"Why pluck'st thou me?" (Canto XIII., line 34) -
Gustave Dore
"Within these ardours are the spirits, each Swathed in confining fire." (Canto XXVI., lines 48-49) -
Gustave Dore
'Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked, upstarting. -
Gustave Dore
'Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!' -
Gustave Dore
'Surely,' said I, 'surely that is something at my window lattice; -
Gustave Dore
'T is some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door? -
Gustave Dore
?A stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. -
Gustave Dore
?Here I opened wide the door;?Darkness there, and nothing more. -
Gustave Dore
The young angler - George W. Horlor
Hours of the Cross Matin and Laudes The Betrayal by Judas from the Tres Riches Heures du Duc de Berry - Jacquemart De Hesdin
Harvesting Corn 1865 - Jan Nowopacky
Portrait Of Rt. Hon. David Lloyd George - Ambrose McEvoy
The Harbour, Honfleur - James Paterson
The Sacrifice Of Manoah - Aert Schouman
Three Musicians Playing Trumpets - Luca Giordano
Portrait of a Gentleman - (attr. to) Flinck, Govaert
The Release of Prometheus - Rudolf Jettmar