Civil War Officer's pocket watch, c. 1861
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Civil War Officer's pocket watch, c. 1861
Anselm Feuerbach, Nanna, c. 1861
Found in Bert Christensen's CyberSpace Galleries.
There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons-- That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes-- Heavenly Hurt, it gives us-- We can find no scar, But internal difference, Where the Meanings, are-- None may teach it-- Any-- 'Tis the Seal Despair-- An imperial affliction Sent us of the Air-- When it comes, the Landscape listens-- Shadows-- hold their breath-- When it goes, 'tis like the Distance On the look of Death--
Emily Dickinson, J. 258