John William Waterhouse (1849-1917) "Apollo and Daphne" (1908) Pre-Raphaelite In the myth of Apollo and Daphne, she is a beautiful nymph who turns into a laurel tree in a bid to escape the affections of the god Apollo.
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John William Waterhouse (1849-1917) "Apollo and Daphne" (1908) Pre-Raphaelite In the myth of Apollo and Daphne, she is a beautiful nymph who turns into a laurel tree in a bid to escape the affections of the god Apollo.
The Spreading Laurel Tree - Kurt Solmssen , 2004.
American, b. 1958 -
Oil on canvas, 56 x 70 in.
different version of Daphne and the laurel tree
The tree the sun couldn't make bloom.
berries on the cherry laurel, Cerasus laurocerasus Surrey, UK, September 2025
Apollo and Daphne, 1622-1625
GIAN LORENZO BERNINI (1598 - 1680)
Carrara marble
Borghese Gallery, Rome
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Faster than she, he allowed her no rest; his hands were
now close
to the fugitive's shoulders; his breath was ruffling the
hair on her neck
Her strength exhausted, the girl grew pale; then
overcome
by the effort of running, she saw Peneüs' waters before
her
'Help me, Father!' she pleaded. If rivers have power
over nature
mar the beauty which made me admired too well, by
changing
my form!' She had hardly ended her prayer when a
heavy numbness
came over her body; her soft white bosom was ringed
in a layer
of bark, her hair was turned into foliage, her arms into
branches
The feet that had run so nimbly were sunk into sluggish
roots
her head was confined in a treetop; and all that remained
was her beauty
Ovid, Metamorphoses
daphne of thessaly aesthetic [laurel nymph]
greek myths masterlist
“many a one courted her; she hated all wooers; not able to endure, and quite unacquainted with man, and she traverses the solitary parts of the woods” ovid, metamorphoses
“but i’m in the trees, i’m in the breeze, my footsteps on the ground. you see my face in every place, but you can’t catch me now” olivia rodrigo, can’t catch me now