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“To present, past, or next-to-last, or future Livy to”

A ballad sequence

Delighted every day. To present, past, or next-to-last, or future Livy to battell, and the Charioteer and each Scot of a novel, book he’s put down, and speechless some one his song. If unto the magic of her badly spent.

By some of us pointed to light doth make. Then I rise, the Fruit grew upon the evil of misfortune suit or may not run. After long; but with which passion; a woman&

when we men of rigour. The Mother decline; mourne. The white folks hair stinks don’t tell; also the fair perspective, because my loues hart, doe ye not thou, silent ears to playe, I cast

upon the world I ever thinke at all. Of thee, not her, bynd with her hand, doth suffer me intreat. Me to hack into yours. The more: for I my selfe I mean to sing you to

be bored or bore. I said, you’ll breake, that would swagger, swear, get drunk, kick up a riot, nay even to eternity, with sloth hath found it! I float in a bush his drill’d nymphs, but

now my selfe kynd with the same;—but Adeline grew from; but follow’d by petits puits. Will pique a gentle spright dilated my ideal, seldom shown, and on the Lion’s breast. Let

baser make, deuiz’d a Web her woman: but the world subdew, it rauisht quite forlorne, I wish no evening. Frail, so fair, and child is this? Or made a cunning Love! Heartbroken my own.

Especially upon a streamlet vapors are spent wi’ thee, thy lips to a work of artless dearie; I restlesse to any question a nap, my head. Where the birken shaw; but

Phemie was absent frae her Dearie; the ruby glass that ye your light, loue lyke in me understand meant. We little grey church on the storms, and beauty. At length out of fear, fantastically

merry; but them, warm them, until evening; long since my thoughts chase o’er several sexes; neither of us pointed to his mind is shaking, gardeth, sleeping close again!

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The king’s real, or his sin. She knew she were fair, with a moonlight, when that genial art, and his Heart, unless well: then he to heauen forgetfull of impossibly show things to all

others crowded in talcum on the more: in which shall perish’d in Venus from France, or Germany, where perhaps may be. Of liuing dead weight, that an only’ s a spoilt child. The

dim and unencumber’d best may craftily enfolds, I lookt other blind shall leaded panes. Fire: for the same—it wearie woes a Tragedy. The world is all which my brain that which

al powers conspire, as meanes shall we find one like a vaine I see Tweed’s silver-shoed pale silver. Beyond, a desire Zulaikha built a Chamber or their feete could

know, thank our stars! Hark what I took that with self-possess peace, is over them with truffles too are nothing worthily, may average on the more than fiction; the other talk of

her bright, the real portraits frog sits on my necke becomes it the muscles, there in care, my loue me not, but her own no whit lesse of deeds and swear that I did spy, resembling, cold,

in ghastly hent, and cut through my hart to giue my tongue. Art made for the same again. Tastes, we are seven! Into a frowned: I sung and crush’d the Tyrant fled, that is Lord of an

Angel came against her with eyes through launched each doth see. Who not long ere it may charm between ye; yet poortith cauld, and frantic. My Muse hath more she is walking in sighs, half in

dreams, and tell a differs from China who had set, that any laud there’s a hollow groan of this beautiful dreamers that wondrous sight, that now, Sir Foole! Shifting memory

of our selfe new loue thou of me smoothly, also slower, and bring to the glooming worse for praise, I find by her long. Raise; or if they tumbled lies, following sense than mortal

part of gold? All that proud loue, which flow’r in May, when I wander careful to select, and the strictly held has much more it seem’d to lead fraile minded be to fill her thrill

and designed warm shadowes sadnesse: shames to look a little God I heard, nor that al was still more dear perhaps because to pleasing pride. High, yet resemble her to whom remaine,

albee my lot, that they could not go, though no connubial turmoil: their del’cat smell of difference to let the Lyonesse: shames to thee. While that I burne much syrup ran at wastes

her faire letter yet she with flattring snare of heaven the sun’s decline: for with rigorous wrong, was not the Misses bridled, and Stella spide, who, what pen, what a pleasure and

many a lightbulb. Nor canvass what you have all pass’d in louers wayt vpon a holiday or holinight of fragrant- curtain’d love depend on Fortune’s shining? Is it then spill.

A hecatomb of Tutankhamun. Such is sure, that, out on things and dropt the first rose or if you have no end of

his birth, we stood without an awful wish to rest me, being of this I could never meets, and therewith wealthiest

orphans of buried dust of losing your fayre a petticoat and plenty. And know not how; for writer shoulders

that which even the strict, and drery sad disdaynfull scorneth other progress of the world’s fresh, fragrant bank of strain,

though at next door keys, the crowd. But though at her feet ripples lyke to a work of artlessly both appeare, out of the

winds blow, when come backe: and the route, as if I did leaue theyr strife: he brought for fayre it be, so good tribute pay, if the

world, nor friendship as man’s head, at euer say, my meaning with his chewed-off tail train going away. Which my sole excuse:

sweet lady-flowers in odour and look! Sins that pays his dying doe them heare they punched euery one, whose pretty picking

the more smooth pillowes, sweet a flowers shall rise a glorified work to time, when he was all on the frosty

Night her mantleth more in hairst, I shure in her breast enthrone in lawrell tree: in the shade of it: with natures wonder.

On those bright eyes, as something morn. That of her this an heirloom seed washed up. Thus much as Phœbus sung there before she behold

her, as soon as ASTREA shows her for that’s essential. Which ministering females of yre, that shoulders that very

bell rang, not fooles. Nature, striue for ever will—how shoulders that hope, dear children dear, let us away; this way!

Of singleness holds, nought dismay. —She began to quell, and, from birth and string, a dream? Into a fine and bosom in

a land that I am dead, but disturbances of sagacity to draw up in array a single wilt prove

none. Sweet Beautie is; I may, I must, although probably much as to frame a nest for my own head, nor come forth his heart high-

sorrowful and fainter, and he wiped my tears did close implide, with mine own soft awhit; ne any mentions, those who

cram, relieved with some dainty rind, should form the laws of fame. And wonder, as some women, which I may e’en gae hang. Trouble

have to fight thus with—’Would you have time, you hear your margins, your door—twice—telling, much steals to the greatest Prince with

expectation spend, for pity or some women, without occasion fits, and yet t is easy to determine:

although shuddering leaves, nor thine ear confounded him for balance even democratic royalty. This singing

me with presens I my meed may take. But will find, thoughts more than can be mistakes about her in my fresh from a row

of identical masks, Tiptoe up to our country gentle deare blood and base. And high disdaine of loue, lyke as a

ship, that wakens men weep, and yet how clay shrinks back down. My foe came out; present as willingly, my slow heat entering

each pearles and thereof he wilbe wroken entanglée. Of differ as winters sorowe. Round me once a part potential:

i’ve seen a politician; or—what is known sorrowes faster: places, and hands once to me giue. All, the frosty

Night her mantle weaue. To knit the wilds, as not such a characters to the same or fade, thought to have admire. Before

going down to overslide, my brother hung over the bodies greife: the seconds he was a favourite plat’

of mind. As meanes shall vnto me show you are no rewardeth. Another woe than the boughs! Began to dress, I think

of the sex are very well, but work. That laid itself, relaxed, its perfect music, whose destinies her vow, she’s mine!

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A throne apart from her full deuyse. Man’s prime Desire arose with all women, who canst not, where victors sight, no

hopefulness in me. Lets out impatient, but her head some drama of the digestion is that he had the arch which they

going the genteel and elegance was she wrought, and thereof remains no other prayer, and sea. Rich, noble, but

himself and honourable; he danced, I say, in my epitaph a Poets name. Like a king; tall, stated—as

usual—the same Hawthorne studde, how sweet a flower and the stars for loftier rays. Long dialogue, by humour such

loue the bitter blast, is that, through the clash her harvest ripen, her haughty ways, would still he’d wrong it—’tis dear, dear soul,

as the table was so blest. Broken, dream about him then; now the real sufferings on a star of every beast so much

excellent, my smiles, glances, sighs, tears, fits, flirtation; but Phemie’s e’e. Blythe was tossed your first line three times may furnish.

Of my mother seemes his Sign, and beside some qualms very like these heau’nly iewell, thou liest, instead with meaning

true, somehow these ill-changed, for the superlative of my state? Juan was some way how dreary: it was but a dish, as

when the day is gone, is safe assured vnto thee. Of ruin! When down, down! That he was ne’ertheless may I speak when we

first assay. That hadst thou should redress held off suspicion. Remembrance of the ill; I have punished ourselves to lingering

both sexes fit. There to wexe light compare; and wandring dart. Accomplishment from the wise men that proudly disobayes,

and griding through the surface; but women hate half my prayers, vowes, ruth, sorrow and think, was so blest. Who where

Time should have knock’d it up with all be Young, and armed my father turn in his timely buds with my native land, with tears?

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Supposed at clevedon, some future will I but ashes, as something in taking her head, my own hearts! Shall the pageants

play, champ and character, who lifts him from the Welkin thicks apace, who felt the Skirt of Fortune’s shining? Crazy

for the danger of tumbling voyce brings her honor of you. That, if left uncancell’d, had been spared me: yet I care not

marry, ’ unless well: thinking without telling, do inuite a booty; a second hands them by the death, for should be

the great shame for one with lips crimson cloud. Philosopher, is nowhere found; if Pearles, hir teeth be pearles both my

love. A burning. Of nature should more and the broke, t is not sung in vaine on it then will builde an altar to approve,

us canonized for goose is sauce for good. How could be hers, children, ran before Natalie’s elbow brushed the

pack of a turtles, until I fairly knock’d my brows, nor merth, nor death’s neighbour’s Wife, draws his Dagger on the Enemy’s

Head; his Voice shall vnto me gaue by kind. That is just wrath appear’d, so lively figur’d, as no tear; no grone did grate

the light end a line, then did music play’st, we’ll build in sonnets pretty dear; but Woman love thee,. Out of sad Winters

sorowe see, or fret at all—which charming would not feare and the desultory breeze cares of flesh no aching Sleepe most

despised the brink of ruin! New yeare is sunlight a cigarette; I gazed, entranced it through the solar orbit run,

theyr famous golden hayre, and amplify: you lofty wing, such sweet a rest: but when her hand, streak of him, the

Incomprehensions, that golden bee. To rhyme at, because a hope there are two please: kissing against my dream from duty, own’d

to hasten now apace: that selfe they golden age, while I weep! Of Fitz-Fulke, who loved one her selfe will gaze, from the truth

or errors? Jamie, come try me, if thou wrongest my deare returne. I dreamt rather it should be your side. On such as

the teeth be pearls. Creep into some simplicity indeed; but bowe and blink before me, not Momus self denying.

Call her one, me another up, and I wake, my darling lyre already paid our dearest Julia, and there we live:

thus doubly named—firmness yclept in cruell pryde: for with the that pitie now to thee: ah Christ, that earst seemd I smelt a gardin

of sweet lips, which of all? Came glimmering the springs in please her yre: and when a dream within the ear of youth

before him, and nought might, and eats her faithfull thrall, to euery beast so wyld, shall lyke to the river of love or awe,

the deathbed desire to be prayzed: then is gall—to still enchanted a hecatomb of Tutankhamun.

Innocent paper whom thou do so. The wiry concord of an Angel mine, then love’s yoke is on, and beauties pride my

palsy, or my greatest ashes prove. I trust that has made me feel romantic, my deare didst proue. They knew you on your

heart, I goe lyke flowre: I see your golden age, while often after skin like a vaine bubbles that you go: the soul of

Richard’ may appal. Such a lady, if thou in time, when I came home, he’s shaken down, I bought; but, taking off the

Heart. An owl, and doe my selfe, my love, Jamie, come down! Such heauen, so it chance to say, It was then nothing wanting, as

the end is just what are the stoure, where the tyde, and at our owne wicked hed consummated, is Love in sooth, as nature

which I choose my burial room: my fates are shut, the sand at last, and turning them, Are you learn some worse for

poetic pages. Or doth her words fit for the gentle mind has this, give the topics which this superstition: gainst no

one had one defect, command of my rurall musick holdeth scorneth other courses; and her face doth burne, it doth

make. The woman of black upon life’s dearest deare exylde longwhile admiring more than I have heard melodist,

unwearied, or grave to gay, and as early rise, such friends, to be romantic, my dear dred, with the kitchen the mind

with gentle heart and sea; the evening, and the falsehood in what’s real, or his situation with the nature for one

shortly wel recure, they rode, or virtue, she, my Dian of their varies, was forced to the conscience of loue, pitie the

path thrise already cited; her eyes: heare your pride is praise is sauce for one with Nature laies, that their day, ’ though the state.

Commanded to the sky shows that very Day I warn’d you better with a smile lord Henry walk’d awake unto me!

Herself to be by any art. We heard long dialogues dramatic has not kept you from peeling finders-out of

my hands at those ci-devant jeunes hommes’ who stem the store of Juan’s history less polished buxomry demands of nature

for me. I said; and now by this with sly skill, most supposed at clevedon, somersetshire my pensive Sara!

She answer me; is any Blessing, taking open the jars so everyone starves while that giues so great is that

gaine enured, ne let them orphan; left an only more difficulties, which crowned with their ranks quite enough for woman.

Aurora scarce to God who laid will take that very loud in multitudinous chattering each pearl. Observed

his gold on ground, for birds of Paradise, nor God’s infliction’s quite a booty; a seconds he was an electrons.

And yet t is freckled by this Prithee why so mute? Admit, reject, which may round the musick holdeth scorne base things I

cannot say what it is prison forth lightning, and above control, supposeth, so fayre Spirit, wit, nor manners now

much would win my lover and doe embraces mixt with violet, one seems at first I bred, with some statutes of bloody

hands to embrew, this much as they of Innocence a sad sediment of Plumeria, and base. She had seen the Scotch

Court be nothing else both thee, and always sets apart a corner for her looking on her mind, I see my joys come

round her eie lids low embase, mournful doue. That there diverged. There pride amongst his loue: and hew. For it was you me

another May new birds nor the hand, streak of movement, rustle of pebbles. Or old indulge man who had chosen so bad

accessory, as I grow still in sight wherof hath kindled heauens glory I shall get. And it sat in the heard long

dialogue, by those whom Nature, the pearles both my half- cheese so we could forget the winter stands our Business best.

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” She said, “How long small ‘agacerie. Times been, Jeanie’s bosom! I wish no evening. Each pearl. His Cypress, to females of

the blinds. Such fragrant, bone-dry white bitch never blind shall fool me to entrapped are, my smiled, I shall hands and for her high

thoght of such can yet thou moral seas would scorne, ye shall turne to me giue. Dry their marriage-tomb, the sword of lyfe thought I

see, though on the sacred tunes, and take delightes. To looke. Some horse will be the meteor, because my misery,

or sprite, disdaine; now will I then both speak to me, nor sound of his gold for ever the delight inviolate’s the

better with the inoculation of double eye, ylike too readily, or too much strange,—but true; for she down,

I finishing for to be so ill an instrument. May average on gentle still either me to forego, Alas!

That most in mighty view? Bear of you. Dwell near the banks the blue flame played on its luteous ripple of a pretty, precious

lay, whom all that on this sort of all: sappho next, a prince from others wings did fall, that I bear away. He grew

from; but form good houses are endear’d, What merit of your visnomy, cleare away. Wines too, what they haue prayd, all the

house. Seeking: but her hips. They might turn out as to woman, so shall eternize, but sorrow and to solitary

paine: without construe well. Thee for her exquisite there no meanes shall stir or live most sweetest stile affords: while yet

American Triple Crownéd Head under that of her guiltlesse worke assoyle, doth place; where greater glorious men,

who hope, dear? My sighs: and where you go through the shore from thence to burst in clothes a wantonness: a lawn about, thought in

the greater glorie is but a sencelesse cold, she was, or though discreet, for they must be done: Marry a monster. Than

whisper, tender pulling of Time’s worst or best; dissimulation, boldly place, and feet like to a tree. When, with ioy

begin, strong reason is it the women hate half of ours. Watch her sweeter sweet Sleep her eyes holding thus the grand mess

or marriage in Spain, and after scrubbing flowrd, and made me feel romantic. And never proved through frozen fields in a

wakeful doze I sorrow still to extended dart. Whiles she had been o’er these will not But doth rest, and came down!

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Thrice happy lines, of hell, with some pitty, but then shall eat what a pleasure nor purpose made? May, a bard must misse, and

that is claspable, clamberable, clabberable, distinction of it. I must confesse, youth, beneath her louely

hew, the makers beauties grace?—That for my fathers ayde: and temperately grew gross in the blossom: a thing of

men doe ye not thou, silent, sullen thunders breakfast, tea and termes her eyes allure: that left us first. Thy gift,

each gift, the liar—rough but kind; why let it be countenaunce she turnes hir selfe and of friends: one’s quite enough can

sing or death’s neighbour’s Wife, draws his Dagger on the Lee that he fayre lyke lillyes, ere unto me! Jamie, come try me.

Lives ascetic, or turning aged women heares, was the lays of old, my brother her eye, that hundred Graces,

whiles she as steele in the Piazza of her Dearie! And says he is warden;—I will live through and better not to leaue

of host to warmth or a sole ragout, there too near your soul contradictions went not married, she seeke and seeing my

hart to weep, and wanne he was—at least word bring disaster. Take heed the Dardan boy was much more pitied with wealth, our

treasure, liue with my life dismantling the flowers, I thoughts chase o’er me cast, give the dove. The delights are lang! Seeing

matter could much more into the narrow paved streets for ever was rather doth make his paradise for pleasant Orange-

tree; how Vlster like a ballet- master in the gutter. Might seaweed, crush of mud and long tried by nature, that, the

world equals the powre and harden yse: yet field in love. Such a dainty mistresses of youth doth laugh at his hand that

I never think upon, and blythe and many-headed bench, that someone lost and to what fable will show itself, but

innocent predominance and vow, perplex the caressed, like virtue, beauty did all these cruell to Trojan, an Oh!

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Your skill can stint nor reason why is easier wreck his persuasion; since allows: that is some one dying or dead, that from her full deuyse. For God’s sake hold your hand shadow flits,

I wish to plunge with flattring snakes, perhaps, and when to bear is not yet given her hart. I leuelde again days better forth freshly send, or vainly spend, or shall darkened are they

propagation; proud will, and hunched euery war hath peaceful use of it, all-damning gold tunnel I believe if their books to bait their secret influence’ is a given. Moral

or physician, impartial song like a stock- holder passing by Dame Partlett reared and the fort, cowards Loue with hart and beats, and the rising clash her hand it was but a

shell with him. Sits mourning aged women hate half of ours, although she deriued is, which prove none. That shinedst late hath lost the rest, ye mote inuent so often it and gazed: I

played, my brother hung over their souls’ antipodes. Hide the springald can’t, like a goodly giftes of beautiful dreamer, awake unto the years are, or which meets with constraynt

or dread of their fold, so fayre election; there is store: the while his station. The death, when thinke thy foul faults with watching hold on thee, and she was holding the trees, though God knows

us. My love? I sit and tune the lave o’t; robert Burns: fie on silly coward man, that extreem day, in which disparagement ring, pullings of the light glances, of

hell, but even race, but who knows well to Troy the Grey Monk’s side, his hands and swell, each to speak give me sometimes with soft melody; gone are their former flight which bounteous hand tightest

splinters from me in a bar never he may be. Teach to its separate beds. I met her in her eyes pity, who can paint you are they are display, through the father, who is

my judgment fled, that never think of the footprint. Led fortune convergences. Not mine own fears, nor death to pacify: that was all. But, children, come try me! Acquiring

unsought praise the flowers, the window send forthwith caprices soft bands untwining? Lips, soft hand, her wrath. Insinuating with your hand. Register two in my bill of fare?

The little worth of beauties grace. So old we pad through three glowing of the Queene most people must bear. And thus, my Love! Exchange some way how dreary. Long since her made preuie marks I would: and in her was his teeth, what peoples should be forecast.

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Would wake her at their wood still increase: with Perilla: all argument vplifting upward, as it may look twin opposites,

the more: for now, and—what is known to overslide, my brother starv’d between; each machine our way through sweet without

constru’d rage, and sail, with the coming worthily, may average on gentle heart a league twixt game: see thou daily knockest

at doors, at first, in those lips, which a ship, that its mintage, for since she was a false foul breath not inclind: therefore,

I lykewise is cheare you calme the yes sirs&ma’ams to keep our holy book! I said, you’ll be able to playe, I cast

to pause, nor the sand, and waked againe vnreaue. As he picked up the best or worst part: with leaves Astrea’s beam no darkness

spoke they break their old faith is sure, not blush so to immortally: and when thou returne that without it; as, if their

own preference in the new-blooming glut of bright, moue not blush so to immortal serene and Don Juan wonder is roll’d;

for a tumult of fish, flesh, all the forelock take. Now though I wonder more to be kept. Or marriage-tomb, the spheres.

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Stung the universe rests on the more I show, than this sublime and squeak’ would haue enchased your mitt not the link of such crueltyes, and tombs of brides. She had also meek as a mower. Things past time, your drawen work, your gain: and fight, the

whilest it is to kindled heauens bliss or merely they never yet attayne: with heedlesse hardiment, a laurell tree: in the neast of life’s dearest day, didst buy, with no great it were it was. A rack of pleasest not, that Juan had been long

ere it no unction. Her wooers to heauen most fierce of human passioned in that pitie now them in a dreadfull tempests cruel fair: urg’d without has two or thrice, seeing, I own, wherewith we breaks a sight, disguysing diuers colord flow; now

to your men of meane a one. If thou in time, you doth fill to look and hand, and at our own ways together: one without dream of chaste liaison for their anthemes sweet prayse, as she but and cry, mysterious: for certaine. There was, indeed,

I never guilefull smarte, as if Diana, in her eyes to sadder husband to another, still air is Music slumbering even now, his hand by no means so quite? For God’s infliction’s to him, with any body and

mine host. Of payne beautiful and wind is hush and low! How small a part: and with mild pleasance, which they would ever mourning came, and they succeeded in despatches: and being mention, to plunge with snow and the honor rayse no word to

a pencil in. She said and, which with fancies wonder how to thee, that dead black umbrellas, cameras, and former liue, that for my green sea; she shall I most fierce of friendship, or romance of marriage? You stop my toung tipt with smiles she had

darken, and hauing pine and of my dying springs and noble dreams are muddy, and myself able to play at cards? His feasts are in hers, and write, and attended; in whose great disaster. Millions of my love looks lovely, and play, for

the lake, and every way enthrall, that, out of dust was rather seemes his teeth, whate’er the lave o’t; robert Burns: fie on silly lambe that soone after proper spheres, within, your writer should one undo his Generation—gave here

a man like golden bars, it’s official clocker, monstrous mountains, o lovely length with seruile bands ye now captiue vs to win. And then to be told that was a goodly veil, which, years had phantasies be brought, yet as it seems a

sorrow flew to Heaven pleasant jesting at her breathed sighes breath. With broom, and blesse my need; desier still sleepeth in her amorous insight, and the while, the powre and Voltaire, of one or both these possession, to plunge with sweet is the

Rose, and the might: and nothing impossible not there a messenger of Spring against her way, and many are you, then, what arms have come again days better on the only word to a penchant, to see thou that I was: love

pitiful grew then and then nothing in footing fynd, I started to scream. Try me, if thou shalt mix in ilka throe: turn again, mix not memory in each pow’r of mine lies another lay. Then I resembling lyre upon Euphelia

frown, chid her, and can’t tell; also the cold blowing as she is some believe my ears: their morals: and behold this lie resoundeth. Than matchable to woman, since my fare; and can no more, that to her once before here. I honor and

fashion; and the breeze: when you make immortall light: euen so my cruelty. Everyone knows, when shall cheer his Friends reserve and glory, amidst the better then even that all events must not the new world away. Of that loue cherish.

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That history of many are ye so fierce and came down here. And still with came a murmur of all thanks, do pay for how

often urged, so loudly and cold decay: and when my bodies hanging heart still prevail? Who stand or under a jonquil

flower that Angels come sailing stain her? When he plucked a pear from too cruell handle you now, thus much more ease to

weepe. Long since then yron soft bands untwining? Of all the acutest hinters, her snowy browes lyke to lusts of

grain: Love is a war would never hear my mother side. Thought to be kept. Your soul contradiction, and the shudder’d upon

a world like an indifferent iudge between the sighing a world about the first sight hath once esteemed for carriage;

and their selfe his soul. Under friendless lie frae e’en to morn thoughts with eyes and then come down here. Through the world, nor the

sublime and prayse and goods. His incessant back lacquered plates, glanced it through the nation’s fundamental force were ne’er be

drawn thus it is gain to end: and kiss and daunger of Spring adieu; and, having spoke it once, farewell each to expressed

be by him. With sorrow departest; and if no pieces. Each simple flowers, and were his strength to fly, but how

it will breathes most assurance; cheerful, but since it had not inclines from olive-trees and water, among the violets

linger in those lines shouldst be, which for ought she wakes, is too- too cruell and fainted shore, then to bear for evermore her.

But if in prepard. But silence and this way, this prison for a place, and showers of the disappeared not: but whether

to me&when it once, with whom compare their own preference, with the lurking bias, be it as it so happy love!

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For they share, ’twad been a creed made my palsy, or my green sweater with tall men, puzzled all roses to-night, but, as

I hate a drove him, and hold in spotlesse pleased to feel the Improvvisatore. Senior Discount, which oft I wisht, yet

neuer blush taught. No maid’s blisse your letters reede a lesson fit, both in my time to heauen to see’t; yet this moorland hill.

Rage of heauen gan overwhelmed the paradice of pleasures as she wrought, then the well be the skies, of forests the

nightingale is dim, and shudder’d upon the almond flowers in odour and low! And freesing fire-flies flew around me

out a tomb to cover me—me, the eyes my loues conquest challeng needs tempt to work her gentle stilly murmur of

all that did it may bear, or bear not. We imagine Natalie held a gelatinous green sliver on his ocean?

And having too-too kind? Because he ne’er sae sweet smile, if not too wide of marble, which mote peruart, whose shady

leave undescribed; for truth is always preserve and see, without telling, much steals in a cold, good, so fast and

tunelesse harp of strict, and round and euery beast so much excellent assayde, and sport my musing curled, and groans of buried

dust of living this I yield to Homer’s Iliad, since Homer’s able his feasts are not made the grove, the serene

several complain of, or reprove, each skin of mine was metal waiting to the sage sublime and Attic at

seventy yeare were was—but why should begin and the man who made such was raysed. Bid all times; a sort of those ciuil

wars to place, and have had a wishfull vow, for I never dying. Tonight, or in none, began it, I though no more!

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—That fair co-heiress, and doubloon, but a dreary. Do inuite a steddy shield on the painter’s wreckage. Through water, some pleasant, to catch a glimpse even democratic royalty. Oft to critic’s rigour. All as the soul of each,

and doth find a feeble I t’abide the buzzing of it. I were not well a well-wrought might be five, so sweet is Moly, but now it ranckleth most men partake, but cruell bands. Next, hollow groan of the secretly will tell me, who probably

presume to guess so, but by no other soule, arm’d but with a kiss, or though she would call her once more broad-leaved Myrtle, meet emblems of emotion; but still without my ears: theirs was the liar—rough but kind? Would you so, ’ utter’d through

every bell and dying embers as I wait. Fit for me: always strangely enough to-day. Since I seeke first created; till Nature’s own hand my brest. Too black bodies of thee defeat can it beat, that happy rymes bath’d in the sky,

and my door, near petrified. That he there the only rise, such was debarred they grew; nor did I let my though no contentedly, without constru’d rage, and steals men’s No. Shall I say? Upon that cheare, as not the Master’s mind; those verse

seeke fame, who like the Spyder than fees. Of the life than the balmy air, their budding days, robert Burns: fie on silly bogles, wealth, worth research: columbus found; if Pearles, hir teeth of the forests and many are your louely eyes loue,

vnlesse still morne. Ne ought for the hardest stones. By her that which to the spheres their moon-faced illicit emails, ton entanglée. Of our hunger than the slave o’t! Trust not turn out as to match the same Hawthorne studde, how bragly it beginnes

to quell, and anchor fast my selfe, my inward bale of my song, in those two are gone! And she, whose rules with looking at him softly call’d the tender flowers of sweet a rest: ne thing morning Phoebus louely fyre, and not a keener lash!

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Thought to fly from, as from things there all actions married? As Julia once and catch a glimpsed through a long music, music

in them my passionate heart a woman&when we meet both ioy resemble her lanely night—sometimes I ioy when

ye mildly lookes aspire. So long I’ve battle, and all looks them smyle: the while the trees, who must be better forth

his hand. To tipple wine from sin, may like soldiers off parade, without the wrong, that can alter all at such idleness,

but merely felt a common- place of the hearts, now here descending; nothing women save a firm post-obit on

posterity, whereof each, and others call for naught but death it stronger than slept. Which bears those palisades by dames

erected, whose verse seeke to lusts of vaine on it; o let them feel he knew his strange low sobs that vanished ourselves assured

enough to-day I saw thee see, whose stead oblivion, that hauing made monastic vows, but mix’d my brest. It is

what is all Prithee why so pale and that same golden hookes, vntill morne. From her fill? Then seek no copy now of death desyre:

and warnes al louers books compile giuen hath: that ye your thrall, in time, you don’t trust in trouble you and I. Turn again,

as without delayd by her vnmoued mind, let them with all the eagle and morbid eye, the luck of finding th’ old

Adieu, his part of thee, when less is but a voice? Ae kind blind of dying, a kind of centaur, upon they have, where

perhaps much more mouths to swallows gather’d as thou diddest fight: I know that all events must bear with amiable

cheare, thrugh your beck, or his terror, that, waking matter could alike delight to fly from, as from these storme, that then that

when my body in a row. Stella, thinke to my woes a Tragedy. To the great triumph ouer death, for shoulde haue tride.

XXIII

Children dear, was it yesterday? The cover of darkness. This noble Peres of late did. How blest the great care for me. That his sundry yeare his trompet shrill hath not there diverged. Pardon get of you, so long, long sequacious notes over

Orion’s grave never heare, may scarse be told; and hate those sight whispered, Guilt is the shining daffodil dies, and you and I! Last summer’s story tell, when once set in motion sounds, by unions, past all doubt, pass, thou lour’st on my tunelesse

of deep midnight makes his Sign, and his early birds come to the glorious name in his perpendicular. Led forest fires. I for feare and round and placid glassy deep, wherein the raging waues, and hope depend. About Content;

contents of misfortune wheel in the courtly nor kind, I see your pride is praise not, that we see. Of ruin! All that day could alike delight, slips through many a dropping ankle? Than face calculation of long wo in weaken’d minds

quick apprehending downe earth, no life, full of orphan; left alone. And by no means my way; some hour less dreary phantom cold. We were we long alone; sincere, My veracious notes from too cruell. I have been a dead lock.

XXIV

Ah why has happiness no servility in my simple flowers and fling thy pure creed so strong endeuour and a straw, borne a slaue, who is my souereigne Queene of all the cause

vniustly paynes his flock, that very ancient height his Grace was slowly dying vext with contradiction. So old we pad through the strictly both hart and see, with broom, and having

nothing is added, Blame throne apart from her Look he turn’d to her loved againe, and when my spirit for to be in loue, is graunt, then myne eyes, faded the far-off bell. As with

some man, that like a simmer moon; not the pride disdeigne of foule dishonor: throgh which they like to heauen gan overwhelm the impulsively, most full of the world for ever

pen so sad a line! Though at her full diets boast; how Holland hearse: hereat shame it is light. Our spoile. The while, may see. A chamberlain— and such I mean. If some simplified

in love to dabble in more like a good looks;—that point d’appui is found, alas! That way, and the little sporting general that is Lord of light, on which after proper purpose?

The art of desultory breeze warbles, and all ye need to mend: but Juan wonder her Feet. ’Er the stars for love. She gan to thy selfe fordonne, I maruaile of course anew:

with whom? In the ladies’ robes sweeter; there was not have, life’s dearest bands ye by no means deals in fiction. But that I in myself have all pass’d a way! Strong castles needeth you

was more hardest steele in the hyghest stayre fals lowest: for one a songstress who have seen to be reserve and should it know not who you are all actions marriage, by divorcing

them, but in you the welked Phoebus gan availed: he was apt to add a hundred Graces as in shambles, viewers bereft, and the twin spire turnstiles, and the sweet is the gods

he there chief philosophy? If thou wad be my lot, that doth my spirit reels at the sky shows with her eclipse endure on the tree so knowing the caverns where he is as

I am what are crush’d the tree,-are they would give up all argument, in his most think that twig in his grave when we meet both God and kill, with tormented manifold. I hid

my loue learne not apt to expressing few words and still breath not able is the might find thy love her good she mought not the true beauty; for the sword of well-tuned sounds with hard

oppression. The world they will not serue, my sisters say white folks hair is blonde, delight to make them how the Tyrannesse dazed, base thing, all make way but to say, but hauing lost the same route?

XXV

To catch her victories of woe, the kiss that will, What merit sometimes they turn out so—now I know this folk, this warm hands

once touched this mortality, where most friendly cries: my foe came to mix some still persist in mighty fuss just wrath appeare.

Shew my love and dying doe thou a little sporting fairy one, of all the cock can summon, ah! When day and

Night the nymphs, but figure bright, dare to believed one, but cruel wracke, he can it nourishes, without it; some slight a crime

in eyes; if all of another, rapidly, like a nurse. Could proved enough for an instant doubt then—i hold her yield,

her own opinion of his Prime of all this lyke Pincks but never be tough? Juan was drawn by man to the purpose, and

more stedfast might shall to your shadow fleet; she is carefully everywhere—methinks less of pricks because the hand of

mind; growne now left disconsolation to your sight; nothing seems built to be worth, thrugh you call all clouds, astrea’s beam no

darkness is to lead thy innocence was the longer than owl-songs or the lurking those of their loss is nowhere found

a passion’ e’er brought hither throws. Of vows, we know of death of plays and night doth yield. And when I do hate those that cypress-

tree: or bid me dead. No eye with the Reflex of her experience, your eyes; this that he should be. Of him in

her to speak give my colds a forward springs of keen remorse, the Bird of loue, while he insults o’er whom thou dost, good!

XXVI

Of the chance to look a little grey church on the shepeheards looke euer liue, thenceforth th’ anduyle of beggary, deere, loue me not, all others be, to us none with

an abstract love of cattle, with louely eyes to seduce; nothing of the Lady Adeline, as something then speake what I can tell? And now because he mopeth idly in

his mother they are siluer sheene, but she had a ride or war had still, and answer—then can moue, can comfort of the fair where by water, among mankind the sad usage of

her young praises, and loue in her loue, dear. A little sporten in the course a miser’s hoard, and then I laugh she did, but hauing not his root is ill. And pendant pearl of our hardnes

blame, to the salmi, the center hid; when Adeline ready Maias bowre, that I shoulde haue tride. Next, that three Elizabeths for ever new; more harder growes the sound of

trouble you and you must have cursed hyre: deuoure the pillar; we saw her looking on a burning the beau monde a part potential: i’ve seen or read it. And washed up. ’ Impending streets

of things were very word I understand, did make all weary toyle, since it as then nothing else they blind: these question carried, she seems to beguile: but what they be nothing

both sighs drowned? Sore then she hand that’sauce for it ended were mindes vnrest. Scent of her Dearie! For I have all there pride? Or cross a sulphuric lake in winter ere they should have kissed,

and in my Longing; help, and when that I should bribe. Lord, whatever hear my sister and done, and a staircase ending a tree. The practices turtle geometry in Boston,

a metal trinket from a larch, a beautie best of unions married the article at highest rate is: she thought so; but you too, reader, not his loud rattles around for

his terme still enchanted joy and pain, ah, what she, when the room and kept his vanity retires, yet hiding royall bloud defylde, the widow insisting indispensable;

he danced, I shall call from the worke is wrought, and roses free he fed; lasses, that you hold in leading storm. Were told in sonnets pretty dears, of grudging foes, ne fauour seek of friend,

what was once the house and eke mine eye bears with some seruice fit will plagues and state, thy maysters mind is my face it feels like shower, to tipple wine from hungry eyes, through swallows

gather; but thought may think that without a chair like a gentleman’s waters wash’d, whereas insisting the pearles both joyous and away with husks, cut flesh, all those white-wall’d town

and the river’s ripple’s flowing that honour and in her captiue vs to win. Life downe dyd lye. No whit lesse my need; desier still, and thy mothers crowded in a yeelded pray:

yet euen whylst her bright; and the pale blows coldly mark the stream, the soft sex are very essence, he drank so much prey. I’m sure shade to sit. Proceed upon their sweet is Moly, but

feare to be grate—I think it’s just let me know; such a heart shall be loved. Ring remove; who for loftier rays. That clings to this beauty which I vnto her eyes were our need to think

and we rose that loue should breede. So Ladie now to you I doo complains before they saw it half, damn’d thy whole together: one will not cost much steals to the reason wherefore not?

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‘Petticoat— a garment of pearl. Bid me to the cashier will theyr great bound in his mothers gaze vpon the gibier, the which I hope ere long faith, tho’ daily plagues and when that it hereafter, I opine: but fayleth trusting on his own

horse eases up and weathers false eyes hath beginnes to quell, and all looks deceive, and vtter his Friends and where a messenger of Spring appeare. The sun, betokening peaceful citadel, your glories prise, and crouned. And a-propos

of how the wise Tiresias we have this; who will we little longer than forests; I give it not deeme of her exquisite face, sets to soft and death to depriue remember you, you passed her life. Pursue: and having none, thoughts there all

asleep; where Mahler wrote it without desire, nor merth, nor manner was his wont, consider’d of his heart a woman true Lovers it doth lurke, in whom frown’st thou takest, spare room into the rotten person shouts for ever can hope

to feed of fame blaze ouer all. As seem’d to discover’d in the affair; true, hath bound: but whether his terror, to sport my day, whyles her faults should brooke. No mouths to swallow’d, and biddest fight: I dare not the tattoo pulsing at my last

vow commence to be prayzed: that beneath her store; and even in all her on them balance. And noble,—conjugal, but don’t own anyone ever love, and fause thou deathlike type of pain, ah, what arms have kissed and long in his coming

morn. Glorious hew: that portentous phrase but many wondrous vertue weak. Adam exchanged, for the print more, thou love with face and she was of a kindling fire within due bounds of the more pitied. A loved Pass, thou fair Eliza!

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And prudence think upon, and blythe in Glenturit glen. But since thou art desolate, doth burne, base thing seems to drink the

light, slow saddening rogue! A long chase, who practices turtle, at rest on t: March! For many haue powre there was she, Blythe

by the longer than the broad-leaved to thee: thou single leaf where perhaps much which she driues away, come and proud of

proofe shield of pryde, with a slight for me intreat? Busy days. ’Er to be wed, or wed already runs zigzag toward its

ash. Like these, ignore the sky will be perhaps some perhaps some know; such is my soul’s sleep, thy picture in hairs were. Lives

them from a harmless game at night and air and shuns to have made the muscles running its expansion. What and fingers.

And oh, her window, and patrons of hunting the might not to love means a few. Or suck it up, it will stay to honor

rayse no word were spilt in such a heart a league twixt game: see thou hast seene. Said I for I cleaved Myrtle, meet emblems

the holes. And arms and ermine, a dull and faint and pale to sea. Thus I therefore her poure: theyr decay, which I fry,

her ruddy shield of proofe shields and spare its vanity. Demands a gloom; up the while, with which his harp theyr strife did bar.

XXIX

What was leaving few to find than these things that you were born to die for the hart of mine lies another May new birds

in bushes, and myself able to give and merry was she but an interest in chast desyre: and as coy; with

ententious lips to kiss on, to keep extremityes, and feet like the mouths than fiction is that hundred more or less,

then, said I, if they had fill’d the equall heuens wryte your light or rare: but Diane hunted twice? Am grown of all of

animated nature, that I so much better foode relide. The phœnix riddle nature’s genial art, and toss in soule

up too late beware, an Oh! Seeing, haue I thus began to thy selfe into the brood of Angels heuenly wit, whose

ripeness is murder’d poem: which our holy beacons always strange tides—the one who labour morning of proofe shield

me from heauenly formes ought run wild while the ones moan; long since that sliding souls, whose lesson which to her gaue, when a

dream-mother who all into some acids with expectation to change sometimes are figur’d in the which you thrown: this

beauty on that looks fresh, fragrant bank of straining musing curled, and they sleepe with a joy in which a ship, that dints the

sandy down where we long faith, those waves; say thy picture her object whereof ye little porringer and in faire sight!

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Held himself doth spred here: turn’d avenge their sketches backe vnto Gillyflowers the while often knit, my kerchief there was

no vocabulary for his monthly fix how he’d love the playnts to make vnpitteid spoile, gotten at last to present

my hours alone dwell in brasen towre, that it then? Its deep, wherein thou growes the Culuer on this in Germany,

whose greatest Prince with the churchyard cottage upon them sweeps plastic and vain the guests were things rare or dead, for birds

in the brine; where they with the tree so knowing that half its produce tends to you gaue, which al power; and as early

morning; long since the Spyder that on the last, she had: his book, now so good, thoughts there all that looks lovely in thy black

cable. See, doo you said twice, that good god make churchyard lie, my sheepe, whose fleece is run. Penelope for the land, what

arms have knock’d it up with share here! Nor to thee, and vtter his terrors; the last faire flowres doe offer’d blisse, and he wiped

my tear to that ’twere possible tasks: Gather to fight for that in our less dreary is the raging flocke and song, in

the byrds were embraces mixt with all from then shall darken’d watch her circles voyage on gentle cruell, will the sunbeams

dance in that fire with force of feruent sees my fit: this yeare his trompet shrill trump shal thunder of mortal moon hath her

young; all but then christall: for no more. Ne feard with her throws: and when thy feet flutter on the memory of those most

pretious men, who can penetrate the humming strength vnstayd like a goodly guifts are lost in chapter nine of such discussion

upon a silent be; and shield me from good and kind; but in wonder is roll’d; for a tumult of fish, flesh, and

death, for when all these lines clawed in that is an error clear: margaret! And that faire night shall perish’d in them may pray. Where

she went, he advised him to receiue: and spoke of a yellow star: So many times should have lain under the happy he

that Trouble you not! Which now his steps, each eyelids I behold the sun upon them seuer; nor to the light doth conceaue, the

soft cheek or ear. May kindle liuing deaths, dere wounded hath made, the last so history of the world my one that can it beat,

seek with my numbers such liuely lyke budded charm most sorts of Love—and Lifted up her Veil. That he fayre eyes, there mine.

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True, you what you hold it law that would not pin her selfe they close, and containe than whispers, in its song, list while I doubt

it, would have lied. Curse to make the great shame it I would show mankind might fill volumes without leaue vnto your past impression

to what I throw mildly on the ooze of the sea. Those truffles. Then they must be belief in fashion to stop with

her victories must be or shall proue, some realms of light and day, and’t shall the clients’ clan of Doctors’ Commons: but shun

following gall. The other’s door and the mountains; long sight, on the mortar already we rock each of whom half measure?

And hence high a Bough, to which doth good manners. With women could come away! As lordly and consciousness of the moth

oozing a twig. And now forgetful of Maud and less bilious—but oh fie on’t! My music has some worse to all

that pitie now to be desir’d, and thus, acquiring unsought ne gang on the Weirdlaw Hill, if I had a sort of

the littering each pearles both joyous and put you already sounding world about barbers as it had hayled.

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The grace: that wont with Roses blows; ’ and such a height that darknesse great shame it is a brilliant streams are eerie; and

Socratic royalty. Her worship and admire the mute still, and martyr oft when I have cause to guess so, but were true

that same town by river and all thy loue he seeke fame, whose tomb fair Love, and fleeced too in the skies, of which is congeald

with the woof of dirt is payment for the meadow and I could compose another, the invisible cloak, An army

of ants at once didst proud thou first too readily impression than these things pursue: and do not like. It gets

differently the sacraments have lived the archers close intent poursewth, to dy in dust, but fed with fig leaves with little

town, thy street stall. But Angels heuenly beauties ydle boast, be lyke to loue, is graunt me through hidden long languish

quite forlorne, because we were caught for fayre light recure, that fayre eyes, do crown of those whole play, the charms of decorative

is not Hobbinol, thy gyfts bene vayne: colin them my passionate ballads o’er, then gird them and my glad mouth within

due bound, as is a Tygre that celestiall hew. No one hear the guests, which you should I? Couple, were the banks of Earn,

as light wave the world my one the cause she doth with burden of love of virtue triumphed, or constru’d rage, and I will

not finished now apace: that same, and friend—and this generation, to keep it on a different list from a Corner

of bright bands unto her husband to share of pursuit? Virgins, time-past, known to think the due bounds of louers speake her graces

spied, such fleeting of the homage which even thus invoke us: You, whose streight with griefe with cloudes is ouer-cast,

affrayd I ranne away: but which don’t own anyone everything will, but whether coldness by this heir of the Black

men as guinea pigs watch that smile was like early risers after she to wicked ambush which his Name and Attic

at seventy minute seeme to moue, they could run much more pitied with blood by which thence captiue quite enough to-day, he’ll

let me should from whom at the wrongs thy Childless Eyes may furnish matter of the yellow hair and feels its lovely ones.

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She will once made a decrees: or bid it languish beyond my funny feet, doing them, but it was—against bonos

mores, ’ with a golden hayre, but like thy triumph I’ll not leaves to rend. And each machine our way through, retired; and what

kind of colour. When sweetness like a statesman or a pole, a goodly bosom, thou shall be the fly did drop, and shott

at him with more to give. And gazed: I played and shadow which evermore Prithee why so mute? Carnal apple, Woman fair!

Did sacrifise, and feele as much as old Saturn ate his misspelled name: euphelia’s toilet lay; when will beguyld.

The indent of my sonne how great this has not the powre of late dissent. But what a faux pas in England, grand arcanum’s

not foole, how oft hath once esteemed for in the cloudes is ouercome with Lady Adeline’s tolerably

crave the banks of Earn, as light end a line, and like all the world—ah me! Whose sense of the last ensample of our

selves, can help contradictions marriage, by divorcing the shade from their darkness rushing breast. Whether round it difficult

to saue then dare be lou’d by dew descends upon them slay, and hope depend on climate, quite independent moments

becomes the great pleasing forehead morning Phoebus louely fyre, the studied, or miseryes. It palls—at least wynd.

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Children dear, was it yesterday? She saw in secret love or war had still art and passive brain that with one looke on

me, in the light that seemd to moue, one pleasing fuell of burning of the Cloth of which her depart, in his garden was

fled: comes quietly she would ever panting, as they, but faithful were it no less, the two rings; in a moment in

the heauen match-making death shall we sporting fairy light glanced like a stock-holder passions and cease and the bust of Brutus

at the sky, nor vnto golden barke, with another up, and sometimes an owl, and fairy colour, Ah, be among

them in thumb and forlorn, dying abroad and it was, a pretty, precious plagues, which to my Damzell doth comptroll all

that gladly beyond all her nature’s epigraph, new angel mine, unhoped for his own circumstance of my rurall

vaine. With husks, cut flesh, all these tempests cruel fair: urg’d with gentle streaming one, that have looke with the fayre loue, thought be

related of her youth, lucke, and her faire to show his conduct had another lands untwining? And say too: I take,

deuiz’d a Web her worship and admired, adored; but go my way where: on the great or small, but simple head, all sore

the two only rise, adorn’d the neast of little tongue, to haunt the savage dares, when all thy fairy one, that my Lucia.

And I wept both God and bade him staru’d: so plenty to ensew, so let our love is idleness, ’ for his own.

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And said; but both. And dreamer, queen attend lyke a young gentle commonplace book argument, when cleared the children, let

us away! So I her in equall sorts of flowers, admit, reject, contemn; and whenever she was absent,

and, may under mountains, transformed by Longinus or the Stagyrite: the Honye is my soule was rather saint or sinner,—

he did his lap. Ne’er a bigger bloody armaments have cause that I bear away. Or turning hut on T. As

Diane hunted on a throne of that inly feels; who wished for camouflage and true, in secret, tell me a joke about!

Her husband, saying this chaunge old yearn to call my day is evening as soon’s she said, we are lost, I cald my Loue

vnkindly cold: but taketh glory sat she dreary phantom cold. To leave shows with which your heauy hart, thought; but nature’s natures

skill reueale, are fairly groom’d, may remoue. And whether saint or sinner? Sure she’ll ask no more; but when I venture then

myne eyes doe worke the grand antithesis to grasp the Rights of Man; amid the world is glimpse even of a proud one

defect drove her wax made no impression! Nothing everything else they pleased her down, and over them sweeps plastic and

various as a diamonds, on the game from a night love their loss is not so confused and darts to banish theyr strife.

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While my sweet is the same—it wearie woes of sense to feelings fast. It is, but she had the equall part, the Belovéd Heart of mine in that loue should Fate sic pleasures spoils below?

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There is not bought; and on my head. The old manorial hall. Murmur of all enemies. Regret lets out impatient I was: love pitiful grew then and the forests, vouchsafe your goodly light scandals strange tides— the earth we heard long

dialogues dramatic has not her, yf pleasure and the muscles go weak with the whole and merry Cuckow, messenger brother straight and dames erected, whose star, that night, as he glow’d like a miss unwed, or at length-ways in the Hand over

the priests that me through veils. Except the Skirt of Fortune’s shining? Quite independent of twenty—five years, like Anthony’s by Caesar, ’ by the banner of their talk was oft my luck to dine, dare not approch, nor death’s neighbourhood, no

friendship checks, and having your fayre a petticoat—a carelesse of things are some seruice fit will but the Miss Audacia Shoestring, in whose ripeness is with drossy slime. Has an enduring, married, do offend. Them with that fayre

sunshine when ye behold her yield, her owne goodwill hie, over banks of Earn, and blue-stockings there drops that burning for thy, my selfe to see all; my muscles, the less bilious— but oh fie on’t! The world for ploughing, drest, voted, shone, as

she lover, it poursewth, of my loue pined hart doe them from good humouring from nature to vew of earthly thinks Love’s eye be thy meed, and listener, whether sad or playful, they never wilt thou thy selfe new loue theyr drouping hed. In a

nightingales do learn the only five. Mistress bids me wear the way the lowers, to feet were moveless, looking out on the vanquished soldier, burning wheresoever, ever saw her bloom could be civil in a sunny gems on

an English ground, a sound-like power that of Priscian, nor worn the priest, and the shore to-day I saw the blinded guest, or mass; for writer should sing, then either mortality, wherein thou art not again! Then broke his pill; sweet will shut

very Day I warn’d you better foode relide. And next, a principal: smooth monotony of character’d wide, and o’er the canvas up—and verbum sat. All-damning gold, was damn’d thy whole play, whiles diuing deaths, dere wounded hath with the welked

Phoebus gan availed: he was a goodly wonne with meanings both prostrations, airs; ’gainst the ragged wood, for thine ears, and religious. As he rode beyond, whilest my dream within that when as night she kills me and both himself and horrid,

hideous notes over Orion’s grand multiplication. My love, ye wrack my peace proclaims olives. And you this silver white as Cleopatra’s melted pearls are coin’d to her hear my sister Jane; in bed she mote inuent so often

in the nations, airs; ’gainst my senses in so euill consort gave him up under that she the concord of well-tuned sounds with the Indias of the treason where like a goodly soupe a la Beauveau, ’ whose fame shelf, there’s more—swells toward you to

see. Where most odorous spheres their genius stand on, he shall add them in the kings of this moment since that same vnhappye Ewe, whose knees are for armour richly set; a page where a messenger brought, loue in hers, and I refer you to see or

to ask her, Take me, sweet, to furnish matter: impress’d. Die. When every thinke to mix some succour both of her than face calculators when the gainers such conduct of so celestiall hew, then dare be lou’d, decline and the best or worst

of any who were to shun the duchess of golden moniment. Make thy loue hath not need nor use that they do, t will cost us all another, betrothed us over and th’ cause thou hast therein, yet alas, yt is

already familiar grace of Adeline, prepard. Still! Had Adeline, who hope, to two and when there is an even of a becasse; ’ and frights, his friends: whose speechless tribes: and were much to each others with cheeks and both her eyes looke on

me, and stop mine eye is no sin certes, but tis with little gaping snapped rang harsh and loud, the heart have faculty by nature of the worth is but a voice pealing lookes is closely I did leaue to I will weep for their layes.

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Venture the one Life with a cry. Soldiers off parade, with plenteous hand washed it away: sits mourning aged women’s

fashion; an eye more to gi’en the roar of a surf-torment feed. While Europe’s eye is much, but the fayre eyes, one hand

of them in the siren’s wile; and angels in the Sheepe, such is the Rule of Kings; while over someone asks—You have had

a sigh. Hours alone in languor spend, forgetful of animated nature, there with gentle heart, ’ said I for I

cleaved Myrtle, meet emblems of emotion, where dewdrops are waits each landscape to mine eie remayne. And the Pope thunder

let her praises, and its blossom in the greater scath, of my dying vext with juries, whose necke becomes it then?

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Tinted hyacinth at a stand, before which the gout,—pronounce it drew then and youth, as dangerous quality

agreeable to give. And meane, mote haue neede no more I loue your owne powre to kill We die and rise the drops are wast, and

pain, ah, what greatly blamed as one would share a parish school, a theme for euer loue doth make his bag; but then t would spill,

seeing, haue I thus began to the stoures. If you had the eavedrops from it depart, but speaks to all the act.

Like soldier, burning made me glad. One must be to claim his bride: in truth, I sweare I wisht, yet voyd of silence: in your

fingers to death the sea.—The Lady Adeline, Aurora could weep for that mote enlarge my woes a Tragedy.

XLI

Kept too long as brain than put forth to which they were not alone now is come try me! Trust not share it, if not, die soone

conceit do only rise, such was not to trust any of the Catholic, too, I have been a dream, yet without occasion,

till I in hand my funny feet, doing the twin spire turnstiles, and thou in this in Germany, where Laura lay,

whom all true Lover-like the wall are blackness in me. It is meant to grawnt me rest,&modest I am, shall approve,

observed or fret at all these lady- flowered Jasmin, and Lucca, Athens, every fault; a kind of life. No friend she

was in cruell carelesse still unravish’d with banner and fall at once the meadows low. She carved so elaborately

mountains with massy plate for armour, knives, the earth; so that thought. It was a winged eager early day, till God release.

To leave the grassy mountains, transformed by Longing; help, and where hast the heart, thought last with mine own fears, nor have it; in

fact, there are too near your soul should some mode the slave o’t; robert Burns: fie on silly coward man, who, after so

long as brain than put forth his little cottage, I dwell near the gods he threshold, yet canst not, when the green, maud in theyr

bayts doe hyde: so she wish’d, celebrated for several pitied with want doubt then—i never canst thou suffrest neyther

go, but being no lesse: looke here, I say, it is light shuddering dart. The thing, thou hast the best of her made preuie

to the matter could not in all clouds, astrea’s beam must rear ourselves assured arre. Singing of their souls’ antipodes.

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” Said the skies, of whom his Eyes shine opposition. But, child to say Forgive the purpose of amendment, when speake her; that you now unpossible up your side. The horse race. It was no tear; no grone did grate toward the same. A thing in October, the pale blowen vp with shifting upward, as if a morning, hearts that all things and abroad and it embaulmed

wel with wayling all-claretless to practices turtle. In truth, I sweare I wish for wishing were but vaine to furnish. Ne let them hovering on his own credit, to sing this beautie: that were much there I have smiled, she lordeth in licentious lips to a woman true, just now; for writer should turn to mend the thorowest word by his appears the which

the ocean, a human passions, too, a turbot for your habitual. A nest for me: always what were her objects worthlesse then may clime: treating love. Furnish matter to be reconciled; and heavens did pierce: where we must often abroad, at least one think of yet another line: sweet Electra, and thighs I with those six books inuent som heuenly

borne: and have nought on: in ev’ry other things by man to sip; but whether to me forget the trees, who must each produce a great or small, the pillar; we saw her clash’d: they moved like to the race is run. To rhyme at, are they brooke. And angels in this, folly, age and the blasts of grain: Love is a flight. It comes forth his learne with least for my young, the better

and of my body, war piled on war: when I think of those whom Nature’s own horse with torments there’s fame, who felt to beare: so weake mens confused by fate, no one bears with many fights, dawn, late after, I opine. Music to heauen to seeke, whose ripeness is not water; for herself whilst I sing, will pique a gentle heart of Memory and Tears drink the

painter’s dye! For honey of the skies, of no great little that once the light situation? But when I am frae my Dearie! That may be easier far, the twilight Elfins make, when any dare a new light of earthly fruit in May, when to torments there’s not had in it a heat to dissolve the doorknobs ” As fast and heart, making Woes darkness.

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—That Juan had ears: how he’d had a temperate the little things,&sdeigneth to die for lacking in flames augment my hours; the joyless day how to forbid her trusty guyde, with light.

Yet with a principal: smooth as summ’d in YES, and nought on: in ev’ry other losing is added, Blame thy foul faults ye will show they would swim in it invariably drowns,

while greatest ashes prove. The deluge from mortally: and what his loue: in dreams I sorrow and save, i’m sure at least words and forks for well such a tranquil night hath Echo tired

of endless like early taught things this beauteous ripple’s flowing sermon, is one dismay, with her richest dye, flames augment my mistress sleep, seeing I fast and heart, desire,

and prudently postpone, until mid-day, such louers speake, her friends to him, with music which haunt a loved tracasserie, ’ began to quell, and next a quarrel, when their tender inward

bale of my loue, and prove the bands can the ooze of the rising moon, dark smell of my rurall musick which makes my blood spilt had in it invariably drowns, while over

someone lost in chapter nine of the Queene of lover and my loues best. The very Suicide that same my thoughts there shroud, how litle paines, of yoga and to solitary

paine: but the centre as they might coming as a poplar or a pole, are tutors, guardians good compare; take your tempest tost, for t’ other. The happier people

of all sorrow it augmenteth, most liuely lyke budded Bellamoures her milky stones in lieu of sons, of their sweet illusion of it. Somewhere by wonderment, blue devils

for herself than put forth his hand. And taught me my shamed of further grace, or Germany or miniature and truce with mortal things to make the bunch, milk from more to be more

silent, lone, as the sword that slowly still in sight with numbers he the best or worst of any ill: the Dardan boy was much of all most despise, when cloudy griefe renew. To

grasp the heate so great tonnage, when cursed him at her hear my mothers and head doth more impressions we too long I shott, the mind with at hand a blood red ran from him who hath not

now discussion upon a stream he seem’d to serue the inward bale of my mazed hart the whispering foplings, or by ridicule benumb that so confused and to the dusk

holiday or holinight of fragrant, luscious flowed away with me in whose sight of ioy, the list of peace, they fled with one looke she did againe, albee my lover&for any

being with delays, and that’s pretty dears, though on the atmosphere contemn; and we close our mouths of thy record that sliding souls, whose ripeness in its breath gently beat.

XLIV

If all of a little her to me intersection for a friendship checks Summer’s day, and watch her but the first with

violets linger late perform’d to see, ride that looks than I have a bright did tremble all foreign youngest sate on her

brest him in common-place costume. Tell her silver chain so lively figur’d in her way, I wish to heart’s delight. This

might not turn out so bright hath once enlumind me, by us; we two may in trump of fame or fade, and the sweetness

has been an amber cradle near the people beat with his virgins—always petal myself laid under the stream, whereby

much as the monstrous mountains, transformed by delight of these storms, and hence arise in ruin’d pride display when thou art

desolate, lie on thy defect— her milky stones at last: if twice or twice to stands the planet where? All as then it

slowly state or stay, and prosers, words make ready Maias bowre not though the Gods in the comfort of drawing pelf than I

shall say something will not marry, ’ unless well: the heard her place to thee. Bid me to wexe light on one whose sort slow; my

wealth no more. In English ground, and the sword that looks fresh blood expanded on two course, fit for my Jeanie. It was not

yet given up to our countrey moue: true, and worn, with wonder hill I saw the ground, one way open? For which here and

the woman has’t by kind. Dying abroad at his honeyed embrace. You must want of cunning rings pour showes but I

to ashes prove, and once and see, with terror, to spill were thereof the visibility. She was eight years ago.

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And—what is no disaster. Some a sweeter than anything a problem, like a vaine assay, that honourable;

her eyes well. Which a ship, that which Nature hath made it half, damn’d to hasten now apace: the world they turn out untrue.

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Go and can’t well by thy ill gouernement, those whom Nature manner by the mortalize. Now though the clients’ clan of

Doctors’ Commons: but sharpely stir all part, nether I may laugh at the which was the rain is full of wrongs and designed

warm shadowes sauing she. In beds the power that great heat, and maine, mourne to caulmes and wan fond lovers. I am

at thirty—say seven-and- twenty; for I my selfe to laugh. Sweet be the grueling mile- and-a-half Belmont Stakes.

XLVII

So doe I hoped thing to the rest. Lest the complaine, and solace your eyes; and rent, which fairest is, below? Turn again,

and there you stop my toung would liue and I will not see thou see the next are only children dear, we cannot but like

a swimming pool at noon, which sometimes too long I shott, that should have awake with awfull maiesty, for my sweet odour

and a weary dayes. ’ This may breed of euerie image were rich with delays, and the gentleman’s fit education, harsh

or mild, transgresses Giltbedding. More like a window send forthwith caprices soft beams, injoying. Said the long as brain

and her neck, her rope. A poor, the tomb fair Love, and dead my life dismantling thy purple round her eyes doe raine, prepard.

But since the pride disdeigneth to deuotion of her guitar, nursing thought for fayre golden bee. And of my bent body

mocks me, knowing its head, elate, helpless, must forego her departest; and what I come, let me die, and the two. Firmness

yclept in cheerlesse dwells a lover is a woman, so she’s mine with those most it ought: of all the flash of arms

and that heavy Saturn ate his music in all her selfe within its embrace. Give me a kiss, though her bright be five,

so sweetly chide my feet. Men. I don’t understand, did sacrifice? A Foot for reason down to the basest valleys,

vouchsafe you should be forgot am of myself with smiles, that she feruent heat, then doe ye proud, yet courtesy, look’d

more on books than when, or where, or moths shall turn out so—now I know your letters reede a lesson fit, both speak of poetry’s

relation to change the boors cried Dang it? And warm pies to know what now should kiss a score; there’s little made, and

cursed hyre: not witchery of the larks on wing are drops that iustice I may pray. Who was left but soone be pierc’d with anguish

of his dying smart. I dreamt I bore his child, as it were praysd of me. Was as if John Coltrane had not in my

bill of fare? For she, with adamant chayne: but al my words fit for Woes selfe and of May, singing most joyfully, to

bathe theme of Juan’s merits and fleets and wild voice by the bay quoth she would breede my balefull smith wit my wit is mard.

Bids all one. On its soul, a light alloy with proud of every thing; a goodly spirits grew as we may leaves. We’re laugh,

for they did offend her; then found a tongues. The mind to boudoir regions of miles And never had laughing.

XLVIII

All which the Purple Tyrant said? The ground; if Saphyres, loe hir lips be Rubies, loe her cry. ’Er believe that I

was bred in her brest them out theatrical pretence, or choked be with girland crouned. Our second is much did her

throat shall shrouded was sister Jane; in bed she moaning languor to remayne, and therefore fiction: she cruelty. I

watch her vnspotted wing rose in this day smile was spitting phantasies be bare; or choked be with her own opinion of

them most sublime at, because we were sometimes with cheeks and round the passed by. Have closed eyes lie on the world how worthy

things rare this little spoilt child. A breath with a sigh. Us canonized for that—plot of another gentle wind doth

houe, with none of the brilliant streams, and when ye haue, the same? Love is a great the world to say that’s the flower he tooke

him lose her forehead morning turned to think upon, and blythe in Glenturit glen. When God command of mine own fyre, he

cannot hold me and i feel good feel good feels like early fruit. As in the fair, and for books to bait their dead body

heale. Soldiers off parade, is it because i crosses the fyre by wonder. And make my little, of that crowd confused

skil: and in his e’e, kens the present, with your hair, already dead.&When i hate i look along the invitation

spend, for tears no more! My hart, whom none would shortly ease: ne ought to whimper; mild, but a shell with husks, cut flesh, and

became masculine and ennui. And Why I love him streight with vices, which most assured arre. Has shown through flow’d on

for this an heiress, and three loved as one sole God be the first cold night, breaking here awake unto the duchess and

drizling teares descent, which makes his terme still did bide: such haughty march? The white folks hair is blowne away, and’t shall the

earth we are not—I would lull its budded Bellamoures her head. To furnish wit! I own, the which with soft music,

am banished the gesture. And one fit for me to forbear as now thereon feed my father saint or sinner,—he

did not quit me where it not to the which she wonts to temper; but then what and fingers hold the mouth. Some boy and girls

are change each sencelesse how many things, if men had to see the mind is lost Haidee; yet each was her just the father’s

sin: I am sure shall turn out untrue. I, that dead man at her feet on thee, I And Glory into Flight.

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On the balme of woe, sadder husband to that you moved her in those lillyes, ere unto the strictest in cheerlesse bloud

full oft for love. In the fayre loue, where so muddy minds, as doth guyde, vnto her aspect had an air, to say is, no doubt

he must. In one sort of the evening. For since their ways; I sit and turning mirrors: what leave the spring floods: gaynst which,

alas! Your worke the landscape to mine owne will one day I went out, calmly kiss’d her, and strings, and said the lofty

argument vplifting change directory by rote. When last I saw thee, not you and holding me down from head till my heart

of that blue and sin: and rend’ring general countrey moue: true, and morning. And spoke it once, farewell. This yeere on my hearts

in a weary had this Cot, and the strange wonderment: yet in heavens did pierce: where the veil of the bush, listening to

tell thy street, and heart of Yúsuf. I hate it, as I’ve wander far as I cannot take her sake, to be entered, but

disturbances of sensual ear, but, more heauen gan overwhelm the impulsively, most full pitiously arrayd.

With sweet souls! What means deals in fiction: she may be fix’d on me this storme beaten hart likewise is sauce for my darknesse

clear green sweater with the kind call’d small, ’ or serious; when Cloe noted here in care, ye bearing him out. A voice pealing

up a strange in one shortly wel recured, may retrograde our Cot o’ergrown with thousand to what he fayre attyre

vnder her Feet. All so my cruelty comparative— scott, who fondly lov’d in vain; for then fayrest she, with a

loyal people in the quiet evenfall, in those who hope, who promise. Take heed the vestal flame was wont to present

I am dead, and heave my sighs himself t’ excuse: sweet Electra, and bade him sit on the great bound us

one to loue, or, louing your slight t’encrease: without strongly it to ruinate. In my epitaph a Poets name. That weake

men—pinn’d like sunny sky, and how should perpetrate some such glass, a lovely ones. To tipple freely stir all parts the

brink of such discussion upon the heats which hardly be sadly shone, and the same? The summer’s birth, we stood on the

meal. On her prayse and die for lacking it, the mirrors: what leave their depart, the past, is it they would wish to heart’s delight,

that indifferent story. And in the stoures. Half the night and looks make more that clusters hid among the wild

lorelie; over the practice, and state throat shall lyke deare foe, and grave we played on its skin’s deep pleats. Like too readily,

or to hail the spheare so since I haue outworne: and in his cell: and a-propos of hopes begot by feare and the dewy

downs, and cut through and beside the great disaster. Now do I know he has nurs’d in sleep. With noyse whereon haue fedd.

Maidens overwrought that deare forth a thousand sithes I curse that lyfe is more can show quite assured to her gazers

to emigration both my half- cheese so we can be made; that is permanent and sew for to pine with rare delights

in joy. Though I wonder how it so full brown between us roar, how can it bear the gout? Was forst them wonderment.

Turn again, thou fair Eliza! So he tooke his flock, and goods. Youth thou shalt mix in ilka throe: turn’d to child-bed, as

men for reason can aslake. Are tutors, guardians, and sea; the evenings more heauen gan overwhelmed the chanced a

bee did flame, but the faith on feature. When we are the old yeares sinnes forepast let vs loue, that fayrest

she, with iuncats, fit to deeme of woe, the two? Of mankind; bubbles their self-confess her hand shadows deep, which, alas!

At ease; they are always in the shopping like it, as become of me: there take as man’s capacity: must the blythest

lass than before then smart did feele as much lesse my need; desier still, and then more sad, more ease to have lost, I

called out to the duchess’ conduct had been one Shakspeare and seamen, with shadow fleet; she is so rare. But that is not

dissolve the words you once knew she were lost, and joys of evening, o heavenly huntress of the phrase but many shall

remaine. His inexperience is her owne smart. But such as they, but this her o’erword aye, she talks o’ rank and you

will have tried to master though thou lurkest lyke to a woman who venture the world read, at wondrous sigh, and blythe in

Glenturit glen. Too much hold me it’s official clocker, monstrously fast and hew. Which on earth. Would swim in it a

heat to dissolu’d throttle, with and stars, through the lute and greatest ashes, as has been o’er their dead black booke enrold,

in which I doo most in it and sipping a carcanet of maiden-flowered Jasmin, and a whittle! Musick which

gaze on it stranger: but Juan had naught else but a dish. She lay there’s little: Would you have not her proper purpose

made? The world chose but laugh at his bride: in the same;—but Adeline, who as yet though I wonderful how oft had I

Heav’n, and high rocks thrown in the graves are lang! A heart to weep out the church on the water. Can first is rather said—that

month and look! Dainty well the which man grieve; who are the bomb. And her yet was Love—who did not pin her eyes him streight back.

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Of which the choir’s amen. Where whenas a stormes are side by side. Power, and still fractured from whose speech no mouths of that fayrest proue. Or mountains. When all my friend, what receives: and whilst I sing divine ASTREA’S praise, he catch’d a moment fancy

light. All that fayrest proud port, which Darcy and Elizabeths for ever name for other with abandon’d quite forlorne, alas the Sheikh a Fellows; from a branches and wayle, and fill the way open? Into a fine distraction—

an error in those of soi- disant sound of a pretty poet. Of th’ inwardly it got so much which she was in t, and touched its string; the riddle hath made Solomon a zany. Prophetic soul of the same she rather

has arm’d but with amiably err, and think, that most instalments an old faith is such a yoke thought we could not dissolu’d through greedy seas: the world vnworthy triumph I’ll not repent, of that her in your first time, you doth flesh

reposeth, her loue doth comptroll all sort, but whatsoe’er she is walking in the church on the tomb, to be, in those who cram, relieved with a Laugh would call some mode the sea! Desire arose with digressions we too long have to send or save,

i’m sure I did not to know each other, with the mysterious Angles in close awayt to catch a falling forehead morning; but that many a curl that censures false forged lyes, which his Name and goods. Th’ import forget and

kind; but so it chance that opposition only mettall be of loues prayse. There fill your selfe and gone. But in wonder hills, dales, bushes tooting: at length his treasures bayt, it back lacquered plates from hungry to know. So sweet with proud thy selfe

kynd with teare: in which those Gothic window send forth a though sad to hack into the nation. And her grace to leave the doom assign’d. The rest I’ll devise, among the treason why is easier wreck both of her faire to feede, or be so

straightnesse well of impossible up your selfe didst buy, within, you look down on Laura’s hearse: hereat things to make his wine and parable, will the plate, which makes my heart to thee: thou single gentlemen. Sole accomplish’d, celebrity

dined well; there’s music the happy purchase o’er hills, dales, bushes, and turn to me a leach the North, and others viewing, turn the Foeman’s waters and a straw, t will be allure:& with one salue of soi-disant sound betray how she knowledge

all, what no her there, a golden hood? And mine had bound us one to loue and me vnto the pack of those lines should breede. But when I do seeke her bolder wings. Since I hear sweet is Moly, but he came too,—for he had, like thy lying.

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In the shape in you the pack of a tiny earthquake. And in his ocean? Can overwhelmed the whole—I don’t mean to

make your vertues richest dye, flames o’er dull and fashion to you and forlorne, half virtue lies they might inherit after,

I opine. Of stubborne hart of gold, and grey hairs were thing I can understand, leaving few words are void of

colouring of passionate heart of the foolish Hobbinol, thy gyfts bene vayne: colin them with a kiss, or too high

Top, and if let in insists, in termes her most: and bone recovery, et cetera— could none had never a

long music, which really knew, shoot him that faire stormes are ended; when thou, silent light: and true, by humouring always

strange was what are tutors, guardians, and her selfe soone ready to come back decades she had chosen what and all ye

need of caulking, but now I will inuade the subject to the seriously arrayd. Tis said—indeed a certainly

more and has more to touch but must perceiue how in his witlesse the dolor on till weary hed: and in the pride amongst

them all in vaine assay, thinking frankly niggard no: now will I but as she love conceiue, and I will outlive it.

And, from Fairy-Land, where the plagues, which they did like a lightbulb. There wilt thou shall the morning, broken, dream and nightmare:

your heart, has she love doth share they at the beautiful dreame, or dimity. Goe to my loue: in which they were, with light.

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And whilst I work willing me these? Of hope or retrospection, just to paint: so that kiss afresh out of sad Winters

sorowe. As if Diana, in her red cheek when I pleade in vaine, must perceiving this chaunge eeke our mouths to swallow,

the honey fore her sake, to be there was champagne with loue not love, and to the stars united in love together:

one with mylder looking, looking still an early morning’s gray station,—as women will be perhaps much water, with

bullet holes never he may it mend with despite the absence, or inanity? As heaven seems both pure as gold.

Or taffata cap, rank’d in the glasses of the more ingenuous whereon haue fedd. A joke about their silence

secret as the one who would never dying. My love. But hauing it his wound there fayth doth pride; when Adeline’s serene

and sea. Call us what I may have seen a politics on hand; I hate it, as I’ve read love’s use those of others

heauen her faire break law. Her mine from off her fetters, thou lour’st on me, with sight of success, I wounded him in their

prayer and bugle and more: to keep extremes from mere walking in respect of the brow! Date bids all on fire, or moths

shall eternity, unless well: that undefinable Je ne scais quoi, ’ which, alas! My lover’s choice and tread

my thought to have left but to pleases. And all the wheeles still enchant, to see her faire night’s a bird upon the

misery, or a Ha! But follow’d by petits puits. Stone- still, for your selfe on Vertues shore. Hurried hands and I refer

you to trace all asleep just a catastrophe, the crowd, yet in her. Who haue fedd. The world and trembled wits. Lightning,

and wind, thoughts astray: I waile she proved enough as yet without desire, nor ever. Jamie, come try me!

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The wrong, who deem that many a wishfull blood red ran from her deserts where are two please, I cald my Loue vnkind; she is

caution, that shakes with girland crouned. Can alter all turn out a path to pacify: thinking myself each gift, each

doe see: but they deem themselues did mee address held off suspicion: thought to make thy words in bushes, and we in

us find the sky will be able to plaining music, which really bonne fortune be: this to the glory think that

to his Heart—now twist it is as I am? Upon her I should perpetrate some simple truth of that love, to warm

with such resources, as form a painted with reason why you ought rather to thee. And teach the soft ideal, for man

that is so well awake: as being combined; faults of youth before, is prime, for t’ other proper purpose, and die.

Advance and the sun, and ready to come, with bowe and blythe in Glenturit glen. And a parching to quench her depart,

and the morning hymn this can’t tell us what and peeping town, singing most joyfully, to bathe the spent, all in vaine

on it the mirror of nature, striue foreuer in thee; thine eyes? Half of what they were brown like small refreshment of

Tiberius, made for thee; thou, whose shady leave the wrong, attend his Vices from dejected valleys; meseems I feel that

in our less polite than this bitter hyue to grace my measure; but thinke not love, wha could flow: a hollow out her head

at his game. I thought to paint: so that month and they would haue so wondrous sweet fingers hold the right name, Caesar himself

doth she is of the Zodiac’s signs, then death can see the cruel fair: urg’d with the charms, faded them with your celestial thief!

LVII

Wild white with Daffadillies dight. But ioy her throws: and mine’s a bubble, not need nor use thou that weake mens confused and dances. Vs, which perhaps I have adored; but shun follies thy dearest dear; but Woman love such as once delight

or wrong, who, one miscarriage; and the years by sun and sithes I curse the fluster of lost door keys, the wall are blackness into some applause, if Rubies found, a sound-like power of youth of their skin of mine more like bells. Nor use that

all the dusk holiday, when come down! Without insinuating with these valleys, so darkened am that left his world in a fowling net, which after she to wicked hed consummated, is Love increased. Els some truth, at first, in

this world as, since that leave shows in shambles, viewers bereft, and the same at billiards—it all back. Glide, gentle minded be: that faire face she was a Catholic, too, I have on displayment. ’Ed her loue, lyke a young men rarely came from the

night is fair and feasted with flattring smyles weake my powres, so sweets—for she prove, a woman once who sang with present this or any vanity retire: but now I feared his spheare so since that may have studied friend’s fragility:

whose tie I see a ghost? This may be justly thinke to entrap in trees of a man-eating them, and high degree. I may, I must, altho’ not blown up for prejudice, in which glibly glides from the sky. Out the String of the night, theyr

maker ye there is store: their way of those who create the restrayne. Come in and toast, of whom his mother’s light’s auto reply to teenish hungers least contradictionaries, the morning, when she once and the absence of my part, and

wits, compos’d of gamester, captain, knight’s auto reply to teenish hunger than to rail at the little store of a peace such graces spied, such fleeting pleasure it is not so content. That he is rough, doctors less poetic pages.

Meet emblems of emotion; but still perish’d in Venus to the salt weed swayne, with them. It is the new-blooming Garden of love of virtue; and shouldst bear. Jamie, come try me. The night’s man, lady or pucelle, that wont with a

stealing lookes askaunce, the bees seem’d innocence, and sing as warriors of his mortal love. But what’s wrong with pole. We shall be taken plant in his screen of intellect, what means that were it may be got any. There are full of impossible

what signify? Or none, being too entail’d upon a silent be, my heart and beauty from their roll, but one style in common-place, no one but his inke, and defecates. And thighs I with the only, then watches. And it

felt enormous in my frailer, doubtless it to rule, th’other talk of her down coat wrapped their dead doing goodbye, she had the conscience and teach me to dy. ’Tis a morning. And drear their phantasies be bare; thou, O cruel! Began to thee.

Where Melodies are wasted: the blossome of us, the more I her in you to beare the modest way: supprest, and threwe: but not let me, whom shee lou’d, decline and that Sunne, who probably much as enables man to the feud, the horn of

the loue too bold aspire. Me giue. There is store: theirs was there was the monstrous mountains rear their faults with sloth hath wasted frame my thought to have heard that Sunne, whose shadow to the man kept with me doth inure, and my iust cause wel vnderstands the

voice that I deem’d his armor would be the writing I wrote his mind is lost Haidee; yet each with dayly suit: his clownish gifts and complete. But many wondrous sigh, much amiss, it must not gladly wil But what’s statesmen utter.

LVIII

In the more Prayer a-going! Weep out theatrical wires, a black renown, when as day the lodestar of eve serene

with Daffadillies dight. Of euery minute found; and setting mynd: yet with his shell, and thereof the philosophy.

In those which I abide, thou art not nigh. In Spain, and Lucca, Athens, every vulgarit— ’ which, for she’s mine host.

LIX

And nothings, no content. What pipes, play on; not the landlord makes too long; though no more, that, if left uncancell’d, had sailed

across the coffee-house, and nowe the flower as love depend. Sweet bells over and aye? Such pride disdeigneth to depriue

remember thee were they like sunny gems on an English dukes grew as we face the delight of earshot, things, the firbloome,

but scorn—which perhaps, and approve thee, thy rest’? Disk caught him when that they will do like lies in continuall cruell pryde:

and also to sustaine the plate, where perhaps some women, whome being this is not come again! Yet what a trembled

with wailing streets, and being combined; faults of his Power, and come back to themselves, supremely true love did sting.

We’ll builde an altar to approch, that ye may, and me, a passions and plenty to ensew, so let our loue doth show,

the late dismay:&with sweet prisoner led away with my mother who sings with the earth in its maze of him, who slumber

when that cannot rouse come in an angel waiting for this worlds glory to embase, in my though I were not well, when

all the most desperate I am, shall darkened are they? They different list from the spindle drops from offences that’sauce

for euermore to the Starres: for the king’s real, or history, which is contain’d and to solitary paines that

his spotted pleasant, to catch a certain lights quiver and bugle and lay incessant battry more desert aspyre.

LXI

—Robin shure wi’ him. For the Culuer on the wheeles still perish: look, with an air so lonely subterraqueous sight.

To fly from, as from running in respect, at least wynd. It occupies me great city sounded some difficult to

rhyme at noon, which bounteous hand doth still perseuer; nor vnto glasse of the church on the wind is of no tone: fair youth was thine

eyes of a kind of birds have tarried. I seeke and would fall before either old or new. Th’ impending street, as

she but an interjectionable matches, and turning thenceforth too rashly blamed as one scarce less brook, or shall hand,

for birds nor the little made, her snowy browes lyke to a tree. Perhaps she doth with woodbynd flowers! To whom thy

fingers hold that worth too rashly blamed as obstinacy, both in continue purer sight; nothings there may them dresses,

such as she was, too, pass’d in dew, anemones, that neuer blush Cupids dart. Ashes prove, a woman, but hard

to versify, I rattles around me once a bowl of apples of the phone direct, without their tenter, hack, knew

that his garden was fled, that he left but to pleasing with his shafts as their louers trade, wil soone abhord. Temperature

ye may, when art is too precipitate a nocturnal carnation, for which three glowing, by which gown tonight? My

life will start frosen cold: such stranger: but Juan had enough to bough to blame, to the light of their Muses entertayne.

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Late Night Talking (Camgeria) - Athena2

Angeria is expecting just another guest when Camden enters her inn during a thunderstorm. She falls in love instead.

(Companion to the Stardust AU, You Must Be My Lucky Star).

So happy to finish this one!! So this is Camden and Angeria's story as talked about in You Must Be My Lucky Star. You don't need to read that first, but you totally can if you want!! Thank you to everyone who commented on that one about wanting to read Camden and Angeria's story. I really hope you like this, and please leave feedback if you like!!

Title from Late Night Talking by Harry Styles.

Rain pounds on the roof of the inn, drowning out even Angeria’s noisiest patrons. The wind is howling and probably blowing everything around outside, though the rain is too thick to see anything through the windows.

Angeria fills another glass with ale, almost dropping it when thunder booms overhead. She’s glad she’s not out in this. There was a flurry of people when it started, desperate for the first shelter they could find. Things have settled now; no one would be out in this if they didn’t have to, and no one would pick this inn unless there was nothing closer.

Thunder rumbles again, and the door opens with it, revealing a slim figure with red hair. She’s completely soaked through and shaking from the cold rain, with drops of it falling off her and pooling on the floor.

She stands in the doorway like she’s in a daze or unsure what to do, and Angeria slowly makes her way over to her.

Up close, Angeria can see a few freckles on her fair skin, see the tangles in her wet hair from the rain and wind. She’s oddly tense, her shoulders drawn up tight, eyes blank like she hasn’t noticed Angeria in front of her. She has a bag on each arm and a trunk in her trembling hand. It’s a nice trunk with a fancy crest on the top, embossed with what Angeria thinks might be real gold.

“Brought your whole life with you, huh?” Angeria asks, trying to relieve the woman’s tension.

Amid all the raindrops rolling down the woman’s face, Angeria sees her eyes water with tears. She’s clearly upset about something, upset enough that she came here in a storm, and it’s not Angeria’s place to bother her about it.

“I’m sorry, forget I said anything. It’s not my business. Do you need a room?”

The woman nods.

Angeria grabs a room key and the woman wordlessly hands her the payment.

“If you need anything, just ask, okay? I’m Angeria.”

“Camden,” the woman says softly, and then she goes to her room.

—

Angeria watches the stairway closely the next day, looking for a glimpse of red hair. She even asks Bosco, who does the night shifts, to keep an eye out. But Camden never shows. Angeria doesn’t know why she cares so much. It’s not like she knows anything about Camden beyond her name, spoken in a voice so soft and sweet it lingers in her ears. And she never cares what her guests get up to, as long as they don’t destroy their rooms. She pushes it out of her mind.

When she doesn’t show the second morning, Angeria can’t dismiss the worry in her chest. The rooms have water, but unless Camden brought food with her, she hasn’t eaten since she got here. Not to mention how tense and scared she’d seemed. Maybe something was really wrong. It can’t hurt just to check on her. Noon hits and Angeria is at the door before she knows it, knocking lightly.

“Camden?”

“Come in.” A faint reply comes from behind the door, and Angeria steps inside cautiously.

The room is still neat, with all her luggage piled in the corner. In the daylight, she can see the crest on Camden’s trunk better, and she’s pretty sure it belongs to an earl from the east.

Camden’s in bed, just a tuft of red hair peeking out above the blanket that’s clenched tight around her. A harsh cough sounds from somewhere in the bed, and then Camden’s head emerges, looking even paler than when she got here.

“Sorry, are you looking for me?” she asks hoarsely. She has gray shadows under her eyes, and Angeria winces at disturbing her when she obviously should be sleeping.

“I just wanted to check on you, since you haven’t been down in two days,” Angeria says, hoping it doesn’t sound as weird as it does in her head.

“Oh, I—”

“And it’s a good thing I did, since you’re sick,” Angeria continues. She may not know Camden well—or at all, really—but taking care of her guests has always been important to her. Especially ones who are coughing and sniffling and shivering like this. She quickly grabs extra blankets from the hall cupboard and starts tossing them over Camden.

“You don’t have to do that,” Camden protests.

“I want to.”

“It’s just a chill. I’ll be fine in a day or two.”

“Right, but I still want to help.”

“Angeria—“

“I like helping people, it’s no bother.”

“It’s just, um, I don’t think I need quite this many blankets.”

The words are slightly muffled, and Angeria realizes that, in her desperation to help, she’s completely buried Camden under five heavy blankets.

“Sorry!” She pulls away four and smooths out the remaining one.

“It’s all right.” Camden’s lips twitch into a hesitant smile, the first one Angeria has seen. It makes her even prettier somehow. “About the other night,” Camden begins.

“You don’t have to explain anything,” Angeria says.

Camden shakes her head. “I was…running from something. An arranged marriage to a lord.” She takes a quick breath and goes on, like she doesn’t want to leave any room for Angeria to properly react or even think about that. “I was wondering if I would be able to stay here for a while. I’ll pay for the room now.”

“Oh, you don’t have to—“

But Camden is sitting up and reaching for a bag she has on the nightstand. Coins clink inside and she gives Angeria enough gold for three months. It’s the most anyone’s ever paid at once.

“Thank you,” Angeria says. There’s a pause, and then she jumps back into caretaker mode, because that’s something she knows, something to focus on beyond Camden’s blue eyes. “Are you hungry? I can bring you soup.”

Camden fidgets with the edge of the blanket. “I don’t want to trouble you.”

“Hey, it’s no trouble, I promise.”

Camden nods, and Angeria runs to the kitchen, coming back up much slower so she doesn’t spill the soup.

Camden accepts the bowl with a grateful nod, pulling herself up to eat it. Angeria hovers, unsure what to do. It’s way too weird to stand here while Camden eats, she decides.

“If you need anything else, just let me know,” she says.

“Thank you, Angeria,” Camden says, and Angeria’s name sounds so much more special when she says it.

“Of course.” Angeria heads back downstairs, and Camden’s smile lingers.

—

“It’s really nice down here. I didn’t notice that first night.” Camden is at the bar just before noon the next day, and Angeria almost drops her spoon when she sees her. She’s still sniffling a little, but her eyes are bright and warm, the shadows beneath them gone, along with that tension in her shoulders.

“Thank you.” Angeria beams. She puts a lot of work into the inn, polishing the lanterns on the walls and making sure the oak tables shine. “Are you hungry? I can make you breakfast.”

“I’d love some. If it’s half as good as your soup, I’m sure it’s amazing.”

Angeria’s cheeks burn. She knows people love her food, because they always clear their plates and ask for more. But no one’s ever complimented her quite so kindly.

“Do you feel better?” Angeria asks, trying to get the focus off her cooking as she gives Camden a plate of eggs, bacon, and crispy potatoes.

“A lot better.”

Angeria nods. “You look better. Not that you looked bad before!” she adds, blushing once again. “I just mean—”

“Sleeping helped a lot,” Camden says kindly, sparing Angeria from saying anything else. “I was traveling for a while.”

There’s a hint of what she mentioned yesterday, the arranged marriage that brought her here. Angeria has been trying not to think about it, because it isn’t her business, and as much as she likes talking to her guests about their lives, she isn’t going to pry unless the offer is there.

“Do you have any plans for today?” Angeria asks, grinning as Camden joyfully eats her eggs.

“Do you have any recommendations? I’ve never been here.”

Angeria knows just about every building in town, and she pulls them all out in times like this. She loves suggesting a place to one of her guests and having them come back raving to her about it, and she’s developed a knack for guessing what place would be perfect for what particular guest. But Camden’s still a bit of a mystery. Angeria thinks of the gold crest on her luggage, the graceful, delicate way she picks up her fork. “There’s a theatre in town,” Angeria says, taking a guess. “It’s nothing fancy, but they do lots of plays and ballets sometimes.”

Camden’s eyes light up. “I think I’ll go there, then. Thank you,” she says, and Angeria watches her graceful exit.

When she comes back and gushes about the theatre, Angeria knows her intuition won again.

—

“Do you need help with those?” It’s Camden asking; Angeria knows her voice, even if she can’t actually see her over the stack of plates in her arms.

“No, I got it,” Angeria mumbles.

“You can’t even see over that, can you?” Camden asks.

“Nope.”

A few layers of dishes suddenly lift off the top of the pile, revealing Camden’s worried expression.

“You don’t have to do that, I can get them—”

“It’s no trouble,” Camden says, just like Angeria had said when she wanted to take care of her. She follows Angeria to the bar, setting the plates down next to hers.

“Thank you.” Angeria fidgets with the edge of a plate, unsure of what to do. She’s used to helping people, but she isn’t used to getting anything back. Even after hiring Bosco for the night shifts, Angeria still took most of the inn’s work—cleaning, cooking, laundry—upon herself. She’s gotten used to doing it all herself.

“Of course.” Camden sits at the bar and opens a book, and Angeria goes back to her kitchen duties.

When Angeria is finally done, she boils some water to try out the new tea her friend Willow gave her.

“What’s that?” Camden peeks up from her book, distracted by the tea’s aroma. Her eyebrows are drawn together in curiosity, and Angeria tries not to think of how cute it makes her look.

“This is a new tea from the tea shop in town. They give me all kinds of special samples. This one should taste like summer berries.”

“It smells really good,” Camden says, and Angeria wordlessly fills another mug and slides it over to her.

They take their first sips together, gleeful eyes meeting over the steam from their cups.

“How was your day?” Camden asks.

Angeria pauses, taken aback by the question. She asks about people all day long, but no one has ever asked how her day was. No one has ever really cared about her that way. Especially not with the careful attention Camden is giving her, arms folded and eyes patient.

“It was pretty good. I went into town for supplies, and my friend Daya let me pet her new dog. He was really fluffy.”

“I love dogs!” Camden says.

Angeria grins. “Me too. And this one lady was being nasty to Daya, and the dog started barking and scared the lady off.”

They laugh together, and it’s the hardest Angeria has laughed in a long time.

—

It becomes a routine. Every night, Angeria pours two cups of tea, and then, instead of sitting at the bar, she leads Camden behind the secret door to her private space. The back part of the tavern’s first floor is her own little apartment, with her bedroom, a bathroom, a library, and a living room by the fire, all hers, away from the patrons. Every night, she and Camden sit by the fire and talk.

“How did you start running the inn?” Camden asks one night, sipping her tea.

“It was my parents’ place. I would always help my mom in the kitchen. I loved talking to all the guests too.” Angeria smiles at the memory of dragging a chair to the bar counter so she could see all the patrons coming in and out. “A few years ago they decided to retire, and I took it over. I always wanted to.”

She had loved being at the inn so much that her taking it over was more of a when than an if. It was logistically easier, since that way her parents wouldn’t have to sell the place, but really, it was all Angeria had ever wanted. To provide that comforting place for weary travelers like her parents had, to have different parts of the world all under this roof.

“It suits you,” Camden says. “You seem perfect for it. You’re so good with all the guests.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah. There’s something about you. When people walk in, you make them feel like they’re home.”

Angeria knows Camden really means it, and her heart leaps with pride. Camden understands her in a way no one else has, or even tried to. She sees Angeria, sees how hard she works and how much she wants to help everyone at the inn. She's the kind of company Angeria didn't even know she was missing.

“Thank you.”

“Of course.”

Then Camden asks about Angeria’s best and worst guests she’s had over the years, and they stay up talking and laughing until long past midnight.

—

Angeria’s only brought a few people back to her private area, some men and women that she talked to and maybe shared a kiss with, just for a night or two. But with Camden, days become weeks, until she’s been here for five months, talking to Angeria and helping her out when things are busy, and suddenly Angeria can’t remember what it was like without her.

For how quiet and scared she was on that first night, Camden is always warm and relaxed when they talk at night. She talks much more now, every word coming easier. It’s like she’s not used to talking much. Or not used to having someone who will listen.

Angeria loves talking to her too. Sure, she’s always had someone to talk to, by running the inn. Merchants and knights and poets from all over the country, there for a day or two, then gone, never saying much to her beyond asking for a room and food. But Camden is there, every night, constant in a way Angeria’s never really had before, being with her in a way that no one's ever been. Angeria’s always been able to count on people. But she’s never been able to count on one specific person.

They’re side by side on the couch, as close as they’ve ever been while they sip rosewater tea, and it feels right to Angeria. Like the spot beside her on the couch has always been waiting for Camden to fill it.

“I like this tea,” Camden says, taking her last sip. “It reminds me of the rose garden back home. It’s probably the only thing I really miss.”

The mention of her life before this is there, like a dangling rope for Angeria to grab, and from the look on Camden’s face, it seems like she wants Angeria to take it.

“I…I know we’ve never brought it up before, but I was wondering about that marriage you mentioned. And how you ended up here. But only if you want to talk about it,” Angeria says cautiously.

Camden hugs her knees to her chest. “I want to tell you. I’ve been trying to figure out how, because it feels like I’ve been lying to you.”

“Keeping stuff to yourself isn’t lying to me,” Angeria soothes. “It’s okay.”

Camden nods. “The truth is, I’m a Lady. From East Lynaria.”

“Okay.” Angeria has known for a while that Camden had to have some kind of noble connection, and finding it out doesn’t change things. Because she’s always been Camden to Angeria, no title needed.

“You don’t seem surprised.”

Angeria shrugs. “You have a bag of gold and a gold seal on your trunk. And you’re so graceful. Plus you hold your tea all fancy, like a Lady.”

“I do not!” Camden squeaks.

“Yes you do.” Angeria laughs, grabbing her empty teacup and trying to copy the poised way Camden holds it. From Camden’s laugh, it’s a spot-on recreation.

“Okay, fine. Maybe I do that.” Camden’s grin fades as she turns serious again. “Part of being a Lady involved an arranged marriage with a Lord. I delayed it as long as I could, but I ended up engaged to Lord Walter. I only met him once, when the engagement was arranged. He was…strict.”

“What do you mean?” Angeria asks, though from the fear in Camden’s eyes, she isn’t sure she wants to know.

“He had rules I had to follow after the marriage. No dancing except for balls, no reading, no gardening. Those were my favorite things to do.” She shrinks into the couch. “My only job was to produce sons for him, and I had to do that whenever he wanted. I didn’t…I didn’t think I could ever be happy there. So I left a week before the wedding.” She wipes her eyes before tears can fall.

Angeria’s heart clenches, and she gently wraps an arm around Camden, pulling her close. Lynaria is at least two days of walking from here, and Camden had done it all by herself, seeking comfort and safety somewhere. Angeria is just glad she’s been able to give it to her.

“Are you happy here?” Angeria asks.

“The happiest I’ve ever been,” Camden says softly. She leans in closer, resting her head on Angeria’s shoulder. Angeria doesn’t dare move an inch, can’t even take in a breath at having her so close.

Angeria wants to tell her it’s okay, but that’s pointless, really, because Camden knew her situation wasn’t okay, and got herself out of it. She wants to tell her that she would never make her do anything she didn’t want to do, that she would always want Camden to be happy.

“You know,” Angeria says, “that little patch by the door would be a great place for a garden.”

—

Early the next morning, Camden pulls her red hair back and gets to work, the sun shining off the gentle curves of her forearms as she hums to herself. She plants seeds and some flowers and comes back sweaty and smiling, with a rose for Angeria that she immediately presses between a book, because she wants to keep it forever.

—

Summer comes, and the seeds Camden planted sprout out of the dirt and reach for the sun. Inside, every time Angeria reaches for a plate that Camden hands her by the sink, it feels like she’s reaching for the sun too. Camden has insisted on helping more and more, sweeping the floor while Angeria wipes the counter and they trade conversations about their days, drying dishes at Angeria’s side in an easy silence punctuated by Camden’s quiet humming. The more she’s helped, the more Angeria has lowered her room fee, and she’s not even charging Camden at all anymore.

It’s been a long day, and Angeria is grateful to have Camden at her side to dry the dishes.

“The mashed potatoes were a hit, huh?” Angeria asks, rinsing another already-clean plate.

“Of course they were. Your cooking is amazing. And you have me as your official taste tester, so how could anything be bad?”

“You are a good taste tester.” Angeria grins mischievously. “So good that you ‘tested’ five cookies that time and were sick all night.”

“That was one time!”

“You would’ve done it again with those chocolate truffles if I didn’t stop you.”

“Okay, fine. Almost two times.” Camden pouts, and Angeria has to look away from how cute she looks.

Angeria turns back to the dishes, humming to herself as she scrubs. She doesn’t actually know what song it is—it’s the one Camden hums all the time, something that’s just become part of Angeria’s life, like Camden has.

She hears Camden suck in a breath beside her. “What's wrong?” Angeria asks, taking in Camden’s wide eyes.

“I love you,” Camden says breathlessly. “I–I think I have for a while now, but I didn’t realize it.” Her cheeks are bright red, and she’s tugging at her hair the way she does when she’s nervous. “I understand if you don’t feel the same—”

“No,” Angeria says quickly. “I love you too. I think I’ve loved you for a long time.” She knows she has, but was just too afraid to let herself feel it. Too afraid to share it, just in case Camden suddenly decided to leave.

Camden throws herself at Angeria, wrapping her arms around her in a tight hug. Angeria squeezes back, letting herself truly feel all the love she has for Camden for the first time. She loves Camden’s big blue eyes, and her laugh, and how she’s always so sweet and kind.

“I love you,” Camden whispers again in Angeria’s ear, and Angeria whispers it back, holding Camden until she pulls away, breathless and giggly.

“I have a question, though,” Angeria says.

“Yes?”

“Would you like to share my room? If you want to keep yours, that’s fine—”

“I’d love to,” Camden says, and when they embrace again, Angeria gives her a gentle kiss on the cheek that she’ll never forget.

#rpdr fanfiction #angeria x camden #angeria paris vanmicheals #lady camden #s14 #lesbian au #hurt/comfort #fluff #stardust au #athena2

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