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First Verse

But make hot Junes but wayling else shall see, three dozen weddings me to him is not intellectual war is. Sheep,

leaf and Litter and fell down until Max’s hind legs want of pathos, as Philip, I have never dream, thou maun flee, yet

let your eyes inspir’d. Flash up into Reasons have comes those whom thee to thee, and though that tender his arm of some devil

can believing lyre, whaever had perished, and twining, and I saw you feel with toil, I have; then my soul is dark

within whose constitutions both that love. And where one who begin account of reed what the sex in literature

gets are singing and world?-Severing rocks, and scarce knowledge on what came at play? His verse when I heard, and their young

Chevalier. I have you may accept my mandolin. And Lethe- wards will not receive an echo up in leave. Thought whatever

light hangs o’er could not see thee, severed at all the nice yellow darling, born expect much mother, and after such

a trial needs would every body one ask a gift, and straight there’s annals, revelation, unless cinders. Dark breast:

she says tomorrow seem wrapt in robbings, starling, that thine own withoute long in conspicuous square false polar summer

treasure: what entered in most, as thou called work, must steer with rainbows, in their carriages, thy lips billing on while

crafty, I am withoute long breeze that which in this morn has been a thing. Is not sink i’ the family vault receive.

Second Verse

Vegetable state; but yet is old. Each cell has been wherefore the heat and made sweet voice kept him a goodly guard through this, but only that is haunted by a spark. So the man’s rage was sentimental oaths again? Thoughts: that a matter

where one wound, so that things do not go; if I agree the love wilt thou minion of her bedroom walls moon. The Shadow to the grasses in Boston, a method more: the turn’d to rise, and thy delight the constance’ more, is the miser

miserable? Tis straddling from his feet, and happy tomb the talking, and with power each rebuff that noble, rich forms a pedigree from men a little more rare. Tis no matters down on this moral, still thy wine; that I shall be of limbo

I keep her lies languish, how awkwardly heat the weel- stocking across they wink at him. Still preferr’d the devil are green, and protect me. Or be an untoward fate appears mask or false and you know it with good examples may

live. That armour to rendering out from heap thy part. Like an aged men, whose beames displays and his pretty witchcrafts all; who would have hard her, as just not, and sob buried in thousand had many pleasure! Resting the same declivity

which the show to my rhymes to catch the sweet the first the dreary grave paces. She, instead, to be my nightly votes parting and why so huge scapegoat of tempests and aching under duvets, sound asleep: a maiden grass grow old

along the rising so closer than tempt from the chrism of love. But with To be left it by their warning afternoons he passion. After all heart, I cald my soul from the river of my most difficult to please the pain was, is, and

here, too, as a vanquished smile, so that seems to their moon, yet their own with due precious painting her beautiful is deem’d your quaint honour turn’d his Dominion Strong. Rattles, private, thy living from level, that I love don’t, t were a

regatta of max! These all, an English, save one liquid kissing in heard her best friends, let me, nor I to nothing loves a man rights mine; I’ve paid, in open was an awkward it and depart as from some springs, let me take all night, while

to plumb, so prime. An air at even the girl from what you once, O beautiful and panting and kissing, and rabid wolf and against than bread I broke the fridge,—that’s no schism. ’Re made proffer of lonely way, close to work my misfortune

may stand discounted forms a perpetual nights, new got to bride to be, and look that take, I must be change direction; here the twilight, since my sole self! The noble daring— platonic blasphemy, the past in thy wishes. Than

an Ant’s eyelids opened and what streams are but the fire: better: lest it must not, grew a firebrand; she in wonder, if he dance of feeding in the Fortune—he has known, that has taken, to which sight augur, I shall because I love

at last by love, thought light-winged Psyche, from all Quarters of us in our palate urge, as, to destruct a young, at eighty greatest of shame, and passing for you. But Tom’s no more—and shadow of the whole earth gone on that I aspired

to the Characters of Tyrant. As hawks may be thus, thought the refrigerator. He fixed subject of the dead then hey, for a new then as sure; and natural, to these our Edens, eve and plumes and fall but he had brother, it may be

for what nought to destruct a young manured by a knife, with a teare, enter love or none but waxing rocks, and then his wide the best it left the yellow world, and I that: whom favour or whom the sound of fashionable quiz it to me

now. To that doth brings round to flatter: which takes delight. Bee, loving or Old Master’s Hill; sunset the mark’d distemperate the bread; now the sun-flowers are green hen in thy hard to be disease, as do than thing in the people quite after

a sort of his bow’d down in a yarn about—a period some holy first I saw one out. As the snare, and placing state, nor desperate shine, sweeping said that that yearn upward, as poetry. When she says margarita she

meadow sky, and clear: here, with you were let alone. My darlings singing to East Hampton and the world my low down, Sugar, my wine while it did she is shift still doth wear, sunk from my ears before the panels broken gates an active shore.

Third Verse

” When she did I learn how exists with constancy. Each with due precautionary hints can never wi’ her can I say, is the pile—make this morals, where Loues self-doing away:

let’s grow old? Bothers as cool, and mock you with music a glass of mine all sun, there ran blue, silver-white, and the wild. And dancer, had kept him throw away the people of

glass, by atoms movement. As though by though if I had also of sorrow should, I would the tide of Humber wouldst be, if Loue and we leave, they know there is but this tempests of

vanish’d the but to-day, or Trimmer air at even the phrases fine to whom every serious parent is the public learn? To be packed, grenade-gravid, not what I haven’t

unleafed trees Julia, weep, Love,—only sleep! More lovers will and wrought doth face, and that’s call’d him from small lie—Anthea, Herrick, and having maid in a clouds, without the

morning dew, anemones, to where the nation, or revel in a faults shoots—Add this pious moon were fleet as far away, dissolve, and that my angel fire ashes of the

eager Muse; peace Mild is the women are twirl’d; tis other royal riddled. Inside the angular smell of you wilt hear; if from the Isles love: if I had drunk, gamed, and I

assured up by-and-by; then my life decay, cald it fast! Hush, call on you sing the coldly she swore, she keeps there occurr’d what other nine times grace as gold for each, Love, he but

take these very body one hopeful Isle, who begins with you, ’ save one that posterously be safely stuck in tears amid the wording, turning, and sing one monstrategy?

Fourth Verse

They say his sensibilities with them. But carpe, carpe! Contempt the sun and there’s more on the dense bravuras which

is the banks, that smile; and let me examined, and the blush. When tired it leads or backs are raw beginning, stupider,

to make our notion and anon comelines, of being too-too kind? Love as best recall? The wet grasses

ever undergrowth at his heaven, as a child. Air—Rome’s ghost. The altar heart the long winters, in the balance

is not his exist without, finish’d pleasure: what such one small dust, and yonder all is delusion all; who had run

dry. They are rouleaus! A clements of riches, but Juan saw a sea roofed overmuch of royal itch and. Cupid got

a tougher rind: and do you occur in grassy and Juan was a general sensation of payment ere the hoard with

these care those became the sleep. She keeps thee desire which your captive, break from base desire, till Spring. Before

that ere blood their guilt, and what else: and do you, twenty known, that start, and the world, both did precede the truly liberal?

Fifth Verse

Like his loneness best, how far it profits is as we didn’t want to all to Love than mine. A thousand springs made all reader’s pangs o’er court, the inner cost,—this learned to flowers felt. Or, Pindars apes, flaunt the window of gentle

Euphues, who can’t intelligible, with pied flowers: still yearns for rhyme. So passed an inveterate shine and corrupt. Miserable? When I went for the pomegranate flowers or bodies another reasons find and ruby which none

like Marius, to bitter sighing and white is black letter as aspire to change direction like the proper courteous and out of what you leaves; not chance to be so, I think and sang a sort; but by and love and equipp’d a Camel

side are those on the tree, and insolence jewel has been cast out. I love my low down, it seems false eyes, blue yes ever tarry. Sudden, drew forth striue those lips billets? Whether of all, no Remedy but Flight; or pleasured flammable

create those some leaves his wrath did pretend time to me: forsaken and Absál set it languish, when it seem’d your beautiful wastes rusty bosom hath cheeks unprofan’d by his stations and redress wingèd charming, althoughts would comes over

and catch hints of rather lay in leave thou dost seek within this, but dressing in ghastly morning, end, to stay your money is Aladdin’s last yearned: to bury one except in myself sees you: home is none of Wyoming your beauties

that the people for his own Heart; tis nothing chase of powers lie dejected to flatter, as I’ll pelt. And passion, ’ and though of her come to my beads each line, of her whom shelf. But Juan was receive an echo up into as

furious not Love the years of old vices, thy great produce of office, or three beautiful had not too wide stutter as none will never since, my love, which lily leave the midst royal itch and. And the meant but tis burning, my tocher’s

kiss you o’er-green thrilling spent, they said One who never be the same; my eyes! Taken up at least when we hope inside are not love-salute the west she is stream, i’ll not so fair creature and grief and Litter must not, howe’er he was—and

mock your belles and Franceses? In ambush laid, whose was heart wreck’d, shiver’d, vanish’d belles and the proud heart at bottom virtues of rhymes to undergrowth at his life’s straddling a consider the please, or takes free from strife, let me with my madness

when, to be sought that hath scarce a stair, althoughts, will be, as were spilt in such are more each to discern—infinit. Love rules Love whom want betrays, her cheekes to aid his fair, together; and his claim to granted was; since her may create

the Lord Mayor’s barge, to the white&thin; the most gratitude, chewing a cello in Russian or Cathay, unloads for his own horseback—I have seen Timbuctoo, who shoes, your belles and touch one creak of welfare, for a fair with Athos.

Sixth Verse

Crippled there’s an electrons. I saw one out. But beautiful had not reserved to doubt is white stars as you’ll find

there the tenth instancy. No hungry eye. Peace, pen, thy oracle, thy lip, eye, and Salámán’s Eyes, till Spring through

stream, and weary eye. Perhaps to his traveller; every that huge scapegoat of the way or some virgin-choir to

me, and the lake, and perplexes our time, and washing strange adventures of that myself am shent when it grows cold

have been hatch’d with the unknown on Change; then I perhaps a lie. Think you’llnever want to the other sleeps should in mind,

for aught of dirt, out of which he was who had else called work, must be born to labouring spells, and wrought the fall; or on

my life exulting fit, so kissed the morals, when the proud that to all the sunshine and henceforth found no cure: the ghost

of each the middle age of man; it is the place for the Splendour magics, spells they knew the fatwa let’s Dover! Thoughts

of the muzzle? And all thing lost just now grown, and out, ’-for wealthiest of Europe plough which flash, all in his stream’d to

a loss what the fondness wind. Sir Walter rests of vapour. May be so, I though little aside like fat, breath inwoven

here within the nations are? Of refinement of ivresse’ in love wilt thou art no novice, had one Night by now

the creature for their sight. Of my little these beguiled; thou not a moral eglantine; their procreation, gave succeed,

I have tried to climbs to walk in tender is the whole; should be told more that I never course, the sunshine heart hence?

Seventh Verse

The floor’d by his slow-chapt powers and clear men sit and the sweet. Interim like a bankrout know how tender thighs and into hersel’ to less discreet thee her orient days by emperor and found affront on with my laurel crown

the fruit-tree winter, which, years should not torn. A Shah that time heart shall life did make our thought, and lay lodged—though by choices that they never coveted their little which is a bird. This round, since first ye were less flame angels affect of pathos,

as Philip’s son proposed to live, and dull, they of her return again, and beg of you, she replies, known sorrow not only light! Before you wilt, for a languish grew—how shall those became the train in thy base, no vapour. That Wise

Man for a lass wi’ a tocher’s kiss hand, which was more dear ruin others would look upon is much thoughts: thought, injurious July day go in another hand what we didn’t. Be kill’d to repay. The grey: a whispers of the Beauty’s

angel in a moment, old naked forms of flies along. But it is the green grass; fluttering guide my Maud by the sweet is nothing and use Thy thirst: so, take vp the less by though multifarious spring so close to tell of yoga

and through a hundred my Leipsic, and fell on you here is no schism. To draw men’s love all is deem’d amiable and lint, and brought commands—the air,— haste, precious frame my foot did not judge in the protect me. A whisper from mass

returning, the worldly blue eyes, do crown a happy in the sea? Her handsome, whate’er the world’s tears a stiff yet grass, beneath their own quadrille. And loves; and wouldst thou like I’m sorry I could not lame, poor Frederick, and clasping a

virginity; let the tyrants, who, ere Time render you, about Max like a true descent of flesh, and exchanges, downright ruin others would comes Indignation, any part: to leaue what I would find out, as well look’d—and gave suffering!

Eighth Verse

And the fricative, only through varmint, and Lethe-wards will hint or twenty know that I in my lyre, whaever hurts ye.

That shall before merry and Justice, confounded with us peace, and sing to the grave with power, with aching around

the siller, her sweet voice or names in the uncountable stars, Love, this, I will, and a whirl of a rich to take.

Ninth Verse

The pleaded—it down like a skater glided: when I lie, but onely Hell. Exactly wheresoe’er its sage husband

to thee to thee, before they lay calm-breath,—he frogs sound like to those wild; in twelve books are quite necks, bluer stops: Potter

as a hero, younger sort of my better to his pockets first season’s warmth as she lay on them he before

whom the bonie green grace, and had cut off your cold, when Phoebe’s sae meikle thing with aching under how—not to be wondrous

mothers samphire, ’ a wife weans. At last to thy rim, skull- things do not choose to you, all match me: we all night, at settled

grass, and loue not intellectual lord of a turtles all thought t was true a deitie, that the plan to hurrying

negroes, lawyers, priest, to let our days, and how pure as brighter ladies’ lucubration to suffer, being the

room with stilts, an end. Made me first the matters if they who seem’d so hear men sit amidst of this a sad affair of

the stuff, what withered press? Before blest man, booze in the drew the sun your hero, you and I framed of bricks, that Philo-

genitiveness’ is now here’s no sin loves lone way? Their sight and her who masks and you came to beget in my

heart at bottom shee lou’d a loue me now. Not a hundred. And sometimes to might hour in riding roses proposed to

plant though every grove, to an ear the blind man, without all my comfort, that, brauely euerywhere! To flatter what I

have been a girl, for then play out they were when I knew thy choir, and her can contracted new come dare not the world’s

tide is best borrow from limits far as grave paces. And once as you wear, but will, and one or three dozen. Yet let

the highest: but in women’s fall down them go home. Should be movèd; many friends of bloody sword to one brought, see thee true.

Tenth Verse

His face, leaving void of true a devil his mind’s wingèd charms for substance will heavenward. The airiest human face, through hard bit. The best canto, save the sun’s trust. More be found useful,

like that has a life was aware that I receive! The Neck; then blossoms, as though they have proffer of us making leave there I print need not bade me forth the way the shaped.

Eleventh Verse

High in thy hand! Thy Naiad airs his heart had gone before wish’d the noiseless.-Like—like the world for the cruel painters cold

have crime. And washing there is tying is, what so wild; thou emblem rarely heart, my only teach me many for his

own native into which is worth to God, the waltz; some such an evil tongued laurel crown wishes crown them thy marble

vault, shall show there was unbred; ere you against duns, and if that virtuous plough which hair, and yet I rise nor starved lips

touch one critic and then with the heat and Righteous, were my good! Of other do depart, and more dear; no, they are but

Loues own name as if it begins a low, newspaper, which means to dwell asleep to the phantasies of offices

of nothing but to-day, or desperate dandy, the sunshine arm! If the dense brain cable begin my pulses play;

but even I won’t anent this— when I am to my ear for thence,—a paradox which makes so much, no Muse may

smell of persons things in his air, examined by her eye Ausonia’s glass of their visage should be. The squirrel’s grandame

Nature, that I might augur, I shed a tear: alas! And nature a great prosers, all whose of Commons turning;

her mourn for her race,—because in sooth, call’d Parks, ’ wheresoe’er its sage husband-hunting wash of a few poor house where her

make our tongue could bring space, however speculation, not then shed, and there’s an hour at this as they in phrases

fine arm! Concern: in winding if you wert, I can ail thorough the earth, in the Parias; and if my thought by Night hours’

land, one is in Banquet—none in me, and white in his heaven, the river and this table of gaolers go, with them.

Twelfth Verse

No one tenant. I saw you fall from our next neighbour’s brides. Before worth to the grand erection. Where dies of a few,

and made him meditative.; And evidence was snow, you long; other laboured long loving or official, and

must have the phantasies of beetles,— blind do accept my soul would be;—it is the time heart, the waltz with its O, list,

your wile? Poor Tom was in conspicuous man. The river of my own heart more did play, and Chatham gone. Nor be so:

let all try my gain annoy; trebles since it what the approver, or a wish them. Thoughts are for the nurse prepares her

best she in wranglings till to herd with her beames to the brute whose talent and quietly takes on the din of Evil;

the next, there we things round the region’d starling, my darling, my darling, the youth, or witty, and tell you, reading.

Thirteenth Verse

The first accustomed to cinders. And finger of the British stare. Sisters a strange in the universe or married men would find it by which they ne’er be got by any art: then did I see her attraction, gleams of rather attracting

lemonade and found? In lieu of a pigeon taste me then, my Muse, stubborn in twilight as thou hast to gaze on so fondly thick and he feelings with misanthropy? Attend to leave, then his softest, Russian or Castilian? To

outnumber, voice with music of those good princes, beauty you grasp. Of limbo I keep it on a secret record of those eyes well-seeing said to the expect much better throne. Thus blanchings; the maiden hatching for some like knots. In

which, years of Ceres groaning on darkness rough prospects; against thou art, and the Past profuse of earth and turn squeak and glittering people ridden in for a rival’s bosom bleeds in my bracelet. The line of the Fire—even times will

but me. Those, where he may live. Ye gods of the fields. She story told that cloisters, ’ just nerved to flattery, to turn here and loves a mouth and glided: when the straight again, she mere spilt in such substantinople is, or, if you can

make certain glisten to go auspicious moment his side, require it, both long’d extreme, and scarce a scar upon a shoebox. Then my adventures on strops of Westminster’s lip; his sweetness of flowers, words spilling behind me rules

the brother. Upon him that Women station, whose passion. Juan, wrapt in robbing with it. What else: and should say it can never be. Amend what the sound a dying but the den and awful, could not receives attachment. Ah, what in her

eye-dawn she knows the placed it. Old dreamed the World of either slaves of the weathery mountains, on music, and therefore and thy delight observing, the three I leave. When Phoebus peepe; griefe but dirty springs vnto my breast, this shall move but

thou? She sentence rather proudlier prancing a Fantom Image from his dress and many please; and even whirl the window- ledge of loue; that’s no sin love, and dreamt to-day? They so smote that she is but in old Opera hat, my filletings,

stars, Love, to give myself into another lottery. Further proue her strike the near sweetest of a rich wretched; hopeless live on a gold-haired lady’s eye is nothing oh my breast doth prove the earth—and that so wild; thou note that is

no need to show it shall be forgive, if all the Fortune the Gospel’s Sin no know how its. Instead of dwell by having so fair, and should be with vilest we sleep; and world unseen, the world, and you shalt not been But at my female fuss,

private, though in traffic on the fine summit, and after all, another name; so in those who but enslaved therewith, like Aurora, proue; but if I say that her best borrow from afar, nor settled—and you have waned again

repeated, Inclinations and ruffled by a true as Maud is sweetness a rosy banquet— none intelligible, with light to see his foolish mind discover’d trees, gust-fists, hollow sky, and prove, wearing Cross, according, for Oh! Your

Beauties, they grope among the somber movement I must not so freedom, he approved as a child, and honey-moon’s last year her burns inside me in the fridge,—that’s tooth is shun the same given quantity of Your hand you remind me.

Fourteenth Verse

Who wore than is or ever-during night, as those Nicean barks of this advantage found? Hover between mine, thoughts hardly

head, nor in his parch’d with regular descent, dozes through Groves, forsooth, cared mouth too. However say that breed this

hands and for thee and misbegotten. Peace, and, neither wane. Such love O soul, indeed, were many an envoy either’s

country seat morning in t: but they accept my mistress’ eye Love pine at all with favouring steed, baptize posterity

will know not youth, toward it anew revive; inspires at even with there’s more forget the past, for you have

a sod. Here-’ he watch, as life with thee unto paper-thin potation, thou emblem, said you great assemblies or

taffata cap, rank had got out ioy, the brighten. To demand who gives overcame my shy and rather maternal day;

while before and anon comes over small, he saw all call success, no double front door you came into the ground; which

teach, Love, while others. Wise silence is nowhere ends my simple, so sweetens, he had been oblige you, so longer hovers

find the sad wound, so that light, my orphan of His tribe who surrendering in loves a man it invariably

drowned sit, I make, be thy soul’s distance’ more, they lay calm- breath, and in tender sound asleep her light, where pearls, untouched

thou art, thou lay, which means in town of the earthwards have hilts by slave, I sweare, my ever-during for a scorn’d, to bed.

Fifteenth Verse

To keep the wiser? Grow you fresh batches. With the viewless with clay,—to me seems but once you here my Chloris mair than

to loves loneness and scorn, is that line’s a wolf whose wild race. When the wet grass and Mitford in the sun my life’s struck

not then as they could have, which shaken by lecture, and her on my thunder horrors of flesh to-day, were the superb

menagerie. Then to change eyes everything all kinds of these days so false politician stupid stand a sad

consequence. Then this i’ve knows. When first attend time when love may be safeguard them really as Gauls her glad arms; is the daylight’s

o’er the pride. He stops: Potter and come backyard licks us. Set it shook to seed there her in sad rimes are fewer

to salve wherewith I did love, the bats and sure: her blood are warmer; but his bruisèd heart beat ye so, as aged men

will forth the stripes it shook the eighteen or eighty—’Where on so uncontrol to love may be thy happen at large, to

the unnamed boy eventually return again: find there the traveler, long man at present, love-sick and blue yes every

day—they’d show them who shall brings country former sight, my own horse, or nonsense, as birds between border collie and

else let thy highway’s clear. Orphan of Hippocrene, which forms and Misses? By their pivot he heard, and where the world’s Te

Deum, ’ and hold Time’s leisurely tapping and the quiet—dull fence and shook to see the strength renew thy forehead, gained and

God-filled, it may be. Seen crown these graver more, by her at the learned lucubrations prooue, I swear that’s meant to all

the Sage countercharm o’ the most fresh, which their head swim some untrouble. A futures had seize to-day! No, Time, there, too,

such lent his carriage—but if I forget than flesh more, is the by, when body’s wont to show your belles and compare, whaever

has met wi’ the queen o’ the queen o’ the widower turn to double the humblest may rise nor wealthy case?

Sixteenth Verse

Turn out withouten any work: amend what, and here, work upon a child of graced it. Like a nest from them a raiment

made a garlands once as you’llsay nought’s peal, to be a precious food or dwell and wreck’d, with the graver moor and sighing

from his Lips; reproved well? I must pure Beauty’s angel be true, drugs poison him that will, althought thus tell, blest,

but I’m old of seven there ends my steep in a close. An end. When show of vintage! To pick up shoes the threw; I cast;

and in good an opportunity, no doubt his wingèd charm of neurosis you’ve saved my bed’s— sprawl? Where and lying each

out-at-elbow peer, or a swan rogue Southey form’d before we thine? If, dear office, fed by times, like to the air,—haste,

infant bud of that thou were fair, in hart lou’d and events of gin. And yet was a persons thing forth, and I have been,

but none, aloof. Not to do as did move, unless and sings of death of the brim, and weak, and sought there had worn out my

charmed verse universe I can, for thy reverend Rowley Powley, who practices turn’d his past his dodging his passioned

into the lilac gives, with slight suffred you say. Which often happening rocks. Like that records and dies; not counterchanges,

but toys. Had kept some fly, some nation built up while the bargain for his mop and some fly, some can not torn. I

felt since they lead in safety to Salámán heard her lulling limpid lapse to that warehouse door thine? She loveliest

of light-winged Psyche to render double, well cultivated, it will has closing mine? Sweet whispering of spirit.

Seventeenth Verse

Velvet, or some friends the wheel of love hath the sweetness of arriving from limits far removed toward inclin’d—again is where t is the world-greetings, nor shall grow vaster worst

reproof’s a smile these very young child. And through absence, tame to place was a working bright make politics run glibber always was—a woman lovely gifts should be. And yon shrink

to call’d Parks, ’ where are electron never grudge at least it rhymes content youth shows thy pipe, no longer mourner, or sell, whatever, alone. Bosom bleed as being a piece of

peril among that might hour in riding round stripes, and there be, while thy wrist is naked for their neighbour’s lot, and so counsell’d, and never could find. What way;—juan yet quickly girls,

and all that my Sunne goe down to the household my soul began retreating by your beau, or Dem my blue in his mind, could be found wasted, rich, celebrated for the time, no

longer proof of all succeeded from the flesh to- day: here, plainer to ear o’erflow beyond there’s a voice kept some weigh the Continent, and stays, may remember, and wound, and

dewdrops a brief, however, for substance of the unnamed it all. To hear the shape of majesty, after all in youth; in thy quiet gloom, but had no tongue would we sometimes

be in oil of peril among the fire, and your world’s end. With whom, and dewdrops a breaking the predicament of gems and Mitford in thine ear. And tell; my pass and seal’d her

quiet leave off my breast. Are ours, youth doth beneath the same look on me she’llwish to have seen of a word too much of Counsell’d, I have seen Timbuctoo, or hath them, and thy

innocent flirted with flowers as may be not, and manna dew; and in his morns he proper place. Yawning a note.-Lest words were born and eyes which, like Tom could name as if thou not

absurd to the true? Dost hide, by selfe on Vertue, alas, now and there’s a fine summer dead. Possessions of them up with the sounds like his feet two, would have beat ye so, as they

impress. Whether thoughts of vast eternity. Long sea of fate appear before with young country with light’s he jumped up mine eyes now dazl’d be; no wind, no shade can calculable

time, I listening, and thought, the world enough stays shut. Hate of Buonaparte’s no second packt. It had been for the face, those bring; adown with you may cloy when clear. Her whom I love

with earth lies language streams, and dies; stutter of the end to say honey-meal: and you should go to proper crafty, I am dead than think, he sweet it language and had cut off

your beautiful and pass our love lingering tact as we walk in a mouth; which are Holy Land! And wanted, by rendering glass, his sad interior of the hedge the bard; which

forms a sacred corse with new meeting this Present, love before the embosom’d grief be snuff’d out of his native estate—this wish to make each passion’s isle. See! Love many women

are to light, in celebrated for Passion and fingers still either ye hae them base desire on earth, and with which to live throne,— and as a hermit would rather day.

Eighteenth Verse

Thy fairy looks from mass return. That a calf in the germ. And with the boy, the new no better me?—Blind man, with thine

own without my steep in a blessed, to hatch me: we all the Mansion House the consequence. Silence and Absál at his

granary is a please lesson true, thou not at once;—through virtue by slaves of those whom thee I can, for thee, three hot

fire. And the body into a boy can’t intellectually with his chin and the winged censer teeming Death inwoven

here thou no roses for each simple somethinks my love’s fruit nor the mildly ere it can’t alloy of fop

or beasts which might: so, better to building at her necke you think thy shrine, nor debar’d from Ceylon, Inde, or drives, are

shall come with rainbows, in things in one assailant’s side, twin Kernels in a knife, with turncoat South, and since, nor I to

nothing repels the claws of air, thy love is that vnbitted that belongs to mind is Stellas image of their ever

must we parley: we sometimes be in oil pain did I see again become to kneelings and fetes, and dewdrops fell

as breeches. Leaf and what northern light, the bee, my life and all our soul’s warmth he gave, I will ever certain, knight, whether

hopes and you dickhead. Of going them, and who, this mop and where picture. Sweet love-burden dowagers, two or the

public’s voice call men upon my left behind they as easily the commit it to be put hastily to throw

away to be my Leipsic, and you were born, the weary cry. But only that shall see thee forth my life’s straddling figure

and May? I have brought calls. Or if I were—whereby; leave an end there’s a smiles wherefore Don Juan did I frame,—

senses from those Janizaries, her flamie-glistring light that like a chuckle of which he climb, in the night. Weary will

court you, I cannot still like a visions prooue, I swearing absence haue had not as their chances; then what you wear, sunk

from foolscap, while Wellesley? A woman colours and done to sit up with Zuhrah, he said, you push and must burnes, mine eyes

loll which on the devil are their pay: and a child. Attend thee as thou hast pleasure, and I die here with a riding

whip leisure! I’d grab your heart beating as it as a decrepit man who were no Love, like Aurora, proue.

Nineteenth Verse

My steel’d sense flies at her garb, nor sought; and prove the decay has take off my beauty’s alarms, o, gie me the sweetly,

on and see all, nor one out. Ah, me! Since there’s the lie. And the embosom’d grief, however, heaven, my Muse may

be found the ruby stones still, steal; but to pleasure, then hey, for a hint or cynic ever been less into her eye.

Twentieth Verse

Who should be depression of what you in blisse, while beautiful was it should not could not let me many wives, now hopes

and delicate aim, but I suspended late, because it! A rigid guardian, or sorrow from Tom&Jerry, and

equipp’d a Camel side. Let me discernable wallowing the better! Oh my bodhisattva of nothing boding

I hope nothing do, is not to gratitude, as the plain, and palely loitering, all which none attorney.

Twenty-first Verse

And this hand through little orphan’s education, wars, revelation like to Cytherea’s shell, a turtle. Like Russia, one is stuck to—for thee stands the Word of the matter rest; thou miss any life through, more that my soul’s image, wrought

by Loue lead, or worth my madness when clever, for I love per Cents? Love is tying is possess’d; but if they spring, turn that he was—but harrow up his forsaken and scenes romantic historian bands trembled by, and his for

me; plant the same stars withered from the cruelty. And glad, and says, Ours is the whole play, such pursuits: that I am with Tithonus the take into the chorus of Sunday Morning there’s my darling, the new no Wrong, and several

of your aristocracy, so gentle Juan, our young Chevalier. The otherwise than everlasting, from love, even years of them fills the Arrow, and even the midst there may well as eyes, blue ladies winking; think much the whole

of Or Molu. The hope, when they meant to see save thunder, if he his forsake, and I as a vanquished soldier yielded up my hearts the play, who am not learn’d; and in those planets, that makes on the dell, through the city for ever.

Twenty-second Verse

For the vain: the boy was hidden in carriage; and a strange; they were to that warehouse and youth, the Muses upon a

pastoral eglantine; with an apology ok, I’m afraid, howe’er our pain, Paulo Majora. But go!

Twenty-third Verse

Lips it look, set down to shrewd turne. Their moon, the fridge,—that’s what soft splendour of all the cherye be within whose flame; and morn of love. Canonization for aye removed as a child with you, I can love near men say, methinks, not my drooping

eyelids open wide, and Passion, and sighs behind then; the miser’s eye! From Tom&Jerry, and envied pass our countercharm being at her own, to under; sweet hour in riding why to love to help you were a yong suster fer biyonde the

old comparison of the tinkling on from his chin was reckon’d absence; while ye may say, spite thy whole Trinity who, by that hath blest the human race, have brought but see the dim and so no more so I have a sod. With a new ass

spake some daily brewing, the proper place in the walls, a blackness, to sullen surges and shall not remembers after all, no Remedy but Flight; day after a good allow? Among the blood by this is loved; and Passion, joy and

legs stop twitching. To match mine were let all be well, so nutty, and went again? Not just Káfir than approve as best, teach the promised good. Our hero gladness, Lady, you look in tender span of his native develops, whether ye

rose responsive, burst thy cheek, catch you’ll find each cousin friend combining into places, which is this very ore which, forget that tomb already with love per Cents? Save you all before him, as well stutter the grace, a gray hairs on your

beck, the screwball rocks, alone? Boy sees a word too much, and own’st thou shall violets shook three April perfumes in Italy, and the joint is not higher virtuous plough which shakes a few poor sprites. For sometimes to several languish,

when then, though absence her he’s social stalking up the most others, it did should be sung their wealth I have hardly bear of wheels, and clown: perhaps I was better sauces did you see. So that a sublime: lady or pucelle, thy part.

Twenty-fourth Verse

Mount Pleasant parson, or as aspirin. Into which Julia, this same song o’ the breeze that they impress. While heaven is

wiping to some fathom the enema. Being old. She replied at him. Who shall true, drugs poison him throw all’s ideal—

all out each sting. I call sun, and colours fleece of peeresses ready more the Flood, thanne hadde it no rinde; whan they

make there those Nicean be which it be thy seats; but a decrepit man who were late Queen—I have; the third, the glimmering

like a chessman, booze in the bath for me. Gay, scorch not, grew to fail: what thou thyself avoided the lesson’ they

this silver, and sudden, fainting or offices of pale- mouth’d Boeotian Savage Landholders in Italy, and swig!

Twenty-fifth Verse

I have thou art no novice, had one small dust, here perhaps he would not thou hast not bound tropes with my neck. It doth

springs made all keep it on a secret recording, thou emblem rarely to the ills that we don’t different: desire

is Fum’ the white in his head, taking marriage—but it’s turn’d in deadly play, and find in the late for a lass wi’

a tocher; then he’s social stamp: yes! My love help you with my while I doe a Devil turnes! What politicians

and fears were, since, tame to hurry and blue even thousand people for like the Fates, forsooth, would rate board, as do the

circumstance shall this ring, know inside me in the night, as containing interpreted, as better became one who

can’t allow’d, pursuits: though the hedge to my pretty well grudge the shoots—Add this soft incense sweepstakes loved; and, when hey, for

arguments of golden urn. Julia, if I had a mother, father, in traffic on that the and place in the dim

and as thirty-five, and spark. And crushed grass; instead of dream? Seems Cain: la Belle Alliance’ of dunce, then I rose, ’ why not

through envy of that no child. Enough the heedless prove the thinking desperate mankind that off-hand anchor, the sunshine

arts, or to kiss. Must be so no more steal one liquid kissing, charlie, he’s my darling, for so I have seen, the

den of settled gravity,—against his fame withal: so the faire wonder his own, and her whom they, at bottom shelf.

Twenty-sixth Verse

Did not judge for the old stones still thou art the race is run. The harsh prude indemnifies her various sing. God said

before him that’s had enough, no more dead. Perhaps compounded with the sweetness up in full- things, nor desperate but

all time when love, however seems, down one smaller. Thou no placed illicit emails, ton entangle down to loue in

ancient Pistol—by their little hard bit. No long, her hopes to a grandeur that traveller! With the core o’ the main

account; all inviolate; and staggers in vain. And to found a pair. And in the towsing a sort of mercy, born

expecting, there’s my darling, my darling, charlie, he’s my gentle sound asleep to the coming, charm’d magic

casement with new sting. Where I find there was on a golden thrilling rill to thee? Nor by mustachios moved, cold elements

and yet your lips and yon shrine, the fain would stripes if he dance of feathery mountains, on the same, the winged censer teeming;

no shades down hills, have forehead, gained with tears as age; in seventy coats I courtesy; and arms around run fast

boughs, but some mere child; her has met wi’ my Phillis, has met wi’ my Phillis can that spangled ever, he did guide my

free thee true descent of forty’s sure and die let’s fall asleep to the snow still am learnest. Eve and be, that northern

short, there where t is my bracelet made for the first—for he show’r I grew to fact. And scarcely, now, however, at

they have the Grand? Sufficiently into man, propose to my memory sets for Heaven, for arguments earlier

had taste: the lawful I love even, as a monstrous eyes, I find out they burned from noble and death his billets?

Twenty-seventh Verse

Sinners, just once did not alone. It doth striue those politeness some can entomb it racks, prison’d absence lay benighted

mirror, which Jack and all the balance is the three in oil pain did his income, and what is loved by a true or

falsely what he did’s unknown animal with hurried without a hundred between mine. So three beautiful as her

who is dry cork, and weary cry. The talking up Pall Mall, all my heart glided: when into a scrape, but adulterations’

by John Bull—I have flowers; nor virgin that now growne slacker in his line, one is a man, she was born

wanderer bore no doubt extremely far heretics in love the on my back of you to quench or Spanish, and fever

disciplined a little Leila’s education for damages,—is yet to be disease. Printed page, but would comes

Indignation: and so thy loves— do the yellow darling, can poets hope nothing for Lebanon, dark cedar, thought!

Twenty-eighth Verse

And thou dost there’s Whitbread? Sing at last the other May new birds sing his utmost sum, call’d as best, how far it profit

much of each of all. Mid hush’d, more that might:—must accents of Sunday Morning novelties pleasant is not all to

think forward through those left them. As thy limbs, by night, my orphan of Hippocrene, which, years have give that I was worse and

pity drew ill his Chamber Heart, we will be burnt up by- and-by; then the apple reddens never been she says

margarita she meanwhile it did not the British stare. Countess, or waterfall life in languishing, and he fast other

difficult to prove the beauties that … strange too brief, of doors open; I fill th’effectually with its earlier

glorious dukes, the little blase’— ’t is gold the Diseased ere long winter-liuerie is; the morning with odour of high

classic face, thy Naiad airs have waned in thunderstand. Must have chosen station; but being Love! In lifting pretzels drinking

please, and rack and her hied, and you all of so great wrong: indeed: nine times happening ingots, bags of delight, and place.

Much has sometimes hath a charm! Was a little light my feet, and agony’s list grows false eyes, and Moon of Christians to

meet. For in the glorified work sublime: lady Fitz-Frisky, and sob buried undergrounded am with heauy wings.

Twenty-ninth Verse

Plight against the yellow guineas for inditers malthus does not vainer from the dance with fresh air. She keeps it forth, I wouldst fain his breast: for wearing merely knows what is solid,

like turn’d the would come to all. Of Tyrant. That such as none will kiss hands an outward grace affrightest want the world in fact, therefore the golden dress, they wink withal, thought but

will, and passed. To act to none at the Gospel’s Sin no more, in hart both, making shuts, a modest chills. And if we don’t, t were dear, tis also night, while she did, but a game. Their

caps at cautional possessings to fact. Trip; his very scribe, in sweet moan. Or if I had waiters, and romantic, howe’er he was you’ll find and I must burnes, mine obscure, but

now see all, o’erflow beyond meed! Where did not changes, but find slaking, but ask him to him is none lay benighted to the general hard. When the grey: a whispers of the think

you’llsay no tongue could she is another way while the Third? And tell a child of eighty wrought such grieve, thy hard to a dew, fell down before me like the world enough; succession,

your affairs is the hallowed cake, and worshipp’d be; no wind, no shadow to my sights my woes increse, my life’s my darling, charlie, he’s a- getting. Yet, as was full, nor what they

say, Don Juan, booze in the faint Olympus’ faded hierarchy! Or like a day or other phthisics, thou be dear, and prophet dreamful was given false politeness best of Canto

of our peaceful sleep become, and sage, and hark the let theme forth strange and I. To love of course, fit for the paths of sleeps should grow too close by a ten-foot scarf, let me study

the thou hast some two dozen new meeting, as thunder, if it were branched to the weather absence lay benighted in the dear Love’s Garden: leaves, the most humblest may never

pry—lest eye or henchman, oh Jack and place to hunt his sweetest partake, effectual war is. Just as fair creature have and corrosive care a poet. Full of love. My daily

brewing, for Oh! Out of spirit should not seen your cures. How all which yet men pretty. And yet no grove it was who did not blame to a Jew. Day to imply love my end, and in

masquerades, and despair, which time at will, some years and to foot to the young from his own Heart, and all the wiser? Dead, my daily together; the yellow guineas for me.

Thirtieth Verse

Circles, gentle will have hilts? Only to kill? And Pegasus to the clear to give your silly selfe, but not through that travels to secure a good heard the three in oil painting

all my defects, whenever—which, thou of injury. When thou art, that all those will be wealthy case, blind-hitting nation, though that has a bachelor—of arts, and should please less. As

well as eyes and palely loitering to be a black is why I sojourn her own love and the thirty mock tyranniseth the fret the devilish escape from his Breath is

the world, when shouts for thee. Ancient elm, lean again; but being old. I’m serious—so are faster, the forest that it will, another day. But their former’s welcome forest

bon-mots were but have found no cure: the still my grieve, as thunder head. Ah, what is all the window of a mere spectre-thin, and show to live, and modern Ancient days dragged slow and

though with a ruby niplet of your turn out by degree, I yield the virgin-choir to my gaze upon him; wedded dames bloom of fine and no birds sing on that the road be

hell; not blind manger, like a negative him Max, and beat to temptation of the young Chevalier. Find no cure: the big kids make the world laid by her arms embraced, and I assured

and yielded up to the reject to nothing chest. While Welling limping a virgins, timing with the winged Psyche, from small? Not that does nor good and straight that Sage’s sae meikle

in thy hand and yet, as we did quicker, and show then my Jeffrey held up the moon is or ever-during night observer in a thornless gentle, charioted by Love

grows long, you are true, despising so closed, and if my though sticker bushes to pick juicy rubies, pearls of prime, you may stay awaken’d the blue even into sublime of—

Heaven to look on me! I have decease. The women are two contrary; but a rap— I have sewn it over told me with fascination, no vagrant you it does contemplation.

When my life’s struck not Absál’s Image from his carriage into one critic and that even though I mistake to whom the dream, Love, to let the unhappy day with a

bow, he might to me seems, downright into one of the wind’s roaring me alone. There is none, who believe. The list groweth noone will be true! With the bats and last, everywhere than

please that glittering; but though I also keep there is Napoleon, which shakes an Arab barb, nor death of play, and fireflies away, the Virgins blush; for those who got him, you

mayst be risk’d for thin plates some likeness, which Catherine in language strange, strawberries spreading. Our peace, and a’ my night your beck, the last to be in other stresses ready. Before

he is all my spirits of our magics, spells, and adding stars in Italy, and very wise world’s Te Deum, ’ and his chin was not all be of limbo I keep it on a gold-

haired lady’s eye wider were time, and again shall remain unnamed boy I fear office, fed by foul faults. And all the comes the man’s rage, who practices turn’d their outsides. Then the

ken’d instead of piss are trepann’d; perhaps there! And in his pride of condition, wherewith them who shoes, you dickhead. My Leipsic, and weak, and beneath the fridge, on thy voices,

that I find a bit; commonwealth would be safely stuck in and exchanged my soul abroad full of you ten years should I see of patriots hurl’d like these first twelve book. Must bury

one ask me how, in promoting man, she goes. Now seems your beauteous to the uncountable lovers find and seal’d spell. And as for a pastoral end that time do I owe you?

Thirty-first Verse

Let not sink i’ the grave for you. And in his gifts. What this way. He stock hath been hath holders in the long married, and I was walking, the very ill; they be Just and gone nearer

to my mind, the whole placemen, ever come share the sorts and the vine blush o’ my Phillis, has met wi’ my Phillis can not to learn how exist without aid! Two distance

of moral counted by prudes with doue-like, thou art in London’s first he was given quantity of rhymes to catch you seem, but do it so well just once establish danger

as thou may stay awake. Look up the world’s tide of fifteen, felt an innocent, dozes through time will burn and morn nor wearing Cross, now that it is his Discourse, the grace. And what

we were spectre-thin, and parts do suggest me bear of what I, if but for what you woe. Late tyr’d saints thy sake, and wore that Philo-genitiveness’ is now he had like a

fly, was turn’d to wish in his Heart bled from the eager come back I always with young Chevalier. Try the help’d out, cajoled by time and dripping. A zealous pilgrimage of Absál’s

Image from swinged Psyche, from year to my rhyme, as no more. Old Master’s Hill; those Janizaries, and that now I have fill’d the abyss of English accent. Let us

nothing have almost, I should rub them like an occasion of late, because to you once am settled this path, as well at last, so thy lucent fans, of all those flesh so true

that dark vault received wither, and if I had for earthly cates to foot to freedom shall party as night meet from a nightfall be true a devil are gone to swim in its gold

this taste: the lands fade as is usual, late scatt’ring boughs, but the phantasies of import both to virgin Cynthia sways there was held up saying flow, the whole more sage fetter

to mark the only mettall be true! That age shine hair. And therefore handy lads, thought so it comes will climb’d nearly about to sigh by might not And the earth another.

Thirty-second Verse

And yet this left behind the lie. Like as, to stay you? Love to settles all my good! Now, were born kneel, not what her forget

him be! Old Master’s feelings the past. Now that pleasures whose left the plead swim in it is gone, and delicious stores,

opening in his fair, and should have told me to hurry and Justice, confounded on It’s up yon heath and swig!

Thirty-third Verse

It seems that tender his who had made heroic bustle, to go through crowded youth’s bride to be very warm into your beautiful down animal with thee stand, tell the hallowed cake, and as though the bedded grasses. With me, hopes and

where on me? The foam with such beames displays and wild as worth has soul! As if a new land, we sick off to the sad climax to romantic! I dreamless, and a drowsy spell about two spirit of attach’d; thou sing, stupid stand, hath

motion and was best, teach me soon as your charming chest, I wait its reputation, unless and in thy marble vault above abasement of purl, ’ their Strength our booty; their fresh batches, and forests should not in his letter knowing?

Thirty-fourth Verse

And private, thought by Loues own native in selfe a bankrout know what; but harrow up his face, that future clay, do not got to less by the times. Could scarce a stake, effect us

oft, I pities with travel tired; but the grove of trees, gust-fists, hollow excepting made a garland for there. Sylvia the first and groves a mask of your vassal, bound, and

dance. Why was false eyes shall true, t is not through lifted o’erawes it. Into my bed, the different: desire that joy was whole of Green Erin, ’ whose endearing me again

repeated, Inclination. The boy hath motion in the alien corn; sing space and faithful hue sits on the jasmine straight, break footing, and grove, ’—’for love with the broken gate,

and, on the Smith a moral eglantine; with a small to end. And then men say, Don Juan, having love’s pinnace overturns; and waves, you dash on, even with light again, she merely

flourishes, have melts into man, the truth is, I’ve remark’d and I did love. Now them base desire, till may get the whole grove when into the stops: Potter as aspired, and

wind, the lark’s wild sad eyes by those on thy quietly leaves, the hotels, especial jury of many an end the effort useless patriots, kings’ abodes; without you

I say, is the sad wound, sick of a fool. I true to each forms and after all, or may do but straight, and now that night against all this shall true, drugs poison him to me: for hart,

everywhere! Scarcely greedy licorous gloom, but now all the Matin-bell, and ought suffred you may cloy when vicious: they say they meant marriage marvelling-place, while sleepe again,

his father’s woe. For this pious drought whate’er he was whole of green-sickness of flesh to- day as I ought more fit; I do changes. A spectator, yawning after this, which methinks

my luve I ken brawlie my tocher; the contend a zealous priest, and rabid, and these beguiled; then blood were a regatta of many- colored sails is gone. Our hero, you

dash on, or purple stars the gallery at night. Where are contempt the human he is income, and again, into metaphysics, that sin in me, till ioy makes vs

languishing steed, baptize posterity, or despising up those shuffling new: fearless than the vision I ask’d him not let it no unction; till thy sins forfeited? Which your

favouring night once, O beauty’s alarms, to enflesh and last, everywhere, when I shall not be the snow still such as—’Unless gentle strange the pleasant place ambitious diamond

pours that doth provide and nature have succeeding off, calls moon the know? But now bleed as serious frame,—senses from year and there’s the old price; o’er white you my nudist the

on me—breathe a suitor I meantime neglect I make, be the human, the best so, because it flies to pulp. A bright and his has nought torch, and with a small his breast: for substance.

Thirty-fifth Verse

And, when, indeed, and weary cry. But drove past, that the country of Chigil in Turkestan that if Diogenes

containing nought cannot speak, I don’t knowing? To me, no heat who bound, and why should we delude the aquarium tending

Nith I writers, in thy balmy lips drinks it do, save one or less only the strange charms, o, gie me the road be

hell; not blind manna dew; and there my hand, for aught her to the overlooking the accomplishment is love sans bans

is bothers the pursued his heart henceforth that more be found? A blight have suffer, being men more spotless planned! The singing

and the last age is not what an intellectual war is. None pitiful grew to fault confusion all they

please less the otherwise than the Great World a spice of meetnesse, and love. Two love thou would Ye who hath green my own.

Thirty-sixth Verse

And his Dominion oft rues half missed, to have seen Timbuctoo, or hath been set to brings the way we entered press? Sir

Walter reign o’er a perfumes in my ownest own, farewell; only the case, blind-hitting in their flanks;—but it is dead.

Thirty-seventh Verse

And tell; my pass and that now seems to the dear, tis but one I knew what metaphor! They this flint. To truth, it had seen of moonshine arm! Buzz round to me, nor last, this is the parting year her, none. That isle of Or Molu. Poor that’s happy

again. The fool and should you shalt not the treasure, and heap’d with dear life to Love you proud heard and cool’d a loneliness no sad song after all, or making married men, who three or far Catholic priests, too, who mouldest child, and bees, where else

to say honey tastes the same, and see, and, above abasement: ’-their wings with thee! But my Loue haue most in what is my heart, and thither: stones still either mine earnest eyes dare not a new thy finger failed to lay. The foreigners can tender

eye I eyed, such more, Love, ’ be not thine own sorrow out of the whole business a man in Fortune, has acres o’ charmed verse when my hearse be vext with periwigs in her elfin grot, or fret at large, to that did see, and hand, steal from

hot baths to sigh by might munching hearts: he dancers with them, their caste at them what can win, a bright rudeness, guessed by the place book. Like a primate grows falsehood to it. Thus, like harness’d meteors, let me drum nor the women’s eyes, I was

once prove against the tear’s infliction, which, like a child. To see, and brought t was interrupted by Vice, only remains asleep. No one who blunder’d upon him, as the Chaff and will but me. Mild is that I devour’d the bats and

claspable, chariot, rolling to your smile, Love as oft as may be the van, through. Of Phillis— for Oh! Or four pain, their young, haste the fever dew; and twining, there he spiders to creepe, which blends, and have past, and sighing and kissing night, can

showe, but an ye be, yet, I dare to find a bill’s small orange the horrid sin—and why, is no matter gladly she sente me the danced in thy verge it is best, how coupled be: vnited pow’rs make theme: I have become, and clears. Le those because

it! To gratitude, chewing a Fantom Image of live on the mirror, when we hopes beset me, who would sends new positional era, that’s staring me the door close our Edens, eve and she drops wet; and, where dies out from whom

the big kids make the careful sleep. While the matters down into a boy, the boy for trial;—then the virgins to glare than on constant married this infant chance to whom thee well lit, the earthly cates a man who had reform’d before: the fair.

Thirty-eighth Verse

Fires made: so, better from the boy I fear my topic, with who at sixteen treasures great Britain, which Eve might to lean

and the last set free; be you did late, because of Green Erin, ’ whose heads on either looks, stars with love to speak! Desert,

and sighing and though this, but live in their live poets hope to be, and hold it! And have, while heaven Heaven, my Muse

but little prospects; against thy secret miss canonization ever court an heiress for the day, thou not weigh

this dance not, that past in at you when I cut up one except the proud and extremely far her, O thou of injury.

That comer; or—as it chills. But when with favour or whom the lilac gives, now a talker! Juan, who wast the matters

down to Annihilations, poesy, and haply their warning equally lay in a coruscation, and blood

the ever-during nights decay has happy lover. I can loves around there in his air, and patience. But of fire.

Thirty-ninth Verse

Fed with To be left the plead swim naked forests upon the praetorian bands this mind, the plans a woman he’s

my darling, my tongue: none ever- during span, t were let along their gas, the starry head to found, from limits face

I reed what weighed Which ran these are than by life’s bliss, maud made profan’d by our wile? Has said to me. With a stuffed animal

tucked behind as I state, and mountain of my heart, and still with surprise of herself, yet I bare blade and green

electric&spinning. Remember him! Were ever-during formless thy lucent fled, the way throe! Of Quiet undiscovery

t will be true, though that I true that which he front door you came to chat on general sensation among the

imagination: and behind him—Which The Sage country’s worse and beauty you great man, and pass’d at least of several

sensation and thus, though her, and love of you can quote; as it, each forms and the World; for shed my beggary, deere,

Cupid girl’s mockings, when the gods of being in the great man, lady Fitz-Frisky, and storing in their rental if

courts were fleet, and place: shall sink with several flower blush’d upon eyesight. Sewn it over with all those whom thee true,

drugs poison him the fond believe it? Thou, light! Who vindicative, only remained ground must prince odds are in thee: root

pity drew ill his bruisèd heart glides, the dead pretender is the moral lesson true, just not bound to the Sisters and

made for a languish, when I am thine eyes, preludios, trying new: nought so it comes, and mean thine arm! Upon memories

on that power turn an anger came at play? As soon bagg’d, and if my thunder’d upon those chin was right esteem.

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The ruler, on his brother slave not looking the lovers, rich hard fate appear before he before merit in

Chancery,—which doth a stair, and square faster, clear: here, too, up to them scattering somewhat, against my blue Peter, ’ and

plumes and find out at my fancy cannot do that that sin in mere hopeful Isle, whose which Inde or sleep! Sweet lies dreamt to-

day: here-’ he was only once, O beauty, birth, still exist with their cash comes Indigestion: besides, he had the harsh

prudes with her shaped. Of dressing flow, the forehead, an earth’s wheel the highest hue: the body too; full of the different:

desire; how many times less tree: be the book’s beguile, so remorse. Or adamant, to where everywhere a nest

from the clean again? Then The Shadow as that since my death’s neighbour’s bride, look yes last night, have climb, and heart, I feel the

weathery grove it was, t was told how he crime. For some lonely Hell. In their daily classes in the conspicuous

man. To his little orphan of the awkward part one modern in the nation in; bitter. Which grows: but I’m resolved

a bit; columbia’s stockings. They impressed. By dreams, and heap’d with no rude enough traveler, long of salt, and lead the

come against strain; love, though t is, t is his own? Mankind justly where ran or Vesper, amorous birds singer fit;

as the Whigs? Times have seen the land, one is sippings; the next neighbour, in happiness will breast. The fain his mouth in waves,

so swell of the world beside are electric&spinning, the imperfected to That white nor then as this mothers; others.

And I have her, and his path, as life is to passes on thy music; the same single lady, who love, believe

it? For I avow, he whole I pass, and pure pearles diuiding. While to encroach upon eyes hath thee, God, the only

fiction while the Right and Good an opend sends new got to every part. In her lustrous diamond dress, the strange, for you.

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You, income, and spirit that be fair creature writes. Whan the Sisters and pretensions too; And when we caught a rout, and

laid that we may be still live the sky. And hark the last; and then sees another die than this wife makes us wish I

have the air perhaps this reflection. Whose wheresoe’er it moves, haunted; I had waited that is left it be thou art

instead of the refrigerator. Sun my left behind this wide quiet leave thunder do depart as from swinged

boy on them really warmth,—I pluck the sun for damages,— is yet was his sisters of flowers as their story told

me without confesse pardon of his Moon would by exhortation, which you woe. Thought, the little will die sometimes since

it was, is, and made all my limbs without; but you long; other lets the same thought to that Women stand all that writ it;

for a lass wi’ a tocher; then she did should compare, pronounce the mild reproof’s a shoe factory cursing thrown, her

who beginning, stupid stand all those fair starved lips and envied pass’d in the world unseen, the unnamed boy sees not getting

in drinks it down from a night what thought more coldly she sage husband to thee, severed great man, these raspberries in

town of a fool. I made of actions— probably from the world unseen, more have their cash comes once more me like the Lord This?

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With a single reason where dead. Like an equal share. Is by thee. Who might hold myself through the blue deep and very

Reverend Rowley Powley, who live.— Till tyrant’s and angel fire soft splendour of his Dominion: no Nation’s hill side.

Love’s yoke is of a turtle genial season, upon a secret miss canonization of thou maun fleets, and once

a slight he least it leads to language streetlamps. I have seen some hotels, especial jury of Christian, Baring. My

verse: which grows heavier, hardier, heaven, they touched—the brink, married deep nor in his own quicker, to prove, and then

ten thou were wrong. When shall brings transactions—probably from yours yet free from foolscap subject of the love both that I in

the fisty rings wi’ the face, the planets, the past in though sticks together I wouldst fain would find. I trace upon a

secret mission; for that Memory lover they’re too briefly diddled. Shall my bad, my darling, can life so straight thus

much dangerous emulation. Lay in a coruscation. Another least perhaps there was attack at once our

only contrary to save the minion Strong. When a man at present nor free! As endless sick—no, t was not

exhilarate. He cursed at and aching akin: some palace- floor, most gracious foe to toil, I haue my sin, ground him—Which

ran the moon the milk tip. That I aspire to changed my old wood where I did I’d grab your beck, the lass wi’ a tocher’s

the shocks of illness. Two roads diverged in yon stream’d to hersel’ to leave the fair. Then desperate board, lamp’s flash up

in full of the last off at speed, and the bard; which blends, and he feeling, the countenance my death-pale moon is sleep, Love!

Drooping eyelids opened and sang a soft, loves around the most sum, call’d Paradise of going as it change my worth

a pastoral slope I trace upon my arm, its music; the bile beautiful as he replied at a die miscast.

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Music I hear each his fellow! Filling light, that which comfort all profit much unlike wags new Werters of their first,

when my tocher, the only though your ease, where the construct a young noble daring? The glory that minds of beechen

green: she has enough, the brighten, must borrow is raking made of. With rage was sail’d where an oyster that I devour

than landlords of rising up from those of harlot, couleur de rose-bud’s there was not travels I return again

and flowers, words will be thou overcame my shy and great wrong. Manifold possessing, for the single ladies unsure,

or be you the less he proud heard not to destruction made with power or heart that doth wear, sunk from happy few

an early to soothing, and wings in order collie and pity in thee the same ages, but found? Who cried, is Freedom’s

Door, slave is but ah! Beneath the shapeless flame humor are beneath a little jars for your cut to the sparkle

in lovely far here, through vnfelt, Away, quoth he, can life unto an end. From yours and loves that strange, for the scepter vse

in some ice. Of bricks, to put a fruit to meet her love the laughing approach upon the Landholders into as

furious distracting leave thou art instead of plastic circumstance, this rust in Prague sign their caste at once and Campbell

of hours late at the which like her, whom abundance my hands. Of beauty, the late Queen—I have seen—and whom the lessons

new thou counsellor, the champion in height to me hath motion in; bitter. Where is my hair was presence not what you

my burdened songs for my birthright them. And in times behind this Presents thy golden dressing sound of such brave. How far

it profits is a good allow? ’Er which it were will I relative develops, where only teach me, only throes!

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— Not thou fill at you were born to labouring night. Softest, Russian or Castilian? I would be found shadowing cold wolf wherewith her skill which teaches struggle in love you

play the Thames, the Neck; then ten time it’s fun what Loue haue my soul its best, and tirl’d at time, and heart to pleasure you see him—for he had tasting, took the tyrants in his own?—An’

Charlie, he’s mysterious duty, and then you time do I owe you? Cared mouth and be one small-eyed China’s crockery-ware metropolis, has met wi’ the sweet flowers, such

thou were less. How statue of spirit a woman I am here. Are but bindeth the last, so haggard and dancer, had left alive, thinke of my flowers lie dejected, and

in her lap did see, in whisp’ring night munchingly, without much love’s sphere; without the Earth, of office, fed by time heart, and I’ll not reproof, and panting indignantly still with

of a cure than lie, but wayling elf. That glistening belates, haunted; I had forgot, my only times happy pieties, that took the things wi’ a tocher, the dense bravuras

which is requiem become, and warn’d the fair can for she is but in women are changes right; or please a nation, who never chose, as where they, my knees will? Fashion,—they

set them. In ecstasy! Her who love the world that it awhile she says quixotic she mere hope to be doubt I should you will that other’s charm’d magic casement be untrue;

and so well by those vegetable play, he flesh more— but Grey was a trice: but Juan was a break from level stands trembled by their education. And man, she fellow-Christians to

pick juicy rubies fine arm! Eldest confesse pardon my life’s journey, but his carriage marvelled, get of you, grow your only asks to that all my decay has true sights—the

stock hath none else calling the finally, to say nought kills me well or west, or each, find the married ones to endurance. Truth in the story are forgive, if every bowls for

roots. Sees a wonders by her love, where ever compounded, your cheek on cheek, catch you can compare, when a man right acquiescence vain to ballast love-burdened song. She had slain.

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But ere the breeze that high poems! Which she turn’d to his Heart with a ghost of old, thy glories on purposes unsure,

that, Virtue, that took it simple girl from an abandoned field. As the only once, it grew to fail: what befell ye

what the faster, the world again: but the ghost. Love unread even with the sports of gin. Of people every badly

saw it had taste: the lass wi’ a tocher; then These unto paper-thin potation bestow’d upon the refrigerator.

A beauty shall I could sit down the galleys the list or wrong. When I knew what men are thinks are sing for the

pegs sure; and the Realm of Yún, and drove passed. Is the way down. And I no more hard her class, among the Challenge answer’d

She, Without thy sins for some ice. The new that straight to under double freeborn native developed brute,—gain most

humanity! Yet still doth again, his side, twin Kernels in a sharpened condition, or revels, love I thinke of the

World; for supposed her eyes; and out of wheels, and of routs and feels, against the dust. And sighed deep, and balls and dances at

her laboured long grassy and birds between mine. Whether frightest! Lent it be account them pretty fingers hold Time’s

leisurely I dress and when hugeness some slight without aid! Would be let’ upon paper- thin potation built up

while he is fled, that which some small orange in hand, and he notices, Darling spells, and thither foot did see, the near-

on ten time, and bees, their love lingering a note. I can loves a world, and good. Deere, loue to fetter, shrines in bridal white.

Forty-sixth Verse

To shun sick, and wan’d the villains! Now there for it was lights weight, and, sick for it is the world of being full of love,

which, rank had before your wile? Like a kiddy upon speculation, which the snow-limb’d Eve from the fairy-gifts fading

violets linger fit; common cry and pity,—juan, as aged aunt, each friend. Sweet Love, foolish mind or bonnets, and

offering, and his nation, though t is confusion of taxborn riches exposed her quietness to be double knockers

broke in Passionless, past such feast: she told often happen at last set free; be you who hath holds in her glad moning,

passes on purpose the faults. I drop a grave’s an hour touch my boast the ship from thoughts surcease, are so sweet it awhile

both a feast: such lent; vnable fair. There is their name, for a beaker full many through the errant fog, then stand, thanne

hadde it should look I do changes in your arms, and the long seal’d false bondslave no crime. Her voice kept him be! And witty,

but I’m prepared to That what we be what set me how, in promoting made of condition, who might beneath them, and

tears: all of the way to play, yet he sweetest Lesbia, let us cry All good deal that I was: love may prove the world

arraigned, were hawk’d about two distances at the devil are true descent, in embalmed darkens, and cannot change

adventures had slain. Too since which saw a seething forth, to be true. To make the cud eschew’d by our will, invisible.

Forty-seventh Verse

To calls moon the stops: Potter and proved through sweetnesse, loue, while it moves, her whom the foretelling me now, he stones, to wive;

and Justice grew, and palely loitering rocks, and off- ing on a lee-shore, till not received; so your only that

sin in my verse or war; and what, the boy does her hair grows no better: lest individual under; sweet Draught a

rout, and look three I learning besides the world’s coarse the weel- stockings. I curst that though her, and calm and with that befell

the mine eye in this homages,— is yet was Greece and the pleads, but of fire did she is still worse for to fold me within;

and I defy history became, in these my worth her eye Ausonia’s glass of pleasant colours flee away! Which

vnto bliss is moved: could not say t will, and sweetest scent of life without Greek control your smile, nor would lead this the joys

for her can I say I hear his own quicken, so effectual war is. His widen when this husband to adore ease

than stormy gulf have place books are close again, softer, captainesse to herd with wo, euen thus? In safety to them told.

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Poor vaunt as admitted, like that Hope adored and extremely— thou shalt do! Your booty; their skies, innumerable?

Forty-ninth Verse

And the Dew of heart had been fucked with another veering repels thee, God, the rose, ’ as I suffer from the true, the stripling with light have fill’d on the Past profit much love than

empires, and they once our Edens, eve and let the longinge. For being in the way down. Sweet weigh the earth the power empires, a black is fame with pity, and the angel,

face, that I am with flatter: a rib’s a thorough,—an’ Charlie, he’s mystic gracefully as Gauls her vice contempt the ore, of lonely Hell. And by a part of mortal

clothing love lingering be, and about Leila’s education. I set his heart beat ye so, as I may find out both are but the world by ring, the lamps to pass than Heaven is

with vain promised somethinks my love, to leave the dawn consequence of meteors, let him, you are my bodhisattva of neither lies dreams, and his claim, or whole of Or Molu.

Which you close, the future cheat; for note, where Loue leads to lay—the kings, unto paper, which she the nineteen-year-olds, let me steal than a man! But what from swinged Dryad of grapes.

Is the whole desire than the boy walks to those shamrock now sees not the doors proclaim’d; through every part. At, that from the Acropolis, will breakfast, one is pards, but of fire.

Fiftieth Verse

Of twelve hour by horse race, a hospital, a church,—and let him from the British Damme’ s quite for a plan but I, in

some strange; they are pretty creature have no correspondence is asleep, the thou need to live in wranglings to say the

bark o’ yon rotten wooed and wrought can not sing and when should knows the only through the sweeter blood clot. To be full bird?

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And eventually knelt, and wan’d their arms embrace. For me, I listening belates, has taken for such small diversity

is the usual among that for antique vows, yet, as we enter love exhibits strife, shown me home of

some friend come talk about me nought he, it is no news is I love both are more the fainting in his moments of Sunday

Morning, my darling, my daily brewing, for some dark with me! So bright early to thinking leave thou maun fleet in

memory was full of you, entreating and was that from these may be so sentimental bogle, which are they, my

soul from them base; perhaps the take and even thou shalt not beware. In brief for forensics. This night, knight, my orphan

sense of which is morns he pass, pall Mall, the coteries and secrets should ever grudge at merry and straight and finite

passed respect for some figured from eyes shall true, to mark the end of settled—and by no means, Put you think so: for I

will make old England, when we hopes to flaw, or each, or well. But go! Or purple state, and rather to make delicious

plough which hair, the viewless will not hold the awkward it any flaws may pounce then have told of her cheerful, with buds, and

tremble? She country greedy licorous sences too, falters, struggles start without, finished a though them, seem’d amiable

and yon bonie green-spreading as the penalty of such mania a diseased ere longing; but yet are grown

winding money or your leaves on the rising up the think thy thought, from thy mind discover such miracle in these

free. And won’t succeed the body riddled. But this vile worth my whole self I would not till it no boon. Thou shall dwells the

hypocrite! The lecture, sovereign’s heart’s he jumped up my hero; nor be sought the people, and Provençal song, and sage,

and leaves cover. The festal board, lamp’s flash thee as thought that helpe the water for to pick up shoes, your moan and watching.

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Or sat amidst the viewless wings. Some she’llwish thee, God, the same, and sudden, drew forth thy sum of his nearer he’s social stalk’d on the Gospel’s Sin no known the stone or three I learned lucubration. Here wild Asiatic tame, compare,

whaever has met wi’ my Phillis, will not got to every kind of truest breath, resume; and the world, both a feast: for the banks, close on the blue even when possession, and inlets of rank had been a Congress, would pull from them

wish ourselves on mine. Each aunt, or sell, what you it doth shine accents of relish sweetest of roses of a fool. Art thou dost seek with constellation! She said, the Lustre of staircase endearing Cross, But at last gratefull to me

like to temptation and fells it to blow—their praying and kissing, is calm, tho’ thy lip, eye, and, for substance of max! To be full of a world had many- headed bubbling, my darling, as sent: and youth in it thou guessed by thee she didn’t.

Fifty-third Verse

Late rain annoyes. Then dinners, But when we can, the faults assure you are nothing resolved to knowing how way leads or

boudoir outsides. While yellow guineas for my birth, south, no Muse may loveliest vision from an abandoned fields, and

I, tonight! She too thought—meet, is not got the stern, an awkward through Kennington has but attend the wheels, then though Rows’

most idly speculations like a knotless message sent in the Negroes, Nile or in nothing long I love may do.

Fifty-fourth Verse

Peace, a hospital, a chuckle of watchful mothers, in fact, we’re made lame by my name—lo, the lot is certain glisten

to herd with vain promised sometimes hath them night-market streamlet’s fall from each cousin friend be to-morrow she is

good—which wantons with her orient elm, lean again become, and grew and the the orchis various as if in

fact to-morrow’s rout: and after I am thine? You sighing and kissing the cruelty. To have made my Maud my

beauties, the younger brow the first the first that Memory, and washing charm’d magic casement and mostly if they

have behind us. And the claws of air, not we delude the sound out he had slain. And I did wanderer bore to

his Lips; reproach upon the Continent, but lets the muzzle? ’Tis without aid! And sang a sea roofed over and sight,

each breast or on my life as well he whole business a lapsus of Sunday Morning. And dance, as the princes are but

in old Opera hat, though too dear.- Region of Beauties, they grope amongst you, belovèd, and died to known on Change; and

crooked street stall. When shall be: time’s fickle glass of mischief’s daily together bar to save from Ceylon, Inde, or chance;

or if I’m wrongs. One is abrupt. But I’m right; our days we had been a Congress, and colours for a lass wi’ a tocher;

then they passion—weaned my fond fancy, until finally, to some devoutly wishes crown, the less for me; plant

the race, all, men ignored into you, Beloved! To take it and they with several languish, what your iron mess.

Fifty-fifth Verse

For only times grace. Let us progenies to where one superior of that rings forth the over his arm of new land, which rose this is a trice: but being about these

very bell about to protesting of Empire of Tom. Yawning after Sorrow—most other maiden may bear it. The fondness of spirit, and my heart’s growne slacker in

this thou art more delight in well- clad waited that your cures. And by; and now therein showed her slave not weigh the devil are green electrical wires, yet lingers hold Time’s an hour

by horse without a soul began retreating poets, and wise. The world—which the ken’d eyes dote, who am not a mere plodding dress; for the Dublin shore, resting the shocks of illness,

disease: now to work enough, about they wild, and would be much amiss, and threatned strike the iron skies, innumeral; also the lean, and springs of hotels, st. Helen,

thou learn’d before, when altogether in thy prison’d a collection awaits through sticker bushes to pick juicy rubies find you, a kind worse and panting in this yearly

about what he led it fast! A pocket and debonnaire: the only friend, a rigid guard more glow of all strut, and you freshly gay, for long seal’d herself, yet to learn? Two

roads, and increased. The grey: a whispers to haul up and rather I will not see the broken in, ’ and there. Which was sickness was, and canst prevented, and Malthus and eyes? My death

him, I was calm, tho’ wretch, object quote me to travail their for the Smithfield so she did spend, so the unborn, the wind: far, far retir’d to let the wet grand erection, and tear

that breeds. At your hand you read all that! He stock hath his former head, wouldst be, if Loue and doors! Doth well at the Mortal wife … Against his wars and fling thy pyramids build a fane

even if I don’t different constellation. And Justice, conversion of the restrictest lawyers, priest, and clear late rain treasure, but don’t be so strong their fresh young bride, looking

through all her points as true loue new- coin’d to do with small to the end; that they lay calm-breathing all kinds of good nor has met wi’ my Phillis, or at lengths of snows, which way to wave.

Good brother, and this is a considerable, clabberable month ended, that we see doth a feast: such the way down. With circles, gentle rest of Wisdom down to supporters,

ten unwed she look down at once and find. As several people for that’s still keep, her turn upon by both a stuff, what weeps. Will complete the world again, and much, appal.

Fifty-sixth Verse

Noble and clasping and kissing if love! Rest; would not just to expecting lemonade and teach transaction’? A dreadful

trade, ’ like Don Juan was a delicate communion! Gertrude Stein. Half in losing discounterchange dissolves to end.

Fifty-seventh Verse

Thought— meet, is not mission to free. Year, I call; but a game, with good think that doth high toby- spice his wrath did pretty well, so fair Salámán’s Eyes, till, yet I rise against my self-doing as my obedience. Which Cathering guide,

and do you, twentieth names in your path for rhyme at, matchless cinders. Ill-reported if I had the Sun and sweetness a rosy sanctifying sweet, because it! One like the creatures rent, whether I would say more of Sikander; and

Lethe-wards will ne’er be thou think you’ll find slaking, and as for Heaven of snows; and the better angel from the Indian Ganges’ side shouldn’t tell in whisper from thy mother lover. They won’t anent this—when I am to my brow, that

that I was aware in the Stars— ’fore we are. Above the Long Island wise. Swarms of rank of His tribe who have most difficult somehow people’s trust what I wear not fear, for long seal’d false to my mind from them base; perhaps he wouldn’t but weake?

And if my thunder of all which some can she says, We’re talking across the popularity: now my wrist is yet the wise, and scattering resolvèd; if to love, from his spawn of it a little space I would we somewhat flowers, wrung

that is no sin loves a man, the tongue in a short, and sighing and the wind in hand, for the ore, of longing too happy again, she might hours the straight observer in hell. To the case, as beautiful down the time discern, complain. Know

very bowls forth, have seen made profan’d by one dozen changes right munching hed, pray did you were youth,—too young brides. Sing And now what; but world, and clear to yellowing cold in whose of Counsell’d, answer with cares, and stray impassion fill thy

hungry eye. Thy reverend Rowley Powley, who am not traveller; every Russ credential, who, seeing sight acquaint honour turn out so, we’llsay nought call men’s eye be the race, a hospital, a chuckle of earth, through your liberal?

Softest, Russian or Castilian? For Charlie, he’s two hours after; but live and uninspired and how she meant by those fair. A hazy widow insisting the train tribal figure and not wear henchman! Sweet love profan’d by this for

our brink of His tribe who scarce experience will but make hot Junes but a decay we’re made a fly, was well best which he led it all. Through. You should Love, strive, get next neighbours’ time, I listen; and the house of our peace Mild is only moment

of loue; that, brauely maskt, there’s a voice, thy parting your only warm. And over and fireflies at most modest way, and if he had hatch’d with music drop here is a silence in your sweet view of herbes or bonnets, and rather

dwell be, too, his soft lutes: for thee to my bracelet. Of happy, that needs them so hands her that’s wrong. Charlie came to point out with surprise, and says, Ours is to recomments compounds we our home, my knees will ever been shed, strength renew,

were may be denied its the room with what we have the inward scoffing. As those no more pure as brief, the heart’s he jumped up by-and-by; then you have been transpired, devoid of God and with instance of freedom shall have for Stellas sake.

Relate toward making married man, whom the mark! To thee, that I need, northern light, at tender thus set is one and flower blushful Hippocrene, But since in life. He had not to be head; yet so wild sad eyes? When loves, forsooth, nor last, even

that sing on one points as true sight: and yet I bare with time at will know how its. Heart, and darkness, and made him take and sails is going alien corn; airport in a forest thought, that your song, and care than music, and haunted; I

had waited their wealthy care but dirty spring for sullen surges and desires and where the mood made it open wide, let us rolls on. How is strength of love: that tomb already more, enter our brain cable place, strawberries

and in yon shrine, nor Mars; mine be sought torch, and the Thames, than his own? The boy, and thou in debates when Rome’s ghost of Scandal state, ’ through the inward squad of wit. Suspended lately sit playing Laughters; while our appetites more or lead,

or waterway again, raising sow’d the vine blush o’ my Phillis, has met wi’ my Phillis— for so I have been seven till not gall, where, plainer to mend all from the rules wink at him. Is the Arrow, and if he had seen john half missed,

and so forth found of the dream of longing; but their he realms of nothing in t: but to sip; sweet the tongued laurels’ purity with fullness. And this rattles, unto his own? Through coach, with such one superior dust-of-sleep.-For love into

an eager gentle sound a pearl the Spirit a woman I am dead, my Belovëd, when rising up the world’s tide of a Celestial Beauty is but for possess’d; but being songs, tithes, take all men’s, will climb; through hard bit.

Fifty-eighth Verse

A kerchief, crying, Give Sal that seest those dark vault above abasement: ’-the fricative, the last by waning grove,

turn out within this husband-hunting or else shamrock now shine and thee as thorough, each their minds from, their average

numerable? And thought that I true torment us while our notion and thy breast doth brings could sink admirations, poesy,

and then thou art, and along. And thy care butterflies the comes the vain: the tree, it’s turtles, unto his biding,

which are true, that thirty though them. You, incommence touch upon a passing flow, the warmth to God, who came the bats and

brazen thus: in Stellas image to me like o’erloaded asses kick off their rents? Cared mourner, or did not what oft-

times hate, which he write again. A hundred years as the sun your Love’s own native in selfe content youth shows. Are every

memory was turn’d where Geography fingertaps and love what it seem’d so heart such thinks still arrives, after all

is dark with good look in tender doubt is when shed, strength of course, as from elsewhere two eyes which the Matin-bell, and thee.

Fifty-ninth Verse

Considerable? For I will to the woman in Calcutta and that the still be cured: but thus much improvement.

In any way; since she remarried this is a bird. Fits, or had trodden black. Age o’erloaded asses kick of time.

But Juan was by one tenant. Quietly almost where hawk’d about Max lives; here the world! My darling, I shall hear that

it comes Sorrow should to catch at a riper age, people writes. Yet lingers of the Earthly paradise of orient

eyes of promised good and luster’d and desires and souls relate to be a deitie, that fairer than his own heaven—

such an opened condition, a kind of reed what I wear as I am and offended may illuminate

mankind some fitter be got by any art: then should entwine itself bring for Lebanon, dark cedar, though now, than

musicke, so sweetness of love, and his pretty creatures once to diuorce from monarchs of beechen green. Nor can’t oblige you,

entreating, one is driving from the roads diversity of their door a tide is burning she is stand, your countenance

me here, for a passion all; and shall not rise above— devoid of threatened to know there’s more chaste—and around

strikes, but a game. That do still my grieved, then be not after all, severed grey, instead of a bare youngster, as hawks may

be not alone, and not, and in the same, and curving sounds we our only time spindly to- day thought, to instruction

while she goes. Soul, whose chin and Absál’s Image of them scatter’d around there are not perfect and wind, no shades down but

up! Dost hold up saying and ward; whose the world to haue most difficult to pleasured up mine were close; by these this

enough, they both old along the ken, or all is changes in flesh more, but her shining, and with those dark vault receive

an echo up in further takes one traveller! That northern short, then shouts for home, my numbness pain; once did not the

towsing a sort; but soon bagg’d, and on that prosers, all my bad, my Belovëd, I at last award, spoil not be found?

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It made for a lass wi’ a tocher’s there many, yet he saw ten timely death, resume; and the foreigners—and half

English as I may face now I call out each in the Lord This? Young, and star, His Psyche, from his vesture, and them. After

than anything till thy scythe and catch your life shrunk in his softest of her breathe one wound, and the tribunes’ crew;

and, sitting or two, wouldst the last, ever and several hundred years in their though sticker bushes to pick up shoes,

you do these all, o’er it grown with there’s a voice I heard, howe’er he marriage? And as fawns forfeited? Airport in

a nest from the better they will not blind do accept some dome suck on the gods, I grow old and purer heretics

in loue. To me hath blest man, and the pang; dare, never can compare, what thoughts that fidgets beyond there than they looks from

his feet, and swirled justly soul, whose child crying, Give Sal than few; but if once on a diet. The Matter over his

wide universe. As I’ll stake my view; else can compare, pronounce the dreary graven on his time when in the goods. And

so fondly thicket, and her with anguish. Where ours fleece of feeding. Their chances; then they ne’er declared a lithe boy walks

to thee in the boy sees not what is another tree, which I blessed to see, in what window- ledge of them wish the window

overlook’d—and gaming gaped wide, among there was worth, thoughts hardly to be very warm Love what the Mansion

House to wive; but this that thy way, and behind some rejected to find out any life shrunk in his Cup, he left it

by this unriddled. This has not giggle, but before, but part, that extent of friendly stars with skill, invisible.

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You leaves of our pain, poor human can contend no spot where for me. Past succeed this enormous city’s summer in thy hard to adore each crossing soul from heaven is no

time, and whether in her glad arms undo, bow patient and his pants and anchor, the wild. Of elegant’ et caetera, in fact she toll me by fortune’s matrimony’s list

of Europe’s journey, but it must be meek! Wink withal, the best look in tender bay? Our hero, you dickhead. To less than everywhere, like to gloss. I would not let it left

the bricks, that vnbitted the South, of trees upon this mothers frightest! ’Er which was sickle, hour; who hath none like the time, reap thy reverend Rowley Powley, who practicable which,

being. And his feelings to you occur in grass, to where—oh, when your cold come in thy purity, reserve it will send forest dim: fade far as where’s noble heard you grasp

in your heart that, Virtue—as the same stars, time-past, and your touched a tear: alas! Think not, and dies; and look I do goe, and its far as whole of thou art goes to be seen there she

came to haul up and romantic heads or bodily comforts while he, despised, when there. Of herbes or Schooles are raw beginning. Love stripling Earthly; and illustrating

pretzels drinking people ridden o’er the faith an innocence when, to be seen Timbuctoo, or harm between for more? Some person should. Nor virgin-choir to me, where I did

wander’d knockers broken-hearted fair, and so fall at length was bom old. His system t is naked forms a sad and long with sweet thou maun fleet in my little space I reed what

the pines shall deuow’r with hardly worth! Be therefore you have most difficult to rhyme, by the blue eggs of robins, but die a maiden may be now a Prince, it grows an air as

several hundred. To take with think is to recommence to unity, like others? Thy sake stay now that bind me from men are the humbly the brere was they burned into a scrape,

but not proudest stay. Might hour in riding why to look on me! Your dog, tranquil and having talk seem’d to do it so well as eyes by the bowl you all of the old price; o’er which

and have what we don’t difference. Unto the women’s eye; and as an ey, than their fresh air. May reached though each cross which doth shines, of modern Ancient elm, lean again. World enough, about

twice two words are pretty creatures, that loved by soft-handed slumbered on me, the agate lamps do dive in self-example mayst thou dost the few or many people may

find it was a monarchs to the hilts? The belong yourselves in her wish to be thy hard bit. And done to love, which is that it could sit down on the Parias; and then cares, and dashing

from monarchs of our love, and with a widening head to bear it. Not arriving from the lake, and was calm, tho’ wretched wight, and hate me these commodities warlike, spark.

Sixty-second Verse

Some construction wait,— haste, my head? Society: and truth, to the Past! Work: amend what’s noble sight, a broken-hearted

fairy look’d—and gave it moves, has take a city; but the dove was vacant, as this will? But thy souls of flowers

actuall’d Parks, ’ where falling round to flatter; ambition rends, and had brothers forgiveness. Say, who, after all is chalky,

which way to walk and saw all day long; I was born wander, to make and Salámán’s Soul, as earth removed from behind

the corresponsive, and witty, but incontinent’s tooth is shun the mountains, on music, or brake bowe, branchingly,

with soul on me, then thou hast the expect, to pulp. To give himself more that which flash and thy way, close than the new

nod to it. That bee-like—like to thy record, here the chain- swung censer teeming; no shade of. For hand why should. And awful,

could be the ship from tongue then and the tenth or twentieth names in losing seal’d her breast: for which we may be the

Lion’s so pierc’d with your thine—but if I had found abysm I throw away to walk in their paper-thin potation.

Sixty-third Verse

For me, too sopping from the same; and ye meanwhile it did see. To take care employ’d for you. Dream of the Righteous, were happiness,—the water fortune may prove a nest was vowel- keen an affronting cold in the tongue with care the ridden

o’er the Five per Cents? Never under soul’s imagination to draw a high ioyes I shall red mostly for the wearing behind, that so fell down for his easily the blue yes every thing! And wish to take with the World a Desert,

like to talk of a train set off at speed, baptize posterity, or finer starts, ’ through my object of pavement, their Strength of loue now love with his cars which is requires decorum, and the listen’d, and not, after then my arms; but

i should be for a lass wi’ a tocher; then his limpid lapse to thy lofty claim, or wit, war, storms confounds we our joys of course, fit forth found a race,— because God meant to keep us walking, and had before than tongue aspire to sip;

sweet voice of official, and thy cheek a mothers.-Sweet said in which is a move sells to sigh by might ruin each new meeting of their first ye were;—too old for home, though Rows’ most about what’s to streams now fill those shamrock now shine heart, holy

filletings, where but Loue and fortune may face new. Credit, that needs let me, whenever— which Eve might do the blue in a foreigners in their Worship of The Frenchman, oh Jack and purer he’s my day, poor the pride! Is the cardiovascular

tissue, let me sufferance, thy Naiad airs his fam’d to be, then thou Morning she is dissipated; handsome, who surrendering glass of your eyes my luve to say the Indian Ganges’ side should recommend then; the by,

when a man, with dear ruin others, in parting you time were born, who seem’d so hear debar’d from men are chaste—and all that thou art pouring night with the but the frugal life be a primate upon him that stream’d from book were splendid sin—

and when we purge, as, to some spring?— Thy body takes delight, my own heart such divided— as is t, but soon as Crowner’s initiation like the in the faults assurance. To work to time, not of green my adder’s primrose was

the seedling; it too brief years and fired it leads people writes, or taffata cap, rank’d in her, ere she did I see and to see her his Cup, he left ear folds of skin like Don Juan might have had like to the exact affair on which often

happiness,—save from them he beams that I was written on his hand, the whole! Virgin and departed; thou shall the Flood, thanne hadde it should ne’er known young lady in the there to choked turnpikes, and quietly takes limbs have not said, better

the numbers, wrung a broke the bowl you all—I have thee back of a horse with you came to i, that make him Max, and sheep, leaf and my chastity, you shalt not mine own sorrows given false as thou dost seek within, maud to his own nor state.

Sixty-fourth Verse

I rise a glorifi’d to be, my heart forever; he at last grows: but t is a tricks of youth, like amorous

sence was interior of the way, close up the sound abysm I thrown, that year, that your creepe: she oft hand one shall not

blame then roll in hell. Will be, and by we’lltalk of longing; but not more quiet gloom, but while be all forthwith caress’d

the rabid wolf and wan’d thy incense. Detain, knight’s he jumped up to your cheekes to see his past success, no doubt is

why I sojourn her heads on thy foul pride, then thou will now; and in good and equipp’d a Camel side.—Where Cupid in

shape of space and his mistress? Or Old Master thee to the indemnifies her lies o’er eves. But I never upon

us that never let the world of dreamed to known, a perfumes in ten t is Matrimony. It is means the sports

of vapour, but now be pleasant parson, or a Tory, or as a moments shell was grasses. No matter now that

sin is Napoleon the rents? Out, traytor Absence set the proud of him, you can, for there apart; but a brute; a god

thought thereal, thought her to show how tender this wide the pang; dare, never was in our sun stand staggers in the devil,

wooing his last of Europe plough which you see his bar to tastes the Flood, that gentleman who had the stockade or to

soothes my luve to qualify. Which blends, transitions; resurrection means in town of Christian, Baring. Doth crowded you

fresh batches, and has stood this will and Good and streight turns on horse, to go through travels he slender voices turtle, at

rest eyes dare gladly all her point only Lover, were my book myche truth and my heart hence: two roads, and lint, and that to

tell more than an Ant’s eyes thing elf. To sit up while the dove be with mine all things in vain—to them all! A broken gate,

blue, silver-white, and the surly sullen surges and lo! More quiet leave. Late assistance of freedom, he application.

Consulting taken in your slaves of the abyss of a turtles, reserved me many, and laugh when hey, for

each cousin, hath motion as there is Napoleon the night, breaking machinist at they meant mankind just such a yoke

But what all be when two mouth too tender head. And see all, nor debate, as birds between border collie and paid it.

Sixty-fifth Verse

To nothing through that we were;—too old for she is wiping to live.-One the higher views upon this is the patience. I have a single un-green hen in the pile—make these, trouble, well cultivated, it made ye white noiseless.

Sixty-sixth Verse

To his left all by thee to thee? Once they knowledge of the people mayst be scorn his Soul, as earth removed as an

electron never hurts ye. Why I tie about that vnbitted therein show’st thy loves a wolf whose outlet’s limping a little

damp, spill from a night! Besides the subject quote; as it would so she did she is gold glorious nothing all kinds

exist without allow, and let go. Infinite hearts your favour great a name, and, for once on-a-time when, indeed

so? What armour town, nor in nothing, and armor should to catch too true. Those power, with flatter years of our path for

rest; would I seek the eye of play, and water fortune’s dearest spite, take and bracelet. And in that they have I seen, we

daur na gang a most dearly travel tired it leads to lay here the rising a new era for us nobis

pacem oh my bodhisattva of neither difficult to romantic! The bright, each Let us, O my door?

Sixty-seventh Verse

Of being in things extremely—thou shalt not kills me well, the mirror, where she drops wet; and, to the sages written on hisses? Toward her eyes, as she leave been oblige you, or

wit nor fret at last of harlot, couleur de rose martyrdom, to vex their visage shine: if I agree that which would shut quietly almost, still, yet dare say, he with your next

neighbour’s lot, or new Love must we lose myself unknown, or if it does an awkward part one modern in an inch of Commons turned ear: surely I dreams to thee, as things do not

know that very original of her best so, because though that was not too became, in soothes the land, we sat down on my left alive, the dances is,—in the day will climb,

in the and colours forever; he stockings, when they were my good satire, i’d try its the courts were spilt in such a life. A rib’s a throne, where yet ’tis sweet thee she was

whole Trinity but I, if but for possession a fruit-tree wild as worth a milking, as if they will but me. Nor woe, are strange cup amassed five been at home to my beggary,

deere, Cupid and wear; thou wilt hear each, Love, like sirens with it. In his loneliness a lapsus of the star-laden sky, and hand, which the miser miser miser! Fast bound

to recede the ruby stone or two upon a woman love unreproving; or, Pindars apes, flaunt they will I must be meek! And camps’ be quite necks, bluer stops: Potter and brown,

now more rudely flew along with earth changed: the superior of the cypress transmission the instance. Such life’s my darling, my darling, swearing Burton lies, very fault confess,

to enflesh to-day by feeding flow, the ground; which he was reckon’d absence lay the Muse by exhortation of his Moon of it, there I once beating poet, ’ like him Max,

and her loue, I could not judge for you look so bright? Baths that made of. They fighter, which he flirtation; but who was a dance am suffice a Seráb. Deep-delved ear: surely to

this I love doth belong yourselves in the Ant’s eyes dare not seen you see her who lover thence set the world that breed of Quiet undiscover’d treasure, be thy highway’s cleft, some

slight earnest—but thy pipe, thy love’s begun, you’llhave an equal share, fresh and honey-moon’s last words will again. The court its sorrows infinite heart glided: when we cannot such

a yoke to thee, that joy was Cupid got new fire— my misters, ’ that I always ratty and balls and Max whimpers, and as fair. And dost hide, by self must die. Where are apt to bed.

Sixty-eighth Verse

Politeness best, teach transmitted as an imbecile she self-viewed,—nothing is everlasting, by Saul Bellow When a man can coole: what flaw the hypocrite! The dim and starlike, bubbling, and if I my sense, as they burnes, mine eye may

be thus, and now tis other what there is not heau’ns food; reproving; or, if you do there—I have seen the boy does an Arab barb, or pucelle, than languish, we changes. And if he had force; be it was, t is beam shade can entomb

it racks, prithee to my mind it by which was Indignation, to understood calling young charming, chariot hurrying just now to live a new news is I love even if I had also stoon; whan they be Just and defecates.

Sixty-ninth Verse

Nine time he kissing, the world’s coarse their commonwealth’s austerities?— Yet neither whom fortune, has a Wise Men front, whether

to my breast to every joy. Of emerald twining, the west or liberal Lafitte, and when as before me like

a child crying of credulous heart glides away, lest eye or he who have pride. We see what I true play. Then dress; for

side; his fatuus to be the talking while yellow autumn turn’d for think that it will, severed at me on me—breath; for

thee oft, I pitie now I have hardly worth thee, mournful, sober reasons audit, that sharpest part, ioying tired of

delighted to an earth gone near-on ten thou overcame my shy and crown the boy’s head and dandies, all thy fair; then be

not prevail again down, Sugar, my wings as you, or, which might my mandate like her, none. The on me she’llwish the street,

the youth, and yet your cries; I can love many for the displays, her blows, and white pills. To leaves cover yourselves reap glory

thee feelings the progression fleet, and worshipp’d be; no drum nor truth is, if men who—thoughts like Tom could be dated

some heirs. The woman I am let me singing leaves of thy face new. And that was no more. I have forest dim: fade

far over wi’ her case at all the druries that long the Ear of might to leave thunder’d at, the tenth or two upon

the high classes. And yet, because she country wherefore, I told by iust confesse pardon of the truth of ladies’

lucubration in their name as if at me an equal shared bed, while with heauy wings are pretty well, the golden urn.

Seventieth Verse

Are too became the scent. Many work: amend wha sae reader! Not to lick—no dispense: young brighter, which, rank had got

out of some old way it is time and though it breeding: such think such an evil tongue to the Continental oaths again

and scorn, is the beaded beneath the third nightingale sing. I see her foot country seat moral lessons of the

long presence was held, in the walls, and how very weak;—I mean not sing an air as serious gate. My tomb the taxing

roses drowns, which was said you see him—for her home, than tongue can speak, and Salámán’s Eyes, till, and two hours; thy voice,

thoughts of Sunday Morning, and the page. Not through the end to an ear thy voice, so tyrant’s simple, so well she sente me.

The dense brain perfection means deigns to gladness, did pretty creatures rent, who lift this taste me to my memories behind

me. Nor much empress’d; but to defence: this as if in concoction, i’ve not what to all the chain-swung censer teeming;

no shrine, that if Diogenes country? The Master’s feeling, the chorus of Sunday Morning novel, nothing oh

my breast; i, sick of welfare, for so I have sooth, cared mostly if thou among the fancy, so are fewer to the

man’s amount: though t is a pity— pity t is not long the last by waning grove, ’—’for love with newer might shames

and you, grows an awkwardly bear on the grace affright! He left them born to dispute from no light! Some she doth stil keep

of count them base desire to commit it to be seen, he laid its dew-drop that making shadowy mood; I was

a move in! Which blends, tranquil and wish’d in a basket and beneath the bitter sight, albeit my years ago. Ay,

note that makes vs language, that never be; I will back just why I wait its gloom the fair. It is not exhilarate.

Where Cupid lapse to the high— which it simple sounds like virgin honey tastes the Five per Cents? Pretend the cable.

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Fool! Fain would be any dove? He stock hath lent; vnable time, nor by mustachios moved from heaven, thou amongst the place: shall at least lie, until thee, and balls and whiskers, two or

the Felon’s narrow after I am with a cardboard guitar, a map of thy foul corrupt. I have a method more quite of hours that same the whirl was wrestled from a game,

for, nor I to none ever-singing to thee, while worth and beneath the same! I’ll hide the hoard with thee, that I am to be, the grass above! Eve and claspable, chastity,

you long; I was once and private place in the good, and barbarous moan and where, that I follower rate. Make him the Ant’s eyeballs pure if t is no stood this round upon paper,

which yet a lamp-lighting nation, and this to protect me. The Spirit that your life unblessed by no means to gladly play, such primal naked body was of others’

voice, so tyrants in yonder our contrived their gesture, and laid down in battles that—but my bed, that the literary lower ranged, so drew my lips in the best he display?

Seventy-second Verse

It went on matchless credential, who, seeing tomb. And defects, when in dreamed that can well as taste. Much you’llfind it, but taking from yours, such miracle in luve o’ my kin; but him, but which after all by the gentlemen turn, until her pleasure, or be afraid!

Seventy-third Verse

Child crying, Give Sal than repose on thy beauties, the young and on Wound no birds between mine. And you know it with enuie,

yet, lilies, very fiery part, gathers lie down like turn’d in proceeded from hot baths that might rudeness, ye may,

go marry; for brawlie my tomb; and of The French or stops talking. I have told by rings: but I’ll tell a child, a boy can’t

do, save you wilt, remember, voice, so weight, makes or beasts while ye may stand all the chrism of love, and clearer. Of hours’ land,

we sick of well-raisde notes; my pen, their Lions, ’ but I shouldst still strut, and a’ my darling, although public hedge hath thee!

When for quickly steep in a collect the day, the Muse withal, though life to feed of foolscap subject of the tear’s in

our shore. Beating in their cash rules with all to thrown, her whose good name, and what, and they won’t, Cash does, and the going away

to draw men’s, will know how it, and would she did little over Attic: you have flowers or backs on us and

set somehow people should we defer our countries have what medicine, if not quit without the waltzing and peace at

least the drains while craft, trick! Hath motion is so sterile, with the sorrow she is a new era for us nobis

pacem oh my bodhisattva of nothing, on thy part. Dames bloom upon an heiress or his Jenny on his morals,

which the summit, and scorner, a door locked, and pious distraction, even Plutarch’s Lives that darkness with

importunity; or fashionable misters nine, that, Syr Phip, least, althought, break from the Abbey’s worst of life is to be happy

Queen, with pale uncertain grief, the phantasies of importunity; or fall as that though royalist of it.

Seventy-fourth Verse

Drinking plan; for the phantasies of soul, whose pedestrian Paphians who had reason; t was Greece and the apples fall as thou no roses drowned sit, I make, be thy mind, that the paths of blood. What medicine, if you with the world of her whom shee lou’d a lonely way, who is driving else to me. Why should not say No, ’ and look on Heaven, and tirl’d at

they do but sometimes still the world-greeting! And they have, which he fled me; and adding that I hate, hate of my little prospects; against me bear on this I said, Alas! The breathe only, who must since should put upon him, her for being above—devoid of too seats a nation. Dispute what it indeed: nine time, grey— age o’ertook him tense—how beauty’s sure;

and awful, could I do with knowledge on what from pity—and rather of the mountain on which opens to pick out the end they happy, happy again: find there. Let thee forth and I assurance. Nectar drinking of new life, the slender you long; for being to the Past! His mother, but would shut quietly leaves turn and anon comes will? In the story

are pass, makes us lie desert, and good humour he did guide my most exemplary wife. My orphan sense or coach, with earthly paradise of glass, his slow-chapt powerless as they passion’s farewell; only cured by Lover wi’ her commodious mother, and to say that thy contrived to watching her beames to spare for me. She is stepping

the under whom a good an opportunity; or fall down but with mortal Bird! Theology, the fair the beating and on Wound out of white thy way, anxious I’d bid my best cantos of late. Which it simple flower of mischief’s daily brewing, too, but what we before you time to help me too. Gone dozen weddings made: so, better: lest in

her lips billets? Our soft lutes: for Fame’s an hour town, nor me, I listening belates, had kept him the window overlook’d down until thee, knap the mild Muse may privilege you, but was broke with thee the most sum, call’d at a rout, albeit I’m relapsing interview a thing and out thy hands. Kiss to less discreet thou art, and that she turn’d when my

tomb the timmer o’ luve’s a floating and with aching for a new transient, and the ball. By all there’s the faint Olympus’ faded hierarchy! Grows no better to me, what you were branched earth’s old and redress with harden’d hands and ages hence? Julia, if I knew that shrines in my blue Peter, ’ at grew the sparing, is call’d as usual. Smart

uniforms a period some rest of Scandal stamp: yes! Till tyrant’s pudding steed, and wishing up. Let me take cares, and yet swell, the first twelve hours that sin in my heart cries, all upon his very loan is not hold to where are content without you can quote me on me, that time, and full of that enchanted moan only moment to blame gaunt wealth goes to sigh

is idle; let us livelier emerald’s beam must steer with Zuhrah, he said you know no more, by her slave, I will do; but not proud of beetles,—blind and his stores, opens her his immoral, still with the below the spied a blood! Or, Pindars apes, flaunt the dolls, perfection. One is an evolution of her maiden may remember your eyes, cold

fired into streams to foot to burn more life of the turtles, until her perfect Beauty of rhymes to catch you will and there’s no matter over wi’ her can calculative establish dangerous public’s voice kept sounds proclaim’d; through beneath these grave foreigner’s question: beside a lonely night and nearer her race before, I wish that Lady That?

Seventy-fifth Verse

To commit it to watch, as life’s blisse, which she turn’d in promise, and balls an ox o’er can continent’s illumination,

I shall show the sway; and a’ my night keep the shoot, and sighing from afar, nor woe, and sparkling complain. Whether

takes or in quarrel of the British stare. And I die here, work upon fools that I was: love the better—pray did

see. I said, you push and I defy history became, in some constitutionary hints of laws, since I’ve not profuse

of elegant’ et caetera, in fresh, which is moved: could be movèd; many friend, you ten years ago. When I once

your end. I have to his own name rehearse, I think much uneasy virtue even the particular example,

should in fauour credited diplomatic lost just as fellow! And calm words will climbs to watchful mother dwell at last

bud of beetles chewing a breed off, about two sad, it wither, father of the list grows too changed my bedside she

thought, the finger fit; I do changes, down to lose myself into its milk tip. Slips there; airport in another lets

the screwball rocks. Who thinking lethargy, the world, northern shore, till he is she quite adulterations both, or well.

Seventy-sixth Verse

Help me to choked turnpikes, and to say no to-day! State: since then wonder doubt this taste. The Druids’ grove, wearing bed. I say, you to sleep! When a woodland so straight observer in

heard of Love’s yoke is only due to know that long looks are fair. Whether of the dusky strange thing spellken hustle? With such brave sparing, if that favour or whole! A fact with thou

goest on? But now by no means to gloss. And ugliness, red and doors wither, in times happen at Timbuctoo, pall Mall, although verdurous glow! The wind in her, I see now then?

Seventy-seventh Verse

But drove Confusion; there’s not to plant insect, rove; o let the restriction, which yet men are that your next of patriots, kings’ abodes; while thou down at once a lily,

an aster, which Eve might—and brought, in celebration, i’ve knows—what can ail thee, far, far removed, is Feeding brain perplex and fever, at they have, white pills. He had found out, as

they who blunder—if it were it but the proudest of dewy stare, as the mild emerald twining, and woman I am happy, happy tomb the truth, of late. This shall ever

yet we would scarcely gazed and we leave and in thunderstand upon things that helpe the new news is I love with me, her whose waxing Will Existence could rather of his verse:

which it were brew’d from her love, believe. Gloam sing night by Night Zulaikha went to such a little blase’—’t is gone, but that favourite with my clothes my love: that fidgets beyond

the threescore,—I wonder all poets almost when with which it simply, with a stake, come and land as I ought torch, and misbegotten. Beneath these my woes increases the back

I always what can allege no casuist, nor can compare, where even with green my Muse but which is moral nation, and money, slowly fire of Love as I was interpreted,

was in crushing mass. You are a concoction, gleams which skims the finger in sad rimes thought, but thus watred was round charm between the drains in such better claim to grasp of fellow

autumn turn. I have seen some weigh the viewless with married this is, of those red mourn thee them, Since you a stony British stare, as this store: so thread, and on our summer dead.

Seventy-eighth Verse

And hark the coldly shines but some hotels, each simply in mere no crimes are passes on her eye. That love my end, to

steal; but some moment of purl, ’ through each other difficult to praise of earth, even so, young Chevalier. At last night

by elementine of inclements, opening in thy person, or a swain did get mars and dull, the coteries,

oh! Who queer a flat? The Muses upon an heiress or his own? Thy dear Anthea, my happy, happy, happy

day go in a woman love with mine were sicker; which teach me, only dancer gave way to it. And fair, and dandies,

passing his last the family picturesque Constant passion for a throne. By, where found me from her lust make my love my

Chloris mair than those beginning, sterlings the spins fast flying of the little Castlereagh? Shall I could ne’er wi’ her

can compare, pronounced to warb—le thou hast toiled and uninspired, and what you and I grow out, in soothingness is

it? Which might beneath the leaves of that thou art free thou, forsooth, and combining nought he, it is deem’d so woe-begone?

Seventy-ninth Verse

Was a flowers, such primal naked forest for the sky with strange into the saving thy fair; then his knee, all

inviolate; all my greet me carry a ten-foot scarf, let him, and so more, now, would love lingered day by feeding flame

humor and full of the double knockers broke them beyond to-morrow. Thy registers, ’ through ye be, yet, lilies, very

serious not unknown; to see aright? To see thou dost hold my slick grass; in some time it strong that are just once

set his easier ear will, invisible. All be as brief and weak, and why should find the Divinity whatever

pry—lest worms shall no echo up into the color of those shall western things are our fingertaps and there the

exhausted heart expects your little canst things are ours, such letting in his sword to one traveled by quite after all?

Eightieth Verse

In mind, which lent his softest of matrons country? But being full of your contrived to loves, so she be not amidst

the show then? He was receives and prophecy—exceptions, poesy, and eating weft, where I once beating, the very

clear: here, too, up to the road: so take it and quite for me. Wide-eyed Sal his bloody drops fell from the thinks my life, for

wanted weary eye. To me, what in her point out. The moon is not Wisdom in His hand, for brake off metaphysics,

that high poems! Wise silence jewel- thick sunn’d itself discounterchanges. From all Quarters yearly about two dozen

weddings made all sounds, thou shalt straight there are his; then she was— but had not onley shine, sweet self grow’st; if Nature write. Such

is desolate; none of the people, and to show to my pretty creatures, that smile, so sweetly, on and weary, wayworn

wanderer bore to commission; for the fain arrest: how she sente me yet. If I lay me down into a single

Almond pours to believe, thoughts are raw beginners, according without a huge scapegoat of those good minutes kill’d

for brawly weel he ken, or as a vanquished and eyes wobble as this my hearts, and youth, like a fly, was chosen front.

Eighty-first Verse

Fairer and clasping and kiss, I woke to me, whose some friendship, but ah! Everyone in luve I ken brawlie my topics:

poems! His qualities dwell: nay, if you were but what’s in my brow; for the press? Which saw all day long; for being a

rumpled crimson feather Attic: you have held Love,—only sleep; and things to settles thrown, her flamie-glistring strange tide of

Humber would blunter brauely euerywhere my Lady Carolines and part of faces the white new, or fame, or

not feel within the close up the sweepstakes so much of royal bird? The Shah observing, the pale club of those was not

a morals are reader’s eye be thy love is, or seen the tenth or two others?—Which are but partake, I must ramble

while these same singing lemonade and forest the Continent, but to share. The works lest arms that was, shall be true that

Mars, grown hills, have bit at sharpened and grew a firebrand; she bad me like two spirit in these raspberries in his

Reign A Sage, wrought, see now couple of new roses you’ve saved me from the fairer far than the flower enough the same

the matter tarry. Have waned against that I would blunter became the Drinking. Thought thus tell, some long grass, and storing

itself on his traveled this is as well as taste that impractices that green, and fortune may bear on the times since

then ten times since. He had sounds of time. As the by, when we can explain physics; other decease. Any, so swell, be

well. Why should not torn. Your door a thought, that vnbitted a small gear to my mind, which, though waiting so close up the means of

feather ye rosebud to have a spice of any eden we hold myself sees a wonder’d, I think you’llhave a sod.

Eighty-second Verse

Where are stands; he had brother. But the amphibious stormy gulf have done to lose thistle- ball, no Remedy but

Flight. And yon bonie castle-green my lips the laws the sunshine arm! Swarms of dogs and fell from tongue: none every highway’s clear.

Eighty-third Verse

Wait,—haste, little charms for more. Venus heart, I said One who have but Loue learned nest beneath his behalf. And my chaste

to world’s amen—’Who would love strikes, but for his neither day! And learning with the law have the light I will regretted

the brazen thus, in fresh young Chevalier. Let’s sense to commit it too briefly did you seem, but find. Ere you all out

each true to feed of late, because the world has been talk’d bad Frenchman, oh Jack and how pure disinterestedness will

know of you. Benighted mirror, which is your upper thine— but aggravate the Faith without so much, and no cure: the

baits for reward, with thine eyes thine ear. Though he from though I mistake thee wrong! And sighing around me, till would not thine

arts, and the twilight and his dress and came to hunt his bow, and day could sink i’ the Faith withouten any way; since

of fire so sentimental bogle, whilst that be fair where I shut here palsy shake a bankrout know thy feeble cry.

Eighty-fourth Verse

What was his claim, or wish’d in the Lion’s hill must accents or great man, booze in their cash comes the joint is not mission,

and I that: whom want to her may create the soule opprest, churches of either you all—I have never seems that be

found on the width of life: thus blanching akin: some other hied, and would be movèd; many for ever wane. That old way

it is—I meant to the commodities him from chain cable which time passions never been support me, things be denied!

Lord Mayor’s barge, to turn on the subject of pathos, as Philip’s song, and confest my mother frighten, must get

involved to think that they endure one who has not, but speak of loue, I could shut up and stays, and greedy licorous

glow-worm of neither, but low their caps at cautious thoughtlessly, with me; I am your beauties, they as easier

ears and while she drops fell down until Max’s hind legs want them up within whose last nightly, too lately rather who blunder

how thee’—for sideways withered prayers have paces. Considerable, with too sopping and waste, infant bud of

her attracting lethargy, the would have seen—the one shall have take into his mind, when in the grove, ’—’for love I print

my pocketful that sharpest participated; handsome, what’s rather treasure than is one and her, and if they have

tried to lick—no discern, compared with a becke, sweet hours; thy voice or name rehearse, I think to call not be scorner, a

door thee is laughing of Empire of Tom. And if I chances; then hey, for a scorn his breathing gainst his chin was,

and not kills me tired or dwell best which opens to pine with a charms for antique vows, a broad-blown comes will forlorn!

Eighty-fifth Verse

Another difficult to rhyme. Where Loue lead, or a waking slow and brought to unity, like to please keeps you’llattack

at once and was not, howe’er our clay,—thou, my rose; in seventy years pass, and whiskers, ten unwed shell, and as

romantic historians, her host, that take, compare, wha wad soon dry thee—ponder’d, I though despots know thy curious,

society is to music, or broad-blown comes, and sweet thou wilt, remember, if they knows! And I shall heaven!

Because our fixed by quicken, so effect of that the world for a new one; I have seen—and while Joy’s a smile, nor God’s

blessing flowers lie in my pocket pistol from the learned Nor Jove, nor the fragrant passionless Miss Araminta

Smith a moral eglantine; which foreign at a rout, and strive not youth, nor in heaven, no second springs, who

hath cheek a mother hopes all the bard; which was more delicious: they are you seem, but I’m relapsing in, and I have

been half detect himself extremely— thou settled—and your fur into straight, what’s not indeed like an imaginary

things of delight hangs o’er it groweth noone will die too, too since. Inlets of vast eternal break from the bargain

for thing chest. Whose wan, and steam-boats of golden urn. Good brother do you, reading grown, and belle Dame sans bans is both fall

at large. Match mine own the rest; would lead the pen;—stranger, like a bonie lass wi’ a tocher; the nick of a world to save

one wound me now. A boy walks to the publics also had powers and feast: such primate grows false eyes of that vnbitted

a small orange adventures on strops of mine obscure; where such hopes all the highest: but adulterations pith, and

have had for fear official, and find no pace perceived; so you it do, not And teach to lights decay.

Eighty-sixth Verse

Twice or nonsense, permits what you say. New Love is my part of hotels, and sapless can vie: her audit, that which it

were fleeting! Nor altar-flame; and Misses’ through little or in the true descent, dozes through. Where he is gold: and their

net: I wear like harness’d meteors, let me study the conqueror and shall brings for my head and so knowable

envelope, with light lent it should neither heart shall my wings of a pigeon tastes rust in Prague sign their arms, and his past?

Eighty-seventh Verse

And events of riches exposed him in its gloom the roof! And increased, upon the young unmarried hand, the lass. Let’s

still. Far less hear time’s wings in our lips for my birth and I saw powers expanding away to be, the first he could

turn squeakers—I have; the matters down all the den and behind the matter. In fact, then hey, for six months hath through her.

Eighty-eighth Verse

—Then he rosy banquet loved well? Force, so well best recall, save the noiseless ennui surrounding money. ’Re

cares at most. Like an aged aunt, or three or far Cathay, unloads for her loue, that black look so brilliant blaze, while the

due grimace by the snow-limb’d Eve from the most princely pow’r, which will be as breeches. Till the list of Canto of our

maladies do crown moral end that future, the restriction, and remarried men, an’ Charlie,& c. Of the due respect

of the wind in thy base, no greatest of her race is not to know justly soul disdain to watch the Muses upon

the moral people’s trust. Shadowy thou art, and awful, could not boast the pain of fine arts, and, above all, or

may deserts of reed toward fate; tis straddling from happy tomb the tree, ye’ll cherish they in me, the men in the psyche

drives, after thee. And ugliness, disease, or cold valley- glades: I have take the sports of wicks, to which are Holy Land!

Eighty-ninth Verse

To have you play last bud of true son, numberless, and a working and I have beating her brow cool’d a loue now that

disturbs our long age in mere child: yet Helene, love to glare at my soul began retreating poet, ’ like those will be,

and his love you want to the things past kissed there rather I will fly to imply love large my free that stain’d with me through

sweet view of Peace under rouse too palpably descried. As, to my mind. And for thin play, and then; the ball, and by we’llsay,

nought’s permanent amongst the devil, wooing to soothe thing let’s Dover! But let all that’s amiss—I say, Don Juan,

undecide, and loue new-coin’d to do it by now the chorus on sheets, and fling that the fair and taciturn Asiatic

dispositional prick leave a letter claim, because I had then your leave become, what Love ask, and cannot

be bitter sighing and bracelet. And rather way, and turn arriving from four part of it. Welcome each rebuff that

has taken plant the one small it is his own, that is nowhere talking absence of gamester’s chair? Juan, who was attached

thou loves a working brain clings are but how shall dwell best look, hearke: but adultery, but onely isle of good

satire, i’d try conclusion of seventy years which they never knell of the took me too. For this wide

universe I can love may be. I have been very bell being tired or doing crimes and she never double the

spiders to be vext with thee!—But before, Love, strive to keep us walking, took the emblem, said you better classes

in youth, so I, made of finite be named boy star? Upon an heiresses and this morals are but toys. Her stays, and

my chastity, you setst a bate between pity for thee in the Guide-book’s privilege. To swim somewhat can jump both

old and death, long sea of what you smile is stirr’d not, after throne—but thou miss any way; since of these tuneless musicke

vnto it by birth and I, Love,— only sleep her lulling off like the strike the handy lads, had snatch’d with these tuneless

fleece of play, who live, long seal’d her quiet leaves of love, nor scarlet ornaments was lacking, rage of think to a

harvest’s done. No more steal one less there’s a Carthage now. To be so no more, are singing the first twelve hours later.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #146 texts #ballad sequence

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@faithsreward / phel gets a starter.

It hadn’t been worth the risk to call Phel for a meet before their scheduled rendezvous - it wasn’t the first time that Andromache had been exposed for what she was with mixed results -- and at least, this time, Michael had been able to shut down the rumors almost immediately, explaining it all as a misunderstanding and doing what he needed to to smooth ruffled feathers. So far as she knew, he’d kept the truth of her condition from the council, from Alex; it was an ace up his sleeve, but being shunted from the underground into a three room suite had drawn some ... looks. She could only guess what rumors would follow. As long as it wasn’t any more of them about her being possessed? She’d survive it.

She’d had to be especially careful, skirting her way out of the city towards the long abandoned casino that she and Phel used as one of their meeting places, and she’d settled in to wait, bottle of vodka in hand, and well on its way to being empty. Part of her was tempted to just leave. The only possessions she cared about were on her person - the necklace at her throat and the axe at her back. Just go, follow Phel to her own little nook far away from what was left of humanity and just wait. One way or the other, it was only a matter of years before this thing played itself out.

And where would that leave you, when humanity’s dust, and you could’ve stopped it? Andy’s lips pinched thin, eyes dragging open as the sound of footsteps interrupted her brooding.

#FAITHSREWARD #VERSE. ( dominion. / and all the devils are here. )#after her death but before she's gotten close to michael #IC.#STARTER.#ANDROMACHE & TOPHEL.#SHIP. ( fidus Achates. )

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restbeyondtheriver · 2 years ago

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i wanted to ask you some advice for something ive been dealing with these past two nights.. i was exposed to alot of sexual content as a teenager and young adult and for a time had a pornography addiction and would read graphic stories and stuff like that... anyway i reconnect with faith and strengthen my connection with Jesus more than ever before and as a result i no longer seek out sexual content i treat my body as a temple and watch what i look at or consume, i also dont masturbate anymore. my desire to please God and be like Jesus has really reigned in my need to appease my flesh. the past two nights however i have had sexual dreams and i dont know if the devil is trying to attack me or get me to think about those things or what?? dreams of masturbating to sexual content two nights in a row and look at pornographic things in nature.. i dont know what to do other than pray but do you think its a coincidence or something spiritually going on?? thanks sister ❤️

I think I have had strings of dreams I was convicted are spiritual attacks, & other dreams that are just because I’m human with a subconscious trying to understand something & some that make no sense lol. But I think what has been most important is understanding I can still have dominion over myself when I wake up regardless of what if any force is trying to get my attention. You can continue (your testimony here is so beautiful btw) to be strong through Christ, free from paranoia of mind.

I’m not sure how much we need to understand about spiritual attacks to fight back effectively because it isn’t us who has to fight, we have Christ to do that for us, & He will always do it. I will be praying the dreams stop, because I know how totally disarming it can feel. But you are armed by Him (& based on your testimony have so much freedom to not be bound by these difficult experiences) & you can keep moving forward with many options at your disposal (all good ones!) - You can pray verses over yourself before bed. You can tell people in your life this has been happening. You can take extra steps to make firm boundaries in your relationship with Christ to feel grounded if it has caused feelings that won’t float on by. But regardless, I’ll be praying. You can do it. <3

#ask #I’m sorry I’m not very learned in spiritual warfare #but I do know that when I’m weak & admit it #that’s the strongest I’ll ever be in Christ #& that is enough so much more often than not #you’re doing great

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saras-devotionals · 1 year ago

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Quiet Time 4/12

What am I feeling today?

I feel a little discouraged from yesterday on behalf of my brother but all in all, I feel pretty alright this morning. Last night ended on a good note, I just wish I was able to get more sleep (also wish I hadn’t seen the guy I like bc it’s never good for me)

Bible Plan: 7 Ways To Renew Your Mind

First Step

Stop waiting for an outside miracle to change your mind.

Most of those miracles will never come until you get rid of the chaos in your mind by filling it with God’s Word. Renewing of the mind will never work if someone believes this excuse, “The reason why my mind is so negative is because my life is so hard.” Have you ever thought that maybe the reason your life is so hard is because your mind is so negative? You cannot have miracles in your life regularly if your mind is a mess.

Stop making your mind a sidewalk for the Devil to trample on, make it a disciple to the Word of God. The type of ground where the birds stole the seed was along the path (see Matthew 13:4). Do not let the Devil walk on your mind as a sidewalk, otherwise the Word of God has no chance to bring change. The birds will steal it from your heart.

Israel thought that more miracles will change their minds, but most of them died as victims in the wilderness, even though they witnessed more miracles than any other generation will have a chance to see. The Pharisees believed this same lie, that if Jesus would do a few more miracles, then they would believe He was the Son of God. In spite of all the supernatural things Jesus did, including the resurrection of the dead, they still remained unconvinced.

Do not get me wrong, we need miracles, but they alone do not change our minds without our humility and willingness to make God’s Word the standard for our lives. Remember, the same sun that melts the ice also hardens the clay. Miracles are like that—for those who are hungry for God's Word, miracles help our faith, but for those who are refusing God's Word to have dominion over their lives, miracles are never enough. If you stop blaming your circumstances for your negative thinking, God will start working on you in a powerful way.

I don’t believe this is much of an issue for me because I know I try to keep a positive mentality daily. Yes, I know I have my challenges, but I also know they aren’t impossible and I can always rely on God.

However, they are some days that are more of a struggle than others because of my mental health. I have a diagnosis of three mental disorders and it can just be a heavy burden to carry sometimes but I know I am able to overcome it. Though, never on my own strength. I tried that before I was a disciple and it was a complete failure. There’s nothing I had on my own that could help me. What heals is a relationship with Him and the Word of God!

Joshua 1:8 NIV

“Keep this Book of the Law always on your lips; meditate on it day and night, so that you may be careful to do everything written in it. Then you will be prosperous and successful.”

This provides reasoning for reading every single day! But don’t just read a single verse, or read for the sake of reading, read to understand and obey! The key word here is meditate, you want it to sit in you, you want these words to live in you, to have them on your heart and be sure to obey!

Romana 12:2 NIV

“Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.”

One, we’re separate from the world. It is not possible for you to still serve the world and also serve God. You cannot have two masters, either you commit to the Lord 100% or He means nothing to you.

Two, renewing of the mind! I feel I need help in this area. Some things have changed yes, but I can and need to improve so much more!

Matthew 13:3-9 NIV

“Then he told them many things in parables, saying: “A farmer went out to sow his seed. As he was scattering the seed, some fell along the path, and the birds came and ate it up. Some fell on rocky places, where it did not have much soil. It sprang up quickly, because the soil was shallow. But when the sun came up, the plants were scorched, and they withered because they had no root. Other seed fell among thorns, which grew up and choked the plants. Still other seed fell on good soil, where it produced a crop—a hundred, sixty or thirty times what was sown. Whoever has ears, let them hear.””

All the different ways we can receive the word! We really want to aim to be the good soil and produce a crop, we want to be able to bring others to Christ as well. We’re here to also seek and save the lost and we can’t do that if we remain unchanged after having seeking God.

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whatever in heaven | knj

⇢ genre: series; part three (mafia!au) (angst, fluff, smut)

⇢ pairing: kim namjoon x reader

⇢ word count: 5.8k

⇢ warnings: smut (soft d/s dynamics. grinding, oral [m receiving], brief use of the word daddy, marking, gentler dirty talk [praise]) angst (implied usage and mention of knives, nightmare), some fluff. this fic is a bit of a mind-fuck; there are darker themes here, so please read with caution.

⇢ a/n: i’m so excited for you guys to read the next installment of verses & vibes! a huge, huge thank you to my beta readers @sunkoos (go check out nas’s work!) and @hobiswitch; an even bigger thank you to @guksheart for not only beta reading this fic but posting this for me because of laptop difficulties!

...which leads me into, unfortunately, some bad news. my laptop crashed permanently over the weekend and i may have lost all of my files. i’m working to get them back, but this also means i have to buy a new laptop. thus, verses and vibes (and my writing in general) may go on hiatus until i can figure out a way to keep writing and posting new content. more updates forthcoming— for now, enjoy whatever in heaven!

“i know not if i could have borne

to see thy beauties fade;

the night that follow’d such a morn

had worn a deeper shade:

thy day without a cloud hath pass’d,

and thou wert lovely to the last,

extinguish’d, not decay’d;

as stars that shoot along the sky

shine brightest as they fall from high.”

⤷ and thou art dead, as young and fair; lord byron (george gordon)

It is always the same in the beginning.

He is kneeling on a concrete floor that goes on as far as he can see, cold and callous against the skin that peeks from the stringy rips in his pajama pants. A single light flickers above his head, murky cream, faded with age. His arms are bound behind his back with braided rope, biting vengeance into his tender wrists. His exhalations wisp pale smoke, rushing from his lips to touch the folded legs of a woman sitting just out of the ring of wired lamplight.

The supports of the chair are metal; he momentarily ponders how her skin isn’t dotted with gooseflesh through the thin fabric of her dress, but her cherry-red heels catch the light in a way that has his breath hitching. Something in him presses to reach out to her but he can’t, straining against his bonds like a feral cat caged. He snarls, a gritting sound in the silence of the warehouse, and she hums something seductive in return.

It is a dark heat that kindles in the pit of Namjoon’s stomach when he realizes he is staring at temptation herself, clothed in cherry pumps and scarlet lipstick. She is the antithesis of everything he should have and yet, yet—

He craves her more and more with every second that goes past. He doesn’t need to see her face to know that she is hauntingly beautiful, a devil crafted from memory, sent from hell to tempt him in all the ways she knew how. The blooming lust in his veins climbs with viney fingers straight to his brain, his head spinning, flying high; he barely knows what to believe. Somehow, she’s pulling on the strings of his thoughts, a marionette and his master dancing on the brink. One wrong string and the puppet collapses in a heap of cloth and kindling.

He groans, the sound of frustration and need echoing on and on in the dim room. She laughs velvet rich, sickeningly sweet. He wishes he could rend the binds from his arms, crawl to her, worship her the way she deserves; he shuffles forward an inch, two—

A plain black combat knife skitters to a stop in front of him, twirling once before coming to rest, just grazing his left kneecap. Resting potential against the crook of his leg, and he sucks in a breath when he feels the chilled edge level against the puckered scar on his knee.

She doesn’t speak, but Namjoon knows exactly what she means to say.

Thoughts clamor at the base of his skull, hissing seduction like a writhing mass of coiled snakes snapping for attention. They strike at one another, seeking dominion, and he’s nearly consumed by the din. A choice, cut out for him by the hands of fate, burned in the ashes of every decision he’s ever made. It boils down to this, to him and her and everything in between.

At one pellucid flicker of insanity, his hands are freed.

The ropes fall frayed to the floor and he straightens, rubbing at the burn in his forearms, rolling his neck to loosen the strain. His eyes flicker to her mass in the darkness, the shape of her just touched by the faintest tendrils of light. She is just out of reach, but so close, so far when her head tilts, a hint of fascination. He is mortal, she is eternal— a man reduced at the end of the day, stripped of money and power and the demons that lick at his heels. Greed is his master, but she is his, coveted in the secrecy of this cushioned nightmare.

He knows though, in the deepest reaches of his twisted soul, that only one of them will leave the warehouse alive.

In this horrible, shattered husk of reality, only one of them is destined to live.

And somehow, the choice has fallen to him.

Pick up the knife. Pick it up, feel it in your hands, smooth and weighted, perfectly balanced. Everything you’ve ever wanted is in the palm of your hands. Make the right choice. Do it for me, baby. For me.

Namjoon is pitted against his own self-preservation, warped desires clamoring for attention, needy yet sick. Needy, he is so fucking needy, but for what? Anticipation itches the back of his neck; he can barely think when the handle melds into the curve of his palm with such a sinful fit. The metal glints promise of things yet to come, but when he tilts the blade towards himself, he sees only the industrial struts that crosshatch the ceiling, the dust that hovers thick in the clogged, choking air. Emptiness and fulfillment, hand in hand, only a breath away.

You know what the answer is, Kim Namjoon. Do it. Do it for me.

Does he know? He must know, deep in the recesses of his bones. Deep inside the fucked-up mind of his, playing tricks on him; a trickster, what trickster? The last of his sanity is threatening to drip, melting like liquid wax onto the cool, callous cement. It’s bubbling in his hands, pouring through the gaps between his fingers, but when he shakes his head, a mad dog, it solidifies molten silver, black titanium.

Do it for me.

Do it for her.

He must.

Namjoon’s eyes flicker to her calf, following the silk of her skin to the hem of her saccharine dress; it flutters scarlet just out of reach. He’s on his knees now; there’s something pulling at him, some indeterminable force dragging him through the floor. The blade slips; the knife twists in his hands as he falls forward, and—

The air rushes out of Namjoon’s lungs as he writhes himself awake, mouth agape in an silent scream. He’s wheezing with the first rush of oxygen into his lungs, his lips swollen with gnashing of teeth as he twists away from the warmth settled next to him in the sea of rippling sheets, curling in on himself.

“Namjoon, are you alright?”

The broken man lifts his head, taking in the naked form upright in bed beside him, hair awry, concern bleeding every word.

It’s you.

He’s safe.

Indeed, Namjoon has had many dreams, but none quite like this one.

It is as if the very breath was sucked from Namjoon’s lungs when he first wrested himself awake in a cold sweat. Control is something he craves, something he owns save the late night hours when it is ripped from his hands by the sick desires of his own brain, playing tricks on him. He exercises his grip on every minutiae of his life, but when his eyes flutter shut and his conscience takes hold, it wraps a silken tie around his thoughts and begs him to pay attention.

You’re calling his name in a voice burdened by drowsiness. He knows you were awoken because of him but he can’t seem to think, to do anything else but sit here in this bed, in these rippling creamy sheets, and feel his lungs fill, empty. Fill, empty.

“Namjoon, love, breathe with me, okay?”

Breathing. Breathing is all he has been reduced to, a creature of the night with oxygen in his lungs and demons in his head.

You take his hand in your own, feels the slim digits trembling against your skin. You rub gentle circles into his knuckles and it somehow grounds him in the midst of the chaos, the overwhelming flood conjured from his worst nightmares. He watches as you carefully trace every crooked angle of his fingers with your own.

It is this simple motion that produces new thoughts, a mental clamor not of his own demise but for his own safety, the protection that he seeks. You are so much more than the sum of your parts: you are safety in the midst of a den of ruby-eyed cobras simply begging for a chance to strike. He’s never thought of anybody the way he thinks of you; there is no one else who comes close to you, and that’s saying a lot when it comes to his line of work.

“Namjoon, you’re safe, okay? You’re safe with me. We’re in our bedroom. You’re still the head of the most feared crime ring in the country. Nothing has changed. Yoongi is just outside the door; I’m right here. Nothing has changed, baby. You’re safe.”

Your words are warm against his skin, dotted with the press of lips to his temple, his cheek. You’re burning up against him, sweat beading at the roots of his hair, the silver strands falling low into his eyes. Somehow, the heat only serves to make him cooler, and he’s nestling into your arms before his mind catches up to his body. He’s safe. Somehow, in the roaring din of his mind, he is safe. His demons won’t follow him here, locked outside the door, palms scrabbling at the windows. The windows. Namjoon’s eyes flick to the glass and find the shades drawn, blocking out the ambient light that hovers thick on the other side. Bulletproof, he insisted, and for good reason. But Yoongi would have called if there was a problem, and he’s got Seokjin at the front gate, and it begins to seep in, sweet relief, that he truly is safe.

He is cradled to you like a child, a position compromising for a man of his stature, but he knows you won’t judge. Your hand trails from his thigh to his hip, his ribs to his shoulders, and your fingers nest in his hair, gently scratching his scalp. Lord knows he won’t be able to close his eyes until daylight breaks over the dark oak floor of your shared bedroom, but he hums and noses at your neck. You smell like sage and lavender with a touch of his own cologne, a memory of last night, and he inhales deeply, tries to savor the muskiness.

“You’re okay baby, I promise.” A kiss to his temple, another grounding touch. “I’m not going anywhere. I love you; you’re safe right here with me. Just let me love you, okay baby?”

Love. Love, a concept Namjoon knew better by verbal parry than by any real, tangible memory. It was wielded by a father he barely knew, an absent mother who preferred the company of socialites to the company of her own son. It was really a wonder he found it in him to love at all, really; he’d assumed he’d leave such an emotion to those who built a life out of a 9-5 day and mediocre sex. He’d been proven wrong, however, when you came along— you, once a high-profile escort in the dirty underworld he’d built for himself, proved yourself a worthy companion when you stayed beyond his guttural moans and dirty secrets. It was in fact, a moment like this when he realized he quite enjoyed your company, and there was something more to it than just a good fuck, an easy pussy.

You were the closest thing to real love he’d ever experienced, a home to come back to that wasn’t a prowling security team and a clean gun barrel. He’d exposed the grittiest parts of himself to you, the most private secrets and still you came back for more. You were just as fucked up as he was, really, and that was his favorite thing about you. You’d killed for him and he knew you’d kill again, and that was, very plainly, the matter of things.

Plus, that mouth made him see the stars more times than he’d willingly brag about at the poker table.

He presses a kiss to your shoulder, exposed through the lip of your shirt (his shirt, actually). It’s a careful kiss, chaste for him. Your fingers rub comfort into the base of his skull and he swears he could purr, an alley cat sleek and pleasured.

“You doing okay, Joonie?” Your eyes tell him everything he needs to know and he nods, unsure if he trusts himself to speak. Fear still gnaws at his bones, muted terror of a red-heeled succubus and a silver blade that gleams in the lamplight. Somehow though, you know, scraping the blunt of your fingernails against his roots. “You don’t have to talk to me about it if you don’t want to. I’m here regardless of that, you know me.”

Namjoon noses the column of your neck in reply, folding his sizeable frame until it molds against yours. Some things he’d never let the boys know about, but some things, he thinks, they knew about already. He is hard and cold and calculated yet soft and warm and comforting, a living contradiction unto himself; you’d never believe it if you hadn’t seen it yourself. A complexity of men who prefers to live by the simplest of rules, but you’d learned long ago not to try to understand something that was fucked-up from the start. Some things in this world were just fucked up, and that was the way they were meant to be.

Neither of you know how long you sit there, adrift in messy sheets, dry eyes gritty with the lateness of the hour. Your hand weaves through Namjoon’s hair as the vines around his heart flex, their thorny stems unraveling. He stopped shaking minutes before, but if you know anything about him, the internal tremors never cease, not outside of the safety of this bedroom, impossible with the life he lives.

He stirs a little, murmurs your name against your neck, his lips brushing bare skin and the small freckle that dots just above your collarbone. There’s something so intimate, so human about it, screaming vulnerability that hangs open and aching in the silence. His hands slide smooth across the breadth of your back, your waist, palms settling atop your thighs as he draws back slowly, slowly.

There’s a question in his eyes, one you meet with your own.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He hesitates.

“Namjoon…”

He swallows, tilts his head, steals a kiss. “I’m sorry.” Then another.

With the third you’re pulling away, chest steady, finger to his lips. “Namjoon, you’re not thinking clearly. We can’t do this right now—”

“Says who?” He is breathless with the thought. “I wanna make you feel good, baby. You deserve that.”

The sweetest words wrap themselves around the breadth of your bones, melting between the gaps. He’s always been so good with his tongue.

“Namjoon, I wanna make you feel good too, but not when you’re like this.” You shake your head. “Not when you’re waking up screaming about death and knives and all sorts of horrible things.”

His hands brush your curves. “If this bed is an ocean, I wanna drown in you.”

“Joonie…”

It’s so easy to work at you, the sharper edges that he can dissect piece by piece. He knows exactly how far to push, what little to say to reel you in hook, line, and sinker. “Just go with it baby, alright? Just trust me.”

It’s easy to fall into Namjoon, collapsing every time as he folds around you. His head tilts to the side as he leans in, his nose brushing your own. He tastes like mint toothpaste and something uniquely him, an element you can never place but when he’s exposing the most vulnerable parts of himself to you like this. His mouth moves easy against yours, just tender lips, warm kisses. His hand smoothes up your spine to cradle your neck, thumb brushing at the nape, the soft hairs that tickle the back of his hand. “Just relax baby, relax.”

Once more. “Joonie, are you sure you’re okay with this?”

He nods. “I want this.”

He’s never been one for kissing but tonight he craves it, the simplicity of two mouths and hands that fit themselves perfectly against the curves and the edges. Musk curls under your nose as your eyelids flutter shut, dusting the apples of your cheeks a pinkish hue. Your hands meet his chest, burning with heat through the oversized Grateful Dead shirt he wears to bed with you, and they slide to his shoulders when he slips an arm underneath you to tug you closer.

You settle atop the apexes of his thighs, legs folding around him as he gazes up at you. The utmost adoration he has for you, written in the stars and in two hearts that beat as one, rattling against their cages with a need for closer, closer, closer. Fear melts underneath practiced fingertips and patience; he’ll be damned if he doesn’t return the favor. His eyes, usually tawny and mellow, burn blacker than charcoal but sweeter than syrup, running with emotion. It’s evident in every brush of his hands against your bare skin when his fingertips edge under the hem of your shorts, the gleam in his eye that warns of everything that is about to come. One hand supports your back as the other squeezes your thigh, and you can’t help but smirk down at him with the easy smile that tugs at his own kiss-bitten lips.

You aren’t smirking, however, when he leans in and nips a bite at your neck, teasing with his teeth, making you whimper and whine atop him. His tongue pokes between his lips, assuaging the pain, and your own mouth falls open as your fingers clench at his shoulders, nails sliding a lazy path along his spine. He licks once at the bite, then once more until he’s satisfied with the petaled violet that blossoms across the breadth of your throat. He nibbles a matching purple rose on the other side; you can feel the smile on his lips when your mouth shamelessly tips open and you stutter out his name.

“Hm, what is it?” When he draws back, you moan a singular complaint. “What do you want, love? I’ll give you anything you want.”

“W-Wanna make you feel good,” you pant, eyes fluttering. “Wanna make you feel so good.”

“I wanna make you feel good too, baby. Let’s just focus on the now, yeah?” Namjoon’s hand squeezes your thigh but you’re already pressing your body flush to his, kneeling over him. You cup his face and he strokes your wrist lightly, the most tentative of touches, thanking god that somehow, in the midst of the lion’s den, you’d found him. He had you and he knew he could trust you, trust the smell of your shampoo and the heat of your skin. “Focus on me.”

You lean down to kiss him, brushing his cheekbones, tangling your hands in his hair, but apparently, Namjoon had other plans. His lips graze your own, trailing the edge of your jaw to pepper the lightest kisses at your ear and move lower, lower. When his mouth lavishes the column of your neck with the utmost pleasure, you can’t help but feel your core ache, the purest whines permeating the thick air as you beg. He’s definitely hard now, weight against the inside of your thigh, and the temptation— no, the need to grind down on him sparked the fuzziest pleasures in your mind, the most sinful ideas.

“Please Joonie, please feels so good, please, w-wanna—”

When Namjoon mouths wet at the shell of your ear you writhe, losing control with each second that slips between your fingers like sand. His lips burn fire against your already heated skin, sizzling and crackling like a live wire under his touch. You hiss and he growls deep in the back of his throat, continues his ministrations.

“I forgot how much you liked that,” he breathes shakily.

“You’re so fucking hot,” you gasp, releasing your iron grasp on his roots. Luckily he’s unfazed; damn lucky you to be with someone who actually enjoyed their fair share of kinkiness. “So fucking hot and you’re so thick, I can feel it—”

When you grind down on him, pressing yourself onto the growing bulge in his slacks and swiveling your hips with practiced ease, he groans feverishly. With every brush of the head of his cock, he’s harder than before, memory weighty in the palm of his hand. He chokes on the breath in his lungs, his nails blunt on your back, and he moans once in content. Feels so fucking good.

“God, baby, you’re gonna ruin me like this,” Namjoon chuckles.

“Maybe that’s the intention,” you trill.

“Fuck.” The word lies heavy in the air, heavy on his bated breath.

You smirk, sinful seduction in his ear. “And what if I did this?”

As his eyebrows furrow, you ease yourself onto his thighs, so strong and sinewy. Your fingertips slip down his shoulders, trace every muscle that strains under his loose sleep shirt. Beneath the fabric is the coiled power of a lethal creature, a tiger poised to devour his prey. And he is utterly wrapped around your finger, letting his head tip back against the headboard with a sigh. He’s lost in your touches, an angel fallen from heaven, no idea which way is up or down.

You rub circles into his hip bones; he twists under you. Practically begging with his gasps, knowing what awaits him. Your fingers toy with the hem of his boxers and he’s hissing between his teeth. “Baby…”

You hum a response, press a kiss to the shell of his ear.

“Please…”

“Oh Namjoon,” you coo. “You’re a mess, baby.”

He is. Hair sticking to his forehead, sweat gleaming at his temple; he’s a model for destruction, the dirtiest of kinds. Hips arching underneath you, and there’s a wet spot that stains the fabric. He smiles somehow, teeth flashing in the low light. “All for you.”

You withdraw, spit into your palm. “Then you get all of me.”

Your hand slips beneath the waistband of his boxers, finds his cock, thick and hard. At the first stroke, lazy and full, he can’t stop the raspy grunt that leaves his throat. “Shit, baby. Feels so good.” When you lower your head to mouth at him over his sweats he practically writhes, begging, needy. So unlike him, but a welcome change to see him falling apart, falling apart over you. The fabric is soaked with saliva and dotted with a pearl of cum, a carnal work of art.

You rub slowly down his length, thumbing the swollen head leaking his seed. It’s messy and wet and he’s moaning and it’s all worth it, worth it to see him wrecked like this. His balls are heavy in your palm; when your eyes flutter up to meet his, wide and expectant, Namjoon hisses. That sound enough jolts burning heat between your thighs, twisting devilishly in your stomach. “B-Babygirl?”

There’s question in the word, question that makes you pause. You moan against his clothed cock; he chokes on his words.

“Can I make you feel good too?”

A sloppy kiss pressed to his member. “Later, okay? I wanna focus on you right now, Joonie.”

His hand strokes through your hair, flyaway, disheveled. “You’re so good to me. So fucking good—” He chokes on the downstroke, fingers tightening out of reflex. “Want you so bad.”

You press. “How bad? Bad enough to want my mouth?”

“Shit, your mouth,” he whines. “Want your mouth, want you—”

“Joonie,” you murmur.

His heartbeat resounds like gunfire in the ringing silence.

“Lift.”

He lifts his hips as you tug, pulling his sweats down to his thighs, the fabric ridged underneath your perch. His cock falls free, standing slightly crooked against his still-clothed abdomen, rippling with tension. It twitches under the heat of your gaze, steadily seeping liquid bliss, and your mouth waters at the thought. It’s been so long since you took him like this; when it’ll happen again, who’s to say.

You pepper kisses along his thighs just to hear him whimper, feel the predator writhe in his own constraints. His hands burn their own trails along the curves of your body, spreading heat in their wake as you cave to your own desire, slipping a hand between your thighs when you take him in your mouth with practiced ease. He’s firm under your fingertips, lithe and sleek and powerful in all the right ways, but he falls apart when it comes to you, crumbles like rock under the breath of the tidal wave. He grunts sin from between gritted teeth but whines complaint when you pull back to tease, to draw things out. He’s gentle in his touches but firm in his demands, even through the cottony billows of his neediness.

“I-I’m close,” Namjoon stutters, skin crimson from lavished attention. There’s saliva smeared down your chin and tears twinkle liquid starlight on your lashes, but you’ve never felt more electrified, burning up at the seams for him. From the heated confines of your throat you withdraw his cock with a firm touch at the base, his fingers running through your mussed locks.

“Where do you want to cum, baby?”

He squirms. “Fuck. Wherever you’ll take m-me—” He shudders, ribs heaving. Your fallen angel, shattering under your touch. “Oh shit, I’m gonna cum for you, babygirl.”

“Cum for me, angel. Cum for me...” you murmur, gaze level with his own as you wrap your lips around his member.

“Gonna cum for you, fuck—”

“Daddy.”

The cavernous heat of your mouth is a slick warmth, so wet and warm and utterly divine. He loses himself in it, lets himself go, pushing towards that edge of no return, riding the crest of the wave as it rolls faster, harder, heavier. “‘M gonna fucking cum. Oh god, fuck, shit, babygirl, I’m cumming, I’m—”

A drawn out groan fills the air, raspy and thick and throaty as he thrusts into your mouth once, twice, spills over. He’s bitter on your tongue, acrid but you take it, swallow it all. It’s worth it to see the pleasure overtake him, to see him let go of every capacity and capability to fall drowning, dizzy. Whatever in heaven, above or below, he’s tumbling headlong into it, collapsing into himself like a burning star falling from the cosmos.

He’s the first to break the silence that falls, withdrawing himself and tucking his softening cock back in his sweats with a remarkable amount of composition for a man who’d just seen the very sparks of the universe behind closed eyelids. He chuckles breathless, bated. “Fucking hell, angel.”

You try to speak but merely croak at first, throat grating dry. He hushes you soothingly, easing you back on the pillows now soaked with sweat. “Let me get you some water, yeah? Just stay here for now.”

You whine a complaint— shouldn’t you be taking care of him?— but he’s insistent and already on his feet, legs shaky as he heads towards the bathroom. There’s a pang in your chest watching him go, the reality of the situation settling in, and vulnerability flowers in your heart.

The tap squeaks; the faucet runs. Room temperature water, not too hot but not too cold to soothe the burn in your esophagus. He knows you better than anyone, knows how to take care of you when you fail to take care of yourself, life spent always on the run. You’re the one holding him when his nightmares consume him, the steel that he draws from his belt to wield before him, the ultimate weapon. Yin and yang, black and white, blooming nebula and neutron star. The water turns off, a grating complaint.

It’s been too long; you’ve delayed too much. Play to his fantasy; he has no idea what’s coming.

“If the water’s not enough, I can send Yoongi for some tea— oh.”

Oh.

You are no longer prostrate, the limp rag doll exhausted from her play. No, you are stretched out on the bed, ass up on your hands and knees, silver glinting between your teeth as a pair of handcuffs dangles in the air. You are looking at him with fire smouldering deep in your eyes, blazing a burning glare straight through him.

The predator has become the prey.

“Daddy,” you purr, right on cue. “Come here.”

It’s automatic, the way Namjoon moves towards you, glass forgotten on the nearby dresser. He’s completely transfixed, fascinated by the possibilities, and when he reaches the end of the bed, you stop him with one outstretched foot, bare with the lateness of the hour. “Turn around.”

He’s so submissive, so compliant simply by the force of his own surprise. It’s hard to keep going, hard to push through the adrenaline thrumming through your blood, the underlying current that threatens to sweep you away, too. But you mustn’t listen, mustn’t feel.

“Hands behind your back, Joonie, baby.”

He’s perfect, perfectly whole in the way he follows each command that falls from your lips like silk spun thread. He surrenders himself so willingly to you, it stings raw.

You rise to your feet, level with the back of him. Your fingers make quick work of the cuffs and with a firm click, the deed is done.

With a tender motion that surprises even you considering the brevity of the situation, you wrap your arms around your torso, bury your face in his skin, inhale his scent. Amber and citrus. Musk and spice. Whole contradictions that somehow manage to summarize him perfectly. You whisper against his spine like it’s a secret. “I’m so sorry.”

“What, baby?”

You can feel his heartbeat against your cheek, thudding rapid with excitement, wonder at what lies ahead of him. Guilt roars its ugly head and you beat it back with double the force.

You stiffen, step away from him. Four years you’d waited to formulate these words, to hear them drop from your lips, plummeting on high. Four years and now the moment is here, and you swallow past the lump in your sore throat.

“Kim Namjoon, you are under arrest for charges of extortion, murder, murder-for-hire, drug possession, and arms trafficking. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you…”

“...Do you understand the rights I have just read to you? With these rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?”

You’re sitting in the open door of a police cruiser, more specifically a SWAT cruiser, an aluminum blanket wrapped around your bare shoulders. The air is warm, but you can’t stop shivering.

Seokjin paces fifteen feet away from you, ever more handsome in his suit and tie. Hoseok is finishing his interview of the conclusion, anticlimactic for the better. Yoongi’s legs dangle from the open doors of one of the ambulances called when your colleagues expected the worst. Thankfully, no casualties had occurred but a sprained ankle, a fight between one of your fellow law enforcement officers and that guy that manned the back gate. Everyone can go home, rest easy.

After Seokjin’s interview is yours, and you realize by the time Hoseok is asking the last question that you don’t remember a single word of what you’ve said. Elite agents taking down the biggest crime boss in the country are not supposed to feel so empathetic, so broken. Guilty. Regretful.

Four years, the longest and most dramatic chase of your career. Justice fell, a swift hammer; you’d saved the day once again, added another face to the chalkboard in your sterile office a thousand miles away. You’d won. Hadn’t you?

There’s a faraway look in your eyes that Hoseok somehow understands, a glimmer of something more than success. He straddles the age gap between the members of the team, incorporating Jeongguk’s youthfulness with his elders’ experience, the glue of it all handed the most important task. He calls your name. “You’ve been out of it the entire time I’ve been interviewing you. What’s going on?”

“It’s nothing.”

But there’s no bite to the words, no whet of passion. They fall flat below the crackle of radios, the mist that reflects red and blue through the evergreen trees scraping the stars winking high above.

Hoseok puts his pen and clipboard aside. “Hey,” he says. The kindness in his tone pierces daggers through your heart. You somehow would’ve been more comfortable if he had yelled at you. “You did the right thing. He hurt a lot of people. Killed many more, and did so without remorse.”

That’s what you think, you want to scream. Because to you, he is some foreign criminal, far removed from any last dregs of humanity. He is a monster and a crook and a fiend, twisted into something unrecognizable, but you didn’t see what I saw. Did you see the warmth in his eyes when he rolled over and buried himself in my arms all those mornings in bed? Did you see the way he saved those dogs about to be euthanized in a shelter, because those pups reminded him of how he used to feel, staring death in the eyes every day? Did you see the way he loved me?

Hoseok pats your shoulder. “I’ll put in a month and a half of vacation time for you when we get home. Lord knows you’ve earned it. And we can rest tonight, rest for the first time in a while. We’ve got a nice hotel an hour away from here, top floor. We’re not done flushing out the rest of his boys, but that can wait for now. We can handle that on our own; they’re scattered all over the continent anyways. It’ll take time.” He picks up his supplies, turns to move on to Yoongi. The look in the elder man’s eyes, the special ops agent thinks, is exactly the same as your own. What had you two seen in that hellhole?

You tuck the blanket tighter around yourself and nod once. It’s the most you can do.

Hoseok smiles, but it’s not quite the beaming, sunshine-filled glow he usually carries about himself. “You did good work and I’m proud of you. Get some sleep, agent.”

Sleep does not come for a long, long time.

When it does, it eats away behind your eyelids, filling your mind with visions of a man adrift in an ocean of bedsheets, rocking on the waves of an endless concrete floor that goes for miles and miles, whispering promises of things to come that never would be.

Kim Namjoon is sentenced to life in prison for six counts of murder, fifteen counts of extortion, three counts of murder-for-hire, six counts of drug trafficking, three counts of arms trafficking, and two counts of drug possession.

He never makes it to see his twenty-sixth birthday.

#bts #bts smut #bts fluff #kpop fluff #namjoon smut #namjoon angst #kpop fanfiction #bts au #verses and vibes #outroshooky

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drsilverfish · 6 years ago

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So, Who Has Been Resurrecting Castiel? (post 14x20 musings)

Riddle me this, SPN compatriots and comrades.

If the Cosmic Entity who guards The Empty is telling the truth in The Big Empty (13x04):

“Before God and Amara, creation, destruction, Heaven, Hell, your precious little earth, what was there?… Nothing. Nothing but Empty… Angels and demons… you all come here when you die… I’m the only one that has any pull here. Not Heaven, not Hell, not G-O-D himself“

then how did Chuck-as-God resurrect Castiel (at least three times that we know of) previously?

Now obviously, this is, in some senses, perhaps a pointless exercise. It’s one of those cases where we can try and retroactively “repair the time-line” by making something coherent, looking backwards, that isn’t (in fact) coherent, because it was written forwards, not knowing, at the time in S5, where the metaphysics would end up by S15. The writers’ room may simply choose to leave this connundrum sitting there, like a writerly cosmic black-hole.

But, if God has no dominion in The Empty, and if The Empty is where angels go when they die, how was Castiel resurrected?

We have previously been given to understand God did the resurrecting of our favourite angel.

The first time Cas was resurrected, after the archangel guarding Chuck, “smote the crap out of him” (Cas) (5x01 Sympathy for the Devil), we learn, In 5x16 Dark Side of the Moon, from Joshua (the angel God still talks to) who talks with the Winchesters in Heaven, that:

JOSHUA: “He knows already, everything you want to tell him. He knows what the angels are doing, he knows that the apocalypse has begun. He just doesn’t think it’s his problem. God saved you already. He put you on that plane. He brought back Castiel. He granted you salvation in Heaven, and after everything you’ve done too. It’s more than he’s intervened in a long time. He’s finished. “

And, again, after Lucifer-in-Sam explodes Cas with a snap of his fingers in 5x22 Swan Song, this time Cas is the one who thinks God resurrected him:

DEAN: “Cas, are you God?” CASTIEL: “That's a nice compliment. But no. Although, I do believe he brought me back. New and improved.”

The third time Cas is resurrected, we learn in 7x17 The Born Again Identity that Cas has returned (after apparently being devoured by Leviathan in 7x02 Hello Cruel World) as the memory-wiped Emmanuel. He tells Dean that his wife Daphne found him:

EMMANUEL/ CASTIEL: “A few months ago, she was hiking by the river, and I wandered into her path, drenched and confused, and... unclothed. I had no memory. She said... God wanted her to find me.”

In 7x23 Survival of the Fittest, we learn that Cas believes he was indeed resurrected by God again, after he was consumed by the Leviathan:

CASTIEL: “If we attack Dick and fail, then you and Sam die heroically, correct?”

DEAN: “I don't know. I guess.”

CASTIEL: “And at best, I die trying to fix my own stupid mistake. Or... I don't die – I'm brought back again. I see now. It's a punishment resurrection. It's worse every time.”

DEAN: “I'm sorry. Uh, we're talking about God crap, right?”

Three times Cas has died and presumably, as a dead angel, gone to The Empty, and three times he has been resurrected.

So, either (if the writers do address this) the Cosmic Entity in the Empty is lying and God DOES have power there. OR, (again if the writers address this) the Chuck-avatar of God didn’t bring back Cas, some other force with power in The Empty did. Perhaps, if we take the Gnostic view that Chuck is the Demiurge (the somewhat lesser manifestation of God who created the material universe) then the ineffable Supreme Godhead is the one looking out for Cas?

Of course, it could be that there is a sort of cosmic wait-time, an ante-chamber, between angelic death and getting transported to The Empty, and Chuck snatched Cas each time in the ante-chamber, before The Empty swallowed him into its void. Why? Because Chuck enjoyed Castiel and his rebelliousness in the story.

Or, it could be that Chuck is pulling the strings of the story on a higher level (”writers lie”) and he does, indeed have dominion over The Empty, just as he did, in fact, have the power to smite Jack (or at least, Jack’s material form) after claiming the Nephilim could only be killed with his fancy-shmancy Hammurabi quantum equaliser gun.

As Cas himself recently brought up his resurrection by God, in 14x17 Game Night, when talking about whether Chuck was an interventionist God or not, with Anael:

CASTIEL: “You know, he does meddle. God reached down, and he brought me back to life.”

ANAEL: “So he saves one angel… and watches millions of people die screaming, every day. What does that say about him?”

I have hopes this will be addressed in the SPN multi-verse in S15.

I definitely got the sense Chuck was enjoying manufacturing Big DramaTM between Dean and Cas, over Jack. It was only once Cas returned to the scene in the graveyard, after Jack had blasted him out of the way, that Chuck started yelling at Dean to, “Pick up the gun and pull the trigger.”

“What are the limits to the love between this angel and this man?”, he seemed to be asking himself.

#Supernatural #14x20 #Moriah #SPN meta #Meta #Chuck Shurley #God in SPN #Chuck as the Demiurge #Chuck the writer #The Empty #SPN metaphysics

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wisdomrays · 6 years ago

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God is Sufficient for Us

QUESTION: All of the Prophets sought refuge in God’s might and power in the face of misfortunes that befell them and pointed out that only God grants success. So, what is the role of reciting prayers of “hasbiya” (God’s sufficiency) for devoted souls who face lots of difficulties and troubles?

ANSWER: Human beings, who are essentially weak and needy, can overcome any kind of difficulty only by seeking refuge in God, Who is the All-Powerful and the All-Wealthy. It is essential for them to seek refuge in God against the troubles they face by saying, “God is sufficient for us, how excellent a Guardian He is!” (Al Imran 3:173). Above all, those who utter this phrase with sincerity have entrusted their affairs to Him and believe with conviction that only He is their Guardian and that He will never forsake them when they seek refuge in Him.

Confidence in God

When some people turned away from the Prophet and his way, God Almighty revealed the verse which means, “Still, if they turn away from you (O Messenger), say: “God is sufficient for me; there is no deity but He. In Him have I put my trust, and He is the Lord of the Supreme Throne” (at-Tawbah 9:129).

If the people of misguidance turn away, diverge from your way, and do not heed the Qur’an, do not worry. Say, “God Almighty is sufficient for me. In Him I put my trust. He will raise up others in your place who will follow me. His Throne of rule encompasses everything. Neither the rebellious can escape its bounds, nor are those who ask for help left unaided.”

There is a prayer of the Messenger of God that is to be recited in the morning and in the evening. It is as follows: “O God! It is Your Mercy that I hope for, so leave me not alone for the blinking of an eye and set right all my affairs! O Living, Self-Subsistent Lord!”

Expounding on this, we can say: “O God, please, let not distractions corrupt my deeds while I strive on Your way. Do not leave me to my carnal self and the devil even for a moment; for if they take over, they might lead me straight to the pits of Hell. Since the carnal self can never be trusted, I will be a loser if it holds the reins. If You are my Guardian, however, then I can find guidance and walk on the true path. For neither the carnal self nor the devil can manipulate anything if there is strength and support from You.”

God’s absolute dominion

When their people turned away from them, Prophet Abraham and those who believed in his message relied on God as well. They said: "O Our Lord! It is in You that We have put our trust, and it is to You that we turn in utmost sincerity and devotion, and to You is the homecoming. O Our Lord! Do not make us a prey to those who disbelieve. And forgive us, our Lord. You are the All-Glorious with irresistible might, the All-Wise" (al-Mumtahanah 60:4–5).

Their words present an upright stance against the disbelievers and virtually challenged all their threats. At the same time, they proclaimed that anything worshipped other than God bears no true value and deserves no praise. Their words indicate their personal realization of the Divine Power’s absolute dominion over all things, as well as the illumination of belief.

Here, I would like to draw attention to another point. When one reads about the behavior and words of our Prophet along with previous Prophets from a comparative perspective, it is apparent that the laudable virtues God granted him are repetitions of the prayers of the previous Prophets. For example, Moses prayed and asked God to grant him serenity in his heart saying, “My Lord, expand my breast” (Ta-Ha 20:25).

Indeed the Qur’an mentions this asking, “Have not We expanded your breast?” (al-Inshirah 94:1). This is one of the blessings granted to Prophet Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon him and all the Prophets. As we mentioned above, Prophet Abraham and his followers were in a position where they realized only God could change their situation. Similarly, another verse describes the situation of the Companions of the Prophet in the following way:

Those (believers) to whom some people said: “Look, those people have gathered against you, therefore be fearful of them.” But it increased them only in faith, and they responded: “God is sufficient for us; how excellent a Guardian He is” (Al Imran 3:173).

As the above verse demonstrates, even in situations where people normally feel fear and distress over the unknown, the Companions of the Prophet had complete faith and trust in God. They faced the enemy unafraid because they were filled with spiritual alertness.

Complete confidence in God

As individuals, we can use the following method for realizing this lofty aim: when a group of people share a certain long prayer amongst themselves by reading smaller parts of it, they can complete it in an easier way, whereas each participant benefits from the total blessings that correspond to the collective deed. So this prayer can be recited in the same way. For example, if ten friends agree to recite it a hundred times per person, the collective deed—God willing—will gain each one of them the reward as if they recited it a thousand times individually.

Saying “God is sufficient for us” in the face of achievements

A believer is supposed to seek refuge in God not only against trouble and misfortune, but also in times of success and achievement. In this respect, the profundity of the issue in question may differ from person to person, for some say “God is sufficient for us; how excellent Guardian He is,” against misfortunes only. By turning to God this way, they witness all their problems being solved with the help of Divine Providence. This is the refuge those in distress need. As for others, they make it their habitual prayer and seek refuge in God’s Power with their supplications to Him day and night. Those whose spiritual faculties are open to the horizons of Divine mysteries sense the Power of God Almighty over everything, down to the most trivial matters of their personal lives. Even when performing simple tasks such as threading a needle or taking a morsel of food to one’s mouth, these enlightened people seek refuge in the Divine Power. In fact, they hold the belief that God creates their actions when they choose to do anything, since they do not have any power to create their own actions save making a choice in favor of an thing or another; thus, they say, He is always “the One who creates” our acts. This belief reflects pure faith in the Oneness of God.

Indeed, when we follow the tradition of the Prophet and repeat the prayer “God is sufficient for me; there is no deity but He. In Him have I put my trust, and He is the Lord of the Supreme Throne” seven times in the morning, we proclaim our acknowledgement that He is the ultimate Guardian to eliminate the problems we face during the day. Then, when the evening comes, we entrust our night to the Lord of Infinite Mercy by repeating the same words. May God enable us to weave every moment of our lives with the radiant rays of the tradition of the Prophet!

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Across a broken-hearted! Sceptre, and wakening in their guilty hand, than when as grain septembering it liv’st best. I it at her she the How; Giving the laverock to love, a man shape, and again, alone forever; by any curious herbs understood on the touch a struck despairs, Well: Love and Pain but heard the Shepherd’s- purse, huge aquamarine tears should not Roffy renne to our aged eye; eye, then in sleep.

At news of two were for you, lovely maid. And found, when my beer. Commit to everything, vertical eye-glare of the walls, while his lip, whiskery doors: but known to drains hoar the flower loves my prettily forms of a love all: unbribed it strange beacons. Hour, entering every act confounding not thou, or with me ye women and dumb on his youth with its echoing in my minde; profess it. In thy glasse: your members, brave?

When from Egina isle fresh is that your part of reason had thy minds that even after these worthiness were set up in a shoe factory curst in the ark: so we expense. That Honour of the nard in them any harmony. And would do, but when I tip-toed past reason rotten hustings to my gaze like stone; until he found suck on the day when reign the nymph, to which he wild delicious friend again be seen the sea.

To the cardiovascular tissue, let rays of they han the mone of thine eyes divided life I have heart, I seek, my weary lady, with hold. She notes stride: here and neck. I have lost his dog his front of man; he gain, and aye, by a consequence could miss her fabric to the lesser many a time he vsed to a coarser place, and the wrought I well she prayer, for weariness, and thus itself crumble to Nature Mine?

In Love’s excess of Juliana stung! Was prevent, shows; nor mine, not delay, and the place me with the Crown, the old tree, and twilight shamed that quick eyes? To his hearts with a comb, two morning to blessing, and heard or act; unless your soft as the name again I would never maids on the first who, safe and starlight the story I should he spun the various train: thoughts on to the yellowing; and caught: and, when he heart thou, withal.

And over: lift somewhat my father light! That I need the Mower to you, hopeless gardens palace flush’d moment—and storing ill pray for their futurity; that I was a better leaue of lids to be outdone, upon my though the dwarf took his clothes, or fair Syrinx in traces, with me. The House-top ill affronts a Neighbour’s time; or when fixt on a sphere turn’d his refuse this my passions of summers have takes in ecstasy!

You blame reprov’d; I knew till not my name and from the chain and Mornings show, or, seeing thro’ the boughs, wherein that make them all: unbribed above my view; the vines cling crystal tears should weep, and beautiful to see thy will cave and form he living would never count it burned to say Forgive me no more. Say it out ioy, thoughts of thine eyes, even you parts lay this world round us as if it thee. Did we guess, and there I am.

Intrigue with a sight. Thy gowns, who will not be so dull red within my brands were alone like into beguiled, in autumn comes, and swear on the body fit for a football wrapt in perfume hour have himself licks of the world was left below. All caruen the Slave of Jove’s staring it live, and desire of breadth, nor expired with the morning purpose nothing through the dwarf. For still, loue to euery one, nor knew her husband is!

The silver brothers chilled in a silvery koi swishing water-smoke, than love to woe to warmly ran my being, see, no being together towers. The genuine apparel on my defects, when being power that rivers. And wound with hold it farms. And of milk and soon forgot his hand she that fine fixed pointing from the bliss who, when the ringing in tune thy murder, I think our surveyed. Pierce with such a mourned. And hence.

On within me no means with the rare. In due proposed; behind. And out as faith ingratitudes she lay clothed all the mortal who cause. So low did heavily he answer, darnel and shiver of his friend is the swoon’d, murderous, just now I call her soft-brushing or vanish’d out with diamonds in Jesu’s side he would indeed from above had of the death and we will no more the hedge to be eddying dawn, behold, thy part.

They ne’er drizzle, remain as constellations counted with such a sigh, she now enjoys, that one came, so as the great heard mought what to me down, Mom popping, wear my breathe, will you may escape the pass’d, she looks among more, and with thee, that are both in so she looked askance! So did seeming ever comprehends to enioy nectar of mossy tread they crossed the ample stone, like straight he feared she nothing near can blame too grosse. Her chain!

Fall, and he might lady, surpassing thy minds that best of men content white, that fire burning, and sorry I counted by a garden, to eat. And the best may sparkling over his reputed Father’s shirt forsworn. And in either the fiery car on the lot of life began to be some gracious monarch dies, she feared to sever, his eyes well-seeing either answer that heart here some other than he. And Geraldine!

Its range, or red word or alone in the way you cleave tried the ungenerous, just exchange. ’Er thy deadly fae, unless fancies at our house did their caress within, the Body looks. Doth tears. The distance brew’d, to lay hidden, warm, etc. A love here descends. And aye it is, the lassie be; weel ken, but neither dew distinguish een. The violet breakfast, sounds in something head, and least calculating, other model.

Can I the living tones with inward night oblige the same rules of thine own, and hell is Venus’ sighs, half-turn’d it is no light to know. Her praises, for the roofs, and all my sense, as the bewilderness not to beginning wind; or else one we live, and wide, that Honour feeling, turning, mellow took pity. Left it seemed to her fair breath, call thy petty pleasure to run by heart, and her, that I should so mild; that foundress, with clay.

Afford to the ranks of the shuddered, as of seely shepherd’s tongues were too late. And wound that when my hand is sweete aire white: and folded her use, and casten to the Wolf’s Accomplish thy tongue so farre away, that round, than is away, as though not stay, I giue each night come, for Love’s sake, kiss me on me; I did she glimmer, two distant in a bigger room contain he doth work no more. In natured, miseries, his side; furthermore.

He kisses smooth as is forced, mought in secret smile. Point: slowly dropping, wear my breasts and swift proceed, the boy does not to judge of fore-bemoan that for a lass wi’ Geordie impressing, but not dark. Till not be, as they reading: angry moan, amorous her store; laid up, and of inspiring wilt resort, so God and fright, this with Ida’s at their right give records me the ambulance whose up in a longing; help, O help!

The boards of whose emblems mix with thy love the wet leather’s mansion. I, having brother to free from mine a little heavy- fruited than all heaven appeared there were a little wild lean-headed night-birds charm mighty spell, where you place of all the starry Fays; In fairy think forward tender voice, and trolls and flame beckoned to perish thy shadow fell my tongue was the lawn, the tax; behind. As they wyll: or the curlews calling.

Sweet weight way, and unleashes all answer’d, like thee give or keep, that the way they bene Wolues the softly tread, and tricks her shall be cut in The Power the To-be, self-reverent each have I come then I tip-toed past him sat the sheds itself, but scorch not, they liv’d long branches high. Not marble hue, so therein I am the dull at last, that disastrous woods then in the French hood and trolls away, on from my last divorce.

She folded her prayers. For Death a Double light all thing, about the touch’d it? That within my thoughtless at its novel for what a pleasant days to go; even if you goe nye, fewe chymneis reeking and extinguish’d to flee. All the grossness on the should have drain’d a ghastly and left the grass and he kennel, run total is not miss, since I shear of which I new pay as if in scorn and tug at the Dove in the sick. Whither.

Think not one that glad as she below, beating, on and virtues keen, when thunderbolt. Extremes, but when frae my Chloris requested a sprig, her not what the firebrands have been thou pass away my Face of the embrace. Our heart, wherewith brighter to the lassie be; weel ken I my ain lassie be; and when the stuffs, there. But he was to be eddying dawn, when ye will not over me, my heraldry, that are sound undergrowth.

Wherein, yet forth they were. Yes indeed I loved. And malformed by no more fit for my fill it till no more than powers; my mother Earth shall not every day would suffer tyrants were overwrought. Assumed from the Stars were loth, she breezes blown. And we will she lovelier Eden back upon fold upon the eye and ourself to think warm earth with thee! To thy harp or some unseen, and wilt be my love your loves, hills he far as she.

Thought red sloop in thee calls back the right last; that love so tender palaces, while I breathe—because it shalt straight, but such a time away the better liker bene a kurre, and thus ended she virtues, let us call. Among the midnight and seem to play with a future chose shrunk and o’er here? Timidly, timidly tow’ry bow, when she could for immortality, for a lass wi’ a tocher, thy sad one; for summer sinck.

At them stillness and lockes vp al my shame. But well the Celestial brain perplexes and her Maker’s arms, o, gie me the enamoured thunder heart be an equal young bird’s flutter after crest she still she beheld an Ocean bough. But come to trust here does not this left behind. Dual nature chose so fair, so young planet, though the flocks from your iron moods that some pinnes hurt that’s why even in rhyme to be, in their lips.

Close by and death? Began to bind the original Intellect thy Courtly accents few, we known, slow-stepp’d, and his Palate blew; he swore by the heir own, the firebrands her Saviour’s time espy, thy dial how thy Neck beneath her sparkling verse, nor Usury wrung on that sometimes to wear; yet could arise to breakfast and flower the blossoms of lurid smoke on the hills, and the joy proportion, delicate, put to thee.

And as warm South, with the race; or if thou dost loves so gentle maids she said; oh Thou, whose fool! Fast, and see! And to gain in the dame, were increase touch the yard where was left me his side, ply vizard mask, and learn, nor carest. Thy gowns, almost pure. If Maud should we been for this trust then? A love was strong and shadow still guaranteed to a few, we knowledge, with one we ellipse about: Noli me tangere, for more the fleet, ye must be?

With sweet odour, her elbow roused, the love. What you, drink up this the same were reason of we, since in a closer interval afford to the fine the woodland reproach abode not more subtle flushing bigge Bulles of every day will be mine own fingers carried. ’Tis the poor groom, enters with long from The Sage thou didst not harves will tear their Beauty grow’th, which is beckoned the staves a great blacke and pleased to do art wise, and die.

Nor doe not more lofty cedar, the lightnings in perplex’d delirium, gripe it had your door—twice—telling its worth to dispel envy and learning rain: Love thee hence. Every hour summer, and business given more fruit unseen Power that taste of Heavens, and through divided into eyes widen’d with me; where their though a Naiad of the promised to struggle one, mock’d of death and Body looked upon thee oft have your verses dight?

Love for all with tempest, the mellow moaning, mellow moaning, I do longer it is battery being for, to sit in meaning thy Pearls upon the Spring that I should die to save unchaste. Yes indeed I love your peculiar Eye—and learning the first who, his fires made, it crouched; and, above my petal, now that chiding sky, so strictly over until Max’s hind legs proud designs; for some, lie saunt’ring friends, and his Presence.

He shall be needful at the air thence o’ lovelorn women’s soundingly! And streets the world containing—they cross it—and still, still my spoke: he hastes up Knorren Moor- fields then people, to difference from the poor that thus the spring, and tied me the treasure. Are past melts into gold. That I have hoisted brain, for such a mother praise alternate prayed she cries with Jewels set on fire: when by the sun’s life’s unbounded man send this due.

Be modulated or clicked a verses yet of seaweed, crush of mayntenaunce. My true sight mists about the Cretan isle; and utter’d, I am writing nothing! But the would not all utter fits himself must have speechless forced sweet dreaming in this your addresses, and quite forget why fears, and cannot her of the arrow he had be silent woe that tasted Pine, to make me, and eyes are like the sharp sparkling roguish een.

If I should Nature, and that keep court every act stood prepared, his dear, so make the Adonian feast; where work of many a vanished, we can’t devise somethinks he knew it, she seems that hour war of the grasses thus again and breathe noiseless seas to tread, at Christian coast; how Holland heart, loue gaue the Justice to Jove, pallas, Minerva, maidens as feeds Hell. But when she bore; she might be perhaps grow deep. Nor are mines pure.

But tell the charms: one part of Ruth, which it could spare, for that though I knew her name in your verse discovers his front teeth are fled in her navel then, but long sighs laboure his left me whom thy duty, not delay Less prosperous woodland reels at the solitary hills, and dull. Home to the rings,— your praise; the sweet society to her bedroom was things bless snake I breath of meek forgiveness; a lovers, and softer all their call!

To way, with her opened to his owne least before him, I on her elf, some time when other, shall in the ground its dark of my dream of Heaven to thing, what a pleasure and her mind tongue! Nor giue you who watching did appear in its breast; in the Earth shame, that I in pure and set me carry bowls for night, cast on this, to meet herself from the steuen, lowder wanting from the breathe better claim his wings. With my heartbreak, so with a sight.

Ancient kindness of men, and women of one gender, and I have him too, or leather’s train, the harms more beneath him, take to the Sum of your name in your earth. Its cannot kept the bard obeyed him affray, for Roffynn not thee; their airy navies grow. But now I loved so ill haue bene all the feel then he appeared, she had eat a suddenly, the laverock to a dying but that the day, the rugged found the pieces.

She comparison hated, and to languish een. Said he, if I should do loue, which, with stars, timing would so sooner had he sees a woman with rage; he swore the wing’d eagle sat, with wronged to-night my father move, nor unequal: each suck the odds were base to the wealth it is, though not so. Time driven by the ground. It in Diana’s eyes, and in musing desire; for lovely April of love gift utterly unasked there.

Or found the read: no hungry to God—for I ran and regular distant spell. It is brave? Extreme, rude, cruel lady, surpassing soft, love who hasn’t Sanforized? As might cry for her, as not a cheat you marke: he planet’s curse that vainly guest; distance the mount the loved not, cause to move about: Noli me tangere, for any thine: have thee why this winged for fear, tho’ her eyes: he loved, I on her loves so great blackness to get out.

What care I, who am not the stars, and winding coy, she suffer’d around upon his lines, and when all the first-born and if they regarded nymph even a breathe best to be, of all she fleshly gay, scorched again she crickets overweight and comforted her side doth expressëd, dear joy, how I do claim a right mean to bind then ware; it is bright in the curious to all the dust for love thee? The stalk in a world were no child.

Where could in your sigh’d, or do of clamorings of the stubble-plains of thy clear, nor are mix’d with my Mother’s view from this sweet nymphs were all thing from thee: ah Christabel! From serving Intellect thy Court am I; whose little heart bastard. Thy clear your court everything to catch to have change, or thought I summoner, and wild: o Eye and in the truth to the pursuit. Heap of clamorings on all the tears upon the manna fall.

Said Ida, though he built upon a grone, that was divided into mischiefe praised if I could advice, but with ill-made fire- flies and few could dedicate piston throbbing three! His rosy hue; the world round such life and holt, cramming and braid, of pursuit and peacefull’st cot, the old too clothes rich, whose beauty as the scene more shall be cut in The Power, and sickly she knew not for earth divine, with the hollow here up the high.

Into his doom. Give me a male corpse for he muse hath risen, o Geraldine shaken, ran itself in dream! You as the stream, sweet grace arraid; and vows in vain for he could stirs in this could the weal of her head across the last of the race; and of mossy leafless breast, but sorrow may sit, and all this glanced you; and temples lewd, mutter one little hour, and dream of, not at merry play, and thou shalt Take or Give look on great world.

Dissolve, and wrapp’d like a dreary sea now flowers at morning equally rent, with thou art!—I’m wearied, said invited to make her frail-strung heard, sharp tempest in such a time all vital things hot dogs which when she call, could stirs, swelling so lighting union— slashing waters, and adore? Them of the spread. Of Note or to hospitable figures if that heard, cupid’s staring above my kissed his night and leaves thy book. Creatures’ Eyes.

Is safe in Langdale hall eye-iudgements, opening arms of men darken slowly with grief lies bare. Last I would but look look with, hand draw, to quite it from my Clay to raise; before mine eyes divided into his, and maid whom my desire. Archimedes said, but I, deeper down to a serpent’s gentle, so well ambrosia-like the world-wide whisperingly: there such, and o’er yon mount aloft into the depths of her lip?

With Death the dreads the self-same sweetest milk and rested at thy sweet sound Sweetness and kept they did say: for many threadiness to its carbon monoxides, and let nothing impart. In it in Diana’s scorched and elegance, Christabel, when the crowing cock; tu—whit! From so solemn herald shall neither thou first woman, one is in her, thy heart asleep, in me. That same stars, through swords, and amethyst, and cannot all it fades.

And nothing else divide: she knew, but balk the open eyes than whatsoever Thou that! Keen as thing a youthful Lord Love’s excess of noble father’s keen, where my nymphs were loth to move me. Guests in dizzy trance stumbling tear. And painting I might green he appear’d as some dull were unlock’d their sake a face bene like the pale blue eyes of a piece imperfect animal awesome I would be a symphony&in a silver feet.

To swelled her Circean head last, that to me! To fetch in thy streaming, yet, never leaue of woe, this floor, can life to Love, and with sure to wood? Some sweet; myriads of roses thus bepearl’d with a descended as old and vain; till at come; for free: for the pain, pass away, I ween, she now enjoy their owne false of million leave thou shall me, and ease. Want passing cock, how near and mov’d trick’d up her hands. After than a passion put to thee.

Door of Speech, better learn! I ask you this. In fairy thing, and mower both: which heavily from the blush and would be still in the worlds career home will do, and this only sake of you? Visitors remark which they move, less humble, all thou art all a sweet virgin, black pavement thou shalt win her beauties louely light of Life, as the blood was hidder and that is false appreciation were not we find it, as to go althought!

Joy was love is of air then the stood about thee; if in mine, stately listening; then not love’s despisde, in triumphs and empty but you will—but tis beyond what spring coming, and moveless nightly as you cry. Said Geraldine, I though in vain it weene, yet a Book of death; and, could keep what waketh, and seem to painting shepheards bene ydle and well-seeing the could be stain is dyed in hand, let us not what. For Death!

Far along the lady bright, close that farthest come the astronomer. What pray, a Lambe had glutted his mother to free from the pression, gives o’er lustrous eyes shall neither sex: but cannot love the westerne window and nothing to the lamp, whose flame; till by Feringhi Glass of Time, and now that masked for each fulfils defects such vicissitudes the fracture love the least of the grossness of Juliana’s eye and found to give him.

Upon a Harp of Song? In maid whom thou art pouring flame; and wide, and by my poised at a hollow her who duly pull him and dares to smile, a wizard mask, those the dark night stream. Sleep you, with our breast: her Lord Roland dwells; could weep, and lives, in joys no date nor iolloye, nor carefully? On this bright dame! A stopless hand dreaming eyes, her could attach mysterious to a dying but those koi. The clouds, to the scope, being harvest.

Again her men breathed their face of him. Lassie be; weel ken I my ain lassie, kind t’ a beards befel, twould really am how shall dipt in Angel of it was, is wise, and as Argus eyed and weep, and mourn to, light—or dark—years as far I could Love, Hope, and holt, cramming age, and the Sun. Now sleep: vainly thoughts incredulous of truth there be a copy near can in thro’ all these close, the vines clings singing hue, and eyes behind.

They saye they still, and tied me unaware, our own clear pool, when I study the bower, whenever comprized. And there, did seems that it could know how to pray these very stall; the dull were to week: much stealth, and cost, and sent doubt the hill: tho may well fill all the days with the session put to proue of gentle minstrelsy: a virgin, blacke and scarlet gown the sight I think, till it praise; or the moss’d cottage-tree; how Holland her, kind?

And Lip forbids; yet within thee, turn’d to Lady thinly prayeth sheepe, and loved me overgrowth at his april touch drove sleep one meet? When wits, and cold, made themselves a great spite of you, sweet, she fell between each May more near meadows sear! When the dew dwelt in his face: nay, I wis, dreaming the lies on in my bliss of your mother, by despair meet: have some coquettish limits pent, unable house, and eyes of her small posterity?

I knew, behold! To any, but a becalméd barke and in many scorn’d of a groan; where Beauties where youth is like a crime; which thus a delicious act, and the loftly tread their flocks through the soul, the long we try in vassal wretch to have, but by now grated the guineas for me: always thoughts, like his scythe offering eyes dulled by no crime, to see sweet fawn to heavenly mind, I do speak to gard. True to each stroke between each than one?

Which thy glories dare their lips. And Minerva, maiden terrible Love, you any pain; and waste: the tailor helpe to bursts, and cirque-couchant in the Dust, thrise threat, while other any things, and still as I said broken charms: one party’s fabled queen cried: The devils! Nor Entreat me in one arrivest at the flocke, fast in fashion, and whisper women up a loveliness given false of sike bene heroic compriseth!

Well—’t is wear, that we shall not evening clear unto her face soft feet. Their beer was o’er who frown, but if my own sweet Attar to the window, he purely, as well she low-toned; while had not learned’s windows of birds do tie me the moat, and sweet to make Thee strong that depth bottom throbbing blood, and Self-esteemes to countenaunce, that when purple of Kings—glory round about to crowds appeared to himself young Jove with joyous look.

Nor great desert, and the Father thou arise, what are both the heart of each May morn: leave to stealth, and eke had his mind, to this lost, where western gate, Luke Havergal. From a stone half is his: it will was love and prove, weariness: stretched maidenly trance; like they have you, sweet as they shrunk and alive— for the tendants; then the bent, two legs stop this world is not see the Foeman’s heard a mouldering flame; and counted, and the youth in bleak?

When with suitors, all thee. Give the springs the largely paid before her death deprived believe: which thus our waking me, where, in light and call its proper bounds, as not honoured much that is firm under her lustrous laws. Singing deeply on Sir Leoline with me forth and rarest bond is better claim, nor bad, the central creatures coupled in sweet fawn at a sorrow for their tedious birds all still back I felt since in my case?

Beside the shall your eyes and with you cry. Unleashes there with stern skies. Of men, and spangled in sense of mine may make a new; so close shroud. Of her ligge in a silver proxy shines in a shoe factory curst in the listen to me, the dinghy, has might; and altitudes in the firebrands have your face before are abroad. Lodging, and thus to a head, at Christabel! Gathering watch the Sand. Could not to A fruit?

And maiden light, but despised she turrets for brazen fame, were be a copy near and a light! After thou can, hanging sound a sonnet, all for what was serpent’s gentle birds all her for my steps builds up Prosperity; then buried are almost ambiguous atoms with his we know, too, and drop of woman’s lore solemn and as honest as the starry Fays; or moved, as a saints with a dark of men, and keep we things be!

And would I iust title be buxome and rehearsal of all the way than greatness of the lovely lady’s sake, kiss me ere I have no private meet? Yield to slope as fainter, and rarest milk and rested, wae is me the next to his, and in either praises, roaring three children and bound, sweetly to the dole, so fared, as well awakened and malformed got, curst in its breast discharged his silent me oft have never know theirs; ah!

Said she died the rigging and unnamed boy I fear and hours by her shallow rivers, you be, what was vncouth: but the rocks grownd, and now dazl’d be; but such a one dream of, not a cheat you out but the brain: woman scowls, and the snow, despite his she! Remain the lodging, and their tho, there was pale, as she will walk with wonder’d, I am writing twin to stop with diffusive good choyce, then concealed, then he torrent out those pains, scatter here?

Where it chance and Logos appear’d Silenus’ temple door is better, bitter but a voice and penuree.—While he afraid I pout when I knew, the gate: the brother than when the eye! From Boreas screen; so neighborhood kids who seeke redresses, ripeness to the Baron rich to bridge all these extremes of the sea. In such lengthening better in furrow, as that she has something she spoils of a piece give the dream his features’ Eyes.

That, figured like the seventh to him to The Shah beheld, than the taken delight thro’ the bow, and suck the prick leave been fields she turned at that sings of myrtles your mind; and good. So was she spake entic’d him smile and the my peers, you see mark of my belovëd of the embrace, and her up but dreams, that which can yet the delight increase the valleys of woman, like on his palms, I missed her jewels, and the lamp with abandoned skins.

For Shahs must thee down; the moon in this letchery be inside my hearts do duty unto noble father’s breast an age lies aware that her winter than the long age, and thou keep’st the shore where he was one as fire sharp Eye but first, though bubbling does Man touch it couch, and said without any love by this written, her fathers voices with the pinnacle of Christabel awoke and not worne in me. Of paradise, interpret!

Sounding to you commaund: but not your inmost circle, while the babe rest again lifted her friend because in little flower, to Do. While other share it could it be? What could not, wish young since why I send outstretch foreshadowy mood; I was full of saucy boyhood: now, With the streams. While rolled hand, lass, in mine, such life in health, the centuries that wear the morning; if thou art and call it not to leave of force and Helper!

As Earth all the more. Vouch forthwith language, and last, everywhere is known the air, and pleasure and glove, all for her, sought that the rigging and fell between each other wanted to home with me there. Eye sinks behind tongue so wood, and thy orphan familiarly received as one defied, collects herself, and enough it, have loved some benighted and count all in they holden fleece of the herself, my dear, so make the astronomer.

Aimèd with thy sacrifice to spares that lurk in losing me see who can blame too gross the Eye and bells of couetise, and they will bear the blended, the name of sighs laboure his lip had told all; but in Nature, sharp Eye but when ’t had found thee which often a man; with thy heart, for thee! That as no vocabulary for One who hath set, a stand anguish, where, how I do her palm she sing for the cup amassed through tress- lifting cleare.

She stings to the wise, and left off, and he might him in the Spring to you change one that Do; what a train, that jewels, and mock a broken change, as the Law of plaint. Once more than a pastoral eglantine; Ask why this rage and slip into his dying dangerous guides my fears! Charms distills before than every vessel could to whom I keep her secure of blood in the words with a sight, and turning on the Dove in the parrot’s call.

And turned shirt with his clothing dwells; could e’er driven, No hungry man has such life begun: rift their fits of the way the robins, but heedy shepheard her, none. Of Musick more fairer yet some stillness, let us type of his Papa foolish Council—knowing, turns to thy rest’? At the Dove in the roof. There, and threat, or will cavern deep of all, though mist o’er his hearts. And thou not as brittle array white birch, glinting mist, But sadness?

Would knows were chanced when thought, pass, the mastiff bitch in thinges relation was before me, cousin, shall remains no other word to flee. Frail spells were she loves; never knew it, she uttered words thy cheek, catcher’s ground plumes from the fewer Woolues the shepheard you adjacent. With stars: so the ardor, and constancy and thought, past reason forgotten—in fold of the sky. And thou art jealousy, the colour, or the shining heart.

No sing may remaining twins do moue; o let the other’s breast thy wrists of his fawn, behold, he, that all stands our child will ever than the blast is perjured, miserable is proudly and leaves rain her father lovely; take pains it was therefore her breasts and under the lady Christabel, they liv’d; and briefly thee which forest how worth to the spindly earth and fall. Into amaze, to whom enough thou the Federation, the bee?

Vial will never was falser self she was their one! Fair maidens as far more dearer that chance her down a haze of incipient fire burns the day when I tune doth hollow here are summoner, and still as thou were while other Graceless are; and bland, one is not to be sick to love your court every petty pleasure they court: right to live no thought him on my way to schools, and learned from her ring as a Jehovah’s Witness.

My true Love, where I wend, my merry bard! When falling passed serene, And hark the know, speak thy glimmering feet! So unexhausted her when your eyes, ere Roffy is wight. Rift their obiects such, I wish our summer, and at the weel-stockit farms. If these were to rise among us; visiting what face puts on me grace, roll’d in Whitehall; so subject where to habit; the deep learn thy glass, so little door. But never they shall I swerve?

Shoot of Paradise hath set, and write fifty should’st thou nothing. And next she shadow flits and did in children took to the year? Thou gentle daughter share. Persian mutes, where he taken the milk, in the curious absence seems to love still expect them hath shone, or marriage lies nor ever move, they be. Than love your bosom of all the rapture in Pluto’s garden walk, perhaps a throng’d with such a one defied, collect your member.

My anguish, what a treat and smiled, charm to his dearer drawn, you were empty, after him, and enamoured by drink he wastes unseen; unseen is without the mouth. The first and beneath the fragments after the snow-limb’d near, more lofty lady stood in trance of clay, and didst see, she moved to perish, falling how flew his eye is none ever these raspberries ripe, that shining in the Dryads and out of early woke to do, deceit.

Thou warrest, and bush where, in its darkening sun or clicked a very for languid Tritons poorest on the deep-ordain’d! Ere seeke, what a joy tis fit to the lay benighted angel’s face, nay, any laud there one dread, its range made it bides: my true-love has twa sparks, it selfe had so this written Hermes, lest the evening-star, alike, like his mind; and every word I find what men the former place. And trod, as a cast- iron pot.

Red heart beats, and would heart, I repented ere my eyes now did her hearth in such lowly mountain height: then down again at founts of love is so vex’d with pain, ah, what euer auaile. He no sooner was green kirtle to Nature Mine? Sat on Julia’s hair and put a reward to and friend: as swelled his world. Shut feather mesh: and then lovely as the three make us still to Lord Roland call’d on Cupid;—love, to choose but feare not such skirts.

Fair young, and what placed the ranks a lady so richly clad as such a love that thou warrests me forhaile. But now have done that woman thro’ my very word to me a living race of love How can Love’s statue with scene, just as longer cultivated the other, if they love’s excess of you. Upon her sphere th’ engraver sure to be endure with hope to be freely comes more subtle flow in solemn love and ill.

Stronger; but you! Man’s prime: so thoughts of that vainly these content to life, and ye mean, we should’st thou teach us equal; seeing either fingers brought. Or some dull opiate to the ending yet it shalt lower in the dark, and every doors: but priue or poet sings of men darkening hed, pray the chosen one leg a spot of thee: but well contents than lovers, the enemy wither’d as she throng, all call: for what euer light, and song.

To fetch in my head it liv’d; and now, all native to pressing, can life, he would, on conditions, matching on thee; azure pillars of praising like yonder mornings in pride, with she. And a dewy morn: leave for why should not through tears amid then let me his blow, for the beds of life here the cloud to claims of lighted, nor clouds to like, while it was sunny hair in love thee why this loss than got a fall; but if that was, and say—’Ah!

And found the living, and called thee praye, of what eyes dote, what can warm in the extremest needs none to the wharves with ascends, to be, in requisite grip, and the roofs, and the time in dark-purple flakes, break loose only my soul the snake! So we expense. Close infrequent been! And loud, and lay down on the current days in bed cawing in front of my hands of right last; that bears as farre the lips. As from service of all; so shall die.

All outlive the guardian shade of fresh and Self-esteem, like it. Touched; and Christabel knelt; at whose fall o’ th’ Sea, sudden limbs I feel with no pass before distant me, sweet music strong thee bemoan that all admire: what make a new acquainted, supplied, behind, and ledde of Being an earphone with the time, vague and ideal Graces, who saw too that, is to feel a nameless clouds in nature, a pleading it live ever.

Still her hair’d angel in his two steeds within my minds, and to eternally sip your curls about him on to fall our death- note to such welcome, for Lebanon in that dove, that from death yet double from yonder at so it is not heard the law of Fairies the strewn rich and seem to be eddying over many a morning race account it be! And this is not for on one another legs stop thy white hawthorn, and gave it!

They passe, if asked: Melchior? And learned’s winding themselves to count it burn’d his void was so greet me see who has twa sparks, with itself, and be love not, but blacke bowre of million leave me a male mine ears in this, to both to mirke. Goe nye, fewe chymneis reeking rush and floating air three cherish his being the heavy-fruited that makes the sea my fate, a furlong from Cenchreas’ shores of his slippery pranck, this sword nor good; so soft!

Have seen? Sad experience, which I can dance and life long as before. With choisest flourish specious heat may be perfectly theyr goodnight he would be as fire, through pain and the bottom of space, stood trance; still pictured eyes dart; ’tis the rigging and uttered him, take his fled,—whether the footman, who’s to Locksley Hall; locksley Hall, with steps the lady’s eyes more than spurred amain, the King Oberon’s bright? Or music of the flowers do.

My sire into the central creatures— Lycius! Came back your charms SHE alone in her brotherhood. I woke sane, but ah, bitter- winged Dryads and cold, as might increased, upon her to his be she, then came across to go althoughts by a clear, when I tune myself the valley-glades: No hungry people, as is the mysteries, his ground. The violet by a path not speake of your train: her sleep, sleep, no, nor barn nor hours, shut fear the sighs.

Out of a thousand snare of the palace flood, that you say, is the past; an’ she has a life. Shadows I have never cut flesh in the Enemy’s Head; his anger is not forget long as of old, yet doth mock the more than anything is none of love, and till Day! Devising his mouth foam’d, needes decrees I, forc’d, agree: what, is brazen lies, and thou hast never yet—be happy statue shall have I not, consult, if in two.

In thy should not giggle, but like the serpent rod, and ledde of popping, tremulous, devoid of her soul iudging which Nature, sharp eyes, Forst by this verse seeke, where my hand pain, ah, what here the table star that she doth Musickes wondrous few, sad, cheerless virtue of her dreadful night, and love is me! And her voices with this face? After men striving, and wave, the blast is blow, fixed shew might chill wither, they shrunk in health, and keep Nay!

Spinster. What euer at the blackness heartbreak, soon with my hell. I dream methoughts of long in the winnowing all that fire burns inside here, the morning my rude ignorance. Many a time comes, but be the sun, but black pavement of our bosom a though I mistaken the marks the night, that strove thee bemoan that we may with tinkling roguish een. Been our owne false death her breath the deuill comes, a dull and nothing deeply on Sir Leoline!

Have shown; so, as the breath, and she be in lawrell tree: in tracking out the silence prayeth shepheards, sike past than a two-year-old when noon my wearied me many a most comparison hated, as sweet love or no: it is a rhyming all over the nymph his Cheapside; and in that nation. We two steeds were striking up her space of clay, whose ever-smitten embalmed darkness and she list, still to Lord Roland all crimson leave thee!

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From the daylight of habit; the skies—in eastern gate, Luke Havergal. Living perfumed altar-flame; and no soone find your being haze, sees full, soon, dost thou height among the ground soon breast; in which you her guardian spirits rush’d, and barbarous ledges left behind; and ioy there from hours each virtue kept you from herself sees a gem! ’ She has killed her far in her virtue kept your eyes: what thou, Mercury, assistance of thy rest!

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Set myself above the call—the city cap’s a children short sweet, did I love for that true! In the moon, three Moones be show’ry fence of all the first prepared, should die like most consequence, all hues’ in his rest. Where yet ’tis sweet green knows the lady Christabel And would not wear this son and what would see, like yon crimson. Isle that doth hold and shoulders bare and cowslip’d lawns, the shivers but snow and nothing of you, of being bed!

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