kizolk
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Post by kizolk on Jan 29, 2024 17:46:06 GMT
Voice of the THIRD SPIRIT
In the blue depth of the waters,
Where the wave hath no strife,
Where the wind is a murmur,
And the sea-snake hath life,
Where the mermaid/ocean is decking
Her green _______ with shells;
Like the thunder (I think it should be monosyllabic though) on the surface
Came the sound of thy spells;
O'er my calm Hall of sand
The deep echo roll'd--
To the Spirit of Ocean
Thy wishes unfold!
FOURTH SPIRIT
Where the slumbering earthquake
Lies _______ on fire,
And the lakes of bitumen
Rise _______ higher;
Where the roots of the Andes
Strike deep in the earth,
As their summits to heaven
Shoot soaringly forth;
I have quitted my birth-place,
Thy bidding to bide--
Thy might hath subdued me,
Thy will be my guide!
FIFTH SPIRIT
I am the Rider of the wind,
The Traveller (I'd prefer a noun coming from a verb that could take "storm" as an object, but I don't think "travel" would work...) of the storm;
The hurricane I left behind
Is yet with lightning warm;
To speed to thee, o'er shore and sea
I swept upon the blast:
The _______ I met _______ well, and yet
'Twill come ere night be past.
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Post by Pacifica on Jan 29, 2024 17:53:18 GMT
Voice of the THIRD SPIRIT
In the blue depth of the waters,
Where the wave hath no strife,
Where the wind is a _______,
And the sea-snake hath life,
Where the Mermaid is decking
Her green _______ with shells;
Like the _______ on the surface
Came the sound of thy spells;
O'er my calm Hall of _______
The deep echo roll'd--
To the Spirit of Ocean
Thy wishes unfold!
FOURTH SPIRIT
Where the slumbering earthquake
Lies _______ on fire,
And the lakes of bitumen
Rise _______ higher;
Where the roots of the Andes
Strike deep in the earth,
As their summits to heaven
Shoot soaringly forth;
I have quitted my birth-place,
Thy bidding to bide--
Thy _______ hath subdued me,
Thy will be my guide!
FIFTH SPIRIT
I am the Rider of the wind,
The _______ of the storm;
The hurricane I left behind
Is yet with lightning warm;
To speed to thee, o'er shore and sea
I swept upon the blast:
The _______ I met _______ well, and yet
'Twill _______ ere night be past.
Murmur: it's even less than that.
Thunder: close, and you're right about syllable count.
Come: "die" was closer.
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Post by Pacifica on Jan 29, 2024 17:54:52 GMT
Oh, and something appears elsewhere in a different form.
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kizolk
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Post by kizolk on Jan 29, 2024 18:08:23 GMT
Voice of the THIRD SPIRIT
In the blue depth of the waters,
Where the wave hath no strife,
Where the wind is a rustle/whimper/rumor,
And the sea-snake hath life,
Where the Mermaid is decking
Her green bosom with shells;
Like the clap(s) on the surface
Came the sound of thy spells;
O'er my calm Hall of corals
The deep echo roll'd--
To the Spirit of Ocean
Thy wishes unfold!
FOURTH SPIRIT
Where the slumbering earthquake
Lies _______ on fire,
And the lakes of bitumen
Rise _______ higher;
Where the roots of the Andes
Strike deep in the earth,
As their summits to heaven
Shoot soaringly forth;
I have quitted my birth-place,
Thy bidding to bide--
Thy strength/claim/call hath subdued me,
Thy will be my guide!
FIFTH SPIRIT
I am the Rider of the wind,
The Steerer/Shepherd/Steward/Watcher/ of the storm;
The hurricane I left behind
Is yet with lightning warm;
To speed to thee, o'er shore and sea
I swept upon the blast:
The _______ I met _______ well, and yet
'Twill fall/cease/stop ere night be past.
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Post by Pacifica on Jan 29, 2024 18:13:11 GMT
Voice of the THIRD SPIRIT In the blue depth of the waters, Where the wave hath no strife, Where the wind is a _______, And the sea-snake hath life, Where the Mermaid is decking Her green _______ with shells; Like the _______ on the surface Came the sound of thy spells; O'er my calm Hall of Coral The deep echo roll'd-- To the Spirit of Ocean Thy wishes unfold! FOURTH SPIRIT Where the slumbering earthquake Lies _______ on fire, And the lakes of bitumen Rise _______ higher; Where the roots of the Andes Strike deep in the earth, As their summits to heaven Shoot soaringly forth; I have quitted my birth-place, Thy bidding to bide-- Thy _______ hath subdued me, Thy will be my guide! FIFTH SPIRIT I am the Rider of the wind, The _______ of the storm; The hurricane I left behind Is yet with lightning warm; To speed to thee, o'er shore and sea I swept upon the blast: The _______ I met _______ well, and yet 'Twill _______ ere night be past. It doesn't have to do with sound. Phonetically close. |
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Post by Pacifica on Jan 29, 2024 18:16:08 GMT
This is close, if you consider... |
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kizolk
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Post by kizolk on Jan 29, 2024 19:25:06 GMT
Voice of the THIRD SPIRIT
In the blue depth of the waters,
Where the wave hath no strife,
Where the wind is a fantasy/gesture/movement/silence (which would make your hint slightly vicious),
And the sea-snake hath life,
Where the Mermaid is decking
Her green hair/tail (this time I'd prefer a disyllabic word, but no synonyms come to mind) with shells;
Like the bursts/strikes/bolts on the surface
Came the sound of thy spells;
O'er my calm Hall of Coral
The deep echo roll'd--
To the Spirit of Ocean
Thy wishes unfold!
FOURTH SPIRIT
Where the slumbering earthquake
Lies _______ (I don't even have the beginning of an idea for this blank) on fire,
And the lakes of bitumen
Rise _______ higher;
Where the roots of the Andes
Strike deep in the earth,
As their summits to heaven
Shoot soaringly forth;
I have quitted my birth-place,
Thy bidding to bide--
Thy summon hath subdued me,
Thy will be my guide!
FIFTH SPIRIT
I am the Rider of the wind,
The Stirrer of the storm;
The hurricane I left behind
Is yet with lightning warm;
To speed to thee, o'er shore and sea
I swept upon the blast:
The _______ I met _______ well, and yet
'Twill crash ere night be past.
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Post by Pacifica on Jan 29, 2024 19:53:46 GMT
Voice of the THIRD SPIRIT In the blue depth of the waters, Where the wave hath no strife, Where the wind is a _______, And the sea-snake hath life, Where the Mermaid is decking Her green hair with shells; Like the _______ on the surface Came the sound of thy spells; O'er my calm Hall of Coral The deep echo roll'd-- To the Spirit of Ocean Thy wishes unfold! FOURTH SPIRIT Where the slumbering earthquake Lies _______ on fire, And the lakes of bitumen Rise _______ higher; Where the roots of the Andes Strike deep in the earth, As their summits to heaven Shoot soaringly forth; I have quitted my birth-place, Thy bidding to bide-- Thy _______ hath subdued me, Thy will be my guide! FIFTH SPIRIT I am the Rider of the wind, The Stirrer of the storm; The hurricane I left behind Is yet with lightning warm; To speed to thee, o'er shore and sea I swept upon the blast: The _______ I met _______ well, and yet 'Twill _______ ere night be past. Lies _______ (I don't even have the beginning of an idea for this blank)It's a metaphor; the previous line can help. |
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Post by kizolk on Jan 29, 2024 20:02:13 GMT
"Stirrer" had actually come to mind before "Steerer", but it seemed 1) not close enough to "rider", and 2) made up.
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Post by kizolk on Jan 29, 2024 20:07:36 GMT
Voice of the THIRD SPIRIT
In the blue depth of the waters,
Where the wave hath no strife,
Where the wind is a thought,
And the sea-snake hath life,
Where the Mermaid is decking
Her green hair with shells;
Like the thuds on the surface
Came the sound of thy spells;
O'er my calm Hall of Coral
The deep echo roll'd--
To the Spirit of Ocean
Thy wishes unfold!
FOURTH SPIRIT
Where the slumbering earthquake
Lies snoring on fire,
And the lakes of bitumen
Rise ever higher;
Where the roots of the Andes
Strike deep in the earth,
As their summits to heaven
Shoot soaringly forth;
I have quitted my birth-place,
Thy bidding to bide--
Thy _______ hath subdued me,
Thy will be my guide!
FIFTH SPIRIT
I am the Rider of the wind,
The Stirrer of the storm;
The hurricane I left behind
Is yet with lightning warm;
To speed to thee, o'er shore and sea
I swept upon the blast:
The rain/bird/hail/snow I met _______ well, and yet
'Twill melt ere night be past.
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Post by Etaoin Shrdlu on Jan 29, 2024 20:13:11 GMT
On top of Old Smokey
All covered with cheese
I lost my poor meatball
When somebody sneezed.
Apologies in advance, but I never got on with Byron, and I'm feeling it's not entirely my fault now.
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Post by Pacifica on Jan 29, 2024 20:18:26 GMT
If kizolk rejects Shakespeare, the Bible, and Latin, and you now reject Byron, I'm really going to be at a loss for passages to post.
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Post by Pacifica on Jan 29, 2024 20:20:21 GMT
Right track. The rain/bird/hail/snow I met _______ well, and yet 'Twill melt ere night be past. These lines are about a more typical kind of damage for a storm to cause. |
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Post by Pacifica on Jan 29, 2024 20:23:36 GMT
Where the wind is a thought, Notice that every other line has a feminine ending. |
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Post by Etaoin Shrdlu on Jan 29, 2024 20:24:26 GMT
I'm not rejecting Byron. I'm just mocking the metre. But I'm lacking inspiration, because I don't think we view the world in a similar way. At least linguistically.
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