Just Enjoy It.

Title: Savonnerie de Bagnolet (Bagnolet Soap Factory) Artist: Alphonse Mucha (Czech [Moravian], 1860-1939) Date: 1897 Genre: advertising poster Period: Belle Epoque Movement: Art Nouveau Medium: lithograph Dimensions: 51.5 cm (20.3 in) high x 37 cm (14.6 in) wide Location: private collection

-Last Judgement-

The Night of Enitharmon's Joy (1795) by William Blake

-Illustration to Miltons On the Morning of Christs Nativity-

-The Temptation and Fall of Eve-

Eldorado

Gaily bedight,

A gallant knight,

In sunshine and in shadow,

Had journeyed long,

Singing a song,

In search of Eldorado.

But he grew old—

This knight so bold—

And o'er his heart a shadow

Fell as he found

No spot of ground

That looked like Eldorado.

And, as his strength

Failed him at length,

He met a pilgrim shadow—

"Shadow," said he,

"Where can it be—

This land of Eldorado?"

"Over the Mountains

Of the Moon,

Down the Valley of the Shadow,

Ride, boldly ride,"

The shade replied—

"If you seek for Eldorado!"

Edward Allen Poe

Illustration from Documents Decoratifs by Alphonse Mucha (1901)

Dante Running from the Three Beasts, William Blake, between 1824 and 1827

‘Nebuchadnezzar’

Colour print finished in ink and watercolor.

What is the price of Experience? Do men buy it for a song? 

Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price

Of all that a man hath, his house, his wife, his children

Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy

And in the wither'd field where the farmer ploughs for bread in vain 

It is an easy thing to triumph in the summer's sun

And in the vintage and to sing on the waggon loaded with corn

It is an easy thing to talk of patience to the afflicted

To speak the laws of prudence to the homeless wanderer

To listen to the hungry raven's cry in wintry season

When the red blood is fill'd with wine and with the marrow of lambs 

It is an easy thing to laugh at wrathful elements

To hear the dog howl at the wintry door, the ox in the slaughterhouse moan;

To see a god on every wind and a blessing on every blast

To hear sounds of love in the thunderstorm that destroys our enemies' house;

To rejoice in the blight that covers his field and the sickness that cuts off his children 

While our olive and vine sing and laugh round our door and our children bring fruits and flowers 

Then the groan and the dolour are quite forgotten and the slave grinding at the mill

And the captive in chains and the poor in the prison and the soldier in the field 

When the shatter'd bone hath laid him groaning among the happier dead

It is an easy thing to rejoice in the tents of prosperity:

Thus could I sing and thus rejoice: but it is not so with me.

William Blake