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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝘼𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙖𝙚 𝙂𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙭𝙞𝙚𝙨

𝙀𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: Pictured is the pair of galaxies cataloged as NGC 4038 and NGC 4039, known as the Antennae Galaxies. Because they are only 60 million light years away, close by intergalactic standards, the pair is one of the best studied interacting galaxies on the night sky. Their strong attraction began about a billion years ago when they passed unusually close to each other. As the two galaxies interact, their stars rarely collide, but new stars are formed when their interstellar gases crash together.

𝙄𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝘾𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩: Kent E. Biggs

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Lady Godiva (1891) | Jules Lefebvre

Explanation: Depicts the 11th-century noblewoman, Lady Godiva was the wife of Leofric, the Earl of Mercia who rode naked through Coventry to protest her husband's taxes. The painting captures the moment of her bold act and the grace and sorrow she exudes.

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The Lady of Shalott (1832)

Part I

On either side the river lie

Long fields of barley and of rye,

That clothe the wold and meet the sky;

And thro' the field the road runs by

To many-tower'd Camelot;

The yellow-leaved waterlily

The green-sheathed daffodilly

Tremble in the water chilly

Round about Shalott.

Willows whiten, aspens shiver.

The sunbeam showers break and quiver

In the stream that runneth ever

By the island in the river

Flowing down to Camelot.

Four gray walls, and four gray towers

Overlook a space of flowers,

And the silent isle imbowers

The Lady of Shalott.

Underneath the bearded barley,

The reaper, reaping late and early,

Hears her ever chanting cheerly,

Like an angel, singing clearly,

O'er the stream of Camelot.

Piling the sheaves in furrows airy,

Beneath the moon, the reaper weary

Listening whispers, ' 'Tis the fairy,

Lady of Shalott.'

The little isle is all inrail'd

With a rose-fence, and overtrail'd

With roses: by the marge unhail'd

The shallop flitteth silken sail'd,

Skimming down to Camelot.

A pearl garland winds her head:

She leaneth on a velvet bed,

Full royally apparelled,

The Lady of Shalott.

Part II

No time hath she to sport and play:

A charmed web she weaves alway.

A curse is on her, if she stay

Her weaving, either night or day,

To look down to Camelot.

She knows not what the curse may be;

Therefore she weaveth steadily,

Therefore no other care hath she,

The Lady of Shalott.

She lives with little joy or fear.

Over the water, running near,

The sheepbell tinkles in her ear.

Before her hangs a mirror clear,

Reflecting tower'd Camelot.

And as the mazy web she whirls,

She sees the surly village churls,

And the red cloaks of market girls

Pass onward from Shalott.

Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,

An abbot on an ambling pad,

Sometimes a curly shepherd lad,

Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad,

Goes by to tower'd Camelot:

And sometimes thro' the mirror blue

The knights come riding two and two:

She hath no loyal knight and true,

The Lady of Shalott.

But in her web she still delights

To weave the mirror's magic sights,

For often thro' the silent nights

A funeral, with plumes and lights

And music, came from Camelot:

Or when the moon was overhead

Came two young lovers lately wed;

'I am half sick of shadows,' said

The Lady of Shalott.

Part III

A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,

He rode between the barley-sheaves,

The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,

And flam'd upon the brazen greaves

Of bold Sir Lancelot.

A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd

To a lady in his shield,

That sparkled on the yellow field,

Beside remote Shalott.

The gemmy bridle glitter'd free,

Like to some branch of stars we see

Hung in the golden Galaxy.

The bridle bells rang merrily

As he rode down from Camelot:

And from his blazon'd baldric slung

A mighty silver bugle hung,

And as he rode his armour rung,

Beside remote Shalott.

All in the blue unclouded weather

Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,

The helmet and the helmet-feather

Burn'd like one burning flame together,

As he rode down from Camelot.

As often thro' the purple night,

Below the starry clusters bright,

Some bearded meteor, trailing light,

Moves over green Shalott.

His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;

On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;

From underneath his helmet flow'd

His coal-black curls as on he rode,

As he rode down from Camelot.

From the bank and from the river

He flash'd into the crystal mirror,

'Tirra lirra, tirra lirra:'

Sang Sir Lancelot.

She left the web, she left the loom

She made three paces thro' the room

She saw the water-flower bloom,

She saw the helmet and the plume,

She look'd down to Camelot.

Out flew the web and floated wide;

The mirror crack'd from side to side;

'The curse is come upon me,' cried

The Lady of Shalott.

Part IV

In the stormy east-wind straining,

The pale yellow woods were waning,

The broad stream in his banks complaining,

Heavily the low sky raining

Over tower'd Camelot;

Outside the isle a shallow boat

Beneath a willow lay afloat,

Below the carven stern she wrote,

The Lady of Shalott.

A cloudwhite crown of pearl she dight,

All raimented in snowy white

That loosely flew (her zone in sight

Clasp'd with one blinding diamond bright)

Her wide eyes fix'd on Camelot,

Though the squally east-wind keenly

Blew, with folded arms serenely

By the water stood the queenly

Lady of Shalott.

With a steady stony glance—

Like some bold seer in a trance,

Beholding all his own mischance,

Mute, with a glassy countenance—

She look'd down to Camelot.

It was the closing of the day:

She loos'd the chain, and down she lay;

The broad stream bore her far away,

The Lady of Shalott.

As when to sailors while they roam,

By creeks and outfalls far from home,

Rising and dropping with the foam,

From dying swans wild warblings come,

Blown shoreward; so to Camelot

Still as the boathead wound along

The willowy hills and fields among,

They heard her chanting her deathsong,

The Lady of Shalott.

A longdrawn carol, mournful, holy,

She chanted loudly, chanted lowly,

Till her eyes were darken'd wholly,

And her smooth face sharpen'd slowly,

Turn'd to tower'd Camelot:

For ere she reach'd upon the tide

The first house by the water-side,

Singing in her song she died,

The Lady of Shalott.

Under tower and balcony,

By garden wall and gallery,

A pale, pale corpse she floated by,

Deadcold, between the houses high,

Dead into tower'd Camelot.

Knight and burgher, lord and dame,

To the planked wharfage came:

Below the stern they read her name,

The Lady of Shalott.

They cross'd themselves, their stars they blest,

Knight, minstrel, abbot, squire, and guest.

There lay a parchment on her breast,

That puzzled more than all the rest,

The wellfed wits at Camelot.

'The web was woven curiously,

The charm is broken utterly,

Draw near and fear not,—this is I,

The Lady of Shalott.'

— Alfred, Lord Tennyson

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"The Andromeda galaxy, at a distance of 2.5 million light years away, above New Zealand's highest mountain Aoraki Mount Cook. With quite a bit of planning and luck, I’m happy to share with you a very rare image! This image is legit and is not a composite or ‘fake’."

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Pillars of Creation

Explanation: Towering columns of gas and dust within the Eagle Nebula, a star-forming region 6,500–7,000 light-years from Earth. The pillars are a well-known example of the column shapes that form in giant gas and dust clouds where new stars are born. The pillars' distinctive structure is a result of stellar winds and radiation from a nearby cluster of massive stars.

Image Credits: NASA

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Death of Sappho, by Miguel Carbonell Selva

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The Helix Nebula © 1/2/3/4

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Lamia and the Soldier (1905) by John William Waterhouse

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𝘼 𝙃𝙪𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙩, 𝙤𝙣 𝙎𝙩. 𝘽𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙬'𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙮 | 1852

𝙀𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: It depicts a pair of young lovers that has a dramatic twist because the woman, who is Catholic, is attempting to get her beloved, who is Protestant, to wear the white armband declaring allegiance to Catholicism. But, the young man firmly pulls off the armband at the same time that he gently embraces his lover, and stares into her pleading eyes. This incident refers to the St. Bartholomew's Day massacre on August 24, 1572, when around 3,000 French Protestants were murdered in Paris.

𝘼𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙩: John Everett Millais

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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙉𝙚𝙗𝙪𝙡𝙖 𝙎𝙪𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙖 𝙍𝙚𝙢𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙩

(My new favorite nebula)

𝙀𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: New stars that are born from the remnants of dead stars. The Mermaid Nebula also known as the Betta Fish Nebula, makes up part of an unusual subclass of supernova remnants that are two-sided and nearly circular. It was originally discovered in X-rays, but the nebula is a frequently studied source in radio and gamma-ray light. The blue color visible in the photo is from ionized oxygen, while the deep red is emitted by hydrogen gas. The nebula's mermaid-like shape has been useful for measurements of the interstellar magnetic field.

𝙄𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩: Neil Corke

Taken on September 18th 2024