Slow sail'd the weary mariners and saw,
Betwixt the green brink and the running foam,
Sweet faces, rounded arms, and bosoms prest
To little harps of gold; and while they mused
Whispering to each other half in fear,
Shrill music reach'd them on the middle sea.

- Lord Alfred Tennyson, The Sea Fairies ~
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I did a double-take at the name of this beautiful painting..
"The Last Baltic Mermaid Catching Bird Flu"
Original Paintings - US $12,000.00
Nymph With Morning Glory Flowers

Pandora II
Chloé 1875

 Jules Joseph Lefebvre (Tournan-en-Brie, Seine-et-Marne, 14 March 1836 – Paris, 24 February 1911) was a French figure painter.
Lefebvre entered the École nationale supérieure des Beaux-Arts in 1852 and was a pupil of Léon Cogniet. He won the prestigious Prix de Rome in 1861. Between 1855 and 1898, he exhibited 72 portraits in the Paris Salon. In 1891, he became a member of the French Académie des Beaux-Arts.
He was an instructor at the Académie Julian in Paris. He is chiefly important as an excellent and sympathetic teacher who numbered many Americans among his 1500 or more pupils. Some of his famous students were the Scottish-born landscape painter William Hart, as well as Georges Rochegrosse, Félix Vallotton, and many more. He was long a professor at the École des Beaux-Arts. via Wikioedia
Find more of his work at Wikipedia Commons

The Secret Scrolls


Thou rememb'rest
Since once I sat upon a promontory
And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back,
Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath
That the rude sea grew civil at her song,
And certain stars shot madly from their spheres
To hear the sea-maid's music.

William Shakespeare
A Midsummer Night's Dream
(Oberon at II, i)


A Mermaid and Nymphs ~ John William Waterhouse

Oil on canvas,Royal Academy of Arts,
London, Diploma work presented by the
Photo © Royal Academy of Arts, London

Nymphs Finding the Head of Orpheus,
1900, Oil on canvas, Collection
Sir Tim Rice,  Photo: Ian Bavington Jones
These paintings are by John William Waterhouse,
Rome 1849 - London 1917 . Discover more here


The Mermaid

Who would be
A mermaid fair,
Singing alone,
Combing her hair
Under the sea,
In a golden curl
With a comb of pearl,
On a throne?
I would be a mermaid fair;
I would sing to myself the whole of the day;
With a comb of pearl I would comb my hair;
And still as I comb I would sing and say,
"Who is it loves me? who loves not me?"
Lord Alfred TennysonThe Mermaid