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“I care not for these ladies,
That must be wooed and prayed:
Give me kind Amaryllis,
The wanton country maid.
Nature art disdaineth,
Her beauty is her own.
Her when we court and kiss,
She cries, “Forsooth, let go!”
But when we come where comfort is,
She never will say no.

If I love Amaryllis,
She gives me fruit and flowers:
But if we love these ladies,
We must give golden showers.
Give them gold, that sell love,
Give me the nut-brown lass,
Who, when we court and kiss,
She cries, “Forsooth, let go!”
But when we come where comfort is,
She never will say no.

These ladies must have pillows,
And beds by strangers wrought;
Give me a bower of willows,
Of moss and leaves unbought,
And fresh Amaryllis,
With milk and honey fed;
Who, when we court and kiss,
She cries, “Forsooth, let go!”
But when we come where comfort is,
She never will say no.”
~Thomas Campion 


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earthstory:

Timelapse view of lava moving on the plains near Pu’u O’o, Hawaii. The hill in the distance is called the “Pali”, it is the mark of a large normal fault created by part of the island sliding out towards the sea. Lava cascades over the Pali on its way to the ocean during the eruption. This is substantially sped up from how fast Pahoehoe lava typically flows.

doegred-main:

//New Maedhros/Fingon song thanks to the wonderful @maire-annatari advice!

text and translation can be found here
Translation:

Tall waves coming over the sea,
which the wind makes sway hither and thither
do you have any news of my lover,
who crossed the sea? I can’t see him coming back!
Ah, god, this love!
Sometimes it gives me joy and sometimes pain!

O sweet breeze, who come from down there
where my lover sleeps and dwells and lies,
bring me here a goblet of his sweet breath!
I open my mouth out of the craving I have.
Ah, god, this love!
Sometimes it gives me joy and sometimes pain!

It hurts to love a warrior from a foreign land,
for his embraces and laughter turn to weeping.
Never did I think my friend would betray me,
since I gave him all the love he requested.
Ah, god, this love!
Sometimes it gives me joy and sometimes pain!

zaiatzgeistbeth:

callmebliss:

ancestorsofthenorse:

This beautiful Swedish lady sings an ancient Viking song. Now watch how the cows respond. 

It is often argued that everything our ancestors did and said gets stored into our brains. Their experience and knowledge gets passed down from generation to generation. This may explain why we know or react to certain things without having any prior knowledge.

Kulning is an ancient herding call used in the Scandinavian region. The call is a high pitch tone that can reach long distances. The herding call sounds more like a haunting and sad melody meant to echo through mountains and alleys.

It was getting late and foggy on a magical night last month when Swedish artist Jonna Jinton wanted to try kulning. She wanted to find out if the animals would answer to the call their own ancestors heard when the women called them. Kulning might just be one of the most beautiful and enchanting sounds ever made.

Never in my life have I so badly wanted to be able to download the audio from a video.

*whispers* vidtomp3.com

misbehavingmaiar:

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d2Jsr49142k)

Äijö — Värttinä

Village dotard, old idiot
Village dotard, weak in the head
Village dotard, crooked imp
Village dotard, bowlegged
Village dotard, up on the cold hill
Village dotard, a viper on his lap.

Croaks and ambles lonely in the night.
Croaks and ambles with an ember in his hands.
Scorches on his palms, his feet on fire,
All lonely in the night, a tired old devil.

On the cold hill the adders slide around each other,
One high, two low.
The old man’s palm the curving viper bit,
A stinging wound, a load of vile venom. 

Old man, alone in the night turns back,
In the stairwell, sits waiting for the viper
Wants to put its wily head on the block,
To axe its slithery neck. 

“Snake slither-stealthy, enemy eyeslanted, groundprowler heatherhue, earth your evil incubator; thou knowst evil incubation, earth’s stealthy sireling, from earth sired other serpents, snakes of sibilant shades; Know not thy hue however your hue may be, be thee one hue, dark hue, grey hue, be thee brass or bronze hue— Devil’s biter damned, thou shalt not lay upon my lap, feast on my flesh, you lightningback longtooth lord of lies! Flee to the forest, whisk to the willowstems, slither under sullen stones, sable serpent dive thee deep to dirt. Take the ailment away, your hurt to your horrid home; bring the pain to a battlefield, unleash your evil on the enemy. Better the bite banishes the bad, purify the potent poison, away I say— thou vilest viper, never nose round these acres!
 Devil’s biter damned, thou shalt not lay upon my lap, feast on my flesh, you lightningback longtooth lord of lies! Flee to the forest, whisk to the willowstems, slither under sullen stones, sable serpent dive thee deep to dirt!”

Old man heals the devil’s bite
Pours out liquor, washes it with spirits,
Pours tar and heats a smokey sauna,
Conjures smoky charms, sings spells in his hut. 

In the village they all wonder;
Wonder about the old man’s twisting, stumbling,
About the nightly croaking from a hunchbacked devil,
About an old man’s struggles, cast the rudest rumors:

“Village dotard, old idiot”

“Village dotard, bowlegged”

Old man, old dotard, weary,
Stronger men could take far less. 

–Note: Lyrics patched together from at least four sources, each less accurate than the last, but hopefully evocative! Spellsong lyrics translated here. Further translations here. 

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mineapple:

yeahponcho:

please excuse my grandpa in the background but here’s poncho enjoying her thanksgiving superworms

i will NOT excuse your grandpa he is INTEGRAL to my enjoyment of this video

Belief– Silence

I don’t believe in love
I can not face the flood
I don’t believe in love
diseases in the mud
I don’t believe in love
vultures drawn by blood

I am much too frail for this
I can’t defy the storm
in your kiss

I won’t go down again
I won’t go down this road again
I won’t go up in flames
I won’t go down the drain
of love again

I don’t believe in love
I can not fight the drought
I don’t believe in love
the wasteland in my mouth
I don’t believe in love
the ever-burning doubt

I am much too frail for this
I can’t defy the heat
of your kiss

Desert and rain
Fire and ice
Can you afford
to pay the price
of love?

Silver Bloom– Silence (Boris Benko)
We- We were so vain
Wretched kings
of the room
You- You were different
So detached
So immune
You turned our dirt
into a silver bloom

I was merely a moth
taken by your light
A shadow chained to your feet
A parasite
Words became treacherous
Thoughts were out of tune
You’re a powerful drug,
Silver Bloom

You- You were different
It was clear
from the start
Your smile
Your dark grace
The kind features
of your face
They are the map
of your heart

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