Typography is the visual components of the written word. Matthew Butterick
Web Typography is a form of art and selecting nice fonts, fundamental typography building blocks, to achive beautiful typography is never easier. From this experiment, google font pairs are hand-picked and turned into creative typefaces .
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Fragrant and fresh
Are the whole branches
Brimming with new life
Brilliant are the leaves
All golden lights.
Pleasant are the forests
At Thingyall's festival time.
One delights to see Lingpya birds building nests
To hear cuckoos in pairs
Making heavenly melodies; and
To see a parakeet's lovely airs
Makes a maiden long to
To feed him in a cage .
Catch him without delay
He is about to fly away.'
The cheroot leaves
I do not buy, but pluck myself.
I do not dry them on the fire
I do not spread them in the sun. But for your smoking
I dry them under my bedclothing.
And with my teeth I trim
These aromatic leaves.
The cheroot I do not bind with silk
But with common cotton thread
To give it truly to you,
My youthful lover in Ava.
In the month of
From emerald green leaf-clusters
Bloom forth golden-yellow flowers.
Truly what other flowers
Can compare with these in beauty
There in padauk 's cool breezy shade
Where the flow of sweat ceases
At the entrance to Nanda Cave —
Retreat of the Pacceka Buddha .
During one month in a year
During one day in that month
During that Day for the Buddha
Padauk blooms forth in theforest.
The time of Thingyan has arrived.
And glorious is the golden pollen
Mistily blown from padauk
And spreading its fragrance
Along forest roads.
Noone can describe all the marvels
Of this royal flower
When soft breezes blow
Rare fragrance spreads
From the saga flowers
Growing on the not far-off
Mountain of the Giant's Palace.
Dark becomes the horizon
Enveloping us from the south in gloom.
Melancholy assails my heart.
Oh, Rain God, do not cause us sorrow!
Do not cause us sorrow, Rain down and
All the eight directions will look gloomy.
And the rain will sadden us in many ways.
Myavati Mingyi U Sa.Droid Serif Convergence
To gain the prize of illumination
I have made up my mind.
Then I shall have liberation
From the bondage of craving (Tanha)
The all consuming darkness
Of ignorance (Avijja-asava).
Seeking a womb for rebirth
In other after-death conditions
Many times I have experienced
But in whatever sphere
Never can it be pure.
Thus no longer do I seek a consort.
Satiated with a layman's life,
I renounce it all and go
To muse in the Dhamma cave.
is not in bloom
In palace gardens
Is With kan flowers.
Is in full bloom
With kan flowers.
Then kan flowers.
Find favor only
Secretly I fell in love
With a lovely girl,
And of gentle birth.
As a consequence
I had to grapple with
Grief vaster than the sea.
My life is unbearable.
First pretending to love me
This maiden was like a cock
Courting round a hen;
Then suddenly she flaunted off.
In many ways she broke the trust
So naively placed in her.
How wrongly I beheved in her.
It wasn't true love, just pretense.
She loves me not, all is in vain.
But for this lovely garland
Containing many sweet smelling flowers,
Not long shall I wait
To be decorated with it.
I am a man of sufficient worth.
Soon the time will come
As comes floresence of all plants
And I shall have a true love.
Ah no! My dear young lady
You are not made of jewels.
You vain and conceited girl
I have not long to wait.
Gilt glass filtered moon rays
Light my stately diamond-studded couch
Where alone hear the drum's sweet sound
Announce the third watch of the night.
Dawn is no longer far-off.
On my thazin scented couch
Alone I await your coming.
Heads on my forehead
I cannot but muse
Over all that has passed
And I am filled with pensive sadness.
On oath you promised never to shun me
Always to be loyal to me
Solemnly you swore,
" If I become King
I shall make you my Queen.
Even if a Goddess tried to seduce me,
Never would I surrender to her. "
" In coronation's splendid display
I shall give to you the place of chief Queen
With eight Brahmins and many pages attending you
And at the time of libation's ceremonial
I shall cause all men to worship you. "
I believed you and gave you my love.
Now...how different is your manner.
Oh, Prince of Kanaung how stern is your face.
Where is the former brightness of your face?
Where are the loving caresses
You so fondly showered on me?
Oh, prince of Kanaung.
Painful as it is... Let me state my trouble.
How full of anguish most dire
Is one tormented by Universal Fire.
As if seven suns blazed fiercely
Equally burning is pain the world-round.
Nowhere can a cool spot be found.
My heart's trouble seems a death agony.
But presently beautiful maidens appear.
"If you want to alleviate my pain.
Sprinkle me with rose scented rain."
If you meet
If you see
If You believe.
So quaint to see
On curved sea shores
Clusters of snails
Whites, reds, yellows and blues
Moving and displaying themselves,
Some golden penholders
Others hard iron traps
Still others—fairies' hairpins
Oh? Hermit crabs!
Coming here or going there
Empty sea snail shells
To live in them
And move about in them.
Bizarre indeed are these.