Vulcan, so men believed in days of old,
Was long distressed by Mar’s adultery
And when no punishment had any power
To thwart his wife’s amour, made manifest,
And his avenging mesh brought no amends,
He wrought this necklace as a dower to grace
Their child Harmonia on her wedding day.
At this the Cyclopes toiled, though trained for tasks
more weighty, and those famed artificers
The Telchines in friendly rivalry,
But Vulcan sweated most. He made a loop
Of emeralds the flowered with hidden fire,
And adamant engraved with shapes of doom,
And Gorgon eyes and glowing embers left
When the last thunderbolt was hammered out
On Etna’s anvils; next the gleaming crests
Of sea-dragons, and the tears the Sun’s
Sad daughters shed and gold, disastrous gold,
of Phrixus’ fleece, and then he interlaced
Plauges and the prince of serpents from the black
Locks of Tisiphone and that fell power
That Venus’ girdle proves, and craftily
Anointed every part with lunar foam
— Thebaid Book II: 269 - Thank you Jason for the discovery!
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Modèle retirant sa blouse dans l’atelier parisien de Bonnard, ca 1916 -by Pierre Bonnard[Model getting ready for pose]
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A boy like me is told he is both nine and ninety and
A boy like me should shut those books join the army
but a boy like me would never be seen fighting for peace
i want total chaos and a holiday home in the east
A boy like me should know much better
than to raise his flag in stormy weather
but i just cant get enough electric shocks
i want to buy a lighthouse and
ride a giraffe on the rocks hey
i dont give up
i want two dogs two cats a big kitchen and a welcome mat
i want all this and all shall have
i dont give up
A boy like me dont ever
give up his dream
no!
— A Boy like me - Patrick Wolf
