Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale (1871 – 1945)
She is perhaps best remembered for reawakening the Pre-Raphaelite style
of painting at the end of the 19th century as shown in her moral or
medieval depictions with their vibrant and flamboyant colours.
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Hail,
Bishop Valentine, whose day this is!
All the air
is thy diocese.
And all the chirping choristers
And other
birds are thy parishoners
A hue and
cry after Cupid.
’ With
every thing that pretty bin,
My lady
sweet, arise:
Arise,
arise ! '
Cruel
Barbara Allen
‘ I did but
see her passing by,
And yet I
love her till I die !’
‘ Untied
unto the world by care
Of public
fame or private breath.’
' Pride and
Ambition here
Only in far-fetcht
metaphors appear;
Here nought
but winds can hurtful murmurs scatter,
And nought
but Echo flatter.'
The
Bailiff's daughter of Islington.
’Is any
cozened of a tear
Which as a
pearl disdain does wear ?
Here stands
the thief ; let her but come
Hither, and
lay on him her doom.'
‘ Why so
large cost, having so short a lease.
Dost thou
upon thy fading mansion spend ?'
O Love ! has she done this to
thee ?
What shall,
alas ! become of me ?
' Although
a lion in the field,
A lamb in
turn thou shalt him find.'
' Though he
be a child and blind.'
' Fine
knacks for ladies, cheap, choice, brave and new.'
’ With
goodly greenish locks, all loose untied.
As each had
been a bride.’
‘A rose as
fair as ever saw the North
Grew in a
little garden all alone.'
’Like to
those garden-glories which here be
The flowery-sweet
resemblances of thee.'
‘ Yet this
is she whose chaster laws
The wanton
love shall one day fear,
And, under
her command severe,
See his bow
broke, and ensigns torn.'
‘ Whose
brown hath lovelier grace
Than any
painted face
That I do
know
Hyde
Park can
show.'
‘ Our lady
sings Magnificat,
With tones
surpassing sweet.'
' So, calm
are we when passions are no more !’
‘Who is
Silvia ? What is she,
That all
our swains commend her ?’
‘ Gather ye
rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is
still a-flying.'
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