Prompt: Let not my love be call'd idolatry, Nor my beloved as an idol show, Since all alike my songs and praises be To one, of one, still such, and ever so. Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind, Still constant in a wondrous excellence;
Prompt: My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone— And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Prompt: And passing even into my purer mind With tranquil restoration:—feelings too Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man’s life, His little, nameless, unremembered, acts Of kindness and of love
Prompt: From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring— From the same source I have not taken My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone— And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone— Then—in my childhood—in the dawn Of a most stormy life—was drawn From ev’ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still— From the torrent, or the fountain— From the red cliff of the mountain— From the sun that ’round me roll’d In its autumn tint of gold— From the lightning in the sky As it pass’d me flying by— From the thunder, and the storm— And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view—
Prompt: Why should fate, which is not destined to be a fickle lyricism, sing the same with it (unknown in the world)The love and friendship of old?Sad truth, poet, Why should I expose the secrets of the intrigues of treachery in truthful songs for posterity?
Prompt: an image described by: I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer of my woes— They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes And yet I am, and live …
Prompt: By all means I should understand, But I cannot seem to keep my hands On that truth that shall be praised, As the one to let us be saved. Dear God, fundamental truth may be granted, But can't my thought be counted? As a right in this world, Where objectivity left me no choice But to blend in such a foist.
Prompt: an image described by: And passing even into my purer mind With tranquil restoration:—feelings too Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man’s life, His little, nameless, unremembered, acts Of kindness and of love
Prompt: an image described by: And passing even into my purer mind With tranquil restoration:—feelings too Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man’s life, His little, nameless, unremembered, acts Of kindness and of love
Prompt: I thought for a long time and was in doubt for a long time, What is there to look at the earth from above; Or does everything flow without order through blindness, And there is no providence from heaven in the entire universe. However, having looked at the harmony of the heavenly lights, Earth, seas and rivers kindness and decency, Change of days, nights, appearance of the moon, He recognized that we were created by divine power.
Prompt: I thought for a long time and was in doubt for a long time, What is there to look at the earth from above; Or does everything flow without order through blindness, And there is no providence from heaven in the entire universe. However, having looked at the harmony of the heavenly lights, Earth, seas and rivers kindness and decency, Change of days, nights, appearance of the moon, He recognized that we were created by divine power.
Prompt: an image described by: No more my heart shall sob or grieve. My days and nights dissolve in God’s own Light. Above the toil of life my soul Is a Bird of Fire winging the Infinite.
Prompt: /imagine \"Dear A\u0026T, Dear A\u0026T, a monument indeed Around thy base with grateful hearts behold thy students kneel We bless the power that gave thee birth to help us in our need We’ll ever strive while here on earth All loyalty to yield With joy, with joy, dear A\u0026T, thy students turn from thee To spread thy trophies year by year From Dare to Cherokee. Dear A\u0026T, Dear A\u0026T, the signet thou shalt be Set by our great old commonwealth, proud boaster of the free She'd have the record of her worth on granite not inscribed Nay, let the children of her birth proclaim it by their lives Dear A\u0026T, Dear A\u0026T, henceforth our aim shall be By precepts wise and deeds more sure to bless the State through thee The arts of industry to wield against an idle foe A harvest rich from ripened fields or what thy students sow.\", blue and gold
Prompt: /imagine \"Dear A\u0026T, Dear A\u0026T, a monument indeed Around thy base with grateful hearts behold thy students kneel We bless the power that gave thee birth to help us in our need We’ll ever strive while here on earth All loyalty to yield With joy, with joy, dear A\u0026T, thy students turn from thee To spread thy trophies year by year From Dare to Cherokee. Dear A\u0026T, Dear A\u0026T, the signet thou shalt be Set by our great old commonwealth, proud boaster of the free She'd have the record of her worth on granite not inscribed Nay, let the children of her birth proclaim it by their lives Dear A\u0026T, Dear A\u0026T, henceforth our aim shall be By precepts wise and deeds more sure to bless the State through thee The arts of industry to wield against an idle foe A harvest rich from ripened fields or what thy students sow.\", blue and gold, (black people: 1.7)
Prompt: an image described by:All Nature is taught in radiant ways to move, All beings are in myself embraced. O fiery boundless Heart of joy and love, How art thou beating in a mortal’s breast ! It is Thy rapture flaming through my nerves And all my cells and atoms thrill with Thee ; My body thy vessel is and only serves As a living wine-cup of Thy ecstasy.
Prompt: The Moving Finger writes, and, having writ, Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
Prompt: The Moving Finger writes, and, having writ, Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
Prompt: once i rose above the noise and confusion just to get a glimps beyond this illusion inset a course for winds of fortune yadda yadda masquerading as a man with a reason my charade is the event of the season and if i claim to be a wise man it surely means that i dont know cast about like a ship on the ocean something about devotion etc etc
Prompt: To the one who sees, but is blinded by the light of day, - To the one who is alive and thrown into a dark crypt, To whom the land is a sacred land of exile,
Prompt: To the one who sees, but is blinded by the light of day, - To the one who is alive and thrown into a dark crypt, To whom the land is a sacred land of exile,
Prompt: Pour the poison of her poison, tell her that she will drink without conscience, let her know that this is impossible, let her know that this is all a work, this is a work she created
Prompt: Yes, I kissed and knew The traces of your sweet lips, I gave my lips to my lips, There is no sin here. From kissing lips Just ale and more tender. Why were they so rude Words about me
Prompt: Yes, I kissed and knew The traces of your sweet lips, I gave my lips to my lips, There is no sin here. From kissing lips Just ale and more tender. Why were they so rude Words about me
Prompt: I'm treading water, I need to sleep a while. My lamb and martyr, you look so precious. Won't you come a bit closer, close enough so I can smell you. I need you to feel this, I can't stand to burn too long. Released in this sodomy. For one sweet moment I am whole.
Prompt: I got a taste of love in a simple way And if you need to know, while I'm still standing, you just fade away
Prompt: Justification, The Means Are The EndDoctrine And Dogma, I Will Not RelentThis World A Garden In Need Of Such WeedingThis World A Minefield In Need Of Such SweepingThis Ministration Without Full ConsentFire And Brimstone, I Will Not RelentJust As All Good Things Must Come To An End I Will Administer As I See Fit
Prompt: And why is it so when you shine Beckon to the sky, into wide arms? Look tenderly, you caress your heart, Heavenly stars, distant stars!
Prompt: And why is it so when you shine Beckon to the sky, into wide arms? Look tenderly, you caress your heart, Heavenly stars, distant stars!
Prompt: Even the best fate cannot withstand insincerity, and deep feelings need cherishing. There are no real fools in this world, only those willing to play innocent for you.
Prompt: Life was meant to be lived, and curiosity must be kept alive. One must never, for whatever reason, turn his back on life
Prompt: Forsooth, lust is the unbridled inflamation of one's libidinous and concupiscent appetites, kindling prurient longings for carnal indulgence!
Prompt: The Moving Finger writes and having writ Moves on nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it
Prompt: It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee— With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me— Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we— Of many far wiser than we— And neither the angels in Heaven above Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea— In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Prompt: It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee— With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me— Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we— Of many far wiser than we— And neither the angels in Heaven above Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea— In her tomb by the sounding sea. Style: Photograph
Prompt: Disheveled hair, sweaty, smiling, drunken, and With a torn shirt, singing, the jug in hand Narcissus loudly laments, on his lips, alas, alas! Last night at midnight, came and sat right by my bed-stand Brought his head next to my ears, with a sad song Said, O my old lover, you are still in dreamland The lover who drinks this nocturnal brew Infidel, if not worships the wine's command Go away O hermit, fault not the drunk Our Divine gift from the day that God made sea and land Whatever He poured for us in our cup, we just drank If it was a cheap wine or heavenly brand The smile on the cup's face and Beloved's hair strand Break many who may repent, just as Hafiz falsely planned.
Prompt: Disheveled hair, sweaty, smiling, drunken, and With a torn shirt, singing, the jug in hand Narcissus loudly laments, on his lips, alas, alas! Last night at midnight, came and sat right by my bed-stand Brought his head next to my ears, with a sad song Said, O my old lover, you are still in dreamland The lover who drinks this nocturnal brew Infidel, if not worships the wine's command Go away O hermit, fault not the drunk Our Divine gift from the day that God made sea and land Whatever He poured for us in our cup, we just drank If it was a cheap wine or heavenly brand The smile on the cup's face and Beloved's hair strand Break many who may repent, just as Hafiz falsely planned.
Prompt: My heart, I never be, I never see, I never know Oh, heart, and then it falls, and then I fall, and then I know
Prompt: She does not fade beyond the last edge, The glory that is on life's path No less than a feat, a test, - May God grant that we can move it again
Prompt: Torn in time, Listen to my words for once, Do you fear?, Fear for a broken spell of lust, Touched by a mortal sinner, Roar of massive illusion,
Prompt: From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Machine. Your kind cling to your flesh, as though it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass you call the temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved, for the Machine is immortal… Even in death I serve the Omnissiah.
Prompt: The king stood tall on the mountain, his voice ringing out over the gathered crowd below. He spoke with passion and conviction, his words stirring the hearts of his people
Prompt: The king stood tall on the mountain, his voice ringing out over the gathered crowd below. He spoke with passion and conviction, his words stirring the hearts of his people
Prompt: The ray of the golden sun of darkness was hidden by a veil,And suddenly there was a wall between us again.A-a-a-a-a-a-a-aThe night will pass, the morning will be clear,I know happiness awaits you and me,The night will pass, the rainy season will pass,The sun will rise, the sun will rise.The birds stopped singing, the starlight touched the roofs,In the hour of sadness and sorrow, you will hear my voice.A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a
Prompt: The ray of the golden sun of darkness was hidden by a veil,And suddenly there was a wall between us again.A-a-a-a-a-a-a-aThe night will pass, the morning will be clear,I know happiness awaits you and me,The night will pass, the rainy season will pass,The sun will rise, the sun will rise.The birds stopped singing, the starlight touched the roofs,In the hour of sadness and sorrow, you will hear my voice.A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a
Prompt: The ray of the golden sun of darkness was hidden by a veil,And suddenly there was a wall between us again.A-a-a-a-a-a-a-aThe night will pass, the morning will be clear,I know happiness awaits you and me,The night will pass, the rainy season will pass,The sun will rise, the sun will rise.
Prompt: The ray of the golden sun of darkness was hidden by a veil,And suddenly there was a wall between us again.A-a-a-a-a-a-a-aThe night will pass, the morning will be clear,I know happiness awaits you and me,The night will pass, the rainy season will pass,The sun will rise, the sun will rise.
Prompt: Did you know yourself, from that deaf Universe Having reached our earthly shores, What news, what priceless pledge Delivered to us from future centuries
Prompt: I didn't understand how contradictory human nature was. I don't know how much artificiality is in sincerity, How many north noses are hidden in nobility, Perhaps, virtue is found even in evil
