Dorothy Lathrop ~ The Little Mermaid ~ 1939 ~ via

His limbs were numbed, his beautiful eyes were closing, and he must have died if the little mermaid had not come to his rescue. She held his head above the water and let the waves drive them whithersoever they would.

Dorothy Lathrop ~ The Little Mermaid ~ 1939 ~ via

Nothing gave her more pleasure than to hear about the world of human beings up above. Her old grandmother told her all that she knew.

Dorothy Lathrop ~ The Little Mermaid ~ 1939 ~ via

She could never forget the lovely children who could swim in the water, though they had no fishes’ tails.

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.