Category: Walter Crane

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thumbnail Walter Crane – Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels. (Troilus and Cressida) [from Flowers from Shakespeare’s Garden]
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thumbnail Walter Crane – Heigh-ho, sing heigh-ho, unto the green holly (As You Like It) [from Flowers from Shakespeare’s Garden]
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thumbnail Walter Crane – If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries (1 Henry IV) [from Flowers from Shakespeare’s Garden]
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thumbnail Walter Crane – Gives not the hawthorn-bush a sweeter shade To shepherds looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider’d canopy To kings that fear their subjects’ treachery? (3 Henry VI) [from Flowers from Shakespeare’s Garden]
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thumbnail Walter Crane – The strawberry grows underneath the nettle, And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best Neighbour’d by fruit of baser quality (Henry V) [from Flowers from Shakespeare’s Garden]
3406 x 4790 px
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thumbnail Walter Crane – The female ivy so Enrings the barky fingers of the elm. (A Midsummer Night’s Dream) [from Flowers from Shakespeare’s Garden]
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thumbnail Walter Crane – Get you some of this distilled Carduus Benedictus, and lay it to your heart; – Why Benedictus? You have some moral in this Benedictus Moral! No, by my troth, I have no moral meaning. I meant. plain Holy Thistle (Much Ado About Nothing) [from Flowers from Shakespeare’s Garden]
3438 x 4814 px
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thumbnail Walter Crane – Larksheels trim (The Two Noble Kinsmen) [from Flowers from Shakespeare’s Garden]
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thumbnail Walter Crane – The azured harebell, like thy veins. (Cymbeline) [from Flowers from Shakespeare’s Garden]
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thumbnail Walter Crane – Allons! allons! Sow’d cockle reap’d no corn. (Love’s Labours Lost) [from Flowers from Shakespeare’s Garden]
3430 x 4894 px
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thumbnail Walter Crane – CERES, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas Of wheat, rye, barley, (The Tempest) [from Flowers from Shakespeare’s Garden]
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thumbnail Walter Crane – and with eglantine. [from Flowers from Shakespeare’s Garden]
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thumbnail Walter Crane – With sweet musk-roses, (A Midsummer Night’s Dream) [from Flowers from Shakespeare’s Garden]
3366 x 4918 px
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thumbnail Walter Crane – Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, (A Midsummer Night’s Dream) [from Flowers from Shakespeare’s Garden]
3462 x 4854 px
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thumbnail Walter Crane – I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, (A Midsummer Night’s Dream) [from Flowers from Shakespeare’s Garden]
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thumbnail Walter Crane – There’s a daisy: (Hamlet) [from Flowers from Shakespeare’s Garden]
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thumbnail Walter Crane – there’s rue for you; and here’s some for me: we may call it, herb-grace o’ Sundays: (Hamlet) [from Flowers from Shakespeare’s Garden]
3462 x 4822 px
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