Illustrations of Cinderella taken from âCinderella Picture Bookâ by Walter Crane (1845-1915).
Published 1911 by Dodd, Mead & Co.
New York Public LibraryÂ
https://archive.org/details/cinderellapictur00cran
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Illustrations of Cinderella taken from âCinderella Picture Bookâ by Walter Crane (1845-1915).
Published 1911 by Dodd, Mead & Co.
New York Public LibraryÂ
https://archive.org/details/cinderellapictur00cran
John William Waterhouse, The Lady of Shalott, 1888
Preraphaelite painting based on âThe Lady of Shallotâ, by Lord Alfred Tennyson, 1842
Part I On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And thro' the field the road runs by    To many-tower'd Camelot; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below,    The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river    Flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls, and four gray towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers    The Lady of Shalott. By the margin, willow veil'd, Slide the heavy barges trail'd By slow horses; and unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd    Skimming down to Camelot: But who hath seen her wave her hand? Or at the casement seen her stand? Or is she known in all the land,    The Lady of Shalott? Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly,    Down to tower'd Camelot: And by the moon the reaper weary, Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening, whispers " 'Tis the fairy    Lady of Shalott." Part II There she weaves by night and day A magic web with colours gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay    To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she,    The Lady of Shalott. And moving thro' a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year, Shadows of the world appear. There she sees the highway near    Winding down to Camelot: There the river eddy whirls, And there the surly village-churls, And the red cloaks of market girls,    Pass onward from Shalott. Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, An abbot on an ambling pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad, Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad,    Goes by to tower'd Camelot; And sometimes thro' the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two: She hath no loyal knight and true,    The Lady of Shalott. But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights    And music, went to Camelot: Or when the moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed: "I am half sick of shadows," said    The Lady of Shalott. Part III A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley-sheaves, The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, And flamed upon the brazen greaves    Of bold Sir Lancelot. A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field,    Beside remote Shalott. The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridle bells rang merrily    As he rode down to Camelot: And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armour rung,    Beside remote Shalott. All in the blue unclouded weather Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather, The helmet and the helmet-feather Burn'd like one burning flame together,    As he rode down to Camelot. As often thro' the purple night, Below the starry clusters bright, Some bearded meteor, trailing light,    Moves over still Shalott. His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd; On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode; From underneath his helmet flow'd His coal-black curls as on he rode,    As he rode down to Camelot. From the bank and from the river He flash'd into the crystal mirror, "Tirra lirra," by the river    Sang Sir Lancelot. She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces thro' the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume,    She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side; "The curse is come upon me," cried    The Lady of Shalott. Part IV In the stormy east-wind straining, The pale yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining, Heavily the low sky raining    Over tower'd Camelot; Down she came and found a boat Beneath a willow left afloat, And round about the prow she wrote    The Lady of Shalott. And down the river's dim expanse Like some bold seĂ«r in a trance, Seeing all his own mischanceâ With a glassy countenance    Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away,    The Lady of Shalott. Lying, robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and rightâ The leaves upon her falling lightâ Thro' the noises of the night    She floated down to Camelot: And as the boat-head wound along The willowy hills and fields among, They heard her singing her last song,    The Lady of Shalott. Heard a carol, mournful, holy, Chanted loudly, chanted lowly, Till her blood was frozen slowly, And her eyes were darken'd wholly,    Turn'd to tower'd Camelot. For ere she reach'd upon the tide The first house by the water-side, Singing in her song she died,    The Lady of Shalott. Under tower and balcony, By garden-wall and gallery, A gleaming shape she floated by, Dead-pale between the houses high,    Silent into Camelot. Out upon the wharfs they came, Knight and burgher, lord and dame, And round the prow they read her name,    The Lady of Shalott. Who is this? and what is here? And in the lighted palace near Died the sound of royal cheer; And they cross'd themselves for fear,    All the knights at Camelot: But Lancelot mused a little space; He said, "She has a lovely face; God in his mercy lend her grace,    The Lady of Shalott."Â
Two young Vietnamese women sitting on the edge of a cistern, ph. by Leon Busy, 1915
IRAQ. Bashur (Southern Kurdistan). Nineveh governorate. Mosul/MĂ»silĂȘ. November 13, 2016. A displaced Iraqi boy holds up a white flag while fleeing Samah neighbourhood during a fight between ISIS militants and the Iraqi Counter Terrorism Service.
Photograph: Ahmed Jadallah/Reuters
Thomas More, Utopia, 1516
Thomas More was one of the founders of utopist philosophy. In fact, the term âutopiaâ that we use today is taken from the title of his book, which finds its etymology in the greek âou toposâ, which litterally translates to ânowhereâ. The book, a satire of society in Moreâs times, depicts a society based on the principle of strict equality. Â
Michel-EugÚne Chevreul, Loi du contraste simultané des couleurs, 1839
âThey say that if God loves you, He will let you live a long life, but I wish that He loved me a little less. I wish that I didnât live long enough to see my country in ruins.â -Ahmad, a 102 year old Syrian refugee.
photo: UNHCR, A. McConnell
LONDON,â SEX slaves captured by Islamic State group (IS) militants are being sold at sickening auctions in Saudi Arabia â a key UK ally â Sun Online has been told. The horrifying discovery was unveiled when a jihadi was killed in fighting at the town of Al-Shirqat, which was taken over by the IS group in 2014. âŠ
LONDON,â SEX slaves captured by Islamic State group (IS) militants are being sold at sickening auctions in Saudi Arabia â a key UK ally â Sun Online has been told.
The horrifying discovery was unveiled when a jihadi was killed in fighting at the town of Al-Shirqat, which was taken over by the IS group in 2014.
Members of the Iraqi Shiite Popular Mobilisation Units, a state-sponsored militia fighting to liberate the town, recovered his mobile phone and found a picture of a Kurdish Yazidi sex slave market taken in Saudi Arabia.
The Arab nation is part of the international coalition fighting Islamic State alongside the UK and US but wealthy Saudis have been accused of sponsoring the IS group for years.
Britain also sells weapons to Saudi Arabia, despite concerns the hardline Muslim nation is committing war crimes in Yemen â and it âseems inevitableâ they involve UK weapons according to a report leaked earlier this month.
The kingdom has also faced numerous accusations of human rights abuses, including torture, degrading punishments and savage executions.
A spokesman for the PMU told Sun Online: âOur investigation officer was appalled at the set of images involving what we believe to be an Iraqi Yazidi (an ethnic minority in the region) woman taken as sex slave.
âImages were of the auction in Saudi Arabia of the woman and sexually explicit materials of the fighter and the woman in a hotel.
âLocation data was observed on the image file as enabled by default on many smart phones.
âFurther images involved IS members in Iraqi areas occupied by IS including Mosul and Baiji which indicates this fighter has been with IS for a long period of time as Baiji was liberated by us months ago.â
The fighters are now desperately trying to track down the womanâs family and launch a rescue attempt.
âWe are engaging with our Yazidi members to find the family of the woman, location and health status,â the spokesman added.
âWe hope to liberate her and all Iraqi women taken as sexual slaves by IS within Iraq or outside of Iraq as their basic human rights are being denied.
âWe cannot allow this, as the force dedicated to the defence of Iraqi citizens.â
Sadly, it is not the first time the accusation that IS sells rape victims to Saudi Arabians has emerged.
An 18-year-old Kurdish Yazidi sex slave who escaped IS claims she was sold in an international auction.
The teenager, Jinan, was abducted from her village in Northern Iraq last year when IS troops stormed her village and took her prisoner before torturing and sexually abusing her and the other captives in the terror groupâs stronghold of Mosul.
She said said dozens of women were being held in a large room, and it was not only Iraqis and Syrians trading women but also Saudis and Westerners, whose actual nationality was not clear.
Potential buyers, she wrote in her book âDaeshâs Slaveâ would inspect the women âlike livestockâ.
The Saudi Ministry of Justice has been approached for a comment.
Islamic State group has captured most parts of the Yazidi Sinjar district in northwest Iraq on August 3, 2014 which led thousands of Kurdish families to flee to Mount Sinjar, where they were trapped in it and suffered from significant lack of water and food, killing and abduction of thousands of Yazidis as well as rape and captivity of thousands of women.
Those who stay behind are subjected to brutal, genocidal acts: thousands killed, hundreds buried alive, and countless acts of rape, kidnapping and enslavement are perpetuated against Yazidi women. To add insult to injury, IS fighters ransack and destroy ancient Yazidi holy sites.
According to Human Rights organizations, thousands of Yazidi Kurdish women and girls have been forced to marry or been sold into sexual slavery by the IS jihadists.
A Yazidi member of Iraqi parliament Vian Dakhil, said in August that 3,770 Kurdish Yazidi women and children still in Islamic State captivity.
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Pagan Costumes of Europe
These photographs are part of the âWilder Mannâ series by French photographer Charles FrĂ©ger. He traveled through 19 European countries to capture what he calls âtribal Europe.â He found numerous pagan rituals mostly related to winter solstice and spring renewal.
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A bit early but eh, it's worth it. Saw this in a dorm lounge today.
âY fue entonces cuando se le ocurriĂł plantearse cuĂĄl habĂa sido el balance de este aspecto suyo (con pelo) que desaparecĂa, cuĂĄles habĂan sido realmente las vivencias y las satisfacciones que habĂa tenido aquel aspecto, y se quedĂł paralizado al darse cuenta de que habĂa disfrutado bastante poco; al pensar en aquello sintiĂł que se ruborizaba; sĂ, le daba vergĂŒenza: porque vivir en este mundo tanto tiempo y que a uno le pasen tan pocas cosas es vergonzoso.â
El libro de los amores ridĂculos, Milan Kundera
 Rudolph Eickemeyer Jr Little Butterfly, 1903.