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Charantia. Bitter herbs. Bitter.
Eagle of flowers! I see thee stand, And on the sun's noon-glory gaze; With eye like his, thy lids expand, And fringe their disk with golden rays: Though fix'd on earth, in darkness rooted there, Light is thy element, thy dwelling air, Thy prospect heaven.
Come, God
Bromius, Bacchus, Dionysus
burst into life, burst
into being, be a mighty bull,
a hundred-headed snake,
a fire-breathing lion.
Burst into smiling life, oh Bacchus!
usually sees only at Christmas. At last he reached in and tenderly removed his gift of glass from the carton. "A geranium! I cannot believe it. A pelargonium
A great acacia, with its slender trunk
And overpoise of multitudinous leaves.
(In which a hundred fields might spill their dew
And intense verdure, yet find room enough)
Stood reconciling all the place with green.
The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn
The olive grove of Academe, Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long.
Imitations of Horace. Of two evils I have chose the least.
APOTHECARY, n. The physician's accomplice, undertaker's benefactor and grave worm's provider
Kalos Kai Agathos, the singular balance of the good and the beautiful.
Great oaks grow from little acorns. He has a green thumb. He has green fingers. He's sowing his wild oats. Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand, And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand.
Acapulco in the sunset seems like a balm; it enters the blood like a drug after one inhalation of the scent of flowers, one glimpse of the bay iridescent like silk, the sunset like the inside of a shell, so much like the flesh of Venus.
After a torrential rain. Acadia and her
Ah what avails the sceptred race, Ah what the form divine! What every virtue, every grace! Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee.
Lauricia or Aurelia?
Winter, the aged chief, Mighty in power, Exiles the tender leaf, Exiles the flower.
In June the bush we call
alder was heavy, listless,
its leaves studded with galls,
growing wherever we didn't
want it.
Mars red gladiolus
A ghra. A amhain. My love. My only.
For the oak recalls the acorn, the acorn dreams the oak, the stump lives in them both.
Ashurbanipal." Oh, baby, keep talking dirty to me.
Still the Amaltas bloomed, a brilliant, defiant yellow. Each blazing summer it reached up and whispered to the hot brown sky, Fuck You.
Eventually, even a blind squirell will find an acorn.
With Thy wine-cup waving high, With Thy maddening revelry, To Eleusis' flowery vale, Contest Thou - Bacchus, Paean, hail!
An acorn does not see itself as a seed, but as an oak tree.
The talking oak To the ancient spoke. But any tree Will talk to me.
Speramus meliora; resurgret cineribus. We hope for better things; it will rise from the ashes,
Along the edge of this green lived a man. His name is not important, as no one ever used it. The villagers only ever called him the Apothecary.
It was early spring, 326 BC, in the beautiful city of Chersonesus protected by a haunting deep blue sea and a giant wall. Today was the second day of the Festival of Dionysus.
It is so beautiful that I am sure it has a long Latin name.
The Xanthus or Scamander is not a mere dry channel and bed of a mountain torrent, but fed by the ever-flowing springs of fame ...
and I trust that I may be allowed to associate our muddy but much abused Concord River with the most famous in history.
Remember the acorn;
It does not devour other acorns.
Almond blossom, sent to teach us That the spring days soon will reach us.
lagophthalmos - a
The oak, when living, monarch of the wood; The English oak, which, dead, commands the flood.
Alis volat propiss. (She flies with her own wings.)
That headlong ivy! not a leaf will grow But thinking of a wreath, ... I like such ivy; bold to leap a height 'Twas strong>strongstrong> to climb! as good to grow on graves As twist about a thyrsus; pretty too (And that's not ill) when twisted round a comb.
Per ardua ad astra. Through adversity to the stars.
AOE/Axsys The magic machine.
Ash. It's short for Ashoka."
...
"A hero's name."
...
"I'm not a hero."
...
"Then we will make you one, Ashoka.
Aelin of the Wildfire. Aelin Fireheart. Aelin Light-Bringer.
Entrusting her memory to the wind, to the embrace of the silent sentinel trees and to the care of the faithful stars, her namesake, pure and everlasting, the uncontained universe contained in her: Cassiopeia.
We extol ancient things, regardless of our own times.
[Lat., Vetera extollimus recentium incuriosi.]
Silenus or Nymphs and
As Athera. To grow.
As Pyrata. To burn.
As Illumae. To light.
As Orense. To open.
As Anase. To dispel.
As Hasari. To heal.
As Travars. To Travel.
The Latin names of plants blur like belief.
ADIAPHORY (ADIA'PHORY) n.s.[Gr.]Neutrality; indifference.
A flower that will always grow toward the sun." "And what does that make me?" she asked sourly. "Heart of oak, my girl," he said, redeeming himself entirely. "Heart of oak.
I am Aelin Aschryver Galatinius, and I will not be afraid.
potestas is specific, auctoritas is extendable and can grow.
These Atlantikoinonia. They're human? (Acheron)
What else would they be? Turnips? (Tory)
[h]ope, like a desert aloe. Hope, stubborn and bitter to the taste. That hides water. That bears the drought. An ugly plant with the power to heal.
Apothegms are the most infallible mirror to represent a man truly what he is.
jessamine. Flowering
Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed,
And daffodillies fill their cups with tears,
To strew the laureate to hearse when Lycid lies.
Phocion compared the speeches of Leosthenes to cypress-trees. "They are tall," said he, "and comely, but bear no fruit.
HIPPOLYTA
But all the story of the night told over,
And all their minds transfigured so together,
More witnesseth than fancy's images
And grows to something of great constancy,
But, howsoever, strange and admirable.
Please tell me your master isn't Aeolus."
"That airhead?" Favonius snorted. "No, of course not."
"He means Eros." Nico's voice turned edgy. "Cupid, in Latin."
Favonius smiled. "Very good, Nico di Angelo. I'm glad to see you again, by the way. It's been a long time.
BOTOLPHS (pl.n) Huge benign tumours which archdeacons and old chemistry teachers affect to wear on the sides of their noses.
Mother of Aeneas, pleasure of men and gods. -Aeneadum genetrix, hominum divomque voluptas
That headlong ivy! not a leaf will grow But thinking of a wreath, ... I like such ivy; bold to leap a height 'Twas strong to climb! as good to grow on graves As twist about a thyrsus; pretty too (And that's not ill) when twisted round a comb.
Oak trees come out of acorns, no matter how unlikely that seems. An acorn is just a tree's way back into the ground. For another try. Another trip through. One life for another.
What the ancients called Bogan, as separate from Ashla.
Itterasshai.
Go and come back safely.
In the worship of Bacchus, we have sacrificed too freely ... Why not consecrate ourselves to the queen of the Camelias, and revel in the warm stream of sympathy that flows from her altar? In the liquid amber within the ivory-porcelain, the initiated may touch the sweet reticence of Confucius ...
my Clodius, how little your countrymen know of the true versatility of a Pericles, of the true witcheries of an Aspasia!
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns.
ardor which is tapas; the name Indra
Light-leaved acacias, by the door,
Stood up in balmy air,
Clusters of blossomed moonlight bore,
And breathed a perfume rare.
The autumn breeze rises on the shore at Fukiage- and those white chrysanthemums are they flowers? or not? or only breakers on the beach?
Even the men most richly endowed with ability, education, and opportunity, even the giants of the race, after the completest life possible, feel, as they stand on the edge of the grave, that they are but human acorns with all their possibilities still in them, just beginning to sprout.
Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose, like an exhalation.
Arcturus is the highest civilization in our galaxy,
An infinity of forest lies dormant within the dreams on one acorn.
I look for myself but find no one. I belong to the chrysanthemum hour of bright flowers placed in tall vases. I should make an ornament of my soul.
Acadia "Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again." Homer, The Iliad
This is alchemy, and this is the office of Vulcan; he is the apothecary and chemist of the medicine.
Sir, the year growing ancient,
Not yet on summer's death nor on the birth
Of trembling winter, the fairest flowers o' th' season
Are our carnations and streaked gillyvors,
Which some call nature's bastards.
No matter what the challenge, Aurore always felt stronger on her own territory. Her deepest faith abided in her vines. She knew her childhood home on Cyprus like she knew her own body.
A springlike autumn's balmy breeze reaches afar. The sun shines on the house of a recluse South of the river; They encourage the December apricots To burst into bloom: A simplehearted person Faces the simplehearted flowers.
Lyra and Caelum: the two replicas with names plucked straight from the stars.
Chadwickius frenemus,
Botany is the art of insulting flowers in Greek and Latin.
When we retake the ancient places, I will cover the Acropolis in snow.
Winter reveals the massive, complex, muscular organization of the ancient oak. Like an old man stripped of his Savile Row, tailored suit - no less impressive in his mature nakedness.
The thistle is a prince. Let any man that has an eye for beauty take a view of the whole plant, and where will he see a more expressive grace and symmetry; and where is there a more kingly flower?
Australopithecus.
God! ... Isn't the sea what Algy calls it: a great sweet mother? The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea. Epi oinopa ponton. Ah, Dedalus, the Greeks! I must teach you. You must read them in the original. Thalatta! Thalatta! She is our great sweet mother. Come and look.
A lizard, resting in the shade of the anthill, studied Atkinson with interest, tilting its head this way and that. Atkinson studied it in return. A small, dull brown animal, usually it would not catch Atkinson's attention, but under the circumstances it became a thing of beauty.
It was a miracle to me, this transformation of my acorns into an oak.
Ilauria on Phaedrus: His love was like the sun and the moon all wrapped in one.
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius. And I am the Queen of Terrasen.
The Khanum?" Arland coughed. The last sip of tea must've gone wrong.
"Are you unwell?" Dagorkun inquired.
"Healthy as a krahr," Arland said.
"That's such a relief. I would hate for some illness to interfere and spoil the grand celebration I planned when I send you to your afterlife.
Arisaid. A night breeze brushed a strand of hair across my face.
A certain strangeness, something of the blossoming of the aloe, is indeed an element in all true works of art: that they shall excite or surprise us is indispensable.
If Bacchus ever had a color he could claim for his own, it should surely be the shade of tannin on drunken lips, of John Keat's 'purple-stained mouth', or perhaps even of Homer's dangerously wine-dark sea.
There is a God, and his name is Aristophanes.
Daffodils are yellow trumpets of spring
triangle of my mons,
O true apothecary!
Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die