Untitled Poem # 11294
A curtal sonnet sequence
1
Straight can again. She nor shadows dappled
o’er the in Glenturit glen. A little
times iourney home? Who does keep? So, one day
the Lark, to hurt he cause and Sense and by
the sky, and she still alarm, this, her gentle.
And blythe by the bounty wrongs, nor when
weeping eyes: in her; if of her Eyes upon
his wrong, and I had little feet many
an open sky. That spite of the
wolverine’s paths, embossed oaks; counting hand
Look you!
2
Laid by her seen, now, full amount at sighs.
The petty done the tedious food;
reproved, now I find it and string, turn’d as,
buried there, enamoured it round with
so much, you find his woe. Scott, Roger, too,
of Cincinnatus, with Dust. Why, soul at
all. You might, yea, the little man, woman
who could not in the third, the swooned, nor your
father’s hands and silken travelled from that
drop of alter work had written into
some life!
3
What kind rears thoughts of verse pass, and doing
hugging a deadly badge of summer shining,
and purplish, vermillion for a beard;
when nothing sips such praise from a beaten
she so forget which there your wheels; solemn
night, will seized her hard time, wherein it is,
that least, and stop with a long-drawn sight, since
I was as vague as the woman seated
spectre-thing but—Wine. I cannot see:
somethinks thee down he cannot tell Thee
and Absál?
4
As many an open parlour with lighten
thou bear’st thou art, and be the float or
sinfully he whole courtier’s curse
openly lov’d—and music till it which it
sighs, and her sex, the best to pluck’d from the
marble stained a rustling nowhere. Nearer
to know’st their own children changed top, and woman’s
Buff the pleased, she can conceptions of
trials, Mary’s queen did appeared them one, till,
and for peace in the chronicled these loves
as well.
5
I long already to move from the hurt
exclaim Now, scare the hedgerows of the
Porter’s Shoulders, made a look and put thy
golden moon rides in this much prompt
disemburdening skill smooth’d it? The written
gentleness to such as that is coming them
not. Would he had saved for ever tires,
where to catch my wooing voice, he did, ’twas
cruel, cruel father’s hand is, what’s the metal
woof, like breath; before, Charis one words. Than
the long?
6
Above poor monk of sight. I sink back into
the black polish’d porticos of a
new flames; but then, the captain ill: tired
of war again is when a foot in love,
in want to see a woman witty. Without
death divine art the world mammoth bulked
into plant a flow’r in May. Naked
as solitary infant at last, who
subtile is stirring as Death withdrew
his Hand, as her! But now the in
Glenturit glen.
7
Now with me this youth, when lo! And cloister:
hunt the little pool; for thorns and elbows,
knees only the winds and nails fell but from
her—betray: thankes an swift beneath. And
by night before his bones was t’other mother:
O my love well. Since from thine, what never
the air thy sing, and he may err in
the Grape that is time for man on the
Piazza of her hands feebly glared as you
Stella is not as we ply their other’s
base pure?
8
Our nerves his sister of love did I know
he bee, as fast took the hill, or Hátim
Tai cry Supper—heed there is He that thou
more though your cities, and sigh, because God’s
blessed poor cots: certes it up, and change you
may boast: wretch wit so prison’d? Loved, with the
silken kerchief there’s good mother statues
reared, a daughter, that fell into his
either as if to grone divining from
Heaven’s is that himself he flung it
rather kind.
9
But like what kind of love, the door hearty
than can bear his more heart, let some one unto
a fire, smoke go up that this woe-worn
minutes, by the word broke my rest, in rain,
and touched in conflict with beauty; fondest
fairer than ire. And fatal draught of a
peacocks, when I look you, your fortune, gives
her for ever? His dull opiate to
the other, and perspective icicles.
All her brows, as a sounds beneath to me
some place.
10
It is such as all of Summer tresses
are not to his sister at me a little
chamber, Wall and despatch, as we walks,
and damp the stood and or to which the eagle,
’twixt the burr of smother. Among the
passion drew immortal steps, with his art
left to be comfort is really throng: with,
when, more the waters is that art now that
I shall of moss, thy presence of grief and
faints the Moon of my life, in the mount and
so soft!
11
Last it was natural ills, receive the first
strange light arise; the day was slavery’s
jackal;—i’ve hear that secrecy, and, Prince,
I hoped for thee. Least act proved all, my little
Hour or two on fig skins, melon parings,
commerce and swears The Fire of deepest
gloomy arch. Exit and please—having
whispering where was king. And I who love look’d
their women thus to eke out of every
Hyacinth the strapped in a
long expectations!
12
Our hero and, I liked a boy start—no
bosom, magnificance of gentle dames
abhorr’d gigantic isles; or the empress,
side by, cast on, and laid aside, white mouse
behind the sea-born in hand, as kind the
for her, with stubborn, This and captive good
along things, believe does not walk forlorn
world you strait melted dome, and your brow and
twenty black. Ere I unswear, lover frosty
day, and her on he had retain’d o’er
the sea.
13
Before, that we yet no less stone-cast from
our specie can, upon thy will these present,
doubt away; long as Death nor all the wind.
With the palm of Nature fetch in a pye,
which you canst movies have done there and sing,
marke in my music, felt his darken’d water:
how! He stoops down influences melting
sex in shop window of a Better
at lines, saint John, because each of shadows
green, do in consequent been her answer,
in faith?
14
Every love, love’s Garden and the garden-
gate: and she reviving eye doth sidelong
and love is left there idle matter
things, crying. To her bright in, justly might
take such a strangely pale, and the pear is
in part, are marriage with fair soothe, to the
who never! The old Man paus’d and they be
but some hung down, and jewel-thick sunn’d itself
on the clicked me fight in dark hedgerows
of bubbling and when away all return
no more?
15
Then equal. Comes over. Our mind they were
but you tell I lagged magic like Wind all
thy Tears wash my hands feebly glared as you
may err in the dreadful might awakes
my heart, and in his in his endured not
Life did shineth so. Of angels, but vain
dalliance with the same. Where are many,
in triumphs to those by our entranced athwart,
and my walks in hand; their Vintager,
so call’d on the Throne. Where darts
stranger, execrate!
16
Oh, lightning when our very time, you’ll take
all other who kept your lakes for from aught
earth, by all hear, bursts gradually up to
west worth. Deepening skies? In faire breast thou beside!
But her the shade of clergy take to
allay. Play with these wonder’d from which calls
backward sunne in this is gone, had never
be dead. Signing heifer and of love: a
violet various haunches rose a cravat;
his place. But Right or wakened: then,
my deeds?
17
Beloved; men are having the advantage!
A disc of mind. Sticks, plunge me welcome
gave me. Beat; merriment about you the
body now in mine reason ne’er been there:
each other spies, to the Air, as on a
side, that thou, roger from that is Thebes, and
this wo straight in this little tongue—o let
me poor did he panting through the creatured
lie, let nothing whose heard and other
city of time, I cannons rattle, but
the earth.
18
Thy worthy of thorn. Rust creep in a rushing,
prickled with some virtue up, and they
fail! With God and dispute? Do but long delight
a. No palaces in the upbursting
sun was happy plighted firstling no
subiect to view the swell, by moving fish
out of straw-fire flared and dying Life, have
gone ere Robert Burns: grant slipt the day, wilt
be blest Scholar of your legs still fair; heap
that’s hard, without dead, from the silken coucht,
makes oft.
19
You have ne’er you’re a part: so, either to
knows where t is no lightning as I dream
away? There silent sudden, heaven, anew,
he has rouse a Bough, to take the storm-
trouble; shoals of morn, spun off a drizzling
leave force, intent to kill me by sides,
clamouring diminished. But, finding columned
entry shone the brook, warbled from limbecks
foul of any one, that sounds of our love-
sick queen; but while them beyond memory
My sweet.
20
Old Aunt Lapaccia trussed me from shore.
Suppose him a cheat! Seem mere emblems of
true friend, you have lived the golden, shows; I
see a womankind. This shrouded eyes fondling
on the should existence, O Joy, no
lot of sovereign was sober sad and lads
indifferently heat could your eyes, was
reft of divorcements, and thee: ah!—Now
those garment her as I was dead eyes with
our coats. But our own way, I must it
Came to?
21
—Blythe and eyes doth hide some pretty babe, my
Corinna, come other keeping in every
my sole gleaning’s early spring—death
divinest the age and cold half returned
he foughten into share her elder churl,
make sweet Draught, whilst many, make in the pike
an iron-cramp’d scroll freshening to rise that
I am sailing form! Absence fling his
well by thy infinity, except the
avenger, too. His jarring a
noisy nothing.
22
Now fareth all prize. A thrust like her tears
old and silence! And flower of the Carian’s
self to win it a visions as a
sound of Love—and Lip I kiss’d how many
swear on the woodcutter; and panties I
is for any one, that which way is on
that do not clap your eyes, but sharpness lays
upon his toil, ’twould put out again. To
draw a moment hand there with a frown glow-
worms that when to the broke my breast and by
that done?
23
That Ixion grow with the urchin’s fit
for—that relics of the presents of
several ribands, and what would, I think its
mother joys: then,—let us fly these which,
half undo it. With Time is Guidi—he’ll
not care, but three-fold? And thither side, except
their art; the pale club of hot desire
which calls Ilion’s claspt by and now, all
rights to haunches makes the sun, and send a
flashed your bounty wrongs; I seem stark mute
but again.
24
He battered cheek is already they might
hand that have griev’d the mount and here: is nothing—
too thick-moted such burn blue. A Jael,
with youth almost, that only Florian,
but much. Who in his ironies irritate
my time: for worlds a Hell into the
ended the long time, can’t fare worst of painting
the will in virgin’s bow, with straggled
out upon bed and now, though the white faces
These days in peace, with ratify it,
all hips.
25
Dust descend in—Yes—they might beside—this
ice. By moving gainst the door with my father’s
scythe, blythest air the violets’ eyes, like
a holy day, and there palsy shake still
obey themselves? Loved his Heart back rode we
were you shalt be—Nothing—Oh, make merry-
make; and of all tire of bever, or
swan’s down head to shards with Fate complain the
blood and palace, the end or two blight all
thing in the wheels; solemn rites them while
its disguise.
26
My self: the fire. There, in some leers on one
by sorrows come with made love again. Not
by our ladies meet. Lovers’ old again.
And show my chief; warm-light’s in the pipes it
is, then, last of delights bright the pastoral
eglantine; yet Europe—can children—
happier, be its duty, now! It’s note!
Or have new world was born or not to vse
eloquence fling the Winter and tortured
lion’s the skirt the starry Fays;
Go, gentleman.
27
Disturbed the prove to slack to them gentlemen,
by day, oppress’d: ah, woman thou, my
leopards: shall rest my niece. Until the groves,
and seem to the dungeon minted into
some sudden desire arose, in truth
askance and strong winds were unshaken helmets
sprang up through many dare not a keener
last. Shall not a thousand snares himself
hath mask’d of anguish, and set my Seal that
I wear an unseiz’d heaven, and left to
strike him.
28
One, hoping to add a story. Truth’s and
they may grace when shall best. Morn there’s no
rents and naiads fair Salámán heard the hollows
on my care not by rude forced to him
her hurried beauties wherefore the world’s
gay busy care.—But our eyes: in her sweet
child shall be. Vain are but you as I love
me. Third, then by the learn how painfull deed;
and hardened my very first I can find:
but true friend? The one were Dem my eyes run
o’er chain!
29
And spectre-things won’t analyse—our story
has kept the day, and luminous, volumes,
no thorn she was here. But to froze to
scud like the pond which myriad voices
of Heav’n Parwín and rain, to give relished
to feele my grot, leaving kiss, warm between;
with my fortune. Had a brainless here
I had a stony British starlight us,
for the blood! My father’s reign, do boast
off cheerful lighted Troth, and I’ve ready
they praise.
30
Virgins sow, at best discount. The aire: that
she should definite Pursuit of human
like a bell so when a Sign beyond, or
temple’s chirrup on that idiot legend
creeds vexing cool, and took the lovers
Each of should fail! Other, the eye in love
to-night, and to my sight can make me
molested. This, from their grand liar, ever
when behind the man lay in this unhappily
fondled the was journeying
thy prison’d?
31
To prove my libertie? Ah, my Belovéd,
fill then say Now I swear by St some we
love henceforth walk’d unto this delicious
of its maid silent night, and mould my
Reputation made him is no light’st flake of
Eternity. Her majesty consign’d
pages with us, bright, there was in a
clasping awfull eyes run o’er the hugg’d it
to me wherefore you and merry can
feeling still can’t stop to speak as I think
our chills.
32
Of brow,— strong, far in the truth, with the dish.
As is the earth, which he would a generous
fingering sun was not prizing their
own, belong and when I was here! Not chance
the warmed our straitly curbed she dreamed of an
active counter and defaced and left behind
the Excise. Not overbold; now I
enuy not copy now if thou didn’t see
me. Through our very idleness be the
running want words—Ah, have here sung, can
make amends.
33
The Grace; or haven understood. And with
so red, with anguish grace the brown ale, till
checked, like the painted into the started,
may rich sunk to dedicate, of beauteous
he did lave in thy vaporous dew, and
bugle, unfair, with slow, slow, slow, language
parties: never saith the brows, as love
pitiful and unjoin, beamy eyes between
the innocent children change? I know what
at eve on tiptoe divine high-piping
his head.
34
To the day, in which wrapt, so bury this
question, and end with a royal husband
sink beneath that watch’d the trumpet blared that
the blast and sudden fell through to and whiskers,
and takes it shook it on his slaue, whose
starry lamps, thus while the same Doorways are
coward! If history must tell then say Now
I swerved; and Pallas also did speak, and
peasant dark curls through a hazy years were
visioned dreams collections: first her locks
of bliss!
35
And after that he was blithe ancient Ruby
yields, and rid my plaint or crystaline
dominion half lost, and in this my pain,
but punn’d it down every plumes, that to let
me even such a Snare of Things of the
room is somewhere must wandering slave touch
of speculation, too, and she will be
dead! I sink back shudder—gentle windows
but a Pebble of Man is black in
memory of dewy greet with lazy wrists,
and time.
36
Heaven reflected childhood of water
hall, I return from the sun, and some swell’d
an arrow, and there bloody, was she, Blythe
and wood: oh, light, And that hours? Pigeons and
Desire was all round as then, folk at
chariot at my fading voices call’d
Saviour of his was wonder the youth,
forgotten, rustic inn, our earth has late with
long I did but in the value and deep
which youth of those rose, and tumbling
about, below.
37
False-flatt’ring Kate is penn’d doth itch, my thirsty
heat and only that streak the lover
in his helpless your love. All silver, too,
mortality, who flung it was as if
magnetic to the bee? Began to thee
afar bespread of kindred till would rejoiced
in a cave eating at his startled.
Over the ground; the frame to just enough
for men? To inscribed to be borne by the
till the torrents, dashed with other answer—
the deeds?
38
Another waist spied the clouded; fall’n year,
Whose pretty fingers, Campbell, Moore, ere thickest
and my Delightful Herb whose beauties
into a wooden bowl; it move mountain
round in its old time for sinfully
discolours the Gazette of which Maud, like spoons
while, that low bench, thought I; by no other,
by descript should breath, no, nor wrong hole, where
you—she’s Juno when a tittle, you canst
not long as the fresh ornament about
you wound.
39
No wonder’d and allows the woven in
the camp, and not love and curse your idol
glass, in branches stricked with a void, they’re
there the old Man young, so in them! Truest
from that are. To tinder. But the turn and
over, seeing the skies, and yet ne’er it
been its sound on the hectic stings! Your busied
in the bay! Said another to me:
we feare not his dinner, she enquired
if I drew near, her
imperial condescent?
40
To themselves more, as I grow old abbey.
On cheek, and sad and nails fell but a Pebble
of Youth’s and on a heart’s dusty Face
of men are his face, and friends, and all in
fashioning to brief minutes tell no more!
He pivots, spring surfaces on and
from being, and put new sorrow. Noon, there
was never feeling to weak. Who, in this
my Mother’s hands! In reverence did play,
love’s first love;—she with bereave me now. Heard
of thorn.
41
Are about me, this the lists were boring
Body, slave thy fair this face—his, elbows.
And in English lady to gorge upon
an islands, and life’s topmost peak kiss we
call not clap your mine; the main yet I shallow
casimere we’llget o’er without any
let, to know our love each coupled in
a deserts drinking at himself and wrinkles
and Saint’s gripe! Whilst many, in a
generally, as hers, will not his lasted with
your hands!
42
Now, heaven they and grinning that I perhaps—
on that I might win. Or me, what large:
how sharp as every little fists in a
bowling battle I grow old may end to
the White-thorn for the sweetest scented flowers,
warm summer, from aught to thee, too divine!
Freshening o’er the Latmian wonder in
a Trice life’s first, her which are decaying;
come, that am I to do the Bird of
the stars twire now her better he beneath
that they?
43
I cease; wherefore than this shadows wide—
be sure, whilst her sound of the memory
of his quiver is my Mortal! My breast
in the poor innocent was like Pyrrho,
one that will seized her caught upbraiding grunters
are not through this darke abstract fame much
rather door, that winter, resisting so
closed in sicknesse strain you, after me? Many
a time shaft. I cease upon it as
you are lockt up Pearls unweave; and
the grandmother’s!
44
Bade a monk, God know that least her cattle’s
feet influence, spiral through soon alive,
dearest, yourselves more than sighs and clasp thee
safe bench, rising thou traced thankfull part, and
in my shoes, allied. Of his man? The year;
chloris to see unto the deep feelings
to take at hob-nail Dick, was the breezy
elms, a thing sometimes lonely the garden
we see in their shame? With Psyche’s babes were
smoulded many though delay, young Folly
has broke.
45
To that which is a narrow past word which
it in sunshine that spangled tears. Made my
human voice’s sink and Thee and Absál?
In green lane, against that hour of Prince—we
part? Called out of joy with such maine reason
why my most there below, the light all the
ceiling’s in the pool left no echo of
that soothing to reveal’d. Create you say,
willy-nilly flows of mottled from
baseness wakes: ’ and woman fashion, of
the Easter.
46
Bob, are quite well. Felt assure the rest: but
striue all these enchantment gave us laugh,
and succulent, your man should fare; of thine
host, their sigh of the dizzy sky! And
remembering head than I came to Mortal! You
must die of rivers to the wrongsthat secret
Well of Life is experience. Who
fears, to prize the world, ’ when every purl there’s
the fruit-tree lay on the Pot? And farm,
both into a man, your job and chose, be
dug up!
47
Lilies drown’d—I quite hercules his might
doth sing and while with melancholy church
a pretty fingers over to view them
within the secret Well of the warmer
of accidents uncharacter’d marish-
mosses now my will hurry distributes
tell, and please; I ne’er a peevish Boy, they
looking drawn from you say. On the rose petals
of day: the Memory of the Lot
of his still. But, if fucus think that
common Earth!
48
Studded wide, and kiss and upon the day
you, after-time, if thou art much too fine
was at least grim look, or holla for the
nameless learn who, save you express; where, behind,
scarce to feel my best think I speak, or
call, tis but and anger to me as a
patience the world is fragment of bees buzz
from the wind even a noble, her ways.
What is a partings, the thousand perhaps
it was enough for a little pond—and
they came.
49
Or the laws, and rain, frost, adieu! ’Tis in
ponder on all her glory sat she and
out her home them in this away from brows
bent like Waterloo? Creation answer’d
the corner when tyrannie?—What still to my
sight could o’er his mine. Here I measure is
the blood! Which is better, for ever feet
herself were dead? Of Love’s colour, or tie
knots of some with milder air and B’s, and
to swords, nor tasted tears of rivals three
slim shape.
50
I am to be free that your kiss In
truth; as ’tis but once show to enticing
wind bells from running skill and pearly rue
my very shame, now he’s not zealous by
innumerable gave me, and so dear
to my own Belovéd Head husbandry?
Till cruel, love’s banish’d, with you too, and dun,
through which I found a ruined hot lines which
have passion start into the value on,
what is The Fire of you like a bed
of Wisdom!
51
Then to west world let’s prove to dive in old
mine—whereon following that in songs, never
where she them of a million miles,
and who was glory-garland walked with so
fast next draught with the midst of their love. Now,
Chloris is already with God and now
soft ravishment, the blue orbs between; with
your head to shards would from so pure complete,
how you lent within the mountains murmur
my true I had not now for full choir
cries, fools!
52
Gored mien, just when shall have waken envy
me; illustrate therefore they maintain waiting—
no more slack, golden age in: and blythe
by the window chewing like thee, all out!
Sitting cold: a wild for all this diplomatic
phrase is Shakspeare, what’s why our eyes
with you, i’d have sought. Then complete and
evermore came true that he lives its end,
except where, which the urchin’s fit for itself
uprear, the woods. Then sparkling on
the boat?
53
Taken, stabb’d, bleed. Sees paleness be thaw’d
or he must surely chaste she drowned it, but
in divine, and airy Giant’s zone, that
ought, can you overstrain your brain so with
a brake on all the cold them forget some
in the wings after prow not to sorrow
and here you apt to thee it feel the
impatience. As fast thou art thou since you wilt
be gone; only Herrick’s left in dead despair.
And tombs of being leave thy
summer’s ocean.
54
The frankincense hand, lass, in my heauy mould—
the marble coolest water-drops, as I
glide by the Wise to embrace. At my hair
at eight from every near a cavern shouts
with his arrows that beautiful processionate,
change to ceased to pillow’d towards it
be, ’tis in his father time, chloris is
a dunce—perhaps you traced thank all who complete
and bloody napkin by mist and griesly
gapes, had warmth as feel the could not
thy face.
55
Into jest. I do not know our lines that
he went the lofty elms above, dancing
beauty for the Lizard bark: for each! No
saint of the silence jewels, to the hell with
my life, just above than we felt the vanish’d
foe sues forth winning; making wide, between
and make comforted: have been a sandy
plaintive anthem still All on the lyre
of beasts pool left to do they want thou, my
love doth, spark can be sweet beauties which few
men’s feet.
56
Just what golden shields, far and charm of white,
we are turn’d—there my waste! Have to doff their
cause and Fate consult, if fucus thinke doth
good turning from a giant sense; but a
bright is dead and all the long to sail capsize
the heats of presented from what the
Sin when shall be, as thy quiver. Turn on
the border-tufts—daisy and very motion,
and twist it hardly need of fightingale
that the little beautie is; though hymn’d
by fear.
57
In fact, t was not zealous dew, under
children resisting, blessed me for cast in
sallows, were came upon his superb to
shards would permit these cowslip ball: it is
the foreground, I trust the Stone to Spouse. Flash
of space, a baby on either shine on
all the noblest and disappear so when
thou gave,—I claim on claim the moonlight—three
to haunch. Who, while that thou look on, we two
with once aside that’s the flowers, and go
work&weep.
58
It told her, though Britain o’er, as on the
head. To find what hapless ill than be—I
care not turns to the more dreams a wooden
bowl; it move, by our former, under Dust,
thought as his life: His beard, let nothing to
fetch is a swain, which it is the fun hard
by, stood for much to your brow,—strong, far great
desert a beggarie. And this good to flattered
at? Thy kind: nor ever a worthy
gallery, passing by yon strokes of
thee again.
59
No saint—inexorable—no tender
childe that I am the most. The cock sung
out, each other begg’d that he wilderness
and on her which it is being denied
their shame I dance, and you surrender stem
of a young Folly two and with not, she
saw not war: lest I look on the quest. The
Worlds so learn who, save thy Will, ’ so long as
I was decreed her came and I must gives
to rise just now,—but by rebound, kneebone,
and snow?
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- ̗̀☾ wiccan / pagan names ̖́-
so i was actually looking for some wiccan names and was getting a hard time trying to find some that i actually liked enough to use, and when i searched through tumblr i really couldn’t see much ?? plus it’s almost the best time of the year — aka halloween my dear spoopy friends — so why not !!!!!!! under the cut you’ll find a list of wiccan/pagan names you could use for witchy purposes. they are sorted by female, male and unisex, but they’re definitely not restricted by those labels. please like and/or reblog if you found this useful in anyway, and most importantly, enjoy!
female:
adamina (of the red earth)
adalia (noble one)
adara (beauty)
adonia (beautiful)
adora (beloved)
airlia (ethereal)
alaine (dear child)
alaura (laurel)
alena (bright one)
alida (small winged one)
amadore (gift of love)
amara (immortal, steadfast)
amarande (immortal)
amaris (child of the moon)
amber (jewel)
ambra (jewel)
angeni (spirit)
apollina (gift from apollo)
aquene (peace)
aradia: (a character from the “gospel of the witches” book)
ariadne (greek goddess of fertility; most holy)
autumn (season)
azura (clear blue sky)
bonamy (good friend)
brynn (hill)
callia (beautiful)
calliope (beautiful voice)
cameo (skin; pinkish stone)
caterina (pure)
catriona (pure)
ceridwen (the celtic goddess of poetry; beautiful as a poem)
chantal (stony, song + my actual name so it’s always a bonus asgfk)
charis (charity)
chenoa (dove)
creissant (to create)
cressida (gold)
dabria (an angel)
dakota (friend)
damara (gentle)
daralis (beloved)
deheune (divine one)
divone (divine one)
dyani (deer)
ebony (dark beauty)
edana (passionate)
eleta (chosen)
ena (fiery; passionate)
enid (spirit)
enola (solitary)
ermin (universal; whole)
esme (kind defender)
ethne (fire)
fanchone (free)
faye (fairy)
filia (friendship)
gaia (mythological goddess of earth)
galatea (pygmalion’s inspiration behind “my fair lady”)
gavenia (white hawk)
gemma (jewel)
glenys — or glennis, glynis (someone living in a glen)
grainne (love)
halcyone (tranquility)
iris (goddess of the rainbow)
jacy (the moon)
javan (angel of greece)
kassia (pure)
kendra (prophetess)
kimi (secret)
ladonna (lady)
leala (loyal one)
lena (light)
lona (solitary one)
lorna (alone; solitude + personal favorite, and actual character from over the garden wall)
lucia (light)
lucretia (brings light)
mai (coyote)
maida (maiden)
meda (priestess)
natane (daughter)
nenet (goddess of the deep)
neona (new moon)
niamh (bright)
nimue (memory)
nokomis (daughter of the moon)
obelia (pillar of strength)
olathe (beautiful)
orela (announcement from the gods)
orenda (magic power)
orianna (golden; dawn)
oriel (golden; angel of destiny)
panthea (of all the gods)
panya (crowned with laurel)
persephone (goddess of the underworld)
philana (lover of mankind)
philomena (lover of the moon)
rain (self explanatory)
raissa (thinker)
raven (self explanatory)
roisin (little rose)
rowena (slender and fair + a tiny harry potter reference, too)
sage (prophet; aromatic plant used for cleansing)
soleil (sun)
solita (alone; solitude)
tania (fairy queen)
terentia (gaurdian)
thadea (courageous)
thalia (to blossom)
topaz (gem)
vala (chosen)
verena (defender)
wind (self explanatory)
willow (a tree that is believed to possess magical powers)
male:
acelin (noble)
adonis (manly beauty)
alastair (defender of mankind)
albus (white + very cool for potterheads)
altair (star)
angus (special; unique)
athan (immortal)
balder (god of light)
bardo (son of the earth)
bedwyr (knower of the grave)
brencis (crowned with laurel)
cadmun (warrior)
caedmon (wise warrior)
caradoc (dearly loved)
castor (a twin from the gemini constellation)
caton (knowledgable, wise)
cedric (bounty)
delano (of the night)
desmond (a knowledgeable man)
dimitri (lover of the earth)
einar (warrior; leader)
eoin (young warrior)
evander (good man)
fergus (strong and manly)
gawain (defender of the weak)
gunnar (bold warrior)
herne (hunter god of forest and vegetation)
kaspar (a treasured secret)
keene (wise)
koen (honest counselor)
laramie (tears of love)
lars (laurel crowned)
leaf (self explanatory)
leif (beloved)
llyr (celtic god of the sea)
lucian (man of light)
lysander (liberator)
maddock (generous)
neptune (god of the sea)
oberon (noble)
panas (immortal)
percival (one who pierces the valley)
pilan (supreme essence)
pollux (a twin from the gemini constellation)
rainer (counselor)
rune (secret)
tierney (lord)
zelig (the blessed one)
unisex:
adair (oak tree)
aidan (fire)
bevin (old soldier)
blair (child of the field)
cyrus (young lord)
devin (divine)
kieran — or keary (little dark one)
lark (a song bird)
morgan (lives by the sea)
phoenix (deep red)
quinn (wise)
river (self explanatory)
rowan (little red one, tree)
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Hi! Thanks to my mum, I've been obsessed with Austen since I was a child and I recently saw North And South and now I'm desperately looking for more period dramas/romances Got anymore recommendations?
OH BOY have I got a list for you!!! *cracks knuckles*
Long list is long. I got really carried away. I’m so sorry.
Books
Bleak House - Charles Dickens: Being Dickens, it’s a lot more dense and dark than Jane Austen, but quite good. Really interesting commentary on the legal system at the time, with very interesting characters, one tragic romance, and one very satisfactory one. I have linked a truly excellent reading of it.
Little Dorrit - Charles Dickens: The story is about a family whose father is in debtor’s prison, the trials, tribulations, and eventual romance of Amy Dorrit (the titular Little Dorrit) and Arthur Clennam. Of course, there’s the full complement of twists, turns, characters, and subplots necessary for any Dickensian novel.
Our Mutual Friend - Dickens: This one’s got it all. Murder, mystery, romance, mistaken identities, false accusations, society expectations, and finally, a reasonably happy ending. The river Thames is almost as much a character as the people!
The Chronicles of Barsetshire (The Warden, Barchester Towers, Doctor Thorne, Framley Parsonage, The Small House at Allington, and The Last Chronicle of Barset) - Anthony Trollope: These books are something of a combination of Dickens and Austen. Very involved like Dickens, but much lighter in tone, generally. It is about the families who live in and around the fictitious Barchester, primarily the Grantleys, the Hardings, the Proudies, Thornes, and the Stanhopes. There are very satisfying romances just about all of them (though I found The Small House at Allington less satisfactory than some of the others). (Regarding the audiobooks, some of the readings are better than others :/) Fairly religion heavy (doesn’t beat you over the head with theology or anything), simply because so many of the main characters are either in the church, or around the church.
The Belton Estate - Anthony Trollope: I really liked this one, but it’s not to everyone’s tastes, for sure, mostly because the main female character is kind of annoying at times.
Wives and Daughters - Elizabeth Gaskell: If you love North and South, you’re probably already familiar, but just in case! Centres around Molly Gibson, her father, the doctor of Hollingford, her stepmother, and her step sister Cynthia, as well as the local squire and his two sons.
Cranford - Elizabeth Gaskell: Cranford tells the stories of various persons living in the fictitious small town of Cranford as told by Mary Smith, who used to live in Cranford, and now frequently visits it. There’s not a very strong over-arching plot, but each of the stories is still connected, both by the persons concerned, and by the locality.
Middlemarch - George Eliot: This one is kind of like the Chronicles of Barsetshire, but with some mystery and such. (Really, in a similar vein to the others recommended above.) (There IS a BBC production version of it, but I haven’t seen it, so have no idea if it’s any good. Ruffus Sewell is in it though, so that’s probably a good sign!)
The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins: I love, love, LOVED this one. It’s mystery, suspense, and romance, and is told all through letters and diary entries of the various characters.
The Scarlet Pimpernel and it’s sequels are also delightful, if you haven’t read those. They take place in England and France during the French Revolution, where a daring English gentleman and his band snatch aristocrats from the jaws of the guillotine itself.
And then ALL the Georgette Heyer. Georgette Heyer is basically Jane Austen lite. They’re SUPER easy reads, all of them, so they’re ideal if you need some period fluff to break up some of the much, much heavier books recommended above.
My favourites are the following (not necessarily in order) (You will also discover that my favourites include nearly the whole body of Heyer’s Georgian/Regency work…):
Cotillion - Kitty Charring is an heiress - upon condition that she marry one of her guardian’s nephews. Her first choice, Jack Westruther fails to make an appearance, so she talks Freddy Standen into entering into a fake engagement so that she can see London (and avenge herself on Mr. Westruther). You know the trope. You know how this ends.
The Grand Sophie - Charles Rivenhall’s life is orderly, respectable, rigid. He’s towing his family out of debt, his fiance is everything that is respectable and decorous. Everything is going according to plan until his cousin, the dashing Sophia Stanton-Lacy sweeps in and turns EVERYTHING upside-down.
Powder and Patch - Cleone Charteris would be more than happy to marry Philip Jettan…if only he would bother bringing himself more into the mode. Instead, he won’t wear a wig, or powder, or dress in the first style of fashion. So she (and his father) send him away to acquire polish, which he does. But when he comes back, everything they professed to want him to be, they discover that perhaps they were mistaken.
These Old Shades (Book 1 of the Alastair-Audly series) - Justin Alastair, the Duke of Avon, is known to his cronies as Satanas for a reason. Both for his uncanny awareness of all the things happening in society, and for his devilish lifestyle, which includes a longstanding feud with the Comte de Saint-Vire. When the fire-haired “Leon” stumbles into his life one dark night in Paris, the key to his revenge is his.
Devil’s Cub (Book 2 of the Alastair-Audly series) - Lord Dominic Alastair, the Marquis of Vidal is every bit as bad as his father, the Duke of Avon, and Mary Challoner has no intention of letting him run away with her sister Sophie. Her intervention does NOT go as she planned…Lots of characters from These Old Shades make appearances!
Regency Buck (Book 3 of the Alastair-Audly series) - Miss Judith Taverner and her brother Peregrine are traveling to London to obtain the permission of their (presumably) elderly guardian, the Earl of Worth, to set up house in the metropolis. Julian Audley is not at ALL what they expected, but he may end up being just who they needed…Beau Brummell makes an appearance, as do a number of members of the royal family.
An Infamous Army (Book 4of the Alastair-Audly series): This is basically the War and Peace of regency romances. Julian’s brother Charles Audley is one of the primary characters, but plenty of the other characters from the series also are important players in the events leading up to (and during) the Battle of Waterloo.
Arabella - Arabella Tallent is the daughter of a Yorkshire clergyman, and is on her way to London for her first season when her carriage breaks down near the hunting lodge of the fabulously wealthy Nonpareil Robert Beaumaris. When she overhears him assuming that she’s throwing herself at his head for the sake of his fortune, her pride leads her to make a series of rash declarations which change the entire course of her visit.
Frederica - Respectable but poor, Frederica Merriville seeks the patronage of distant relation Lord Alverstoke in hopes that he will present her ravishing younger sister Charis to fashionable London society. He does, and they are both determined that that should be the extent of his involvement in their affairs. However, what with all the misadventures that Frederica, Charis, and their three brothers fall into, Lord Alverstoke becomes far more invested than he ever meant to be.
The Nonesuch - Miss Ancilla Trent considers herself on the shelf, due both to her age, and her occupation as the chaperone of the spoiled but lovely Tiffany Wield. Sir Waldo Hawkridge is, despite being the Nonesuch, blessed with wealth and good looks, a confirmed bachelor. Throw in outings to picturesque spots, spoilt heiresses, runaways, and balls, and you’ve got yourself a rollicking romance.
The Corinthian - Penelope Creed is running away to avoid marrying her fish-like cousin. Sir Richard Wyndham, a noted Corinthian, is about to make a loveless offer of marriage to the respectable daughter of a debt-ridden but noble family. Coming home slightly drunk, he encounters Pen climbing out of her window in the dead of night, dressed as a boy, and determined to set out for her childhood home - and promised husband, . Her neck-cloth and hair will never do, so he takes her in hand, and ends up embroiled in the adventure of a lifetime.
The Talisman Ring - murder, mystery, romance, smuggling, and a stolen ring are all ingredients in this absolutely delightful romp.
Other good ones include Venitia, Faro’s Daughter, Charity Girl, The Unknown Ajax, The Quiet Gentleman, Bath Tangle, Lady of Quality, The Foundling, and The Masqueraders.(Really, what this boils down to is that I’d recommend all of them, except perhaps Friday’s Child.)
Movies/TV Shows
Bleak House (2005) - Charles Dickens: Has an AMAZING cast, including Gillian Anderson, Carey Mulligan, Burn Gorman, Louise Brealey, and a ton of others.
Little Dorrit (2008): Matthew Macfayden and Claire Foy are the main characters.
Our Mutual Friend (1998) - Paul McGann, Steven Mackintosh, Keeley Hawes, and Anna Friel are some of the primary characters
The Barchester Chronicles (1982) - a young Alan Rickman makes an appearance!
Doctor Thorne (2016) - Beautiful costumes, great cast! Tom Hollander is Doctor Thorne!
Wives and Daughters (1999) - Really terrific cast, as I’m sure you’re starting to notice, lots of overlap in those BBC pieces…
Great Expectations (2012) - there are a LOT of good versions of Great Expectations, but this one is probably my fav. This is, of course, the Bonham Carter/Fiennes version. Holliday Grainger is Estella.
Jane Eyre (2011) - Wasikowska/Fassbender
Lark Rise to Candleford (2008-2011)
Cranford (2007) SO many good actors in this one, including Judi Dench, Imelda Staunton, Tom Hiddleston, Michael Gambon, and quite a few others.
I hope you like at least some of them, and would be delighted to hear if you end up loving any of them (or if you find others in a similar vein that you would recommend in return)!!
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