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burningvelvet · 7 months
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Locks of hair from Percy Shelley, Mary Shelley, and Lord Byron, next to their portraits:
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Wool wedding dress, c.1895
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hairtusk · 1 year
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The bloodstained handkerchief belonging to Anne Brontë, used in the weeks leading up to her death from tuberculosis in May 1849
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roses--and--rue · 1 year
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Victorian cast metal hands from my collection.
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honeyedantique · 10 months
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a day for haunted houses and mugwort tea.
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gnossienne · 9 months
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William Morris’s utopian novel, News from Nowhere, was written in 1890. Morris's narrator wakes in a post-revolutionary future in which there is no private property, no industrialisation, no money, no capitalist system. In this pastoral paradise, all members of society work co-operatively and take pleasure in their labour. Reluctantly, the narrator returns to his own time, resolved to make this future a reality. This delicately crafted edition was published by the Kelmscott Press in 1892 (x)
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everlinet · 1 year
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my new handmade update of some art, jewelry and decor! ♥ please check both my etsy and my website, I have different things available on both - I use the website for smaller things only. // @everlinet
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prokopetz · 2 years
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I’ve talked in the past about how the American cowboy was often employed as a stock Exotic Foreigner™ archetype in Victorian pulp fiction, but when Dracula Daily finally gets to the part where Quincey Morris shows up is going to be a lot of folks’ first exposure to what that actually looked like in practice, and frankly I’m fascinated to see how Tumblr at large is going to react.
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pastlivesfinery · 1 month
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Revue de la Mode, 1872
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gentlyepigrams · 7 months
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Victorian leather and velvet boots, 1890.
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bad-moodboard · 1 year
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Illuminated letters from ‘Historical, philosophical and picturesque essay on the dances of the dead.’ 1852
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eva-eyre · 20 days
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reading with some tea 📖☕️
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Wool and lace morning gown, c.1895
august auctions
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gollancz · 6 months
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We are thrilled and delighted to reveal the cover for HIGH VAULTAGE, the first novel from @victoriocity, coming in 2024.
1887. London, but not as you know it. The sprawling, chaotic metropolis of Even Greater London spreads across the southern half of England. The immense Tower casts electricity through the sky, powering the mind-boggling mechanisms of the city. The engineer-army of Isambard Kingdom Brunel swarms across the capital, building, demolishing, and rebuilding whatever they see fit. Queen Victoria is recovering nicely from her eleventh assassination, ruling with the dignity that comes from striking terror into anyone who sees the unholy union of human and machine that one has become. And at the heart of all this sits the country's first Private Investigation Agency. Archibald Fleet (formerly of Scotland Yard, currently administratively deceased) and Clara Entwhistle (formerly of Harrogate, currently intermittent crime journalist) hoped things would pick up quickly for their new enterprise. No-one is taking them seriously, but their break will come soon. Definitely. Probably. Meanwhile, police are baffled by a series of impossible bank robberies. With no trace left of the thieves, and nothing to connect each break-in to the next, their resources are absorbed by the case. Which means that when a woman witnesses a kidnapping, Fleet-Entwhistle Private Investigations is the only place she can turn for help. They're more than happy to oblige! But why would this man be a target for kidnappers? As Clara and Fleet dig into the mystery, things go deeper than they could ever have anticipated . . .
Pre-order here!
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notallsandmen · 2 months
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Between the poppy and the passive-aggressive neediness, this is the most Morpheus-coded Valentine’s Day card imaginable
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burningvelvet · 5 months
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On this day, 189 years ago: 16-year-old Emily Brontë and 14-year-old Anne Brontë write a diary entry:
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November the 24
1834 Monday
Emily Jane Brontë
Anne Brontë
I fed Rainbow, Diamond Snowflake Jasper pheasant this morning. Branwell went down to Mr. Driver's and brought news that Sir Robert Peel was going to be invited to stand for Leeds. Anne and I have been peeling apples for Charlotte to make us an apple pudding and for Aunt nuts and apples. Charlotte said she made puddings perfectly and she was of a quick but limited intellect. Taby said just now Come Anne pilloputate (i.e. pill a potato). Aunt has come into the kitchen just now and said where are your feet Anne? Anne answered On the floor Aunt. papa opened the parlour door and gave Branwell a letter saying here Branwell read this and show it to your Aunt and Charlotte – The Gondals are discovering the interior of Gaaldine, Sally Mosley is washing in the back kitchen.
It is past Twelve o'clock. Anne and I have not tidied ourselves, done our bedwork or done our lessons and we want to go out to play. We are going to have for Dinner Boiled Beef, Turnips, potatoes and applepudding. The Kitchin is in a very untidy state. Anne and I have not done our music exercise which consists of b major. Taby said on my putting a pen in her face Ya pitter pottering there instead of pilling a potate. I answered O Dear, O Dear, O dear I will directly. With that I get up, take a knife and begin pilling (finished) pilling the potatoes. Papa going to walk. Mr. Sunderland expected.
        Anne and I say I wonder what we shall be like and what we shall be and where we shall be if all goes on well in the year 1874 – in which year I shall be in my 54th year Anne will be going in her 55th year Branwell will be going in his 58th year And Charlotte in her 59th year hoping we shall all be well at that time we close our paper
Emily and Anne
November the 24 1834
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