REBLOGGING

Just reblogging memes and stuff related to my interests
thewisdomofsilenus:

John Everett Millais, Ophelia. 1852, Tate Gallery, London
"There is a willow grows aslant a brook that shows his roar leaves in the glassy stream. There with fantastic garlands did she come of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples that liberal shepherds give a grosser name, but our cold maids do dead men’s fingers call them. There on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke; when down the weedy trophies and herself fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide, and mermaid-like awhile they bore her up; which time she chanted snatches of old tunes, as one incapable of her own distress, or like a creature native and endued unto that element."
William Shakespeare, The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark

thewisdomofsilenus:

John Everett Millais, Ophelia. 1852, Tate Gallery, London

"There is a willow grows aslant a brook that shows his roar leaves in the glassy stream. There with fantastic garlands did she come of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples that liberal shepherds give a grosser name, but our cold maids do dead men’s fingers call them. There on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke; when down the weedy trophies and herself fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide, and mermaid-like awhile they bore her up; which time she chanted snatches of old tunes, as one incapable of her own distress, or like a creature native and endued unto that element."

William Shakespeare, The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark

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