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#ClassicLitSaturday
"I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied; --
Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide --
And now I am come, with this lost love of mine,
To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine.”
—Lochinvar, Sir Walter Scott.
🎨 James E McConnell.
#BlackCatAppreciationDay
He is quiet and small, he is black
From his ears to the tip of his tail;
He can creep through the tiniest crack
He can walk on the narrowest rail.
—Mr. Mistoffelees, T. S. Eliot
🎨James Ryman
#FairyTaleTuesday
In Slavic folklore samodivas are woodland fairies/nymphs. The Vila Samodiva leads the others in dances, and fulfills the rôle of contact between the protagonist and the mystical world, guiding or giving the hero a task to test him.
🎨Bartolomeo Giuliano
#BookLoversDay
I have lived a thousand lives and loved a thousand loves. I’ve walked on distant worlds and seen the end of time, because I read.
~ George RR Martin
#MythologyMonday An old Polish folk tale tells of a mother cat crying at a river bank as her kittens drown. A willow tree at the river’s edge sweeps its long branches into the water to rescue them. Now in spring the willow sprouts tiny furry buds where once the kittens clung.
“The world is full of great and wonderful things for those who are ready for them.”
Remembering and celebrating the legacy of Tove Jansson, writer, artist, painter and storyteller especially of Moomin tales, born #OTD in 1914.
@geonelroma @Luigina__16 @effiekalom Buona Domenica cari amici.Buona giornata internazionale del gatto.
#InternationalCatDay 🐱🐈🐈⬛
🎨Yulia Podlinnova
@be1t2h @AudryRibka @RosaTrunk Obrigada querida Beth. Feliz sábado, querida amigas. Desejo a todos um ótimo final de semana.
#FaustianFriday
Who would be
A mermaid fair,
Singing alone,
Combing her hair
Under the sea,
In a golden curl
With a comb of pearl,
On a throne?
-Alfred, Lord Tennyson, poet and longest serving poet laureate born #OTD in 1809.
🎨 John William Waterhouse
“And moving thro' a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot.”
-The Lady Of Shalott by
Alfred, Lord Tennyson, born #OTD in 1809 was a British poet.
🎨AL,T Millais
LOS JWWaterhouse