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Blue Oasis

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Peacock Daze
Deep in the heart of a rose filled garden, overpowered by an intoxicating perfume, a maiden is transported into a world of daydreams. As she drifts into a trance like state, she imagines herself adorned with peacocks and exotic flowers. She enjoys her fleeting moments of escapism.
Posted 07 May 2005
Guests_0001 says
wwoOOow
Posted 12 May 2005
Blue Oasis says
Wow ßã£îçh hun you are very fast with your replies, I was going to PM you saying I've updated this topic but you got before I could

thanks for your admiration, and yes the spirit of flight is very beautiful
Posted 12 May 2005
Blue Oasis says



Lady Galadriel
The beautiful elfin lady of the forest strolls peacefully in the fair land of Lothlorien, amongst the exquisite Mallorn trees. She pauses to gather a posy of her favourite Elanor, which grow in abundance at the foot of the trees. Her face is lit by the magical glow from the star shaped flowers and her hair tumbles over her arm like a golden waterfall. A myriad stars twinkle in the skies as if created by the power in her magical ring. In this most tranquil of places she is perfectly in tune with nature.
Posted 12 May 2005
Blue Oasis says

Last one for today, I will be back with more soon, and plus I'm going to share a different artist with you as well, next time.



My Lady Unicorn
All Unicorns are special creatures with magical powers beyond our imagination, but on a distant world lives a species called ladycorns! These beautiful and mysterious beings are able to communicate either by voice or with an array of musical sounds created by a harp like growth on their forehead. Their world is one of tranquillity and peace where nature is revered and the balance of the universe is maintained.

Posted 12 May 2005
Guests_0001 says
Jia_ka_chand said:

Wow ßã£îçh hun you are very fast with your replies, I was going to PM you saying I've updated this topic but you got before I could

thanks for your admiration, and yes the spirit of flight is very beautiful



I saw you online and I knew u gonna post more

thanku for sharing em na


Really nice choice na

Posted 12 May 2005
Guests_0001 says
Jia_ka_chand said:


Last one for today, I will be back with more soon, and plus I'm going to share a different artist with you as well, next time.






Wooww

okay dear

main wait karun gi

Posted 12 May 2005
Blue Oasis says
CAUTION


This is not a warning. Just to make you aware I would like to point out that some of the following images you may not find suitable to view with children.
THEY ARE NOT VULGAR OR P**NOGRAPHIC. Some of them contain partial nudity of the female torso (think "Little Mermaid") However they
are all in good taste, I would not have posted them on JB otherwise.
Posted 13 May 2005
Blue Oasis says



Magic and Moonlight
A fairy frolic on a perfect enchanted moonlit night!



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Happy Thoughts
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Watching the Moon
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Motherhood
The sacred union of mother and child.
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Pretty in Pink
She's cute, she's sweet and she's a little mischevious as well this sprite.
This faery baby isn't all she seems
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Sea of Roses
Pure romance, washed in a sea of roses.
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The Greenmans Door
Wisdom, Magic, Ancient Lore...
Enchanted Dreams Forevermore...
All that you have e'er wished for...
What lies behind the Greenmans Door?


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Lovers Embrace
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Carry Me Home
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Memorila
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Moon Glow Fairy


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Eros
Son of Aphrodite, the goddess of love, Eros shot magic arrows into peoples hearts to make them fall in love. Sadly, he did not find love as easily as his targets.
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Autumn Winds

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Runaway Princess
Is she running away, or is she waiting for something?
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Nouveau Fairy III- Spring
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Submersion
A graphite self portrait drawn when the artist was 16 years old.

Posted 13 May 2005
Blue Oasis says
"La Belle Dame Sans Merci", by John Keats




The Story
The poet meets a knight by a woodland lake in late autumn. The man has been there for a long time, and is evidently dying.

The knight says he met a beautiful, wild-looking woman in a meadow. He visited with her, and decked her with flowers. She did not speak, but looked and sighed as if she loved him. He gave her his horse to ride, and he walked beside them. He saw nothing but her, because she leaned over in his face and sang a mysterious song. She spoke a language he could not understand, but he was confident she said she loved him. He kissed her to sleep, and fell asleep himself.

He dreamed of a host of kings, princes, and warriors, all pale as death. They shouted a terrible warning -- they were the woman's slaves. And now he was her slave, too.

Awakening, the woman was gone, and the knight was left on the cold hillside.


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Posted 13 May 2005
Blue Oasis says



La Belle Dame Sans Merci

Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,
    Alone and palely loitering;
The sedge is wither'd from the lake,
    And no birds sing.

Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,
    So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel's granary is full,
    And the harvest's done.

I see a lily on thy brow,
    With anguish moist and fever dew;
And on thy cheek a fading rose
    Fast withereth too.

I met a lady in the meads
    Full beautiful, a faery's child;
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
    And her eyes were wild.

I set her on my pacing steed,
    And nothing else saw all day long;
For sideways would she lean, and sing
    A faery's song.

I made a garland for her head,
    And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She look'd at me as she did love,
    And made sweet moan.


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Posted 13 May 2005
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She found me roots of relish sweet,
    And honey wild, and manna dew;
And sure in language strange she said,
    I love thee true.

She took me to her elfin grot,
    And there she gaz'd and sighed deep,
And there I shut her wild sad eyes--
    So kiss'd to sleep.

And there we slumber'd on the moss,
    And there I dream'd, ah woe betide,
The latest dream I ever dream'd
    On the cold hill side.

I saw pale kings, and princes too,
    Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
Who cry'd--"La belle Dame sans merci
    Hath thee in thrall!"

I saw their starv'd lips in the gloam
    With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke, and found me here
    On the cold hill side.

And this is why I sojourn here
    Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake,
    And no birds sing.
Posted 13 May 2005
Blue Oasis says


The Story
The Lady of Shalott is a magical being who lives alone on an island upstream from King Arthur's Camelot. Her business is to look at the world outside her castle window in a mirror, and to weave what she sees into a tapestry. She is forbidden by the magic to look at the outside world directly. The farmers who live near her island hear her singing and know who she is, but never see her.

The Lady sees ordinary people, loving couples, and knights in pairs reflected in her mirror. One day, she sees the reflection of Sir Lancelot riding alone. Although she knows that it is forbidden, she looks out the window at him. The mirror shatters, the tapestry flies off on the wind, and the Lady feels the power of her curse.

An autumn storm suddenly arises. The lady leaves her castle, finds a boat, writes her name on it, gets into the boat, sets it adrift, and sings her death song as she drifts down the river to Camelot. The locals find the boat and the body, realize who she is, and are saddened. Lancelot prays that God will have mercy on her soul.
Posted 13 May 2005
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Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Lady of Shalott (1842)




Part I

On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And through the field the road runs by
             To many-towered Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
             The island of Shalott.


Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Through the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
             Flowing down to Camelot.
Four gray walls, and four gray towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
             The Lady of Shalott.


By the margin, willow veiled
Slide the heavy barges trailed
By slow horses; and unhailed
The shallop flitteth silken-sailed
Skimming down to Camelot:
             But who hath seen her wave her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand?              
Or is she known in all the land,
             The Lady of Shalott?


Only reapers, reaping early
In among the bearded barley,
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly,
             Down to towered Camelot:
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers "'Tis the fairy
             Lady of Shalott."

Posted 13 May 2005
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Part II

There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
             To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
             The Lady of Shalott.

And moving through a mirror clear
That hands before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees the highway near
             Winding down to Camelot: 50
There the river eddy whirls,
And there the curly village-churls,
And the red cloaks of market girls,
             Pass onward from Shalott.


Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,
An abbot on an ambling pad,
Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad,
Or long-haired page in crimson clad,
             Goes by to towered Camelot;
And sometimes through the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two:
She hath no loyal knight and true,
             The Lady of Shalott.


But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often through the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
             And music, went to Camelot:
Or when the moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed;
"I am half sick of shadows," said
             The Lady of Shalott.

Posted 13 May 2005
Blue Oasis says


Part III
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley-sheaves,
The sun came dazzling through the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
             Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever kneeled
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
             Beside remote Shalott.

The gemmy bridle glittered free,
Like to some branch of stars we see
Hung in the golden Galaxy.
The bridle bells rang merrily
             As he rode down to Camelot:
And from his blazoned baldric slung
A mighty silver bugle hung,
And as he rode his armour rung,
             Beside remote Shalott.

All in the blue unclouded weather
Thick-jewelled shone the saddle-leather,
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burned like one burning flame together,
             As he rode down to Camelot.
As often through the purple night,
Below the starry clusters bright,
Some bearded meteor, trailing light,
             Moves over still Shalott.

His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;   
On burnished hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flowed
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
             As he rode down to Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
He flashed into the crystal mirror,
"Tirra lira," by the river
             Sang Sir Lancelot.

She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces through the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
             She looked down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror cracked from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
             The Lady of Shalott.






Posted 13 May 2005
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