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Welcome to idylled, the graphic journal of Liz. Unless otherwise stated, everything here is for your usage, as long as you follow the few rules in the FAQ. All posts have been stored in the memories and tag archive for easy location. Feel free to friend if you want to keep up with updates. ♥ Other than that, we hope you enjoy your stay!

Love is not love, Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no; it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests, and is never shaken; ... Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.

idyll; n. a.) A short poem or prose piece depicting a rural or pastoral scene, usually in idealized terms. b.) A scene or event of a simple and tranquil nature. c.) A romantic interlude.

That sunny dome! Those caves of ice! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware! His flashing eyes, his floating hair! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.