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Does it have a name? All of these fancy magical weapons usually have names."
Bishop glared at her. "Yeah. I like to call it Goldie."
"You're funny for an angel."
"Not really. I'm just inspired at the moment.
And after winter folweth grene May.
Narcotic greens narcotic greens like reeling firmaments disclose in their appearing randomness the sweetest means that you or she or any wandering Thales might choose to be wonder-struck with at the moment when we die
Gil's philosophy in all things is to seek the pain, woo the pain, recognize that pain is life. If you're heartbroken, Gil says, don't hide from it. Wallow in it. We hurt, he says, so let's hurt.
A ghra. A amhain. My love. My only.
woollyheads and silvergrays, and am unable to understand
It's a Magril - a bird that's native to Gillikin Country. It spends half its life as a beetle, and when it's an adult, it goes to sleep for a year and wakes up as this majestic creature."
"Kind of like a butterfly."
"Kind of like you," he said.
Wherever a great soul utters its thoughts, there is Golgatha.
You can see the goldenrod, that most tenacious and pernicious and beauteous of all New England flora, bowing away from the wind like a great and silent congregation.
Oh tarnish late on Wenlock Edge,
Gold that I never see;
Lie long high snowdrifts in the hedge
That will not shower on me.
Green little vaulter, in the sunny grass, Catching your heart up at the feel of June, Sole noise that's heard amidst the lazy noon, When ev'n the bees lag at the summoning brass.
G'deveingReadingfestival!
To a great night, a great Lanthorne.
He was gargoyle. Tonight, his mate would learn exactly what that meant.
I should like to be a periwinkle," said he, mysteriously, "on the top of a valley, and sing tooralloo-ralloo."
This was clearly too obscure, so I turned again to Coglan.
King Offa's dyke,
Wonderlawn's lost us for ever. Alis, alas, she broke the glass! Liddell lokker through the leafery, ours is mistery of pain.
The golden guess is morning-star to the full round of truth.
bushel of gold pieces;
My galligaskins, that have long withstood The winter's fury, and encroaching frosts, By time subdued (what will not time subdue!), A horrid chasm disclosed.
Strygalldwir is my name. Conjure with it and I will eat your heart and liver."
"Conjure with it? I can't even pronounce it, and my cirrhosis would give you indigestion.
Lorenzo Gambini, I presume? Or would you prefer to be called - "
"Sir," I cut in before he can say Scar. "You can call me sir, if it gives you the tingles. Otherwise, let's just stick with Gambini.
Who is the man who can call from the back door at night: "Here, Champion Alexander of Clane o' Wind-Holme! Here, Champion Alexander of Clane o' Wind-Holme"?
The name was supposed to be 'Googol,' which is the mathematical term for a 1 followed by 100 zeroes. It was before the Google spellchecker existed.
I pray, what flowers are these? The pansy this, O, that's for lover's thoughts.
Seraphine, Seraphine, Seraphine. O most beloved of women, most fiery of saints, never leave me, please. I'll erect columns of white marble to you, build gardens of delights for you, cause ships to sail and warriors to rise for you, if you'll only remain by my side.
Up rose Robin Hood
Doctor, what could you prescribe for Charlemund?"
The doctor looked down his nose at the unconscious form of the arch-diocel.
"Arsenic?"
"Now, really. Something to give him a quality headache and a great deal of memory loss."
"Cyanide.
Germ of endearment
jessamine. Flowering
Fenugreek, Tuesday's spice, when the air is green like mosses after rain.
Gnani (The Enlightened one) means without Ego.
Ginsberg, Clifton, Sedgwick - are
His silver skin laced with his golden blood.
Of the authors' imagination and used fictitiously. Emerald Green Desiree Holt
But the golden-rod is one of the fairy, magical flowers; it grows not up to seek human love amid the light of day, but to mark to the discerning what wealth lies hid in the secret caves of earth.
The clasp of the gold chain
Mrs MacFarley called the valley the Glen. She called the light at early evening the gloaming. She liked to go Roaming in the Gloaming in the Glen.
Newrose, Oldrose, Quean Anne's lace.
Water, river, stone and sun
Wind over hill, under tree.
Past the border none can see.
Climbing into dark for you,
Will you climb in stars for me?
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Kerry Gold Irish butter.
Goddess-nurse of the young, give ear to my prayer, and grant that this woman may reject the love-embraces of youth and dote on grey-haired old men whose powers are dulled, but whose hearts still desire.
Sing! Who sings To her who weareth a hundred rings? Ah, who is this lady fine? The Vine, boys, the Vine! The mother of the mighty Wine, A roamer is she O'er wall and tree And sometimes very good company.
Legacy Damian Green
Thou weedy elf-skinned canker-blossom!
All is not gold that glisters.
No sheth an sary'
(No herb shall heal like blood on the steel)
For 'tis green, green, green, where the ruined towers are gray, And it's green, green, green, all the happy night and day; Green of leaf and green of sod, green of ivy on the wall, And the blessed Irish shamrock with the fairest green of all.
Bychan: little one Cariad: sweetheart, beloved one Annwyl:
Foster the beautiful, and every hour thou tallest new flowers to birth.
Look for the copper tablet-box,
Undo its bronze lock,
Open the door to its secret,
Lift out the lapis lazuli tablet and read it,
The story of that man, Gilgamesh, who went through all kinds of sufferings.
Margowegottagohomeandtell.
The bird, the best, the fisch eke in the see,They live in fredome, everich in his kynd.And I a man, and lakkith libertee.
garden. I have been defeated,
Vntroubled night they say giues counsell best.
My beautiful Ivey.
Thiel, tall, troubled, bewildered
The curious crime, the fine Felicity and flower of wickedness.
A wilderness of gilt, gleaming in the slant from the dust-furred windows: gilded cupids, gilded commodes and torchieres, and
undercutting the old-wood smell
the reek of turpentine, oil paint, and varnish.
A Tennyson garden, heavy with scent, languid; the return of the word swoon.
All that glisters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told:
Many a man his life hath sold
But my outside to behold:
Gilded tombs do worms enfold.
What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, But poisoned flattery?
Lilac Rose LaRoux. Untouchable. Toxic. I should've been named Ivy, or Foxglove, or Belladonna.
Remember back in forty-four when someone killed that pet parrot of yours? What was his name, Reynold? You know, the only friend you ever had? That was me, George. I fucked it to death then fed it to Goshy.
God defend me from that Welsh fairy, Lest he transform me to a piece of cheese!
Sisters of the Nigrizia
Ia! Shub-Niggurath! The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young!
Country IX. The Gorgon's Head X. Two Promises XI. A Companion Picture XII. The Fellow
G.O.D Great Omnipresent Divinity
THE SECRET GARDEN
THE GRACKLE
The
I will confess!" shrieked Teufel, "I will confess!"
"Excellent," said Glokta brightly.
"Excellent," said Severard.
"Etherer," said Practical Frost.
Feyre Archeron." A labored breath. "I told you - to stay with the High Lord. And you did.
Gardington was made over to me once, by the Crown. It's one of their standard good-conduct prizes for espionage.'
Philippa said, rather blankly, 'I thought you were spying at that time for Scotland.'
'Well, I wasn't spying for England,' Lymond said.
The gilded spiral
Of longings within.
Our very own cathedral
That points persistently to heaven.
I dedicate this novel to Gala, who was constantly by my side while I was writing it, who was the good fairy of my equilibrium, who banished the salamanders of my doubts and strengthened the lions of certainties ...
Meadowlark, you are the best!
White
Godiva, I unpeel --
Dead hands, dead stringencies.
Gwynned lies two days westwards; still further south, the weregeld calls. Mayhap with All-Father Woden's favour, my deeds may yet inspire the skalds.
There was little that was truly original or indigenous to Gilead. Its genius was synthesis.
The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain).
Middle of his forehead. Talk about a face only a mother could love. Well, Gaea loved these guys. She named them the Elder Cyclopes, and
I am Aelin Aschryver Galatinius, and I will not be afraid.
Ngari-ngari - literally
This wine is grand. This poison is grand. It is fine to have good wine to drink, and good poison to kill with, is it not?
("The Wondersmith")
As a parting gift, he gave Harold the key chain from his house keys, the ones that opened the gate to Hamilton Arms: it was a clover, a charm for luck. Its stem was a little drawer, into which, Harold later found, George had put a love note. Harold kept the clover for the rest of his life.
There is a flower, a little flower With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky.
Silver flow the streams from Celos to Erui
In the green fields of Lebennin!
Tall grows the grass there. In the wind from the Sea
The white lilies sway,
And the golden bells are shaken of mallos and alfirin
In the green fields of Lebennin,
In the wind from the Sea!
Who will guard the Guardians?
Because it was starting to get dark, and because the streets were crowded, I bumped into a googolplex people. Who were they? Where were they going? What were they looking for? I wanted to hear their heartbeats, and I wanted them to hear mine.
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.
And how exactly did you come by that murderous little item?
Ringil reached up and touched the pommel of the Ravensfriend, where it rose at his shoulder. 'It was forged for me at An-Monal by Grashgal the Wanderer.'
Yes - actually I was talking to the sword.
I know what you be thinking, an' you be wrong. Different Gawain, no relation to the Gawaine that were in Arthur's court. But he is knighted, I believe, because he carries a mighty sword with him under that great-cloak." "Well, bugger me! A Crusader!
Sometimes you gwyne to git hurt, en sometimes you gwyne to git sick; but every time you's gwyne to git well agin.
It may be possible to gild pure gold, but who can make his mother more beautiful?
The capsules of the geranium furnish admirable barometers. Fasten the beard, when fully ripe, upon a stand, and it will twist itself or untwist, according as the air is moist or dry.
There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls,
Doing more murder in this loathsome world,
Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.
The dew-bead Gem of earth and sky begotten.
The GP appeared in its typical V formation. "Goose on the lawn," Luc said. "Goose?" I asked. "That V formation. I like to use derogatory terms to describe the GP whenever possible.
Brandy, which is fallen and accursed wine, as devils are fallen and accursed angels ...
("The Wondersmith")
Robin Einstein Sacrificial Lamb Varghese.