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Steven M. Tilley

Steven M. Tilley

Model: 56c93376-6a9b-4fd5-8683-7adfa74846b4

Prompt:

moon <mymodel>
Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Scale: 7
Steps: 40
Seed: 2209739254

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Prompt: <mymodel>Create a UHD, 64K, professional oil painting.  Depict the theme of the poem 

        Last night - how deep the darkness was!
        And well I knew its depths, because
        I waded it from shore to shore,
        Thinking to reach the light no more.

        She would not even touch my hand. -
        The winds rose and the cedars fanned
        The moon out, and the stars fled back
        In heaven and hid - and all was black!

        But ah!    To-night a summons came,
        Signed with a teardrop for a name, -
        For as I wondering kissed it, lo,
        A line beneath it told me so.

        And now - the moon hangs over me
        A disk of dazzling brilliancy,
        And every star-tip stabs my sight
        With splintered glitterings of light!

Last Night - And This.

    By James Whitcomb Riley
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Prompt: sunrise on the moon.
 <mymodel>
Prompt: Create a UHD, 64K, professional oil painting in the style of Carl Heinrich Bloch, blending the American Barbizon School and Flemish Baroque influences. Depict
        Last night - how deep the darkness was!
        And well I knew its depths, because
        I waded it from shore to shore,
        Thinking to reach the light no more.
Prompt: <mymodel>On ear and ear two noises too old to end
     Trench—right, the tide that ramps against the shore;
     With a flood or a fall, low lull-off or all roar,
Frequenting there while moon shall wear and wend.

Left hand, off land, I hear the lark ascend,
     His rash-fresh re-winded new-skeinèd score
     In crisps of curl off wild winch whirl, and pour
And pelt music, till none’s to spill nor spend.

How these two shame this shallow and frail town!
     How ring right out our sordid turbid time,
Being pure! We, life’s pride and cared-for crown,

     Have lost that cheer and charm of earth’s past prime:
Our make and making break, are breaking, down
     To man’s last dust, drain fast towards man’s first slime.

The Sea and the Skylark by Gerard Manley Hopkins 1844 –
1889   <mymodel>
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