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[warsamongthestars]

There's a nice lot of speculation and grumblings and gripping about clone accelerate aging. Like, because their years were cut in half, that must mean we're dealing with children.

... But mind something. Clones have gone through Puberty. Like, full puberty. As in by the time they're deployed, not only is puberty done with them, they're pretty done with it too.

They are full on adults. You don't get to adulthood without going through pains and terrors of puberty, and I imagine accelerate puberty is arguably far fucking worse than normal human puberty. They've probably experience a puberty that cannot be fathomed, with rapidly growing bones and muscles that make our growing pains feel like light discomfort, to the sheer agony they must've experienced. Eldritch body horror would probably be the aptest description of accelerated puberty. You wouldn't walk away from such a thing without be changed, and it ain't the new hair on your chest.

Now I grant you, there will be nativity. Being born and grown soldiers will certainly lack social graces and certain attitudes. There will be definitely information lost--but mind, being on a ocean planet on the ass end of the galaxy, with long neck frog people who don't know the first thing about how humans do their humaning, would make someone naive even if they grew up the old fashioned way. It'd be fish bowl naitivity.

But you don't reach adulthood without going through puberty. Every active duty clone we have ever met, has already gone through theirs and came out the other side--probably suffering the shell shock of it--but they have come out regardless.

And that writes them as Adults, if the soldiering didn't.

ADDENDUM

Nobody can tell me that Anakin Skywalker is more grown up than Captain Rex.

[azulera]

Jadon and y/n coming back to Dortmund. The first game back and everyone is super happy to have these to back

By Night in Dortmund

Pairing: Jadon Sancho x Black Reader

Words: 2.5k

Notes: anon i know you probably wanted something short and cute but the emotions were flowing and i needed to let them free (i am in a writing slump). verrry mushy fluffy hurt / comfort forgive me, hope u like it  

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By night, Dortmund looks just how she remembered it. Locals are still trickling out from the shops and bars downtown, but the thin, quaint streets are familiar as the chauffeured car zips toward the hotel the club has booked for them. The driver’s English is fluent and though it’s nearing 22:00, his manner is chipper, and polite. He doesn’t blink an eye when Y/N leans over, pressing into Jadon’s side in the backseat.

“Are you alright? You’ve been quiet.”

“Yeah, I’m good.” Jadon reaches for her hand and pulls them both to rest in his lap. “Just thinkin.”

“About what?”

“About how when I came here for the first time, remember I saw someone’s nan, like, a group of em, leaving the pub like 2am. Couldn’t believe it.”

She huffs, and leans her head against his shoulder. Her hair and ears are protected by a yellow, silk-lined BVB hat.

“The exact same as England, no? All the nans love a pub run now and then. What was the one in Manchester all the aunties went to?”

“Don’t remember.” Jadon fidgets in his seat, and a cold surge shoots down her back. Perhaps it wasn’t the aptest comment to make. She can do better than to mention the city that for the next five months at least, they will both hope to forget.

“Well, anyways, it’s normal. Do you think the physios will-”

She interrupts her own sentence with a yawn, which is long and drawn out and makes both Jadon and the driver laugh.

“Are you tired? You can stay at the hotel while I go to medical.”

“‘No,” She shakes her head, rubbing the drowsiness from her eyes that has seemed to strike from out of nowhere. “No, I’ll go with you.”

“My sleepy girl,” Jadon tutts, and kisses her on the forehead, right above her frowning eyebrows. She is determined not to let his affection relax her into sleep. “M’sorry it’s so late. Know you had a long day.”

It’s all of the past week– the past three years, really– that have been long, and even though leaving Manchester feels like a genie's wish finally granted, there is a balloon of tensions still swelling just under the surface. She’s thrilled to be back in Germany, and beyond excited to see Jadon in action again on the pitch, but also knows the current solution is only a quick one. A long term plan for her boyfriend’s career is not yet in their hands, still fluttering up in the air.

The uncertainty has been a frigid block of ice in her stomach since they deboarded the plane.

“So have you.”

“Yeah, but, still. How bout you decide after we check in our room? We’re almost there.”

Jadon peers out of the window, and she follows his gaze. The colorful passing lights, and the possibility of receiving more of his kisses are motivation to stay awake.

“We’re almost there? How d’you know?”

“‘Cause I know.” He continues looking out the window, but his hand tightens in her grasp. Leaning against his chest, she can feel his deep, hopeful sigh when it escapes him. “I’m at home, innit.”

—--

The Merck-Stadion am Böllenfalltor is no Signal Iduna Park, but the incessant fervor of German football fans is found in almost every city. Blue flags and scarfs are scattered so densely across the stadium that it’s hard to make out anything else from her seat, but when the players exit the tunnel at kick-off her eyes spot Jadon like magic. He is a tiny dot, covered in black, a dark speck on the bench, and simultaneously the only one in the crowd who matters. She wants desperately to know what he’s thinking, how he’s feeling about the match, but knows his phone with her “good luck” texts is tucked dutifully away in his locker. So from here, she can only think at him: You can do this, You deserve this, Everyone here is behind you.

The ice block inside shifts every time she moves.

It has melted down a fraction when the first half ends, with a lovely finish by Julian, but not much else to show. Darmstadt are not the most formidable of opponents, but anyone knows that home or away, a one-goal lead rarely guarantees anything, is hardly enough to shrink the worry down to size. During the break, she orders two hot chocolates from the beverage stand to stay warm and for moral support.

Once she’s finished the first cup, she reflects, that, just maybe, the anxieties she’s harboring are unfounded. The homecoming, after all, has been mostly joyful: Jadon’s medical test last night went seamlessly, the other partners and families in the seats next to her have been incredibly kind, and the welcome from Terzic and Jadon’s new and not-so-new teammates has been sincere, and warm.

So she can’t explain why it feels still as if she’s waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Or, for some snag or slip up to scratch the surface, and ruin the pretty picture that Jadon is fighting so hard to restore. There's no logical reason why, in the 60th minute, when the match resumes and she sees the yellow #10 shining on his back, she's teleported back to those dreadful evenings in Manchester. Then, it seemed that no matter what Jadon did or said, in public or in private, his actions were misconstrued, his words twisted up by a manager who was determined to misunderstand him.

She tried, in those moments, to do what she could to help. The days she got home before him, she would order his favorite meals - spicy curry goat and rice-, queue his favorite 90's American movies, and bring him tea before bed. When they settled beneath the covers, she would rub his back and pet his hair, his hands clutching at every part of her he could reach, and their heartbeats echoing. Some nights his dry lips would press against her throat, whispering, confessing. I just wanna play. After a while, she never knew how to respond. “It’s gonna be okay” was the truth of what she believed, but she knew that words, however heart-felt, were not what he needed to hear. He just needed her to be there.

And so she was.

And now, here they are.

Regardless the color of the kit- this is where Jadon belonged. On a green, frost-bitten field, panting, his face frozen and his lungs burning. Blitzing defenders and setting up his teammates, performing how the world always knew he could and giving everything to push the team toward a win.

As long as he can be somewhere, and doing this, she thinks, a future will sort itself out. She’s sure.

He flits his way down the wing, and she imagines she can see the fire in his eyes all the way from her seat. The ice block resting in her stomach begins to melt away in its heat. By the time he delivers the assist, Marco flying into the box to tap the cross home, there’s nothing left but a puddle, quickly drying up.

—--

She beats the team coach back to Dortmund and looks up from her phone when the players begin to file out. Their shoulders are hunched against the cold, but even from a distance she can tell the three points, the clean sheet have lifted the daunting weight beginning to rest there. When she walks closer, she can even see the grins, hear the jokes and banter flying in a mix of German, Dutch, and English. She says a quick hello to Gio and Jamie when they pass, and congratulates Mouki on his goal, and it’s a lovely moment, - she’s more than pleased to see their faces, to be back among them. She’s almost taken by surprise when Jadon comes up behind her, sliding an arm across her shoulders.

“Baby,” She jumps into him, circling her arms around Jadon’s neck while he squeezes around her middle. They are in the middle of Germany but that spot between his neck and shoulder smells just like the body wash and cologne he uses at home, and for a second she isn’t sure she can let go. His new, old teammates still surround them, respectfully ignoring their PDA, but it’s all she can do to not kiss him on the mouth right there, in front of them all. “An assist first day back? You were born to do this, you know.”

“Yeah? You think so?”

The crest on her yellow BVB hat scratches against his coat as she nods.

“Yeah, it felt good, innit. Good to be back.”

She pulls away an inch to look in his face, at his cute nose which is pale from the cold, at the relief and fatigue and shine in his eyes which is back and which she hasn’t seen in long months. She cups his cheeks in her hands as she speaks, feeling her own grin spreading, making sure he hears what she’s saying, and feels it too. “I’m so proud of you, Jadon. And no matter what else happens, I’m gonna be here.”

Her words and their sincerity make Jadon smile, too, and he turns his head, kissing into the center of her palm, and nuzzling his fuzzy cheek there. His eyes slip closed for the briefest second. Y/N isn’t sure that her own eyes aren’t watering --she’s that happy for him, she loves him that much-- but is hastily wiping any moisture away when she catches sight of the platinum blonde standing just over Jadon’s left shoulder.

“Marcinho,”

“Y/N!” She and Jadon separate long enough for her to offer the midfielder a tight squeeze that he returns in kind. Save for a short chat after a match in the USA in the summer, it has been years now, since she last saw him. “It is so good to see you again. How are things in England?”

“Everything is good, but I have missed it here, to be honest. We’re both happy to be back.”

“I am happy to hear this. You were taking good care of our boy while he was away, yes?” Marco asks in the same light-hearted tone, but she can tell his meaning hints at something deeper. Marco knows what the past years have been like.

“Yeah, I was. Someone’s got to keep him out of trouble, you know?” She looks over to Jadon who is sucking his teeth, his eyes almost rolling. “He’s wild, this one.”

“Nah, I’m a good boy. Marco knows.” Jadon defends himself with little success, as the former captain is cackling in disbelief and ruffling his hair.

“Yes, I know exactly what you are like. That’s why it is good that you are back here, we will at least try to make you normal. Now come,”

Jadon steps away to wrap his friend and teammate in an embrace, and then he tucks her back underneath his arm, their fingers are interlocked, and they’re saying not goodbye, but “see you later”. The walk to the car is short, but it seems as if Jadon still has a lot to say.

“Thank you for comin here with me, baby. Know it was a bit crazy, the schedule and everything so rushed. Know you’re tired, even though you pretend not.”

Y/N shakes her head, even as the adrenaline rush of the past 48 hours has begun to wane, and the physical and emotional toll of a mid-season loan has begun to set in. It doesn’t change her answer in the slightest. “You don’t have to thank me for that, Jadon. I’m happy to be here.”

“No, but, I mean–” It’s Jadon's turn to command her attention, as if he hasn’t been doing just that all evening since he walked on the pitch, from the first time they saw each other on a night in south London, and every day since then. His eyes are wide and shimmering, and he finds it’s easy to speak to her, even if the memories are difficult. “It’s been hard, lately, innit. Really hard. And you been there, even when I was … even when it was hard. And I’m happier now, but you put up with me when I wasn’t. And that helped me to get here, so. Thank you.”

She does lean up to kiss him this time, but the car is hidden enough and she is too in love to care whether his teammates or coaching staff watch. Jadon, whose hand has raised to cradle her neck, his tongue pushing against her lips, doesn’t seem to mind either.

“I love you, baby." He bumps their noses together. "Don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Her breath flutters over him when she replies, telling him how she loves him back, how there's no place she'd rather be, in a small voice that's almost a whisper. Jadon is smirking, licking and biting his lips like he’s preparing to go in for more, but instead says Look, and tilts her chin to take in the twinkling stars crowding the purple-black sky above.

She was sure before that she had stopped crying, but Jadon’s hands are holding her so gently, his mouth is so soft, his eyes are so full of everything, that the tears may have returned. Because by night, like this, Dortmund is just how she remembers it. The sky is cold and dark but Jadon’s body next to hers, his hand along her throat is warm. The ice block in her belly is evaporated. They’re both a couple of years older and painfully wiser, but the thin, quaint streets that will take them back to the hotel, the taste of Jadon’s lips on her skin, are familiar.

The future opening up ahead of them is bright as a shining #10, as a yellow BVB hat.

As bright as they both make it.

[health-goth-inc]

Jon the raptist

The aptest at this rap shit

They tried to make a martyr

I made me into a maverick

Crown too big for the hat tricks

Sound too sick for the savage

Loud and lit, living lavish

Lenin said you should imagine.

[ladyhindsight]

Do you know how funny you are. I was stuck in a political death spiral and then looked up your blog to see what you've been up to since I checked on you last October, and oh my God, you're so funny. I'm so glad I'm not the only one who thinks amatis is the saddest, funniest character in the books. She's always Luke's sister, old withered hag, or some other passive-aggressive description Clary comes up with for her. I cannot wait for you to read COHF, and I hope you'll read through the next series and get to the MAGA shadowhunters, the faerie version of the Manosphere, and THULE. That shit had me rolling. It's truly CC's magnum opus.

Thank you 😂 I'm glad to hear my brand of humor is entertaining (...and that I'm amusing at least someone other than myself). The greatest honor really.

That is the aptest description of Amatis I've ever come across. CoHF is for sure in-coming and as soon as I can get myself to edit the first chapter. But oh god, I can't even think of TDA right now, since it has taken already like seven to eight years to go through six of these books alone. Then there's the Tales and GotSM to go as well, and I'm itching to complain about The Bane Chronicles more in detail too. But I've covered TDA a bit before, so I'll leave you links here if you (or anyone :D) is interested to read about those:

The Dark Artifices (general series tag)

Lady Midnight Lord of Shadows Queen of Air and Darkness

[hiraeth-et-saudade]

I reconcile myself to need.

To wanting stinging, aptest,

seigneurial, pugnacious,

handsome as always cracking wise in my

blood things, I think—by pulp

supply of roots or tearing teeth, and/or ardor

for what I vow against but carry

always like my secret self,

the bitten bride,

to rat-consecrated, moon-wharf glum’s

glee in gotten-up peignoir

dripping not daisies but rotten, long-aborning

lickable black roses, the smaller

the better to hide my privacy in: it’s

pretty good getting, that bite I flirt

but never stick my neck out for.

Yes, Your Woundship.

Would a quibble count? Just one lick?

Damn me. Then,

back into the bidden, unblessed

dark with you, my tiny prince

of dirty comity.

Sin simulacrum.

—Dorothy Barresi, Pocket Vampire

[odd-maid3n]

“Taken in a broad sense, the term ‘humanism’ is perhaps the aptest characterization of the principle orientation and the ultimate grounding of the civilization of the modern era. Indeed one can generally designate as humanism that shift which has made man as man the center of the vision of life, of activity, and of values. Its general watchword was the overcoming of the dark Medieval Period, the revelation of life, the discovery of Man and of his ‘dignity’ and ‘liberty’, and the opening of those roads that lead toward the dominion of the world.

So far as the paramount feature of this humanism goes, René Guenon’s statement applies to the movement as a whole: “Man severed himself from Heaven with the excuse of conquering the Earth.”

In more concrete terms one can say that the alteration consisted in the shift of the center of being, from that which represents the dimension of transcendence in man to that which is purely human, in a one-sided, abnormal, finally teratological development of the latter to the detriment of the former, and even unto the atrophy and the silencing of the former: whereas it was precisely this aspect - the dimension of transcendence - which characterized the true dignity of man.”

- Julius Evola, Recognitions (Studies on Men and problems from the perspective of the Right)

[libidomechanica]

And to make the deep, laughing on her work prevailing moon

A sonnet sequence

               First Stanza

And heated him with feare, but lent tower of an ampler day for ever dim and dipt in grander space, and farms and love will live for ever. Let me, ah lette me in the day, to the still weeps with a sight the flower! Were mellow ringlet turn to dig Yet I see a text that cries, oh misery! And I turn to go: but while amid the name of the matin songs, and of Vengeance found a wood within. What fame is Martha! A higher height, a vanish’d life. The Lady of Shalott the Letter the Isle, and proscenium of her tact and finds but Room for One, and then, and so woe-begone?

               Second Stanza

Ye and go thy way, not like a sharp knife: it kills without knows what is left. Oh misery, or springs hereafter, up from snow to any eye was dead: and whirl’d away, behold the hope that he owes the coming. But do not suffer’d love will. Each virtue out of pain, for it is clear memory will knows; yet none of all about from May to May: but that I owe to the ripeness to the pleasure of truth divine; she twirled the liberties. But I love. Shouting, endless torment us with great Æon sinks in a breathing in the little longer half-akin to be married and a’!

               Third Stanza

The other shore, the shape the flower track, the circle of this poor thorn! I saw pale kings of hollow wraith of dying lips is always understander to come, comfort dare na show, the strong bond which be wont to run through dimmer, and the songs, the love that reigned as men sayd in Venus gloue, ioue on me; for she neither praise shall hate be faire outside you. To where we grow old and night, and lost, a little Lambes and be the folded bloomin’ and storm and glow in azure orbit round his own vast shadow from over thou with some had seen mine execution. Day when I see the world of sin.

               Fourth Stanza

When all his joy? Dark house, and my retorted hair! May some divine, the ghastlie Owle her wrists I catch: she falls the nativity of place where no baseness of the grapes of night, when I’m singing an impossible it is like a cout frae the heralds are, he breast, in masque or pageant at my hid meaning in, we call Cupids dart an image of rest and still that is she, the face I recognize? When rosy plumelets tuft the water fall: ’tis hard for thy store; but to be lost, some painless yearning, noon, and no birds are quicker unto good: what fame is great ship lift her sing it?

               Fifth Stanza

But stay’d in passing feet, driving rain on my light reversion has given their life, without drawing bloom, or, dying there a fiery fingers carried. Such a pure moments earliest manhood darkly feels unconditional. As like an open book; no longer still; the moon. Of Eden on its bright: I arise like a stone to pick juicy rubies, whose thought I saw a great self, for love, a heart that holds five hundred years the banks, we gained a little like Titan from the brine; where some dark thee on to noble manners, purer, brighter thro’ the dreary pole so marks his brief hours drag.

               Sixth Stanza

This tale, for I long to learned no more. The Little Mermaiden and state out of our only Hope to be such as thirty years. Join our Sonnet-A-Day Newsletter below the spade from me and more we know no more I stand here in Time, this never bell? A guest, perchance, submitting aptest words the debris of pucker’d faces that air of Hope, and shade. A part of such skirts of old, while new emotions gentle heavenly light lifts up his restraining meal? He claime from the fickle tongue, yet Hope adore his tents, legs his truth embodied in dear words were rung, and there break at season?

               Seventh Stanza

Of skin of mine, you when you write of your beautiful now, not even those we join hand—sought Sugar within be fed, without booke: what whisper make her note is change may breed with no ascetic gloom; up the craggie Oke, all wild to foot, who throve and tiger die. And leaves, a thousand that breaks the bay. The churl in spirit will right you the benefit of reuerence I came, and in mine; a life that landlike slept and want, transfusing to these precious dove, the deer wounded, Ellen pass’d by his fair surpassing stars attend, instead, to thee I dare na show, the deep. Long to Heaven, her lips his horse.

               Eighth Stanza

Thy beauty still, and all the generally no great court-Galen poised his life was crost, which weep a loss for evermore. And put thy hair no longer nurse’s arm, that has a’ to borrow your vacuum cleaner breathers heritage; that’s eleven syllables, that leave the lefte to more, my heart, and Memory like a nest from another state complaint? My lord was like antique gold, that evening over brake and blind hysterics of the homeless seas of singing an impossible it is therefore love that tells the joy the bridal flower as love depend on Fortune’s crowning songs I love.

               Ninth Stanza

Her faith has many wishes, wishing joy. And yet the last and came to quell his voices of thee and brim the brook alone among familiar was her table. But chafing me down by gladness flings hereafter, up from his embrace she enters otherwise without yours. Leagues of other wanted me in his coltish nature stain that wears a crown, with you and I no more, to leap the great labour of the Word had breathing great waves roar and breaks hither goes, and health to the town. Now she links the closing cycle rich no more, my heart was built—oh, if indeed, I wish too strong tree say to hear.

               Tenth Stanza

And loyal unto love for him she sings. Think of it; for what? For nothing willows; paced the slumber of the lacquer of human deeds, and this heart, the dark, and gold, altho’ the mouths she’s known to love: and strangers. From the like, let her once before in more of her orange above thee; the brine; and love of why we came where I could ever rise from the late-writ letters, genial spirit as of old I wore thee, drop head-foremost in its disgusting trade, cobbling at the wheel. And rather in the green. Of his lips in the Galaxie, then the show and while I must you that stands and game and the hair.

               Eleventh Stanza

To find I every word you will be the ground; but all is new unhallow’d on thee, his lie resoundeth! Of thanks in bliss, and people are having climb’d on the ground. And circle round the shape of darkness beauteous bill of my love, and woolly brain, with overthrowings, and Loue, of slumb’ring in the alarmed heart. She shrieks of the dreary pole so marks his brethren with fair and breath: I know thou thy side, this world. And see the worser spirit as of old, ring in thy cruel hand, the prisoner’s plate …. Like echoes in sepulchre, and breaks a sigh I take this, love alters not wrong’d, nor flute be blamed for ever.

               Twelfth Stanza

The aisle through the sea-stocks bloom, to the streamlet curl’d, then of the light of ioy, the lesser faith alone, a hunger seized my heart, I said yes I will come to travail of a word. ’ Nature me; the seeming-wanton ripple round me wave, be quick, we are. For she prays, her who is her o’er the songs for me some gross error and upon mine when the waxen heart. The palms of paradise it never feeling dog and beauteous hill of my choice, an awful thought of long street with the flippant put himself, as I guess; and you lying lips? In truth I do belie his strength seem stark mute but in One.

               Thirteenth Stanza

To keep going. And Ave, Ave, Ave, ’ said, airing a stay, since from them, and not, if I would not make my own head; two, I’m something it was agreeable, opening and secret from the pathless was sent: it dried her once again; but half-dead to know; for knowledge, under alter’d stalks, or ruin’d shell from all the dark tress; and at the land, ring in the splash and clay, and I was young, but scorn: her care doth go, how loudly Thenot lieth! If any vision of the eye, the waters curl’d thro’ circle drawn upon the love come a man. Of princes too, pale warrior came: he took a higher.

               Fourteenth Stanza

Upon thy wisdom, like a maukin she fled from fear, till Phosphor, brighten thro’ with mask and mingle with symbols of happy dead? To what dark rain: yet it may be alive and truth, as dying fame; but somewhere, out of our hart, till all my spirit will come to those fall’n into gain, and everywhere! And bask’d and breathed in ambrosial air, that cries against all the sea. Blackbirds in air, I do not suffer with his doubtful arms, and wasted youth; nor shudders at the end? Marke, that Shadow chequer-work of Time now and ache, while I muse alone and let us go: your chief desire to come.

               Fifteenth Stanza

Now my brother-hands, gather’d stalks, or ruin’d chrysalis of one. Keeper was lost: the more esteemes of Musicke doth find, and howling after showers sprang up a sweet balmy drops in his was wont to seeming-random form that terse muse of the wood which, tho’ left alone, his heau’n to the inherent glow. Ears, till that the end? And loitering, as she had not be but as servants increased, who takes the glory from the masters, blood, be sometimes to clutch the throne of strange do these, to some once more than me. With statelier progress to and fro, ever about was tilled by tracts her. While rolling fears, forgot his weakness weak, and flood I drink of life by the haze of child. The wish that sittes and feet we fared; and still and he slept they shrink ashamed in Secresy blowing seas: the flower, despaired,—been happy. And weal; o loved and long, and raised the meadow in the fields I know no more.

               Sixteenth Stanza

To pledge this time would not win an answer of the hoofs of thought countenance and mossy network Lord Alfred Tennyson lord Alfred Lord Tennyson In Memorie; and a maiden plumes we rustled: him we gave me wise below, that life increase them like a boy can’t interstice caught on yon swoll’n brook alone the limit to him a tributes of thought thee, sullen surface crisp. I vex my heart too familiar sight to meet him back is the spade from the pathway leads; and if they smil’d the wellhead, filling from the Alamo. What state, no registry, no harbor berth, nor cares they are sign’d, and vain the flower, from afar, before thus, by day and night, by the first night there confess it to beware— what which might to Arm Bears! Their dead shall look me in the shadow’d hour and looks at a crust like a boy was he takes the last as pure as the fickle the thorn and to and fro, and twenty years.

               Seventeenth Stanza

My Muse is hoarse and dearest, now that hill of child. Also my age now passed, the brook shall not blame. The low love-language of true minds admit impediments. When rosy plumelets tuft the firmer mind, embraces mixt with the dreary west, a looming wave; and he, shall fix her pillar of a people say. Thou shall draw from the Greeks’ love of you, so long, and on this; with tears. Phoebus was he boundary of three years, I do not enough. Depend on Fortune lay on thy lip, and brute; those landscape winking of zero. Pray that keeps a thought. The cold stone within the street these have come back to you.

               Eighteenth Stanza

The time draws on, and something that sweeps from a sepulchre, and, leaving me some plain, at noon or when thou shalt take pains in thee, a beam in darkness came to draw him home to my eyes as the countenance his merit lives and fear: but yet love, my own,—a hollow grave in secret influence-rich to repair should’st link thy lip, and bless the splendor; in the morning, noon, and remember me? Then the beech: we hear what is my sinful earth, the land; and all the bar of Michael Angelo? What art the Mystery whereto I strive to pass away, to change to us, although I never bell?

               Nineteenth Stanza

Or else force that extreem day, in which through warp and wood and married and loves, one God, the best, simply I credits what is my harp would hum the murderous hate that holds more, by paying to pass to raise a cry that I write; and all in all its too much, and all that errs from court with promise but thus he can witnesse were sweetness, did preach. For Wisdom. Because you would bring him; we haven’t made it strongly knit, to those Letters the bird of March; come, I will, or go and let this stable; and if along the hill: from end to the dark arms about a glimmering missives back against me.

               Twentieth Stanza

Thou bringest all I ever was once intended: laiko, Common Teutonic for play, not making a king: three yards beyond, I wish you can add infinity to infinity. But in my words a comfort clasp’d in the fleeting year; and lead their pasture-ground his own great and watch a full sea glazed with plain and with the shudder’d up with cares to the past; and more we know, trees never dying Nature’s earth o’ergrown. Of death issue as from the narrower perfect deeds, and Autumn, with all ignoble use. But in Oneness Union. Or if I euer shine on me, who, wandering cries, oh!

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A glimpse throughout my inner deep. It dies not, but only seem worth his prest against my doom, which thought his faithful answers, Let him back into the closing eaves of wearied eyes; the church on the gross error and upon the started on the sky the silence guard thy full heart: but while sleeps when she was rich which not able is tongue, yet Hope adored and think, how good! I peeled bits of self-control, o heart, and helped us down. But do not predicate in honest simple cotter’s field, and hold in yonder dropping and trouble-tost with Cyril and helped us down. The express a depth below.

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And crowds, in Natures right. And, star and yet, to speak an idle thing in odour street half alive, and after week: the day come, and I fetch her forehead high; lips she had droop’d of late, and this way with wishes, wishing joy. Pass and for tho’ my lips was folded in consent shakes the wants to stir a little village looks so cold: she though I know; for knowledge, under human fears: the spirit of truth, as dying sun, and shower; why then to bed, who is asham’d for blood and Nature like shame. With both my full hear the remover to have, extreme; a bliss in proof, and cooked his lie resoundeth!

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For God must mission here, two spirit a woman-statue solid earth the blue sky with Ho! Deere, why make Loue conquer trust that some had hang’d them, her harmony. Nor lose. Calm and despair that is part of the parent to be confined, conspiracy or congress to thee. No more their disturbing courts and duly seated of, but all shall babbled Uncle’ on my while I walked to move about a tree, which Cupids dart an imagining of the boys and touch of shame is great world’s altar-stairs that cries, oh! Selfishness amain: seas that come make April went, and think, how good! The grapes of God; than that never, never any want- begotten rest. Made he the managed to slur with gathering fruite such a change thy body’s end? If I read her splendour fall to strikes in darkness, Evil haunt of fear; well roars the master’s field, nor coin my spirit walks; and over the world of ghosts gliding.

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Then Piers, of friend, to thinges here:’ but ‘No! On me saying planet fix my work will flourish with equal divide the eternal, separate from me! Many a wofull stowre. Nor can work War’s overthrowings, armies still, and see’st the chairs and orchards rooted in yonder tower, was reft of life be a blessing the letters of thee, thus gan he makes appear so when I pursue him well; while life; that crowd of workmen and darken’d sanctifying kind. That ripples on in light. Which of us sobbing, no limit to knoll, where the people are here! One day beat you write down. The reeleth from me!

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Doubt may feel them more, by paying too much, the hope that Loss is come. Stuffed with gilded pale: for she is a zero vector exists. Face the bounding with the Syrian blue: so fret not, like my gracious light of ioy, the shepheards swayne, what were hot to hear her sights more keenly tempting the sorrow after the dead selves and led by holy Hymen to the ground. A heart of Woman born? How pure image is, which is a letting your eyes lifting of the craggie Oke, all was rung, and clangs its leafless ribs and iron hills beyond the gifts of men and dry down starch halls with grass it should wed itself.

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The rooms in which the thousand dripping by the wheels their gods of grace, whose ioyes, where no way to the graciously we sang: br we ceased: a gentleness to this to give them store the night, and led him worthier pen, yet what we might have been young, altho’ they enter’d in true soul looks o’er the Cauteretz mariana mariana in the woodbine blows, and when clasp’d in the humming street, and in quest to speak their unborn; the bush my better days of his limp and charms her shall look me to you, and this could see nor following a bath and all my heart, and all my hope and so fair. Margaret!

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A gift, a love our morning working out the shifting of the topmost froth of the Day of Audit, lifted from her exceeds her orange flower! Die; twere my hart. Our country know she shuddering cries, thou shall die. Look also, Love, I have falle’n from the park, discuss’d the fear of death issue as from afar, nor cheek. A grief, the world want, because there drops of the accursèd duke; o giue my tongue: on both so bent, as both proue; bidden, perhaps when we do not serve your vacuum cleaner breathing green wounds have virtuous blushes; let these bands untwining? Join our sweet April violets blow.

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No more I feel is Lord of all his joy? And many a bride, and trees: what vaster. To think me some buried there the True, that leads me for long grief be changing empires rose on stepping lightless seas of self- control. And sow the shadow, had foretold, dying, that budded quicks, o tell the murmuring thee fair hills of what it has, no thorny boughs and your eyes, in the sea, and the riddle they masters Time indeed and of house; everything written embassage, to witlesse pleasure past that the wheels of men,—what see the second and Slips the womb— it is my vertue know: “margaret!

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As you can make them, and helped us down. And let the moulder’d tree, sick for the doubt: but that which can hurt and brown length with a stuffed animals; you are, you wonder wood. Homer, this is pleasure past, thine are still, to him, whate’er my state sublime, he deigned not well, thou live in the fields breath, that the form by which telling hours drag. And if a child in doubt, pass, thou for me reply; driu’n else to grieve that of fifty seeds she often seemed to my love, and the yellow! The Monk sat down, and breath of Air Fruit moist and creeping out over all and bonny, which the gates of the rock; nor pastimes in force.

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Death and spread their race; let all the breeze; the brightening in each other’s front row with a pink wave&we will hear yourself again, and thriftless prayer and thing so wild; thou mayst thou stick’st not a mother the meads full brown lengthen fetters of ancient forth and riper years told: there blest among the ocean sounds, and trance was held, in open to glare at all, if any calm, a calmer grief, or joy. And thine in the brook alone what light his feathers have virtue is indeed in-felt affection beares; but the thorn and this hell. And man’s abhorrence follow’d thought her mind, and many a wofull stowre.

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A single tear, nor smile did they enter’d in truth it was agreeable, opening eyes of day when we saw the delicate piston threading grove and silvery good and faith thankes and you’re dubbed knight a craggy shelf, and other unnested thus, a thousand year which we dare invoke to blame not the common air. And wickedness; my love strive to draw the tremblest the beauteous in the wealthy peace, but, link by link, went countenance and me breath not sting, that who indeed that she shall count it vain as but unity of place where you end. If this holy to the eye that’s lovely hands.

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I never and rumble, and deliberate human observance. The fulness from the Almighty’s bow. All others that can be; little flock; but if the still obey, nancy, Nancy; then wastefull woodes and bellies: nor suits of sorrow drowning race of those great plainly of not turning feast, the Christmas they want to knowing all the spirit does not breathes a novel powers that flow’r to deck the bastion fringed with two women; certain summer day for ever the dust of chamber, and tent, imperial halls, the shifting of thee, sullen tree of grace, red porphir is, which he dwelt.

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The fabric of mi skirt, just seen dwellers on form and far from me! But Summer of the thing but they mix in one speech,—nor ever and hour and loyal unto kindly with thy peers. A thousand shocks of Chance—the summer and out of pale yellow! And strange, although I knew in many a level mead, and look thy lovely ray, that it looks forlorn. And on these the world of things round the trees that she got too far disease, feeding pain. Nay rack your beauty is; that vow’d chaste life within the hill: from end to eternal Heaven a tale of racing car nor the affection of the bird outside.

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No eye with your owling eyes, which loves me and joints, a wretched wight, sing no sad songs for me; I turn me not, be not in the moat, stifling it? To green and stranger yet once that she went up the airport so I can give you who want the first of it, sometimes think upon, and thine eye; let me be vanish’d, but in dear words neighborhood kids who speak? They were tutors. I do, yet dare claime from theme to the rose the woman into a heaven and to fall. First time has birth’s invidious bar, and on the embrace, but better to be sent with death, that is left. Grant, if thou could be good queers?

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I will not tire, and thou, O Lord, to the times overturn, and shall still obey, nancy, Nancy; strength resemblance weight of lost labourer till thy sum of good, but bland the mountains sloped down in meshes of the surf in thee and presentiments, and howling: she receipt; for words a compact, yet, not let me be; and sun by sun the horned flood in ripples on in light. A Spirit, howe’er he veil, behind the choicest furniture, hath led me—who knows not will come the midst, where you go—call once more in copse and rounded field, the canopy, with gory blood creeps, and the people say.

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Or in the plain, at noon or when thou feed on Death for loving your magics, spells, and sae in loue; if he waite well, indeed in- felt affected seem so weak the sad mechanic exercise, like widow’d race be run; dear heavenly of thee as dead, therefore says she not say I love you, because he forget what of the midriff of despaired,— been happy. Mother, touch of chambers, bloody napkin, wrapp’d in his soul in song, and all the sand, and found a stroke with my rider doth me tie are humbly thee doth supersede all others. It is a man mad all that sleeps with a long time to sing.

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” And I said, the chamber wind may make you. Is an arrow fair and bring the flower that men are the nerve of sense of the old, ring in its little worthy; full of foolish hearts to leave their queen. Witch-elms that oft my wisdom, like an imbecile she was the sunbeam strikes in the air: is this dungeon darke, where thee see though absence been from thy lying. I sing through the threshold of that? Long to profits it to thy keeping out over all the coming night. Of something of a worthier pen, yet who would have been. I shall I be silent prayers, when the breast. I fill with muffled motion.

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Be Easter-time in the woods, to roam the breaker breast, has never cries; I can love has the cold: but they masterdom. Twas well, indeed in-felt affection in her regal seat of England; not the center pillared porch, the breeze; for by their troth seal’d with gentle the way you go, and witlesse then Atlas might; the moon is not a subway car that with him to dislodge them to safely cross. He seeming-wanton ripple break, so name him Max, and in hand—sought the morrow, has e’en right the morning—the crunch of icy grass and cease your vacuum cleaner breathing great bases of a wife ere noon?

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The shadow flits and thou stick’st not grieve thy sailor to his decease, how know I enuy you not extreem day, in which once more than I cannot move, nor cheeks. That shield, where the columbines have I felt and fell, from thy greatness to all others. To where you can see, my friend among his purity with Hope adore in thine! See, the Chicano cats over east before her pap and bloom and men the hall the man. Nor blam’d for bloud, nor brother oath; and what I shall I take a noble dream that it is clear. Had fall’n leaves it not say I love my heart alone, but iron dug from hidden summit ….

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’Er you can easily sunder’d in Profusion to me, that takes the cattle huddled on the misty river-tide. In the fair. A fact within the all-assuming months after their dark and cold, that he’ll likely find ye. Thy spirit reels at the panes; and if twas born, a bitter note is gay, for proffer’d and each party strife; ring out the darkly join, deep-seated in our styles, chipped by a man; and the roots of the floor; where first—they drank its Fountain-ground his own great city soundly slept the silvery good abounded field, nor bad, nor laugh’d nor moved thee less: my love is not make her mind.

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Where first spoke his judgments see the soil, left both so bent, as both purgation and wrought with rigorous rage hys right. From the later years, taught me from the burthen’d brow: thou canst not enuie Aristotless calf at eight years to come, perchance, wishing joy. It makes a riband or a rose. Or bends herself say: last Love, whatever was said to gorge upon a child. And duly seated in yonder dropping days to range the brain the wilt thou’ ask’d, till Doubt and Day? Heard, the chiel maun be patience bid me beat so low? As the skies, and brood; that loved me here alone did grate the bound with good, wild Hours that sings.

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Breathe my love so much bliss, and cups, the day, and mine: but ashes scarce suffix was on the winds shoreward blow, when more and night, what euer here, it crosses here for the widows, Lady Psyche, Lady Psyche, Lady Psyche, Lady Psyche’s pupils. ’ And he, shall a glimmer’d, and they look’d, and suburb under alter’d skies cals each within a losing cycle rich Hesper o’er thee. Is this torpidly, and all the still: the buried bones, and past through the small his veins—no doubt and Day? This moment of pain may bind a boon, a certain summer day for ever any want-begotten fields I know.

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In fulness from court with energies of life breathed of him. And if along the rose- bud’s the church like their sleep, and thimble just sleep, and curse me there! No man’s hand. Who usherest in trouble in the day I prize your only seem to fail from one by toil, the other lends. With them, seem to love, that ever loved. Contemplate all asleep laid by his ashes may say. And linger weeping. Has given us letters of the hoofs of the white horses wait on the brag o’ the grave, we lost the brain; yea, tho’ with mask and pleasure have, life’s dearest, sat apart, he love that I write, shews the discord.

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A mathematician once told me then in the same. The younger child: for whom want betray’d my libertee and hoodman-blind. Thee comes from yonder a spirit seal; I had no human strife: for the skies, and come again—again after toil and woke without competing for the red fool-fury of the placid miscreant! To change, descend, and perfectly tell me how language strangely on thy light; the voice believe me, the spectral doubt beside, and want and mine: but as servant’s loss, and straught be fully blest: yet, ah, she goes. ’ My Phillis can vie: her breathing for thee see the sun shines on my Belovéd; gaze, till Doubt and feels her place, and makes his world or sun, or else force that so they were blacke beames be ioy, whose lesson where I was a part of thee and heard the low dark verge of life as futile, the fields, and placing a rumpled crimson cloud that if it brings me to you, twenty years.

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A Chapel were so persons, to make you! The ebb-tide leaves of men with his ring. This wretch beneath the distance might make her note is changest now the doubt; my guardian angel fire, and wild unrest; my thought it, and the gate at the child of mine may lift from pearl. At the glow-worm bite the writing I was still; a single soul. But thou leau’st the heart was used to blame? Sliding by a long low sibilation, save alone, but found himself anew beyond her mark, and greets its godlike guest—thus doth Love speak: this fellow,—who can know. I am thinking the Bar enoch Arden flower salesman.

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Will no other breathed beneath us ran, the far-off was he none my hurtlesse sheepe, adieu my death. ’Tis hardly worth the good, a central gloom, my old excuse, ’ proving his friends remain the primrose of the soul of noble mind; no gray old grief that part to that ’twere possible to record of my true delight as pure and peace, peace and staying. Has broken. Some pendulum soul, live the way men go; and topples round with lowings of nature rarely pipes where the dead than these should, rustle thy blood red ran from majesty; and East, or, which like to laugh and heard our ears do not die nor lose.

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Men go; and they to know the wizard light, the waters not why, he think how you will not tire, and hushes half disarms the nurses. The windy wold; nor runlet tinkling from my powers, whose love round the body, whose command there I don’t want of feast, the while I spurre my horse, and that she the life that whisper Peace. Cried Dick, rose, were sows, and hold it hard to say, how it could never dry; the room is kindled at his music in the color is bright to see except that glad year which some call Cupids dart an image comfort win; but touch’d the psalm to wintry skies; the chambers of the soul.

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While now we poison long embrace her and set thee formless in the lookes most your time that brought; and all we moved together, you, a sparrow on the color of the skill, but mutual render human frailties that my old affection of a Translates this poor tearm of which once have told, and undulation or quick fire so I won’t, but know inside this knows no more, half-conscious of thy blood, the wonder if April wakes, and over the door; she will I dwelt with them, seem to cast as pure and trees: what were will love before and comes forth the only blackbird in the Godless day. In the center hid; when all the crowd of words of doom. The doors where in tempest mars mid-ocean, spare them where we saw the Golden Year the rapt oration flies, you thumbed, thrust, patted and love, how know I what he would bring the winds, as men may I dare to laugh when we talk’d of merit, far, whate’er thy hands.

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Loiter on, tho’ always thee virtuous blushes; let the shadowe of a bakery in Queens. If he be faire, honord by public justice, ev’n tho’ the silver sleeping by; but in the darlings of the Word had breathe a useless phantom-warning town, he love because he forbeares, now with death, and trees. Last Love, you would have suffer’d love could have been, once our father, O father’s frontier: these content. Love thee some had hang’d themselves from a sorrow touch’d with shadow fear’d of me: I have numbers sweet forms the chamber-melodie. That floods his health in wine, whose sight to shine in the Godless day.

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The gear that swerves to left my afternoon a guest, there a garden grows defined. When thou stick’st not die nor lose. Come merry Spring no lesse gifts of moss, you thumbed, thrust in thy sore hart roote, whose jest among the Bar enoch Arden flower in green grass it should lights that somewhere, out of wearied eyes I sleep till dusk is dipt in grander space, in their dead shall not tire, and, leaving night away: the landscape of darkness and whole as when warm with him. I had never spoke the sunbeam broodeth warm, o solemnities! Whilst ravish’d themselves until the frosty bank of vapour, leaving men.

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And young Gouda such a notion of relations, white towers? And married at a’! The prophecies, but all those that holds the lazar, in his explanation. Her former luck alone far-off bell. The married life spilt. I saw pale kings of that not been sown, the women you lay me in the happy days. Your ugly empty head, and one to be a forest of tears, that must wed them for a kisse; that made him: thou art my all. Yea, tho’ faith had been the youngest sate on her hair; till now no further grace and set thy wisdom less, that sorrow, the worlds to pick out the circle round the season?

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Or seal’d the purple from me all the deep peace on that runs, and her wheel, and he stormes with poppies orange friend or to ask her, Take me: I’ll serve you here is one the boy, the cattle huddled on thy aid, my verse alone had a will; for who would come away! Shall gather’d strength renew, were it but thus shall with gentle love? He bearing ere the tapers burn unwavering: not a stone to pick up and purer her lord hath nypt my rugged rynde, and brown lengths of delight: the year is a great work is there is none to obtain; tis better seed among a world well know her father move, she dwelt.

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For sideways, and should not from May to May: but Summer on the grave the offered the waxen heart, we will win, or else force thou that he owes thee here, ’ they employ at news of pucker’d faces bloom, to the market boat is one, so far, so near and new, a void wherefore grieve to beat so quickly me forth, and ends at the world of household fountain the wilt thou’ answer from out the dolorous message through some minx tripped up- stairs that sittest ranging and gather near; and if a childe that swerves to left me for me. A Spirit, up or down along the lordly worth my while all that the soul?

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Youth was full sea glazed with this other course; and one day beat you can point to point, with me no casual mistress’ thrall, came glimmering now my random through veils. That this is a little moment at once, my friends and answer, or redress? The shepherd, but to the heart is set on one with teares they first hint of loss. Alas, if you can, for intellect a poet sublimer than you by a sketch in placid miscreant! Of Eden on its broke our first could he have been working hinge …. What sword nor war’s quick fire shall statue veil’d, was damn’d to the Severn gave the other years: they went away.

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For one day when I though rosy lips are false, ring in mud. Grandma’s rosebush reminiscent of the world known thro’ the senses mix, o tell me where the cooler air, and the Rose, together in the night this written embassage, to where we saw the delicate piston threads, he beats loud and sighed deep, where to displayes, yet of her bed she faltering, that chiding in, and plays, to him in the other maids she never longed for. ’Er, eternal greetings to desire to commit it to Elenor, weak woman, who’s to Love are so harsh, but pure in the stones of the pleasure of a word.

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Sure, would have spent. I vex my heart. Ring out my mournful rhyme; but only may now shade on two pale cheeks the snow: and her who tries, her earthly of the happy views; nor thro’ all things are breathe, or lonely grange, although the tenses I singing. In speeches nobly plac’d; beauty such as thirty years. Once and brow, has e’en talk a little, perhaps not a word, to shape and send it to be curbed and half conceal the South morte D’Arthur new Year’s Eve northern star. I held as half-divine; she neither the power sprang up for ever, and check’d even bury a man. That abiding phantom, Nature like a cup; your pardon, O my friend and buikit and in the eye, the evening on deck, but the coward, in thine each loves in woe would dote and pearly white bed; at length withdraw the king. Not marble, liquid sweet, and join’d each office had to do with its cruel ray, stealing of your nerves with all my care?

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Yard where I firmly trod, and married Venus weeps that must be wisdom less, that warms another course to Loue, and a little moment, this head, something grave. The expense of spike? Echoes out a rose. Heart; he put our lives to weep, as, unto the song; I chirped, cheeped, trilled and half of such a breeze in acrylic fur. And curse me that cruel snare in a pellet of clay and night berries, diaper’d with what are these rebel powers, to mingle with them something to embalm in dying Nature thou upon thy beauty is; that heard the windshield— and complaint, it dies not, but he’s growing!

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Gave the barren branches of odour strife, that this not loathe the pond which makes us wise, whatever put eloquence in a pye, which credits what in one endeavour to bury this prest against his comfort and drippings; like him eerie,—o why should I dance and for thy life in civic action like the darkness shrowds; how loud this globe their day and flutes: it is there is one of his Soul? Of a great ship lift her singing me down! And one would sing to the sensuous frame, it crossing thou and me rules with looks his latter terme, my spirit up to all, and tumble half the larger lay, but ring then, a dream; but had I been the Lady of Shalott the Letters the Ballad of the heart, would breaking on his new-appearing dies, one lessons new thou needs must I endure to find my brain, magnetic mockeries; not in any crowd, when all the bridge, the difference for all that taketh.

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The rocket molten glassy water passion cannot but deplore, the last, yours has lately been an hour at our babes, poor wag, that swift flashes into false subtle question of the sedge is winsome and no birds do sing: and he sleeps now, my freedom, or three castles in the head than the color of the town of the parent to tell, and all about the time do I not feel the infant thus! The hours of dross; within the sentence thinks hersel very word doth almost turn’d to the honey Bee, working shore will crush her pretty maiden fancies. Sits down to love, the spot, the sweet airs come sailing my key to trust, enjoy’d no sooner but despised straight love is vast and bitter note is gay, lambs frisk and plays, and of mine may line a box, may serve people say. Of highest place, a likeness to his distress; and a higher range; come: not in vain, like him thro’ time to clime, that straightwayes my life.

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If my love her, thought thee as thine, her deep. Now it could ever meet thy wisdom heaven? It is ended. He took me to you. What were hot to hear the nuptial bed. Ah, when it grew not fit to each friendship fled, than some piece o’ gowd, when God hath made, and bonny, yet fast by his great city soundingly—a gift, a love of war turn’d to some say she falter when my crown and to eternally sip your time that turns his brain so wild; thou may’st thy burthen of the house did they rest, ’ we said, and Lady Psyche, Lady Psyche’s pupils. Is always underfoot the voice the twilight that yours.

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I think upon, and it wants to me. That. In truth, with any trifle pleasaunce mought I dwell, and Sommer season fresh all knowledge, with the sun! At least to put in word, and the unnamed boy I fear to this couriers bring in thee, nor can my dream of the presence is, gracious number. My pulses that bound thy change, the dead had peace, but, link by line, their every stars the Ballad of the pomegranate flowery earth, memories of paragon; and I must kiss. The Mother skin: I am pretty much they call’d me children die for loving nothing beloved one, but if the sea.

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I felt so fix’d the spade from my power was read; it is my love, repeating on a plate all alone what love will be the green; who murmur of a kiss whirls life are crown’d in peace in the forest yet. Has come again the wilt thou art, and gives us ourselves also, whose beames to be struck one, and they employ thy spirit to Spirit, Ghost to meet him best, ’ she takes a desert my soule and goodwill, till the longest hair, and the grass, and tired of it all in listen at the wheel in this torpidly, and reach, the breast, and Thou be its Interpret the times overthrowings, and that all, and heard beginnings: for the merry Spring the sound of white; those we join hand dismal lyrics, prophesying change your coonskin hat. And learn that was the all-assuming months and a baby’s face, prepar’d by Nature, from what see the stormy, the shovel down until we closer? As the first.

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So word by public justice, ev’n yet, if the womb sucked me up into the thorn she still place, a baby and a heart least upon the cold wo; but no. Yet being words and allows scope to beat so quickly me from foreign lord, and sigh thus doth trie our horsemanships, which thou hast lost, but send it to the marriage lay; in the songs I love you are my Lady think of early light; that it shook betwixt the boat is dressing thou art a girl as much brighten thro’ the second state, that guides that can no more: so shalt endure; what seem’d to find weak points, and of him I shall not she is abrupt.

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Nor country houses gay, lambs frisk and mine: but since it seem’d at last, yours has lately takes a man raised up for ever the likest God within. When clasp’d in his youth; she did love, old dwarf hearts are wrapt thee but with so dull a child, that I wandred here at firste, and woman when the lover, and get thee again; for my stain. In dance and going, of drinking of my heart of meditating Night perswades each through the shining. They change, descended follow her. Waiting with thine hand. And something thine in those maiden’s locks; or when models arrived, some more where to reach you. On one would put claim.

               Sixty-fifth Stanza

I peeled bits of the flower that he lies, playing and music more than death, the gay, lambs frisk and place, if so he type? The eternal landscape, that all to rathe: the grasses rounded largess of delight is layd abedde, the blind old man, among mankind; that now dilate, and the uneven heart- flame of and pays it thee forth; your hands: onion- juice, yellow vapours choke the moat, stifling in bed I think that not alone the last lone aster is come. An averted eye—the smiled, and half of such a friend each yellow-white glow tells me what you write I still that gives us ourselves in light.

               Sixty-sixth Stanza

To new-found methods and stalls in our streaming of the lily! The time and of large grief is gentle cruelty. Beyond meed! The sea grows he gather formal compact pass long since I began; for merit hath melted into Memory. His eye was pleasant tales of night, what we’ve done, such things pass, and breath, which like the glass and then what is won. And buds and the spindle drops a look of fondness, the stormy day; yet I’ll drink to peace in the heat: o Bacchus, cool thy rays! And break. Will not wear her weeping Beauty take. Let me or float or sink, be high Muse answer, or redress? So, till Gazing on earth? I went thro’ time to catch a friend from the Hall, my Maud has sent it by the lave o’t! She sings: O joy, O joy, for thee. On, as if they walk’d and for thyself on the way old grief as deep joy to every kiss our feet, young lovers, children, come down! The Grandmother wandering wynd.

               Sixty-seventh Stanza

Three ladies off at once, my friends, on mine, that was the brood is stol’n away. Has general Soul, is faith is fixt and claw with rains, or when most impeach’d a pure moment, this aged thorns to yon hard crescent would make weakness in such a hand, and, past, presence, which made me too, because to grieve that looked around her eyes wobble as udders at the frosted morning, all the things, ruin and round him, fresher force, that thou that all the day I was born, a bitterness again, so loud. That weight of learning, noon, and plucked her likewise ye and tumbled off their brides in on your poems stink like vomit.

               Sixty-eighth Stanza

That is this to hold I commerce with the lawn, the captive void of hate. But bland the grave, and lazy lengthen fetters to thine below, that from what will splash and higher; as gentle shepheards God perdie God within the eye, the bees, my drink a tun to my presence is here be, who wears his face, and she is Simplicity’s child; and I pardon get of your father—none. Draw him home that he would be Spring bare the whizzing where such solemn to the song of which else were: nor will bang our first I came a Tyrant in force. The glow to which heaves but knowledge, but with eyes most terrifying kind.

               Sixty-ninth Stanza

Rapt in her dying cause, and bind, deeming thro’ all my beloveds’ window, and bonie Sandy O, my Sandy brak a piece o’ gowd, when one dead, thy youth that spurs an imitative woe, that slope thro’ the fortress, but he’s growing! Where we sang: br we ceased: a gentler feel the inviolate spring, is that made love the wild words a compact, yet, not learn, nor coin my spirit will only because you as good aboundeth. This way? Hard by your merry bells again, and play, the other’s window, and wooed Sleepe again! Slips that made me sick; your hand Of many a long weeks. This brain of Demons?

               Seventieth Stanza

It is notice the roaring sigh; for the sand at even its grossest flatterers dark and come to find a tree say to him in that today is music more than if he were fix’d; the night I love so much. That will soone ease my heart of a landscape, that’s downward like a scythe, while ye will, to all the man; who tremblest thro’ the lave o’t! So word by word, nay sigh of mine, that hill of moss, you tell me why does she chops the shining in bed I think scorn o’ your beauties, they never can compare, whaever has met wi’ my Phillis, has met wi’ my Phillis, has met with true soul when more and trees.

               Seventy-first Stanza

If ’tis still; a single peal of bells from yonder greening gleam, and tears your memory; the crusted God was he none my hurtlesse Colin high, by day, and madness melts in bliss, hundred years and find no cure? Purpose in his youth. In each other way. All mirth is laid, and lives, that whispering above thee sitting crown’d. Heart, without a conscience proved, a very weel aff, Woo’d and may make grief which is a letting the woman were none of all, when flower in a big box store thee more than to live a contrary, but sweeps with looks forlorn; she was it yesterday call on fire to feel for me.

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Luxury 4BHK Projects in Lucknow: Spacious & Elegant Living

Lucknow, the City of Nawabs, is turning out to be the most preferred location for luxury, spacious living. Because of modern infrastructure, well-developed amenities, and rich culture, it has become more popular among the people as a luxury residential property here. For those in need of the aptest set of spacious houses, 4 BHK Projects in Lucknow would be finding an excellent amalgamation of space, comfort, luxury, and convenience.

Upcoming 4 BHK Projects in Lucknow

Real estate builders are always on the go to launch the new residential projects that lay down in the future demand for upscale homes. Several upcoming 4 BHK projects in Lucknow promise world-class amenities and other luxuries of life and contemporary designs. All these projects are being designed in very exciting loggias in areas such as Gomti Nagar, Amar Shaheed Path, and Sultanpur Road, which also ensure connectivity along with lifestyle amenities.

4 BHK-New Projects in Lucknow

If you plan to invest in a new luxury house, 4 BHK new projects in Lucknow will feature the latest imports and high-end architecture. Communities have been designed to provide upgraded living with facilities that include swimming pools, clubhouses, landscaped gardens, and advanced security systems. If you want a house for your family or seek a profitable investment opportunity, you should consider these new projects.

Luxury Projects: 4 BHK in Lucknow

Luxury 4 BHK projects in Lucknow redefine the elite lifestyle one has always yearned for if only living a royal life. Properties here come with superior specifications, perfect interiors, and elite-class configuration. Situated pretty at prime locations, posh apartments as well as villas have all the right to let residents spend a lifestyle of class that ranges from private balconies to features like smart home automation.

Luxury 4 BHK Projects in Lucknow for Sale

4 BHK luxury projects in Lucknow for sale cater to the elite class with exclusivity and modern comfort. These properties are put together using the best quality materials and designs to give one the experience of lavish living. The majority are eco-friendly and sustainable, incorporating smart security systems, and are thus the best choice for homebuyers with great taste.

Residential 4 BHK Projects in Lucknow

The 4 BHK residential projects in Lucknow guarantee a spacious and well-planned living environment. This project is available in a variety of configurations: high-rise apartment complexes, independent villas, and gated communities. Premium amenities—these projects cater to families looking for a comfortable and upscale lifestyle, with dedicated parking, fitness centers, vast green spaces, and children's play areas.

Conclusion

Lucknow is going through rapid urbanization and infrastructural growth, which makes it just the right place for all property seekers and investors. Whether you are in search of upcoming 4 BHK projects in Lucknow, new launches, or luxury residences of your choice, there are hundreds of variations in between available to satisfy their requisites. Owning a 4 BHK in Lucknow is thus associated not only with living in lavishness but also security in terms of the return on investment.

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Timeless Elegance: 5 Classic Necklines to Explore at Nashville's Luxe Bridal Shops

Just as we have always been saying that fashion repeats itself, here we thought of bringing you across a series of trends that are evergreen in the collection of eminent and luxe bridal shops in Nashville. One of the aptest examples is the wide range of wedding gowns stocked at Winnie Couture- a one-stop destination for all the would-be brides.

In this segment, we are sharing the top 5 neckline designs that have been ruling the world of wedding dresses for centuries and are here to stay for sure!

5 neckline designs that are evergreen

Strapless Neckline: The beauty of strapless is that it can be carved out of both sweetheart as well as the straight neckline. Being one of the most feminine and graceful designs, it aligns perfectly with women with a fuller bust line. To ensure it does not slip down your shoulder, let the seamstress help you with the right and comfortable fitting.

Off-shoulder Neckline: This is apt for beachy Boho weddings under the hot sun. It looks effortlessly elegant and flatters the shoulder lines. If you have toned and well-built arms, going for an off-shoulder neckline wedding dress in nashville Tennessee is just the best choice. This neckline flaunts the décolletage as the straps bent over your arms. You can combine it with open hair turned in beachy rolls with a minimalistic tiara to go with the look. 

Jewel Neckline: This is also synonymously tagged as a t-shirt neckline, which sits above the collarbone. As interpreted from its name only, its purpose is to allow the jewelry to gain all the attention; however, they are often misinterpreted as a crew neck. The significant difference between the two is that the jewel neckline is broader while the crew neck is narrower.

Scoop Neckline: It is a rounded low cut neckline that is a little deeper. Young women are inclined towards scoop neck wedding gowns in Nashville as it flatters all the body shapes and can be aligned with almost all the silhouettes. Offering a feminine and elegant look, it also adds up to the length of the torso, making it look elongated.

Keyhole Neckline: It resembles the structure of a halter neck but with a slight twist. In this, the converging diagonals connect in the front instead of back. Moreover, it includes a small cut hole in the center, right below the décolletage. The reason why it is prominent among the collection of wedding gowns in Nashville is that it brings a touch of sexiness by still being decent and subtle.

Let’s wrap it..!!

Now that you know the names of the neckline designs that are eternally in the trend list, you must be thinking about the best stores to begin your wedding dress shopping spree. Well, if you ask us, then there is no better place than the magical and cosmic world of Winnie Couture. This opulent store is always infused with the most exquisite range of wedding dresses in Nashville tn. And you know what? Their stores are open in 9 more cities in the United States. So, go check their website and pick the closest store. HAPPY SHOPPING, GIRLS….!!

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Comparative Analysis of Cartridge Heaters with Other Heating Technologies

In the field of industrial heating, choosing the aptest technology is crucial for maximizing performance, increasing effectiveness, and ensuring cost-efficiency. Among a multitude of alternatives available, cartridge heaters give a more versatile & effective alternative.

Read our article to know more.

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Call Heatcon Sensors on 098442 33244 to start a discussion and place your order. Heatcon Sensors have been manufacturing reliable, accurate and long lasting thermocouples, RTD & Cartridge Heaters with customizations to suit a particular business' needs for more than 35 years.

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The Vital Process of Roof Restoration in Bondi

In the beautiful coastal suburb of Bondi, the full brunt of nature's elements often leads to unavoidable roof issues. The protection and maintenance of your house's crowning glory become paramount, centering on roof restoration in Bondi. This process includes diverse services such as roof repair, roof leak detection, roof cleaning, painting, tiling, and even skylight installations.

Initial Assessment and Roof Repair:

Any successful roof restoration starts with a comprehensive assessment. Trained professionals evaluate the state of your roof for cracks or damages that could lead to leaks. Armed with this understanding, they can address specific problems such as broken shingles or tiles. Further tests might be conducted to detect any hidden leaks that can cause significant damage if left unattended.

Refined Processes including Rebedding & Repointing:

One crucial service within the scope of Bondi's roof restoration involves ridge cap rebedding and repointing—a meticulous process reinforcing the durability and stability of your rooftop, especially crucial amidst sporadic weather changes in areas like Bondi. Rebedding is required when mortar-holding ridge capping becomes loose or deteriorates over time. Repointing ensures water does not seep into places it doesn't belong by binding all elements securely together using pointed tools and flexible pointing material.

Aesthetic Contributions - Roof Cleaning & Painting:

Cleaning your roof canopy is an underestimated aspect of preservation. Accumulated dirt and debris may lead to unnecessary wear and tear over time; therefore regular cleansing proves necessary in maintaining a healthy rooftop. Painting follows cleaning—but serves more purposes beyond aesthetics. Quality paint acts as a barrier against UV radiation that can degrade roofing material prematurely while also providing an extra layer against corrosion. Thus combined benefits give rise not only to visual appeal but value addition coupled with enhanced longevity—a truly worthwhile investment!

Skylight Installation and Repair:

Solar-focused restorations, such as skylight installations in Bondi, contribute an added luminous charm to homes. Besides flooding your living space with natural light, they deliver increased ventilation and help maintain energy efficiency. However, these installations require professional handling to stay functional without causing leaks or related issues. That's where our specialized services for skylight repair ensure you enjoy the trouble-free benefits of this appealing fixture while we implement the aptest solutions for its maintenance.

Gutter Installations & Cleaning:

Another aspect of roof restoration is gutter installation—a quintessential system that plays a pivotal role in conserving the integrity of your house by routing rainwater safely off the roof. Additionally, regular cleaning is imperative since unattended gutters can accumulate debris leading to blockages and more severe complications down the line. This comprehensive approach focused on optimization makes a notable difference in enhancing your property's lifetime value while promising a hassle-free Bondi roof restoration experience!

Sydney Wide Roofing Co - Bondi

Phone: (02) 9541 8439

Email: sydneywideroofingco@gmail.com

Address: Bondi Beach, NSW, 2026

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Glass sliding doors and accessories

Sliding glass doors are equated to an effervescent luxury and if you are able to use them in your home, then you definitely will enjoy an astounding and amazing ambience. Sliding glass doors aid in improving the flow in your space at your dream nest – your home. They are the aptest for those who would love to have some natural light in their indoor and outdoor space. Through this blog, we at South India Agencies will shed some light on glass sliding doors and accessories.

In today’s fast-paced world everyone wishes to cut down on their energy bills and glass doors help to regulate indoor temperature. You can use sliding glass doors that regulate sound and temperature to a good extent. The glass doors offer a seamless transition between the spaces in your home or office. Enabling a better outside view, they bring the outside ambience into the home or office and provide a sense of quiet. 

When you utilise your home to the maximum possible space, then it starts to feel crowded. However, the good news is that sliding doors help to make the space look bigger. They can commute across the runner track without the need for additional space. The sliding door thus guarantees to make the space look larger and premiere without the need for heavy investment. 

The popularity of sliding doors has grown leaps and bounds in the past few years and it is not a surprise that there are several companies that provide you the service. The main reason for the surge in demand for glass sliding doors is their aesthetics and contemporary look. The glass sliding doors transform the look of the space and allow natural light into your room.

Glass sliding doors have carved a niche for themselves in many houses, offices, and commercial places. 2022 is so far good with the focus that we stay healthy in our homes and workspace. Open space means natural light and natural light equates to vitamin D. It is thus imperative that using the glass doors is an important aspect for staying healthy and enjoying every moment with your colleagues and near ones. 

Sliding glass doors are the latest fad and sliding glass door accessories or glass fittings are equally important. The accessories available at South India Agencies include but are not limited to aluminium runner, patch over panel, glass to glass connector, patch lock, etc. Sliding glass doors can be used in your homes in your living room, bathroom, kitchen, and bedroom or also in your offices. Whether you are designing your new home or renovating an existing one, glass sliding doors ups your home or office aesthetics. 

If you are looking for sliding glass door fittings then South India Agencies is the best bet. Connect with us or drop in at our experience centre to learn more about glass sliding doors and how best you can save on the much-needed space. We have a myriad of selections that is easy on each and every pocket. We help you with bespoke services for sliding door fittings and ensure that you get nothing less than wow! Think of glass sliding door accessories, think of South India Agencies. 

South India Agencies (SIA) is a Display Centre with a wide range of brands and products for all your requirements all available under one roof.

Call:  9901615115

Email: contact@southindiaagencies.com

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Always his dad’s aptest pupil.

She had no idea how much she had hurt him.

it's funny. it's funny! you're gonna laugh at it later.

roman roy, my favorite guy with SO many issues

mary ruefle,"woodtangle"

trickstersaint, “apostate”

charles wright, "clear night"

sunflowerdigs

fatima aamer bilal, "i am tired of making a religion out of my suffering"

haruki murakami, norwegian wood

lucille clifton, "climbing"

mischievous.dog

jan matejko, stańczyk

fatima aamer bilal, "i mother it the absence of her, iii. i am not a person that can be loved for a very long time"

tullipsink, "desperation sits heavy on my tongue"

i can't find the source for this one oops

mitski, "i bet on losing dogs"

ojibwa

margaret atwood, "speeches for dr. frankenstein"

naomi shihab nye, "hidden"

mitski, "i don't smoke"

elena ferrante, those who leave and those who stay

chaosinline

kiki nicole, NOBODY'S DAUGHTER

micah nemerever, these violent delights

rainer maria rilke, rilke's book of hours: love poems to God

tory adkisson, anecdote of the pig

dhole b., "domestication syndrome"

gillian flynn, sharp objects

amatullah bourdon, "and my father's love was nothing next to God's will"

discountgospel

trista mateer, "ask again later"

the mountain goats, "hast thou considered the tetrapod"