The Love-Talker by Ethna Carbery
I MET the Love-Talker one eve in the glen, He was handsomer than any of our handsome young men, His eyes were blacker than the sloe, his voice sweeter far Than the crooning of old Kevin's pipes beyond in Coolnagar. I was bound for the milking with a heart fair and free — My grief! my grief! that bitter hour drained the life from me; I thought him human lover, though his lips on mine were cold, And the breath of death blew keen on me within his hold.
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- Immissione richiesta originale
- A gothic-inspired black and white pencil drawing depicting a young woman, whose eyes exhibit both fear and allure, held captive by a handsome fairy with burning, dark eyes. They are in a mist-laden glen, pulsating with an ethereal glow. Off in the distance, cattle can be heard lowing, and the wind, seemingly of fairy origin, gusts through the rushes, causing a disturbance. The scene unfolds in an ominous atmosphere, adorned with intricate details. The piece brings into sharp focus the high contrast and dramatic shadows creating a distinct chiaroscuro effect.,drawing_style, drawing, sketch, lines drawing, monochrome, greyscale, portrait,ArsMJStyle, Zen Ink Wash Sumi-e,black and white line art
- Dimensione
- 1024 x 1024
- Passaggi di campionamento
- 8
- Metodo di campionamento
- Euler a
- Scala CFG
- 1.5
- Negativo
- (worst quality, low quality:1.4), (deformed, distorted, disfigured:1.3), poorly drawn, bad anatomy, wrong anatomy, extra limb, missing limb, floating limbs, (mutated hands and fingers:1.4), embedding:negative_hand-neg,embedding:FastNegativeV2,embedding:zPDXL-neg, embedding:bad-hands-5,embedding:bad_prompt_version2-neg,(freckles:1.2)
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