Poem based on Line 142 of Matthew Arnold’s “The Scholar Gypsy”

For what wears out the life of mortal men? Alas, but that which does tie them to it. That burning pendant too quickly descends And leaves men cold and breaks their spirit. Afraid and alone, this dreaded ritual Goes on. In the dark all hope is gone The dread that ensues is habitual And like …

In words (either poetry or prose) vividly describe one of the paintings that you saw on our virtual tour of the gallery last week.

The painting that I have chosen to describe is Richard Westall’s 1811 “Landscape-Solitude”. “Immediately the viewer finds themselves truly alone in a dark, gloomy and somewhat morbid landscape. The shadowy midground of the painting emanates an almost unearthly aura, only interjected with slim pockets of blue sky. Each knotted, aging tree appears as some ghoulish …

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