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the-cricket-chirps · 5 months
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J.M.W. Turner, Snow Storm - Steamboat off a Harbour's Mouth, 1842
J.M.W. Turner, Peace - Burial at Sea, 1842
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janasojka · 6 months
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NIGHT DRIVE
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jadeseadragon · 10 months
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Annie Ovenden (British, b. 1945), Brampton Bryan
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Burnsall Village, North Yorkshire, England
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Paul Sandby (English, 1731-1809) The Castle from the Long Walk ca.1765 Royal Collection Trust
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medverf · 25 days
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Danny Markey
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went down to the canal today and took some semi-okay pics so here u go!! some nice English canal content for ya
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bestbitterplease · 2 months
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Something new for me, etchings. Crookbarrow hill, Worcester. Or Whittington tump by its other name.
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legitedigiulia · 1 year
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The GREEN in AUTUMN
Richmond Green, Richmondon
London, oct 2023
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thespaceapricot · 7 months
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the-cricket-chirps · 7 months
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André Derain
Waterloo Bridge
1906
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janasojka · 6 months
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blurred photographs but not feelings
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Sir Arthur Ernest Streeton (1867–1943) - Malham Cove, North Yorkshire, England, circa 1911, oil on canvas
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eurigmorgan · 2 years
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The corpse roads of Cumbria
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Paul Sandby (English, 1731-1809) The North Terrace, looking west ca.1765 Royal Collection Trust
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caedmonofwhitby · 2 days
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Puck’s Song by Rudyard Kipling
See you the ferny ride that steals
Into the oak-woods far?
O that was whence they hewed the keels
That rolled to Trafalgar.
See you the dimpled track that runs
All hollow through the wheat?
O that was where they hauled the guns
That smote King Philip’s fleet!
Out of the Weald, the secret Weald,
Men sent in ancient years
The horse-shoes red at Flodden Field,
The arrows at Poitiers.
See you our little mill that clacks,
So busy by the brook?
She has ground her corn and paid her tax
Ever since Domesday Book.
See you our stilly woods of oak,
And the dread ditch beside?
O that was where the Saxons broke,
On the day that Harold died!
See you the windy levels spread
About the gates of Rye?
O that was where the Northmen fled,
When Alfred’s ships came by!
See you our pastures wide and lone,
Where the red oxen browse?
O there was a City thronged and known,
Ere London boasted a house!
And see you, after rain, the trace
Of mound and ditch and wall?
O that was a Legion’s camping-place,
When Caesar sailed from Gaul!
And see you marks that show and fade,
Like shadows on the Downs?
O they are the lines the Flint Men made,
To guard their wondrous towns!
Trackway and Camp and City lost,
Salt Marsh where now is corn;
Old Wars, old Peace, old Arts that cease,
And so was England born!
She is not any common Earth,
Water or Wood or Air,
But Merlin’s Isle of Gramarye,
Where you and I will fare.
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