“Let the wind change direction a little bit, and their cries turned to whispers.”
Haruki Murakami (via seabois)
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“My soul is a hidden orchestra ; I know not what instruments, what fiddlestrings and harps, drums and tambours I sound and clash inside myself. All I hear, is the symphony.”
Fernando Pessoa  (via seabois)
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Julian Alden Weir - Vase and roses (1889)

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“O salted air,
Blown round the rocky headland still,
What calls me there from cove and hill?
What calls me fair
From thee, the first-born of the youthful night,
Or in the waves is coming through the dusk twilight ?”
William Allingham - Aeolian Harp
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Laura Muntz Lyall - Madonna with angels

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High on the hill-top
The old King sits;
He is now so old and gray
He’s nigh lost his wits.
With a bridge of white mist
Columbkill he crosses,
On his stately journeys
From Slieveleague to Rosses;
Or going up with music
On cold starry nights
To sup with the Queen
Of the gay Northern Lights.

They stole little Bridget
For seven years long;
When she came down again
Her friends were all gone.
They took her lightly back,
Between the night and morrow,
They thought that she was fast asleep,
But she was dead with sorrow.
They have kept her ever since
Deep within the lake,
On a bed of flag-leaves,
Watching till she wake.

William Allingham - The Fairies
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Laura Muntz Lyall - A Daffodil

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How long since I saw that fair pale face!
Ah! Mother dear! might I only place
My head on thy breast, a moment to rest,
While thy hand on my tearful cheek were prest!

On, on, a moving bridge they made
Across the moon-stream, from shade to shade,
Young and old, women and men;
Many long-forgot, but remembered then,

And first there came a bitter laughter;
A sound of tears a moment after;
And then a music so lofty and gay,
That eve morning, day by day,
I strive to recall it if I may.

William Allingham - A Dream
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Hans Heyerdahl - A Nymph

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“I experience a period of frightening clarity in those moments when nature is so beautiful. I am no longer sure of myself, and the paintings appear as in a dream.”
Vincent Van Gogh (via mirroir)
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