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oldbookillustrations:

There cometh a dream of the past to me, On the desert sands by the autumn sea.
From Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne, Boston, 1882.
(Source: archive.org)

Fair as the dawn of the fairest day, Sad as the evening’s tender gray, By the latest lustre of sunset kissed, That wavers and wanes through an amber mist, There cometh a dream of the past to me, On the desert sands, by the autumn sea.
All heaven is wrapped in a mystic veil, And the face of the ocean is dim and pale, And there rises a wind front the chill northwest, That seemeth the wail of a soul’s unrest, As the twilight falls, and the vapors flee Far over the wastes of the autumn sea.
A single ship through the gloaming glides Upborne on the swell of the seaward tides; And above the gleam of her topmost spar Are the virgin eyes of the vesper-star That shine with an angel’s ruth on me, A hopeless waif, by the autumn sea.
The wings of the ghostly beach-birds gleam Through the shimmering surf, and the curlew’s scream Falls faintly shrill from the darkening height; The first weird sigh on the lips of Night Breathes low through the sedge and the blasted tree, With a murmur of doom, by the autumn sea.
Oh, sky-enshadowed and yearning main, Your gloom but deepens this human pain; Those waves seem big with a nameless care, That sky is a type of the heart’s despair, As I linger and muse by the sombre lea, And the night shades close on the autumn sea.

opallynn:

oldbookillustrations:

There cometh a dream of the past to me,
On the desert sands by the autumn sea.

From Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne, Boston, 1882.

(Source: archive.org)

Fair as the dawn of the fairest day, 
Sad as the evening’s tender gray, 
By the latest lustre of sunset kissed, 
That wavers and wanes through an amber mist, 
There cometh a dream of the past to me, 
On the desert sands, by the autumn sea.

All heaven is wrapped in a mystic veil, 
And the face of the ocean is dim and pale, 
And there rises a wind front the chill northwest, 
That seemeth the wail of a soul’s unrest, 
As the twilight falls, and the vapors flee 
Far over the wastes of the autumn sea.

A single ship through the gloaming glides 
Upborne on the swell of the seaward tides; 
And above the gleam of her topmost spar 
Are the virgin eyes of the vesper-star 
That shine with an angel’s ruth on me, 
A hopeless waif, by the autumn sea.

The wings of the ghostly beach-birds gleam 
Through the shimmering surf, and the curlew’s scream 
Falls faintly shrill from the darkening height; 
The first weird sigh on the lips of Night 
Breathes low through the sedge and the blasted tree, 
With a murmur of doom, by the autumn sea.

Oh, sky-enshadowed and yearning main, 
Your gloom but deepens this human pain; 
Those waves seem big with a nameless care, 
That sky is a type of the heart’s despair, 
As I linger and muse by the sombre lea, 
And the night shades close on the autumn sea.

vogue:

Nicki Minaj Photographed by Steven Klein for the March Issue of Vogue

vogue:

Nicki Minaj Photographed by Steven Klein for the March Issue of Vogue


“Lord of the flies”

“Lord of the flies”

(Source: powertoit, via kingnormanpornblog)

Good afternoon!

Hello tumblr, It’s been a while! 

Thank you to those if you who have recently followed me, It was a pleasant surprise when I logged in to see messages in my inbox from you all :)

Now off to blog and re-blog! 

Have a nice day 

opallynn:

oldbookillustrations:

There cometh a dream of the past to me, On the desert sands by the autumn sea.
From Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne, Boston, 1882.
(Source: archive.org)

Fair as the dawn of the fairest day, Sad as the evening’s tender gray, By the latest lustre of sunset kissed, That wavers and wanes through an amber mist, There cometh a dream of the past to me, On the desert sands, by the autumn sea.
All heaven is wrapped in a mystic veil, And the face of the ocean is dim and pale, And there rises a wind front the chill northwest, That seemeth the wail of a soul’s unrest, As the twilight falls, and the vapors flee Far over the wastes of the autumn sea.
A single ship through the gloaming glides Upborne on the swell of the seaward tides; And above the gleam of her topmost spar Are the virgin eyes of the vesper-star That shine with an angel’s ruth on me, A hopeless waif, by the autumn sea.
The wings of the ghostly beach-birds gleam Through the shimmering surf, and the curlew’s scream Falls faintly shrill from the darkening height; The first weird sigh on the lips of Night Breathes low through the sedge and the blasted tree, With a murmur of doom, by the autumn sea.
Oh, sky-enshadowed and yearning main, Your gloom but deepens this human pain; Those waves seem big with a nameless care, That sky is a type of the heart’s despair, As I linger and muse by the sombre lea, And the night shades close on the autumn sea.

opallynn:

oldbookillustrations:

There cometh a dream of the past to me,
On the desert sands by the autumn sea.

From Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne, Boston, 1882.

(Source: archive.org)

Fair as the dawn of the fairest day, 
Sad as the evening’s tender gray, 
By the latest lustre of sunset kissed, 
That wavers and wanes through an amber mist, 
There cometh a dream of the past to me, 
On the desert sands, by the autumn sea.

All heaven is wrapped in a mystic veil, 
And the face of the ocean is dim and pale, 
And there rises a wind front the chill northwest, 
That seemeth the wail of a soul’s unrest, 
As the twilight falls, and the vapors flee 
Far over the wastes of the autumn sea.

A single ship through the gloaming glides 
Upborne on the swell of the seaward tides; 
And above the gleam of her topmost spar 
Are the virgin eyes of the vesper-star 
That shine with an angel’s ruth on me, 
A hopeless waif, by the autumn sea.

The wings of the ghostly beach-birds gleam 
Through the shimmering surf, and the curlew’s scream 
Falls faintly shrill from the darkening height; 
The first weird sigh on the lips of Night 
Breathes low through the sedge and the blasted tree, 
With a murmur of doom, by the autumn sea.

Oh, sky-enshadowed and yearning main, 
Your gloom but deepens this human pain; 
Those waves seem big with a nameless care, 
That sky is a type of the heart’s despair, 
As I linger and muse by the sombre lea, 
And the night shades close on the autumn sea.

vogue:

Nicki Minaj Photographed by Steven Klein for the March Issue of Vogue

vogue:

Nicki Minaj Photographed by Steven Klein for the March Issue of Vogue

urhajos:

‘Lesser Known Uses’ by Aaron Thong

urhajos:

Lesser Known Uses’ by Aaron Thong


“Lord of the flies”

“Lord of the flies”

(Source: powertoit, via kingnormanpornblog)

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