Wishing you a good Monday :)

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[duathir.livejournal.com]

Wishing you the same, fair lady.

[med_cat]

My thanks, good sir :)

...although...;)

"I'm not a lady, neither fair..." :P

[duathir.livejournal.com]

She who said so was both.

[med_cat]

So she was :)

[duathir.livejournal.com]

I am no knight, neither all that good.

[med_cat]

Dr. Faust was neither, as you no doubt recall ;)

[duathir.livejournal.com]

Nor Mephistopheles, who has the best part.

[med_cat]

True :)

and this, too, your remark made me think of ;)

[med_cat]

She's passing fair; but so demure is she,
So quiet is her gown, so smooth her hair,
That few there are who note her and agree
She's passing fair.

Yet when was ever beauty held more rare
Than simple heart and maiden modesty?
What fostered charms with virtue could compare?

Alas, no lover ever stops to see;
The best that she is offered is the air.
Yet- if the passing mark is minus D-
She's passing fair.

("Roundel", by Dorothy Parker)

And, the first line of one of her short stories:

"Seen from the far end of a dimly lit room, Mrs. Ewing was a pretty woman."

:P

[duathir.livejournal.com]

'But Lancelot mused a little space,
He said, "She hath a lovely face;
God in His mercy lend her grace"'
--The Lady of Shallot, Tennyson

The Planter's Daughter

When night stirred at sea,
An the fire brought a crowd in
They say that her beauty
Was music in mouth
And few in the candlelight
Thought her too proud,
For the house of the planter
Is known by the trees.

Men that had seen her
Drank deep and were silent,
The women were speaking
Wherever she went --
As a bell that is rung
Or a wonder told shyly
And O she was the Sunday
In every week.

By Austin Clarke

[med_cat]

:)