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| Fritz Luckhardt Portrait of a Young Woman ca. 1870 albumen silver print National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa |
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| Henry Schile Peace ca. 1870 chromolithograph National Museum of American History, Washington DC |
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| Carolus-Duran Portrait of Madame Flandrin née Marie Lebon 1871 oil on canvas Schorr Collection, London |
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| Elihu Vedder Dancing Girl 1871 oil on canvas Reynolda House Museum of American Art, Winston-Salem, North Carolina |
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| Élie Delaunay Portrait of Mademoiselle Stéphanie Brousset 1871 oil on canvas Musée des Beaux-Arts de Nantes |
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| Charles Allston Collins Study of a Woman before 1873 drawing British Museum |
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| Randolph Rogers The Lost Pleiade 1874-75 marble Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Eva Gonzalès The Milliner ca. 1877 pastel on canvas Art Institute of Chicago |
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| Auguste Renoir Marie Murer 1877 oil on canvas National Gallery of Art, Washington DC |
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| Frank Dicksee O is for Outcast 1878 drawing (study for illustration for the Cornhill Magazine) British Museum |
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| James McNeill Whistler Study for Portrait of Rosa Corder ca. 1879 drawing (study for painting) British Museum |
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| John Everett Millais The Captive 1882 oil on canvas Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
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| Josef Scheurenberg Portrait of Frau von Rohr 1883 oil on canvas Alte Nationalgalerie, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin |
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| Edward Burne-Jones Woman with Fan ca. 1883-89 drawing British Museum |
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| Frances Richards Portrait ca. 1884-87 oil on canvas National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa |
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| William Strang Mrs William Strang 1885 etching British Museum |
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| Abbott Handerson Thayer Half-Draped Figure ca. 1885 oil on canvas Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
The Dying Swan
The plain was grassy, wild and bare,
Wide, wild, and open to the air,
Which had built up everywhere
An under-roof of doleful gray.
With an inner voice the river ran,
Adown it floated a dying swan,
And loudly did lament.
It was the middle of the day.
Ever the weary wind went on,
And took the reed-tops as it went.
Some blue peaks in the distance rose,
And white against the cold-white sky,
Shone out their crowning snows.
One willow over the river wept,
And shook the wave as the wind did sigh:
Above in the wind was the swallow,
Chasing itself at its own wild will,
And far thro' the marish green and still
The tangled water-courses slept,
Shot over with purple and green, and yellow.
The wild swan's death-hymn took the soul
Of that waste place with joy
Hidden in sorrow: at first to the ear
The warble was low, and full and clear;
And floating about the under-sky,
Prevailing in weakness, the coronach stole
Sometimes afar, and sometimes anear;
But anon her awful jubilant voice,
With a music strange and manifold,
Flowed forth on a carol free and bold;
As when a mighty people rejoice
With shawms, and with cymbals, and harps of gold,
And the tumult of their acclaim is rolled
Thro' the open gates of the city afar,
To the shepherd who watcheth the evening star.
And the creeping mosses and clambering weeds,
And the willow-branches hoar and dank,
And the wavy swell of the soughing reeds,
And the wave-worn horns of the echoing bank,
And the silvery marish flowers that throng
The desolate creeks and pools among,
Were flooded over with eddying song.
–Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1830)