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I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say.
Daphne duMaurier
Rebecca
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The story of a #SwampYankee princess — possibly a fairy #changeling with power over animals — whose disappearance has a profound effect on a family. Alvan Fisher, "#MerrimackRiver Landscape" #BookWormSat "Regional Literature" #NewHampshire https://t.co/yAB80aF0Uo
#BookWormSat 'Our legends of witchcraft & sorcery are very poor, and in some of these,...,the witch is evidently a fairy.The reason of this is not that the belief in witchcraft is extinct among the Basques,but because it is so rife.'Wentworth Webster,Basque Legends🎨Isaac Levitan
There is a blessing in the air,
Which seems a sense of joy to yield
To the bare trees, and mountains bare,
And grass in the green field.
~ William Wordsworth
🎨 Finelia Grace
#BookWormSat #BookChatWeekly #WatercolourWednesday #Painting
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"You can't cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water"
~ Rabindranath Tagore
🎨 Rembrandt
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"I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn't it? Look at these maple branches. Don't they give you a thrill--several thrills?”
🖼️Valentina Jaskina
#BookwormSat #Canada #annewithane #booktwt
“I have sailed over Rungholt town today,
six hundred years ago it was washed away.
The waves still pound there, wild and harsh,
just as before, when they destroyed the marsh.
...
From the sea comes a weird and mocking shriek: Trutz, blanke Hans!" (Liliencron)
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Bengali literature
Folk Tales of Bengal (1883) by Lal Behari Dey
Illustrations by Warwick Goble
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"You have wakened not out of sleep, but into a prior dream, and that dream lies within another, & so on, to infinity, which is the number of grains of sand. The path that you are to take is endless, and you will die before you have truly awakened."
Jorge Luis Borges
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“I...confirm the fact - with a certain bittersweet melancholy - that everything in the world brings me back to a quotation or a book.”
Jorge Luis Borges, Atlas
🖼 by Giuseppe Arcimboldo
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Soft hair, hair that is all the softness of the world:
without you lying in my lap, what silk would I enjoy?
sweet the ancient sadness, at least for the few hours it slips between my hands.
—Gabriela Mistral, Children’s Hair
🎨 Marie Fischerova Kvechova
"Only those who dare may fly"
The Story of a Seagull and the Cat Who Taught Her to Fly
🖋 Luis Sepúlveda Chilean writer and Greenpeace activist
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🎨 Edmund Dulac
The library is inhabited by spirits that come out of the pages at night.
—Isabel Allende
The House of the Spirits
art by Justyna Dura
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‘Grey and furtive in the final twilight,
he lopes by, leaving his spoor along the bank
of this nameless river that has quenched the thirst
of his throat, these waters that repeat no stars.’ A Wolf, Borges. 🐺
Join us on #BookWormSat for a day of South American literature.
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"Go not to the Nixie’s pool!
In those waters dim and cool
Gleams a pale and lovely face
Framed in hair like green fern-lace,
Arms of more than mortal grace
Smooth as lily, and as cool."
Leah Bodine Drake, Weird Tales May 1946
🎨 Arthur Rackham, The Rhinemaidens
Poe’s Dupin was a first: a weird, detective genius: 🔍
“Let him talk,” said Dupin, who had not thought it necessary to reply. "Let him discourse; it will ease his conscience, I am satisfied with having defeated him in his own castle.”
-Edgar Allan Poe’s Dupin
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A @LibraryThing friend posted this @GuardianBooks cartoon in her thread today.
I had a long, cathartic howl of laughter. I hope #BookWormSat #amreading #SatSplat #BookLover folk will, too.
#BookWormSat - “To visit Yuggoth would drive any weak man mad - yet I am going there. The black rivers of pitch that flow under those mysterious Cyclopean bridges - things built by some elder race extinct and forgotten...”
~ The Whisperer in Darkness - H.P. Lovecraft
In Lovecraft's At the Mountains of Madness, the narrator's friend known as Danforth completes his descent into insanity in Antarctica by repeatedly chanting the station names of Boston's Red Line. #BookWormSat #BookChatWeekly
"In the tunnels of that twisted wood, whose low prodigious oaks twine groping boughs and shine dim with the phosphorescence of strange fungi, dwell the furtive and secretive zoogs" (Lovecraft)
🎨 V. Ermolaev "Zoogs" (2016)
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