Once on a time, as poets sing
High tales with fancy laden,
Born of a very noble king
There lived a wondrous maiden.
An only child, her kinsfolk boon,
So fair, imagination faints;
As though amidst the stars the moon,
Or Mary amidst the saints.
From 'neath the castle's dark retreat,
Her silent way she wended
Each evening to the window-seat
Where Lucifer attended.
And secretly, with never fail,
She watched his double race,
Where vessels drew their pathless trail
Across the ocean's face.
And as intent she drank his light,
Desire was quickly there;
While he who saw her every night
Soon fell in love with her.
And sitting thus with rested head,
Her elbows on the sill,
Her heart by youthful fancy led
Did with deep longing fill.
While he, a brilliant shining spark,
Glowed always yet more clear
Towards the castle tall and dark
Where she would soon appear.
Until one night with shower of rays
He slips into her room,
As though a strange and silver haze
Did round about her loom.
And when at last the child to rest
Upon her sofa lies,
He lays her arms across her breast
And closes her soft eyes.
While where his ray on mirror lands
And is upon her couch red rifted,
It falls upon her throat and hands
And on her face uplifted.
A smile is on her lips it seems;
He in the mirror trembles,
For smooth his ray glides midst her dreams
And round her soul assembles.
And while she is in slumber gone
She murmurs through her sighs:
Never mind!
M.E
High tales with fancy laden,
Born of a very noble king
There lived a wondrous maiden.
An only child, her kinsfolk boon,
So fair, imagination faints;
As though amidst the stars the moon,
Or Mary amidst the saints.
From 'neath the castle's dark retreat,
Her silent way she wended
Each evening to the window-seat
Where Lucifer attended.
And secretly, with never fail,
She watched his double race,
Where vessels drew their pathless trail
Across the ocean's face.
And as intent she drank his light,
Desire was quickly there;
While he who saw her every night
Soon fell in love with her.
And sitting thus with rested head,
Her elbows on the sill,
Her heart by youthful fancy led
Did with deep longing fill.
While he, a brilliant shining spark,
Glowed always yet more clear
Towards the castle tall and dark
Where she would soon appear.
Until one night with shower of rays
He slips into her room,
As though a strange and silver haze
Did round about her loom.
And when at last the child to rest
Upon her sofa lies,
He lays her arms across her breast
And closes her soft eyes.
While where his ray on mirror lands
And is upon her couch red rifted,
It falls upon her throat and hands
And on her face uplifted.
A smile is on her lips it seems;
He in the mirror trembles,
For smooth his ray glides midst her dreams
And round her soul assembles.
And while she is in slumber gone
She murmurs through her sighs:
Never mind!
M.E
by VIS84 May 29, 2021
Get the The Saint Who Fellmug. Saint lukes, or what is more commonly referred to as “saint pukes”, is a wanky, pretentious, religiously dogmatic private institution on Sydney’s northern beaches. The austere nature of the homophobic, conservative and racist teachers perfectly aligns with the repulsive personalities of the uptight students who attend; who’s inability to the shut the absolute fuck up about how good they are, leaves them friendless beyond the bounds of this institution (prison). Despite being financially aided by the government, like every other unfairly funded private establishment, the school still somehow manages to bare resemblance to Satan’s fiery rectum. The ineffectual swine that decided on its location, quite obviously managed to wag every Geography lesson on topography, as this hideous shithole sits on Mount Everest. In the earlier decades of its creation, the NSW police were forced to build a station on a nearby street due to the sheer number of students that reported being molested by the countless nuns that guard the campus. Rumour has it, if you sniff hard enough you can smell the lingering aroma of jan robinsons perfume, however caution is required, as PTSD attacks have been triggered by this in the past.
Person 1: who’s that insufferable wanker over there with the obnoxious personality reading the bible??
Person 2: yeah that’s a saint lukes student
Person 2: yeah that’s a saint lukes student
by Purpledino:) January 23, 2021
Get the Saint lukesmug. Imagine losing to the Vikings twice cringe! How bout you step it up Andrew Brees? This is the type of person who doesn’t know how to pick a franchise.
by Denis the Menice January 9, 2020
Get the Saints fanmug. in skating world, person who doesn't give a fuck. and is known for it. commonly used in Coronado, CA
by idgafbitch November 18, 2011
Get the hesh saintmug. phrase coined for the college season surrounding st. patrick’s day. typically used by women to make it known that what to be railed.
by reala$$b1txh March 13, 2023
Get the saint on this pattymug. Still spoil your gf/lady/mrs even if you hate her;
You can also say this phrase in response to the infamous quote: 'If you adore her, Dior her'.
You can also say this phrase in response to the infamous quote: 'If you adore her, Dior her'.
by Aamich July 29, 2024
Get the If you hate her SAINT hermug. by papicandela January 29, 2018
Get the dubs saintsmug.