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Venison Haiku
Deer, O dear, you're
heart's centered in my cross-hairs.
I love venison.
Veni, vidi, vici. (I came, I saw, I conquered.)
This is Vee Gina.
VI VERI VENIVERSUM VIVUS VICI.
By the Power of Truth, I, while living, have Conquered the Universe.
Venissa is a perfect destination for day-trippers from Venice proper who are searching for great food and a little adventure; it's a 30-minute jaunt by vaporetto from St. Mark's, quicker by water taxi.
Vere blinked. And blinked. And blinked. And blinked.
OMG. Try to speak. Try.
Rumours of Damen's enslavement in Vere had spread like fire through the camp. To see the Veretian Prince wear the gold cuff of a palace bed slave in turn was shocking, intimate, a symbol of Damen's ownership. Damen
Note to self: Don't get on Veritas's bad side. She holds a grudge for centuries.
Whether it's Vessalius, or Nightray, there's no difference! I just want to be friends with you!
Verne frowned. "Calm down. Don't exert yourself in your condition."
Salen looked at Verne in amazement. "Don't exert --! My dear woman, we are all about to die! I don't think it damn well matters if I shit my pants at this point --
Hadrian snorted at his misplaced humor. "Not giving up yet, Hauk. Besides, you know how much I love to live dangerously. Why else would I share a domicile with Jayne? Risking her wrath is what I do for fun." "You need to find a new hobby, my friend."
-Hadrian & Fain
Norbert the Norwegian Ridgeback
She's a veela!" he said hoarsely to Harry.
"Of course she isn't!" said Hermione tartly. "I don't see anyone else gaping at her like an idiot!
Character is forged not on the mountaintop but in the valley.
VC might as well have stood for Velveeta cheese, for all I knew.
Siry answered with one simple, shattering word. Veelox.
V?"
"What?"
"I will die rather than hurt you."
~Vutch moments~
She's Verglas's greatest tragedy and last hope: the Princess Rakel.
And Vishous ... V was the worst of them. He stood by the door, staring into space. Icy before, he was glacial now, a sinkhole in the room.
-Phury's thoughts
I get a little Verlaine
for Patsy with drawings by Bonnard although I do
think of Hesiod, trans. Richmond Lattimore or
Brendan Behan's new play or Le Balcon or Les Negres
of Genet, but I don't, I stick with Verlaine
after practically going to sleep with quandariness
Velveeta: you can eat it - or wax your car with it!
Virtue makes for a cold bed.
At the outset Verna had not intended to kill anyone.
Veronika was disconcerted at first and then realized that she had nothing to lose. She was dead; what was the point of continuing to feed the fears or preconceptions that had always limited her life?
Surrender the vert platonic bond tying your soul to mine craft, the sky fades a pink shadow cast.
Let me guess, Velkan wants to see me? (Esperetta)
No. The only thing His Highness would like to see in regards to you, Princess, is your disembowelment. (Raluca)
I'd clawed my way back to the land of the living. Because of Vero. She needed me.
Hadie: If my love could save you, you would live forever.
In the last, lorn fight
'gainst the fall of long night,
the mountains stand guard,
and dead shall be ward,
for the grave is no bar to my call.
Valour that parlies is neare yeelding.
[Valor that parleys is near yielding.]
Better y'not vex y'self on what aint y'vexes. - Malstrom pg 269
They had almost reached their horses when Neal's unmistakable drawl sounded through the stable: Joren is so pretty. Say, Garvey, are you two friends because you can have him?
Where are you from, Hadrian?" "Hintindar originally - a little village south of here in Rhenydd." "Originally? What's that supposed to mean? You got yourself born someplace else recently?
Hunting, bathing, gaming, laughing: that's living (venari lavare ludere ridere occest vivere).
You're on your own little quest, an there's a bit of Frodo Baggins in you, and a bit of Verne's Paganel, and just a tiny drop of Robinson Cursoe, and a smidgeon of Radishchev.
When is she Sibyl Vane?" "Never.
You'll find that as you get vider, you'll get viser. Vidth and visdom, Sammy, alvays grows together.
The sixth and last eulogy was from Roderick, Hugo and Verna's oldest child. He wrote a three-page tribute to his father, and it was read by the reverend. Even Michael Geismar, a cold-blooded Presbyterian, finally succumbed to his emotions. The
You should not have believ'd me, for virtue cannot so
inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it. I lov'd you not.
After catching an arrow in the back and passing out in Tom the Feather's barnyard, Hadrian had woken up on a comfortable bed surrounded by lovely women. He thought he'd died and regretted every time he'd ever cursed Maribor's name.
To understand Vers libre, one must abandon all desire to find in it the even rhythm of metrical feet. One must allow the lines to flow as they will when read aloud by an intelligent reader.
heights th' immortal Gods, Jove
Veni, vidi, flevi.
I came. I saw. I cried.
Vane looked back at her one last time, knowing he would never see her again. She was so beautiful there with large, amber eyes set in the pale face of a goddess. There was something about her that reminded him of a Rubens angel. She was ethereal and lovely. And far too fragile for an animal. - Vane
Feare, the Bedle of the Law.
If there are bleachers in heaven and a warm sun, that's where you'll find Bill Veeck.
Virtue preserv'd from fell destruction's blast,
Led on by heaven, and crown'd with joy at last.
The madrigore of verjuice must be talthibianised.
Between cowardice and despair, valour is gendred.
One morning Gregor Samsa found himself, in bed, transformed into a monstrous vermin.
from Switzerland, came into the valley
Mirren? Prickly? Say it ain't so.
Lorne knows that the most exhausting people occasionally turn out the best stuff.
One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can.
Vy can't ve chust climb !
Virtue knows to a farthing what it has lost by not having been vice.
Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades High over-arch'd imbower.
Of my grandfather Verus I have learned to be gentle and meek, and to refrain from all anger and passion.
Eternal Spring, with smiling Verdue here Warms the mild Air, and crowns the youthful year . The Rose still blushes, and the vi'lets blow.
Thou seest, thou wicked varlet, now, what's come upon thee: thou art to continue, now, thou varlet; thou art to continue.
Incandesce, v.: You are the light of the far-off town, the promise on the dark path.
Coiled and personal, Laurent's gift was a Veretian whip, made of gold.
Damen recognized it.
[ ... ]
His gaze flung to Laurent. He knew he had flushed, he could feel the heat in his own cheeks. In front of the gathered generals, he couldn't say, What have you done?
After Haden is gone, I pick up the list of things I know about him and add 'sometimes talks like Thor'.
Let them (the wicked) see the beauty of virtue, and pine at having forsaken her.
[Lat., Virtutem videant, intabescantque relicta.]
I just gazed at the smoke haze above Lundene, the darkness darkening a summer sky, and wished I were a bird, high in that nothingness, vanishing. Haesten
By the way, I have a bone to pick with you." Esperetta
"Only one?" Velkan
"At the moment." Esperetta
"Then I can't wait to hear it." Velkan
"'Bram' and 'Stoker'?" Esperetta
"It was fitting, I thought." Velkan
Who would true Valour see,
Let him come hither
My face heated with embarrassment. The crossbreed member of Keystone - formerly known as the Shadow, a merciless killer - is now on the hunt for linens. Viktor
All the Danish leaders, had carved into our shield wall with his great war ax, I had faced him, beaten him, and sent him to join the einherjar, that army of the dead who feast and swive in Odin's corpse hall. What
Vaclav Havel is the figure that represents the Velvet Revolution and the reunification of Europe. He will be sorely missed.
First shall be the Guardian, a vessel of light in the darkness. Then the Shaft and the Vanguard, who shall fail and yet not fail if the Guide, the Unseen One, goes forth. And at the last shall be again the Guardian, whose portion is bitter, as bitter as gall.
Virtue rejects facility to be her companion. She requires a craggy, rough and thorny way.
Piter: Ah-ah, Baron! Is it not regrettable you were unable to devise this delicious scheme by yourself?
Baron: Someday I will have you strangled, Piter.
Piter: Of a certainty, Baron. Enfin! But a kind act is never lost, eh?
Baron: Have you been chewing verite or semuta, Piter?
Veal, by definition, is the product of a sick, anemic, deliberately malnourished calf, a newborn dragged away from his mother in the first hours of life. Veal calves are dealt the harshest of punishments for the least essential of meats.
Did I tell you what veal practice is? Oh! Veal practice involved me lying very still on the sofa trying as hard as I could to mimic the life of a veal. While eating veal. I wish I were kidding. It. Was. Magic.
Ridendo dicere severum. (tr. Through what is laughable say what is somber.)
He had been dazzled. Because of the dazzling brightness, he had had to kill [Seigen]. All who had encountered Seigen had had their hearts stolen by that brightness. That envy had turned to malice.
Hastiness is the beginning of wrath, and its end repentance.
Vella looked around. "This is really a revolting place, Yarblek," she told him.
"You've been spending too much time with Porenn," he said. "You're starting to get delicate."
"How would you like to have me gut you?" she offered.
"That's my girl.
Let valour end my life!
Navigare necesse est. Vivere non est necesse.' I've
The society killed Kendra.
...
Don't mention it to Verl. He might dive into a chasm.
Where did you go to, if I may ask?' said Thorin to Gandalf as they rode along.
To look ahead,' said he.
And what brought you back in the nick of time?'
Looking behind,' said he.
Vegemite is pretty good if you've got the right spread of butter and you spread your Vegemite light. Sometimes people spread it too thick and it's not the right consistency for it to be what it is.
Ride of the Valkyries
Venemous," Jamie corrected him. "If it bites you and makes ye sick, it's venemous; if you bite it and it makes ye sick, it's poisonous.
Jove lifts the golden balances that show
The fates of mortal men, and things below.
Damien Vesper Didn't plan on killing anyone today
No one painted a more accurate picture of military depredation than Vergil. Inspired though he was by the Latin spirit and by his pride in Rome, he nevertheless glorified Rome's true mission as one of providing the world with the rules of peace and justice.
It is for homely features to keep home,- They had their name thence; coarse complexions And cheeks of sorry grain will serve to ply The sampler and to tease the huswife's wool. What need a vermeil-tinctur'd lip for that, Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the morn?
To Meath of the pastures,
From wet hills by the sea,
Through Leitrim and Longford,
Go my cattle and me.
Virtue hath no tongue to check vice's pride.
You made the right choice," Roden whispered. "Though you did choose his name rather quickly.
"He has a skinny neck. He'd have died faster." (Jaron)
"That's why you chose me? Because it'll take me longer to die?"
"Yes, Roden, that's exactly why."
"Enough bickering!" (Vargan)
What's this for?' I said. And this veck replied, interrupting his like song an instant, that it was to keep my gulliver still and make me look at the screen. 'But,' I said, 'I want to look at the screen. I've been brought here to viddy films and viddy films I shall.
On Linden, when the sun was low,
All bloodless lay the untrodden snow,
And dark as winter was the flow
Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
AS GREGOR SAMSA AWOKE from unsettling dreams one morning, he found himself transformed in his bed into a monstrous vermin.
The Church in her worst time still hath a blessed verdure of grace about her; nay, she has sometimes exhibited most verdure when her winter has been sharpest. She has prospered most when her adversities have been most severe.
Erchomai , I am coming
Veni, I have come
Mirren, she is sugar, curiosity, and rain.
The thick plottens.