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make-death-proud-to-takeus · 7 months

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The morning after the festival by Ludwig Knaus

#chaotic academia #aesthetic #dark academia #academia #art #dark romanticism #light academia #painting #painter #artwork #academia aesthetic #romantic academia #dark academia aesthetic #classic academia #chaotic academic aesthetic #ludwig knaus #xix #xix century #mine

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acecroft · 1 year

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EMILY BLUNT as Cornelia Locke in The English 1.02

#ebluntedit #theenglishedit #perioddramaedit #tvedit #emily blunt #cornelia locke #the english #costume design #fashion #xix #mygifs #ceremonial #ladiesofcinema #perioddramacentral #televisiongifs #useroptional #cinemapix

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kiimarux · 1 month

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Eu va dau frame urile voi le animati

also yes it's related to the red flags animation and yes these guys are napoleon and alexander i again how smart am i frate deci jurati-va ca ati mai vazut asa cv

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thegirlintheblackdress · 2 months

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Ruin of a gothic church in the forest, by Carl Gustav Carus

#carl gustav carus #goth architecture #goth #gothcore #dark forest #goth art #goth aesthetic #art #painting #classic art #illustration #traditional illustration #catholic #xix #xix century #catholic church #catholiscism #gothic church

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coeykuhn · 1 year

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I've started a large project...

(No deadline, personal project, progress posted to patrêon until it gets further along.)

#tarot #tarot card #sun #sun tarot #wip #xix #major arcana #occult #divination

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ersh-of-history · 1 year

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finally, some good quality content

#history #history memes #russian history #catherine the great #catherine ii #voltaire #paul i #alexander i #alexander i of russia #catherine ii of russia #history shitposting #historical figures #xix century #xix #alexander i.#ersh hist post

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illuminated-in-darkness · 9 months

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Encroaching Implications Black Sails Musical Parallels | XVII. XVIII. XIX. XXXIV.

I spent a year rewatching Black Sails and tracking all the bits of music that repeated at any point during the show, and my findings are reinforcing that Bear McCreary is a genius and this show should have been called 'parallels that will kill you over and over again'* (tag | chronological)

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v-e-l-v-e-t-g-o-l-d-m-i-n-e · 2 years

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Black Sails - XIX. (3x01)

They say they will pardon us all, but I say to offer to pardon something one fears is the act of a coward. To offer them in volume suggests that their fear of us is becoming unmanageable, that we have shown them what we are capable of and it terrifies them.

#Black Sails #James Flint #Captain James Flint #blacksailsedit #blacksailssource #Toby Stephens #XIX #wasn't really going to gif it but i couldn't find any gifset of this moment so #black sails posting

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litanumb · 2 years

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My Instagram account

Today is the 220th birthday of Alexandre Dumas! 🎉

#dumas #alexandre dumas #the count of monte cristo #count of monte cristo #edmond dantes #monte cristo #french literature #xix #classical literature #france #writer #sketch #sketchbook #artists on tumblr

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wroetobog · 7 months

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{ ☁️ } the boys at vik’s wedding in malta!!

#LOOK AT HARRY OMG #i love them so so so much #sidemen #sdmn #xix #wroetoshaw #vikkstar123 #ksi #zerkaa #tobjizzle #behzinga #miniminter

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histoireettralala · 1 year

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Victor Hugo on Talleyrand's death

For @empirearchives who was interested, here's a translation of Victor Hugo's text about Talleyrand's death. My thanks to @microcosme11 for her help <33

Choses Vues, Victor Hugo

1838

Talleyrand

19th of May

In the Rue St-Florentin, there is a palace and a sewer.

The palace, with its noble, rich, and dull architecture, was long called "Hôtel de l'Infuntado"; today, we read on its front door: Hôtel Talleyrand. During the fourty years he lived on this street, the last host of this palace might never have set eyes on this sewer.

He was a stranged, feared, and considerable character: his name was Charles-Maurice de Périgord; he was noble as Machiavel, a priest like Gondi, defrocked like Fouché, witty as Voltaire, and lame as the devil. One could say that everything limped with him: the nobility which he had put to the service of the republic, the priesthood he had dragged on the Champ-de-Mars then threw down the drain, the marriage he had broken by twenty scandals and by a voluntary separation, the wit he dishonoured through vileness. This man, nevertheless, had grandeur.

The splendours of both regimes were mixed together inside of him: he was prince of the old kingdom of France, and prince of the French Empire.

For thirty years, from the depth of his palace, from the depth of his mind, he had just about led Europe. He had let the revolution call him "tu", and had smiled at it, ironically of course; but it had not noticed. He had approached, known, observed, pierced, stirred, upturned, delved into, mocked, intellectually fertilized all the men of his era, all the ideas of his century, and there had been a few minutes in his life when, holding in his hand the four or five fearsome threads that moved the civilized universe, he had had for a puppet Napoleon the First, Emperor of the French, King of Italy, Protector of the Confederation of the Rhine, Mediator of the Swiss Confederation. Such was the game this man played.

After the Revolution of July, that old race, whose grand chambellan he was, having fallen, he found himself standing on one foot and told the people of 1830, sitting, bare-armed, on a pile of cobbles: Make me your ambassador.

He had received Mirabeau's last confession and Thiers' first confidence. He had said himself he was a great poet and had made a trilogy in three dynasties: Act I, Buonaparte's Empire; Act 2, The House of Bourbon; Act 3, The House of Orleans.

He had done all of this in his palace, and, in this palace, like a spider in its web, he had attracted into it and taken successively heroes, thinkers, great men, conquerors, kings, princes, emperors, Bonaparte, Sieyès, Mme de Staël, Chateaubriand, Benjamin Constant, Alexander of Russia, Wilhelm of Prussia, Francis of Austria, Louis XVIII, Louis-Philippe, all the golden, shiny flies who buzzed in the history of those last fourty years. The whole sparkling swarm, fascinated by this man's deep eye, had successively passed under the dark door that bore, written on its architrave: Hôtel Talleyrand.

Well, the day before yesterday, 17 March, 1838, that man died. Doctors came and embalmed the corpse. For this, like the Egyptians, they first withdrew the bowels from the belly and the brain from the skull. Once done, after they had transformed the prince de Talleyrand into a mummy, and nailed this mummy in a white satin-lined coffin, they withdrew, leaving upon a table the brain, that brain which thought so many things, inspired so many men, built so many edifices, led two revolutions, fooled twenty kings, contained the world.

Once the doctors were gone, a valet entered, he saw what they had left. Hold on! they forgot this. What to do ? He remembered that there was a sewer in the street, he went there, and threw that brain into this sewer.

Finis rerum.

#xix #victor hugo #choses vues #charles maurice de talleyrand périgord #magnificent bastard

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ripplefactor · 7 months

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Nicoletta Ceccoli Tarot .. The Sun .. XIX ..

#Nicoletta Ceccoli #XIX #ripplefactor #rpf2 #🐝

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kiimarux · 1 month

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Bun gata mi-am revenit hiiii

Omg napoleon si tarul alexandru ca dame nu pot sa cred theo ce nespalat esti😰😰😰😰😰

Also my bad for the horrific quality did them on my chromebook and when i sent them on my exquisite android the quality dropped fast as hell im gonna kms