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Report | 07/01/2009 1:21 am

NinjaRenRen

Thanks for the buy!

Report | 07/01/2009 1:01 am

Katiecchi

Thank you for your purchase(s).

Report | 06/30/2009 12:43 pm

StitchesHurt

Thanks for buying! xD
Have a great summer!

Report | 06/29/2009 11:41 pm

Haruka Chiharu

Thanks for buying.

Report | 06/28/2009 2:53 pm

preppychrissy

thanksss for the buy

^.^

Report | 06/28/2009 2:52 pm

seranade_romance

Thanks 4 buying!!!! You're awesome, and I neeeeddddddd goldddddddddddddd!

Report | 06/28/2009 2:44 pm

Von Rosebud

thanks 4 buying biggrin

Report | 06/28/2009 9:13 am

Yuzii

Thank you for your purchase!

Report | 06/28/2009 7:26 am

Arva van Helden

thx

Report | 06/27/2009 1:27 pm

Demonic Nitemare Cemetery

thnks 4 buying ^^

Report | 06/26/2009 5:41 pm

OrlyBloomerzbaby

Thanks a TON for buying

Report | 06/26/2009 1:13 am

Aquarian Mage

Thanks for buying!

Report | 06/24/2009 1:47 am

xHeidixSurferx

thanks for the purchase! >8D

Report | 06/23/2009 6:56 pm

xBreekachux

thank you for buying from my store :3

Report | 06/22/2009 3:34 pm

o0OKatO0o

THANKS FOR BUYING!

Report | 06/22/2009 9:51 am

Megan The Speed Demon

*is bamboozled by how long that one comment is o.o*

hehe thanks for picking me as best in bottle =P

Report | 06/22/2009 3:41 am

Taranys The Eternal

Thanks for your buy !!! And great summer times !!!

Report | 06/21/2009 6:09 pm

Maschina

Tamerlane


Edgar Allan Poe








Kind solace in a dying hour!


        Such, father, is not (now) my theme-


      I will not madly deem that power


          Of Earth may shrive me of the sin


          Unearthly pride hath revell'd in-


        I have no time to dote or dream:


      You call it hope- that fire of fire!


      It is but agony of desire:


      If I can hope- Oh God! I can-


        Its fount is holier- more divine-


      I would not call thee fool, old man,


        But such is not a gift of thine.





      Know thou the secret of a spirit


        Bow'd from its wild pride into shame.


      O yearning heart! I did inherit


        Thy withering portion with the fame,


      The searing glory which hath shone


      Amid the jewels of my throne,


      Halo of Hell! and with a pain


      Not Hell shall make me fear again-


      O craving heart, for the lost flowers


      And sunshine of my summer hours!


      The undying voice of that dead time,


      With its interminable chime,


      Rings, in the spirit of a spell,


      Upon thy emptiness- a knell.





      I have not always been as now:


      The fever'd diadem on my brow


        I claim'd and won usurpingly-


      Hath not the same fierce heirdom given


        Rome to the Caesar- this to me?


          The heritage of a kingly mind,


      And a proud spirit which hath striven


          Triumphantly with human kind.





      On mountain soil I first drew life:


        The mists of the Taglay have shed


        Nightly their dews upon my head,


      And, I believe, the winged strife


      And tumult of the headlong air


      Have nestled in my very hair.





      So late from Heaven- that dew- it fell


        (Mid dreams of an unholy night)


      Upon me with the touch of Hell,


        While the red flashing of the light


      From clouds that hung, like banners, o'er,


        Appeared to my half-closing eye


        The pageantry of monarchy,


      And the deep trumpet-thunder's roar


        Came hurriedly upon me, telling


          Of human battle, where my voice,


      My own voice, silly child!- was swelling


          (O! how my spirit would rejoice,


      And leap within me at the cry)


      The battle-cry of Victory!





      The rain came down upon my head


        Unshelter'd- and the heavy wind


        Rendered me mad and deaf and blind.


      It was but man, I thought, who shed


        Laurels upon me: and the rush-


      The torrent of the chilly air


        Gurgled within my ear the crush


      Of empires- with the captive's prayer-


      The hum of suitors- and the tone


      Of flattery 'round a sovereign's throne.





      My passions, from that hapless hour,


        Usurp'd a tyranny which men


      Have deem'd, since I have reach'd to power,


          My innate nature- be it so:


        But father, there liv'd one who, then,


      Then- in my boyhood- when their fire


          Burn'd with a still intenser glow,


      (For passion must, with youth, expire)


        E'en then who knew this iron heart


        In woman's weakness had a part.





      I have no words- alas!- to tell


      The loveliness of loving well!


      Nor would I now attempt to trace


      The more than beauty of a face


      Whose lineaments, upon my mind,


      Are- shadows on th' unstable wind:


      Thus I remember having dwelt


        Some page of early lore upon,


      With loitering eye, till I have felt


      The letters- with their meaning- melt


        To fantasies- with none.





      O, she was worthy of all love!


        Love- as in infancy was mine-


      'Twas such as angel minds above


        Might envy; her young heart the shrine


      On which my every hope and thought


        Were incense- then a goodly gift,


          For they were childish and upright-


      Pure- as her young example taught:


        Why did I leave it, and, adrift,


          Trust to the fire within, for light?





  

Report | 06/20/2009 5:37 am

x_iBlackHeart

How i can make tattoos?????

Report | 06/20/2009 3:32 am

Celery Jerky

Thanks for Buying! >///<

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