Images to Tell a Story


Dorothy Lathrop ~ The Little Mermaid ~ 1939 ~ via
There were six beautiful children, but the youngest was the prettiest of all.



Dorothy Lathrop ~ The Little Mermaid ~ 1939 ~ via
There sat the sea witch. She called the hideous water snakes her little chickens, and allowed them to crawl about on her unsightly bosom.



Dorothy Lathrop ~ The Little Mermaid ~ 1939 ~ via
One night she saw, a long way out, her old grandmother, and the Merman King with his crown on his head. They stretched out their hands to her.



Dorothy Lathrop ~ The Little Mermaid ~ 1939 ~ via
He loved her as one loves a good sweet child, but it never entered his head to make her his queen.

Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale ~ Guinevere ~ Idylls of the King by Alfred Lord Tennyson ~ 1913 ~ via
Illustration for Guinevere
As in the golden days.

Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale ~ Elaine ~ Idylls of the King by Alfred Lord Tennyson ~ 1913 ~ via
Illustration for Elaine

Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale ~ Idylls of the King by Alfred Lord Tennyson ~ 1913 ~ via
Illustration for Elaine
Then to her tower she climb’d, and took the shield, there kept it, and so lived in fantasy.

Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale ~ Idylls of the King by Alfred Lord Tennyson ~ 1913 ~ via
Illustration for Elaine
But to be with you still, to see your face, to serve you, and to follow you ‘thro the world.

Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale ~ Idylls of the King by Alfred Lord Tennyson ~ 1913 ~ via
Illustration for Elaine
So those two brethren from the chariot took and on the black decks laid her in her bed.

Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale ~ Idylls of the King by Alfred Lord Tennyson ~ 1913 ~ via
Illustration for Guinevere
Before the coming of the sinful Queen.

Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale ~ Idylls of the King by Alfred Lord Tennyson ~ 1913 ~ via
Illustration for Guinevere
It was their last hour, a madness of farewells.

Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale ~ Idylls of the King by Alfred Lord Tennyson ~ 1913 ~ via
Illustration for Guinevere
The Queen who sat betwixt her best Enid, and lissome Vivien, of her court the wiliest and the worst.

Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale ~ Idylls of the King by Alfred Lord Tennyson ~ 1913 ~ via
Illustration for Vivien
O master do you love my tender rhyme?

Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale ~ Idylls of the King by Alfred Lord Tennyson ~ 1913 ~ via
Illustration for Vivien
And in the hollow oak he lay as dead, and lost to life and use and name and fame.

Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale ~ Vivien ~ Idylls of the King by Alfred Lord Tennyson ~ 1913 ~ via
Illustration for Vivien
At which the King had gazed upon her blankly and gone by.