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“When daisies pied and violets blue
And lady-smocks all silver-white,
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue,
Do paint the meadows with delight.” Love’s Labours Lost #ShakespeareSunday #FolkloreSunday
The Flower Fairies: buttercup (cuckoo-bud), double-daisy, lady’s smock, & dog violet
#ShakespeareSunday
When daffodils begin to peer.
Winter’s Tale, Act IV, Scene 3.
🎨 Helen Grace Culverwell Marsh-Lambert.
#FolkloreSunday #Spring
..such bursts of horrid thunder,
Such groans of roaring wind and rain I never
Remember to have heard:
King Lear, Act 3, Sc 2 : #ShakespeareSunday
theme: #weather
🎨artJMOB
Be like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under 't.
Macbeth - Act I. Sc. 5.
#ShakespeareSunday
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#ShakespeareSunday
We talk with goblins, owls and sprites.
Comedy of Errors, Act II Scene 2.
🎨Thomas Maybank
How should I your true-love know
From another one?
By his cockle bat and' staff
And his sandal shoon.
~Ophelia, Hamlet
#shakespearesunday
#ShakespeareSunday
"..an ambassador of love.."💘
The Merchant Of Venice #cupid
#ShakespeareSunday
These are stars indeed;
And sometimes falling ones.
Henry VIII, Act IV, Scene 1.
“By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.”
Second witch, Macbeth, Act 4, Sc 1
#ShakespeareSunday #FolkloreSunday
Image: Daniel Gardner, 1775
„The fox barks not, when he would steal the lamb…”
— William Shakespeare, Henry VI,
Second Part, Act III, scene I. The Abbey at Bury St. Edmund's.
#ShakespeareSunday
🌙Teagan White
(...) Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears;
The Tempest
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✨🌊✨"To unpathed waters, undreamed shores."
❄️The Winter's Tale.
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Then, heigh-ho, the holly! This life is most jolly..
#AsYouLikeIt #ShakespeareSunday #MargaretTarrant
#shakespearesunday
"What freezings I have felt, what dark days seen,
What old December's bareness everywhere!"
Sonnet 97 #silicasun #WINTERHasComeOnceAgain ❄️📘🌸💜
#GothicAdvent 'What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December's bareness everywhere!'
Sonnet 97: How like a winter hath my absence been #ShakespeareSunday
🎨Caspar David Friedrich, Winter Landscape with a Church, 1811
@fvckrender Assorts for thine eyeballs thus,
Lest upon them
Hot Bananas thoust e'er thruss
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“The grief that does not speak knits up the o’er wrought heart & bids it break.” Macbeth 4:3 #ShakespeareSunday
The Ice Maiden, guarded by her bears, searches for broken hearts at night. She keeps them alive in her castle by warming them in a circle of flames. #FolkloreSunday
“Sing all a green willow...
The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur’d her moans
Her salt tears fell from her, and soften’d the stones...
Sing willow, willow, willow.”
Othello, 4:3
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#FolkloreSunday
The willow grows near water & symbolises grief & sorrow.
Without all ornament, itself and true,
Making no summer of another's green,
Robbing no old to dress his beauty new;
And him as for a map doth Nature store,
To show false Art what beauty was of yore.
Sonnet 68
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For in this sleep of death what dreams may come..
#Hamlet #SergeiLodygin #ShakespeareSunday #Halloween