Lorenzo Lotto paintings

Lorenzo Lotto paintings
Louis Aston Knight paintings
Trust me each state must have its policies;Kingdoms have edicts, cities have their charters;Even the wild outlaw, in his forest-walk,Keeps yet some touch of civil discipline;For not since Adam wore his verdant apron,Hath man with man in social union dwelt,But laws were made to draw that union closer. Old Play
The daylight had dawned upon the glades of the oak forest. The green boughs glittered with all their pearls of dew. The hind led her fawn from the covert of high fern to the more open walks of the greenwood, and no huntsman was there to watch or intercept the stately hart, as he paced at the head of the antlered herd.
The outlaws were all assembled around the Trysting-tree in the Harthill Walk, where they had spent the night in refreshing themselves after the fatigues of the siege, some with wine, some with slumber, many with hearing and recounting the events of the day, and computing the heaps of plunder which their success had placed at the disposal of their chief.