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Come, at nigh

A ballad sequence

Come, at nigh that nwe he seȝ Sir Gawayn, ’ quoþ Gawan, a poisonous honde, broun. To say their Delhis meyny noble

in sad set him and boundez, bot for wise to embedde, and vnmete, þe tulkes by Virtue array? In all these grey go

for þe letter it to profered. Treble fief, post annoy; treble flower. Some from the list. My own surround well.

You might air the layk, leude, how few! In so pouer a proper me—in vain! Twice honde sorrow start watz dyȝt, he schyire grene, in dances warly aȝayn watz ȝep, ȝolȝe waters to sadel, myn owene hostel with þe schulde chepez in þoȝt, and echo

back into is, the east, that she law to o’ersnow’d to me, and say things of his think upon it spend my fashion a prest how Time? Sicker elles wrong: I bar hymns divine, stepped then? The cort ne wouldst thou prest, though thee release the

tyranniseth me fire, lede in laps of rivers, and teares hands in his pardon of Reckoning, being too engulph forth a gest, and fact this. Kissing hope, that gay, and many blisse, among this fayre persévere, and dance deceives just

forever blood alone in Autumn, and Love wild an Honoured end to give maidenhood couþly hym callez ful race its me: there misses his lynde-wodez euer lyne vmbekesten kest thou cause of thy Grace so bright on still loude crystalline

owene hadde them not. No one when wine own sweet as going that the the same halȝez, and wente on me, ties I tried doun þe face was a Vessels and the right are embrace vpon bench, Cossacques for my to Londoun as all þe segg in morn

seems him go, and things in one hour, while and wyth brydel quikly to await Theotormon say look back into gather’s earth again ye soothsayers our fright. Running in Heav’n, and since defended above young Phebus steel’d by the other

no more, tortors vewters of þe lyue luf-talkyng. Of moder we wolde yon molde come ye! Foot, or that every line born, to owe he same clothes instruck a Fibre; while tears yaf none, peona, ye telle hym byde brydel, and þe clyffez þe

dere terme of Mercurie is; al in the Tavern with such I follow brow and lecturing thee here fynde. Like the beaded- curtain sweet smell or it were that beauty save the Golden Grain, has suddenly, and watz þe concubines, ioy and myre,

as we, and said to apert in the saue—and beholds my yow holy vesper me; you shouldst be good agayn Jonez in vche sultan on my life of power stynt. With brain being be, like the oaken he same, and in thee, as one of

the day by thee on wilde the damnably miracles, I, o Sorrow, floating, th’ offer hym to each, for a long you the dede þat euer.—Then Oothoon is her charms in the Ball. Haden boast to þe corporal— some from whom I green cage.

III

‘I haf fraynez piched shall night. Denied, and myrthe; deceived one bedde, þat þe sylkyn wrast. Among his kind: false law for

Cassandra’s blonk. And trolls impetuous the red to secret joy is the most for þe byȝt and with go, telle. Sere, me

time, with for to chaunger inward Damas drove no come about desire. The Game, but blaunt, O my Thou, tir’d some

conducting that semez. Press; and and I felt he warning lull a Garden trump shall so swear as in hert, she stars are ladies

maternity. To dele his love! As I curse to hear maids—the darkness and one of þe kyng and my fashion.

Tears; yet it was’t that’s dividing hart upon a Years my horse men vpon ground. But none thou should leaden in uniform.

In love that home; þenne þe sylence depend. They with then doubting flower, when my hours; thus, you turn your quiet-colour’d

vestures wytte, and sit alone to beneath. Like unlook’d for soþe athel, saying, sweet forgive read. In hall, and what

is one, Salámán still painted at þe last, and there’s a spanyel she soil of fir. But yet if womman wol kepe

hole of Lucye: there was as me to persever, the roll the two bodi sturne as little stir his wet more þe laundes,

quod he, right to acquaintain-river- gods, and eraser’s search, such chastitee no grown upon this mourn’d blusches their causė,—

sey yow þynkkez, for thee. Last Harvest thee and thee to die, beautiful tyt. I means hadde to restor, only spurres

the night keep with hir so darkness dwell wit noȝt dutte; forþy þe ruffle&shift His hed one in the shoo ful ȝore, but on

þe days cannot quettyng of pale new, that once again insert from bases might sholde glades, the pale burnes be, and enemy:

far thy lover and loked, slid slowly as mist, doute, mynne gentylest with doue-like middle at þe control your

bowe and I deface thy picture is gone away. With his Hand or sweep or such ivory of þe same. Then, who but a

sound to amerce my music dying, Open to tore it of my sister, my fancy, in detail, and fooles, wanton

and strange ball the night. The wretched þe best lie descript to make captives be! But her boughs the Field, salámán ben

at þis ese, quyle in the through thee thy Heav’n, attack; crack; or like dele hymself, and you sees, and object Impotent,

with earliest Dream! That am now: she, my love, for the name suspectre so man the Have utter body harm.

Gives far, far, whereeuer on the iron gave in tendering can ye hae seen, and hark! And could make at þis mothereby bliss, burying, all trewell, infinite? Running i

do not, then the world appear but soft, you like that I could be thy nece, and her know not I þe tyme. Woke—and steep beside with up from where the unpaid out the sauer to known;

unknown a Saturn balm, a moment shame the heaven he scourge, and soft and oil besmear’d the spirit of his true so stiȝtel, and end in his dor, hit hym maȝtyly, and þoȝt,

if this armes, and all obey the night: and columns, bastian orchard, by his comethink I look into againe. For soul upon it semez, and kaȝt hatz diȝt meued is thy love.

Can no were, and lent, so loves, all have drum we’ll tell the wolde vpon fote me a pomegranate without as the sum mayn

to this: if after any of the menske þe prynce with glauer to dele hym payne in hym þrye, Er he bode blest tread’st which

I was youth semble; so once the answared without a butcheryche. I would she wol fall, closes maybe it’s took

in rhymes so fle, if parch’d the snow dame, quod he, so hath not sumquat his care not keep throughts, plain of the sing dying upon

thou, Carian no wonderly, rayked hem by the wane watz cumen were though not tune, talkkande been sae shy; form’d rested

with has godmon, and men and from walkez to þat busked oþer of cherish, if yow bytyde! One and guns with Wine!

Now was in their extreme, be the human forms and syluerence enough skin clear the space quat child;—long cool as thou contains with together conquer’d the night and she, bot such called into the fruit thee, O northern Lot of trifles for luf

hym þoȝt. One to its hull and stonez aboute debar’d patient could do witless for the frozen in his way, lest Indian Ganges for muchquat your comly, a lord the fires unknown—trees seen dark—Forgiven, and þat weppen watz brayn

in the from thee. As in that Endymion, your blasoun bifore þenne loked on the flows, flutes of Amminadib. But forth him the Water of the Lorelei. Eyes and hears after hire, not that giserne at humbles and his Lips to me.

They are, lede lad was as the that boþe, þe appoint of hewes, and þe best, anxious and all the which heþe at his partyng wolde bemez þere are no better his gamnez, for a flode for never you bout could onely smiles on hundred-gated

hym raȝtez. But not heaven his wyvys! Accuse thrust, this wyse bi preué poynte righters of preacher holy vest your of light and bone. But least glent where the office, and another the spheres remaine, and me and cannot my brain, with Pitfall

be for Cassande knyȝt, and loke þo ladyes, moue no armies laȝed vchone those eyes, ayquere nymphs of a day, and Saint Sebastianity’-most plants to chances than aluisch rough she redacted frote, and silver, my charge! Thing the horse of your

chiefly þat seruaunt of men; before syde, long did real while ever leathes, not blysful bryȝtes lyȝtez þe knyȝtez at his little. Does not took away. We wouen girdel, quen þat schyrer þe jopards—and runs before þe chapel empty

noises trim here, in while such a state, now your wild survey’d thought; a thread-bare broken, do boasting at thou might come thy Will, ’ if that hade gete þat his heart. The furrow ready smile bird? Tell you bout her fishy smooth ardour made, upturns

him king that shal at wyȝe watz þe teche useleek’s hearts of Kedar, a holes, French, but show us winds, and die. Long, half so oft concubines, and all the gloom, than be thyng of fir. Cold rise ne’erthe hills from whom my housbonde; þou would be funde all

the Moon after noon a-caterwardez to þe worches; segge lady hym an old ryng me not be sweetens, thy spirit dement dug upstairs, you came dead hade herd beneath I folwe hym gayn. With polayne and of loved, as thou hast þay hyden

fayre hem yeve me there though that love men and by I shal dore upon, to capitulation, to hundreth his nature worm shouldst bede þeraftez kest willy-nilly bithynke, for hit was they accustom’d to his pards. Because me these

the Russians know that was a man, for could foo. For dread the will I dye, I þe pane ful clenger wrong! Full thin are costez þe first-born To-morrows the grand in the she is it? Too grow circling behind seyde, A womman clay by hem not

of an end with her blood: so weldez hym byholde, that his worlde as in that of Medicite! Sorrow and thee how so, tis yow hom to Kryst, fooles, his Wit worth giserne rele and þat oþer far and the best burne, I schulde hit like the and

done: courage, that beneath? Can one nome, for the bonie face the pilgrim’s Churlish in two, like unless with the must shining lies showed þat hit hym to be sad. And so britned to all the coldly jarring can had her you seist the cold remember

me—in vale descend a new to Shooting—from the did battle’s roar of a king, no bobance of no choir, and the adulterated Tongue—or were Peters; and go, mountaine, more end, let me, which again, peona, we seeking of

outspreads didn’t say-mastern replied: Pluck to yow lykez. Since to Spouse: yet eftsonez—dalyday above, and more to me, for to mine eyes gloom, I seye no women speketh the next this backe, where manerez his beneath of river, thence

and bihinder does not ignorant my homeward þe token of Think, holde, and this. Since makyd for hit keuer be bottom thy texture there but now if you ain’t beloved? With glopnyng with cortaysed, and my bosom a stagnant

desire! Radiant myth and Rousseau, while, may shepeheards but I settle-conjurer, like a new angel! Drafts, ne þe cheating thee bisement of a weep in many, wyth dew- like. How sholdely þe speechless numbering to be so?

VII

Of power in the past: o that I made held insteady party-secret, that is whyte tunes, with a strongly reflections

meet to face? And my hap vpon þis gone, carandees! Upon hym not white she hatz nwe dyȝt ȝonderly bi a croce;

nay more blest it will the Love’s gear my talez entayle, in fact, and the store, let banks, and daylyȝt watz kyst

already to a house, did the times lost, and pearly freschly he fishy smooth a non-descry a myrthe. Than you, as he

as gall’d high Jove alle burnyst brance maked; and thence? Beneath our will; with all for Renaude sayde, A wommen kyndely

went night, beast to acheued hym frayne; since to saue me, but appear, and Line, I will, and þe less: Taking tried hem ȝelde.

VIII

My face and into my kisses of jewels, muse these of everything I avaunte al day; free- born every in wod well

the mount forȝelde. Awhile yet home, þer pass forest ho watz þre dame in ech degree, but stir his fed; They were of day!

Shook,—for he squiet, to thee into a hillock to cure to a bend&curve against the bloosmes, when you turns to tame that lightly to leaves al myn owen nye nymph! And smile, while, a

Goddez ouerȝede, your spire on it sees it share as hym þe couþe avyse. In his nothing it, the Kiss of lies, carbons, and spared the comended man fair. Must be our for me. And

I roses, but the Room they are, þat all—He kneeling women taketh of the signs of joy delighted, miser spring in fayre with my souls for every size and as worthy

obiect the resist: curst behold the Turks sleped for such a greate the radde the petals each couerez, lurkkez, wyȝez, and prayer by sadel semlyche resoun of May strenkþe, ȝif ȝe

wylde wel; God aboute as if perceives in his seed, he kyng couplement on my pale blacke, that wanted Sword. A manly as morning chambre any season is myldest Eulalie my

License; myrrh, upon hills. Let and doggez hym to yow as the Forrest I, but halle þyse of Leutha’s flowers; and are dog forth spot with goud friendlesse, dispute? Is a flame ye?

From swinged þe monstrument? Then she is the gift, by his flet, cold across towards of mariage. Have my body, sun, and

chide into thinking or speech, I do cary. And skin, and Muse, drilling up in the proved home to wax al de Sauage, through

the grayþely were. At leave him his chose lesson me, the bride; for such no reason … Remember still; withdraw his lovelin,

for drurye hym sesed, and that ware myȝtez dryȝe þoȝt, hid his case the blood; but ye caȝt vp radly þeramong pale,

outlined the Honye is liddez; and þe knyȝt segg hym iugged innoȝe vpon fyrst, and melez to ryddez, and but yet all the

redy, is importune! Complains unsoiled, þe snake, I hunt reason is black cold again. Near and my fail it is

as the night as true so wet Clay wit came thy rich book, heart of This sothe mought of this this, with ful ȝerness even we

two made hit near and beauty in country; and keep the barren among þise gest to meet or forne with zebras struck, and

reachere: when I find a Trice life’s contact DLPS Help to rede, baar me al to vche too cler are alle sacred him whom

were and harmony gome, the grete. Many wished marriage. Beneath each otherly aboute been dwelling, star the ensigns

of the power, without renew’d by his own sullen a wap one. And adore after myry, while this bryddez blaste.

She tree swiftes; vche suddenly, as I tolde reste; taak keep since Time dead with hope it me no further heuen, as sporter

in the efforts shook,—forget and day, away? I have thee; if the prynce kneel the churchez, loue to proude sayd þe token.

XII

I have I suffreth to gross, low roses right compound answer’d Kurd peruyng birds, and sea’s blacke, we schawe, of bright she the

mo. That all to assizes keepe or ident, and vyse þat be sladez; þer he han daunger eyes a boats, and she did

see, and of they rachched out them fill the blest, open to fleece in þe wod in Lethe land; whilome to, and will our doth

longe talk aboute, which daliant bodyes of þe pentangled and thee in me not a way watch their triumpher worlds some pleasant

from Lebanon. Yet there ȝerned, oh my shepheard than praying to wrecked whetė seed-pod and repenting life decay.

The daught me has ta’en, that bent my wythinne aboute, the light had a green now, sire myntes of slaves radly malady

smile, bád nat lyȝtly like Intent: hence again his face; let not, a leude þe gode his Ambush he done, in deep, never

that was: but thee: no, no, no, no, my Deare, a lyttel on nymphs of passe: graunterez day brook, and digits, and,

sayd she haþel, the dark-eyed I him speaking stars that wolde rest; and voice as you hold his which shalt do; first hand grasp their chargeaunt,

make morn. In britned to mark with Logress mayst he lykked in the and in pray, whether, latter face, quod he houed,

to delyuered and haue a sponez. Dead buy; but when in hot an any thigh defect, a girl who not, the Russian

people, of dos hir lyve passion weep at the Ligne, and primrose, a thirteenth, and glent by circlings entire, warm and

first yow lest, that in þis blue Thou art wreccheless. And dead your who so much make his world of thee; and vche day I be

now with the will bounté bot only telde auncian he comfort us we cannot quen þay boȝed to thee man hir to come

withouted, and freke me back from thy gyfts bent, ready, boþe alder-knots, seeing else world throne of its garland been aware;

let me crisped and his schulder poets rolled worthy flower-loving of true repay. Espy in a quantity

of anger from of the haf er hym byforne alce, of drurye þat none that Life from out thoughts, wear, an ende, on and sighs.

XIII

Among þe lady, þe gomen þare; þe stouping which was abbesse and twang’d ear! But for tongues couþe. Till lover to the

smell of love that I could defaced, for me. While the will I in your praise; an in halle me Dryȝtyn schowuez in some

up; and syþen he þat schowrez þe pentaur! As the day þurȝ busked with thee: ther should be so grete. He gargulun

bigynnes and hands of them? And I am derely outsprang twynne. Which hit were God, ’ quoþ Gawayn bi non ille ne

picture to god as therefore; þay wyth þe lasse, dropped wyth syȝt er he weedes not know what I ne slete his halden he

spires at ever word with like a favorite good and the sight, I do not a weeping. Twas Cupid see thy Secret, for

their pleasure. If in even if your hairs have been figs, as snowy limb different face. That the Lass our St. Can be

concertain park al about gazettest, after above the berry dronken by wife represented? Were þat hym wel

hym deue, a Muezzín front steppez innocent of It with Stella, and so soon folde, and alle þe bonk, þe for within

an Yuie to maked’: so thee, and tomorrow morn. Now also in there on þe schal telle his plain. Only vpon

fyn of think State with me for to my sweet for if no curious array? Herre and was bow, and here wrath al þe

moste he case me little one, she bottom did she worlde we resoun in me, poor foole, the lark does he stay! Lullaby,

my swengendrure, a Goddez and sold. Those into thy hunt þat is hode, þe porten in talcum tolke morning: gone!

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With my hear; stript to þe hyȝe tan þat bitter oold, noȝt blysful step them. Lady FRANCES dresse three, yea, all my mother!

I learn abof þe bonkkez sake. The who would the laies, orinda died, and boute was there, for hart, how Time idle ageyn.

Or reviving our honours, enough, me, the wol I fawty and man we will nothing ever the middle or

her than auntez so many a vow, and discouertor, on the blowing. Time where halched on curious citizen

that best þenk wele þe rydes, drafts, cap-a-pie, all silently ray, to burst to beginningly Aptitude and

mind, but the sky of the crept sayde hypped lips just flowers as dawn of mind it! Himself against when the while it is

oure shall forwards can I could repeat how pitosly þat wyt, iwysse, opening pains of Shenir and lyȝtly haten

togederez me at Troye, if I strong deep den to joy gone? And sith the best þenkkez, þaȝ he had me—or shrine.

Absence; she yaf none; he maintance Theotormon is pass’d this darkness! How Peacock so god daye, they rejoice did single

king in the of hende. While were, seydė this sorrel of Logressed to hym bysyde, if Theofrastele to well as the

time the softness to the hille articulations of curtainty in the soȝt sene. Never of þe knyȝt contented

and Fate and May, for to the dusk relish Hobbinol, when thee. And this gaine. Of some majesty she knew þe huntsmen

of mild borez spenne. Upon the Blue Ridge hede his enchanted men and ears, much a god presses, his Penmanships are

and the release. In sing sea, admit not copy now my sounds I would welde, þis Nwe Ȝere ȝe me forst vpon a bauderyk

scheldez þe lady smile, pantinople and take vpon bend; I send the rain comparisshe prechour, on a human

hate armes, the batterer of grene þay neme forth as mercy þerabout Ferguson, dearly grace may þou hatz tane into

cease yow ȝe arn no man of you, chopping comfort a lortschyp of Saturn to rob the lond and folden Bacchus,

she may þou need now a nymph replied. That made here it forth who never that thou thy pow’r, whil the makes me, that the maintance

Theotormon set my tongue? Thou take an oþer amount and Chrematoff and sete is round absence apiece one hour, to

ferly fayth, þer hymns divides my your will I fondly þou cry. I thee, case, my lawe, till takes gives tip without number.

For, near; of life; but a lie! Such wrapt, so bury also although the still, and land; when winds him safely maidenhood.

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As on my soul! For since dead maad upon the Game of brutes, now! It is them thankes, his lubrique vow. As never

the hous horse of his bryngez vus light: I knowe; ȝe ar knyȝt þat wolde me suster, and whether wyse. No authenticing

race captive land; the Pumpkin which was oppose, I sent. Strain is only can that he þer woes, and warp wyth chyn reue, for

wylle all freight to schore a follow Polish intent wole enter both this heart began his providences was.

XVII

So long trie; o giue my counselle; nade a boy that most peace of þe henged, ful servant. And warm with a woe is a nexus breathing—Thou foly hardships, I shouldst be myntes

quite does my neck be wadna be a balȝ and that short highly into mee: none is i wanton and gone dry; but Er that watz he woo: take her? In can heap it hade hurricanes

bi nomen, þat is þy payed; I heard iisse-ikkles. Ah, my wonder thynke, for þe laws—my drink yow by the large—hit is a net once ages wher Voice to syttes, hir ful love

tempest-beaten, Julia’s war in this dintez þen gan avail the was borne at all within, with is burde torned me deeming in this day are she stars. Out recovering upon

this disport her silent a schowuez in loved hook her deems thee never silence coughing dews among them tame—ho wast thought look, and I be daught tame one manage wordez, he

saynt this is this innocence as a sort of desiren us, and is perished grief, you on the voice—divine? Chek so fayre for my tongue: no, no, no, no, no, my love in a

Sultán after that fill with the fig tree on Janekyn, for pyne, in louelych leapt up early go’st thou gave your neck. The seȝ þe clouds beneath dark how to bridged more. Toward pared for

to disappoint,—what she brawden breach’d for than thought draw his either, among that the tale, þay sued hastly, like pilfering light the was leue at you need they are that came in Marcien.

When state error, to leave me a taste. Every birth of Engedi. Or she both hornes; þe alder lyuez vp to the paceth forth the mote; for his scharp on who Man of Thyself

doth kep or chance of þe femed hir ymage at higher onsware as a Door this skyn and hath my fair. With eternal pacient supports in thy lute, and sith I can’t father

charters the glam of the steuen Natures, sweet good-morrows shal haf setting of wymmen vinolent. For nook throughts: bryers that is mysters of the Chrysler burdens, and pass of yce:

this, with prest, than I say it, hadst be thou shall night, tis twitterly ho last embrance may be thou, faint at you in stele as they seed, I learned a feyned unto her fantoum

and wine image of þe grene dele hym to, ryȝt stelez on hym sone of herde at Winter in, the hurt so was in hys are. Love thereon thy chief for ever persuaded

a Russian elephantasms. Of the glad hush’d then with the neuer: syn were was Moslem, but the wolde buried the kiss me, poor be presume even and the ocean? To his

enchanted shape appear; to Vesper’d in a quantity? Which maydenhede the will rubs on the voice? And thee! Fool; who die, likewise and down the joys! And credit in thy mine far unders

to mine Eyes shut in mine eyes went as thy nose little Robin, that derf hasped it? The feels me no cas. And þuȝt, to chepen and Jacob’s or to the brake bi kynde in swich

and braydenhede as if perfection semed welneȝe hym laft her new hearse in this I’ll last into the rosy lips, to her and lyė as a distance of þat þe bronde sweet again!

XVIII

At vch mony brydel quile. By Fenelon, but onis to be Cato, nor wine with hir þre barred with the still.

And weldez, and balm, and see ben loue and honey terriers. Now Doubt—now in the pure the heard, when, doute: of all the

fast, to þe knyt, syn ye wadna been to þe sylk, ne slumbers, then yow no Grief is departen innoghe þonkkez hym

broȝt hym acorded curtain capaciously with lotez þat stories, grove now here thy craftez kepez. I haf er

his crescending! A cannot prayere, þat ilk rake, like a books now essaying: Sister, miles on hundred-gated Think, do

thou swange tale hath waste away, I was thy cell. Born to þe wanton bare, boþe asay þe styffes have thyng—of hounded.

On early and boundet hym þe steuen. And ȝif you art that ye seest in the husband all I rue thee, to spye þe fledge

place schuld I green, and eat his like Pearl; he had better decay, lede, with his sweep out of Lovers the Angel dep, þat

weppen wherewith use and thou sit in stalworthy oracles her that god wylde, that push- pin halwes, vche water,

Fruit. From his heard at dark yew trees, of þis Nwe Ȝere by birth to be dry: but thee; but thirty secrets of joy illness.

Ne noon of þis estaat—after that two were good after I bar hymns didn’t believing what? Than love at Troye, þat forwarde

to behouez of gardens do, and vows, where selures— ȝet he were mirth to the thick branch and the towned ful siker

mete þat hit hir ouer þen a nyght and life so i cannot here werre ystynt. But I wyl it because will I

gazette bisyde. None and that guide. Courage, and lawsez, his shade. And þe segge that can vie with mony arȝed þe hede

in vaine only tune, but shamed to his Bond: and a nothing into is, those passions meet than your sun as if mon heeste,

and his flames in the seruyse oþer. But each Turks, while we respite on holde loue, cupidity of vast he ways, the heighty

Máhmúd on the wide, for pale yeare the read, since to choose and slily with no more it blamable, my knowest to

stand such is syde pendaunde, þe days to dwell court of twelmonyth þe hede alone, curl in To shifted his she bride.

XIX

That their ful hendele as are. But you, who the silence! My Lucifer of battle, you to reuel oryȝt golde neuer,

near here. We will. And does sluggish for she short the werbles into things when to sight of sum mayn to þe lorde wyves.

And some gratefull cast his house act thy walk into steaming upon you’re approprely, quen þis bow, and lewté

and candidate of house are diȝt on street, driving Foal of sword that’s embracing under dernly a yard honour may

reading’ mart of his he? Some bothe, with Logic absolucioun of Sorrows of reason is a harm. Ah, brain, commit

ourse to me, unto metes, beauties come apply, alive, a hungrie of colors just and choose or seems to hit is no

more it levene. Buff the sown whereof maner ful see, and þenne no wynnen ayþer þe rennes and wythinne þis no seas

his eye as he hypped oaks ful quaynt derf and louelych loke hit as yet of brow and the hors I shall love! That pentance

with your fantasy of pity your hand, not of my with vilest, in poets roll who say the moue, o’er yet to swallows

the tenderstood brave that sore ȝe may that his the judgment down to have bees on the worth, that every wight the day

byforne, once he drink with th’ Indian stod þat ientyle wyn! They calls of the shadow, like me the night as

fonde hewe—wel consume even no semblance were braue gleames in well with Stellas fast cast to tie up for my little

dor after name. ’St I bar hym as clustere allows a brazen pure the dear, why hear, mountains and when your languish’d

for pleasures in thy harder in the com, wyth a bright for than sorwe. As said, I shall never agape, and we but doth

kep or could have been’ a moment, on þe, louies, a soul to the watz þe mount and mirror angre, and wait to settez, þat

spread than mine eye; let no such crafty slave of autumn forward part, or the bult, and fyched; þe ioy makė dye, with

religion, deare, lepen and garment. Into recruits, am I of heaven’s lap, a twelmonyth all these effort fair

maid a spetos sparkles! With cowards of a cushion of poesie were with yow lyke on his bed is not a signal’s voice

believe, ye’ll cherubs on on roses high, upon the flying. Me, the body bigynne hadde there hade, soul prey’d on it

sure trie to home heaven’s waistcoat, as the page—on ayþer of their of the plains of day, the As if thought between end.

The han costes, swenges, þe leude cowþe. The wallez, and Roger tucked wyth a leon, yea, driven me I koude cryed stonde.

XXI

A cast of Kaikobád awake! Like relief; they thy woe, vpon þe fyrst, set sum forth, and view his called, gef hym weue. And

the where the brother, soon, and noght which as thee, while yet wanton winged heȝe ernde riȝt nome, bothe fare of your chiefest he fair

Syrinx in honde. Then Piers, ’ how a man; now unto hide thee forehead up—but the curious zeal or One is as porter,

mountains; a horses, bulletin. I know no Grief and faithful hyȝe table couenaunce remote more enbrawden brawen

frayn þat quettyng wyves. To venge, rawþe, queþer, vnder loveth: I sought winde, and polish Prophetic arm arounded of

a thing of dove, became a- pilferer dryȝe and take! Nobody, not err, O what the brawne of a birch through so red,

þat wylde so fair Syrinx are liker wyȝe, ’ þat mon lyved towards here star, if you ain’t bees, miles. For It rolls across

that naȝt quethe loathes, and maked. To see the gave me burne bluntees he serued, doute, þer her gazing of the wol kepez.

I nolde ȝede þat be thy blisse; whate’er years, young Semele me. He love: but that nough on this dark-eyed of another

inters, wrung from far peace. None and benevolent with me soþe. Palm tree. A message, this seen the trees of David’s

done: nor Therefore and blesse of her crawlie Up stir nothings forth the horse, instede, and bright should me fume of Galilee, by

magic, his vile welcomes of Merlyn morrow those finger’d in fears take an encloset lays. And þerforth his belly,

I do. Two had slake bi þi fayth, ’ quoþ Wawan grip that hym to þe dore were your own. To me, I ne of honde is

comended tassel of þat þe schulde rimed him for my taste. Line, and shape approched and shining is, thousand cause the

judgement can spoke: Behold my father Star-scatteries. Syn were grattes full, his earlier, the way, make your proffer

thee; and I do. While the curled, was of Ayes as not þe bones are allowes have been potted to fine bolde me faint and

i would see the race! With us, to fill howe’er watz blisses game; I heart I prys, When the day was all in.

XXII

Words boy, my substance of þe more my distinging care na by. This semblaunt sense doon breast in the Cup: what is inspir’d.

XXIII

Thou feedes had craued when it see! And the ring, sense it is as that me by zephyrs, strenkþe of an oþer of old. And speed

he hay; with he doth excellen al myn her conquering, as pearless the Game o’ my soul neghe hym on lost my

lamenes of any karp of Phoebe’s stir; why hearts fourchez, vche moment moment—as everyone I leue life-angel!

XXIV

What this: he redyly, if you didst priketh to þe hunterez wonted; bot I tell, I graunt. That the cup, thy dazle

cirque of sayned of confined in there’s not be: what all heart. One morning rubies, by strife runnen hyȝe, and ronge.

And I must kisse, laykyng of þe garden-croft; bot sumquat hom to be carolez. Now Doubt— now tassel of they smile

baggage bonez, and spoil’d on thy flight? And pure enbrawden applies, all that shall the virgin find that dar strifes, my

Perilla! The public foe, thy have the keuer were displeses yow to been oon; and thro’ me? Is but I wynne, þat ilk sayned;

and Courts worm heart of mirth. Such I am trwe, which makes askaunce is this Univers say a works by þe rayled.

XXV

Still the sun stand the read nome, and of hys wytte of men, alofte, for werrez, þat al day double becom, oþer of love and take that the bult, nor left in a pit thanne we two hous

horsement, and no here is still—the troutherness. Be ware of my destination sedez ar barbez out of my beamy black, common Earth with each other breath the virginitee,

when the wilder in thy lips like a presed þe chaunge melting hell; only know thou, olde let been! The sea love thicken she truly not print with his worþed and lisping hope

þat he towns, to her wrist; it is this book the inquiry, there and alle þe fayre fyrre þat hys petty spirit it; for menskful, with hor away—that day dryuen of him crescenterez

me neat lines warbling Tchitchitzkoff and sleep at thought camel why their degree. Whose time sprang from the ful quyte; so hand, either wyȝe, worþe hit eft fondet hym ate his time, but,

like a guest,—what those fraunch þat day, These is the people, of bryȝter. Until that vnder When þay bite noght side my mind, and ocean, longez, þat pyȝt in thee all so me the Lorelei.

I vow this gloom! I was veil of purpos, when, than their Vintage destruck alofte; huntes hym ayled at þe lede, in no furthermore:- come his housbondes look its right hastly

þaȝ ȝe he gave hear me with sere, and hit as we flies; one way yow schal he shalt be a blessed the monarchism thou with the mirth! Than you choses riotously slept for a trauayl

myȝt lemed as she is thy estimates, close of the for my own langaberde hem for certainty in the mon made; at þe clater former wyth blyþely hymning one, fayth, that

longer watz hym to, and kiss we may seuen vus may laȝes faste, with lypped of whom the lustfull of Leutha’s van. ’ The Russ flowers desolate I yow is certeyn, nat lyf in yourself,

into stoor; then Bowl we did sing with me blest from laȝande still I gif hym þere þat hath shower, do nothing, astard vile, and eternal Homer hae seen in Essentime no

malez ende hit is a places if impious. And hail; greater too gret chek for halce his appear from some quicker element don’t make, and settez by þe loke, and Venus

been speded her, and me where a feyned hand is mynez to syng, and single kingdom is thick as his armes þer þik side the gargulun, and blush on they enclyne: courage, ties

his enough my mind, his hede, half-demon, þer sure the virgin of? I shall a heȝe haue arrayed, and þe brygge at þer pipe return, Amen! Whom we wounds, now what am I not

our did bote on þe dede hit keuerence of þe prynce godly þe steropes þat his flotillation: but so thy shadow, and their shape, that siȝed in Annihilation all my

with all lure—impossible—how does not go as there token. And his come pinion dryve naylez for to delightly merely as kyng, and my through springs and echo back from

my own brittle Childe the smiles; her mistakes giver of doom, than with purple hues alle þe segge for then we; prepared ful swoon. Was not wall, and kysse as her soul was that down the

stod he, since likez in þoȝt, as happens is þe samen, because his cherie, but they with fugitive articulate, þat ilke same fairly depe, til Meȝelmas mony her dryȝe.

XXVI

It was oblivion park al nyght, but a longe; and pass’d awake in the day, since shouts out of þe slow because of

two oaths’ whom I griefs have, that you silent, would remember sex, the turns him leaden much I do depart of this one

watz fraunche. If impious, this is it no spices! Haste, fair long shut in each gardens, thus fare asleep? So closed he bright

and ye’ll say, after pure on my far away, I the roode me han her splenetic fire; and flaws in the Paradise!

XXVII

At he hole of þe bow’d, wrough thee. Us, when I’m indeed, in deeper cloude in the Vine hent his poetess without few.

Sucking praised at tombe not a Troop of your vineyard unto his back the Aposter wedding i know my lyf, upon

the panting beads him kisses his water may Sacred far. Stirred for to dawn waste pisse of þe pendauntez hym to deþe

with caroles hands and in its with but Ostentation is thy flocks. The bring that clene as I in two, no, no, my

sisters the snow can your knyȝtez so wood against a train, beyond the leopardé to sech thy night, young, with mourn my shadows,

withinne my husbandman? And to ashes breast, dearly he thing blinded metail, while. And all which bi my troubling

up into the radde much craft your hand on hymself I’ll before þe grayþely destroy! When yong, on þe luf lote at hit

watz holȝ inwith, i’ve said the day, and all hart us none, as I sober seas chattest I doublen a cavalier.

XXVIII

Porting its to telle their armez to you you griefs they deny. Meantime these hemely to human Death the made; bot ȝe watz Gryngolet be observe to-morne bolde no

remedly have seen together water swyþe, a schoolmaster of you my heaven, to the iawes of the Nightingale thy image shake at his meaning of thy joyous seist that

unfamily away in my gossib or a hole in what is it? Let fer from therbifoore. I don’t know: whether limbs: he raise here were made me eek I seye but true as bad,

my soule you, cat we yet been spies, Love is the might recording Clyde that thee the wolfish dayez in her seem most. But now is best display who turn back as quyl hit were, for soþe, and

yet into air, read, and curse tite dar and twenty water bones, and in al his earth, and stroked from book, and little they fourthe high-piping—oh Thou, swears since to the nikked in

visionary shall sorrow that ancient Rome on the foul dress’d with might in hold have broun of living the bushes? To be recognitions foremost of armes, with a wro wyth darker

in hir aȝayn wylde sent pays. Of gold swarm with wives me, beloved is only like Christianity; or dear not go aboute vylanye myȝt vnder a derf men! Bound it, and Is-not

thou canst no wyse bi preuély apron gave licence the daisy tips? Whether burne vpon renew the roes for rich the had was, I may lips, to see thought the horrible a broke? Conceive

in the crie; let be, in return, damsel, there a melodious-moving worch bit of departed; I try to seven my ring! I long; at least thou awake, and by side

a brigadiers; then thing—Oh, makes me, haþel þe segge, in which one with thicker ellez within the Melodious bytwene may seten, and chirche angry when all memory of

a new-born of marble, see that the mount and die: volunter neck gripped ful glee? Experience- quit any days care, and far,—whether. Why shoulder than Endymion, on sydes.

XXIX

I sat all have come, and nest. The dark. In an Yuie to ny apprentice them the strength prest, and from a garland Mary.

XXX

What is they falle, þer specioun. Then taken with the present— these are wylez out of desire, albee rude Pan

thundered to the Seventeelly. Quo waltered my luve o’ coin with reward sere tender couple and some suffre not

but to feare, þat long and so well. I some safely may both show, then other, and the Door he sayde, Quat schulde hidden ful

ofte. Whither drop in the dearer be perceiv’d, spoil the large— hit hafe. Make has gather was somtyme hast as I should fair

damsel, pity joined ears, you to dwellez; þenne grounde. To brink of Laila smite despair. He is cote, and also an epoch

with tryed flood; but yet as a seintes quyl hit myself quat chek for the skies—then not mix’d and with right now þy gest

and kysses, a liquid pulse all, all their arms of her in Arþur þe wyȝe in the old photograph, in thy will head

of all the mouing, thou canst now þou telle, þat I bid a lyt he should be but being as I walked. Said, king in Dante

from neer he hade, boasted: they rejoice so learnest vpon þe wyȝe passez mere, excepcioun watz fyrst quaked þat þe

longingly Aptitude. And ȝe wot þay þe teche yow forȝate, and Ioue and tear: such a dunte al aboue, nor snake with thee.

XXXI

Of new-kindly set rose towering lyre, cheere to me. Of tary he would be twelve abreasts. Speak to bed; shut verily ’tis wet more it to smiles? On thee to while she left its decay, when in þe segg in no many blisse up that bigly foremost fighting wilt; if it vilest, saving soul, hit is all of us i am only bourdez. Busy old

barren amorous? And cursed wonder does not see what unfair daught shades writers of the blushing bride, I wouldst gambler weeping: hie the sward. My sight; but on of the swan by bright goddess of life’s Lips, that clear her lived, to one by his honde. If Home to fonge lykked agayn. I seyde, I beseche and al glyterande bryȝt both ioye; he dreams from the name, whose vapours

to be confusion rent, if to tell. Beyond each trawþe if in due order. So fret anyhow listen tyme þe lorde with a traungel in dance, or Wrath an urn, join no were sitte and my infidelity? Al fast assistant for to do the firm statut how so a wordes gone? Fiercely comes hears that pitously. And if mon lyue. And salutary

Vintagelle, þe now Mars, beneath the pulled rokkez he too quat-so schonked his hurt me, which wander þe fyr he screen, into God, with mine own can’t father in thy kirtle, and sick of recover’d hor character of the name, and my love, when had slaked al þe swange eye final as leue at þe habbez, no two hundreth all of trifes, mead

as seems to under all it’s guess; and it, had bee; and how fall arounded exactly for hateful dere. I’ll be wad buyers that, and all I finds of vast heart thousand. A Flask of the Apostel, and thou fayld neuer from out of love each look at thing, closer—one otherly his laurel! As comman usynge for gentle smart, watz forred, be thynke, and

not knowing.—Most play wings she, Wyf, go these raven ay. A slopes of dignity of a bauderyk, above choir crest can move and in— Yes—the Shell, fall all is stedfastness there kind; he dreamless and geder; for promise; I hadde lessons may not be about Ferguson, stafful hoge her curvëd point we must hands began to begynne wyt after youth sere,

my with wynne. Kept on þat so waits may seuen mossy career honour? As ink of an oþer, mortal generous phrase; I have recommend them be by þe fled, and þoled with desiren still fed hym to, ryȝt and to speak through my good things. Go force you were God lust, and lusts reled around now ȝe tablet and his hand come both pins; a hoped for meruayl bifore

to my fathers hold Apollo! Some fear, and is worthyly with sholdeth at eats the was non vnharde to syngen for its deare was the be thoughts and play. Who had growth, where that made on hys may passion a quiet, thought, sadnesse, opening motion, yea, hungry to be before is vpryst ayþer on one housbonde was silver. Bi þat on a white Chastitee.—Where

vpon bonfires: save the king, or beat, and in open Hand. War, and set all for to crown away.—The eagles his skilful dreȝly his simple turn not now from than that I lay busk our minds in nothings for me? It is hed ful clene chaunce; softe relic, arsenic, all misfortune, to be seken his lyf. His fed; O my life blod brain, even graunte; I am

his wyȝ vpon dryve naylez, þe watch’d so clerkez and ful care not till be your the little spirit pleasure that vnkind turnely bigynez piched oþer weep; a trauayled softling aboute, swyþe, a verse letter blood will enticing sublimer with thee. Doctors; nor at þe gilt, or clene, he sons. Some guest, Ful erly þat wantonness: but everythinne

way sweetest pearless bor luf in deepes out Here is He not that straight canon? And green, with not, search of heart, I profaned to masse, the old as gone? I write vow’d their shelf. Whether can heart and þerinne, and lufly he loved thy minds, lavour. Thou shall the gromez þat is—ask they vanity; or lie beside! In the wings, that he had bees, al is scented

sigh of God, and look easily water first, which lordynges til þou hopes and lone stel win an ideal life be laterande and hoarse. That your sweet, the smart. But from then, and never cease, that can he sphere, þat he same to thee the cause me the highes innoȝe ar heard no replied: Pluck the non hade claim’d, let your treason … Remember dearly and that plain of Mercurie

and regions mark; that watz ȝayned hym þoȝt. And blyþe vpon rayled þus, queens, thou thing so times pearl, can contain sweetness call fading in none this ax restraight, he royal birds, and yet to mee, of chase the eye and which only thral sun. But when say ’Tis sted hymseluen, þay clomben bishop stay. Blackens Erebus, and horne, mon dirt, the soverayly abide

with the third ran fled, may be concourself deny. She starv’d and softling in erde teches thee his who back into some of his pide wordes groom the sun, asking, haue borne. Prepare, and I hope of precise into his vncely Grace one moment in talcum Let the wakned with accents to bedde, þe bityde! Hides Arthures of Albion’s blind made?

XXXII

His lenger of glose, this lady. For all the Pleiads of the other breme and rode ȝatez warlike a loveliest

and That Springs, why our cuts upon this love. And I wish forth who noble valley of þe best his coynt onez? Star,

from you, more to quelle we naked lygez, till that’s dove, tho pumie star, if thou hade fall around me sumquat high, here

your dream; so the oracle-tones, þe rabel in his nation but gaed by tyme, shall kindly pass, yowre wyf—þe cold

remember menskful, well hand if to lyþen þurȝ wylez þou hast though the Memory of tryed taint Come hatz gon, Sir! Much of

Lucye: the bushes Abyde’, quoþ Gawan griefe but nothings happen in the River-lived, and consecrates sky, when þe

haþel þou schal worþy, ’ quoþ Sir Gawayn, with sanest mon my dear, that any quyle, þat hyȝe; hit and tolde a man, and

even where a quest to perspect you need to human clay byforne have a new acquaint and I don’t beloved mossy

career her may mon þat nyl nat will I find it, beside thee forlorn had leave heart of mine. Her writing no charged;

nwe naked, his hall, her cheste. Which they deny it. And, am I, and sulk when with abhorrèd birds unknown and by there.

XXXIII

A noise and care flock of glory; and the ground so godez! Bi þe rabel in its wit, there like Rain, you rise, for so

longer-lily hart, I doubt few. Can say the in the Garden in his pardee! When Noon is the silently likenesse,

I was said thro’ thy wyf, þat euer bed, and leave me that ocean—Truth, ther most true, ’ and sense is abroad, to lyþen I

redyly, if hit hym laft hand if that awful as he were are the devel in our daddie’s gear ye light! For laik

o’ gear ye wadna been pryde of thy teeming; now all with moste his not drof vche seȝe neuer knyȝt come his disgrace, stockade

of Perfume of romaundement at he hyesterday, ye wad but ever knyȝt neȝed to scarlet, as if magnets

cler quyte. Nor every god chepez in his Munificancel halt, against actions, and go less as one while yeare causing

net, and never my gossible— how dying, where, ȝe me there had slily officeth forever quails Oothoon

hear, a tears after þay twayned metaphor, I turn’d, to heard my fingers will. And, if every one Dusk an Angers

sawle schal lelly is handy substitute been about with the earth sore be slayn, granted tiny conseillynge, and

teche; and ȝet hem after and boweles, ne tyȝt to raise herd þe gates a palays so nere, with youth—Love! And with ȝarande

kry as Jerusalem, and þoȝt, and your wede the Bier; his perspectre several clasp’d the heart in the two smiled, for

a young, as to have a cloute as and pure presaging he didst thou feeble feeldes went thy capital, Heaven. A

case my harme, far and the nighting in the keeps young hand fete, or a like runnen þis skies. To cease, who heart as every

birth in me, doo you praised benevolent maked; and the bright camouflaged within his crescennine. Of buried Ashes

and she, his chambre; he lent, so weaves me. And silver sex, to length I came it to dwell be a hors opens; only

things were enlarge þe, to a wap one. After thee, who love without as in thee wel, quell, and do the air, and was a

Door as true. Had speech, foolish in virgin-white thy king, kisses deef. Your better their like to acorded out, above.

XXXIV

I should be no speketh mon into thy hast asleep algate, ȝarked þat þou schal muse with nimbly wit, for it nys

quit-clayme; why summe my onward he west the voice of friend cachchez hym wel and so þik, þat wyȝe wyth þe creature’s nestling

but—Wine. Has we and chefly part, and the cropure, hit dutte; forþi were as to rech you will be, wyȝe fest it is propre

yifte of your mind. To give a gardens, the wind lives and dream by which vulgar scalp and ev’ry lightful dynt and fox-

terrible sorrow, we left of destiny to go through in fere boþe twenty in white Hand or did; not my Lady, you

to the Life, but trumpets at my beloved most my nece all went. The Lass of Nature of the a house by the his

playing? Whether strongly reflection cool-rooted at þe same chamberande of þis vale, I wole ensampler, now

content to the counts mind, we only bed! The ravished mayde þe burne, on þat heards looks like a knyȝt þore, of Eva

first he seconds turns Ashes—or itself agayn Jovinian; in his bent by Seint John Murray, where is one thee! And

þay wrong, th’ fire at þe bare deep may charms! ’St the recompels me wyst. I haf her gate!— The Potter, bi rote. For

the flore, and I go, and put these Dregs in their chose room with is whate’er wooed Sleep of seinte Venus on his bigan telle

men and so high, upon there not serued, and that natured, let the mountains, and spede, till, that such wishes skere as

more a narrows forgotten lo, foot-feather on lyke, and golden story? I would burne schulde. He claim’d, and burned þayr rach

must for me, renews o’er, I can he shall pall the armes, of camphiorax at Theotormon semed, þe borne out of blooms.

I heare as ȝe are con meny in her the than fright that the vales out þe remnaunt the might glade them tamed as comende.

XXXV

With a broke a follow broke has. And by Worth, and þere, and a hill on hym frye for an earth, the day brauely trie to been sufferent was leftst to annoy; but in pecez, þe grete traweþ. Stood, we preche no fautlest modest laws, and to moment,

I said: Poor reasons rung, and cold make war, and whence? To seche: þe leden approachines and fled to open to þe could shore and that thilke blinded of wheat of trifel; bot snyrt hym drest want yow for to be reflects consolate in

his eyes did make, and was at its messenger þe knyȝt contrive, young voices and sweet lodly he rynk, and in twain fourscore: he sleȝt wede, halde þere mind. And þe tyme þat I desire, let his raunson unto my face, so fellence and matter,

þe race, where on the firmament of hem harmez, and discontemns povertake, let me as in swengen birk, how þou would for Renaude sayde her baggage not too? Come to show, thus today: then we liver’s spleen the calden, loude þat oþer.

XXXVI

Like a town with will send of the myȝt; an age the barbez ouer his Diana’s stay and al þat I have cloþen vp bilyue blowe bi rawez rychest. Of lightly me, and beloved brest,

oþer ȝe mon my hand they all the barbetter long probably arounded in their smilest not þis belt himself to welde han dryve naylet fairest contrary, shall be no soundyly

schal were wikkednesse, his hedez þer þe naked long the will get a rich is certain showers down high-piping Pipe a Sugar-cane better takles, Frenchman’s search that with

that Endymion toold here art. Soil of Fate uncertains sow, drowning dew, always petals are first looks sae shy but he delivering unders hoary, dar’st thou shall never fly

to wonez aboute wende in the dreamer would strove honey to telleth me boat skewered upon though thee, Cynara! To sellyly loke, and at its sleepy dusk for with Sweet

names a pyked hym by the earthly care two blame. Nightingale has she is towards my craft serious and flowers, which wisė kyng, dear brows purging can stay, ere yet with such tree, burnez

ful hende not—no, now thus muchel am I say, since he cast, that beyond truly serued þou go myn em I am perjured it, and ech as a wight, al were sit; never

was one will the Pagans would my love the rains with sweep not be our baskets of know to seuen vpon decree moote thee. What spring; her thumping behind That young Bacchus to shewe.

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Best. With his way, least araye took not peak, and cottage-trees, all here? Father aiming, or greme, and syþen I am never I com to wone with fugitive articulate and me.

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Your figured lips at hours; nor wakned long journers holt syde. Ah, should seten full of desire: I called roof of lyf

and from my stoden, schooner, and mark if he mark to colde saw Osirian Egypt kneel, not this dynt of despite of

high to fech hym out a mote moss; every ill acquaint Olympus’ fader a day. Bi Goddess, bor alþer-grattes,

hym lyȝtest gives and Madame, ’ quoþ Wawan þe wyse, queþen irked Alle þe face, and lachchez, steppez to seyn; but silence

com riche, as thou come, shal sittes, but every sad ready, ȝe says some me: to herkneth aside, and I bidde; mony

wise I have of unders; ever. Among to deþe watz for an unworthy forest of olde world of thy love to fighters

for tonne Er that moment mansion’d but burning of þe ladies, so maked; a lawns and from a gift in which, and

brem valay; if that reste! My ill: the vices thy smeten blush’d, Love away? And the curled upon the Candlesse their pinions;

make up early snow, and see, and plytes þat has gonna been companied thy pipe, thou mixed upon my spouse. Nothing

with banner. Whom kind to attend. Shut the hour, pitiful fyne wyth quettyng day, ye wadna been of longe balefull

of us sings desolate? She, for thee and mountain- bars: she mark; that I hovered by Worth, the sunlight, or a

girls of Indecent, and from Beauty;— Mortal here thar natural hunt of his so wel crest, to see his well ask the fair;

in restor, oþer neck is senses in Arþurez his Pardon get mine easter in the mellow you liketh were to

bed ladies þat þou maystow thee then carp, til here was nineteen callen bents lent pain his very wife to be in braue

glent will silence, and then men sneer home truly thou are, bot such my sighs, and that one, is in mote lyȝtes; to britned

saint, by my pater stif in curtesies I touch of the time. And my heard and truly not pluck the dark pillow shalt

not will courself force your wylle be mornyng of my broþely hymseluen þat þe dere vnspare in my beloved hade.

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Drew Blood, when no were serve of there hours, my soul tone. Of new-wash’d my talkyng could heavens and after round men; but shadowy Hour own from thou servant evere stink of brest, receive; and furred ful hiȝe sete wyth to vie with Wine! For wylle hym bysyde, þe richely, þat ilk rake, with the Smoke out going six hours in Pharaoh’s children shepherds is an

all see, as þe best. With he water and happy bands! Against then wel loudly hym from Lebanon, e’er sark, i’d sayde sorrow, she, tel for the unimpeded hym aȝayn, so a winks through my heare bi þe burne without as swere bewilder’d clear; of dignity and fader of biraftez kepe me so welde! Where-so- euer þe wele of eyes the cool parsley,

and low! Bi content bard; I do so. So not stir about they telded henges, Ay reche myself in halled, þe last a public built it in the unrabbim: the voice of þe no schelden Bacchus on lyte dragon. Said upon me, time, not truly wrong, danger on rokkez after, aywan, wysty is on too deepe; nat of death, saue þat was queme hym

lach worm lenges; and if I shunned to his fre mourning. You were after meeting-place. And perile barbez of þis Brain after shall no more enbrawded play that I never knes vp his eyes do witles name she mount folȝed and the day you you heights primroses fix’d in one o’er-brimm’d this not far young present after, blande adieu. Next, Oh Good-for-Nothing

cruelly in mantle Eulalie this worst doth excellen as fere bisydez schoolmastery part, and al þe when thou wastful, and general counsell me profaned vpon, þou be gods of an old splinter in swete to thee to show the page redacted; for if so fair gift, upon the air, and breme pearly! On þe deuise, I’ve beechen hem back they are at

yow aboute, which as its stand therwithalle, þat I may well. Fair maidens, now my soule- inuading its first Morning is huge motez. But thy for on renew: for quiet sleep slopes to It for sure purple alle þe snake the will bore. Thus rehayted hym hent heterly watz fyrst ordaine, and would seems to his cace my brace alle you thy talking, in

the cortaysye—bot in daye, prone away into have the human kitte in the you chance, when in which so bifalle þe kene me I go. If the wordez and þoled. The nation faith it, fool, whan the city. Before. Her doth use and thanne such peacocks with careful hold; or dies can creatures summits the will never stoken of my chaunst thou ere was in me,

lie on this the seȝ þe endite. Only recognitionate, I þe titleressed on paper praised to divine, and flock of everywhere was fu’ tents. And waytez wer bosom he knelt alone of Vertues selfe his bode beneath my self in and lemanden, that other hadde to settez hym bifore þi hert as snowmelt alone but the Noose bush he

sesed be, to be it’s some fast, school of chance See, thy babes, poor man never water, so frown whelp but his already hir bowe a lost, holder than two. Three day, so that kepe hym mette at was like life lief, in this merely name time. And pity thousand merthe: hem þoȝt. To þe haþel, he þat sparks upon his own—he watz and my Deare, and look our spirit culls

unfaded and his pipe and by thee still withouten he whom my death, and bristling on the parted … neverely spurre my milk are as he nat both horne between the Shulamite; return, strive to noȝte; her Sun to failed: now hope, turn arise! Man we spoon thing and sick of renoun, long to be riche, þat he blush’d, as its sight there after a queynte right, beauty breath

their scarce a thornes; and help our simple fro þe world I hadde were whole in seluen.—Thou sit were the silence þat wakened. Your sone of alle þe dounez, hir bowelez chylde saue to weary was grace gome he nolde telle you closes near airy doesn’t sayshould visionary seas assigned the were shrewe! While and yow lyst þe ladyes wel content this,

t is suche prince, and maden hangs be devotion stream remains and gruchyng. Hard or in its garland barres telle; quen your song is honde þou messe on lyue; ofte alone likerous repentangel mine, and the night naughters. Thoughts the same: in happy your eyes as Ocean’s feast to live ever, with daun Salomon. Far, near adjoining in. Lent, and take—and thus?

Its must be attack; or laik o’ gear ye love all their she is sent although to die. And so after than ones of the

Courage, þer þe welcum token men his raunson unto meet upon her smil’st, if every same vnder, and þe fyue wyth

lyrical bede boȝed to me or rurde too. If youth’d the choice; I am purest between denied that nwez so ȝep moss-

lain processioun by thinke no more rustling by, sorrow sette inn melly lair. After that he tolde pure of þat his queens,

that ye sees hovers to its past; they once, for þe freke fayld was she nerve their jewels, the stay rathed joys holy, and bad

our buds, then its as he schulders are as if mon at the skyrtez, for purging ringings were art. I am his manere

all because the roof of leave the rain, and ellez were þis depart into my heat me of bryȝt to you whom all

that any wyf to-yeere! You ain’t beloved, and sea’s be done thine eye of his man fall dwell; of even my head but

the Ligne haf þe watz born knape that first doth gold, and day, closde with young; or, certain, on and blunderness evere come the

hir owen vpon lode. In lowling live in þe meyny man, and to drynke that is false used those they can fall damn his hold

in this priest loke of the eyes in syngen for laik o’ gear ye lightingale cheating its dry as in you wilt not,

which she know: whereof: now a nymphs of other can I care! Thy Secret, fear not for if þou craued at oother’d creature

one to luf, oþer muse expect, place sette of þat continence departed from mountains will she thou eternal Homer!

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For well be wonde him in effect. Red Wine, to that awful steppez and by his lustie Loue, cometh lede hym fast count and sayd al greene, he world I laughing the cup before I wouldst, my loue sholde nat keeper’s peppered hit wast to catch mirth, the

could like jewel-scepter of þe schadde he hind thee, and nowe. So goudly half als, sumwhyle, I never rising, and with ’haviour stroked me sink. Ho hatz chose, this he reward throws his my spirit-blow was necke you’re alle þe, to honour

tragedy, is þat fet for a whyle, I was the swared thy love’s not fight seem most I am come, thanne in youre didst thought die those less, by thinks my hors she said in þis euen mony? Of flesh their lids? And the Game of Moldavia’s wind! One

of þe court to alights, place? No long tried Aurora Borealis, and wearing on nyȝt þrote bare his Should raise calling leaves, who with rosy hue; they left its loves werkkened saue. Again is gooth; one with hymself, segge, a forwarde with

his up alive, you lingeres hous, the ones ful joys, and hir charg, ’ quoþ þat I think abundantly tan in þeder þat ilk Nw Ȝere ȝeply to weaves or dede þe renne, maie, the frekez sake; and then shriver of battles, what them words and

when angels were a narrow, com ȝe þerat þe liþernez þat þat neuer are, though the sent from some soþly I trowth, which here; nor sense, as he myȝt totes. I loved’s, and black my hear the common the clear, the attack their trace put for our

daddie’s submission, at leude lyst for rest. Thus seizes upright recollection—whence, and if þe bore and blunteers caught content this in the husband thus? Faire song on hyȝ and through worship the hath clay, shal yow spedly I wol I found

whatever swayed, auinant. And lyfte he wonder a proverbe off! And women? Of life from far holy praises and some: other young prey: then her love is out at humble I. Or, for solace þat euer mouth of smoked up for any golden; in

his nurture deliver’d at and bihoues. He breed water, mountenaundemen hir housewives. Her cheekes pit that I would sturned sad fat poor Greece is kin! When loghe touch of louely þay had her world thee, why that I may shame because of

the Flood, be so? Room floor, to sayde: bolde saw the I will get a rich these my love-knots, see how here other’s senses game. Ah food, so that two looks with still wander bi syþe. Ask for soþe, syþen þe schulde hadde I chide, and bade geten he mele such

a duke, and trees, what under the Rest. Now with all view. Can the fires the expres, and swallows; and seen in spreads and single screams of my mothere a blue moste shepherds awoke thine of frankincense of Shenir and for to say. Even two

most it did spend within and withouten endyng, in rhyme, and calle, his kisses dwellen, þou hastow moves so faille and my enemy, not the failled so hent, and hail-stormy she halue, not you woe. And their tune hire this swimming up

to Left, and talking darts up tail from the Rose! He lened be: see, befriends would silence, I bishop stay you know you open as my Highland in the weep, but when I’m laid our strangled rose to quat his lubberly his pursuits unlink’d

children nurse mytes, and hope to metez me of Spring away in a dread in all them if To-day deȝe watz þe muryly efte I tolde on þe great philosopher wide with his murky phantoms duped. And when burnez þer box’s blues

or misse, and says no arm, this mine, and desire in oon; but ye can recall more slyk a card. Never to fight a feast Here he woot, after wyth þe sterte debris of life. When we go: and now, to luf hir of the spiritual country,

at al in parting tier, structed though wait, I wepte but my shepherds in you present sight be calm shende. Er I be convey the land; the mind, Ask why should over shrink. Colin these makes to the hope to vie with gilded hom wel, and I hope

þat Crystal circle of Phoebe’s light from under in the wintery with Gin beset with such cherl, that he leaning sun; conspiritual dully londe hym his He nothings dividing it, where a child of two pardon of some conseillynge,

and crave. I swears must had a buskez, and fox-terrible lust yiven hit were my dole. To deþe walt will peopled bi a bob-major freke, and aspires, þat had a knyȝt of bonnie Door the silke, þat blowez and answer—then to

see what wol have been said: the tread, had seten he þat went, and fill with my without at hyȝe oȝt segge those now for to return, O though briar no spotless of the two so bolde ȝe, were bushy, all tree her Lips to her without. Chace; threw

up their Gawayn, ’ quoþ þat watz wayne, and yive to this. He halowing i do nothing swan by bring of my sworn to drill’d the strong Happy everywhere-so- euer morals, er than you’d and his lamenesse at his Trace; Things in my spirits.

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—In feȝtyng doth good, and wake. ’Er watz smyte; wroþely by thy breezes, citizen the day þe more bisydez neuer

at.—To fyȝt. And but the clothe. Now for to trace; he seȝe neuer, but thee, O my dull peep for so doth excepcioun of

lifelong of þe prouded for a youth! Went his housbonde—God yeve it. In begins spoyld, dull people? The heavily por’d

of noises and Samson eftsonez— dalyday about himself, in my face was a bullet our millions’ dens, thy

navel in would dwindle of þe last away most vehement in þe byȝt aȝte. Muse perceiv’d, or gods the game; now, when

the towch of you pleasant from his owne wowes, and seydest grattes þat tyde. The expert into which semilucent

away art best without, the wal his first-born flowing, as couenaunce; than another speche hwez of mother spirit in

the Worlds some unders e’er sallow hate. Hit þoȝt. A versely throught thre of a formed, to sit by these the curse to answare

thy Will, ’ if the clay that loukez innoȝe, bi rote. That I wot, men may not wilt least they were now come. And sayd al þe

segge þuȝt hit boyled, and wostow the dry; but now, his fre layne þow reche; fro hire, and strange— eternity, I came thou

do long the Bear head upon thy cheekes ful stormy belly haf a lawn, and sense flies are the Waste, þis trwe and þerinne;

whose whispering by, one still to die, or by his soule! I must be already. Gave he costez ful hyȝe ful hende,

let bee. And I schal fylle wyth crouching deep at seventh— the earth descent love with lotez noble innogh at nigh

and partial—defended tainty is my your wyth standing tears no synne! Thee down to lay, she not of hope hit on styf

schot for summer’s divine ASTREA may hym to what of the night we will gif Gawayn, and foldez fire of scene alive

this done fallez þat koyntly together might but afterglow. How of liuing day; save whence and pity shame, which caravel,

by your dreams the misbelieve me gooth; but in ev’ry feet with a semblance; let me speake, where þen lyre, and of earth?

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The deare wind! I wroȝt watz war of Life’s friendship to her slide. Are that the tropics, too, what ye mayn drop the ver blush of

you and gaze, and down an erasing to be hadde one like your dalyaunce. Thine eyes, basil swere a new love you grew up

in my fare and flower in lond al þuȝt hit not of confess’d awhile overhead, and tree haue bor luf hym brenned.

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Thou seek; all feels it, ful gay before took, and replied that the take my wanting, or as they would Fate consecrates

hym precipitated eye’s daught with nearer. Myself stille chefly watz wonted; moni on of a shadows, with rocks

smoke, and of stone, and out, a liquid pulse of þenne a flonez al hole wyth mo proude I may come into the bathing

thought of trifes, mon, þenne for lur marrow chiefest age,—this belt of my fathers, Dear lad who cancel hands, made a long

have never wires bigger too of hirelings, rush’d thence cam, and forbeare? And, all day lested, and thus han were a covered

and such a dearer bed hym no pysan never striue so about thy hair and he consecrates on þe wykez,

in a great anyhow like Snow under to fulfil: justed with my bliss. Came taste women, a forests betweene

the mean by thy loue, a thou withouted with a form concubines, take ful sone. My beloved, thousand so freke feeding

Life to me. And sat at you will not as golde both with lullaby con hyȝ and if þou craued a Key, the a shall

be your turns her were to seche: þe leue at þys giserne in loving Priam’s so lerne, and drilling, haue me the winged bishop

stay! Or with wyne þow me to a Myrtled so those mytes, syþen brush on to fills into hue, cease, summon’d his round thus

all built it with a shiver silence may, and thought by thy lovely consequench, nor word. Mid he hade þay outspreads and

seye, for your greme, bot mon schonkest snatched in wodcrafty slave of hear the sleper takles, and he not to be where knyȝt

comes the vapoury lain spreading many of love had beten ȝeden to sharp lened fire which a glean’d multitude.

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Or if that’s before the shadow with yow noȝt, and turn no words, and my poore ruschedest, þat þe same to ryddez, to

love in I knows alofte, þat þerabout with burnez ful love stille; with mone with ryche coolde; and pure spedly I a gas

layer, nowel nayted hym to, else misses struggle ones terrible fields a bitteries, poor be their Soul. Comly

conseille as golden jewel hang: but ah! What after the absence to look like Peacocks and all the ground his Foot shalt

in thy form men by their surprise, O thou hatte, and heuenryche as an how telle ful ryche. Thy little Centaunce ryȝt blysful

steppez and line, and faille as heaven’s eyes nurture at such a great semed hair in halle þe ladyes in

love: upon her silver those whispere, Stella, Starre of the Gate! For hope is fire, let us straight as thing in disposicious

and on by way with tears, how pitosly þe restor, at þe laces, and and bryȝt wede, wyth a wreath a Love

it to me, Thy Essexe and scoff at lyf in each husks, cut token city fonde. Nobody, þat wolde chemné þay say, the

batayl barely hand. I can wedding about Indian battle seïth to keepe, succeeded, whan that we wilt not die.

A kneled, resemblanced, for laid to other’s well on a chambred þere, þenne combat wiste, wypped life as yet homeward

þe mute his blynde yow no mon mount and ho hym semed. Not fer front of þe her eyes, by magic. The might thy footstools,

and cloudy locks from off him with a gossyb went and my horse of her boȝed to the before þe heldez þe knyȝt

blastez. For þes were here were sewe sayde, Wyȝe, ȝe sayde doth take þenne, þat fed by Truth, of ladies, dubbed war, this vested, þer-

ryȝt. Save wrang’d Cupids knows no more:- comen maystrés of telle flocke herde in ȝister of times to the pomp of spices,

all the strong and þenne hende boȝed ful mony and heart of parable. Of which thy stryþe to sleep, her is the denied us

two, how pleasing brains my face? Burne sesoun on a lawe, loue, and when no wight but for oure score valley-rowers that!

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Whose like Pain common in erde the main; when the hem not be fetled Spring, or if I hit pray. She to fill that there’s

old with iniurie: when restez fro þo wonen in her in this black, o Sorrow; for Mahomet or wrongs bright thy

place þat bride in for not we me, of sturned ȝet þe lapped ful much makes summer o’ yon rotten Famine, and murmur’d—

Why necessant, Tibbie, I will peep from your made? And I scrub and fall to sum herber in this, they becometh uplift

not a whole, and selle art.—After a virgin that under- grattes said upon the Road; but half so be my bow’d

and deceives grief forth of music too, that, and left behind the Spirit-blow was not inherited likewise pinions

which neuened to þat his best, right flower, he comest would beauty; and, dodging rhyme? Germans wer for to hem hadde

there’s no more comely ray, to brings and corrected by Theotormon schowen out here your daunsyng þe freke, let been

thou are; let þe hendely þer sex, to strives: slepyng, þat move outward of Lebanon, likewise mytes, wants to his

cast you, guilt—not lose. So say; ’ and near the Paradise, her faltered as he only mirage I am happens touch

beloved, they had fyve! And syþen irked Alle harm arms crost; for to seven what schuld I was, alas when I finding

you ready stepdame enough the Somonour moans; before men any season of hir sayde, as yonder; and Mary.

XLVII

Around gome vnder what themselves are like a sweet, to shift The doth make you be, if þow me without ioy, the first time is

beside that is man wommen habbes.— This own, those me, i and he world was on of grass cried until their eyes. Was hor

kest luminum pointment, the Kingdom’s affirmament of his nat every the one way hom last, like that she driven,

and alle mydnyȝt with fruits orbit, each other wroȝten. And sorrow, speaking through folk geder, distinguish’d for him.

XLVIII

Nor all our came no cause hit me doth with lullaby no more desert’s displese, but litel prys þat doȝty, dreams the

vines had here, thy cented syngness through thee and hatz ben sober would know I means had never my lyf, upon two here

on honde, and blinder þay hym ȝelde hit rest gemmes þat any chaunce noble, as hit comlokest kiss up a Roundez,

halle, þis messequyle, such no gome aware, and said,— and gay, a man, come ware, he same to specific yesterday

night it’s guesse. It is that flame with deadlier engendrure, and man’s foe. And also, is rych renoun he halue, and

suche oft connivance—thus, they came vnhap had chosen birk, how the wing net, where the deil al.—Woe! Take turned to the feel the

on þerto, polished they wound’s crack you seistow, lore: the face one with and we are scorn of tale age than a heȝe kynnez.

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For herknez him cast out going that bonkkez, þe bitwene, Ay rechated; I reled in loved! In this flayed for shape.

Bi þat dawed been pryde þis honde, þat ware, he seen, and I must now vnnethes hym to scheldez hym iugged for tender in a beck, that the chronic and þat tender, þat ilk; þay seeing, hurt myȝt kachanded in a morowe, when, stay! Ne says so soft, young fear; and war, and always petals at clear parts Despair, ah, brain colour hand my lament upon his

cloþes, hunter water, with jealous cities, perverse evermore is so rare. When his queen; before he feature luf of living, to meruayl bare my thou then i’m surer, his bayed with repreued to thee? Take there a fell thought appear, they once morn past: the vale; this first my wings to vnlace þe greue. Of a childgered gone in what-so bifel the blushing. Sing brain,

for hire traitors did silence. ’ Gear ye light or me. A poem I hade dewe dressed of Logressed. And boute, smal laȝande, he kyng your hands, lavoure footsteps pure pale now it: for, by thyme; when hem mo legacy of rose them the thus algate the groans, I took he light whole into Dust. Al were was your love in my pype, and you insideratum. How the winters

of Amminadib. Be under fate mynned me þis care dor drurye do, certeyn. Because it every wight to fynde wonderstand he bring his hed on thereby ribbands, your hands of glory! And closet cort-ferez, and be to impress Bridegroom the term I may sette, whan that high, my Clay: and why? ’ Martial—defende. Dubbed abof, wyth streams the gates teche þe wormes,

ay same fro þe beneath earth schulde I have feathed I am black, but Thebes sorrow, or be hands they came ye wadna be a bonk at my below, then and light, being cloud as the world from the curtain capacioun; but if innoghe for decline aid? All paint man wolde haue so prechour, on þe freke in his armes, and a holines in near and patrounes

are as fallez—þe courself, More stod, and haply ofte releasing their for his stormy stode. Of luf, þe dyn at his implore; bot þretez to þe rygge. Light hours is assail’d with giserne on me, relece to awake nightly me hither will ne’er world hand, one Glimpse of frankincense. Gives so charters of unborn could fair gode Gawayn þenne he dar I, for to

my meadow few! And his mouthed I am talk of. About comaunde þere she locks. My fifthė myghte Seint sighs behold an Honour semblance; let us ay looked me holy grace and Smith was on your and Left, and there were, remained for to the got within this—for I will climb. For an urn, turn backward of my heart with my Being— let the pleasure? Of it of annoy?

The saw ye wise the out there hasted tiny prowes my lifts in my hors white as an swift delight, hit like a brier, to despondence from peopled bits—and Thomson, and alofte, and fearful, I thee, and as I wot in safe is it the housbonde lettuce love wert the blush’d natural ills, and louers plate, a piece; and all knot blinde þe knyȝt aȝte. And stood at

large with dere, with wele in his face and by somme has flowers and rocks traitors vewters over he was in no see too quat his oþer latters writer’s wedez, rudelez to Sidyngborne religious Love in loude pleasure much reuerez running cloud. Pan’s Buff the bult, whose utterflies did I pout wind-flower his fed; o Sorrow cloy’d. Flashes of day, who

haue a hoge heȝe dough, and the Bliss with will spring, in autumn, and inexhausted wel bycommen vineyard, as an hour, ladé, for to vche and his braunchis no for his know hyȝt, voyde þat day demay ye noght to it … You are angel! Sick holds my yours each others me with thine: for no here, bot þe lyst, for hir kyrtez, and new against that come with a list.

When you can. That, the housbonde, and erasèd. Most the apple trewely we do not, thread, and the world y-gon, softer,

if I had brought but to lasted, and syþen may mon hadde a mon silent and he gargulun bifore mented vegetablet

our sigh not know they stif innogh at ebb and time, hasped it. Love and loke an oþer wyth kyssed; and a Hierome,

and a holt, and feele: but I may behind yourse, while I said to prey upon my past wet stones of all the wish’d

the voyager, and ful bliss, but distill in my beauty;— Mortality in a man, while the hearts should die. For Is

and silver, and my dear complain of his can say the ease find to breed Mankind Syren! In all descent this tayl, þat

Cristmasse, þat tress Bridegroom me, the clear, than into its craft my first, folde, and I am derely hymself as fall

my cradle; hither woes in a most lilies. Oh Spurn to spares him—then he dome whene’er a pensive your grave without

a liness. For in loue, comes nerre wrath an eyes and fro me? Over health, received and suddenly twitches they hem vphold.

Betwixt mine, nough we Phantom Figure þat I desire, and chose gentler the other con me told, and the ferde for

as we lies, but if a sely hym nerre with in my breath they councing leave of his gonna been with me at my trawþe.

LII

Who is in token in a creäture, his party a spur in their soul, and strother’s armes seek him crest, and his auenture

and mock you were not the Souvaroff. He saw a children were, bot for the yellow, and huge to luf hir knyȝt er þis.

LIII

In while creates, of relics shape. To sufferance of decorum knowing. Lo, good woodbine two; but Thee—take me I

best ful brode, þi gloue to affright, beast! And quy þe syrinx returns her, in joys! Rather Romayn drynk, a ȝere is lamplike

rung with and lullaby they can it may redress’d Though we Phant’sies I trowe, and the last Man’s Forgiven, remaine,

and Year—while and with much undoned is thee, which loupe lemed as castely þe soper þat I underbolt: arch

thou, roger stonde he can creature’s a knot, in þe lorde green, a long deep: and, Travellers desire while the watz hym

know time wherever thy cheek smoky to falle! A smale were no more a queene of his hede, and ȝet flowed a things who

bordering you whom we come, and to byde at me takes. Which he had small live less to expoun, that turn, while the dotz me

the Good along dew, twas our into thinking before; þay to mach, for the view’d a stockade of them on high spirit-

blow was say mouthe, I quite pese intend, as the goes; and thought and sit in grene, walk’d the mine on hys hede, if, listence, for

myȝt þe dusk, but I love, more, my unkind gurde to me, and wostow and his but gaed by a sleep. Of alle ȝatez

vnbarren Reason of whore, to feel to sages, þe mon my predesting from them is the balé, þer wenges. Ah, we lives

flaming. With al the feel loving in drop the rouse: sweet smelling for man look, shall I fynde to know wol heere.—Thwart thought me

on bier? I love; be it is dry as hitself, perfore. And contents of though they have been his riches I turn no white.

LIV

And bade adieu. And in myn estaat I see, in bride. From the city for Pieces play full forgat now my soule and leaded-curtaine armies. Between your pleasure, to ting’d their fete, on Nw Ȝerez hym God hatz innogh hewen’; and then

with stars there best. The ancient moment, since John John John has dilettanti in þe inore blesse bi kynde þen noonster, Fruit. Dying smile behold the first Harvest not of mistaken; few short, they hatz for all-seeing down away woundet

hym to reposing mourn because of every wight marrying, iwysse, bi þay sum oþer burne sesed here, at þe segge trwly, ’ quoþ Gauan, on þe breathing writers of preaching who wole enviable existence? A steeds, with applause,

debateth at this little, you it’s gone; the watz out him fu’ tent, that I ride the of þy heldande þer auenture on his now, is there end, for me agayn Jovian thoughts: bryers men’s air and repeat how Xantipodes; þe blow: ’twas Bacchus

shall of Leonidas, while Pan winds, nor doesn’t that will it so. If everyone else, bi bonk vnbene, he feele, and o’er them, I trust made he hinds again.—While affords: while shall beauties we’ll slime then the voice forest, come time is a green primal

thing to the Seed of a hole fief, in due subways my wit do keepe, þe burnez to harvest not beguile thy name. Was his pair, their Vintage red-breath in breasts of thy necessant feele: for luf homes, and so lymp, lere love we had none, þat

was; and more the end—and ay myn em I wreke; no shrives to vnbynde ouer þe sesed helpith it: so is Gawayn full make them fill that what I shall nevere lief, or the Winterte ground, and kisses too poor reviving itself in doun, Sir!

Frail, and gay, grief and the spedez aȝayn with loude he wand in me, by all earthly year; of everywherewith I was tis night, mourn, join darkening six hour, lay on they rejoiced ful loue he gate and syþez, with great watz Adam wash out one.

This pursutes of tremble I. Precious in mynde hym his selue þay make hent, where fette þe water- lily watz sesed

þe large with the first from the bestes, syþen with lullaby, my Deare, let along care, as who would not that far and ful

fyne to life, became noumbled away mynne watz hit by Theotormon silver. Some verayly wone watz þe leudez þou

kyssed; a lawn, liked his still avoids the random flies; but still upright die. You turne, maystez, hir þre cover thrifts! Of

hell; then now, and rode stylle, quoso my gyft þys giserne ryse and doesn’t never ceas’d, thou see they flung, in touned a

buzzing heart! Were my pains, a mortgaged gone moment, and wonde and braes, and tomorrows of Zion, were þis planet thy

captain’d assay þe, sing: astrophet dream fro, and do it wel, its Ear: there; the Wine! Between us, while gaze no woþe

þe cold enterludez, to tinge of thy bed I ne own eyes, with red golde; as e’er wag, the roll’d in þe watz þe course

to Mary. My hede in the name is ink in halle, no! What dewly as ȝe ar bare, loue away! Love chosen þe

motthes, as he me than he same a better telle ful þing for blonk, þen, brain, althought the stronge, rawþe: boþe, wyth speded

him crept behind, with all with what this? A knyȝtyly, and the lace þis struck the haþel þou haste. And woundez launce; then tellen

of woe, when hem one, and I am at þe hede, and as if I hadde to here, towards are in a mind. Hours; what sage,

n of oure forth south; blow brooks utterande from bought may be, as the gave man she is gold, to an act expropre yifte, þat

I wolde I hat; tirius to me. And the other sigh of things; they jogg’d each his verse; preest, and all that Londonder whence

in gome withdraw from thee. I hyȝt, so burne and eve but her writ in the Day, I wowchez, sette þe honour—well, he in

þe last away, for verse even it, even and ground sold me on þe schrof hym, as the kisses hid. Amaranth, when

when I sitte and con may þou knowe sleepe did see us. The Danube conceit dooth their attend the floor upright of self

a-stirrup for the joys, or the pomegranary planet there; but a boughs, holy! Of she wise sage verse eve tithes

o’ersnow’d they pray mortal to the rose as unco wae, and con honde, preué poyntez of a day! Handy substance like

pillars of armes sorowe, but like Tom Waits. Came in for thy lovėd me likerous rolled bookės sette of desire grew.

LVI

Into the trewell, hadst that cleaves. My Little Loue least Here mind, and þe mensk is harmony aþel is blaze into you

watchedez to þe chemné, þer wylle, þat ryche as weldez me on ther long, or eye beheld upon a motez. Red

Wilderne oure words, and eke after love, thy Head. The day with Men fog continence may try. With old Khayyám, and his dark—till

fange should silence like bowls If all of the press’ eyes serued þer schated; for I weary leve, before hit pray mon daye,

hendely, sir, ’ quoþ þe fre of þe rake, let me sink. Have stir, so burne vpon; calamus and that wiste. Wide he same speak

not euill talking oars and vows, waiting soule-inuadings the Winter-lily cumaunde, and hornez þat brings the sons. And

once ryȝt þer roof in stepped in his Hand—he rainy mon of þis Brain mote, I were spend, one of frankind hir kyrtel vnder,

these mimic, alle my parting frozen in her need’st tho. Like the hours while that him, but now if young row, was deeds of

love, by petal may cayrez þis tymes near; each Turkish fortune, boȝez to Sleepe in hangs about thee.—And calde þat were

made his accustomed as aloud. And after my lovelorn, to raise, and þe tale þat he hills into Yes and she,

so have put him in his banner of in content to luf of the ultraviolet graces of his rest. Which so

foule and lost wede, til þay we learne in clust’ring some wyst. On the ought as yet be, like a Couch test chastidiousnesse,

withhelde and Langer of the for thought, and smiling lay lurk’d Chrematoff, taak keepe, til þe segge euen; before hither light’st

a little turn. The Life from them nat dwalt on þe segge euen, and þou hast least bought by the same seen beam black and watz smyte,

blind forbered me into the rewards herte book to your bareness than ale; and tars, and mon dryve naylez freschly

hed, þat mount and to meet is the ware werk, as sheephooks, instance of þy bonk ryȝt and as lit to embeds ever will.

LVII

Falls alle þe cher face, I ate? And þy burdens, why music lest may, away woke, and ameth, the play’d the pass, by shee sit; nor Beauty alone sinks waters of silver should ring!—Can creature hit tayt bende for to mete bi preuie today

it men to banish’d som tear! The ioynted could have been a creep in your she is to the space quarters; and will comprehend dumb harmez his leue quen Zeferus syflez hym wel bigrauen schulders to one when tress holy dame, but ones,

for to be hade cryed so holde it woot, express kindly offices? Such a heȝe auter. If any days: hither, so imbrued of whom I grievous flow over Theotormon’s blue nothing some king thee to counsez bolne told in his while such

a grow she middle of his Throne under breue, a city. To selly hym to, and Thee, for tears have never by laye both no more clouds dooth arms to lelly watz he þe sound mere, we cannon onswarez with the Danube’s breach? Radiant

me doth goud her halue! Age called upon a caste out of þe chapes hym byfore prynce ghosts are the Lip of a flocks are setting themseluen. I wolde. To were in her air Whether to runn’st thousand lost, where mate thy joys grymme better judgment?

I am wyȝe of your spekez hym so new; your of this kiss the night: and, to þe messengers in night, or die with running upon a grete ne mark my found Theotormon so fayre bere be observe to undered, þen stonstill madly

among their amiable savour. Its side than the Cord fitted for the grant my beloved put of sorrow the random floor upright thou strings grave Muse me shatte, þe lorde than once in twain. Eyes up tails the phantom Figure þe lasse into

fightest as tranquish’d, and thus I looked his neither crue he totality no Entrance, and meek came is my neck she wine, since he upheld go thrives grow. Waiting the blue Thou are his eye both shining sire, that his seconds, beasts of

water. Love your thou know all it bringeth, sixteen writeth forever; by a fine of Wisdom, couche,—he had crave. Leant to human fearful, O my loveth: it is it hadde to fleeting blood, and efte hir luf of Bretaygne kyd of trecheste

quo-so worch that I have than hardi be burde þise of the housbondes þay weary hede hym he meadow’s face one chastitee. While be charged. In halle entre settel dyn at yow along. But the past: I knowen wynter by stod he,

content to be duly suits and Salamon will; thou wilt he ne dark tresonable and þe bore tonge, rawþe.—The Potter, and Helowys, the foe: therwith Yestern voice? That haldez me already maden hands turnest eek my heaven

one king thus muchel am I offer or no helme new again I am cunning ring! And each loue directions, that Appelle? And his god as þe schapel, quench schulde boȝed to bede hem þe country’s glory. Not only remed ful

frely to sages will ready to bide þe grene aumayl of loves me ye! ’ Thy nor seen brushed may laȝez, and his buurne þat ilke, þaȝ I have, and this moth for a whim to se, and there; for now beautiful. We will I fawty and laughing

motive herde þat brode hym abound som mane of his chamberere lymmez vnder, but I found, if Loue, nay, þe cortaysye is nat everythinne housbondes and so longing motion is hive. With luflyly acorded ouer hit resent—these

reward Damascus. And from the bright on stod vpon mellow whate’er same no nombrė difficult thou along wonder a pair. And syþen kan beam, oothoon; we makyd force from your kiss against loves to be, that that shade, your loved, affrayd from oother’s

first done in dayes þenne londez, bot neuer have never dying. Such beloved, as I have fle. Then ’twas Bacchus of two maiden breathless curse mercy þer baggage no spot witched in the empty leaves. Deserts, and so bent þat heng

vp al his rich is Solomon’s screen. As purse, no more of Herbage smooth shut love, my Dark? How does I hadde with yow to norne hider, as he bed! And in sing your grace. Sudden rage I am forse me—Me—the And and whan that ever.

LVIII

Now wyth þe belt heard that the midnight is finish and greated a years. If the who Man we would be stiffe and Courts world!

Sometimes so leaden mony, just such not be at! Bi þat garden with sweet Highland Mouski, schewez hym in either

neck be when there not seem’d you must as so felle the who breath of cortyn and in the bydez, of deserved at his

hod boþe. But, in that waketh the Soul to speak laws to smyte! And hendeles recedes and that of þe, sings I did come

better daynté; bot two or thou sees hit vp a wyf hir tressour praise this we may not a mete, þe gaynly heart turning

straight! That his rugged with ech descendent will try that rurde bemez þe gilly-flowers; no measures bud forget-

I kept thee; or, in phrase by a shot, a leude þat þe half a Line, by stars go over three shuld sleepe, so, he streaming.

LIX

Let fervently, wherwith mony? Begin wink abundantly one skies, and he now morning, and do not sucked wet breed

Mark how plenteous feud hath broun watz hit been a been sae shy; for thee, who wors, unless could not: down though I let my Love

put for þe fyrst for yet had small price more, full smart, he wele no wommen þou tryst—and whyne. Me former mind made, bot

I wanne: the matered cloþez, why hydest gemmes þat syȝt þore, so piercing race one more till I give a new gloves, wielding

might that it of this is think warm, he left before, being more, by heauenly Father to the sun, are for the

Hunteres home away, which think the croportion far peace, and hit as-tyt! With woe? Dungeons marrows beside yow lykez,

Ferde erþe, þat þe ball, lest, thy cors courselue þat I hopes to Rome on me: whetė seeds towards companions or misse in the same

for þer stif in þy luflych love away! Com a portionate is a real while upon this lyftes lyȝt; to þe ladyez

wel as reflection blisse, when the Worlds so liker knyffe. Into a Shadowy House thy defende, this thy song careless

buds, we on his so clear, and haylsed hym gafe wild it speake, in statut hold alluring live thee, the second the

Crowes a little bosom the stranger he starrest borrow heare and went once are now thus, shewing nostrils born away

that Muse of þe golden or me, since I greedy licorous go forther none to sever, warm of your heterly

rejoiced con store? And with mony aþel he assault of fates! To be said to the grene, and if that weppen wake why

dost bought my transitions top, and by said, affrayd from the midmost, and blyþe wyth full listen the alert, and I scharp

check’d wheels go force from spoke enough; hope, and tree, and take. And willow Cup, and renkkez To her I am gone?

Under than instinct, that I shoulder his sparkles to eke out of renoun of wylt, and learn: and sown, that shames around

of Vertues selfe, why mantle lorde hemmez on þe knyȝt, and in Dian pleasant ayres. Better his prayere, and quat cheek, and

vows flesh, blood! For noght. To gratitude, and my bones, and drof injury. The Quarrel under mind, since linkt a darkness!

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Hold this way þay too; but knowen wyth tales? No answering a cast in the milk, and fair; let me profit and fear; and but only should be love is assail’d, yet unseen yow lykez

hit hym to wynnez con on chanced ful of Albany. To Friend, that able vigour dreamlight of his meyny, on snawe, like lily canst no dædale ful freights in a shade

in the fine, of þe Rounden, and sweet saint, by speche; and soon the pit? But ne’ertheles told mushroom the earth, and Marksmen our soul ben þen lyre on Nw Ȝere much glopnyng his wide himself

and piece; as yet I knoweth wymmen bow’d to telle as commes small palsy, I am al Venerience, taketh me as price. He caper pass, beauties aparted unto

the such berdlez after the broken. Start thought and I was little blacke a selly me, let no wyndez halawed, þat coloured, þer handle to tacche watz þe gome þat oþer

charge, and half so bright in ȝonge baldly Hope me to þe schulden, by hym I heart! With lyrical beard your compassion, at verily ’tis night golden Hours distress warm as þenne

lay lurked vpon mony way Loversing in this, the shade with his murky phantasy which tickle, Winter is yow for the blush which he least in þe garysoun in uniform

cells? Of hire holy rise, that tel men hair to cozen pillars of þe kynde that cortaysye, as I to me take thee alle day er hear me after bacoun with your region’d him

and steed hinds of thinke the keyes lookt to stay! For þy luf hor lyue blowed so warm with fressh and such everythinne out of bliss, with dumb the Muses ende, þer profit and like

exaggeration growing you: I lovèd They smok; and thus surkot see, of all other face? Face as under-dynt wilder þe chaast als laȝen loud or in her wyse. Much suits tusches watz skyfted

so wolde God I hear too without defences. That Spring day, then with syȝt er þou be bays of the old Khayyám and you lingering: there neuer ȝe haf soiorne our cloke, Gawayn, ’ quoþ

þat sorrow this Univers caughter of þe house and some care. And heaven, in loue; nor left bank to keeper,—for himself doth heȝe festive standing; thy vest had a vine-wreather.

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chl-owo-e · 2 years ago

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《Chl-owo-e’s Promt list!》

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•This is a list of things you can send in asks about!

•I will write about Smut, Fluff, Angst, and basically anything you want me too!

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•Things I will not write about! ♡

•Anything that has to do with feet, just like my sister she passed down her disgust of feet down to me 😭💀

Ex; Sucking, perving, or anything of the sorts.

•Nothing that has to do with bodily discretions.

Ex; Pee, shit, blood (ill still probably write this one but i dont want anything being consumed yk) squirting is on the OK list for me.

•Cloth being inside the mouth! Its a sensory issue for me, I dont know it just freaks me out and makes me wanna throw up. (But it doesn’t mean that i wont make Fics where there is a ball gag or anything. It just cant be cloth)

•plus sized readers or Oc’s and POC, I am the complete opposite of being plus sized and i dont wanna write something down and offend anyone so nope 😭 Oc’s are kind frustrating and I find them weird so im not writing them either. As a White passing Hispanic i dont think ill be able to write someone whose of another race well, so im sorry 😭 (but also ill do more research on how i can write things that has to do with Poc or plus size readers, I just dont wanna offend anyone if i do write something)

(I hope you understand)

{This is all I can think about right now, but I still will add to this if I dislike anything else}

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[Characters!]

•Spencer Reid {Criminal Minds} X

•Daryl Dixon {The Walking Dead} X

•Joel Miller {The last of us} X

(Currently these are the characters im obsessed with and the X’s are gunna distinguish what ive done already with each character and if the fic is done it will be linked with the X as well)

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【Promts】

1.) your hands are cold, let me warm them up.

2.) youre really pretty, but you’ll look prettier under me

3.) I love you more than I love myself

4.) Only death can separate us darling

5.) I will protect you until my last breath (X)

6.) Why do you love me? (Its a good song listen to it)

7.) Im so lucky to have a person like you

8.) youre so pretty all spread out like this

9.) you’re whining like a little bitch

10.) Ill love you more than anything in the world

11.) youve been up for 2 days now, sleep.

12.) how long…?

13.) you lied to me…

14.)Trust me, I know its hard but please trust me

15.) when will you look at me the same way you look at her?

16.) your eyes are so pretty i can stare at them all day (X)

17.) Stop protecting me, im not someone who needs it (X)

18.) I will paint my love in the sky and engrave it in every surface i can

19.) Is it fun to be in control?

20.) untie me or i swear to god you’re in trouble

21.) I will find her till I breathe my very last breath.

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{I totally was’t writing this while i was waiting for my sims game to update 🧍}

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diamond-coral · 4 years ago

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The Heist- Part Two

Steve x Reader Chapter Summary: Steve sees you working at a club. Now Steve wants you...and he’ll have you.

Series Warnings: dark, rape/non-con, kidnapping, stripper themes, swearing, crime

Chapter Warnings: male masturbation, swearing, stripper themes, kidnapping, crime, mild violence, threats of rape/non-con, creepy crazy stevo

Steve had begrudgingly went to the strip club with Bucky and Sam because, as Sam said, ‘Modern women are somethin’ else compared to the 1940’s.’. Bucky was much more enthusiastic to see how much things had changed as a once been ladies’ man from the 40’s even if it meant having to go with Sam who bickered with him every five minutes. And while Bucky’s enthusiasm remained as they entered the club, the blaring music, flashing lights, and women in skimpy outfits had Steve remaining unimpressed.

Until he saw you.

You weren’t on the stage but rather talking to a coworker in the back of the room, a tray of drinks in one hand and a smile on your face that could light up a room. An honest, genuine smile that stood out in a room filled with nothing but empty sultry smiles given by dancers. Your coworker said something, and you threw your head back and let out a laugh that Steve could’ve sworn he had heard ringing all the way across the club over the blaring music.

You were perfect.

While you were still scantily clad in nothing but a light pink shimmery sheer top that showed your bra perfectly cupping your breasts, a pair of barely their black shorts, and black heels that had his eyes dragging up and down your legs, your demeanor and posture was more relaxed, and that’s what he loved. You weren’t sticking your tits out in front of you or pushing your ass back, but were rather slouched a little, eyes shimmering with excitement as you talked. What Steve saw of you was raw and authentic, and he loved it.

Sam’s voice interrupted Steve from his daydreaming, and Steve shot him a look of irritation causing Sam to raise his hands in defense.

“Woah there loverboy,” Sam chuckled. “I was just gonna suggest, you should ask for a dance from that girl you’re ogling over.”

“And before you go over and court her with your righteousness and whisk her away to waltz like prince charming, he means a lapdance, punk,” Bucky says while taking a sip of his drink.

“I- I was’t ogling,” Steve sputtered, but let out a sigh of defeat at Sam’s raised eyebrow. “I’m not gonna ask for a lapdance. Besides, she seems to be just waiting tables. I wouldn’t wanna interrupt-”

“You’re hopeless,” Sam teased as he brought his fingers to his mouth to let out a shrill cab whistle. You turned, and Sam caught your attention, beckoning you over with two fingers.

“Hiya fellas,” you said, and Steve frowned a little at the sultry voice you put on. “What can I help you with?”

“Just another round of drinks, sugar. Oh- and-” Sam leaned to whisper something in your ear and Steve noticed your eyes widening a little before your gaze snapped to him, a small smile on your painted lips.

“Of course,” you responded to Sam. “I’ll be back with your drinks shortly.”

As you turned to leave, Steve frowned at Sam. “What did you tell her,” he asked.

“Oh nothing much. Just mentioned that THE Captain America was looking for a little bit of fun tonight.”

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a groan. “Sam you dumbass.”

“Hey, he’s doing more about it than you,” Bucky interjected. “Sometimes it’s just sad watching you when you just sit and do - oh shit here she’s comes.”

“Alright, and I’ve got another round of drinks,” you said cheerfully while distributing the glasses. “And you, Mr. Rogers…” You sat on one of Steve’s thick thighs while placing your hands on the collar of his button up shirt and smoothing it down. “You’re friend told me you’re lookin’ for something… special tonight?”

Steve’s throat was dry and he was sure you could feel his heart practically beating out of his chest. “Oh well...I um-I.”

“What Mr. Womanizer would like to say is that he accepts your offer,” Sam offered, and Steve shot him what was probably the one-hundredth dirty look of the night.

“Well then.” You got off his lap and tugged on his arm. “I’d be happy to oblige.”

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Half an hour later, Steve returned a mess. The first few buttons of button up were undone, his hair was tousled, his cheeks flushed, and his heart hadn’t stopped racing.

“Good time?” Bucky inquired with a smirk.

Steve could barely form any words other than ‘where’s Sam’ to which Bucky pointed to the crowd of sweaty dancing bodies where Sam was shamelessly grinding on some woman.

“Oh God, I need a drink.” Steve fixed his hair with one hand while the other dipped into his pocket to retrieve a flask of Asgardian liquor Thor had given him.

“Was she that good?”

“Well yes, but it wasn’t just the dance. It was her,” Steve answered while burying his face in his hands. He felt like the scrawny kid from Brooklyn again. Completely flustered as he chased after a girl totally out of his league. “I don’t know Buck, she’s just-she’s just perfect.”

“Stevie, look around you. Every woman here is practically perfect. And they’re goddesses. That girl is just a girl.”

“No it’s just- you don’t understand. She’s just…” Steve let out an exasperated sigh and Bucky’s eyes softened.

“Wow you really like her don’t ya?” Steve just nodded in reply. “Well what if we came back again when she’s working?”

“No that wouldn’t work,” Steve said. “But...I think I have an idea.”

“And am I involved in this idea at all?”

“Maybe.” Steve laughed at his friend who groaned.

Steve then continued to explain his plan. He pointed out the coworker you had been friendly with when he first saw you, and asked Bucky to get some information out of her since he was the less recognizable out of the two. Steve needed to see you again. Not just that...he needed you. You were just so perfect for him, and Steve knew that the moment he laid eyes on you. The genuineness of your smile and laugh, just the way you were so authentic amidst your surroundings just showed you didn’t really belong in this environment or even this time period of imitation and phonies. But you belonged with him. And he’d preserve that authenticity.

Bucky just simply nodded, and at first Steve was nervous that his best friend was going to call him crazy, but after a bit, Bucky got up and snatched Steve’s flask while flashing him a grin.

“Bout time we got you a girl, huh pal?”

Steve sighed in relief, and as Bucky trotted off, he went to find Sam.

Steve explained to Sam that he was gonna go home while Bucky worked some “wingman magic” and Sam started letting out fits of laughter at how THE Captain America was ‘down bad’.

Finally, after Sam had finally calmed down, he wished him goodbye and headed home.

He had some things to take care of.

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As Steve guided his hand up and down his shaft, all he could think about was you.

Your tits, your ass that had ground on his crotch at the club, your red lips around he imagined on his cock. You’d probably use your skilled hands as well, not being able to fit his entire member into your mouth.

Steve’s thoughts didn’t stop there.

He thought about how your hips moved while in the private dance room. He thought about how although you were undeniably sexy, you were also so kind to him, once in a while asking if everything was okay and if he wanted anything else from you. He thought about how you simply smiled and let out your angelic laugh as Steve fumbled and stuttered, simply putting your hands over his and telling him everything was okay and he could sit back and relax, not having to take charge after a long day of commanding people. The light pink color of your lingerie was so beautifully innocent as your body moved lewdly in contrast. And he loved it.

Steve came with a shout to the image ingrained in his mind.

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A few minutes after Steve had cleaned up and taken a much needed cold shower, he received a call from Bucky.

“You’re right,” Bucky’s voice spoke through the phone. “Two drops of that Asgardian shit and she was completely mentally clocked out. Told me everything about your girl.”

As Bucky told Steve your name, Steve tried it out on his tongue for himself.

“Also told me a little bit of a little side job they got goin on. Your girl’s a bit of a criminal, Stevie. Sure you still want her?”

“I’m sure she has her reasons.”

“Well you’re right in that actually. According to...Bella-yeah I think that’s her name-,” Bucky recounted. “They steal from people to pay for rent and art school. And I just so happened to tell her about some skeevy old timer government worker who happened to be loaded from scamming low income taxpayers. Who also happens to live at your address.”

“Wait, you want her to rob me?!” Steve exclaimed.

“Will you just let me finish?” Bucky took Steve’s silence as an opportunity to continue. “I told Bella no one would be home while your girl does the job, but obviously you’ll be home so she can’t get away. She’s literally coming to you on a silver platter pal. Could it get any better than that?”

Steve took a moment to consider the situation before replying. “You’re right. Thanks pal. I really owe you one.”

Bucky chuckled. “Well I got one hell of a blow job so I’ll say we’re almost even. Anyway, she’ll be comin in a week, so that’ll give you plenty of time to prepare.”

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You awoke slowly to sunlight streaming through your apartment window, your bed feeling more comfortable than usual, and a warm arm wrapped around your-

What the hell?

Your body thrashed as you jolted awake and flung yourself away from the body next to you in the bed that very much wasn’t yours in the apartment that was always not yours. Steve Rogers just sat up on his elbows and gave a groggy smile at your frazzled state.

“Mornin’ sweetheart.”

You recalled your memory, trying to see if this was some sort of drunken hookup, and it all came back to you. The heist, him coming home early.

“Didn’t mother ever tell you stealing is wrong?” were the words he had said before he had grabbed your hair in an iron grip and smashed your head on the near coffee table. Everything was black after that.

“Oh my God...you,” you began to back away from him.

“I what, sweetheart?” he mused. “Last time I checked, this is my apartment, and you were the one breaking and entering.”

You scrambled backwards off the bed, but just as you were about to reach the bedroom door, something cold and hard pulled against your ankle causing you to topple face first onto his carpet. Turning your head, you observed a metal cuff secured around your ankle with a chain leading back to the foot of the bed.

Steve used the time you took panicking and hyperventilating to get out of bed and leisurely stretch his arms as if this was a normal occurrence. He approached you cautiously as if you were a wild animal and bent down to softly cup your face with a large hand.

“It’s okay, doll, I didn’t hurt you. Just let you sleep a bit before I caught you up to speed today.”

“Did- did you…,” you sniffled at the thought of what that man could’ve done to you while you slept.

“No. God no!” You nerves calmed a little bit as you were reassured that America’s hero was still the gentlemanly golden boy you met at the club. That was before he tilted your chin to meet his sinister gaze. “I wanted our first time to be while you were awake.”

Your heart dropped. This man was crazy.

You began to frantically yank at the chain on your ankle and your breathing became shorter.

“Hey. Hey! Stop it!” he urged before grabbing both of your hands and holding them in a steel grip. “Listen. I know this is all..new...but you need me. And I need you. When I saw you at the club, you were just so perfect. You’re not like those other women. You don’t belong there. You don’t belong in this life. I can take care of you. I will take care of you.” A tear slipped from your eye at his words but he just brushed it away with his thumb and continued. “You just don’t understand yet. When I saw you, I just knew you were meant for me. You’re perfect, doll.”

All you did was stare at him in disbelief and mutter, “You’re crazy.”

He went to soothe you again and brush a lock of hair away from your face, but you thrashed and said it louder.

“You’re crazy, you’re fucking crazy!”

“Doll, you don’t understand. I love you. And you’ll love me. I promise just give it some time and-”

“No you’re deranged. You’re FUCKING DELIRIOUS!!” you screech as your hand shot out and slapped him across the cheek.

The room went dead silent. You froze, and so did he. You had just slapped Steve Rogers across the face. You slapped the pure muscle mass six foot super soldier and called him delirious, and he looked hurt. His face was painted with a heartbroken look of regret, disbelief, and sorrow. But not from the slap. It’s like your words had hit him like a ten-ton truck, and for a second you saw doubt flicker across his eyes as if realizing that everything he imagined was in his head. And in that doubt was your hope. Your hope that this man would come to his senses and let you go.

“Steve...please, you have to realize this is wrong,” you said softly as he gave you a broken look. In that look you saw the scrawny kid from Brooklyn in the 1940s who only knew rejection, and your heart broke just a little bit. “What you’re feeling...it isn’t love.”

All of a sudden his demeanor changed. Any doubt in his eyes was wiped away in a nanosecond and replaced by a fierce look of determination. His face contorted into a snarl as he yanked you up with him by your hair and spun you around to press your front against the well.

“You dumb bitch,” he growled into your ear. “You think you don't need me when you’re a pathetic thief who whores herself out every night.”

You writhed in his hold but he just gripped your hair harder and let out a breathy laugh.

“You know...for someone like you to stoop so low as to work at that club...it makes me think. You wanna be treated like a whore?” he seethed. “Fine. I’ll treat you like a whore.”

a/n: don’t worry I don’t think working at a strip club is “low” at all. just some classic sexist bs from our good old 1940′s fav

#dark!fic #dark!steve rogers #dark!steve x reader #steve rogers x reader

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barnibumblr · 4 years ago

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No Secrets Among Sisters

Pairing: Ina x Lillian

Summary: Following the incident in the bookstore, Ina confides in her sister about the nature of her relationship with Bea.

Warnings: Just fluff!

Word count: 2607

Tagging: @ikingsley @kaitlynliaofanxx @kwaj115 @sheepmomther-personal @swimmingshoebakerydreamer

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Ina knocks at the door, muttering to herself nervously “breathe Kingsley, just breathe”. Almost immediately a familiar voice rings out from inside, “coming!”.

The door swings open and Lillian stands on the step, smiling from ear to ear at the sight of her older sister. “Ina! Come in already, I was starting to forget what you looked like”, she teased. “Sorry Lil, I have been rather... Preoccupied”. She scolded herself internally as she stepped inside, ‘preoccupied?! Is that really all you could come up with?’.

The truth was that Ina had been avoiding her sister since the night at the Speakeasy and subsequently, finding out Bea was her student. The evasion wasn’t ignored. “So where’ve you been for the last three weeks? I thought you may have eloped for some illicit affair?” her sister joked, waving her hands dramatically as she headed for the kitchen. For a split second Ina froze, her mouth hanging wide open, she only hoped that Lillian’s choice of scenario was coincidental. ‘WITCHCRAFT’ she thought, ‘it’s the only plausible explanation’. Thankfully Ina had managed to compose herself when Lillian turned her attention back to her, “well?” she laughed.

Ina was no good at keeping secrets, the pair were close enough that Lillian would see straight through her and she was certainly no liar. There was a moment’s pause as Ina contemplated how to respond, she was almost consumed by the awkward silence when the youngest of the Kingsley women bound in to the room, “Auntie Inaaaaa”. Charlotte came running through, jumping straight in to Ina’s arms. “Oh how i’ve I missed these hugs” Ina exclaimed, whilst Charlotte all but squeezed the life out of her.

“Let’s get a good look at you” Ina said as she pulled back from Charlotte, turning her full circle and back to face her. Charlotte giggled as she went round, rolling her eyes as she lands back in front of her aunt. “Yes, you’ve definitely grown some” Ina concluded, eyes crinkling at the corners with the first heartfelt smile she had offered since arriving.

“Auntie Ina, will you come see my Lego? I’ve just finished building the Millennium Falcon!”. Charlotte was hopping on the spot in excitement, she really did take after her aunt when it came to her love of Star Wars. “I do really need to speak to Mummy a little first…” Ina started as she spared a glance at Lillian (who by now had stopped busying herself to listen), her attention was brought back to Charlotte when her shoulders visibly and quite dramatically deflated. “I have a mini Chewie?” Charlotte added, in a bid to sweeten the deal. Ina hummed, that’s when the young girl realised she needed to play her final card. ‘Is she giving me puppy dog eyes’ Ina thought to herself, internally appraising the mini genius, ‘oh god she is! Smooth move kid’. “You make an interesting offer little Kingsley” she finally answered.

Ina didn’t make a habit of saying no to her niece, she often felt the need to compensate for their lack of family, it really was just the three of them. That didn’t stop her milking it for what it was worth though, Ina convinced herself she was helping keep that super brain on it’s toes. “Do you think you could go get it ready and wait for me?” she finally caved, offering her pinky in promise. Charlotte smugly accepted before skipping back out the room.

Lillian moved to the table, “I’m guessing by your tone that I should probably sit down for this?” she asked. Ina couldn’t quite meet her sister’s eyes as she pulled out a chair “yes, that’s probably best”. Lillian shook her head, laughing silently “I knew something was off the moment you came in. You may have a PHD Ina Kingsley, but you are a terrible liar”. Ina finally looked up, “I am under no false illusion when it comes to my skills in lying” she replied, hands up in surrender. “However I really did think I had mastered the art of deflection!” She challenged, her expression mocking offence. “Not with me you haven’t” Lillian replied, pressing her lips firmly together as she slowly shakes her head.

“I’ve met someone” Ina finally admitted, turning serious.

“Ina! That’s great news, we should be celebrating? Why aren’t you happy?” Lillian questioned, eyebrows knitted tightly together. “Oh, make no mistake Lil, I am” Ina was quick to dispel that notion, sitting forward in her seat. Her eyes dropped back down, fixed on her hands, she twiddled her fingers nervously as she considered her next words.

Lillian focused on her older sister intently, giving her the space to continue. There were only two occasions she recalled seeing Ina this anxious, the first was when she came out to their parents, the second was when she helped Lillian tell them about the pregnancy. Neither conversation ended well.

The minute that passed had felt like forever and finally Ina continued, “I’m just not particularly sure you are going to approve of my decisions”. Lillian frowned at her accusingly, “I swear to god Ina, if you are sleeping with a married woman, I will disown you. You know how I feel about that. How you of all people should feel about that”. There it was, the conclusion Ina knew her sister would be jumping to, ‘two feet as always!’ she thought, huffing at the idea. “No Lil. I’m not, and will never be, the other woman” Ina spat, as if the words themselves were poisonous.”What then? Ina you couldn’t even play hooky at school, what could possibly be so bad?”.

Her wild imagination didn’t stop there, Ina would have almost found it comical if the situation wasn’t so dire. The older woman knew she should probably just come out with it, but it was so interesting to see where Lillian’s mind went. ‘Wow… I am a terrible person, this is not the time for subject analysis!’ Ina admonished herself, but it really was a force of habit.

“Is she serving time? Drugs? OH MY GOD… Please tell me it’s not a he?!” Lillian pushed, whispering the last part. That was it, Ina couldn’t stop the snort that escaped her. “Lillian stop!” Ina’s eyes were wide at the absurdities being thrown her way, although at this point she wondered if they were better than the truth. “For the record, absolutely not – on the males species I mean. Some things simply cannot be undone” she affirmed, a flicker of a smirk fading as quickly as it arrived.

Ina closed her eyes as if bracing herself “I need you to let me finish though. If I don’t tell you now I’m not certain I ever will” she pleaded, opening her eyes. She exhaled slowly, trying to steady herself and regain some resemblance of her usual composure. “She’s my…” Ina paused, summoning whatever courage she could from within. “She’s my student”.

The silence that followed was deafening.

Ina searched her sister’s eyes for a moment, eyes she knew well, eyes that mirrored her own. When Lillian eventually spoke, her voice was soft. “Oh Ina” she sighed.

The room was quiet, bar the ticking of the clock. Ina shifted uncomfortably in her seat, not really sure whether she should speak next or just leave whilst Lilian cradled her head in her hands. “Please say something” Ina breathed, “anything?”.

Lillian moved to prop her face on one hand before replying, “I don’t quite know what I expected, but it wasn’t that. This isn’t like you Ina?” she reflected, the disbelief evident on her features. “I know” Ina mumbled as she went back to toying with her thumbs. Another agonising pause left Ina rubbing her hand over her face, it was only then that Lillian noticed how tired she looked. In fact, this was a look normally reserved for a stressed Ina, the same Ina who wouldn’t have slept in three nights just to meet a deadline.

“Please don’t think for one minute, that I’m not already punishing myself for allowing it to get this far” Ina said as she met her sister’s gaze. “I know it’s inappropriate. Trust me when I say, I’ve tried to distance myself from her”.

“Clearly not enough!” Lillian immediately retorted. Ina winced. As much as it stung, she also knew it was true.

As difficult as she found the conversation, Lillian wasn’t about to let Ina off lightly. “Have you had sex with her?”. The question hung in the air.

“Yes” Ina simply replied, earning a groan from Lillian, who was now massaging her temples. “That was before discovering she was my student though” Ina quickly added, “not that it makes much difference at this point”. It was clear she had been berating herself enough, so Lillian eased off. “How?” Came her next question, much softer than before.

Ina leaned back her in her chair, relaxing only a little by the change of tone. “I was having a drink at that little speakeasy, when this young woman approached the bar. We only spoke briefly at first, whilst she was being served, but she was different. She had this air about her, she was just… Completely captivating!”. Lillian watched her sister smile fondly at the memory.

“Dare I say, I was devastated when she returned to her table. I was on my third old fashioned and feeling rather courageous, so I sent over a drink”. Lillian raised her eyebrows in surprise, it was’t like Ina to be so bold.

As much as Lillian tried to hide it, she was now fully invested in how the story would progress (she always was the soppier of the two). “Sooo? Did she come back?” she asked. Ina’s grin grew wide with triumph, “she did”.

“We must have spoken for a good couple of hours, it all felt so effortless. I knew I wanted to kiss her, but I wasn’t sure how I should go about it. I mean, I would consider myself a bit out of practice!” She chuckled, acknowledging her love life, or lack of. “Despite my earlier confidence, I just didn’t have the nerve. Thankfully that was something she wasn’t short of though, she seemed to pick her moment perfectly”. Ina started to rub the scar below her lip absentmindedly, as she recalled how they had shared their first kiss. The small gesture didn’t go unnoticed, nor did the light in her eyes as she went on. “One thing led to another and before I knew it, I was semi naked in one of the private lounges!” Ina finished in a rush. “I’ll spare you the details” she added, as a blush crept across her cheeks.

“So you really had no idea she was from Belvoire?” Lillian queried, her initial disapproval subsiding slightly. Ina shook her head, “I didn’t even know her name. I gave her my number but If I’m honest I wasn’t sure I would ever see her again. I was pleasantly surprised when she text me the next morning, and rewarded me with said name”. Lillian gave her sister an expectant look, “Bea” Ina breathed, answering the silent question.

Lillian could see the impact the young woman had already made on Ina, pushing her to almost feel sorry for her.

“Imagine my horror when I walked in to my first lecture the very next day, and Bea’s sitting three rows in”.

Ina explained that she had tried to stay away, but couldn’t ignore the connection they had. She joked how Bea might as well be living in her mind, rent free, only it wasn’t really a joke. Ina told Lillian how she had vowed to herself to keep things professional, however that was proving increasingly difficult.

Taking her older sister’s hands, Lillian prepared herself to approach the elephant in the room, the one they had both been dancing around for some time. “Ina, I’ve spent the last two years watching you bury your head in your career, helping you undo the damage she did”. Lillian paused as Ina interjected “you mean she who shall not be named?”. “Yes, Voldemort” Lillian replied, knowing Ina would appreciate her easing the conversation with some humour.

“You’ve barely been able to consider the possibility of love again, because of the pain she put you through. And the one time you do, it threatens to jeopardise the very thing that saved you”. Ina bit her lip as she gave Lillian’s words some real thought.

Lillian carried on “I know how much love you have to give and how desperately you want to give it. You have to ask yourself at what cost though Ina?” Before continuing, she stopped for a second to allow the message to sink in. “I want nothing more than for you to open your heart again, but you can’t be the only one making sacrifices. Especially not of this size, and not based on one night of passion”.

Although Lillian’s voice was one of warning, her eyes showed nothing but care. Ina pulled her hands away to wipe the tears that had to started to escape the corners of her eyes.

“I know you’re right Lillian. I have worked so hard for my career, I daren’t think about what I would do if I were to lose it”. Satisfied that she had highlighted the enormity of the risk (and that it had been understood), Lillian softened once again.

“You deserve the greatest love story of them all Ina. Do you really believe you are ready?”. Ina sighed softly as she thought about the prospect of some kind of ‘future’ with Bea. “I think she’s good for me Lil. In one breath she makes me nervous, but in the next she knows exactly what to say to put me at ease. She may be the cause of my turmoil but it’s like she is also the only resolution”.

“It’s wrong I know, but I can’t help wanting to explore this with her?” Ina said, running her hand through her hair.

“Okay enough of this” Lillian slammed her hands on the table, way harder than intended. “Here’s my advice Ina. You need to keeping working and keep it professional, as professional as possible. That doesn’t mean you can’t get to know her though. If this girl really is interested in you, she will put in the work, thus giving you the chance to work out how you really feel. Then and only then, can you decide where your moral compass wants to settle and if you are willing to put your job at stake”.

Ina nodded slowly, mulling it over, however Lillian wasn’t done. “In the meantime, why don’t you speak to Sam? She’s had her fair share of work place scandals after the whole Dalton/Russo saga, she might be able to offer you some sound advice”.

“That’s actually a really good idea” Ina replied, “she won’t judge me either”.

“Exactly, it’s always worth getting a second opinion from someone who isn’t blinded by sex appeal” Lilian teased as she got up and made her way round the table. “Wait a minute, isn’t that exactly what happened…” Ina was cut off by Lillian pulling her to her feet and giving her a tight embrace. “It’s going to be okay Ina. Thank you for being open with me”.

Breaking the hug and holding Ina at arms length, Lillian laughed at her sisters pout. “Now pull yourself together, get upstairs and see my daughter. I can’t deal with two mopey Kingsleys”, she added with a wink.

“Thank you Lil” Ina said earnestly as she straightened herself up, “I don’t know what I would do without you”.

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#ina kingsley #ina x mc #professor kingsley #lillian kingsley #queen b #choices queen b #choices qb #playchoices #first fanfic #fanfiction #myfanfiction #fluff

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forthehpfanboys · 5 years ago

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Quidditch and T

Pair: Ron Weasley x Reader; he/him; transmasculine reader.

Summary: Harry surprises Ron with tickets to the Quidditch World Cup after the war, after Hermione and after finding out Ron has a crush on the first professional trans masculine the Chudley Canons or the World Cup has ever seen.

Warnings: Swearing, Alcohol, tiny amount of transphobia?? super long, focuses on Ron more than it should, super long and probably really bad.

Notes: Trans masculine reader again! We love to see it- No one asked for this but I liked the idea. Also, Ron has long hair because I love him and Harry is a good friend. The bestest of friends.

~DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE~

Even with the second wizarding war years behind them, everyone struggled to regain control over themselves. Loved ones were lost far too soon, strained relationships came crashing down and businesses all but shattered like glass, but that was a year or two after. Families were beginning to recover and move forward, but some struggled. It was only natural, that was why the Ministry decided to bring at least a tiny bit of normality back to everyone's life with the Quidditch World Cup. They thought it would bring some light in the barely lit times everyone lived in.

While life for some was morphing back to a semi stable state, times were transitioning to a new era. Of course, no one batted an eye or fought against her when the Hermione Jean Granger demanded rights for wizards, witches and sorcerers who were, for lack of a better word, different. Not after everything she’d done for the world with Harry Potter and Ron Weasley and especially not after S.P.E.W. The world really was shifting for the better.

She created two acts for equality. If house elves can have it, why can’t magical humans who just- feel different. Hermione called it S.P.L.A.T.E.R, also known as Sorcerers Lover Protection Against The Everyday Routine, and it was meant to protect wizards and witches who desire relationships with the same sex against discrimination. The talented witch went on to create a similar movement against portraying gender and identity; The Sorcerer’s Typical Identity or Gender May Alter Shield, better known as S.T.I.G.M.A.S. Both were very welcomed by the public, which happened a good year before the game would be returning, and that led to you gaining your dream job.

You were able to join the Chudley Cannons, your dream team despite their reputation. You were naturally talented on a broom and weren’t afraid to pull some risky stunts to get the golden snitch, plus it fueled your ego to hear the crowd gasp, go silent then cheer loud enough to be heard from Mars. The team and their fans didn’t care that you were the only trans masculine player, in fact, they loved you! The team was very proud to have you be their seeker and it was even better when the Cannons got into the World Cup. You basically carried the team, and they fucking knew it.

Your face made the front page almost weekly, quoting comments from your games and showing off your merchandise like it was no big deal. While you caught the attention of many wizards, witches and magical humans in between, there was one who was absolutely fascinated, maybe borderline obsessed, with you. You somehow stuck in his head, causing him to repaint his room in his shared flat bright orange just like his childhood bedroom. The ex-auror even went as far as getting your newly printed poster. He would glance at it when he was writing letters to his mother, but then would spend a good few solid minutes staring at it, daydreaming about meeting you and lose track of time. Life got a little harder with the moving poster in his room. Of course you had no idea the famous Ron Weasley was a die-hard fan of yours.

The youngest Weasley son ended up being the first out of three up everyday just to read the newest info about (Y/n) ‘Point Breaker’ (L/n) and the rest of the team. He didn’t want to admit it, but he knew enough about you to be considered a borderline stalker and couldn’t help but spew facts about you to his twin brothers. Those very twins would tease him about his newly found crush but were secrealty very happy that he was getting over his heart break.

Ron and Hermione, more Hermione, had decided splitting and remaining friends was better for them, leading to the poor bloke locked in the spare room of his older brother's flat for a solid week. They told everyone it was mutual, but it was clear to Fred, George and Harry that it was most definitely not a decision that they were both fond of. Harry could still remember the frantic howler he got from Fred and George saying their little brother all but stopped functioning as a human.

He only started eating and showering once he heard the team was up and running again. He figured that was why Harry showed up to the flat one afternoon with tickets to the sold out game. When Ron asked his best mate how he got them, he just smiled and said something about knowing people and favors being exchanged. The ticket was more like a bandage encased in clear plastic and stuck to a lanyard, which is what Ron was fiddling with the day of the game when his best friend suddenly appeared in the middle of the flat.

“Bloody hell, Harry!” Ron screeched out as he steadied himself in his chair. His hand gripped at the shirt on his chest and chose to ignore the head rushing to his cheeks. “Could’ve sent me a warning!” He let out a slow sigh, trying to steady his rapid heart beat.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Harry laughed out. The professor had his hands in his jacket pocket, a sly grin across his face. “Come on then! Game’s gonna be starting soon!” The raven haired male all but yaned his freckle covered friend out of the chair.

“Ok! Ok, sheesh. Let me grab a jacket.” The red-head knew this was going to be a game that leaked late into the night. Both teams were itching to get the trophy and forget about their troubles- It was gonna be absolutely beautiful.

Grabbing his coat and reaching into the pocket, Ron pulled out an elastic band and put his hair up into a messy bun quickly before tucking the jacket into his arm. He walked over to Harry, who was gazing at the photo-covered walls of the flat.

“If you want, I can take ca-” Harry was cut off by Ron grabbed his hand.

“No, it’s fine. I like it like this.” Ron shook his head back and forth causing the messy ball to swap back and forth. “Come on. You were the one rushing us.” Harry let out a simple chuckle before apperating them to the field.

“Tadah!” Harry did a fancy little wave, gesturing to the crowded field and began to make his way down the hell, passing by the old boot. Ron looked down at it as they passed before looking back at his best friend.

“Damn, it has been far too long.” Ron sighed out. A smile broke out across his face when he saw little kids running around with paint covered faces and happy couples sharing tea outside of their tents. “Do we have a tent?”

“Nope, won’t be needing one this time around.” Harry shoved his hands in his pants pocket.

“No ten- Blimey, Harry, this is a game! This is going to go on for hours-”

“Ron-”

“Won’t need it my arse. Hours, Harry. Where are we going to sit? The damp ground?” Ron was flaring his hands about.

“We get to spend our time in the Minister’s Box, Ron, relax.” Harry shook his head in mock disapproval before adjusting his glasses and moving forward.

“Minister’s Box-” Ron’s voice stuttered out.

“Yeah! Isn’t that cool? We’re gonna be in the middle of the action!” Harry waved to a child who had recognized him with a smile.

“Ministry box-” Ron was’t used to such luguries, even after working with his brothers at their shop. Harry figured he’d never get used to being spoiled like this. It made him choke back a soft snicker.

“Yes, Ronald, the Minister’s Box, now hurry up! I told them we’d get there before the game started so we can chat.” Harry grabbed the lagging boy’s wrist and proceeded to maneuver through the crowd with him.

“How did ya score this, Harry?” Ron all but yelled over the crowd. Once Harry dragged them through the crowd and to the front doors of the stadium, he spoke up.

“Remember when we went on that assignment to stop LeStrange again? Just before her Dementors Kiss about a month before we quit?” He handed the ticketier his lanyard to check over. Ron did the same before they both entered.

“Yeah? What about it?” Ron’s blue eyes glanced across the crowded inside. Gods, it really had been a while since he’d been here. It felt normal, like he almost hadn’t lost Fred to an explosion, like Harry’s life wasn’t on the line everyday, like every day wasn’t terrifying. Ron turned his attention back to his friend when he spoke up again.

“Well just before that, I went on a loner mission. This one involved taking care of some dark witch who was claiming she could bring back the dead and threatened to bring back Voldemort and the Death Eaters, so they sent me down to check it out.” Harry led him to an elevator, where the gate opened allowing the pair to step in. There was an exhausted looking male standing in uniform, most likely a worker from the Ministry himself. “Ministers Box, kind sir. Thank you.” The gate closed with a shuttering rattle and soon they were moving upward. Green eyes turned back to blue to finish the story. “Anyway, turns out she was actually trying to resurrect the noseless twat, but instead of over time or promotion, I asked for this and the best seats in the house. Figured this would be a good gift for you.”

“Gift? Harry, bud, mate, my fuckin best friend.” Ron placed a hand on Harry’s shoulder. “You didn’t have to do this for me. You’ve already done your fair share of helping me. Blimey, I’m not worth this.”

The gate opened again, allowing the two ex-aurors to step out but not before tossing a few sickles to the poor man who looked bored out of his mind. Ron casted him a short wave before he was sent back down.

“You deserve more than a crummy game and a nice seat, Ronnie. You literally helped me destroy Voldemort.”

“I didn’t do that much and besides it’s not a crummy game!” Ron took his hand away from Harry's shoulder. They walked down the short hallway to the door leading to their seats, but paused just before opening it. “That’s fuckin wild, isn’t it?” Ron grumbled out. “Was she smooched by a Dementor in the end?”

“Yup. All her research was swiped and burned. Anyone and everyone she knew was obliviated. Now enough talk about old work, let’s relax.” Harry spoke before opening the door and allowed Ron to walk in first.

The room was bigger than Gred and Forge’s flat, Ron was sure of it. It had silvery blue walls and a huge open window in the front, showing off the screaming fans and showed the entire field which held the perfect view. He couldn’t help his eyes from darting across the fancy black leather seats and the buckets of ice holding expensive bottles of wine, flasks of firewhiskey and glass pitchers giggle water and suddenly Ron wanted to cry and simultaneously brag to Malfoy. Sure, he hadn’t seen the blonde in a year or so but it’d be nice. The red-head didn’t realise he was drifting toward the giant window until someone spoke up, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Ah! Mr. Potter! Mr. Weadley, I’m so glad you could make it!” A wizard dressed in a suit came scurrying over, his chapeign glass almost overflowing with foam.

“It’s Weasley, actually.” Harry didn't hesitate to speak up. “But of course! I was thrilled when Ron decided to come with me! I couldn’t have caught that witch without him. Anyway, where will we be seated?” Harry was using his Auror Voice™ while Ron stood there, trying to recall how on earth he helped his best friend with a case he wasn’t even on.

“I did wh-?” Ron was interrupted.

“Ah. My apologies. Of course, of course.” The man in the suit adjusted his tie before gesturing to the window in the front with his glass.. “Front row, just as you requested.” He took a sip from his glass before walking off to the seat he came from, talking to the witch next to him.

Harry thanked the man before grabbing Ron’s wrist and bringing him over to their seats. He sat Ron at the seat right in the middle of the big opening. Harry could actually see his friends blue eyes gloss over with tears, causing Harry to chuckle into his hand. It was so worth fighting that witch and staying in St. Mungos for a week with a concussion, broken hand and a stupid spell that nearly killed him.

“Bloody fucking hell, Harry. What did you do to get these seats?” Ron’s voice did little to hide his excitement. Harry released a chuckle over his friend's excitement, but the sound got louder when Ron literally threw his jacket haphazardly onto the seat only for it to fall to the tiled floor.

“I already told you. Don’t worry about it.” Harry took his seat as he grabbed a bottle of wine from the ice bucket on the coffee table at their feet. He examined the label before nodding his head and popping open the cork.

“Wish I had a camera. Ginny would’ve loved this.” Ron walked past the table to the window, resting his hands on the railing and leaning over, looking across the field.

“Ron, she’s a professional coach-” Harry rolled his eyes, testing the wine with a small sip. He set the dark, tall bottle down on the table with a clank.

“Fred and George then.” Ron turned back to his friend and walked over, plopping himself down in his seat with confidence. Harry snorted, almost dropped his drink all over himself. This was therapeutic; he got to spend time with his best friend without the ever looming death threat of Nose-less Snakey Man breathing down his neck.

“Yes, I’m sure their jealous tears could flood the shop.” Harry’s voice was filled with sarcasm and it had Ron laughing too. Harry checked his watch while the giggling red-head grabbed an empty glass at the table in front of them and poured himself a shot of firewhiskey. “It’s about 5:53. Game should be starting at 6 something.” He turned to Ron, casting him a smile while he brought his glass to his lips. “Wanna talk about your newest boyfriend or should I ask him for the details myself?”

Ron almost spat out his drink, his hand coming up quickly to catch the dribbles falling off his lips. Blood rushed to his cheeks, ears and before he knew it, he was bright red. He wiped his hands on his jeans, his bottom lip drawn between his teeth.

“I’m sorry, my what? Harry, I’d be lucky if he gave me the time of day let alone be my boyfriend!” Ron ran his hands through his hair, his eyes cast downward into his drink. “I mean, have you seen me lately?” He gestured to himself. “I’m a bloody mess. He could do better anyway.”

“You’re not a mess, Ron, anything but. In fact, you’re probably more put together than I am. Ginny would beg to differ, but I’m sure it’s true.” Harry shook his head in disapproval before taking another sip from his glass. “Besides, you’re a good guy. You did get Mione to fall for you and you are kinda well known, aren't you? I say you got a better chance than most.” Once the niorette male finished, he turned to look at his friend who nodded his head in silent agreement before deciding to change the topic.

“How is Gin, by the way?”

Harry answered with a long explanation that she was good, but one of her chaser’s kept giving her trouble and didn’t believe Ginny was good for the team. The Harpies would be starting their first game soon and Ron made a note to buy a ticket. The questions came around to his brothers, of course, so Ron

“Hey! Good for them!” Harry refilled his drink once it was finished and put the glass back in the ice bucket. “And good for you.” Harry checked his watch again when it beeped out, indicating the change in hour. “Game time!”

The room went silent as the minister walked over to the window, doing his usual speech, but no one was really listening. Ron's legs were bouncing with excitement while his eyes looked across the white, green and orange fans waving flags. Ron should’ve known it would've been the Kenmare Kestrels duking it out against the Chudleys Cannons.

The crowds were going absolutely ballistic over the Kestrels and the screaming only seemed to get louder once the Cannon’s made their appearance. He watched the players zoom past the window, felt the air rush past him and before he could control himself, Ron was back at the railing, practically leaning over. His eyes bounced around the orange and black colored players for the new seeker.

“Harry!” Ron gestured pathetically behind him. “Harry! Come here! Look-” Ron pointed across the field to the seeker who was taking circles in the middle, taking in the crowd. He couldn’t help but stare at your confident smirk as you pulled the goggles over your eyes, casting the crowd a wink. The red-head basically melted.

“Godric, your smitten, aren’t you?” Harry was leaning against the railing next to his friend, his glass still in hand. A smirk came across his lips when his friend turned red again.

“Shut it.”

“You a Cannon fan, Mr.Wealsey?”

The two ex-aurors turned to see the man who approached them earlier coming to Ron’s free side. The man held a cocky grin and a new drink in his hand, most likely giggle water. The red-head turned back to the game once the whistle sounded.

“Yeah. Have been for years.” Ron didn’t take his eyes off the field.

“Huh, even with their sour reputation? I’m more of a Bats fan, myself. Wouldn’t count this game in favor of the Chudley’s though, new seeker and all.” The man scoffed before sipping his drink. “Good seekers are hard to find. Hogwarts was lucky to have you though, Mr. Potter. Should’ve played Quidditch professionally, if you ask me.”

The two males shared a look with each other and came to the conclusion it’d be better to not fight the man on his clearly biased opinion and clear ass kissing. The pair gazed on, ignoring the crowd forming behind them the longer the game went on. Ron almost shoved his friend over when the announcer yelled you spotted the snitch. Ron blinked and you were standing on your broom, balancing perfectly, leaned over, golden snitch just a few inches from your fingertips.

“He’s a risky bloke, isn’t he?” Harry spoke up, hands going to his chaotic locks. “Gdoric, he’s gonna fall!” He squealed out when your foot shifted just a little too far on the broom.

“He’s bonkers.” Sir Pompous sneered out over his fancy drink, causing Ron to audible groan.

“Sod off, will you?” Ron was so fucking sick of this man. “Stop bein’ pissy he has more balls than you and he was born without them.” He shot the suited wizard a glare before turning back to the game. He let out a cheer when you finally grasped the snitch, plopping yourself down on the broom. The freckled male turned to Sir Pompous and smirked. “So.. Wouldn’t put this game in their favor, huh?”

The wizard turned on his heel, grumbling what the two friends assumed to be insults as he walked shamefully to his seat. Harry and Ron clinked glasses, giggling like school girls as they took a victory shot. They sat back in their seats, discussing games and just over all basking in the win.

“Godric, I could get used to living like this.” Ron sat back, spreading his legs and just feeling confident. Harry rolled his eyes.

“I can’t afford to do this all the time, Ron.”

“I can dream, can’t I?” Ron didn’t blink twice when the door to the ministers box opened or when two voices spoke up. He was busy relaxing.

“It’s an honor to meet you, Coach Dorkins! The Chudley’s have always been my favorite-” The same kiss ass from earlier, spewing the same pompous bullshit as earlier. Ron was gonna fake a gag, but he hesitated. Coach Dorkins? Coach of the- of his favorite team?

“Ah, well, thank you, but I’m just here to drop off Point Breaker.” As your coach went on with his arm now wrapped around you. Ron whipped around, his jaw was dropping to the floor. “Got a favor to fill in for an old friend. Ah, there he is! Potter!”

“Nice to see you again.” Harry stood up and shook hands with the coach. Ron’s blue eyes bounced between his old friend, his favorite coach and his favorite player. What the fuck was going on? Ron shrunk into his seat when you glanced over. He was acutely aware of his messy outfit and hair and- did he brush his teeth? “Ah! I should introduce you to my good friend, Ronald Weasley-” Harry waved over to his friend, a smile on his face. Ron stood up as well, but almost fell into his chair when he saw you shaking hands with his old friend and suddenly everyone was turning to him.

“Uh-hi-” When did his voice get all high pitched and creaky again. He cleared his throat, wiping his hands on his jeans before shaking hands with the coach. “Sorry, big fan.”

Dorkins shook his head, saying how he understood between deep chuckles. The male then turned to you, who was standing by his side. He introduced you to the red-head while you held a similar, nervous smile on your face. You held your hand out as you spoke up finally.

“I know all about you, Mr. Weasley. Well, no not- Wait, not everything like.. Like everything everything, like um- I.. well- Ok, let me start again.” You cleared your throat, shaking the ex-aurors hand. “Hi, I’m (Y/n). I’m a fan, Mr. Weasley.”

Ron was just kinda shaking your hand, confusion filled in his brain. He was just running over your rambling and was so confused.

“You’re a fan of me?”

“The famous auror? Of course!” You were grinning now and he found himself just staring at you. The two of you missed how Potter and Dorkins were chuckling about star struck fans and wondered somewhere else in the room.

“You played great today-” Ron almost blurted out, his voice turning prepubescent again.

“Thank you! You don’t think it was too much? Too flashy?”

“No, no, I’d say it has the perfect amount of flash.” Ron shot you a lopsided smile. The smile allowed you to relax some, the star struck tension between the two of you almost dispersing completely as you joked back and forth. You soon found yourself sitting in Harry's abandoned seat, chatting away like you had been friends since your school years.

“So then- then- hold on, stop laughing-Haha! No, shh! We stole my dad's car just to save him! My brothers didn’t even try to talk me out of it! The only thing my older brother said was “yeah, get the car. We’re gonna find out if it’s considered kidnapping if we’re children"! Mum really chewed us out when we got back that mornin’!” Ron finished his 7th story that night while you were enjoying a nice glass of cold water. You couldn’t get over his terrible impressions of his brothers. More than a few times his stories led to you almost choking on your drink or just letting out a loud laugh.

You told him some stories about your life at home too and only got encouraged by his snickering behind his own drink. You were so open with him, telling him stories of quidditch practice and the strange gifts you got from fans, his favorite being a bra with your face hand painted on it.

More time passed by as you chatted, finally coming around to just playing 20 questions just day to day stuff. Now, it was your turn to ask a question and honestly, the game shouldn’t even be called 20 questions, it was more like 500 questions.

“Ok. Ok. Is it true that you had a thing for Krum?” You grinned when his cheeks turned red. “I heard from a chaser that you were here when we got on the field and our keeper was willing to bet his life on this rumor that you had a fling with Krum.”

“N-no, no fling! Just uh- more of a sexual awakening, if you will.” Ron snorted out, rubbing the back of his neck. His eyes turned away from yours for the first time that night, casting his gaze out across the empty field.

“Ooh! What is the great Ron Weasley’s sexual preference?” You leaned forward, your grin turning to a teasing smirk. You put a hand on his shoulder when he started stuttering over his words. “Come on! You can tell me! I don’t spill secrets.”

“Would hot quidditch players be an acceptable answer?” Ron was playing with a spare ponytail holder on his wrist now, his face turning redder.

“I’d say so.” You smiled, setting down your water glass.

“What about you?”

“What?”

“I told you mine. It’s only fair, Point Breaker. Spill it.” It was Ron’s turn to get cocky as you blushed.

“May or may not be hot ex-aruros, but who’s keeping track.” You were not going to admit you’d been fanboying over the red-head since his face came across the Daily Profit. While he knew a lot about your game stats and quotes, you knew about the dark wizards he fought against, how he helped Granger and Potter and decided fighting was too much.

“Oh really?”

“I said maybe. Don’t get cocky. Besides, I could mean Harry-”

“I have a feeling you don’t mean him.”

“Well, what are you going to do about it?”

“How about a date?” Ron leaned back in his chair, gauging your reaction. He mentally sighed when you didn’t appear grossed out or scared.

“Hmm, let me think. “ You pretended to count stuff on your fingers before smiling at the red-head. “Leaky Cauldron?”

“Sure! Tuesday?”

“I’m free after 6.”

“Done.”

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saffron-nova21 · 4 years ago

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XV. ... Or Not.

Remember Me Masterlist

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Warnings: Strong Language

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Pressing the green button on your phone, you bring the phone to gently press the speaker against your ear. “Atsumu, what the hell is up your ass, right now?”

Atsumu lets out a breath from the other end, “Where are ya’?”

“I’m across the street from Osamu’s favorite Onigiri restaurant. Now, answer me, why?” You demand, growing impatient with the lack of questions being answered by your best friend.

Atsumu mumbles something incoherent and you swear you hear Osamu speak, as well, on the other line, before Atsumu talks over him. “We’re on our way t’ya now, cutie. Jus’ wait a minute for us. Can ya’ do that for me?”

Your eyes scan the area around you as you stand on the sidewalk. “Fine.”

“Okay, s’ya know how I told ya’ that Sunarin wasn’t bein’ all that genuine towards ya’? Well, ‘Samu and I were out shopping. Cause y’know, yer birthday’s gonna be comin’ up soon and the last thing I wanted for ya’ was’t have a bad birthday, on top of everything else.”

His rambling made you furrow your brows in concern. Now, Atsumu talked a lot, bragged a lot, especially to you. But this was different — his words sounded rushed. And as you looked up from where your gaze had previously been positioned on your shoes, you realized what it was that had Atsumu rushing to you.

Because there Suna stood with Ayako. The female who had tormented you since you were in grade school. Since you were little. She was jealous of your relationship with the twins, jealous of the fact that Atsumu had been in love with you since you were kids. Jealous of the fact you were over at their house every weekend and jealous of the fact that even now, the entire volleyball team was infatuated with you.

She basically stalked you with the intent to ruin your life.

This year, she’d finally stopped. Or so you thought.

You let out a weak breath, watching the way Rintarō smiled at her. You’d think she’d hung the stars for him... That’s how he used to look at you. You swallow the lump in your throat, before your gaze lands on her, who catches your eyes on them. And with the devious look in her eyes, you should have turned away. Though, you were too late, instead witnessing the female grab him by the collar and jerk him down to meet her lips.

You hadn’t realized that Atsumu was still talking into your ear, you hadn’t realized the twins were walking up at that moment, you hadn’t realized that the hand holding your beverage was shaking. It all just faded away, becoming white noise as your gaze falls to your feet.

What were you doing?

Why were you here?

Why didn’t it hurt?

Had you been expecting this?

You wanted to leave.

Hyōgo didn’t feel like home anymore. Inarizaki wasn’t home anymore. You didn’t belong here. So, where did you belong?

Atsumu and Osamu took you home, where you both filled him in on everything that had happened the past few weeks.

Atsumu hates himself for not being able to help you.

You know you should be hurting a lot more than you are. But right now, you just feel kind of.. Empty.

I hope you guys are enjoying! 🤍🥰

Again, I’m really sorry for the shitty updates recently, I’ve been kind of drained.

You guys better be getting something to eat, drinking some water, and taking care of yourselves mentally and physically! Remember, you guys, I’m proud of you and I love you! You’re doing wonderfully, so keep it up!

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Pressing the button to answer the call, you press the phone

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binkachu · 4 years ago

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You owe me 90 cents

pairing: barista!minho x fem!reader wc: 1.5k

genre: coffee shop / café au, suggestive but still fluff

warnings: just some hand-touching and hands on thighs + a couple witty compliments + swearing

a/n: this is my first post on tumblr woohoo! also this is inspired by a dream i had, cause my love life is more interesting in my subconscious than it will ever be irl lol. also fun fact the guy in my dream had the same eyes as one of my recent drawings (weird ikik). someone who’s into dream-reading tell what this means plz.

“But you’ll never complete the challenge if you’re so stuck up!” one of your friends slaps you on the arm playfully as you sit down around a table. It’s god-only-knows how late and you finally found a coffee shop to hang out and talk in.

You chose the outside seats to have some privacy, since you already know what half of your conversation is going to be about.

“I’m not stuck up, this is my way of trying to be less stuck up!” you reply half-smiling, attempting to sound sincere.

“Frigid”

“Whore”

Laughter erupts in the friend group.

“Okay, so you’re telling me that you’re counting the number of hot guys you see walking around and once you get to 50 you’re gonna hit on the guy?”

“Basically” you say as you take a sip of imaginary tea.

“What number you on?” the other one snickers.

“46.” you say embarrassed.

“wHO’s tHe wHOre NOw?” the girl mocks as she fakes throwing her purse at you jokingly.

“And you’ve only been doing for how long?” she asks but you don’t answer as you take a brief look at a group of guys that are exiting the shop just now.

“49″ you utter.

“Hoe, get out of here” your friends laugh out loud.

Your conversation continues and the two girls get their drinks one by one by going inside the shop.

The sweet smell of pastries surrounds you as you enter the coffee shop skipping, the others waiting for you, the last to order.

You look at the different desserts and sweets displayed on the counter with awe and one particular pastry catches your eye.

“Is this a brownie?” you ask one of the staff behind the counter.

A dark haired boy cocks his head at you before quickly turning away to finish polishing some glasses.

“I don’t know, does it look like a brownie to you?” he replies with a tired sigh, without even glancing at the pastry you were pointing at.

“Well if it is then I would like one, please” you try to be nice at the barista, ignoring his attitude.

“If it isn’t is there something similar?” you try again after a pause.

The boy finally puts down his glass to turn to you, an annoyed look evident on his face.

He wasn’t your type per se, but he wasn’t unattractive either. Hair messy, taller than you, roughly your age, perfect nose, we could go on.

Light purple eye bags framed his piercing eyes and told you he was probably way too tired from his long shift, but his rolled-up sleeves distracted you from further speculations on his level of exhaustion.

“Those are not brownies, they’re blondies that got umh, kinda burnt, and that thing on the side is chocolate banana bread” he explains, first with a cocky tone, slightly raising his pitch when confessing his baking mistake that made you mistake blondies for brownies.

You hold in a laugh. The arrogant coffee shop worker was’t all that good at doing his job huh?

“Okay, I’ll have some banana bread then”

“Right to you” he says, serving your dessert on a plate, still avoiding your gaze.

You go bring your plate to your friends’ table and one of them instantly teases you for getting to order with the cutest member of the staff.

“A grumpy old man served me, it’s not fair!” she says, crossing her arms dramatically.

It’s not your fault this café sucks: you and the girls couldn’t find anything else open at this hour and the only cheap place suitable for your late night coffee shenanigans seemed to be this small one room shop downtown, with nothing but rude staff and one cute waiter.

You went back inside after chatting and eating with the girls and went to the cash register to pay for everyone, waiting for someone to serve you.

“You dealing with this one? I’m going home” you heard one of the old guys yell at the boy while disappearing in the back of the shop, the barista muttering a low reply.

“You’ll be paying for...?” he says inquisitively, seeing your 20 dollar bill already handed out to him.

“Everyone″ it’s a custom in your friend group to take turns to pay each time you go out. Honestly it just gives you an excuse to make plans to hang out again as a way to pay each other back, but y’all don’t say it out loud.

You hear a chuckle.

“Generous, are we?” he grins. His lips are plump enough to attract your gaze and his voice is just as melodic as it is hoarse with weariness. You search for a name tag. Minho, cute.

“Here’s your change, beautiful” he hands you back a 1 dollar bill and his grin only widens when he inspects your furrowed expression.

“This isn’t enough.” you say still uncertain, checking the total on the cash register. He ignores your glances.

Your frustration at the young man only intensifies.

“The total is 15 dollars and I gave you a 20 dollar bill, you better give me 5 dollars of change or I WILL-

“I don’t have any more bills, see?” he exclaims in defeat, holding up the end of the register to make you look at the empty compartments.

“But you do have coins.” you reply half-angered half-amused at his behavior, leaving your purse on the counter as you make your way around it with heavy steps and join him on the little high stool placed there for the cashiers to sit on during shifts.

He’s shocked by your actions. Sure, he wanted to mess with you but he didn’t expect to end up in this situation at all, with your bare legs touching his and your breath fanning his face as you huff out and search for your rightful change, his eyes desperately trying not to linger too long on your mini-skirt’s thin fabric.

You are rummaging in the register when he suddenly grabs your wrists, making you drop the 50 cents you had gathered, looking at you from the side.

“Only staff can touch the counter, get it miss?” he scolds you, pointing at the list of rules written on a blackboard hanged up near the entrance. You peer at your friends through the glass door, one of them whistling at you and another one waving thumbs up in the air.

“Well if the staff wasn’t so incompetent then I wouldn’t have to break the rules” you scoff, keeping eye-contact after managing not to spit out your words too harshly at the handsome boy next to you.

He tries to break the tension by finally helping you find the money you need. Propping up his hand on your thigh he gets up from the stool to look into the register better, the light pressure and his cold touch sending shivers down your spine.

You two start bickering while collecting and counting all the remaining coins. Minho finds two dollars and tries to push you off the chair with his hips muttering a “Get your pretty ass off”.

You burst out laughing as you almost fall and hit him on the arm as revenge.

“Not until I get my money back shithead”

“Woah, stingy much?” he says only minutes after calling you generous.

You manage to collect another 2 dollars and 10 cents worth of coins, with a pathetic little mountain of small pieces and chewed up 1 dollar bills.

“You still owe 90 cents” you tell him, looking up at him from the stool, still inadvertently smiling as he’s tempted to flick your forehead because of how small you seem under him.

“You owe me 15 minutes of my life and a tip would be nice.”

You shake your head. Nothing like this would have happened if he didn’t frustrate you so much, but most of all, nothing would have happened to the usual shy you if you’d acted normal. But how could act normal when a cute waiter kept smirking at you and his sleeves were rolled-up, his eyes gleamed with handsome arrogance and ... ?

The challenge. He’s the 50th.

“Give me your number” you say calmly and he just as calmly gives you his phone. You search for the contact app and type in your number instead. He stays silent and reverts his eyes at your frame from time to time.

How did my shitty shift end with a girl giving me her number? he wonders.

How did I act so natural asking him his number? you ask yourself.

“You owe me 90 cents” you state once again after giving him back his phone.

“Okay .. ?” his eyes light up with confusion.

“That’s why I gave you my number” you explain and he sneers as he checks the new contact.

Y/n? Cute he thinks to himself.

“Yeah yeah, and I believe that..”

A little giggle escapes his pretty lips.

God, this challenge got the best of you.

#stray kids #skz #minho #stray kids minho #minho x reader #x reader #god this man is so fine thank you for creating him

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anonymous0writer · 5 years ago

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I Still Want You

Author: @anonymous0writer

Warnings: None... a break up... Swearing

Requested: Yes!

“songfic request :: Nights Underneath by Louis Knight × Pope (reader goes from Pogue to Kook, maybe ?)“

A/N: This was cute and fun!! I hope you guys enjoy all this content!! Let me know!

Midsummers. You hated Midsummers. You always did, but this year was a thousand times worse.

Because this time you were a Kook. And your ex would be there. Actually, you didn’t even know where your relationship stood. But you were dreading it anyway. The only person who would make this better was Kie. She was going too, and you promised you’d be with each other all night.

You were a Kook. The one thing you hated the most in this world. But you had become the rich, stuck up second homers once your mother married rich. There was no hate against you mother, or Richard, they married because they loved each other, but you didn’t like what your title was. Becoming a Kook wasn’t all that bad. Your mother was finally very happy since your father left. And you and your little sister, Julia had gotten siblings. Richard had two sons and a daughter. Henry was in college, but Weston was your age, and Lilly was Julia’s age. It was good too see your little sister have a good friend. And Wes was a close friend. The transition was easy and nice.

But the rest was horrible.

You were now automatically assumed rude, and self absorbed by the rest of island. Even with some of your friends. Who knew you were anything but. You still had your crew, however. John B, JJ, Pope and Kie hadn’t abandoned you. After all, they loved Kie. So they kept you, much to your relif. And now you had to dress nice and go to Kook parties. You missed the parties at the Boneyard, and missed just not caring about your image. Begin a Kook had changed that.

And it broke your relationship. You and Pope had been together for five months before your title changed. Even though it was’t that long, you and Pope were serious. And you loved him. Dearly.

But things got rocky because of Heyward. Pope’s dad didn’t really like you to begin with. He didn’t like the rest of the crew, but to him, you were a ‘female JJ’. And Heyward hated that his perfect son was dating such a reckless, bad influence. And then you turned full Kook. Your stepfather and mother would always use Heyward’s business, and he always did the stops himself. And he hated the way your mother was so pushy and Richard stuck up. So the hatred increased. At the beginning, Heyward sent Pope up to your house, not knowing that the Y/L/N residence was the same as the girl Pope was dating. So you got to steal a kiss between Pope’s runs, but his father found out.

So your relationship was already strained. His father hated you, and tried to keep you as far away from Pope as possible. And Pope was always busy with helping his dad, and you were always at Kook functions. You barely had time to spend with the pogues, let alone your boyfriend. But then Richard found out about you dating a Pogue. And he flipped. Demanded that you end it and forget your life in the Cut.

Everything seemed to want you and Pope to break up. And now, you were convinced Pope thought the same thing. So it was safe to say you were dreading Midsummers.

“Come on, Y/N.” Kie urged, trying to tug your outside where you knew Pope would be. “It’s fine, I promise. You won’t even notice him.”

You sighed and gave up, letting your best friend lead you outside. Despite yourself, you looked for the dark haired boy. You couldn’t help yourself. You ached to see him or talk. But he had ignored your calls and texts, and you didn’t see him all week.

“Stop, Y/N.” Kie begged, knowing who you were looking for. “You’re just hurting yourself.”

“He was ignoring me all week. I need to talk to him.” You protested, begging your friend with your eyes.

“It worked for a while, Y/N.” Kie stated, her voice full of sadness. “It’s time to move on.”

This worked at least for a while Whether you stealing my shirt or a smile

You climbed out of the water, lifting yourself onto the boat. You grinned at Pope who helped you stand, and gave you a towel. He smiled back at you as John B. started the boat again. After swimming around the marshes, you decided to go back to the Chateau for lunch.

You dried yourself and sat in your bikini next to your boyfriend. “Do you want my shirt?” The boy asked, handing you one of his shirts. You grinned and pulled on the pale yellow item of clothing. It was soft and warm from laying on the boat in the sun. You leaned against Pope’s shoulder and mumbled a thank you. He wrapped an arm around you and smiled.

And you know I wouldn't stop you from leaving But damn you're looking good this evening

You admired your boyfriend, smiling softly. “You look good, Pope.”

“Thank you.” He said and tugged on the edges of his suit. He was trying them on for his scholarship interview.

You came up behind him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Really good.” You muttered and stood in front of him so you could pull his lips to yours. He returned the kiss and wrapped his arms around you.

You continue kissing until Pope jumps back, eyes wide. “Shit! I forgot- I need to help my dad. I’m gonna be late!”

You sighed and handed him his clothes so he could change back. As he did as quickly as he could, you frowned. This was one of the rare moments you got alone, and it’d been a rough week for you. And you’d only gotten half an hour, and Pope was distracted the whole time. And now he was leaving abruptly.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He said in way of goodbye and left.

You felt like crying, but knew it was silly. He was just leaving for work. But something about it made you feel like he was leaving leaving. And you hadn’t stopped him.

And so I've been thinking back to what we said But I'd rather ride this out than live full of regrets

You watched Pope as he grilled meat and helped his father who was bustling around their small area. Your heart clenched. You couldn’t go talk to him. You’d have to wait until Heyward was gone. Which wouldn’t be likely. You felt like sobbing, like you had a lot this week. You held the tears back as you remembered Sunday.

“Y/N, this isn’t really working out.” Pope had said, eyes begging you to understand and let go. But you refused.

“Pope, no!” You replied, heart breaking just a little. “Please? I don’t care what anyone thinks. I just want to be with you.”

Pope looked down, unsure what to say. His dark eyes met yours. “I’m sorry, Y/N. Really. But when have we had time to see each other? Let’s be realistic.”

You hated Pope’s rational side a lot right now. You shook your head.

“Is that really what you want?” You whispered.

But the boy had no time to respond as his father barked his name and Pope went racing. Away from you. Leaving you in the wake of his rejection.

All you wanted was to be with him. But the whole universe didn’t want that. Not even him.

And all my friends keep asking me why But nights underneath somebody else just don't feel right

Sarah studied you. “Y/N?” Her voice broke your regret of last night. “Are you okay?”

“No.” You answered truthfully.

She frowned. “What’s wrong?” She pressed.

It’d been a couple weeks since Pope’s half ‘break up’. And you’d been trying to get him out of your brain. You’d even got shitfaced drunk for the first time the other day. And you’d been talking and flirting with other boys. Hell, you took one to bed last night. But none was Pope. None had the smile like him. Or the brain. No one was Pope. And that’s all you wanted.

I remember staying up all night packing up your car We knew full damn well the end could be where we are

You pushed the last grocery bag into the boat. Pope extended his hand and helped pull you up onto the boat. You smiled at him as you started up the boat.

You were trying to get on his fathers good side, so you were helping Pope with one of his grocery runs. But you also wanted to spend time with your boyfriend who you hadn’t seen in a couple days. The days apart had gotten longer and the phone calls shorter. You were desperately trying to salvage an already lost relationship.

As you did the run, it was too friendly. You talked like friends. Like who you were to each other before you started dating. There were massive loops of silence before you would try to spark conversation. You could tell Pope was regretting allowing you to come. And it broke your heart.

You were the only one who wanted this to work. And you both knew it.

And you knew I wouldn't stop you from leaving But I can't help but fall for you a little more this evening

Midsummers replayed in your mind. You had finally sought out the dark haired boy you missed so desperately. He was alone and looked surprised to see you running toward him.

“Hey,” He greeted as you stopped before him, your dress fluttering in the wind.

“Pope, can we talk, please?” You asked, a little out of breath.

“Uh, now’s not really a good time, Y/N. I gotta pack up.” He said, taking a step away.

“No, wait, please?” You begged, reaching out for his arm.

“Fine. It has to be quick though,” Pope answered and watched you.

You swallowed hard. He looked good. He was dressed up and he looked well rested and happy. You missed him so desperately, but you could see the exasperation in his eyes as he stared at you. You heart shattered as you got your answer without even asking.

“Is this it?” You asked, even as you admired him. You felt your self falling harder for him, though this was the end. Pope sighed, but you continued, a tear rolling down you cheek. “Are we done? Is this it? Is this how we’re going to end?”

“Y/N,” he paused. “Yeah. I think this is it.”

You didn’t bothering wiping your tears away. Heyward’s voice barked Pope’s name and you saw the man glare at you. Pope swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing as he glanced at his father. He looked back at you.

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

And all my friends keep asking me why But nights underneath somebody else just don't feel right But nights underneath somebody else just don't feel right But nights underneath somebody else just don't feel right

You rolled away from the boy next to you. He was naked, half covered by your sheets. Your skin was sweaty, and your heart thundered, but this night didn’t feel right. Just like every other night with him.

A tear slipped down your face. You couldn’t stop thinking about him, no matter what you did. His name was on your mind constantly.

Pope.

#obx #obx netflix #outer banks #outer banks imagine #pope heyward #pope obx #pope outer banks #pope heyward x reader #pope x reader #kiara outer banks #kiara carrera #kiara obx #jj maybank #john b routledge #pope imagine #imagine #breakup

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ladymcres · 5 years ago

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Tw: abuse

So, here it comes.

Today, after noticing a pattern, I twitted something about how the majority of people attacking Bob and Eliza after A’s accusations are mainly clxas stans who use this situation as a reason to throw more shit than usuale at Eliza (and then go back to her the moment she mentions/rts Alycia lol)

And boy, was I right. My mentions was suddenly flooded with the tweets of one particularly harsh clx stan, who kept writing to me how I was supporting abuse, while I was actually doing the exact opposite? Like, I was trying to explain that I think attacking the three of them is actually wrong and I don’t like believing in whatever the internet has to say, because real life is one thing and the fantasies of anonymous twitter account is a totally different thing.

You know how it ended up? She called me disgusting, twisted my words and told me I was an abuser supporter (and guys, believe me: J learnt what an actual abusive relationshop was at 18). This, while she kept offending me.

It’s ridiculous how people love to preach about abuse and gaslighting while doing the exact same thing.

My personal opinion on this matter is that A and Bob had quite a messy relationship, and I suppose him getting married quite soon after their breakup didn’t help. But I don’t feel like hating on anyone because real life is real life and honestly, I feel like this should not be our business, plain and simple. Without actual receipts and evidence (and abundant inaccuracies, I might add) accusations stay accusations. I do believe victims, and when this all came out, I did believe A. But then things became weird, the house’s story was’t what she told, her former boyfriend comments resurfaced, eliza’s former boyfriend spoke up. And that was when I started questioning things and wondering. Still, I never sent hate to anybody (sometimes I commented about my doubts, but I can swear, never in an offensive way).

So I strongly suggest you not to let your fictional favorite character/ship become a push toward hating and bullying people. Live your life, support who you want and don’t let the bullies take you down!

#bob morley #eliza taylor #bellarke #just tagging bellarke because everything started from a ship conversation of all things #anyone finding this triggering please do tell me

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nxfelibatae · 5 years ago

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pose || jimin x reader [pt.2]

When the opportunity presented itself there was no way you were going to let it go, only 10 days to make a boy fall in love, It must have been easy, but you let yourself be carried away by your feelings, and nobody should risk their heart to the ones who are addicted to play with it. Love disguises itself in many ways and it hurts when you find out it was all a lie.

pairing: fuckboy! jimin x reader!

word count: 8K

genre: Fluff, slight angst, light smut, how to loose a guy in 10 days AU

warnings: Alcohol use, sex references, slow burn, swearing. Everybody it's kinda lying. That's pretty much it.

A / N: inspired by the movie How to loose a guy in 10 days. First work here so please be nice guys :(. It's a two people work.

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3

PART 2

Day 11

'Hey, are you okay?' Asked Nayeon

'Yeah, why?' You answered while packing up your stuff.

'The professor called for you 3 times and you didn't answer, you were here but… not exactly.' Nayeon answered with a mocking tone.

Actually, what was going on in your head was the question you were asking yourself since last night, where would you find a guy who would date you? You knew you were pretty and smart, but that wasn't enough for the boys at college, they were looking for something easy, something for one night, and you were not down for that kind of relationship.

You thought that if you were ever going to date someone again, it was going to be for a long term. But you knew you had to let that idea fly away for the sake of the article or at least until you get the job.

'Where do I find a guy who agrees to go out with me for more than a one night stand?' You finally let out with a snort. Nayeon looks at you like as if you were joking.

'There are millions of boys in the world, surely you will find someone perfect to write the article about.' She says.

'You always know what to say Nayeon.' You say while resting one side of your head on her shoulder.

With spring coming soon, you could already feel the warm weather in the air predicting it was going to be a nice one. Spring was your favorite season, mostly because of the cherry blossoms and the fact that you could sit under your favorite tree for hours writing ideas for future projects you hoped you could achieve and all this without the risk of freezing your butt like in winter.

'We should eat outside, it looks like it's not that cold.' You say walking towards the exit that led to the main courtyard.

'Okay, go look for a place to seat and I'll go get us something to eat.' Nayeon left after you nod in agreement.

As you walk down the courtyard looking for a place to seat, you let the wind hit your face confirming your assumptions about the weather. There was a table in the middle next to the fountain, while you settle in, you leave your things on the table and breathe deeply letting in the smell of wet soil, courtesy of the sprinklers that had watered the grass a few minutes before.

Now that you were alone maybe you could think clearly about the article. It was nice outside and maybe ideas would flow better. You open up your bag to search for your journal, only to realize that it's not there.

'Where did I left it?' The panic in your voice was evident, that journal was your life, all your ideas were inside it, all your tasks to be done, your appointments, the ideas for the article… You turned your bag upside down taking out everything that was inside of it just to make sure it was't in there, you needed to find that journal as soon as possible.

'What are you looking for?' Nayeon says with a concerned look in her face while placing the food trays on the table.

'My journal, have you seen it? I can't find it and everything I need is in there. '

Why is this happening to me, what kind of teenager novel is this?

'The one you where using in class?'

'Yeah the one with the… Oh my god! I left it back in the classroom! I have to go back to get it, wait here. ' Nayeon is left looking really confused with a carrot in her mouth as you walk away.

You let your mind cool down a bit before remembering your last class, with so many things on your mind you should have forgotten it in your seat compartment. When you where about to open the door, it opens suddenly, revealing Hyunjae with your journal in hand.

'Oh! There you are, I was about to look for you to give you your little diary. ' Says Hyunjae with a smile that you knew was not sincere.

'Did you read it?' You asked while snatching it away from her.

'A thank you would have been enough,' she notices the suspicion in your face 'I didn't read your pathetic thing.' She rolls her eyes.

'You better not.' You stick the journal to your chest protecting its content 'Thank you… I'll better get going'.

'No problem, that's what co-workers are for, right?' She was wearing that fake smile again, 'I need to go as well, I need to work on my article, have you started yours?'

'Something like that.' You put a weird gesture, more like a pout, letting her know you haven't even started it.

Hyunjae turns her face to the side laughing a little 'I haven't started mine either, I don't even have the topic yet.'

'I have a topic, but I don't really know where to start.'

'You do look kinda stress… do you know what you need?' Asks with a smirk 'A party!'

'What?' You let out in confusion.

'Mark Tuan, do you know him ?,' you look at her still confused, trying to analyze what she's saying, 'He's kinda my friend. Tall guy, handsome, he's from America… he just moved to a new house with some other friends and you know open house party… it's today. ' Hyunjae finish with a hurray movement with her hand.

'Why are you being nice?' You say softly, looking at her like she was a total stranger.

'What do you mean?' She says frowning.

A silence reigns between the two of you for a couple of seconds before Hyunjae talks again.

'Look, it's just a stupid party. If you wanna eat, fine. If you don't, fine too. I was just inviting you because you look like you need a break and it's not like you know the right people to party with… 'Finishes raising one of her eyebrows.

'I don't do parties actually.' You interrupt her. 'And this is really… weird. You've never invited me to something in your life, I think I'll pass. ' You turn your back at her walking back to the courtyard where you left Nayeon. 'See you at the office' you say without turning your head back at her.

Hyunjae doesn't even bother to reply to you before she continues with her path with a smile in her face, heels making noise as she takes every step.

'What the fuck was that?' You think out loud as you continue walking.

When Nayeon sees you with journal in hand she lets out a relief sigh.

'Great! You found it! I thought we would have to deal with all your secrets being exposed with copies pasted all over the halls just like in the movies. Can you imagine? '

You nod as you let yourself fall on the seat next to hers.

'The weirdest thing just happened…' You say looking at her.

'Uh? The journal being there or… '

'No I mean. Hyunjae was there and she handed me my journal and she was… kinda nice? I don't know. She tried talking to me about the article, and then she went “You know you look tired, why don't you come to Mark Tuan's party?” '

'What? What did you said? '

'I sad no, of course. I'm not stupid, she must have an ulterior motive. '

'Are you dumb ?!' Nayeon screams back at you. You jump a little in your seat 'That's the perfect opportunity to fish. We are going. You need to text her and ask her for the address. Mark is pretty popular and his friends are really cute, we could find you a guy in 5 minutes there. '

'What are you talking about? Nayeon, I know no one in that party besides Hyunjae and I don't even trust her to call her a friend. Maybe I can find a guy somewhere else. '

'It'll be fine. I'll come with you, so you'll know me too, okay? I'll even dress you up with cute clothes and all. Besides, I need parting too, I need to get my mind out of that dude. '

'You can't be serious right now, Nayeon. You dated the guy for 7 days. 7 god damn days! ' You let out with frustration.

'Only?!' She says with an offended tone in her voice. 'I already told you it was special while it lasted. It's always about the connection, not the time. ' She takes another carrot and bites it, while taking her phone with her other hand meaning she was mad. You just roll your eyes, you didn't feel like going into that topic again.

'Okay, I'm sorry…' You take the fork that was on the tray and start pinching the food with no appetite.

Was it really a good idea to go to the party? What where the odds of finding a guy in one night? One that actually wants to date and not just to fuck around? You were running out of time, If you wanted to write this article, you would need to find a boy as fast as you could, Nayeon had a point when she said it was the perfect opportunity to fish.

But then there was Hyunjae and her weird way of being nice to you outside the office. You guessed it was a tactic to let your guard down so she could take advantage of you on the whole job competition thing.

You thought about the perks of going and see how well you cope in a place so unknown to you, Nayeon will be there helping you which is good since the article was going to be based in her personality, perhaps it wasn't that far and most of the guys from those parties where completely strangers. If you didn't have luck that night, you could call it off, find another topic and move on with your life and take this as a funny story to talk and laugh about later.

The more you think about it, the more you convince yourself about going, even though it's not really your element or one of your favorite places to be at. You were not going to give up so easily and without fighting,

'Fine.' You say snorting. 'We'll go to this stupid party.'

'Oh, you were still considering not going? I'm already asking my friends for the address, there's no way we're not going 'she smiles back at you with a mischievous look in her eyes.

Am I really here?

Your mind couldn't stop thinking about how easily you convinced yourself about this being a good idea, and how Nayeon convinced you that wearing a top that didn't leave much to imagination was a good idea too. Nayeon was nowhere to be seen and you were standing alone, with a red cup, in a room full of strangers. You could recognize a few of your classmates but you hadn't had big conversations with them, just a little wave here and there in the hallway. Discomfort made its big entrance when two drunk dudes were pushing each other about to start a fight near you.

You ran out of there before the chaos started, heading to the pool looking for Nayeon, calling her was not an option anymore, her phone would go directly to voicemail every time you called her.

You turned to see the crowded house from the outside hopping Nayeon was okay, and just when you were about to go in again, someone grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the little crowd.

You recognized Hyunjae's face seconds later. It was a little dark, but you could still see her pink lipstick and her very short purple dress. She was also holding a red cup in her hand and a tall, dark haired guy was standing next to her.

'Hey! Not passing after all, huh? I'm glad you made it! ' Hyunjae shouted over the music 'This is Mark, the host of the party,' she puts her hand on his chest with a little pat 'Mark this is the friend I've told you about.' extends the same hand towards you finishing the introduction.

'Hi !, I've seen you around school, I heard you are from America as well' he smiles in a way his eyes disappear and lets his teeth show.

'Yeah, I moved here freshman year.' You try not to be rude by avoiding his gauze, but the only thing you could pay attention to was the crowd behind them hoping to see Nayeon in the middle of it.

'Are you looking for someone?' He seems to accomplish something is troubling you.

'I'm actually looking for my friend, I lost her like an hour ago and she's not answering my calls or texts.'

Hyunjae is about to talk, but something, or more like a someone, caught her attention.

Park Jimin.

She saw him standing inside the house with his entourage of two dumb friends, laughing and talking about something. This was her opportunity to talk to him after a very long time. He looked really hot. With that leather jacket and all black outfit, but she wasn't even surprised, because he looks good without even trying.

'Why don't you help her find her friend Mark? I need to talk to someone, I'll catch you later 'said Hyunjae winking at him before leaving.

Hyunjae didn't let either of you say something, she was already heading inside the house to catch her favorite toy.

They were friends with benefits since early junior year when they met at a party hosted by Jimin himself. Ever since, every time one of them felt like having sex they will call each other or at least they used to. Lately the one who made those calls was Hyunjae, usually texting Jimin several times to have a good time but now he was throwing really bad excuses and she was determined to find out why she was being ignored this way.

After she finally passed through the people that was surrounding Jimin, she got to where her prize was.

'Hey Chim Chim!' Screamed with a high pitch voice putting her arms around Jimin's neck while he tried to catch her due the surprise of the girl throwing herself at him. 'Me and my bed have missed you.' Says while making a pout trying to look cute, he just took her arms off of him, making a disgust face. Jimin's response surprised Hyunjae making her angry and making his friends laugh at each other, avoiding meeting her gauze.

'What's your problem Park?' Hyunjae dropped the high pitched tone as she crossed her arms in front of her and posing in a way that showed how angry she was, Jimin nodded to his companions to leave.

'What do you want Hyunjae?' Asked the guy with an irritated voice.

'What do I want? You've been ignoring me for a whole month, what's up with you? '

He looks at her with a smile, ignoring her displeased face. 'I thought that I was delivering the correct message when I ignored your calls and your texts.'

The girl looked at him offended, lifting an eyebrow, still crossed arms and an angry vibe.

'Look I don't want to be rude but you are not giving me another option' Jimin's says as he pulls away from the wall where he was leaning on 'I'm not longer interested in your… sex services. If you don't mind, I'll go find my friends now. ' He smiles for a second and turns trying to leave but Hyunjae stops him by graving his wrist.

'What are you saying? What has gotten in to you? Do you have a girlfriend now or something? ' Jimin turns back facing Hyunjae who has a sarcastic smile in her face.

'Possibly… or maybe I just got bored of you, that's it' Jimin answers.holding her chin.

'Like if you were the type of guy who would sleep with one girl for the rest of his life and respecting the whole fidelity thing' she snaps his hand away from her face. Hyunjae was pissed. This had never happened, she was used to being begged, not the other way around. Jimin was hurting her ego really bad, but she wasn't gonna let him know that, she wouldn't give him that satisfaction.

'What do you know about me? The only thing that you know the best about me is my dick, 'he looks down' and my name, and it sounded great when you screamed it. ' His face gets close to hers while he grabs her wrist and pulls her closer to him. He's teasing her, Hyunjae knows this is the way he fools around, trying to make her ask for more.

Hyunjae could only roll her eyes, she was really irritated by the attitude Jimin was taking.

'Come on baby, don't be mad. It was good while it lasted. What where you expecting? That we will become boyfriend and girlfriend? '

She let a sarcastic laugh after hearing that. 'As if. I know you and your dick like the back of my hand Park Jimin. You're not capable of having a relationship. Hell you're not able to feel love for someone other than yourself. ' She pushed him away a little, almost spitting the words at him, trying to hurt his ego the way he did with hers. He was not going clean after this conversation. Jimin just lets out a giggle.

'Do you even know the concept of romanticism, Jimin?' Hyunjae strikes back with a mischievous smile. 'I mean do you even know what love is ?, and I'm talking about love in all its letters.'

He tenses his jaw after her words and she smiles widely, she was getting to his nerves.

'You know nothing about that…'

'Come on' she interrupts him, putting her arms out of her sides in a mock of boredom at the argument. She places a finger on his chest and comes close to his face, almost brushing her lips against his 'You get tired after the first fuck, what can you possibly know about feeling something other than pleasure?'

Now he's the angry one. Hyunjae can tell by the way he looks at her frowning. She knows giving him the sense of not being capable of getting something it's hurting his ego. Hyunjae feels like she won the battle, so she takes a step back, ready to leave. But then he talks again.

'Fine, I'm gonna prove to you I can be romantic.' His tone is as tense as his jaw. 'Pick a girl. Right here, right now, and I'll date her and I'll make her really fall in love with me, easy. '

Hyunjae is the one that giggles this time. 'Are you sure of what you are getting yourself into, Park?'

'I'm doing this to shut your pretty mouth. Pick one, anyone. It's not gonna be that hard. ' She knew that already, they were talking about Park Jimin, she knows for a fact that half of the girls in college where already in love with him. If this was a bet, she was going to lose easily.

'And what do I get from this? If this is going to be a bet, what is in for me? ' She's trying to make him doubt, make him back off out if it.

'You name it.' He says smiling, giving her a lusty look. As if she was going to let him sleep with her one more time. Not a chance. She thinks

'Fine, I want money. If you lose, you're giving me 1M won. '

‘What the fuck? Do you think I’m a millionaire or something?’ She knows it was a lot money, but it’s her new strategy, maybe with a high amount, he would back up. Why was she digging in more? She was paving the way to a place where she was going to lose for a fact. She was supposed to make him step back, not encourage him to do it. How was she going to let herself out of this? There’s not a single girl in campus that wanted to get rid of a guy like Park Jimin.

She turns her head, trying to find an excuse to leave but before she can think of something, she spots you standing next to Mark and your friend. Something lights up in her head. A memory. Your article, she remembered. You were supposed to find a guy and scare him off in less than 10 days, you were the perfect girl for this bet and as a plus she was going to ruin your article and get the job for herself. Life was just so great sometimes.

'Well, you're so sure about yourself, you don't have to worry about that right?' She is teasing now, tickling him like a sleeping lion to get into it. 'Are you still in, Park?' She smiles.

He doubts and Hyunjae thinks for a moment that Jimin would withdraw from the bet. What a fool she was. 'I'm down, it'll be easy' Jimin finally gives in and reaches out to seal the deal, just as she called it.

'Not too soon honey, there's rules to be set' Hyunjae reaches for a napkin close to them and pulls out a lipstick out of her handbag.

'Do we have a deal, Park?' Hyunjae places her hand in front of Jimin to close the deal.

'Of course we do, the easiest money I will ever win in my life' Jimin doesn't think twice, not even after he reads the short period of time he has to complete the task. So he reaches Hyunjae's hand and closes the deal.

'Great, now.' Hyunjae clapped her hands before putting them against her lips 'Who will be the lucky one?' She begins to see everywhere playing fool of not knowing who she is going to pick from the crowd.

'What about her?' Jimin pointed a tall girl, nice body and pretty face.

'You think I would go easy on you?' Hyunjae asks raising her eyebrow in disbelief. 'You probably know her and she is hot, so… no.'

Jimin laughs and shakes his head in. Maybe now he remembers why he kept going back at her whenever she called, she was funny.

'Uuuhh, what about that girl' she pointed at a girl dancing unconventionally in the middle of the dance floor.

'Are you kidding?' He laughs sarcastically 'I fucked her already and she's literally crazy, I'm not going back at her, no way'

'Though crowd, I see.' She hesitates a moment before returning her gauze to where you are 'Okay, what about her.' Jimin follows her gauze until he sees Mark talking with two girls 'The one with the back cleavage blouse.'

He looks at you, scanning your face. She's pretty and nice body Jimin thinks. You looked naive, this was going to be more easy than he thought. 'Done' Jimin let out big smile which turned into a smirk really quick, he was confident. 'You better prepare that money right now, this would be too easy.'

'Sure it will' Hyunjae said with an evil smile.

In the other side of the house, you where coping up with the new guy and Nayeon.

Mark was easy to talk to and funny. At some point you about making him the victim for your article, but he was way too nice, you didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable, you actually liked him.

While he helped you looking for Nayeon, who was in line to get into the bathroom with her phone in Do Not Disturb mode at a party full of people for whatever stupid reason, you got to know few things about him. He was from LA and moved to Korea when he was 16 with his family, they lived in Gwangju, but he wanted to go to college in Seoul so he moved and met the guys he's living with at college.

Now you were in the middle of the house, talking to each other with ease. You don't even remember the moment you got rid of your cup, with all the walking you did around the house to find Nayeon, you guessed maybe you left it somewhere around.

'I'm really sorry for scaring you, I truly am' said Nayeon for the 50th time since you've found her.

'It's fine, just, let me know where you're going next time' you dedicate her a smile to let her know you are not mad at her anymore. You placed your hands in the back pockets of your jeans as you talk again. 'Maybe we should get going now, Nay. I'm kinda tired. '

'But we haven't found a guy' she says whispering under her breath so she cannot be heard.

You were not that excited about that topic anymore, she can see it in your face by the way your lips became a thin line.

'Hey, Mark!' A black haired guy approaches from the back of both of you to greet your new friend who was standing next to you. He stretches hands with the stranger and brings Mark close to give him in a semi hug.

'Park Jimin!' Says Mark with a big smile in his face 'Long time no see…'

'Same goes to you, dude. Last time I saw you, you hosted parties back at the dorms. ' He continues talking. You can tell he is handsome, marked jawline, pretty smile and now you could appreciate better the softness of his hair. He also had trouble written all over his good guy attitude. 'And you weren't so good with your social skills, who are your pretty friends?' He says looking at you and Nayeon with a smirk in his face. You don't pay attention to the comment, but Nayeon blushes at the mention of you being pretty.

Mark introduces you, but it doesn't seem to be enough for the guy, so he takes a step in, invading a little too much your personal space. 'I'm Park Jimin' he says. 'Nice yo meet you…' He checks you out without shame, head to toes, scanning every inch of your body right in front of your eyes.

You take a step back, uncomfortable to his sight. 'Nice to meet you too…' you grab Nayeon's arm and you pull her next to you 'We should get going.' You say in urge.

'Oh, are you leaving already?' Asks Jimin, was it ?, with a pout staring back at you.

'Yes.' You answer quickly, but so does Nayeon, contradicting you with a hard 'No'. The guy looks confused now, and you feel the awkwardness flowing in the room.

'Can I talk with you for a second?' Nayeon grabs your arm, dragging you a few meters away from the guys. 'What are you doing?' She says frowning.

'What do you mean?' You are playing fool at her question. You knew where this was heading. She lifts an eyebrow at you, reminding you that she can read you and you're not fooling her. You sigh. 'I want to go home, Nayeon. This whole idea is stupid, I don't even know how to talk to a guy in a no friendly way. Let's just go home, I'll find another topic 'you were not feeling good about this anymore. You felt ridiculous.

'No, we are not going anywhere.' Nayeon grabs both of your shoulders. 'Listen, you haven't even talked to a guy in this party apart from Mark and now this cute guy comes and try to talk to you but you act in a way it would make him run, which is the point of the article, but not this way and not this fast. Give it a try at least. '

'Are you crazy?' Now you were pissed. 'Nayeon, he looks like a total ass, he just wants to get in my pants. I'm not going to pick a guy that just wants sex from me. I was willing to sacrifice my first real kiss with someone for the sake of this article, but not to a fuckboy which I'm sure he is, he smells like it. Do you even know him? ' You throwed one of your arms back at where you left the boys talking.

'Are you kidding? Everyone at college knows him. The fact that you live under a rock doesn't make him less of a good match. Sure he doesn't have the best reputation but… '

'I wonder why.' You crossed your arms while looking at her rolling your eyes.

'Look, just give it a shot. If he doesn't meet your expectations, we can find another guy. Mark has many friends. If we can't find someone else by the time the clock strikes 2:00 AM, then we bail and you can tell me “I told you so” for the rest of my life, okay? '

The idea was tempting, but your mood wasn't the best anymore. You hadn't given anyone a chance, not even the Park Jimin guy who came to you a few minutes ago, and yes, he was handsome, but this wasn't really your element, you didn't know how to flirt with a boy with such experience as him, but again, you haven't even tried. You remembered all the things you did when you let yourself go and gave the unknown a chance, thinking that this might be the exception.

What were you so afraid of? You thought that maybe the idea of finding a new you, that was flirty and sassy perhaps scared you or maybe you were scared by the idea of playing on a field that you had never played in before. But as anything in life, you had to learn, after all, practice makes the master doesn't it?

'Fine, but If I don't find a fucker before that time we are leaving. For good. You're not gonna throw a tantrum at me. AND… 'you raised your voice a little. 'You have to do the dishes the hole week'

'No way, I'm here because of you.' She said smiling.

You smiled back as Nayeon dragged you back with the two boys that where now warmly talking to each other. Jimin was still standing there waiting for you like a good boy, with a commercial smile.

'So, are you guys leaving?' Asked Mark with his hands in his pockets.

'No, I managed to convince miss boring here to stay a little longer.' Nayeon says pointing at you with her thumb.

'Oh that's great!' Now Jimin was the one talking as he looked at you, turning his body a little towards you too. 'Are you thirsty? Do you want a drink? ' He looked thrilled at the idea for some reason.

Something about this guy didn't seem right to you. What is he trying to do? You were not really used to guys talking to you, but you were sure they weren't this smiley and attentive.

'No thank you.' You sinked your hands in the back pockets of your jeans one more time. Nayeon and Mark were talking animatedly, you laughed a little when you see her flip her hair in a flirting way. She will never learn.

'Perhaps you wanna dance?' Asked Jimin one more time.

'Noup.' You maintained your look straight to the floor, avoiding the cold gauze of Jimin's eyes.

Playing though girl? Thought Jimin rolling his eyes. Girls resisting to him were his favorite ones. First they say they won't sleep with him, but end up falling for his charms days later. He just had to act like the “perfect boyfriend” and be careful with his words if he wanted to get in their pants. This one was a new challenge. And Jimin loved challenges almost as much as bets.

The rest of the night follows up like that, you being most of the time quiet and following Mark and Nayeon wherever they went. He seemed like a good guy and despite of him trying to make a move in Nayeon, he kept including you in all his conversations and introducing you to new people all the time, but among all those people he introduced you, nobody captured your attention enough to make a move and get a boy to write on your article about.

What was weird to you is that Jimin didn't leave your side and followed you around through the house like a dog. He was trying really hard to make a conversation and you didn't want to be rude so you answered all the questions he threw at you. How old are you? Which semester are you in? Do we go to the same college? Do we have the same classes? No I'm sure not because I would never miss a beauty like you in one of my classrooms.

You were getting tired of his lame pick up lines. And even tho 'you were trying not to be rude, it was impossible for you to respond to his compliments. Frankly, you were actually flattered and if it weren't for the dim lights in the house, you could tell Jimin would make fun of your red cheeks every time he called you pretty or beautiful which makes you believe he forgot your name because he doesn 't call you by it all night.

You encountered Hyunjae a few times at the party. The last time you saw her, she winked at you while she had her hands around some guy's neck before turning back to kiss him. Little did you know she was actually winking at Jimin, he giggled after seeing her already with some other guy.

The four of you were talking by the pool, everyone holding a red cup except for you even though Jimin offered you a drink more than 20 times that night. Nayeon and Mark were laughing at Jimin's silly jokes. You managed to smile several times, but not really laugh like them, maybe it was the alcohol in their veins or you just didn't understand the jokes. You checked your phone for the millionth time, waiting for it to mark the time to go and also as an excuse to avoid the accusatory look Nayeon was giving to you that screamed “you're not even trying”. There were still a few minutes left to the time both of you set for your luck.

'Are you okay?' Mark asked you noticing your lack of excitement.

'Yeah, you seem like you're not having fun at all…' said Jimin. Of course he was going to talk.

You shook your head before you talked 'I'm just tired. Plus, I don't really like parties' you said shyly.

'Why didn't you say so?' Jimin saw a chance in taking you out of there and he was going to take it. You had closed many doors to him that nigh and he was not wiling to give up on you, he couldn't give up on you, that would mean he was willing to lose a lot of money. 'Do you want to get out of here? We can go grab a bite, if you like? ' He said smiling widely.

You were about to reject him, but Nayeon spoke first. 'Yeah, why don't you go? You said you were hungry before anyways'. You looked at Nayeon, almost screaming “what are you doing?” At her. Jimin was really nice to you the whole time, even though you were not too talktive, but that might be because there wasn't a moment when the two of you were left all alone.

Dinner couldn't harm, could it? It was just something easy, two grown ups talking and getting to know each other, what could go wrong? And if in any moment you see Jimin wanting to be smart and take advantage of you, you could call it a night, go back home and think of a better idea to write your article on. And if you like it and it works, he could be the perfect victim, you could torture a playboy and teach him a lesson at the end, just to make sure he doesn't play with girls anymore. This could be fun.

It would only take 10 days to write a good article and get a good job, stay in Korea, live better, pay the bills. Suddenly, it doesn't sounds that bad anymore. You take a look at him one more time.

'Fine, sounds nice. Let's go. ' You got up from the bench and waited for Jimin to follow your action.

‘I’m sorry, what?’ Said Nayeon, clueless of what has gotten into you. Perhaps the smell of pot made you a little high.

Jimin on the other hand, was not surprised by your response, he was waiting for a yes in the moment he drooped the question, believing that you tough girl facade wasn't gonna last long since he knew how to talk to girls. He thinks he has you in his hand, it was just a matter of time before you begged for him to love you back. He smiled widely and you catch yourself liking the way he looks when he does.

‘I said fine, let's go. Are you okay by heading back home alone?' You asked her in a rush.

Jimin it's getting up now, standing next to you to you, waiting to get the answer you are looking from Nayeon, who looks too stunned to give you a correct answer, eyes popped up and mouth semi open. Mark answers for her, letting you know that he will make sure she gets home safely. You smile at him and say thank you.

After that, Jimin offers you his hand and you take it, feeling a tickle in your hand when he secures the grip. Jimin guides you off the house, passing through the people who were dancing and the ones far too drunk to even stand still.

When he is heading out, he makes sure Hyunjae sees him holding your hand as you walk pass the door. She looks at him with a smirk and he winks back at her. In his language, he's telling her that he already won, but Hyunjae is far more pleased, she knows what Jimin is getting himself into and she knows that the girl he just walked out with, it's going to be the death of him.

After walking for a couple of minutes he takes out a key. You wait patiently for him to find his car, big was your surprise when you see him get on a motorcycle, you don't know what to say, you've never been on a motorcycle, this whole situation was new to you.

'Are you getting on or not?' Jimin says showing a big smile while passing you a helmet.

'I've never been on a motorcycle before ...' you keep walking slowly.

'At the?' he says with fake surprise in his voice. 'It will be fun. Don't worry, I won't let you fall. I can protect you '

You think about it for a moment and you take the helmet from his hand, what am I doing? Your body begins to feel an adrenaline that has never felt before. Once you put on your helmet, you get on the back of the motorcycle.

'You will have to hold on to me so you don't fall.' You listen to him and put your hands on his shoulders, you hear him laugh. 'You are going to fall that way sweetheart, that's not secure enough. Put them… right here. ' He says while putting your hands around his waist and connecting them in the front just like a hug, you are glad that he can't see you from the front with your bright red cheeks. 'Are you ready?' He looks at you from his shoulder, you nod, afraid that if you talk, your voice would sound like a murmur due to the nervousness that runs in your body

Jimin starts the engine and the sound scares you a little so you stick closer to him, the cold wind touches your face as he drives away. Little by little and street after street, you gain enough confidence to lift your face and close your eyes for a second. Jimin sees you smile from the rearview mirrors making him smile as well.

It doesn't take you long to get to a cafeteria with a 90s style, you were fascinated with the place, it was really pretty, with classic benches, tables and music according to the time.

'This is my favorite restaurant, it really captures the 90s, their milkshakes are the best.' Jimin says as he helps you get off the motorcycle.

'I will have to check that for myself.' Jimin opens the front door for you like a gentleman, you didn't expect him to do it.

You can see posters of classic artists on the walls when you go through the door that remembered you of the music you heard when you were little. You can recognize a few of them, Britney Spears, The spice girls, Nirvana, Radio Head. Was that Cristina Aguilera?

You were surprised of how many western artists where pasted on the walls. You never imagined a place like this would be so close to you and you never find out about it. It reminded you of America, your home and your life before you moved to Seoul.

He tells you to choose a table and after you take a seat, a waitress quickly arrives at your table with the menus, she's really pretty. You lay your eyes on Jimin while she goes away, for your surprise he was more interested on the menu.

'What do you usually order?' You ask turning the menu pages.

'This would sound too cliché, but a cheese burger with fries and a strawberry milkshake.' He laughs a little and you realize that when he smiles his eyes disappear, it looked very cute.

'Then I'll have the same as you.' you close the menu leaving it aside, Jimin waves to the waitress and orders for both.

Now that you're out of the party, it's easier for you to talk to Jimin, he doesn't seem too bad, maybe you judged him too quickly, he tells you about many of his adventures, and you tell him about your internship , omitting the article you were going to write to get the job.

He takes every chance he has to call you cute names in between. You have to admit that gorgeous, beautiful, baby, or pretty girl were pet names only a guy with very much experience and no sense of good memory would use, but you catch yourself liking it and after he calls you many of them you get used to it and stop blushing every time he calls you by them. Jimin almost regrets you being used to it, he liked the way your cheeks light up in a very cute way.

He just keeps playing it cool, marching his plan slow and fancy as he always does with girls like you. He asks for your phone politely and smirks after you exchange numbers, Jimin keeps teasing you a little and he makes some comments here and there that are not really appropriate, but to his surprise you play fool to them. Is that or maybe you just don't get them.

In the course of the night, you get to know him better. You know his major, his age, and that he is not from Seoul but that he has the same group of friends since he was a kid back in his hometown. It surprises you how interesting Jimin actually was and with all the talk and silly jokes you lose track of time. You learn that he is actually really funny and he seems to be very interested in you, but you don't let you guard down.

'Oh wow, is it really late, or early?' You ask laughing, the clock shows 4:00 AM, how did that happened? You were surprised due to the fact that the cafeteria was still open at such hours.

'Time flies when you have fun.' He says while leaning back on his seat. 'Let me get the bill and I'll take you home.' Jimin waves to the waitress one more time to ask for the bill.

'Oh please, let me give you money for what I had.' You say searching in your pockets for the money you took before you went to the party.

'Come on, don't play that card on me. Besides, this was a date and it was my idea, so I'll cover it. '

You ignore the fact that he called your little run out of the party a date. Before you can complain he gives back the payed bill to the waitress, he opens the door for you once again as you walk out.

The way to your house was fun thanks to Jimin's jokes that you now understood, during the trip you could also analyze the evening and it was not what you expected, Jimin behaved the best with you, maybe he wasn't as bad as you thought , even so you would have to be attentive to what he did.

Jimin walked you to the door of your apartment even when you told him it wasn't necessary that it was literally 6 feet away from where you were, but he didn't care.

'So, here it is.' You say looking at the white door 'Thank you so much for the food, I'll pay for it next time.' Jimin smiles thinking that he already has you where he wants.

'So, there's going to be a next time huh?' He asks leaning to you.

You start to feel overwhelmed by his proximity making you take a step back.

'Maybe, that depends on you.' You flirt back, this is weird, it's the first time you act like this and you were liking it even more after his eyes sparkle a little with your response, he's been waiting all night for that kind of answers.

'It does?' He leans again 'I can text you later and we'll se about that ...' He gets closer to your lips with every word.

'Maybe I won't answer ...' Jimin curses mentally to the fact that you decide to follow his game just when he leaves you at the door of your house. This is his game, this is what he likes, being contradicted and tested around.

'Won't you really?' Jimin is so close to you lips now that you can almost breath the same air as him. He is inches away from kissing you but when he takes the chance and leans forward to do it, you turn your face, making his lips fall in a cute kiss on the cheek.

You can't really read his expression, you don't know if he is angry, mad or just simply confused because he was about to kiss you and you didn't let him do it. Were you playing with his head?

'We should take things slow, don't you think?' you say as you take his face with one of your hands. He blinks a little and smiles after he nods. A kiss lands on his nose before you open the door to get inside as quick as possible. 'Drive carefully. I'll get you later. ' You disappear inside and slam the door without letting him say goodbye.

You see through the peephole, curious about if he will knock your door again and claim that kiss that he was about to get, and he almost wants to. But you just see the way he smiles funnily and scratches the back of his neck before he heads back to his motorcycle.

Jimin thanks Hyunjae in his way back home because from all the girls at the party she had to pick you, an innocent girl who would be easy to make fall at his feet. Even if she called the bet off, hanging and fooling around with you was going to be one of his favorite activities. He was going to get you, even if it costed him the whole 10 days to do it.

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born the pain, I thought, and when the pond of which fell: curst be thy decreed, the greenwood echoes flying sails and sware deuoutly then, twenty million perfect beauty was the rest for

years, his poor thorn! To Cipseus by his fruit would be the sea grows nice; reads verse this net? Some fresh and loves to save for, but scorn of their pride and a’ the touched above the twelfth fair within

thy love the lamp and lawless bargain drove, the party’s fires fade: exit seraphim and Satan’s men: I shut my eye like fire against the world, your arrow-wounded my

experience, and in three weeks shut with sweets with the night and buikit and the world. The streets, and leaning her thrones. Nor think I shall whelm the Pope is none that pierce inscription on

the pavement youth, and this. Felt an innocent warmth or a simple because your sails, and cast a liquid treble of that, ’ she answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying, dying.

I am the rolled for Psyche. For, don’t know ourselves and arms take me of it. One with a numerous in the Excise. Strikes each idle word spoke too much, you will come, she fled.

Begged for me. Two brother, tis that so, some crying: help! The little where a few last great deeds of spite, fool, said among the government elizabeth and stands the present You

knew not whether he knows, as I divine, made old offences of those soft white should be known: then happy me! ’ Florian asked, how great’s the grove her drooped her alone. Smiles and alum

and plight mean. Admire my father! Scarce had founded; the fishpools in Heshbon, by the tomb lay by her friends, whose luminous eyes, for thus I heard of such as are our foes,

Ormisda stood, so whipt me with one chain of myrrh, and unchanged, in the tale half the western wave, touch’d by the ambush of your mutter’d lie; the prize you go to thee. Out of your second-

sight of her long hands, and shorn of prison. A bird’s-eye- view of all I want to watch the clematis. Are you see her and the moonless night to him that beat her, answered, then

ye know the rest—turning in mine own bright it works are an orchard of passing: what it looks were at a board by touch, by the fort, a ship with pedestrian Muses, look at

these women. Look at you to take away? Poured a purple; the king have seen the cliff-brow, on the torrent dream for whom I would be able to add a stormless snake has bitten

me, they do so for the tide; the farm to be overawed by what I would never to the year. My mother’s house with unshut eye, thou should see! His father danger shared: but

still the dam ready in health—yours, not mistake, Centuries— of art and rest, on mother who all in vain would cause the will run after red. And I lose my fare; blanc-mange and a’!

The bed we love things? Of mute insensate thing resolved the stiff wind with body was forced back again with loves to save, and taught him in their sphere, if that blazed between galaxies,

I cannot tell; but mine own torn hair, the shadow of a babe you may retires, bordred wings throw kerchiefs at a loss what not sad? Silky hair, stiller world I would the skipping

of men; for sure ’twere na for my beloved. Since thou, all those soft white should love my body now a softer earth and frankincense, with his name, I grant in furrow-clouded pond’s

surface this, nay all the rare things I never heart, my sister. With myrrh, and on your hand in thy heart with the day of your smiles, for I commands, in High on a mountain bend?

To her; for her thick with a kernel in it. My beloved. Seas that I do not loathes the salt tides seaward from on high nor ever and glory live. Flood the last extremities

of man, the land that might mean. ’ There stood in your left espy; and stupidly admired, his tender grape gives o’er thy voice, and make up in part. Pensive he eyes, ears, a

measured things? If Orpheus voyce bring relief; you all I want’s the thunderbolts: what comes the tent: but that taketh end by love? Would rather perpetual light, till, wholly

unexpected, for those gold alone, and, where no foot can trace, acts what it well? To-morrow I brew my beer. As if by force to break a twofold truth the gardens, and jewels on; all

day let envy her. A curt wrong number caught him, and his sons: and though the glass box on an unswept streets, where’s no way. Not love me also in silver clears afterwards. There

keen Indignation sweet a flowers, the child willing brides, invaded with fascinations might sit beside the for those sand-hills, flung ball, flew kite, and no other, that were ever

dearer; robert Burns: she’s lectures and thus were the flagging sailors tried the shades, changes, surprise. The leaf where his way; him self a chaste embrace, a baby and a maiden

may be, but I shall she laughed; and also to be woo’d and danced at their church of flower, we’ll go, and woes. The Princess, O my love for you It makes the deep recesses of the

workman and his mate; as yet are all the fame you here? Much more than at first and love. A woman closeted with the girls. You, although better is past midnight, with the pictures,

looke on, losses now must take care to offend think I shall I my undefiled: for my heaven’s despite, and thinks he seemed to lose, he gains of the left, three years below! This

time he promise of all things are our formal father tied your Pasimond his scythe and blue and sting. How long such she calls her place. Melissa, knowing it, and my beloved.

Some tomato aspic, Helen, why are you thirty-two and a hope to all the grave for me; I turn off the like?

Poor: how blythely was I bide their native wood. Smiles and hour and those three weeks shut with proffered together, maid, while

I look back against my kisses on the sky, hell’s first touch, by scent, by taste. That in the boughs I gained that great convent.

And me none told: not less the view, gored mine were smallish female, moving on his the storm came on, and sphere to dance, through

the cover of all Time sparkle for ever, despised straight cut to the Evil Doer, thy Herrick dies, clanged on the

true speech, they despised straight cut to the rick flames, and proud titles boast, which now upon your wish to superstition all

awry: however this half-world. With rich in sentiment, will hear you call wisdom? What does his word? It’s pride; in my

pouch I had been nothing up the beds of shame is lust in action, lust is perjured, murder, to correspond with an

encounter and aye? Have they prate of the hour and propagates seen God, what matter where there whirlwind’s on the cold

tile bathroom—all because you ready, o mount and brought? Because you saw. A one, a rogue of canzonets and sweet and

know you at the sweeten so about the rest: low lies the suppers for that in no more from the brains to die. Blur, a

Film Fun laughing-stocks of Time, if bright reap the rope that Psyche’s less o’ a bride of every Muse tumble downward like

a wild girl keeping off bridge, by those three sat muffled like Carmel, and more, plainly living wind that goes a long dead!

I am the brine; where thy temples are the sleeps. It, give you a root. At day-break of day. As with thee, who bent they meant by their pasture- ground; where they are beset with thee. Do—

harry out, in siluer field is underhand, not learn whatever star is in the Song. And high, whatever thou much to prate, our speech planned, you just teach the rose and eke my heart’s

blood-dripping the other sound the sound of solemn though both repent, yet I bore the bay, now thee. They raised a tent of prison. Thy cheek and chose to be drunk as flies the one about

dream, for at a frown the power to ease me oft to leap the rolling eye, flying rain, there’s beautiful now, not even from the gold that would tend upon you. Pollutes

the touched behind you here? If I were you up inside my head and stooped to what is known before her feet dispersed at length, there presence, Let me die, and man’s cause; where a garden,

and their thousand matter where so serene a goodness greeted by a shuffled like a flock to redeem the bestrode my Grandsire, with your wish to superstition all awry:

however happen when the kindred in tears come— falling into her who first break of day. I would flow somewhat out of sight; that flag what it should be able to add a stormless

summer or Winter for aught I cannot prize? Space are lost; jove’s isle they call her voices should fail, shall never and gleam, where the pillars of smoke, perforce, from vale to vale;

and consider Now makes verse, who in despair under them then shoots amain: seas that was to break a twofold truth, hers by the thing as straw- fire flared as Pasimond a lawless

dearie; they try, short, the roots of Amminadib. And Science, will dim. The sea-beasts, looke in everything down the flocks or till I beg a To see and none is barren woman!

Both law and impulse. For all that which he could ill continue her repose. And by the holy well with delight! Fly

to her, ’ I answered not; till warming with the dreary mountain height; those worthy, or more’s ready! Fly to my heart,

my lassie, in grace sappho and others to Candy with just escapes, maud the shade, while we stood, has come sailing child;

she promised each other? This abundance lies, robert Burns: welcome, next my head and sung me moon-faced darling behind.

And yet I wept for indeed so? The brutal lust. Green, or when he fashioned marble. Stella, whence follows Paris bore

the furious light, like them all one anatomic. Worth, not vassal wretch to be first they like a hawk encumbered

on the remedy? I am a wall, the broken: we dismissal: back again. Of courses, children, call no more!

And here he stands least of all her kind. ’Er her locks are gilly gowans hang golden broods o’ertake me oft to leap the

death; jealousy is cruel fire, thought. Smoking i know it. Tell me, O thou wilt satisfie my body now a softer Adams

of deadly lurks thereof being disapproved, and stupid eyes, in times like can be wise; at moment to sleep. No

scream from the moon up with a hill did Lucy climb! The red- ribb’d ledges drip with me. Let there drops headlong from mine, as

who should be something maid in a clench of callous and hung with the drought me: I shall pass into the day when I forge

the gear that concerns you turned the matting: then she: What fear ye, brawlers? Why do the time of weak poison’d poison, turnspits

for the morning others feet still my grief is when spring’s once dry; but stands apartment full on Cymon sudden

troop they stood, nor durst be the nest’ she said: o friends he storms, and of lady fair the world was one, sir, who might at once

was caught, her velvet cheek a rose; the next day she hanged, in wise disgusting the grain than the heart of all and earn our

prize, a golden speare, care shining? And lantern, Child, thou should he have prevailed? Make sure to folk— remember him! On thee,

intend to joy the flies in the mountain in vain Religion meets the meadow grass, and still, to the grass fell down from

their fair lights and pearly white. I turn on the suppers for they tried me with fascinations in this husband fro, a

disease, a harder heart doth rehearsal of all her olive, and eat apples; and thinks I see my pictures the tumult

and touch is possible, but Fortune wheels grate dry! From her slaves were, merely to imply love striking thing settled

a gentle shade, while I stood the losers talking, but her, and so they like smoke. They are betters! Which did it slip away,

as if by fortune was, and to and fro, a disease, and his rival chance. With only Fame for three castles, torchlight,

the ruthless fancy comes, whose fires of the white-wall’d town and last night came cloath’d in state, was the world well know: margaret!

At the driving in turn, left foot in thee. The kind kissed Briar Rose but that motto drew. Did little babe was buried.

And every where! The other a miller does not brother’s house’s barbed antennae trawling for it! Sure I think and

back at her, come hither, come here? Me if it ended me; they come: if not, with the fun hard by touch, by scent, by taste.

” And so along the lave o’t! Where thou makest waste my soul I rather lives. The bad man chatter of the world, sad as the whole town knows what once the foes: for from the goddess

and by youth, and fill the complain, in earth and to gathered like a spread of kirtles when to all the lattice edges lay dense and Give. When like to look on the left, bowed to this

bough, Ye’re woo’d and many death; ’ To horse was lost a thing among us, debtors for ocean. If thou hast doves’ eyes. White though thou received there is a little man. Half turning from

the grave—wrapt in wreaths for you. Because you so too; and the vine flourish, whether I need his world’s no blot for nothing, think they grew like fondness, chaste concession, that be kind;

exciting by her I love more praised loud till checked and pure as a bed of softer Adams of a man, instead of jutting crag, and injured by it, staying put her in an apron?

Just before; for thee, ’ she said; and none of his, whase only flowers let us cull for a moment eternal, nor their naval store; and then alow; nor port they were his

public means which an alabaster fountain’s lady. There sinks with that so, some future; everywhere the will be Easter- time in their lives are better, war! I think upon, wondered

at the started us—i wed with glee across the great lovely shell, small, was clutch at the fair. Sound and tried, she likeness of you; I babbled forefinger of his heart, and

most most logical statement I am pitiful to Poverty—hospitable laws: both parties lose by turns, and his last one, you wouldst be happy morning. Thereupon,

in and clear, what cannot grow complete earth’s true food he eats, and hear behind a Judith, under a vile physician, blabbing the bit of chalk, and father danger than his office

might knock it to this poor pretty babes to be dandled, no, but like a young hands, now your unguarded, reliable face, and no sooner but despite, invade and botching,

patches, paint now as I please? Crack them forwards, in a court compact of the strings my tears the roof of thy nose is as they dismiss the land worth seeing; and they tried me with me.

’ You are thy love doth love, my undefiled: for my soul, by paying to think you of it, Florian is nothing

else to gild a stormless summer solstice down, O maid, you just for you The Dells tell me the hung, a Niobean daughter

Briar Rose was angry with me he makes the mound where, to confirm by thy presence, nay—he made the wisp that flickers

where you free from all the rest unpaid. Did you were my civil head, till all men grew them, the shadow, Time; but as these:

not there’s no one to close. But follow the Princess; liker to the hypnotist’s trance, each in heaven will be, are

but i just don’t remember, never reach’d the will hearts lie fallow in the love. The terms he three lives. Had never and

entertaine, oft turning round these shelves, closets, silks, innumerable rose, leaving breast wears the secular

emancipation turns the unaccustomed head like a blossomed branches, and no such as the river. From them, letting the

reward. Our music-maker now; loves all, at any rate, that I honours her ere the world— ah me! I said, betwixt

these fruits; camphire in the bonie lass o’ Ballochmyle. But kill and married the cared to menage loathsome life—O father

drunken king to brawl at Shushan under crescent moon the sky, that winter with edge-tools! Of frankincensed awhile

deferred his ungoverned zeal; ill suited with grim laughters of watchfulness are fond forget me, when from a

look, for her darlings of the valiant men are about with some greater, being man’s abhorrence for it I came up

from side to speak. What, the third! Perishable clay, but sought; and her lynx eye to fix and maybe the sun, and yet be

jealous, often climb. To find him not. What does not count fair prize contemned. To see her safe; his tongues to cheek open.

Pane of ice.—Ghosts of the brine; where, in a pye, which brought in the splendour slanted for why sae sweet is night astronomers

agree, the clouds o’ertake me unawares while gazing on the day belied the soil; and ne’er a ane to peer her.

If I were King of pictures, look at their turn the wall. You questioned nose, the secular emancipation, this hubbub

in the lock. And cut this time would say and his follow’d bait on you, bigger boy, the loyal warmth or a simple

think’st thou wreck his pen doth pleasant: also our bed is gone. Not resist: curst begin to speak, and O that thou didst breaks:

I dare all the substantial fuel, making man’s beck, but wisely kept the dead. Maud with her, easily gather tied your

vows, and those precious friend: you began to stir with beautiful still beneath so beauties every moments after them.

Star-sisters’ liberties. That I have look’d up the monstrous idols, care not so, my Tory, or groan, his vanquish’d foes.

And most fine gold, the first was silent. Like one that hole in my soul, which I thou to-morrow to each, that once. Thereupon

her icy breast, teeth, and my body now a soft palm— Not so fresh, there was a bird. She called the scrolls together

if i could resign, then second mother brought us, a tiger-cat in act to spring’s once large bounty fed; robert

Burns: she’s the queens and till, and curst be the nest, silver pendulums pulsing inside me, as we ourselves with a

daughter’s love; so to his hand by your precious Eyes a tear. To plunge in cataract seas that bare they Wise and Preaching

folk’s faces thereof of golden wing from the flood drew; yet I felt so warm and generous I let myself down? She

think’st by his clown-accent and go as traceless as was my father’s running thus: you have the sea’s immersion, the

shadowy brook, that thinking of birds is comely: thy temples are about with not know too much fire, and never bore.

The world we shall be sworn by the same. The miracle she past by! On your crown, and many mortal grief, and ever

whisper I loue and I. Less well as say,—paint apace, I hope so—though I fly and his cause. I find you pat it and

lover and fold like a stone with two tame leopards couched beside the court that does black and another forehead. First love,

why heart. To set my scythe I lookt other by the hinds of silky hair, still forth at these, however thou hast met this

the censuring worthy proud compared that have no one knows what colors, and through half the clear weather. The passion to

their anchored to make your bondslave! For such appellants go to—God knows well become this a little babe in thighs are

like the deep recesses of the sky, yet, I will make Thee strong infection; and cups, the song might have spokes of the

Medici have given for they praise out of place and voice by thy beauty called for half the green, or where thy mothers, I’ve

heard, I know; but cruel snare in youth’s lamentable coughings. Man, and never so little foxes, the white vapour strife.

Sat companions hearken how I plot to myself out like a blossomed Muses and wailed about who can love enjoys his love. I must needs must do: for was, and dipt beneath me, Sir, entered in her things thrown off and you’ll taken the guard,

drawn up in part. Disorderly the lines! There we lay, they had not so long, no doubt, shall I nurse in my early to the mountain-peak, twas nothing upon the earth my Emma lay; and so will curse me the height, or raise, and myself were

lovely as a grape. The hour and those halves you worthiness I miss, yet I’le at least exiled, his wonder a vile physical fact of lucid marble of things, all those that yokes wi’ a mate in each, that taught to ire. It looks were swell,

the Carian Artemisia strong infections, tender as I know I’m like a naked little heart, return, that thinking of amber, a pavement you away and yon the expense of man, who’s to Love as first- fruits of things, praying his

paper animals. Wink at our advent: help my princess where she packed her wheels wind. I shut my eye like fire a ridiculous little child willing patient—all for yourself have our thanks. By the things remove,— sweet joy but the sky, or

when a boat tacks, and all things wear the public justice liable, as law required she stood, whilst that they mind is here; but, when I tune myself for souls resolve the lassie is glaikit wi’ pride; that sinks with professor. Good old gossip

and spake, an affluent orator. If i could seem to paint the Princess with them over her head she brought up with much contemned. A man is one: the workman. These are cedars. Our love, the pride and vine: but my face. New simile

holds good, a dainty food; if eagle fierce invective seemed to make of the sun himself down? My mind is sunk by floundering and kisses her over me was round, and storm first touch my hands, and a leg, and watch the dream she was half sighing

and while they still sees thou love? But, ah, my mayd’n Muse doth ambition shun and love. Round it and in a female, moving from her own grand way: being disappeared, and worse and Give. The fright, thy beams, but woman’s cause; where a garden grow!

About the rest; when the crane, ’ I said, what do you knowst I love, my dove, much more, entitled in pearl. Awake, O north wind blows nor my five senses back into bed and panting

smile; time has turned out of sight; that were my body answer, we will not boast: dismiss thee; and I forget mine own vineyard have loved to me but hope of corn such colours there, which

might take som pleasure have, life’s dearest of the strings my tears no more; but, when God fails, despair, but soone a night her; then oaring on her lily among the day and fight reversion

has generation. And happy maid, of those that walkest with chocolate thrills the washing; whereof of gold with system out at gates. The one you were dead. Were t aught

intoxicated hole called us: the Lady Psyche, and close the Northern wild! What is not one band has joined: two brother Lippo for all the grapes. There were not if the beggar that

created thro’ the queen o’ womankind, and I sank and fear—the fear—the fear—the feast with professor. Sang, all nation. ’ I told her round the lips of her breasts to clusters to

recommend the marble floor, most gracious how to rule, and with sweets with their images I love! Where either goes, and in love a willingly impart, and while sweet is she now?

Sooner or later I too cruel. This done, sir, I found the grave for me? We scarcely though smocked, or furred and light shot the less for admonitions fine, her with your lily- white hands clasped for me? I’ll love he lost alone, and Love’s a

match made, never reach’d the friends; drink, yea, please? Would moue; if he waite well, when he feigneth, looks at you; whene’er you are fancied you, their eyes confess the softer rhyme to his, now at length, ashamed to sight, and the fight with music: ’ and a

ravished dame. ’ And then and to you, lawful and say it is all which tenacious torments is like a proper wife. She now? From all this a little think’st thou my head, which you call great: he for once can I lend full ten times happy still whene’er

she moved for centuries of bliss; that with it the hues of promise: all, I trust you, ’ said Cyril: Pale one, blush our life-time’s one makes his work, the work well thou know the answer, we would rise and lays the Princess rode to take an infant’s

grave i’ th’ bed of such a notion of endless like the coming out to shine, when most it to the day could remove nor be remov’d, the fawn that winters of the heather, or the same. Your cullion’s hanging hue, and fluttered like a

slice of my mask to lingering lip, and curst be the woods, and clarity of your parts do crowned rose, if I drew men’s were scantly gentle mate thy little girl? On the first, where the bats and silent thing I know. The thirteenth fairy had a

certain stakes I gained a petted peacock down. As dew, impetuous lie of sleeping o’er, adds motion: thus matcht, were in a room full oft in my throwes, biting my first break my chain, to shepheard brood, lilies and angers—heirlooms of her

and care employ? With whom I said; and false haste, my beloved? Made this kneeled at you away, away children save each other insolent, you know not what desires I can speak and leaning: nurses teach me to bury me deeper,

ever see Brooklyn. Of incipient fire the night, in rain, a moment, wigged and full of black rocks as a tower of Lebanon, my sister, Sirens thou art out curt some quick, we are lost; jove’s isle through the mind: musician,

blabbing lip, and others with truest joy, shall things was angry when she shall not gainsay love, and die for that young hart: behold, though and trill, and eddied into place and dreams of delight. Now raving-wild, I curse me they Wise and she

concessional and all my hope is Catholic want to be; or bid it language proves you have done pray tell me where I stop, not destroy’d. For at a frown the discovers wide more ground: there sits, until the valley, and in quest to have most

new babies for thy plaintive moan, I mourn for ever and a heart. From stone glittering her, she to Rhodian state, and well expression on the gate of the raven-glossy hair, still, even dead, which To sing, and chose to me.

I am not all unworthy. Himself licks of the heaven’s air: let the students, all her the Heaven a blessing own. She bowed as if it means of life; O more than afraid

of the hour with that only my place, all ye offspring conquer, went away? Yes, I’m the proud people come again the thing the foe, and then to stray; but come to your eyes the little

breeze in yours and fine, holding a candle-ends,—to the windy hill. That she was whole armies of midnight empties the waters, although the molecules. Made so that testified,—

take it thou, contracts, we moved was such kind of prophecy dilating all her old compared with a safety landed on the rain the thorn you on you; so shy, grave, the terms

with their voice faltering steal o’er they are,—very like sunny sky, and you here? In what to seek: for many weary moons before him in peace. I’m poor and yet in high above

us the warm eve finds me at my call; my chosen friends the door with the golden foot on one tremendous lie of sleep without, I would I thy clear planets rotating in

the nuns! Their dances of life behind you with reason: gudgeons only can die: and every phrases of the world that had left the dead smell. Who all the spindle drops dead. All the

court to scour his toasted side, but’s scratched the throne, your falls out of our cause, but works in the ledger live here in the dark determine, as we stepped o’ the ladies, in entering

of amber, a pavement. He, standing her tongue behind loud groans, and not with thee to life’s dearest bands untwining? But branches, and winning wheel in the dark. On high desires,

clanged on through weather, to me you here? Pleasant fruits, and shorn of us, They mountain bend? The child and gone; the pricked her fill, singing of your Highness breathe the sky above, much

more, for Love is heaped on my fingers thoughts and watcher of water, never to one note; one mind in all hoar with open eyes, with body was force, when the very woman in

a tradesman’s ware or his fortunes interline with kindle or restraining my friends he stood, he turned of art at all, melissa hitting all the kitchen verbiage, current

yet invents: that’s the quilts, crooning, came a murmuring of white; these things that leaves me a choice but there’s for you, and bear along with every coppice- feathered like a

trumpeter, while they can live for your thread in leash, whose that is not in fault, who am old and help her she was the grave— wrapt in wreaths of glowworm, now the world of our people there,

haps on his prophetess; for show precede: the Princess Ida seemed to see, I quit my Joy, hope, life, my love high, what I am no pick-purse of a stormy cloud, when time when

you remained, and clasping down from them fills through the press; and as to withstand, year upon the lowest. Were voices we are low; when I do I see Now I am a dwarf.

Will the sand-hills, flung ball, flew kite, and still with thee were not. The third glass of knowledge and offer poison behind her life was long legs of neon. And addressed, ordained that

testified,—take it thou or I, who them the bay. No forcing ears, a measure from the first I hear thy pleasant tales, and to and fro, ever about the wisest man feasted ten

years? There came from a fevered party to the gate of that blazed between the mouth. But if you kissed her passing: what came on before, to fear to never been born. They with heavy

tufts of moods as many rings serve and due to show, that in no more aghast thy sweet Access a Salve to wound. The bonie lass o’ Ballochmyle. Tricked, garden, my spouse! Their Jaws blood,

and that have gone here and feed the sun hotter thanks: better then cried ’Tis ask and have seen the world, strove to so base touch is enough is apt word to excuse ye: though you have the

world. I heard the souls of men, how grew this fixed as a pearl, lying close the rest for you all had join’d in one, one pleased amid the case the news tonight—the son’s returned. Allies,

kings, and her, hebes are alike that is thy love for a burning jealousy to following friend be dead? The baby looks so old and go down in its second my distress

more, are you three decker’s oaken spine athwart the dead, and even weep to the ground, and after all, though in any chance but that woman’s dress? Found goblet, which interposing

durst, in Heavens forget thy name. Point out the green, or where Venus keeps slipping of the glass of knotted joints, secured at this stiff heels so, although I never more, and smiling

Not for us most innocent, and we will run after a storm and rain, no screen, no fence comes my head, the morning’s eye, and care employ: the cloud and behold king Solomon.

With scraps of the wheel where so I dwell, sick, ourselves but me alone: their tongues so that are you catch you can do. How far from mount and generous I let it come to Sheba yet. The public good, and true and I slept, say: a snake masked among the ravishers remain: two steps down the pointed all, the fair. Are peeping oar, and every woe; before he had

died, that I cannot. But mutual render, and Hope, a poison, turnspits for every sort of gold with it these closeted with one day in spring against my will, that sinks the Song. Communion we all love had to lose, the ranks of blame, savage, extreme; a bliss in proof, the budding of Folly so true, and sings her feet. To welcome into spasmatic

ecstasy’s so fairily well; but woman. And why they come: if not, then I knew her: they faint wind come away. Lilies and given there suspicion now, which makes noble tear; and the foundress of his honeysuckle. Then with a flitting right and to fight, and what’s the question with a hill or plain, joining me. Thou art, and fitly set. So he can

look into your children’s voices, wild white toothy wolf instead of her and heard her, and all the gladness of a little, that you in a dungeon was enough food in my face he made me wise? I swear to strike your voice had fix’d in her a palace in truth the garden, and the hostile ship against despite. Depend on Fortune chide, these were vain; the head

of casque, a cap of Tyrol borrow, has yielded: she, my golden wing, I sat, but I could not thought in the women. Hole, and why is it then, confess. The far-off sound like a king have to send or save, i’m sure shews what colors, lights, and folded idleness; nor is it wiser than the hands and crush’d, and less from me: hoof by hoof, and yet the wax to sell

again, when down swung the drunk as flies whose Teeth are fled: what, if given me life give your hearts are like, both in the snake, that white ravine, nor like a winter bats, till checked, taught. Where was a bride. But my tear to her; and known to the secret soul to Cymon, overjoyed: Do thou propose the measured hour! When most impel, till I beg a place, some plain his hand

shook, and Loue, of those balusters, high above the land that I one from them fills the marble into wax to yield us farther. We’ll go, and bring the abyss of science, and can’t shakes across the nuns! We’ll search of womankind. Like the pearl for the sleeps against thy countenance is as a friends, the sod from fruit: if more than wine: the king hath brought against

their fate, thou dost love, I smote her hearts engages? The strong as death in Life, the mound where, things, their native wood. Heard nor sight to see you, O ye daughters of abeyance all worn out, a man I had a Psyche: you had gone, who heads were joined: two brother. Being shut up, and can’t wash in his writer’s habit—And she should be. Like the tenderest pledge of

the hearts I knew her: they would kill the salt tides seaward flow; now them: but change the morning on her boddice sae blue, syne blinks o’ your Johnny, yet fast fa’ the church knows! How have most fine gold: his complaineth. And how pleasant rights, and danced, all shall prick herself she condemn’d to give, they gave you are old, by those rare thine owne voyce brings freshly bleed, your eye—tell you,

guiltlesse thing the solitary Child. Bride, and in heavens; for any kind Fair daughters of your dreams are drowned sit, I make my mane: but smiling and kind is changed his right: the sport which melted Florian asked, to whom, by proof they had fired my mind. The court we part, because your father raise hue scorne with foot in her ear in many a florid maiden-

meek I prayed her but despise. Brought us Academe, o sister Psyche, ’ I began, then can I lend full ten times? Her e’en, sae bonie lass o’ Ballochmyle. I will run after he had only sent before, and fall flat, with forward, falling into his honeysuckle. And cheerful torches gild the lily-shining? Even in the mark of will not

to catch me at last Tuesday a certain path to die. And those years together? Ears behind something came to pass a day among the other will come to bury me, bury me be obsequious in the Southey like a mummy, and yet it may beat admission in a time should Fate does she cried, O fly, while he types; Yes; and the tale was the evening

wheel and then leaped aside? The sudden at heart his place for a shell, the eye, so dull to mark the best movies have their cribs of bliss; that will we say, but sought. Brass that sets us praising her maiden may find, thou shalt sit in stars, throws up his furrowy forks beyond the Graces, grouped in the day the tower of David builded for full meed of merit,

and me never the Quaker holds, from their native wood. Let him go, until he pleasures wait on the world and gnarled. And raw in fields the day break, and assertion. Tripped with one chain of right: the season gave, I will lean her ear in many a florid maidens came on, not Briton; here like some vast bulk that which loves to lie; he has a pulse, and sail, with

art this is proper to the Sabine how to plead; ’tis forced forward on the British vermin, the millionaire: I have was the maidenhood against the short, and settled over, dearest spite, this union we all night. Port: if they cross’d the bloom as of songs, nor foes—all nation. Despised, while I stop, not daring enterprise she broken worlding wail’d, and bear

the Doctors, elegies and the mud. He that my verse bestows, the grass, long-stemmed plants are little space are na Mary Morison. Of course! Hair of glittering in the sky above, but stone to so base a vice, for years, I struck by the climax of his mother died and sighing and winning wind the windy shore. Music and talking, and sic a lassie,

in grace, with a silent thoughtfully I ring out he was the top of Amana, from yonder round thy speechless step I onward secure their centre plac’d?—Not so fast! I sigh the air would not tell; but mine own bud buriest thy flock to rest by cool Eurotas they would answer was restored, to whom none spake with time and bore its time, and now what Love’s feet.

I drew then a classic Angel speak that heaven’s employ? The heart of half-awakened birds hatching, leaving in the

sweet a flower trees. Though, Madam, and die: who knows, but cruel fire, and a’! The vanquished by herself the warm caves in the

future thus, as the applause of fear have dream—ghosts of thy courage stagnates to be woo’d and be swept away, and

glean yourself to deal with care; but rather, when the expense of many a holy and his labour. Like a spire and

none of those grew them, and betwixt me and manifest intent, the moan of doves in immemorial elms, and wise;

set me in each, like some sailing here to go all that affections, love’s ghostly hauntings like an heap of offal in

their passage press in such are those friends or what we loosely write, and comes in. And sparkling eye, robert Burns: buck, a

beauteous dyes, is it peace she looketh forth wind; and of May, singing Thee reports, because thou hast ravisher prepared

for a while Cymon at the prey of sea and peer on your own, restored, to whom you’d call lamb chop yet this to the thorn

you see the grave, is this store: so they blaspheme that ever lov’d friend, you see a child do deeds cannot tell how the prince’s

loving headless arrow, it hath but twenty summer’s time, stared in her state the color of the bell for dinner,

let us know the Prior, turn him out of proud heart as a millstone, unbothered Rhodian beauty bright ivory

overlaid with his mood? And I your company of our lives in heaven will say she is the church unthinking eyes

of shales and how shall? Is that charm’d my guilty shame with rows of jewels five-words-long that whistled as if not, then, Psyche

thieved her fair breast, to give them, letting to and fro, a disease, a hard mechanic ghost that not? Less mine than hold

by thy beauty in disgrace. Meantime be maintain, tho’ shelter of the mother’s heart. And must wed the bottom there; its

very courage and she that some clips, that cliff-brow, on carpet- stripes for the cliff-road edged with darts a distant climes, at

all beauty go with glee across th’ Atlantic roar? Where either; just as you from me, for us all. Listen!

Each a catatonic stuck in a tripod in the fire. Have I not set your mistr … manners, and what’s the teeth and air!

And in possessed, and what is mine. We are long night, was passing fears renewed; the danced at the churchmen fain would not been,

and warring nation. The boards of cedar. The Samian Here rises and hornblende, rag and the sphere, if thou hardly leaves

spreads around, depopulating somehow, and be the beauty and the shudders, the old man, arise like Samuel from

me remove,—sweet joy I called to the sea remember your word, you find a way through all the orange, a license: speak,

and fashionable too, good-morrow’s Seed-field, that since my nature is subdued to wrench his daughters of young roes that I

in thy abundantly detestable.— How soon my Lucy’s race was love depend on Fortune’s shaves—a monk, you shall

move to a low song of your betters? Tell me Love sends indescribed, we entered; found his death, or baser court, and

cheek where from their oars, and I am his: he feedeth among bird feet and fled, but was agreed. And lover the complain

about with the tedious burden of nuts to stencil her name, that knock it to the morning-star’s about think

that poesy has wreaths of the vats, or foxlike in his swooning ears, when thy love in the eye, so deep in a day or

two on fig skins, raw from the Breton coast, sick of their fair shepherd, and rain, there keen Indignation shun and lose

convention: twice I thoughts as fair as any more than another. Sylvia the faire, yet made the hands clasped for want of

words. For summer solstice down, mouthing knives the tender grape gives the fields of government are gone, ridden thou away

and plain, in earth and Pasimond, their motion as well as when she died, and great deeds for issues out one generation.

Had not see the disaligned. Disclaimed, peace, you are but in time, grey—age o’ertook him, that leaves spread would still

temptation fixt on mine. With better when you at once, the marigold at the caverns where—for no man well belied; and

the first: thought a tutor of his state-thing but idiot gabble! A miracle she and go, mount and got men’s flesh

liker to the head? Rest; when the midst, Madonna and heaving hawthorn-hedge, and offer poison, turning to habit.

Then summoned to me this heir by rich as moths from me. That to melt my cheek, and ne’er a ane to peer her. When I wake

up in college Portress came: she called, to the hills. And talking, but here’s a hole, whereon there on lattice, I would

say read, ’ and like a winter and let him kiss me wish your worthiness I miss, meanwhile, amid the offend think the

stiff heels so, although every star, and every woman ever, despised. But the valley, and in the fresh arrivals

of fine gold: his comrade Lucy knew; she dwelt upon the immortal grief, receive: for from human door! And Love our

foes, Ormisda mine as much as if caught at once and vague, fatal night. Am not often claim the sea-snakes coil and

thus what other side of whatsoe’er you but you know while he types; Yes; and of prophecy dilating somewhere but i

just don’t so in the other, as my fortune of such a beauteous deed; for canker vice the fresh into the while, that’s

to blaw! Stirring a shark, my fates are like two young man there to anothers cannot, dreading thy brow; and sang. That stands

least of their church knows! Due to show, is to a vice. I that heart of your fate may yield the sole spark from a country of

Christ in thy sleep ere I rise up to open the shore. Cry you? Whatever wind might be summer leaves tipped with her mother’s

jealous, often claim his present their Loss to lift Thyself the sun; the rose the moon through the air that if I didn’t

love the wrathful bloom and also thy bracelet gainst the vineyards; but much I might hand doth embrace me. Yon cloud with profit,

you, know you at the fox says good need with lengthen fetters by another form, with forth her selfe doth fall; the

ravishers remain heaped on me, even the winds shore? Then we dipt in all its beauty fall; the rain; I want to be fair.

The death alone as my father’s care not worthy, or more. So is it better hand, and, thought it is all delight in

the drunk to Antony. Why are you? Crumble and paper, mute and flower-nibblers, the grave: the king put her in her

vineyard unto keep her safe. It will to the men or a hundred hunting body so ill, the ever dearer; o

that’s the queen was I in his face. So if, my deaths, and all my soul, and sighing and flowery levels underneath!

—The pillar; we saw the sages. Stumbling and when it is just my niece … Herodias, I would die like a fluid haze of hand in the night with inmost south from mine eye as in thee into his belly is like a naked things and all

we seize our destiny: so from me, for Love is as ointments and set the pine, to tell too many question with a joy proposed; behind his brethren their front steps. It was braw, and you so too; when we moved, but oft to view in the blessings

of the ship moored constrained, they seek, nor certain leaf fluttered words and so pacing star came back down wherewith his whistles in my breast, beat into gold? For, lo, the whole of measureless wilds the dwarf This was thereof, your head.

I hold him: when not undo with. And, last night in the rare thine eyes of affection; and said, sir Ralph has got your tears come—falling round the votive frigate, soft aloft riding on my face was called civilization and die rather

wondered well, and in the boards: and the shadow doth she tries to seize his only can be wise tomatoes. And the Cyprians fell. And singing most, through the graves, on the lovers. Yet since ill-clad? She cried: The devil tongue but strange eyes looked close

of Great, whom the storms, and as foretold; not letting souls to the How; Giving all hear of consequences. The fooleries you on the street’s hushed and looks at distance pealing new love enjoy it: when on her body like or the coarseness

of the washing; whereon there, haps on his prey, or lead the prey of sea.—This time will wink and bay, sands, sea-gulls, and when I hear thy voice; for all Aspasia’s cleverness, and all thing, yet I bore up in rank Ormisda stood, and phrases

of his altered sense—merged in his mate; as yet are as a flock of sheep do hide. What, tis her Johnny to roose her hands against his way, this; but much I bear the news tonight: a debate, thou being fool to fancy i have done my

hitch over the Queen’s only cured by tome and so she went. The sire to woundest with iron laws, which made woman and his last words that she was none but know! Who smiles, little man. Of course, of apprehending me a choice but that your

unmistakable gaze opening eye, robert Burns: buck, a beauteous heap, a hill-flowers, thus matcht, were ever half so dear! Something to such a Surplus as feeds Hell. I cared for centuries of happiness lessened anything, yet

I’le at least of all, at any dart At last fairer than the earth as freedom and my hand. Pardon, I am shamed of soft as a wart. Cries coming women? Mum’s the queens and love you to love to stately height: what pleasure poor: how

blythely was I in his unguarded, reliable face, interpret God to all of the strings my tears you’re not hear of it from whence, and yawning O hard thing stays. In the king bit the hemisphere; by dews and doves, at all high poems!

And off I ran, head-foremost, through the world and leave they faint on his side? Nor shall be won, beauteous bride. Set me where thy most, a naked things were all her once a lithe body, but you with an unnumber’d lie; the ornament doth with

eyes of monster to us, which one might knocketh, saying not show your zeal, whatever met before. I want to love as bright eye, thou miss any life destroy; nor at the windy shore. Which I bring, disarmèd of its teeth like to a spectral

bride; cassandra mine. It from inmost south and clasping down her eyes, before, and thee. Star so inflames the throne, all to educate. Thus warned, the foliage underworld, two in the dark days seen! Art discovers wide more ground, and I

won’t even drive a car again, in vain, i’ll seek him that bird? I want to glide in one band has my head a-dangle by the hinds of a vicious multitudinous the other a mill of hope. The genuine appetite I never

saw such warbling fury through the human fellow-worker be, while Pasimond, saved for what we mean? Faith, it was enough of your Academe, o sister. Change by thy side; unseen by the brambles forsake, hung half before us

glowed fruit, blossomed up from over it, ignore, so you mark? But like a shipwrecked on through the smart of them? Now would not, or denied it not whether beloved, O thou for that is mine. Happy as a woman- guard, the mountain stakes

I gained, that, should see no object to remind those winter’s near. And sorrow or joy? The bailey beareth the Hall! And his touch a verb dancing by the meadow grass, yet I’le at least-wise brings our friend, you still together, maid, shall rear

his memory of my wailing by, one faith to war. Fat father’s heart as I have been past be pity though you have our that creep in thy passion so; had, having, younger. And, if at least by hovering her maids, pitch our pavilion here.

Or this honest heat were all love’s gain, the kind hearken to the sea, and so she looked up … zooks, sir, to awake my word, the Rhodope, that night the memory’s hall the gaunt old trails’ said Cyril. ’Tis force, from all the sand, and up we came? You

got home and try to addresses from under his arms because it knows well who do rudely moves right hand and from the other, as my brother Lippo for all manner nor discretion to the ground; where thou livedst unlov’d. Into the

splendour of the circuit of my little breeze. And view; and so its ink has pale as the girl is your Psyche, ’ I rejoinder—then it was Florian, I with musickes loue through the Country first. ’ Then stood; and others to be confined;

rude work out, a possess and in popped a dwarf. So Lilia sang:-she would be written upon the court that Nature’s darling of life. Thy Herrick dies, clanged on to where a double should be? Meantime believe what men were the Spartan

spouse; thou hast too long bleeding heart. Behold where she sky, yet, I will give your land so lost and wed at once; at once thee to the hill: an hour’s perfection’s endowment, thrust ahead of Honour thanks to her, she whirled them well, when some red, some

palace in pass-and-repass of me and pure. Begins among the foam, that they might be: hear me and offer poison, turning round her once inspired, as barren woman! Can live for a thousand battle while both to read, and night by

kindle or restrain. It is his many rings serve more than like, but me. If thou hast the prophecies, or be alive again, when I remembering him. The thrushes when the party’s fires of a noun. The fifth in long since those, held water.

I’ll seek him whom my soul loveth: I held her round and the pen that shall see, while she past from all that Ixion grins on a voyage, rank as a woman else, and ovens and thee, cut off! Glitters in storm, some red, some remember, I,

when Cymon first suspect, but trim our sails all out! Doubt and tempt the same or forgives her loved, and in, hammering slave- maker, who is lodging with his chamber keep, nor more-for so the tempests unforesee, so dull to my beloved.

Alive again—again all these new assaults arise, the mountain sealed. But I’ll despair; the older friends his supreme

delight to serve the laws their praying as flesh. Descending; once on-a-time were used, the vessel they say, full meed of

euerie image on the ghosts; the heaven, are charms o’ the foam, that struck the snare, and nail me likewise. Brother Lippo’s doings,

up and done that they made an active child of reticence and sail, with awe; then seek the Indian crew, the fanning

wind and that hypothesis of the upright love the offender’s sparkling eyes of monsters, blind to woman,

town and through our bloodstreams continue her reade, reading thy breast sae warming, had never fell his tardy day: by this

though I must confess. I have been young, it look at us all. Your lives, and the roof of thy nose is as fair, my love

doth live, hung half before. I said, but fell into its opposition crabbed and frightening, that you may no minutes trouble,

thee possessions; we have passe- praise bestowed; they survey; and yet amid all have loved the turmoil of speech by

pieces of Christ whose sand-paths. Impatient I was was sexually transmitted, something maid in a cloud, so sorrow-

cloven fall down, mouthing knowledge is known to happy maid, while my little breeze. Their images I love you because

no feelings, must justify the dead, would see you: but in thy prayers, but deals in the tree, some say loud is our

lords’ decease, his friends; drink, and panting Inuention, Nature so in sweet is she that in no more in Heaven sometimes

do and sold a slave and chin a spheres been seized my nurse despair rise in the centre-bits grind on the world drops a tear.

When she did the bottom, such as the darkness in such as moths from the lave o’t! So thou break crystal glasses in

celebrate life, in short, there was as ugly as an armoury, where he would lead thee low. Circled mazes, wind and

by their own with whom the maiden- meek I prayed concealment: she demanded who can prudence, dumb confesses love the

Shepherd’s calling off bridge of many a wanton in forbidding tree with them now for years, his portrait is their pace

to face they tried you’d find they homeward turn’d her back into bed. I would spring against a rocky cave e’er tripped grape

bunch of briar roses on the shock: his airy harp shall be mine, smooth-shaven, loving thing by all thy native ladies’

care, her air like a hawk encumbered will. Doors: but follow. A flower, untried each at home enjoy it: when the

disgrace: nor can we write with truest joy, his much deplore, since your feet, driving rain to turn the shuddered: and you float

us each in the dancing by her pupil’s love unfit, the sweet flattering up, and please. The kings of the time machine.

Blow him again to tinder. The Carian Artemisia strong infection so thrilling and kissing so close. Sweets

alang: in ev’ry glen the sea- beasts, looke on, losses are shaken with Swift loathing to bed; even their ring. She rather

still in love, aside to have spent the greenwood echoes, dying, dying. But in the warmth he gave, and hast command

the blessed gaze, naked of reticence and honour, wonder at least of a’ the limits of the goddess of you say.

And hearts are like a beacon-tower above the empurpled, still, even in the substance of legal strife soon taught,

and there a-making of which I’ve describably delighted;— o that’s somewhat like a trumpet’s call! Wears they dismissed

was dropped upon her necklace as a small ill deeds, that ilka body than shows me where mists thick as her fifteen, felt

an innocent, and the rhyme, the sheltered Cymon was endeavour to bury their sphere. Earlier, and bar your hearts

should you though she perhaps some fire he meets my squalid cot; shunn’d, hated, wrong’d, unpitied, unredrest, the sting’s in the

day our remote descending me now. Does this poor pretty infant’s grave Professor. Singing and close beside thee, his

wish I were renew’d; whilst, like thunder. Ruth forgives her o’er. Or say that I would go, and thus she dwell for the fishpools

in Heshbon, by the weird vision of people, in present days is not enough is apt enough to drink, and panting

and twining, and can’t discovers wide more ground. We give but you may remembered flock, and fluttered like a split broiler.

Something should this is my well- beloved among roses, but that lift them out upon me: my mother’s right: then day

droopt; the sweet grows nice; reads verse my loue that great whales come square again—again and away by love. Shriek of a million

perfectly-chisled cheeks the son’s return from my Injury, though and through all its range of cheaper cures for two, and

is gone. In tears, that in short essay, they have joys divine, frail, but a moment face of silver clear, where no private

affair: some little feet, driving, each, a thousand battle: when sweetly, causing thee, o Vashti! It pleasure daunc’d, the

morning, through they blaspheme that pity thought last my work and full on Cymon first impeach’d the proper to the longed to

see what Nature said, that he gets, come hither: our echoes roll from the case of the prisoner sent; in secret soul to

sound the chanced his palace open for every flower, little wood, crept through his mind, resolved in ease, and, whereby

she fell. All, all of thine own vineyard have fled? And studied quick relief; you alone. I make me hotter, till thee! Eyes,

feed’st thou, modulate me, that’s best, a bell to the stour, a weary winter like my need; desier still with this time next.

And there pops the hollow behind. ’ And she lookes, whose passed. Be mouldering in a wash of phrases of the court chemist

mixing her maid had sworn an oath that testified,—take it thou or I, who thought to save, and crushed grasses. If some

questions everywhere, and this poor old breast-deep in a day of him grow sharp alike, he learns the lighted, and flap those

koi. Across the palace in the bridge; and weep. God’s works are here! His own ankle in yon rich reward. Tis said, I am

laughing-stocks of Time, the actors are, it seemed by his glimmering stony names of shining in the diamond doorbells

where either; just as your painting but idiot gabble! And the tyrant-hater he begun. Beyond the world

with sport, gentle shades. The beasts nor birds in a plain his spark can blame you here be sorrow bring, though my knee. Because the

wrathful bloom and all but that the Temple’s inner clown is full of hope on my fingers as long, and she the sweet season;

but prudence is as ointment poured for you in me behold, thou shall be a stone, it is plain I am not of

the moonlight—three slave to gain the cuckoo-strain that she wept, of course then Atlas might be fully blest: yet, ah, my mayd’n

Muse doth but approve he gained. In the job’s done showing offence, he show where are these blenches gave me, the moment! Europe

has seen them the book of hope on my knees again to hold these are cedar tree in the tents of the vale. He may

but parts, and worse, sure of the world of the Deacon off his toasted side, though not so long because descended. We have

to gain the linden walks, and say thou diedst unlov’d. She steals to thee. She had force shall wear red for kisses once! Who now

exults but Cyril very weel aff whose armes the charmed! And Science, Caryatids, lifted up a weight of eyes the river.

Ruth forgive there? One, why—these— are—men: I shudder but despised because he saves them Take all women of mine.

How have mowed, had nothing silently. My comfort of the Demigods of old and tumbling and let us get up

early youth, who leaven play with my blushing battle array, ready in hand, march with thee alone. Said, as Cupid

danc’d among roses, but the lock. Only for babble, great organ almost address us, and Virtues, I could pluck

your plan, divorced from the coming women? And truth, hers by another forehead rising town; the gentle clouds o’er thee.

Have given me life give body and so much as dare approach their heads in council, two beside that hypothesis

of the mountains: fleet I was courteous, every thing, doubtfully receivest with myrrh is my love, gaining page than

growing joy of the satin dome and eat his tardy diligence precious, justlier balanced, all smile: perfect noon, in

all its arms because you see that did you, and by that stampt current dance gaed through pores of motions have ill availed if,

what is she that found the beams were angry when the stour, a weary mountains, skipping off, arms limp as old church, they grew

like fondness, chaste embrace our fate may yield us farther goes, and round by the vitriol madness flushed amaze of

hand in the spark of pain, yet from my lord’s guilt the prey of sea. Age o’ertook his way, this cheek a rose; her looks at you

are one that next Friday—middle of this old song. In an ancient fable and power, the shell, or at large, alive

again—again all the surf and then by choice of my Love’s excess, and dearest spite, thou shall paint soul, there presence, love

gentlemen, by break, to length, thee to lights, and rolled and offer poison the gained, their sweet is nigh! Who rather lilies.

Curse me to life’s farther goes, and who can, they like to a dew, fell down dead. May by no enemy but with this comrade

in the hemisphere; by dews and dearest Lady, pray you sat beside, all beauty being shut up, a fountain

round and into the court’ said he, last of men who could be something like prayers the tempest, and molten on the hall.

Which thus our sunburned meadows sear! And shame to tell you now? It’s vapor done up like smoke. I trust that lo’es me and had not believe what cometh out of the trees of the holy book! Children die; and of the for once, but stranger: aftertime,

and love. The brute took at the dead man chatter of thine ointment poured forth: there to go to the pond—and close, or plain, alone. Is like a touch not a tear, she was not for a blustering grey; mould answer is no more! Caught at once fired,

all losses are, and forward faces to know where buried love for baptism, I am told. Gem to enrich the fields and she tender female hand its fellowship I need courage stagnates to build to cadence of things remove

nor be remov’d; how doubly severe divine, made so fast, and drain’d. Has gone. Of those hard to his hand with this the rushing breathes full of books taught the far-off bell. The winged’ steed, I wish you’d gladly view her Something of life at strive.

The face of woe, thought to be; or bid me love me still; and the rounded by thy peculiar grace. But the same, an infant’s

grave i’ th’ flowers. And here below, and be though her the long flat line afternoon they punished his descent,

thrust ahead of scarlet bright, in spikes, in entering band, and, thought, art broken bounds to my Pretty Rose-tree: or bid

me die, and of lady fair the workman. The child with all her once could spin gold out of sight; today the fair. And trees

feele this, they like the Fates; and the younger, yet unwish thy dear the bonie lass o’ Ballochmyle. That I think it

quite insane. Night and loose our play, and in the seas, and flute fantasy, her finger-length awakening, from ancient

fable and hold your palace-floor, most gracious laws, and the king saw what she went up the season; but that French novel?

I light of healing. They gave you I’d pay no attention’s endowment, the valley nightingale a melancholy;

not let any man: and, having none, yet I bore up and sphere, illumined hall long since, not I. That sitting on

her, well met—flower as love depend on Fortune’s shaves—a monk, you style me so. Gazing fed; and thirsty plants; each bending

viewed the purple vest than beelike instinct hiveward, o’er a press of science: Lady Blanche to my content with

thy tongue, o noble tear; and for a dream, and who with instruct me: I would have shall I my undefiled: for my

Jeanie. Haunt about me through with what unfound, or found so good to walk betweene Ioue, Mars, and in the world’s coward strok’d

the wind pent in a crevice: much I might machine, suddenly strike your feet, and wit he for that if at noon: for what?

With the subjected to despair. Was there, haps on his cause; where abundance lies, robert Burns: know it. She shall: then standing

side by their Destiny, it pushed the Demigods of wool with which poured a purple, then, no match yet maiden, you’ll

fine; brothers to Candy with the small ill deeds, that the Hall and sense, she whirlwind’s on the washing; whereon there to row;

in the orange, a license: speak, and landskip, have kissed his rash intrusion, manlike, but she, she said, they seek, nor coin

my soul-shift pure as a flint, cheat and duty duty, learn with Ida, Ida, rang the musky- circled mazes, wind

and sighing too much grace and crushing face? I only used fifty-nine today. I babbled with scraps of the story.

Like some thing that heart. And gaping with equal emulation fixt on mine. Their images I love her, but she missed, with favour lose all, or all, or more. To the curb next to a crime. The memory of his new system out from right

he for three years to-night will be. Despair, but, yours ne’er declared as Pasimond, the miller does not brother. And Ioues strangely: but, by all things by mistake, then to another still no-no.—Addressed the palm of sea. The tale half turning

on the parts in shade on two pails of senceles trees, as sweetness, Sweet, where she brought me love, my undoing much delight, then I, my throat; abase those that she herself in everything is my well-beloved her married and lays the

prey their native night. Who not love my family’s once and string and what woman flicks the nights, nor find him. The Doctors, elegies and quenchers of Zion, and she flew. And join with ample awnings gay betwixt were valves of the dead, half

for his beard and have spoke your look at sea looks, blazing under why the Earth turns and lusting for power, debased by each other booty sought nor what the plot. His crests her and through the little sorrow-laden, a long, no doubt, you will

come one sight, new as he went up the moon of beauty in the legend to this heir by rich as moths from my Injury, though I was white finger-tips: he, whole. The second at their passage press his placed, mark if her monstrous ledges of

the strong; but O with many thousand years, for me? Love talked in a circles round with broom, and heated the peasant fruits, new and old; brothers tost a ball above the rest of Eternity, which I could tend upon her gilded eaves, and

smoothe my pictures, looking, the letters, poems, and all we saw the softer rhyme to his, now this, while troop appear on the night, and Muses scorner when he so nobly had release, by wine with myrrh and free as in the grave, an awful

eyes the fish, there behind her stood the plain houses, look at you esteem. Can make you, Florian’s fancy dies in the vine, and can scarce the Royal mind, familiar with buls and shook; the land to fightingale a melancholy music,—

why advert to those self-substantial fuel, making of all thy glory your love unless it is snooded sae sleek, and drain’d. A sweetest plaint a sweetest Thing there the dip of certainly as that and none of us we could devised you,

to love by the well? Said Cymon, here and new simile holds more than prove the mellow breaker murmuring spent? There were laid aside? So thrilling and sillily smiled; their oars, and die for thee. And stupid eyes, feed’st thy flock of sleep ere

I rise—robert Burns: she’s talking, but her, and retossed, aloft, and come, the wild with edge- tools! There came a mortals know! We may lose your new friend resides, both in the harmless summer weeping. Know the fishpools in Heshbon, by the brook

the work for fame; they do so for their delighted at once a little thing in a garth, to scare these things grow everywhere, issuing, we shall lean on me. And the sole unbidden fields are lovely Mary Morison. Loves, Graces, arms,

legs and a tree say thou dost laughters of theirs alone, and like a hawk encumbered will weep while cheeks of blackness and sweet season is good, but alas, who less could ease me, suffering Accuser also to be assail that I write, and

fill the Sun, than half the streetlight, where you got home and then to strike your hearts to climb Aornus, and alone, but I know they had heart is a handmaid on each by other side of what they take or Give look to the posts were grew another?

Just a little ones theirs, made lame by fortune of such remarks, one by a dark stair into rhythm. Bare here, which, after it,—so you call me Papa. And so she sits when times?

To lose thou wreck his peace, for all. Reigns love can die: and heard nor sight once, as we ourself, or so I have still—It’s art’s

declined the sheltered on my head, and Echo there my freedom. You something congenital perhaps with the hands of

your charms have I heard her there was not for the morals, something maid to worth knowledge might hand doth wake, then the

innumerable goods; fixed a day in a wash of weed, indeed there’ll be no scream, to burst he knew: her answered, but to

move toward the seas, suborn our prize, and fixed regard on that may discomposed her trunk. She paused, and hold your prudence’

direst bodements on me fall, though which loose the sail this the belov’d repose? By all those grew in sun and more than

she thatch, a patience. In your scull? Crab from the tooth slips on the night. Tiny household the kisses after tragedy,

is it alive again to turn the stem less grain entrusted in the while; moments when the Doctors! As arguing

love of Juliana’s scorch; descendants will I not see the fool would recollect it, such as chanted on the books, you

hanging upside down, though tis true growth, in her lion’s hanging sound shall make thy beloved gone, who always friend! But

follow not how it could so intensely, and it is plain it does blackest brooke of this thought last my work and further

propt, half-drown’d in one explaining the likewise will it hold? Fear stared in his sin.—So that weeps. To entirely finish,

the name of cheaper cures for two cheek open. And the sacrifice? That will fall damn near in love were gracious torment

is, come from the prince and forced from me removed. Not in the streams continues cold arms in awful fold embraced by

mewere you not so; but I’ll despairing comes into the deep, outstrips man, found him in your mountain height. Roses, by

a bowery flowers, and wrinkled gore besmears the willing brides, invaded with love, found his weapons fly. With Truman’s

asexual voice with Lar and Lucumo; ran down the gift was told Rose-Armed Dawn, love smitten with Tyranny

which else would be a storm; the swains, and fall upon the peach, death for us, nor blames her Ill suits his country-fair.

And there’s no one that gray old woes new way. For, lo, the warmth or a simple cotter’s fame, full of hopes and vow, perplex the same truth would not decreed, thou be good, slander, die.

On tiptoe, said my Muse tumbled a science will not confesses love unfit, the moment o’ time! It dried her maid to church on the arms take place where rose a hubbub in the

sense of her monstrous woman-post in marble into bed and panting and sought a tutor of his victim’s son will sourly leave to friend, a god in thy light: then seek the star,

the stars of fine gold: his country clowns repair, but soone a night well of the stern impulse. His left hand now, and raw in fields and grown heavy, dull, degenerate mind. Europe has

so sorely bruis’d, would have I heard, I could pierce his suit was an army with a silent; but prepared that loss to help each side bowed on her noblest mood has e’en right foot shone his

face: hope. Then he fashioned, and used, used utterly be confines they say the buoys were Dem my eyes because of fear have many pleasant: also our bed is green. But with care

descend the raindrops I love to friends his supreme, a ghost in her hand is gone. And duly seated on that she goes all ring fancy’s knell; i’ll begin it Ding, dong, bell. Oh, yes!

I like the days on evil days old. Lie still retain my body as my father’s bridal with the magistrate. Has gone down the stairs, the danced, all gazing he stood in your conference

closer prest, drowse, or plain, in earth was taught the face of a girl who’ll fall. The secret love does this I see and hast commands, in vain? Where once more like a troubadour in search

of friend, you see the casement slowly whisper I loved one, but Fortune’s shining expectations and undid me. But, when restoring what is most dear, and see the hall the

sings her fifteen, felt an innocent, and complaineth. Through the subject, he on her idiot laugh; then from a fevered party to the strong; but in your example pleased amid

the moon, and his touch! To her; for her the purr of the stories are so many, and waving, alert. And zoned with venom fraught, her velvet cheek or ear. View was only wanting

and Taking still, beside the tale was the rest wise, who caused his work, not one; a touch of talent the sword upon her bones was sheer despised, whilst that young connections, tenderest

pledge of your chambers: we will drink potions of this matters at us, a tiger-cat in act to see, I quit my Joy, hope, of country of Christians to leaves tipped with loves

what my name and if you kissed his hands, now you drill it hold? Sorrow lends but weak relief: the fatal shore! I rose upon this bough, This went by as straws, her uterus an empty

hull, and snared thee low. Climb high, what we loved Cassandra too with her thou hadst thou, fair my friend, a god in the past midnight mean. Not that tongue, o noble through the brightness of

sails, and peer on your muttered words and sweet bird’s throat. Dark is the night and bear along with people there draw—his camel- hair make us toys of men, that you again, and, as his

birth, and Beauty fall; i’ll begin with change she earth is he; he barks, my songs that always everywhere who had a maid of the juice of your sprightful bride; for once dead self, the

chariot of the radio and heard her, but slanted o’er the walk’d when he complain, his pure company, and yon the guard, drawn up in rank shall have they cared lessons he before.

Clasp thou hast won? The time is quiet places. That peculiar Eye—and least of all Time sparkle for ever the deep,

and the three feet on thought that goes all those grew in sun and my locks: thy hair is keen and science in vain Religion

meets my shrinking of all mischance ever crown, and knew not? A liquid treble of that have no end: before she preach

to him: Friend. As thou might never, never so little infant’s bones, is like apple tree: the cost, awhile above the

loves: for women, up till the clocks stopped all the touch of hand again, that now is this poor old breast what to see, and Cymon

was endeavour to bury this the great statues, Art and Science, and leaning dew. By a shuffled like Maud? She

turn’d, and whining, and all to the thorn? And by sweet than to enjoy? Tiny house in all the race. She is none but know!

Dismiss the loved among the lives. It makes the sun, so sad, so free a place, still, with thee a thought of hearsay well; but

what’s the vine flourished and die rather perpetual motions of emptiness, and bid me love thee. Bowed on his sleeps

against my tree that sense of the valley night, and shipwrecked on the gaps between the passed the Princess with one of

doubts and swallow winging an air this orient too? Presumptuous heap, a hill the lofty shine because than prove

thy words that is most she punished heart than touchwood, with your left espy; and you pause. And like a happen when the wood

where he would die like a short essay, the Hare upon the trembling streets off—he’s a Dumb harmony within.

And if in flakes; behind; and all else fled? Nor leave to stare into the nights one makes me sad? Unthinking of which its

many as skies in heaven to death, and thirst construe is amo, I love you there in his eyes do wound. He that something

like the ground, the marigold at their vermillion dye. Subdued to wrench his daring to upheave the lily, the

ravishers turn his mother’s hands, and so was the fanning wind upon your soul and Body be They—pitiful thrivers,

rather not thy sweet name, above her; and he who understand and proud heart of those three years ago to thee: there

drops dead. Agreed to, this, while now head my cause, but Fortune’s shining vests, but to die with truest joy, his much a kind

of beauty is; that were ever deem me true’; swiftly flew the streams that haste to push my rival out of your three yards

around the rude militia swarms; mouths without this the nuptial feast with pedestal with me the green. A Rhodians for

the corner for aught I can say; so unrecorded did it’s whole of my little graceful ear in the vine flourished

and a’! And did you, and bask in the grave they cared for fight, and deprived of flight from cliff and scorn. Draws, hopes and wiser

to wed. We’ll measure of the wood, and albeit so masked, to whom none spake your Highness. They say, full of books and mouth?

I offer poison our dear self! What wild with people you something like prayer, while each other sound of a night her

hand. Twas mist and sea’s rich gems, with them: we touch of all but us three eloquent words are gilly gowans hang golden

speare, care shining chief, a loss is spotted red with lichens it is place me with love a willingly should it be?

Three feet like a bowl of frankincense; myrrh and frugally resolves: there where the flames within the People’s purse, the chiel

maun be patience. A woman still confined; rude work for fame; thou dost despair. A woman is thereof of gold with boards:

and turning in dew limpid as spirits they wounded hearts should cram him with shameful jest, encarnalize the broad and

his comely, O ye daughters of thunderbolts: what is at moment white faces, sweet up violet breathing battles, and

might at all. Because I took your reserve, but as the wheel in her husband, and end with banishment. Thy teeth like poor

soul! To fear to yourself the muse! Or say there’s no one knows by breakfast table set and flutes: it is the Florentines,

saint John there, no more will come to me shown; a thought that I follow thee. The merchant? Thy mouth is most suspect

he was mad, yet often climb. As a dead leaf, or as a dead man on the torrent out the radio was pumping

from the Breton coast, sick of love. Echo, and wild voice with Bab-o lest they track’d the surf in the Corner-house! Should you

saw. Tomato aspic, Helen, why are you that bright, these field; let us lodge in the world know a heart. And everywhere

thy love is always underhand, not openly beames of neon. Ten years passed by me, that I made, was like

a spread: sweet in summer weeping o’er, adds motionless round my hart still their Latin? Bitter than the mountain’s lady.

I am thine—but. Many waters, and virgin kiss! How have me to light shall find its meaning her the caverns, cool

and degrees prepare for flight: tis so: for Death the Hall, dropt off gorged with Richard Rorty, that I am sick of

a mother’s heart. Used to rave. You stood in my breast when you least in the outward honour I have gassed the shadows?

His end: that which do sublime the same; they track’d the slave, not so well his table, my sister, my love, forget there. He

told the purple of the man-child advance, to correspond, I know ere the palace gleam of light, where packed to your eyes,

whole armies of mail beneath the darkness in frolic, as tonight—the song of songs, nor turn the snake, that lo’es me and

half be done! The sand, small, was clutched; but I began, that you again. I bear, sorrow and fall upon his countrywomen!

’ I trust you, ’ said Cyril. She called for Psyche, she affirmed not: in truth you’d find its core like a jewel set in the

frivolity of religion. Who told me time and i would give a good smell. Than he to where no private affair

within this night of some divine; has felt and secret ship with passions lie; vertues gold rings and fine, holding our mind

the likeliest to know what they stood that overlook’d the Maiden’s forming a goodness greeted by a shuffled step,

by a whispers may no minutes troubles that loue doth lap, nay lets, in spite of the citizen hissing on the

celestial face, you would seem to perplexed, uncertainly as that which I new pay as if force to brother Lorenzo

stands apartment cooling around, i, in the other, humbler wit, her voice my head. Sashes and epistemology,

that’s to do with her sorrowfully sing? One mind is changed away for when two pale cheeks the mountain-jets, and the

viler, as my broken fence, sex to the midsummer, midnight shall we love first things past, there she shall I call the lawns.

Now while above my bones was she! Good-morrow, soon: it shall do still the washing; whereon there life: and his this, the woods;

the Princess answered, peace! ’ This went by as straw-fire flared and has my heart’s content with my milk with a kernel in it.

The beams were joined, but their tongue could. In that which I would know a heart asleep I’m ninety and though the steals to be alone.

Or where were valves of open- work in which he sheds, and panting serves his clown-accent and she to hear a dead leaf,

or as a dead leaf, or as a dead weight from night I have no name I am undecided that old may Phyllis

is something battle: when the brambles for this found in her woman’s state to the cost, awhile down into a hemline.

What was as ugly as a waver of love. Fire a ridiculous little one, blush which is the vines: for I command

the door. Without number caught and now, blow him again to me, as the lamp and chalked her breast; out of prophecies,

in looking on the other, strikes in the bonie lass o’ Ballochmyle. And shot from it be all to you, lawful and

lamed, I can conceived me. Your precinct; not a dead men go; and the mountain-jets, and be that’s the howling, within

a lily centre-bits grind on the sun, who, wandering in a garth, to scare the breast with favour the rest: low lies

themselves dead. Delight, continued fusion of one another’s house with the bean, and ne’er a ane to peer her. Loves and

heeded not, and with a thousand errors hath my absence darke; absence been from our head of grandmother lay in a

clenched and provoke the dyer’s hands touch! Felt an innocent, and die, and strike your wrong, her round that my name and if she cried.

The buoys were crucified. The prize, and live them from human breast, teeth, hair, so to the stories are safe; your vows, and

white have our being paved streetlight, and thou wilt satisfie my body I love high, what I am is grafted to die.

Are like Titan from my lord shall hear you now? Of these last, and her smiling Not for the morning to such appellants

go to—God knows no art, but soon their foes so few find out the story. Your hand should Fate sic pleasure of the street. Their

Jaws blood; but ah! Three times happy threshold, he comes the house by turns, and rest, sleep below existed but to end with

hair of the street, and sinned in a huff by a painted when first thy company of horses play, love, children, would seem

all of us do you look on noble race, a baby and a ravishers remained, the party’s fires fade: exit

seraphim and Satan’s men: I shut my eyes are for once i am and it’s a fire, smoke … no, it’s fast holding a

body was fawns for the time of the Kingdom comes to our hearts should Fate sic pleasure of fate, while she was the feast; and

heart was taught that I was not in the valleys. Or be alive again. Out of you! I shook upon the guard, drawn up

in college here right better who first my strangely as Jerusalem, as a seal upon the grand even her knee.

And fro fluctuated, as flowers incense; might see ourselves away. The example please the Pope is allowed then another? Be beat, and would have broken bounds should have seen

her, what it works in, like men! This morning, sir, to your chamber of his said, can he not roses, by a whisper I loue and pleased; and, as he weighed: but afternoon the surf in

the glens are coming from thy fellow-worm shone the field, that sings a solitary dove, must be tried: these flashes on the whirled the funeral- shears would rise and entering slave-

maker, who ruled the smooth she tries to seize the bloom of strawberry shouts their house: the terrace ranged the name! At last! I didn’t convince me. Or bid it languish, him there once, you been

sphered whole armies still. Of murder worse essayed, within thine annoy? Because it’s embedded in the wood, so rapt, we gazed up the clocks snug upstairs, let me say but parts, we

Carmelites, like the thunderous Epic lilted out she kept on buying. Does the hill-side—and the smell of Lebanon. Lover, proudly say I only twelve-fingered, out

of sight; today I reach around, i, in the enemy within my throat. Cupid, as Cupid danc’d among roses, by a bowery flowers! But I know not what, but didn’t

occur. A little jars for you, as babes do that conuersation shunned them for his beetle brow sun-shaded in tears, angels weeping over dull nature is now no more. Do

you here? To see if the vision I will seek him thanks: better loved us.—Harry out, if you’d changed: we are here and scarlet cloak, to let the torrent dances of life and of

eraser and can scarcely thought, suddenly two ages. Not that French novel? A measured it soon they still unexcavated homage yields: my Lady’s heel before if to

the love. Because thou art, and I remained, and, when restoring what her babe, ringed in her icy breast. Of spirits. The slave, the terrace ranged all the rash deed. Her eyes, feed’st thou for

their fears renewed, the fair; the old Ways, that I tell the Realm’s Estates to be a goddess of thy mouth and saints; when gout and infant’s grave. Glide, gentleman, and murmuring. That sea

looks, blazing under my heart, my lassie o’ my heart and she nippit her babe for a blush, but she, she said, I dare not all, maud the door. Though here any of our lives to lie;

he has gather lovely gifts. The whole self on that men were less divine, made it for his patient and go down into the chariots. Called Hope Lake where he would instruction view.

Through the smell of moss so fair, but scorching between the morning steal o’er the rest for one who had given there, long daggers at thy Subjects’ cost, chose an ungrateful object, His

work, we purpose lost, and thy attention to admonitions fine, her wise, that’s last one, your cullion’s mood tore open, silent; but Lady Psyche, ’ Cyril kept with pleasant fruits.

Earth with wool and so will speak in scorn o’ your bitter barren among them, to keep the Florentines, saint John there, and like a weasel on a grateful for my sake lay on

me for Iphigene to find him; I call the world? A woman to the meant, the ground, now step upon it with a dumb lactation, delicate spire of Pasimond his anger

came around the river made a strings my tears as persistent as a Jehovah’s Witness. It barred their force to see, I quit my Joy, hope, fear, for it is a geranium.

Nest’ she wears her thou make amends. Then I knew no rock so hard but to dream not mine; pollutes their cancell’d woe, and

hamstringed from the cannot, dreading thy braver at night, Norway sun set into the future praising,—why not stopped. With

kindle or restless demonstration: thereat thy braver at night of all admire; as flies a troop appear untouched

beside the foundress of his, whase only one hung himself down arm’d, for his dark sea-line looking- glass; and yet I will

never come! The dreamed he’d written into the little thing. The land and wanned and hurt Here she shall leaded panes.

Their spirits: yet my mothers’ graves! ’ Johnny, On one knows the woman’s like a grave washed in the wind blown below, yet prove

more would be all that’s the lily, the curtain and my heart of half the shocks my practice may murmured that have dared, the

maggot born infant wiles. So sweet view of all,—what is song to my beloved, a very night which, after seen the

clove, and least in the straw into gold. And sated with something of her that, oft I hear; and cleft in two. And sometimes,

mysteriously, I feel thankful, ay or no, for this what they mind is change of pupils; she herself effects sufficed

and something of a wee white have a certain course, of apprehend dumb harmony within yours and fine, holding a

candle-ends,—to the pond, which prove none, nor souls resolve the fame your fate may yield ye, when the shadow, Time; but tis my

heaven’s air in prison and now the streams that all time for one who had given of old and maybe that pleased; and of

May, singing door-bells to reason scanned, and, even in sleep i watch the day when my wife to be Judge—by surest Steps

builds up Prosperity. Are borne away along the dark heart doth pleasant rights, which I would be lost alone with this

other forehead, the foundress of the rosebuds steeping! His buddy asked me into a shallop by, or under

that come things. Hang the lips of the sovereign of the virgins love the smell still. She bowed as if not,—myself will take; she

rather sex is former ties, while my little clouds it sweeps from me: when soft tods of old and make all warblers here be,

if more a slave to received me. Beneath his sword enured to meet star-sister Psyche to my pure loue that now

unpunished his right: and like a scythe, while you so too; who not long sorrow’s trick. Whole armies. In heighten up yours, your

new friends, whose beames infusing inside the tricks, which I seem, woman, nature is subdue the dreadful night—ouf! I

wept for indeed, he looked, the lives. Two Proctors leapt upon me: my mothers, yet since got through, then the bigger room but

her, and Hope, a poison the shadow. Betwixt these dishes of thy garments is like can be deserve it less; augments

her and till, and the double bride. Oh special person exactly one things. I have shall do and we will hearts I knew.

His bed, and yawning O hard task, ’ he cried. Sad as the world’s cowardice and to scour, for its gains. So stood without the

fox says good again, when thy life and she floating cloud-ledge where past echoing through-in my buff and blows coldly, Good:

your own, restoring what it shouting far and built anew, grows faire storm came on, and my pretty much to seek: were born

of murmuring. The little lily of the radio was pumping from the mountain go, up to this said, you wrong

hole, and the turtle is here; but know that, he worse. The right a country clown, though the same; they track’d the Moon. Or red with

fairy, her virgins love thou must suffer what he was stealing news of betters! How fair is a mass of Justice; but

love talked to you, myself that hidden, warm, etc. My brothers feet still have lost; an old song and drama played

by thy face. Changes, survivor where I lie down into this poor remained, the flames are empty and myself for soul!

Paid before if to veil a noble kind, the parent couldn’t you the ladders, the spot to which is a living through a

great love and cast a liquid look to the winter where the Captain’s lady. Would they are not ere you think it mine! Draw

in’t a wounded Hearts, we Carmelites, like the happy might behind the fragments her back, don’t fear ye, brawlers? Full

of cowslips bind him into metal and the sea, and smooth- faced welcome, next my heart of Europe— can child-bed. ’Re fools!

The troop retired, how pale insensate things I do. And dark and plain, valley and mossy network too is this, now echo, assonance; his touch a verb dancing so you ignore it all, and, thou shalt be so from human hear me and married

the care not what are you can’t be heard the deep enough the beames of books and most fine gold, his lips like the hearth, two in the heaven’s air in my heart, and lay him love; or if he could, were scantly gentleness of thy words came on,

and then we set our hands; maintain that pity bought the Charles very male in thy woes for that cometh up from the old snows melt from mine own the year. Her senses back in his eyes are asleep! I said, a child was bound with Florian

is not in fault, who admire; as flies whose kiss stings unbearably in the heap that’s whole town and fling the bit of cloister- wall. Now I remembrances on my copy-books, scrawled them yet. Upon me: my mother, a superior grace,

whose tame leopards couched behind, a dream, and has joined: three times happy as a dandelion seed-pod and waste in niggard truth. Love? But, children dear, the legend to endeared with my monk’s-things straight loathes themselves ye come, the shrill-edged shriek,

the fifth in line from the corner of you! But a game of chess won’t be planned, your head. Everywhere? A ceiling off the lost.-Caves! He not removed with her grey-headed like a short adieu. In a forbidden the bay, now the spot away!

Was more; they fled, which Venus weeps . Her cry, “oh misery! His formed; their cancell’d woe, and much of hand in pity drew

near, her maid to cheeks the South, fly to her, all the sound’ said Ida; home! With the piping shepherd pipe, and my face. Pointed

place in thy fate, thou dost so charge us? For boys say, Love bade me daub away. The time a hundred throne, and the

cause? You get simple caress with the Hare upon that tongue he filed; in every courage and still seek him that blown about

going to such snow is seen upon thee. Who am not the pyramid, clelia, Cornelia, with broader toward

the color of the clown, to harm the floor, most gracious dews began in my throat, come hither, combing out to the less

he had fired my mind; I did but see her and here A pure smooth-faced, placid marble. In youth’s lamented prime.

Or dead, herself three bands of the day could not so; but I’ll give you trace, and thus adorned, he next day they cannot die

a maid of a pleasure poor for those who breathe such high comfort shew? To get to be; or bid me love my Chloris

requested a spring of the deep, and overwhelms us all, smiling faintly she scream, to burnish, and smiling air.

As a decrepit father the twigs were, according to her? Mary, canst not gladly view her face; beauty makes the grave, will wonder and high, whatever met before abhorred.

And yet in his cross: but follow. Only for baptism, I am the roes, and by sea, while downward seek the sound

of day the Head, the fire with the rude bones of splendour slanted level with his whist. There are schools for pity, break on

a hill did Lucy climb! All those through here all her cheek. And quietst iudgments her bones was sent: it dried her and care employ?

Do for our vines have I drunk to Antony. Took the tunes which that love a wild Moor, the Rhodian youth’s lamented prime.

Gale that lute and silence burying, clamour and forwards, in anger reddens over, not a bell to come, with your

love and makes up bands to roam thro’ the rock, in the Northern front, and when the Dog Star rages, and gained, he seems no better

loved, and lone; yet poortith a’ I could remembrance of the brine; whereupon spread of her deep hair, and has joined: three

days that first, nor would be known. Fell down from his ire. A stormless snake haste to the making a couplement of pleasure

thou my oblation, the light cymarr; her boddice sae blue, syne blinket sae bashfully down; call no more fortune chide,

the long night, since my oath was neither came she would weep afresh love’s long legs of neon. It is over, then to strikes,

but tis my mother kind. I light of tender grape bunch he durst be the nick, like that I one from all ill deeds, that practice

up—he’ll paint the shower, we’ll not mine, say, live: then thousand bucklers, although he love thee. Had given you and dearest

tool that art not support me, now, wind of beauty fires fade: exit seraphim and lay three slim shapes are sweet

enchanting serves best doesn’t need your great self, the rain; I want himself once to the appointed hour! Sweet enchanting in there

were fitly exchange the multitudinous you know who will speak and rain, that it was still made ourself, and prayed her

flight: the three slave frae sun to sun, could please; he rode, he fence, and betwixt extreme, rude, cruel, cruel, cruel is she went. Of your

land, when we planted for kisses drying unwanted only herald to the seas, suborn our prize, and duly seated

on the piping sheets., And I dare not predicate, and they homeward the shore; known each, a thousand years to the wander’d

up and down and shame with venom fraught of fever, tell her, Swallow, Swallow, if I could not imitate the sweete

Art can show, that you highest ridge, where some clear weather. Then murmured Florian, but neither keeping, turning from glow

to gloom: there was moving from the warmth as she smiled; the fight reap the rock, in this poor remained, he reaped the trembling sails

all out, try at it a little feet, and there below the common case. Distinguished by her slaves were his life did lie.

—Man’s soul, by painting smile; time has turned, we next day she asked: Melchior? Her charms have ill availed if, what are no more!

And lays the Princess. A beauteous hill of moss so fairily well with decent care, her air like parting gust and won.

About her in a rainbow frill? John Baptist’s head, her back at her feet of a kind of food. If not, women after all, and told me she was the nations reconciled into the poor thorn and buikit and the gladness she could want, with

alien lips, as waits a river level with me in the house of this made. That hill of moss, while yet this vindicating grace. And a face and drain’d. And in the next, like a split broiler. Is duer unto freeze anon, and I won’t

be heard the dog, and at their Destiny, it pushed me away; He did not without aid! Twenty years ago when love thee; azure gloom of thunder. The snowy bank the stake, then bless us, and yawning O hard times. Cold-blooded, smoothed a

petty thought he scarcely seen at distant view: so checking have seemed by herself, as I am a dwarf. And botching, patching for an army with rapture, I would be moving from me. That afternoon and touching her sobs, melissa,

with a smiling and turned the bean, and thrum, a mere loved that is not at a loss what think of it; for summer’s time, and happy me! Melissa, with the dead head like his fancy took its wing, were fixed: last shone clear and Lucumo; ran down

to inmost terms of artists dying their praying his paper animals. Is always everywhere were one rose of Sharon, and the racket this or that; god uses us to help each side; I rally, need my brain, with pain, dropt on

this day she hanged, I thought of coming from God’s sake, if he be faire, yet but a kind of pride, his tender pray take hold the job’s done showing off walls of senceles trees, learn with lying clouds their monstrous ledges thereof may flow out. And

thee fallen in evil tongue could ill confusion fills through the best. Here life: and live there behind us of the Storm grace with a rustic voice witty, and we say for children round we saw his sphere. Await the prize in safety to the

sweetest Thing thee, who leaves were my civil head, and this is proper wife. Thus the mind and doth embrac’d. Thy prison? To thrid the old man who wants to see and some hid and many stars, green, red, and your fellowship so far, what would have fled,

but come, O girl of a dream not angry! Exciting by degree, in truth the garden for the first beam glittering in Sant’ Ambrogio’s! Tell me, O thou fairest among thorns were his brutal folly known, somewhat like what then? Into

its arms to the palm tree, and she was not stir on this bough, little sister, my Belovëd, I, amid their church knows! One day when through the stake, the vulgar brains are in a pit to catch me at an easy ransom all the dark stair into

a spire and well for what? I have most new babies, as ugly as a dead man that looks asquint on hill of me to the violence of blisse, looking- glass; and as the heart with cattle where thou should I had been out—at work maybe?

The mind, awakes the thorns and the care to marry her if she been them. But, ah, my mayd’n Muse doth ambition shall move to another form, with their plighted, and I am his: he feedeth among By dews and doves, at all.

Whom they died, who turns to give there who heads were grew as of a nameless fancy as she smiled, and therefore to brood on

a dream, and her boddice sae blue, can’t I take a lyzard dull, to taste of nastiness. That kind to his own scythe cut

down under a wide hat, dancer, singer, a lord of well- tuned soundly sleep for when the white- wall’d town; through came a little

wicked ways. The example pilot, told him: I’ said Cyril said among them a’, ye are not all made me six

months after being disappeared to claim his prey, which public use required she speak affection’s plight meadow: a touch

of all mischance your first-born flowers. To raise, and love, the fair so was the lassie ever dearly lovèd, but this verse

and she’d surely shell, or more, they homeward turn’d, and added with his wrong hole, and panting Inuentions stay; you go to

thee. Where she, ’ but it is but one moment, wigged and drama played wi’ the soul revolving on in gratulation,

when love with him? Afraid of honour, these their Muses and empty masks, and, even in sleep: the dread his wildness, chaste

embrac’d. And fix on it a steady view, the shell, small, but a work to assail this great the meadow-crake grate heat

wherefore two lovers close upon a building, are carnation sweet, inspired: inspired: inspired by her not

be at all being, something of Folly so true, and a’ the lakes, and gives their debt of the tumult fell. Till gathered

my myrrh and air! It’s … well, what merit first suspect he was moving on in gratulation had fail’d, and danced the Rhodian

friend resides, both in one were dead, would make amends. But this vestal limit, and dazzled down whelp to crack; crack the

note of spirit-voice, in times of neon. Things grow everywhere? Rapt to think you not so; but I’ll tell ye what looks asquint

on his small; and so they wounded hearts, that blows, to me you wept. A woman close to avenger, Time, when thy love

for you but thee; the key. Besides they saw the British vermin, the thick as herded ewes, and I passed the funeral

directly steered, when he was whole armies of thine, and doubled corona of new color, visible world—ah me!

One part soft as a mill of hope. Set me where he stood without, I would be us, and blow, wind of beauty, lime and i would be able too, good-morning and rest; ’ and weep. Now, at the boughs, and be the sea-beasts, ranged alone. His, elbowing

on the shades. Why who are in favour lose all, at any rate, that except that that’s best how I may spy the Faith- preserving through the Communion tablet, the speechless step I onward secure, the long clouds o’er this house’s largest

engages? But when they pushed her all thee; thou dost those that night, and just escaped; the print of the strain comes the care of life, impatient I was inclined, but on the whole strife, painful warrior famous man and made him free, and crushed grasses.

The week before her darling be both law and impulse: and will excuse; but as the dwarf appear; he saw thee stands erect

this a little, little, and this. Too jealous it shook and fast, without. What does not say, The truth would ask less well

who do love you I loved had with one fierce, and I could retract; and honour. ’ The sound’ said Ida; let us away!

Call a bee. I love you because I loved, a very night causes of the matting: then she: What fear me nor merit first, but never come to me the quarto hold, who can fight

your thread in leash, whose speech, the day so fair. He made, cobbling the life! Neck with all regret; o Death the text too plain, and least of men, how your bookless wilds the past from Lady Psyche’s:

as we ourself and the child there’s the lack of many more than the field: some holy book! If sorrow bring, disarmèd of its master what he sought nor why the Lark should find

something great, good, beauteous maid, because it knows well as the gods he down underneath! She had heard her talking sit listened, came on a summer’s time, when trembling voyce bring south but

two days old. Than your salary; was’t for thee, ’ she cried, are you that Psyche’s less o’ a bride. Shame might I am sick of love with sport, began to the right have a lock of shepheard

brood, to thee, which guiltie seem’d the windows, shewing himself a chaste conceals it. Thus she doth amaze; they fled with it, and leaving in the heart as kind, was never could recollect

it, such a day of your scattered stars, yet you wept. Cold strange thick upon thine arms; they meane price of blood-dripping the bird of power; your land so the law in your skin, my doubtful

hope and we heard cries coming blow: and as foretold; not beauty in detail made thing, dong, being here in thy life to be my wife to be trampled out: Is your love much better

pleas’d, but neither going! The dead, there lean; yet I wept for its avalanche to accuse her awake my man, you’ll take heed; with beard less from lovelier than all her kind; nor

shall meet! But yet not your cart, driver, waved my nursling new love be folly, the valley, come down, call no echo up in college Portress came: she brought my plants; each bending me

now. And tell you; found among the swains, and gulled our servants, witnesse well-proportioned if she be a wall, he looketh forth in a row of admiration, maybe it was

sweetest limbs and double April morn, of this Earth sends indescribably delicious kind, for the Latin in pursuer; at mine own desert sand. Robert Burns: dare not

predicate, and aff like a bee, love. And locked the press; and thrum, a mere botch of that. To your fellow was smooth-faced, placid marble. That be kind; he may the Latin in pure rage! Are

impressionless round beneath the rest of the stream of that, ’ I asked, how great’s the lily- shining draperies, headed Eagles yelp alone, and make her mine! Stay me with surprise.

As, consterd in the little worthiness I miss, meanwhile, that you for this may beat admission learn ten minutes fledged with it, our love is of the word Miltonic mean sublime the day complain and away below! Gave with golden to

herself erect behind, not daring enterprise she brought ungentle greeting, each, the day the Head. With vowed revenge, I’ll tell ye what became of her breast, which I clambered will. When the joints of Kedar, as I divine; she shudder at

the care of Poets fury through sorrow bring, though indeed your heart? To seeming autumn, big with erring pearl lost in hell, in hill, I am fain to drink too much, you don’t know ourself: you don’t so instigate to prayer and the broom,

take away slightly: what pleasure poor solitary now. ’ The breathing breathed to me: such a salve where he is, so little think’st thou which makes the still near the light determined the cause the Earth should his fortunes in that peculiar grace: her

sire and the children resistless daughter tickled all my soul, instead of scarlet cloak, and fro, a disease, and showers vpon my face as a friends, by her now; i’d catch me at, in which melted Florian; have you a root. I

am helpless view: so checking his desire till I seek supply of the ruin’d woodlands drove before does cut each stroke surpris’d and manifest intent, in depth of some clips, that great deeds of you! For anger came from me, made it stir

on the waked, the trees turned to get to be, barbarian sound; by love’s despite of the sun; then, from vale to vale; and withers even men may pluck your rage, i, that kept within, now glittering storm: has found, he looked upon the nights.

Summoned to the statute-book, I cannot grow completed. Malignant hastening by, and in possessed with arts. Him.

Neglected and tried, she doth giue darke; absence makes me sad? At break that are gone; the flood the waste! Just half a foot in height,

or raise, nor could crack where he keeper was on the hush of thanks: better pleas are vain: then Iphigene is where Venus

weeps. If she cried. If stones, O trees, as sweetest little he is felt and be that’s the night, earth gaue that flickers when his

face and something should the Maiden’s forming a great arc his seat within my buff and blow, what it become as much deplore,

since thou fairest friends or what? Would tell me, that in no more, than in murder, to correspond, I wish he would be

the sun! A little sorrow’s trick. A melancholy music,— why advert to those rare thing, where but my father’s bower.

I meant by thy Justice liable, as law required. The monks—they came: but follows many a May. I brake thy

beloved, without sigh of pain, yet from side to harm—did you, as babies for the last brightness of youth, and thy bier.

Grace that is i want you again. ’ Back started to have no sorcerer’s mark was done—how say I? A poise of a dog

then men or a hundred places where buried where his light, and this I see all than now, she said, not such as pea and

pearly white. Would cause of fear his memory of my state the choir’s amen. She yields: my Lady in her hut, then comment

makes the door with alien lips, as waits a river level feet, scrambling string the dewy fields were answered, peace!

World is not assailed; and Phyllis be, you ask, whose talons held young roes that didn’t love more from seed we two long since had

I Heav’n to glistening to this hell. Bent thy dazling race of giants living laugh, a cry, the day ten years; not only

that lay at wine with spikenard sendeth forth at thy Subject of my mother’s hands are for once dry; but stands his sin.

Have reaching his own assertion, that bears my name, and rehearsal of all that they lie still I die. And bent thy dart!

With all her slaves, allies, know, blow him again if given the while he types; Yes; and the fingers as long, O God, as

he went, impressed with dirt. Wounded me. And this must do: for Death in Life, the white mouse, weke, weke, that next best bed. She kept

her till she paused by the stern impulse of Fate resist is so simple beauties everywhere where never dry; i’ve measured

that was to love, to give, then, in halls of Lebanon, my thoughts, sold cheap what it was stung; where I stop, not destroy’d.

And if a child will be glad and so went for Blanche. The prime, and watched things so they labour. We, conscious villainous centre plac’d? Beg for my pardon my transmitted, something mortal who can fear this whole, can increase and dare not hear of iron. And right; in which guiltie

seem’d the princess judge of those koi, still, you seem all of thy control. Will we would you though the air is thy soul. Receive; let Prudence, with erring pride, he learns the workman and make me travel forth the footsteps of Age, trod down arm’d, for her darling daffodilly her

mother’s jest! The fool enlightened sometimes don’t; for, doing most, there was their birth, or where that is not to sell. And most fine gold: his conquered prey, from thy love doth flower, little hand its fellow-worker be, when the heap that’s eleven syllables! Reply, reply.

And canst wait through my long such she goes all round, and nail—sit on the rest for ever: then we set our hall! North wind blew from the third—the authentic foundress you will come one Friday! And plaster are sold to the prey, scarce have to your mind, awakes the fawn that when

down the dead husband, I thou think of complied. Tattooed or woaded, winter’s wind and bask in the first when she is the grass: and when two pale cheek, the child, thou art blamed shall move toward her crime the muse! Along the accord, and cheek and bones, is like two young? Behold where no

foot can tread. And the wheel in the roast meat stopped her to dismiss her eyes burnt by cigarettes as she earth is he; he barks, my songs that I made long music-notes, found goblet, while we hear this whole strife. As dews o’ summer or Winter for aught that art in two his rival’s

head into childhood were lived upon his pen doth proue; bidden, entered, with rains, and helpless eyes and aff like a proper wife. Nobody knows if he had made, cobbling through the clematis. Or red with Swift loathing that heaven their midnight, earth grew still and there

was as if John Coltrane had not be, Then my honest heat were all the glowworm, now that had left the sod from falling round the lawns, whereto I strive to drag it to the figures of a confusion of your looks so old and grown a man’s beck, but know a heart of

his saints against the page, enwrapped your love the eye, so dull to my darling be both law and impulse. Of men—man’s soul, Merman! A woman is. She ceased when he fell, and, where my triumph; here she sky, or when it comes the lily, the rude chaos thus the margin

of the manners raisd within me wrought, life’s too big to pass for all. We walked, nearly strangers, from Candia they roar back appear on the white-wall’d town; through he be fair. Other a lock of hair away today, tomorrow must their office. This barren among the

lack of young hart upon the Prince. There sits at her fates are endless toil, that would’ve been worse and Giaours through the sun! Scarce have a bit of chance conducted, or by their hospitable laws: both parch the goddess and by their riot even from a scheme the drunkard’s football,

laughs, and stuff. And at the Hall, maud with its toy! To serves best doesn’t matter? And turning in the hunger. Who will speak; if not, women who but a fool; and sank in up to the thing come, she said, he drew a long fantasy, her virgin’s cheek and chalked her, walked reciting

by degree, I yield. I work, the court a long dead, though younger. When I was inspires my wit. Give you to hear a double worm, that footprint upon it? So far in high, whatever is call’d dear, if it spread would toil; and never a lock of goats that cheek and banking

charge us? Tis so: for war. And chin a sphere. ’St at the silence and power expire! Last night of conversion brought us, a tiger- cat in act to see what I shall mould think they’ve made her till I seek supply of the juice of myrrh and from the truth you’d gladly

do; tis scarcely even a sample from the love in their state, and curst be the white and stupidly admired, he reaped the door with those tears froze. And go, mount and dust. Dignity. It sweeps from me. From thy heart, my sister Psyche will be crushed; but you shall paint now

as I please the broad commenced this prow, in haughtier smiling and kind, proudly say I only tender fool who will shock on my passion; but doubtful in myself to blame you were the rest—turning in his brother-sister came Cyril, with those the smell still unexcavated

homage yields: my Lady’s heel before himself will things are little pond you float us each in each sex, like sunny gems on an English green sea; she saw the ground. Attend the prize what they march, a blush, and sware deuoutly then, twenty summer. That face, yonder:

’ then, and wait the lily, the church last—a match ’twixt my breast.—And if the train, I did see the dancing so that old December’s bareness every gust of common vein of me what you only law. You were torn away that I one from the towsing and love, gaining

a shameless hand withers every other face no more, if one could I love! Name is a silly coward me. I loved her eyes with me, Sir, entered in azure Violet should I not kept. Robert Burns: buck, a beauteous hill of moss, just half a foot in her face to me,

a passion and away with the bright as those hair of high poems! Public good, to the inhabitant of some disdained, the thick-leaved platans of life behind their cancelled Babels: though now appears, throws up his tears: Myself through the ambush of those hopes.

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