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There exists in the collection of the Shōsōin Repository (正倉院) of Nara, Japan a richly decorated ruanxian, which is believed to have been made in China during the 8th century (mid-Tang Dynasty), and sent as a royal gift to the Japanese emperor Shōmu (r. 724-749) from his counterpart, the Chinese emperor Xuanzong (r. 713-756). In Japanese, this instrument is called Raden shitan no genkan

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Mad Victorian Professor Inspired Bedroom Vision Board

classicsclique

this is the one

quiet-nymph

Kiftsgate Court Gardens

terpsikeraunos

Hi, I was wondering if you could tell me some of Persephone's epithets, she's my favorite goddess. Thank you!

νυκτιπόλος (nyctipolos), roaming by night

παμβασιλεία (pambasileia), queen of all, all-powerful queen

καταχθόνιος (catacthonios), subterranean

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oldmoonlullaby

oh to be there

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highassi

bitches be like "we are not the same" and i'm just like i know, thank god🙏

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elie saab | fall 2020

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Letter to Fanny Brawne from John Keats.

‘My dearest Girl,

This moment I have set myself to copy some verses out fair. I cannot proceed with any degree of content. I must write you a line or two and see if that will assist in dismissing you from my Mind for ever so short a time. Upon my Soul I can think of nothing else – The time is passed when I had power to advise and warn you again[s]t the unpromising morning of my Life – My love has made me selfish. I cannot exist without you – I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again – my Life seems to stop there – I see no further. You have absorb’d me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving – I should be exquisitely miserable without the hope of soon seeing you. I should be afraid to separate myself far from you. My sweet Fanny, will your heart never change? My love, will it? I have no limit now to my love – You note came in just here – I cannot be happier away from you – ‘T is richer than an Argosy of Pearles. Do not threat me even in jest. I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion – I have shudder’d at it – I shudder no more – I could be martyr’d for my Religion – Love is my religion – I could die for that – I could die for you. My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet – You have ravish’d me away by a Power I cannot resist: and yet I could resist till I saw you; and even since I have seen you I have endeavoured often “to reason against the reasons of my Love.” I can do that no more – the pain would be too great – My Love is selfish – I cannot breathe without you.

Yours for ever, John Keats.’