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Far away Tongariro! Green - white thundering Athabasca river of New Zealand! I vowed I would come again down across the Pacific to fish in the swift cold waters of this most beautiful and famous of trout streams. It is something to have striven. It is much to have kept your word.
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
Irish-sparkle-fish,-- Anne Eliot
Thunder Point, Oregon, because
The forest hugged Aomori
You learnt a great deal, Louisa, and so did your brother. Ologies of all kinds from morning to night. If there is any Ology left, of any description, that has not been worn to rags in this house, all I can say is, I hope I shall never hear its name
Everton" (Francis)
Alex turned his head to view a rainbow peacock mask bobbing toward him. "Good Lord, Francis, you are replendent," he said admiringly.
The peacock stopped beside him. "Dash it, Everton, how'd you know it was me?"
You're still wearing your faux ruby ring.
A great ox stands on my tongue.
Ocean is my potion, I need vitamin sea ...
Hail Ostara, white-clad maiden. Snow and ice melt at your gaze, flowers bloom with each soft step. We who late have longed for spring-time, we welcome you at winter's end. I praise you now, O bright Ostara: Earth's cold cover send from here!
ardor which is tapas; the name Indra
Whatever your tastes, Magrathea can cater for you. We are not proud.
Zealand 1893 Australia
Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades High over-arch'd imbower.
My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
a cloud of black-and-orange butterflies for the Mullendores.
On turf and curb and bower-roof
The snow-storm spreads its ivory woof;
It paves with pearl the garden-walk;
And lovingly around the tatter'd stalk
And snivering stem its magic weaves
A mantle fair as lily-leaves.
I take a slow sip of lukewarm coffee, reopen the book, and read the words scribbled in red ink near the top: Everyone needs an olly-olly-oxen-free.
Australopithecus.
Exodia Obliterate!
Icecloud, and Hazeltail. Leafpool twitched
Meerlust Rubicon from South Africa, a suitably wintry red.
O, beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties,
Above the fruited plain ...
Back on the beach we dry off under a shady tree. I feel Olly's eyes on me when he thinks I'm not noticing, but we are a mutual admiration society - I'm secretly ogling him, too.
The green garden, moonlit pool, lemons, lovers, and fish are all dissolved in the opal sky, across which, as the horns are joined by trumpets and supported by clarions there rise white arches firmly planted on marble pillars ...
The popular breeze - Aura popularis
Thunder and turf!
shit and shine-ola
Merlin's beard, what is Xenophilius Lovegood wearing? He looks like an omelet.
An olive, with a pit ...
Ready or not, here I come
I'm so tired of this dumb game of hide and seek
Olly olly oxen free
Show yourself, you're scaring me
Come out, come out, where ever you are
You've taken this thing way too far
Green hills wash sunlight blue.
Over the wine-dark sea.
Bloody flaming ashes
As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushed
With raven's feather from unwholesom fen
Drop on you both! A southwest blow on ye
And blister you all o'er!
Jolly boating weather,
And a hay harvest breeze,
Blade on the feather,
Shade off the trees.
All the rare and royal names
Wormy sheepskin yet retains
silver jubilee. He
Raft of the Medusa.
The sun is setting in a burnt orange sky; the cliffs are black silhouettes; the sea, liquid silver.
A text from Fable and it says one word. Marshmallow
The morning drips her dew for me, Noon spreads an opal canopy. Home-bound, the drifting cloud-crafts rest Where sunset ambers all the west ...
After a torrential rain. Acadia and her
exhibition. Lake Eden.
Learning to cook in the 1990s, I thought 'proper olives' meant black. The benchmark was Kalamata from Greece: purple-black with an almost mushroomy depth of flavour. Other fine examples were tiny Coquilles from Nice and plump round Tanches from Nyons.
Little princess, lovely as the dawn, well named Aurore.
floral olive oil sorbet with mandarin orange swirls.
SakeThe jewel which brightly shines at nightIs precious, but cannot measure up To the delights of drinking sake,Drowning one's troubles in the cup. Otomo no Tabito
One opal cloudlet in an oval form reflects the rainbow of a thunderstorm which in a distant valley has been staged for we are most artistically caged.
Om (AUM) is the truth of all truths, the light of all lights and the destroyer of all illusions.
I'm a...an otaku faery.
Hark! o'er the dread abyss the sea-bird screams
The rocks resound
again the lightning gleams!
Only Live Like You (OLLY)
Gleaming like a searchlight, Iowa moon, silver plate.
Tritons Trident!
alfresco
the sommelier decants
a red sunset
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,
Accurst ambition, how dearly I have bought you.
Soap shining beauty.
You left me before you left Oria.
An ancient prophecy ... pronounced, That the castle and lordship of Otranto should pass from the present family, whenever the real owner should be grown too large to inhabit it!
THE MARK OF ATHENA BABY!!!!!!
Ockham's disposable razors
Twelve-year-old Islay. Good stuff if you liked peat, smoke, earth, rain, despair, and the Atlantic Ocean, and who doesn't like that?
Food of Acheron. (Grave.)
[Lat., Pabulum Acheruntis.]
I come from south Wales. A place called Aberbargoed.
This most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o-erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire.
Oklahoma
Where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain.
O lovely eyes of azure, Clear as the waters of a brook that run Limpid and laughing in the summer sun!
God's an astronaut
Oz is over the rainbow
and Median is where the monsters live.
Ignorancy is bliss.
Om is the bow, the arrow is soul,
Is it where the flow'r of the orange blows, And the fireflies dance thro' the myrtle boughs?
Aelin of the Wildfire. Aelin Fireheart. Aelin Light-Bringer.
Upon moving to Cornwall in 1991, I became bewitched by its enchanting timeless beauty, which captured my heart and holds me still. Brooding and mysterious, the south-eastern edge of Bodmin Moor provided the wild backdrop against which the introduction to my magical training and love of nature began.
Eleutheria, the fire is burning. Eleutheria, the tables are turning.
Greek loom weight showing an owl spinning wool. The
Please ta meetcha, kid. I'm Aahz."
"Oz?"
"No Relation."
"No relation to what?" I asked, but he was examining the room again.
Dark Star Safari,
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.
Ancient mirror Macick mirror Shades of gray Hidden Forbidden Within, away Part the mist Macick kissed Call the fey Reveal the past The spell is cast I save the day!
Narrow lanes climb both slopes and come together in a great ring of elm trees which encircles the flat summit. Any wind
even the slightest
draws from the height of the elms a rushing sound, multifoliate and powerful.
the coast, irregular
The world." "Shiniest armor?
Of the authors' imagination and used fictitiously. Emerald Green Desiree Holt
Om is the creative vibration, the seed vibration. The whole existence is hidden within it, just as a giant tree is hidden within a seed.
The horizon bounded by a propitious sky, azure, marbled with pearly white.
Open, oh coloured world, without weight, without shore. You are second and better; this was first and feeble.
Angleterre Hotel,
Go! dive into the Southern Sea, and when
Th'ast found, to trouble the nice sight of men,
A swelling pearl, and such whose single worth
Boasts all the wonders which the seas bring forth,
Give it Endymion's love, whose ev'ry tear
Would more enrich the skilful jeweller.
Bergulme. Elsbeere. Hagebuche. Efeu. Scots elm. Service tree. Hornbeam.
Feathers needed, swan preferred.
My beautiful Ivey.
Gilly Gilleshpee
Zembla, Zenda, Xanadu:
All our dream-worlds may come true.
Fairy lands are fearsome too.
As I wander far from view
Read, and bring me home to you.
The elms of New England! They are as much a part of her beauty as the columns of the Parthenon were the glory of its architecture.
FaraWell or Goodbye it really doesn't matter it shows one magic. If you find it, you are a magician!
Oh tarnish late on Wenlock Edge,
Gold that I never see;
Lie long high snowdrifts in the hedge
That will not shower on me.
Ashryver eyes.
The fairest eyes, from legends old
of brightest, ringed with gold.
This couldn't be just a lake. No real water was ever blue like that. A light breeze stirred the pin-cherry tree beside the window, ruffled the feathers of a fat sea gull promenading on the pink rocks below. The breeze was full of evergreen spice.