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To The Nightshade
Clarke Ashton Smith

Sullen and sinister, darkly dull of leaf,
Thou rearest amid the brighter flowers,
Like a presage of evil in dreams of joyance—
Evil of beauty thy blossoms,
And purple like the agony of Death,
And their fruit as its livid consummation.
Such a flower art thou
As might spring from the rotting of ancient sin,
Its unavoidable latter confession,
Or from the corroded altar-stone,
Now merged with the blood of its victims—
A hideous and fruitful wedlock—
In some place of sacrifice to monstrous gods.

[By Danielle | Base | Bird]

Rubaiyat VII
Omar Khayyam

Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring
Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling:
The Bird of Time bas but a little way
To flutter--and the Bird is on the Wing.

[By Kurisu | Base]

When my love did what I
would not, what I would not
Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

When my love did what I would not, what I would not,
I could hear his merry voice upon the wind,
Crying, "Fairest, shut your eyes, for see you should not.
Love is blind!"

[By Liz | Base]

Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Her lips were red, her looks were free,
Her locks were yellow as gold :
Her skin was as white as leprosy,
The Night-mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she,
Who thicks man's blood with cold.

[By Lucy | Base]

[By Aly | Base]

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow
William Shakespeare

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now,
Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held:
Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,
To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.
How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use,
If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count and make my old excuse,'
Proving his beauty by succession thine!
This were to be new made when thou art old,
And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold

[By qherself | Base]

To Helen
Edgar Allan Poe

Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche
How statue-like I see thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy Land!

Ryoshi is a male doller from Brazil.
He has a major in Literature and a minor in WebDesign, liking poetry and painting alike. He started dolling back in 2004 and prefers a more realistic approach to the theme, wich he tends to execute at Adobe Photoshop, pixel by pixel. Talking about visual arts, he likes Pop and Op art, as well as Baroque.
He welcomes averyone to C+C and enjoy the site — and apologises for using the third person.

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