Examples of household taste by Walter Smith (1875) via wikimedia
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Examples of household taste by Walter Smith (1875) via wikimedia
Pre-1900s AU Drabble
Day One - @alterarnm
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Prince Alex sat by the open window, waiting and watching for the safe return of his father’s army. For weeks, he’d stayed perched on the sill, staring at the horizon for any sign of his beloved.
He saw the flags in the distance and leapt to his feet, hurrying from his chambers, through the castle he ran and stumbled until he reached his father’s side to greet the brave warriors.
The General and his Lieutenant appeared before them, both knelt before the King and the Prince. The Lieutenant took Prince Alex’s hand and they shared a secret, love filled smile.
Lace pattern with flowers (1800s) via Library of Congress
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WHEN we as strangers sought Their catering care, Veiled smiles bespoke their thought Of what we were. They warmed as they opined Us more than friends-- That we had all resigned For love's dear ends. And that swift sympathy With living love Which quicks the world--maybe The spheres above, Made them our ministers, Moved them to say, "Ah, God, that bliss like theirs Would flush our day!" And we were left alone As Love's own pair; Yet never the love-light shone Between us there! But that which chilled the breath Of afternoon, And palsied unto death The pane-fly's tune. The kiss their zeal foretold, And now deemed come, Came not: within his hold Love lingered numb. Why cast he on our port A bloom not ours? Why shaped us for his sport In after-hours? As we seemed we were not That day afar, And now we seem not what We aching are. O severing sea and land, O laws of men, Ere death, once let us stand As we stood then!
At An Inn - Thomas Hardy