Domenico Scattola (1814-1876) Juliet takes a sleeping pill.
Heinrich von Angeli (1840-1925) Romeo and Juliet
Two notable names as well
Respectable, lived in Verona,
But hatred tormented them for a long time -
They are always at odds with each other.
Until the rebellion brought their quarrels,
And their hands stained with blood;
But they produced two hearts,
For evil feud, Burning Love,
And the sad fate of two lovers
Vintage strife ceased.
The names of those fierce fighting,
Lovers death, passionate love of their power -
Here's what we have here now you portray
Asking you for two hours of patience,
And if you miss that, you give
We have to act on the stage of explanation.
The prologue of the play Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet"
Jules Salles-Wagner (1814-1898) Romeo and Juliet
Alas, love, though she is blind,
Without eyes find what it ways
Reach us and dominate us.
Julius Kronberg (1850-1921) Romeo and Juliet on the balcony
Charles Edouard Edmond Delort (1841-1895) Romeo and Juliet
Hugues Merle - Romeo and Juliet
Eugene Lami - Romeo and Juliet
Makovsky KE - Romeo and Juliet, 1890
I am not ashamed of being branded a sentimental ... | Francis Coates Jones
The sky soaring soul -Sergei Revyakov
I am not ashamed of being branded a sentimental,
Always sad to sad music,
From vulgarity often turned up their noses,
I love the smell of fresh roses madly,
And the silence seems to me a crystal ...
Any romance I am pleased
Embarrassment and shyness so clear,
Always at the mercy of the forces of beauty
Implies charm dreams
And the sincerity of heart gratifying. Do not hide from the people, rain and wind,
Share a smile with friends generously,
Forgive all the mistakes and sins,
And with gusto write poetry,
Chanson love and respect "retro".
Not trying to seem perfect,
Do not hide from other accidental tears,
With hardly stand the pain of others,
In the hope of trust, tenderness and love
And I am not afraid of being branded a sentimental ...
Eternal wandering, thinking the wind blew up the sail! Montague Dawson
Eternal wandering, thinking the wind blew up the sail
Up tends to infinity, sparks flying, Soul
All Worlds Knowledge.I Light your eyes looking up
The lives of many all the answers for you, ship Life
My ship bright idea, it is weightless flight
Only hovers over the horizon as my light light sleep
At dawn on the road to the right, through the worlds expanse flight
Light sails flying, horizon embrace Worlds
My ship sails light, through storm his Destiny
To the horizon all accomplishments, joy and beauty
My life, light ship, on the seas of my dreams
In Eternity continue its flight, the seas of my destiny
Night club over the ocean, and I nesus simple wave
Towards a foreign country, to meet their cool surf.
And I would like to turn around, but driven from behind winds,
And nothing is done about it, I still miles.
And again from the ocean, we got a drop of foam,
Interfering with the blue sea, you could probably be first.
I remain miles, a little more I'll be there,
And the solution in the sand surf, and even there, I will not forget,
As I was flying under the will of the wind, my friends hurried to the back,
Towards a foreign country, and we were just like brothers.
Son Marine engineer and avid boater, grandson of the famous artist-seascape Henry Dawson (1811-1878 gg.), The future legendary artist, seascape Montague Dawson was born in London in 1895 .. Most of his childhood was spent on the coast of Southampton. Paintings on the walls of his grandfather, father yacht hobbies, "sea" atmosphere of the house are filled by the wind sail on the seashore, horns and whistles ships - all this could not contribute to his interest in the sea and the ships. This was the era when steam is almost finished with the displacement of the sails of ocean space, and any appearance or Clipper Windjammer before the eyes of the young Montague aroused in him a feeling of sadness for the passing era, yet awakened in him the romance, and the genes deda- artist accustomed to observation that later our hero is very handy.