#poem

"Nevermore."

• Model: Fusion*

• Size: 768 X 768 (0.59 MP)

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  • Prompt: Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, “Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore— Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: square

a form of success

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 768 X 768 (0.59 MP)

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  • Prompt: Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the Purple Host Who took the Flag today Can tell the definition So clear of Victory As he defeated – dying – On whose forbidden ear The distant strains of triumph Burst agonized and clear.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: square

Emily's Hope

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: “Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm - I’ve heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Poem

• Model: Cyberspace (v2)*

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: Each flower a wilting sun, The death of a new day is never kind, Grief ain’t no song, No loss is this romantic
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

The Wretch

• Model: PhotoReal

• Size: 1285 X 1635 (2.10 MP)

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  • Prompt: The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: portrait

Goethe`s Love Poem

• Model: Fantasy

• Size: 768 X 768 (0.59 MP)

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  • Prompt: Ach, wie sehn ich mich nach dir, Kleiner Engel! Nur im Traum, Nur im Traum erscheine mir! Ob ich da gleich viel erleide, Bang um dich mit Geistern streite Und erwachend atme kaum. Ach, wie sehn ich mich nach dir, Ach, wie teuer bist du mir, Selbst in einem schweren Traum.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: square

Not Quite What Was Expected

• Model: Fusion*

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: There was an Old Man who supposed That the street door was partially closed; ⁠But some very large rats ⁠Ate his coats and his hats, While that futile Old Gentleman dozed.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Flamingo and Her Dreams

• Model: Stable

• Size: 768 X 768 (0.59 MP)

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  • Prompt: Living by the pond of an enchanted house, live a beautiful girl named Ivanna She wept and cry about how her mothers treated her siblings way better than her Now she’s about to fly and soar with her own two wings
  • Using base image: Yes

sorrow.

• Model: Stable

• Size: 768 X 768 (0.59 MP)

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  • Prompt: Clad all in white, upon a violet bank I saw thee half reclining; while the moon Fell on the upturned faces of the roses, And on thine own, upturn’d — alas, in sorrow!
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: square

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by R. Frost

• Model: Stable

• Size: 768 X 768 (0.59 MP)

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  • Prompt: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: square

Love songs of Kabir excerpt

• Model: Stable

• Size: 960 X 640 (0.61 MP)

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  • Prompt: The sun is descending into the womb of the sea, Filling the ocean with golden gems, Painting the sky in golden gems, It is happening so silently, As all miracles do. Beauty and light have fallen in love and the mundane has become sacred.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Love songs of Kabir excerpt

• Model: Stable

• Size: 960 X 640 (0.61 MP)

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  • Prompt: My empire is made of trees that are crowned in flowers, Of rivers that sing with music, Of colours that explode in life, Of fragrances that fill me with delicacy, Of winds that talk in sighs, Of an inner sky that endlessly unfolds it's mysteries And fills my day with joy. The sun is descending into the womb of the sea, Filling the ocean with golden gems, Painting the sky in golden gems, It is happening so silently, As all miracles do.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape