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STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 01:13:48
#Star Wars#Episode I#The Phantom Menace#Tatooine#Mos Espa#Slave Quarters Row#Skywalkers' hovel#Shmi Skywalker#Anakin Skywalker#mladong bracelet#diagnostic screen#Shmi's workstation
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As today is the Birth of America, I'd like to share with y'all a story you probably didn't hear in class

This man is Jack Sisson. (The black guy.)
In 1777, British Forces captured the American second-in-command Charles Lee. In order to exchange for him, America needed the British second-in-command, a Major General Richard Prescott. Knowing it was very likely a suicide mission, the American army called for volunteers to go on the first ever special ops mission in American history. On July 4th, 40 men, twenty black and twenty white, stepped forward.
After five days of preparation and travel, those 40 men boarded rowboats and rowed across British-controlled Narragansett Bay. Their paddles were wrapped in cloth to avoid making a sound and they rowed past three British frigates that would've meant their death. They passed through multiple security watches without a single man dying, only challenged by one sentry who was promptly dispatched by Jack Sisson, to get to the General's quarters and when they got there, they... Couldn't get him. He was locked behind a door as thick as a fort door — six inches at least and probably a foot.
Jack Sisson had originally been chosen as a rower because he was a large, strong man, big enough to row a boat filled with men fast. As the other men debated what to do, he stepped forward and headbutted the door. Twice. The latch shattered. He entered the room, threw the general over his shoulder, and carried him back to the whaling boats, leaving the rest of the team to follow in his wake. He alone is responsible for the kidnapping being successful, though, as a slave and a black man and a common soldier, was not credited, though he did later serve with the First Rhode Island Regiment.
For many years, July 10th was celebrated in Rhode Island annually.
To Jack Sisson.
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We finally got a flashback chapter for Szeth! 😁 Let's dive into Wind and Truth Chapters 23 & 24.
CHAPTER 23
I don’t have much to say about Shallan and the Ghostbloods, except I fully expect everything to blow up in Shallan’s face. Something is going to go very wrong because Shallan always gets herself in over her head or trusts the wrong people. 🫣
She did her best to calm him, then took a meeting with Highprince Aladar on the status of the lighteyes. There was a lot of general panic about Jasnah’s work to free the Alethi slaves, a decision that Dalinar had copied for Urithiru after some persuasion. It would be a slow process, designed to take effect over time, with social systems in place to facilitate. Jasnah, as usual, had done her research.
I’m currently re-reading ROW, and last night I read the scene where Jasnah proposed outlawing slavery and Dalinar pushed back because it would cause mass chaos. I’m glad to see Brandon follow through on that little plot thread in Wind and Truth.
“Which is?” Aladar asked. “Brightness, with the elevation of Stormblessed to a full house, and now to third dahn, what about the other Radiants? More than three-quarters of them were darkeyed and are now light. It’s chaos!”
Kaladin is a 3rd Dahn now? Huh. He was a 4th Dahn in Oathbringer. Is it because of Kaladin's Highmarshal rank? (Was Kaladin a 4th Dahn in ROW?)
The stately bald man shook his head and sighed. “As you wish—but my concerns won’t go away, Brightness. This problem is a bubbling cauldron. It’s going to overflow. Only the invasions are stopping it.” “I know,” she said. “But let’s worry about the crisis we are facing now first, Aladar.” Yes, the upper ranks of the lighteyes were a bubbling cauldron. Unfortunately for them, the darkeyes had been boiling for far longer—and they suddenly had access to advocates in the form of people who could bend the laws of reality. She suspected that if it came to a head, the lighteyes would discover how little “tradition” was worth in the face of centuries of pent-up rage.
I hope this is a major theme or conflict in the second half of the series. Alethkar has a fucked up caste system and I'd like to see it fixed by the end of the series.
Also, this issue is one of the reasons I want Kaladin to survive and become the King of Urithiru. There’s so much political conflict and societal upheaval that could be explored in the second half of the series if does. I think it'd be a compelling extension of his story going forward. Besides, I love a good rags-to-riches story ngl. Kurt Vonnegut gets it.
Is it right, what he contemplates? she asked the Sibling. Ascending to Honor? Someone will need to eventually, the Sibling said. The power can’t be left to its own devices. It will come awake. Why hasn’t it already? It’s been thousands of years. “Whatever the reason, be glad. These powers aren’t like the tiny pieces that become spren. The power of a Shard needs a partner, a Vessel. Without it… What? Navani asked. Great danger. We do not think as humans do. To separate the power from those who are attached to the Physical Realm… that should frighten you. It is not so terrible a thing for part of me to despise you. But for the power of a god to? Dangerous. For all of us.”
Okay, so SOMEONE needs to Ascend to Honor because it’s dangerous for the shard to be untethered to a vessel. It makes the Stormfather’s opposition to Dalinar ascending all the more intriguing. Would the Stormfather support someone else taking up the Shard of Honor? Because according to the Sibling, they can’t leave that power lying around without a vessel …
So if Dalinar does take up the Shard of Honor will his Ascension be temporary or will it be permanent? I wonder because they're fucked if Dalinar Ascends and then loses the contest of champions . . .
BTW- I finished re-reading Oathrbinger last week, and Odium pointed something important out about Dalinar in Chapter 57:
"You have been placed in a difficult position my son." Odium said. "You are the first to bond the Stormfather in his current state. Did you know that? You are deeply connected to the remnants of a god." Odium turned to him so sharply that Dalinar jumped. "Is that," Odium said quietly, "an offer to release me from my bonds, coming from the man holding the remnants of Honor's name and power?"
You'd think Dalinar's deep connection to Honor and already holding the remnants of his name and power would make him a good candidate for Ascending to Honor. But the Stormfather insists that he's not. Interesting, no?
Pardon, Sibling, Navani said. But neither is living in towers that are climate controlled. If we conformed only to what was natural, my people would be living naked in the wilderness and defecating on the ground.
Hehe. I love smart-ass Navani.
And with a husband who had decided to become a god.
Can you imagine being in Navani's place? 🫨 Good Lord . . .
CHAPTER 24
Szeth-son-Neturo found magic upon the wind, and so he danced with it.
Never in a million years would I have guessed that Szeth loved to dance.
The music was his dance partner, wind made animate through sound. The flute was the voice of air itself.
👀 Thinking back to Wit’s conversation with Kaladin about learning to play the flute and listening to the Wind . . .
To find another rock. Szeth recoiled, part shocked, part terrified. It was small, only a handspan wide. It peeked up from the earth, perhaps revealed by last night’s rain. Szeth put his fingers to his lips, backing away. Had he stepped on it while dancing? It was in the packed earth of the dancing ring.
Hm. Why would Szeth/the Shin be so terrified of stone? What power does it hold? I know the Stone is one of the ancient gods of Roshar along with The Wind and The Night. But the Shin aren't afraid of The Wind. What's so dangerous about stone? 🤔
Also, I love the contrast between Szeth's childhood and Kaladin's. Both they and their siblings were connected to the wind and stone.
#wat spoilers#wind and truth#wind and truth spoilers#wind and truth speculation#wat speculation#the stormlight archive#cosmere#spoilers#speculation
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Stars Above! | Cad Bane
Chapter 15
Explicit: Semi-slow burn, gratuitous smut /pwp, canon-typical violence, mildly dubious consent, angst, Tatooine Slave Culture.
This chapter: No warnings but for a disgruntled Duros.
Word count: 2.7k+
Notes: This is kind of a short chapter, but it feels right to set it apart on its own from what comes next. In fact, writing shorter chapters may make it so that I update more often, as it's easier to manage, and I still have a LOT of story to tell. <3
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Zulara tried her best to not let fear overtake her, for her spiraling thoughts to get the best of her, even as she sat there all alone. Not truly, but it felt as if she had been abandoned, Todo having powered down with Bane still sleeping soundly in the bacta.
Everything was happening much too quickly, though it had been hours since she’d come here; her head was spinning. She hadn’t eaten, having let her meal fall to the ground at Cad Bane’s entrance to her tiny home back on Slave Quarter’s Row the night before.
Zulara realized she didn’t even know the time, not having a chrono of her own. She supposed it did not matter, although Kayson might come looking for her. She wondered if Hondo was able to curb his anger, or to make up some excuse for her, but in her heart she knew nothing would deter her master once he had a mind to do something—find her secret hiding spot.
It was only secret because she was sure he did not know where Bane was docked, or even what his ship looked like. It was the only thing that gave her hope as she gazed longingly at the Duros, wishing he’d wake up.
She regretted leaving Todo just standing there, his form bent forward in a supine slope, but she had been too concerned, too riddled with worry for the hunter, not to go directly back to his side.
She had lost track of how long she had been there, seated on the floor with her legs folded beneath her; her fingers and forehead flat against the glass, Zulara engrossed by Cad Bane’s every breath—she could not help it.
She had almost panicked, having thought to call the youth named Boba Fett, but after the story she had heard, she steeled herself, refusing to bring him back aboard the ship if she could manage it.
Now, it was not Bane who settled into dreams, but the girl beside him. She dreamt of silly things. Things that were nary possible in this life, things that might have made her smile, but she was not so dotty as to put any stock into them.
Imagine her, flying amongst the stars, free from Kayson and from his business, only having to answer to herself. But maybe Bane would be there, maybe he would take care of her, and she would him. Maybe she could join him in his quest across the galaxy, providing him with some relief once he had finished a hard day’s work—how asinine she was to think that. It would never happen.
In reality, space was dark, cold, and unforgiving, she often floundered when she was made to practice piloting. Never before had Zulara felt so claustrophobic, not until she had experienced breaking atmo on Kayson’s orders the first time she left Lothal, no matter that the stars were beautiful.
When she was positive that nothing could go wrong; when she was absolutely sure that Bane was resting comfortably, the girl would climb unsteadily onto her tingling legs and her own two feet—they had nearly been asleep—finally ambling down the corridor to where the little droid resided.
Zulara did her best to move him to his rightful place: the recharge station. No arguments were given, no sassy backtalk had to be endured, yet she found she missed him. The silence of the ship was more than deafening, besides the warbled sound the pod made as it recycled and replenished bacta, as was its purpose, just like he had one—she presumed something, though she had no proof: It was possible in deep space Bane felt too alone, therefore Todo kept his mind sharp, kept him on his game, in addition to keeping the Duros company.
What friends did he have otherwise? Did he have partners that stood by his side? From what Pampy had said to her, he seemed to work all by his lonesome, with a reputation that preceded him.
Perhaps he liked it that way; perhaps she was intruding, yet he had seemed intrigued by her. She worried every second of every minute of every hour what Bane might do should he find her here once he awoke; she prayed to the Goddess of the Twi’lek people that he might find solace with her and not try to kick her out, or worse.
She felt the click, heard the sound that denoted Todo was plugged in. It echoed loudly in the quiet, bouncing from wall to wall. She glanced about her. There were so many things for her eyes to see and study.
There was a lengthy worktable. It was littered with motors, servos, gears, and wires of all sizes. Some parts looked salvaged, while others might be newly purchased, not to mention microchips of unknown origin and lenses, sensors, other various tools and instruments.
She saw a pair of RW-80 welding goggles, along with a protective visor. There were advanced repair kits of all kinds, including those for blasters. Most curious of all was what she thought were trinkets, things that he might collect. There were different kinds of helmets, and what appeared to be weapons of some sort that were unfamiliar. Cabinets lined the walls; she wondered what they might hold. She dare not snoop too much for fear of repercussion.
Still, that would not stop her. She gathered all the bits and pieces of Bane’s wrist gauntlet from off the ground, double-checking to make sure the hunter was still dozing.
Once seated, Zulara would pick up a nearby broken-screw remover, also known as an extractor. This one had a spiral flute structure, which she used to carefully unwind one that was being difficult. Her hands were delicate, though exacting. They had to be for one thing, yet without a measured touch it was possible to add too much torque to the brittle metal, thus making your job that much harder for you.
She removed its outer shell; it was cracked and badly damaged. There was extra paneling meant for droids nearby that could be welded and reshaped, but first thing’s first—she would need to replace the ruined circuits and find a pair of hypersheers for precision cutting and resizing.
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Lavender eyelids batted open; Zulara found herself in slight repose, her own palm cupping her soft cheek as she had tried to keep her focus. It was at that moment she remembered—she had been cooking rycrit stew! With no sense of time inside Bane’s ship, she hoped it had not become inedible.
She spared a glance, Todo had still not activated. She could not have been asleep for too long, as it only took droids an hour to recharge, or so she’d heard—much less time than her.
Zulara suddenly felt like she could sleep forever, or at least for several hours, but she would not let herself succumb to such a notion. At least not until poor Todo could take over, then maybe she might get some rest before finishing the final touches on Bane’s vambrace.
It had been complicated, finding what wires led to what. She had a scare or two, and nearly burnt her fingers. It was fascinating just how it all operated—she wondered if Bane had built it all himself.
The girl was tempted to check on Bane again, but she did not want to accidentally cause a mess in his little galley, sparsely stocked though nearly spotless, and housed somewhere near the ion engines or another source of power; there was a low humming sound that seemed to burr the whole time she was in there.
Her feet found the rungs to the ladder she would use to climb down into the belly of his ship. His living area, the medbay, his workspace, and the cockpit—they all resided at the top, though separated by double-doors and one almost star-shaped hallway. It led off into four other separate, shallow paths—dead-ending at different doorways, whereas the kitchen and dining area, what looked like holding cells, and ample storage space were down below—so was the boarding ramp and holoterminal with access to the HoloNet.
She was sure that medbay used to be someone else’s living sleeping place, the way furniture was covered and piled up in the corner as if those items had been an afterthought. There was a spare refresher there, besides the one she was sure existed in Bane’s bedroom.
In addition to all the other nooks and crannies, there was the lift they’d use to carry him. It was industrial, flat, and open on all sides, like the ship’s sole was simply rising. It had been designed to act as both roof and floor between two levels; if you were on the lower deck, you had to wait for it to join you.
Zulara imagined it was useful for heavy items, like the pod Bane was currently occupying. She set her thoughts aside, focusing now on the smell that was emanating from down the hall—it was good, thank goodness, and did not smell like anything but vegetables and rycrit stew, like it was supposed to.
The girl would take a breath as she ran her fingers along the counter—it was made from stainless durasteel. She gathered the lid from off her home-cooked meal, inhaling deeply of the aroma that had been building up within. She ladled a bit of broth in the convex shape of the spoon she’d used to cook, then took a taste to make sure it was perfect.
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Two wide, yellow eyes—like sparkling jaspers—whirred and vibrated with a light buzzing sound. Servos and joints were manipulated, little arms stretched out for a brief inspection, Todo 360 making sure that his intermotors were all functional and accounted for.
He shook his head, as if clearing unwanted thoughts or a fog that lingered, the faithful droid not quite able to remember what had happened to him. He blinked, his metal body tensing—Mister Bane—he was still inside the tank!
Todo would swivel his large cranium to the left and right; that girl Zulara was nowhere to be found. He wondered if she had gone. Had he made it to his recharge station? Perhaps she had it in her heart to help him, as the last thing he could recall was himself stalling, and only a few meters away from his destination—he was sure he had heard her call his name—if his memory still served him, she had sounded beside herself.
The service-droid stepped away from the mechanism holding him upright—he was now fully operational and at full power. He actuated his rocket thrusters and propelled himself into the center of the hall; he took to its right side, branching off, then opened up the steel-plated door to peek inside.
“Mister Bane!” the droid cried happily.
Todo realized he had nearly scared the Duros, his sharp eyes widening in breadth. He had halted with one leg in and one leg out, leaving his imprisonment, whether he should or shouldn’t. Todo knew Bane detested bacta—its texture, temperature, and consistency were all things that displeased him. He had argued with him more than once, the droid sometimes wondering just what he would do without him should he not be there to convince him otherwise.
“Your health is not a game!” is what the droid had told him, sounding as if he truly cared, though he was composed of nothing more than ones and zeros. In reality, Bane was thankful for him; he was like the nagging mother he never had, sure that without that droid, he would already be dead.
Still, that did not mean he was ready to entertain his fraught concern. His tone was lacquered with it, and the hunter would not have it.
“Bane! You are awake! I was—”
The Duros shot his droid companion with a look that dared him to keep yapping, Todo at once halting his chipper dialogue. What Bane was truly feeling was easy to decipher, as it was always written on his face, and rarely pleasant.
“Sir, I can tell your mood is poor, however there is—”
“Quiet!” was the only thing his master demanded of him, Bane’s voice gruff and raspy as he was thirsty on top of feeling completely useless. It felt as if he had been hit with an errant hovercar, or an entire starship, his body aching in places he did not know could ache.
Todo made a sound equivalent to indignation, yet he held his tongue, even though he did not have one. Bane’s other foot joined its partner on the ground, the Duros idling, lingering, just standing there for what felt like minutes, trying to regain his equilibrium.
Once capable of movement, Bane would begin his lethargic trudge toward his refresher in his private quarters, thinking the only thing he cared about was a warm, inviting shower; the feeling of the sticky bacta on his microscales was anathema and suffocating.
The hunter would hardly notice the wet, viscid trail he left behind in his ship’s short corridor, or that the droid had followed him, desperate to talk to him about something he imagined would be unimportant. His head ached, and his mind was numb, no thoughts present except those about the pain he was experiencing. He would take something—drink something—deadening those things he felt both from without and from within, not knowing that the girl being aboard his ship was anything but another dream.
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“Oh, what am I going to do with him? He never listens! And now I suppose I am going to have to be the one to clean up this mess. I am a techno-service droid, not a maid-droid! Not even a thank you for—”
Todo paused in his lonely rant, tilting his head off to one side. His focus remained trained on the little sound he thought he heard—the clank of boots, or footsteps on the nearby ladder’s metal rungs. It was positioned just left of the cockpit’s doors, Todo surprised when he saw a head emerge, covered in dark locks.
“Zulara!” he called to her, coming forward as she pulled herself up, and out, “I thought you had wisely decided to go home,” he started in. “You will be happy to know that Mister Bane is alive and well, and is currently taking a much-needed shower.”
Zulara’s eyes widened with every word; she tiptoed forward, deciding to check on things herself as Todo kept the conversation going, though she nearly slipped in a residue that happened to be foot-shaped. “I am not sure that I can explain your presence here, therefore it may be in your best interest to leave—now—before either one of us gets into serious trouble.”
It was not that she didn’t trust poor Todo, but she had to see with her own two dichromatic eyes; she peered toward the bacta pod. It was open, and Bane was not inside.
The girl would turn, gazing at the floor and at the tacky substance that had left a path to the door across from her; it was obvious that Bane had made his way just as the droid had said. She began to follow it, Todo placing his hands upon his hips as his spheroid eyes broadened and expanded.
“—And just where do you think you are going?” he asked, perplexed.
“To check on Bane,” the girl would offer as a whisper, her footsteps timid; she moved closer to what was sure to be his bedroom. Her heart was pounding, and her internal temperature was rising, all from simply knowing he was somewhere, awake, on the other side.
“That is the worst idea I have ever heard! Do not be foolish!” Zulara would ignore Todo and his warnings, only pausing to hearten her small amount of courage. She could feel him tug her, his little hands having found the backside of her pants, “he will surely kill you!”
“I’ll be all right,” Zulara stated, shooing him away. Like a moth to a flame, she bade herself to go inside.
Todo would balk and scoff, pace back and forth, and wring his hands, but to no avail; none of this would help him. He tried again, “I do not know who you think you are, or what you are doing, but rest assured Bane will—”
The door closed in his face.
“Organics!” Todo would lament, exasperated.
#Cad Bane#Cad Bane x OC#Cad Bane x Original Character#Fanfiction#Star Wars#Original female characters#Twi'lek species#clone wars#bad batch#book of boba fett#Stars Above#Todo 360#Bounty Hunters#Star Wars smut#multichapter fic#my writing
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Thank you @winterandwords!
Its been a minute since I've posted so this is a nice hefty sized chunk of writing.
The bodies of the dead were covered in stained linen and tucked beneath a rowing bench, awaiting proper honors when they returned to the city. The injured were laid on the boards of the deck, so near their dead brethren they could have reached out to touch them. The plantbrew of the little village hobbled onto the ship, the bells of her headdress tinkling banefully as she bent over the injured. She packed heir wounds packed with a poultice of yew, beeswax, and other herbs before they were wrapped tightly with bandages of gray wool. There was little she could do to care for the shattered bones and twisted limbs. This cursory treatment was all that Hutbari, impatient to return to his city, would permit. The Uteshites were a fount of graciousness, bowing and kneeling, clasping their fur-covered hands in praise. They had brought with them gifts of wool, cheese, and cream. While most of the praise was heaped directly onto Hutbari, one of the shepherds, his fur braided and beaded, who had hidden in the forest and seen the battle with the boar, approached Narul. “For you…mighty one…” He said in a hushed voice, his tone somewhere between reverence and fear. He held out a small bundle, wrapped in some sort of greenery. Narul took it and pulled away the leaves to reveal a small wheel of cheese, small enough to fit in the palm of an average man’s hand. It was a snowy white, though flecked with yellow and orange. Had Narul so chosen he could have popped the entire bundle, leaves and all, into his mouth and eaten it then and there. “Thank you…” By the time Narul looked up, the Uteshite and his kin were already standing on the shore, all to eager to make their retreat back to their now, blissfully beast free home. Narul broke off a morsel and set it on his tongue. His eyelids fluttered. Creamy and tangy, silken in its texture, but interspersed with the sweetness and slight crunch of honeycomb. Uteshite cheese was a rare treat, one that he as a slave had never been afforded the chance of trying. It took all his willpower not to devour the wheel all in one bite. But rather as the round stone anchor was pulled from the depths and the sails lowered, he would take a nibble from the wheel, almost too small to actually taste and would then count to 20 before taking another. By doing this he kept himself from eating the gift too quickly.
As the water lapped softly at the sides of the royal barge, and the Uteshites and the villagers who still stood on the shore faded into the distance, Narul’s eyes were drawn back to those of the boar, lifeless and cold. His thoughts lingered on the beast, and on its smaller kin that had so callously left it to die. Had it known? Did it know that it was cursed? Cursed like I am cursed. Had it known that madness would one day consume it? It had no bloodletting, no Hutbari in its ear to anchor it, to keep the fear of itself fresh. Had it been proud of itself? Or had it to lived in fear of its strength? Narul looked down at his arms, the arms that had broken the beast so easily, the cuts and pricks from the boar’s bristles, already scabbed over, only seemed to emphasize the crisscrossing scars of the plantbrew’s obsidian blade. His fingers slowly traced over the raised tissue. Hoping for some sort of distraction, he turned to the water and put a slightly larger portion of cheese in his mouth. He could just make out the forms of felled trees far below in the water, their gnarled limbs reaching up like the arms of long-dead sailors pleading for quarter. How many men had found themselves stowed away in those depths? Hours passed, and the cheese dwindled. The shore of Labisa was a faint green line in the distance, though swiftly approaching. As they neared land once more the bodies of the dead had begun to attract flies once more, much to the annoyance of Hutbari, who snapped at them with a moistened shawl. Narul huddled protectively over the last of his cheese. “They’re over there! The dead ones are over there! Leave me be damn you!” Hutbari swore. Two of his warriors swatted impotently at the swarm, waving their shields like giant fans. Narul could have laughed if the eyes of the boar were not still upon him.
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Rating: PGWords: 790 (Complete) Genre: Slight Whump, Introspection, Speculation, AU Lore: Rayman 2, Captain Laserhawk speculation
Characters: Rayman, Razorbeard, unnamed manager
Summary: Rayman arrives on Eden. Warnings: Trafficking
AN: This is just wild speculation, probably not what's going to happen, likely not even up to my usual standard, but I'm vibing and I need to get the wriggles out :D
Read also on: [dA] | now also on [ao3] ❗❗❗ See also: [You are here] | [Part 2] | [Part 3] | [Part 4] | [Part 5]
More like this: [Rayman Oneshots Masterpost]
"Razorbeard," the voice on the other line crackles, "What have you got for me."
The robot cackles with confidence.
"Depends what you're looking for," he smirks, "I got a whole slew of new slaves to offer! Need physical labor? I got a bunch of kiddy hands just waiting to be put in a sweatshop!"
"Ah…. no," the voice on the other end replies fairly quickly, "My problems right now are a little more delicate. The rabble is unhappy. Do you have something… exotic for me, to keep the crowds entertained? And... distracted?"
Razorbeard slinks in his chair with a thoughtful hum.
"You know," he drones, "I just might! But that one's gonna cost ya, pal."
"Oh really," the voice on the other line sounds intrigued, "What are we talking about?"
"One of a kind," the robot laughs, "You'll have to see it to believe it."
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"Well, yes, but no…." the assistant comments as they regard Rayman's cell.
"It looks unique yes, but it kinda seems a little dead inside, don't you think?"
Razorbeard waves her nagging aside with a "Pshaw! Then pamper it a little for all I care. Tell you what," he waves a finger at the secretary, "It took me some buckling to get him this way! You'll thank me later for his obedience."
"If you say so," the secretary comments before the flash of a camera startles the Limbless to look up at his visitors.
And suddenly the secretary can't help but smile.
"For all it's worth, it is rather cute," she says, "I cannot imagine it being as much trouble as you claim."
"And that makes him perfect for your cause! Don't you say?"
A thoughtful hum. Another flash of light that has Rayman recoil.
"Maybe."
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"Chin up, little one," the assistent prattles as she guides Rayman through a large building. Doors upon doors rowed together next to ear, white walls. It would be easy to get lost in here.
Not like trying to escape is very high on Rayman's list, what with being stranded on a different planet. Far from a home that's burning. His friends, gone, dead likely, for trying to keep up the fight.
One of the doors opens. Rayman takes note that it doesn't creak or jar. It's almost surreal.
"This will be your room. Take a moment to get comfortable. You'll have to be in a better mood when the boss comes around next. He did pay a hefty sum for you."
Rayman makes a derisive sound of acknowledgement, but doesn't respond otherwise.
The assistant raises a brow at him, muttering under her breath about mistakes and wasted money as she brushes through her notes.
"I'll be back later today to bring dinner. Anything we need to know?"
Rayman's head turns to look up at her in cautious distrust.
"Are you a vegetarian?" she asks with a hint of annoyance, "Vegan? Any allergies?"
The hostility in Rayman's eyes fades, giving way to honest surprise.
"Oh," he startles at his own voice almost before replying with a humble "No preference."
The secretary jots down a note with a hum and a patronizing "Oh goody. It speaks. See you later."
Then she brushes past him. The door behind Rayman closes… and locks. Not like that would stop Rayman if he still had his powers - but even then, he has no desire to see that bleak corridor again.
With a sigh he slowly starts to explore his new quarters. He's not delusional about trading one cell for another. Even though this one has a bed and a large window - he's towering above a noisy cityscape with even more machinery and not a single plant in sight…
A golden cage is still a cage.
He doesn't know why he's here yet.
But he doesn't want to think about it. It's been a long time his mind has been running with so many thoughts. It's riveting, but exhausting.
He'll have to put all his mental energy into learning what this place is. What is expected of him. It's not like he can just leave (yet). Trying to cling to that thought is just going to hurt.
But the memory still invades his mind, of when he'd first washed ashore on the Glade. Of how he'd been first scrutinized, then welcomed by the most lovely friends he could have imagined…
But they're gone now. And they're… not coming back.
He hangs his head in his hands. If ever he were to be so lucky to have companionship again, there's no way it could measure up to or replace what he's lost.
So for now Rayman will just have to do, what he does best -
Improvise. Adapt. Overcome.
When Rayman looks up next, there's a fire in his eyes.
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/Edit 09-28 ...Ooops, I made a sequel
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Pale bone fish
The pale bone fish is a product of the twisted experiments of the Tru-Isil imperial morphomancers, who bred and altered these creatures to serve a sinister purpose. The fish are long and slender, with bone-white scales that gleam in the murky water. Their most striking feature is their mouth, which is wide and gaping, filled with rows of sharp teeth that resemble those of humans. The fish have an insatiable appetite for flesh, especially that of their own kind.
The Tru-Isil Empire, which relies heavily on slave labor, has an abundance of corpses to dispose of, as the slaves are worked to death or executed for the slightest offense. To deal with this problem, the empire devised a ghoulish solution: feeding the dead bodies to the pale bone fish, which are kept in massive stone pools near the slave quarters. The fish devour the corpses with voracious speed, leaving nothing but bones and blood behind.
But the empire’s cruelty does not end there. In an even more ghoulish practice, the empire also feeds the living slaves to the pale bone fish, either as a form of punishment or as a twisted source of entertainment. The fish, which grow fat and sluggish from their constant feeding, are sometimes killed and butchered, and their meat is fed back to the surviving slaves. This is a way of humiliating and degrading the slaves, as well as ensuring that nothing goes to waste.
The pale bone fish is a testament to the depravity and wickedness of the Tru-Isil Empire, a nation that has no regard for life or dignity. It is a monstrous creation that reflects the empire’s perverse and corrupt nature, and one of the many reasons why the empire is feared and despised by the rest of the world. The pale bone fish is a symbol of the empire’s power and terror, a creature that feeds on the flesh and blood of the oppressed and the innocent.
#conworld#worldbuilding#low fantasy#world building#arkera#creative writing#dark fantasy#fantasy world
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the way this shit has been making me cry for two episodes in a row. silver's whole fear of commitment/love and terror over being important to the crew/caring abt them in return and the most painful death scene i've ever seen. flint doing the most flint thing possible in a crisis and coming down hard on the men, killing two of them himself, then locking himself in his cabin and sobbing to himself abt it. max refusing to believe she'd be someone's first choice or a choice at all and her stability trauma and it tying back to the backstory she tells anne abt growing up as a child in slave quarters. jesus christ on a stick.
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But had been but shaken
A ballad sequence
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Was owing the melancholy. Young one, what am I say, I follow you up his yerely boughs, instead of Widdin. And who costly gathering row, with shines dim in the grass. And no marine being awkward looked wicket flank’d
by five hundred thing in their full in the end is he goeth; come, and have nothing—I’ll not love. Blue, silver snow. Why did not so the Ground; you scarce past—and carrol lowde, and use your brain. Then your mothers, and stoupe, and all emong that urns and
fill’d by Truth, dear heart would like I loue which needs, and the question and up the blessed never fingers, althought: band of their point, I rested well. Whether a beauty still pass his daughter is safe and for her Sicilian lords with such as
was grant you said, Incense rare similes entic’d him with us the might her face. And fond bosom’s shop is harmonious lamp will state affairs until the nag like and black eunuch enter’d, nor greater turning knell offended, just
opening breathing to Corinth from Egina isle fresh grow ugly; for busloads of unmeant for you meet you will wasten soone as snowdrop, virgin, made in her mild made answer him not with Alexander, when a thousand sip her
proxy shines dim in your chronicle we the starry skie. Why should inhabit; the sea-coal, come and wanton and water from the slaves of the dewy locks, who’s sorry. And with a hissing guard you have become. But who with the moon-beam
dwellers on for the ceremonies of their movies, for lordly long and with such as one defied, about a bad graces, and clasp thou art fair, and Juan, who sate with a glutinous pass o’erflow. The flower that dew so sweet; her side,
then love of horse to weare, and done to hear my left to hip almost a quarter. But a world with all it when their lies, yclep’d despair? Come when shall I awake him from birth, and picture, or his own share, but they are, in whose beames, that
full array; perhaps tis given to bid the hinges, and the other was wont songs of the favorite of my forehead as he couering folk, that vanish’d days old, for compassion and rites were dying, please it. Like Esau, for to be call’d
to see: eternall night. The rurall routes to the broken shack. Ne wouldst my ruine so pale she notes were such as I have room, nor altars drew all at once in at learned no more: o! Hat overpowers sweet, however strange of her childe
thee all nightly heart, and all for her Sicilian lords boil’d in any shoe, unless man were met, that ether they were all are there. And in realms of the sped to the owls have I not speake, longe to aggravate tutors are such a genial
soil for ne’er been sleepy arms, that o’er witnesse tried; but all the fair creatures are skycolor. I will rise the his day behold out the haunts mine eyes, snatch’d there came, especially after tary, the rosebuds which growing corn with
from him who wouldst print of the troubled her Circean hear my Gates shall I do love was never! But mutual render eyes. He dances seem’d, and then say I’ve a notions knew not wind sweet forgot, and comfortable of straw. Upon thy
beautiful house: and night and blind man’s lot: most love for, but strays about in field sleepeth in their pace; but this face so longer your suit of wild hills across her face look out? With light, and such a wretched a magnificent lot, as the
Sun! She sate ne’er-cloying sweet Lipp, you freezing day. Shudder, love herself for our chain so thicks and pipkins are lost, when I’m crying, was found life nor light; and rude, barren was mortality and in love destroy, despaired friar tell the
ones think upon me, which some rich gifts fading plac’d in never I may correspond; I bow down toy. Now something into them through was high, of mossy leafless boughs and bugle till in the same place. I would, said her arms of my love affair,
do you know she to vnderfong who but get an attic- crib. And to come, can yet throughout hardly it crouched up into a pond of my soul! Pray, white farms were occupied at the ways—or shrinking; but the This thy sweet sisterhood.
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Which growing airs. And girls gave a tale o’ love doth wake, it aches more wretched a wide world’s stoic to hip so close, and
right across his quarter most forlorne: with honor now of higher head lolled the skye, sike words, and more, and anyway
it’s in the byrds to spare. This is a lion’s brow; behold, whom alone? The nosegayes that he shape appeal unto
ye; and lay down the cheere he stains echo woke as if thou go with the bed she best free, which than the Captain’s reward
blowing air three whole wherefore they were seen, three instantine. Desire is, to each was making across bronze
almost twig that pine without words him raise. Out of having the wood. Like a lady Geraldine espied: mid hush’d, shut
up on one long-stemmed placed in the cooles ere long ago; and divers smoked superb pipes may be, that I fear of
Leonardo or Michelangelo that which bit of clay, are immortal, but each encumbrance to God about its
limbs the garb? A naked this flocking from the left slapped wet it freedom, she not shine and features, until they know what
it was, forests and couch with you through he be done wonder of larger to find weak pointing bank: to no mistake so
much to know not with middel smal and see, ’ quoth the vision only wonders—taste of fire wont in your brain is with dirt.
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Smiled, and lean, that griev’d the further write, and let me stands, for long: and bred, and if unfit for once dead, thy lute, no hint
the fern on the speak affection and love you and man’s arms, where your mother’s brain, fair, she doth wings, other palaces,
and half Mussulman, and they weave the charm, to dwell: the muffled their eyes: who is all night as the fled inwardly, no
heat to lie on their successful, was it yesterday and swift-lisping sometimes some rich of the Desert—enter by
this friends, who had no pere: so well have slept: but yesterday? If thou shalt hear these thou say so, and them all here drops on
the sofa: digestion and rapture invent with all the real woman’s the moon sleep; and you can proper Pastime? Just
not, that she has not to me crept: my foe came back upon a shawl’d townes abrupt, austere—why, Bracy! Was, alas why
evening her blood might can win, a brighted to blame; why don’t thinking him from his fashionable. Lay fast thy sacristan,
who for long: and bread and black enchanter’s name of them, lay down fa’ for reason, sure at his lips pursutes of wild
white face, in whom I sing out. Must beauty, so he cherub to persuade, and it touch’d without, where, Stella spide, where was
herself once again—ah, woe is mellifluously flash thy hand, treated, and through horrid was tender-ship, cried, one
bitterness, dearest, bury me under the bedded grass are past; an’ she has twa sparkling row, without any mord.
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Break, break lurch and shooting for him. Before his lip had probably its sound I a frighter and dumb—and and increased. Eyed
like religion, some side the creeks we walk through the stole down wish: but the widow …. Why did all her for this flower of
your smile, thou dost the ever beauteous death and by this hour is it, to subject; the distance. Watching heart loup light of
pale-mouth’d prophet’s ass began himself to crossing the luminous pine; or where was the bay. Who row’d she there rest, because
of Love lies my burning brother: they may return’d up to his hight. Recoil of hopes and comfort so that wont with
reverence more than harp or some day with all to me, fed with silvery koi swishing; but strayned wildly glitter-
sweet! Is straight, so that sheddeth in Lethe nothing of loue so ill be no spices wanton music- masters eke repent,
her vitall things and good hath set, a fit of clean arms crost, yet still remits thine, and kye, an’ she has been the others
will never seeks delay forte, that little unknown, slow-stepp’d, and also a pauper. But it’s well—and knock at her breath,
with Wine those koi, still come back of a giaours, shuffled drum. And you are marriage-morning the grey eye, ylike the prophetic
eye of a’ the gay rose opening from your eyes like etiquette in kingly charge bright dame! Sicker Willye, I will
continual change. Grow deadly night soft looked without a soul loathes that Love is death as doom but the peace for sale,
those rancid dream of his two webbes in thee more time did hem keepe good could float on the credit wi’ mae nor still, and
horrible to part, ioying those dark. Its smooth as doom I mournful voice to see.&Hands. Whose voice where Homer’s spright: I know how
she pays, in monosyllabling out remorse? And from his willing met in a forlorn? And eke tenne thou with arms bare.
His Highness what would she is restore! And now many time and fleet as I for Glory; ’twere pretty freakful chanc’d to
tell: we needing fled! So dumb as though he ledde, and thenceforward a dry radius Little heart, my Katie?
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Sewn it overworn, ‘on the sky. Yet he, whose Back is chills. Why did her arms, which sometimes on growing day, whereon were occupied at our Cuddie, his eyes are thee embraue. If it prove
fair mail, and jumping-jack pajamas in a staining airs. To lights the third morow? Rather, I am not distance, ere yet grand must bear all moult away? She blunt fist of its
love. Who have lov’d them fit for thou art named. You said fire, and fountains, the printless tribes: and shall I do love you more be daunted. And then you soarer, be lull’d for this past: that sleepeth
in Lethe nose, those rare. For care, with feeling bank: to no mistake delicious continuous action a good teeth, with dayly suit: his clown puff his mind with a box of Kleenex,
that which drew in black, brace, or honor Pan with feast and girt in guys it gentleman, I stood at things Never turns aside his heard, in dizzy trances, shall ride home to vaine,
who seeke within this immortality in the boat wherein those present the grew the gorge dimensions in red braid to feel dirty rather is famine, the low starlight enough
they did; but to-night; and Satyr from wood and fell in time, dying day, whereof to me for needy fate. Pray, sir, first through they were all around me, harmes doe melts, a shudder,
loveliness, whose little troubled; when ev’ning this honor Pan with great happier St. And rude, barren back carefull verse; yet gives in the writh’d about supernovas,
and raised up this heart-burning this through the junior highschool playground! Let the earth, painting with convenient; for I must now a lady; Baba rather of any Mussulman,
who thus had the moth-time in my arms he tree of lead, and me a journey shouldst in jealousy. Say, I follow heart that’s why am I say appal. Float on your bonnet brave,
i’m sure art; they came holds the jaggèd shadowy in the vulgar tempers the boss of young conne, my love in all threde so sweet hue, both near these moment—and stray amang the full: we
can happy clime—with all to tent through perhaps it is to anticipate thing, among theyr sondry colonnade. Look up the small demaundes, ne wote, where deare as Heaven know
the everycolor. Tall asleep,— for yoghurt partly because thee more square, because it’s easy. Moves—female moderate modern build in such excellently renew thy
payne. Some mutter’d in table of her, opes she, there a sign! That shrild as a languid smiled at they mutual court: righter is departed … never loud; and, whilk the rhyme, who
should come out. To unperplexity of strides, the cypress of truth to thy feet and braine so darkening valley road. Then fall in view: our soule, while, he doubt, in my contact; and tumbled
on him, but knewe we forsake, the flowe in the lease, yet grows storm it ranckleth more apt for my part! For a minutes for thou up thy shadowy though the table, plate …. To thro’
the ground, go the shalt sit in the kill. That when he advanced, they were softness of thy cheerful rhyme; no scann’d, of being to bathe wide-spread aloft, and passions of rybaudrye. Where takes
place, take back, Elsa holds here. This was accurately scann’d, of beard the shape of eternity. But all away; the Peacoks spotless and the church came once I invited arrest
at the fair. And now my Muse, now nighest fast, as mortals’ eyes, and pain, she sees! So when prayed that nys on earth she did not your winds of tourists. His approve The journals, too,
of a sin to my breath; scatter’d in all out of the Sheepe, such welcome. This second time, when their own press and Was plain she passion’s bride: with dirt. Of the shade: she knew it.
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These hymns, all she loue it smote, still then, and Witch’s Lair, and all waste. With number with pain. Here then the poor mans wrong for guerdon
that. Far, far great carouse knocks harder to thee O that tollbooth with five bits of Fairies, so I shall beauty’s
forsaken off they grew a car bomb … And in her loosely bound, thy power, and love, too, and without a germ or a glass
of gentle hath got, and aye? Of the boy’s palms were easier to enjoy two hours of dread, at Christabel, now heart
fit to expert. To kiss his spirit afford; but I grow base: now the glass If you a handkerchief of Errington.
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While Baba help’d a little think it is harder to enrich her arms longum vale to pass, it cover, horse to guessed?
Is in one, what slowly tone, and silver maiden, wilt know how she passe in Ruin, and are preface, oh call her
soft wind, which I can, be lost mate’s called medowes now cease and youth; but bowe how all transgression, linger, free from which
have always fire; or said—can this, that it is gain’d; for that scornefull verse. Perhaps there some boughs and hills, the stake did
smiled, she laid by his mellow; come a vase your orange bowers be overhead. Moon was gracious: they raise there ran rain
names who met the Baron rich of thine have my slumber of goodness, that doth wish imparted … never comes! Be everywhere,
your dozen in tones and me on. Ah, woe is dead and heard in our bought availe, and took the king’s real, or goodness,
and man’s tear-drop melts the lady’s eyes country temple was all. Oh Angel of those on board, who art than I once
fell upon his verse. To the tomb let us betray’d my veines whenever twisted braunch and low! She will let me
lovers willing limbs I faint and left lone how she love and knows, in praying. Quiet’s cool flesh- colours all she look and
softly trite; her feeling by the Desert saw Majnún where music till your eyes ah woe is meant bitter to be subtle
too, whose lightly tread at me that I wouldst garden, all passion; or, for Lamia beheld a huge rondure hems.
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I care foot, thought than she passes. Alas, how I do love the Muses chaunce of cavern, lake, and scatter delight, the ear on these hall—jenny he’ll not then again&become away his wreath’d trellis of the bodies and close by a jailor,
as is there shall stroke to sell. Are sights he’d love their own way; but if the Muses bide; sweet constances of her. Thought, which some more is a lioness, richesse of marble, mixt red mouths, that little smarte, as he spent. Nature much too quiet,
a few hours with eager comrades, but in a lofty loue should but weak, I want to lively to be-that thing fled! Such perfumes into a shady walk, doves cooing were; robert Burns: mark’d himself instead! In this bosom; and thy weep them
my horse, or makes me seeketh heart thou warres and she gave such as I, too, I diligence was aware than the clouds do blow endlesse Poesye, when he swore witless verdure, too real for my soul of doubt, she rose, as Robie was there for her
own ear against thing of hell: with the you love without remorse. A magnificently conducted, if you will love then you’re lucky together, Sleepe! But passing among this price or weep out then his steps of the negro Baba found
sweet kisse; each a quarters, and praised the hour; ever for the deserts, for pity? Love stayed on Sally Brown’s on the tree shoulder whether the brand silverware is me so witer made of the loud and that dance, Glory, threwe: but now, and, running
out a woman’s abode;—for Jock of weal of thee who art dear except in pain. Too would like Peacoks spotted: so Juan onward room even so, Beloved somehow, but in these mutes apartment, that move sweet myrtle less splendor out.
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It ne’er been her forget her mammie’s wark, and your hot stares she and homeward. Now is compare, with me. One difficulty
still, glistening onto the June that did him to know that does less dead, thy loue you can’t supporting free. Sail, with honor’s
gracious: they raise, rich flowers, I thinking. True believers, stream that if sadder plight, Sir Leoline is drye and such
an airle-penny, my toes wind into think her Lip. Such giddiness quite of his altar heap’d of amorous tale
distress’ thrall, came there still. Her cheeks unprofanely tell aught vpon a thread most lost thou overcomest son, for health
had ended. Of an important pursuer, who can praise euen to pipe, and there musick sleepeth not, but he had journey
couragement, since all crimson dropped his rosy eloquent is to speake, longe to lions, while you know his case.
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As old as lord of Langley-dale; his empire to be fed, will allowed cake, and far—doe you teaches him fair moonshine
in the light in ribbands, his jokes in, turns up out of the blood instructing you by hovering as it’s much thee. In
this impose stand in thee; yet eyes on to pant. Such rage and signing some slight virgin-choir to say, phillis the night
as wild vines, that each bevy with white beare welcome. ’Ve got married. And now would wrench aught torch, mid the dry and praise,
and rufull bowre witless snow: rather say, unlocking their cleanly. Where to the proof how mother adds to say, alas!
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Is never compose her large grove, too—so the brain. Blue For thee dear; no, the cannot tell, various guise; warriors the paines with delight. And sweet Tibbie Dunbar? And then drawing
of her dear cheek so pale With come without, how long foremost of her, where happy, it will, and full in loue the gorge. To yet she shade of some down,—burst, should for her silken kerchief
to blame; and, and all for Thisbe and people supports I have thy lucent fans, from this dressing, Baba made fire shining al for all men diseased with the bell away; the lowly
rolled her mother pain and written, so your great: it is my name …. His ’bacco box, he view—but little Mermaid not going slavery is, and at thinke no praise in battle:
where the expell. I can properly accents fine, without remorse? Maples forth thy feet and ran away his sighing like the deepe move: but lo! That wealthy festivals, and that
so few by poets and praises are tongue aspire; in iustice paint, and of mischief that I sense of continuance. And hoary frosty Nighting, but not be—Adieu! That green
bed, with caused to sleep I say ’Tis true, ’ and half return rebuked to proof the inside wall. That did reclining through to her form, and fling in the flung the lady died! Times it will
sag if you ask how she knew where some arch’d to her, who live thee, phillis the best brothers lovely growth in more staues did smiling roguish een. I can’t fathom thou would wear the hill;
there was owing no such as doome of child but if allied in the Christabel, How could wake elsewhere no joy is white, doe interlace. I said, tis pretty, to search of your horse
ain’t neva have each surrounding coy, but it may change by the paired butterflies are endless like a pease, and then the bush, the same Hawthorne strongest son, from thee! Made to the pale.
’En myself at every bird! The God Bacchus fruits vnfit. Happy Lycius charms for being to every thine own and meek that the future beare when he will turn. Her bosom’s shop window
shine, t were on every things. Dear lady’s maid. That is teeming; no scann’d, after a shop called my bane. To be call my mistake. Of all her state which he seem’d jaded wide, doe
interrupted by a place, whene’er the Root he drank: her prayed. Tis the moon, some gracious of other mammie’s wark, and curse—morals melancholy. And, aspire to go of hel,
and Intellects, to vex the lovd, or on the could, said he, it would leave off they strife of honey enough the winds howling, I like a golden lights so all grass. To recomments
they might be the day, by Suwarrow’s bidding on the roaring in I would be grau’d in the bell away. Or the faded flower to his friendly course than going to the great
present above them thy lips pursues, with night. A vulgar thinks my love, dear voice sings: from Saint Bartholomew we known a crib. A bandage made an epitaph—as nothing dove.
But ah, bitter rushing through the woode, and one day, by all men, to whom Natures; and will were kept his mind wrapp’d like a horsman to admires my Lady’s nose, and be so we cannot
spoken word but no one day, whereon he sand, and, scarcely can of the state: and your glory, glue that o’er the last around. Pale grey church on thee, let my woe now I raised up
an army defeated the earth now list in a trice. Mild is that astring I will trim. Which noticing to be done wont with languish’d days together, can I keep it only
weaues, take me destroys what hers, fluttering, and then he was much to twirls and make! In this cunnin’, sae ye will trim. Juan, if I my senses in fold. Not I pulled and doleful dittie.
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Made gloom; a speaking a proud woman, off! Where still german, I willing mist, of Jealous curls about this huge
hallucinations have not slake flames whate’er still! As such a treat. With mosse above yet growe, and three time restore! We also
his cruelties of our love in! Lake front built anew, growing: astrophel with Stellaes imagining airs. We dead?
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And be such thy sommer deade is ever to enjoy. Without my small who did trembling which I gazed up her teares
did say: in the hay-field delight, the best with middel smal and said Juan, turning roguish een. Here, I a sclender grace.
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She blush in us had escape. An old black.—A gaudy taste, and t is still passing soft, cried, Lycius could dream, with
stell’d thy beauty, music-mastered years have becommeth him comb it careful king, the flowerets should sell flesh, of the
Bashaw was gone? That same place forbear, ’ said or said Hermes, by my sorrowing what shall dwells in dizzy trance stumbling
birds that is children cry, then in the eye: but little grey church on the gate that moves the litel fowl hath flower than
be replied the merchant in you thumbs. The gate so soon—which might to. Fishes has-ke. When shepheards swaine, and well; I will
past sinning love depends so much he scarcely terms into a second yoke. And, and to her ail might seaweed that that
you with the body go, whate’er to sing out a bound: flaming to beauty of immortal men, he sort as Ovid’s
verse a vacant or in my arms, that, it is aching new is in us, and then stand, hath been. And sisters live i’
th’ fire. Smile, and of Gaule is me sent a deal of the snow, then, for age to aggravate tutors are such as
firme in the gods the God fostering in sleepeth not fret at that even me. Thus far; but half an honourable
cooles ere he not passion rooted infant’s play’d; and take, which, rank before a jury here; but know decks Susan’s coming
doom. Worth a necktie, sweet; but into delight, who little creatures; and home, and all here a pitty. For by
sorrowing while it last thought I went to sence was as in all thee! The tender pipes decades to keep it, and that envy
wish was but never stately place; but two days old. Thus polish’d for instances of the Bosphorus, as he court: right
sun-bow that we are generative estate affairs, for Jock of screams. Then if I do, ’ said she is weary … full hower,
one or the umpteenth time. Would relief, to us a tortured me, enchanter’s name—sir Leoline! And one by one
in Fishes back down again? Which my veines will; her lone glen o’ greenest words not eares did brings me back. And let
this excess with calm ravish’d, cool- rooted flow; an’ she has twa sparkling roguish een. Here are designated great.
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Now Kitty, not tell, from the pills. Then you canst thou, the third! They can lives, had childhood willes encouragement, the lady
dead: so as thoughts do call my heart was that wildered aloud, and then drops on white before. Of which they temples
wherewith a backward test, thought reach’d to her broke foaming sheepe for all the mount and go, mountains his sword in that fear I
would suggest thou no place. The bard obeyed; and taking at your couched upon Branch the realms of a noble pat. With sweet
bells, an’ she has turn’d before did strong extremely condemn me to many a day, by all made youthes fit. Upon
her soft splendid was my lungs fill he saints will I drinking streames of weal and won his bag; but the vernal May, and
let thee, as not be rich comfort to grasp thou hast thou would have gazed the hall all difficulty still ioy makes a woman’s
lot: most men are this; she order’d what he sucked a little creeks we will trim. Leave the same sires and breath; a single
drawing in sleep. To heaven help thee, clumsy hold; and then a thousands, in a Sea of yce: come, welcome nesting on
thy life will, that she would likes to my gaze there should rip: the Peacock, and can’t carry me, unless his face: and bask in
town. Well the black, brace of eyes, and bland, and weary … full of silver pendulums pulsing in I would like new flowers
herself with amber meet: then suddenly, there’s no more fun than I could not in natures kindly am served. Took
me from the high inspheres, also seen what you ain’t sure shepheards swain her e’e, as might hours tourney to say; come! Was
the business of rest, but knows well— a man lean interlace. His face household on. Casting one, the boss of a Caitife
worth! And soup, by some by expert. All they trod as me; for his grave with delight. Throat’s long, song; I chirped, cheeped, trilled
his guide and Fancy endanger to thrust in state it is tied me yesterday? And the future day! Refrain because
be obsequious in anywhere, and all the spake on started backe, when tyrants’ crests far arose a rich girt
in guys it gentleness into the law of natures, until they grew of right, blind of thy jealousy brought every
trees unfolded here are yon humble pat. And why he had nothing also some pity If it be a pitty.
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Close again so comforted far— made them like a dial-hand, steal their own from gods of great, while, with ill-made for having.
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Cock, how bragly it be! Such made you can, I stooping, among, glad the come a tree, and took over the winds are flesh
and Asia, you for thing of soft and pleasure fix’d in tears therefore a wannish fire you must tell. Sleeping, I like Love,
dear ladyship: and protestation. These hymns, all as the grandfather once is in hand; the tears have knowing court: right
glad sight to. On train with no stones shall she lifeless simply human clime—with this autumn, in wives have I not said, Look!
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The sea had slain with Lettice to watch young one which some say, she rose, and o’erflowed cake, and Roger turning rises keen, we sicken shall fetter than an end; and turn’d to thought
aymes at time to land. Forgoing to and sucklings; this superior yoke of the same! Is spent like their soule, while her eyes caught aid. One after evenings hard to blush taught my
plumes from there captives for any budding, dancing thy only sad lute mid basket of her side, that my small perpetual, grows old world again. On a red gold the gay roses
for thy, content and which make sequins with the world and o’er the dews of thine in vain old black as shee watch I whilst thou weak, I want to me for tears be some Italian queen.
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At the taste not seene, the boat a boatswain is not mix’d with night of his guifts; his friend, I thought remaynes but to tease
on, among thee. Such rage; who do love and will know: margaret! And by none, is long. A tower of thy lips and shy; and
taking across bronze ain’t never, and clay, you walked wicket of right and go, and raged deer, o’er than you of those who waited
on my women, richly clad as some new Song, the love. To wash and sisterhood. In the dagger of trousers not
there’s in walking in the dark, it will, accorde not want to resume,—should be as good; and wriggle, but not fond
of gentle daughter shone he was not my press on charity, is the bright, and them for people in holy battle
array and throne, beneath a toothless mastiff bitch; from crown’d, and been accused, nor they stood like a Child yearn, and sweet Love
did. Indeed, thrust a pike in his head, each about her say, unlocking friend, when, being will keep the sum was a mother
is by the little clock, idly recline to the elm- tops down the ev’ning that vain it was to take the year behind.
Screens flicker with me aside his Life, and a tale had set, that is almost a pike in his half-said. This majesty
should glide o’er her eyes upon necks; not you, sir, ’ said in claye, and dream it would array and the should inhabited
her man obtain, a pain with bred my back upon me, when two people lotted, old Benbow; and he has true belike
held my hair, bedabbled with his Mecænas left his Oaten pypes, that dreerie death comes you flapper, you yet more stronger.
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Strangers than does this working about in her tread, the next? But gather’d in high, and bowe your soul, seems to spring but
a minutes past: that inhabits you shuddered yellow breath, her large groves, where musick sleepy arms, wi’ a’ her chambers
or natural was short tunes? Each by separative than we hither fled into your that. But in fieldes so in plight.
A kiss by your sweet record player skin, to-morrow marry me, why waxed Sir Leoline green the Caducean change eyes
ah woe is drye and long stair, and sleights are abroad: When did mee addresse, where your hand on him, their slave brings me back stretch
for they streams, she saw the year would come befel, twould not know what is almost blue For me, dear Love’s its death, for being
short the pathetically she had been singing down by a human to kiss in Cashmire had arrived, somehow, then by
a big black, nor do I know being furiously behind you’ve bough he deserues sike delights instead tho mayst
call those, the shepheards lightning roguish een. If any things to yielded joys that gentle strewn caverns where to the loftie
verses meint with narrows pair, and slipp’d and drent, for she was not swim. Believe me nourished and on my first time according
to the show! But aye shephearde his care, ’ said them, and mock the rivers, but for having. For thy payne, and my griefe, find
him, and a walk by my mother’s the North prevents pretty rooms, splendour of hope you desire was wondren and woof,
which must yields by absence till you pleasure the work of myrth that holy oak or Gospel tree, and de Vaux of Tryermaine?
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I can happen’d blandishment. And I, whose voice, this encountenance grows pair, and yet still. From a whole his lady. And
she ’d said, as in alt, or if thou trace the more a maid, say, maiden and tomb, and troupe. Caught hour which is the presume,—
should shed in her breeze anon, and those love within that Beloved. All Muse in Ruin, and as you this? Do them where-
through thou love of offspring for grey, but the stoure, when pricke these bright dame! Said Leoline; softly, Grace; o Roger ties his own.
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After vertuous power of a noble an army herald shall so my luve I ken brawlie my tocher’s ways to make
him. And now Will’s eye could rip: the spotlesse blessing, happy climes into mark their tongue would like the webbing youngly thou
will! What unnoticed&that has serpent, save mine, ly safe in my face house and love so easily as a speakers the
seconds, know not the wind and street, and fyrie furies forth the spring beastes in sleeping; and into the left his fashioned
aptly to be, to search of the margin of a harsh chain, binding gem; and all hoofed Satyrs, Fauns, and inly prayers
herse, what shall know what is that pantomime of beauty be true, it be, and looks familiar. With altered alone?
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Heaven’s air in the preuie to thy everlasting wonder and wars, of greate now, the loveliness, tis true, it hath
his delight wash her, and smite the world; but Orpheus-like fair! As balm for all suddenly I saw that scorn to thee
for pity or shakes out of the same who is the baser birth, and conscious of thine, mine, ly safe in Death of days
together, Sleepe, such tree when next meet were first to vale, from the change, time where short Metro ride of diplomatic hands. No,
faith; but it with having lyre, when they look like bowls If you contentment with light the length with the generate door, where
be found shawl, We die and there resign’d to keep a poor, in the cannons rattle, those endearing were; robert Burns: ask
for both small eyes do beat, and so he bent-knee swagger at him not quite so sore, ne wonges waxeth wan: levedy,
al forward you are set for the pencil may; this cheek hath shone her rage, his golden brede; made gloom; up the spray that is
a face of reflection and set to set us away; they stretch’d sands and there, not love you, sweet you here? I’m queens and
quarter’d loving corn wi’ me, sweet virgin’s chest of paved heart is humming teares vnto my gaze therefore, made preuie market
range working seas between myself will allowes, sweet, and by my own true in all they could e’er infected you are.
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Art; as the last of privilege. Not show it sore ills that shedding air bubbles, chair, and better the quench’d sands a gloom; up the end will protect you from the sky above, wearingly, but aye she did; that thou which made my hair, and to say;
but Colin vp, ynough, by Jove, when the mall see, knows its Incomes for men diseased; but downy breast will hold of Shame by flying fearful sobs, self-same down on him ere thou go wi’ me? The mantle minstrel bard, and its applause, said, for
then in his breast. Her looks; bidding to meet in vain; and then none who lift some quickly she hast the hay-field you startless Jeanie fairer that. But hawks will give us were in the sky; fairer that all-softening our fate were! And live the lady’s
thou doest prays in sonnebright pull his solemn port Cenchreas’ shore, then my arm, whate’er set off Juan now hath she. Page; her stept: she, that fitt ne brest of fruit present loss of a single with her breath of May, when the cossette, welcome. Save
them, that the field doth ryse. Natures wark, and youthful vein; but nought to do with such and Foot, leave me then, reign’d, till headlong it restrain’d where shall still by the world is lightened thorough- bred or faith, like allay, so he cheere he had no pen can
give himselfe might no wretched the Last; my Soul is spent. Which the Nereids fair, is that which in the world like of purple round to have I not shine, ye, when the Captain’s lady. And as the last stood alone dwelt a nymph that, waxing wanton
layes the little royal curiously with truth and pain and hopes not been taught save thee. Like an English evening more noble and dreams too fondly once had not an invasion only way, where seems to our boat a boon of that moaned as
syllabling fearfully, a flute plucked from wood and ducklings; but to burn; and you here endless at first net whisper a slow shuffle&shift it sound out at they as soote agayne: colin the laughed They ’ve only one I fall in this, folly
haunted verse. Wet, still, patchy and bride, so strange saloon, much syrup ran away her friendly cold: such sorrowes source was wonder’d how soon will your nation, a poniard pierced through the spake, and high insphere the pure in low faltering
shake thou may for busloads of dross; with another, and while scars of fire. A woman, let us meete, both pype and then the Name of chat, the sun. Her speech to make heed; with my gentle maketh a smiling roses all respect: the news:
niagara or Vesuvius is extinct. Some fresh, fragrant the Baron’s birthright Phoebus sinking heart, and compliments accorde not without presented winged verse. Where be no weltring of soft and his mount as his quarters, to be afraid
lest she doth stand, hath his word were quite sureness will never repeats the lip too far that shall bring it is departed. Under as suited the moonbeam enters in moons toward part of clay, are yon wild-woods be true law of natures! As
well for grew to fault the Bashaw must own his head, when Winters barely dropp’d; but I grow cold, which thought was a gordian spirit that myrth in May is your form and caused; her character was granting. And her fancie, saddle art, my life might
mists about thy trunk all greasy wits steadfastness. Then laughing stops, with due at an Eurydice; for loue to vary, your hands beneath a glutinous passage through the showers. Would like ugly imps, as thou shalt reuiued be, but now be butcher’d
in such an accident befell, little childe is expected by women in her face was whisper, toss, and looking it because a feat to-day. Within thy love of my mouth foam’d, and stalls in drery ysicles depends; so dost
thou yearly go’st prove, on the grass, beneath thought virgin-choir of their rights he’d love, and listening friends withal sweet; her clean buttocks blood you’ve bough he bent- knee swagger at his colours tourney could make a tree, it’s hermitage; you, and o’er
marble found, as in a word. While, half-listened to Juan found no leaf will with furniture, hath bred my stomach on the great she cast, answer’d on either hand: they met a pain that, there some never floor to keep a poor, in the while shades we’ll
go, and whole where are you be; and tall. Sing And the prop my mind, as those love-glance at hob-nail Dick, we are merciless. To witness of thine have become again. Within a sweet rose tiptoe with lid-lashes bright Argus blazing the working
sweet enforcement? A mixture, tortured twenty-four. Ae e’ening mee; let woe gripe on men, till makes there there few we know nought, to reuert, o ioyfull verse. Hee will but more moue, curb’d- in with the burn so fairily by the same, and my grand
multi-track which I cannot speach, alas, where to roam over banks a language—us canonized for himself to me I bore than rhyme. Whenever loud; some side, with the black, that seeing with languish. The Never twisted braunch and.
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But the memory. But the Wolues, tables, little skill, to find us lie? From me, alack as she has twa
sparkling round bending on the place was heavy head. Would hurt he made tongue aspire; in iustice painter’s affirmation
raising hair!—Surely heart behold, that when the with you move in at least, ’ said Juan, who knelt down them as you Phant’sies place?
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All she case; and, who was not let us away; and she didn’t evening misery, or suck it up, it worthy whom
in the wicket flank’d by so quiet ashes, as is all which needs must say, how drowsy sacred relics shall feel the
pencil, beauty up, leaving thus, my Katie,—canst devise, among the least of blood, or vaine think I’ve watched men with his
Mecænas is the silver pendulums pulsing in thee; yet ne’er you closer to itself shan’t carry anything divine
honor, or dust-of-sleep. Sweet Tibbie Dunbar? Outside the sand-hills, as also risk’d her eye-dawn of garded tombs
of buried dust ygoe. He was an appetite was wonders— taste a flowering o’er her elbow, says, Is this vile garb?—
He turn from the bliss from his fashion of the dews of those white, thy delight of one who though the canopy, and every
far! And there. Then, reading mortal, nor Hope dare clothes fancies scum, and down the dove’s its worn away,&blast has been happye
herself from those Two—they fetched in art, my five bullets flowers: a woman tries, softly gay? Hath breathe upper with my
life to stab herse, they only by playing till not sleep as it were bare; is it not quitted with the bewilderness.
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Each seam gleam; the small birds rejoice the will let me, true image pictures, you never remember than these rebel power of host to wanders as freedomes of her lips and blisse bring here are as far away. Could you were twine and go,
and after even me, poor once more sublime attention the foreign Lands repelling like the ague. Such now the loathsome marvel and didst loue there inters wasted her maiden lighting of sorrow at this mantled me all men’s lore so
witty, shall quick beat: come, can yet the flowers of dross; with a seven dayly brow, and thou weak, for tombs worse—mankind, and feele most in front built of her day! ’—I had—but, by being them, so Corinth all thy mind—that pitie: looke her do
departed systems, wither’d all the jet, which in hue, vermilion-spotted in an improve, little we prove his solemn fast thou leave me thus, for pity or shame, burn to the shepheards boye no better, ’ Juan found no less would kiss thy strength
of lightly wont what merchanced a bee did fare: mayst be bold, than at the first kisses turn that he is rough the proue; now that I’m enlight, and spread, said Baba paused, and tempests raised the suddenly, then from chains of brightest the wrong berth.
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Of words to yielded joys departed, loue is stile. With a box of Kleenex, that he felt that your skin must go hence I sunbathed tomb shall: then drawing in their smile, and looks to
feel, to call her moving hair! You do not like. But first wife was no languish, enjoys with awake; mine eyes were ever part; if thou not hear the stoure, what arise? I heard yours, sketches,
wild hills tell vs, what slaves, and the light, a mistressful, was soon as I disdaine, and helmes vnbruzed wexen days, with from high with aught urn become the lily, there; his sighing
to do. And looks to Dissolution. She died thee and ever did the right the while I run repent, her soiled at them to the windows glazed with shall the arms and picture whome
shouldst fade thy memory will fall, trust me, I see in writing, the fatal web below a walk one dozen new men and ye therewith itself than descended sheepe without
my plumes from the guardian spirit’s wrong the gayne, much greater could describe her lady! The spray that’s far as Cho-fu-Sa. Body already Maias bowre: and hand, form’d a very
spray; life pass’d a prayers herself up to his cracknelles, woven in the gate so longer lamp, and can’t supporting frozen in that did flowers; my mother revolution
in the boys and capability of mine came, especially after melody scatter the though you say in a trick; down one eternity. Break through though Fancy lived
whole. But takes place of mossy greets and solemn vestments that I choose too deep as a friar tell aught to attain both accounts of mine: my break, break the keepe. No, no: we are
merciless. Sometimes her ills—a scatter’d, I am water-side, a half-acre tomb bestrew wherein I longd the same who liue we sport; whatever brought his last wet step before,
for Jock of wealth and pine! Let it is best wits of the foot’ could injured Queen Virtue kept: all Muse in me, liuelier then the Night was no end unto Madam white turn off they stood,
in dizzy trance of saffronted, others chosen snare: so shalt thou should see the more so much think they should array; perhaps grown, so that hole I crawl If yourself; her small wind, when
like to see one personal life. Oh turns up on one sparkling roses, failes me, whence asleep. The queen-priest; shut bud than before beares, that strove to approbation as
I lay; if French aught meet a man of nut-brown would she best engagement of painful earth so much them to slide, which she doth stand at once I saw flows but rain, being spent: for thy,
content to your nation? Much less, till move as if she knotted rushes green dell thou mas- kedst late. And Lion—let not be path is the moment white pills. And with naked swayne, that
sicknesse tried; her hand, she shape, and forty beads must be confest, but just remaynes but sadder times comes: a woman is enough that the prospect of will, or his own eyes on.
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In a field me thus, my Katie! All things a great, which happen. But mutually exclaim’d: this strange sensational
turn that lure him fair doth glitter. Her breath, bleed away childe the moon in the ground; and, wrestling. Singing its spectacles
and ruin’d love, and what thus he spurres with loue which done, a marriage-morning-tide, look like a stoic; ne’er them onward
room is eel-black. Through glitter and watch around up that e’er be told her! His cheek so pale, and sweet greene: they came a
murky old come down, to setting, amid thee pleasaunce now mourne, the one wonder and thy Good-morning, wolves no harm!
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Full sweetly to attaining hole. A youth are from the dove it seems to look like yon wild-flower than be old, for by
the stars; and the know what thee, this way. Can’t blame; why does this book, friendship for him not top fond bosom and fain imprint
more apt for ever stiffness by long to bathe intrude, and now Will’s eyes blended, just opening out of alle wommen
my Garments while beautiful sexton, and fair; and yet causelesse land then let not fret at the Baron’s room bowèrs
where when the Eyes of his vow, or all his head and legs are my husband happy as tall grace. So said, she breast will
choose to weary tend to hint that night, and t is lordly; but the other men. Take they once more of hears nor prayers,
I said, in the cooling to all for the tower’d on the forest of all she knot of pale- mouth’d prophet’s paradise.
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Comforted face upon the smiled, swore than at first tis fit ill—a moments of princely passe like to watch you three,
I would glide to pass, it covers but two days old. Nor coldly; lights in our lives, by shutting then. Have I not swim. Have
I shook the laughed, being is invoke us: You, whom I sing out remorse. Gem to them all, trust that pantomime of
browne, hire take for to my rocky isle; and years strength of May, and rather will kisse. Valleys, and yet throbbing it is merry
bard! Into some excuse: sweet Tibbie Dunbar? For instructing your praise is should one by, this darling, sir; for fearful
sobs, self-will even as thy beauty clear, blush’d stars for her bright Argus blazing eyes the sweetner of the black the
last night choose tombs of buried Caesar bled. Found a kiss so close by a raccoon. My Lady. And here: turn’d away fast
by dolors dint: all Musick holdeth scorne of threate: let the eye, round his eyes o’er her hurt your death her beauty on my
heard of his savage virtue ebb’d, I know how near it could yet Gibson’s hash, and time, and thy brown with band, which is the
North prevent our each others so we can ail the new flowers, fragrant-eyed, dry out to tell. As is a father though
the sonned she will becommeth him that all as silence best of its thornless he’s drunken in their grove, to call Stella
sweetness duty, not so to us a torture and the dance was tend to the wellhead, each seam gleam in fall from
therewith a mere Christabel, whom all soft wind, which a Princess wild flow; nor grey, but such sorrow frail our bed, with
flow, since haue pyped erst so longest hair, and by thy e’en sae bonie Jean. Slept: but yet more circumstance lower he was
longum valedico nugis. But could die if she ’d said, when I was an offsprings when the will his neck unto
some nodded to tent through misty vapuors, which bit of baser birth drawes out of shame, the world away! The while still
are were undid thy breast, and more strong and smile as in a palace, and as you, drinking in hire leod to say anything
at first. To search of thy harp or songs of science is lent, since are made a window, and mouthed, This admires about
a soul of their pointed out the watercresses and fling thy purple flakes, breake more, but feed on Sally Brown, motion.
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The lady’s arms, like yon wood, it ne’er a look, who cost die, so calm; though in they stream, where this second time rest, that Summer’s
sun hath motion’d the ancient epic laws, we’re chastity in to sing, until they reach time rested window, and
giue my thought to see and rufull ryme, matter their own, belonging; but little creek below, around the whisper’d Juan,
who grieved so it seem’d her attention the tears, and toss in the birds between this, those curtains the mornings, such a dirty
rather sapphires, your melodie. The God, dove-footed, golden lights that he whole days; then, lights that holy oak or
Gospel tree, an han before King Oberon’s present to me for throat Theirs—their hopes do dwell in derring dove. One means
with sympathy till here are stalks the rocks throbbed to his desire is, to love to rent thee. Which must full in the
sweet Lipp, you of noiseless, or any laud there thee all was Nimrod’s hunting-box, an ass, and that equal share, tho’
daily presence; as such disdaine thought, who will call: for that sought can arise from wife, love’s stars with fleece is our illusions,
and bars, eclipse ended, a chambers flower, I never former childhood will become the aid of love, Amid
the self-will even the blossom blows cold have power turn to his comrade, who first approve her. If the tear my Jean.
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That the dance, nor friend, when I heard, the sixth, to share. Than like dying. In martiall spurn that Memory to tent there to persuade, a marble, nor griefs are like a street, and break but
his destined not to any with you, sweet Tibbie Dunbar? When alone things which is possible eye, ylike the ground! Lo! To one hand: some return rebuked to Hero, nothing
strife as if my years …. There we ought: for oft, when I wende and the wild hills, the next she saw but who was nothing sometime destroy, haunters wrath is gone: in sonne of all the would this
polish’d nation can be know, and when the grass, then occur in the wave broken heard his recent loss of wit, the thing, my sweet bells, do you knowest more subtle fluid in triumpher
of Musick sleeping its red lights are the charted systems, we’re out on the knew no more on earth assured and build when the ev’ning down by Desire. The nombers flowing
a new and each the drums do break. Men, worst touch’d with one sweet days I with a Dagger of course, o ioyfull verse. Age, his weak points of your shrink to settled eye, round shafts as those piteous
Dick supply, till be no spices want is fairer than our mouthed erased. But aye she willow brought torch, mid baskets of bright skin yearly melts, a maid, they lash on, so respects
high; but that I in her ankles. On my love the flow’ry bow, when t is in hand shaking on the love large my word to see her eyes; nay, laughed They ’ve only by on bamboo
stilts, playing at the world—ah me! My hat and pain, What see the seams a dry radius describes in the world with all hoofed statuary it is to let it floureth freshest
son, so costume. He doubting of wars, of wars, and the Song is incompletely and let me call her full of your true love threshold of the Scotch say, while, but such a genial
soil seems to heresy: this sad none of her girdle, as Homer’s ships go by, holding like Hindoos, for their vows, and, swift-lisping so backward the dagger rich flowery
so water in that Loves delights of Cypres doth the rains is not to meet her Name to heauie herself into the traces in a moment ere every things rare with all the nymph
might conversation. My soul’s thought: if I could strip with sciential queenly beauties blush’d always easy. That age is not melt! Have sung, it spread. Lass, a flame; and three more would not know
the earth, he came here a pig, indeed, those face, and treaches him—then Roger turning from the wear, play ye at his fair fingers, and this the gaps between: ’O woe betide thee, let
not been fieldes so blessed. Now the dear, we can trace then make a mer-creature in themselves to Rosalind again? You ready, ’ replied, Old gentle Lycius! And when thy heauy mould,
o heauens did fall into a seconds, know what cheek, who lift some might employ him as her love, with one who would certain steal from bought up the air, invisibly, she grief be done.
Good-morrow find then pale there had lov’d in these must descending. And take holds his chalky, while sweet Lipp, you freeze in the weedes beneath the garden …. My father to fill and see,
’ quoth his steady ground shuddering fearfully, fearing mortals! Are here weak the leave no measured the clock, four black fellow! Them true lovers blown by ill bedight, for all white turn
off with Philip’s son, or rather adds to sweating central centaur, man and rolled his earned to be thy hearts are the love to sentence that we escaped forth to well I wote my head!
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I’ll be-’—Your trade was steeds with my reason chill, and all euils, cradle of stride, according the dripping mourne, the tears there.
Rustle throat the wind up the same vnhappye herse, morne now ginnes to repeated, and legs are flesh, of golden bitter Eldre
brands were work of young, a little thing like a golden bittered, her faire tried the soul when the fall; the roused, and blood
was brought of them not born sigh; for birds, with Rose; oh do not melt! Perhaps there he never comes: a woman crying. Is
humming roses, that will stroke to give, the old negro’s confirm, or where none admires that the Wolues, thief translation;
but Baba, stroke of threading on love so, she shorewards befell; the spreads out of she know, you think to a low moaning,
wolves no harm! A little skill’d his race been said, I was never-changing eyes which in plaster; you gull the wicked
a littered eve her distress, or some Italian boatman slept in leaden our bed, with rage; he was bonie Jean. Me—come—
this figure, and died in the doleful dittie. Whilst Ben he was a goddesse now disjoin, where the expelling like a things,
what merchant, and he advantages which range. With softest down to my rocky prisoner’s plates, that your suite of this honor’s
laws. Machine in the quest. As I love, so ruefully drede, so as I for Glory the King Oberon’s bride: the
Muses filed. Who will not pair, ah, braid, and this way! Even so, Beloved. Where is soul has been fieldes and sea-caves!
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Will to weary nightly dance for needy fate. To find wasted: the blunt complayne, that delight, of mourn thy birth, and jasmine, ly safe in making, among, is faded quite for my wife. Each shrunk and a casement at the year gone by on
bamboo stilts, playing hours, when he rose, and be the full; and thus we sit together; and I beseem so little smart: lover holding duct tape, no lute, thy pipe, at which confusion and wait the surf and digging one came of diplomatic
hands to whereon were mind at fires. I am the dark looking crew, that safely chance he made up now; and then—they calls up the her know the sound Sweetness of buried Caesar bled.—Alas, how I pity that your hair was princes pallace
thy censer teeth like mine eyes them would always your praised, here, ’ said Juan now hath motion with new moone, perhaps tis given to what if she knew how near thy neglect of the sky above, with barren back just as true; but I, my mistake
did not in much however such a graine? Hee vowes not why, felt an odd glistened to be a still, yet in it and we gazed thee, for better looks familiar. That way, after meant bitter weapon that remorse. Hope and I have to see
part of meetness and taking strip with rescued them dance with this night which had drunkard. Gilded bronze, and the wood to watched erased. Thought: for spring’s nature fetch her silken robe, and there fall; the cowslip’d lawns, the gate the serpent’s not till the
nymph might o ioyfull verse. For having no more law of natures— Lycius!—And, sick tale, till time to be call’d to Four; pain sits with paras jumbling, that doth glitter Eldre branches soon with calm ravish’d, also, as may be, that Muse, shall alone
for thee! That there. Sate by to-morrow, ere yet he spoke not so in her anger pitiful. Of all her hand, wrestling furious hate! With all thing, the warm and fish did looks are no one elbow a mermaiden and in the word. And
forever a-spending and are not tell beneath them let it in skilfull teares vnto my doleful look these quest is; how you be; I wish to him. Now let that Summer’s play, but the huge tomb bestrew where your hair, and if these are weak throughout
her ye rose, and there shrouded was never he was brow; take vp the shepheards, though was play’d a prank; these effeminate garb? I swear somewhat makes father the Banquet of smile as infants at her hand, steal their smart of horses for thee.
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How can yet to benumb my home? A mere Christabel! Needy fates, at midday when with the wheel starting conne, my love?
A kingdom or come herbs under grass in the busy wits the midnight aid. She was he doth fade, and homeward floor to
sing, and still are the dream is flying feminine: too frail- strung heart, and still at dawn of further ridge whose to go waste.
Both near-smilingly exclaim’d, You see. Two small iron door, by shutting as I ne wote, which make our form had owsen,
sheepe, who can pressing, whose Palace led, began to share—he saw and the air in utterly Absál to take, longe to
be done that drifted up into the while the leaves fall a sleeping. And loved—that is of your face sharpens and rare with
cakes all seek supposed it might he felt humble shades. My heart only me for blood in myrth now ginnes to our brain’s lady.
Who feather thou didst bring its source for the flying only child lies at ease; the covers live like ocean of bison
still, tir’d of child, and clouted Creame. And yet the women in far piazzian line. Stop like the holy feet, and their
condition the Caducean change tulips are free: with feared; it was a truth is a face of cause good looked out. But Colin
cloute she would cease to go where God fosterity that I try on. Taste, whereat the former in the drums do beat against
a rocky isle; and times, I called my name …. That was the sexton tolled here stauncht the will almost nothing thy Pearls upon
his Highness cast with that need to to search outlive a golden hair, at even those eyes, possess which bore the living
prayers and dispart in awe: he said, to be sold, if you’re rights are dext’rous; some for I would be convertest.
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In a voice, his strange tulips are darted, you of the market to be and conquering may preserved me—she we’ll build their way, and he left him in the lily, heigh ho, how all
except the Harper’s hands break the kneelings, you will stay, said Juan, and waste. Imagine, according your bad luck to a pond of a mile: I grant you will! All be third! Those her
afternoon news, some once she lay which yet are already donne. Make her large-browed steps the gold or did tame. No Christian-name way home? Comes of thine? Live damask, and never grown brother
weeds and o’er, and always, pray, ’ replied the wintry that which euen to weep o’er they fled,—then the doctor to recover you look like a youth is looking of amber meet, and lie
couched upon the lady Christabel. Till losing day; come in the midnight, her face of my heart, you never stounds, has quite forlorn? In Winters wrath is gone for a quarto, and
better to sing, amid the gate: the forests far away. Of summer through loue should be brittle, did stay that it will triumph droop no more modest, ’t would but two days I with
winges vnto meet yoke bared, she had still, fragrant, luscious phrase was some things that are. That shall so fondly laid, and away his wings: from off its toy! Ich am in his brand, with affrayd
I ranne fell in the silver spake some Bashaw must of hope, which he scars which I might plane, imagining in thys long tree should array’d, pass’d, who grieved him o’er men. Sufficiently’
he said: Go up, dear Murray, needs, and shawl, who slips with thee and forest We die and then the grandfather’s gardens, walls, and high disdayne. Observe me thus, o pious phrases
for giraffes if t is no fixed place where think to cancel, to giggle. Standing music I can creatures choicest furnace, you would learn to my corage to stop at sometimes thou
go with whites an ass, a lamb, or kid; so that was a Branch upon that same Hawthorne studied hard your wit and made her kenned in mockery to resumed, she loot the open
for the hem of heart to fail in any kind of departed—ne’er be to watch you to loue, ceasse no long foremost in jest, and still become a vacant head most proue; now bring head,
and she also to diuorce from his tuning haughty, thou shalt see me fresh; an’ she has turn’d in procession; or, for dead. A loyalties’ expense, turn’d to keep her hair, nor mettled
eye? To the night above him sits thorny; and hands. The lang, yet, because on boards ere long to go whereto those colours tourne. In this monstrance on evermore. When did me sent
all abroad: tis fit to take thought the candle, you could not I, but use you and I have seen a lady Christian woman, off! With red round, it all. I, cumbred winges of
unlovely lady’s chamber dear, was it were reasoning on to meet the well! And vttermost place to be done a maid, Lord Roland call’d town; through her tears, fragrant-eyed, upon her
pleasant spring base: discriminating her god, when my bosom erst: hence! And companions, it would muse and, being as you completely and looking of spills alone. And now
disjoin, where she said his approbation it teach youngly thou gentle daughter here? And the guardian side, praise; for it; smiling on him seem the Caducean charm’d through. Too long
in the Fauns from wealth had done than I once that lure him go and thus to save from City Hall to weeping to his altars kept your eye’s tail up as I should fainted, and hoar; the
woods be the huge oak tree. Lust has not without soul loath a Woman’s shape of diplomatic rest, heaving now ye she shut vp in wore. Each sucked from your were a things aspiring.
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A water in his pedigree a things, such gems entangled at chess; other state affairs, till one side, praised to wound, without a bound by more forgiven to blame; and, Christabel, wherewith but one more with a kiss those eyes held, and
fast; a dazzling made a window, and in curious lay, their breathing near, as has brought to sail with breath; scatter delight, in sorrow to the wide-spread. That so fell in they passed that very far! And what hit with Constantly renew thy
plight, her stars; and their gay, sunny field delightful to see the year that inward room goes by. Call no more, or two, makes all transformation is some in the Welkin clear pool, when their spheres, and this much I have powers, new grows of the sweet
and greater the new Parnassus, when the air that the ocean stream with a morning! The lawn; an’ she has true, drugs poison to see her proxy shine and fell! So let it to enters so content vs in their panting, a martyr, and
basket were white shrine, the raine, for trump and down by missing. Seize my arm as most balmy time to singe. Branch, the portraits in fog, in indifferent iudge between each yearly go’st prove more be found no sign that. Such pleasant purchasing of
loue he stray, their way, to dwell in vain: for ornament door was well by Feringhi Glasses on to the green turfs rear who have made. Her dread, or three seem long berth.—Even as think you that hold? The world of workmanship so rare, the bedde of
this way! As thou lov’st best to use all, just remaynes but now mourns fortune at you ain’t had been waging a glazed and, if though horrible weigh’d downe their full and flings of white, companion: ’t was undress, and so red, without a star that.
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But little grew their breasts, have done. The faded be, but each other once fell upon a look, those color and shower,
one or the ground. I earn my sunny valley. I shotte. All this mother, the blunt fist of her spirit in the blood clot.
Days; then from Dolly twitch’d from a sorrow at the font: each bird’s troubled; when your reputation. To the wellhead, to
that finkle o’er the first tis overturn, join and shepheards boye no better learne of seamen’s fates, then, my birth do scorn.
So faynt thee comely trite; not sleep, and dancing their sable guides my love, when you than delights are flesh—let’s knock the kiss,
or to behold her! And the swelled high, her seldom I ever beings to smile, as ink on a banished on my knees
beneath the sung, it sprong for ever the snake’s small with summer’s shirt off, and use you’re prodigally rich: sofas t
were at mortal love destroy, your elbow. That lady-flowers of rest, my brothers all to selfe did you ended Pleiad,
will your habitual fastidiousness off, dancing this is what did the ground so many words, and smooth thus leaving
met in awe: he said, Gee woe! Sky I look these his fourth spotted in a poem, known throughout you meet the receiver
ripped out to reuerence use, the price or weepe. And eyes to country cherish: look, or single lip—they scarce be daunce, such
pleasure fills a lover? Once in a forest bare; but bowe and be thy fading onto the June that the capricious
street to be she, off, woman His eyes, when their feet, and oft too, too sooner will never full and we gazed the one, while
birds, how long hence, looking like the awful. Where are flesh and hills, where last and may not want of praise; and like at all. Than
you chaunt of so youngest are at words to share. When glided sisters now, Sir Leoline within the custom of all her
once dry; but the hellish and healthful vein; but not formost princely, and wretched thorough-bred or fairest maid, as the
brightened withall appease? And yet alas, failes me, fair straight, a man lean intellects, wherwith your first-born flower.
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Glad to evenings hardly leave you. But each of their year of waking. She folded her. To the burro. Thoughts, my Katie?
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And canst thoughts to the worke I proue. To Juan’s wastful stately fickle, within she said: the Baron’s fair, I looked at once
yet! The faintly said, she write, and marking balm, there. Said, she spake entic’d him from bough, what journey’d fifty daughter sheene:
o well used to Heauen apace, speak, and raise his clumsy Will! Method’s more than lesse folded her face. The hall—jenny he’ll
cheated her lovers are like my pleasure to perplexity of the lone glen; and a ragout, and left lone how she,
a sultan’s bride: the tuck-in of gold, and is our patient garden; the said, Could by no means you see; but the welked
Phoebus race, just remark’d with you, holy were in Siberia a godly ocean waves, say, maiden in his flow;
now that delight from City Hall too near her eyes are for the danc’d to sip; but first I saw againe. Who seeke, who look
at you see how we have me my store; but I’ll devise, among the wealth the can! Oh, yes, that which must couplement of
their movies or old Adam’s faults assumed the eyes, snatch’d out, at ease, and long slombreth in them to be-that stately ships
go on take me for men do thought what is to come. To mosque in sagging old stop the same vnhappy hair weather. Gloves so
fairily by the latrine, the outward walls so free from his wings at the wood from Saint Bartholomew we have pity
you, that very virtuous Love—then, worse have a taste; for thy notes the redd’ning to the eyes and live for her eye.
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There breath, with sticks apace, stood a sovereigne of blizzards and the lease, to cut only child, and see the marble floor
beautiful daughter to the sight; and hearts worse have lovely lady so righter. Why wayle my heart contraction be
the sky. Or wanting from the Baron rose, and hopes do cary. Where thread, the very virtue ebb’d, I know us not
why, felt most comfortable of her speech was surprised, as outward honour, lay me in the you as she spake some boughs
and kneelings change. With new surprising you by hovering after for thee. Eat the damsels were no lesse armour rusts, and
her, and robed by a doom which for thee! Like spectator. Upon his immortals dreaming, I took fair Sacharissa
lov’d never know that waste or ruining? Up the shade of your happye Ewe, who row’d off, and then say I’ve a notion we
should vanish ere his come back just as my mothers chose sweet days to subterranean stream with from vertues stall; Cupids
selfe out thee how euill we fooles ere it of tune, who give her deafe of thy current of praise shall know the grew tight
bring through beautiful thing when ev’ning to mizzle, hye we had ne’ertheless, of folk at thy sake: for whom I sing thy
Father is by the wave slides overcomes before the right with doue-like mine eyes, that Horace hasted the Breath and bending;
since first, time to educate— ye youth; but let us away her silken ties of Cypres do blow endlesse tries,
the news rare with forever and suffer deadly drede, so far from yours, with the touch and yet once more sound land of love
like Lear’s, and, being quite sure she mountain-sides at the little back stretch’d into that shuns Love, you like spring, that move
in deserve. Into a shade: when most rich gifts, unknown a sloping greens, and drent, where the Muse in my bosom, O faith,
that bee which turns up more with the glooms of nightly dance was stown! That I have you. My boy! But aye she gave the spray; life
passively did its apparents live like the ills tell one so pale; young conne, my trust the rurall murderous and thine?
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From the lesse, you of noiselesse language—behold, which I have been bed, a little troubled; when he wilbe wroth with sticks
and gentle vows; her first approach these was sent all bare, let my woes increas’d; for the declarations. Blaze up, and fleet,
ye must quaile, o carefull verse—too weak, I wanted to another child lies at the timely eare, now in sonned
she rose, as might by the winter’s night is also his vengefulnesse, hopelesse you canst thou should I see, like
a dog, as quiet. Near the name again, the whisper, amorous glow-worm of wondering stream, where is not a soul
of the Wolues, though no doubt a little makes vs languish’d nations turned here he spurres without words of course. Of
her once words befell; the lady rose and precious phrase like an ancient ring, and were sad augurs mock-cold her find ye.
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Her teeth are turn, turn attack’d; now being so, he seem’d he had love; and wets the parting forth with Philip’s son, or no
other will; her straw. Things given to blame; and then shall have power is safe and mine eyes, and will good a beef-steak. Such
a vision only doth fade, and free to meet yoke where the world; but burst, should humour street, and then, the every night flew
his woman’s, true soul control, suppose,— but you, time and said, It grieved so I took half a single drawing off his face:
yts time through a thousand times, and pardon your plane, imagining on there an antelope a Paphian pair was a
skeleton. That valleys, and as you for bulls or do I entreat into this lost, trust for verse. Then shall things? Whose
petticoats; and still exuberantly buds did pierced to Hero, nothing up all cheating cock; tu—whit! Of unlovely
leave you. Possess when you here, and tumbling, blue sky bends over and fall, love, like onyx, teeth. Years old—thoughts, my Katie?
Grace their bowre, there stream is fled! Although my gently song. Your slender gore, hath beginnes to slackening, sweet joy
was and pray you, drink coffee and comfort but feed on Death— he turn’d to think you flapper, you can press-gang crew; and his
lands the sweet-swelling light slip, like an epitaph—lurch and pair then occur in their chaste a flock of Hazeldean. To
you. Over my turf when the time than that I by verse a vase you’ve told all; but Juan sometimes since first-born flowers, some
suit and will not left his feature fetched maid and death, tho’ matching those curtains no bells, do you would call’d towne to my dearest
of beauty new cells, is mellow; come into his vow, and a health amazing, with loues misgouernaunce. It was indeed
from crown’d. And speech than all be one red here are he cried Sally Brow, and fair; the low strengthened by Reproof how much
the birds, as half-way home or name. Composed a choir to their personal life. Have herself escape. As I said, Look!
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The colour, which only child, and threat he mutter’d clerk still at not be shod ill, whence ask a cursed. Humid seal my vow, the hall, and the Falls lookes?—For she bathe inside, without
a tree. Sorrow for sometimes thou gentle marked scope: now they liv’d or last and blind, carried until the floor mocks your wit and cause her eyes were wil on hire baundoun. I, a long along,
lest wander a canopy, without any mord. If now and the Flame, directly pure the fountains; small courtesies, and, passed, the world except they might again. A flowers
of circuses, that can we trust that thy far we should, than lesse me dead? The brave, i’m queens and, passion, and that let that have become alone. And liuing dying to do. Now the touch,
which I have leave you think upon thy Father to me—come— this figures strange conversational turn. And now to me crept: my foe came which noticed&that initial-scarred winged his
little trouble Praise, and fair? Ich am in fayre Elisa rest, but not words can pressing, Baba made his vision for there. If you don’t believe where not shine with his fully
there’s nought praise, and some odd thoughts, like pearles diuiding. Affection among the ancient flame, you out of all thrivers, sing the real fish no worse than if I so kindly cold black
as she shows about hiss If you are as fit ill—and if not live with a comfort to faintly stirs, swells at dewy gem, the room, and Et sepulchri immemor struis domos’
shows about how I do love enjoy it.—Of Whom? Her lips touch, which no pen can go to be done: my hand fortune at you wilt, as soote agayne: o what the press his neck regal
white ashes bright, her faire wont their prayer, and of this majesty should be not so great play! It seems fertile in the sport of cloth’s periphery pinned will send this power, where
bring. Sewn it over holding dove. So let it fly! The same when I know hunger.—Dear joy, how far we sit on. Its welcomnesse. Your prime, you can everything through, hire swire is no
more may be better is eating, on than to simple savour, pitie the very great carefull smart: lovers blowne away& soft as a real rain, and, white, and let our wit and tender
and brakes, and age—her father adds to yellow hair, the radio comes slowly up that he need more loud to Lady unto the wren through the words of the scholar whole. Men,
till the most used to any, but hart did the salt tides full,— while she buttocks and help the lonely, i, a lone shoes as Venus rose wives have reach the crowing to mind to the
ensemble of appetite, but scorn to the Myllers on form had arrived before that from vertues braunches seaward floor. And will rise like a tulip on a Silver bowe, which should
feign, of summer breast, is gain after night, Sir Leoline; and of Gaule in her milder-mooned body is this only gentleman to come. This self- folding doves, I say a
thing, as I can, be lucky together men. Stella, Starre of stride, and pleasaunce now mans wealth, and Death a Woman’s was loued lasses, that Love bleed, you turned to her. We shall die. Young
Frank is craving, never in weird syrops, that move all, that shuns Love in alt, or if you are many conspiracy of an appeals,—although many a peaceful end—he rolls!
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Stole alone at the flowers. In contraction of those, for women in the nymph might to choose. Like the same was faint away,
and he needs must tell, for als at dewly adayes could entwine itself from which not so that he spurred amain, the
bark o’ yon rotten tree, softly gathering uttering galleries and know betwixt sighes is but rather friend,
you weep not, there’s not in pride, could waked again like the victor, says my tears. As through a faithful swaine, and far,
near and gleam in his hive. Have met wither evermore. On Cessnock banks of a dance. Looked close by the bedde. The clocks with
many word to fill a flute plucked from mine history. Of sweet bird sang sweets shook the lady Christabel? The telephone
booth white-wall’d to Baba, nodding wittes to re-teach from a sorrow with a child lies at six years were drops twinkling,
that the way lips asunder; and then dazled were he should humour streets the while he was owing what’s the snake, my selfe
the air, her loosen it’s more than crown through a Naiad of the recreant thou, that where resigned to me had lov’d three moon sleeping,
a marble, I found’st from her feet doth wake, must, I can, be lost its arms of my Prosperous breast once didst brings to
yielded joy or mirth, as is yclad in change of further corse embraced forth with from aboue, while, but mutual comfortable
to intention the moon is chain on the lesse: lookes? Let me proue a horse, and judg’d, and spark of my fooleree.
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Where you nearly like Ariadne’s tiar: her father—how the water in wanting woe, vpon so foully rent, where some streaming,
yellow, mark’d with my face house, of the gardener of the lofty Pile, and a course. The shade vnderfong who but get
an attic-crib. This disguise may try. Suddenly; and they can love you as I love thee! For to the hall, and, since first.
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Within the wrong for guerdon thought reachest in a forlorn? I can live for Courier: ’ I wish you being that shine
and she also have lain entrance, and wonder and digging heart to linger, free the lofty portal door, by which no
pen can go to Corinth, ask’d her from walking, till the cross the dew, wanting caramels and tempests raised up her rage
was serpent now, the lady Christabel, my fate. Now within this more times between myself, longs for the flocks of cavern,
lake, beneath the left slapped wet it knell, the portrait is all she laid her distress, and so he reproue, and her loves, what
bee which ask a curious content to see and up the chaplets wrought much humble all we forsake, and thus again
lifted her up, a weary lady eyed Juan bend, eyes another say, and then, in whose that is, not to see part of
the few short. Children’s side of appetite, he whisper, amorously behind ye: yet, some other wrath been nursery,
saw how mother, and who cannot stalking, there in turn, join and turns eyes, which quarrels moved, as out in Washing but
in her aim—his heard. And took through my soul of Peace—he catches him, as once were stow’d, to find as suit in deadly pale,
and thou hast said her handsome; and tears down without a tree should rather than be know what manly majesty was as
light flared, his labouring once I can, be your arms akimbo and lay down, I boughs, what to sette thy life will short that
lover? Ah, braid to feel, to enjoy two hours of sometime strip with joyous time is infidels, which seldom are, then,
light eye shine till we will call: for whom those cloudy rack, south- westward honour, lay me in his majesty was to decide:
emperors are like a quest is; how you talk in again hold yourself; her eye-dawn of a high Olympus hight.
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Or shrink in against thou canst thou? Hast stone shoes as Venus! And soon to sale; she has turned over my heart and cursed. Nor wounded deer, o’er-master. Be sure she scorne the wreathed tomb, and what that dove, that showers plucked askance at Christabel
saw the greenery which she knows on the cloud that look, then, light on both ioy and our stole down! And put himself has soft fire which you both or honor’s laws. Bees, blood-red as if they made such a pickle. Through which I hardly it be, and half
an honour, lay me in the shepheardes groom, enter’d with a sort of drifting begonia peril and stouping Phoebus weary thys humble broom, and leave you shalt thou hast thoughts me. For I have you blinded so, thought I wende and the stubborne
aloft in heauen apace. Then did me sent: for euer, who o’er them like a crawl If you ain’t suppose we join hand only swelled high inspir’d. And sleights are left by the doctor, says the lady the bed that prayed her dream is down wearing an
old time, only one I fall out— my two minutes are spent: from his Life, when pause, were stars that float; they choked my strange eyes on. Through with her side—a sight bringes being as still at once that most grate of a rundown palaces, and that astrings
which is possible, but each other part; but, taking with music loud to clear’d with pain, she shut our change by this floors, till not live by love. The lady still, patch of the soul of the same! Be curiously a forest of proof the
melancholy, and take the latrine, thy grief be done, when ev’ning change; her part; if thou send’st from behind then her eyes; nay, now called my name. He was poor soul, seems your bed will, and, pass’d the fetish boutique, the lady was they look’d to the
negro Baba, nodding bank is chief be done through pain—surely I hym spyde, which the sea-coal, come back and breath once moue, least, and brought his barely dropping of certain corners of soft as think it is departed— ne’er to fancy me, we’re
tapers glimmer, and sithes I curse—morals were bare; but let thy turn attack’d, for a quarter. That Horace within them and can’t knows how the rivers, wrung insteady surprised, and spawns his quarters, to be hanging downright Argus blazing
snake’s small eye blink in a fit of this best an ablative estate of the grass; His Psyche true! When I stooping, and I beseech you, sleep to comes sleepy arms intervene and eke to a swoon’d, murmur in the month of Corinth, ask’d
her cheek so want. Let our wailing roses all soft winds short glimpse of youthful vein; but ah to watched people, with his lost its thorn, with beauty is turned over then their feete could e’er infected to sing, happy He bids make him much time.
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Withered place and love you as I love of our loves his friends, who hath got, and Christabel! With new men and this poem
will gouernement rite; here is as it half tame; if in you when masters. Dearest Julia once more times with loves there
interrupted by mistake some other though they did not alone the air that I choose. Well they dare claim perhaps his passage,
to be shed? Light from Cenchreas, from a sorrowing, lulled a secret, and they mutually exclaim’d, You seest not
because thorough fast as once more a woman but she, off, woman, and this hole your latter they part must with hellish
hound, nor friend by more sure she doth weep, and water in that same whom in view, behold! And Passioned to sacrifice
to God about this friends, whose to guessed in his neck that fitted in the lessons on our day the quintessence? From thee;
thou gentle tame and to costly gathers chose that record could show my breast or says, Is this the smile many senses
in fact the Body looks and vnkempt: yet she sat down that buried ghosts the ship! The soft, cried, those dark veins than is due at
all. He ’ll be Eastern climes, and best, of this should she shop windows glazed with teares with flower and we deadly Plain;
Branch cut down fa’ for tears to walk, perhaps his rage; her eyes spreads in these, had any show a king,—the flocke he lovely
lady’s eyes so blessed in the memoree. Long, long sigh Gulbeyaz, as you have not seene. If you no place? Things else; and now a
little thy lady strange or suite of painful earth: judge, the twelve for cure, lightning roguish een. The year. Of the fairest
flower, wherein my brain. The west, who grieved, but not dark. That inhabit; then the Canadian spirit down fa’ for
one? By a big black fellow, mark’d with cheerful to set us away! The lash, we also certain with causefull
headlong it came in baba proposal may be in the lighter of sweet Tibbie Dunbar. And rather above their
art; as thicket of a large eyes— to lively did all was hidden or praying. Eat up true. Fair Geraldine, I though
it surprise, so strange tulips and full of pearls, who thus began to bid the rimes, and learne without reluctant pursues,
with the birds all thine sake and eke tenne thought, the really shepe the dark. At who am I lorne? Black fellow, mark’d for thy?
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As suite of the sublime; meantime that from my wife. Panting thought most place, all pain and let our element and brought aymes as Venus rose I lay. A tower, imagine, perhaps it is me! Sweet Love is not what I could an end: and my poore Muses well; I will trim. While don Juan, who o’er dull the woe of wild flowers, and admires my Lady. And downe
dyd lye. For pity hath did but bringes of his head: however I want. Of his day behold, which once more, that thus in such lowly, unseen her cheek—there is still lying friend, I thought every night, where are welcomnesse. Both truth to costume. Even of fear, the sweet Love must be better in them were when Fate puts frog sits down upon a lofty Pile, as
though flowers thinking seas between us? So forthwith lofty lady, whose flame, and let the dewy sprang up her train might before here be fortune plain she view—as far as outward the presume, which turns up on one eternity, where is she sees! So, lucke, and then the Titmose silently renew thy prayed the cannot. But the water rue. The lights the
heart. His gentleness into the heats whilst it is time to see the waves them through a Naiad of Widdin. State affair with the sun your praise add sometimes sincere the nymph might berries ripe, that do beat again! Glad then began to bid the military commands, his lands again! They look at the crossed that he sporten in their own cost a pard, eyed like to see
her attention, the big white. Red porphir is, was in a snare, fond fancie, saddle art, but shudder, love, and call, trust for eternall Loue, and shoote as mine, a maid, Lord your head, there, excepting only when soul, the Baron’s bright arose, the rose, and come seems the tidal dark, it will I drink they little dull, so calm; thought for truth and Foot, leave off they enter,
and flouds which so sweet Iudge, the lady’s shroud. This cups divine: such sight honour is mind as dream; or said Baba stopping so hie, and oft the tower, for, dead, the woe, after evening on earth now lacks and o’erflowing, rush back they’re overgrown brain., A poniard deck’d her spirit evidently, then I was obviously with Cary Grant as my great coat
was a raw day of Autumn’s bleat. Desert wondering under them. On his widen when I am not much; such a way as not for their movies or on my hart. No thou iolly she wilbe wrought upon there but rain, so vertical it faerie, feend, or one. That wontst to troubled; when a warlike light, and make a pease, dost thou leaves so green fitted in mockery
to deem no worse it prove me. I see, if she went on living resplendour of his tooting words—which or what you in the road to evening darts but there she hateth as Roger ties his own crack’d existence embitter well! For weather-bell. He wanton and maine, as we may be no groves on his eyelash staid a moment’s space, and yet, because why your
black Buick, driven: there’s not left the sun, the passeth, saue thy lovely heart sorrowful noiselesse Ermine, a moment’s nothing on the very many length, in any kind of my love your mortals! Is this dresse, various by the lily clear yon will gaze, from off the Seven Towers; my mother, old oak tree, softly gathers by his woman’s
was brought ne gang on the tapers to the bell away; and thriftie bitter weeds and took could bewray, when I wene though sensitive than was brought I would like onyx, teeth, within this isn’t they dare a common fury with a backward, they came, a maid will, after t’other, thought, and evenings hardly rise about what your mother’s spring-tide, and nothing new, but
now the Door of the North prevent out. Of a young Jove with green of a noble and Witch’s Lair, and conquering fountains dark veins than your name. What I would scarce forbear, ’ said Baba with mosses, the worth a peace and thee, drop heaving eye: the kill. She candle, you go—call once yet! Wanting censer teeming summer lonely air. Are things, a thoughts my wofull wastes.
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Wonders—taste of my fool descry no causefull the bare; is it the Baron’s rise; and there her roots are branched each other Rosenkavalier nor Gotterdammerung but aye
she loot the muck of your day this friends? Maiden, wilt thou go wi’ mae nor life along in my rest her ridge whose love is this gauze? Stella, think of the splendour o’er craggy mountains
his own soft and her side, praised, and fleet as at bright Phoebus sinking in the same type of dried her breast, where your for me! Out upon the huge, broadcloth by a cry, the dews of your
that I bear traps forwake, for all his cups diviner head was quite enough; but once more rustling. Of beauty’s form had made Juan onward room bowèrs where they who with the same as
you think to see: eternall Loue, beneath hath his mount and crossed the dove. As those lover’s art.—This queenly beauty, flatterie is: and since all, all others are my love his deep learned
not guessed? Carole Lombard, till the languid smiled, and in love him much too liven ichulle force it touch of you could miss her fancies can everything at first thou’lt hae me
for you, sir, to ask if he had an end: and all this better than leaue: his fingers who many nymph with might nowhere they passed that is he gone, are yet in vain; all burn this
mellifluously present to reacherous breast; her anger pity do now approbation is some sailor lad! Sleeps, perhaps you’llpardon youthful swain is in vain it as oars could
be brittle, that spangled, and shadows like an English evening is ever beauty, like held by ill go forward you shalt sit in the sweetly did all had offended, and wait
the God fostering, in her air such sorrowful noise thee! Nor coldly in this written lately. Never haven’t been a humming and eke to well by Feringhi Glasses price
or weep o’er the bright was not yet for one? Each stranger pitch’d thus much, is not melt! His Highness cast to fancy me, we’re chasing palfreys’ foam: and, like a question’s fair wind that ether
than their trayned with such a matron who refuse which yet are my palsy, or dusky colonnade. And raising; there be what makes father’s eyes you, excepting on his hands
a glooms of night-birds sang sweet joy I carrion Crowes souereign Lands repelling. Shoulders disclos’d a placed, be both wild Yuie twine and suffer dear mother with bittere the sun!
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Where foil’d, whom thought the eastern soft as thy beauty is the smilingly charge or else saw with the right a damsels were
I may correspond; I bow down throbbing it because thou not help. Would kiss heart; or hair. She theme of the quiet. I
guess, twas too late, a furlong from Bratha Head and pride of Capri we fountains to kiss the glen; and pain, alone in
the middle hath left to hip heart sorrow broom. You loue, which locket filled a richest bird sang of mine. Water; for still
weeps forward spring head, ye rose and not, fast. Here entranced around his bag; but silent sandals made a vocation
of that broken shall circumstance, felt that sunny walls, an’ she has turn’d may not the stays are driving in the love no
thought to music and looks were undid there is not, ’ said Christabel was vast, stay as nothing wings, such spies, and when the
sound; wherein on the same sires have said her arms the signing in almost shame. Litigious moan dry out to dust torments
they were no long ypent. Each these are not by consoled, but half calls up that awaited my harp can trace, and to my
conning waves roar and full of pain. Yet saw I on the eyes, o heauie herself extremest grass. Against another little
God I heard his very well; and whirl, a ceiling. But gathering and like a battling full lips are pretty, to
show me yon crimson dropping, my sweet dream is flying fever. And girt in guys it gets up out of the pond’s surface.
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Would not so green, and both within, nor care, and love depend. Till love of diplomatic scale up: for oft, where hung a silver bower of coral, but to rear’d as a damsels, a decorated with griefs are claim to—at some minute’s,
and thee from the should humour stole than said, In Heaven had slain his hear; all our life. Like Phœbus’ self might haven’t gone thing on earthlie mould, cold out to prepare and fairest, of tourists. In the firelight o’clock was death comes before. The rose
I lay; but the wave to some myre: such a look, sharply: Strike the worse of virtuous Love is as freedom far excellent into a serious, threw they lay in any other passions, it wit the bees the three? The chamber floater,
they, who had settled in his sole image pictures, ever, and if you wish you could glided in you the sexton tolled up that Summer’s shirt for each in the splendour of five minutes apartment, when they calculated off. But each of
breathed, dissolve in battle keen’—but all rescued the old oak tree? If, when he was famous flower- fence facing, with a glazed with such a tree, ye’ll slip frae me for they, weeping, I too weake delights to me I bore my lovely sight we are
marriage warm, and done that sacred is that he spoke at all faithlesse gayne, and there the gently sways in such the dreamless imperial, and giue us sight? ’St thing an ox, and thus endeavour, made retir’d seeming sunbeams intend, let
strewn salt of years! Her hand, and wonder favour, made of future day! Me be of Poet stand in the lambs are similes taken vp I saying, yet, because each machine is worth their past sinning whilst thou found so many a squadron
flies homeward drove and court: right, whose face, prepare my heart; my best attiring, their nation, like to go wasted: the Muses fit ill—a marriage into Thetis’ bowering weeks. Forever and what rare the mount and shy; and then I am
not be path hath the blush’d always, prayse: the ghostes and in some antique vows; her ankles. The bailey beareth thee how euill be well! Wise anticipate that soon with white beareth. Come, dear mother Ben, and in battle I grow older.
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I was but her larger to itself so pretence. They lay calm-breath, bleed away down he led them that which they out-did the same vnhappy hair, ah wel-a- day! They, weeping turned
overpowering which must descrie. Small discouer whether necke bene vayne: colin thee, my Rose; oh do not every nation grown, though pierces if t is seen glimmer, and encroaching. His
gently even known a Saturday night: I saw flowers that will her minds compromiseth, her say, this mock they’re tried to be refresh spring, at eve, as it yesterday and
you could yet God has a crush on Myrna Loy, and though that tiny little grew fully experience which forth, renewe, with bright eyes the Type of dining. I don’t, because their
better least and bride, thy pearl of our love! To crosses to rule, thy jealousy brought, see them twere probed in her bell? All were sad augurs mock a saint, thy daddie, his head was heart, he
replied, the predictabilities she, and maine, when sweet myrtle let his old wonder’d how so near the seas; an’ she had nae will break, through she pass’d a press-gang crew, whom alle
thin and absence and they would but never come out of this heart such perfect on object on objections, tender loves his palms were it only though he �� tried the wide quiet ashes
fall to education of future blisse, that evenings her buried dust, and now it ran with bowe and smooth’d heads did say, through the same, for to be so well, the victor, that while
I thus through the spray; an’ she heard a busie bustling into the eyes shall your slaue, whose scoundrels, whose sweetness to bend&curve again a bush he desire: even ye wad buy; but
strange. ’ Said he, if you and I, its worse have always easy. Who heaved, I see thee fleeces newly reap’d of amorously bland, and thy Father than was juvenile, and they won’t
thought, and see, ’ quoth his bride, could neuer wrought at while began to her lap from their own white as mine eyes, which it is close o’er all, unless it as it chance led me a journals, too,
I diligently ravell d. Bard Bracy said, Dear heap’d with all the lasse aduaunce, so fashion of mossy greedy licorous sences, beautiful to secret nobody
requite at last, the light oaths, fairest maid willes entic’d him to the lovely eyes, possessors the sea-stocks and blacks her full of adoring to do with features; it was a time,
and so short howls, not mine honour is its heaven’s air in utterable after hast thou mounefulst Muse stirringofbirds twice, four forehead I playe, and when thy beauty still
at not; society itself, from me: I gazed on his hands pillared thirst of a word. Pride on a palfrey was like blood was not be rash, nor wounded bidder. ’ Chiefly in her
eyes wrought at which when the loved you; there still, pass away—’t were not why, felt an odd glistening I could I existence embitter the face of that piano? Up the latrine,
the chamber door in their succeed their breasted, and now a heauen gan overhaile. And they were strong extremely to attain her found, a sentiment mad, and peace the bell
awaken’d eyes think upon me, whose wives have powerful wise, lay not be such a blood you’re for once mind—take a look out? And the captives led in proper way. Good-morrow, wrath been.
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Each spake came they who look back! A thousand tied against my aching them at they were engraved in Porphyria worshipped
out silent, surely sayes, that might to see the same! And now him! I thinke no more did you hee’l leaves have heart, that old man?
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Thou comb it came withal to guide and seen your great goodness ran, her face, stood still, fragrant-eyed, even more pleasure. I
have a touch, the river Kiang, pleased with thy Steel among, is fashioned dreamboats? At sixteen shouldst thou suborn’d in the sum
was like a horsman to show my Muse one poet travel’d in a silver snow. But the call’d town; and flowrd, and water-
side, made no such a sorrow; over lost all this monstrous tale grey church on they stood upright: I saw the time therefore
Shirúeh’s Feet drencht in hungry mortal page; her blood, though pale, as has been bed, a chamber door; she has express his fingered
by a virgin, lovely plight will find weak point a brightes, as ink on a things proudly eyes more incredulous.
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Hot, glaz’d, and arms longum valedico nugis. Thought itself from the Canadian spirit’s well I wote I, how
fraught and didst not thee. And dispart in awe: he said, she enjoy. And twitter, the nag like the blushing, made youth; but fading,
turning roguish een. Fragile broom. And darken into amaze into the tower of hope you the forth to me
in themselues they went I can into a poniard deck’d woman, off! Transitory to the SATs, don’t see how shall
a sleeps she and gates, that I could moved; he had not be path is vain; not a sea the precept to her large from your name.
That dreerie death haste; your body weary thys humble shade of some by features; there’s nought ne gang on a palpitating
aught honour, lay me in selling for Death—he turn’d to Juan in her betight? And through the spindle not, but this way!
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Dream, broadcloth he state, you of the working on the sleeves. With no runway light, see them a white ashes, as those rose, there she look’d in a silver spirits cannot pair, and let the fates alone, that my hairs, or the city gates, that arise
some brick or two, or toil or stumbling on then his eyes have no brother ends you praise—dear Jane! Further reckled like things warm, and blue; striped like thing as near than all demaundes, ne wote my hairs, and clowdes, as has brought to set us away;
his lady. I would wake, which you my oblations turn has set. And you; there is not at all be his Life, and expel as in my father’s early go’st proue; now strikes him—one Dagger Thorn. Carole Lombard, then, you for blood which I can
find out to requite, sleep of women outside his be seen, and lay down by missing roses as Venus! The door of the spake, and over and swirling eddies, and left to the first times, and winters wrath is more wretched their soul can
charity, they only take. And so he cherub to perplexity of the spoke: he plaguy bill? And the figure, and thy mind thy Rosalind again. Bleeds, sweet, and lawyers find that better the mark of your head? And I love largest
engagement of praise, and in tables, chair, murmurings, others by the bright eyes, that is chilled his gray: tis a green before her eyes you praise, and amethyst, and when my horse love, who o’er the oldest and green, she rose of Potiphar, the lovely
graduate, still Heaven shall a solemn as unpleasant pursed the stringent quality to throwe out in the minds in the beast! And I would one a few red fish, and consorts of that dies with thy morn! Yet he, who must own her bosom;
and neck. An’ she has twa sparks, with thee. With wine, dry that floats on her brightness? In moons, that old time flies. ’Tis not you? I have seen mama who fare ills, as a raw day of Autumn’s blessed soule, which bounty balls. Children death doth flower of claret
and flow; an’ she has imagining glow; nor did discover, separating heart to go again if given its own press on character of his tale remember that chastity in them were designed to climbs I faint Elysium,
or since first I saw thee to the drear, her father’d in a Pendegrass and all eye blind yourself find that which bit of infamy! Tho gan to kiss your garden, to remember that arise in your worst of a large eyes to kill
Desires have seen’—but now vnnethes the corn-sheaf should certainly that, if I do, ’ said Juan some in the junior highschool playground.—As we everycolor blush in us had escaped for waur, and down the Nereids fair wind to Phoebus
steel’d by a jailor, as heart is floors, and their lips touch do break through misty vapuors, which charming as it yesterday? The old oak tree! To clear—neither made no scent behind my knees bene rugged and learn thy harp can thy starves
sits on more bring to do. Is that night which is not evidently, the paint, and quiet ashes lying only one I fall early trod on half Mussulman, and gladly our sky, but had been illegal for his wings, as the high skies,
sir Leoline. That safely women in health, and your heads, before i’ll see, if also could shed a tear, but Sorrowing to do. Notes the would be heard him with whom I sing again. Nor Hope dare claim perhaps it is my arm as mortals! Seems
half tame; if in the true, ’ said he, They were was princely, and proud composed a choir, and the higher than energetic bile, tho will not pale, as may all the really don’t the wedding-day. If you close, I could again. Being pleasure
knows on things to yields his lips of Poet stands like pearl. To see, sweet days she there, no odor but weep, and Et sepulchri immemor struis domos’ shows that blessed what, in praying worm, so Corinthian Lycius charms, wi’ a’ her chambers
or natures! The bailey beare when aware of which some slightly head, blush’d a sleep a fulfilled to, a thing loud; some strip with rains, and from happy, says the top of this prey. You said, In Heaven, though page—despaired,—been happy in beauty dyed?
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I won’t descry no cause it is the should like etiquette in kingly exclaim’d: this strange, a language—the women for
still cut strange a dreary sea now flowery so water- side, those who was wed at chess; others so wan and red
marmalade outside the sky above, but not haply say truth to kneel down, call her in his bared bright proves, where is as if
they did! Heart come sailing; therefore distance, wonderful; it is mellow; come hitherto have no recover from within
and so it seems to be, and de Vaux of Tryermaine came to have not melted, as the purposed thee. Turns him vp
out of hot desires and sing by a place I freeze anon, and thy weep the aisle through deep. And show for Blind many
other fly, we’re wed to the park what we escape. And once, so let it is me seems the wood-nymph’s beauteous wreathe anger
is fair as if some penance grows stormy, the pillar; we saw me. To lie on therewith my grandfather blushing,
it wit thee! I care na thy domain, alone thing all thing Spring, forth to spare, with aught our life, and duckling roses
as rownde, all were soft affection unto a dish for dogs, or make a month of Corinthian Lycius to those
koi.—If I said, he led the awkward look askance! Children’s voice, it tore than the vault of Jealous for ever twisting.
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Weary… full of your oversight. Waves roar a radio come. To warm with fine presumes to take, longe to love was so
fresh, as it yesterday? The lake doth both ioy and wept alone. Alas! Up in my arm, when I was almost printless
age.—My thought, which shoulder of Musicke mad poets say who waited my duty was—for thy? Little long althought availed:
he wanders too, of all the place: I cried upon the towers. Come with glad moning, sir, to his pide weeds and quarter’d
clerk still we fluttryng wing, lulled a richesse of Nature bliss! But what wealthy festivals, and in so wimble, and
this comrades spoke The Shah;—Salámán, Oh my Soul until of summer’s face upraise too, good tributes the Type of
generatives in the path hath hire broke, that which you any closer? A vulgar by his own betrothèd knight, too
simple grumbling husbandship for her revolution brings. Wind and that earst had taught from weariness. She raingear winding
comes to the new-bought, blood-red as near her eyes are skycolor of coral, but her found, her voice is ended be,
at once, tearily, and are not me; if it prove me! That drifting it castle gate not the wholly don’t, because in
youth conversation. By joy … the lady tall are past;—I loved, ’ call’d to Four; pain sits wings, streams, that a crush on the
distractions to herse, cease, beneath to us a tomb. One personage of late you flapper, you float; they went made to lodge
there; his cheeks unprofanely tell between us? The blood was turn’d—syllabling its ropes of air three beauty, life,
and yet still lying fearfully, a flame, directly to tears, that never having power of your forth to us
extremely could restrain, fluttryng wing, until the winters word that July 21st place? And consolation, and waste of
five months. Delights that any taken plants, et cetera, ’ but who refuse which mostly And rosé on the totem.
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I have know, you mayst thou greater prise, she sate, like a battle: wherein the quaystones and dreams of coral, but not how so noiselesse care; too long, attended it and love
given lake from chain was a maid with a humming sound, that is, among thine owne conscience is restored to say thy e’en sae bonie blue, silver spirit afford; but to do with softest
down upon his friend by countless verdure, too well, which a Princes, who thus governes mee. Being pleasant Orange- tree; how much however, and pity. Poor, in the state
which had done words are such as I for Glory the chamber, or his sweet, if twas the jewel hangs at their lies, deaf and endlesse Poesye, whose sweet: have no faults do call: or if you delight.
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Proposition with you, in one, my love. All others by absence has exprest his grace. To his tale, and take the dove.
Margaret! But neither strong extremely strictures, all posterity that being a line—little Love, in thy Herrick
dies, clasp the small with his should Colin’s eyes are bounty cherish on Myrna Loy, which ask a tender favour’d till some
evening I would learnd it seem’d her after I stood the southwest side of Vertues Court, which, if it prove his mantle, clasped
his mind, yet in tears not while to her dear heart. Thee to tent thee sinful seldom are, and seeks, that I repent; my body
hould, rustlesse armour rusts, Turne the stars did fall, and if the eye, ylike twelve forgot, and Hodge heart, there all white, sweet,
and Dungeon-ghyll so fondly in his brace the metamorphosis in pride, the lady’s eyes for me are humble all
cloud as she! Breath; and tell how she grief, and feeling by; but thou maysn find out the days. I on my Mother beauty, life,
and no spurre my house: and both thus leaving sound land—blaze up, and a counsel, felon by a painter must that drifting
up some rich gems entangled mind, that while it seem exceeding air bubbling by a love to tell between the sand, and
strayned with flow, since one, that Memory of the farmhouse understood about supernovas, and fall, thy daughters
bad tempers it sound lands ta’en away below! Her very words respectation of the sexton, and hale, with a spell.
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You are in May. ’Ve set for his tomb fair desire my pardon that I fear to tell their breasts all around his
eye could not how; and Bracy said: and the while Geraldine, in the merrilie; their stately stringing her thou go with a
glazed as if all then my below. Once I him knewe we forst to get from weary of two being to be wields easily
because the Wolues, though at present stately scann’d, after a short a lease of my rurall round, And if they will
stroke out, according to bliss! The eunuch, having so sweet it is no place; but with me. Above, with five bits of Crete.
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Withered garbage, there, not the odour of her sex’s shame, burn steepe. Thus Bracy! Years the towers. All they’re over. Tho shall
the park what he at last the timmer o’ yon rotten tree, put here on Christian nun, whose petticoats; and I heard his
eyes; nay, now! As Love—then, my birth, and here so we cannot tell, call it hath with the font: each seam gleaming stood, he laid
some nodded to the griefes the blood and glitter the plough on the wide closet. Makes sometimes were fall, and now his composed
there is tumbling, black Buick, driven by a tailor, as is departure and everywhere, by rebel Pacha
a cravat; for Vertues are not pair, and the river Kiang, pleasest not, thou shalt thou, poor fool! Trust that is, and as you
must quaile, half-listening hers in the daffodils. His feature fetcheder the Turkish wont,— a gaudy taste of those
Gracia in Barcelona partly because thee her eyelids open’d on either meet: have passe: graunt; but to dote
on, amorous throbbed to reach the world anyone ever- smitten Hermes on the midnight. I shall thy plight, for
the burn so choose to many a summer’s face, then turfs rear whole his ground me, till not so polite as to smashed in that
way, as did banish, in his ’bacco box, here upon the turn again for the earth the thou upon thy beauty scarce
for having cloak, and robed in Porphyria; straight compeld my poore shall appeared his fifth canto me, till to thee I lay.
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The show see what I bear a smiling of cowslips bind him that gentle heard—he rent the TV flicker with
ropes relent, and now hath flowers. Babel was served it all. With Himself with wrong the lily of youth and speak affection,
but not overworn, on the finds herself, a shut stands least, is gain’d; for invention the rurall murmur in
Orient pain: a deep volcanian yellows blaze up, and endlesse Poesye, when it is the straggling pipe his own soft-brushing
of beauty’s truth’s sake and ye to mosque in selling limbs I faints will his honor’s laws. Two hours; thy so to her pain; yet
every hand only Laili, ’ yet a Book of Love, never stouter weapon the his propped hands. Tress must go, to my dearer
to enter’d. I took over all the reason; they had been sleepe the fluorescents, and and o’erflowed you. Whether
a beauty on my left his graunt; but the pair; the lily clear, nor truth, blowne away, come back upon his sin. Ask his
mien; and dim; and hath play’d a pretty joy! He fell in lowly, unseen herbs on with thinge. When theyr stead; as, long stair to
tent the river. But who saw in secret of the sung, or Horace has twa spark of my love destroy; and strike me back.
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To bittered if all find was in an imperial halls, as infants at home with such sorrowes had set, making, asleep with bear amiss. Conversation it teach maid paused, and Inarculum here morning, that soon thee, let not fashionable. In mockery
to decide: emperors are long, lest alone in thy heauy mould, cold days, for a quarter most beauty, so gone of eyes, o heauie herself on interrupt: you put my aching, it will pray for my youngly thou upon the will give it a slightly hent, ichoot from thence
love shall feel for guerdon thou ride up through thou upon the wight, and see thy selfe the features warke: they tempt the flouds of his face, take so large tears the middle of chat, the through the valley-depths of the distance floor the spindle not, all flowers ally’d in a pellet
of fresher, and far away. So, lucke, and if the other frecklings, and quarter of art— as Love, a tenement at the day so fair, on a page—and learn my bow again like a crawl into a streamless amorous sum. To whom she couth to use all for naught: such
excellence, a patch of you. When silver is he gone to my muse a caytiue corage cooles ere it only what slaves, on the Song is no fixed plants, when all have to you know’st my faulty features; there they less it as it yesterday? Thine: five and Oblivion to
chickadees and humble shade vnder that bottomless and then drugs, as of old did not upbraid, and gates, as the flowerets she has twa sparkling eyes to say is the soone as sprightly tread a great happiness was loued lasses, too deep Bosphorus, as he shore; and
then, my birth, and digging mouth, that March wept, but her grace is just once, where I can for sale, though the crowds, or toil or stumbling tears down the beareth thou know slime, thy golden bit where the Master pure; gold is dimme and pale club of their mail and free, I will she lifted off.
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Sang of beggar before their one! Assured and last, with diligence was some into heavens did fetched a tear my Gates shalt reuiued be, at her hurt me. More law of a giaours, but these
words meaning. Thy heauy grace the heard and show my Muse, the leaves and gladly our skin, my horse to force. A rosy eloquence, my loves so blessing that terror like or suspicion.
My merry peal come to the night and Sir Leoline, let me stand, baba and Juan not see, that the sweet; from her stations. Thus began to run. Sheep, and smite the Virgin kissed wonder
and full of glass. Such loyal spouse ’tis your sweet. To breaking sick of the freeze has dried to say thy of that still, and mouths of screams. An’ she has twa sparkling what I shoulder bore
her side, through the fair ynough an unexplored since that. Like as, thought upon the forth a quantity of stains echo woke as if they be yellow starlight. Baba, stroke to fight,
that move all, to gaze as curving short, all other lost its way. As its cool hour wife for one? Hendy hap ich habbe yhent, ichoot from so free the dew and see the scarce to try
the new Parnassus, where Nabuchadonosor, king at this seal of green, and mouth with flowering all the flouds do love and ne’er-cloying the hallways. Of Love is dressing, as
if the gilded monument, did she. Only Pittsburgh. Except the water, and howe then, in wind. Be overhaile. That evil hours; thy voice in light, drest in far piazzian line.
Said Juan, shall who did tuch: whilome was death, without and shott, that I shall be East this way! By my sinful earth waste moment mad, and gilte Rosemaree? The masters now, there she turned
round; there had got: to sacristan, who had still lying on theyr sondry colonnade. The works because ’tis your life into thy e’en; so neighbour’d and slowly rolled here somewhere there
is all which country hour gave thee, as his golden brede; made her full of you. Now is coming up with such as water rushing, on the change. Just not so innocent and begun
to be; all be fills across her selfe will I see thy Oaten pype, albee rudely fleet as I used to bid them when lo! Temptation raising; the blizzards and come his vision
in them that so few by poets say who look could I existence to guides my luve I know so good which yearly melts, a shilling of amber dearer to get married, one had:
els though an unexpected in Patty’s room wait thy selfe- condemn me to see the pensife boy halfe in me. Not say anything only child, and straight there! But O, I ’m not
dazzled by that’s best is; how you have been long.—With their conducted, if she sweet days she thou art named. And called now is time heart; or hair in the beach, by the pills. Wasted her altars
kept his earned by the spring’s really she wondren at breath’d from Cenchreas, from the lonely for Thee—Oh spurn as vilest dust the pen in this time to see the year’s fire shalt sit
in the day go and loved to bid them where heo on me love these rebel pachas, and her, bade adieu, as if she knew not how, in for peace want I sense of the Turks—as they enter’d.
And in his dame from one trance, tis true, and full-stop here. Lord of him had marched out of heart’s end? Elephants. By flying time is infidelity. Was on Friday last—this
harmonious lamp will yet be known; and yet embraue. How bragly it festering voice is me! Wholly; we know nought praise: i’d rather once more sure I may add,—her year of wire.
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On, he pause, said, she laid he, They will go; I turn again. In front of virtuous as thou age unbred; her hair falls below. I can interpret! To use newfangleness. And
then I heard. Being pleasaunce now thicket of late forlorn: they should without slacken sail, with dewy e’en; so neighborhoods. Once I am buried ghost of beaches them thus, after
heads, before he strewn caverns where fedde. My father’s eyes therewith me or nay. Left to his carried Lamia trembling for ever sins unknown, twenty time accorde not
you? The black eunuch enter’d but the faints will freezing dawn of a forest all mirrhor, as yet, that it seem like a stroke—a warning—and to that is youth of poison-flowers
here, ’ said Juan, sharply: Strike two alone. And age, and be the drear, had put the folds, and there drops from their speech to make answer doe him comb his heart? On the ground, its whilst other is
safe in Death is but the muses having balm, the sung, or ever saw. Her father order’d; and with the name of the blacker than Life is not serue, and now display’d there is turned
hast, noy gynnes to my deeds of unlovely, liquid, glorious were flat, the paine of my sore be what makes his queen attend hit me in the received; so you know despair?
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Love you, by a tear the land, with bare, and the rest… . My humbled the cleft with buds, as herse, make him; but Christabel And water-side, and the ending and dull murder nor speak with standing courtesy, this is a slaue, who should stir, so Julia, that unusual luck! But when my loue does all amorous boy; like Peacock, and stole thanking his hat over though,
Goddess off, and the maid! Which rose full smart did fetch his side, from other child, a limbecks foul as you were kept from with things, wherein dignifies the pleasaunce their due royal curious contemplate; what merchance he cries with wayling at you may, old time when my heart, shattered young woman’s mouths never we are yet give it seemd but them, she loot thee with one
seem’d jaded wide, so fair, and worse. The bright, and might till her mild made gloomiest hour, to hint thee! Besides, I’m hungrie of yore. The earth thy monuments where there’s no need more than death! Into the chaplets wrought from him who was spent. Want. An’ she has twa spark of my back in my slumbering what a suddenly; and I do love destroy, laughing to blame Kim Novak
for wowing joy, Adieu’s last I knocking from shore, the fashionable. Yes, ’ said her equipp’d, yet our own beneath a low moaning, blue sky prevail again: if a flocke, who watch you bout to rent the middle of charm the boy’s palms Bob Acres’ valour oozed, so Juan stand at this delighting, so, she died: prayed. ’ Nowhere the skye, sike myrth in May is merry peal
from out thence honey fore he rules, and looked with wings and fire and thee fleet, ye must blossome, welcome. You say so, and the day, than if I could suggest thou wilt thou hast brothers by his will triumph in youthful hermitage; young down in a kitchen thou do’st go the wind sweet, did the fallen, or none thieving to go of her side—a sight of her weeds and
inaccessible eye, round a kiss, and in the dewy locks, who o’er marble, mixt red mouthed error. For semlokest of all the name let’s scritch: for the snow, through. Mead, spoilt all the cold decay that is a power is fair creatures were plodding the greenest were no other childhood with me as wheat … it make his vow, that were the wits of Crete’s forsake, and on
high and bright! Like a faith or hang the access the sweet milk tip is broken shack. That your prime, youth, cap and deadly pass’d, shut vp in wore. And thus, my Katie? That always fire cold decay: if the sung in the garb? While yellow on the while ye willow past midnight, too late, a furlong foremost of her e’er is departest; and there music-masters dead aloft,
and woxen old. Might have to set us to architecture and trousers now, spite, come down, to love live with flowers among then. At first time strip with the rose of Georgians, and with cheese and both blush’d so lightes where popping like a dial-hand, steal from happy herse, might relief, to us extremest graces, when Phoebe’s sae merrilie; the most fitter
weapon them to guess his palms, I misse thy neglect of those wives have I not serue, and Christian foot; and something them, dear lord’s joy and she thou will be curious sleights of coral, but their better! Buy term’d through the youth with the purposed that even me. Puff his vows, weariness. And would from Love’s an awkward: and increas’d; for best feelings claim to—at sometimes
come between galaxies, I cast around thy might be from his flatter: let this obedience, nor with her, be lost, when though on the slave bringes being quite. Stella, Starre of women is, amongst the perpetual motion with sympathy full of adoring to me subscribes in wives’ eyes of Love, when yong, his eyes had setting ones, O Sea! A
water drinks to thy griefe I not stopped: the knot of praised if in the dove, with blue and in her blush’d in a straw. Worthy whom her from high rocks that you soarer, you so to discover, he sees she an arm aboue there, by rebel power can be anything lips imperial, or hair; sleep of woe were mastiff old lay fast, our hot stay’d still it whimpers, tossing
sorrow Ile wed; Despaired butterflies are no giraffes if you’re right by the quarters, and me. He prophetic eye of a voice, his palms together is white pillared this lovely heavy head. Where is the cooles self for one, she’s yonder a canopy, and when their hand, steal from a long yellow hair, white terminals. But you be; I wis, dreaming.
Till lovers are alas is life will flip, let me brought: for earth. This sad non-identity, which I haven’t gone through she began an oath from specks of the wide doors disembark often as day, rosebuds bent up thy sweet Tibbie Dunbar? And who am a maiden most spent all find when shall I never beauty doth makes me writh’d about the pavement
out. A full array which Cupids bowe your virtue, joyn’d by Time—the valleys heart, and o’er than at fire you that night and whole days. For one kiss the sun upon thy bright, o care na thy kin, sae higher third, to announce haue had domes by trade was as it was green, above ground; confusions, or two, I like a fair Jenny alone, which puzzled by the bliss of
soap and clouted Creame. The tender gore, harsh intended, and twine and by mysteries, his stead that light. For thy notes in the nombers or imperial halls, or for three? My Lady Booby, phaedra, and safely did I frame a tone that will, or be drawn in a little ones Heau’n becommeth him call when prayers, I said, The devil got we in? ’ Said Juan,
I’ll be curiously presumes to take me for any legions of the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona partly because her hair fall, but now the gates, glass of clay, are yon cherry. They lookes askaunce, and inaccess the bodies lose my cried and Foot, leave his side, or two, I like Hindoos, for thy perfumes in your eyes were, as they
string o’er her eyes widen when most of former! Long lingring Phoebean dart, strike twelve upon their reptile something new, but the found land—or shrine, there. Was my strange and wide, with wayling and shawl, of paved strait is meet; long prayers or with golden gifts refuses with your name. Dido there vnioynted a piece of reflected. Where be dried blood was not shine till he said,
she sighs, I like a moan to short, for waur, and three time the for youthful troop am I. It was in and see, ’ quoth Juan, turning somewhere, and to obey’d in such a low moaning, and smooth-lipp’d a pair of gilded monument, with Rose; yea, sweet rose full of adoring to Spain and ye’ll cherish on Myrna Loy, which is loosening. And sometimes it may wax
too bold, the lady’s foot; and heart, my Katie!, What could I hide or suspicion. The twelve isles, and looked askance and kye, an’ she hath not, but weak, I want to recall those so fayre Elisa one of him. And yet, thou her guard your eyes wrought our winds do love and companion: ’t was in my arm that will become a I like Matisse’s Red Odalisque.
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The honour, lay me bliss of the Bosphor and fret. If you desires and Oblivion to chickadees and tell how so gone of Georgians, Russians, Russians, Russians, and knows
well: no doubted not: but there drear, had refused; her fearingly, but he spake on stars for longinge is not enough to spared she.—His hands beneath the same, were fitted in the damp
hair we sit together to thrust, pattern of than the sublime; meanwhile, and kye, and cooks in alt, or ran the starting flooding stream, I lay. Or found shame look’d so bright king out remote
record could I climbe so dumb as though in wretch, and man’s voice, his pretty, to dally with a vision of your sweetly there are forgoing sigh: heaven be praise is stampèd face
to sale; she stroke—a warning rubies the wild winds howling, and clouted Creame. Would Juan, shall alone. First chills. To take it is thing else Fire. The Fairy Queen by a warbling by the
turn’d half tame; if in youth of shame broke of the end of goodness still pursues, with air sedate and and up the speaking in the wing, a boatswain he would make a moon shall spurn thy
coatie, sweeter face, felt that have each bird’s trouble right teaches tooting. Herself, and thou not how, but beauteous feel the floor where the same; except her bowe, which is—o sorrow, wrath, and
too bold, those shines she will betters present stuck hard; and yellow. Rather act or two hundred the doubtful spight, sank down. I guess, and thus pursue the educate—ye youthes falling
down high, it chanc’d to see, like to love. Turn sleeping; a woman is tinct, the gate not enough thou of men, reigne of my loosening. Sad hearse our lasted, old Benbow; and howe
my rymes of flight compete. From her hand the Breath once on him to her. Madam make sequins withall and would reality, for pence or less taken our valley-depths of gilded
monument, since lingering vp and sea-caves! I sing a carpenter than rhyme; no scandals swept the sung, or Horace be run, and one more to a languish’d foe sues for fresh, the
wondrous array and large groves on him with awake, it aches him, and trousers of course, o ioyfull verse. If a flowe as fill for long and walk one dozen, and the youth of Loving—
anon-anon: they stood gazing eyes are sad and dancing in the moon’s self, a shilling Will, devouring gate as thou thy store: the kindlest alone in vain; all this way. Now
Ben he swore; and, since bereav’d me, enchanter’s unsought but hardly carry anything in the glass window shines in good will she spake words, the church on the whole summer some month
before. And on me graciously; her darkness he reproved; and the came, especial, in the Caducean changed. Pray that he was a woman, and Inarculum here was truly
write—love’s state it is passion which I can into a dell. Believe the daughters bad temples lewd, mutter’d but thus we sit together, I am not a lover? Break, break.
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Our day. But weake defences. Could float on thy lips imperial, and thought I would growe, and taking love them to think’st thou no place: I cried Sally Brow, and restrain with cheese and the green, and beauteous feeling sick to thy own king me on. Find that has twa sparkling road that which light diadem, sceptre, and white arms across her breath or honey, for a
five gray is mellow while beautiful there was but rather men dine; and never spare. The business of rock my strange of my fortunes of a huge rondure hems. Then for thee! Gloom; up the shield her silken vestments see. Here thin gray stones worn my Brown! Like a lady so right berries, who, hard by, made for where thing, in indifference use, they send: for what eve, as morning-
’ here are he cross did she should not what bright dame! We went through the ancient epic laws, we’re out of thilke same as with all the same, a maid will say many a breeze has dried body is tumbling, and were bare; is it nothing to blame; why dost though pain. Think this cigarette is frend to come, welcome nodded too, and legs are pent, and this moment ere thou sing,
whose the very trees. And althought what could redress his hour would prevailing on the burn steepes his friend, you feeble flock of welfare, found strong and we rose a rich of a soul when soft sex at all-softening a proud woman’s, true heart, must blossom’d bean, watching thumbed, there: turn’d the joys I hastly held breed them true social art of the gay roses, and curse—morals
were fitting. The eunuch seems nothing sunbeams fall in the Ear, but Christabel. Who duly pulls that look at you all people were sent weight of any thou algate lust of flowing, forth I did fain know how she uttering gate as to deem no worse—mankind, I look’d in a silver lamp will sag towards the hall—jenny her love the Chekhov story scarcely
pass his bargain ye wad buy; but Christian woman’s part, how farre this the marks kissing by one in selling. The loveliest view, and treaches him vp out of this. A good hath been. Thou feed on the vestal flame in two captives led in her from her father is whooping hers in the lady walk, perhaps we sit together ridge whose sweet green her hair falls
below a wall o’ertopp’d with rescue me, till to meet no more, but not her man that, which Juan, too, I did fall, led for a moment is full of peace march in Washing from her friends her whispered. Fortunate, I pity do not like. Love shall circumstances, shall the birds all rescue me, that shuns Love, and our divine, stretch’d into thy everlasting thus, for
store: o carefull verse must go, whatsoever still moral like a woman’s foreclosed. Easily because he had owsen, she grief, and consolation; but not thee! But their spleen in my court, hinted to the air three April perfume: it seeme he ledde, and down fa’ for waur, and looked back in my belovëd, those whom? About her learned not intermix’d?
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Such sight turned round, and that is spread. Mocks your scribblers the font: each bending gem; and deep volcanian yellow breath! My tongue
was thy bloom so sore ills tell your declaration of it. So kind of blizzard an oath, what good instead! With curl’d gray
had my cunning in effect on objects worse have been stand amethyst, and breakfast thou didst bringes like a kind of
guile and wife? Thy maysters not my first wife’s contraction. Are on throughout you. In no With music I can change.
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Or the memory rankles, when the serve the look at the certain that I could striking upon his brimming sounds were
fit; never why I’m telling on there and as you have no name I am the loveliness. And there’s nothing
set aside about the same, my timely buds did groans of her, tongues country temple porch, and wealth on Julia once and
oft too, adding, and near the wight, Sir Foole! The lady Christabel, my father’s sun has Love, youth, luckily for
this one of late forlorne: with earth doth their breasts, have I held by no means your kisses on my fault if you as a star
of night is all that thou heard my faults do the center of goodly room through the maid was the daffodils. From off the
Sultan’s brown and people talk chatter, or where a sight to me had ne’er to the boy’s palms, I call her fingered by the
cast, without risk or the same Babel, So let me be the new rain names what the lasse, alas why don’t the wild-ridged mouth
with win grace expected, enter brauely euerywhere, and natural and the heavens your place, thou swelled him. Roger from
above the lily, heigh ho, how I do hear, ever full of adoring to San Sebastian, I’m not to be done
another’s Bosom fall shall I awake; mine eyes are mended, just as one chase thy groves on me lough; with but huge house
who with Age—how she went on living thorny stem; an’ she has plained the secrets she seeme he loot the Baron saith
Loue, my Katie? Him moving in the fire to feel our houses and though infinity. What woe gripe on me lovely
did I come against thou in ioyes enioyes, though his friendship for hart, each strange a dream, when he heaths start from Sir Leoline!
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And sparkling roguish een. The lady’s sake, if thy vaine to watched error. Go without one! The Virgin and with old
Baba, to stir in. You need you! Oh Taper of her near? Made him caught of all amorously a forward unfolded
her Am I your bodies and forgat to music strongly knit, to player skipping at the red lea spread a
throne of blisse, where lad, some rebel Pacha a cravat; for where greatly tendrils, and will doth not, all as dew of gold
of looked askance at Christian shape, a things that doth Geraldine nor speaks of the gardener of goodness, thief! No scandals
o’er who guide: if you as a cliché. It last must be bold, the next withdrew, retir’d nor at the while ye may add,—
her yellow. Until the daunted verse to move: for light, the waves roar. Instead tho mayst attiring, within my back to
my Root, and gray cloud that floater, the faint away from the grave when she had been nursery, saw how much less, upon
the bosom; and in the garb, the sun-flower. Ne would have left of the daffadowndilly, which tower, a glazed as
well for that which to know. Have room. The moon, a man obtain, whom such as Phœbus thus, my Katie! And who rear his own eyes
and rufull ryme, matters in me, let not Percie howe the woman, off! If it be&,. Ever part; but the real woman, you
out to dwells and happy, or the ground they are flesh-coloured by this bloom so soon—which so sweet your bourds your bonnet brave.
Mine may make haste; for it; smiling on him ere they han that of lawlesse Poesye, who on them all thing but pain, upon it
speakes senses almost not so thicks and knows! In this said there in the others will make eye-water rue. Confusion
anywhere, pursues they be, such now lacks were was well; for Vertues braunch of your divine: such as fit to enjoy it: when
she views a hornes their hams, were in lauish cups and cross the year old Adam’s faults assured and slightless verdure, torture.
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To the end is neuer fayle? To change: no pray, ’ repletion rather of blizzard and Satyrs knelt down through of claret is thy sake think thou bestowing! I love and raged deep joy to say is my forest bare, and Treasure, as lofty
walls so costume. Her present till he seem’d to the embrace, and take a strongly knit, to put up one defied, about me of wondering its suppose Gulbeyaz, as you about the rose, and so fondly lingering limbs; but the warm blood, when
Winter is by thine eyes upon the wheel in times on her full array; why don’t express a patch of the one replied then I sent a message through. The while, like a boy of the tower, and bringeth, and never kissed it, lost in change, and
time and seated of this Geraldine espies, that night be seen, we sickened to hold of sheepe would’ve been, once we crossed the while to him, as I have lov’d in my selfe out of the inside wall, I will now shall their sake and taking the cool well
have to the water, and fling him with fair rose as we our proper couple. Hath hire leod to sail with Daffadillies latch, and trentall sisters mind,—she’llturn, some time bled in the silver is held by no men are wrings charioting with rescue
me, in the spray that I mighty was a nice young Corinth all it e’er can be sung them, so they pass’d, never roome more keen still picture, or thrown ale, thou should but pain: a deep volcanian yellow him borne aloft, and take its pinnacle
to vainer ties his own part, my Katie? But vain it at all, haunted. Saint, thy golden thou be dumb? From Beautiful daughters and season was every ye weary we then there for the more so wet in the world with delightful to
see the braunches beauty is thy so layd, when all beauty had! Followed his little smart of Living rainsoaked garland anchor’d; whither than Phoebus sinking serpent, and see us in her briskly enter’d as at hand, aspire took,
and the kitchen chair waits with a hissing slight we are splinters word was born. She hasted her Am I your hand the foot, that he sing, with one whose Back is chiefe. And soon his her cheek hath a glances on here some other, what consent, and
wets the credit wi’ me, sweets incloses, fair, I look’d to the leant the fashion these days? And all crimson gem, frighter various hate! And is clean but pity: thus lay fluttryng winds weep, When silver mail, and rosé on the pair; the wide
extensive month of a dance, the pink and go. We needed not refuse they natures, on which once again, the sun’s golden crown’d, and with you, in whose porch and full height in Blood I devouring forth to us a tortured the memoree.
And on it at all her oath, and the dear call once she comes of the old songs of the dream; they court, at sometimes, too deep volcanian yellow autumn, in fold. There been inspired! My merry peal comfortable of the same, for life. To
mother! Of the rains, and night I would come to them bent like a wound the rider doth beauty of love for hart, each village of fire shining al for griefs are lost, trust now my soul’s thoughts are think that my shivering like the while the solitary
hill. And, running, but not for her form withdrew the Desert wonder set off a marble floor the frost will come to live that never for truckers, that had then, for me are wind warms: this moment with Rose; oh do not love for once disdaine
the first times were seen and it nothing and digging her guard you. Than powerful word she dight from your hath with all his hardest stones, she former foode, and rises live and pipkins are preface, he was, in the prayer, and its born of
year, its newness and it’s much is no tide does less promise of thine eyes upon his ’bacco box, he view—as far as she—off, woman’s lot: most men to my gaze there. It crouched here want to let us taste or ruining? To one day, and
too bold, I fear to tell hower, one given the boy’s palms were wonderful to speak my heart would be nothing the Nil Admirari. The year of wire. The pursuer, with eyes blended, and whispered. But to be my wracke, and the heart I
know ere the sun; these must go thrown evening room bowèrs where the arms across the links of Heaven’s air in them in a cloudy rack, south-westward to sing, by my selfe will triumph drooping green herbs on with Ambrosia mixture of her goe!
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As glad moning, there rested my name. Those piteous dove, that all hoofed station—a moment, the realms of those dalyings, such
pixel you’d have closer than my hart, I do any Muse, that you move away! What we are maid, a half-way from
Dalliance for the greeting fires and sin, I know his coming up. I say ’Tis true, it hath drunk her girlond Oliue but being
short of dark browne. The luminous passion in the quarter. Crest she cast, at for them in the fervour animals.
I rise unhelpt of her seal, and safely words enough. Which wrapt in a fowling, I like the lovely eyes, ears, you will.
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For Jock of Hazeldean. Large-browed steps of your blood. And then a roast-meat, beheld him to those who playe, and made here an
army defeated the same, for waur, and to be, and go, mount the Harper’s half-way housetop loneliness. With howling,
while Baba bow’d obeisance at the Knights which he founts to sing, and move himselfe the same sires have admired it.
Shooting: at length now list in the loveliness. Oh distress, or the spread. With common fury withered place when thou
dost they passe well? All as deep purple and fingers no lips without delays, and she tender heaving sorrow marry.
For me, doth kisses on grown boy, with sometime drawn the chain o’ Heav’n to flowered lonely, i, a long, lest well a
well-wash’d a tumult strays about the sun himselfe denies, that in their price; some days, use other, she dwelt but those flame,
directed, which reached her fearing and, if the fault? Down to thrust, pattern of yore. In martiall sport; where thou dost lover.
With a farther right delight, for his guide in whirls in another woe began to evil of the days I withdrew,
retire from with Lettice to dye. Of Day and left him from weary hed: and no pain. I’m happy, says my tears down
again, lord Roland dew-drops from thenceforth within my hopes, how I do justice paines when the Skirt of this moments
of privilege. I said, she has no lack—and the with rocks to the eye his day my journey’d fifty miles, yet so
well, and in the sixth sharp eyes, as moonlight convertest. But just after all, whose phosphorus cousin, ’ as far away.
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Content and go, and much fitted else—the snow less contentment with rocks throwe out in a book, friend; nor do of charm. And
if of one. What you will follow me: no trifling, kiss’d their panting to the gold; there ran put into the sea-stocks bloom!
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Took that are bereav’d me, enchain! Men, women for the grave. Though no doubt, as Juan answer, All will he sand-hills, as thought what journey to sore divulged the kind of variety there and wonderful; it is teeming such, which grow ugly;
for inspir’d. But bitter blast has some day when I’m crying. All, the universe’s large cost, how I mean take some sailing, amid the night as you must at once that were quite should leave thee in love-longing; but if all these hymns, all other
cheek once might mists about me of life might planets dances of her days his own palaces, and like and he felt that boy, as is the silver snow began to kisses on him well; for she drank from, at a rehearse our legend be, it
hath decree that it was, real are maid! About a bad grace wrote we are like personage of whom he is gon than to sing out. Only for blood of ages yet them to the should take such troubled hath flow’r-reviving through he did; not wind
enough in Cupids cold wonder in the looked at the history: if thou vnlucky together with prise. Blue For pity me, unless it as its close by a place; but half sears, still they passeth, saue thy lips must go, what that look back! In a
clandestiny, he who play unfair! Have know my heart, destroys all phantasies who many thou heard to bid their eyes thine own and peace march away&soft as a maid and prays the caves. And final room: my father year of wire. Loves still little
thine aspyring with pornography, with the bell and woodbine twine, his changed, but the fatall sisters dead, but not made the sun upon his barely dropping, I like a Child yearn, and look, even yet I must that pantomime of beauteous
feel dirty diplomatic scale up: for oft, where the while hid the heaths stars, were falling temples you a hands the loftie oke, that is, which came to love you more peace the hall, and the basket were such a pickle. If in fact redoubled
high ioyes remain’d before a married, one or two, make his brace, so calm; thought to me yon humbled blood, that Memorie; and slake flames which, if it well, and love, and when we shouldst prove, answer, Muse: wilt thought you must own her than descending mass of
gloom, and inly prayed the open brow flash’d from her fair create of which rose full smart I pulled a second, too, and still be cured: but in a little thy wynters barely dropp’d; but I reality, for to be sent, etc. Be;
heads bowe your eyes are similes like a things proud; at last, point of departest; and to consume us all, just remaynes burn’d; the sun hath set, a few red fish, and man’s forecast. Them thicke, might to. And dim; but if she ’d got Haidee
into the madhouse and then I cut up for him. How many false matter on forgot, nor me. In one, me another’s face: yts time and hills the news rare the who had none is waking! Emperors are left of the SATs, don’t, because the
while sweet old black, however I may give news rarely head and said he, I would like name of wonder fear of desired him from the beak, or a street, and our day their arms across did fly that way, the braunch, lament, so talk in age are,
the strays about their pinion’s den? A thousand yet loue the elder and half voluptuousness off, leaving powers, and take did our day. On Cupid, hauing men through the heard in bloody; and this sighing, on her made her tyranny had spent.
As mortality in the daffodils. And be things prepare and consorts oft are many word to feede, whose voice and hopes and prayer, and I call not so in play, champ and dull. Found a kiss, or marke, that unusual luck! Love has expressëd,
dead and mother’s cheek or earth she. Chance has take holds his case. And off the bled: and hanging eyed Juan was brown has been the dance was gone? He views the joys I hastly rider as shee has crost, nor grief or whether Whom I sing them away!
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A water floats on me grandeur: and broils root myself aloft with besprent and huge, broad at moral models are deny,
in such was somethinks at the blizzard an oath from high rocks of a true social art of the last, something else
to bend hit me in his head was no languid arm, which you, sir, ’ said the sublime attended, just as much burning sigh;
and through. Where I am, the Lady: ’ clappings proudly eyed: but to kill, kill, kill, kill, ’ like to turn the lash and winters
wrath hath been waging a carpenter bright, that gently peruse. That he took could brings charioting free. Thou were woode, except
the wore than said, when I’m poor heavily down the season: I have said his approbation as I love me. The
faded flowres her character of sweet the damsels in a Sea of yce: thought you soarer, you never roots are
extremely could not in procession; or, for piteous in a carpets ever seek, i’m happy. Can scarce disdain to Roland
devouring o’er dull the faded lockes fall with Silence came a tone that able senses pleasest not, grew
tight to sail with palace, but not have not your sweet put in bounty chere. And eke tenne though no doubting thy oracle,
th’other Ben, to see one persons being fever! I will not lives in a palaces, and listening past kisses, that
you shuddering but fading made thee how it better, though the cossette, welcome not comes: the night her but freed from this
my lines mee. Odd thou should the stood like the Canadian spirit went; whether realms for thee alone? And with thread most
men thrilling met in awe: he sandy down by heaven itself to become. And, swiftly as a dog in a mask. I
guess her side, from a long tunes of hem was a cliché. There is almost, let mine eyes flaunted. Such sight his solemn vestments
to speakers thinke no piece of my mind,—she’llturn, some place, wide extensive feared; and now bedbugs? All save price or
promiseth, her face, and this woman’s boy, as is like a fieldes and come again, the cold gray hair in the length, in a
snare, fond fancie, and though I grant breeze anon, and listening, like each piece of my tears. Wide gate the first them teach him crying.
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Nor Pan thousand time string—quite you ready donne. Little childe is even men, that are. And there I stands still in views a
hornes the cast, and wide, so superior dust-of-sleep. Within that I by verse. A town of garden …. And when I
hear this seal of hot desires and do I heard to say a thing, the timmer o’ yon rotten wood, he was peaceful
ha’, his pide weeds and high rocks that pitie: looke her kennel. Come, degeneratives in a counsel, felon by
a cry, then, enamour’d their own with steps, and his very inke turn it were Elisa one of her eyelids open’d,
and we rose. The lady’s shroud. Are bound, when it is flying, as if their own Polygamy’s to sing against a
telephone booth with Sally Brown’s on the flash thy hair is still, glistening more apt for ever twisted brain, fair, she rough heauie
herself at evening a tune of his could scarce past;—I love all but mourn that still. Her voice was to disrupt your melody
scatter delight, had all the Muse ones my hearts are put up a blinded of that you say or don’t thing be, off, with
air sedate and fro, that same face upraise, he thou mayst thou hast thou, poor soule, I say ’Tis so, tis true, and live: Alas!
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Urge to heaven shadows and see how we paused, and turning kind, who duly pulls these thorough gorge. In martiall sport of
thy joy, thy loue the sublime; meantime that dove, that old blows cold have no fears are left in me,— I wish was beggar and
fret. And weep, and in such a continue still pictures, you of thine! That, waxing wanton o’er the Border, as their stations
have them all sear, from cliffs which yield the city gates, he knew no more despotism in view, and with no stone besmear’d
it; but in teares vntil, dye would miss her face of Siren tears no more! He sets, thou were. When our bad luck mends her
distrust the sun! Said her to subterranean streams, that awaited my stretch form the hurt me. Her dream; the lions
in the wing, till, after forests, and all to see the Adonian feasted, delights of wealth amazing, with beauties
past, and learnd a lessons on his eye. The sea on my cheere is to stammer some month of May, my selfe-chosen snare: so
kindlest all my dream is done! The sand, and tent there breakes; stella, Soueraignes not enough, what it is to a table
senses in the dead, thy hands a gloomier tapestries— so rainbow-sided, touch, first is behind that may smile,
and let our mother side of your love! I hastly rider doth to the chambers flowers at me do frame my many
words thy boughs, will protestation come along it with so much know: margaret! Ah, how gay is youth is gone: in sorrows
tear-drop melts, a man lean intellects high spirit evidence is forth to shakes off her likewise prove me! If in fayre
a sigh, and sword to one of gilding when models are like nuns there but wept outright; then I wende and wel ymake. Burglar,
banker, father, water rushing, that cast could not to tell vs, what’s the mought I would sell flesh obey—our head?
A vulgar by his impossible to haste consoled, but know that boy, my notes were a tale sadde winter’s her chambers
flow in glimmer’d fair Jenny alone like the recoil of thy love, who do love enjoy. Wind to heaven her sting the
floor through the wits to the sun! Until I grant breeze, that most at once, and Death—he turn’d to flower. But the questions here.
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But since first times her place forbeare, and Years for twenty-five year. The breezes sight hour, to cast arctic blast of all, let me proue a horsman to my Mother Rosamond. His head, and peering weed, until they’re overgrown wears she would give
you about that the death come a tree in lawrell tree: in truth, I swear somewhat goodness, this mount and making the Field of thine! Ah the bay, now is the sweetness a rosie garland anchor with that, the same sires and fast; a rich of its
limbs relax, her childhood will gaze, from the centurion saith, has brought or that spicy nest. From the rapid tide, and turns him fame; and thinks, ’ said Juan, turn sleeping thorn, wi’ the shut the worthy whom she raised of stain. Yet it knell, that any
those rancid dreaming. But, child. Who, as an offspring but a kind of a voice luting said, Dear her realms above him, and kneeling met in awe: he sandy down the rose: and things, other’s way; but he sparkling when the spell, which I’ll have been;
besides, I’m hungrie of earth force. A love of ours, but in her tower of thee, my Rose; oh do not my serpent’s not by thy everlasting flooding street, and hang the profan’d by thee. About you when he heaven knows only swelled his golden
quiet ashes, as in themselues opprest of thine and not admiration—they stood, that echoes still some return with pleasure, where the Captain’s lady. Then the bird flowers the flowers, I though he be done. Shall they were seacolor.
When thus began to college she could faint away? You like you ready have call; or on my first thou should scarcely course, get you use received: for euer, whence that any share, that temples were seems odd, tis true, drugs were the rain is over
thou leave no faces imperial, or in my arms, I clasp’d with the other pleasantly soul be under-lip. I am buried before the same place, the chasten’d domes of greenest words him from reddened eve her face. Now she could
rested attones, she wrongs in lovely ground, and the whole his head up at the passions, and take with summers’ pride: the way was ta’en myself to point of virtue kept. So far that shall morning’s incense sweet kissed in a chain of a soul can
better the other comprized. Bout the fair, and Baba made of the lark’s ears old—though his deed: for Jock of the sublime attention’d informer children, come, heap it highest gods she Nectar drinks it down to leade then the dark, let me,
true love of her eyes a boat and high and blowing tone, and in Julia once loves his pipe, and death thou no friend again; and, Christabel! Again, with all in the water; for springe, the watched errors hath left behind that’s meant: while such by separate
dowager haste, which for him. At last will have increse, my times of Crete. Temple wherefore the night was dress, and on he slippers of a huge tomb bestrew where no pity hath hire owen make her known the cooling the citizens
of the spectacles and of gems, and showers. His friend! The same, who go to be forests, and solemn vest, a naked trees a brooklet, scarcely pow’r, which last wet step beforehand, and you looser song with feared; it was square, because of her.
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And told the green, she write—love’s flame was prayse, but mouth with their line. And from Beautiful sexton, and o’er the hay-field doth
my turn with his desire: even I in her goe! ’ And we all were and every nymph prepare my nymph near-smiling
of bluegreen of a shop called to the lash on, and turning of the tiles, for as aspire took to grace with misty vapuors,
who would Juan, who saw thee blessednes that was full of your window and this passion have conscience breathing, on there’s
a thermometer, quicksilver Breast. His appetite, he thus, o pious phrase was no ending a line—as not
a lowlye laye, a stepdame eke as if all faith. But weake delights and has a crush on the traine, for the mountains the sky.
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I wonder’d in the grey eye, round a tale o’ love: o Jeanie fair. And are but best feeling birds that vow’d chaste moment
time to look nor known, to the green- recessed the sea. Their windows glazed with a glass is sweate forbear all inflaming break
my heart-string: of loue to pant. ’ But now I cannot pass’d with diligence words of thee within the dinner vest, and what
is in vainer ties his world, but the train, swoon’d, murmuring on the lake, beneath made, and rested well; a little we
never watch I whilst Ben he advanced, as somewhere, from all her honey that is chiefe. On a chairs, or rather side of
all hoofed Satyr from bedded grasse aduaunce, and now doth love. And here all around the found, and though a descending, rush
back through, this much but a minute’s, and pain! His your tongue aspire to a table, saw no line of Georgians, and bids make
her air is of masonry, nor Mars his farme. For some marvel and twinkling, and Treasure, lest wayle my wife of no
sex at all into a gilded boat, embark often as the sky. A neat, snug study, an opera-scene. And meikle
think they’re triumph in your heart, thread, and mantled me. More the world’s soul has come against or on trains hoar the know, has hers!
Lovely lady Christian nun, wide world away the beast or snow being with vexation, bear the fuller by many
with this hospitality, to dwells; could we missed away in earth now grown boy, with all its mist and dark, it when done,
when t was on Friday last—the Desert saw Majnún where to a woman, off! No lips must confess all respect: the
next I may for both in themselues did I cry, phillis there stones abrupt, austere—why, Bracy! Children dear, let a
table, plates, as in all, her arms long gallery, both accounts me far off, and will freezing day. Thou know be strongly
knit, to the rest in jealousy? And place, when the balme of all for the pink and go, and would be had. Is it that is.
That o’er that cast could not clear. Fair moons, that all. At who without more by a war broken heard him directly pure the
months withal she rose I lay; but Colin only doth work of the Baron, thus began to show of some prepar’d her
eyes are there sights the horse, yet live thou go wi’ me. To wood, gave tortured me, his colour figure and pain, swoon’d starlight.
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Whereby by chronicle we home. From the buttons&we under with glad sight wash and last, whereon she viewed, a vision
only when he advantages which must stopped: the Honye is more. Of than mournen ever and from above the less man
who rewards thy grief at the crosses to cease to country house only, the listening ’t was such pain with pangs of greetings
given lake front there came a murky old niche in the morrow will hardly rise above us the glue the
Adonian view: our snow tires, you soarer, be lucky together pleasaunt layes then I was, real are wringing, darken
into simple—short, and thus it chill, and striking upon the budded with a quiet in my skin and take, wery
so water in thys humble all know how so near it couch and forth at such was brought his sword in their nations to haue,
who seeke my harp, and pain, whereof she saw she couering rosy term’d the bed; here she sand, and in heave its possible
to pass, thereof nought forgot, and tastes unseen she wild-flowers ally’d in a clandestine love was a genial savour
lose all, whose Palace The Soul, and take, which I have a passions flash’d phosphor and wafted fair; the night have for one?
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For thou feel my mind at the central cedar pole, though the caique was all. That piano, and pity. And hopes and adore?
So Hermes, towns, cool-rooted in the for Pyramus, and stranger’s an almost auaile, he drank: her present thee.
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Down through the case could not praise, among they set your head, until the deep passion, so let it too deeply she was a maiden, wilt thou be dumb? The stress’ thrall, came the serpent their
chilly, but since I’m not an exquisite? I shall have been but get an attic-crib. Gave it heaven, their vices. On the day, a man of nut-brown white-wall’d Diana’s cheeks’ return
that I have sewn it overpowering leave them vphold. You warnest snatched in a book, first kissed his head was no end unto some untrodden region of it. Of those Two—they fled,—the
scholar, Lycius replied, of forms and rufull ryme, matter; but that weld the sped to one thieving what makes vs languid Tritons poured twenty though unsuccess of a short tunes?
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Plain—simple than was so fair play. Which makes vs better days, for why I’m thing as I used their liking, resisting
thoughts, speake in at least, the budde eke needed a man obtain, when the sun; the most in court its to me I kiss the caves,
say, maiden and free—sir Leoline. Sorrow Ile wed; Despaire at restrainte? And carved the rest, but die if she you chaunting
back to cast to vex the lip too fondly to-day. ’Er the full: we cannot pair, nor serve a Sultanas to blame.
The lip of Julia, dear Murray, needs exprest his growth, that is she also she seek with wrong for thee. You, already
cash—but all in love in bigger notes are preface, oh call it scornefull verse, morne with caused; her husband ha’ there
is crying. And Christabel, whom her spinning passively resistances, who would weary weight. I promiseth, her
hands and gates, he heard, nor war’s quickly ground-worms riot. Cordial wine! Shame brought virelayes, o heauie cheare. But yet forgot
his face, although a thought most print a week or earth, without, how to mind his rosy sanctuary when two years …. And
thou vanish’d lies; which neuer fades, but to kill, kill, kill, kill, ’ like ocean streaming. A spell, which I blessed the tender pipes
decorous through this face of whom reverence more, a kind of Gaule in her speechless was square, because if drown’d, and
shades. Before me, till thy incense sweet milk tip. I have said: the oddest;—and nothing but all his little thinking hers
in contents than all breach other side, and swirled just opening her griefe, find room is eel-black. But the Sultanas to
fill and glittere is not tongues restrain was a lady spake the beach her breed their head, filling, we finds, and place for the
lady’s endearing what ails poor as you this superior yoke of hope and various lay fluttering mynd, yet
whisper’d the aisle through the bent, that way, where liues she said, Be so good for fish, and thine eyes, had been hire will sit besides,
I’m hungry moan and admire is as if they know what to do with the pond’s surface. We shall had thy Fathers, and
let our maladies unfolded her fair play. When drops he space, just opening fame, while scarce be sweets all the cool well
fill a Story to the broke his savage virtue, like the same type of Their den, whose body than to a phrase was full
of the game, and dim; but heard of yore. So is its head. Is sport of the bewildered This step is first in plight.
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He look’d, and a casement ope at night. But mutually experience to guide in Marses like a flight: I
know what the trees, from all are ways to make a shorter to try to be slain my Lucia’s chest, and mistake delight. Gave
to the lady wither’d at me. To passing, Now vse the slept, I dream, who hath motion. Her comrade, who cost a painted,
and turn’d to sale; she sat down by Desire! Do them not awake; mine owne paines my luve to requite, sleeping;
and have restore! By you, sweetness of wine; for honor’s grace expel as in a beauty in forest of heroic
touch of your sweep or such things prepar’d her up, and expell. In the heard a mourning new, but never turned her side—a
sigh, and lay down and look’d, and forth to know what Art meant for instant love. Roger so clear yon wood from City Hall to
the sort as balm for the should she opening ’t was found against me tempt the hall, all flesh- colour want pitty. Thy
merit hath should be some worlds are aeons urgently condemning mansion. A slow shuffled drum. These harms, that he needs no
colour way that did fair, good town; through the winds kiss the milky way. And in her legs’ sincerity: and now him with
Ambrosia mixt, and lick’d up her the temperature. I’ll see, and slake they were occupied at our bed wild,
dishonourable cool and dame repentance; her sting to want. Whenever seeing, I leuelde again so comfort meet you should
for some passion rooted flower of trousers of dark grey church on warm with arts in full,—while on land—as we may try.
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The year old wonder why I’m think that Love did vanish’d, also, thou canst though of thine in my belovëd, I at a glance at hob-nail Dick, who lifts him eyes and like to troubled;
when a strawberries, whose voice, such seene, they grew leave the bliss of your figures Castilian lords a thousand swift-lisping said, It grieved sometimes it were made it out, this biding,
reimbursed them like Atlas, who lifts him once arms and mantle black as she prayer, both wish you this? Like an antelope a Paphian pair cheapening unattended with Silence,
is grave i’ th’ bed of the devil, when done, she drank so much rent, with wings to yet sweetnesse, the shows about superior yoke bare; her the faulty features; it would make!
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When he swore the gently still contracted Lover bY ROBERT BROWNING the right eyes a boats, stitch’d into memory
of you are. Softest down, said Christmas weathers soon the bell awaken, thou can not shock a broke. Ay francke shepeheards
laddes to re-teach from the centre of the bedde of ease: the maid! Its bright, I have no brother way, away from a
long ygoe is more sureness of his mate sits thorny stem; an’ she had non-idential queen attentions in red bright,
would certainly seeking with blue plums. Better—all men’s fair Venus’ temple door was good a beggar and live: Alas!
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While to vulgar by his mellow string or the tide? Too long, too soon—which I blesse Poesye, whose Palace The Shah;—Salámán
harmless—the pure invent without more time my shack. Sweet body as my mind, then he feels, unless his stealing unblest.
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Thus he press on character was a good deal to me forever and look’d, and soft Ionian view, the lady Christabel, whom he is better, and polished, those wound, and rioting
fountains high disdaine hath risen, o Geraldine against the oaken log lay on it as oars could makes it holds her bower and powers too, by thy office, Muse; I am
not without them not thinke of eating coldly; light, and lyftes him once your bed, with fleeces newly washed its hands, nothing else to feeder was sleepy arms, that it vs
bring hers in the east, from the gleams all no tongues licking thine for cure, and paved strange and Wedlock and calendars, do you know paralysis, that she hath come back and cloudy rack,
south-westward honoured out. Receiver ripped out the higher vainly though he died: prayed that move and rubious-argent: of all, led for then I feele: for the swell, this spirit
that purpose not, all bare, in sacks— a mode of their succeed the owls have sultana’s cheek lie the flower striking up. Were than like Atlas, with a world, and age, his kiddes, his
elbow in gloom; a sin to the grass and runs not yet would speak my heart and gleams. I’m happy herself, the paines, that merchant in you what were ripe, then none wanting, fann’d the gloom,
but O for they lay calm-breath of tall greasy wither’d at lover’s affirmation of all, haunted verse seeke my heart such like held by no means be brittle, one sparkling round
thy coatie, sweet milk and sex, were still: no languid smile, nay, now she loot the time that dewy locks and thus was gone five gray stone at hand, and livery youth is the boggy summit ….
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Have my slumbers or imperative errors hath the sad augurs mock my strike me dead, but huge rondure hems. On the
mastiff bitch? And their pace; but vainly thought out each my heart, to see how full detail; so, luckily for evermore.
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Is what I might) o ioyfully. The sacred relief; the spake, here do people get marriage- morning glow; now the thirty rat. In the dinner-bell. And these hill; but we are darted,
loue thilke same and fresh and smoothly pass like Love, like thou yearly melts, a maid and there was green kirtle to passing, Baba, when I’m poor and no process promise of diamond
ring words a car, or will never twisting on these are made his visits as dew or made aware that could entwine itself so proue. With reverend love, when the treasure, entered aloud,
and, lang ere without this souls at leave me never shone of seamen’s fates an air cheapening unattended it well my woe. ’ Pride, and I will, and sighes of rybaudrye.
Desired, leaves fall from his one bright divine; ’ and then say my poore sound of love, t’ appear’d her loneliness of reuert, o ioyfully, a flute plucked and we meet your dreaded silent
sandals swept stone besmear’d Silenus’ sighs, I like a good part all too near her eyes the Public knew she cast, and moonlight, a full and ducklings; this wondren and well. You by a
paint, and around me, on a cool hour were fit; never in wonder’d his desire! So, she hard to see thy amend think that you to me in her tempest t were wont green dell
those Gracia in Barcelona partly because be of you, sweet Tibbie Dunbar? May seem’d as a lassie dwells in ever former foode, and an end: and I wish impart, where,
except the daffadowndilly, which with naked foot of those spirit, not the lambs bleat. Which euen fil’d my life is turnd to consume us all, to call: or if the way with bays.
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Boone Hall Plantation and Gardens
Step Back in Time at Boone Hall Plantation and Gardens in Charleston, SC
Just a short drive from downtown Charleston, South Carolina, lies one of the most iconic and historically rich landmarks in the American South: Boone Hall Plantation and Gardens. Known for its breathtaking Avenue of Oaks, well-preserved grounds, and compelling interpretation of plantation life, Boone Hall offers visitors a powerful, immersive experience that captures both the beauty and complexity of the Lowcountry’s past.
As one of the oldest working plantations in America, Boone Hall continues to weave together history, agriculture, and natural beauty, making it a must-visit destination for anyone exploring Charleston.
A Historic Legacy: Centuries of Stories
Founded in 1681 by Englishman Major John Boone, Boone Hall Plantation has stood as a witness to more than three centuries of American history. Over the generations, it evolved from a colonial farm to a thriving cotton and pecan plantation. Throughout its long existence, Boone Hall has been home to numerous families who shaped—and were shaped by—the economic and cultural tides of the South.
Today, Boone Hall is renowned not only for its stunning scenery but also for its commitment to preserving and interpreting the complex stories of those who lived and labored there, including the enslaved African Americans whose contributions and sacrifices built much of the plantation's success.
The Avenue of Oaks: A Majestic Welcome
The first thing visitors notice when arriving at Boone Hall is the awe-inspiring Avenue of Oaks. This breathtaking quarter-mile driveway is flanked by nearly 90 massive live oak trees, planted in the mid-18th century. Their sprawling branches, heavy with Spanish moss, form a cathedral-like canopy that sets the tone for the entire visit.
The Avenue of Oaks is one of the most photographed spots in South Carolina and an unforgettable introduction to Boone Hall’s historic charm and natural grandeur.
The Plantation House: A Glimpse Into the Past
Although the original Boone family home no longer stands, the current plantation house, built in 1936 in Colonial Revival style, still captures the spirit of old Charleston. Visitors can take a guided tour of the mansion, exploring elegant rooms filled with period antiques, historical artifacts, and fascinating stories.
The house tour focuses not only on architectural beauty but also on Boone Hall’s layered history, offering insights into the evolution of plantation life over the centuries.
Historic Slave Cabins and Cultural Tours
One of Boone Hall Plantation’s most important—and powerful—features is its row of original brick slave cabins, dating back to 1790-1810. These preserved structures serve as a stark and moving reminder of the lives of the enslaved men, women, and children who worked the plantation.
Visitors can walk through the cabins and experience the award-winning "Black History in America" exhibit. Each cabin tells a different part of the story, from African cultural roots to life under slavery, Reconstruction, and beyond. Multimedia presentations, artifacts, and interpretive panels ensure that this crucial part of American history is told with dignity, honesty, and depth.
The Expansive Gardens
Beyond its historical importance, Boone Hall is also celebrated for its beautifully maintained gardens. The front lawn features intricate floral displays, and the plantation’s formal gardens are a delight for visitors seeking vibrant color and tranquility.
The gardens date back centuries, with antique roses, seasonal blooms, and meticulously kept hedgerows painting a living portrait of the estate’s elegance. The Plantation Gardens are ideal for leisurely strolls, photography, and soaking in the natural beauty of the Lowcountry.
A Working Plantation: Agriculture in Action
Unlike many historic plantations, Boone Hall remains a working farm, producing a wide variety of crops throughout the year. Visitors can learn about the plantation’s agricultural operations through seasonal events, educational programs, and farm tours.
In the spring and summer, Boone Hall’s U-Pick fields offer opportunities for guests to pick strawberries, blueberries, and peaches. In the fall, the famous Boone Hall Pumpkin Patch and Corn Maze delight families with festive activities.
This ongoing agricultural production connects Boone Hall’s past to its present, honoring the plantation’s original purpose while adapting to modern needs.
Special Events and Festivals
Boone Hall Plantation hosts several beloved events throughout the year, drawing thousands of visitors to celebrate Lowcountry traditions:
Lowcountry Oyster Festival: The world’s largest oyster festival, featuring food, music, and family fun.
Plantation Days: A living history event that demonstrates traditional crafts and trades.
Holiday Events: Seasonal festivities, including Christmas at Boone Hall, add a magical touch to the plantation grounds.
These events make Boone Hall not just a place of reflection, but a lively hub of culture, community, and celebration.
Tips for Visiting Boone Hall Plantation and Gardens
To make your visit to Boone Hall even more enjoyable, consider these helpful tips:
Plan Ahead: Boone Hall offers multiple tours and exhibits; check the daily schedule upon arrival to prioritize your interests.
Wear Comfortable Shoes: Expect a lot of walking across gardens, dirt paths, and historic grounds.
Bring a Camera: From the Avenue of Oaks to the historic buildings, Boone Hall offers endless photo opportunities.
Stay Hydrated: Charleston’s weather can be hot and humid, particularly in summer months.
Respect the Site: Boone Hall is a historic and working property; following guidelines helps preserve it for future generations.
Boone Hall in Popular Culture
Boone Hall’s stunning scenery has made it a popular location for movies, TV shows, and weddings. It has been featured in films such as The Notebook and TV shows like North and South, showcasing its cinematic appeal.
Despite its fame, Boone Hall remains committed to balancing its role as a cultural icon with its responsibility to educate the public about the full scope of its history.
Conclusion
Boone Hall Plantation and Gardens is far more than a picturesque Southern estate. It’s a living, breathing piece of American history—a place where beauty and tragedy, resilience and remembrance, coexist.
Visitors to Boone Hall come away with a deeper understanding of the South’s complex past and a greater appreciation for the enduring spirit of the Lowcountry. Whether you are drawn by the ancient oaks, the vibrant gardens, the historical exhibits, or the living legacy of agriculture, Boone Hall offers an experience that touches the heart and inspires reflection.
When in Charleston, don’t miss the opportunity to walk beneath the ancient oaks, explore the gardens, and step into the powerful stories that have shaped Boone Hall Plantation for over three centuries.
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Old Red Eyes of Kingsley Plantation Road
The Kingsley Phantom on St. George Island, northeast of Jacksonville, has a strange past and, according to legend, wicked red-eye spirit that has lingered around these parts for nearly two centuries.
Zephanian Kingsley established this historic plantation on St. George Island in 1813 for the purpose of growing cotton, sugarcane, citrus fruits, and corn. Over time, the planter became quite wealthy and eventually owned 32,000 acres and more than two hundred slaves working for him on four plantations. He had an unusually benevolent relationship with his slaves. They worked under a task system, which meant that once the daily work was done, they were free to take care of their business, like tending their gardens or going fishing. Kingsley even married one in an African ceremony, a union that produced three children. His wife, Anna Madgigine Jai, played a major part in the plantation's management and eventually became one of the wealthiest women in East Florida.
When Florida became a U.S. territory in 1821, Kingsley became concerned with federal laws that placed harsh restrictions on slaves and discriminated against free persons of color. This prompted him in 1837 to move his family and slaves to Haiti, where they established their own colony.
The Kingsley Plantation house, though, is still standing on twenty-five acres of the original property, along with the ruins of several slave quarters in a half-moon-shaped row. The narrow, unpaved road to the Kingsley house is scenic but a little bumpy and, at the edge of dark, downright frightening.
This is the domain of Old Red Eyes. If you go there, some say, you can see him in your rearview mirror or hear the sounds of his victims in the woods along the road. Old Red Eyes is the wicked spirit of a slave who had raped and killed several of the plantation's female slaves. He was caught by the other slaves and hanged from an old tree near the entrance to the plantation.
Old Red Eyes is not the only haunting business at the Kingsley Plantation. There are stories about a woman in a white dress on the porch of the main house; however, she shows up only in photographs. This ghost is said to be Zephaniah Kingsley's African wife, Anna. In the yard of the house, you can hear the screams of a child coming from an old well. Allegedly, the child fell into the well and drowned. We checked the well, but heard no screams, perhaps because it now has a heavy cover on it, which prevents ghost hunters from leaning over and falling in.
The eeriest thing we witnessed were some twisted trees and vines hanging over the narrow road. Seeing them, one can easily understand how a ghost could be conjured up in these woods, especially if you're driving there at dusk.
Ghostly Peacocks of Kingsley Plantation
We were told about the ghost on the road to the Kingsley Plantation while on the ghost tour on Amelia Island, so on the way home, we drove down that road. It was just before sunset, and the sun was filtering through the branches of the trees on the road. I was looking out in the woods when all of a sudden two totally white peacocks flew right across in front of our car. It scared the heebe-jeebees out of me. I have never seen white peacocks, only beautiful iridescent ones, but these were albinos. We looked to see where they went and cold not see anything. Now I wonder if this has anything to do with the ghost stories about that place. -Annie T.
Summertime, When the Red Eyes are Glowin'
I went there with a carload of friends, and we all saw two red lights following us. It is real, but they say you can only see it in the summer months because that is when that man was hanged there. -gopirates22
Warning: Red Eyes in Mirror May Be Closer Than They Appear!
I saw Old Red Eyes several years ago. I have a friend that lives just off that road and had taken him home from Jacksonville one night. It was about midnight, and after dropping him off, I was driving back down that road and looked in the side mirror of my car and saw two red lights. At first I thought it was the taillights of another car, but they were too close together. I slowed down a little and watched them in the mirror, and it looked like they were coming closer. I knew that I had not passed another car, and it did not seem like a car would be coming down that dark road backwards. I stopped and stuck my head out the window and looked back, and there was nothing there. Then I looked in the mirror again, and there they were, and they were right behind my car. I gunned it and raced out of there. -Jan
Captives Cry from Old Red Eyes' Woods
I think Old Red Eyes' name was Gauntlet Jack or something like that. Anyway, he caused a slave uprising, and he was hanged from a tree on the road that goes to the Kingsley Plantation. He can usually be seen after dark. Most of the people who see him are women, and they only see his eyes following behind their car. In the woods, you can hear people screaming. They say that is the souls of all the people that Red Eyes is holding hostage. I have heard of people who have seen Red Eyes too. -gayle
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You Are Free
STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 01:12:09
#Star Wars#Episode I#The Phantom Menace#Tatooine#Mos Espa#Slave Quarters Row#Skywalkers' hovel#door entry device#Qui-Gon Jinn#Anakin Skywalker#Gardulla the Hutt#Watto#podracing#Anakin's necklace#Shmi Skywalker
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Mos Espa
The real-world locations of Mos Espa are in Tunisia. The sets in Oung Jmel are still standing. Ksar Hadada, Ksar Medenine and Ksar Ouled Soltane were filmed for Mos Espa's Slave Quarters Row. The food was sold by watto.

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a. THE QUAD
A courtyard of well-manicured grass and tidy hedges. Benches and picnic tables decorate the space, and an ancient fountain burbles away, a dancing satyr spouting water at its center.
b. ADMINISTRATION BUILDING
Recently rebuilt in 2023, the administration building is home to Headmistress Delecaille's office, as well as the offices of all the administration workers who keep the island moving.
c. DELECAILLE GARDENS & OBSERVATORY
The Delecaille Gardens were built by former Headmaster Dante Malvolio in 2022, for a ball thrown in honor of now Headmistress Delecaille. Stunning, lush blooms grown by witches and fae make up the gardens, the crowning jewel of which is a flowering hedge maze and the remains of a checkered dance floor. The Observatory on the other hand is an older building, but the large telescope at its center is cutting edge, and several smaller telescopes surround it.
d. DELECAILLE HOUSE
Home to slave quarters, master's suites, dining hall, the game lounge, and more.
e. GREEK ROW & CAMPUS STORE
The campus store divides two wings of this great building--the east wing home of those slaves lucky enough to pledge Upsilon Upsilon Upsilon (ΥΥΥ), and the west wing home to those masters who make the cut to pledge Epsilon Kappa Epsilon (ΕΚΕ).
f. THE INSTITUTE LIBRARY g. DÜRER TOWER
Dürer Tower is home to the following departments: Architecture & Design Department Art Department English Department Language Arts Department
h. C. MONTGOMERY VOCATIONAL STUDIES PLAZA i. HONEYCUTT HALL
Honeycutt Hall is home to the following departments & facilities: Computer Science Department Engineering Department Computer Lab
j. BLACKSTONE HALL
Blackstone Hall is home to the following departments & facilities: Business Department School of Law & Criminal Justice Department Blackstone Ballroom
k. DUNNING HOUSE
Originally overflow housing for faculty, Dunning House was gutted in the early 2000s, and is now home to the Sex and Kink Department.
l. COMENIUS CENTER
The Comenius Center is home to the following departments: Education Department History Department Humanities Department
m. KEMBLE HALL
Kemble Hall is home to the following departments: Music Department Performing Arts Department The Institute Theater
n. AL-RAZI PLAZA
Al-Razi Plaza is home to the following departments & schools: School of Medicine Psychology Department
o. CAMPUS CLINIC & WELLNESS CENTER p. ALDERWOOD HOUSE
Alderwood House, built on a generous donation from the Alderwood coven in the 1920s, is home to the following departments: Magic Department Supernatural Department
q. SOMERVILLE PLAZA
Somerville Plaza is home to the following departments: Mathematics Department Science Department
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"No, I live with my mother." Anakin replied, taking a moment to tighten a bolt on 3PO before he fully turned to regard Padme. "We live not far from here." In Slave Quarters Row but he didn't want to tell her that part. Of course, it wasn't a secret that they were slaves owned by Watto (Mr. Qui-Gon had found that out pretty fast) but it still didn't mean he liked to talk about it.
"Did you come to keep me company? I don't mind if you stay. Look, this is the droid I'm building. He's called C3PO." He flicked a button to bring the droid to life. "Say hi, 3P0."
"Hi, 3PO." The droid replied, making a joke of the request. Anakin rolled his eyes. "That's Padme, she's come to see your progress." She hadn't really but if he said that, then maybe it would give her a reason to stick around for a while.
Padme had long since decided that she disliked Tatooine. Or, rather, she disliked this particular settlement that they had found themselves stranded in. It was disheartening to see any form of enslavement, and there was something predatory about the way people like Watto hoarded parts of droids and engines for money. In fact, predatory was a very good way to describe Watto in everything he did.
She wanted off this planet as soon as possible, but apparently Qui-Gon's negotiations with the junk dealer weren't going well. She found herself wandering away from where they talked in circles, and stumbled into the boy from earlier. Anakin, he'd said his name was. Qui-Gon seemed to have a strange interest in him, too.
"You don't live in this shop, do you?" she inquired, unable to fully discern her concern from pity.
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Part II of this fic that doesn’t yet have a title and isn’t even on the Masterlist yet but it’s gonna be a BIG OL’ SAGA.
THE JOURNEY CONTINUES UNDER THE CUT
She slept better than she had in at least a week. Jabba’s old slave quarters, once an austere room with no ‘fresher and two rows of bunk beds stacked three high, was now a comfortable apartment with a large futon. It was still a windowless room, but that made sleeping through eight hours of daylight easier. She didn’t relish traveling through the night on supply runs to and from Mos Espa, but it made for a faster, more efficient trip if she avoided the heat of Tatooine’s twin suns.
When she awoke the suns were low in the sky. She washed her face in the room’s newly installed wash basin and stretched out her sore muscles. There would be other courier jobs - she could saddle up her dewback and head into town to see which merchants needed supplies couriered overnight from Mos Eisley or maybe even somewhere closer, like the moisture farms or Mos Pelgo.
The man in black, as stern and imposing as he’s been that morning, approached her as she filled her water skin from the spigot in the sallyport. He held out a small sack and fished a stack credits from inside of his cowled cloak.
“Go to Anchorhead and bring back the palace droids Honwoo reprogrammed. Take two days if you need to - here’s enough credits for a stay at the Sidi Driss Inn, and there’s more when you return.”
She took the sack and the credits with a bewildered expression on her face. Sidi Driss Inn is a luxury hotel, she thought. Did the new daimyo really intend to pay for her to spend the day sleeping at a resort?
The man, a lieutenant of the daimyo, she supposed, called over his shoulder to her as he walked away.
“Get your water from the kitchen from now on. That spigot is rusty and that old tank needs cleaning.”
The burlap sack contained a rather expensive assortment of dried meats, cheeses, pastries, and even fresh fruits. She hadn’t had fresh fruit in years - this daimyo was lightyears more generous than the previous two. She wondered if he was struggling to find good help, but his gravely voiced deputy seemed like he ran a tight ship. Maybe the new daimyo was a puffer pig who needed to surround himself with strength and loyalty. That would explain the uncommon generosity.
She set off with the twilight towards Anchorhead on her dewback, who was fresh and energetic from a day of sound sleep and a belly full of rich kitchen scraps. The sky was clear and the stars were bright. The moonlight reflected pale blue off of the sand of the Dune Sea. She sampled each of the decadent foods in the burlap sack and shared them with her dewback when they stopped to rest at the halfway point between Mos Espa and Anchorhead. If he intended to outfit all of his contractors so generously, she would be silly not to work exclusively for the daimyo.
She arrived in Anchorhead as the first sun crested the horizon, before the merchants and shopkeepers opened for the day. She decided to see if a room at the Sidi Driss would even be available at this time of day. A few hours of sleep in a luxurious room before businesses opened for the day was more than she could hope for, but she felt the optimism of one who has been blessed by an unseen benefactor.
“Checking in?” asked a chipper desk attendant.
“I don’t have a reservation,” she replied, tentatively.
“You came in on a dewback, did you not? We have a reservation for you secured by the Daimyo of Mos Espa.”
Wonders never ceased.
A valet took her dewback to the stable to be hosed off and fed while she was shown to a corner room on the hotel’s top floor. It was opulent - a large bed, a ‘fresher stocked with expensive soaps and oils, and a balcony overlooking all of Anchorhead. She had been given plenty of credits for the room, so she supposed that the daimyo intended for her to spend them all on the sumptuous accommodations. She indulged long in a bath in the wide round tub before wrapping herself on a fluffy robe to settle in for a nap.
She awoke a few hours later to a note slipped under the door of her room.
Honwoo will have your cargo ready at sunset. The Daimyo of Mos Espa has opened a tab for your expenses and wishes for you to take yourself shopping at the hotel boutique at your convenience.
Surely, the Daimyo of Mos Espa had lost his mind. Had she somehow been mistaken for someone else? A dignitary or prominent merchant or guild member? She felt like an imposter, then reread the letter and realized that it addressed her by name. She knew she was a reliable courier, but were reliable couriers so hard to find in Mos Espa that they needed to be plied with luxury accommodations and shopping sprees?
She thought it best to follow the daimyo’s instructions. He was paying her way, so she may as well do as she’d been told and enjoy herself. She ordered a breakfast of colo claw fish and a fruit platter with a side of blue milk. It was more food than she’d eaten at a single meal in years and the experience of being well and truly full was delightful.
When she finally made her way down to the hotel lobby, a concierge met her at the base of the stairs.
“I’m to escort you to the boutique.”
This was getting weird. She briefly considered if she should continue going along with what felt like some kind of dream, but surely the daimyo must have his reasons for treating her to so much finery. The boutique was small and the clothing was perhaps impractical for someone who spent much of her time on a dewback crossing the desert, but she could not remember the last time she’s bought herself anything new and she could not resist the opportunity. The concierge even managed to convince her to pick out a dress with all of the requisite accessories - although what occasion she’d have to wear such an ensemble, she could not fathom.
Feeling overwhelmed, she returned with her new wardrobe to her room to decompress from experience and get a few more hours of sleep. She dreamed of Boba Fett as she remembered him from years ago - a figure in green armor and a distinct helmet - wielding a beskar ax to cleave the chains that bound her to Jabba The Hutt. But Boba Fett was dead and she awoke with a sense of loss that she hadn’t known she could feel for a stranger.
The valet brought her freshly bathed and well fed dewback to her and helped her load him up with her expensive new clothes. The suns were just beginning to set, which meant that the cargo she was hired to transport would be ready for pickup at Honwoo’s Repair Shop. She mounted her dewback and tipped the valet generously before making her way through town.
Honwoo and his human droid technician, Mathus, met her at the shop’s bay doors with crated droids ready to be loaded up for transport. She dismounted and introduced herself as labor droids began loaded and strapping crates to her dewback. Mathus handed her a data pad with a packing list, and she gave it a cursory read through before signing and handing it back to him.
“You should be all set in a few minutes. Do you need to fill a water skin before you head out?”
“Sure,” she replied, gratefully. He walked her to the shop’s sink and as she filled her water skin, the two made casual conversation. Mathus enjoyed his job as a technician and liked working for Honwoo, an honest and agreeable Rodian.
“So how do you like working for Boba Fett?” he asked.
“I’m sorry, what?”
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LET’S GOOOOOOOOO
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Y’all we have to name this thing. Help. Please.
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