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Sleeping Atlantis
Silent cool waters
dancing upon her skin ~
silent cool water
ushering dreams within...
Elysium is as far as to
The very nearest room,
If in that room a friend await
Felicity of doom.
The Love of Europa: She called herself Europa. She was wild in her wandering, a drop of free water. She believed only in her life and in her dreams. She called herself Europa, and her god was Beauty.
Eloquence may be found in conversations and in all kinds of writings; it is rarely found when looked for, and sometimes discovered where it is least expected.
AMISSION (AMI'SSION) n.s.[amissio, Lat.]Loss.
Ethereal is the true reality, the home from which mankind originated and to which mankind may yet return. The Ethereal is the Forever Realm ... the final destination. There, and only there, will mankind discover all the senses that are. In Ethereal, living is alive.
Daughter of heaven and earth, coy Spring,
With sudden passion languishing,
Teaching barren moors to smile,
Painting pictures mile on mile,
Holds a cup of cowslip wreaths
Whence a smokeless incense breathes.
I don't know what you mean, but I know that you mean it.
(attrib: 'Edward', Appendix 2)
Aiya Earendil Elenion Ancalima!
Oceania is vast, Oceania is expanding, Oceania is hospitable and generous, Oceania is humanity rising from the depths of brine and regions of fire deeper still, Oceania is us. We are the sea, we are the ocean ...
To use an obsolete Latin word, I might say, Ex Oriente lux; ex Occidente FRUX. From the East light; from the West fruit.
ELEGY, n. A composition in verse, in which, without employing any of the methods of humor, the writer aims to produce in the reader's mind the dampest kind of dejection.
Aethe, near my heart.
Without vanity, the ribbon.
Without duty, the wind.
Without blood, the victory.
The longest Day hath an Eueninge.
dystopia, a reliably clean, well-lighted place.
Mine the long night
The secret place
Where lovers meet
In long embrace
In purple dark
In silvered kiss
Forget the world
And grasp your bliss
Do you know the land where the lemon-trees blossom;where the golden oranges glow in the dark foliage'.
Verily there is nothing in all Europe so beautiful as Valldemosa.
There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain.
Elrond's house was perfect, whether you liked food or sleep or story-telling or singing (or reading), or just sitting and thinking best, or a pleasant mixture of them all. Merely to be there was a cure for weariness ... Evil things did not come into the secret valley of Rivendell.
A city of light and music, watched over by an alabaster castle with an opal tower so bright it could be viewed for miles. The
For thogh we slepe, or wake, or rome, or ryde, Ay fleeth the tyme; it nyl no man abyde.
Exhuberance is Beauty.
And Elinor, in quitting Norland and Edward, cried not as I did. Even now her self-command is invariable. When is she dejected or melancholy? When does she try to avoid society, or appear restless and dissatisfied in it?
Where ignorance is bliss, awareness is joy, and self-awareness is orgasmic.
Elantris (Sanderson, Brandon) - Your Highlight on page 74 | Location 1453-1453 | Added on Thursday, March 20, 2014 1:19:01 AM You will find that hate can unify people more quickly and more fervently than devotion ever could.
Elimae was a magician with a key in her mouth, a foreign language, a matryoshka doll: uncomplicated on the surface, but with a dozen secret selves hidden inside. She thought I didn't notice her, but she's all I did notice.
Palace of Crystal
Avicenna California ... Museum of my twisted youth, vault of my dearest and most disgusting memories.
The most peerless piece of earth, I think, that e' er the sun shone bright on.
Aelin Galathynius, Queen of Terrasen, knew the time would soon come to prove just how much she'd bleed for Erilea.
I have to take care of this," faltered Elnora, hurrying toward the door to hide the tears which were rolling down her cheeks. "I must help," said Philip, disappearing also. "Elnora," he called, catching up with her, "take me where
I am earth, earth My heart's love Bursts with hay and flowers. I am a lake of blue air In which my own appointed place Field and valley Stand reflected
Earth's sweat, the sea.
What folly takes light through ether to each eye from every horizon.
Hyacinth. Please forgive me.
Coasted up the Adriatic, its shores swimming in an atmosphere of amber, rose, and aquamarine; we lay in wide land-locked harbours, we roamed through ancient and noble cities,
lagophthalmos - a
By a route obscure and lonely Haunted by ill angels only, Where an eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these lands but newly From an ultimate dim Thule
From a wild, weird clime that lieth, sublime, Out of SPACE, out of TIME.
Eloquence is relative. One can no more pronounce on the eloquence of any composition than the wholesomeness of a medicine, without knowing for whom it is intended.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
The pearl-grey city, the opal that is Paris ...
KING EDWARD: But what is he whom rule and empery
Have not in life or death made miserable?
Th' embroid'ry of poetic dreams.
Life... a labyrinth... an agony... an ecstasy
- Labyrinths
For I am the daughter of Elrond. I shall not go with him when he departs to the Havens: for mine is the choice of Luthien, and as she so have I chosen, both the sweet and the bitter.
Ariadne in the labyrinth. The most alive of worlds, human beings with the tenderest flesh, are made of marble. I strew devastation as I pass. I wander dead-eyed through cities and petrified populations.
Eloquence, to produce her full effect, should start from the head of the orator, as Pallas from the brain of Jove, completely armed and equipped. Diffidence, therefore, which is so able a mentor to the writer, would prove a dangerous counsellor for the orator.
The sight of London to my exiled eyes
Is as Elysium to a new-come soul.
To cleave that sea [the Aegean] in the gentle autumnal season, murmuring the name of each islet, is to my mind the joy most apt to transport the heart of man into paradise.
Albacete (AL-ba-seet) n. A single surprisingly long hair growing in the middle of nowhere.
The world of wonders!
The Emperor Napoleon Buonaparte had been banished to the island of Elba. However His Imperial Majesty had some doubts wheter a quiet island life would suit him - he was, after all, accustomed to governing a large proportion of the known world.
The whole east was flecked With flashing streaks and shafts of amethyst, While a light crimson mist Went up before the mounting luminary, And all the strips of cloud began to vary Their hues, and all the zenith seemed to ope As if to show a cope beyond the cope!
Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea Past the houses, past the headlands Into deep eternity! Bred as we, among the mountains Can the sailor understand The divine intoxication Of the first league out from land?
Elain had always been gentle and sweet - and I had considered it a different sort of strength. A better strength. To look at the hardness of the world and choose, over and over, to love, to be kind. She had been always so full of light. Perhaps
La' , tout n'est qu'ordre et beaute , Luxe, calme et volupte . There where all is order and beauty. Lush, calm and voluptuous.
The cool, grey city of love.
Naked and restrained, this darkness cannot be contained, you, my esclave, have been claimed..
The light of Greece opened my eyes, penetrated my pores, expanded my whole being.
That monstrous tuberosity of civilised life, the capital of England.
Oxus, forgetting the bright speed he had In his high mountain cradle in Pamere, A foiled circuitous wanderertill at last The longed-for dash of waves is heard, and wide His luminous home of waters opens, bright And tranquil, from whose floor the new-bathed stars Emerge, and shine upon the Aral Sea.
Enchanted Garden at last. The silent garden with the sweet smell of stocks, gardenias and roses, this garden I so often walk in my dreams. Sleep
Eliakim, Eliakim the father of Azor,
Eleri has seen your face through my eyes. As I taste your blood, so does she. My master is coming.
Underneath Day's azure eyes, Ocean's nursling, Venice lies, A peopled labyrinth of walls, Amphitrite's destined halls
Seas move away, why not lovers? The harbours of Ephesus, the rivers of Heraclitus disappear and are replaced by estuaries of silt. The wife of Candaules becomes the wife of Gyges. Libraries burn.
Did you ever go to a place ... I think it was called Norway?" "No," said Arthur, "no, I didn't." "Pity," said Slartibartfast, "that was one of mine. Won an award, you know. Lovely crinkly edges. I was most upset to hear of its destruction.
Thou unassuming common-place of Nature, with that homely face.
Ee puts me to shame
I never liked the name Eldred. Since nobody knew me in New York, I just changed to my middle name.
Eloquence is an art of saying things in such a way (1) that those to whom we speak may listen to them without pain and with pleasure; (2) that they feel themselves interested, so that self-love leads them more willingly to reflection upon it.
From life to life, from breath to breath, we remember Elinor.
(Who Did No Harm to No Man all the Dais of Her Life. Reader, Can You Say Lykewise?).
Taniquetil, glorious to behold, loftiest of all mountains clad in purest snow,
There is a sort of consolation at the contemplation of the yawning abyss, at the bottom of which lie darkness and obscurity. Edmond
The country is an archipelago of lakes,
the lake-country of New England.
Ellysetta Baristani." Belliard's voice caused her to stop and turn back around. "Even should you clothe yourself in rags and dirt, you would bring honor to the Fey.
The ellipse is as aimless as that,
Stretching invisibly into the future so as to reappear
In our present. Its flexing is its account,
Return to the point of no return.
Egypt.mother of civilization, dreaming herself through the centuries. Dreaming us all, her children: those who stay and work for her and complain of her, and those who leave and yearn for her and blame her with bitterness for driving them away.
Eloquence is the poetry of prose.
Eloquence is the appropriate organ of the highest personal energy.
Is it where the flow'r of the orange blows, And the fireflies dance thro' the myrtle boughs?
Great land of sublimated things, thou World of Books, happy asyluum, refreshment and refuge from the world of everyday! ...
You are my country, Desdemona ... My Egypt. My hot, harrowing desert and my cool, verdant Nile, infinitely lovely and unfathomable and sustaining.
Unpopular, lonely and loving, Elinor need not trouble, For if she were not so loving, She would not be so miserable.
Estragon: I remember the maps of the Holy Land. Coloured they were. Very pretty. The Dead Sea was pale blue. The very look of it made me thirsty. That's where we'll go, I used to say, that's where we'll go for our honeymoon. We'll swim. We'll be happy.
I always thought I'd live in Paris, Rome, Madrid - at least for a while. It strikes me now that I didn't dream of Zanzibar or Papeete or Tashkent: even my fantasy was cautious, a good girl's fantasy, a blanched almond of a fantasy. Today, even that is enough to clench my fists and curl my toes. In
AERIN is saturated with the qualities that have surrounded me my entire life, many of which came from my grandmother, Estee: passion, style, hard work, family, and, of course, all things beautiful.
The venal herd.
[Lat., Venale pecus.]
It is sparkling light, aromatic plants, a lofty palace, a flowing river, ripe fruit, a beautiful wife and abundant clothing, in an eternal abode of radiant joy, in beautiful soundly-constructed high houses.
Laurene, Eve, Erin, and Lisa at the Corinth Canal in Greece, 2006: For young people, this
The Beauty which old Greece or RomeSung, painted, wrought, lies close at home.
Never comes the trader, never floats an European flag, -
Slides the bird o'er lustrous woodland, swings the trailer from the crag, -
Droops the heavy-blossomed bower, hangs the heavy-fruited tree, -
Summer isles of Eden lying in dark-purple spheres of sea.
I locate Essential Spain at last - the cruel winds, the grinding poverty, the unforgiving landscape. It could be Wales.
Exalted Manna, gladness of the best, Heaven in ordinary, man well drest,
Clarice, the glorious city, has a tormented history. Several times it decayed, then burgeoned again, always keeping the first Clarice as an unparalleled model of every splendor, compared to which the city's present state can only cause more sighs at every fading of the stars.
If Greece were a woman so sensually provocative that I must fall physically and desperately in love with her, and at the same time so calmly aristocratic that I should never be able to approach her.
twenty miles of the sea. My
From the sprinkled isles, Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea.