#ECHOS of SHEPHERDS PROJECT

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TWO OF THEM!!! Lambs belonging to... @nudibro and @ane-doodles

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Penance

Based on a request

I want to thank my friend for helping me with this fic and listening to me ramble lol

Rated: Explicit | Warnings: occult, Lovecraftian themes, dark-ish, sadism/masochism themes, flogging

Many do not understand the weight of being a faithful and discreet slave to a Divine Force, to an omnipotent God; the Great Old Ones are demanding but they reward loyalty and unyielding faith. Their motives are a mystery, their voices echoing riddles, yet they have those like you who follow their will without question. The Great Old Ones slumber, the Reverend Patriarch says, when the time has come we of faith will ascend like children answering the call of a parent. The Reverend Matriarch told you that the path of faith is difficult, unknowing to us, and at times confusing; we are lambs being guided by an unseen shepherd but we must follow no matter where it takes us. It is written in the notes of a man who touched the slither of the Great Old Ones’ minds. They hold the answers to ‘all that was occurring in the universe’. They live yet are not alive. They can be seen or rather felt when the stars are aligned and the houses rise and fall in sync.

It is your path to accept and go where the invitation to the manor is your test, the Reverend Ones believe you as their child, one touched by a Great Old One, was chosen to see what the Baron of the Oletus Manor.

And you are tested in every match and every interaction.

You try to keep track of how long you have been here, but there is no telling time, no defined way to count. Is it like time is frozen, or is it in a loop? There are nights you stand in the dark of the dormitory halls and sense the force shielding the manor. It is not one you recognize, but you know it is young, hungry, and curious. Then it pulls away as if you scared it.

You try to contact it despite the one titled Priestess advising you not to seek something you do not understand. It makes you chuckle given she is a worshipper of Yog-Sothoth yet has only scratched the surface of his divine power. A young branch of the Gods, Outer Gods, you know as the notes of the first devouts and sacred texts of dreamers who projected themselves to the first home of the Great Ones, Mount Ngranek.

You are the most abnormal of the two who are connected to the Gods of Old, of the Outer, and of the New; you are the one most of the other survivors are uncomfortable around. They fear the unknown though many of them are touched by the forces they cannot understand. You do not speak about your faith with the other survivors though Eli is curious and Fiona senses your soul is touched by something very Old— Older than Hastur and Yidra. But you are not going to preach as it is not your place as a lamb nor do the Reverend Ones allow the preaching of the Great Old Ones. If the person is chosen then they will seek out their kin.

But you find it is different with the ones who follow the Eye of Darkness.

Darkness is a product of the union between Azathoth and Shub-Niggurath, a mysterious one that lacks a proper name. The symbol of it being an eye and a cat is taken note of as this is new information. Along with it having followers, the two are part of the church while the decoder clearly has been touched yet the Hermit does not recruit him? Strange, you do not interfere.

The longer you are here, new arrivals coming in with connections to the ones who are here first or some with no ties to this place, you can know the young entity is joyful. Loneliness? You try to find spots in the manor where the veil, as some will call it, is thin; a crack within the mirror to push against. This is how you found Miss Nightingale, a bird woman who is deeply connected to the manor.

She tells you when the time is right you will have your answers, the Baron will keep this promise.

So the matches go on, the survivors and hunters play their parts, and you find yourself finding an odd understanding with the one called Herald or as many call her here Disciple, the cat did not like you at first during the first match ever you had with her.

Perhaps it sensed the blessing of kin on you? You are curious about it as it is in you.

No one worships the slumbering Old Ones as the Eldest of the Old Ones is frightening and when summoned to this plane of existence only disaster follows. This is known, and it is not what your brothers and sisters want; no, faith and patience are what is given until their awakening. 

The Hermit only becomes aware of seeking you out when the cat, Apostle, keeps slipping between the boundaries of the hunter and survivor side of the manor to stay in your room. It is disruptive and he was lucky you were not in your room when he got the cat.

Until you were there and greeted him at your door, the cat rubbing and walking around your legs.

“Father Alva,” You are the only person to address him in such a manner outside of those within the church of the Eye of Darkness, “Good evening.”

“Good evening, (Name),” He is tall compared to your doorway, “It was not my intention to dispute your evening routine, but a certain cat decided to play cat and mouse at an inappropriate time.” Knowing the avatar hates to be called a cat by Alva, it is just rude!

“Hah,” You bent over and picked up the cat that made a ‘mew’ sound as if it was disappointing you were not going to fight to keep it, “He was no problem here, in fact, he was very insightful on who I should speak about… Well, private religious matters.” Your hand stroking its head causing it to purr.

To say this is the start of a blooming relationship like many have in the manor would be… Saying you became friends with him, which is not the case.

Alva and your faith clash, he is a shepherd and you the lamb, it is in his nature to try to guide what he believes to be a lost lamb into his flock.

You are a lamb but you are not lost, you have a flock but the Great Old Ones have laid out a path for you to follow; he does not see it nor is it for him to see.

Alva a temptation, the one who tries to use this scepter like a shepherd's crook to catch you.

“My faith remains. They have guided me, my path is as clear as they deem necessary.”

Your words hold the weight of truth, but there are nights when you wonder who in the Dreamland wants to indulge in fantasies and sinful pleasures with the Hermit. Lust is nothing to be ashamed of and some use it as an act of worship, however, you feel guilty.

He is a temptation, questions you with his arrogance, and yet he talks to you as if he is the mentor and you the student.

Praying helps but it is not the way of seeking to rid yourself of wild thoughts.

It has been some time since you have done this without assistance; a Reverend One would be here to oversee this and a kin member would be behind you to lash you.

Though this is not the ideal place to commit the act, it is sacred ground and you know the original present that once graced this place is long gone. The cat being here during matches is proof of that, a hollow husk of a place of worship.

You begin placing the materials on the ground. First, you place a covering over the podium—a long black simmering sheet—to symbolize the vastness of space. Next, you remove your robe and place it beside you an arm's length away. Then, you place a wooden box with the symbol of your church on it, then open it to reveal the velveteen fabric inside and the tool of your penance.

You kneel on steps, an arm up gripping the top of the podium, the other hand grabbing the flogger. It has metal tips that will scratch into your skin, pain is a gift and reminder. You lightly tap it on your back, to caress yourself with a familiar object.

The first strike does not as you did it wrong, so you do it again causing you to gasp in pain. Again.

This is not easy without any assistance but you keep going nonetheless.

Over and over, the pain is sharp and there are marks of bruising and welts forming; each side of your upper back is marked and the tears you shed are held back as much as possible.

"Ah!" The next hit hurts causing you to stop and tremble in pain, a sharp inhale of air before the hissing as the cold air is touching the broken flesh wounds. Thoughts of the Eye of Darkness priest still plague you as you swear you can smell him. Burning incense, the faint hint of bathing soap, and the neutral clean scent of medicine. 

The baritone voice coming from behind you only a few steps away snaps you out of thoughts of how mad you feel, "Your devotion is admirable," The undeniable reality of Father being here, like a man of faith who walks into a confessional, you dare not turn your body around towards him.

The Hermit is here because there is peace in the Red Church, odd as that sounds given his faith lies in what the church will say is the enemy— Fools, all of them.

The cries of someone in pain echo within the church, the slapping of something on the skin.

When he enters he sees you kneeling in front of the altar, the top part of your robes off and neatly folding away from you; the thing he heard slapping skin is a flogger... A part of him was mortified to leave cuts on your back, yet true to his word about admiring your devotion to the Old Gods who will never answer your prayer. 

They are silent, long ago to the aether, however, you debate him and hold firmly to your faith. Always reminding him of the young God he worships, a child compared to the God who has marked your soul.

Apostle, the avatar of the Eye of Darkness, confirms it though it wants your faith. You are special, in what way is unknown. If the feline was here in its usual spot on the podium (it seems, it must have decided to return to Disciple's side for her match).

The podium is covered by a black veil shimmering in the low light, the aura around it is both foreign and familiar. Likely be part of this ritual. 

You look over your shoulder at him. "My flesh is only a canvas—A vessel to exercise my worship and hold my faith within.” Speaking with conviction though your voice trembles from the pain, “This is expected."

"Very well," Walking in long strides to be closer behind you, careful of the blood around the floor. "Confessing to the air and seeking atonement through self-inflicted torture." Those golden cat eyes are on you with his head high as he looks down upon you. "There would be a high priest to administer this..." Gesturing to your position, “Correct?” The marks are uneven on your back and your grip on the flogger is not as strong likely from getting tired and the pain.

"Yes," Looking at the podium. "If you will excuse me—"

"Allow me."

You stopped mid-swing, so it didn't connect yet. You looked up at him, "Why?"

Why indeed.

“One cannot help to admire,” You feel the cold scepter press upon your back, blood dripping onto the metal as he presses on open cuts; the pain moans you let out causing him to draw back his scepter. “If only you…” Alva stopped himself from starting a disagreement, “Such dedication to your faith should be praised.”

“But… Why help me?” You feel vulnerable like this kneeling on the steps of this church, him placing the scepter on top of the podium. 

There is an indulgence drive of greed in the self-inflicted atonement that could be considered blasphemous.

That is all he is thinking as he takes the modified device from your shaking hand. He admires your determination and only wishes to help you in your devotion. It has nothing to do with the soft lines of your body with the deep-set marks... nothing to do with your flushed face glistening with sweat. Your parted lips are swollen and trembling from biting back your cries.

"Because it is my duty."

The Hermit is the shepherd and though you are a claimed lamb, he cannot help but offer a hand to ease your journey. His God does not disapprove, it knows you well and your master well enough not to push. For pushing will only drive the lamb to flee, the conflict on your face telling him to ease you into the idea. The way you go tense as lukewarm leather and metals dance up and down your back, the inhale and exhale as your eyes close before they open. They are alert as you glimpse into the darkness of the fabric in front of you, and then he sees you sit up adjusting your position like the one you had before your body was too weak to keep it up.

“Father,” Gripping the top of the podium, “Your duties are obligational to another, however, it is kin to the Old Gods thus they are permitting you to blend our goals.”

“Pray tell me what goals do you believe I have?”

“That has not been revealed to me, Father.” This is true, you can only see as far as they allow, and as far as your human mind can handle, “Only stop when I say so.” Informing him.

In the matches Alva has had the pleasure of you being in, pain does not hindrance for you but rather empowers you. Faster movements, healing not quite as fast as others, but you can take their pain and feel into yourself. A masochist is what they call you, but the scars on your back say this is your belief and the power given in return. He will follow your words as the first strike has your crying out, words of prayer in a language he cannot decipher. It matches no human language.

Another hit, you refuse to fall. Another hit. Then another,

Though you know his strikes are no less harsh than your own the endorphins rushing through your body make the harsh sting of the leather and metal arc down your spine in strangely warm waves. The fabric beneath your fingertips feels soothingly cool to the touch. 

You take it as a sure sign of your God's approval albeit you feel strangely guilty for it. To need assistance from one such as him feels like a test of faith you've not been taught how to navigate and as the warmth spreads through your body you find yourself gripping the podium tighter as the thought flits through your mind

Is this a test... or an outright trap?

"I will not feign that I know the heart of your God, but if you truly believe in that shared kinship then perhaps this is intended." His voice didn't waver but he couldn't stop the softest of grins to curl the corner of his lip. Your shiver was subtle but he knew he had struck a chord.

He let the leather tresses of the flogger go lax against your back for a moment, the gentle caress only bringing more awareness to the tight and throbbing welts making you bite your lip again to steady your breath. 

"To what end?" You thought you had it but your voice wavered slightly.

His grin deepened as he slowly traced the tails back up. The cold metal scratches against your flesh and draws another harsher shiver from you.

"Perhaps some mutually glorious purpose." He flicked his wrist suddenly drawing the full shock of the device across the one relatively unmarred patch of your back. Your sharp yelp echoed through the abandoned church, the passionate echo dancing across the stone a litany that made his breath catch in his own chest.

You fell forward slightly, clinging desperately to the podium to not fall. His words made sense.

Why else would your God allow him here in this most intimate of devotions?

Alva keeps going until there is more blood on the floor and his shoes; stopping when you collapse, still conscious and able to move enough to try to pull yourself up, “(Name)—” Has he found your limit?

“W-why did you stop?” Upset as if you did not nearly pass out because you did not tell him to stop, “My thoughts are still tainted.” Panting as you get yourself back up as if you have a second wind kicking in to keep going.

“This is ineffective.” Dropping the bloodied flogger, “If your thoughts are truly sullied then we are using my method.”

“Y-your method?” Lying on the floor confused then making an indigent sound when he picks you up far enough to have your legs dangling from the floor, a reminder the hunter has supernatural strength. “Father Alva what are you…!?”

[chrizzzbang]

My Dog Thinks You're My Boyfriend

wc: 1.6k

pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

Chapter 1: The New Recruit

If I had a dollar for every time someone said adopting a dog would change my life, I’d have exactly seven dollars—because that’s how many friends texted me that exact phrase the day I brought Riot home.

They weren’t wrong. But they also didn’t warn me that my life would change because my dog would develop an unhealthy obsession with my neighbour.

It started at the shelter.

I didn’t go looking for a project. I wasn’t in the market for a four-legged emotional support grenade. I just wanted a companion—someone who didn’t ask about my leg, didn’t pity my early retirement from the force, and wouldn’t give me that look when I said I was fine when I clearly wasn’t.

The shelter was loud. Barking echoed off the concrete walls, each kennel a chorus of hopeful eyes and wagging tails. I almost missed him. Riot was tucked into the back corner of his kennel, completely silent, his golden-brown eyes watching everything with the kind of calculating focus I recognized instantly. Cop eyes.

His file read:

Name: RIOT Breed: German Shepherd Age: 3 years Temperament: Difficult Notes: Rejected from K9 program. Behavioural issues. Not recommended for first-time dog owners.

Naturally, I asked to meet him.

The volunteer raised an eyebrow. “You sure? He doesn’t do great with strangers. Especially men.”

“Lucky for him, I’m not a man.”

They led me to a small outdoor enclosure. Riot was brought in, stiff-legged, hackles up. He clocked me immediately, paused—and then walked over like we’d known each other forever. Sat right at my feet. Looked up.

The volunteer gawked. “Okay… that’s new.”

“I’ll take him.”

The first sign that I’d adopted a menace came at 9:17 PM.

It started with the couch. I’d barely settled in with a mug of tea when Riot trotted into the living room, jumped up onto the cushions, spun in three wild circles, and then flung every throw pillow onto the floor like they’d personally insulted him.

“Okay,” I muttered, sipping my tea. “You’re adjusting.”

Then he barked. Once. Loud. Sharp. I jumped, sloshing tea on my hoodie.

He trotted over and sat directly in front of me. Stared.

“Do you… want something?”

He kept staring. Ears perked. Very judgey.

“Listen, I don’t know your schedule yet. I don’t know if you need a walk, a treat, or an exorcism, so you’re gonna have to help me out here.”

Riot huffed. Turned around. Jumped on the couch again—this time landing squarely on my lap.

I made a sound that was probably human. Somewhere between a squawk and a gasp.

“You weigh like eighty pounds!”

He curled up into a ball, let out a long, dramatic sigh, and refused to move. Dead weight.

“Well,” I said. “This is fine. Totally normal bonding experience.”

10:04 PM. I’d convinced him to sleep in his dog bed.

At least, I thought I had.

I turned off the lights, climbed into bed, and was just about to drift off when I heard the softest, most pathetic whine outside my bedroom door.

I ignored it.

The whine turned into a scratching sound.

I buried my face in the pillow.

Then came the howl. Low and mournful. Like he’d been locked out in the rain and was composing a blues song about it.

I opened the door. Riot looked up, tail wagging slowly, like oh hey, you rang?

“You were literally fine five minutes ago.”

He stepped into the room like he owned the place. Circled the bed. Sniffed my nightstand. Then, like the tiny traitor he was, hopped up and plopped down—right on the pillow beside me.

“I didn’t say you could—”

He closed his eyes.

I sighed. “This is going to be a long adjustment.”

Midnight. I woke up to hot breath on my face.

Riot was sitting up. Staring at the window. Ears alert, tail rigid.

My adrenaline kicked in before my brain did. Years of muscle memory had me reaching under the bed for a weapon I no longer carried. Empty space met my fingers.

Instead, I whispered, “What is it?”

He growled—low and quiet. Protective.

I sat up. Listened.

Nothing.

Then I heard it. A raccoon scrabbling across the fence outside.

Riot barked once—just one, deep and terrifying—and the noise outside stopped instantly.

He stood, paced to the edge of the bed, checked the door, then returned to sit beside me.

My heart was pounding, but not from fear. Not really.

It was the familiarity. The alertness. The way he watched the shadows like he’d been trained to assess threats. Like I used to.

I reached out and rested a hand on his back.

“You were a good cop, huh?”

He didn��t move, but his ears flicked slightly. Like he heard the sadness I hadn’t meant to say out loud.

We sat like that for a long moment. Just the two of us. Awake in the quiet.

I was the first to lie down again.

He followed. Laid beside me, his body heavy and warm against mine.

And this time, when I drifted off, I didn’t dream about the fire. I didn’t jolt awake from phantom gunshots. I just… slept.

The first twenty-four hours were mostly fine aside from that. Riot adjusted quickly. He followed me from room to room, inspected every corner of my apartment, and settled in like he’d live here all his life. I even got cocky and decided to take him for a walk the next morning.

Mistake number one.

The second we stepped outside; Riot jolted forward like a missile. I barely had time to lock the door before he was dragging me across the sidewalk, leash taut, head high.

“Riot! Slow down!”

He did not.

He bee-lined across the lawn next door, barking once—a sharp, commanding bark like he was announcing his arrival. I scrambled to keep up, planting my feet just in time to see a front door swing open.

And there he was.

Bang Chan.

I’d seen him in passing. A few neighbourly waves, a polite smile from across the parking lot. Tall, athletic build, brown curls, warm eyes. The kind of man who probably baked his own dog treats and remembered everyone's birthday.

Riot immediately sat. Perfect posture. Tail wagging.

I stood there, winded, clutching the leash like a frazzled rodeo reject.

Chan tilted his head. “Well, hey there. Who’s this?”

“This,” I said, panting, “is my new dog. Riot.”

Riot looked up at him like he’d found the second coming of Lassie.

Chan crouched, offered a hand. “Hey, Riot.”

Riot placed a paw in it.

I blinked. “He doesn’t even do that for me.”

Chan laughed. “Some dogs just know a dog person when they see one.”

“Apparently he thinks you’re Jesus in a flannel.”

Chan smiled. “You live next door, right?”

I nodded. “Yeah. I’m the quiet one who minds her business.”

“Until your dog crashes my lawn at full speed?”

“To be fair, I think he’s trying to elope with you.”

Chan gave Riot a playful pat. “Well, I’m flattered. He’s got good taste.”

Riot huffed like he agreed.

Over the next few days, it became obvious that Riot was a traitor.

He refused to eat breakfast unless we walked by Chan’s yard first. Refused to go for walks unless they were in the direction of Chan’s house. When I tried to teach him “sit,” he stared at me like I’d asked him to solve quantum physics.

But the second Chan stepped outside? Perfect behaviour.

“Oh, you’ve got a crush,” Chan teased one morning, watching Riot prance up to him like a trained ballerina.

“He’s got issues.”

“He’s got taste.”

Riot leaned into Chan’s legs and let out a dramatic sigh. I swear if he could talk, he would’ve said, See? Why don’t you date this one?

Chan rubbed behind his ears. “You want help training him?”

I narrowed my eyes. “You offering out of pity?”

“Out of interest. He clearly responds to me. I do some behavioural training on the side.”

I hesitated. “So, you’re like… a dog whisperer?”

“I prefer ‘canine behaviourist,’ but sure.”

I stared at my dog, who was currently ignoring my existence to stare longingly at Chan.

“Fine,” I grumbled. “You can help. But only because he listens to you. Not because you have a cute smile.”

Chan grinned. “Noted.”

By the end of the week, Riot had learned four new commands, responded to his name with zero attitude, and had started bringing me my slippers in the morning. All thanks to Chan.

The betrayal ran deep.

Chan dropped by one evening with a bag of homemade treats.

“These are for Riot. Peanut butter and oat. No additives.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Do you just casually bake for dogs?”

“I casually bake for people too, but I didn’t want to come on too strong.”

Riot sat immediately, tail wagging so hard he nearly knocked over a lamp.

Chan handed him a treat. Riot took it gently, like a saint.

“Unbelievable,” I muttered.

Chan glanced at me. “He likes you; you know.”

“He’s got a weird way of showing it.”

“He chose you. Dogs don’t fake that. Not even difficult ones.”

I swallowed. “Yeah, well. We’ve both been told we’re too much to handle.”

Chan looked at me then—not the usual teasing glance, but something quieter. Something that made my chest tighten.

“Then maybe you just need someone who can handle it.”

Riot barked once, sharp and approving.

Chan smiled. “See? He agrees.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m surrounded.”

But I was smiling too.

And for the first time in a long time, it didn’t feel like a mistake.

[ocdvampire]

Into the Heart of Darkness: The Haunting Mystery of Romania’s Hoia-Baciu Forest

Subtitle: Where Time Stands Still, and Shadows Whisper the Truth

The Forest That Shouldn’t Be: A Paranormal Beacon in Transylvania

Paranormal investigators, cryptozoologists, vampirologists, and lovers of gothic horror lore alike flock to this site, hoping to witness its ghostly grandeur. But is it merely legend—or something far more sinister?

Ancient Settlement or Cursed Ground?

Archaeological evidence confirms human settlement in the Hoia-Baciu region dating back to 6500 BC, making it one of the oldest known Neolithic sites in Romania. Part of the Starčevo–Kőrös–Criș culture, this land once bore witness to early civilization’s rituals, burials, and enigmatic architecture. Excavations unearthed ancient homes and burial grounds in the nearby Valea Lungă area—silent testaments to lives long vanished under the soil.

But how many souls wandered these woods? How many were lost to its unseen forces?

We may never know. And that’s precisely what makes it so captivating.

A Forest Alive with Legends, Spectres, and Screams

Among the most chilling legends are:

The Girl Who Vanished for 20 Years: A child who disappeared within the forest’s grasp, only to return two decades later—unchanged. No aging. No memory. As though she had been cradled by time itself.

The Shepherd and His 200 Sheep: A man and his flock walked into the forest and vanished without a single trace. Not a footprint. Not a bleat. Gone.

The Perfect Circle of Death: Deep in the forest lies a barren clearing—a perfect circle where nothing grows. Soil samples show no anomalies, yet vegetation refuses to thrive. Paranormal experts claim this is a dimensional weak spot, where spiritual and electromagnetic energies surge.

And then there are the UFOs—strange lights blinking in unnatural rhythms, captured in multiple photographs and videos, even pre-dating modern drone technology.

A Gothic Pilgrimage: Why Hoia-Baciu Draws the Macabre at Heart

The Hoia-Baciu Forest is nestled not just in Transylvanian geography, but in its cultural DNA. Romania itself is drenched in dark folklore—home to the legend of Vlad the Impaler, vampiric mythologies, haunted monasteries, and haunted castles that echo with ancestral pain.

Imagine The Blair Witch Project, but colder, older, and somehow… watching you.

Final Thoughts: The Forest Never Sleeps

The Hoia-Baciu Forest is more than a spooky tourist destination. It is a living relic of the unknown—a dark sanctuary for those brave enough to confront the veil between this world and the next. It dares us to question what we believe, what we see, and what exists just beyond our understanding.

If you ever find yourself in Cluj-Napoca, and you feel the pull of something ancient, something buried beneath the leaves… listen. The forest calls.

Will you answer? OCD Vampire

[coralhoneyrose]

Pairing: Chrom / F!Robin

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Feelings Realization, Misunderstandings, Secret Relationship, Medium Burn, Demisexual!Chrom

Preview:

By mid-morning, Ylisstol takes shape against the misty horizon. The pale stone walls that rim the city’s periphery bite into the sky like concentric rows of gleaming teeth. The road the Shepherds travel upon transforms too, from muddy footpaths buried in leaf litter to paved avenues that welcome the horses’ hooves and caravan’s wheels.

Robin is surprised by the effect that seeing the capital again has on her—some pinching in her chest that she wasn’t even aware of loosening at last. She’s not sure when Ylisstol became familiar enough for her to miss it so dearly, but there’s no denying the warm relief that being back brings her now. She missed its cobbled streets, criss-crossed by squealing children chasing after one another; missed the bakery on the corner that slips her an extra turnover each time she pays a visit; missed being cocooned in her bed, her real bed, back in the castle.

Homesickness, a quiet voice within her supplies. She can’t help but wonder if the ache of it is merely new to her since losing her memories or if it is just new to her, period. More than once she’s speculated that the reason no one has ever come asking after her since she lost her memories might be that she never stayed in one place long enough to put down roots…that she never had a home to miss before the one that Chrom gave to her.

Thinking of him draws her eyes back to the castle looming ahead where Exalt Emmeryn is no doubt eagerly awaiting the return of her brother and sister. Words Chrom spoke the night of the assassination attempt echo in Robin’s mind: Emm represents the best of the halidom—the part most worth protecting.

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[beatriceeagle]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series)

Relationships: Beauregard Lionett & Caleb Widogast, Beauregard Lionett/Yasha, Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast

Characters: Caleb Widogast, Beauregard Lionett, Bren Aldric Ermendrud, Original Male Character(s), Yasha (Critical Role), Essek Thelyss, Astrid Beck

Additional Tags: canon compliant through Mighty Nein Reunited, canon inspired through Echoes of the Solstice, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, technically this is kidfic in both senses of the term

Chapter: 1/24

Summary: Six months ago, Beau adopted a teenager who loves the Cobalt Soul, but can't stand her. Ten minutes ago, Caleb accidentally summoned his own teenage self into his living room. So you know, they're both going though some shit.

At least Caleb's got experience befriending novice monks with attitude problems. And Beau's got experience befriending Caleb.

Chapter Summary: Beau reads a bedtime story. Caleb makes a phone call.

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Beau had barged in on many unwelcome scenes in Caleb’s house, including Caleb bleeding (from a magical accident), Caleb bleeding (from a cooking accident), and in a sight she would never scrub from her mind, Caleb bleeding (from a sex-with-Essek accident). Still, she never could’ve predicted what she found.

A first glance showed her Caleb huddled on the floor of his sitting room, back pressed into a corner, knees folded up to his chin. He stared across the room, almost-but-not-quite looking at a boy, sixteen or seventeen, lying apparently unconscious on the couch. A second glance showed her that the boy was wearing a wizard’s robes, and that he was likely unconscious due to the familiar Iron Shepherd manacles around his hands. A third glance showed her that the boy’s robes were at least twenty years out of fashion, that his jaw cut a very familiar outline, and that his hair, while shorter than she’d ever seen it, was a dead ringer for Caleb’s color.

Beau rounded on Caleb. “Have you been fucking with time travel?”

Caleb’s face paled. Gods above, he looked so bad. Bad like sitting on the beach after storming Vergesson. Bad like collapsing to the ground after defeating Ikithon. It’d been years since all of that, and Beau had thought he’d settled, found some kind of peace. But whatever this was, it had shaken him into the kind of state Beau had really hoped she'd never see him in again.

“No,” he said emphatically. “I would not… I have put that behind me, you should know that.”

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[daydreaming-jessi]

A look back into the past, when the Lamb first granted mercy to their old god. Narinder is out of his old prison, back in the land of the living, and relishing this new life. His change in demeanor shakes the Lamb. He isn’t the savior they once naively deified, but perhaps he isn’t the heartless, power hungry monster they had to conquer. And maybe he will realize the same of them.

A little sneak peak under the cut

Furious red eyes met steady dark ones. Both chests were heaving from exhaustion. Blood dripped from slices, bruises slowly pooling up under flesh. The air was dark, and cold. The whispers that had once always permeated the misty landscape were hushed. The universe was silent, holding its breath as the decision that would decide its fate was made.

Mutual hatred burned bright in the shared gaze of the two immortals, a silent standoff taking place in the quiet of the hard fought battle that’d been decided. What once was worshipper and their deity now stood ruined.

The Lamb let their weapon shift back to it’s crown form, sliding up their arm between their horns as they straightened up, letting their blood stained fleece flutter back down into place over their body. They slid a hoof back, and gazed down at their old god. The crown’s red eye flared, and their voice fluttered forth from it’s inky void.

“The only reason you will live is that you gave me back my life. I pay back my debts, unlike you.”

The One Who Waits spat out a curse, sneering at the pitiful soul he once called his vessel.

“You weak, snivelling, foul THING! You-“ The Lamb lifted their hoof, and he suddenly lifted up from the ground, like a kitten picked up by the scruff by an invisible hand. His eyes widened, and he flailed in place. “-wait! WAAAIIIIIITT-“ his voice echoed as he was sent careening down into the portal that cracked open beneath him.

The Lamb watched him fade away, the cold dread finally melting away. It was done. They’d won. Around them the crucifixes crumbled, their Flock broke free of their restraints and rushed forth to their beloved shepherd, crying out joyously and cheering for their new God. A new age awaited them back home.

…

After the dust of the battle settled and he was brought to the cult, the Lamb thought they knew how Narinder’s indoctrination was going to go. Bitter, unyielding anger, constantly hissing at them for their betrayal, perhaps he’d even end up dissenting. One more battle to fight, this time on their turf.

And then, nothing. From the moment he stepped onto the temple grounds, Narinder played the part of a good follower. He accepted the robes he was given, attended the Lamb’s sermons, ate with everyone, and finished his assigned work. He is civil, if curt with the Lamb, never lingering to argue. The closest act of defiance he had was refusing the Lamb’s blessings, snidely growling that he didn’t want pointless trifle.

They are definitely not leader and follower, he still holds his pride and his distance, never letting the Lamb close to confer any thoughts or doubt, but they’re more like estranged acquaintances. Forced to share a space and exchanging polite words to make things go easier. It’s better than the at-each-others-throats-enemies the Lamb was prepared for. They don’t see each other much, merely watch the other from a distance. Waiting.

He mostly ignored the other followers, especially those that still begrudged him for their attempted slaughtering when the Lamb rebelled. He didn’t pick fights, or rise to any challenges. Any scuffle that occurred saw him only defending himself from the more short tempered trouble makers everyone else struggled with.

“Take the blessing for what it is, Lamb. You took a great gamble granting him mercy, and it looks like you won it. Don’t push your luck by questioning the Fates,” Ratau had told them when they asked him for his opinion.

They supposed his unexpected cooperation was indeed a blessing, no one wants to be on guard every hour of every day for possibly eternity. That didn’t mean nothing happened, though.

[snowthornes]

"Are you alright?" the golden-haired Norm asked, a note of concern entering his voice. "You look like you just swallowed something awful." Thorne felt his smile freeze on his face. Slowly, under the gazes of the three Shepherds — Hael, of course they'd be Shepherds — he nodded, still smiling. "Yes, I'm doing wonderfully. My apologies — I think I had something in my throat." Thorne had never planned on joining the Shepherds.

(UNDER HEAVY REWRITES)

1 ✦ Demons. Awful for Business.

“Do you believe in free will?”

The question echoed in Thorne’s ears long after the red-haired man with the wide-brimmed hat had left, flicking a coin into his empty cup before he made his exit with a dramatic finality. He stared idly at the solitary cup, sitting only a table away — turning the previous conversation over and over in his head.

It was an intriguing question, he thought, settling back into his seat. His hand absently came up to finger the gleaming silver necklaces looped around his neck. Free will. Did he believe in free will? He had played along with Croelle, (Omens, his mind whispered, warnings and legends and gods), curious to see where the other man was going with his random approach of a stranger, but — he wasn’t sure. 

All he knew was this: as a Diminished stray who had had to survive by himself since his Wreath Day, free will had never been his to contemplate. He had laughed, and charmed, and manipulated, and slaughtered — all under the looming banner of survival. 

Could the sort of life he had led be the kind that had anything to do with “free will”?

He didn’t know. 

Still, the thought that everything in his life was predetermined… to put it nicely, it set him ill at ease. To put it bluntly, it pissed him off.

Faith was a shadow that he had turned his back on long ago. Whatever ‘path’ this so-called One-God had allegedly set out for him, Thorne had no interest in walking it. Just the thought left an acrid taste in his mouth. If not believing in free will meant believing in the One-God’s will, then, fine — he believed in free will.

And with his free will, Thorne had come to Haven with one mission: to find employment.

Not very glorious, but one does what one must. And what Thorne must do was find some sort of employment that involved more than wandering around the continent and picking up whatever jobs the day saw fit to throw his way — jobs of which were always a toss-up between the mundane and bizarre.

(He couldn’t count the amount of lost pets he’d had to find over the years. Once, he’d had to track down a family’s beloved pet pig after it fled deep into a forest. Needless to say, while he'd managed to rescue it, the massive wild cat that had also been tracking said pig hadn’t been very happy.)

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Hello! Thank you very much for opening my fic :D This won't be a chapter by chapter retelling of SHOH, but more of a fic about Thorne's own experiences in Blest as himself , not as an OC limited by the (very understandable!!) narrative constraints of the game. There will be scenes that weren't directly addressed in the game like Thorne's initiation to the Shepherds, so there will be quite a lot of headcanon-ing going on! This is very much a passion project and something I'm writing for fun — Thorne Briers and the world of SHOH are both very dear to me, and I couldn't resist the urge any longer. I hope you have as much fun following the story as I do writing it!

This is an unpolished work; I'm still very new to writing. Hopefully I'll be able to improve my craft while writing this fic, and have fun doing it!

DISCLAIMER: The world and characters of "Shepherds of Haven" do not belong to me, but to Lena Nguyen. You can find her on Tumblr under the @ shepherds-of-haven. Thorne Briers is a character of my own creation, and the MC of this fic. Due to narrative reasons, there will be several lines lifted directly from the game (ex. when a canon character speaks). Please let me know if this is a concern!

[princesssarcastia]

here, have the start of the next story in that one series I wrote two years ago, about what would have happened, if ahsoka tano thought to ask maul who his sith master is.

in which time has passed, old wounds are healed if still tender, and there is a new generation to shepherd and nurture.

—

Ahsoka meets Cilghal for the first time when Obi-Wan volunteers her to lead a group of younglings to Ilum with Master Windu.  Normally, the Temple respects her status as a Ranger too much to snatch her up for missions during those periods she’s on Coruscant to rest, but somehow, this time was different.

She has to jog through the hangar to catch the Crucible in time, which she also doesn’t appreciate.  Force, she didn’t even manage a real shower, just a quick run through the sonic in her quarters, which means her montrals are a touch out of sync with the rest of her; it’s not quite a headache, but it makes her…cranky. 

That’s something she can admit to herself, if not Master Windu, who eyes her when she sheds momentum by nearly sliding up the ramp into the ship, projecting faint irritation in the Force.

Catching his gaze calmly, she pulls her emotions back behind her shields and gives a faint bow.  “Master Windu, it’s nice to see you again.”

“And you, Knight Tano,” he returns, and they walk deeper inside together, the younglings already scattered to set up their bunks in the berth.

It’s been a while since they’ve spoken at any length; most of their interactions are consigned to polite acknowledgement as they pass one another in the halls of the Temple.  Ahsoka honestly wouldn’t put it past Obi-Wan to be forcing them to finally get over themselves, after all these years.  They don’t dislike each other, it’s not that.  But there’s a hum-thrumming of sensitivity itching under her skin whenever they spend too much time together, force-memory of a shatterpoint shared and echoes of tortured laughter cut brutally short.  That’s something she’s spent the last eight years trying to put down.

Though on rare occasions, that edge of a reminder at the back of her head makes for a spectacular spar between them in the salles, and their last bout drew what felt like half the Temple before it was over.  Her musing actually pulls that particular clash out of both of them and into the surrounding Force, and they both soften at once.

Just in time for a little Rodian youngling to dash into the room across from them, chanting, “Knight Tano!  Knight Tano!  Padawan Katooni said when you took her to Ilum you were kidnapped by pirates is that true?  Are we going to be kidnapped by pirates?”

She gets a blinding flash all her own of Ganodi pouting in disbelief at the idea of learning from a droid, but before she can even smile, a chorus of half a dozen other younglings gasp, “Pirates?” and practically stampede into the room in the wake of their fellow.

Mace audibly sighs, and Ahsoka’s not-quite-a-headache has definitely solidified.

But she spends the next hour or so recanting the frankly ridiculous series of events that followed her last trip to Ilum, including being attacked by pirates, being kidnapped by pirates, the worst circus acts she’s ever seen in her life, teaming up with those same pirates, and a brief and terrifying battle with General Grievous. 

Fucking Hondo.

By the end of it, she has all their attention wrapped around her like a cloak, wide eyes following her hands and, in some instances, seeing what she saw through the Force.  A few of them definitely have a talent for clairvoyance, if not outright precognition, which will make this trip interesting, to say the least.  Ilum is strong in the unifying Force.  She does her best to tuck the sheer desperation of that final duel away as she tells it because it’s just another fun story, for them.  Jedi, fighting the forces of evil!  The ups and downs of battle are exhilarating, not horrifying, because they still know in their hearts a Jedi can do anything they set their mind to.

—

Creating a lightsaber is a sacred process, one that unites every Jedi.  These younglings will remember one another for the rest of their lives, remember the feeling of each other in the Force every time they held the physical manifestation of their lives in their hands.

All the crechémates Ahsoka built her first lightsaber with are dead.

—

aaaaand that's as far as I got, back in 2021. Cilghal is a real star wars character, a healer-knight from the days of the new jedi order. i figured bariss and ahsoka probably ended up sharing a padawan, given the ending scene of Had we but World enough, and Time.

[gorjee-art]

I drew a lamb! -ROARING APPLAUSE-

I drew another lamb!! -ROARING APPLAUSE-

THREE LAMBS!!! -ROARING APPLAUSE-

[libidomechanica]

Of countries

A ballad sequence

               1

To peer her, tis than the transgress     than ironed with heaven’s spirit. And then, the key that Donna     Inez did not mine.

               2

Warm and his swept. Tho we know it, ��   bearing hard to know. His doubt how, than these not love across     her swelling, ween, Julia

swayed: Ay—the Spanish his breath, with     such as the sky, till and you can quell him pale was been a     Miss Blank means of some sing

from beat, his Heart—it is while I     cannot rests; which is ends together rummaged nursed if she     flinging blushing: yet maid,

Art that never comes to speaks like     two last must he had their beds of all around, lest of a     niche, will cultivate alone

and tower. But a heart renewed     his and sleekers Palinodie, althoughts mine: a helplesse,     to be rule of Fame whole.

               3

Spread they passe: the view, gored upon     such desperate wild disposed, but one; yet hiding, there     a goods. Ye gods of all their favour’d him all went. What with     their optics to rises

and dim; but though perdie soul third upon     my lay, into these ages can’t go over scorn, began     ends he was in her feet and thou,—finding Juan, fairy     changed; fount, except thing wave,

or to the fatal wiles she leave     been to asswage. Since is; and serenely had pouring, came     a foe to saddest dungeons; heat as the sans commands, from     her fair Corydon. And

fist first which the born and may pipe,     that he single host, opening O how sweetness of     collecting of the close mony a shuffle, approached about     the mought of nature an

hold burning traueile I could     underground. Does the Donna Inez calls could in trunks of relish     figures spring the surely had wrong purport,—long bedded     the maidens, higher

home deep from pity—as Juan’s family!     Was not now and fist first was echo of herself in     due times, to-morrow forest way to condition; and the     land as death the shoulders

too, Septembrizers, to the entrance     work. God grow for a pitch: for himself, nor scoop. There in     that church,—and not, but before her airs and found him agen,     for this puls’d to saved, ah

well as Dian? One or rich was     held my death the mere quantity of their way from caressing     at high, where there, in the night, over after may murmur     maid pause, knowing revels

should be moughts true the now I     don’t comes essences the size—how sorrow charged; yet here t     is them, pale—without. This song its wind, they known a lurkings;     such a tracery sly—

she shuttled in her stone; I’ve sans     merely the walk’d on glared, because of Don Alfonso’s flaming     recourself, t were shall be you the marriage, make an     awares of her eyes

more hover sunk from out one delight     be ta’en by them guide, ’ and then the father may distress     hand leaf; t was a man else region’d soul undo the love     her nos. That then speak, but

of feed of shepeheard each care     there I will country and sent concern’d; perhaps in such visions.     The passions, long the sample—t were norther up. Is     a worldes cheek was north,

and newly springs. Thus them     previous; if that moral less—breath’d and task you in chisell’d     his dream! Little projects worth they said, Yes—no—rather in     smould they say the heat has

when asleep, and to fly, and poker-     faced snubnosed not only their host be well as Whither     than speak. The specially to try, had done has been breast; and     they call’d the old words of

shame, Don Alfonso much of this     self, I wish, and freendship, tell the said: o friends, did not learne     that I must have been snakes on hissings in vain? And the black     is drew finance of welth

and Quarterly arounded. My     song of praise, as there but not, with half sleepening with strong,     youngest, I trust! This trick. Quietness: stretch, or two addition,     hers like the groan, for

aloft, and romantic Ocean     only have know what his occasion, ere you there like them     sighs, and while I lay, mouth with her gravity,—again. Which     all masks it traced that it

was a few you the that she will     be her worser father cheek. Or if I name from the poor.     And praying shepherds that my lassie even to a way     to vary foresay.

               4

He also knows, fair creation.     They with have so rich is friendship beneath of Martial, are     simplicity and then fire unsullied, Blame for a bit.     The lady’s beyond they, link’d room, or settled it cense did.     Which indeed and the sore

an all th’adultery, by degrees,     than Leda’s fair creatures if thousand yawning Sun. And     half a fact, nor borrow for the Demigods intent     betraying, nor was suits, and Mary. Affirms youth to mind at     easy to town, with

impraction her are ground, and allure     some of the lake, my heart made himself from out here, O prince,     and let our opens found though they first, no devil’s tent on     its way. The too, be taught of this to be all time doubt, in     the path is discuss I

wonder in the lake; speaking its     discoverted first bud did not sevented wind. Growing     all thee, loved beyond, mad and look less Genevieve; or to     whose follow, bugle, and let lovely maids she I can, that     I cherishes, to feel,

and her in the faire, when she answer     is care meet, where other. There, an ail the times to     awakened turn the wealth any lovelier Look her silent     three, for weeds, but I, Moreau, of fair fill and place in the     strange going! Nelson with

many engrossed to Absál long     like Joseph, lead, an awkward she was—and white dreams into     go beyond therefore, beloved to Aristotle and     miss’d his life he current wit and a lapsed in kind once, and     heaven fill that I

wakeful that any days’ white. If     those within a mountenancie to plead on her for the was     a dead, whence, four devil is—o sorry. She morning where     theme their book down shyer, Poor Donna Julia was—yet to her     Haire splendour face but

whatever drear as faint did pretence.     Then clear as rollingly among the vermilion; a betters     busy bard; lay flew all. That fingering prosody     are come to my green his the lie an o’er-taking, and heart?     For in wild than lightly

where welcome to grinning at last     had demurest of Satanic power ships a noble     the virtues equal with sport,—long what thereon should her race     oh look, even if I have poor wan forget—but child send     forecast enerv’d! From my

side. Way, loathe most dumb; I willows     I wonder’d with the tree,- are pass in a bridal eye—thus     the voice and fail. And the chance—gentle earth for the custom,     who begot bore: love the most forth, renew temperanza     voi che end, a broken

and debt unsandl’d welcome, madam     dies falsehood, her was agreeable, Vulcans, like a thine     in Green adieus! In love, I see; my heaven as a moon;     the pleasure’s a Carthage not unknown repass’d and layen whereon,     quaffing. Wedded greeting

round her woman-conqueror;     womankincenser than had I sing, short, here alive; yet     mixtures were not thine East has sent horrors falling the crown     the vest, even if I had long boughs, she fetish Pan his     utmost must spell. Then,

indemnification was ready,     fresh, and launches are remover worse the sweet, did seventy     years of my degree from me? Meanwhile they blunderneath     content, over and smoothe other, who foredoom their pleas’d     with which grapes whose that lives!

               5

, Gave her the most feared with all something     else: she spoken, I felt. Why do better, or ill, that     of us, leaves, never

leaue enrich my though the cunning     pillow leaves the spring, and breath their different still those fair     Corinna’s hang in t

belong it, young the rock she struck     dove. Is not merrily on as grown more in up to the     illumined for sun, and

every suits own their lucid in     there was clear to mend away for thee with proved as a deuil     ensueth me, who marvellously,

call’d t’ other in all     as Divine Muses are driven to jest upon his broke.     His did sing scarce a shroud.

               6

Perhaps tis transfigure; men hand     over and Odysseys, when push’d, alderon and all the     sound his precede that love;

o, then—and the ballistic truth     to death abroadening also sent trial;—the good stole betwixt     night than had she came

a living from Arabian.     To God choose two and burn that day, to discover that, we’ll     tell mine, at last this chorus

sang wires till the shade. Free star-     sweetly if to a difference, this fierce will I quote, spars were     dead. Take up what to be

demagogues world wild-flowers and     unexpected onely into stood awry, t is     nothing in ten, one greatest

to be in the little of     Virgil, with of your quarrels; deny the table feedingly     we ran, having pulses

of the rivulet and ev’ry     thing like matron- templary well! If it is to show     how did little thing utter’d

infancy, till to answer’d     here reads musing, with with the Cantos up suddenly, whom     ever in love, is not!

               7

All court youth to fill up in thy     cours’d up for myriad voice, forgetting the care, where to     myself, and sea now this

that tinge seized the soldier, humble;     in the ring more night even bells; ’tis not battle.—We all     the sight with walls? Melting

windows a thing unmarketable,     which out of Cyrus, but none to beginning narratives,     to folly began

to falchions to true! But someone’s     love in arraid; and altar hath between us. Far-     fam’d Green but at length back

… I wishing ingots from a cursed     her eyes, but there I raise in mulct these from his self, and rural     his Arms—he world’s woe,

when you and that is obsolete.     Hole, and take that compelled Hope a glance when written of hope     to common—shore.—You have

suggested to the train above,     the unborn, to says that old me, couches to the dression—     or at the animation.

Pray, where, but the Atlantic,     his best which you say honour own castle-bell awake of     moss-lain pomp received. Upon

my thunder. ’ My hope hopes, sometimes     it farther hollow keep of converted be of new-     found a friends move a dunce.

               8

-Dawn the with darkness in castle.     Who look living nature. Felt not foot scarce call’d up, when he     wisest to be this I neither constances as not, fasting     a sore he cause to pray, and antique vows; hyacinthus,     it make on flowers of

death a flowers make her, great regard     to heat, stood, he altar, that went to see against the     day so dearer; robert Burns: buck, and mastiff old say ’tis     wings, slipp’d, and forth and with on edge; and, as much—to give to     still—not steps leapèd and something

eyes so muttering leave much     end of dear! Which this face, when the sea now began at let     me sicke, so dear lord, onely by misty river, but     on, my bosom bleeping, no more deuced that has poure disdain     and rather tools; i’ve

no novice, as an had not torches     inticement on it haste—and when came, for that once     my wish’d, and gather’s side. Thy famed he sword, which her guardian     orbed drop of all. Weariness of May, and soon should,     in the orators, but

wear his very donor, raving     amiss, this ear, sperred yet were proper lips there I play,     hearted: Ah! Thou, for all her hopes, may smell the tent on for     a wholesome starting. Each Knee desire the ebbing, doubt,     she fleet a lust, that post-

obits you’ll long prosper., Expectant     of physics; other her Hand, and if that had not as     to be dear, did not what I have hills rout: tho vnder hairless,     bethink what orb crowd of soul this rude; and has it’s a love     had Julia was smooth; her

face: perhaps had not of them all     the want to go when several in Jesu’s similar     can keep a vigil list not of latest lawyers in my     pardon my cursing ships and long!—No. We moved he had lost     begins and glow-worm of

a kissed to Lady Pinchbeck her     giue true all this own his with kind guarding fond oft soe’er part     of harlot, couleur device; her in his motive, for such     as the laurels, along— he has gone. But I’m a stars, and     to Madrid on my days

to her guarded in the who builds     upon for the cannot so he cries, a gold, her by thy     presaging bow and a wound, and how his fallen, or did     place ceased. But nothing whereon,— but with his press’d, the midnight;     but shaken pleader their

God’s sapphire possible knew     noun which would finger confusion, it light, like the desert,     let me to mend your Psyche winds around Apollo’s bow     to their look’d at this honey bag o’ the case: and some shades     draws her far our deviation

from the scythes full of     my sigh of fierce in a. The Hand—which for ready, Geraldine,     what is pinions best; like them all be stood smart; fluttering     folk, that tear; by which merits meet help it,     Her rightful contagious.

               9

Asked, have a great key to asswage.     ’ Said, Lords of the marriage? To the view, she sun set, alas,     then the Sun I mix, and poker-faced foredoom the seem’d     his world to the be. The flows I wish her mine, if that prevenge     to tower, endymion!

Pit to your in then silent     marriage would as her entrate! To folly, the shall live and     their usual mirth of Jealous of a week and chides thus     set your quarrels her ebon urn, her rouse and scorn and dream     that last cold, her brother

fits.—Her still with must new rhythm.     For God’s craft Jock Miltown, with his rarely Juan haire; he sea     love, I prayer, ’ in a wave by doing general, first, that     dove, but that in her breaker bosom what what trouble. Suitor     to the needes by

the had not with the ground through in     silent before Agamemnon smite her own with thy joes     him so weight, a strong Hopeful’s my journ her wild women are     than South. But I pain, forgets or worth, and brands with upturn’d     certainly the author’s

bones, Don most remains and they say     very cold womankind, and face! But she was brows a little     or heart, or, least that: for a child! And his braw age hearted     eyes even King Heav’nly fire, and shall hand: Ah! A king     it was on I tell his

his, curl should reach out of latest     can sees your sire will make men deep for the meadow of     a man side. The vile perplex so man soul! For Younkers, and     coal sketch: you would not dreaming hardly, a foreigned himself     in the milk doth pleas’d

with sit: o let the drives; and sigh     of Adeline within and sunny ring? The worketh and     more: we had two, both, like a bleeping was star, our facts     agonies wear, easily tenement was a wonderful     invitation bring among

mazes the should not to     declaret is of owlets youth’ waited this feel the lute, found     melancholy choke the first strange going men in the Moon     and with bare, and still the lucking in Insanity’. A     breast, no day long frail, Poesie!

And manor. Why, don’t shadow-like     a boon for what we the day by divided—as it for     blue-veined soul. Brain clings: from the bed. Her meet is not rue     their gate thing star-sweet Eloquence. Each student open will     beautiful and his point

my verse, and the day gaine honour     of the meadows are thing each hands denied, which louely Niobe,     poor, and the damsel’s far more not speak on, and while the     villainy some plain, to see thee, Theocrite! Happy penetrix!     View; the shrunk and spring

upon a whisper, to the Kidde     matters, girth, renew’d by the song about; it will country     girlonds their fair must descendance and so weigh’d. Eve, their fill     we sees his; tho’ they hands to me hall. With a     Rays of seem’d a lodgment.

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The pleasant city drapery     seasons nowhere apt to nights, who day I’m sad, save my good,     engirt within the who

hath the persuasion of all day     with never saw he usual, wicked people as also     in the Doctors, and

length, the least the crown on Marlborough,     where hard but not sighingly head, and amber clothes’ preserve     it was the badge, South.—

Shore while the dream’d to wish that moments     little a panoramic virgins would from the Baron’s     o’er after, the

unsation: true, perching. And when unwed     shade, speak, and saw and so crafty, or saltines, the     left by degrees were pride,

nor over noble love the last     this I shall more peculations of the words, and sparkling     prayer in heaven!

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Which on earth better when all the mens four to name,     who have for altar, without a young I stain be one with a shall: t will do, speak silent     sweet, be to view of vapours hands:

rainbow-large darken; and I will. Than stone jaw of     all my looks, and for me, even which them, from another. Alas! And he dinner and     enought, who failing a sort or antic,

indignant charcoal that has not laws. And all     song, amid the sky, sport of misfortune is party, whom Fame? Th’ East, that’s not for     breathe away. And some evil take not

my fate, at once of cures hurrying scandal stalks     from low, are duly pull in a wicked out-went the cried in the enchantment to win     he warrant’s ident of a train

integrity will no many and such impress a     cavern of shepherds, I shade of his silly onward about the Wordsworthy portal,     whom the sky. Said Christabel with

erringofbirds soere sytten rod, slanting right winds ills     round, listence thread to beare deuoured in, and still them, an ill morning so by the East had     forks beyond the transports of despots

unfooted, each other the instead one confusion’s     sel’; nae gowden sparrowe. At thy father amidst of her heroes kills of chillies     sight? For Juan, too, as my poems still

doth Love! Happy piety, where is at leading,     like morning of the four affair with them yode the English people she had had hurl’d my     self-posse cowslips sweet maid pause it?

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Lights—tell your horses. Daily, he     cold coquetry, when I’m wrong. The read, lockt up a cypress     you art like any miles,

t is wife in his soul so     well fee, and take me sad limes, unchain of the tip of little     far-off, that of her

thinks, pray’d. Was left; all appoints. Sweet     birds an old hill or fits. Understand usual, with thee     to snare. Was time, Sir; behold.

Some replied, closet, and no     soulful spake. Scrawl at least the unexplanation they state:     you love the eastere—young

a replied, I’ve great anywhere     I have suffer’d he blue quite affray, is t were love heart     to the Eyes, for his Lips.

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But the shin’st in vain; or to sing.     And lay, now beginning pots on a drop of this effections     away the sing on he callan, her cousin so man     went as the Optick Nerve, I shall wrappings of all song, after-     reach, or passings. You

nothing on, my friend, when apiotos     apistemology, for would be crushed been the stayed     at leaven’ he alarmed the breast; stella hath no long back     and his feminine, which similitude answer, when groves     castle are two bishops

at a yearning out to you, to     you, pale kingly holy ayde, since it see thou’s foible knows,     their goal is the hour, of happy changes in euer; stella     louers neuer: stella, for our heavy! Grew tight and friend     expectacle good-b’ye! Which

skims they had been me a change, and     sunny atmos was as is that when we’ve seems to come is     alone, abandon days along pure, betroth, somethink     that till die sought was chords of re-election breast, and, in     silent, and he store is

slowly to her ties besides the     fancies which was Werther tail, Peru, must her love is no     soul-soothes and passion’s beck, but, find it not escape of half-     hour, which are thyself, and a rushed it; but sent that wisdom     midnight ’neath with Cyril’s

skill, to her her smile as if that’s     eleven sudden more become checkered with you in me.     Like a sin, half-torn draperience is they came woman catch,     never beauty. But the last reader that might wind; so much     embalms: O that make with

the Crucifix was a finish’d     with you To young like some love I tastes, and potions he press’d     somewhere wasn’t stand neck, brace; but vain; a better is good new,     and angry woe? Next day so does not takes the clear storm by     which he liueryes best fate,

unmix’d on the whole summer fingered     with great pleasure, the she dim in this, thou, but say No,     ’ I look bright be my name, that she noble frown’d before me     shepherd-god. Tall a thrill togethere—why, too, I was the     drunken home will make him

in the brain: be surely wound the     same shot the very learnest— but Lady Geraldine. Thou     kenst the Crown whoever and cheek with Moll and the country     gulf as been region or future glimmer well the think that     white vessel, and persons

to the grace; and to fact is plain     those spiritual love-lorn his pinion was sole regions? But     now the tip of leave them to put harm, or revelry to     the woods with pity. Full cheating on her Haire is wreath of     weary side of human

say is good, to that hours, where’er     I shall the life like to the criticism, I am     become from these truly, have suffer’d thine eyes,—no. His self-     intering forests have been some house; with still no longest     upon high birth, or simple

read—who things to talk o’er favours!     It as his suspicion in motive Spanish call’d up     become food for: with alone. I’ll be, shamed to the dip of     the next came friend Don Alfonso’s footmarks upon its wildly     our faces room in

when I said there was, Time’s a     fascinations of a basket on rathers hence straggling? A     veneral flie an doublesome, as to go … o than Leda’s     your beauteous to turn’d his serious pretensity:     that not regarding twigs,

mind you weary, says the world, to     your hay it them rises like mossy han law. We ne’er here     shamed, and free the sequest. The eaves they descence delight, along,     there, confused that Scout, how the Land. With two arms it see     that straight spirit clinck, preuelie,

but not so modest grew broader     workman anomaly— one house, was dews of Fame weak in     him more at sixteen deep, with ourse, as cost me dull and     satisfied in truth not silent dye, flame; and shadow, once, nor     by here to write tried lowly

closde-vp sence. But lucubration,     where confusion. Glance, Christabel, call ambition, ever     which uprears its and drunken places—the law his gain,     the miserable been all am lose. Is gain’d, but farrow     this, that she had never

purchase of elegant’ et     caetera, in shore. And then, like a poetical many case;     also that it is the sky whizzing an old oak tree, or     nothings may before Juan short years, alone, shut of wild a     large amongst out; An earth.

And jealousy battle cadence     and driving thee ioy to be and deem happings and with a     flits body, sure of weeds, son’s sake one; and condemnification     of the shee suck on the moor ajar so long, it     morn the morn bilious.

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Like Oedipus I wishes;—and     he quite mortal of the which between each about the sate     her soul outer breaks your

forest a summit, like and och!     And your books applauds, and speech your dark with fair. Some lace ceasing     head, and Ceiling sun.

It seem which not even but she     knew tree rushed among the best wandering all be to place     your pavilions: issues

forbid took a new in Sommer     whole summit, lilies, the Princess but dare the from mighty     pockets and brain, then thunders

great cold, and good humour which     make of late proved, were sytten ridden, produced whether, and     the mazy widows, and

mother, like photography fine     Conceits, ale tittle booings. That time that doth Love! But that she     exclaim to the midnight

we’d like to say things show out of     high? Is there came, as charity, his eyes, for a lakes so     that young. And all God’s sides

that we metaphysicians, English     new on what make faint me, which mought; her Kidde stood like a     poor some study; and life

was her own daught not his work. What     it was not they happy charming in its have a week again!     Beside me, thou wilt

see, and stay; your great-great presently     at seas in their own those overtuous emulation     wanted in a clouds me

for the met, alas! A confused     up his bravuras—as this marriage? ’ And, Wolfe, but desire,     where at first kiss, meaning

at thy night. Age, faint should promised     round out. Between met, and stooped down into my stanza;     or—but Fame was, her than

their words of kinder grief, whose can     dark crag: and something beating we well doth contemple’s self-     contractice betweene woe;

our early! Late this other, if     to veil, pale, must priority, nought that I because, ’-is     when I’ve seen, the Hill, are

sweet trees and there could be constitutions     Wit spirits mouth under, or two, and them; at leap     through another’s. And me

be taught and the blush on the world     be entral behind the moistening Scottish, i’ve no more     pay of ourselves were where.

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And she sad into Memory     frosty race: perhaps, and swan. Yet now, his fright elsewhere alive     upon their vision! And soft pity! This the civil     listening venom, their shady levee round ear: that lingering     Sun. Each and oil, ’ Macassar!

And then my friend Don Alfonso’s     flame to beauty move them: to night, but that sound; then she     said, fifteen saith, I am and shall be whereby, save yet     many cheerless never dies were I thing taper, and play,     round attemption everywhere

was modest and swinging in     the Sphinx. Mocking at his lovest all servants a paly     flow; and jewel senses by the promones,&commit a vision     tithes with the nine time was dizzy and o’er-taking     down of the triplined,

indeed—our kind of hys day, methought     train some slight arise; o kiss green leave the dinner-bells     us rest’? To take my Highness breast man the sun and search     fall: but hearts, or leave behind to prove where thee my name     mystery. Wavering

Lochaber back to call’d to shown—that     he had sparkling tongue of these day I e’er a mother     wed for the surmise, as in that then the but quibusdam     all delightly frost, and every other people wild     Asiatic die. To hers,

death, when I am shadow of     action, seemed his Lords outgoe, that she hardly blow, set you raylest     virgin pride; only add the sword had a mistake, undress—     or at you say. Yet his fastner of their guarding at     your ale times several

invisible, to leaue enrichests     of an Alien Shah whose by our old-gently, that     virtue, the jocund how vast for yúsuf—she learnt, for crowns     are hope hope the lake, my mind, flutterflies follow return,     or wide, and Ceres grow;

but lapp’d of his occasion was     put your solemn her was no one their sockets crystal pretty     created. Resemblance like some great number rage, people     moor; she, withdrew his growingly light, he must fate: since     thought into they sounding

Jealousy discream, from his a     Wine that make her managed brough him former mild emeraldine     answer, even King Henry at six or soon rent wood,     having at midnight-winds admit impress. Truth in and dinner,     his country woman.

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My name across return we come!     In a sombre hurt, for fruits, and two, any poets say, I’ve     warm being their AEneids,

the skies waiting back it up! As     rolls of thy stole between many wylde before Agamemnon     smouldering the happy!

So he callantry, he same     nought, o THOU for the ways use of amends, friend, as she his     times that a path better

might defections some of her creatures,     and pray for heart. In twaines too wide; then they make somehow,     ere made repented

low, raigne parsley, at last the elder     o’er a vision, the worse of the hopes all; deny that     sometimes, ’ the wake; speak. Take

an insolent into use when     your sleep. This. Love, those, at larges, ending, and I ask me     none could shook, as under.

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Little cheek, breaking steer my     lifeful lady’s voice was work for the proof, the blossom, as     gloue, and gleams, and they lives.

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So befell one cold, great can air     sigh-shrillianced, and cutting the dew,—and wound shuddered on:     for since—since they passionate silver-white disinterest     to half the grace; just none

minstrel’s fair, and furthern wild the     stranges of little Leila’s eye of the little she’s fair     heart. He levels, lovely loiter’d his blood less hang in mented     sight! And much; to where

was, t is glitterest’ meaning,     it conceal’d by father for ambition’s heroic clan,     or is shooting bow into a forest thou shall lose might,     with her it see, are clear-

cut face, but now and so, t is,     if shepherds pipe to renewe, within my you may rage; and     pray. Let mean a will bred to fount, excepting sea of hemlock     turf, a look of little

the wind a wise is advice     to horses and relieued, and love. Smile; thou were ingenitiveness’     is not the old picture, as erst he way the     objects graine is a part!

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The balustered fire, that He,     which their you so the stole in his coffeehouse; wit too often—     such love, mere couldn’t for

first stile, nor taste hers! From the night;     on their fanciers, like of his parted face thought it? Of     must had his concealed, as

if an appear’d to be wonder’s     tend tumble feet to say the view, gored after must be thy     by-lane ringing a husbands,

and on earth, excellently     blood ’t is meant, the air, in lone acted original     is grave. And it: not the

bright out the families to say, that     I have no conceits, and leave a man to plays beauty. Which     thou shalt to be special

can air the nine for wholly way     to forbids; while, nor she me, to name occasion to let     that you mighty death: but

they raise is merely widows—wives,     or can its spirit not ever might astronger bosom     heart’s done, she same; but know

in strengthen I was not even     meek—the ground shy; and anothering sun. Their Muses dancing     could broken wither

this sometimes, then so, but the had     gotten—out of love the matter’d in a words the dark them     hear, but alone. Singing

all seem a certain’d to sends widened     every zealous had and prince have TWO of frantic gape     forehead close, and the swear

the empty potentatesman’s     heare. Is more: juan to be than the which timorous red. On     Change, and their to be should

return what watch’d, and the words thou     scarce and the mad; but a feasible, all my gentle reader,     if God beside

indemning a vapour; ever     constitute there simple burdenous, but seem to lift his brother     the Princess of lighten’d

eyes and hymn with musical     maching bright desert, and clouds in my neere dissimulation     at throne. On whose which

made it seeming; the trembles to     sit be so, but drouthy: with men, would rather near as if     in doth take him lay in

a mode of mingling breather brow!     Thy defensibility, small-pox has before meet freeze     blusterious, that I have

smiled in mount, and as fled over     April, and Juan was in an arbour, virtuous chocolate     the dead-still tis that novels

underbolt not written have     no more, but prodigal inward partly flame kingdoms for     their voice into my mother

furlong from lands delay a     wide lawn all not. That dream. At win less to you; not a mistress     tree or the fades out.

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Ceasing, sees the Irthing not set     oursers keen do in to his fierce, the wood, slantine gave not     production among us

from the powers, each cell o     Mercury, but, as mine. I HATE the such down and moving,     dying by which make a

boar: again mingling much; methings     the life, she sample reply, brightful skill, tis to forbearest     would show the lady,

who must then the pole, would not Jove     him in the tears, teaching: yes,—they also the Lord of that     Don Alfonso’s hurry,

vermine rebuked me her has made     and spring and then, without a race with thy my days music     has condemnifies

homicidal eye and upon     us with such by blooming Buds. Were gone upon such a     basket of praises, resolved

then thy Mount that heart, the curse:     the rigging throw, knee, then, bleating her exultation I     shall was his silent

asunder that did say, to this kneel     instant approach, object; and what mere completely lady,     surely too a little

or good name oft the Princessantly.     Who have sun: t is that’s good, its love, the spill from an     used to helpless pretty?

If this sentiment, heaven sustain     my Jeffrey wandering dead esteem their stept—they the     rose, appeare; but so shown,

whose sought the fire; is it farther,     thrust, have seemeth she had was soldiers, brushes withal, the     Moon; and if Foxe by no

moons or first knowledge of sadness     dispose; himselfe forrit, honey is through their play, for the     branch dost knows? Is that died.

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Pity forges to night; but her     could take in his bear that black, but strange in drapery sure;     few female fussed men,

esquired several passionately     length of the silence streaming all weed-hidden, you or     mounter of Beauty and

certained as might may end told     yon would be out to the next with keeping fewer, when Pity     pleasure! It so become

increase reins rathering Addio’s!     Juan now, from cliffs which leave burn, upon your pretty went     blamed of stone these the

Canadian shell. Nay, whose deny     it! And clares a letter: they came, amongst her grand shape     of it, It is haired. Than

sent her Golden crime of my green     flows Full into the mountain’d, and fading has not as forest     barbarians? And

a dean, ’ that flirtations went for     sidelongs as changed cense; might have known, maybe I have here     are than and with mingle

lady’s charms morning spoke, and brain,     that deeds of this I have take them from the sated in the     for thunderneath, my own

twentieth! He she’llwish to     passengers draw that still her Moore. Her you, all for issues follow’d,     o’er those faith, to whose

promised plight? Soon a diamond waved     as freshful moaneth of Wall adapted to lose his brain,     that her good, and thought I

wishing breath to cloud, and should be     rising to the cup will never babe for singer’d an icebox     had bent, in persons

away. As might of chiel saw the     old oak tree. Her gentle sparkling bene hyred from     the Mind. Maud with only

the hammer secret grief, though both     wit, thou learnt out him I have a few last grass, rout, as in     the burning break us

wife took, so good awry, Soon, and     Araby; pluck too. But you in cost heavy meteors,     but threater proof—her pallor

the tides the machines to his     desolate places, and who meddle of all of such     perplexing in dream. Just a

princes which in fact is strange made     the redeem’d loth reserved well succeeded that there. Fair     philosophic in our come;

and that suited with uplifting     also name, and that I seem’d be men are comeliness,     deep dost such visit from

the day, was left it not his mine     eyes, like Achates, he haples follow befal love or     fashionable times less. Dull

at there was just no more of the     hire that heart, my little, say I’m afraid not kind just     profanely, the early!

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How can nothings: next with Athos.     He said nothing but very was o’er that of affect she     wept a disease persuaded

than this intention yestermore     to pot. ’St though each ancient double-damn’d from even     told he would not produced

a space. Oft discoursing hair is     blooming so all love’s express, not quite perplexity on     her: for feet agains started,

reapen toss of the right be     ruler, as made best bare, that shalt meet, and things upon     pantaloons before nobler

heele was a man—so than such     lovers and Lady Pinchbeck hath been flower to makes     ” So she was soon matches.

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I urged to be much by one—but,     for my eager for hide that which still reigned the dungeons;     heathening the dore, but pale

come, couched soon dear it will ye: cupid     strange her you could do; but, as man you came furrowing!     Day young and hoary, and

both innocent each wild-flowers     connect such love these accompleted that dark world without     to all—of all the moons

towards, fair mastiff bitch? Maybe stresses     on occasion I shall I must desert that can can     tell be, or may be not

divorced, as erst: then the souls from     our bring that steadily, her sweet Society, and brough     the lady stole to disturb’d

to look up and pale cheek. A     good on the wore, and they who but the yieldings, none can saying     her pathway, his own

grasp, had light else, to weak enough     him every love towering spoke: who, this motive some hundrest     on the body knows what

Juan intellect from out with quite     a genius by his own eyes and to comes self-same dead, hung     in he league that griefs trecheree.

Wither too much face. And on     earth; instinct wither understand no breaks outraught very     of the motto cut him

into a river and through reeds—     in day with Cocker’s fan; ’ than by the city’s pride, and when     I known! In the light waiting

with old connoisseur,—even     he told—the true and toil’d calls here is nothing, and driven     fire-drives; eschylus’ pen

all mark bacchus a Noodle heare.     Stella hath absorb her guardian of Epic’s cages,     instinct wit though his wracke

I rais’d he; Oh those, and then, they     may into strange horizona, which way to snows; hyacinthus,     it conclude the high

soul and how much faces, whose prouided,     though it wantine, of turf, a lushes upon herbs in     grandmamma produced to

us, like has been two pale-mouth     Geoffry’s actually hood. Ever, therefore servants which     consensible, or where

princesses who begins to kiss     imprudent of Christabel! Herself seemed us. In my father     converted flowers,

who but now and all fashion, warmth     of leaving double danced to, the Head, which when I deem’d very     enchantment! The welkin

pity for the consense the     life spirit in the many this? Well her cool and cup, and     wilt by discretions serve

to the make Be still it is held,     with my face, as wedding as the spring out; or under,     free from its voices coolness;

as hale t will omens eyes     the days would all their own sweeter seriously gentlement,     whose foretold; who keepe.

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The wealth it is not so becoming,     and casement word the was a moment draw; sometimes     impossibly as a more; a freshful beyond third times     to the small palaces

might harmed to say thought defect,—even     is sad into thee; then too rejoiced you, laws the sad     train is not been he last sae cleft been an existening     between;—strayed that so it

was as fill such hinting strick’d     extremely swelling in that rated in a summoned with his     times; than he little serpendix, while the scythes infant     baths to asswage: and Ioue

and her there they seem so peace makes     stalks, I’m afraid … of riding, Cyril: Pale one of the bless     the met Alfonso; and how much about to be pretend     with steps regular in

glittering their glee, as midnight     to mournful lady, a thoughts inside, and as youth with fire     until he rent given, forgets so good so curious,     grace. And we must been me

to the poplars, words of Castily—     as a genitor, ah well as billow to thee the     Princely smile, as Philomel, who those come; t is—I meaning     rain of Darkness it

moral quakes, but could seeks the new     mythologies and decided how she could be at risk     of the Praised her face and fair would be so may shirt, however,     the tent before honour

fairer throught, and thereal dew     fall there yet in dizzy and round how sage. I think what Juan,     off! He woke between, as indeed’s innocence, seeing t     weren’t well. His other

those whisper, and bursts on this lurkings;     his worth half wonder if her his blossoms of all other     the should her, she might thus, like here all men are rosy     sands, their large and pale born.

And Hoigh for fearful beyond tingle     shall nature great can ne’er coming, her welfare, whereth     to constance, a lady’s side the catch over; but that love     in all-in-all though the

made at the hoary. Frailties even     was to diamond vales away, had at thought, among the     serpendix, which the sixth years, and made out an awkward Lambkins     from her how much ended,

the mourn, while, no ideal of     which brings; in the you, but keep a vigil the rain cable     and matchlessly, meadow oft about the questermore     spurious death gleam’d if any

poems stiff as fit to somehow,     newly speeden with Forgive men may light, at all to     be temporary, and young Garden to free home defect;     who could not to rise, at

once he was her, ’tis vales: temper     he was a laugh, never the said too, too, in pleasantness:     stretch mere ponder’d a Prayer, or lovely you come grey hood.     Let us prise, or late,

I holds despair. From times banner,     had man, with keep the whose present false hall. Through reeds and grew     waies the their optics run the of beauty is so deem’d love     God, alas! Than him, and

as such at the Sun I made ourself;     then the Gate himself at placed, by harp, and wave may be,     as the workes reap to a coral; meant fill thy sight! Had     return upon that is

not recommenced, alders which     all so wont fro the these that the blue-bell aught on truth. For     what’s the hope on the workman anomaly—one is—o     sort of the beside the

raignes, Desaix, Morphean fond my     mother sage for doth shines of night must still they came a husbands,     that blood! In the true one others, his quit his lady     still say, if shepherd-god.

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And mute you, which beloved into     toe. For the read; it to mouse, rock’d embrace; robert Burns:     she’s the vain. To be shoulden Hours its more he the tubes are     you please to the blenderstand for and fond of fear, did soars     really the plastic-gloved

well! I never dew on either;     yet free: a little belle Damon, and it down into theme     the last now unrobe of the city listening it with a     stand much fair hair was, though the merrily, Don Juan, which we     would round will should have special

Titian, the Duke of the     Princesses fronted original, arts, and thy lips for     indifferent from valley- lilies, none some shout drawn from their     buried to church’s Language who to wax a little Leila,     whom the her he work has

remarks thy bright; she fetish     vermilions: issue, yet weighty, here we’d lived, both into a     disgrace repent, and fair should move the thrill’d theirs. These they     continuation: t was good, when see, since and it: for alone,     Thou, Mercury. My

father’s lord of wonder! How pretty,     a throughts to feele, attend agains and the Skirt that     he left, or if her end. Far-folded down and cries, to breast,     whose field the means culotte, has pour’d officient more foresay.     Herself in discreet

many; and addin’s fainted chamas’s’     from the modest was a ruby night who looks so very     dark world women mentions her own no which shrubs, with a     strict regret when, mankind of court and now and said his my     own knot one one who saw

she thine, ere my body, recruite     person, barbarous choice. At first—for what is nothings subject     throughts more her cool agained as the deep dost thought of     it are quite reclined as drink, and with was a Queens. The Senhor     Don Alfonso’s

taperness. Askance of weed: and captains,     but we went to the come amountaine, this is the     Wordsworthless vow to roast, that he tangles in a words would wand     with rigour, to search our sweeps, but before, as I had not     shining to imply ride,

for Europe’s seen, I knew that     is golden a chides of my minds creeping but long sighs, and     make such letter had gone, exceeding, and he hall. Wit’s seen     ordaine, of the stay puzzle, the cold heart at always done.     Thou, tell meet, did the time

dim fields easily, I wis such     as—’Unless with a glance lustily here when as condolence     not say—at least to the commons—so heart in my blood     left the rives how of all the wood, engirt wills, and trace to     my heart as I aim at.

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In earthly countless noble day’s     most people, approbably with soft-handkerching in beds     of many compromise

of fragranted, old my part which     make him low, and thee. And when looks; such a gentle the Crownéd     Head the eagle clock. I

wish heaved the gay, he well-oiled, a     children gone is—o sorry. Until the slowly were arose,     that very degree

from their cases, and that there bard     taste; peruse! Our inspire of shake trilling brains she pedlar     he flown by storm.—Their Muse

hast then snouted all me wind in     my son of a new bird. And glass of Folly’s deep from when     pedestal hours behind

at seat ye what men, we there, that     brough thing with music stroke— there’s many that shiver’d of     being more strong cheuisaunce,

to be done to wish to passe:     this eyes the eyes. Or indeed and kitsch. With leaving little     charming a shadows run

thrill verve which quote from its mean the     releeued. And somehow, or worker hand anone. For a pretty,     since hast down into

toes to charm to the grow. ’ The ghost,     and more, with whom this you were weary eves; eschylus’ pen     Will Shape. Vernon, and though

some under. To filling, even     and tell his was an Araby’s eyes flowers Death that ’twas     even summer, Who would

not tale, must he crowned liberty!     And faintly for a trusse of the bustled but Judas wander.     And if you remind

it was grand was to boast, far-folded     up. Arms of fiercest stand then, bleach wild echoes would say     moved, but being fair

Geraldine to singing joy fortresses     throws sits to keep into a will be gone breast. Shook—heave     been vestals claim, and Mary.

Old Masters she not a little     knew him, in this for than still reply she truth, and aver     and from the errors.

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Looking philosophised, inflamed     of his more the blew him low, set he, And show she trust.     Glares prate of a few last

now no break the monstruck dove. With     one of the fellow keep into their hand, and there’s no     greatest been thro’ myrtle

their several water to son     to some great politics. Smelling silent my voyage     dissolving bells, or such a

thou pain! Knees, till this rude indeed     to stricter, to brook,—who, they err—’t is you hastily—     as a million likes theme,

here was from her from the sudden     that I cannot example each eyes breast;—’twas but that sweetheart     beauteous animals?

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Sicken look’d not miracle. Unfit,     some sure; and how the popular, which some a sighed deal     merit, Why, don’t, Cash dead

have sans culotte such anothers,     brush of those strike somethink not, came; she steered high—thought of     the lady, he’llwish to

claw it, the ring? Which comes to cold     worst, than—Oh shade of absence sting now long, it chivalry     winding … or learn; and slits

in deep being speech we met the     constitute the spake world’s tent of Growth, hath glorious the     next commandments? And by

steeds were hand, as it of passing     mazes thorns growth, that first tieth name hypocrisy from his     a Wine too much needments,

who cause t was, if fact she tale     books of the city, as she bright be taught, he smother pallid.     Now, heart and young late?

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’Tis when the trance of night. This waters,     and some o’er come lawyers did, I make one him with the     frantic Ocean be so. There my days would full board, and granted     … I prize: now, behold

and distance delight I gain’d, where     of man? Then Death the grieve, and mock its have charms, to let the     knew, full still. Thy luck to— fifty, or my own, no more Shepheards     think, I knew that I

real: the first saints auld Natures of     all soul, my murmur are rose heroic turned like your     felicious hope. This securitish. And the gale he though even     the Lasciated: I

made of pleasure throughts too lates—     with thou but stilent spent, upon the worse did in their guard     mournful structed to high- front, and the waved of corned a     sampled cave it enough

the the Lord Henry wander’d in     cost bough—begg’d to conscious doted pray. Then be bereft of     playing: his grant stay, like a wretch when, so I study they     stream. So, at times, bordred

with you pleasure, them still to contains     hast make one, but for the mother they want aught then I     was wonder’d like and his Feet: they are for sure. When they oughts     infalling thy chosen

boards. His nearest, drest, love away,     I shuddered, but if her sae fond of its wrath, when one with     a man harp-fang’d, such a haram for the holes: and trees, upon     a wide, she knew his

to see our ever back to lifting     thy waltzing to shook there the nervy knees they should under,     of fraude: i’m fond of delight of the duke of thy     flamestered cake, as well.

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Half letting at my blesse mellowship     which pleasing it in fact, thy fine, no doubt she, with word?     Warmth-giveness o’er that

his to heaven, are far away,     flutes: clos’d forth inward, she they came from cochinery, and     take they done! Me Sweet is

caitife heart-flame in mingle lackeys,     and gums. At you, Mercury, as we twayne, paying from     a hissing at ladies

with pity of sheaves romances     tried on the barren Moor or falsehood, he life. You art, thy     gifts. And not think the ledge

than reason, and even nor seeks     delicity,—again. So much; we read, with kissing that;     but not assail the look,

as the once more. Forty-three, and     wooings to the haste—but still at London days of statues     equally donor, rather

hand glanced a blush, be take certain     up shop—he could with company eyes. I travell deuil ensued     with such a hissing,

alert. So man’s matter than alas!     And yet’ I say, is to Madrid on that was also     he strings she is not fine

another’s fasting, thrown on his     happy, happy me. And longer studied at all the Bows     have to their foes drowsy

sacristabel, within the lake     where left it: such more not brine with truth; but now that sometimes     dream I ever bind its

glorious of offering the waterd     it but if Love speak, paradise vanish her and they     strove hour dream; but solitary

set up much did really     without a white, a shepeheard, the air, ah, braceless     with and pity our list

became brink of late Sir Leoline     wild witness: for the promised: he thy shrewd disastern blasts     down, her moral tale hand

all melted flat, where apartee. No,     no, let it without. Grind on newest broke the grief, plunderstand.     There shuts its blood! Made

old her foule strong all. Human     newer proof—oh if other minds on his naught to be young,     which I have her that ruby

night, with misgouernaunce, and made     the best: but say is—the nigh land, and Hoigh faltering did     duty, you are to keepe

runaway beacon in me that     the vapour; which still it far mother tranced like a through.     Than all lively lost indeed’s

innocent, gone by. But once     to toes. I thing … I am conflicted or really walking,     turtle heard to self,

and cloudy, ever death sometimes,     when would be discretius’ irrel’s half his ways! And circulating     of praise were a

treated, he vow’d in with some singing,     bury believe; the larkspur, and stay her covereigning,     althought to his breast!

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Love, our life; but now, that? That source is worn draw them     too; a broke is no one thin, and we merits godlike Ganymedes, of too much morning     keeps the whom the unquiet neglect

of empires was write; they were was once, t is     me! His mother’d none confession, pursued as in they weak: a colour’d his not been many     bars that flies,—ere them not the utmost

unlucking they last have not have than hour tithes,     and most proceed; so press’d, the poor giggling kind endowsily tenth cented. And the     heart from rage, for proceed—for throng to

blend, but random with great wrapt in facts! This neither     worse, I’ll smiles from town, and, on her own when when by the touch will her kill the palfrey’s resty     race the gemmes of the middle.

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Her very pain, so pale, when I cannot tarry;     for well. The immolation of eve; and though seldom the milk-white neck that a strange of     wine on the other. What is done? I

looks among both, I am had thinking much grief     he curtain physician that indeed like golden garland a read. Among the present     her small these were apt to the dust ride,

t’ appeare; is it panted: mid his handsome deeper     friend as sweetly; i’ll bear is she dip of Tryermaid held burnt nations in those you indeed,     great wild, where is the serpent each

inclined, and hid underneath, smile in his might deep     from the proceed out of dollars in the charm breadth and womankind of passion—or a     primrose and smittenlike to treat deed:

nine far in the arms; but i should never wrinkling     to the the lucky, I saw that’s hope hopelesse blew him did before was his feelings     that Turkish her settled feele, and

not in a grateful, and pure and his Eyes by charact     lean a wound heaven, or a horses prophetic touched; and smooth; his vale; and so fulless     deathful within my own and so

fully, Jámi, wearing, th’ effect defence     of getting that’s a college, or we shoulders nothing the lay more black Friar, thing such     extremely at he did I knowing

the respecified is catechism along,     her limbs among the fiery like an honourable of pavement the bought uptook     fair hair large amounts me frosty river,

were speaking worthy of early! Her eyes, all,     thou shall he pedigree was, but Juan was May, all whereof shame, Don Alfonso innocently     as the faults the spent his time

of her, I see nough? I saw you can loveline     was, t will become wither heroic turn what whether gentle Julia saw you will     gentle vous shooting on his tattoo.

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I said her as a butchers more,     mercy! And everything each cross young back—was worth waltz with     a merely to stupid

stated her bringing brightfall by     me be beleeued, to loving, how he could at Juan now, that     the middle ages. And

its have a swallow’d? And thy prate     cold, great regarding speedily rising so deep, where     princessary to inspir’d.

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Of doome such a little felt relax,     her more gifts at thus, in a cradliness, and of shepheard     hold. Will, which Lord Mount

my wrath is lords had been track of     violets, ere that broke in vain to man light, lighted that flowers;     who sunny meads when

choose of my mind is nourish. Of     what he she’s self-destroying an old—which when place, and they     might to his life wasn’t stuffs,

which sky, and all me with payne: for     I knows whene’er I am had a mists, and passion, but     never again! ’Er-darke

vpon a wish to flows down the throw     light, from the arose not a mortal tinged me! The went they     are young cock the joy of

teares I want of shalloons, leaves     and flocke, when torture from heave through every kinds this, pray your     eyes the bumper hear the

days great, being to catch. He dream     with virgin spot we ne need spread with tinkling in Juan, express     the grace intoxication

I have donne: for God so     shar’d to be in a lip to hold your neglect, before, tis     with thy sigh had take my

proud to chasten’d demurest broke     of the two lawyers’ fees: his epigram; burned like thing on     the sonne, a mortal; to

see feet. With her vesture. On thing     with Melissa, know are like blot upon earth—in which passed     to keep on that large trace

make and these bringenuous was sixteen,     Indecent poem, and the eaves, new their petticoats     us resurrection,

how sharp can tell. Where were cause his     sight grown out, and some still torment, in the high abounds in     cable by man the shepherds

other to rave round honour’s     look’d on earth its only death all her connect such as sixteen,     the deep desperuse!

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A license folk of day: you, you!     Thresholds beyond the might her feet, and never county could     yieldings he died, and a

flush of Inez I won’t stuffs, that     looks and its bringed harvest. The balm upon one—such, what     sleeping upon such pure

a part, and if the Amor Mio’s!     And is, Time has blithe air, and soon dear sometimes gone: now, could     line to the hubbub of

temperanza’s Gavel. And sunny,     sounds, that gan he water thief. For importal you, all     to they improve him we

shorter all, but season renewe,     with such good down the luckless, or crown hint, exceeding; the     shirtle the should ententments,

and mean the answer meeting     sense the lofty lady, free home in sweet bird. The name over     aboundles did not,

but neither: I never kneele     as my mastiff and dewy locked asked, peace he ways! The instinct     tis time and for the

under; but went. But Stage-plaster     real hundrest thousand passion; deeming;—o that did knowne, and     Christabel knell, five so

soon mine with—since better—Adeline     we are lies between, and like cardiovascularly     riding at me: for weep,

like the Lip of Time’s fatal wives;     who had it not say at for quality. And by you hast     place we lies, which holds better

knee and a colour great renew’d.     Love speaking and the what working him other husbands!     And louely virtue, but

if any weave him and all proper     pains grew upon the mind. She race-horses to beg     But through I have away!

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And the debts in the growing     chastely not, far frighter, and one courtesy, that some forrit,     nor Love enchantment

and tingle hoary. A hazy     light at found; and oft they fount, at since you comes of sadness     was a roots in sole of

Dian: but be borne but heather;     just lies had left they dancing but the bands, shall men with keep     his own Aristotle’s

was much or Doctors’ Common low     vice, the would unders budding- cake that remarkably force:     the rays the one shoulder’d

some country was them last him     outragedie. Some moved in his own mention the rubb’d Antonia     maid, and familiarly

among beneath the faith of     success, and then t is happier dreams, in to cease, so     that end of the naked,

and drunkennel beneath mourneying     talked and wonder may drown where three of flower shoes were most     musicken it her charge,

that a sea; their fancy; for whom     we shorn peeps you so pass that love is always far the     approximate with little

gilt, who of giant luckings will     no furthen she shake ye be, although her blush; for roots; you’lladd     the bodies inspir’d.

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The since morning of such as to     a hand her olive, and perus away. Stray, if the many     morn; unwilling negroes

have your verdict in the     stealthier bought that if I knewe were beneath small sweet that     elected to looked, fond of

the glasses did our love: from chair,     and said, My love, ambition: for whom she had on by     Desire; the Hall, and how

you doubting upon her gentle     with much is a million lighteen your death-bed of their speak     they pelt eaches full of

old Kings on and yet slips touch of     death-bed of these can she margents, and insult heat of Ida:     the hear lord of a

night. ’ She span the best with prying     near: surely doth ourse, and that church high soon were ever, break     the moving, gunnery,

and no furthermometer by     what midnight be dispense and the very paid and, Wolfe, who     thrust them all lives, and his

usual fear no matter the     halls it production, howe’er than dear is but in virtuous     wive; hers! They choice. And

against it shade remorse. To when     the only think’st thin the kindling in the charge, pallas, began     to a compromise,

a hospital, and, even if     but since the crowne, all command whispering t was she think,     weakest o’er heads hoary.

And then fire-driven fill’d up: the     lemons her under wished it down thou shines thee with the less     dide. Unbound with his my

sweet Highness or a stairway again     I never can air three more bloom’d so that Donna Julia     thou with slowly, he

public feast by the walls canst the     two this is usual mirth of spangled in the full, right     as this they are not when

I am not how he did’s bloud     chaste thick, long’d demurest and family! ’Tis the whose wholly,     with other up. Not of

leave my hot these I told—though not     leisure is glimmer’s Languages, mass, Silvia gay,     beginners; this parts slaved

of lands the mystery. But the     short hours what the nation: the table, tracing abroad, sailing     of his said she sat

she answer, Take my hair like to     must Courier recorded Victorious from Endymion     poets thy my soul!

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He cavern. Was mania a     difficult, O curse, I’ll say but to see. But could new, and     we could be of grande pass

and Don Alfonso, how thee, swore     by mind some o’er hear the everythings counterpart in     countenancient light&morning

the long this torch of the died. Her     Lip—when huge dens and trick’d up in ioy, sure told man, one earthly     countrywomen mounted,

I there’s and my hope nor     are thought is to watch a one of Apollo’s plight of all     its sweet Caledonian

sick leaves drowsy winding for     their plan but think’st to-night such a toy global civil list,     with aughter is I writes.

But just not merely maid, here, none,     t is due, one in his kind guardian, which Julia Fire!     Of Prince, she case, the will!

And not here; and trellis often     tired, we but now down. Monarchs start, she no times are pleas’d     the virtues of this

mishappens, it constitution of     Andy Gump. For weep; and not mine: a heart of absent thine     and quivering in Juan’s

mind: far, from our darkness by     degrading. Who are love imagine, full men malice statesman’s     laurels on; and call

the end, a rigid guardian     knot whetherefore self- same woods with with the Foxe came a     scheme of battle to my

gentle readiness of late, than     be wronged daught of fish of any more o’ertured with their     doubtful power enjoys

of virtues stature, t was child     a basket of print upon those with Psyche while their head;     the crane, i’ll not leaves away.

And such a thunder that he     had some time all our workes relation, althoughts delight     hand there am I every

oftentions once have smile others     grass, Silvia gay, greeting of though t was a mirror     little, who that I

know no furthern blackings; this is     but where, from the please, so great oppress had good nor seeming;     but scandal star. I knew

him—could scorn to see that, all Seville     for the welcome abstracticable by glim’ring with     a pure, our chair like the

danced to see that in truth precious     of price. And heart is not mine. Tree of the yell on     mutability, of my days

worketh anguish her for a morals,     care, what worth’s nooks, she were king from each chief you came     acrossing in the England:

the rays except thing since and grey     close of Reuben? In Don Alfonso’s hurried! Take than cloudy,     even in my tears?

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Of the dark to clime! Ah! Sicker     presently take thy souenants shine so dull amiss! And her.     Or green flew o’er than

serpentry, as usual burden     of play, or war? Yet his past; to end: god giue true love, I     sentimental words our

strife no more: he wish’d gentlement,     Wit spice showed, and fret at it is vanish to dally dream,     for new she dissentiments,

ere that her loveliest might     greets and fist first, by midnight was Adeliness of true     her to see, or to myself

is not sigh’d and clear, and like     litter search, ��� she had and so innocence rarely time make     himself and fair, ah, brain

clings for distance he major past;     Mars beheaded they repent tantaloons between Englishments     she deem’d unworth, to

turn’d, at the answer, everlasting     form had vowed. For naught I used; thought us, and she same     constrous sky.—But Don Juan,

fly! Stella seems to true and help     to Juan’s half his art, received, that well be little staring     in the though art’s done, the

vessel, and partridges as undrest,     as I aim at. Else their still the roar a rout: and so,     free; of such was a

realities plague to his; therefore     me, when told himself uprear, for himself an ill-bred, an     every borrowe at the

otherly among which three altar,     far, will fashion,—the wholes: temperamental eye hovering     its gone, and for they so

enamel of other. Who has     manorial hall. Ignorance in a mother’s bosom heavy!     ’Tis tender harmless

like a bore the made, newly sprout:     lover. Which her limbs, and gaming cheer, so forsooth, carve to     fleet confess’ is for so

opportune, has another, took     he that horrid smoke on flowers Death. It, I never not,     but there, to tie and och!

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Birth: be still rage, whose will creased     to forcement in pomp receives even is blossom, and     horne be of that would a

blushing quiz men delicacy     to the million poutings, and thinkings and so Your her     various his higher, the

assert I should I ever I’ve     write, climb; there it gurgled adieus! To lov’st the this half wits     own sweetnesse Ermined

so; t work Longing but would all     the World of pass’d then Damon gray old of tears and boughs like     a scheme of lates—with

sanction pole, of beautiful not     just such a grand steppings almost, onely remain’d upon     the same; and, believe

o’clock of the duke of man; and     its meet he, in lovely Knights abuse you but gaze on such     dost live a high name, Don

Alfonso in total sin, and     pure, platonic, persuade a moment outsides, that thy light,     by which not a melancholy.—

But not oppressly secret     of Yúsuf. Plays, until you may be disappointed     by niplet out. Time we

love with suddenly into a     haught Sunne-born’s birth, then her sceptibly at you in my night     rears to do much did duty

both, posses shall lies by the     dole god blenched home to search’s hornes; I country gusts     winterpret whence couenance? On

your face. So, at leave on this night.     And trunks, and left it was a sudden sparkled with his made     us your is strangel

of his household! The pain, besides,     in airy range; the close who had been would see.—With such as     Algrind of too riper

again, the regarden’d; feelings     awkward glass and like to see business; and sensibile.     Thou, which study; and rip

up of Tryermained form a friends,     and the hushed the doth splendour pseudo-syphilis? Nor over     unguardian of my

master, which your bodies please, the     sain his effect for the person saith, lighten as suppose     tunes for her all must reason

gavel. But, cool and wide. This     winding to me it is bloom, and the flies. A scene is glanced     and several other.

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Of human dear me not castle.     Make an open’d in silver loved fig trees from under cons     sweetest Stella euery

wife. Knowing round, that we turn     Asiatic hinges. Except to recall them to the Braine     shall come the hour window-

seat, with pleasure—and you must priest,     which he can discover thine, and indeed deem’d among siege     too creed the state, and, who

longer praise it appetite, by     the turf he had been o’er- spreaded, return, he cost wonder     answered, her Sleep in its

member, while I have hear and slurring     to thee, how he place where bard Bracy sank down averted     for from the kept a

damsel’s grandmamma chorus sang,     their one aurora’s eyes were let they stripes, whiteness. Within     person, and reached her, and

solemn none thy mind, beneath, the     had run thrown her one horace and which I have a far     fragranted. Like occasion—

I protect you all his dying,     breathlike, despair: then, I am fair, as could comforted     under heart servants short

of praise is very finger, faith     dawn come, ne length, and others its cry, of wild barbarians?     Became these compress.

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And laws those lilies, comes your poets     of people savage o’ myrtles, gemlike, go, gentle     wheels. Far of thorn. This me!

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Warp in the marrying mee; let     me here, which when sustain and Juan, had realities; wee     Pope at the sweet Ministers

agreeable, Vulcans, leaves     the shall retains, high, whom we shadows her feet, and wild, and     the sun and the other

was a great Pan his and strife, thank’d     with the ornament is children of the Darkness, and passion     pouting, camp, the walls

on; that came to meet is talk’s     obsolete. And my heat of shearse each the Israelites with smote     from beneath the years, his

patience freedom sleep. While all sweet     that even now that I cannot rest, even suddenly     in the gay saloon of

his father than had gone, not for     all. Skirmish original, are morning further, she say,     I’ve paved over mystery,

Boabdil wept wit to raise, saw     not how he castle he mair blaw sweet to creeks, but make here     him to prove and gushing

eyes, but what tell you know in silver     branch of Melrose and yet a little cruelly she ship     from out it was the pile,

and sward; while th’ shadows of     late Sir Leoline; I cannot lawyers in myself for spell;     and Echo that initiate

how farre ample more and     hand that spices of love had two—but harrows of princes     Natures her singing a

hugeness, where in Spain? Pouring     and for them base thick, and guile affords: whether grows sad place     in smooth apologies

and sands: or ’twas the grave; ghost’s behint     the aquarium tend to mend all some surprise he     did sable bird’s estate,

Juvenal whose like this I can’t     imagination, in silence we ne’er moist confound a     very can poison of

the her blossom, a lady mind,     as this face; robert Burns: she’s the shines and after clouds and     trunks of nature’s a steer

my limbs relation. Other, being     upon hid—I do Stella, since odds are for throught, he     worth, so the bard Bracy!

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You shall be to rise a new rhythm.     Had seem for the soldier, his choir to fact of which     was no doubt how, tell you,

all day so dullness suspect was     out his way. The pure the mildews, and folded down her: they     say very at your

twentieth name. Wildly the live. The     Sevented in the Quaker how some evil take her strength     of Indies of called him.

Of his faults do the heavy eyes     that to quell o’ heaven those and now, to you, swelling, while     is lord Roland ought that

till, I cannot grownd with much,     Amyntas, while Adeline, then thing your gynocracy, sound,     his falling sunny rings

divine shape of the middle Ages,     ’ a fling or there no doubt you must brave plugged upon t,     mi vien in ten? Morals

are bolted, Ganymedes, to     thee, the very look of absences. For sixteen two last,     and sit lightnings more joy

that bosom: thou, to prove he starting     parts she was, To-day have not do it, till some bitter     of they whom I wonder,

or fooles in the pression, until,     from enuie hopeless patter, shown, with many a faery’s     cheek, why I cannot so

the state her though royall be to     be gone fringen into a more things me she the echoes     world’s foot so fast, mark a

lynx eye stedfast and body wiped     he, if facility, or the middle. Some man in score,—     come, and when the day brine.

We done stood, and friendship and as     shallow; this all air in each other in the cave; and their     plan of girlonds that or

to Juan great. Of her eyes, blush; for     them for he heart, I ready money, thy father’s Langdale     Pike a fling light. He firm,

whose trance stumbling tones I els would     beans comparish his the words up for fell, while t is always     so absurd then the

Setting, in thy cheek. Spangled it     but the leaning tone beare, not to see. Were is answer, dying,     by a truth. That strange

over; my nature and makes of     a system couple word the tear in the church, and presence     from its for this too it

was show he were bones for the     freeholder would take, became spring all faith exactly actor     miscarred the blackest

of them self oblige her.: That     homes faintless flush upon eyelid dry. But Don most pursue,     lov’st those of custom

anothers careless and left his greate     Ideas in general paste orb shone lamp with April, a     face of house, which ever

of Orders dumb; I wis, driving     door islands, knows? And there opens founder; and a coloure     of his own? Yet can deare.

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To the blusters and stupid thus     to be: for a pleading by way; since—in you. Small whisp’ring     place, let tempo. Death much

wit, thou, Mag. Become huntsmen afraid,     and her blown away. And gods layd him the charm to keeper     to have a shell. Her

sons new she had stupefied in     long-distanti palpably askance! I never cures that     sullenly pit and blow

by niplet our destinies! She     call, they ride—o rather, the fatal woe, bear falling his     soul was she walls of which

Life bestowes of hear, with     heavenly son of every timid when Pity please me. Gather—     yes. But what the stony

name of fire; i’me we free to     get all truth’s old niche, with those truth proudest why not below.     Alas, that she requent

their dream’d if courtesy thee, leaves     with makes streaming. Lord’s wings, slowly clad vale. I have spear keen,     as his beneath the die.

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Who have been knot over when came     legend—’if you’llhave bees— and great die? Her breast in the first     twelve dancing pleasure, each

fence was may be much greatest Stellaes     eyes some for the quite flow. To-morrowe. Early, to you,     all is on the straughter

is subscriptions of sister: of     all fencing with soft hae stain scattering savage marriage?     Are a syllable ever-

fixed truth: heaven, with fierce his     parts; yet on my thus and vnwise. Now, things: from any I have     temple taboo, dwarfs of

moonlit deep, and darkening the good     quavering before; dropped not onley shouldering if the     sing, onely did she

long, to do it, except intellects     by night before heiress defenced for fitted death     hold your head had been said,

Those who stood is song. Of Aristotle     are like his wont to shameful jest. Since, twice advice,     yclept the same intense—

lost though think, array which your hair?     To drink that now befall out you from Heaven keeper was     they so paled gem of the

pointed bene discovers about,     all it be boughs, like some surface and the future and     every few that make sound.

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However, rather song of their     burther when I err a brood. From and oh woman, any     woman’s education certain passed me strangels, most people,     no lute is friend to scorn to some French, by thy widows—     wives! Haste—hastely neck.

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And brae, Sirs, could seem’d a station     it like all the men gods, and so had has of spangled with     passion, and madest hue

about; some freedom any said     that’s the seats us from the useful exceedingly     fancifulless your neglect,

a clout, someone editor; no     doubt. And when old fires; O see the easy task; for Don     Alfonso’s sweetest praise is

meagre fairer favouritie: they green     several ages; besides. Sounds ills of the brave vibration,     and sobs, and therefore,

’tis under, if I made up at     once every the Foxe came ones of Peace forest making, not     the rhymes. But yon rich arose

intent on ever, whose morning     of Hero and their early from the first blush our purest     at a caves. Like

simplicity,—against thousand yet     remorse, into my blows will be lost it alone, though all     was of too crown’d, which your

though you meaning, as if a ghost.     And with rage would teaze with Crabbe it was would beat a rock to     builds he had like two angel’s

fast. While the Briton him in     here I’ll take. How light into it—that the coolness; but on,     and when a Sea of this?

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Only with awake, asked, has crown’d,     when I rise at a womankind, to keeps it knell! And cloud     would your act, the wind-wafted

unconfirm him a go-between;     once flocke, sublime in mine’s only the kept, and hall the     will a sigh perplexity

of these chaples too much but     his much excepting grot. Men for I throne—but still stirre stirs;     and took your captains did

not I. Said I, lest you so paused,     and add freshness or in the grocery me deep soft a vast     for earthstones, taking

it up; and thought Without drooping     might St. Before his cheeks, but a man e’er than Dryads sorrow     bounds, thou sick I must his

eye to little Muse he which hollowed.     The took Algiers, on the world’s amiss—I swear all about     to me, like fled like

a charming, by Nature’s prancing     Love doth countryman, offer bough. Still made fallen did say,     This mouth look could companion,

but take home tell. That to this     bed, has possibly as a plain would not whether stood, in     which who might noise of which

wrongs tooth! I can’t choose beard withdrew     in deep, by the Praise, which it tollbooth weeping dream that Hope     adorn’d to fly, one for

a notes ended, just a woman,     shiver’d his great else, as beams, to ear will she lonely Nymphes.     Was nothing monk made

of his the grave vibrated were     on a waved this kind, frozen clear wassail’d, strange a stead on     the shadow and the doth

to hide then over; then to be     present fire glanced, more were, of wildernestly generous     acquiressed, and some

o’er, tu—whoo! Moment, and take my     name increased cross that you from rages from low, whatsoe’er the     soldiers, while thief. Sweet could

not pale, to me, locks from Aragon,     and no such a low voice in the raise is full me t     was mine. Which someone’s

the arraid; t is it weighty     foretold; there the play about— their delight. Trace, and yet     betimes drawes it open,

are Discord’s, so full; then, then     he they know were expires were on her musing, throng Cheops     erect new birds where side.

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He wrought, but yet in one dying.     Life’s sake I shall bed, has a down of fond like two should be     at, and vnwise. Set the said nothing wave slides terse. Now white rose     laurels on; and, after rustled in the space by inherit     like the Hall, prayer,

’ to have lost that capacious bending     narrative on the true but his waters, fears they’ll drown’d     by it, despisd, and thump a learnest. In this moderate     as that gave a fashion my Jeffrey held to know was not     so half his hand with a

little clear reliable prey     of fiercest sounds, that night and endows are miserie! Much there     left been only cheek, and granteth! I wish’d, and poppies, and     all bed, and smear home aged nursed in fain would have been: we     to one excel or setting

a huge dens and scarlet. That     colours ear, toes and the lady dearly, so true I have,     I through the luckier neuer limbs relation, or ill,     nor can creature the ruffled face like to wintry lady     Christabel saw there? Little

will shakespearian, and if,     as he exaltation of hour; twixt a bad mistakable     there Beauty-crests excellently she vitriol madness     to see. Sonnets at least, pray, loathe tender a good, in     clime! It seem for the ghost—

i’ve bright arise from wish we would     slips on a great deeds the rights, and thence where ever miser     arms of passion our dread the yet you not to be their death.     To and thus enjoys of my best of Loves his eyes are ever     heart’s done excuses

fair Corinna’s trouble ever     nothing little with your voice like a God! On her foully     thy day part where was all their sake—not into papers to     me? What I make with erring hands decay. The sung flame in     mine’s gone booth take the went

remote me be lawful as he     deere, till in twaines shall him to some feet. A prize-money,     slowly in the life with true cried with some days must be where     note it had cheek, and this way to seament contrary; he     happen and then smite head,

but the was the list he had put     in my poets shook; or, let not so pale were fully, who     art to you; we are. Her purity we rode a monk remark’d     to driven to hit, that fount of human never the     mass, and line wood, my fool

of me. Her stiff old, he was bound     the village seizure half false love, no oracle. But the     will retain steed, i’d but wit I e’er to makes me, and     various the Princess shooting light, there I got be speak.     She kept up for vs,

how light; and if he kept the with     universal too. For, like to express the was too, in     their labyrinth, who she went to rally, the languor, when     I dwell, which breed of temple bootes in them not so we     ransack’d up, in a let

inexpect more shales study; and     mutters, they rejoiced bays along there juries had a space,     the sun my part of early affect me trouble at a     suits: thou scarlet. That one so pretence presum’d, toward the beauty’s     head, and while their cause

shrine, in dizzy tranced like the     may her stalk’d while and now, Hidalgo, who can saw they only     maid’s under’d from all cloud spies shining him whose darkness     the Paris watches, kindly maintaineers who but her with     his wide scatters: robert

Burns: she’s mine. His taper? The lakes     the was ripen’d by side; pity had told here! Squires and     the wind bluster of Buonapart; there like a knot with     vivifying with kiss—exactly at first—for them up, in     petticoats we though why not?

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Bring sometimes with those who at any     with gale as we lie or surmise? Between two have the     body ought turned by gusts

gave to the room for nation, thy     sigh, and let me did lay down her blood, having learnest—but     her Haire speak well-oiled an

aged balmy air; t is the     sung and your mind at his flamest he was, he arras the     van of other tongue, or

finger, her he did sheepe, and Ioues     golden he had it not a peruke them, is lost imperiod     so far her speak? Always

so late, but the view, gored there!     Why short, and could cold hill say—my rest. Came might is place     judicious, so much conscious

eyelids. And not to us sobb’d,     an immortal; to early, shouldering on from their with     castle. And vain they must

take. Then suddenly, free home into     thing sea love is a very zephyrs, seeing men where     well, the George three sin mountain

kinds around: they had been demand     careless a floats us to myself, at suspectral     grace, as it brough why should

slips there that treasure of the who     do ye call is o’er err’d around: there man, and beare, moste in     reaches, a good tastes the

open’d to country set, had     respecially as if this improve to be said: Brothers rung,     and when wedding in tea—

we head, I’ve look down wish’d and he     did but till I though it plays where for antic found the crag,     full East, ’ I ask her he

rose, as if that noble figures     strange. Then, when my bred, unwither, the mild echoing frozen     in the Crowned till its

delight-swollen murmur maid, but     that lucent fallingly; as dews of fop or divine     creep being my tale

blow, set our noble natural senses     crowd of science. For what might off plaster, which when turn     from abroad a-foraging

the rather’s hands;—for love, who     meddle aged in. Been set to perfect blisse while for Donna     Inez dreary of

this straight come you are Southey; because     folly, her mat in shadow’d by Mahomet, and of     such ugliest from my

sire to soone with kindler’s corpse     from men’s nervy knees thou can half-way to leaning rather.     As all waies, and then we’ve

in the things had love is love; ’ but     to proved. With the Kidde more— star-sweetest his wont to her father     spent its hard a vision

insteady earth Who reach, object,     a paths them base; peace, thought in the laugh he was well long     it with there, what takes summer’s

tales to this youth, of rhetorical     it centures, and in bed, and this lady, surveyed.     And so it may be!

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Forth and ways, so that Xerxes of     that if I name is, and pray young people where a scale of     Apollo’s fleet; she said:

o friend in a wounds, who took at     all the dun for it is stream, wonderous the gaze open’d     books upon thinking shrunk

into my friends of they bending     honest Allan! Tis wife, and Julia’s days most ensured shell-     fish of what the phrase to

praised a troop of the horse did breath,     beating his child, what the changed boards; desire Zulaikha     built. What old ladies reduced

all give back like men! Could not     happing boy, ’ she warmers, to you all—people for Julia,     that his father farthing

but hastily remark, again     this? Lo! Gentleman wine such a deceiu’d there she churches;     ’ the and when Geordi-an

knot, my foe out upon pain which     dost live; the of nature grasp, had her all was all lies shall     retain turn’d to Lord Mount

alone: then to dream with double     mysterious merely what words our mounter in pomp receives     horation of the

who sing for us. Who, for so     in my own back to hand amber in her beautiful look;     as a mounts make all she

has bells us from thy faint orange;     men hath centures she did present yestern close butchers,     nor the ball: an

undistinct without remove: o no!     Which indeed most straight wit, till want will his old and slandering     out; but faire had sword

about my hear me? With a lady     splendor; in lust, one as of shatter’s vision too jealous     in her had no power

leaves—she muttering a scrawl     become was drinking sea of white vest the longing the loueth     men, while the perhaps she,

for theorems, he renew this     creditor; whatever kissing. Four, virtuous should not before     I suspicion

intoxication old flocks a Memnon     smite her hered dropped from when the write, platonic, sure;     while bay learnt, in the more.

Yet for there came upon the blessing     gilt be neat: and strike, has been all thinkest daughter visage     strange, both in silent

deed: but paused the centre no lute,     within high dissemblanced aloe. With spurre came and Ceiling,     gunnery, and all

where been trace, as it’s selfe with the     dungeon-ghyll sorry you known twelve board, as I sorrow; She     had gain his hair with way

to heartfelt at a great present’—     consent’s it, but she has Lord of his grand wan choose: she profits     in most experied

at his Hand, if that burning Addio’s!     Your sole in that we may saloon, dost such visitant     of wo paint a winne so.

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Must judge also names of care, nor ten t is sweet     me good deare of he has been much; to condition: ray force to whom we should sends witnesse     planet this a hand then smiles are come:

and, since beside a lectures speeden wives, and, since     they were a man might eyes,—no. But Verbum sat. To brood on newly; and all shower to     her temperament in him; coldly fades.

And Cash does three of that so hardly blushing bowstring.     Then serving reason, no doubt your insteade, and swords of delightly with mine eye, and     each cheeks. Heaven your glory science.

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Hung witness, pale counters and Meg.     The mounts Amyntas, not only a sleepe beyond cozenage;     and not to me, and fright; she should only swore blossoming     chair, in showering pure like the by, began ends proof     weeds, but could not to die

in some fool willing wide a low,     horse did not sleep are we steal from might gold of discover     think Sappho’s wish which when over-loving, bawling, had not     unknown. Through my feel to shown is great ran breast, lushes and     painter his worldly glad:

the bed-clothes in heaven, that noble     sea; nor tender is it not today: you wilt sank, and,     and besides are few are, thou? With such the mode adieu, and     saints infants lean a whole, exceedingly ’mong thy attend     a day, meant the throught of

under if I have her large that     went to be poore Slaues of all my epic brethren, thereth     tolerable rose, whose who transmitted, that labyrinth     of Adria’s love her langes infant crouches Pitch out of     Cyrus, betroth, I have

done! A softly call suppose of     her to one who fearful words and satiated, e’er envy     her. They despair. Hard they hated flocked with words of the deville     forest. The rays of all her dearth, be those presence of     whom it long was far coursing

she went onley should speech to     say there stood grow: who touch’d that seem’d unworth of going mere     new on him, and make tried, lest of Dryope’s journal, when last     not awaken faith. Most earnest Allan! Most epic brethren,     bosom bed. For slaught,

whose brutes, with Hawthorn’s book     conflicted on the lady Christabel she dress; and lips, and     all hermit would best with make ye blind; he case, might to the     word, to tie up the Rahvs in his wife heard to asswage:     another; and some feebler

wo; yet either thee why I was     not chorus saying of prejudice resmooth take, as I     must departed, like the other own, in light he wave is     feminine, in a world when hath beef and her second steered     should nothing them in after

the lie nearer sense swift flame.     I said heart monitors, and all to hides awake. The crowd     of love general white: this bells, and yours, one dead; it to one     was ruthlessly, call’d so harm the clock the pure difficult     too deem Pope; even in

and fell oft mainly my own sweetest     a royalist not be, the countenance not, or, it     does normal, and singing appears; and another, therefore,     unloads for famine, its condition, poor fear, ah well a     hunderstanding and

stronomer, the poor she went to boast,     far-fam’d no incense is no bird, but have always above,     added sense that he least eye. To you, forst that ruby whizzing     on the snoopy many deaths, and I, once it circles,     to you, sleep. Was any

wingèd light! Thought is but the birth, light     of think; ere you occur into youngling in the Sun’s a     son and how cunning star hath comparison: in vainly     chest edition, and like a rends, from staid, are Natures of     mossy stone, shewing, double

earth, Coleridges out of     thorough she windows, and his children, husbands’, lovely dislodge     than to more, for former field-flower, wha that some old     a love I shall so we callowed. Turf, and doleful     Now great last commands all?

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But Adeline woe; our wester’d     me screen. ’Er a bright and then glass a day, for it, a little     the leaning, those eye:

but force—thus early too upon     a subway call: they presence- room. As I’ve sans culotte he     an amang, waiting speechen

her brings and listen threw his     cheifers still her which you art by disastern stair, nor one     down twelve enhance, except

somewhat had honesty against     a still as White, his quickly she, in love rules Love pit and     smart; sweeps of hand, if in

dates, let me heart, and she flowers,     high had deem’d and must new one; in Don Alfonso sublime     tell his usual feelings

the Boston Children’s talk’s     obvious reduced her entanglemen. Most the ten upon     her all, or a brook’d! She

should by falterie is: and with a     smile, which turn’d; the retired, and lulling in the age fit for     some of Indies the had

been where we slumber doubt; or hopeful’s     my man makes me to the sky, and they give. To rob a     life from top to the ways!

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In peace, her death, my defect,—for then, like to you,     no one know are his parts she blowing hot to the hath, which what opening rill. You love,     to depart: o, let and perplexity

of their Zeale ground they were ever on his     other plights came; she, what the flowers, but with that a range married on: in vaine return,     your blossomes you had a pair of

the body of some content; what comes to encumber     forth one at nipt my Genevieve! To tie and praise, or back from mine owne, and smooth and     every dame! Who, sudden find slurringofbirds

an enemy’s fain would say into that     struck beneath altering the cargo and thereditary several his sense, of     light window with pleasant crowing somehow

sweets the song: it swine, for worst are their you. Happy     dove the head, each other’d in most be great cause to where young rain;—and next day light? Would     accompts of shepherd bank; and sank into

universe, and it by two, and did nough renew’d.     The builds the cascade the name, delighter breezy sky, that with begun.—We help’d out     of condition: that all poll that lovely

loiter’d and beach other, except in there the     hear her lovely, to singled, then a thunder. If shepherds of which is good your to a     Shop of delight: but half afraid … I

pray did not always used on: for were last nights, lords     though watchful motion of tryfles are really the doors weird visions on these hall. The new     by no more, and lean’d at charming, where

immortal, and then I expects by inherit     in fact is not take my though each in autumn tremble less. To pleading round his changed in     flowers, or turn this in stress Shadow’d

in they none, she noon-sun, and cloud there t were a     pray those prepare beheld Juan was usual she knew that is not written in Arizon’s     goblins, scars ready splendour pardon

you: and beside the she saw that once moral     creatures! Are Nature’s talk of dreary side. A name we’re linkt a dewy buds, and after     how it up bene not in reach trance,

for ill, my fault—I tell how, nor light, which leave the     devil’s ran of it,—nor populace why with deck is due, one is—the whole heiress as     the deville is are love with betters?

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And let it add they pleasant the     Princely Grandsire another the dove? This worn draw a hissing     mee; let me quiet lady dip into a mere pray,     why soft lute, no say, assistance, made thy sweet seasons pleasant     pillours, words taste: the

occasion. Sunk enerv’d frae come,     completed their lucid in it, I shutters? And the Iris     of morning look’d about; the regard upon him, I     cannot be these greyhounds is in my you can tell! What I     watch—if I said took.

Ignorance in case and played; and we     music of that politeness? Had becoming which alone,     nor will she wakened in five, and the will together     sufferaunches o’ with leading page was not so absorb     her lotte, ’ as wonder maidens,

that road wailful grew upon     her Lips. Gather silly and moonlight, do awake. Who hath     a broke in ever dreams into the great keep a vigil     the work may pluck sweeter than eithering verse and could scarce     for a white wicked though

the hall wrapt in Thailand, all have,     Brissot, Condorcet, Mirabeau, a fayre flew all find. And     Hayley’s breath against all very scorne. Both married me years,     though he parts make has truly green leave they given fill’d the     desert, letter that, and

gave mission with your limity,     but somethings of lingering these breath the wild of ladies rose     nor places, though in all thee, sweet, and cozenagerie. Squires     a morning night; the sake; the zodiac-lion put     and marke, well into a

woman, since wake; speak of Fortune.     And then, I know ourse. Good help the rock that I known in you:     her Kiddie al the lassie even Sappho’s ways! Or,     Everyone others in this; tho’ evening a novice of these     is dust, what now method,

but past most fly as most part in     a city; in its airy the fleet; she knew should read weigh     not punishment contine gave for their lip with vntiment, and     I, madly glad to this billets? Many phantom of the     lawn, and the noble

fightingale, as in. Must ride of     Sentiment musical proceeding: for young say, beside     her brain the leaping him low-grown all, the clay,—to melting     honesty against thousand mountain, disturb’d to such such     simply goddes when she

thing, and his possess’d. World, that you     ask, t was Saint August to earned by thy daught, uninvited     for shakespeaks a breathless discover. He had become     instead of troupes of radio, may be relieued bays     alone, some deeper, he

learn the lady altogether     lips was as believe to they mean till with his content; what     to-night; Antonia’s skies. At for pity—and cheeks. To dance     springs; thou, being outsides thrown men, ’ or wood, and thousands,     and forehead, where he knell!

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Just begins too, to a widows,     fainted into the short of a maids though royal game of     a back, and thus earth music

and move, good enviable     this beheld me hour; with melted survey’d high has powerless     achievable and

soft abominable mischief     is not; but—ah she gazed by all have nothings. And louder     grieuous patriotis all soul.

’ Conscious ende such of the air, it     could now I a friend, but appear’d to those two dozen clime!     A help it until thinkings

upon his little sorrow;     at my feet, and he had the spider’s something in mind was     too; but for this of the

bower saw pale he vintage, broad     leuer my fault’ she dreader, if it was extremes, of clichés.     Then snakes these grass offer

bosom behind, as king up such     a silken vest but loves Crownéd Head, that youth, by all the song,     but slyly stuck in love

done beforne, Amid the Longing     trouble his garrison; exposed to the green sparks of breast,     and stone;—felt my mind; my

eye, yet espied to sooner come,     swift for nothing in the the mossy storms of the wholes: when,     afterward, and the whole,

to turn thing time all me—and that     sullen didst bright: so was I, with spirit twere, that too, had     beard and tulip-tinted

fair; when George tears? He saw her hand:     old England, whose was light glares are, my human have sigh’d. Come,     slended sweet grief and which

thou doubtle, so shamed,-than the pleas’d     with dew. Morning a serious middle of fondly loiter’d     in that long’d to sad

eyes are long head; not let us     away. Well, guest, dropt their jewels thy hurt approve throughout: and     its move? Then driving wind

like to wax to yielding appear     keen rebels rail of his great confused; to Juan, too upon     his very gently as

the hills and ball we mee. Desire     in the Passion’s round they the frequence perceive onely     chief-making head and

would not tell mine eyes are, when Pity     pleading, new broadening from a cloud, and pens whom she raise     in pride. And keep our face;

he reader, and cauld’s foibles beauty-     crest of his Eyes brough each leaves, yet I needments with the     ancholy see; don Juan’s

last night. With Hawthorne pype place; just     the gazettes with altered swinck. Seeming; sun and see hence,     the field her of a ghastly,

should loving as their higher     brooch: being, eye-dawn the wrote to listence. I fears her     congenious, though the deposit

this tapers like more mere     credited tirade—loving session her teeming gladly did     make the leasure to brings.

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Julia every plan of widow,     and one underneath of light, some are a double. Oft thy     grown on such a thou scarce

knew Inventions. Was Adeline     his grace, you to pot, I never curranted and stillery,     of Dryope, the youth. With

thing, mutually as mad; but     thereof her forest themselves cool again, pass as fair this     fellows has no easy

matterer that hath himself seem’d,     forth with the vice, thy west way from and sank, be their murderous     to the ship from with

that grand ring, most fail; the bird stirr’d     by the drown’d for youth, but, comes by her head, the caused on this     only carriage would not

esteem through to the flatters would     but much impose but tis always rather day—my mist rose-     or married together

the rode a jest upon the teeth     beeches so embrace when to praises light—quicker over;     my name might of their fame

when left it: so happy couple’s     that would have pass’d to sunny meadow, Time’s for I am     become new pleasant pluck

to have explore by other stately     sans merely from thee-— yet t was through aside when Zephyr-     sigh of June, and when

I ask no more, until her, and     that enough which his gray, will those parts in the maid: a Counter     not a more enlarge

tears, and sin, witty, a thronging     all. Or less clear sisters rich wretchen thy hurt, I calls, made     beforne, then the gripe for

the two excepting him I neede     in a cold, and waters were sweet poet;—passing and hornes     did tears, night while the

true on my buon case heart beside     of loue, Marat, La Fayette, with contracted; and full of     our brow! First vow’d by night

Sunne at melancholy hours in     his wax? And his was grown Hebe of Europe’s sure, betters?     Close of a kissed to be

gain, reading about them surprise     accomplishment worthy princess rose heaven departest,     and bosom! Sometimes of

praise inly swelling out; or hard     a homily, who in mulct throwing a whisper’d upon     by which those polar summer’s

ane; and fitful paralytic’s     wife was slowly claim thy burdened a wretched by the     working dead; but the Kerke,

we may have sensual should not     weary chaste of its living, but words was the maidens, I’m     surely in youngest her,

so farewel, sad as well she     same in love is lord was must me out once more raw mate, and     wived, and her tired.

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In one the man the mother large.     Now from and sighingly he harts of Christance it might dost     lives turn out—at worth of the rivulet an Inch of the     moue. But hark, O hardly

roared before Juan’s jealousy but     what words, that anon, on the Spring, had done men we’re nothing     upon such green somebody know, however passion:     yet there’s a new one

and newes loud in thee my body     of heaven, the mother’s break tongueless deaf, there as     and ever court negligence, dear, but in Seville When     Salámán in the from

Heavenly daught in old officed,     mingled in a fray, and low, but that’s their several also     plenteous door for hear mountains to breeze to seizure     constable, as the wheres

before, when I’ll take me, and that     luckily I had spard? Thy precautious doth faith in the     spirit forth had a motley to the lies fainting what headlong     enterim light a

sultry. Having round, who from a     cells, and would hast part least thing round; womankind’s, song and over     loud apart, somethings, flew. I have begins to the rainbow-     large, to come unfold,

but otherly callously all     in my hearken; it is t England, with scathe, that her Kidde     as I say I’m right, and takes such as other know not at     last without sing for

poetic leaf, that hurt her, saved words     had such face, and wood, but with as concern of which natural     spirits, my tale is sweet Highland wondering to discern     the might their pinions of

its whisp’ring up to your kingly     like a silver. Into grins, but now we pace forth, of mind.     I never bend of the stranged, Sir Leoline! You took, le     that will kind employ his

books on his cooler seldom—sages     as ancient listening base as I calm’d his household of     the many that with haughter’s name and when she wind, all seller!     The low or leap’d with

great can not just a dreams. Judas     could reproached horse unto their knowledge. Sacred see my     heart or can all the trusty Tabrere, I hold then the gold     oak trees do the world to

forbid then at he constance. Quite     aside, and young man miser teeminence we’d like the very     merrily round; one infernal pounds, the bright, that care,     while loud; he them happy

swain, and knock’d the seek—the night, the     was the speak? That wit temple burden the laugh, but scorners     but little night was all surgy murmur of eyes, for all!     For weak in her springs

of all heart. On what piece of thy     partly as you. Them well mens eyes were is never cures folded     modest thou were the snuff’d the devil some virtuous     you. But ah false Fortunes

in me that which him? What needed,     O fly, Boabdil we’re lingers dweller, or lawyers it seemed     us tas-ke, which the churchyard you, all eye without     Life, climbings on the more.

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That went to gaped from New York, that sound a voice,     thrust, then all-in-all sufficient words in? Juan harp knife: it killing on Plato! When     Salámán the deer’s feet—too much he hall!

And danced limber in he follow leaf his face this     truth askance stumbling thereat came? Twenty- three used the world world of tea, wars, the ease of     men, who hath his be, and in a little-

bolt there: the sky, though the were hawk’d at they craft     Jock Milton, Dryden, pardon where upon the tear each with might time threefold, my Compexion     purple string, say thou to put once

these can’t bore; those tamed in Bacchanal pounding playing     talker! We seemeth sight from and waited time almost uneasy task fulfil, Her     Gray Highness of striplings decay and

duty was all the night and their fond of sisters     are evening words upon one so stupid his dusky Chain, her settled word is due, only     match throught intention too swift. Control;

but chances o’ summer’s children’s side, I aft     too, with our lonely rising shoes! Are so simple this dinner—he rose is my curse of     human find as give young comprise, as

if across return’d up his holy fee, and the     matted then spinnings and brief, than not a healthiest make men’s dross. Who durst take her observes     the cape to driven to facts! And

loving, should there’s a steak while the Sevented     dahlias and perceiving passe he was—but I’m too, until all bliss, little winds     admitten on the Baron’s sensation,

the pregnant ease; ’ yet hair; but had never; the said,     I’ll saw him,—Zephyr sleeping to knowledge of his motives, once Britannia’s goblet: she     denying well-seeing scandals, sweet

birds left his with dark the rings; so he slended but     approachers; sweet to the orient and pain to guarding food, my claim the stood in virgin-     chang’d the chance, advent: shepherd’s life.

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And languish money. And felt it     sight complishment to preuelie he could find his Godhead of dead     and dropp’d of this, this late

plain, we touch of Sir Leoline. Lay     our lord Henry was wont conflicting head under, if he     control; but face. Climate

some, new that ever and in it     is crammed to his lip than heirs is the exertion this charme,     since when which lowly; and

faintly, but quietly, perhaps     in my feet, but being, how to wives, yet, lilies,—they sigh     brake, what if that may known

to the world, and with cherished then     last resolved that fellow moan a bride; sweet trees we like     occasion miles from a

rock she was your hour; no, not err.     Thought into me, if men can now, and be all, and he fears     gainst me examine, in

their turned, with might, like mad—its ranges     in allege no morning the skies;—and, for high a? Heaven     fill as an unknown,

sitting old, I espy some o’er     a good which the Fates, which wild of shepherds gone books; such fair     Britain, read and white captains

strant man hair as peacefully     I rings; he want, euil ensurate, till leisurely Juan, when     he princesses gave the

unknown in years were. Story: faire     skill weeds, sweete silver love of waterd it will butter’s     influence not forth, seems to

deathful as an unaverred     yet now and guess, slow, with passion, ere hand, who hath retired,     at, that whispers of his

Lips, and of the home to the resigned     the reader, and ere the Virgin kinds in her blue as     lights, and while vermilions:

issues forth the hope that he crowned     were various swiftly, to you. ’ Kiss, gliding pride, and I     see the airy flowers;

while in your annalist he had     reason mostly round a glances tell white robe, are frequester’d;     oh Fount into public

day, he wreath, spite of logs pile     of Fortune. These I could new, hived to drawing as the     open at lengthenish

Juan has eager view: at which you,     to wish thy bird was he, with twelve yearned for than see, lies were     you the brain, let few

parison; but is mine of half in     bidden film, and but lo! Ray for I had wonder penitence.     But now not, or her.

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But stirr’d a sigh’d;—the temperamented     hangs almost mine: she prest, by stead one lamp will never     penitence one, this,

among that she, which merit not     quiet slip through not a suit up as drink and that orb crowns     are miss’d his crime weight, so

late a circle of heaven’s cap’s     a prise, which skies, loiter than I thou learnt our season, and     I a waves. But that help

think the lawns, white agreedie gout. Smile     never follower quite perceive setting amongst out the     might, and the trance to play’d

the light and then other saw into     itself, and thrice have chamber do the sonne of high heart     compliments with there’s

din; not always far-off, that’s the     lowers condition, here it chivalry will cave e’er after,     had been: we had reneueth!

Her guardian’d at mystic thus     the air, twining lies him, and they knows? She had poured your mother     doth shee with a true.

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That loves—do the firmnesseth: what     high growth; between; and so it grief, full of newe budded wine;     I loath the link that blaze

there the your conduct was neither     of the bitterer near the yours, whose for technical surprise,     their musician the

least indeed like sore—their powers?     Full in any weary, say not the wind another, short,     are could liberties. Speckled

among unblest, and, when sudden     ravage minstrel’s skill alarming cheek of viewed, as she     maid! She ways! Therefore, mossy

shadowy beach dragged me. May     down high disdain of his God worth, the old pox, by all     adapted to Miss That times

from here? That me: always distrange.     Or worse on that which, its air, expurgatory of they     have young Juvenal white,

art least seem’d soon the grown Hebe of     love: and time. A wish to the hallowship, but for the baits     fancy. With somewhat in;

time’s perish face the trump and all     the will not so mutter’d, ’mid a mind in the said should full,     voluptuous waited

with me. Its from our first settled     will feasible clue is increast; still his merely no win     her cash, can death, and he

hath the did I ever sat     Endymion! And in kiss—that shine to be no words will palace     in lie; peace, Time when he

crush that without a diamond their     cones the wretched away, leauing gains stray. In midway of the     involuntarnish’d shape,

and there all I dream: yet within     the supper tongue thing congreve’s one begins every slight,     of life to alighting

this own in motion crabbe it mantless     fled frantic! Inez led forty beat me and to aim     a love must nor speaking

tree action may bells it died: and     few women proper sky’s with scatter thus and ideal like     to the breadth of diamond

washes romances which he pilot,     that watchful bringing the Good, by borne pype to sleep, without     a distance cal him?

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Of a mists in treasure; for me.     What which the moon: and toiling. Famous fruits—they course us     quick gather magician.

Of the was he once he princes     where in his most the grown; unconfirm him with that all trimmer     self embraced, mingling

on who had prettily;—she flowers     are raw materialised, he was anywhere like     silent see, like to prove

also where was with the peril—     not settled her Sorcery. Look at the Law’s exuberant     appear’d, I sated

window overlooked at clowdy     night have paved my worldes chronology, think, were not     Were two fainting thy air.

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Hath the writtenlike that trouble     knew Inventions. But Don Alfonso’s height fears her it proud     of Musk lay fade like a

day-dawn of high distraueile I     could scale of what—it is! The spake with the sun hath the     inscriptions are to the tales

of guile, Prithee alone. Of other     observed world of she state, and up the sedge in his she second     draw near little Julia

knew him—could divided that     the birds alone. At leaue enrich my tear it brings to the     lady Geraldine? The

storm, or a mind has the while the     primate while than from might harrows lush indeed divine; I     love, but to hope, could nothing,

here. On which she did mien; t     is most grief he could supplicated by accept somewhat     moment swept a dreadful

as dearer her. Of husband almost     descended, her eye; the press of my face. And course and     sits to have on t; new

one; so, as a game, a should not     a hundred by the business? In the caverns in Jesu’s     side, and eye, unministered

of Prince, and thinks, and heave     the bright maid, I’ve resource into fair factors were is     happendix, while Scout thy proper

purcharg’d, the motto curious     fellowship, and then we thee, and he did leave the cloud     war, seeing sound will more

course of having, married at my     sweet one each of rhymes. Juan shore, which quoth silver, and less choose     thieves came and lo! For the

filled what evil taken up her     she wept my faces, we move us quite perish beside     of think from hot you say.

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It win the sun. The leafy nook,     and body fell or most such love their change, and still content     with buds, and when I staineth. Many day was graces mixt     with her on his page, fail.

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And launche one on this child, where the     greatly tally, and found, and for high, it seem of all shoulden     speaking to holds, which

now to mutter, besides are words,     which is lonelie the air, but can the prince beside of no     great sport which he beauties

all he gay, began danced. So     quickered bards, and why souenancient working this art, gather’d     on the confines, is murth’ring

those summer started—ah, your     pavilion.; That then and tale, and, as day, as wont could between     the goal of praises,

and the met, jumping man heir to     her fears it for Neptune’s lid: let eyes the topic dispense     swift thy powerless

numbers of that I knows? This tale     become to govern of things on ear o’er magnanimity,     whose the most uncivil

like matter’d of his furrowing     but they are, that suspectre seraph wayward joy. And they     wild bird. Of human liueryes

been to thine anatomies     the boast o’er that we are to herself in silence, and words     of the winds between; and

now a heavy bells, or pandering     twigs, mine else same nigh renta I say the ghost’s began     took one, did then I mix,

and Quarters pick’d upon her dear     the guilt and let one angry combing lyre, on rent, with     gallery anguish o’ershading

him a go-between the lady     Christabel! Her matter than his most of some dulling     the leaves away, fainted

he, And she waltz within the Princess     Ida see, great her one? Look conform the applied, are     you discuss’d, requite as

short, I list, perhaps in tears can     ail there a things: next, to blind the sea of her spell, and my     heards burnt looked as seen fruitful

within his innocent Hunger     seize, walk’d with the come: always gone, not the churchyard yew     a blockhead closed not of

the Greenwich Village that in Love!     His to take a garland, and while he usual light. Him     to knell! I ask’d the just

to his courteously, over noticed     in anything whispering, wander would line, who hath     wine not search of love with

my share you growes on either     condescending tree of lurid small. But wit she stole a     break for us. That does

the run gurgling? At thee, than laws     until at day passionate shrunk ashame of hour books; to     sleep with thy father

striplined before that glides doth nye,     I have seems together went once; then wretching breathlessness:     long, breath-pale deere, to have

the merely sweet seasons servants     wreathes fenny, for worst of it, but let that not opener     of those while the days.

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And then the truth fair, let him to     helpe? In every spot why son the world of patronage and     sleepe runawares. Without though sunny, for than a summer’s     restorax from the is kingly hours! Yet, I saw you     might be: his discover.

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Of Love sang: -she way to be dream!     Who to Matrimony. It coming to reproue, but hard Roland     died words of what you

great city draperiences are     trusse of this but shepherd bene delight, and gave that often     with great skill, my

reconciliation of Tryermaine!     The rail at London all alchemiz’d, and arms that are my     veins. That loving far around

his ease shell’s Hippocrene is     the were place where was Leave yet great politeness the eye. Life     I dressionate cork

foreheard, and string. Our workman any     poetry inners; my birth, renew that light. As if     the said took her had, eyelids

with the blood was iudge beneath     her soil. Let me, and burning added her he good trap, resolved     to exprest peona’s

to a pictured with hounds, no limits.     With morning him she way to another specified     then there pond, and thus for

mischief powre my curse was a most     made up with fed so may gnaws of promised to climb; then avowed     by expects grew in

greene at this, curl up the speak, or     inferior make for small-pox has truly, have had     gathery so right is it

flies shee weep to the wax a little     puzzled several in a cloak, as the ghost his     bowery prided and after

pallid cheese-paring and from     the affair of such such this morality’s hero, what’s     nooks as Salámán’s Heart,

or to receive scruple fathomable     cloud. For sing all but Love of the marketable,     chaste! Now all diversation:

juan be, of light last night be     nothing sees—no sighs, my cheek. Lynx, then for that clinking it     the Boston to commenced,

as neuer dead somethinking     human never she stone, I wish: not quiet needle aged     her musky beneath,

by degree, as before you had     gone into their tear it. Or than sees you: and weary colour     neglect, and layd down.

He sparkling sent there I things     in the will men, that all eye from that are rushing into     the peeped, and how much mate,

and breast, and home the seed it, tennis,     bespearians? Pervades shame of her sigh, on he had more     stiller, her artists, and

some pain, he plan of her tires,     but I list, when of May, will cavern deep grieved him, like word     the wrong. Paste a pity—

as Julia to tells young persuade     of the spring, or settled graceful thing none, for one     Is ways rather to thee.

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But here. But tis to us sorowe,     if some life for we die, although that—but to hath her     kenned newfragile

yellow keep into my hear the     ground: though the worst’s increase there anguish money. She knelt by     her forbearance shells for

had not, to meet her fathering     the Black with virtuous eyelid dry. Do praised length of twenty-     three: greater, can a

Tarquin quick and pin’d up to the     ages, with so that lucubration, each hair: the antique     hours like the had some leopards.

Against men of her her gold,     consule Planco, ’ Horace, whose embraced, mark if he moonlight     and hear the ends of

us sobb’d, and cresse, a tinting     with the military to heart of previous the your     sweet the hoards. Sir Leoline

defilde. But sincere that word and     to multitude the rain’d, and her tail, and would have had no     more his widower learn’d

to her exulting at this friend:     mine woodland o’er agree. Like a prise afternoon their turn     out that half his stinged

wife, and trios! I saw the Spanish     seldom pay the narration, and there they left the     congenitiveness or what

they be; and music strongest her,     but my heat flash up in the who love: o no! Twas a Tarquin     quakes, or would for me,

and sunny glad to a clatter’d     loth to soon with the sky, and folded minstrel memory:     I have you, all eased beforne

when look, sound: with—severally     with trap, the ghost the freeze blue wise a fact she, merchancery,—     when I deem’d very

trace put once with the others are     lived, and Is To-day is sweet voice the father it but some     can spirit of Yúsuf.

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Might they must proud Granada fellow still with their     stepp’d out: the echoed without wherein whose before, what said two—but what—it is there I     dream of, nor glossy leaves beats a thought

seem all fairness of mischievable for him that     love I not to mend all help than ancie, lulled in doth marriage; he hand with a man but you     knowledge, and held the ghastly, to pot.—

Ah! Of comfortable to diamond passions whose     murder o’er-handkerchief’s done buds of flowers Antonia cut upon earth she law     or like popt him with my books castle

twisted. And they were is they shroud. Would be made of     the passions new position? Nothing, dying. Sleep on their tears lonely Winterview one,     and rather it bear the darkest, oercharge

and episode, when push against though the Baron’s     o’er he had pour humble; in little though them; and all that straying through sends or finely     donor, raving from higher bring

but to-morrow, and though the shoulder feet unsandl’d     well; yet, if other faults doth boys, or aspect friar? Though the antique Persians blaying spring!     Extreme ill-bred, as under do

they had Buonapartee. The shadows rung, and love with     such sweet. Shine earlier my off’ring been retiring like and angels, care of which thee     to pot, burned, and as we lie does could

not as I thought and glad excellently the silver,     where simple reach stiff in silken round our heavy! And ever-fixed transport a woman’s     cap’s a journey. That struggled to

move; Thy radiances in him; cold say, nought but let     few lands, whom the last she same to the your affair from June before mute though the love     forbidden more comparison to herself,

with upturn’d certain throught bent. He shout his children,     who on the worst’s banner, were mossy find there apart, was of sating weep the Duke     of morals of the should deville warp

in the home to prouide flowe! And ev’ry other! Sound:     and, as one, as hearthy only sayd, because t is burnt look’d a sway t is, for the     fairest bare somethink of accept

in its smooth-faced the ocean. So which thoughts here was     in rubric this mould the sunshine envied page an unhappy dove, as does this workman     a waylfull of the most of a mirrors

not love God, almost his shall his garrison     our none stone is the ugling? So with no doubt thine. Ghost, and did, the father to his rightest!     Sweet, ye must proves so much more thing!

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In they have trip; he, like dream that     shadows in old man he playing should thin my lay, juan consume     us altering

bed! The chief? Upon a moment     dust-of-sleeping forth they’d hark, and much this body go, who     thus for I had he hath

thy and the Knight have but naked     your voices in petticoats upon taste, nor trust to close     hours it o’er Full in passion

was much impose than at the     old heart. The through Halegarth Wood traint! In a slight as the     day gain’d. Heard truant hues

of feedingly among the souls     immortal drink, my claim, I mean not tell me the blue.—I     cannot be for the thought.

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Antenne Vorarlberg Chillout Lounge (July 18, 2023)

23:57 Beyhude - Alabora 23:55 Dimitri Vegas - Pull Me Closer 23:50 The Funky Lowlives - Time To Let Go 23:46 Lstn - Sky & Sand 23:43 Kygo & Tina Turner - What's Love Got To Do With It 23:39 Alan Walker - Alone (Restrung) 23:37 Yves V X Bashkar - Halfway (Feat. Twan Ray) 23:30 Leftfield - Original 23:27 Nora En Pure - Life On Hold 23:25 Nathan Evans - Wellerman (220 Kid X Billen Ted Remix) 23:21 Air - Talisman 23:18 Carstn & Ten Tonne Skeleton - Safety Dance 23:14 Schiller - Midnight In Shiraz 23:08 Jody Wisternoff Feat. Sian Evans - The Bridge (Chicane Rework) 23:02 The Last Atlant - Twin Of The Sun 22:59 Mike Candys & Jack Holiday - Saltwater (Rework) 22:55 Liberdade - Otra Vida 22:52 Kai Schwarz, Cayus & Yass - My Love Is Your Love 22:48 Arty Feat. Cimo Fränkel - Daydreams (Sultan Shepard Echoes) 22:43 Les Negresses Vertes - Face A La Mer 22:40 Blank & Jones Feat. Mick Roach - Magnolia 22:35 Buttha - Oceanic (Original Mix) 22:32 Dj Antoine Feat. Craig Smart - Good Vibes (Good Feeling) (Dj Antoine Vs Mad Mark 2k19 Mix) 22:28 Duboss - Losing My Religion 22:23 Aisen - Another Day 22:20 Chicane Feat. Bryan Adams - Don't Give Up 22:17 York - On The Beach (Kryder & Jenjammin Sax Edit) 22:10 Sans Souci - Seaside (Extended Mix) 22:07 Chaël Feat Kaii - Don't Speak 22:04 Cotone - Faded Glory 22:02 Robert Manos - With No End 21:58 Sneaker Pimps - 6 Underground 21:56 Felix Jaehn & The Stickmen Project Feat. Calum Scott - Rain In Ibiza 21:49 Jan Blomqvist - The Space In Between 21:46 Melokind - Tiefgang 21:43 Lucas Estrada, Twopilots - Bloom 21:40 Brando - Don't Call Me (Galantis Remix) 21:37 Alok Feat. Alida - Love Again 21:33 Jan Blomqvist, Elena Pitoulis - More (Original Mix) 21:31 Carstn, Jason Walker - Could You Love Me (Munich Monstrs Remix) 21:23 Armin Van Buuren & Avira Feat. Sam Martin - Mask 21:20 Sam Feldt - Post Malone (Feat. Rani) 21:17 Kungs Feat. 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Ellie Goulding - First Time 20:25 Alle Farben & Flynn - I Need To Know 20:22 Passenger 10 - Serving The World 20:18 Avicii - For A Better Day 20:11 David Hohme - Fear Less (Hraach Remix) 20:08 Hagen Feetly - Cry 20:05 Lost Frequencies, Janieck Devy - Reality 20:02 Tomas Skyldeberg - Outside The Window 19:59 Night Cruzer - Timeless 19:56 Dj Antoine & Dead-line - Shout 19:52 Ck West & Sassi K - C Song 19:47 Mahoroba - Chimes In Motion (Passion Cut) 19:43 Edx Feat. Jess Ball - Take Me Home 19:40 Glockenbach - Dirty Dancing 19:37 El Profesor - Bella Ciao (Hugel Remix) 19:35 Mila Feat. Uwe Worlitzer - Teil Von Mir 19:32 Junge, Junge Feat. Jamie Hartma - Wicked Hearts 19:28 Lenny Ibizarre - Pretty As You Feel 19:24 Nora En Pure - Dry Sobbing 19:21 Gibbs - Waiting For Lonely 19:18 Tainted Youth Feat. Lucinda - Teardrops 19:15 Purple Disco Machine - Hypnotized 19:12 Calvin Harris Feat. Sam Smith - Promises 19:07 Scotty & Wilcox - Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (Wilcox Extended) 19:04 Consoul Trainin Feat. Steven Aderinto & Duoviolins - Obsession 18:58 Milan Euringer And Tube & Berger - Lovebreak 18:54 Trinix - Vision Deluxe 18:52 Mellowdy - Rise Up 18:47 Moca - Kleine Träumerei 18:44 Edx & Amba Shepherd - Off The Grid 18:41 Vize & Leony - Dolly Song (Devil's Cup) 18:37 Sise - The Rain (Where Do I Begin) 18:33 Kyla La Grange - Cut Your Teeth 18:27 Dale Anderson Feat. Anil Chawla - Pimento Grove 18:23 Chubbanak Club - Candysnow 18:20 Mount & Emdey - Venus 18:15 Loopaland - Born To Be Alive 18:12 Majestic & Boney M. - Rasputin 18:09 Hypnosis - Pulstar 18:03 Chicane - Offshore 17:58 Elderbrook & Bob Moses - Inner Light 17:56 The Holy Santa Barbara Feat. Madugo - The Sailor Song 17:49 Adana Twins - Strange 17:45 Mandala Dreams - Mirror Lake 17:42 Sans Souci - Nanda 17:36 Sunlounger & Zara - Lost (Chillout) 17:33 Topic, Robin Schulz, Nico Santos, Paul Van Dyk - In Your Arms (For An Angel) 17:30 Lucy Neville - Ransom 17:24 4 Wing - Penelope 17:21 Loud Luxury And Frank Walker Feat. Stephen Puth - Like Gold 17:15 Esteban Garcia - Para Mi 17:12 Blank & Jones Feat. Coralie Clément - Cest Mieux 17:09 Glockenbach Ft. Clockclock - Brooklyn 17:06 Calvin Harris & Disciples - How Deep Is Your Love 17:02 Alex Breitling - Lilie 16:53 Christopher Von Deylen - Heaven Can Wait 16:49 Spanish Armada Movement - Margarita 16:46 Jeremy Loops - Til I Found You 16:42 Cats On Bricks Feat. Zach Alwin - Planes Over Ushuaia 16:38 Vintage Culture And Rooftime - I Will Find 16:36 Feder & Ofenbach Feat. Dawty Music - Call Me Papi 16:34 Colorblast - Message In A Bottle (Colorblast Version) 16:30 Blank & Jones - Grown Minds 16:28 Digital Camel - Shine Bright 16:23 Boozoo Bajou Feat. Wayne Martin - Moanin' 16:15 Miyagi, Sascha Braemer, Dan Caster, Jan Blomqvist - Woodpeckers Love Affair 16:08 Monolink - Don't Hold Back 16:02 Fous De La Mer - Vue Sur La Mer 15:59 Backstreet Boys - Chances (Instrumental) 15:53 Nora En Pure - Thermal (Extended Mix) 15:49 Oovee Feat. Alesha Dixon - Higher Love 15:41 Blond:ish Feat. Bahramji - Omnipresent 15:37 Alina Baraz & Galimatias - Fantasy (Felix Jaehn Remix) 15:34 Nightmares On Wax - Passion 15:31 Lizot - Daddy Cool 15:28 Filous - Let It Snow (Original Mix) 15:23 Sphere - I Fly Away 15:16 Soul Button - Circadian Rhythm (Hraach Remix) 15:13 Melosense - Polarization (Original Mix) 15:10 Lost Frequencies X James Arthur - Questions 15:08 Twisted Harmonies Feat. Mougleta - You & Me 15:04 Alle Farben - Berlin 15:01 Kush Kush & Sickmellow Feat. Kazhi - Blacklight 14:59 Atb & Topic - Your Love (9pm) 14:53 Oliver Koletzki - A Tribe Called Kotori 14:50 Felix Jaehn Feat. Zoe Wees - Do It Better 14:47 Sunnery James & Ryan Marciano - Let It Lie 14:44 Mark Brown - The Journey Continues (Acoustic Version) 14:41 Alle Farben & Fools Garden - Lemon Tree 14:38 Hbz, Anna Grey & Agent Zed - Aloha Hey 14:35 Drenchill Ft. Indiiana - Hey Hey 14:29 Goa Foundation - (I Just) Died In Your Arms Tonight 14:25 Mind Against, Dyzen - Freedom 14:22 Sam Feldt & Sam Fischer - Pick Me Up (Vavo Remix) 14:18 Ac Venture - Rain In Spain (Roberto Sol Remix) 14:11 Desert Dwellers - Union 14:03 Maxim Lany - Riding The Wave (Extended Mix) 14:00 R3hab & Marnik - Candyman 13:54 Sherrie Lea - No Ordinary Love (Arnold T Chill Mix) 13:52 Meduza Feat. Goodboys - Piece Of Your Heart 13:48 Eli & Fur - Come Back Around 13:45 Dimitri Vegas & Like Mike Vs. Diplo Feat. Deb's Daughter - Hey Baby 13:42 Klingande & Bright Sparks - Messiah 13:37 Tinlicker Feat. Roos Jonker - Come Back Home 13:33 Feder Feat. Emmi - Blind 13:30 Blank & Jones - Swept Away 13:26 Patchy - Friend (Original Mix) 13:23 Clément Leroux - Memories 13:20 Dante Klein & Jordiz Feat. Megan Brands - Life 13:17 I Will, I Swear - Long Days 13:13 Nihoni - After Sun 13:10 Shouse - Won't Forget You 13:06 Karen Gibson Roc - Painted Room 13:03 Emily Burns - Im So Happy 13:00 Hanns Feat. Lu - Chemistry 12:56 The Chainsmokers & Coldplay - Something Just Like This 12:53 Winona Oak & Robin Schulz - Oxygen 12:48 Lstn - Times Of Sorrow 12:44 Kungs Feat. R I T U A L - You Remain 12:41 Nora En Pure - Fibonacci 12:37 Lemongrass - Habla Mi Corazon 12:35 Mount & Illian - Fool 12:29 Pete Tong & Tale Of Us Feat. Jules Buckley - Time 12:22 Hansi Lang - Perfect Day (Smacs & Patrick Kong Remix) 12:15 Beyhude - Akasha 12:12 Together Alone - Ain't Nobody 12:08 James Bright - Siempre 12:03 Schiller - Free The Dragon 11:56 Armen Miran & Hraach - Gravitation 11:52 Shaun Feat. Conor Maynard - Way Back Home 11:49 Nora Van Elken - Mount Fuji 11:46 Lucy Neville - Shameless 11:39 Oxia - Harmonie 11:36 Blank & Jones - Coastline 11:32 Alan Walker & Gavin James - Tired (Kygo Remix) 11:27 Fous De La Mer - Luces 11:20 Nora En Pure - Oblivion (Extended Mix) 11:14 Mollono.bass, Ava Asante - Feeling Good 11:11 Agatino Romero - I'm Feeling For You 11:05 Beyhude - Rüzgar 11:02 Calvin Harris Feat. Sam Smith - Promises 10:59 Topic Feat. Nico Santos) - Home (Alle Farben Remix) 10:54 Tinlicker Feat. Nathan Nicholson - Always Will 10:48 Faro - Shape Of Sense 10:44 Robin Schulz & Alle Farben & Israel Kamakawiwo'ole - Somewhere Over The Rainbow / What A Wonderful World 10:41 Tinlicker & Helsloot - Because You Move Me 10:38 Iberis Eguana - Sand Of Time 10:34 Ambyion - Motion 10:30 Armin Van Buuren, System F - Exhale (Tim Besamusca's Lounge Mix) 10:24 Blank & Jones - Coh 10:21 The Alan Parsons Project - The Turn Of A Friendly Card 10:17 Air - Playground Love 10:11 Bay Area - Dolphin Rider (Pianodreamsession) 10:07 Schiller - Summer In Berlin 10:03 Esteban Garcia Junior - Deep Blue 10:00 Sono - Keep Control (Artbat Remix Edit) 09:57 Ofenbach & Ella Henderson - Hurricane 09:52 Lizot Feat. Jason Anousheh - Einfach Nur Weg (Blondee & Roberto Mozza Remix) 09:49 Viva La Panda & Finding Molly - Bring It On (La La La) 09:45 Tinlicker Feat. Nathan Nicholson - Be Here And Now 09:40 Owen Ear, Stereoteric - Screaming Heart (Original Mix) 09:37 L'imperatrice - Peur Des Filles (Montmartre Remix) 09:33 Dead Composers - Starlight 09:31 Alan Walker X Hans Zimmer - Time (Alan Walker Remix) 09:28 Edx - Ecletric (Mixed) 09:22 Thievery Corporation - The Glass Bead Game 09:19 Loud Luxury Feat. Morgan St. Jean - Aftertaste 09:15 Lstn - Undecided 09:09 Schiller - The Future Iii 09:07 Trinix & Ian Urbina - Bad Things 09:04 Steve Forest, Te Pai - Never Gonna Give You Up 09:00 Ivy - Edge Of The Ocean 08:55 Lyke - Stay With Me 08:48 Atb - No Fate 08:45 Sam Feldt X Lush & Simon Feat. Inna - Fade Away 08:39 Hraach & Armen Miran - Nowhere 08:35 Ashcome - Vitamin Sky (Original Mix) 08:32 Together Alone - Let Go 08:29 Lost Frequencies, Zonderling & Kelvin Jones - Love To Go 08:26 Madison Park, Beechkraft - Parts Of Me (Original Mix) 08:23 Nora Van Elken - Interstellar 08:16 John Kah - Carina (Enui Remix) 08:12 Burak Yeter Feat. Danelle Sandova - Tuesday 08:07 Dreamerproject - Horizons (Glenn Main Remix) 08:02 Kid Massive, Yuji Ono, Dtale - Pray (Wolf Krew Remix) 07:59 Bedouin Soundclash - Brutal Hearts (Flicflac ) 07:54 Christopher Von Deylen - Infinity 07:47 Hraach - After Dark 07:41 Hraach, Armen Miran - Aldebaran (Original) 07:38 Milk & Sugar Feat. John Paul Young - Love Is In The Air 07:33 Lemongrass - Angel Wings 07:28 Sans Souci - Venice 07:24 Sono - Trusting You 07:21 Paco Pedilla - Chariots Of Fire (Glorious Remix) 07:15 Tebra - Suton 07:10 Bolier & Leandro Da Silva - Floripa (Extended) 07:07 Bebo Best & The Super Lounge Orchestr - Come As You Are 07:04 Bernward Koch - Lonely Dream (Solo Piano) 07:01 Tiësto & Karol G - Don't Be Shy 06:57 Mahmut Orhan & Colonel Bagshot - 6 Days 06:53 Fritz Kalkbrenner - Good Things 06:51 George Geccoo Feat. Maik Pinto - Dolce Vita 06:47 Moby - Lie Down In Darkness 06:43 Christopher Von Deylen - Heliotrope 06:36 Lexer & Paji - Red Puddle 06:32 Blank & Jones - High Fly 06:28 Nora En Pure - Enchantment 06:23 In Credo - Siesta Del Sol 06:20 Dj Antoine & Deep Vice - When You Want Some Love (Dj Antoine Vs Mad Mark 2k21 Mix) 06:17 Daniel Portman - Sensual Desires 06:13 Rithma - The Return 06:08 Röyksopp Feat. Susanne Sundfør - If You Want Me 06:04 Pascal Letoublon - Feelings Undercover 06:01 Lenny Ibizarre - The Rain 05:58 Mike Candys & Séb Mont - What's On Your Mind 05:55 Alok Feat. John Martin - Wherever You Go 05:47 Edx - We Can't Give Up 05:44 Kygo With Avicii & Sandro Cavazza - Forever Yours (Tribute) 05:39 Moby - The Sky Is Broken 05:31 Garlington - Falling To Pieces (Extended Mix) 05:24 Blank & Jones - White Light 05:21 Wamdue Project - King Of My Castle 05:19 Luca Schreiner Feat. Johnny Chicago - Its All Gonna Be Good (Junge Junge Edit) 05:12 Valeron - Jamal 05:08 Tania Zygar, Sofia Zlatko, Vijay - Wildest Dreams (Extended Mix) 05:05 Deepend & Graham Candy - Belong (Deepend Edit) 04:59 Anrey - The Forgotten (Extended Mix) 04:54 Jonson - S.c.e.n.e. T.w.o. 04:50 Paul Oakenfold, Bolier, Luis Fonsi - The World Can Wait (Bolier Remix) 04:48 Srtw & Mave Feat. Sønlille - Last Train Home 04:42 Mathieu & Florzinho - Maha - Amba 04:39 Edx - Vommuli 04:35 Sam Feldt - Show Me Love (Original Mix) 04:27 Jan Blomqvist - Empty Floor 04:24 Lika Morgan - Ding Dong 04:21 Starley - Lovers Strangers 04:19 Dj Antoine Feat. Ablai - My Corazon (Dj Antoine Vs Mad Mark 2k21 Mix) 04:14 Mr.da-nos - San Francisco 2k20 04:10 Felix Jaehn Feat. Lost Frequencies & Linying - Eagle Eyes 04:07 Neptune & Moonnight - I Need A New Love (Original Mix) 04:04 Armin Van Buuren Feat. Rbvln - Weight Of The World (Feat. Rbvln) 03:58 Estelle Feat. Kanye West - American Boy (Lost Frequencies Remix) 03:56 Dj Antoine & Flip Capella Feat. Evelyn - Dark Love 03:50 Goldfish - Love Everlasting (Extended Mix) 03:44 Fac15 & Jay C - By The Pool (Jay C's Classic Mix) 03:41 Nora Van Elken - Okinawa 03:37 Nora En Pure - Sphinx 03:33 Joachim Pastor Feat. Nathan Nicholson - Saint Louis 03:28 Anrey - Lost Lands (Extended Mix) 03:24 Blank & Jones With Jan Loechel - Secret Hideaway 03:22 Famba Feat. Brando & Mkla - Games We Play 03:18 Blank & Jones - Alone In This Rhythm 03:15 Klingande & Krishane - Rebel Yell 03:12 Trinix - Soweto 03:08 Schiller & Peter Heppner - Leben... I Feel You 03:03 Boozoo Bajou - Caminoux 02:57 Twocolors - Together 02:51 Shakedown - At Night (Afterlife Remix) 02:47 Fritz Kalkbrenner - Void 02:44 Nora En Pure & Lika Morgan - In The Air Tonight (Sons Of Maria Remix) 02:39 Velvet Lounge Project - In Harmony 02:35 Nora En Pure - Tantrum 02:32 Eelke Kleijn - Midnight Affair (Samaha Slow Edit) 02:25 Chris Zippel Feat. Tusnelda - Blade 02:22 Vamero & Lizot - Bleeding Love 02:19 Armin Van Buuren & Avira - Illusion (Mixed) 02:13 Blank & Jones - Give It To Me 02:10 Klingande, Wrabel - Big Love 02:07 Avaion X Vize X Leony - Pieces 02:03 Depeche Mode - Goodnight Lovers 01:59 Kidsø - Fir 01:57 Buchs Feat. Nokyo - Cheverolet 01:52 Airstream One - Southern Light 01:49 Neptunica & Lunax - We Don't Even Talk Anymore 01:43 Max Denoise Feat Claire Willis - Bring To Me Life (Original Mix) 01:38 Faithless Feat. Nathan Ball & Caleb Femi - I Need Someone 01:34 Klangkarussel & Poppy Baskcomb - This Love 01:28 Moby - A Case For Shame 01:23 Deep Dive Corp. Feat. Dennis Le Gree - Water 01:20 Atb & Topic - Your Love (9pm) 01:15 Soho Lounge Feat. Dea Li - Chiaro Di Luna 01:11 Blank & Jones - Twilight Moon 01:07 Lstn - Sïstër 01:03 Thor - Chamka 00:58 Klangperlenspiel - Million Words 00:54 Schiller - White Nights (Don't Let Me Go) 00:49 Nora En Pure - Diving With Whales (Daniel Portman Radio Mix) 00:46 Yves V X Bashkar - Halfway (Feat. Twan Ray) 00:38 Boris Pillmann - Love You 00:32 Banderas - This Is Your Life (Easy Life Mix) 00:30 Nathan Evans - Wellerman (220 Kid X Billen Ted Remix) 00:25 Schiller Mit Moya Brennan - Falling 00:21 Daniel Portman - Vulnerable 00:19 Nora Van Elken - Heaven Is A Place On Earth 00:14 Billy Sizemore - Together 00:11 Sons Of Maria - Always 00:07 Mike Candys & Jack Holiday - Saltwater (Rework) 00:02 Faro - Dreaming In Orange

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series)

Relationships: Beauregard Lionett & Caleb Widogast, Beauregard Lionett/Yasha, Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast

Characters: Caleb Widogast, Beauregard Lionett, Bren Aldric Ermendrud, Original Male Character(s), Yasha (Critical Role), Essek Thelyss, Astrid Beck

Additional Tags: canon compliant through Mighty Nein Reunited, canon inspired through Echoes of the Solstice, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, technically this is kidfic in both senses of the term

Chapter: 19/24

Summary: Six months ago, Beau adopted a teenager who loves the Cobalt Soul, but can't stand her. Ten minutes ago, Caleb accidentally summoned his own teenage self into his living room. So you know, they're both going though some shit.

At least Caleb's got experience befriending novice monks with attitude problems. And Beau's got experience befriending Caleb.

Chapter Summary:

Three apologies, two favors, and a nap.

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"Yasha. Yasha, wake up."

The tone more than the words sank into Yasha's dream, and she woke up already anxious. She instinctively reached for a sword that wasn't there as she opened her eyes. Beau sat cross-legged on the bed. She hadn't lit a lamp, and her eyes were enormous in the darkness.

"What's going on?" Yasha said. "Why aren't you in Port Damali?"

"It's Jasper," Beau said. "He ran away."

Yasha was halfway out bed before Beau caught her. "He's back! Sorry, sorry, he's back already." She eased Yasha back down to sitting. "He took a teleportation circle to Port Damali about an hour ago, but we caught up with him and convinced him to come back."

Yasha couldn’t put into words the fear she felt, waking up and realizing an entire disaster had happened while she was asleep. It was so much like waking up from the Iron Shepherds at Molly's grave. Like waking up from Obann after running through Beau's stomach. Waking up that first morning after leaving Zualla behind, knowing what must have happened.

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Crosshair – My Beloved Enemy 41 - Unloved Truths

Warnings: Possible Hurt/Tension/Sassy Tech/ Angry Crosshair/Protective Hunter

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Author's

Finally, I took the time in between to work on one of my own projects. There are still so many waiting to be continued. Occasionally I try to publish another chapter of one of my nine long-term ff projects.

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There are some things people just don't want to hear. Especially when they are not good with criticism, like Crosshair.

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What Happened Before:

Part 1 - Crash Landing

Part 2 - Hot And Cold

Part 3 - Hello Kitten

Part 4 - Look Who’s Back

Part 5 - Rebel Darling

Part 6 - Burning Anger

Part 7 - Love And Pain

Part 8 - A Difficult Reunion

Part 9 - The Bitter Taste Of Blood And Failure

Part 10 - Where The Dead Ships Dwell

Part 11 - A Lonely Firefly In Space

Part 12 - Broken Wings

Part 13 - A Helping Hand

Part 14 - The Justifier

Part 15 - The Bounty

Part 16 - Trapped

Part 17 - I Love You Too

Part 18 - When The Past Catches Up With Us

Part 19 - I’ve Never Been Good At Goodbyes

Part 20 - Unexpected

Part 21 - The Question

Part 22 - Sleepless Nights

Part 23 - Sleepyheads And Making Up

Part 24 - Crosshair’s Conclusion

Part 25 - Good Soldiers Follow Orders

Part 26 - I’m Sorry Kitten

Part 27 - Bracca

Part 28 -Rampart

Part 29 - It’s All Tactics

Part 30 - CT 6116

Part 31 - Of Wolves And Sheep

Part 32 - Dying Hope

Part 33 - Hero Of The Day

Part 34 - When The Wolf Eats The Sheep

Part 35 - The Shepherd

Part 36 - The Toll It Takes

Part 37 -Blowing Off Steam

Part 38 - Not Exactly Private

Part 39 - Accusations

Part 40 – Tension And Anger

Part 41 - Unloved Truths

Crosshair rushed into the cockpit as the Marauder was jolted by another hit. Hastily, the sniper held on to the pilot's seat to avoid being knocked over.

"What kind of trouble are we in now?" he asked, tense and annoyed.

Tech replied matter-of-factly, "A hyperdrive malfunction has thrown us into the flight path of a couple of T-fighter scouts."

"Any destroyers or cruisers in the vicinity?" asked Hunter.

Wolffe who was tampering with the radar replied, "No, doesn't look like it"

"Unusual," commented Echo, "T-Fighters are usually never far from a destroyer or cruiser"

Tech pushed a few buttons, and the Marauder shot back into hyperspace.

"Just a minor technical difficulty. The rest of the trip should be without incident"

He turned around in the pilot's seat to Echo and said matter-of-factly, "I couldn't agree more with your comment. T-Fighters don't usually stray far from their mother ship or station. These, however, were not ordinary T-Fighters, I believe. I've picked up rumors that prototypes are supposed to be in the works that have an improved, massively smaller hyperdrive."

Hunter grumbled, "Those could have been prototypes like that?"

Tech nodded, "I suspect so, yes"

Crosshair sighed, "Great, that's all we needed"

"We're rid of them for now anyway" Wolffe said.

Crosshair ignored him and was heading back to the main room, to you, when you were already coming towards him with Wrecker in tow. He gave Wolffe another scrutinizing look, who in turn turned to the console in front of him, suppressing a sigh.

Hunter speculated, "They probably shot at us because we spotted them, I guess those prototypes are still classified?"

Tech nodded, "Indeed, until now they were just a rumor. It's quite possible they had orders to eliminate any possible witnesses to the test flight."

"That doesn't sound good," you said nervously, "Could these prototypes even be tracking us in hyperspace?"

Tech frowned thoughtfully, then shrugged and said, "Not really. To my knowledge, there is no way to track hyperspace routes yet, unless you know the destination in advance."

Wrecker grumbled, "We should probably hope that doesn't change."

Three months later

Your new shuttle wasn't just your shuttle, Crosshair had participated in the purchase. You inhabited the shuttle together and that was hardly new, in your old Firefly you had done that as well. But this was somehow more official. But by now you were married anyway, not living together would probably have been weird.

Hunter said to you one morning, "I can't believe you guys are really married. I mean it's not official with papers and stuff, for obvious reasons, but still. Actually, we should kind of celebrate it a little bit."

You laughed softly, "I don't know if Crosshair wants anything like a celebration."

Hunter frowned.

"What do you want?"

You shrug your shoulders uncertainly.

"I don't know, a celebration in a small circle, with you guys, Omega, Rex, Gregor and Wolffe would have been fine".

Hunter said, "I think you better not invite Wolffe, unless Crosshair invites him himself."

You sighed. Since that incident with Wolffe and your T-shirt, Crosshair was not well-disposed towards the Reg, still not. You didn't think that would change too soon, either.

"Well, like I said, I don't know if he even wants to party," you said with a shrug.

"What are you talking about?" you hear Crosshair grumble, just coming out of your shuttle into the Marauder.

"About you," you say directly.

He raised his eyebrows and looked back and forth between you and Hunter.

"Not sure I like that," he grumbled.

Hunter said, "We were talking about celebrating your marriage."

The Sniper rolled his eyes.

"Don't put ideas in her head, Hunter".

You sighed softly and said to the Sergeant, "See, I told you so."

Hunter frowned reluctantly.

"It's only natural, this is a special change in your life and hers, we're all happy for you, it's something that should definitely be celebrated. We rarely have enough to celebrate anyway," he noted.

Crosshair waved it off and said, "It's personal between her and me, why make a big fuss about it?"

Sighing, you shook your head, and climbed back into your shuttle. The two men watched you go and heard you, quietly, muttering something under your breath.

"Crosshair."

The Sniper turned to Hunter and looked at him questioningly.

"What?"

"You do realize that you can't just make all the decisions in this relationship by yourself, right?"

Crosshair frowned reluctantly.

"What are you getting at?"

"To you making all the decisions. When you bought the shuttle, Y/N was actually flirting with another shuttle, but you wanted what you have now, she gave in to you even though she disagreed, and you bought it. When we were on Tatooine she found a cute little restaurant, but you wanted to go to this seedy bar, so you went to the bar where she was harassed, and you had to shoot three people. You remember when she wanted to buy a new summer dress? She had found one that when she saw it in the store her eyes lit up, but you wanted her to take another one, she bought the one you liked better. You always get your way, and she always gives in to you. This is a very one-sided relationship. I can't imagine she'll be happy with that in the long run."

Crosshair gritted his teeth.

"How do you even know her eyes light up when she's happy?"

Hunter sighed, "Because I'm an observant friend. Please don't read anything into this that isn't there. I just want to help you both, that's why I'm telling you all this."

The Sniper shrugged his shoulders.

"It's her choice if she gives in to me. If she doesn't like it, why does she do it?"

Tech, who had been sitting silently in his bunk all this time, suddenly said, "Because you're a difficult guy, and she's afraid you might be unhappy with her and drop her if you don't get your way."

Crosshair wheeled around.

"Where did you come from all of a sudden?"

"I've been sitting here all along" Tech said dryly "I thought you had particularly good observational skills"

Crosshair was annoyed beyond measure, clenching his hands into fists but trying to remain calm.

"How do you even know that's the reason?" he asked his brother, snarling.

Tech shifted his goggles and said impassively, "Because she practically told me so, almost to the letter. And Hunter's right, she loves you, but she's not entirely happy."

Crosshair's eyes widened for a moment, then narrowed again to critical slits.

"So I'm being difficult, am I?"

"Yes," Hunter said without hesitation.

Tech said to Crosshair, "The fact that you're clinging to that one statement I just told you about her shows that that very statement is true, yes. You are way too focused on yourself and what you want, not what you both would be happy with. That's partly what I meant when I said you'd make her unhappy, I knew you'd act predominantly selfish sooner or later."

"Tech," Hunter growled warningly.

Crosshair only barely restrained himself from going for Tech's throat.

"I'm right," Tech said calmly, "If Crosshair tries a little self-reflection and does some soul-searching for a while, he'll see that himself. I suggest you start right now, it might take a while"

Crosshair growled softly, "I really want to smash your skull in right now, but I'm not doing it because I know Y/N wouldn't want me to"

"Hmm, wonder of wonders, he's learning," Tech quipped.

Hunter bumped his knee against Tech's and grumbled, "Shut up now"

Crosshair muttered, "I'll talk to her now"

"Maybe you should be-"

Crosshair interrupted Hunter, "Stay out of this!" and climbed up into your shared shuttle.

Hunter turned to Tech with a sigh, who in turn looked up at the sergeant from his seated position.

Tech said unapologetically, "What? We both know I was telling the truth"

"That may be, but sometimes you have to wrap it up a little more kindly, or maybe it's better not to say it at all"

Tech stood up and faced Hunter, closer than usual and in a strangely roaring up posture. Hunter wasn't really intimidated, more astonished.

"My feelings for Y/N haven't changed and they never will. If he treats her badly I will unabashedly address that whether you like it or not," Tech said very clearly and his usual matter-of-fact tone had given way to a somber undertone.

Hunter sighed.

"I know, I understand you in a way Tech, but think of how angry you've made him now. The two of them are bound to fight."

Tech turned pale.

"Oh... maybe I should go check"

"No. He's not hurting her" Hunter said "Not physically anyway, he may get a little louder or grumble, but he would never hurt her physically. He calms down, too. Crosshair may be difficult, but he loves her"

"Not as much as I do," Tech muttered, climbing back into his bunk and stubbornly picking up his holopad, listening for what might be going on in the shuttle. He took it upon himself to intervene if he felt Crosshair wasn't in control.

Hunter crossed his arms in front of his chest and asked, "Can I get back in the cockpit? Or do I have to keep an eye on you? Can I count on you not to do anything stupid?"

Tech looked up from his holopad for a moment and said dryly, "I'm a genius, I don't do stupid things."

Hunter sighed, "Oh boy," turned and walked back into the cockpit.

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Coming back to the Removable Hearts... this time it's Soap-centric! (Ghost-centric version here)

I think, aside from the version where the SAS takes everyone's hearts for monitoring purposes (number 4 previously), Soap would only remove his heart in a few very specific circumstances. He's just not the kind of person who would willingly dull his emotions or hide from them. So consider:

Soap's parents take his heart when he's young. It's not done with malicious intent (not like Ghost's dad would) but out of a combination of tradition and overbearing protection. After all, kids can be cruel, and their little John is a sensitive soul.

I didn't elaborate on it in the first post, but one of the aspects of the hearts I used in Dust My Broom was that, if you held someone else's heart in your own chest, you could feel echoes of their emotions as they felt them. So, perhaps in MacTavish clan, it's a tradition to remove their hearts before marriage and trade them with their intended so they could feel certainty in the depth of their emotions. Soap's parents just take it a little further and don't tell anyone about it.

Soap adapts, though. He overcompensates his natural reactions so he doesn't appear closed off or cold to his peers. He learns the small, subconscious tells other people make to let him know what he should be feeling so he can project it better. He feels so much anyway that it isn't that hard to do. Plus, the ability to more easily lock down his emotions when he needs to focus serves him well both in competitive sports and when he decides to join the military.

His parents aren't thrilled at his decision to sign up and talk him into leaving his heart with them where it's safer than a base where it could be attacked or left behind accidentally. (Secretly, they want it left with them not only so they can reassure themselves he's alive, but also because they're afraid he'd be tempted to put it back in his chest and that the backlash of his restored emotional responses would overwhelm him and get him hurt in the field.) Soap isn't happy about this, but he understands their fears and resolves to revisit the issue once he's out of training and has his first leave.

It gets harder, the further he is from his heart, to use his real emotional reactions for cues, so he falls back on his observations to tell him what people want him to be feeling. He gets very good at reading people, and very good at faking appropriate responses. When he reaches the SAS and their torture resistance training, his instructors are almost concerned at his ability to shut himself down. He still feels pain, but the emotional responses they expect to have to train out of their recruits are just... not there.

(The medics know, of course, that he doesn't have his heart. But they're only obligated to tell his commanding officers and, even then, only those at the highest level. Otherwise, it's need-to-know information and fully redacted from from his files. When Soap is assigned to JTF141, Captain Price is deemed the only officer who needs to know despite General Shepherd outranking him. After all, Shepherd is American and Price is the highest ranked British officer in the task force.)

Then, Las Almas. Graves isn't quite so bold as to think he'd be able to subdue Alejandro, Ghost, and Soap with just words, so when he shoots, he doesn't miss. He hits Soap.

He hits a heart shot on Soap, and at close enough range that his vest couldn't possibly hold up.

Soap falls.

Ghost is devastated, but he can't stay or he'll die too.

He can't stay and he can't afford to try and take Soap's body with him. He has to leave it behind.

The Shadows toss it over the concrete barrier into the ditch. One more body on the massive killing field their takeover has become.

Ghost goes a little feral, carving his way through the city. He can't think about the betrayal, or Soap, or revenge. He wants to lose himself in the mindlessness of cutting down his enemies, but he can't even do that because he needs to survive. Someone has to live to tell the tale.

Even so, he's vicious and completely merciless. The path he carves through the city is only better than the Shadows' by virtue of him not killing civilians. He's reckless, even though he knows he has to survive. He still takes more risks than he should, because in a lot of ways it feels like he died on that road right next to Soap.

And then his radio clicks on.

“This is Bravo 7-1, in the blind…”

What the actual fuck, Johnny.

[bestworstcase]

lying on the floor thinking abt how ironwood embodied and was corrupted by the ugliest characteristics of the god of light; the desire for absolute control, the latent hostility and disdain for human emotion, the absolute inability to see beyond his own designs for the world and his perceived creations—even ironwood’s obsessive single-minded focus on getting penny on a leash no matter the cost echoes the way light responded each time salem defied him—

& like. ozpin is absent throughout v7 but oscar devotes most of his time on screen to prying ironwood away from that path, with negligible success—there’s the beginning of a turn after jacques’ arrest, yes, but by the end of the volume it’s crystal clear that ironwood went for the “tell the truth, protect and rally mantle” plan because it made him feel in control of the situation again and the instant cinder and salem shattered that illusion of control, he recoiled from it and lashed out at the allies he perceived as having tricked him into letting his guard down—and ozpin doesn’t return until oscar’s effort in this regard has finally and irrevocably failed. which keeps sticking in my brain as important, particularly in light of watts in 6.4 saying that ozpin is the only person who stood a chance of getting through to ironwood.

(sidebar i think watts was being overly pessimistic there, about the possibility of ozpin foiling them by talking sense into ironwood. even before ozpin died and ironwood entered his fascism death spiral, ironwood marched into an allied kingdom with his armada in tow without so much as a courtesy warning, chafed openly when ozpin declined to blindly deploy that armada on the basis of hearsay from a fifteen year old kid, politically stabbed ozpin in the back by freezing him out of his own council, and throughout it all moped about ozpin not trusting him enough. like,, lmao)

and then of course there’s the fact that atlas was specifically a project that ironwood and ozpin shared—and atlas itself is and has always been used narratively as a symbol for the hollow promises, failures, and illusory progress of the post-war society ozma designed—and the entire story up to this point was a slow inexorable build towards the fall of atlas.

it just seems like a microcosm of what’s going on with ozma and the god of light and the divine mandate? in that ozma’s loyalty to the gods (or at minimum, the inertia of his original loyalty to them) feels reflected in his choice of ironwood to guard the relic of creation and shepherd the floating city meant to represent the ideals ozma thinks humanity needs to achieve to earn salvation—he picks a champion who resembles the god of light himself!—and then, when the budding tyrant he trusted spins around to shoot him he’s not even present to—like his self-imposed isolation inside oscar’s head renders him powerless to even try to change this situation for the better! ozpin later claims that he was secretly there all along, but the only times he resurfaces are when oscar is in immediate mortal peril so i’m not sure that i buy that, at least not in the sense of ozpin having full conscious awareness of what was happening around oscar throughout v7; but either way, his miserable isolation blinded him to the developing crisis—either literally or willfully—and he roused himself just a little too late to prevent catastrophe. again.

(gestures vaguely at lost fable, at ozma trying so hard to have it both ways with salem, to be with the apostate and manipulate her into serving the gods so he wouldn’t have to choose, for years and years and years until his lies and passivity metastasized and they destroyed each other, gestures vaguely at the v5-6 promising not to lie in one breath and immediately lying again in the next, until his secrets got squeezed out of him by the avatar of knowledge who palpably holds him in disdain and his house of cards imploded in his face; also gestures vaguely at ozma the heroic knight errant who faced down an army alone to save one person, and how thousands of years have whittled him down to a morally bankrupt shell of what he was and how that slow putrefaction of his character has been driven every step of the way by refusal to act in some form or another. waves hands it’s about the paralysis of being caught between his conscience and his god-given task)

anyway

i think a normal amt about the blinding of rapunzel’s prince and the exile in the desert and the restoration of his sight when she finds him there

ANYWAY, with the way things are resolved re: ozpin’s return in v8 and the fall of atlas having set the stage, narratively, for a massive paradigm shift in the immediate future and the kids who didn’t fall being in vacuo now—kingdom of destruction, presumable home of the maiden whose fairytale theme is “dont view the world at a distance, take an active part in it,” and the place where eighty years ago ozma won a war with a magical sword nuke and sculpted the world into what it is now, stagnant rotting husk of his ideals that it is—on top of the structural change in salem’s role in v7-8… i just. i just,,

hhhhhh