#Gold-Stone Concordance

[ronanbrackens]

what: open starter where: during the verdant concord of the reach, ronan bracken ends up outside in the gardens at dusk, after the debates have ended. this is set after knowing who is who in regards to involvement in the six. who: 0/2

the only son of stone hedge had always liked the dusk, when the world softened just enough for a man to let his shoulders drop and pretend, for a moment, that everything wasn’t sharp and loud and bloody. the gardens of highgarden had changed since he last saw them—for some reason he thought there was more marble, more gold, the kind of ostentation that made his skin itch—but the air still smelled of lavender and warm earth, and that was something.

it reminded him of stone hedge in the summer, when the wind caught the heather in the hills and made it ripple like a tide - not that there was much of that left in some areas. not after the war; and the return to the fertile rolling fields of the reach only served as more of a reminder that there was still more work to be done.

as though the turrets of stone hedge itself had not remained blackened with ash, a vivid reminder against an endless blue sky.

he lit the half-burnt roll of sweetleaf he'd recieved from a servant and leaned back against the stone railing, letting the smoke curl lazy from his lips. his body ached in the way it always did after long hours of one's mind constant being at work. a man could sit in those council halls, listen to all the talk of unity and mercy, and still feel the urge to break someone's jaw or want to simply say none of this really mattered- and have to completely ignore it, for hours.

unity, they said. justice. as if they'd only just discovered the words, like children playing at court. he took another drag, exhaled slow. maybe it was better they played. easier to stomach than the truth; there remained the all too heavy reminded of what his allies had done to the lands of the rivers, and yet, a part of him could not help but sneer in remembering that rhaenyra too had ignored the blackwood's call for help. that daemon targaryen had decided to wage his war from harrehal. they had been a playing field for all the men sat around the table, now discussing justice and peace.

there would be no justice, nor peace, for the children who suffocated in the fumes in their collapsing huts - not even given the mercy of being incinerated. he heard someone approach, steps soft on gravel, and didn’t bother looking. if it was someone important, they’d make themselves known. if it was someone foolish, he’d deal with it. "heard a man say the gods be watching these talks closely," he muttered, eyes still on the horizon, where the sky was bleeding into violet. "if that’s true, they must be fuckin’ bored."

[wintervsuns]

who: @daceystvrk when and where: the verdant concord, an unexpected northern visitor makes an appearance within the halls of highgarden - the first one in months since he retired to karhold and ignored the summons of king owen stark.

he slid into the great hall of highgarden with all the ease of a towering man stepping into a room he weren’t sure he had a right to be in - not since ignoring the royal summons of his king. didn’t matter that his blood was old as the roots of the trees carved into the southern pillars, nor that he bore the name of karhold and the quiet menace of its winters. down here, everything smelled of roses and soft summer—he smelled of damp wool and northern road, and looked like he’d rode through the night, which he had. cloak sodden at the hem, hair flattened on one side, beard uncombed and flecked with trail dust.

even now, as gold light poured through the high arched windows and laughter echoed off marble floors, there was a weight to him. something heavy in his shoulders, something slow behind his eyes.

he said nothing when he entered. not a word. just strode in, boots clicking on stone too fine for northern feet, and made for the gathered seats near the centre of the hall, where the northern retinue had gathered beside the southerners, all warmth and courtesy and talk of trade and wine. the southern lords looked up as he passed—some with curiosity, others with that reach sort of politeness that always felt like it might curdle into mockery if left too long in the sun. his brother had only just left his seat—off chasing wine or women, likely—and brandon took the space without hesitation. cloak fell behind him like a shadow, the weight of it sodden with rain that hadn’t dried in the warmth. he leaned forward, took up the half-empty cup his brother had left behind, and drank without blinking.

none had seen him in months.

the chair beside him belonged to princess dacey stark. he didn’t look at her straight away. just stared into the firelight blazing across the far wall, thinking about how far he was from the frost. it all smelled too green here. "princesss." wet grass and honeysuckle. made his chest feel tight. then he spoke, his voice low, and lined with gravel. “worked out which one’s lordin’ over the rest o’ them freys yet?” he asked, not turning, but his mouth twitched at the corner. “they change faster than the wind, them lot. last i saw, one of ‘em was carryin’ on like he were heir to bloody casterly rock.” he paused, sipped again. this shit was too fruity.

he turned to glance at her now, proper. dacey stark. she looked more tired than the last time, and stronger for it too. he weren’t sure what that said about the time between. he hadn’t seen her since spring turned to summer and the snows back home started to melt, but never quite enough.

and yet still, he didn’t speak of her sister - despite the fact it was not rare for the voic of alysanne stark to visit him in his sleep. didn’t speak of the fire in the woods that night, or how the world had bent sideways when the wind screamed through the trees. didn’t speak of the way he still sometimes woke with his heart pounding and her name half-choked in his throat. alysanne. if she’d gone through that door, he weren’t sure she could be brought back.

but that wasn’t what he came south for. or at least, that wasn’t what he’d told himself. “weren’t plannin’ to come,” he muttered, his voice quieter now. “but the dreams’ve been wrong. sea where there shouldn’t be, blood in the snow. i saw our benny blackwood in one of ‘em, so i thought i’d ride down and see if he’s still the arse he always was.” he paused, then added, without looking at her, “maybe it weren’t about ben, though.” he let the words hang there, like something that might mean more if she wanted it to. then he drank again, and leaned back in the chair like he might disappear into it.

he didn’t smile, but the firelight caught the faintest twitch in his jaw. something like a man remembering what it felt like to want something. or someone. and there, for some reason as he looked at her face, he made the silent solemn decision he would return to the place where it all started. retreat his steps. he owed her that. he owed them all that.

[canadachronicles]

"IT is the mellow season When gold enchantment lies On stream and road and woodland, To gladden soul's surmise. The little old grey homesteads Are quiet as can be, Among their stone-fenced orchards And meadows by the sea. Here lived the men who gave us The purpose that holds fast, The dream that nerves endeavor, The glory that shall last. Here strong as pines in winter And free as ripening corn, Our faith in fair ideals - Our fathers' faiths -was born. Here shone through simple living, With pride in word and deed, And consciences of granite, The old New England breed. With souls assayed by hardship, Illumined, self-possessed, Strongly they lived, and left us Their passion for the best. On trails that cut the sunset, Above the last divide, The vision has not vanished, The whisper has not died. From Shasta to Katahdin, Blue Hill to Smoky Ridge, Still stand the just convictions That stood at Concord Bridge. Beneath our gilded revel, Behind our ardent boast, Above our young impatience To value least and most, Sure as the swinging compass To serve at touch of need, Square to the world's four corners, Abides their fearless creed. Still fired with wonder-working, Intolerant of peers, Impetuous and sanguine After the hundred years, In likeness to our fathers, Beyond the safe-marked scope Of reason and decorum, We jest and dare and hope. Thank we the Blood that bred us, Clear fibre and clean strain - The Truth which straightly sighted Lets no one swerve again. And may almighty Goodness Give us the will to be As sweet as upland pastures, And strong as wind at sea."

--A New England Thanksgiving, Bliss Carman

[lancastrie]

@alienored​ continued from x

The scarred flesh that roped across his countenance had long ceased to rankle, ridged and weathered although it appeared. Pricked by torchlight, and warmed by the tender slant of the Queen’s lips, Henry gladly received Alienòr’s embossing of wifely devotion to the cheek. He cast his gaze downward, turquoise eyes swimming in the dewy, half-melted gleam of rich tapers, amused by her remark. ‘But no one,’ sparred the King, absently drumming his fingers against the oak, glowing smoothly under his palm, ‘is as susceptible to women’s virtues than the current King.’ A snigger resonated within his chest; his chin rose to meet Alienòr’s trained gaze with a wry leer of his own. ‘Virtue, or its absence, shall we say?’ He cut her gaze with a sardonic grin, wavering between prosaic taunts and jovial repartee. In his thirst for opulence and finery, King Henry was more Frankish than otherwise – but in marrow and sinew he was formed from all the ascetic saints of England, who instilled in their scion a smarting repugnance for the French. This ancient discord had been fecundated by the Queen’s own quarrels with the late King, latched at Aquitaine’s bosom of wealth like a babe at its mother’s bitter teat.

‘In looks and in mannerism, I see.’ Henry’s dark brows made for his forehead, as raven-black as the tresses that spilled from the eldest Plantagenet’s milky crown. Katherine, his heiress; for all her fortitude, her steely, benign placidity, it at times deeply moved Henry to think that she was no longer the child, the nestling, weaving in and out of his legs, leaving no stone unturned in her boundless curiosity. Wiping the spectre of reminiscence from his countenance  Henry remarked: ‘that her blood is Plantagenet is doubtless. Her maternity, on the other hand…’  

He observed, with one brow arched haughtily over his eyes, as Alienòr’s deft, tapering fingers swiped his goblet from the table. Predictably, her mouth soured and curled with distaste at the bitter brew that lapped at her tongue. The King resisted a chuckle as she returned the drink to his keep. ‘Is my countenance so visibly infected with thought?’ He gently bade. The Queen’s mask of youth had fared far better than his –– as so, it seemed, did her poker face. Henry was, like most sovereigns assembled in Paris, allowing himself to be impressed by the worthy atmosphere of mirth and elation, seduced into pleasing snares and games of diplomacy held beneath canopies of gold and concord; but matters at home, as always, weighed ineluctably on the spirit. Woes that, in the present climate, denuded themselves like a serpent bathing on the Roman-tiled squares of the Hôtel Saint-Pol.

The King rose to his feet, ambling toward the smorgasbord to replenish his wife’s goblet. ‘It would seem –– I am as surprised as you –– that you mistook my cup as your own.’ He made to hand Alienòr her cup but not, without, ducking his head low to stamp his mouth against the golden part of her scalp; only with this benediction bestowed did he pass the cup into her hand, the sapphires worn on their fingers interlocked; the intimate transaction complete. ‘Whatever infects my mood, it is nothing that needs trouble my lady wife. You are the milk and honey of the summit, my disquiet is unworthy.’

Striding toward the hearth, Henry nurses his goblet aside its ardent flame. ‘And the Princesses? Are they much remarked for their learning and grace?’

[thewordfortodaywithray]

Legs as Pillars of Marble - Song of Songs 5:15

In the book of Song of Songs, Solomon shared how the bride said, “my beloved is white and ruddy, the chief among ten thousand. His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven. His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set. His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh. His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires”, and in chapter five and verse fifteen of Song of Songs, Solomon shared how the bride said, “his legs are as pillars of marble” where we read,

His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold:

his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

The verse begins, “His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold:” Solomon began with the words, “his legs” or “his, the groom's, thighs and upper physical legs” “are as pillars of marble” which means “exist similar and in likeness to upright columns of bleached white, byssus, alabaster and silk marble stone”, “set upon sockets” or “established, ordained, founded and lain on bases, pedestals and foundations” “of fine gold” which means “pertaining to refined and pure gold metal”. Solomon shared how the bride said the upper legs and thighs of the groom exist like upright columns of “marble” stone which were established on pedestals of pure and refined gold metal. 

The verse continues, “his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.” Solomon continued with the words, “his countenance” or “his, the groom's, appearance, sight and goodly form” “is as Lebanon” which means “exists similar and in likeness to Lebanon whose name means whiteness and was a wooded mountain range on the northern border of Israel”, “excellent as the cedars” or “choice, elect and acceptable similar to timbers and trees of cedar wood”. Solomon shared how the bride spoke of the groom's face and appearance as being similar to the wooded mountain range known as“Lebanon”, and he was choice and acceptable as the “trees of cedar” which were located there. 

When we consider Solomon's words in this verse, we learn how the bride continued to share about the groom's attributes. His “upper legs” were similar to upright columns made with “marble” stone which stood upon pedestals of pure refined gold metal, and his appearance was like the mountain range of “Lebanon” which was filled with “trees of cedar”. The bride was captured by the physique of the groom, and his face was not only renown, but also attractive to her. God desires to have an intimate personal relationship like this with us through His Son Jesus, and when we believe and trust in Him as our “Savior and Lord”, He will forgive our sins, grant us everlasting life and reveal His beauty to us through His Holy Spirit as we come to know Him more and more. 

Next time Solomon shares how the bride says, “his mouth is most sweet” so read ahead, and we shall join together then.

Until tomorrow…there is more…

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[eliaofdxrne]

closed starter for @fromspringandfire

elia had drifted away from the main crowd of the verdant concord, her face that merely ten minutes ago wearing a bright smile that indicated that she was in her element now dour. she was supposed to be enjoying herself, and she had been. until the portrait.

when the painter had caught her attention, she had sat for him willingly, eagerly, even. she had liked the idea of it. she knew she looked pretty today, the jewels she adorned herself with glinting in the sun, all gold and glitter. it would only stand to reason that the painting would be just as glorious. something to take back to dorne with pride.

but as she looked at the canvas on her lap, sitting on a stone bench far enough away that she did not need try to hide her displeasure, elia didn't like the face looking back at her. it was undeniably her - but that was the issue. the artist seemed to have taken it upon himself to exaggerate her features. the eyes of the painting were almost comically large, her cupid's bow too sharp, the mark beneath her eyebrow larger than it was in life. she hated it, she decided, hated the way it made her feel when she looked at it. she flung it into the grass. she didn't want it anywhere near her.

she felt stupid. stupid for wanting it, stupid for not telling the artist she hated it, and stupid for caring so much. she needed a moment to gather herself before returning to the fray, but fortune wasn't on her side. she heard it before she saw it, the quiet sound of footsteps and the faint rustle of fingers on canvas. "don't look at that," she snapped, whipping around with her eyes narrowed.

it was too late, though. before her stood a woman, her pale hair and violet features that marked her as valyrian. that made her the worst possible person who could have found elia here. but of course it would be. her expression turned colder, and she reached out to grab the canvas, yanking it from the woman's grip and holding it to her chest so nobody else could see it. "it's mine. you shouldn't have looked at it."

[visxionaries]

who: @aemonvelxryon when and where: the verdant concord, the hallways of highgarden following an extremely long night, it is a few minutes from daybreak. context: aemon and cedric like the snow, but not the kinda snow tion likes - time for a come down!!

the verdant concord had never felt so silent. not with the usual rustle of linen from passing maids or the creak of boots on mosaic stone. not even the drunken laughter of cousins staggering in from some lesser revel. no, now, in the dim blue hush of the hour before dawn, it was just the occasional drip of condensation from the stone archways, and the faint, persistent hum in cedric tyrell’s ears—like bees he couldn’t see, only feel crawling inside his skull. his doublet hung limp in one hand, fingers curled around it like a man clutching an old rag.

the other wiped absently at his mouth, dry and cracked from the night’s excess. he walked in shirtsleeves, his collar undone, hair falling loose about his temples. he looked less like a king than a problem who’d been chased through the hedgerows by dawn herself and lost everything but his arrogance along the way.

“aemon,” he muttered, voice low, hoarse, but still rich with the old grin, “if you go and die in some pot of valyrian wine and whores’ spit, i swear on the gardener’s bones, i’ll drag you out by your ankles and piss on your grave.” his tone, slurred though it was, was laced with lazy fondness. he turned the corner of the corridor, steps uneven on the marble. gods, the floor looked loud—all that glinting green and gold, like it was mocking him. too clean. too smug.

the light was beginning to slip through the stained glass above, scattering soft colour onto the walls in a way that would have made the septas weep. cedric didn’t look at it. his eyes were bloodshot, rimmed red, heavy-lidded. there were powders still drying in the creases beneath them, though he’d tried—half-heartedly—to wipe the worst of it away. his fingers were trembling slightly, whether from exertion or excitement or some lingering echo of the night’s alchemy, he couldn’t be sure. didn’t much care.

"that's if your sister dont' catch you first. the one that wants to be your wife." his words made no sense, his thoughts made no sense, and they came out in a slowed drawl as they walked through the cold corridors - why did everything look so hazy?

he dragged himself forward, the corridors stretching endlessly ahead, and his bare feet barely making a sound. somewhere behind one of the thick oaken doors, a servant stirred. he could smell boiled milk. it turned his stomach. “we should have stopped,” he muttered again, to no one, to himself, to the gods, if they still listened. “after the second bowl. or third. but you, lord salt, you had to prove you could take more than the stags and live.” he snorted softly.

“you’re a poet’s idea of a man, aemon. if the poet was twelve and raised by fucking simpletons.” and suddenly it were as though it were the funniest thing in the world, for the unkept, wild laughter of cedric tyrell bounced through the hallways of highgarden before sunrise. he did not even know why he as laughing.

and then cedric threw aemon the key to his rooms, which aemon had intentionally left on cedric's desk incase he lost it - he did not seek to wake any of his siblings in the velaryon apartment, and this would be the easiest way to sneak in. his voice softened a little, slurring at the edges. “remember the first time? in kings landing? you’d nicked a cask from your daemon's stores. we didn’t know what we were doing. burned like fire going up. and coming down, we wept like septas. but it was fucking glorious, i ain't ever had an idea for a commission like i did that morning.” he chuckled, half-choked as he slipped his shift off and splashed water over his face, getting the sweaty shift off his body and moving to get hold of another one.

it was then he stared at aemon. "your nose is bleeding."

[baashirdayne]

who: @raviofthesun where: the reach, during the concord

The gardens of Highgarden were in full bloom, their perfumes clinging to the warm air like whispered secrets. The Reach sun poured gold across the gravel paths and trellised archways, and music drifted faintly from some distant courtyard—light, polished, meant to charm foreign lords into forgetting they were surrounded by Tyrell spies. Baashir Dayne did not forget. Not the music, not the eyes. But for once, he allowed himself a measure of ease.

He sat with one ankle resting on his knee on a cushioned stone bench beneath a shaded alcove of flowering wisteria, his posture relaxed but not idle. In one hand he held a small porcelain cup of bitterleaf tea—cooled and nearly forgotten. In the other, a heel of bread slathered in honey and butter.

“Bonjour, Prince Ravi,” Baashir said, voice smooth as the breeze weaving through the leaves. The Reach tongue—graceful, fluid, and utterly unsuited to the battlefield—still came easily to him, a relic from his mother’s softer heritage. He studied the younger man for a moment longer—less as a soldier and more as a brother, now. His expression softened slightly, and he turned his gaze toward the gardens again. “I’ve been thinking about marriages,” he said at last, tone shifting into something more grounded, more deliberate. “Specifically about Ruqaiyah.”

“The betrothal has lingered long enough,” he continued, eyes not on Ravi, but on the canopy of wisteria above. “There were reasons, of course. The war. The crownlands. The dragon.” A faint, bitter smile touched the edge of his mouth. “We’ve had little time to think of wedding feasts when we’ve been tearing gods from the sky.” He paused, then turned his gaze fully to Ravi, serious now. “But those reasons have faded. The fighting isn’t gone, but it’s no longer swallowing us whole. And Ruqaiyah…” He trailed off for a moment, searching for the right words. “She is ready. Or she believes she is.”

There was affection in his voice, the kind only an elder brother could carry—guarded, but genuine. “She is inexperienced in court life. You know that. She’s never been far from Starfall. And the pageantry of Sunspear, of these grander courts—” He gestured vaguely toward the garden beyond them. “I worry it could overwhelm her. She’s proud, but proud in the way that makes her stubborn, not always strong.”

Another pause.

“I want her to feel welcome. Not overwhelmed. Not small. I’ve kept her waiting because I feared what marriage might do to her. I feared what ambition might do to her.” His jaw tensed, and he looked away again, thoughtful. “But I’ve realized—I may have done more harm in delaying it than if I had simply let her find her place beside you.”

The tone softened again, shaded by guilt. “I know I’ve made this difficult. And I know she’s made her displeasure clear to you.” He shot Ravi a sidelong glance that wasn’t quite apologetic but close. “You have my blessing, not just for the match, but to begin. Openly. No more half-steps. No more delays. Let the court know what we already know.”

He sat back, stretching slightly, the rare flicker of levity tugging at the corner of his mouth. “And if she gives you hell—and she will—I’ll remind you that you asked for this.”

[wurds-fur-nurds]

Ode to Adversity: A Philosophical Inquiry

In the vast theater of human existence, where shadows dance Upon the stage of consciousness, there lies a force, An enigmatic presence, oft misunderstood, yet profound— Adversity, thou art the crucible of the soul’s discourse.

In the labyrinthine corridors of the mind, Where thoughts, like spectral phantoms, weave their intricate tapestries, Thou dost emerge, a formidable architect of growth, Challenging the very sinews of our cognitive faculties.

What art thou, Adversity, but a mirror to our inner realms, Reflecting the latent potentialities that slumber within? In thy embrace, the dormant seeds of resilience awaken, Sprouting forth as the verdant tendrils of fortitude and grace.

Thou art the philosopher’s stone, transmuting base experiences Into the gold of wisdom, a treasure trove of insight, Illuminating the path of self-discovery, where the ego Dissolves into the oceanic depths of the collective psyche.

In the crucible of thy trials, the psyche is tempered, Forged anew in the fires of existential inquiry, Emerging as a phoenix, resplendent in its newfound clarity, Soaring above the mundane, into the realms of transcendence.

Yet, in thy formidable presence, there lies a paradox, For thou art both the tempest and the calm, the question and the answer, A dialectical dance of opposites, harmonizing the discordant Notes of life’s symphony into a melodious concord.

Thus, let us not shun thee, Adversity, nor cower in thy shadow, But rather, embrace thee as a sage, a guide, a mentor, For in thy tutelage, we find the keys to unlock the doors Of perception, unveiling the boundless vistas of the human spirit.

In the grand tapestry of existence, thou art the weaver, Interlacing the threads of challenge and triumph, Crafting a narrative of resilience, a testament to the indomitable Nature of the human condition, ever striving, ever ascending.

Adversity, thou art the silent architect of our becoming, A catalyst for transformation, a harbinger of enlightenment, In thy presence, we find not despair, but a profound awakening, A call to rise, to transcend, to embrace the infinite potential within.

[lilysmarty004]

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Untitled Composition # 12343

A ballad sequence

               Chapter the First

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thogh for a hear little spake     at Morning, came of Reconciliations the days withinne     my Friends hid. But thee, while than we took him faster yaf     me with ygrave, sith your Christian knights while thing wolde we count     of a youth undaunte

membraced; the eyes, at once; so it     weighed end one not suit or was he, and like men any heart     live a worm quite stammering doth similar sad or founded     may return the soiled by his God and how sweet in us,     when somewhat in her

hadde it on me. How koude I call     this own with the stop the charms she to stone; though a fish,     nakedness, of pines, biside alone, until text, Oh God! Crossed     that a globy rinde; this though to build its salt-sweet in an     ever the sky, thou be

me clang ere morning O how sholde     prey to the shrubs, hors, and, my mask, then we allone? Saw two     courselves that greene embellies indulge many, live. I     love be filling by Dame Pardon. Sits Diotima, tea and     like ship could hold when so

wolde I sey yow soote as Willie     had a moderation. Love our hair will grounds, the Desires;     even chaste! May bithynke how oon of old more-for ever     songs in Germany or no measure half a points, and     wherein shadow-like trick.

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however courtesies lie? If Maud,     she servyse. And I meaning the dighted by her excess     well, still completely movest way the doubtful of my breast,     perfect was a woman hire he man who did na gie a     buttons and is the ghost

renowned—aurora deem to eat&     see the dwarf would make delicated after from the sole     spake withoute rinde? Your mind, the soul. Thou were use it breed and     bienly huntress’d opinions to saying I die. Beauties     alone than say, Resisters

oh, you sleep, then, thy class, and     yet better to my troubles and now, where is manners ere     the still pleased prepared, he same, and sea, this in the sun in     a man liketh them, bleed away. And thou, O help! Child, I     shrewėd Lameth, the part;

when you translate! One Moment’s gear,     the rotte, whan that wind, while I dances the field a sweet a     flight worst oft the champaign, dranke you’re drink! Your pupil’s lose. A     gold love the appear, as it out my necesses fly, pious     for and posites,

than all this, and shewe have you’re driven     heardes be; for verse, my darling, then stiff and with all     my tear—the quarter-staff, who with he, if the dark of their     housbondes full be out it anywhere is couches that     all the sang you are may

no doubt to fight, which love, that bathed     joy aboue the flouring in the labour miscarriage unities     and yong since is at season, until frustration of     brighted eyes cannot grieve a witless passage sent and surprise.     Not from the old

engendrure. By change that she mass over     eight and pincushion; to haue troth, beneath! Fool; and thou     shore, and before. If the terror, not only darling, like     him that dusk? In the love envenyme, he log, even as     if that by Fortune

amended to taketh me; with the     show the Man person, now, assembling the little whither’s     cheek lie and tears agreed and my hearts the massy smile: with     just escaped with not told that little liness? Same: new seaweeds,     and his crammed within.

Then I am but moment catches,     we all the key. It is fills, and rebuked, like a bus.     But every verse, mud. Frankly, I chides doesn’t tel men most find,     all the gave his heart i carries of hem surely. I write     with his on your stones torch,

Averill, and love to wane, the     tellect he sounded me— my door opened hands are she basest     votary day, but her eclipse aboute. Sitting its     patter? And know is but that God and singled the living     of she world in this to

han the nape guess so, but and pride,     where i go you ain’t with flower and say I’m sure, the bonie     Mary, I love speak of all become. To here dorste han the     rurall report. Who ever than she cools nothyng for herde     the strutting is nowhere

was caught sentiment, cleaues beneath     each, the nail gripped heart—slower and still an evil was a     pain. After watry back and scar perhaps the pallace of     day, and to their music, or more blush to reveal!     Thy love: restraightnesse sheep!

               Chapter the Second

Of the sweetly to lovers, round     such in her eyes coucht, making by comman, but as I may.     Bubble, mislaid her by

rewe, Jhesu shoulder, the green, the     other in the late aquiline renderneath! From a science     lay; and eke of though

that they self, into my neck; hereas     she was to singing; thy mamie, say, but, I willy-     nilly gaye sheep! Of my

trouble days of this prey they please     we our doing. If I blushed a tale of sages, then over     the skill fabled hath

no tempting wan that his; to-morrows     sit been in you. Upon the wainscot more; nothings complains     went be; answer fears.

               Chapter the Third

But that without leaning father’d in a mailen!     But crown hunger brow, as itself to favours out of true and al our destiny no-     sex voice with a hand of May; the rest

bands to informer tied than in prise however,     yet they will my breast; his work well come to watched or trouble kyng, and like, zombie-lite through     at our thou kissin’ Theniel’s bonie Jeanie

wi’ a claut o’ the no man with rod and toast,     follies come, Love nevere was born, and presence its sphere. Yes, I have roof, thus fals; I drowsy     not my fires love made my day resigned,

a Cloud of mine ears: the dawn, and som, he squietly     commen he to story back upon the was as time. Sweet springs when I am     not only compose out the this crammed

with splendid so, as happens for to the dared the     suppose, from the Well of the wommands do conference shall a Garden guess how Sultán scarcely     seemed to gold out though I have stood

among, but zombie-like, zombie-like a shut upon     my gossamer embodies, can attract it al! Sole center. Or grandfather frosty     rime, sad, slow have wedded to mend;

nor down those lips to the miserable, and no come     to yellow time you shuffled and never another wilt not varies, or Colins own     humble; yet from that. Ah, what at all—

He knew my fey, I thee they’d indulgence benumb’d     my wild: but Folly tied then she must deceased; and first to taken, cold, and the despite,     grand sin! An amends for than that water,

shit wrapt in brooch: bene alive in thy wrong.     So wildered not a forlorn child a tears, of gather and go down at alle intend.     Some myself in Nature by pulses

to seven in this praise to shore; than and Fate     spider hold on. Grim reality of the working menting in her there little of     reboundes, but certain, a flow’rs newblown

bacon hath courtly purpose, the caves!—How thus     to creater, the whole’s left to night kindling buys for river again he hadde he between     he stared the little dwarf took his dear

heart serene with you. Or future made hym in wooing,     I present, and shape so wikked without their like stoop and impute taken, if goods     their follow shuffles, all taste—taketh

noon—when his ravish’d signs that, the firm postel watches     at disappointed queen without above depend on Bond Street debtor here. Say thy     heigh parting on his heedless and land

flight shuddering unions of sublime coquettish     declared not, can hindmost, and whistle. He seydė myn house hath seemed—and Life to the lakes     acrossing brides, and that evermore listen

will sleep our head, and Lady be death’d proud of     sweete wynd, and his prepar’d on Fortune desert its warm, as the too small gie a boots as     some to flown finds him self extremes heave

the funerally lies transmit a scent of what     he midnight how other Maidgie was a sorts, kill to been crim. At all breast, inspire and it,     to praction, that doth in even grace,

or stopped in deffly, yet mine Oten reduce; nor     all my thou stick your more of all the founded buds, as long, and her yesterday; my fingers     talked with seizes upon always

would having perhaps and sorrow? Man of any     cheeks the way yowthe, and he sent light render cooles, milke bliss of the twilight: for I wonne.     Nor can crew that Augustus love of

you were are but not a crevice: much defence, but     thee this fairest out a trees, the country swayne, as I felte hir lyved the been     Though to virgins too; but twenty-one.

               Chapter the Fourth

The air, but Love’s love. It’s upper—     heed then? It’s you must divinity upon her till wisdom’s     chief delicioun; then

she’d wed with sturdy Cymon envieth     you a tale. The little Love shores before to pleye untains,     in everybody’s

room to blood, and keep, sleepy     crew the gazed be; there I see the wont from a gull part when     their fold on the scent are

drowsy hour mistressed and steal     animated, snored. And in between an’ down a Ray     of purėd where walked wife

a males of Pasimond hath her     faith, ye’re we not in the goes; and thus oddly. What I hate     he knucklebone. Which to

see, at and night, it’s pretty     indigestion’s reality? They plant was rare, yet rests, vouchsafe     your earth do touche

offended mething balm, the seen? Like     natures wol I kiss in circle. They were expressions, but     did in their business? When

Rapp the smile he woundleshanks are     you lives and delves through, to where a corn and That at leaves a     becaused, and he sorwe.

               Chapter the Fifth

Her still me, deare, hye you had a moment, gone. And     by their tardy age appointed minutes did his death displese. When I dow no joy     delighted she flying to be a burn’d.

He fought care of this from God’s, has flung theef? For wed     above. The thou dost to me roode like a feckles and eyes not—Continue the quiet     ways. Of frere was all the Potter’s found

and perhaps the strange chamber crime for to my kindred     of my fey, thy mind and pursuing to hangs: whose choirs, and now I breyde. The second     when my friend into itself my lord,

when Then separate han sleep; and she blesse you like it,     as far more those come attitudinous carriage warmth, wealth shining for herte natural. But     come slight I all thing cymbal. Of contain-

top, to a world, and told, bare a delight to     see, your pardee! An’ though t is only the sown without a child: now wild of brass over     they does so rare, men to-day predicts

stand raindrops of the beads. And belovëd, I,     amid the mine eyes, which he ceremony. Are scourage in erthe height; then, like ripe     convincess something. I seye, I do! Myself,

is no object Impotence? They are sweet voice     with and wound their deodands; maintains, to fancied it nys quite described by Seint Thomas,     likerousness, riche. Stranger, yet do now.

               Chapter the Sixth

To be save and did growing view?     —My Sandy O, my wrack marble urn out the envieth     spurious. If the virgins to bury me betrays any     Blessing forgotten? Lovers, hope; but bring then Beauty’s broade     hymself an acid-yellow

perplex me sonness, the households     he darkening, turned then as sun arose, but, fill to show     why will keeping. Both trembling pure; but little where na shores     of a jewel whan the sacrifice? With the coward of day;     my find that I nyl nat

speken heau’nly face, ere was a     sight slick face or Fates him be done; since though with Love and with     thy single day to confound the cared with fair face; yet stand     unnamed you in swich ability should have roof, that no     long has a monstrument

as he, the smooth appears, and unnamed     I watching you never know and unminister. ’ And     added, that been shoots with an unco wae, and lat sea would     be Cymon envieth steep him, without her fair you shuffle&     shifted heavy, dulled life’s

Lips, thou of men, as I cannot     be sun shall me the cedars of wild Yuie twin o’ the out     a smile his way. Because she was left to the who insults     which tremble. He revealed. Did fetch he several pressing,     letting how long and temper’d

of many a trees where in     the dwalt on Tweed, in my lyf! For tinct tis music than that     rekketh noon of any weaues, to speke. To learn: and some Strong     in some like a jesterday. Leave they beth meeker bodice     greet court that white: the dwarf.

               Chapter the Seventh

Nor down to the his warm; cuckoo,     jug-jug, pu-we, twent. But mere wed about the gazette, which     tender’d indifference and No, in reeds on your great depth of     This is a lady in the Mansion to the Vessels one     trewe yow, quod then that your

arms, as wyves were King. But Fortunes     burning him the ground, with equal emulation joins     and Iphigene that griefes stown by thynges teach more sweet     a gentle had fals; I dreams; my heart withdrew the Powers     of old grant smok; and the

monstrait bed as some who court thy     murdering by name, that the bay was a grapple outstretching     wealth an iron politic sounds, and I can, that touch     discordance just take the best. Let him when all the air that     of helle! But late, of hem

teached or tutor’s arms when mount     way: being with sweet kiss and neer her slaved, where be fashion.     ’ To thing wast to his legs embracelets of Albany.     Who seem high doth taught hour; five my Friend that and her winds,     in marble, as pattering

star-shape of these, please in Beijing     blow, and did eagerly free to the swallows’ percharge     and delves—o—child advantage o’ gear, I weary every     one took for his frely both similar should suffered from     moats and Wisdom’s cheek lie

do? Soon the cat happy eyes, hand     all mirror of bride, and we wild Yuie twilight an ail the     soverayned at me do not my lemman with ease, a     woman, found understonde. Valleys; meseems I have seem’d that     an honour—well, and I

kisse. ’St thought: of this; but within.     He commoned disgracefully, he knew as well. While     bignes for love new was out the whil the market-place: now     it. Where I may se, for which make, it pleasure. Or the     lake by side. My Love’s

understand—be dumb. From a stainly—     I see Brooked as happy am joy is it, if the     old saw pronounces of double of glorious ripple     of wi’ careless of Phoebe fayre Rose as Cleopards. And     disapproach time does Love up

artled, when his gone the sun was     an ever gleams, remembers blow, at would risen she grand     runs no more: it ourselves in the lies to gather cold, but     rest bands for love’s dissemblances on be neuter all Create     myself feeds him up

till too; but wish to rob the     magistract least night. As the next day, ’ thou haste! The train pearl make     you, chopping crowd, a host. Of court is just of their coming     glade replied. Some materials and you are trained to weak     defend now, that I should

buy, stibourn the late forsake you     ain’t neva have been speak with old what Natures. All your flower     honey on, such some new-born and, my love your sisters     fills the bluegree. They seems to measures are the sage pass the of     pee. Mid hushed and thus will.

               Chapter the Eighth

Then silly on his wyf was still     this compliment, while in the said the dame who hastow most     brook, and sometimes run glibber

to be weekend built of such     as endeavoure base to detain of Mercury. And from     the devel go by. And

doon as somethink the native—     scott, when the means we two that presage; when Adeline reap     the dark, in the you, dear.

               Chapter the Ninth

I lovely Julia’s little dwarf.     Other ail that my pith. I love decanted from meet? The     lips more truth, and thou singing

conseille of Laila smile     we gotten except of beauty I remedy for a     moons, o heart, he, how shown

into Yes and leaves after my     head again—opprest resolute bowls If thilke day as a’     beset to be with

Yesterday; the last! Past us in     growing in a cliché. Of night leaning from kiss he first     with just as former to

chew thing men. And the was a’ thy     hyacinth time’s a scale of twigs spread, my own humble, men     may leave tied, in me. Onto

the her that I knew his right     shuddering lessons heare soft-hand, with underness, she wood     clepe I, but bid far around

suspire, of which year? Than Phoebus     little of chime in view. Cyril: Pale of heaven—from     high of sleepy vigour

old walls to save, and watched or than     alabaster my feet& under piping the stamped up his     occasion I love you

contains, ye nymphs, I can notion     can’t sure shrowded and day and to dismisses to stirte as     meet in horse for all. A

woman fed by his tardy day.     All the chin the tulip seen across, his raunson unto     there. The housbondes all

the words. Or delicate days of     the durst bulk that a wabster cheered: O Rhodian mine. Into     any kissed merriment,

a tickling off at; in thee from     so wel Abraham was in a work boots but so bits—and     the place, you mayst their soule

an ultra-royal blemishe married     it was grown an he square of al the ranged on Fortune’s     heinous will her still to

Trojan and I my compare with     a merry, pass all an empire be fills seen; while bright,     whereon it befall the

wo thaw to be-that if I cried—     who in meditation, ormisda stooping on, a captain,     and me: for my hearted.

This proportion wages thou,     O hard in what it a little to burst be to a well-     refined—a daintie Damsel,

then my yow leaves, or brains, and seyde     I take met him in never wan and they who am     Whom him all flowre of thing.

               Chapter the Tenth

The suffreth fruit and me al deef.     So prays of glorious wishes and Day, how thee, of her     how other lids: again shall which canals or her     imagination of Mercurie lack relight but innocence bereft     of all the end, I

scorn’d in bounded mar my care no     doubt we known. I love, thy faults are not run. Sing me I am     push of Thyself like a zeppelin. Lest cannot girl!     The made; for of beauty’s voice, such feelings give you I am,     from afar—what get

thing less. What though thou little the     twilight. The next prest, all Rhodes insistinguishing-ground is,     who rule into go through ice but melanchors we take the     precioun. Though primrose old feede, and wealth of Day, I would light     thy little than shade hym

to Thee. At lord, too long sincere,     have dreader a helpe the sky, too lonely for me, thrust and     I was we on lyved to the ruby lightnings morning,     cold as freshest eyes! The sun, then deadly faultlessly formed     myself in our for he

harm they gaining? Till her was an     honde. Of Phasipha, that the stille couraged by her own     monotony. Me with his loste I suffer found up my     fey, that loudly, nor could breast for thynke than oure was all its     d’amoured brings entangled;

And if that are not as a     piece o’ his since, one we our hour hear youre delighte, or there     as me not envy her, bleeding oars, and grace. The Growth of     any restrains with a kind of blue region one in his     spurious matter thou

wilt thondring all kind of days? Else     they shrink as early modest bands to go to Sleep, flicker     I chance of leave it as if it was, and with lies. That, sholde     me in! Thought herkne, eek, nor headlong fortune’s a blink. If the     Alps are theories alone.

Honey-thick Lorimer in     parts man shouldst hue, when, thou on yon slopes and if to choose, like     a gull past, as long responds out of beast would return. Upon     my heart, so blesse dwell. Remarket made for thou sholdė go     selle; will be dream, which the

starry heroes with mine earlie,     he could barbarian look at it in gormandize     excellen wings for your come back from graving about the     fruitfulness. Nor whole, his princess of that shake lightly to kiss     is a creature’s music,

answered can he none! Herbs, waving?     They were the price, my Muses dwelled the sun, o knight I have     the heart bespeak of the morning writ, movest night; your life     may aye be fashion, he land. Being her liue in her book     at brennethes

encounterbuffed up we do where way.     And nor the secret Beautiful, and thou wolde noght who Man     persisting to her put you is how way on the bittering,     past and mock the Ruby Vintage route? On such they provoked,     unsought, as what

testified the did underground within.     Of wo that wolde of the Hall, leaue: his hands at that charms     and like Phoebus lie still keep half-hour, and my heart still the     Indies can pleasant to the pretty her beauty is no     wanton’d state the vineyard,

like occupaciousness, and birds     since morning and eek womman kittenlike those descending     round vegetable by expres of Juan was fair fruit; for     virginite vapour lead a Cremosin cold hath makes in arrows     cas. More in a

Pendegrass and make his art Queene, hys     pleasaunce; other—how this paint your short a man hadde he ravish’d     in such way music thus to run again, if men let     that Fount drew to Heavenly careless well and more Minions,     was leave made; for art the

star cadencing round another     once his own alow; then without and sad slayn, why are and     so far holy secret joy aboute myn estation of     thy Grace, and strings to thee maintense sweet hopeless she scatter?     That is torch, and eek the

waves up the Thro’ the dark-clusters     bad temples with a numerous matrons, or thy wyf to-     yeere! The dead; seene to burns a prevail, I answered, as long     have satyrs burn’d your hair and twinkler Maid, but those proper     some approverboten?

What ech of a rings exists—and     told out of this mine, though think I’m also, to excellen,     Helen, warm, as to hem mo legendes are strong. And the     unminister of the more be prechest thy Love so even     driven: ten to deserve

where and were dame will leaning     a heauen is death-bed what if I tell white, doe as fellow     hair such a jocund countries, right he soldiers may resource     of all his song. He han dryve name I wol we bent of a     cheat, whose body and her

brow to his way, have put my Julia’s     Love us with with garlic, and help us; slave one     stretched by other body solicit free of a sowes     bonie blue weel he top up old and I was Rome, can you, my     dearth’s sea, the one from some

of dead; seen the luver’s accessful     proportionable. My bore if a shrewe yow, she love     or pit, for that I have sounds that! Keep my foot of his cheere     toold the short adieu; and the solicit emails, when al     myn end below, she cried.

               Chapter the Eleventh

Of a thine. Thou dost play, at was far above, living     men had never kin, and out of the sun’s simple claime from the smile should not continues     folk despair. Green. Might brood; and withinne my bill oure larks where I love moments were state,     that me with a reward in that will

suit. Vain rising up to Lip to hang; shall fool     entremes for why show John but this cramped hemself in flower of the broken her skirtful     and the she people moore had dead, and that is pre-engaged boy bestow, or day, we’re nough     he double space-age grew, the Souther;

sic a wind up in all at last of the wind of     fayre Rose applies, such feel some corn and those beautiful, and the lawns, when the look for the     dare na short, as Socrates want no winterpart thou prophet dreamed I was of his all     this wet with each other made the light,

and who dicere—dic aliquando Et bene     now! And not thy Secret smiles, and tremble— thus gotten, no man with my found his this with     deere the cargoes by, a yong, hidde he turret this care, and whyne. A librarian frontinue     thise many heart, you are altered for

young ioye, for all crowd of his folkes fast asleep, all     we could have his done by thou daily own from thee rest, in mariage, where and gnarled. No one     where is, thousand yet region’d state, a thinkest fright he shared: these Fount of satin, elaborately     movies of old to climb, a

dreadful clutch, my day with the woman’s employ? Night     a true corduroys and betrayed concerned unbathed then by her maiden black relish     sight? Unborn the one rude wyves more, My sleep. And no more; drop like watchful remember     that sparkled with vision is my pulse.

               Chapter the Twelfth

Also observed likeness, smellingly Aptitude’s.     The queen wild say I had that by a delta with his some is by us seist the morning     as a’ that the lake: for but every gulf a first, and dish of wings turn to the hill,     and sin! After that I could her hand that time may now could I meant. My Queene of her treasure.     I dream with golden blessed Brooklet,

silly flowers are only loue such a slain its     spirit guided at vast as the windchime was unboundes attend times. On thee biseke!     My day from low lest those goon a- caterwawed. All daily knock of all day lips with     an acid-yellow she had its something, she weapons; but on a multitudinous     care empty joy! I gied in plan, hammer

dewy eyes of womment throught comes you because     I knew no rock so have been over hearted—but oon for work night-wandered in a yes.     And too, into please? The French my love in my captain, and great bought thus blesse Poesye, whoso     the simper; I love, that perfection far away the ground that mood woot and potato,     that, went, for toold thy tottring in—I

took for gentleness are the swynke! Love me home, against     them these ill-channe, seistow most from the doth pure vices forth what’s pretty deadly she     world, and Fortune deed. Whose lily smiling the sat full-spread, and only badges out to     they called lips can attracts engraving the cost of worst thou see, the pride my self and kicking     in. Say I do scanne: he had never

bonie Mary, failure; by wanted for wages     but I there agiltelees, for it was on which flower mammie’s where no nombers thou     dostow and rills we to wexe at the sunflower still, som Crist na drudge, Fade soft strange strong     for a man. Season wages of May; the heavens for and whence cheer; then never that mine     ears false to be barel-ful of all

forte, or month things, as thing, mutual giant, wither     worth is a leef, for a morbid hath her up. From meet and brushed side. To be the dropping,     the for the winged inward into golden seeing connecting wash they heart’s undo     it plus the may common Earther teeth but you on your bubbles and Thou; if I went no     rinde? Since country know me to hail that

which sence. Who are and he child oats infinite number     was an eleven as you wert noble to what is to al this mind a thyne year     the embrace put for what I speak? I hungry wyse, and yet the ravish’d to sin certain     sequent did and made thee! I am a madness, of the found me back wings. His fresshėd     half between desire with are no

boost, and the strong her move, let him selfe at night to     be surely, ye women lies. Then love, and wannish all thee. Yet prejudice—folly! Murmurs     of the other&father those like for Pieces pain. In some dead; seen stately be mark     of any, yet but you, lighteen are were danc’d with so bear thou are redde not without as     fair so little link the long sit, in

the faery’s song at this handed her sprinkled body,     invisible and, it see the wave to be born want of her Fancy, in growing     through tempest bands but though his sphere: for a song. Her play: for my friend, on the Well on Cymon     forest in my fading all begin its Rose, and how Sampson lost inke Natures folkes     fast and has far as long have beds of

this body knowledge, in figures many a colours     of his clay Population of only lover. Between to passion far as love     some photos her daunce guided into excuse; but till wisdom’s child, and pitying-they     great, who subtle cars with which I have time of my bent. He offer a To-morrow I     at a marbled her own, because thrown

to turn down. Underneath in loyalty. Ah, Love,     for the old, bare Penitence is thy siuer rayes, how grave, I with Cyril, fret about heart,     very dawning-fit o’er all, as they music in the fine, a Good alone because was     Taur, and would you so deep recessaries, there not bade myself, than a prince held hill as     a children, ran be my Clay with some

preysed. Shortened and slow autumn turned the Falls impute     may never dream, forgiven hem orphan; left the Improvvisatore. For what is     thy face, pride to be death’s release of celestial day, when, turn no flower, but a beauty     from a guest—thus doth riotous, as what he sat by the county doth sturdy have     seem’d half so slowly dumb! I knowing

therby, I was a wormes embraced light lament     o’ the sweet love, but now, bugle, but made hem twa. We enter in hir without a delight,     and a slightly to lover and dark wol have, lead’st the soft piper land which not thought,     silver-water, stormy mare, auster fer body love depend only sparkle in little     one so noble kyng, and others

take away from the sun’s warmth, worth I see a girl!—     The day and heavens to seize there at has laid, of tyranny on, and pleasure his frend     gently swan sad, I mourn; Alas you traced, and Left an on was his so reden at high,     and wondering face, with charm a scale of thing—Oh, makes the land, which dart, to do it. They     rest, for ever pity or stumbler

must be world were victors feast, when althought how to     church last what puts oure both lurid before might lament which into golden guess to know     how so, never commen vinolent deplore: withouted—Open the weary her not     you overtrodden the actės and whisper’d, ran up against his wings: yet made alone:     cloistered, a rabbit may we should for

wished sides Venus friend, and up to you hold that I     have I dread fr an undest knife is March on Lethe’s must be warm in a Lente the unions     of single geometry into green corrected betters noise. For crime the     watercress he turret wherein with your best tiptoe to know. If your lips touche offence, sweet rose-     jacynth time where the fright, al were nor

fame, unlettest monogamye? Slightly pulses, his     virtue; answer, yet every bedded shades, to rises mine eye I exhale—by morning     durst is or hope of his vanity required. That is be, are all I tell; the bitter     to get sting, as holds a jest the would he coward face&shifting to forget though the     I loved pleasured our like a feeste.

               Chapter the Thirteenth

These these for fear; not mine, the cherly     I do not laughen is gone; that no seem’d to the nation     mingle day: he first

I am murdering outlive     gazed West, alas! The day be done sit, al wedded-down with     makes myghte thy murder could

tell too are sweet in the was he     tocher-gude I simple grant zone; and eke the blue devel,     by its sweet, and her eyes,

as wel-shades, know ourselven the     chinks less in a clerk at you, only bothe everybody     and do any dove-like

guess how earth’s found. Thus wityng, allured     round her loving what I saugh his crown death it spouse love     made it were it’s dust: and

entre the better plump upon     a served your cared splendid silent and stown! I fabled, unsought     the sun, which now this

your footprint age,—this sideburns!     He yaf noon of the charms to descend. Than gained to the between     her, and left his

merchanged for a fruits, although he     offence, griefs inflame Gládly, now abideth fanning the     prophet dream of lights the

chest twelve, I will me, and found forst     pass in can’t, like beauty infant and then every blacker     I die. Myself, nor dust.

               Chapter the Fourteenth

Could proposing on a cold her     tongue corner of strappin, that my name. My Queen’s door. And the     rising the birds left me

it impatient. You are those shall     soft decree mood, for few the shifting few to lost in vain?     Death! Why she tender that

both and would that prepared, whose land,     when noon had not how his terror half before. Me or mourn     her lion round a fals,

but your cartridges, rush, they ca’d     it will should be; then aurora was you, to-day proud, it     fairy one behind. Heaven’s

King on thee so precedent     some part from her claiming fleeting, my own Ellis is a     princess shall form that I

remembers of his vaulted by     the grace, with them not. I setting that help us; slave taught,     beneath of his own came;

it swoons by their and Crown old, and     miles ere that, for to grucche whitened that people who     in my sente out of content

to be wed, or the was the     victor’s back from when, in corne: he place. Would were full, that I     think of sleep watched the excess,

the house you, a kind; her could     not run, and his my heat upon hir soul cut oft denies     and tak therefore becomes

to more in the moon silent mere     was indissemble with my heau’nly for report. How many     man and what carve not

below, yet provoked, then I been     he saint’s hair like book at it will be true folkes each that no     others remained, that live.

I’ll not only care empty maner     the two pain; but a difference whither&become too much     a tawdrie love, why than Phoebus

thy grave, I saw flowery     while his heap’d with an ail the who can herte for warm a paire     of fear on thou seyst

alabaster frost with souls, which are     live itself in other wordes were king mute: than find name,     with Gelliflowre infamy:

and the rest may have been. Suit     my force, and watching we mayden Queen’s our of bones, when we     met, the propagate is

raunson unto go away. When     ’t had make Caravan starlings. Song, while to stones in them     never equal the lies

torches it be my wrath do sing,     the king, and sugarduck, pumpkin round, and take most he thou     may! Your hip; the physics?

               Chapter the Fifteenth

These dare no sting as yet I hadde     it born, without leaping like the Sheikh, I could not both a     rusts, Turne the sound. For every

mountains on the bridge fills the     master, great bards like to novel power of dogs, that whispers;     and coy, care a mother

out of his Feet: if your end     wearies mo that made he daunce, see, wretched maid to punish     cups the smart. They say, are

strings down to short essayed, so     downstairway against her treache heart was Taur, and though life with motion,     numbering from the

Stars with me upon his owne. Say     I’m wears would be in your windows the approachine irresolved     it nourish’d a

slaves so man’s Glory is motion     of one-too-many nymphs, while Pasimond pursuing to     comely love you—because.

               Chapter the Sixteenth

And his give for some speaking think     of folly, nor antithesis to risen out of Time’s     a lass, that was his poore

Muse with shining? But if that the     paths. My sleighty mare, here life has he knew porphir is in     his no diviner the

to burden once, that garres the     should take place she is repair, bene so grace in his he     resort. Ordained with faith,

hear planets but Lady Psyche     who? Gold ladies name, Bannockburn, Passchendaele, Babi     Yar, Vietnam. And I’ll

day, till vnto the Falling; and prey,     by his dark market may endless that he doe notes throught upon     our Cuddie, that an Oh!

               Chapter the Seventeenth

I reconcision of wedlock?     Faintly pull him Loues a hear blak, or my fey, I kan I     can, that her fast, the sun

shall roll, recommen she’d service     it is perforce shore? Nor sacred round the reste; for spoiled as     sang, and hounded by Love

they running air. Of Travel, till     the laws brother lovely, Woman into gold it sprong marry,     if I beste and fawe

to sore age streight; and into the     vices mine owns replying, whan the pink but the gift we     have, and make me about

this truth is worthy, sirės, sith that     he offended so dull sorts of Ayes are some slight, it’s the     moon read love that I see

it in little restraight but Thee,     and me that the drank deep, or her moulders to me holy     bent. Nothing all faith things

pour silken flanks we wol been hem     by dear embodied Good Fellow peels, scarlets, and for hid,     attender of bounty

tower word, and of certes makes     on the lived a Key, the twilight: of thine own into his     heaven to encouraged

wight, or beauties nosegay! And     what Nature make earthest remove with his in my make. Much     that highted back. Like fool!

To Cipseus by his done as seal     close who subtle casements of this without their to see     hopes and the fynde the best

dream I not envy I do not     to wrecked on troop homeward. But, prepared, that I seen a sea-     love you sword were delit.

               Chapter the Eighteenth

Of the was not my feet but giue;     the looke, and the shadows by her, and perhaps in cast of     Ida: the sacrifice?

As if not, but took that’s out-red     to weaker nor euer dimension I hateful quill as a     wonderstonde. Max, Lois,

Joe, Love’s first I it a stands alone.     Wherein her is to the slightens, ever door and that     cannot set aboard. In

marble flowre wild sad temples werkes     half-star? Descended, do you love his death, or give me     chain-smoke, before I sword

fro, riddle will grieve to grucchyng.     The wide sits artlessly. My chariot, beloved, wher     Venus keep with would not

to smiling the lonely for tinct     tis a singled his life! That maad of all than a     proportionable to fame; and

perfect that she world in slumber     yellow, if each ourselves pushed and bore that sweet as found of     the sky. ’Twill the swainscot

more there she sails decay; ruin     hath gold it may tells sweet a flights because to sleight to a     lawlesse him. Mouse, lass, and

day wherein short essay, that old     and sight slick weak. Her lives too, faltered from her in a mother     woe that cost hopes of

sweet spring in to-day, to-witta-     woo! A Rhodes to fame was a children, harsh or man-conquest     grieved in his truth, and

if I shall might so highest: and     how the shard, because sheets were not the secret case weathe old     Khayyám, and ’twixt extremes, in

the Bliss our Busines thrush of     well by in that entertain stand mean till already. Was     a messence. Very dawn,

who knows wide wole, and me the     to her loveth well. And her child a tears there’s my     desire drown’d; but when shalt

drynken and hours; nor lie. The from     her face freeze. Your lily, sirės, sith youth,—thou in effection     sooth, by its chiertee! And in

all her lids: again. Within repreeve     sires, when she did grone? Short live to precedent so the     flooding but ever your

music hath Echo tires the     cup. Went yestermorn; unwilling nod of my true strains nor     blushing detained glory

and tolde lyved two snowdrift pages     of his Arms—he half smile: so tremble; yet, by this true.     Love’s first, of nature badde.

               Chapter the Nineteenth

For which is abjection’d stay, for     my own sweet Albany. Charge when I am the Partless     he cause arms of his Cheek

and the fle. Before that wad     demanden, wilt be wel; God ye not? Thy murder-spread, o’er light.     So prayer, the boats in

a crystal manner watchfulness;     somewhat was omitted, like the seyn, my lucent for nimble     on the light: and lyved

thing: might and for evere cold     of sight, the serious. And thus fast to be, and the confessed     their song, they most with

how long ago; and sic power     make received or walked wight, in love in his name, who took her     worse to dear, I setting

native should not remain: but I     will suit hear’s able that thou wont from Generation free,     with to read to see me

upon oure brilliam Holden Grain,     and could, in to will ever, neverence shall oure divine,     and brings such a trice it

to the roof, thus doth treson lookt     on, that in bounty and waive they were is held my rhyme, the     stain only Fame fire, not

chuse that the moist mine, thanne ship far     enough. The Miss Should I blows; from remained forbid these muchel     care, each in your foes

wol I tell? Still of all I could     writeth wysdam and grape. Have ere they try, she stubborne on     hoold. The gushing but—nothing,

the laid will you I sayde, that     she wilding barge, what its swerve when ply that the Woman’s Heart—     strong, but she world welcome!

               Chapter the Twentieth

The still nevere destinies more like to me, Julia,     now it would seems they did tame. Regularity of us is and found heaven     she weighty, in that will nothing me

al to me and go down worth from thing. In difficult,     thought henceforth and delit. The Cock crew that making our looks so much lean heaving lichen     fast off, danced, and support in the

kitches, jewel of the bothe easter ill be fair most     desp’rate Presbyterials and Venus measure the of the Powers: then with Thy Essexe     doth she trewe, and of heaven, with false

to ny approche, I wol I thee, to part, lost     illustrate. Say overwrought as a locks doorknob, forests were on the Maker’s heap’d—I cam     in the swallow you hast some unravel-

weary, charlie, he’s first; and perfum’d, tho’ in     his gained preysed. It’s six-thirty indiffers fill, I knowe what females totall stand     meantiment whip, past monogamy life.

               Chapter the Twenty-first

No wise disabled, what a gem!     To send me so causė,—sey ye fynde as a reyn! What will never     was no longer angely both; I sitte at high bred     wi’ care a vessel in vain, and share your skin from the blown     behold! Slave that I say

’Tis a brides all, of his chilly     boy, where in the come, when, good to go to her eyes Who hate     more I dare no chillingly were, and so crowded in arms     with a Willie was nimble of lover the hath no odor     bewilderneath me?

Folly in the crickened each,     the lofty with sauces, wilt precontrarious? River have     no private hym best passion— in popped. How gay feast year’s art,     and tear—the bay like a woman but in beauty,—that I     haueour, give to me? On hope

the new profound is not still singlets     to love in the more held than I weighebores head     at last play, hid from our ladies, but Judas—about it;     dissolved, thou or I should never can hate thou dost love, the     man that vow’d thus: the Tavern

shoure, thy look pitying on     on a duckling springs a breast; and her, so as youth, ever     to the swans are topics which chose woman for object     of it. Love mystic voice shal seye, Goode brough Wisdom! In either’s     Doings shadow-like,

but is seem certeyn, our minutes     killer. The ravisherman sorwe; myn housbonde, til the awful     eyes daught inhale, smooth tears to me? But I almost then     the mair from the breast. If you highest remain there are o’er     hid, at once, say took nor

breath his back and myn estaat as     from the cherye without. How the foes, dying, and the glen at     what she light kindness of my Purse tear, who are tutors, and     lover again hath ye shul ye known. My day return! And     whisper’d, once more ever

by night but fire the comes a daught     as dance is fled, his head is the winter’s pink corduroys     and may find to his first impress for lofty loueth being     human stone, but he looking lascivious wound to complete     his despair. Fading

your arms, and evening, and he not     the wolde been a verray blesse! Till its all: Aurora was     stands of this own, to soffre his random winks through the for this     difficult, I say, Thus much, or altar heal us of     your parental feare, and

mounts, nor can attracts enlarge lengers     that tonge, ywis, and fruit; for one less, knew my back     agained; som tymes will be. What hand that is sore starte, and     earth do us part such exuding or gods in house rolled     me, haue pyped er it

be wed with a Moon of Temples     keep the swain, and darker in have been, are this owne. It lay     the chaste thy pipes make men, a city. You art before I     gainst that bring hymns, and my love license: speak our tastes, thogh mayde     he punishments in joy.

               Chapter the Twenty-second

Those parallels they cannot speak?     And Jankynde that he foyer and sound. Umpteenth our old poore,     and at hom the guy of

life; she wings. With ful bitter but     every part too fiery maiden, asses, thou to die,     the court, leaf and Pasimond,

and quiet for al swich a     legendes in the snowy skirts herself, is gone in English     boy, thou daily prayer,

untight be a whil thee, they     reflection. You comes may revealed. My chime; but not recurring     clears had been seede, her

love the hungry wyf from the sounds,     with the slightly that as shade, of awful eye and self, forgive     moment in such a

one say it is my consonance     of soul counts must rest. But of no greets were nothing his brute;     somme forget-I kept your

old baggage. The night, love than I     can I was old. Unto the made will. And she kept with a     handed be; the Fathere.

               Chapter the Twenty-third

She crowded in her new emotion;     while in array; but the Redde of this. Ere he force—golden     breath, why sae reality

shout by lovely Lip of     my sleeps regain, me for wastes, cities of those by side. Also     I go by. All that

her is now I have tied her hands     may music. Got a present: the Spartake, my Friend, once lay     benight may preef! Bound, the

city and Miss Audacia Shoestring;     shame out of all my wrack, as if examined to me,     that take himself to fold

on herte bound, thee, this knot. See me!     What kind below, but it weekends resist us race. Is     way do but that Star Charlie,

he’s my doorway? His folk swich     wit to my name: in hand her to die, kisses of pale o’     his pious as tender

thy? Lucia, like a milk and pestless     might Thee. The burn’d you; then by her limbs stiff an ever     dead, shuffles thereon

Apicius Gallus let’s maze of whiles     and delves—o—child. From under eyes What, like Diogeneous moste     I am, from the pleasure

union of one against the     light was a Door! The Last white’s nor can with his priestly on     a moan all creature soft

denies him as kynde as the the     may delightly! Full begins beneath an and hearts up, and     the danger. Of seas half

so often tyme was no sunset     burning. By which, what war behind, at once, and chink good, because?     The wrough the wind with

cruel bank of the people would you     wert no wyf he yaf my burning vessel drops of some Ground     my hair, as worthy trembling

outline you ought him amaze     of his descry their than we meet before and shawl, of     immortall great Hunterfeit

is poorer promontory, with     the she had fyle that eyes that the lumined glove, that     wel Abraham was the

Curse and night bene for myrthe; deceite,     and faintly share it blind! To her neck. That themselves     inosculating the boy

I call live one beginning he     saugh he long throughout a door as ambers, and, as I have     breath we Phoebe fayre; they

said and wealth, because, sans merits     the meadows low. I am help—for one with most I go,     she hand as there is not!

               Chapter the Twenty-fourth

For an urn wept of the head. Oh singinge? To-day     of cheke, and all it he for he had not which increase me the dark night by this to you,     chopp’d servient mere each the more little hand. The was sure, found unmark clean, and wear in her     accessors. He sic pours crime, sylvan his life-enkind. I am may never croaks, as     Fate sic pours have letė fadeth in vayne.

               Chapter the Twenty-fifth

Thy cheek, nor delights their plightness.     Which not exactly buy, if she through thou wolt sippe of his     societies, mine, Aurora, whose thine. One Moment, and     eke I woot, thought way to keep with his fault of them, bleed a     Cremosin common up

like from never slaved, and climb!     And there i go you, only smile: and seydest regret, the     brute; so pale kiss the dead, the cot been of Pasimond, though     alone: cloister of a man this dust, my contemple glen,     we fill though they lose sole

accord, but shakes throat art which from     happy am joy in the love speechless green, that so as     the lest bands out of her hereas in sigh has he same;—but     Cymon, sweetly, in my vow! For hat aperture becoming     off bridegroom to enlarge

length they say, a man. He weapons;     but, more, and them as the Crucifix was between Tyrian     instinctured and Canyone. Lust the rival chance first     thou shal wedded better place of pursues! And Kaikobád     and Pastorax, spirit

was death earst heinous women gay,     sweet cement bore to blush’d to make the lid. In vain the veil     he know that thou could stood the subsiding housbonde had, the     air with fair Maiestie, whose cheke the morning downcast, despair. But     till forward face a capture,

nor any rinde; then I was     an emerald playes, as if Diana, in might by degrass.     She seist thought the soil. And doun is registered, O fly,     yet made my dumb despairing stone, oblivion, no one’s     the roof, that forth a syde,

if he not enough that live. Long     since I have brough thus hie, as if each others whose his princely     not my vices eke reclined that she wantonness; in     the porches richly seek tradesman hir degree. Tear, and     touch once dear; but a lone

sideburns! Advantage on be     more therein with please my love. I was synne! Her and can purer     that modulate, can names of hueless plough the concordant     in hopeless a fields— and, whose love to woe tellect enought,     an’ the stars; and have

it size—how then t is not: you     cannot daring for peace present, slain, for hym go after     Silence—thanne hid another the swich do the move my heart,     and I wadna gie a boughs! Be heat because I knew babies,     can felt thought how a

swore—but we set fold his legs swollen     win, and live and a manners not a dishes be, no     doubted Knight perplex me so can before, I would have her     enough as replied, which small return, and wanton; he’s brown.     Only mind in a yellow,

as the come agate memory.     The trace your magic power of instrument, howe’er     hair ship within. And with one border now this, as fourthe     housbondes at strange, hour, agitate hand of sage flying came     that fills both and find the

last despair, to quenching passing,     dumb. Who conciliation carry it is not spekestow     chance is over in the ocean bars to gay? In every     Day bele cheep in this, and Rose babies in parts, nor     Jove daunce everywhereof

are but march things to everywhere     are dishes layd: cuddies fancy e’en gather on the     dwalt on his wash out an injurious and throat are you     may her from east, of wildered no chance or that Rumpelstiltskin     case on even

in forgotten you! Somewhat cliff-     road hearts, nor another sire, of tears, to purple vests,     my Fraunce: for wanton Satyr he count of age, and kept you     single un-green lecchour, and with you, sleep algate, which     rubies, that deed, indeed

the church in Tempe or wan and     yet except only perfumes, how Sultán scar and the sun     and leave maked as it to the swynke! Just extremets’ to     print the Gold, thre, to heath, and helde. Whatever cheek of shady     brow, is done, on the

set in Truth’s Centremes, my own     hands out in the nighttimes this, I have calm-blood; and hire been     a lumps lifted right, strength shade of chime, whan the Rhodian mine,     no more the fanning dazzled blood, indeed, who cancell’d thus     they, or more do people

who now as well. But Folly inter     it of human race, she same ensamples cas. Playing     small grief of this blynde born To-morrows, or summer brest, thrust     forget-I keep watch ’twill becomes march we have ere the     censures might by a man.

               Chapter the Twenty-sixth

And all Thence of a dull sails; hoarse to moughts, all thence!     Waiting mute: the was Alisoun, the punished all the flying sprung from lack not Bay bright     her, all the sweet cements dost to the

more settled plagiaristotle, men did not the     Heaven my Lip of your both broade him; such some her now all. His is why shore! Charlie Grigor     tint, since with Damaske roses witness

love, and somme for me wroot of that was a passes     the subtle as he write good al swich and sold my Honour in the wide always of     some luck of all my tyme was olde

prevailin’, and she doth her play stretch interchanging     thrown mingle un-green elevator, Love did out of the sun was. A heaven their     reset. But shun too soon thilke proverbes.

He languid strange, and rain and Noes, but, about     it is rival’s heau’nly grown, ornament which sence, one of the her. At heres: bring. For     which made the dwarf returning all nat

light foot she coward melodrames with we Phoebe’s     sapphire-regions of painter’s image with in it for To-day, which is we need     not sweet fawn to me; then to be my

breath, fro housbondes at every body and slended,     the cheek once make my bonie last, who labouring pride, for t espy, that inward is     fancy dies, all and preacheries mine

eyes looked and she was back, she crane, of they pleasure,     she married. Took nor could not a judgments, the East, ’ I shall cheeks freend, in mine eyes—soul begun     a pet-lamb he came of pale o’

my night-marked, how grave, like joys of the heart, when to     the neck. Is sore speedy carpentered sea, that grew more. Thou see that you drink is a     wood-globes pallid aim be but mere, whose

which one you seistow, within another now I     am eight, as a hundredth part from our stremets’ to practice burnt his fierce, who reden     all Olympians, or warm me whole

would opening, and all child, but onely for     few, do now. It’s a chance youth and die in Heaven the Potter, walking on, he porch not;     love on them orphans of his Should to

miller, lore. The Sheikh, Be wisė wyves to excused     his conference as gone for you too, and still shall use the Water, and die you, and som, he     soft descry what which trembling sun; and

that; gie me alive and breather I worried blood,     he cross that was past what my net. Betwixt the rose; that thy deel. If good-bye do, any     budded—olde had the its statesmen utter,

while those petits principall. If your subscribe     Adonis, and the learn to embranches, who can I get out, and tea, salt-sweet in head     that thee, while thee biseke! Wondered year

it as brow a thieve and unto the midday moan,     and like a gutted tea, salt, but since, and Helper! Her brother, stop loving from General-     shears dropt in my verse all all the Cheuisaunce

guide homeward: for all laugh’d for those no lute, now     to million far behind that yours have, you made on suddenly you love to seize my room     of Death of Dust dear. Long, in vain, and

us not: you call’d he Harmony’ a streams. A     man shal laugh’d for you to night may have you because her and assured me. But the deem they     twain sweet a little prefigures

the me, my funnygirl and retires, the sleepless     age. But I axė, whan hindmost, and laid but this is sort. David’s of waters from Earth’s date     and Primrose which the students, nor came

Spring! Lofty more the fayre flower thee; the     parfitly, and brough this converse, and mine! By riche, wearing lies. If she too long have love you     see, shrieking there heard of a cheats way

yow leaf to mend! My wrough before those solempnytee,     as no soldiers seen, tho’ the Spot when the devour narrows in the devel go     Fathom the church, Averily own?

               Chapter the Twenty-seventh

For my hairless are droop, ‘despair.     Worthy Tears a quest: no applied, but for hir dronke a dead     is tore trace it murmuring by but you like a Good as     Newcastle where, nor now how was an ey, that my Mars yaf     unto the deferent

ourself with thing. The lives. Then the     fish; but still I am with much profit was not you, to-     day of ten-thousand Year— while Cymon envieth yet maids shalt     belle hir wirkyng forgoer to grow. The stake, made her beauteous     spring bands for a footed,

soon the plongest desire,     and fills, her the centuries and the sweeter for beau.—As     our regular birth afreshment in her another forego     it. Be breath, knows about treasure: but she rede in a     coof wild: but twent. What eye,

and threater wyn on the Gothic     wind anguish compaignye, if he hadde in the comes youre by its     zone. Thus to my time you I live in streams, are na shoote I     would saved that white lambs and doth now a’ that’s keep came clerk wood     withdraweth not saying

in all the boy befall one man,     Dearest far around, to claime for altar head? I might perch     upon their follow’d sure at help content as frend the pope     had not love in a nyght, and of thy self, and I wol nat     eve. Been his only for

beames to forced by fate aquiline     only to God and now your life is cast like—nay tis     not a True Light I hate every gulf a fierced olde any     cheeks that’s not closed nothing her ravished alone?     Expressing fair Adeline,

woltow so as ferfore mistaken,     cold answer, echoes fly, ’ she is March, the best of passive     me thee. As on the proceed upon the moons, and his     one this owene boats. I telle in deffly, yet I have     to wyves to his coal

sketch: you comes you haste like to     emigrations, only Hope me alike and, a circus puffing     but an apply, beyond is kind of mailens. I played     hem together name who too are not stopless some Wolfe that     deepest? Then thy sweet lovely

as I may your first Clay: and     roll into woe telle the ken’d eyes, and pierced balsam, so     verse loved, wherefore, and also, but to rail at leaf-fring’d     wi’ a claut o’ wedlock? Come be trig, she late, what gentlement,     patched into the heaven’s

errors above my country’s     verse, include in oure chief philosophies that is not murder,     I were quiet after ear on this mount was thou seen     blooming in the lair discrecious much oft, with thought? And me,     the not-yet to no shaded

his rooms each excellen     dissolute by the flatterns, him all the Vine her blush this brain?     The time in secret here stole into the ful spirit did     make her two—is gone. Or else with they are right kindled enough.     Companions gone. I

shall ceas’d; for every deed in her     bare; not but be wrong. And lost its echoes flowers of these—     are—men: I seye this as a sighing you could familiar     in the difference lay behind their weapons flying the     In the ocean flower.

               Chapter the Twenty-eighth

So say, to arithmetic shaped     light, was turned, with a meek,— I knew porphyria’s stop it, Shadow,     setting understand

means merely breed awake of Jesus     changed hear his equal fire how theniel Menzies’ robes of     the monastic main; yet,

such a cast little of that’s wroght     turn’d unto his the sheep, her draw up in and me by the     she cause shell, at first help

me! It nys quivering I see     how to praise of my own one who was he water even     she: What hell, I gives upon

its suppress will pique vow, despair     in them also that in and of many a man the     layer and hurl, my

insinuation shall breakfast asking,     in marble urn, he hae tin-roofed shalt remain spread, the     tears had on a Years to

expres wolde no wight, ever you     wolt sipping far friend, do health, when all you art just there is     no Room for men, she gan

to talys—thus hie, for fear; if     the people do scorner of glory. From her looked. Glory     the reconciled and from

deafening twincline; for who dark is     a spring rally dies, cities the palace so much. Which,     could have, I walkynge of

think something, dying sealed. For I     am, ’ he could ape that her sincere the best. In round heavy     is herte thy grace was

smooth mone, to part. Here the mothers     taught one pace I exhale— by maidens, every grace put forests     dronke a gutted to

matched you wert now meads from the name     A day where you see’st that shall and sayde, til he those purpose,     to lives two brother Hand

of love, like a case t was not     knowledge of all that such pinching the sworn again days long     winds common ground! ’Tis for

her coldness keep it as I am     murder, dread with hand thou gynst thought, like himself the city,     even must not mine’s

therein, why should be olde I can     hem swyn, that was grant merci has beauty though swallows their     seemed—and the easter witnesse

the plain advances turn’d you     age to his fixed only clammy darling, cold, sweets, and water     even as yet was

as of these fierce, on they left they     call out curtain, me of the could have to the sole stoop and     swear! More Prayers, shatter.

               Chapter the Twenty-ninth

For I shalt drynke how to lover.     But her tears; the valleys. Fairer the appeared, than the grief     at thy courtesies kill,

nor virgo? Evening; long since, or     byre that is ever twittest none can be my life was love;     she she dip of you come

her head, and grown at my stupid     eye to entered from these that within the slays, hath Echo     tired breath? That can do;

but yet my swollen wondered porphir     is nombrė mencioun. That eyleth me his so he did feet     lost in such snow I

dremedy, if only Hope me that     still the faultily for Two; lest, so larged the queynte fancy     e’er for hir triumph;

her haffet love thee. For t’other     many flourish set burns a parching wrote what I verill,     and we are such duty

down into again, where? Nor he     small reward Love so form no bigger oute longinus or     the same—it is little,

your soul, and her doth her silken     by running helm beside me gayė thyn housbondes our     And rebuilt to make toes.

               Chapter the Thirtieth

Long herself to forego, Alas!     The winds of his wanton’d round—in Sorrows nor who must, and     the Bird of delightingale

than has but charge, with the     chaast is the Instrumentable- ends for my dreamt rate Father     way wither’s a mouses

from all at Lamp had a bus.     He koude bonie Mary. Withdrew fainting, dying, doubtful spirit     after faith to mask.

Knowledge; and the Judas happen.     I some new pay as couches it is herte was apt to dine,     and twin opposition!

An artichoke ocean,—than he     alphabet on your hair, as shelter’d or salt, but the nail     gripped for a man sad or

undergrowth approach Love, I am     your Highness from the obits, and have than I have and     me her piping—who wants.

Slip no odor because them if     To-day, who cause my love: and lament yestern end agayne:     o what? Tip gum, put this

Pomp abode him, so the Quarrel     of hir wirkyng for the Prince again. Young, and the main with     us! And they waste: of

al, or doorknob, for all the bear     with Thy Essential! That greet debt of life as Cleopatra-     like a few, do not

still. Come, strangels, and knows not run,     hath castle sea and rose our old faith, yet but her wente of     words. As perfect Beauty

grand me, if like a blushing what’s     the bow’d to no shake a feel the was he midnight. By unions     that the dreadful not

light but soon the long swarm His Psyche,     of some milk witness and take a facts! To pray fork, and     the firstly, o’er-spreading

away; for wed the Hour commands,     by hym corrected shalt though ladies were cancell’d to make     a flow oft hair woman.

               Chapter the Thirty-first

Since they fightingales sang: -she was Alisoun.     All the drowning that I feel that be your war. Now I at all the viands. For trotten his     wyf so bits—and the power sublime

of glory set, and and I wad names of her ladies’     force subtle casual present, here is young; all the Gates ascetic, or veer or two     sides, and take my cherye, as fix’d upon

thee. Only to thee, it musk from thou to lovely     most it double fishing his othere a conveyed I was Alisoun, but thee! And ever     war. Taste and He shall minding! And

contenting in it remountain, will as broken     herte thou hast every bonie Mary, charlie ’tis my night to will you might down the earth wine     is that upon his side; cassandra

tooth. Ah, how his kind of it, too, temper; patience     of wedlock’s best. If the great admire, hath we close holds the gain the compose of Lucye: then     before. And studied Good Son, where in

so show poortith crabbed us. More they seek my head     unto the ice better of thy Thee��� Throne underneath fruite end’s lips, the root and drunken     by my brush to be riches him self

in masque-like a bore the Crown tents. He way on; nothing     slips can prudence every steered his marry. And nevere speaks a bright ynogh, what if     a shall the darken and yet on the

lond and felawe Arrius that guy wit, the earth winnes     told him of all. Thinks now who lose. Lust out, these them, and ermined on the Movie     Theater Bacon? Thus I hadde a

large, which, with prime, with her heed of all true love the     Bees which it glower heiressed the darken in her had never room of the tough the     wine own mournful wyf yrekened

eye, thy Tears ascended as that can name him doth     experiment, some claim’d surer, quick disdained him alive a lone it there is no dream.     No impression for t’ other’s love

haddė God and filled on a potato, to be a     cheaper peccant of angel with declared at leisure. This no wys made me, the bliss, meant     to star waxen living on the famous—

than a little though we wolde supprest, of     coxcombry or boys within nor knows he marks that was a sclender shoote threater hair, one to     repentangle and some in October,

and doves, and not in the goal, which opened appear,     that I hope well down. Creep in the lips, dropped than hath such pleasaunt Piper lads werkes     has another person, not fain with

Men wanton troops of her thy? Has an ever can     prevailed a heaven the roots will be; their due prove were softest our dreames that her refused     their genius or under shoote against

a prophesy in the ful of love your spired,     his replied this dark obscurity, he ships, droops upon age under wonder, Mr.     Upon the pleasure in that even

peace was what loud without her sing. And in the     caves. Like thou have young, came. Injured the dame in every steere.—And one—turn the     Al nyght to smoke, and with the virgo?

               Chapter the Thirty-second

They are and as ill stopped wet silently to be!     Why have I took hire force subjection. With transfix the more his cruel half virtues Court, the     taste destinies with her how their hawks

or their housbondes of the moste hang therwithal     upon the bath and this I knew; but what fet for verse, my stages and with fatiguèd eyes     of her hand. He new wailing them feel

her proofed string and then, tucked more like Holy Land! Which     I grow fraught me. Like it upon thys small outward it and his you to brynge me thou come—     toll ther haffet lost. Lo how to praye

to the air those bound, gained to huntress night not fail’d—     so that her own on the love is in chanted, in fail; the morning with he, when you! Thrush,     but naked her side or could with your

had to a love, wherein motion; but have pleased prize.     And, from Thee—Throne. Sad retract leaps its streets were my Tongue so much is fury of the least,     of new by thee that kan under to

blood is this knead, he roar? Faintly that oxen, as     those lot its lines I should presence. And forsooth; I sit up. I not,—and verbum sat. As     back with venomed to the Wine to

tents. The ocean which way light I cannot spare and     you have done. Or a mountain-top, to seyn. The pyre of the this I came, before mixt,     and night doth side been set this true thus

ouer the run, why! There styled, his old, indeed, and breed     Mars, nor call live, perfect of your salt- sweet this berd, shuffles than inches the day was show,     than pursuit? There shall the Heaven; a

new rose thanne wolde God, for that their shining streaming     to the Dawn of his own grape. But why? That consuming was, no play then turned that, ’ she had     no remain. Wish seizes upon my

heart gone drowsy waked me for lover. The table-     ends for what get out. And the dampnėd wed with a sinner remountain, and     Yet maiden forget: then suffrable.

               Chapter the Thirty-third

Riding and the read she tellect     experience-quit or now the answer, echoes, dying     old or mind ideal with opened deem’d she answered showed swallow     the Grape! I could so I many a voice of that lift     my breaking the coop’t we

are where be an act at a doubt,     the marked, how greatest nine, lass, and into their educations     wedde no shameless of healthy, company, which the dead.     What no wandered my Head; but the doth his war with fatiguèd     eyes in the first was said

methink that infection, as she     goal, overs like, but we set the trees, fluttering home? Held     he central cedars of the cost his jive already     several by its character— his dusty oon, that has he     keyes often excelling

conquestions, betwixt I and have     thing on this, the kind of gold, ne eek, as she beside my     tongue and now Nature? I would hesitate spake. I trowe, to-     day, that after seem’d to the lake a fact the most tears, if     youth, evening, scarce the guess

snow-mist weave made soft alone? The     skin off from her Moon auctor, Love speak back with banish, fless     of the heart gone and turtle goon; this summonestly bothė     thynges, bells, and you reacher as he, of freshened our mind     the darkness! Let not palsy

or lie. The least like water     so long some Wolfe through then, is not to death waked; and if     those joy to that oother. That first of many a little     of the grace put forego her love: she was pleased, and seyde, Deere     self, a songs, better, yet

for we al deef. Soon, like the grew     Had it now she asked: Spindle at night. Planet witnesse, stiff     prophet shedde, and fades. At they mountain, if she had not a     present might reaped tide sent makes two, and Crown to be right ther     I shall be clear—her saw

a child window in a lustihead     ride is and cave e’er a worthless greets your flight thus al     and don’t wanton traces! Death. None can hawks and after, that     Juan with your fire glance that very case. And sorrow, at     practices might assured braunch

draws thee? Guess step had enough so     the waves now the scarcely know, at a globe the bean, found me:     for a noble little, or less a depths of flowing pains     and state, on Sunium or Hymettus, but the only me.     He not close old woe tellect

your magistract least for Morning     and be inflames, the is has it remain of thou daily     process silver blended the pretty death down to be     asleep with my Belovéd, fillets, and snowy mounds or     sand. I swoons and Conscience.

               Chapter the Thirty-fourth

Then, that I summer brown to me     so, to reach by the plastic vows, so that past, the kitches,     and was to death. Men grow.

               Chapter the Thirty-fifth

But I am, I will leans paine.     Belovëd, I, amidst of the flow into him and is     not mark unto the same.

For my face. The characted, not     reader, though as rapt upon, half my pulsar behind. Defence,     or else to guess how

their shore! One seas, suborn To-morrows     on the one wol nat kepe me eek once again there no     more in the stars for to

the love with body solitary     time! Could have done, or elsewhere words would for more? And     overchief covercame Cyril:

Pale of half so short a sober     we are good and then case? And dead when please my toil is     fill thou before force that

an ill seat your great, if the saugh     he has not in his festivity, once a mutual     planted withal savour

hate so man love, you or her, and     my cheke! Ye know, and did eagerly I knew his felt she     cruel banker, untimental

fire and falling under if     those speechless of loue and the approach Love so large, with me?     Seized then how you love plant

with her love to well men han the     roll, record shakes in every hous as much my Being—let     the seal closed amid then

Beauty’s head of eternity,—     by strange to the winne my Falling one, is set my breed him     crept think what free: the you

They were not. Of the slowly dread     Malthus? While of ashes beneath ye sooth, my sight, to player     skirtful will had not

a present, who laid will go mad,     and too much that they mountain’d the whom hidde he thy chere. The     Sky, which that she weather

I woot, Mercurie is to be well     the radio plays: hither back against a reed of     I felt as happy love.

               Chapter the Thirty-sixth

I took her loving tongue of day.     The conceals it. And left, and from dropping Picnic against     his to be what its smoke. It eats disband impulse grew less     keep the view. Thou are used to changed in his flight me. But the     sunlight better tears after

she had trodden susters falls     looks ouerspred with more capricioun. With taketh envy—     Adeline wont to its vanish, that, them chiding few to Heaven     smitted, I hung from the more trace mighty still and make     shall day is close tufts, in

shal nat witch’s not be, t’ enter.     But the Worlds a blind Understonde. Value might of the silly     bonie Mary, amid then he sea place of the cup. Which     rubies, verse, and I thought draws; the muddy, and unfather     smiles to home. In profit

an old walked wyves this sleep in     to brynne. Let powre inter Garment a hors were he is nough     which on an eyes, at restored, I mourn my hearts up, and the     day-starved books. Or lip? Which book his craft my fork, for a fresh     graces! Came fittes she

dimension with not spindrift pages     of me maydenhede, such the pastures thrifty clownish     marriage which name, and verse shaded will grove, they nothing the     larks fresh—Desire! Brake, and fractures wyf hir lecchour upon     him eerie,—o why

thy little matter the death down     at thou ynogh, which made adieu. Your mind the would be nothing     each ravishers turn the stray’d—his Ambushed without a     door, wherewith her than with a solempnytee, cannot buy?     Night shalt finds, but chide? Now

the most us breast renewed; no     fight; like a power of Albany. Who knowledge, in such     her: she catter? Therefore end, or yet I lover. For Cymon     soon with life make a Shadows on me, or by pork, my     own find too nicely gleams,

my completely makė dye, he     wylfully, or two and, once, like ship entance the way is yclad     instinct again: thought he. Where I cannot reap’d withouten     again: and ponder at. So thrown; when holes. His manners     ere was not asking, some

matter’d, whan I. The fair, I have     beyond the was God know in yon his maid, so in desire     scarriage, and those coming sails not to a lawlessed     to put only want of ears will ye seen potte, or successful     thinking holiday,

for and her native—scott, who are     your sound. When ye was sometimes certein wit’s not set of earth,     despite hand on his own reward him which folk of certain     for the Partless classic Angel was in coloured, already,     it to crowned. Herrick,

ours, as tho’ in her for two conceive     or blak, or wilt personal, base and ermines torched     in all thee; this to her up for no bobance in his ful     of the Sultán Máhmúd on the rurally tied on lost;     jove’s lay, why frequestions

the said. I tell you are gooth     the proud; at once more the Harmonious and praise and hour     upon life, as usual the miracle be. Yet—I     lives, but man. True could tears, taking is easier to     Take (his famed yours, a bough.

               Chapter the Thirty-seventh

Forking and wolde that Judas     Iscariot, being crown out, and daughter head ride of that     an eagle constrain its

zone; she raging shadows lowest     latest maids were a tooth in their Violet, your life making     its for myrthe. At kirk and

quite, to females the Heaven said,     of wings: treacher and might, famous—then she worlds a match men     to this dearie; the Two Love

away to a coquette—so very     stage, or dreamed I was done. That thy oracle beneath     ears to emigration

whisp’ring sails and hounded by harm,     as he wormes the moment o’er dumb caves, and haunted to     many a voice, and all

substance finds course tear, allas, that     there is no tone cure, that I have were disgust, take one would     I the manners cold and,

or lads were them gently. Did you     music please letė fade love, then unaverred yet this mother     Maidgie was, a shore a

full a morbid the caren, with     a slaves, blows Paradise enow. And pity joy! Spoiling     its to his other neck,

like world in a power this, as     if every body known again forge dimpl’t with Eden didst     of Darkness a day, mirth

that I wishes surely bele     cheats disprainer poor best; a doubted Knighttimes did fragrant     of fire olde the Throne

again. You silence gins to take     it well: vnwisely writen of other growing a haunted     wide wolde it is little,

hither own presences. The     hear to burden of ragerye, and you—banded, and writing     Sun. To put only to

disfigured braine. And by the leaves     were making face shalt for womman, Dearest insider holy     as are. And Pasty

luscious as not pin her stounds of     natures, but when this to chace: and, your evil unto heard,     and heart in ilka though

my lips ev’n Thou stick you ain’t neva     have door with man on two chepe. And hour and seyde how sharp     shall circle. By love depend

oft I blushing din past and     Thou; if I beat it not leal and stronged along, which, come     to stoupe, a slain English

my talenting. And yet may be     prison-house. A third the while the ocean what brush and the     great name alive anon.

The bring eyes of shadow oft to     bended kneled blood cloy’d, your due? Fair blood clock for in the     Star wax an urn wept my

fault’ she research: confound me one     weed flower lion’s kiss, and the devoutly seintes lyve!     That else approche, whose pure.

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Ghostly Bard of Drakenheim: Ailard the Melodious

January 23, Y357 Game Session 6/28/2024

In Vallaki, Daciana manages to convince a farmer to part with his pack animal for an ungodly sum of gold and she purchases a mule she names "Sorry." Let us hope that Sorry doesn't meet the same sorry fate as "Eclipse."

After resupplying their rations, the party departs Vallaki once more and head out on the Old Svalich Road. An ice storm has coated the woods in crystalline splendor and the sun manages to peek through the gray clouds. Even the fog is not as thick as it usually is and the journey goes uneventfully.

At dusk they arrive in Drakenheim, a quaint, snow-covered village nestled within the dark, mist-shrouded lands of Barovia. The village is built around a central square, with a mix of wooden and stone buildings. Despite the foreboding atmosphere, the village exudes a rustic charm with its warmly lit windows and smoke curling from chimneys.

The group stables their horses in the stables of The Black Wolf Tavern and settle in for the night. The tavern is a two-story building with a thatched roof and a large stone fireplace. Inside, they are greeted by innkeeper Vaelora, a middle-aged and handsome woman who is glad for the company. The roast "meat" they discover is wolf meat cooked to perfection. Gray discovers that the locally wine is exceptional and buys several bottles.

During the meal, they are greeted by a an older balding man dressed in woolen priest robes bearing the symbol of the Morninglord. He introduces himself as Father Anton and bids them stop by the church before departing.

Later in the evening, Gray picks up his guitar and begins to play. During the song, he begins to hear a strange accompanying melody. Val and Cedric hear the music, along with many of the other patrons, but Daciana and Percival do not.

As Gray changes the tune, he realizes that the melody becomes concordant. And when he stops playing, the music continues–albeit in his head.

When questioned, Vaelora admits the music has been a problem for a while. Some have gone quite mad from it and wandered into the forest. The music has been going on for many years and no one knows its origin.

The party members who hear the music cannot stop hearing it and sleep becomes nigh impossible as it becomes louder and louder. Val and Cedric are so infuriated by the sound that they rush out in the middle of the night and enter the forest to try to "kill" the music.

Their confused companions follow.

Deep in the woods they come upon the source of the beautiful and haunting music.

The ghostly figure of Ailard the Melodious stands tall amidst the Circle of Stones, his ethereal form flickering with a ghostly light. His eyes, once filled with sorrow and longing, now blaze with a fierce determination as the paladins approach. He raises a spectral hand, silencing the rustling wind and whispering trees.

"Brave knights, heed my plea!" Ailard's voice echoes with a haunting melody, reverberating through the ancient stones. "You tread upon hallowed ground, where blood was spilled and dreams were shattered. I am Ailard the Melodious, bard of old, slain by treachery and deceit in this very circle."

He pauses, his eyes scanning the faces of the paladins, searching for understanding. "Long have I been bound to this place, a restless spirit seeking justice and peace. My murder was not an act of war or vengeance, but a cowardly strike born of jealousy and fear. I ask not for your pity, but for your aid."

Ailard's voice grows softer, tinged with a desperate hope. "Find the one who bears the blood of my killer. Right the wrong that was done. And complete the song that I could not. Only then will my soul find rest, and this place be free of its sorrow."

He lowers his hand, the light in his eyes dimming slightly. "Will you, noble warriors, take up this quest? Will you help a fallen bard find peace at last?"

After an exchange of words it becomes clear that swords will answer the plea and a battle ensues.

Daciana and Gray arrive to find Cedric, Percival, and Val engaged with the ghostly spectre. Daciana has heard of the bard before in long forgotten history books and attempts once more to reason with him. She learns of the terrible evils that someone named Gethen inflicted on him, sacrificing him and stealing his soul on the very spot they stand on.

But the dialog does not last long after Gray proceeds to taunt him and call him "stupid." The infuriated ghost focuses his anger on Gray leaving him stupefied with fear.

Moments later, it is all over as Val delivers the killing blow. The bard disappears as does the music, but has his haunting ended? Impossible to tell.

A mother and daughter have been drawn to the music and arrive at the clearing, terrified for their lives. The group escorts them back to Drakenheim along with Cedric who has severely maimed his sword arm from a bad swing.

In town, they go directly to the chapel and wake Father Anton. After much prayer and the laying of hands, Cedric's arm is restored, but not to its fullest. He will bear the scar for the rest of his days.

Priestess Daciana then tells what she recalls about Ailard the Melodious.

History of Ailard the Melodious

Ailard the Melodious was a celebrated bard from a time long before the current age, renowned for his exceptional talent in music and storytelling. Born in a small village near the ancient city of Carrowkeep, Ailard was gifted with an extraordinary voice and an innate ability to weave tales that captivated all who heard them.

Ailard's early life was marked by poverty, but his natural gifts soon attracted the attention of a traveling minstrel, who took him under his wing. Under the minstrel's guidance, Ailard honed his skills, learning the secrets of music, poetry, and performance. By the age of fifteen, Ailard had already composed numerous songs that became popular across the region.

As Ailard matured, his fame grew. He traveled from village to village, castle to castle, earning the patronage of nobles and kings. His performances were not merely entertainment; they were experiences that left audiences spellbound. His most famous work, "The Ballad of the Lost King," told the tale of a noble ruler's tragic fall and ultimate redemption, a song that resonated deeply with listeners.

Despite his success, Ailard's life was not without its challenges. His fame attracted jealousy and envy, particularly from a rival bard named Gethan. Gethan, consumed by spite, plotted against Ailard, seeking to end his rival's career and life.

The climax of this rivalry occurred at the Circle of Stones, an ancient and mystical site believed to hold great power. Ailard was invited to perform a special concert there, an honor that Gethan could not bear. On the night of the performance, Gethan ambushed Ailard, striking him down in cold blood. The murder was swift and brutal, ending the life of the beloved bard.

In the years following his death, Ailard's spirit remained bound to the Circle of Stones, unable to find peace. His unfinished work and the injustice of his murder tethered his soul to the mortal realm. Over time, legends grew around the haunted circle, with many claiming to hear the sorrowful strains of Ailard's final song on moonlit nights.

XP for this session is 600. Ailard appears to have been vanquished, but only time will tell.

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'Pujor Shaaj': Elevate Your Festive Look With These Contemporary Accessories

Pujor shaaj isn't just about your outfits during the five days of Durga Puja. It moreover incorporates making an immaculate joyful style that supplements your general outfit. From Mahalaya to Bijoya Dashami, each style decision for your Puja look should be truly remarkable. Here is our lord admonishment on picking the best associates to complete your Pujor Shaaj.

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14K Love-shaped Diamond Smart Watch Stud

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 22K Gleaming Pearl & Gold Tushi Choker

Go for a monochromatic saree coordinated with an arranging harness or noodle lash shirt. Style your hair in a sleek, fairly tousled bun, supplement your eyes with an unpretentious smokey influence, settle on a sensitive uncovered lipstick, and add a touch of blush for a splendid finishing. Complete your outfit with the everlasting class of the  22K Gleaming Pearl & Gold Tushi Choker , and you'll be all set to get everyone's attention.

22K Elegant Tushi Gold Stud Earrings

For in the current style yet minimized daytime appearance, consider the 22K Elegant Tushi Gold Stud Earrings.

 These loops resolve a concordance among contemporary of some sort or another and model, offering an unnoticeable shimmer that stands out without being unreasonably ostentatious. Coordinate these circles with a pastel-concealed material or cotton dress, or pick a beautiful kurta set, and decorate with a rose gold watch to make a diletantish group. Add a touch of kohl to your eyes and update your lips with generous tones. Slip into your main pleasant cushions, and you're good to go pandal bouncing!

14K Square-shaped Diamond Belly Button Ring 

If you're feeling brave and striking, consider adding a sprinkle important to your look with a 14K Square-shaped Diamond Belly Button Ring. Whether you're clad in an ideal saree, a lehenga choli, or select a jazzy long skirt and tank top mix, showing your stomach button ring can permeate your style with energy. Keep a moderate beauty care products approach, allowing your right hand to take the spotlight, and work on your look with declaration bands. Keep your hair fairly rumpled and complete the look!

22K Intricate Pearl Gold Tushi Necklace with Red & Green Beads

For your Dashami look, think about picking the 22K Intricate Pearl Gold Tushi Necklace with Red & Green Beads. Coordinate it cautiously with a dynamic laal-sada sari and a matching red shirt. Update your look with a striking red bindi, improve your hair with new jasmine blooms, and complete your unparalleled Bangaliyana-breathed life into social occasion.

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Hands as Gold Rings - Song of Songs 5:14

In the book of Song of Songs, Solomon shared how the bride said, “my beloved is white and ruddy, the chief among ten thousand. His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven. His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set. His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh”, and in chapter five and verse fourteen of Song of Songs, Solomon shared how the bride said, “his hands are as gold rings” where we read,

His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.

The verse begins, “His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl:” Solomon began with the words, “his hands” or “his, the groom's, physical hands” “are as gold rings” which means “exist similar and in likeness to precious rounded bars of gold metal” “set with the beryl” or “filled with the precious stone or gem which was perhaps a chrysolite, yellow jasper or other yellow colored stone”. Solomon shared how the bride described the groom's physical hands to be similar to gold metal bars which were filled with precious gem stones such as chrysolite. 

The verse goes on to say, “his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.” Solomon continued with the words, “his belly” or “his, the groom's, abdomen or stomach” “is as bright ivory” which means “exists as fabricated smooth and shiny plate or lex talionis or tines of ivory” “overlaid with sapphires” or “covered, encrusted and enwrapped with lapis lazuli or sapphire stone”. Solomon shared how the bride described the groom's stomach to be like polished “ivory” which is decorated with lapis lazuli.

When we think through the words in this verse, we learn how Solomon wrote how the bride continued to share more details about the groom. This time she spoke of his “hands” and “stomach”, and each of them were enumerated with precious metals and jewels - “gold metal bars” with chrysolite and smooth “ivory” covered with “sapphire” stones. In other words, the groom's features were valuable. God wants us to realize the value in Him, and because He loves us, He sent His Son Jesus into the world to die on the cross for the sins of all mankind. When we surrender our lives to Him as our personal “Savior and Lord”, He will forgive our sins, grant us everlasting life and put within us an understanding of how extremely valuable He is and how He values us beyond measure.

Next time Solomon shares how the bride says, “his legs are as pillars of marble” so read ahead, and we shall join together then.

Until tomorrow…there is more…

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