Clasped Hands of Robert and Elizabeth Barrett Browning, by Harriet Hosmer (1853)

Things I'm researching for my novel.

Poisonous plants (video).

The symbolism of cemetery angels.

Bad Victorian poetry. Notably Julia A. Moore and William McGonagall.

My lonely chamber next the sea Is full of many flowers set free           By summer's earliest duty: Dear friends upon the garden-walk Might stop amid their fondest talk           To pull the least in beauty. A thousand flowers- each seeming one That learnt by gazing on the sun           To counterfeit his shining; Within whose leaves the holy dew That falls from heaven, has won anew            A glory, in declining. Red roses, used to praises long, Contented with the poet's song,           The nightingale's being over; And lilies white, prepared to touch The whitest thought, nor soil it much,           Of dreamer turned to lover. Deep violets, you liken to The kindest eyes that look on you,           Without a thought disloyal; And cactuses a queen might don, If weary of a golden crown,           And still appear as royal. Pansies for ladies all- (I wish That none who wear such brooches, miss           A jewel in the mirror); And tulips, children love to stretch Their fingers down, to feel in each           Its beauty's secret nearer. Love's language may be talked with these; To work out choicest sentences           No blossoms can be meeter; And, such being used in Eastern bowers, Young maids may wonders if the flowers           Or meanings be the sweeter.

A Flower In A Letter, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning. As featured in A Victorian Posy: Penhaligon's Scented Treasury of Verse And Prose, 1987 edition.

“Many in aftertimes will say of you / ‘He loved her’ – while of me what will they say?”

Christina Rossetti, “Many in aftertimes will say of you” (1890)

calling the fact there isn’t a pomegranate emoji as of now a crime

Looking for writer moots

I dont know how to do this as I've never used tumblr, but I'm looking for writer mutuals. I write fantasy, and am currently working on a gothic victorian fantasy that's on it's second draft currently : ). I also have an urban fantasy novel that I had written for Nanowrimo last year that is uploaded on wattpad. Would love to discuss with ya'll ^^

Oscar Wilde was full of witticisms until the very end..

I love literature, I love art, I love writing essays, I love culture and history, I love knowledge and mystery, I love studying until dawn, I love unexpected plot twists and sighs of surprise, I love old books, I love black gel pens, I love drinking tea after a hard day's work, I love, love, love.

The author of a collage I found on Pinterest: ghoulshavemorefun

Me too, Christina, me too...

(Dante Gabriel Rossetti, Christina Rossetti in a tantrum and destroying the contents of a room)

Floriography: Resources for Writers

For centuries, flowers, herbs, and other plants have been used to convey meaning, both in life and in literature. Many of the greats, including Shakespeare, Austen, the Brontë sisters, and Steinbeck referred to floral symbolism to delicately weave into their intricate works. Flowers influenced art for generations before us, and with luck, they will continue to inspire artists for generations after us--long after we've become them.

Victorian Floral Code.pdf

Floriography: An Illustrated Guide to the Victorian Flower Language by Jessica Roux

Language of Flowers Wiki

Hanakotoba - Japanese Flower Language Wiki

Ikebana - Japanese Flower Arrangement Wiki

Kate Greenaway's Language of Flowers

Floral Emblem Guide

Plant Motifs In English, Russian, and Tatar (pdf)

Flower Language Myths

Language of Flowers.com

𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 -𝘾𝙖𝙢𝙪𝙨

THE MOON MAIDEN’S SONG

Sleep ! Cast thy canopy

Over this sleeper’s brain,

Dim grow his memory,

When he wake again.

Love stays a summer night,

Till lights of morning come ;

Then takes her winged flight

Back to her starry home.

Sleep ! Yet thy days are mine ;

Love’s seal is over thee :

Far though my ways from thine,

Dim though thy memory.

Love stays a summer night,

Till lights of morning come ;

Then takes her winged flight

Back to her starry home.

Ernest Christopher Dowson

s. f. solstice, "wisteria"

The Law According to Lidia Poët costume appreciation post

“My life is like a broken bowl, / A broken bowl that cannot hold / One drop of water for my soul”

Christina Rossetti, A Better Resurrection (1862)

THE HOMES AND HAUNTS OF OUR ELDER POETS: with portraits and illustrations. Essays by Horatio Nelson Powers, T.B. Sanborn, and Richard Stoddard. (New York: Appleton, 1881) Illustrations by various artists.

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