#eliza cook

[lotrmusical]

never let anyone tell you that trawling through mediocre victorian poetry isn't worth it. we just happened upon an absolute BANGER of a worm poem. go read it or else 🪱🪱🪱

#was calling beckett and scouring the works of eliza cook looking for lesbianism #good amounts of lesbianism in evidence but unfortunately very little in the way of good poetry #APART from this worm one which DOES NOT MISS #eliza cook #is there a thriving eliza cook tag on tumblr. somehow i doubt it #the hand of the giant and the heart of the brave / must turn weak and submit to the worm and the grave! #not an original theme ofc but GOD the treatment is delightful. so fresh so gleeful some rlly nice use of sound. rlly solidly constructed #words #gay belligerence

[stilldrawing]

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#SoundCloud #my voice #song of the worm #song of the worm Eliza cook #eliza cook #poetry #music #audio

[daffenger]

The worm, the rich worm, has a noble domain In the field that is stored with its millions of slain; The charnel-grounds widen, to me they belong, With the vaults of the sepulchre, sculptured and strong. The tower of ages in fragments is laid, Moss grows on the stones, and I lurk in its shade; And the hand of the giant and heart of the brave Must turn weak and submit to the worm and the grave. [...]

Song of the Worm, Eliza Cook (1869) (full text here)

#eliza cook #song of the worm #i love the energy. the worm the rich worm has a noble domain. #march poem #words #*mine

[gwydionmisha]

Song of the Worm Cook, Eliza

THE worm, the rich worm, has a noble domain In the field that is stored with its millions of slain; The charnel-grounds widen, to me they belong, With the vaults of the sepulchre, sculptured and strong. The tower of ages in fragments is laid, Moss grows on the stones, and I lurk in its shade; And the hand of the giant and heart of the brave Must turn weak and submit to the worm and the grave.

Daughters of earth, if I happen to meet Your bloom-plucking fingers and sod-treading feet-- Oh! turn not away with the shriek of disgust From the thing you must mate with in darkness and dust. Your eyes may be flashing in pleasure and pride, 'Neath the crown of a Queen or the wreath of a bride; Your lips may be fresh and your cheeks may be fair-- Let a few years pass over, and I shall be there.

Cities of splendour, where palace and gate, Where the marble of strength and the purple of state; Where the mart and arena, the olive and vine, Once flourished in glory; oh! are ye not mine? Go look for famed Carthage, and I shall be found In the desolate ruin and weed-covered mound; And the slime of my trailing discovers my home, 'Mid the pillars of Tyre and the temples of Rome.

I am sacredly sheltered and daintily fed Where the velvet bedecks, and the white lawn is spread; I may feast undisturbed, I may dwell and carouse On the sweetest of lips and the smoothest of brows. The voice of the sexton, the chink of the spade, Sound merrily under the willow's dank shade. They are carnival notes, and I travel with glee To learn what the churchyard has given to me.

Oh! the worm, the rich worm, has a noble domain, For where monarchs are voiceless I revel and reign; I delve at my ease and regale where I may; None dispute with the worm in his will or his way. The high and the bright for my feasting must fall-- Youth, Beauty, and Manhood, I prey on ye all: The Prince and the peasant, the despot and slave; All, all must bow down to the worm and the grave.

#Song of the Worm #Eliza Cook #Poem #Poetry

[lynniceberg]

Song of the Worm

by Eliza Cook

 THE worm, the rich worm, has a noble domain

In the field that is stored with its millions of slain ;

The charnel-grounds widen, to me they belong,

With the vaults of the sepulchre, sculptured and strong.

The tower of ages in fragments is laid,

Moss grows on the stones, and I lurk in its shade ;

And the hand of the giant and heart of the brave

Must turn weak and submit to the worm and the grave.

Daughters of earth, if I happen to meet

Your bloom-plucking fingers and sod-treading feet--

Oh ! turn not away with the shriek of disgust

From the thing you must mate with in darkness and dust.

Your eyes may be flashing in pleasure and pride,

'Neath the crown of a Queen or the wreath of a bride ;

Your lips may be fresh and your cheeks may be fair--

Let a few years pass over, and I shall be there.

Cities of splendour, where palace and gate,

Where the marble of strength and the purple of state ;

Where the mart and arena, the olive and vine,

Once flourished in glory ; oh ! are ye not mine ?

Go look for famed Carthage, and I shall be found

In the desolate ruin and weed-covered mound ;

And the slime of my trailing discovers my home,

'Mid the pillars of Tyre and the temples of Rome.

I am sacredly sheltered and daintily fed

Where the velvet bedecks, and the white lawn is spread ;

I may feast undisturbed, I may dwell and carouse

On the sweetest of lips and the smoothest of brows.

The voice of the sexton, the chink of the spade,

Sound merrily under the willow's dank shade.

They are carnival notes, and I travel with glee

To learn what the churchyard has given to me.

Oh ! the worm, the rich worm, has a noble domain,

For where monarchs are voiceless I revel and reign ;

I delve at my ease and regale where I may ;

None dispute with the worm in his will or his way.

The high and the bright for my feasting must fall--

Youth, Beauty, and Manhood, I prey on ye all :

The Prince and the peasant, the despot and slave ;

All, all must bow down to the worm and the grave.

Song of the Worm by Eliza Cook

Happy Poetry Month!

#poetry month #poetry #worm #worms #death #life #song of the worm #eliza cook

[youneedtostudyives]

Elizabeth Cook, Song of the Worm

#poems #poetry #quotes #death #academia #dark academia #stanza #eliza cook #victorian

[violettesiren]

Fill, fill to the brim, let the bubble forth swim Like pearls on a ruby stream, Till woman's eye, or the star in the sky Less brilliant gems shall seem. Let the ivy crown on the flushed brow shine, While joy illumes the wreath; But wear it with care, for ivy will twine When the ruin is dark beneath. Drink, drink, and the chorusing clink Of glasses shall chime as ye sing— "Time flies, but never so fast As it does on a 'bee's wing.'"

Laugh, laugh, in the light of a jovial night, But let the wine song tell, That which carries the gauzy wing Bears the poison dart as well. We may drain a cup to those we love, And one to our native land; A bumper to freedom, another to truth, And then let the nectar stand. For, wine, wine, good as thou art, 'Tis well to remember the sting That carries its smart to the head and the heart, Along with the "bee's wing."

The Bee's Wing by Eliza Cook

#eliza cook

[ghostradiodylan]

Adorable mini comic from misssmithdraws on Instagram!

#the quarry #emma mountebank #abi blyg #jacob custos #nick furcillo #dylan lenivy #ryan erzahler #kaitlyn ka #feat. eliza vorez #the quarry fanart #this rules #Nick you cooked the terrible food you weird motherfucker #Dylan just likes listening to Ryan talk #Rylan agenda posting

[hellodahliah]

curious question:

what is your favourite club that came with get together? why is it your favorite club?

If you have created clubs yourself, what kind of club did you create?

#nonsims #let's discuss #i don't think i have a fav #but i have played a lot with the paragon sims #and have had sims be invited to the avant gardes club #however it annoys me a bit how often they need to use the bathroom #i created a poker club for bob pancakes where he gathers all the dad in his man grotto to play poker #bob eliza nancy her husband bella and mortimer are part of an old club named copperdale class 00 #i imagine they were a friendgroup bavk when they went to copperdale and decided to stay in contact after graduating... #they friend group exist but a lot of them have grown apart #then i made a voidcritter club with some kids #and a parent club for moms who like to meet #gossip about other parents have their kids and toddlers interact and share parenting tips #and jesminder has a small private cooking group with one of my ocs... they make ethnic delicacies together #and because it annoys me how most sims have no relationships outside theor family and household i made career groups so sims with careers #would at least know their coworkers

[fuckyeahworldoftaika]

#taika waititi #elena ora #matt smith #darren strowger #olivia cooke #fabien frankel #eliza cummings

[weepingwitch]

I'm addicted to growing scallions like I don't actually like them in food but I love that you can just put the bulb in water and it will grow again and give you infinity scallions like I put scallion bulbs into the bird seed + bong water compost planters and they grow there, I put them in a glass of water on the windowsill and they grow there, these fucking onions just love to thrive

#eliza likes scallions and actually gets them to cook with but then i steal the bulbs and add them to my small army of decorative onions

[levi-supreme]

Reeeei! I hope you're sleeping right now 😘.

Fluffy things for you I think you like!

When someone spontaneously makes you breakfast or dinner.

When they do things like fold the laundry or fill up the car with gas without you asking.

Bringing you on a date to a romantic restaurant or somewhere quiet like a movie.

Among other things 😊.

Hehe hi Eliza!! I took too long to reply XD but yes, I was deep asleep when you sent me this!!

Oh yes, food is my love language and if someone cooks something for me, I'll really appreciate it and it makes me swoon 🥺 and you are so right with the second point too!! Acts of service is my second most preferred way of showing and receiving love, so the act of helping me with chores really comforts me and makes me happy too!!

AND YES TO THE LAST POINT!!! I'm such a sucker for old school romance so dinner dates and movie dates and maybe a late night walk makes me swoon haha. Especially when the skies are clear, and you can see the moon and/or stars!!!

You know me so well Eliza hehe 💕

Fluffy acts I swoon over!

#postwarlevi.asks #rei.answers #you know me so well eliza HAHHAHAH i adore this and you #speaking of food: my bf said he'll make me mushroom soup. it's been seven years and my mushroom soup is nowhere to be found LOL #but yeah anyway. cooking and food is such an asian way of showing love so. if i cook for you it means i love you. #also if i buy food for you it also means i love you too HAHA #and the acts of service yes!!!! +100 points if it's done without me asking :') +1000 points if said person catches cockroaches for me LOL #you may or may not have given me new selfship writing ideas HAHHA thank you eliza!!!!

[writingpun-art]

Your pirate OCs are awesome

Thank you! They're part of a novel I'm working on called GODSLAYER, in which our main guy Ruby tries to get revenge on the god that trapped their home island's people as marble statues... hopefully undoing the curse in the process.

Here's some extra sketches of the characters, as a treat!

#godslayer #ruby #captain isabel cook #zara #ebi #eliza #ask #thank you again!!

[fromthestacks]

Tru Calling, the complete first season

#library #dvds #television series #tru calling #eliza dushku #Shawn reaves #zach galifianakis #aj cook

[masquenoire]

Eliza sets a plate down in front of Roman. "Made this for you," it's a filling Scottish breakfast.

The scent (and sight) of plated food set on the table before him is a godsend to Roman’s senses, the rich aroma of fried meats and other assorted ingredients causing him to lift his bleary gaze which settles on her own appreciatively. “Been a while since I was treated to a fine breakfast like this...” he said quietly, eyes dropping down to admire Eliza’s fare. Bacon, eggs, tomatoes, mushrooms, toast - these were staples he was used to, but the square sausages, beans, savoury-smelling... well, he wasn’t sure what that was exactly, but weeks of being forced to ingest the bland, lukewarm slops (he refused to call it food) at Arkham made him willing to try almost anything at this point. Eliza wouldn’t give him anything repulsive, Roman was certain of that now, the librarian allowing him to visit her home and share an evening together which had led to something more, the two now sharing breakfast together as sunlight dawned upon Gotham. Picking up the knife and fork she’d supplied him with, Roman tried the unknown portion first, enjoying the rich, surprisingly peppery taste. He almost groaned in pleasure at the myriad of flavours dancing upon his tongue, tilting his head as he glanced back at Eliza with newfound appreciation for her hospitality.

“It’s probably last night still talking but you might just be my favourite person in the world right now, Eliza.” He said before washing down the haggis with a swig of blackest coffee. To hell with his diet. If Roman died right this minute, he’d without a doubt be the happiest man in the whole damn city.

#the-arkham-librarian #;; asks #When she treats you to breakfast after bed #asdfghjkl okay I jest but he is all over this breakfast #And to think he didn't trust Eliza's cooking at the beginning #Now nothing will hold him back #Scottish breakfast looks top notch aye #Might have had it once or twice or was it Welsh #Either way Roman's having the best morning ever #Thank you Eliza x #Sorry this took a while to answer #You know the drill already but today was very very good #Got so much done at work so pretty happy about that

[violettesiren]

Beautiful Clouds! I have watched ye long Fickle and bright as a fairy throng; Now ye have gathered golden beams, Now ye are parting in silver streams, Now ye are tinged with a roseate blush, Deepening fast to a crimson flush; Now, like aerial sprites at play, Ye are lightly dancing another way; Melting in many a pearly flake, Like the cygnet's down on the azure lake; Now ye gather again, and run To bask in the blaze of a setting sun; And anon ye serve as Zephyr's car, Flitting before the evening star.

Now ye ride in mighty form, With the arms of a giant to nurse the storm; Ye grasp the lightning, and fling it on earth, All flashing and wild as a maniac's mirth. Ye cavern the thunder, and bravely it roars, While the forest groans, and the avalanche pours; Ye launch the torrent with headlong force, Till the rivers hiss in their boiling course; Ye come, and your trophies are scattered around In the wreck on the waters, the oak on the ground.

Oh! where is the eye that doth not love The glorious phantoms that glide above? That hath not look'd on the realms of air, With wondering soul, and bursting prayer! Oh! where is the spirit that hath not bow'd At the holy shrine of a passing cloud?

The Clouds by Eliza Cook

#eliza cook