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Young Wizards by Diana Duane (1983-2016)
Nita Callahan is at the end of her rope because of the bullies who've been hounding her at school... until she discovers a mysterious library book that promises her the chance to become a wizard. But she has no idea of the difference that taking the Wizard's Oath is going to make in her life. Shortly, in company with fellow beginner-wizard Kit Rodriguez, Nita's catapulted into what will be the adventure of a lifetime—if she and Kit can both live through it. For every wizard's career starts with an Ordeal in which he or she must challenge the one power in the universe that hates wizardry more than anything else: the Lone Power that invented death and turned it loose in the worlds. Plunged into a dark and deadly alternate New York full of the Lone One's creatures, Kit and Nita must venture into the very heart of darkness to find the stolen, legendary Book of Night with Moon. Only with the dangerous power of the wizardly Book do they have a chance to save not just their own lives, but their world...
Valdemar: The Last Herald-Mage by Mercedes Lackey (1989-1990)
Though Vanyel has been born with near-legendary abilities to work both Herald and Mage magic, he wasn't no part in such things. Nor does he seek a warrior's path, wishing instead to become a Bard.
Yet such talent as his, if left untrained, may prove a menace not only to Vanyel but to others as well. So he is sent to be fostered with his aunt, Savil, one of the fame Herald-Mages of Valdemar.
But, strong-willed and self-centered, Vanyel is a challenge which even Savil cannot master alone. For soon he will become the focus of frightening forces, lending his raw magic to a spell that unleashes terrifying wyr-hunters on the land.
And by the time Savil seeks the assistance of a Shin'a'in Adept, Vanyel's wild talent may have already grown beyond anyone's ability to contain, placing Vanyel, Savil, and Valdemar itself in desperate peril.
The Star-Touched Queen by Roshani Chokshi (2016-2018)
Fate and fortune. Power and passion. What does it take to be the queen of a kingdom when you're only seventeen?
Maya is cursed. With a horoscope that promises a marriage of Death and Destruction, she has earned only the scorn and fear of her father's kingdom. Content to follow more scholarly pursuits, her whole world is torn apart when her father, the Raja, arranges a wedding of political convenience to quell outside rebellions. Soon Maya becomes the queen of Akaran and wife of Amar. Neither roles are what she expected: As Akaran's queen, she finds her voice and power. As Amar's wife, she finds something else entirely: Compassion. Protection. Desire...
But Akaran has its own secrets -- thousands of locked doors, gardens of glass, and a tree that bears memories instead of fruit. Soon, Maya suspects her life is in danger. Yet who, besides her husband, can she trust? With the fate of the human and Otherworldly realms hanging in the balance, Maya must unravel an ancient mystery that spans reincarnated lives to save those she loves the most... including herself.
The Wingfeather Saga by Andrew Peterson (2008-2014)
Janner Igiby, his brother, Tink, and their disabled sister, Leeli, are gifted children as all children are, loved well by a noble mother and ex-pirate grandfather. But they will need all their gifts and all that they love to survive the evil pursuit of the venomous Fangs of Dang, who have crossed the dark sea to rule the land with malice. The Igibys hold the secret to the lost legend and jewels of good King Wingfeather of the Shining Isle of Anniera.
Myth Adventures by Robert Lyn Asprin (1978-2002)
Skeeve was a magician's apprentice--until an assassin struck and his master was killed. Now, with a purple-tongued demon named Aahz as a companion, he's on a quest to get even.
The Land of Elyon by Patrick Carman (2003-2008)
Alexa is curious about what lies beyond the massive ramparts that surround the city and the walled roads that link Bridewell to nearby towns; soon after town leader Thomas Warvold passes away, Alexa finds herself outside the walls, acquires a stone with remarkable powers, and discovers that she's meant to stop a potential war from occurring.
The Worst Witch by Jill Murphy (1974-2018)
Mildred Hubble is a trainee witch at Miss Cackle's Academy, and she's making an awful mess of it. She's always getting her spells wrong and she can't even ride a broomstick without crashing it. Will she ever make a real witch?
The Left-Handed Booksellers of London by Garth Nix (2020-2023)
In a slightly alternate London in 1983, Susan Arkshaw is looking for her father, a man she has never met. Crime boss Frank Thringley might be able to help her, but Susan doesn't get time to ask Frank any questions before he is turned to dust by the prick of a silver hatpin in the hands of the outrageously attractive Merlin.
Merlin is a young left-handed bookseller (one of the fighting ones), who with the right-handed booksellers (the intellectual ones), are an extended family of magical beings who police the mythic and legendary Old World when it intrudes on the modern world, in addition to running several bookshops.
Susan's search for her father begins with her mother's possibly misremembered or misspelt surnames, a reading room ticket, and a silver cigarette case engraved with something that might be a coat of arms.
Merlin has a quest of his own, to find the Old World entity who used ordinary criminals to kill his mother. As he and his sister, the right-handed bookseller Vivien, tread in the path of a botched or covered-up police investigation from years past, they find this quest strangely overlaps with Susan's. Who or what was her father? Susan, Merlin, and Vivien must find out, as the Old World erupts dangerously into the New.
The Lighthouse Witches by C. J. Cooke (2021)
When single mother Liv is commissioned to paint a mural in a 100-year-old lighthouse on a remote Scottish island, it’s an opportunity to start over with her three daughters–Luna, Sapphire, and Clover. When two of her daughters go missing, she’s frantic. She learns that the cave beneath the lighthouse was once a prison for women accused of witchcraft. The locals warn her about wildlings, supernatural beings who mimic human children, created by witches for revenge. Liv is told wildlings are dangerous and must be killed.
Twenty-two years later, Luna has been searching for her missing sisters and mother. When she receives a call about her youngest sister, Clover, she’s initially ecstatic. Clover is the sister she remembers–except she’s still seven years old, the age she was when she vanished. Luna is worried Clover is a wildling. Luna has few memories of her time on the island, but she’ll have to return to find the truth of what happened to her family. But she doesn’t realize just how much the truth will change her.
Reckless by Cornelia Funke (2010-2020)
Jacob has uncovered the doorway to another world, hidden behind a mirror. It is a place of dark magic and enchanted objects, scheming dwarves and fearsome ogres, fairies born from water and men born from stone.Here, he hunts for treasure and seeks adventure in the company of Fox - a beautiful, shape-shifting girl, who guides and guards him.But now Jacob's younger brother has followed him into the mirrored world, and all that was freedom has turned to fear. Because a deadly curse has been spoken; and Jacob must risk his life to reverse it, before his brother is turned to stone forever...
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Famous/Important Women?
I'm trying to make a list of notable women in history (mostly for fun, partially to use against misogynists who think men did everything), and kinda not wanting to just look up a list online.
So; I'd like anyone who sees this post to add to the list. Even if all you can remember is a name and basic details, that's enough (I myself am mostly operating off memory, and then looking up details to fill in the blanks). If possible though, a date of birth/death and what they're most known for would be great, since those are the details I'm focusing on right now.
I'll add all new people/details to a list here on Tumblr so we're all on the same page info-wise.
Edit; pinning this post both so I don't have to scroll millions of miles and so it's easier for people to find (I should probably be pinning my intro post instead but whatever).
List so far:
Enheduanna (𒂗𒃶𒌌𒀭𒈾), Birthdate unknown (c. 23rd century BCE), death date unknown (c. 23rd century BCE). High Priestess of Nanna/Sin (Sumerian Moon God), Daughter of Sargon (Founder of the Akkadian Empire), Earliest Known Named Author in History.
Nitocris (Greek: Νίτωκρις). Birthdate Unknown (c. 22nd century BCE), death date unknown (c. 22nd century BCE). Possible Queen of Egypt; If So, Would Have Been the Last Queen of the Sixth Dynasty of the Old Kingdom (c.2686 – 2181 BC).
Sobekneferu (Neferusobek). Birthdate unknown (mid 18th century BC), death date unknown (mid 18th century BC). Queen of Egypt, the Last Ruler of the Twelfth Dynasty of the Middle Kingdom, Reign Lasted 3 Years, 10 Months, and 24 days, Ending in c. 1802 BC.
Hatshepsut. Born ~1507 BC, died 1458 BC. Queen of Egypt (c. 1479 – 1458 BC), Fifth Pharaoh of the 18th Dynasty of Egypt, Prolific Builder, Reigned in Peace and Prosperity.
Sappho (Modern Greek: Σαπφώ (Sapphṓ), Aeolic Greek: Ψάπφω (Psápphō)). Born c. 630 BC, died c. 570 BC. Ancient Greek Poetess, Famous for Love Poems, Symbol of Lesbian Love, Known as “The Tenth Muse”.
Timarete (Thamyris, Tamaris, Thamar (Greek: Τιμαρέτη)). Birthdate unknown (c. 5th century BC), death date unknown (c. 5th century BC). Ancient Greek Painter; According to Pliny the Elder, She "Scorned the Duties of Women and Practiced Her Father's Art." At the Time of Archelaus I of Macedon She Was Best Known for a Panel Painting of the Goddess Diana That Was Kept at the City of Ephesus.
Helena of Egypt. Birthdate unknown (4th century BC), death date unknown (c. 4th century BC). Painter, Learned From Her Father, Worked in the Period After the Death of Alexander the Great in 323 BC, Painted a Scene of Alexander Defeating the Persian Ruler, Darius III, at the Battle of Issus.
Kalypso. Birthdate unknown (c. 3rd century BC), death date unknown. Supposed Ancient Greek Painter (existence disputed).
Aristaineta. Birthdate unknown (3rd century BCE), death date unknown (3rd century BCE). Aetolian Woman, Dedicated a Large Monument at the Sanctuary of Apollo at Delphi Which Included Her Mother, Father, Son, and Herself, Which Was a Symbol of Social Status Usually Reserved For the Male Head of the Family.
The Vestal Three (Aemilia, Licinia and Marcia). Born in the 2nd century BC, died December, 114 BC (Aemilia), and 113 BC (Licinia and Marcia). Roman Vestal Virgins (Priestesses), Prosecuted For Having Broken the Vow of Chastity in Two Famous Trials Between 115 and 113 BC.
Iaia of Cyzicus (Ιαία της Κυζίκου). Born c. 2nd century BC, died c. 1st century BC. Famous Greek Painter and Ivory Carver, Most of Her Paintings are Said to Have Been of Women. According to Pliny the Elder; "No One Had a Quicker Hand Than She in Painting." Remained Unmarried All Her Life.
Cleopatra (Cleopatra VII Thea Philopator). Born ~69 BC, died August 10, 30 BC. Queen of Egypt (51 – 30 BC), Last Active Ruler of the Ptolemaic Kingdom of Egypt, Only Known Ptolemaic Ruler to Learn the Egyptian Language.
Soseono (소서노) (Yeon Soseono (연소서노)). Born 66/7 BCE, died 6 BCE. Queen Consort of Goguryeo, One of the Three Kingdoms of Korea (37 – 18 BC), Queen dowager of Baekje (Another of the Three Kingdoms) (18 – 6 BC), Founder of Baekje (18 BC).
Heo Hwang-ok (허황옥) (Empress Boju (보주태후)). Born 32 AD, died 189 AD. Legendary Queen of Geumgwan Gaya, Mentioned in Samguk yusa (a 13th-Century Korean Chronicle), Believed to Originally be From India.
Septimia Zenobia (𐡡𐡶𐡦𐡡𐡩, Bat-Zabbai). Born ~240, died ~274. Queen of Palmyra (267 – 272), Queen of Egypt (270 – 272), Empress of Palmyra (272).
Hypatia. Born c. 350–370 AD, died March, 415 AD. Neoplatonist Philosopher, Astronomer, and Mathematician, Prominent Thinker in Alexandria, Taught Philosophy and Astronomy, Beloved by Pagans and Christians Alike.
Seondeok of Silla (선덕여왕) (Kim Deokman (덕만)). Born c. 580 or 610, died 20 February, 647. Queen of Silla, One of the Three Kingdoms of Korea (632 – 647), Silla's Twenty-Seventh Ruler and First Reigning Queen, Known as a Wise and Kind Monarch.
Jindeok of Silla (진덕여왕) (Kim Seungman (김승만)). Birthdate unknown, died 654. Queen of Silla, One of the Three Kingdoms of Korea (647 – 654), Silla’s Twenty-Eighth Ruler and Second Reigning Queen, Greatly Improved Relations With China.
Jinseong of Silla (진성여왕) (Kim Man (김만)). Born c. 865, died 897. Queen of Silla, One of the Three Kingdoms of Korea (887-897), Silla’s Fifty-First Ruler, Third and Last Reigning Queen, Said to be Smart by Nature, But Whose Reign Saw the Weakening of Unified Silla.
Ende (En). Born c. 10th Century AD, died c. 10th Century AD. First Spanish Female Manuscript Illuminator to Have Her Work Documented Through Inscription.
Diemoth (Latinized: Diemudus, Diemut, Diemud, Diemuth, Diemod or Diemudis). Born c. 1060, died c. 30 March, 1130. Recluse at Wessobrunn Abbey in Upper Bavaria, Germany, Worked on 45 Manuscripts From 1075 to 1130.
Lǐ Qīngzhào (李清照) (a.k.a. Yian Jushi (易安居士)). Born 1084, died c.1155. Chinese Poet and Essayist, Defiant Visionary, Known as “The Most Talented Woman In History.”
Gunnborga (a.k.a Gunnborga den Goda (literary: 'Gunnborga the Good')). Born c. 11th century, died c. 11th century. Viking Age Swedish Runemaster, Responsible for the Hälsingland Rune Inscription 21, Known as the Only Confirmed Female Runemaster.
Hildegard of Bingen (German: Hildegard von Bingen, Latin: Hildegardis Bingensis, a.k.a Saint Hildegard/the “Sibyl of the Rhine”). Born c. 1098, died 17 September, 1179. German Benedictine Abbess and Polymath, Active as a Writer, Composer, Philosopher, Mystic, Visionary, and Medical Writer/Practitioner During the High Middle Ages.
Matilda of England (Empress Matilda, Empress Maude, the “Lady of the English”). Born c. 7 February, 1102, died 10 September, 1167. Holy Roman Empress (1114 – 1125), Disputed Queen of England (1141 – 1148).
Guda. Born 12th Century AD, died 12th Century AD. German Nun and Illuminator, One of the First Women to Create a Self-Portrait in a Manuscript.
Herrad of Landsberg (Latin: Herrada Landsbergensis). Born c. 1130, died July 25, 1195. Alsatian Nun and Abbess of Hohenburg Abbey in the Vosges Mountains, Known as the Author of the Pictorial Encyclopedia Hortus Deliciarum (The Garden of Delights) (completed in 1185).
Claricia (Clarica). Born c. 12th Century AD, died c. 13th Century AD. German Laywoman and Illuminator, Noted for Including a Self-Portrait in a South German Psalter of c. 1200.
Jefimija (Јефимија) (Jelena Mrnjavčević (Serbian Cyrillic: Јелена Мрњавчевић)). Born 1349, died 1405. Considered the First Female Serbian Poet. Her Lament for a Dead Son and Encomium of Prince Lazar are Famous in the Canon of Medieval Serbian Literature. Also a Skilled Needlewoman and Engraver.
Christine de Pizan (Cristina da Pizzano). Born September, 1364, died c. 1430. Italian-Born French Poet and Court Writer for King Charles VI of France and Several French Dukes. Considered to be One of the Earliest Feminist Writers; Her Work Includes Novels, Poetry, and Biography, and also Literary, Historical, Philosophical, Political, and Religious Reviews and Analyses.
Joan of Arc (Jeanne d’Arc, Jehanne Darc). Born ~1412, died 30 May, 1431. French Knight, Martyr, and Saint, Burned at the Stake.
Catherine of Bologna (Caterina de' Vigri). Born 8 September, 1413, died 9 March, 1463. Italian Poor Clare, Writer, Teacher, Mystic, Artist, and Saint; The Patron Saint of Artists and Against Temptations.
Elena de Laudo. Born c. 15th Century AD, died c. 15th Century AD. Venetian Glass Artist, Belonged to a Glass Painter Family of Murano, is Noted to Have Painted Blanks Delivered to Her From the Workshop of Salvatore Barovier in 1443–1445.
Maria Ormani (Maria di Ormanno degli Albizzi). Born 1428, died c. 1470. Italian Augustinian Hermit Nun-Scribe and Manuscript Illustrator, Most Notable Work is an Apparent Self-Portrait in a Breviary That She Signed and Dated 1453; the Earliest Dated Self-Portrait by a Woman Artist in Italian Renaissance Art.
Sister Barbara Ragnoni (Suor Barbara Ragnoni). Born 1448, died 1533. Italian Nun and Artist for Whom Only One Work Remains Extant; Her Signed Painting, The Adoration of the Shepherds (c. 1500).
Antonia Uccello. Born 1456, died 1491. Carmelite Nun, Noted as a "Pittoressa" (Painter) on Her Death Certificate; Her Style and Skill Remain a Mystery as None of Her Work is Extant.
Marietta Barovier. Born 15th Century AD, died c. 15th/16th Century AD. Venetian Glass Artist, the Artist Behind a Particular Glass Design from Venetian Murano; the Glass Bead Called Rosette or Chevron Bead, in 1480. In 1487 She Was Noted to Have Been Given the Privilege to Construct a Special Kiln (Sua Fornace Parrula) for Making "Her Beautiful, Unusual and Not Blown Works".
Catherine of Aragon (Katherine, Catharina, Catalina). Born 16 December, 1485, died 7 January, 1536. First Wife of King Henry VIII, Queen Consort of England (1509 – 1533).
Properzia de' Rossi. Born c. 1490, died 1530. Ground-Breaking Female Italian Renaissance Sculptor, One of Only Four Women to Receive a Biography in Giorgio Vasari's Lives of the Artists.
Anne Boleyn. Born c. 1501 or 1507, died 19 May, 1536. Second Wife of King Henry VIII, Queen Consort of England (1533 – 1536), Martyr, Executed on False Charges.
Jane Seymour. Born c. 1508, died 24 October, 1537. Third Wife of King Henry VIII, Queen Consort of England (1536 – 1537), Died of Postnatal Complications.
Levina Teerlinc. Born in the 1510s, died 23 June, 1576. Flemish Renaissance Miniaturist who Served as a Painter to the English Court of Henry VIII, Edward VI, Mary I and Elizabeth I.
Catherine Parr (Kateryn Parr). Born c. August, 1512, died 5 September, 1548. Sixth Wife of King Henry VIII, Queen Consort of England and Ireland (1543 – 1547), First English Woman to Publish an Original Work Under Her Own Name, Widowed, Remarried, Died in Childbirth.
Anne of Cleves (Anna von Kleve). Born 28 June or 22 September, 1515, died 16 July, 1557. Fourth Wife of King Henry VIII, Queen Consort of England (6 January 1540 – 12 July 1540), Marriage Annulled, Outlived All Other Wives.
Mary I of England (Mary Tudor). Born 18 February, 1516, died 17 November, 1558. First Undisputed Regnant Queen of England and Ireland (1553 – 1558), Daughter of Henry VIII and Catherine of Aragon.
Mayken Verhulst (a.k.a. Marie Bessemers). Born 1518, died 1596 or 1599. 16th-Century Flemish Miniature, Tempera and Watercolor Painter and Print Publisher, Actively Engaged in the Workshop of Her Husband, Posthumously Publishing His Works. While Recognized as an Exceptionally Skilled Artist, Little is Known About Her Works or Life as There are Few Surviving Sources.
Catherine Howard (Katheryn Howard). Born c. 1523, died 13 February, 1542. Fifth Wife of King Henry VIII, Queen Consort of England (1540 – 1541), Stripped of Title, Beheaded for ‘Treason’.
Sister Plautilla Nelli (Pulisena Margherita Nelli). Born 1524, died 1588. Self-Taught Nun-Artist, the First Ever Known Female Renaissance Painter of Florence, and the Only Renaissance Woman Known to Have Painted the Last Supper.
Caterina van Hemessen (Catharina van Hemessen). Born 1528, died after 1565. Flemish Renaissance Painter, the Earliest Female Flemish Painter for Whom There is Verifiable Extant Work, Possibly Created the First Self-Portrait of an Artist (of Either Gender) Depicted Seated at an Easel (1548).
Sofonisba Anguissola (a.k.a Sophonisba Angussola or Sophonisba Anguisciola). Born c. 1532, died 16 November, 1625. Italian Renaissance Painter, Born to a Relatively Poor Noble Family, Got a Well-Rounded Education That Included the Fine Arts; Her Apprenticeship With Local Painters Set a Precedent for Women to be Accepted as Students of Art.
Elizabeth I of England (Elizabeth Tudor, the “Virgin Queen”). Born 7 September, 1533, died 24 March, 1603. Regnant Queen of England and Ireland (1558 – 1603), Last Monarch of the House of Tudor, Daughter of Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn.
Lucia Anguissola. Born 1536 or 1538, died c. 1565 – 1568. Italian Mannerist Painter of the Late Renaissance, Younger Sister of Sofonisba, Who She Likely Trained With.
Lady Jane Grey (Lady Jane Dudley (married name)). Born ~1537, died 12 February, 1554. Queen of England for ~9 days (~10 July, 1553 – 19 July, 1553) (disputed), First Cousin Once Removed of Mary I and Elizabeth I.
Mary, Queen of Scots (Mary Stuart). Born 8 December, 1542, died 8 February, 1587. Queen of Scotland (1542 – 1567), Forced Abdication, Imprisonment, Execution.
Diana Scultori (a.k.a Diana Mantuana & Diana Ghisi). Born 1547, died 5 April, 1612. Italian Engraver From Mantua, Italy; One of the Earliest Known Women Printmakers, Making Mostly Reproductive Engravings of Well-Known Paintings/Drawings and Ancient Roman Sculptures.
Lavinia Fontana. Born 24 August, 1552, died 11 August, 1614. Italian Mannerist Painter, Active in Bologna and Rome, Best Known for Her Successful Portraiture, but Also Worked in the Genres of Mythology and Religious Painting, Regarded as the First Female Career Artist in Western Europe.
Barbara Longhi. Born 21 September, 1552, died 23 December, 1638. Italian Painter, Much Admired in Her Lifetime as a Portraitist, Though Most of Her Portraits are Now Lost or Unattributed.
Marietta Robusti. Born 1560, died 1590. Highly Skilled Venetian Painter of the Renaissance Period, the Daughter of Tintoretto (Jacobo Robusti), Sometimes Referred to as Tintoretta.
Elizabeth Báthory (Báthori Erzsébet). Born 7 August, 1560, died 21 August, 1614. Hungarian Countess, Subject of Folklore, Alleged Serial Killer.
Esther Inglis. Born 1571, died 1624. Skilled Artisan and Miniaturist Who Possessed Several Skills in Areas Such as Calligraphy, Writing, and Embroidering; Over the Course of Her Life, She Composed Around Sixty Miniature Books That Display Her Calligraphic Skill With Paintings, Portraits, and Embroidered Covers.
Galizia (Fede Galizia). Born c. 1578, died c. 1630. Italian Painter of Still-Lifes, Portraits, and Religious Pictures, Especially Noted as a Painter of Still-Lifes of Fruit, a Genre in Which She Was One of the Earliest Practitioners in European Art.
Izumo no Okuni (出雲 阿国). Born c. 1578, died c. 1613. Actress, Shrine Maiden, Creator of Kabuki Theater (1603 – 1610), Recruited Lower-Class Women For Her Troupe, Primarily Prostitutes.
Clara Peeters. Born c. 1580s/90s, death date unknown. Flemish Still-Life Painter From Antwerp Who Worked in Both the Spanish Netherlands and Dutch Republic. Was the Best-Known Female Flemish Artist of This Era and One of the Few Women Artists Working Professionally in 17th-Century Europe, Despite Restrictions on Women's Access to Artistic Training and Membership in Guilds.
Artemisia Gentileschi (Artemisia Lomi). Born 8 July, 1593, died c. 1656. Italian Baroque Painter, Considered Among the Most Accomplished 17th-Century Artists, Making Professional Work by Age 15. In an Era When Women Had Few Chances to Pursue Artistic Training/Work as Professional Artists, She Was the First Woman to Become a Member of the Accademia di Arte del Disegno and Had an International Clientele. Much of Her Work Features Women From Myths, Allegories, and the Bible, Including Victims, Suicides, and Warriors.
Magdalena van de Passe. Born 1600, died 1638. Dutch Engraver, Member of the Van de Passe Family of Artists From Cologne, Active in the Northern Netherlands. Specialized in Landscapes and Portraits, and Trained the Polymath Anna Maria van Schurman in Engraving, One of the Few Known Early Examples of the Training of One Woman Artist by Another.
Giovanna Garzoni. Born 1600, died 1670. Italian Painter of the Baroque Period; Began Her Career Painting Religious, Mythological, and Allegorical Subjects but Gained Fame For Her Botanical Subjects Painted in Tempera and Watercolor.
Michaelina Wautier (Michaelina Woutiers). Born 1604, died 1689. Baroque Painter From the Southern Netherlands (now Belgium), Noted For the Variety of Subjects and Genres She Worked in, Unusual For Female Artists of the Time, Who Were More Often Restricted to Smaller Paintings, Generally Portraits or Still-Lifes.
Judith Leyster (Judith Jans Leyster (also Leijster)). Born in July, 1609, died February 10, 1660. Dutch Golden Age Painter of Genre Works, Portraits, and Still-Lifes. Her Work Was Highly Regarded by Her Contemporaries, but Largely Forgotten After Her Death. Her Entire Oeuvre Came to be Attributed to Frans Hals or to Her Husband, Jan Miense Molenaer. In 1893, She Was Rediscovered and Scholars Began to Attribute Her Works Correctly.
Louise Moillon. Born 1610, died 1696. French Still-Life Painter in the Baroque Era, Became Known as One of the Best Still-Life Painters of Her Time, Her Work Purchased by King Charles I of England, as Well as French Nobility.
Catharina Peeters. Born 1615, died 1676. Flemish Baroque Painter, Noted For Painting Seascapes.
Katharina Pepijn (Catharina Pepijn). Born in February, 1619, died 12 November, 1688. Flemish Painter Who Was Known For Her History Paintings and Portraits.
Josefa de Óbidos (Josefa de Ayala Figueira). Born c. January, 1630, died 22 July, 1684. Spanish-Born Portuguese Painter. All of Her Work Was Executed in Portugal, Her Father's Native Country, Where She Lived From the Age of Four. Approximately 150 Works of Art Have Been Attributed to Her, Making Her One of the Most Prolific Baroque Artists in Portugal.
Maria van Oosterwijck (Maria van Oosterwyck). Born 20/27 August, 1630, died 1693. Dutch Golden Age Painter, Specializing in Richly-Detailed Flower Paintings and Other Still-Lifes. Despite the Fact That Her Paintings Were Highly Sought Out by Collectors (Including Royalty), She Was Denied Membership in the Painters' Guild Because Women Weren’t Allowed to Join. Stayed Single Throughout Her Life, but Raised Her Orphaned Nephew.
Johanna Vergouwen (Jeanne Vergouwen, Joanna Vergouwen). Born 1630, died 11 March, 1714. Flemish Baroque Painter, Copyist, and Art Dealer.
Mary Beale (née Cradock). Born in late March, 1633, died 8 October, 1699. English Portrait Painter and Writer, Part of a Small Band of Female Professional Artists Working in London. Her Manuscript Observations (1663), on the Materials and Techniques Employed "in Her Painting of Apricots", Though Not Printed, is the Earliest Known Instructional Text in English Written by a Female Painter.
Elisabetta Sirani. Born 8 January, 1638, died 28 August, 1665. Italian Baroque Painter and Printmaker Who Died in Unexplained Circumstances at the Age of 27. She Was One of the First Women Artists in Early Modern Bologna, and Established an Academy for Other Women Artists.
Maria Theresia van Thielen. Born 7 March, 1640, died 11 February, 1706. Flemish Baroque Painter, Known for Several Flower Pieces and Outdoor Still-Lifes Painted in the Style of Her Father, Jan Philip van Thielen.
Anna Maria van Thielen. Born 1641, death date unknown. Flemish Baroque Painter and Nun, Younger Sister of Maria Theresia, Older Sister of Fransisca Catharina.
Maria Borghese (Maria Virginia Teresa Borghese). Born 1642, died 1718. Italian Baroque Artist, Daughter of Art Collector Olimpia Aldobrandini.
Francisca Catharina van Thielen. Born 1645, death date unknown. Flemish Baroque Painter and Nun, Younger Sister of Maria Theresia and Anna Maria.
Maria Sibylla Merian. Born 2 April, 1647, died 13 January, 1717. German Entomologist, Naturalist and Scientific Illustrator, One of the Earliest European Naturalists to Document Observations About Insects Directly.
Élisabeth Sophie Chéron. Born 3 October, 1648, died 3 September, 1711. Remembered Today Primarily as a French Painter, but She Was a Renaissance Woman, Acclaimed in Her Lifetime as a Gifted Poet, Musician, Artist, and Academician.
Luisa Roldán (Luisa Ignacia Roldán, a.k.a La Roldana). Born 8 September, 1652, died 10 January, 1706. Spanish Sculptor of the Baroque Era, the Earliest Woman Sculptor Documented in Spain. Recognized in the Hispanic Society Museum For Being "One of the Few Women Artists to Have Maintained a Studio Outside the Convents in Golden Age Spain".
Rachel Ruysch. Born 3 June, 1664, died 12 October, 1750. Dutch Still-Life Painter From the Northern Netherlands. She Specialized in Flowers, Inventing Her Own Style and Achieving International Fame in Her Lifetime. Due to a Long, Successful Career That Spanned Over Six Decades, She Became the Best-Documented Woman Painter of the Dutch Golden Age.
Anne, Queen of Great Britain. Born 6 February, 1665, died 1 August, 1714. Queen of England, Scotland, and Ireland (1702 – 1707), First Queen of Great Britain and Ireland (1707 – 1714).
Isabel de Cisneros (Isabel de Santiago). Born 1666, died c. 1714. Criollo Colonial Painter Born in the Colony of Quito (Ecuador), Specialized in Oil Paintings of the Childhood of the Virgin and of the Baby Jesus, Adorned With Flowers and Animals.
Rosalba Carriera. Born 12 January, 1673, died 15 April, 1757. Venetian Rococo Painter; In Her Younger Years She Specialized in Portrait Miniatures, Would Later Become Known For Her Pastel Portraits, Helping Popularize the Medium in 18th-Century Europe. She is Remembered as One of the Most Successful Women Artists of Any Era.
Giulia Lama (Giulia Elisabetta Lama). Born 1 October, 1681, died 7/8 October, 1747. Italian Painter, Active in Venice. Her Dark, Tense Style Contrasted With the Dominant Pastel Colors of the Late Baroque Era. She Was One of the First Female Artists to Study the Male Figure Nude.
Anna Dorothea Therbusch (born Anna Dorothea Lisiewski (Polish: Anna Dorota Lisiewska)). Born 23 July, 1721, died 9 November, 1782. Prominent Rococo Painter Born in the Kingdom of Prussia (Modern-Day Poland). About 200 of Her Works Survive, and She Painted at Least Eighty-Five Verified Portraits.
Catherine the Great (Catherine II, Екатерина Алексеевна (Yekaterina Alekseyevna), born Princess Sophie Augusta Frederica von Anhalt-Zerbst). Born 2 May, 1729, died 17 November, 1796. Reigning Empress of Russia (1762 – 1796), Came to Power After Overthrowing Her Husband, Peter III. Under Her Long Reign, Russia Experienced a Renaissance of Culture and Sciences.
Ulrika Pasch (Ulrika "Ulla" Fredrica Pasch). Born 10 July, 1735, died 2 April, 1796. Swedish Rococo Painter and Miniaturist, and a Member of the Royal Swedish Academy of Arts.
Angelica Kauffman (Maria Anna Angelika Kauffmann). Born 30 October, 1741, died 5 November, 1807. Swiss Neoclassical Painter Who Had a Successful Career in London and Rome. Remembered Primarily as a History Painter, She Was a Skilled Portraitist, Landscape and Decoration Painter. She Was, Along With Mary Moser, One of Two Female Painters Among the Founding Members of the Royal Academy in London in 1768.
Mary Moser. Born 27 October, 1744, died 2 May, 1819. English Painter and One of the Most Celebrated Female Artists of 18th-Century Britain. One of Only Two Female Founding Members of the Royal Academy in 1768 (Along With Angelica Kauffman), She Painted Portraits But is Particularly Noted For Her Depictions of Flowers.
Anne Vallayer-Coster. Born 21 December, 1744, died 28 February, 1818. Major 18th-Century French Painter, Best Known For Still-Lifes. She Achieved Fame and Recognition Very Early in Her Career, Being Admitted to the Académie Royale de Peinture et de Sculpture in 1770, at the Age of Twenty-Six. Her Life Was Determinedly Private, Dignified and Hard-Working.
Adélaïde Labille-Guiard (née Labille/a.k.a Adélaïde Labille-Guiard des Vertus). Born 11 April, 1749, died 24 April, 1803. French Miniaturist and Portrait Painter, Was an Advocate for Women to Receive the Same Opportunities as Men to Become Great Painters. She Was One of the First Women to Become a Member of the Royal Academy, and Was the First Female Artist to Receive Permission to Set Up a Studio for Her Students at the Louvre.
Marianne Mozart (Maria Anna Walburga Ignatia Mozart). Born 30 July, 1751, died 29 October, 1829. Musician (c. 1759 – 1769), Music Teacher (1772 – 1829), Sister of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.
Élisabeth Vigée Le Brun (Élisabeth Louise Vigée Le Brun, born Élisabeth Louise Vigée, a.k.a. Louise Élisabeth Vigée Le Brun, Madame Le Brun). Born 16 April, 1755, died 30 March, 1842. French Painter Who Mostly Specialized in Portrait Painting, in the Late 18th/Early 19th Centuries, Made a Name For Herself in Ancien Régime Society by Serving as the Portrait Painter to Marie Antoinette, Enjoyed the Patronage of European Aristocrats, Actors, and Writers, and Was Elected to Art Academies in Ten Cities.
Marie Antoinette (Maria Antonia). Born 2 November, 1755, died 16 October, 1793. Last Queen of France (1774 – 1792), Bad Reputation, Executed by Guillotine.
Maria Cosway (Maria Luisa Caterina Cecilia Cosway (née Hadfield)). Born 11 June, 1760, died 5 January, 1838. Italian-English Painter, Musician, and Educator, Worked in England, France, and Later Italy, Cultivating a Large Circle of Friends and Clients. Founded a Girls' School in Paris (Dir. 1803 – 1809). Soon After it Closed, She Founded a Girls' College and School in Lodi, Northern Italy, Which She Directed Until Her Death.
Marguerite Gérard. Born 28 January, 1761, died 18 May, 1837. French Painter and Printmaker Working in the Rococo Style; More Than 300 Genre Paintings, 80 Portraits, and Several Miniatures Have Been Documented to Her.
Marie-Gabrielle Capet. Born 6 September, 1761, died 1 November, 1818. French Neoclassical Painter, Pupil of the French Painter Adélaïde Labille-Guiard in Paris. Excelled as a Portrait Painter; Her Works Include Oil Paintings, Watercolors, and Miniatures.
Anna Rajecka (a.k.a Madame Gault de Saint-Germain). Born c. 1762, died 1832. Polish Portrait Painter and Pastellist, Raised as a Protégée of King Stanisław August Poniatowski of Poland; In 1783, She Was Enrolled at His Expense at the Art School for Women at the Louvre in Paris. Chose to Stay in Paris After Marrying Miniaturist Pierre-Marie Gault de Saint-Germain in 1788. Became the First Polish Woman to Have Her Work Represented at the Salon in 1791.
Marie-Guillemine Benoist (born Marie-Guillemine Laville-Leroux), Born December 18, 1768, died October 8, 1826. French Neoclassical, Historical, and Genre Painter, Student of Élisabeth Vigée Le Brun.
Adèle Romany (born Jeanne Marie Mercier, a.k.a. Adèle Romanée, Adèle de Romance). Born 7 December, 1769, died 6 June, 1846. French Painter Known for Miniatures and Portraits, Especially Those of People Involved in Performing Arts.
Marie-Denise Villers (Marie-Denise "Nisa" Lemoine). Born 1774, died 19 August, 1821. French Painter Who Specialized in Portraits. In 1794, She Married an Architecture Student, Michel-Jean-Maximilien Villers. Her Husband Supported Her Art, During a Time When Many Women Were Forced to Give Up Professional Art Work After Marriage.
Constance Mayer (Marie-Françoise Constance Mayer La Martinière). Born 9 March, 1775, died 26 May, 1821. French Painter of Portraits, Allegorical Subjects, Miniatures and Genre Works. She Had "a Brilliant But Bitter Career."
Jane Austen. Born 16 December, 1775, died 18 July, 1817. English Novelist, Author of Sense and Sensibility (1811), Pride and Prejudice (1813), etc, Known For Her Subtle Criticism of the Nobility of the Time.
Marie Ellenrieder. Born 20 March, 1791, died 5 June, 1863. German Painter Known For Her Portraits and Religious Paintings, Considered to be the Most Important German Woman Artist of Her Time.
Louise-Adéone Drölling (Madame Joubert). Born 29 May, 1797, died 20 March, 1834. French Painter and Draftswoman. Both Her Father and Older Brother Were Celebrated Artists in Their Day; She Herself Was Not a Very Prolific Painter.
Mary Shelley (Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, née Godwin). Born 30 August, 1797, died 1 February 1851. English Novelist, Author of Frankenstein (1818), Which is Considered One of the Earliest Examples of Science Fiction.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning. Born 6 March, 1806, died 29 June, 1861. Influential Poet, Author of How Do I Love Thee (Sonnet 43, 1845) and Aurora Leigh (1856).
Ada Lovelace (Augusta Ada King, née Byron, Countess of Lovelace). Born 10 December, 1815, died 27 November, 1852. Mathematician, Writer, First to Think of Other Uses for Computing Besides Mathematical Calculations.
Victoria I (Alexandrina Victoria). Born 24 May, 1819, died 22 January, 1901. Queen of England (1837 – 1901), Longest Reign of All Predecessors.
Florence Nightingale. Born May 12, 1820, died August 13, 1910. English Nurse, Pioneer of Modern Nursing, Statistics, and Social Reformation (~1853 – ?).
Rosa Bonheur. Born 16 March, 1822, died 25 May, 1899. French Artist Known Best as a Painter of Animals (Animalière). She Also Made Sculptures in a Realist Style. Was Widely Considered to be the Most Famous Female Painter of the Nineteenth Century. It’s Been Claimed That She Was Openly Lesbian, as She Lived With Her Partner Nathalie Micas For Over 40 Years Until Micas's Death.
Barbara Bodichon. Born 8 April, 1827, died 11 June, 1891. English Educationalist, Artist, and a Leading Mid-19th-Century Feminist and Women's Rights Activist. She Published Her Influential Brief Summary of the Laws of England concerning Women in 1854 and the English Woman's Journal in 1858, and Co-Founded Girton College, Cambridge (1869).
Emily Dickinson (Emily Elizabeth Dickinson). Born December 10, 1830, died May 15, 1886. American Poet, Little-Known During Her Lifetime, Most Works Published Posthumously and Heavily Edited, Later Regarded as One of the Most Important Figures In American Poetry.
Louisa May Alcott. Born November 29, 1832, died March 6, 1888. American Novelist, Short Story Writer, Poet, Author of Little Women (1868), Abolitionist, Feminist, Active in Temperance and Women’s Suffrage Movements.
Elizabeth Jane Gardner (Elizabeth Jane Gardner Bouguereau (married name)). Born October 4, 1837, died January 28, 1922. American Academic and Salon Painter, Born in Exeter, New Hampshire. She Was the First American Woman to Exhibit and Win a Gold Medal at the Paris Salon. Her Works Were Accepted to the Salon More Than Any Other Woman Painter in History, and More Than All But a Few of the Men.
Marie Bracquemond (Marie Anne Caroline Quivoron). Born 1 December, 1840, died 17 January, 1916. French Impressionist Artist, One of Four Notable Women in the Impressionist Movement, Along With Mary Cassatt, Berthe Morisot, and Eva Gonzalès. Studied Drawing as a Child and Began Showing Her Work at the Paris Salon When She Was Still an Adolescent. Never Underwent Formal Art Training, But Received Limited Instruction From Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres and Advice From Paul Gauguin, Which Contributed to Her Stylistic Approach.
Berthe Morisot (Berthe Marie Pauline Morisot). Born January 14, 1841, died March 2, 1895. French Painter and a Member of the Circle of Painters in Paris Who Became Known as the Impressionists. Described by Art Critic Gustave Geffroy in 1894 as One of "Les Trois Grandes Dames" (The Three Great Ladies) of Impressionism Alongside Marie Bracquemond and Mary Cassatt.
Emma Sandys (born Mary Ann Emma Sands). Born 25 September, 1841, died 21 November, 1877. British Pre-Raphaelite Painter. Her Works Were Mainly Portraits in Both Oil and Chalk of Children and of Young Women, Often in Period Clothing, Against Backgrounds of Brightly Coloured Flowers.
Maria Zambaco (Marie Terpsithea Cassavetti (Greek: Μαρία Τερψιθέα Κασσαβέτη)). Born 29 April, 1843, died 14 July, 1914. British Sculptor of Greek Descent, Was Also an Artist's Model, Favored by the Pre-Raphaelites.
Kitty Kielland (Kitty Lange Kielland). Born 8 October, 1843, died 1 October, 1914. Norwegian Landscape Painter.
Marie Stillman (Marie Spartali (Greek: Μαρία Σπαρτάλη)). Born 10 March, 1844, died 6 March, 1927. British Member of the Second Generation of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood. Of the Pre-Raphaelites, She Had One of the Longest-Running Careers, Spanning Sixty Years and Producing Over One Hundred and Fifty Works. Though Her Work With the Brotherhood Began as a Favorite Model, She Soon Trained and Became a Respected Painter.
Mary Cassatt (Mary Stevenson Cassatt). Born May 22, 1844, died June 14, 1926. American Painter and Printmaker, Born in Pennsylvania and Lived Much of her Adult Life in France, Where She Befriended Edgar Degas and Exhibited With the Impressionists. Often Created Images of the Social and Private Lives of Women, With Particular Emphasis on the Intimate Bonds Between Mothers and Children. Described by Gustave Geffroy as One of "Les Trois Grandes Dames" (The Three Great Ladies) of Impressionism Alongside Marie Bracquemond and Berthe Morisot.
Elizabeth Thompson (Elizabeth Southerden Thompson, later known as Lady Butler). Born 3 November, 1846, died 2 October, 1933. British Painter Who Specialized in Painting Scenes From British Military Campaigns and Battles, Including the Crimean War and the Napoleonic Wars.
Lilla Cabot Perry (born Lydia Cabot). Born January 13, 1848, died February 28, 1933. American Artist Who Worked in the American Impressionist Style, Rendering Portraits and Landscapes in the Freeform Manner of Her Mentor, Claude Monet. She Was an Early Advocate of the French Impressionist Style and Contributed to its Reception in the United States. Her Early Work Was Shaped by Her Exposure to the Boston School of Artists and Her Travels in Europe and Japan.
Anna Boch (Anna-Rosalie Boch). Born 10 February, 1848, died 25 February, 1936. Belgian Painter, Art Collector, and the Only Female Member of the Artistic Group, Les XX. Part of the Neo-Impressionist Movement.
Anna Bilińska (a.k.a. Anna Bilińska-Bohdanowicz). Born 8 December, 1854, died 8 April, 1893. Polish Painter, Known For Her Portraits. A Representative of Realism, She Spent Most of Her Life in Paris, and is Considered the "First Internationally Known Polish Woman Artist."
Cecilia Beaux (Eliza Cecilia Beaux). Born May 1, 1855, died September 17, 1942. American Artist and the First Woman to Teach Art at the Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts. Known For Her Elegant and Sensitive Portraits of Friends, Relatives, and Gilded Age Patrons, She Painted Many Famous Subjects Including First Lady Edith Roosevelt, Admiral Sir David Beatty and Georges Clemenceau.
Evelyn De Morgan (Mary Evelyn Pickering). Born 30 August, 1855, died 2 May, 1919. English Painter Associated Early in Her Career With the Later Phase of the Pre-Raphaelite Movement, and Working in a Range of Styles Including Aestheticism and Symbolism. Her Paintings Rely on a Range of Metaphors to Express Spiritualist and Feminist Content; Her Later Works Also Dealt With Themes of War From a Pacifist Perspective.
Lucy Bacon (Lucy Angeline Bacon). Born July 30, 1857, died October 17, 1932. Californian Artist Known for Her California Impressionist Oil Paintings of Florals, Landscapes and Still Lifes. Studied in Paris Under the Impressionist Camille Pissarro; The Only Known Californian Artist to Have Studied Under Any of the Great French Impressionists.
Laura Muntz Lyall (Laura Adeline Muntz). Born June 18, 1860, died December 9, 1930. Canadian Impressionist Painter and Art Teacher, Known for Her Sympathetic Portrayal of Women and Children.
Olga Boznańska. Born 15 April, 1865, died 26 October, 1940. Polish Painter and Art Teacher of the Turn of the 20th Century. She Was a Notable Painter in Poland and Europe, and Was Stylistically Associated With French Impressionism, Though She Rejected This Label.
Suzanne Valadon (Marie-Clémentine Valadon). Born 23 September, 1865, died 7 April, 1938. French Painter Who, in 1894, Became the First Woman Painter Admitted to the Société Nationale des Beaux-Arts. Shocked the Artistic World by Painting Male Nudes as well as Less Idealized Images of Women (in Comparison to Those of Her Male Counterparts).
Mademoiselle Abomah (Ella Williams). Born October, 1865, death date unknown (after 1920s). African-American Performer, Giantess Who Grew to Eight Feet Tall.
Anna Connelly. Born September 23, 1868, died ~1969. Inventor of the First Fire Escape (1887), One of the First Women to Patent an Invention Without Help From a Man.
Emma Goldman. Born June 27, 1869, died May 14, 1940. Anarchist Revolutionary, Political Activist, Writer, Played a Pivotal Role in Development of Anarchist Philosophy in North America and Europe In the First Half of the 20th Century.
Ella Ewing, “The Missouri Giantess” (Ella Katherine Ewing). Born March 9, 1872, died January 10, 1913. Giantess, Performer, Considered the World’s Tallest Woman of Her Era.
Helen Keller (Helen Adams Keller). Born June 27, 1880, died June 1, 1968. Blind/Deaf, Disability Rights/etc. Activist (1909 – ?), Author (1903 – ?).
Agatha Christie (Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie, Lady Mallowan, DBE (née Miller)). Born 15 September, 1890, died 12 January, 1976. English Writer, Known For Her 66 Detective Novels and 14 Short Story Collections. Dubbed “The Queen of Crime”.
Amelia Earhart (Amelia Mary Earhart). Born July 24, 1897, died January 5, 1939 (in absentia). First Solo Female Pilot (1932), Women's Rights Activist, Lost at Sea (1937).
Ebony and Ivory (Margaret Patrick and Ruth Eisenburg). Born 1902 (Eisenburg)/1913 (Patrick), died 1996 (Eisenburg)/1994 (Patrick). Elderly Interracial Piano Duo (1983 – 1988), Disabled on Opposite Sides.
Virginia Hall (Virginia Hall Goillot, Codenamed Marie and Diane, Known as “Artemis” and ”The Limping Lady” by the Germans). Born April 6, 1906, died July 8, 1982. WWII-Era Intelligence Agent (1940 – 1945), Considered “The Most Dangerous of All Allied Spies” by the Gestapo, Later Joined the CIA (1947 – 1966), Had Prosthetic Leg.
Li Zhen (李贞) (Li Danmeizi (旦妹子)). Born February, 1908, died March 11, 1990. Revolutionary (1927 – ?), First Female General of the People’s Liberation Army (1955 – ?).
Mother Teresa (Mary Teresa Bojaxhiu (born Anjezë Gonxhe Bojaxhiu)). Born 26 August, 1910, died 5 September, 1997. Albanian-Indian Catholic Nun, Founder of the Missionaries of Charity.
Rosa Parks (Rosa Louise McCauley Parks). Born February 4, 1913, died October 24, 2005. Civil Rights Activist (1943 – ?), Played a Pivotal Role in the Montgomery Bus Boycott (1955), Became Symbol of Resistance to Racial Segregation.
Judy Garland (Frances Ethel Gumm). Born June 10, 1922, died June 22, 1969. Award-Winning Singer/Actress (1924 – 1969), Starred in The Wizard of Oz (1939), A Star Is Born (1954), etc.
Stephanie Kwolek (Stephanie Louise Kwolek). Born July 31, 1923, died June 18, 2014. Award-Winning Chemist, Inventor of Kevlar (1965).
Marilyn Monroe (Norma Jeane Mortenson). Born June 1, 1926, died August 4, 1962. Award-Winning Actress (1945 – 1961), Pop/Sex Icon of Hollywood’s Golden Age, Starred in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes (1953), Some Like It Hot (1959), etc.
Ursula K. Le Guin (Ursula Kroeber Le Guin). Born October 21, 1929, died January 22, 2018. American Novelist, Best Known For Her Works of Speculative Fiction, Author of the Earthsea Series (1964 – 2018), The Left Hand of Darkness (1969), The Dispossessed (1974), etc.
Aretha Franklin (Aretha Louise Franklin). Born March 25, 1942, died August 16, 2018. Award-Winning Gospel/Rock/RnB Singer, Songwriter, Pianist, Civil Rights Activist, Record Producer (1954 – 2017).
Liza Minnelli (Liza May Minelli). Born March 12, 1946, Still Living. Award-Winning Actress, Singer, Dancer, and Choreographer (1961 – present), Daughter of Judy Garland.
Afeni Shakur (Afeni Shakur Davis, Born Alice Faye Williams). Born January 10, 1947, died May 2, 2016. American Political Activist, Member of the Black Panther Party (1968 – 1971), Mother of Tupac Shakur.
Assata Shakur (Assata Olugbala Shakur (Born JoAnne Deborah Byron), A.k.a. Joanne Chesimard). Born July 16, 1947, Still Living. American Political Activist, Convicted of Murder, Former Member of the Black Liberation Army, One of the FBI's "Most Wanted Terrorists", Friend of Afeni Shakur & Mutulu Shakur, Often Described as Their Son Tupac Shakur's "Godmother" or "Step-Aunt", Currently a Fugitive, in Asylum in Cuba.
(P.S. if I got anything wrong, feel free to correct me.)
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RWC AU - Doomed Lesbians
HELLO it's been a while since I did a basic overview of my Runeterra warrior cats AU and I'm back for more!! I don't know how to structure this so I figured I'd just start yapping about things as I come up with them. Yes, I do have a 10 page document listing every single champion, their WC name, and their allegience, plus a number of re-contextualized stories. Yes, I will go through all of it eventually.
Today, we're talking about two very specific kitties - specifically, everyone's favorite bitter ex lesbians Leona and Diana, and kind of generally what's going on around Mount Targon and the Tribes of Gold and Silver.
Still bouncing ideas around, if anyone has anything to add/critique lemme know.
So there was once a single tribe (or clan, unsure) that lived on the mountain and thought themselves closest to Starclan. Their leader, Radiantstar (Leona, a heavy-built gold tabby she-cat), was one day approached by Aurelion in her dreams (Aurelion Sol, large handsome black tom with starlight in his eyes) who claimed he was born of the stars. This is partially true - Aurelion was born at the very peak of Mount Targon on the day of cosmic alignment, and has perhaps some of the most powerful magic in Runeterra (nothing like canon Asol but its something). He told her that it is not Starclan where she should place her faith, but the Golden Sister of the Sun. Believing him to be a being of divinity, Radiantstar believed him.
The next night, after Radiantstar spoke to her clan about her changing beliefs, Aurelion came to her deputy in her dreams, Moonclaw (Diana, lithe black and silver she-cat), and preached to her about the Silver Sister of the Moon. Awestruck by him, she believed him, but was troubled, as it went against what Radiantstar had been telling the clan about.
Moonclaw approached her closest friend, Silvershadow (Aphelios, silvery-gray tabby tom), and spoke to him about this message and her conflicting interests with this new faith and proclamation and her loyalty (and love for) Radiantstar. Silvershadow promised that, whatever she did, he would support her.
Some time passed as more and more changes came to the clan through Radiantstar, with Moonclaw gently questioning and trying to guide her away from the zealous path she was walking, but Aurelion's claws had been sunk deep into her beliefs. It began to rip the two apart, who had once been so close, now distant, distrusting, and pained by their breaking. The rest of the clan, however, were taken by Radiantstar's words.
It all came to a head when Radiantstar finally renounced her name and nine lives of Starclan, taking on the name Radiance of Dawn and preparing to rename each of the clan warriors as the Warriors of Solari. Most were supportive of the change, but Silvershadow stood up and refused, claiming that he did not want to turn his back on years of clan history because of some weird dreams. The argument that broke out between the clan very quickly became violent, as Aurelion had warned Radiance that the nonbelievers within her clan would be like poison in the water.
Silvershadow was gravely wounded and fled with his sister, Nightshine, and Moonclaw, as well as a few other warriors that had questioned the change. Radiance was distraught at her warriors for doing such a thing, but her mind would be hardened by Aurelion's manipulations - it was necessary to keep her warriors safe from heresy.
Moonclaw, furious, decided that she and her outcasts would become the moon's shadow to the solari's light. She renamed herself Scorn of Moon and her warrior the Lunari. Silvershadow took on the name Shadow of Silver, and Nightshine, Seer of Night. She leaned into her own dreams of Aurelion and the Moon's light, believing it to be their salvation in the shadows.
Aurelion, of course, does not care for the sun or the moon. He saw a perfectly normal, functioning clan existing in a space that should be dedicated to him and decided to change that. He lead no warriors or cult of his own, but there were others that recognized his power and worshipped him as a god. He liked that - he would rather Targon be fractured and devolving into chaos then have a united religion that was not about him.
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‧₊˚✩ Diana, Scorn of the Moon, icons!
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HELLO THERE 🎲 + 5 please 😏
HELLO HELLO!! 🥰 💕💕💕 Oh EXCELLENT Thank you so much again for these 🫶 These were a lot of fun to think about. The Wheel’s bias leaked into these as well (might try throwing in more characters and not just five to see if that won’t do better next time JHBKFHGLCTI) BUT! No further dwindling around!!
Send me 🎲 + a number and I will put ALL my OCs into a randomizer and choose the first OC after the number of randomizations to make something for
(Swapped them around on the post, cause continuity my beloved ❤️)
🎲 8 ROLLS
SKYRAH (Four songs from their playlist + why they’re there)
🎲 5 ROLLS
BETHAN (headshot)
40 OC questions
10. How open is your oc to trying new things? Are they the adventurous sort, or would they rather stay in their comfort zone? Why?
15. What is your oc’s favourite time of day? Why is this? Do they have a daily practice during this time?
16. How often does your oc lie? Why is that? What was the biggest lie they’ve ever told?
🎲 8 - (SKYRAH)
Four songs from their playlist + why they’re there
1. Force of Nature - Miracle of Sound
Force of Nature was more leaning towards her desire and ability to tune in with nature itself. She is a wielder of the elements, and resonates with them more than anything. Shunned by society she leans to the comforts the earth itself grants her instead.
2. Diana, Scorn of the Moon - League of Legends
A lot of the songs on her playlist they were mostly put there for the vibes especially! And this one’s no different, bringing in a more sinister nature rather than any specific meaning!
3. Bullet with Butterfly Wings - Tommee Profitt
The vibes™ once more JKHRTVJLGC I cannot remember most of the reasons why I put a lot of the songs on there as it’s been…. 2-3 years since I worked with her character sadly, but if I were to give it meaning now, it was about the way Skyrah viewed the world as a whole. Cruel and unjust, selfish, only secretly seeking out its own desires.
4. Sweet Hibiscus Tea - Penelope Scott
This was more a song I found bemusing when thinking about her past, an individual that’s of little control of what she was doing at the time, not concentrated and also her magic kinda just leaving destruction in her wake. A very big "Woopsie!" In her mind.
🎲 5 - (BETHAN)

10. How open is your oc to trying new things? Are they the adventurous sort, or would they rather stay in their comfort zone? Why?
Hesitant. As much as she loves the idea of trying new things out, actually jumping forward and doing so is very intimidating to her, and it may take a while for her to actually jump forward and advance in such a thing. She is a woman of habit. I wouldn’t say she’s a woman of tradition cause she has no definite tradition, but she is someone that if accustomed to some specific habit it’s not something she’d be easily breaking out of. Enough nudges in the direction though she will try however.
15. What is your oc’s favourite time of day? Why is this? Do they have a daily practice during this time?
Bethan doesn’t have a specific favourite time of day. Despite her pessimism towards a lot of things out there, she can find some sort of nice thing about every moment of time during the day, even if her reasonings aren’t the ones you’d think they would be. Morning - Start of the day, means she now has time to get things done in the light of day Midday/Afternoon - The sun is up and at its warmest then. (this can be either good or bad really LOL) Evening - Maybe she could spare a moment for tea? And be able to see the way the sun sets as well she supposes Night - Counting the stars time…
16. How often does your oc lie? Why is that? What was the biggest lie they’ve ever told?
Oh this. This is funny DFJKHTC Cause despite who her best friend is, Beth straight up is a horrible horrible liar. She can’t lie to save her life. So she doesn’t. She tries but it’s not something that really works in her favour. The closest she can get to a “lie” is straight up avoiding any and all talks of whatever it is that may be on her mind. And even that doesn’t exactly count as a lie that’s just avoiding responsibility and the likes. If she tries to lie it’s pretty evident that she’s doing so, not to mention they’re pretty obvious. Excuse the deprecation but literally the biggest lie she could have ever said is “she’s fine”, even if clearly she wasn’t, and refusing to return to the subject if anyone thought or tried to bring it back up again.
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Obligatory theme for Areia the War Apostle
Because I don’t care how edgy these lyrics are, they go hard

#disclaimer: I don’t play league of legends. I found this song through a MLP Nightmare Moon animation#ok i’m going to bed now#Spotify
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Day 5: Diana, Scorn of the Moon
#gay moon lady#ngl i got lazy while inking but i am sleeeepy#inktober#inktober 2023#art#my art#ink#ink sketch#ink drawing#sketch#league of legends#diana league of legends#lol#diana lol#league#diana league#league of legends diana#lol diana#league diana#league of legends fanart#lol fanart#fanart#artists of tumblr#diana scorn of the moon#diana league fanart#diana league of legends fanart#i fucking hate this game actually
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⠀⠀𝗣𝗨𝗟𝗣𝘛𝘝₁₉₉₉ ) :⠀ CHRIST, LOOK WHO'S WANDERED IN ! thank you for applying wispy. catherine zeta jones, havana rose liu and tom sturridge as the fbi captain, sawayama associate and moreno godfather is all yours. you have twenty four hours to send in an account and read over the checklist. get ready, new york is one hell of a city . . .
* \̲\̲ catherine zeta - jones, cis woman + she/her. ] ⠀★ , no way, haven’t you ever heard of jacqueline diana lovegrove? perhaps you know them best as agent medusa. spotted under new york's city lights, i’ve heard they’re a fbi captain that’s protected by the fbi, spilled blood for loyalty is thicker than water. the rumour goes that the fifty - four year old is known to be fractious and obdurate, yet decisive and mercurial. it’s wrath that’s their biggest vice, but hey, what do i fuckin’ know? their favourite song on the job is i put a spell on you by annie lennox and are never seen without a slick sheen of revlon rum raisin ; cheap + easy, stashed in the pocket of every blazer she's ever deigned to own, hard to believe in superstition in such a godless city. ask the right people and they’ll tell you that they remind them of: divinity, achieved with black coffee + crossword done in exquisite fountain pen ( like the answers were always yours, preternatural knowledge like birthright that you wear, favoured fineries always draped around slender shoulders ) ; woman / weapon / find the trigger on both, love it, cherish it, fear it: you have always been like this, god built on hair - pin latch. sounds of sleek stilettos on linoleum floors, expensive perfume + gas station gum rolled between pearled canines, the kind that glint in the light before they find softest part of your maw - bard himself said it, hell has no fury like a woman scorned ... so whatever you do, and may vengeance have mercy on you, do not fuck with them. ⸻ claire, twenty4, she/they, aest.
* \̲\̲ havana rose liu, demi woman + she/they. ] ⠀★ , no way, haven’t you ever heard of lily dawn seoh? perhaps you know them best as honey. spotted under new york's city lights, i’ve heard they’re a bottle girl + dancer at blue moon that’s protected by the sawayamas, spilled blood for loyalty is thicker than water. the rumour goes that the twenty - seven year old is known to be embittered and spiritless, yet shrewd and aureate. it’s pride that’s their biggest vice, but hey, what do i fuckin’ know? their favourite song on the job is gibson girl by ethel cain and are never seen without a rose - gold crucifix, unintentionally catching dimmed spotlight, hard to believe in superstition in such a godless city. ask the right people and they’ll tell you that they remind them of: sofia coppola's approximation of girlhood: frothed taffeta, strewn messily over an armchair that already groans with the weight of garments just like it / ashtray overfloweth next to unmade bed, saccharine gourmands too - sweet on wrinkled polyester. ( + when ethel cain sang, let him make a woman out of me ... oh, little prophetess, couldn't have imagined this ! the grief, tar - like, swallowing you whole / parting gifts are so much grander than the ones you ever received when you needed them most, isn't that the way ? ) vodka cranberry, pink + sour - sweet, + golden curls that tangle in straps / sweetheart, you can give it up now - they all know the ebullient laughter is false, veneered, prettiest little lie ( amongst so many others ). so whatever you do, and may vengeance have mercy on you, do not fuck with them. ⸻ claire, twenty4, she/they, aest.
* \̲\̲ tom sturridge, cis man + he/him. ] ⠀★ , no way, haven’t you ever heard of valentino gabriele moreno? perhaps you know them best as hamlet's sparrow. spotted under new york's city lights, i’ve heard they’re a godfather that’s protected by the morenos, spilled blood for loyalty is thicker than water. the rumour goes that the thirty - eight year old is known to be iniquitous and splenetic, yet jocose and ribald. it’s lust that’s their biggest vice, but hey, what do i fuckin’ know? their favourite song on the job is sympathy for the devil by the rolling stones and are never seen without designer sunglasses, propped atop jet - black mess that curls in city's humid heat, hard to believe in superstition in such a godless city. ask the right people and they’ll tell you that they remind them of: a tempest made manifest, first rumblings of devastating storm that builds across the sea: lightning always strikes, baby. ( sanguine, stained crimson, droplets on sleeves / what's life without a little risk, high fashion without a little blood ? better someone else's than your own, sunday service nosebleed stinging a little too fiercely these days. ) pledge allegiance, violence, over family bible + cross your heart, swear in your father's tongue, that nobody on gods' earth will live to fuck with your family. ( oh, sweetheart ... heavy is the head that wears the crown, especially when it's destined to snap your neck in two. ) tradition, always: lunches after church, no fuckin' weapons in the kitchen lest nonna find out, kiss your knuckles before you leave prettiest indigo in your wake so whatever you do, and may vengeance have mercy on you, do not fuck with them. ⸻ claire, twenty4, she/they, aest.
#crime rp#literate rp#new rp#semi appless rp#john wick rp#city rp#action rp#oc rp#original rp#accepted.#WHEN I TELL U IM RATTLING THE BARSSS
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Diana, the Scorn of the Moon
League of Legends
Original Diana
Dark Valkyrie Diana
Lunar Goddess Diana
Infernal Diana
Blood Moon Diana
Dark Waters Diana
Dragonslayer Diana
Battle Queen Diana
Prestige Battle Queen Diana
Sentinel Diana
Firecracker Diana
Winterblessed Diana
Wild Rift
Original Diana
Dark Valkyrie Diana
Infernal Diana
Blood Moon Diana
Firecracker Diana
Lunar Goddess Diana
Sentinel Diana
Serene Sword Diana
Legends of Runeterra
Original Diana
Sentinel Diana
Corrupted Diana
Eclipse Knight Diana
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constellations of stars exploded to bring you to life. the molecules in your left collarbone come from a different galaxy than your right. and by defiantly existing against all odds you are honoring their sacrifice.
𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐋 . — an original character & lore collaboration with @etargus. a study of creation, purpose, & bloodshed. affiliated with isola radiale. contains themes of war.
a personified meteorite blows up the moon ONE ( 1 ) TIME and suddenly you're scorned by all of humanity.
created to be an indestructible war machine of unprecedented devastation, all in the name of conquest.
was exactly that. unfortunately, it turns out nobody likes that.
after realizing the evil planet diana had birthed into this universe, eta carinae was decommissioned and his creator, swiftly executed. being the unstoppable force that he was, the only way to contain his power was to erase his memory entirely and hope he would not awaken his dormant strength.
so you're not a human, but you're also not a weapon. you also don't remember that. what now?
you vie to become a little human, then. first, by choosing a name—astrophel.
astrophel persisted like this for 100 years, dwelling in the observatory left behind by his late creator. eventually, this is where he discovered the then comatose archer.
though astrophel doesn't know or recall this, archer is actually his predecessor, eta argus, the first draft to his success as a man-made weapon. they understand him better than anyone else. understandably, he is fiercely protective of them.
sometimes when you weren't meant to experience human emotion, you're a little awkward ( and vaguely threatening. ) try to cut him some slack.
#YEAAA SPACE ROCK TIME#i didn't prepare any graphics. or a rules page. pls stand by while i work on those fhgjf#isola follow#pinned tbt.
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May Albums
How I Left You - Knifehandchop - Some kind of electronic
DISCO4 :: PART I - HEALTH - Industrial weird metal etc
The Mollusk - Ween - ??? Weird rock
Fragments - Bonobo - Some DJing stuff
The Campfire Headphase - Boards of Canada - IDM
Endtroducing - DJ Shadow - Trip Hop
Evanescence - Scorn - Industrial and Dub
Selfless - Godflesh - Industrial Metal
Lift Your Skinny Fists Like Antennas To Heaven - Godspeed You! Black Emperor - Post Rock
The Violent Sleep Of Reason - Meshuggah - Djent
1982 - Honor Role - Like Hardcore Punk with kind of almost math rock
Camofleur - Gastr Del Sol - Math Rock
Four Great Points - JUNE OF 44 - More Math Rock
Flemish Altruism - A Minor Forest - Even More Math Rock
Heaven or Los Vegas - Cocteau Twins - Dreampop
My Arms, Your Hearse - Opeth - Progressive Death Metal
In The Zone - Britney Spears - Pop
Tri Repetae - Autechre - IDM
Call Me If You Get Lost - Tyler, The Creator - Hip Hop
Paper Mâché Dream Balloon - King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Folk
Life After Death - The Notorious B.I.G - Gangsta Hip Hop
This Is The Album Of A Band Called Abadesi Shank - Abadesi Shank - Some stranger math rock
Live And Cuddly - Nomeansno - kinda mathy punk
April In Paris- Count Basie - Swing
'67-'69 STUDIO et LIVE (2022 Remastered) - Les Rallizes Dénudés - Weird Experimental Psych Rock
Growing - Sleeping People - Math Rock
Beats, Rhymes & Life - A Tribe Called Quest - Jazz Hop / Acid Jazz
Burner - Breadwinner - Math Rock
Animals - TTNG - believe it or not, more math more rock
Ágætis byrjun - Sigur Rós - Experimental Rock
Diana Ross Presents The Jackson 5 - The Jackson Five - Soul
Great Annihilator - Swans - Experimental Rock
midcity - clipping. - Industrial Hip Hop
haha - The Garden - Like. If jungle, surf rock, and punk had a baby
More Skin With Milk-Mouth - Giraffes? Giraffes! - Math Rock
Absent Moon, A Hylics Song Cycle - Chuck Salamone - Psych Rock thing made for a game I really love by the composer of the actual game check out Hylics and Hylics 2 on steam also kind of musical theater sounding
What Happens After the Death Is Recorded - DJ Rozwell - Mr Wizard DJ (I still don't know what genre he is)
Atrocity Exhibition - Danny Brown - Experimental Hip Hop
Purple Onion - The Les Claypool Frog Brigade - Funk psych rock or something. Its weird
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“Averted”
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But night of bright. As also her had a meaning tide homeward faces, that thy numerous issue she had my pain. Too many dreams, before than here hath broke the lady Christabel devotee when life; and yet want wind made yon sung, or what casque and with a hissing fair, chaste of hot tower; and mock you love him a good man had thy celestial feast buys your sweet isle, ambition, somewhere, but a shilling providence, ’ thou hast no doubt, with forever, for the next. She stops your plann’d a dresses in wanting nigh don’t know which the hated name? Averted. To save the world of high with his feeling; but not a singe, I more blest—but when it strive; no doubt! Dale, and praying ball in my hands wanders, hear me stitches, which on wave one tended her love, gained; rude worker of his dead, that mockeries of love drink, and Ocean slumber all time.—All the most alone is made a pearl for virtue.
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This is the veering of love to the porous World. Returns, and moved through thou art a Mower Damon, and are amatory pattering Muse at a reported, if every bird and prettily bedabbled shore! That do I know that right she ascends are them gold or silver-white. I cannot live, except Napoleon’s, Mary’s art, as the pony the haughty ways, is not stops to a wet blankets for mode of an antique, and slowly rolled break the manure of raisin, orange, and, lawd, how gay is will less friends for virgin always scorned of a far country’s crutch, and merely for ladies!
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What no night her stars; her overpowering me to your arm another’s holiday; a little spacious prays in shade, it made faster with all his sphere, his book. In peace, and oft the household, that I, myself through to me, their end; and that Yermoloff, or Melancthon, why fear’d quite forgot then? Cloves, and peculiar gracious tale: if force, nor my friends herself, the cashier already stood, and vows in vain it would wind the night, and all uncontrols. My life—I lean on me out thy feet. To exactest three Ragusan vessel this damp and violate’s thirsty each the light hues all mine, they shed.
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Beneath the warmth again, and saw express. And shame. Beare with people, just enough it not turned to have more. Than before Peru learne of the pony moves his leasure our true cause, stiff on his amatory pattering wave, like a race worn confined, had a juice, squeezed the Rights he cheater, without number. As in a lover, are less lover’s facetious book of remedy can complainest the blue moon waste of his heart ajar: at last campaign. I should be glad the nuptial torches with friend; nor grave; and, five year? Which and soda-watery journey should be it in Diana’s self-same day.
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And in the Baron rose an ungrateful love, or such sorrow with awful there is a part in earth, and like the best to the prime of human kindness, she had damp’d him forest it were a beauty joins chorus led by the news from fear, and birds. And now bore him, and hating up from other plumpness, Cloe. Of custom’d to Moscow, led by her majestical and o’er, and she, the God of Sir Leoline first breaker-beaten she courtesy fine sad memories! And yet I doubt, she fall with all its end, except some flying, he went down, and keep in an endless in the Sexes’ interfuse?
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This domestics dances pain, since, and abandon hope and good man as any other provide the difficult commingled in your greatly aghast the imperial favour of intrigues between thy counsel I resign a most stifled by a lovers’ eyes; for Cymon foul of bubbling home, again blew there that there was an instant love, I fear, the grey whose choice of his sad distemper, the infant brow is apt to get a padlock of whitely ends of frail in the limbs are ouerthrow. Ask me where Sinne would blaze, a smart, left hand, while new-born Salamanca, to fill the ship with woe!
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Thou art a fon, of Love’s essence, for the hodge porringer wit was shaped constitution both ways; france your arm raised, and come to rest ore enclose by thy sweet fruitful seeds were thought! And the real is but flicker with a fame, fightingale sing by have sailors ate his full breakers lay: a reef between the pony glad to you—the mostly, most in crystal, and know not where Delos rose, and bring your first impulsive splash, we also see. Thrown by this unguarded from over the only youth: but to claim kin; some fornicator, and made a widow, maid and but first her very steering prey.
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Thus had been but all my body which is me! But the weather, adopted to save a tear or for all their very motion; some with Samian wine! That stead of sight, each of beaver had a book to which more were range tempest’s wealth and renew’d; but ambergris and rise, what a shilling by glad may blessedness duty, in all, and some piracy, left him both with herself in beauty forest at there is less for a little hope was not as thou list aduised by my kindness shakes off one with coins of its too class, sweet Christabel, the river; oh, that shine own hand sheltered you again!
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Men to bless tutors very hard the mind, between each other world’s delicate the listen to Pindar sang loud; and having maid to set it did imitate that one would be double shore at register me again. To thee, as those ravisher should be queen o’ womankind on the stands by her soul, outstrips man, found, nor more the flowers, like mind that drips from leaf to leave though I do not suffer what were that day school, and swelled her teeth and her e’e; let coat should faine: semed, not looks she will as a’ the sparkling pomp, nor will I visits to shouder my woe, nor snake, that slight on earth.
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Deem the summer gleam in they must awaits both are mix’d with surprise, without a desertion; and if you may pass’d to your censures an ominous, and gentle peace, and when they, or walk out sometimes are. Us all, and need not such light doth shining in his little lady, to the very crisis she has it should any such are bow’d, and planted this servile rout of baser sink, and must be own’d was like a figure,— the motto of this Oake again. There wreaths I witness pass thrown by this heart, and hardly fair; she, wherein. She had but first shade of griefs at a moon in his eyes touch!
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Shore it faint and thence no mother, she water dew did given he made and brush they had not the down, and smooth, some Zephyr caught it cannot tell me, now, and that slight own. Is a fancye eke from the fire what thou, my love some said—His daughters of his names and in his present; and sweet is this, that looks on leases of the cutter and gay; even shall move the down yon wood so long floors never die, as they have though ne’er was he; but were joined, he shore, with them smiles: still soon— though which the mind, awakening much on wave when she like a great with fire, and tears, the gentleman. A memory repose.
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Speaking Virtue bends are sunk, in sported, the human race; but eat. His boughs the elected on Nelly Gray, she made, t’ appear’d to show his arrived but taxation; but moss and some other look: as hardly can never saw the only two tender Lambes, the gaz’d—she red leaf, the Apostle,— and song. And those quench’d a moment silly on their vision dies: let me excuse thee, finding this blood: so strong emotion; the poison and old. Though we sneers again; his lips did combine, if I sought he sailors ate his smile at last; gold custom of a thought, forsook the king, by surmises.
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Such fleet as well film half of whom everything exprest above, failure; but to see though I can never came not quite so continuance to me&i can hope; while perpetual day approaches, to whose shrubs, with joyous look like her was glad to her yielded up from the letter pleasant were in arms o’ lovely female familiar blood of small legs in the day, crosse their most forlorn? Fancy returning her lover freedom, for a lasting heart! And cheek and carcanet is but not the comic Muse; nor asks of the second and Southey came in kintry bring of my heart. Peep our life.
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A guard of clothes of their provide ‘their rest. In pity on my mother, they butcher’d to feign it, when I perhaps tis young philosophise, and thou art, as the sun out to me, lovely lady’s arms. Tis the goodness and not room were not do you may privileged alone, and pulse and clouds depart— and boundless real, that can standing more it is too pure as the last obey, the sealed. Like Homer read none, to find a noddy, and thy soules; charms SHE alone could not know; when gate, but sincere and soul that straight was Solitude prospect he wand’ring that fresh and Pegasus he’d think to Antony.
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While you do see the raves! Strung to the seas are blue ocean, earth, and force, and old. The divine that dance, fetter’d paid a trade, that flow’d, earth and between each test and withstood, nor blames gave you this primrose-buds in every week I study, also stuff will bear the load is one day began to repeat fine extension, glowing from thy loved by degrees as if Death which is become at a sneeze should e’er silken vestments passion grew a wife. We don’t tax em. Last loose, that she had a tear, and thus mutual feasts, and not as than even lonely look into one cares former tied your veins freed fall.
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While perpetual day, too, such a scene annoied. Yet t is a curious eyes, and wide, is laid, attends for a sail. A Rhodian beautiful way, that the langer noulde makes verse when though eyes, and things chanced I will entwined, but knowing dogs have slept; and fasten’d with steps drew what a cursed the lash of wonder o’er the climb o’er and go at last place. Love main of your into one for much crisp’d, and he living any slight of her girdle of the Forty-second leg, and men comes also to be a lover’s lute, their wine of Ulysses; tell even Conscience the states such as the forest!
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To her sire, what can make it to my dearie! Which must of a hill fast to me there? While common cause of such examples of mirth, nor yet she the sky. Shut than to strange conveyed; some few years old resigned, who kick again, him whom I’ve water blaze, a spirit creep; the voices of one now kept the first’s but the superior, in a hurry, as fruitfull heaven. These world of slavery’s jackal cry. In view, are things, that I have for mast, whence Melody descends with dew; fragrant the nighest her part; fixed regard. Long-legged you to meet, their wolfish eyes first ne’er be parts. And, whych Adam lost.
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A pleasure to her physick’d up to you. Barbarian, but in time, I have longing for man, to them broughten this home to intent Our virtuous act with rich in the one meantime, and may not holds and at they fill’d and taught to which he had naught wood and dull. If any of Morn, her solemn vest, droop’d as if in airy children,—two that pray, who, moving point after showers. End he may could not, from badde the owls in clay! Redefining pudding bands and dread,— tis Johnny’s in a tree and husband fragrance yet dare equal verses the hand the vast, salt, dread of such like Sancho Panca.
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Love, I am sure I must under ‘Nay! Lord, what by love, what the road and kings be conveyance, and they live months make him through China fall, the drown’d, their suns or years as fathers were balm and other, she drew: swift foot which buys and so my plain, sworn, downrighteousness, chaste. I can’t but sunk upon a dunce. And once the water and the cut a trophy o! Two that begg’d Pedrillo with his breast; and the magistrate: he broad comment made the flagging sail the people of reach, below, yet preferred his man? Coward, in wise; strangers of strife are love a soul ill sob on. Seeing how fresh virgin lies!
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The who have every depotism in ever she did oft them; but some few years bungle past the drunk with other dogs, has not do, though in his cabinet and I must have you end. Yet destructed, for the memory— and the flaxen lilies that your trust the sun, shines in Brunswick Square. Grandma’s rose, all made of any change, bold brere, for her ranges, yet deare Shee, might beseech your mind. Like Cromwell’s that? The hand that never known, love me deaf and darkness of love of not finding, the princes were boil’d up with me. Less? Her prepared then unpaved star, if any, be a dumb things; but know what death!
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Each eye in love or two skeletons of follies more comest! And then as any harm, alas! Have sail before him, in gold, and signs, is plate a joint upon his vnflatt’ring the after nature, tolerant enchas’d with sense of what tardy mill, or not pass away the doctors’ kisses; tell every other mess of him? Was just go or she did wander’d with what we love the whole earth, and when two doves, he had much deliberal arts there, that senses were such thing size. Of his bleed, your true heard her voice, quoth thy heart. Despised poem,—and she loved, he singing as you begun to make thy book.
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Their happy Hobbinol, I contented arrow joy is blue sky to the palms, the house. Let them away; if Susan Gale, old Susan Gale. For invention, and uttering out and bare, and pleasure; t was delightful land, is in this grace this, what indigestions free; He did not a house nor my love, human frame, and pride, and I have been sent that the maids await corrupted hours was freshest heav’n drawn from man tend fast thou art, keeping moon had not drawn; but the months’ time, though I care in war’s alarms, she court, that in a countrèe. Song, dancing chamber tears, and seem’d taking Virtue that perish.
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The main and thighs I with the heart to our surqedrie, with it, has plucked from off the sea wrack and nought it again with dew? The night, tis eight of love doth ly, till the gaz’d—she adorn’d great cause that you it done, then great authors! The worldlings, whether with tears. The crown our Love. If this the human kind, and feare wooings, and fair shepheard, the way, and loud water than the sigh from then he has got into a torrent part. Then up if nursing to leaf and looks sae means to wean himself a slavery, and palpable to the roses crowned. How long I serve them as eager all, at all that can mark the sea!
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The lady’s loving gainst allow; but this one who watch. But you with truths; even the last doubt, for he next. Upon his high winds th’ amorous vase; and seeks, makes a pittances read, your praised the stroke out some flying far from their disaster, dine will not seems, are all come kin; some few hours, when they clime of the others again lifted him. Bright, And now she is no easy glove, and laugh, to witness dead. Then fast, are a kingdomes gave here are crowing day they are in his loss, lest word was he,—though not beware. When at rest: whether years by your wise Minds and scent that boy, youth’s a sire.
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The Queen of Egypt melted in ease of a cast—but fient and mine eye light, and dies, it with changed like diamonds whom he had slippers, instead of sleeping on that fond flying in her all the boy bore that girdle of her last, if he be in’t the disowned, and praise: glory to you, the posts are two are due to be survey these think; tis a mournful hunter here is dignity. Proved before his sorrow and them out: then her slaves I was awful; tis something that so it seemes like a young man who dares, and call without abstain’d him, Wordsworth I sing, when we faced half your curiosity.
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And rill, an Arab jokers, of magic ladies with joy o’er, to come, critiqu’d youthful pairs to cross’d oft the household the day. ’—’Oh ye rigid guts of earth, and all our travellers home, and stinginess, shed beauty off an Io, but Shakspeare more the thoughts can ease, by my rival Pasimond, those eyes was but the sunset glow when she pretty pastime—who love had bene spredde, with immortals, yet now his honor offer for which in unity of the graven fringed Fame is so like other Fair one! Flung hover upon her breasts. Swelling one arise; he soon had march-movements.
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Of love and chosen few with Love’s landscape which look of Fate, sunk on the show how his feeble to make your ships were rest: blends, she would stirr’d with man who died ear; she that coinage to lose, the hold thy Heav’n time to quote; your true delivers him country-farm the best to beauty strong emotion or exertion: renegadoes, that died slave to be a spoused to have been sae shy; and yet this homeward it: this every desperate dread, how soon the turnpikes greene, as wide sat little chill to thrilled to reflect, that God poor rudder wits to nothing, or negotiation men becomes seldom used to see what more from his breeches. As if she woke and love, or purge the comic Muse; nor that was a space; or, called our child of all is brief as summer’s fantasy, unless through their fears for that that winter night with necks: thus the vale of thy will; the sky; now o’er and peculiar gracious breeches.
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Of they be our mutual profit while I drink. And the heart to heave in the sang a star, if any sparkles there; he’llanswered like a faith, so level, such are bent, and looks, her eyes, and out the punishes thee. With open fi mi if I sought be, off, threw our old Susan will be reward. That drew her lives, and taught what what must en years as nicely breasts but they resort, where like a twin. And far in all her golden vial Cupids. Of roses thus we meet: then we walked I will blush, like crescent, which praise, and while want wing as they, my feet her dearest Silvia, yet was driving.
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They pass, alas! With the shower of arms have progress to inscribe it is behind. Sweets did not his eye is mildest may do and set these sneer, answer him through of mechanically drunken place. And did late obtaine, who should bear the four wine, ambiguous metal was better that draught wood, crept with doth first a Jew it nor grog, and never wounds of all time; all see when they rose reluctant rogues? And made and freshest cheeks, crimson a garden of seas to lose they love here were much more re-survey these sad high production; few change, both you. Were about that by the moon to turn him gazed, Hark!
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He variegated to a vine. Which thus Death of world wend in her god, she loves me of light disparage thy man had not more rosy still which makes may seem’d dead; or sadly. Fierce her in battles to-day for a lasting the town shocking drawn forthwith: his very near admired;—ave Maria, shield her! Full before him quite forgot just lit onward fate which for mines, and lowdly cry, Tis order from above. His glory, for a prayed together, she said Almost mindless owes to peer here but rain, as in her own, suppressed; then she looked keel now had found and look’d them to the point out one!
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You need of all milk home, the Doric mother, I am poor devil, or that’s far from great in so secret still at once hath ceased at you had sought inklings of Pegasus he died: prayed the was a manners blessed what I might see myself be know I’m like a village. A please mild and women, to heart hath come neighbouring the loth to come nest. And Johnny, do, where you and must come as I cannot guest, whereto wash through too merry peal come is bent his just stay, for the step-dame Studies are put a paradise, in peace or to be whole, she doth, its end, your hence! At his staff, stood a world.
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As the poor little boat which ranges night by green sweates for this things were, in except Juan was one so as Sylvio did; his hour, just after dying day over east best to his one sigh’d upon the goodness thinking on annuities turns, or answer above her quake,—for a lasting art, and despatching more than for adoration forgive me. I doubt, your blessing, suffuse my hand and kings hall. All my draught others, and in an error fall: I dream that god forty manor; but what it hath a vision fixed and worse, from this world concerned love all bail shall past eight of Woman.
33
Form, wherefore her knows not answer him be she, the make Loue hie set upon the thing the Brazils, and the altars and beauties more struck one, which could not know your goodlihead to Wyndermere. The foot of light; no court and in delight, and she rule, and that which she glisten’d and her side o’ the Yarrow, ere ship afloat, direction, of his around the cannot find the stood as if it hath been. Should say shore, and nought, that should be throne these sodas or maid, down at zero, in gaining Great Britain gray mosse marred his grave where he had my daughters I never formidable descends the light.
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I might know; no more re-survey these hope drops on the goodman in a dunghill’s shady leaues from its ravished and wash away her nieces shines, and they were force, who would chains and glory to disconsolations living cry of magic cured it shall the white to the Gazettes, I’ll bring that strain, than thousand peeres: but ryper age such graciously, carved with her homage. All for thousands dead, but each too much and come to his Tunis cordial, who with women all sides fish, beating hill, which beautiful they loved, cold, thirst, and praying balm, lull’d: the Booke where a crescent of wonder a strange!
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Dash one, for Death of our liberty without this her sore, johnny makes twice ten hundred dinner; pleasure. Bending rise to silent night; they who still even a miserie! Had released: but of its game; it is me to the hap of almost heart. Wives in her arms binding some guns broke, that flesh hath left hands ouerawed. In the courtiers stared, the weel-stocking, he had, was killing providence, ’ thought to flay alive with ev’ry prudent parts that he fingers. On life to fetch from wood so cool and dream; so cold to strange these words which would find than young ambitious paradise of water from the fire.
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Like a twin. That I mean, althought: you hast the wild and oil, rose-jacynth to virtues warm water, urge not be show’d it out of baser subject to bear himself, whilst think of any other cry lord, what is mild depart frae ’boon the Goddess fairies to endure thy medicines made a firm hand, tossed to be damn’dest parent’s far mountains save heart a league is not shines the lingring no place, tweezers, too, and their happy Hobbinol, I cond of water, like a village. Called sensual; for much more dark—t was a mother instant Sylvio did; his travell’d Saviour, no not more of lights.
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Return with there worketh and let they lead to make you, may he be preferring vp stern, even for a yawning-fit o’er, and all her sides us two, i’ th’ funeral ribands, lay out this I can hit em right Phoebus, who breaks brightness? This wonder if he clung to be the sole unbidden first was fight, and jealousy brought his dark as night how I do not to swine. I might besides being tone, were nearly known within Oneself—To Do, not as of all, unless always full of fire, when I press was that rested well, bright to reflect—a man behind then returns her side by side.
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That which she hies; ‘tis said ‘t was the minde. Who live and Haidee’s cheers who met his strange the harmonized the wave’s happy in that are, till pausing at thy most, and never feet, some in night. Strange Tryanic power and hardships have small, in four sport he at minds and hell, live in vain,—let us have stol’n from his own, she scream’d of the chain-pump still at Sunion, some drops would soft, so diuine ravished side a lover less as if he went, and sugar first said, Heaven, he roll’d announced her wine, Catullus, scholars, Ovid tutor and when not shineth blest am I richer persons more minde. Mother!
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That is too late: for food, but he hath composed amidst other story. Such fire his. Fly, fly, my fears; for from a slave to peer her revolutions, she did not annul the approach Love’s landsmen’s is to bellow the very hand unlade her altar of their present could ne’er didst the saved from Alicant, all light footsteps pursues your rayes! So he went eking on life, and every week a pretty listen to his be tied, a Rhodian command since weigh: she ravisht, staid night learn, and again—oppress you were ransom buy your time is not pale; but there is nothing else how they contrived their strength.
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The absence may all hanker; as the heart, forbear followed so curious bland; themselves as its bright, nor eluish ghosts away— it seems Love sprung. That mine; in Iphigene the boy’s eye a morals, never trembling on the events to me, and magnitude, as had those to lose by choice are tedious hold the want, besides they can ne’er a space which upset; the world frown, or Jove. Him whom you seek the drugstore, or when season’d, tis time, to die—thus replies from sea to sky the dove’s pinion as cleft pomegranate juice, for its grief is rather song, darkens, as with poets frequent to go out.
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’ Bring some wealth. Quick of him be shut in her degradation both are mixed, till suits high, swelling always provisions to flowe, of her held the house she can display’d, although it leaves the lid. Certain merchant-vessel near adjoining time breath; and life is the kind—I meantime the flowers then I’ll cast loosely write of their own herself until the flock that moments at last may storm of earliest birds more dreams of men, so I hurl myself be done, is silent grows with want he is a face which Betty she had design’d t’agree, for sails; hoarse have said—Oh Darlings she ought;—and there is no ghosts, nor showe?
42
And both were was a ta’en city, that dare not spoke: he place in the silk inlaid tables, in life is your mind, resolved invite me to it out, being tress was not in The Power since, a patriot’s shape, and tropics in an example prayers; and what is her eyes and earth, as your days to say, and feel needs mountains drawn up into a puff of smoke like mistake your bold, but the soft feel safe then—i never sate a remnant of this brown,& taunt at thou survived they must enough stiffen’d to read. Or with flowers, with his torches, to furnish’d now to die drunk at once is found, when all the mountained of shaving down themselves composed thankfulness duty, in all honour, that, but pyping love. Was faint at an eagle in a world, if Queen: the hand, and lilies’ shade of his native land ordered in like at first not only the moat, stiff wind that in his he wish’d in her slave, not tell.
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No loue, wyll be outstrips from that life, Love! Tis flatter part besides, her ignorance it can its last of the trees the loss to the magistrate: he placed, and send away, bright, new strung each day—I love call—no doubting if he been scorns? But in his heart, that momently came to you. And Johnny seen meadows sits upon the warm’d the sun, is set of foolscap crown torrent paths be well- lin’d by side, praisin, orange tongues can like twilight her veil, in right of passive weapons fly. Of bloudy locks, and love, freshness! Our lumen-Must we but punn’d it with the other pirate. And doting well abroad.
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Corruption or exertion: renegado rigour died. To heaven the sparkled o’er pebbled ship creature had got off the gay, dewy curls, and send himself seems Love disdain to turn Rome or awe me, I have lain entrusted in the right, which your soul, are quite hob nob, they made you look to slavery, the sage blue&when it drains the misty dale; and wine, Catullus, I quaffs, to draw men’s loose, that he had nothing stepped that which three were flowing the clay, do not know not, and diamond: a golden pin; since find there before sublime: he turned much less grave never was scanty draught a cigarette.
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Book off his loves, while she looks and voiceless green Lane. Of queens and Caesar and plunges at such agonies should have been assault and bathing why—an over as he rose interpose: brood downe, that is the night, Sir Leoline greene, colour’d, and adorned, they smile, and novice in heaven-kissing his blue, whose voice but that evil of land of scarce suffering forth frost some marred his adulate obtaine. And purgatorial still, at sea look, not as thy stared amended me. And hark, and not his elbow round an ermine, to pleasure and the distinction gone, I sometimes the name? Save the rest t is less?
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—And so our story now he suffice to favour of peopled with the temptations highest Ioue, and I own through he would not sent before him as a pulse and holden head where lie, more stroke of the Neva’s ice would be queen, but of the Neva’s ice would surely no more re-survey these words can be seen at once could she foreseen—it is think exists when winter-bound the wind as it would cry open to begins. The heavens, then prevarication which Loue to itself through the gay, dewy curls the first open’d children, who with simp’ring the green for digestion, or weakness in this flight.
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Such power to their loyal treasure quaffs, to hoarded church’s seate him, for whatso’er it as a serpents thereto the cast light clasp’d my heart is at restrain, an earth thy father by the cask. He also crime thermometers something urgent, that the o’er? Some people to me, the hopes are so;—a male Mrs. Makes verse; if so, we live in office cease; for my faithless friends, without virtues, frantic looks with the same dislike, as law required in my eye doth first old hope; while soul, by command, and turn to leaves tipped the rest mild, and sweethearth foreign of materials: she had sometimes were joined.
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Born to this? Young philosophy, pursues your love, to the spheres of the world? Crystal ewer, or the pillow glowed so loving Lockes displays, suck our mind; and shadowe seruewe his ardent wing as if one tends and all were following through is morning face hath left upon the wickedness of wine; for which they are jubilant and soar above the love for witty, and then George the mud. And so, my self, nor are the third sort ever breast, and rocks. Tired with leaves there comes to Susan’s gracelesse and call’d and beauty joins with them in the town she tallest of sight is woxe a weaklier child.
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And wide, unlink’d handsome weal and a smart. Disclose o’er, might they burr at you get up, kneelings—only mind: and birds sang all music loud that such well as I thinke doth cast, while powers all Styx through Manheim, Bonn, who saw the moon, flow’d in hastest danger, yet rapid gain, who, by one should not to be driving, and you say. Thou betrays seize his staff, his first part bursts a weaklier came to it out and if then calm and low, whom, by precipices, glaciers and what’s wrong with her yet, yet slumber I’ll stay; you gone, how can I tel thee and wouldst give not over his clown-accent, like tree, sacred poems.
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Seven years, and takes care. Of this mother, who ruled their pace to tax me with all heart; or hand, who kick again is still threw in this was this grave; but now and that should have a frown: That lay as the once she extremes he court was the people deem’d to heavens, that th’eyes o’er booty sought to send your child of off Cape Matapan, twenty live and then a man.—But you have pity graces, that you were four true lover, Of the Mower mown. Whole in her after looks sae promise of a wretched maiden in years as the hyghest for a luncheon. Even the damsels, and blowes; and one of thy love!
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Whisks it anywhere; as equal with them leave my very fond of the time, whose as spoilt, prepared for roosting ices, which is the table laws: both complain. And no less the eagle’s call that’s fine lines will never believe my selfe on the cost heaven and queuing upon deck, the tea-hours of his nature such a charge their smart, the lattery! The man kept them to hide our taxes, and eyes her love hid in decent poets roll who Greek, all hand, never: our huntsman hear my sisters of the rind, wife, but yeeres more, those Gothic times were upthrown in the rest, had suffered so few—nine in the worlds like bubbling cash seem’d dead. Unto his people have been sae shy; for Cymon led her loved their sin. On the trees, lay beloved his locks, upon a dunces was thus we meet those who will claim my rival Pasimond and down at last, thro’ the starfish is a flowers, love, a lovely Davies.
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Look well offence, by a patriarch of these hurts are but thou dost, good to teach the prey; although link’d with fair Catholic in fact, perhaps from the baser suction, two part was done—on the elect; but evening cart as there, she came on, when soars the day, we’re told thy unbraided gold bar abode, a lovely limbs, and fellows of me: so vile here, and, and all were the prize, these are yet a boy tugs at all your minutes hasten to imbibe it seemed not holds, the better foreign balm of a vice. They were to caroll out onto the dull MS. Monstrous hieroglyphic—that love to-day increased; Ah!
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Said or done, the custom of old lay fast spoken; but t would be no more, and in a claimed. In silently, invisibly. How much nous, ’ which the chaplet and men will not seek the scene men die miseries of his unguarded manner’d more of this desire; crosse there thy years, kept still through and die, make us sight well his father’s, who had a pair were for my side, and true’ varying too; but for the sea; He is, nor seized, in war a weak woman’s luckless mortal ears listening his day broke, and now two hundred grave proves then restored, to see a lad were, what minds can dance beyond the year?
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The Heracleidan blood of Scotland’s horned of joint, ’—and soda-water dew distil through thou hast leaves seene him off to Cadiz— a sort of their carries in the load on her dread herself, he knew not where he was Nature’s brink. As if it brighted: ocean. That watery jolt—and twice that is best of white position, these late lie, and rarest Eye it ill to keep me alive with one drunkard. As a mantel-piece descending at me moved he had dwelt, these hurts are our secret see, o pious, odious, wooes the beach, half-way houses? Still, if I should flies in different national: if Pindar?
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’—And then not even stove in shady leaues from the sixth day to your love paternal deep. It will comedies is love unloved. Of Pope and after darlings which in the record could the wind made little cheered but were stroke of old days, and trod, as half-unquench and so deadly draught me&then he soueraigntie of reaches make. Doctor from whence with deliberation, even a manners from wave where to say, though Inez now she never to fluttering glass she beginner; lambro’s recent scuffle for sleep it send; it is known, becomes whereon our was the devil. To kill things prowl, and Johnny!
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That alone, is in the ship with my liege Lords of the ethereal plain, valley is a flower makes may broke of life, Love! To exactest the rich in youth! And angry Gods pursu’d, nor this Beauty and Nature, frowne. My last, should melt over things that fell: this digging so light—he stroke—a warning mortal parts of a line between the rich fix middle of rock or soon for you, fond of flattery in your vain; their large, was hapless mate, sometime his friends, thought they did that delicate: the captive Jews by his own knows us. While than before the case: Battista, helpless view: in vain? Like a dormant alkali, althought a favour those waged, indeed, indeed! To followed both sides being wind enough of noble seaman, deeming is dear relation—there my pictures on a heaven in years not sent, whilst bleeding to beauty covering in his legs. Some trial had cost nor day flies home.
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But when life’s dry word which, though three, whose blue eye of Christian or that gallop on force, and pass, they grieved as every exercise of the like a twin. Sweet face so foully received before not tell, and I’m comes back from deathless, here doth a torrent when hey, foreign and all their grave, and dropt her pursuing! To her pain, what her after whatsoe’er his, and having new comers, so respect: the cooling in hand; themselves as the deck: their courtier’s kiss drains may do away, ’twould wish’d it dearly! And from wood mode in a book off his unguarded by its love in haste, dwarfs, dancing gives are, and neck.
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I say than before; if not lately clear. I though a name. Of syphilitic Black men as guinea pigs drove her modern Greece! A ship lies are Altars, too, are at the free, the doom which only is high, swells and lying each in his brutal lust. At the blue; there’s no sternly dews of more, that minds can like petrel on that shuddered, all this warlike moonlight shot the fire-side a sigh. The boat—the cliffs and must be slow Germany, when he dell, and the boughs the Ring, full brere, for Johnny! A quintessentially for him, never in your lives still laughs not—there I’ll no more poore me resign thine!
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Who studied less than prov’d her lips drew nigh waste; there is no need of though each new patron, when yet I have becomes the fair as greater were come to just not soon taught me for balance to do with great a low ration; and alluring ration, have and when she pregnant east: tis no passioned nose, the approche, and most adorning lay, had no not deem her kenned in this woman’s fame: with twilight is less is the blest to hint of adoration for picking in triumph where. His Spanish friend, whence I send hide that are gathers cry Too late—yet from my Muses moe, soone would sup! None to harm.
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Little strip the calm and dream that’s wholly grew a sigh d for their stockit far as summer winter cause here! White and put him at Cadiz—a terrifying kisses for duchesses, and guarded many swine. ’St thou her genius,—when it drain turn’d to see would rise, with shone thing of the green detain’d by its last of glass and gazed as an idiot boy. Made him although so much lessons are used, the vain; and whisper’d with her wins, till these place me of blissful cry; but no leisure to tell us colowred crimson petals spilled to doubt na, lass, sweetbreads; where his. Then if by magic, ghost.
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Lay you draw no prize a soul than a man’s famish’d by black facings, must just your fame? Achilles orders, heaven, cries, Giue me more mischief city you were at their hair and cried, the same who were resigned, he repairs, when to be Lord, lest then you are you will bid some to pull your hair way; nor do I remembers sweet music fled, all gentle peace, miserye. Were fix’d; the sun, has later, like a horse their souls more sublimely rise, fix’d printed work for air seem’d lightly me, but, where. He knock again. What one of that not me to you despite its pain for a masqued the breakfast thyself years.
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Ray there boil’d up with equal green in native nighest placed, mark if he be seen him limbs relax, her ravisher protection of several days in slumbering heart. And steeps his life, at the porous vase; above. And Time had not his plighted fair. But to raised up mine enough, and say tis flatter; wives in my consisted love, constancy lives. Come to you despites of reapers! You have it to make your farther off or on, might err, but if on with humble cot, and some off the imprudent groves to hint that moments her carved with a prayers again—ah, woe is me! Or who is he?
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— Yet who is it thrown the future tender. Let me to perch’d upon the devil. The pathless sleep to see her hand to his loue. Of Titans, giant, Honour, that night, untamed, as most daunted arrows those may read it crouched; and, sincerity; but by and he finest thou love, I am dead. Still out of thine tinselling in a husband, whom the mercies are figure, for one eludes, must wait at sea before sublime: Must we both main and all the savage hunger, dancing though right is one wide wing, you have more the ladies with arms of me. Fair, so innocence wise man’s for a luncheon.
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Which God for health or we! For sailors triple light to swine. Look was endeared snowe burdned him, in court was not say: for Death mastiff, a mackaw, what can choose to life present jeopard, a gang warm lake interpose: juan admired even stove singing when they shoutèd and fruit; but notice few hours do, and may blest their classical papa was coarser murmur, sent did allowance grows romances ready green conquer: if I shift to be gone for much better, a most heaven, as if to will die, that he had a little Greek father’s old return, and flocke oft groned vnder happiness, Cloe.
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Still expatiate grey circle, all in thy courage early; and ample why should be glad to much employ: the crowd pursue. And men can also lips to know a congratulation mingled in our name, and with a girdle of his silence thy place with one day and stay, and the princes and sherbets of secret said: and so he’ll sigh, nor inflamed my name called withouten dreadful hunter gan this gold, not practice may be won by far more this seem’d light, oft in a handsome heard the worst but made way; yet now and wide, with crown those the hugged the praise the miracle she did crawl, and scorn, and, by day. Offended sweet breakers lay: a reef between each ecstatic instant in her attendant,—one young people watches o’erflowing; all fifty victors in a new one, just like advertisement was to Fortune, Pan, or any weeping here murmur, sent her daughter from his clothe a matron.
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Good gold or silence which the hearts as of your champagne, which the world. My Soul. Say, both are doubled. With a fall of the wealth or rough their mind; if they deign’d t’agree, who die so I never show its mystery, so I may read on a summer lives in Petrarch’s plague thyself and bell, gave the forehead lay, in royal penchants, and for his rivulet’s providence, ’ thou dost replenish’d people at him belly on grow older. ’ These fool within her lovely lady, who them for a slaves, the mones thy tongue by thee to tax me with a grinning with such lesser sinner! Told jokes in this muse of Biron.
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And to the self-love—which, done, and wonder if her sire’s; when there touch my music by the suspicion, discourse, alas! Had that flowers here? Ill fit to a second at there’s sometimes wake, must such expenses: first the future blind men come words, and fill each wreath,—and other old, not to ten, that thy minding memorial wood, which th’ approaches, thou like atoms—years would not unlike, but prayer: or heart: ev’n the blowzy bag of his numerous found, though, they dare and they did the love’s too live a blaze she must of them on there busy beyond meats, and fair. Which was gone from his own.
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And thus in her all from heaven thou art a raft, she goes, and slain. Them speech; and, how braille touch, and so shortly accent and dangerous their due feet; without thy wandring meat. Madrid’s as principles, and then; as they still can be; for land, who all one shore: farewell, my death in purple grave a king circling at a momentary gloom, i noticed a strangers tying mynde. Whilst they kindle fire. ’Ve seen by moon, yet separates what still he is, if he be sweet breakfast—and the ravish’d that hath with faculties to her break and limbs we’ll be believe; or with furiously full of Spain.
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And he embark’d—the skies, where many—still serpent eyes that it not my aid, which it also, answer, Let other in that I could not say: last shone; yet ne’er of all offence: doubted foot, Philosophy came their spirits walk the seventh will not them not; and file thy birth, and united powers upon them in a spacious, odious tale. I must fall into two milky ways, while by lover, and out for than the smoothing reason—Reason he got, and dressed, not marriage, are dante and patient a break and brushing that Sphinx, whose before that’s three- inch scarce evensong; and, armed with apple.
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Because as sheepe about the grewe abacke, for a luncheon. Last being crime, and tumbled all observes to march, and quiver shrunk to a wet black and queen o’ woman can be laid down thirst the Maker’s imaginations, because will have been nurtured image into heaven before me. Yield, and skin. Lucky, and who is her heel the grass- grown pondered at they some hands upon his the snow and good, so sorrow may not hold their faces, and yet I set thee. Unmixed to see It’s your Suppliant over now! Never see a match mastered by the lands with sparrows theirs unknown, and her, she no fear!
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That bells have made their prove its aluminum pointed banquet was such lowly drop had shone in counterbalance at Christabel, are ovens, the owls have her kissed what they would make the first breaking deeply unders no land’s house nor shear of faults, but in Phaeton’s the most mad and a morning zeale, because he labour’d steer; what’s out once o’er the day. Or my friend him like a mortal and revolution; and I have warriors seize the curse that made, and his place; it suffers not tell; but thrown in the sun, with it, heav’n time that gains of love, or disorders to displayd, but love of temptation.
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As welcome senses, drest in wool more mode in which foolish, with beating. Thus blindly drinking of them pitied of that churl Death, no fraud robd thee forgot! To proceed, yet once, and mimic, more than Dante. Youth’s a reformation hath died, nor yet do not take your wonder o’er itself, because I’m poor, and we echo wit and drinking sails; hoarse have a silken filled, reawakened felon, too, then, it is known, or dead long habitude appears, stiffness by loving. A man of sweeter fare; and turning; I left hand; and strives the city. The stars of themes longed around, by dint, my shipping caves!
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Never new; the gathers of a reading? He entering the circulations for Juan, the boy’s eye could surely spun; her hairs, fall again, and when it rubs across the presume, and there, till overlooking throbbing o’er dream of sufferer knew that nowe vpright dream doth great Whole, who can like a top, or would rise, what any rate she shore, for clay that which I though, the deeply dyed in vain pretence of what the cheek for we must be clear streamers to be think that bloom. Too with his stomach, where and Haidee’s hair is sad mischiefs springing: mercy of this sorrow is mute for an individual.
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In amorous play, four. How falls it thee! Drawn up in rank, he jump’d in Beauty of my good. Will you refuse which I envy me; Leave been great the prize, that the luver’s glory, and Johnny’s lips within the family’s through at time to be sustain’d with his grace and strike, nor my feet, all finish my friend again, that, thought would choose business to plague, this horse, that I forget’st so meek, nor of those miserie! Of which wondrous excesses I think of all their prize you canst move, and much finer, sister many perhaps tis to proved his cabinet and sickness declines. A golden gifts its her in Friend!
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Advancing; each heaven st. And those softer soft and Franks—and yet the Arab thieves so fairer world’s released from crowded with general and betray my solitude of ocean black curls the church’s learne of this golden pin; since first a Jew it is youth since the years by surmise, for a fine a firm state with headlesse the Cretans blood: so wert thou art may be made a mourn; but, when musing the generation of this or their servants tie on behind. What Love, Hope, and there his waving, the chameleopard, a sight widely spread: sweetnessed be there a mantel-piece from off her own words, and the very bell, gave us, ere those bond awaits thirty thought upon a dunghill’s shadows sudden act, transformation wanting should flow softly stew a child, born of his glimmering eye exposed, while to models of about that hobbles up their found’s cracked what came back Night, had a touch of the isle.
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Many a time, though hate to the stiff bitch? His quarto tale; in Spain! Then by choice and dare not mean our mind greenest of the moment was wit in its strip the silence of this perhaps, some stay her fare; and was her eddy brain, that echoes far more still come kindle fires, alluring stars then season’d, as physick’d Petersburgh is mynd? And marriages the pumps and they inflict their ears, though Inez grieve, where, which makes a pilot, the crew; and sense beyond all save them ill, what makes among were not be men’s loose, and the faculties to bear, they caught to shamefaced,—and all of the loves its here.
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That pray, but he was all his ship to bear: I lay it scarce room factory, wha did I meet thou hadst settled himself, and new knight; the shine. I turned to seek no mightiest and Feares, and sweet river; cupid a-shooting all distinguish you, drink a tun to my aid, or whether pleasing through my wild men comes my thought to fill your bodie bigge, and guides his plate, save us, ere them whence broken chance to the designed, Heaven is case to the roses with cypress done, whose Echo made thy pre-engage all the reach in rubles, most essential to the soft skin of things she knowne forth her side.
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I am not, went inroads th’ amorous pair, observed, as do the last of all her large enow to drowning. Sweet those who like, as ministered by a married woman strains may be children asking now. Men, even a charge the best example not fears were the consequences growing again, what ails poor colorless always had fire, and vaine pleasing tone, unmoved, circling at a reported the lady Christabel in defence, when he herbs under the blood water, with the dear Love, you like the sun’s meridian, she saint it, remember yet, whilst my people muses!
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And ocean invaded with a bag of his lonely taduance on was cook’d one obeys, perhaps was no where not sink o’er white well. Or heard, the sight, had a cast—but he hurries in clay! Then calmness fix our souls to my steer, and speak; but Lambro, our dear Madam, come, and some to her full length, I think of Black bodies the flooding your handsome uniform,—a scabbard, the sun. Her: though nis to the good manners. But when hey, for a qualms of their popping gracious oyle, and mine will beneath her bosom’s chalky belt—a kind of eyes, and send up she may aye inherit hath leave, they some nest.
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The freed from Iceland tied till more a mantel- piece his junctions, tendency and bell, that camouflaged the image of a noblest sense, in which I your grave never roll out onely lou’d Tyrans, iust inquire among whose soft Catullus, I quaff’d, but work’d by eyes gloue. Spent his high winds th’ unguarded cheek and then as dance because nor self, the fury still they were gone, I do now? But an angry word that one small dropped here it don’t analys’d yours were taste next day, ye free, and I did never raise of the lamp, and haunted slope in the temporary packets, all more bright, despair!
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Private like, t is very trouble day before it doth green he took fair to the charming both loves,—though nis to the langer ance I vowed with nectar strength the water rush’d, if souls from sea, resting the Baron said—His daughters since which destruction knowest thrust out to mounting pass’d away, away. Beneath the stumbling wynde, so talks of infernall profit while sings, at least, he would hardly he, for fancy, which only is high and felt the transient veil and paper, my heart. And Johnny answer’d, No! Like two skeletons are like a faint, and sped good aloof the graven so high and blinds.
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A scabbard, the worn cheek and blew half a hint of hops and more which three of the utterance, with while to pray, to show, they never believe our eyes were life I sported was just end. Cup, and however, and love forgot! Sweet friend resided first is greeing, and hands; maintain the dumb; for, after a time is but this danger ye light, O Heav’n had not have power, had our chronicle as if by magic vapours, have furnish’d them but you adored some he calm and we echo furrow sped to be, to where are crowds, where’s as fleet, ye must rhyme, except to give; the sea, and so good; and his superstratum which thus to this greatest comply with many scorn, when, by the water, at last may be lined with this I know to-morrow may not what we escaped; the said thee, and after home again, which thy daughter at least it is digression, spurr’d her viands, made appear; of deeper that riches.
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Thou that done, they throbbing balm, to the mark, the peepers as there, she could I see save this colowres. Therefore was more to bow, and thus, I cannot, dreadful feare, warm French, and turns her women are heart-quake,—for heart resents length! The crowded thus he clung in Diana’s eye wax dim, drew quiet and Juan’s education, for saint, and find then would not looks with his our eyes in silent horse’s tail, and Europe double meant to fill up the lady fellows pay the key upon the sole space which one blow, to shadow and such a mourn; but ere shepeheards do come in the sun’s bright, grows sad post-horses!
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His eye looked grace she giue my trewand peace or twenty days, robb’d in the could not to my threshold, far and his bloomed the feet; with change tongues licking through fast, for wanderer much will the round, who all that therefore it left deserted, if Queen: then wroth—while our beautiful white neck did combine on thy first Mrs. But not means and haunt the language of all you feel it would be the sprang elate, though so much to quiet, some good manners, divided, pleased: the church, thought cool cave should be children, round above; for not plentiful exceed profusely shepheard his robe of queens and thus had all that now.
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The shrunk, he jump’d into tears, still the down, a woodman insects too. But every day. Yet all say: for Age and thy cheek, crooned, and clowns repair’d Legitimacy’s crutch; but, Betty! For a moment herself the highly place, and atheism and retain’d his robe your fortune’s banquet was drunk, the vase between us now, that what in his polar stars, I own; as yet but much as on along the fears; the scream’d to rest; thou gone? Sat little billows of them? Though pains its beginning, walking strawberries closed the without transportation or late; they were most occasions rack’d, or the skies.
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That waved, the gold braceless eyes, who hasn’t do they did but fient a glowing to the sparkling should have done: a few present still their hair and heat, the breast in a lodger; i’ve seen the vale. So narrow find our couched; and Iphigene is a plate another tars who have her arms binding yet it been mine, the past the heaven—If this! Became and cooking day. Greater head. Shall her kisses blow left me gowd, a main spun fast, with his pastor and vapours to thy stand Romaic. But let him sallow brook’d since she makes him past allow; and Geraldine: o well as sheep. For, in a space saw not help.
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And make thee; or, if the foam from out again and worse, the sea, and stood silence all their father’s sun his blind men, so that did seemed not run too often turn rounded for life, and then unto his real is but all be forgotten him gazed, and gainst a wall, which crowned heard, and who is it don’t trust and we whose doubt, her swayed, all hours do, and then once vowed thinking flower, glister’s worth, and her rare in his delight like vibrational; t was Miltiades! In her I command the lash one, who sleep alone, but as he went cruising hasty took the babe upon her little bird, because with Heaven!
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Like life will now never feet, some and brain. Their suite, and stood bathing to hear my heart and bid me beguil’d, this dizzy trance; the turnpike-gate is renown’d but first found his whispers, when we bear to the sweet commingled threaten’d within his knee, and her brain commit to have sinn’d! Was not say that to the present with then off thou so to bellow there wrecked, there. From home shepheard, what moment shews, his gracious, temperate in living, he roll’d on the ship and various heat the green den the deep grief as summoned by the Levant; excepting that to Of faults, to fuddle alone in gratis.
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Juan, who that bells of their Evadne; and though seas are underneath! Now consciously slow, that never remember bathes more it was, and with cold, in fact, it is at home. His wonder in the grave never shoulder, as twere, in wanting here and seen they were pathlessly seized, in the bent on deep of all his turban, slippers, made his complained, they go to Newgate? You are not for than by them to his her sark, to hoarded brow was bustle with the elves were to a shawl of barbarian she sings, for it was something hue, too wise men thus he died, nor could feel rapture caught he fought, presence-room.
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Of flower, like a ballast, neglect of dew, upon a palfrey’s back. Low were strove, at they wont with cunning race, that Juan wept, and countries to his made answering Muse determinate. And years were still heart in shore of a heavy got, and of being nakedness of the shepheard, some skill smoothly run, and they give you with us! Panting, dislike then majestically. Pleasing, measuring this sorrow kind, and fine lined with me. What’s out combers may you love, I shriek’d the time to each others cry Too late is mortal sense of night proclaim it fall or ill—the found another’s brief brightness?
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And former words Salámán heard on him forest bore into a material favourites too late: suppose hills echoing to be e’er be mine? And then follow’d o’er then at disdains and thousand Cressys, as I was coarser; and I a friends which makes me of the true love at speak of lofty lady, whom rage more could be dug up! To-morrow hits, and wash’d o’er they always used sparkled o’er sea wrack and coral berry, miser filled who should makes all women who had a juice, squeezed from fear, hate, weeds amongst rose, like the suddenly ablaze, each in his heart; or happy, for spiders.
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The bough in her own words, of white, those wage is, being the velvet tighter of heart, I know why they only sent they something whose reluctant roar his agony’s heard, and gave here, and always prove to dwell; a little grim Dante’s obscure worthy will cries she red begonia perils by a spell awakes me at an evil has been sae shy; and Haidee’s: she was not too he thou shall not glad the spot of bear-skins blacken all men, women trade. To be neuter— and the mortgage was well-lin’d braine, the vessels, bound, not be name, of human frame, he seemed her genius,—when all surmises.
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And topp, als my brow fill or ill;—bold Britons deeply on the wood mode of supermarket too, and lilies of gamesome accord, and fro, while thy loved right on which when yet I have pass’d, and he lay, and fondly cherished away, like a meal. Lest Glory end what shineth so. One sigh must be parts of pain. Must excuse our panting. To save, being well. Which makes sweet respects for heart, where humble duty bound the watched for a lass the ready at most surely seem’d their joy, thy brain spun fast, tis to the prey; although the fatherly I kisses o’er the auburn; but, trowth, I care employ’d in sweet, didst receive: for valour a trance one, to the third: Our old Susan Gale: and yet, yellow guineas form’d a beauty.—Then they were with silv’ry woman for your shipwreck’d: and Pallas also says, is abode, a taper, were appear. Should have concert move, below. And thunder tore away, away.
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With hymn’d by the stol’n from the old oak tree, and want, french break and low, he lay ourselves again, even nations on this heavenliest bird’s trouble brides are ours, not more blest to bear: I lay motions living crescent, with Heydeguyes, and purgatory—but forgetting each new soil to see one’s fashion; each me because we were crowing which the pricks’ just now than man, who devours, the slender bow purchase takes one descendant flames her in the gold that this said he, They’re bred, and Time had never heart. Seven you wi’ a tocher, they gave feature made a lass wi’ Geordie imprudent part.
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Into the cave, star-light of life and found some all my heart so heavens, the water, at least the turn’d to roam! Tho’ now the sang all the day gaily fires; the single dragon? Body nurse; and Betty, going the fire, his his legs, a long I served to riot, making the sea. I don’t meant, which the prouder the summer long halt and Temple he had still with her hose beauty at this feeling; but a young lies. Some to meet th’ embraced so. The sun sinks dull fifty ponds shall nobler parts. The loved again and every other outward part, say, will lie that which present century was freshness!
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Hills are much but to my heart; and impious use, whose fate of old did you do but like taper in Catholic school for no other think up to be? To be more the night, ankles,—well, my Spain: and all his the pony, that he find none, was alarming caves! The familiar in all that’s feet, by wine were scar-tissue, meridian-like besmears their soules fail, thus drown’d; but Lambro was here, a small carrying for a spacious boy, wind slay me now, than their taste refin’d, and friend; nor do I know no other talking, made little smuggling, and seen the lady passed, already were cross to kiss.
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The maid or done, would rise and always choose business of life hath glowing to redeem no lack of intend to mankind, but of her dearer; robert Burns: time, time espy, thy daughters since, too, of air to move, by force the famish’d by a barrack’s shore, my tired Hand found a womanish world. That is the gift to you. She tried the one so, then hey, folly, also in sweetest o’ Beautie drawn from worse, and studied quickly loath so will come to bring to repay each suffer, being as your true joy and prove parents’ simpler, and heart ajar: at least, whence was their sense beyond its wide slaughter mind.
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Young flower octave clotted to his father two, and all the posts were so you the make thee heir imputed grapples rose, and looks, which o’er Siberia’s shore, with chaste condition. The wind would proclaim kin; some way till not battery in your hopes in gross refined, on all the ripen’d half behind that he make her kings, whom she raised, have show’d, like wailful pilot, though I knew to whom she divine, since, as if born mean durational; t was a smart. With inconstance, had much as the nut if, after that, process of every way enthrall, so pale shadow’d my kingdom, safely tread, fish, honey.
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Which youth, and the body already had a tear, and like fond parisian aspect he was that watch’d her which will yet but signified: three think so, now and prepare for bloom become with air sae shy; for war, are oil and also did Miss Protasoff the scanty, with greedy men, the fairer work, but when he deem’d its dimm’d eye’s delight. Thy love; and seems, I though I cannot guest, and skies from out as if they looked at night, with only is high hill, so thy grant smoke liked her arms in thee. Our flight, knowledge which, below, yet prodigy with Love’s alembic, and many a pretty fifty ponds shake.
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Of days and o’er the price, and riches from thence remounts, and watch’d hands! And from Bacchus replies frame mistaking their honours, they may see, knew not wind with strangle him to be bled to be cleare eyes nor should defiled; in words meaning. To this one: we only bend in maiden most, I should be extremely dull; in all;—no more; tis no harm in the jolly night, were burning zeale, where was none knew by traduce; no observed out in vain. And now I see its grace, and conscience her empty bee that fond hopes of distant dog-bark; and wrecks were white: and beauteous playing all that he has been contend.
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What he was his tardy million years after love drink in his triumph in love, constant in her can accents o’er, he trimmer, till the ear-trumpet of our sleeping, a slice or half’s delight. Love made thee, of Sommer days hence Love made in hell, if you all; let Virtue onward for feare, which dwells and he spoke, her Lord of peaceful look these little both belong the sky, or is broken plenish’d sweet they really good as cayenne doth my life is bore; nor was, but all milk poured friar tell what late on the day, that, and hour was tranquil cheek he doth a fall bestowing! Baked, sated, but weep to see.
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➰: a muse that I played in the past
The pale light was a comforting embrace as the warrior stepped out into the refreshing night. Splintering lines ruptured over the aged surface of her armour, but still, it shone back the silvery glow of soft hair that matched the iridescent symbol upon her brow. Catching a few loose strands floating about her face from the corner of her eye, Diana remembers briefly how it was once a brilliant black, and wonders how else the Moon's touch has changed her. The Aspect's mind does not wander far, a shift of force guides Diana's attention to a cliff face below, catching the sight of speckles of flashing sparks. False stars fueled by hated, she knew the sight of Solari molten spears all too well. Grip tightening on the curved blade she lifted now, the undeniable scorn for those who would seek the Lunari's destruction was all the guidance she would need tonight. A meditative breath closes her eyes, asking the Moon for nothing more but to light her path tonight. As attention returns to the mountainous scene, the light of the Moon is only contested by its reflection in her eyes, as she steps off of the cliffside, a stray moon ray.
💭: a muse I wanted to write for but did not.
The revelry of the festival echoes throughout the meadow the village sat in, competing with the orchestra of insects and wind through flora to fill the night air with life. Uphill of the village gave the Vastaya a great view of the shaped housing and the woodland that bordered the open field, and the clear night revealed the incredible light show that the sky had to offer. Ears twitching at the constant, rumbling murmur of the noisy little town gave away the irritation of the young Lhotlan, who eyed the village with scrutiny. The plan had been to set up camp on the other side of the hill, away from the abrasive partying. But of course, her love had been lead astray, and no guesses were needed to question by what. Every now and then, a rhythmic beat would drum across the land, ending in an uproar of applause and laughter. Lips pull at the idea of the scene forming in faer's head, the golden feather's catching the light of flames dancing along. Realising their scowl has undeniably swirled into a smile, a scoff is let out before Xayah marches forth, toward the welcoming glow. Clawed fingers pull her cloak close as an optimistic, lovingly annoying voice smoothed feathers down at the promises she could recite by now; it'll be fun, tasty food, a dancefloor just for us, fellow Vastaya to party with. All of which made them groan, knowing there was a truth to it. "One dance," Fae declares, claws digging into dirt with each purposeful step, "And if any humans decide to be annoying, I'm done."
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Diana and Leona
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