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'For he would rather have, by his bedside, twenty books, bound in black or red, of Aristotle and his philosophy, than rich robes or costly fiddles or gay harps.'
-The Canterbury Tales.
#ClassicLitSaturday is ready for your tweets! Today's theme is banned books!
🎨Ezra Winter
'And those that slept, they dreamed of ill
And dreadful things:
Of skies grown red with rending flames
And shuddering hills that cracked their frames;
Of twilights foul with wings.'
-Conrad Aiken
🎨Fitzgerald
#ClassicLitSaturday #31DaysOfHalloween
“There exists close to me an invisible being that lives on milk and on water, which can touch objects, take them and change their places...
...and which lives as I do, under my roof”
(“Le Horla” by Guy de Maupassant)
🎨 Anna&Elena Balbusso
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“I was pretending that I did not speak their language; on the moon we spoke a soft, liquid tongue, and sang in the starlight, looking down on the dead dried world.”
- Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle.
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🎨 Ferdinand Knab
'He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.'
-Lord Tennyson
🎨Bruno Liljefors
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The Crocodile 🐊
How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!
How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in,
With gently smiling jaws! #ClassicLitSaturday 🐊
As wave is driven by wave
And each, pursued, pursues the wave ahead,
So time flies on and follows, flies, and follows,
Always, for ever and new. What was before
Is left behind; what never was is now;
And every passing moment is renewed.
Ovid
Metamorphoses
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'And Pan made sing for thee his forest-hive;
Aye on the shores of darkness there is light,
And precipices show untrodden green.'
-John Keats
Tomorrow's optional theme: literature inspired by mythology! Use #ClassicLitSaturday for a retweet!
🎨Edmund Dulac
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore,—
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." Edgar Allan Poe #ClassicLitSaturday
'Just at the mirk and midnight hour
The fairie folk will ride,
And they that wad their truelove win,
At Miles Cross they maun bide.'
-Robert Burns's version of Tam Lin
🎨Thomas Maybank
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Down upon the Spaniard they bore through the dusk of the night, they swarmed up the side of the unsuspecting ship and upon
its decks in a torrent - pistol in one hand and cutlass in the other. And so the great prize was won.
Howard Pyle, Book of Pirates
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‘Mak ready, mak ready, my merry men aw!
Our gude ship sails the morn.’
‘Nou eer alack, ma maister dear,
I fear a deadly storm.’
‘A saw the new muin late yestreen
Wi the auld muin in her airm...’
-Sir Patrick Spens
🎨Knud Baade
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'But ships are but boards, sailors but men. There be land rats and water rats, water thieves and land thieves—I mean pirates—and then there is the peril of waters, winds, and rocks.'
-The Merchant of Venice, Shakespeare
🎨Thomas Moran
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#ClassicLitSaturday game #Bookwormstory
You spend an enchantingly disenchanted day in the big city. Show us your wardrobe, your route through the city, where you eat lunch and who you meet
"Good Puzzle would be cross Dublin without passing a pub." https://t.co/QeSlKRhtBK
“A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors.” (Charles Baudelaire)
🖼️ Carlos Schwabe
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"For she had no sort of objection to turning her back upon so dismal an abode, and she would have been heartily glad never to have set foot in the inside any more."
The Horrors of Oakendale Abbey, ca 1797
by 'Mrs. Carver'
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#ClassicLitSaturday "I saw something moving round the foot of the bed, which at first I could not accurately distinguish. But I soon saw that it was a sooty-black animal that resembled a monstrous cat" #Caturday
Irish writer Sheridan Le Fanu, #BOTD 1814,"Carmilla"🎨Yana Moskaluk
Let Scots, while Scots, praise Hardyknute,
Let Norse the name ay dread,
Ay how he faught, aft how he spar'd,
Shall latest ages read.
Hardyknute, (attributed to)
Lady Elizabeth Wardlaw, (1719)
🎨Wilson Alexander, (1790)
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"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.
Pink, small, and punctual,
Aromatic, low,
Covert in April,
Candid in May,
Dear to the moss,
Known by the knoll,
Next to the robin
In every human soul.
Bold little beauty,
Bedecked with thee,
Nature forswears
Antiquity.
~ May Flower. Emily Dickinson
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