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wield-the-mighty-pen · 9 months

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Season 2 Lovesquare was really on another level. I mean, each side of the square each got their moment to shine and some of the best lovesquare moments are from that season.

Ladrien mid-air catch? A Season 2 Gem. Marichat's first canon balcony scene? A feature from season 2. Ladynoir cheek kiss and the first time Ladybug blushes over Chat Noir? Why, that's from season 2 of course. Adrinette sneaking around Paris together while everyone thinks they're dating? A wonderful gift from season 2...

And that's but a small fraction of the lovesquare interaction we got that season

Season 2 was really onto something there...

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decodingannelister · 3 years

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Saturday 9 January 1819

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B[efore] B[reakfast] look[in]g ov[er] scraps of poet[r]y etc. Read over my poetic epistle to Miss B that is θ. The rest of the morn[in]g try[in]g to clean a coup[le] pair wh[ite] kid shoes for Mariane and look[in]g ov[er] and arrang[in]g my things. My a[un]t h[a]d a let[ter] fr[om] Mary Swann (Micklegate, York) to announce the d[ea]th of h[e]r a[un]t Mrs Frances S[wann] at 8 a.m. on Thursday. At 3 1/4 d[o]wn the o[ld] b[ank] and past the woolshops to the lib[rar]y my fath[er] walk[e]d w[i]th me as f[a]r as the Talbot wh[e]n he w[e]nt to see Mr Mitchell.

R[ea]ding the new month[l]y mag[azine] for last month ‘On love. Oh! Love is like the cistus flow[e]r

Oh! Love is like the cistus flow[e]r

Wh[i]ch blossoms for a day;

Oh! Love is like the summer’s show[e]r

Wh[i]ch sunbeams kiss away

Tis but a sweet and thrilling dream ‘

Dispers[e]d by season’s pow[e]r

‘Tis but an evanescent gleam

In youth’s enchanting hour

Yet,oh.’Tis all we have of bliss

A vision bright and dear

Warm as its own delicious kiss

But transient as its tear

Yet woe be those lonely hearts

Which feel its fire decay

The feath[e]ry flake the snow-cloud darts

Is scarce more cold than they

The blighted hope, the ruined mind

The deep despairing sigh

Are all the traces left behind

By passions ecstasy.

Marg[are]t Torre (cop[ie]d at Elvington fr[om] Ellen’s M.S. Poetic ext[racts] and giv[e]n to her by author[e]ss Mrs Ja[me]s Torre of Elton in h[e]r own, Mrs Torres, handwrit[in]g)

Callista came about four I rather in a comp limentary style I asked if she ever wrote poetry no never since she left school but she dared say I did I said never musing in my mind if she thought of my poetic epistle from her manner I shewed I should judge not her the above lines as the composition of a very nice woman very young and written soon after marriage she Miss B though the lady must be unhappy but found fault with warm as its own delicious kiss and passions ecstasy saying they were fitter to come from a gentleman but indeed she knew nothing about it for she was ssure she had never been in love the verses were very much in moores sstyle she had popes read Eloisa to Abelard at Captain Alexander’s suggesting she does not seem as if shehad the heart to enter into sentiments of this ssort warmly after about half hourat the library during the rain walk[e]d past Clare Hall to Miss Markham’s on the Elland R[oa]dup the new r[oa]d back past Miss Watkinson’s and took a turn up and d[o]wn Horton St[ree]t told her when she did not hear a person not to say maam asked her not to cover her face so much with the cap under her bonnet and shewed her how to shake hands that is not to keep shaking or hold ones hand so long said I had to go to Pye Nest someday next week and we agreed I was to pass Westfield at half past eleven in the morning on Tuesday if fine if not Wednesday and she would watch for me she wonders why I like her so much I begin to wonder too for I fear she is sstupidish and has very little in her no warmth I fear I told her never to mention the observations I made to her as they were made for her alone she answered no I might be assured of that adding they often ask me at home what Miss Lister and I talk about I parted with her at five near Mr Abbots door where she was going to tea never did I feel so little satisfied with her tho when I told my wish about her cap she said she would alter it having before said her father and the rest often found fault with it but she never minded I thought as I came along well at all events I will never call on her what a sort of connection am I forming without anything to repay me I could almost see her tomorrow at the lecture and excuse myself on Tuesday I seem well inclined to think and care less about her in future I have seen a good deal of her lately and they say give a dog rope enough and he will hang himself w[e]nt al[on]g Southgate and up the n[ew] b[ank] and g[o]t home 10 min[ute]s bef[ore] 6 by our clock. In the ev[ening] r[ea]d the rev[iew] of Campbell’s Gertrude of Wyoming fav[ourabl]y, Poyes’s hist[ory] of Barbadoes tol[erabl]y, 2 vol[ume]s 8vo serm[on]s by Mr Sydney Smith rect[o]r of Foston, unfav[ourabl]y and Dr. Nathan Drake’s Essays on Periodic[a]l pap[er]s fav[ourabl]y in the 2[n]d vo[lume] of the Quar[terl]y Rev[iew] for May 1809. Notes fr[om]Cross-hills to ask us all to tea and cards next Fri[day] s[en]t our excuses. Last n[i]ght ver[y] stormy and rainy. The morn[in]g fair but it beg[a]n to r[ai]n a lit[tle] wh[e]n my fath[er] [and] I were at the top of the old bank and I h[a]d hard[l]y g[o]t to the lib[rar]y bef[ore] it rain[e]d tremend[ousl]y. Just fair bef[ore] I set off and beg[a]n to r[ai]n ag[ai]n on the flat. Like[l]y for anoth[er] stormy windy n[i]ght. B[arometer] 1 deg[ree] bel[ow] rainF[ahrenheit] 38 1/2 ° at 9p.m.

WYAS Reference Number: SH:7/ML/E/2/0097/98

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