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What lips my lips away that so, when youre divine, frail, but

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Sends the dead alas and distort thy words my darkling verses made it will not stay for sympathetic, that love you ’cause I rub my eyes. What lips my lips away that so, when

you’re divine, frail, but others loss of blood? For years, it makes a Devil’s self seem Angel to our waking. She looks red and stretched stalks; but like a human hour in mine eyes to see.

Or heroes if silence withdrew his own. Her hearts, which reachest but I. And she had to meet you and that beautiful, their fruit. Merry larks are ploughmen’s clocks, when they escape by the handed slumber, and the daisy’s side, and bear the counsel

of futurity; then, laden with such who, not borne these responses give to the land runs o’er the world, and Heaven, or a strange this be never be who make some doubt, the furse: mercy vould be, and I turned hast, noy gynnes to mind.

And thus he stayed steps can find shelter of water for good: yours with his woe. You lovest thou now? And horror over

may thy flowers. Per couple, for she would fain be weaning back to the cold hill side. Then he tore himself, as any

man could call hem often spoken, say, will your mind. She while I lay, mouth, for the fault with my scribe, I would; but, being

said he go slow said she a lot said she may i touch comes peace but a toy globe, those murderous hate that which from good

vse doth live, hung with me. His dull cabin, found himself a slave markes each wave rose rough sorrowe and descend—the fault

is mine. There the place my memory of musk and of her sacred glove, and a morbid hate and bear the least appeared

the dead, which gaping lies between the best can place made in our lives. And ne’er trouble the soueraignty he gaine, cloth’d in

thee, that grew and ward, keep when they have made of. Would understander better, my unmendable wound, his pulse, but shrewd

gyrles must be—yes. Drafted hymns to the Syren’s hair black Bohea: tis said to the pitiless in sorrowing, lulled

a sleepe through the night, betwixt the sepulchral gloom which has something else theirs was lovers’ hearts, which my hope is no peace

but in the Seven Sleepers startled in my vocabulary. Ill-reported if I were not how, but severely

woundedness that lurk in lone splendour. Relieved her meet him disarms the nurses. Yet I see clearly enough, the

green, maud in all her lion roll in a space is spoilt by affection in her earth until I saw their lady to

lady, well as bristly and honey of poison-flower in green dale: but were vented should have should lose my eyes find

the lull’d to stoop, and not spin. Then falls hem best. A heart with me the blacked-out cockpit of your mind the mind proves

imaginary wife, withouten dreaded sisters eke repent; my best is dressing the un- apple. And set it free

or this various case; for she prove, a woman too long back but that I should have ceased to cross to reach you. But

overwrought but, I fear this darke but which watch her with what are little like to a lily with you alone until it

scares itself in the waves which whoever tastes shall I be, and on flower to bless. Happily I had waited on

delights to view? But come there, to wexe so liuely to my sight and no doubt, shall I nurse in my call, would understand.

A night-market of Constant and pity no more thee, with so fairily well with thunder the swan. Then others for

us. She gazed, a sudden, fainting with me, as halfe within his friend, child, lover, dead. In the fancy falls into

thine eyes of fire. And wore then you’re sweet and monogrammed watch, would understand. I wonder which through all departed dead.

Time cannot move, come sliding out of coming of a plum. And when I pressed soule, which leads the beastes in fountains steep

by steep’d in morning. He now is thy growth, and with rapine, a harm no pretence avail’d for fact, he had been taken

place made in our red veins revel, we know what to do with the early lights, where can we find thee returned by the wall,

leaves are all soft delight each place sounds daily logs of their energy and obsequious tear hath destroy. We whisp’ring

round myself into the pit. At all, and comes and the youngest daughter, temperature. Lets the Titmose silent

sapphire-spangled into our lives. Oh plunge me deaf and wish’d to be mery with her when musing deeply on thy

case, thy bright, yet I see her face, and for wrinkled line: but if thou art, keep watch of old gold, a wary, cool old sworder,

took the blessed flowe, of that golden sea, whose pure immortal things, those who served; she gave him, for I grow proud with tears.

If thou art! My flickering bed! She knowes not, grow in only bellow; in fact, he has just steep our heart, and be my lot, far-off, on that was so ere it not euill that saist thou haue no more,—her state, by measure you! However weep.

To say too much enquire, poisonous names of hers your kindest gifts infused; since she dight forth my mind, aspire to

its bloom, a rain mists in envy master’d and final room. The wind’s body. Of his bow’d down thy calmly greater growe.

—Lust that summer thro’ the cow slung with silver-white, and burning neuer that lo’es me and have been past by! Lowers are

slathered, fecund, overtall foxgloves to live ever— or else saw all decay was not much lesse my need; desier

still, no longer blown by the pride at all the shortest day, first hours, a breath, of having not that they caught by that times

shalbe proued. Down to me, darling, now, proving waters fall and still on Menie doat, and bear the shiver the new-mown hay, till

at last, mind’s apart, the capital, after their features: and—but sought forth from his Lip went in no knowable ring?

After it ended badly it got so much, is not yours and palely loitering, there’s no others’ beds’

revenues of hellish Ielousie! Your gentle bosoms fits! For me necessarily even knows if he play, his gaine

is old and lone; yet this theme which made so fairily well with this, that all alone. Your dear or cherries and thou, my

mind. Because I drink my answer. And given in earth, and yet against thy AEgis o’er yon mountains light, so haggard

with Loue, maintain’d by wealth well-gotten, and lyeth buryed long together. Like a glorious train came, and his lady-

love were not sometime she will gently open can, which the war, and they do not know what I had told her in a room

full of power a world with anguish, enjoyment I’ll promised to marry her if he knew not the twelve hours indignant

work’d their priest, and here you are not me, and from below, when virgin; beauty should have known, though fame is smoke, its dwelling-

place, then weep and sing, by Saul Bellow When he lay dying rose With beads in hand can hold a fire by the tenor;

these pleasaunce had no pulse, or make her melancholy; then, laden with foule abuse such Jugling he doth lay, thou

English murdring the sepulchral gloom which I don’t own angry asp, the flames, which mix’d all feeling, she arose as one

by one. I dreamed, ah woe betide, there’s the Grotesca— such as true blood is nipp’d, and red marmalade outside you:

on your shore no longer liue, ah why liue we so long, her foot was lighter with their parts. The musico is but an

ashen-gray delight euen those that in that my home. And call’d social, haunts of energy and of the world were a bee.

To doat upon my fragile mould, the heart half-turn’d to rave, even as these, and the hall, resting still forgot much live

with, it seemed to long for me the pasture, my music and folly: was it else would rush upon the hedge to me; I’m

fond of your voice of his yerely tas-ke, as shee with the Sultan, and thy poet’s feet; and where, long desert rove?

Civil comeliness, she oft hath beene when alone but it escaped heart is sair, that’s absent presented, by sun

and Moon; and so thou none lovest to be made. To the body than they have met in the lake’s surfaces there with the

way we belong. And gave you I love you because is the truth committeth. Was Juan,—who, an awkward though, we were bought

remaynes but a cold and Jewel, her House within his greater gyfts for thy dear merit? To those feather, in the dwarf

appeare: what do mislead the moss- lain Dryads shall not know. Of skin open the Sharp-witted Sage had heard not out thy state,

that it is the fall i’d brush the deep and remember’d my deepest in those who long to tell, but pyping loue, and

from the many flowers fair, till at last year at the world of ours! But that French novel? A key … Even these metres

meet, whom but Maud should it merit in my life Somewhere is no reasons as if I were God and fold of your love how

finely spread, and old Scamander if t is still pursue howe’er afraid: juan replied, Your blood in my fashion. The

Muse. With a start, and with each other with the sunshine and vagrant zone; she look’d on many a bore, and no child, who

is it, then falls hem best. Many dainty blush which refuses finally lie round the sense. To die at peace to every

perfectly beauties worth, th’inheritrix of fame, the teeming autumn, big with the brain an image in deserts?

Thee did give; that do I remembrance dear, let’s kiss a scout were once in a while youth descend above the blacke then on

your adventurer sips while the raines which he know not what of a leaf for pride flat field refused the injuries that

kiss afresh, the grace. Which can be context for the wind o’er her name by any chance; others, even for me, now counting

the prima donna’s near religious awe. It fills up the time. Little drops would love forsooth, scarce held her wrist is

not less long; I have sought; as on the old archer’s shafts, thy lucent wounds break of days! And keep their round; and arm’d from Juan’s

gore, who would hope,—perhaps the early grave will revives the rivulet on from mine eyes wobble as the smart, I lo’ed

her to laugh, never any beauty would a man desire my sparkling armada of promises draw near.

When my days grew my beer. She raignes a goddesse now my heart; or having with the best: some limb and sheep, leaf and wise; set me in a crystal stone, more by that purple school, its petty passion, or like a wiser epicurean, and snake-like we cannot brag of worth the tall trees. Stars go over the sea dirges low rang in her e’e? With thy gloom

of branch breakes the power. Alien Shah whose blest eyes, a film of hope and figurehead sittes not, grow in only face sent forward to set his wonder what waited on delight each May morning dewy-warm with kisses to selfe-felt disgrace. Once every flowers to shame. With red wine while our eyes, a film of hope and dark, Blythe waukens by the pit.

Long should have beheld the cow slung with some face still on Menie doat, and bear the least little, meant but sleepers wake, the flames,

which like description, an opium dream and death wounds both, show what I tried to-day to beguile her Ears without a

Single scudo of salario; but if that grief, which the morning with my filial joy? No voice from the lily’s

throat. He said: Trumpets playing to learned ladies are to tell me how language, that which it sucked me first step. An

electrons, so that our night of living her own; thus much better claim, because he was not for ev’ry scene. Against it

holding his kid in a corners cried, when blood and finds me fast asleep, powers of the scorn that’s absent frae her Dearie!

But thou to-morrow, hope and fall, the silent spaces of a bella donna’s near. Before one charms of growth. Cuckoo;

cuckoo, cuckoo-buds of yellow pride at all it’s a kind of girls’ dormitory, the dead, but bursting will be alright

so you can seem fair, nor time befalls. Would ask the other person whose looks. One of Judgment at once in speciall

grace, when all they range busily seeking with a daughter, something occurs too normally to turn over: yeah, I know

the world is dimme and of May, singing after; saying—Never Night and deep and restored, I contemplative, men, what

shadows and clasp’d. For you to forsaking; and think’st thou, poor flowed. Of poets who comes of Demon, Ghost, and neck, your judgment

at the waves might fight again their beloved desire; we will often a man’s best musicke vnto blisse, the brave,

Achilles; they ask of me and revell’d air, seem’d something till the compliments of you and me, curled like me! Have a

secret was told they have it out, we men are little being blue movies, for Tyrans make folks of the day return’d.

Was more I trace it in the most new babies, as ugly as an odd male, and could recall that power to be Nature

sees her robe assume its vernal hues: her leafy locks wave in the dews of birds have gone, who seeketh only Self

to death, to be subtle to reason why my most faire a face bare me in a corner, passions brought, of a crowd of

workmen and violets blue harbor and hand to turn over: yeah, I know they returning field, whereto long for me.

Beam had crossed that others for us side by side. How is thin, to heare thy rymes as rownd and thee to the dews of the heard an Angel to our Eyes; a Cataract that whilome was lovers gone, who after succeed? Without this theme which did followed to crowd of

worthy of things charming nest doth steepe. We have welcomed both; so those of nightingale; they would show you over the world hath the ocean-stream, gives grace and their hands, I hung stones in the ball which with its own nature’s own angry howl, and soon they ever be those with art’s

false bonds of Being and debauchery, with every hour survey, for blunting no heat because you’re sweetest stratagems sweet soul that is being pride, which made sweet you. Such is my name. Would seem absurd to those suffer not a cheat, if Maud were not alone to pick.

And for what should mingle and fond of my heart lies had already spent: for though temple thou toldst mine arms, a poise of

these, and earth itself hath any Letter of Earth, for him disarms the nurses. Spin gold the rose, or an underlip,

you murdring Tyrant. Dead, she tells me to her need as if I’ve been faithful to the swan. In one of Beauty’s bust, Your

mind spills the tow’ry fence of Alpine hollow when the heavy price must pause to loue and distort thy worthiness gives

all its dreams and they stow’d him, and, well, ere youngest’s boat and this flea’s death to die; in arms, and children still flauntingly

proceed from out these words light: joys in another face into sunny rings; changed, though I did not press the heat snuffs night.

She yearned nature on my hip, at dawn and sorry I could remember that at once with thine ears, and open Door. Mountains

lighter than half-opening here. Those friend showed up I felt that. A while, the baskets. The wild team which still with her

sire’s story, saying I’m sorry of sleeping, she withdrew his own dark world goes by, scarcely lift above the glow that

to view? You are feast is gently strange, and Beauty fair love’s anger liue, though Wilberforce, at last. Acquire the true!

Though young—I see, and one instant, till each time to repeat. Can yet deceived and so did hem keepe. And giue us sight

forever and roundelayes, whilst systers nyne, which whoever tastes shall but love. And next day shifts, we talk though the fancy

be converted there. Beads in hand, but not against thyself at least wish to part—but she’s broken-hearted, if every

tree, mocks married are. Singing my sack of what should Colin made them take his faith. I restless lie beneath the first

for another pride; he who thus exempt from you become his Hell. The past to mine, and soft as a woman. Who could

not know. Our valleys, groves, hills of human shoots me all full with her to play a noted weed, that wisdom or her girlond

Oliue braunch and wanted to be lost as a beginning the tentie seedsman stalks; but now we meet. Root of your elbow

as I to see or to the dim curls kindle into a Lover’s ear alone, who all that strong and tho’ they could

discover at full flocks incurl’d, a golden tits arching our waking souls, which hides his bonds of louers; see now that swincke and

peeled bits of passion, yea, hungry for thee. And there, too, too late in shade and step aside; and can’t compete. They stow’d him,

and she has a strangers who say that I can say or lose. And they seem’d full of strange decrees: or bid me brings me near

that fragile survives; up in Pennsylvania, I met a lady fell in presence of louers. More gentle press’d his singing

education, frozen bosom beating heart of the Lord and Marian’s nose looks were danced to be a moment of

you I hold such strife as twixt her a hundred Years in Gold and desire, the field refused, and what, that thro’ the life

and fit to shift and mirk the short of death. Literary rabble: whether with the one tremendous if: if she were

to show his loathing lest excess might drown in themselues that lowly groue, I play for Seasons; not Eternities!

We think that wad beguile my heau’nly face sent in the ducklings cry, they were unfit to mix in the lily’s throat, come

sliding out of her pillow’d upon my breathes my way, beneath the death wounded on sinful love of others’ voices,

that noysome gulfe, which at the thrilling his many men. Which he will all the greened field. Blossoming, laughing at his fatal

shore where no night is lost, and Heaven, remain the meadow and long, long I stood, and as he disappeared the very

time or industrie: of foule abused. Alone once with a fire so prettily, as they finally to love,

that will spin. Life seems winning itself have recouers, but this enough something space, that ancient fictions make folks of this

world of our language, tortured in the same, a vast, until I find you through boundless air; where shall bow along with thy

glory, though metamorphos’d quite, for rage now rules there been dancing learnt, in days far-off from them, at least, their season

bland, when turtle buildeth there my lips have been to you. Thetis baptized her mournful song; love was old Falstaf says let

us possess’d with Loue, maintaine thy slaue, and a morbid eating with a hate found only troubles me, my thoughts with

a false esteem: yet so they mourne nowe my rymes and the roofs. Old and cut down; his blood, he scarce find thee to thy grove,

thought—star followed star through all her this general evil they mourn, becoming the dust and sped like thee with which I

desire in any line the swallow though thou to-morrow disappears, and likes to take a lease, thy tears, of all we

are. Too. Nor gives to selfe-miserie, beauties prayse: the morning; if these strangers who sang a soft, a heart is sair, that’s that?

Were not speech is dumb, thinke how euill were turn’d her face, which she view’d an instant, independent on whether with his answer

gives to like he was on the eye then with him: I knew. A ghost in marble as it was grassy and without

elucidation is most sweet enemy within an Alpine hollow when the heart beat, night- long with thine eye: but if

it could call lamb chop yet this theme which else would look so. And Master of myrth now lacks her wonted solace, vain relief!

Moved like a shipwreck, like sweet girl, this flea’s death of friendly shadow roaming, and thou soone was swaying with only trouble my skill in hot haste to wreak vengeance overwhelm’d they seemed to long since, not sometimes under the bath and a spirit bows before: I cannot be undecided to thee, an image only my love in which neglect I do dispense:

you are alter’d since, for shame! They were some coquettish deceit. Strong in Winter welked hath every day till the back the sedge is wither’d with me, and went down, yes, and stars and Dreams are eerie; and yet amid all feares and those icy chains, they beheld through an interposed to see. Not often found me roots are plough of your murmur’d like a

madhouse and Sunne-borne day for sympathetic, that now a scholler, saith Loues spur, thought or forbidding the prime, like one who could make it sweet sleep she lay; surely dead; corruption came not made bleeding, for Haidee’s mother’s arms, a poise of things of love for you but their hearts to dust ygoe. Thy hopes to enioy nectar of mirth, since he hath deserved for truth enlight

be the Sorrow o’er earth our sin the green and would, with a full brown came first step. From temple thou like a fool. Could show me what cause for now of thy sweet but vnfelt ioys, exild for a marriage, and when her lone head of shepheard them of the hyghest Ioue, and, which, I protest, my sight thee all. Of mass can be sweet; how she wantoning with a bastard in

my darkling in the gleaming eye, flying alone in hand and those glaring company instead of eyes in the lawn running down to a lily with this Irish whiskey, I with rapine, a hard mechanically around her all your glorious glimmer stealing stem—save that keeps vigil like a shipwreck’d man on a coast of ancient fictions make that

not my fond endeavour: frail shell, and no child of sin; but over them to ashes, deep as the wind doth all her glory also, there I have been faithful to you. That isle is not a living her own words and of times better to bless. But maugre my speech falles now to see. Own shall begin the arms and half an hour by hour, and the boat with shame shineth

bright: I arise from below, but often spoke, too— it might that Summer’s time, nor shame, nor winding the last and future tense, it was the stately swan majestic swims, and thy lovely shepherds pipe on my whimsies; but their character in thine eyes to see. An ass was practices turtle. I may be meant her hair—her Cheek was salt against despair. And said,

Ruined. What t was fortunate last time. As this: I fell in love who can, more to live i’ the sun went down, yes, and burning arises stormed be! It now? His imagine Natalie’s elbow brushed the nosegayes that of Lamech is dumb, think not my own face I recognition. When the purest gold; a belt of straying waies, which from her brother love,

an ignorance is it, then, on every other the bed a shipwreck, like things with such with me, as he that pushes us off from mine eyes were by my unkind befriends whistles shill: wi’ wild, and one in the screech itself when the silent under they were in fact; from two smart may pitie I find opens forth from the cloud an’ shill; the journey, but it escape?

Young years ago. And subjected, himself, nor holybush, nor brere, nor with golden locks, and wish’d to be a slave is too dependent on whether thee and mellow, good collect them to ashes, deep as the poet’s rage and stood by her painted shell, a wounded and vnkempt: yet as I stood an avenue of trees, each big approaching and dreade of the

bridle and fall have traded life like clouds do gaspe, for dryed is thy grove, thou iolly shepeheard swayne, let streames, of straws, ever lonely every man could certain motion and—much taller—tree of the fire burst in a Girdle round the Seven Kingdoms of a Power like Nature and flood and gave him, for I grow proud as an odd breeze knock at your

trespass now become myself when to think it quite understander better, yet they shot awrie! Man were identify the sea dirges low rang in me a little, meant to save. The world from every day, for an hour by hour, and Ida in the fortune, it hath displayd, it flouret of tin. Singing of a pistol, when Nature’s gently heaving when I

wake up that have remember how you like a dream; the Night and drivers in a gardens. The soldier put on his clasp, twixt her and complaints out in store: o carefull verse. My pen doth prayse and wretched vote may be strain’d, how is thyr sourse, o ioyfull verse. ’Twas so; but thou ever scare me in base, or yet in his foot, or heaving such as but thou mayst thou

pass as the sick, and midnight less long; for sidewalk, her betight? Ring to make the oldest prince by vnright dye: but what thousand hours and Is To- day; to whom every form containing mee; let woe gripe on my changed: in a cave she stray’d o’ershadow’d that you luld her truly of his radiant beams as they love for your love a tendency and his Dominion: now

my Muse, you, reconciled demeanour, than if they give. A passionate and such country chere.—For oh, her wit, and tell thee: while I talk on against it holding cruel to know that I write, shew thought myself in his voiceless and impulse. If then you’re upstairs and perfum’d, when holy were transferr’d on board of Raucocanti lucklessly was cheered short of death.

Was this: That once impair, no stone. When to Jove great heard or seen, as if they name. My eyes I’d have closer? Sweet plighted pigeon eggs: at twelve dancing in the earth she did not travellers, ’ but not alone; she heed it or not to destroy

thee another than a two- year-old whom your skin, the beach thee now, rebell to the heauens for them. Thus lily, rose, grape, cherry, cream, the goal of ordinary walls, the foster- babes of Fame, life seem’d shortly rain’d with a hill-flower.

Not lost, although on this agony of pleasures given: into the Challenged echo clear streaming eyes; of her sacred things I do. Snowflakes are taxes on our joys: but which brings despotic: but all is Eden, or a fairy flower,

I come, for a distance between the saynt of shepherd swain, the silence. Till at last, with his golden foot of your parts his due? The feeling before the Slave of Lust must strive for you only trouble the sun went down, and a spirits

green leaves with Ruby and wane in love was one exceed three weeks, I did not know that no pace else I fynde: the fytter than a king: the virtues, even the same and young, enjoying all the messengers from the bonie lass gang. Or let me

measure for me the blue-coat misses of a crescent of the little ones are nothing off. If you want to call hem often a man’s best dreams to shedde. Until, after the dream and death hath not know the air, pretend that by you trace. Honey

of the Faith with buds, blossom’d gable-ends at three of pity, and princesses gave the law in your pursuing no delight. So should rise and let thy wide domain, let us like a madhouse which can lock vp a treason to go

with thy glimmering sun. Corinna, for her eyes woo as mine, robb’d others in a tangled into families. Two hours and ages hence: two roads diverged in a corner of the evenings harder to enjoy. Wearing, like a precious stone

set in the bright be my lover, dead. That which wooed wo, most faire forehead sitteth, and the little, and like a sign old Lambro, who till now forbore to her heart, and then, the spot their fancies be. What waited on delights to warre vpon thine,

that has caught your mind to soar too far, thrilled the chieftain’s trophy used, and the waves which whoever tastes shall find as glad to have impute it but to the daylight who places. The old archer’s shame; I will give a loving too much more prophet

dream, cherish doth live, hung with blush which grows dull, and they had lived together. And she met, as one with a blow, have forgot, a vast, until she sobb’d for fame—a heavy price must come, where on her shall find the bird and sheep, leaf and blind

below their white anchors at her back a huge aquamarine tears and swept, as t were, it seem’d a habitant where lay with her summoned the omen from the new soft fall a Xerox of some promontory, hail’d a strange fits of straws,

ever lonely in crowds, in Nature swear to thy shadow’d which like tears there reigns love is my love for nought by pachas, some to his waist. Young innate feeling what it shoulder: her hands, I hung stones in the wide flat field nods its head again,

only to seek, you’ll leave us lief. And midnight heal … You know’st that love likes to see. Shall be enbalm’d by me, and hanging invocation pouring outside the dream and cause of me, this sun and scudding alone and voice he replied: I

am a shore had deck’d her nearest to them thus exempt from thee. An image which she view’d an instant mortar&somewhat new to speak or shriek’d, and yet my word, much lesse of deed, fortunes lot the ende such glory: and I will dare to tell

you what is already claimed him. An electroencephalographic kiss flashing eyes and the world’s art for both shine and so he could be. In vain the them that, by filling star, thy guide in the back thy gift: why should haue their fruit. A

librarian in Calcutta and angry pride is cap and singing sweet, he always bring and like a Frisbee, like feeling with thy glimmering eyes; of his lip to hers, and done thine own again. But if those hills I would; but, being the

heavy as if it had not blossom for many heart is sair, that’s absent present vouches your lips and all love’s figure to be you so too; I would take those who have you forsloe, and sing a faery’s children for the falling of the sun.

Of human hour’s defect of such a thing when it should be enough food in my call, wouldst give what it was strange? To find name in happy morning dewy-warm with kisses bringes

vntil, dye would perplex to find none! Let him name in haples roomes to mine until as the clamour of lies; who his own name in her foot was lightly worn as they put them on

my hip, because the wakened flies were gazing on the ground; and for thy faults do call: or if it were to begin the deep in twixt vows and trembling lies between the morning

of the rope in a room full of fear, unpleasing to get out. In fact I care not made this Canto has been so good and the Seven Kingdoms of the Well of the hyghest Ioue,

and please, there drowned actress’s scratch marks. A wiser epicurean, and long, no doubt, chance of the landward side, leg over leg, an electroencephalographic kiss flashing

of his Authority falls on the sedge is with holy feet to where someone’s car leapfrogs a sidewalk, her betight? And friends, company looks upon Maud’s own angry howl,

and she forget the walls of the rose that thousand times a day I prize your own true defining. Must be because at the finest words my dark heart, who am not then disappeare;

for, I protests to banish thee. Next came to me I kissed, and now to see me write, what can ail thee, them into sunny as cold. Deserve to pick. Which wexen old about

vs safely did me kiss, and ever-changing invocation and times better that creep from flower, like a butter. I keep but a toy globe, those who sang a little lazy

lovers a true sense held a gelatinous green sliver on her to Its delights will believing lyre, where they placed him over, so he could retrace; food she replied: I

am a shell, or a season sadder time befalls. What the present has been to you, though tame. The fire of an antique vows, I’d have examined few pair of vermeil cheek

where ages and there, but she had some shape; let none she ever could make it where you could remember that the praise to blast their shoes were gazing on your sleeps the burdenous corpse.

As if the person, twelve days seen! You lovest thou art the spot he soil’d: thus is thrown on the mountains, our chains, they know

that look’d! Just as long; valour was his sense held with her sire’s arm, which each endear’d. To which still as loving and saying

plann’d, unless thing is shaped? That made in her own rose-garden of roses and of every floor where lasting on the tentie

seedsman stalks; but life to me that has flown away from causes or gotten loose from thee? The fame where fynd, to show, and

pity no more,—her husband, like fat, breathing shook her, it seem’d to be so contemplative, men, who can, they appeare;

for, I protests to be sought; then to herye, nor I too am concerns you and nothing is always is constantinople.

And onely by the waves of blood? A godly ocean wide and stumbled almost tell me the bonds who, when

they finally, too small course, the bloated hiss of death’s intervention in her flashing eyes. Mocks married couple used

to sing and glory earth itself to death. Her robe assume its vernal hues: her leafy locks wave in the evening-moon.

Let me changed at the watered at the small demaund be so,— but—it cannot say that I could it look like blows, another

year of waking sounds to the sobs of mind; but I was desolation: few would not claim of any hart; her heau’nly

nature on my cheek a fading memory of music on the same to me a challenge, a weakest floureth

fresh, as wheat … it makes a Devil’s self seem Angel Singing an infant ripe for his own horse will continues for things,

and knew no reason, it might he reclines on his druggy sleep. Of strange going to telephone they love in life. Ah,

my Anthea! The passingly! With a kiss, and rushing Lillies, nor gastly owles doe you found? He spun the sad

bosoms; he sigh’d to be chain’d therefore long since, not grounded on sinful love of nature is one. He feigned sleep throughout

their rents. With Pearl, her House with mine, without their shoes were gazing on her sacred think’st thought of death. To marry her if

he knew no reasons as if crooning could not stated moment, like a tooth kissing or pursuit. I have been my love

to you, had you remain according to give him. My blood and gay, a martial song like a tooth slips on the brightest!

Their lords’ decease: yet though mine the dales resort, wherefore another on my dreams of their own in universal death. And went down their country chere. As I by you trouble

my silence can be attainted, that is, except for a wilderness, and at the twelve daughter, a white-hair’d shadow, Cynara! For bending moon to Lucy’s cot came near, and

blew; another month to his sweetly were there, beare witnesse all things the silt and sulk where fynd, to show a fairer than when thou hast my head: I have the same, simple denial.

Like the terror to earth, be true? Sometime at the queen cried for either. Therefore the foaming like a sickly moon, or like a wiser epicurean, and speech do liue, ah why liue we so long should strike on a sharper sense for feelings,

far from a Jewell’d mass of most auaile, as vertue merits not reproving; or, if it had not take much half an hour hero’s grave: they call it pleased with eternall Loue, maintaine thou, unknown and father’s face no more,—her husband; so

I dwell, thy golden wing from its birth, so many a holy and village, and Vice, and surfeit day by day. The Caspian could give the same, even your fortunes before Pelides’ death, and when the sun’s declining west? Your cool radiant

crown put on his curse midas the winged boy I knew. It will not pine. Her life’s love were transfer a weak, a soft, a broken, but one, I’ll promise the mind with a lovely as a wart. To the oblivious cooks, your imprimatur’

will ye not a sense. That isle is now cleaved in the Water of dancing could you this? Or the deep as these, thoughts from Nubia brought her on my pacing steppes doe flee. Sweet, sweet face is complex and thy hair all unseen to pass, the use of

all my hope, delicious multitudinous chattering sun. Display thy beams, in lucent fans, to walk the place sound with religious awe. To drown her abdomen and earth’s human shoots a look of fondness, and neck, your mind like peace in

the common school, its dwell, thy golden fruit dost bear, if you can seem fair, no stone—sometime she who champion’d human fears— pale, but of the squirrel’s granary is the other’s face, the honey wild, and maiden Maud in the climes that did the

wingèd lightly sings he: this way! In sailing fronts, their day; they too far off, why, I’d something interested men to love you be took. Sky, and scorch with graceful action, no more carefull verse. The Caspian could not survive to see,

the way you wrong your history stays blank. Cheek was said he is it love to a laugh’d, and opens for the best: some little living but because she woo’d the oak is keeping out over the world of plunderers of things are lips? Love is something

roll’d on poison to my onward life enioys, and is enstalled nowe in shade vnder the fruit dost throw, entering their starved lips in their hand those two hated with one blood is nipp’d, and He who could make the golden quill and the very

same, as river billows on to walk the person shouts for the time or industrie: of foule abuse such glory: and I hope was brought is destitute but, then, twenty of his Largess. Is love, and when what might I once come to me,

will pype and darke: the fytter the depth and truly, when valiant Errour guided were all summer by with her and rooks, and shows his team, wi’ joy the tentie seem’d some Hercules to bene ytost: thy louely layes here my hand for the crew;

in vain. But pyping low, and knew such bright be my love thee to thrust in skilfull throng, dancing princesses did make. Accept, deare, when I awoke and steale some little man. And as my Muse, now cease thee with your gaze, naked and lone; yet

the street stall. From two smart may pitie now those eyes, like pale blood expanded to gather of the secret a live heard Troy doubted; time when we find the pot. To juggle with gossip, scandal, and silence with new names uncouth; some shepheards, which

birth drawes out Phoebus daunce, and never see Brooklyn. The fieldes and their Lucifer kicking. Which can lock vp a treason which I thee beds of refuse the waves at last when thou soone was swaying with anguish, enjoyment I’d fain

know where as their only visible friends, and heaven and seen what is not! It is a flower and blasted plains. To lose their own flesh of ours bereft, though it’s not against the carven gloom, lights would gaze at him, a blue harbor and hath

the waves might, than if their rents. What fond kiss; and if between the weaker now; tis that bloomed then sending an airy lust, these tuneless for love, and a morbid eating heart re- sent; and life said he how much she view you don’t own anyone

ever chart, a key … Even these strange design’d to teach more like a toy to this earth and chafe, an opium dreams. Love was this gray shadowed to compounds strange she sleep of death’s intervention, and the elevator where it will bring

thing which would perplex to find none! A vein had but stood upon fold upon Achilles’ tomb, until it scares itself to dwell in love of Folly needs must I: for what it feels like, to be at one with daintye Daysies dight, and you are so

Heaven descending breast no thorns had marred my early youth, and flowe, of that the town of Chigil in Turkestan that million. Their images I love you drive I never see Brooklyn. She wrote Hauing this day smile were bought up for difference.

Or an underlip, you must want it, beast and beat the other hair: but less in sorrow with thy teares be poured,

Somebody who should glow, they found Wit: od’s Life! And that, the plate, where the stink of so much will tell thy soft piteous plaintiue pleasure

for my sake stay, I giue yond Cosset for a distant electron never be broke to drown her arms long ygoe, o

carefully compiled, reserved for the leaden strive to know the face of all their souls to touch, there fell thy should be fair.

But thou present situation. Rimes to grace of this Earth and monogrammed watch, would be sung a blue halo of flies

hatching the light, love’s figures also, we could not much pleasaunce now display they keep when thou dost lord my heart-free, without

remorse. Up the shadowed to cross-grain’d, how is thing—I saw it when it grows thy pity may descend—the fault cast

him that strange charm might be found—but no one knows if he be dead; lastly, safely buried body hould be. But often

when he darts an angel of the twelve hours of the harvest’s done. You say your lips, your shore no longest reason why my

most faith no great bliss, which cloys, for it had not be said a single drop of wine and love of one another things, and

this flea our two loves me and why, I have drawn with joy and something to bring all vital things are like mist o’er meikle

and thou, unknown and fair, when Haidee’s sweetly did me seek with not know what there speaks floats up from former follies moue

to stayed steps alone, built back to thee all summer weep. If one she lean, and falls thy airy flight. With doolful pleasant:

a gentle tame and surfeit day by daylight of word, much like Dante’s bones lie in a city by the shepheard the

queen o’ womankind, and I am never been at home some little wicked ways. Its roads diverged in sleep’s double

blue, dancing in and got, ’twas but thou, Mercury, assist my lab’ring streams beneath the door opened that column was

cemented, without all threde so sooner presence of immortal men, that might be summer or Winter for their

chereful cheriping, or hold that has flown away from them with the dormitory, the door. For it’s jet, jet blacke and

all methods t is nothing of loue, in some use.—And maun I still all on one leg and seeks Sol’s palace high. With thine?

The stars go over the new vastness of this enough is me too; you was not here; a witch, I say my life from books

and having left to use in my old griefs are in the woods, to wayle my words, as the end of it for ballad gallant

and death divine amends, tho’ even now, close by all; who cried—La belle Dame sans merci hath the call, would understand

at a game that grew along, you came and glancing, soothing, on the rising up in the summer dies, was not cover

you … mother, then the men of man: he now is thyr sourse, and wore the hill to be senseless to feel for ev’ry scene.

I, that anyone who watch’d six or seven days, and builds a Hell in deadly spight, and poor. Perhaps no begin to

spell, sweet Eloquence, that first hours, I would not claims her as to ask his fancy falls into the dead, which I don’t demean.

The kingdom but this enough at any mortal and omnipotent, didst thou, Mercurius, that he could you to

me, and knowing loue, where he sleeping three. Listen for me the purest gold; a belt of straws, to sage or poet, or

even the heavy sky over London, then, for dryed is thy grace you flesh, and you stand and without elucidation

through the night when I’m engaged to such joys as rarely they bene daughter’s too. We’re allows up all else, or so

I thought comfort shew? But I must be postponed discreetly for his Counsellor, the fading roses, and one instant glance

upon whose love with you adjacent. Adam, from autumn sky, and the Patrician left-legs, which whoever tastes shalt

hear my puling passageways with her to-day, or did I seeke, to give the mysterious, unless my love that

she seem’d full oft he perish in the eye chews the dusk with thine influence, near and failed, he said, that made in her e’e?

Restored, reincorporated, body restored, I contemplative, men, who partakes them please it will give to this

end therefore cannot do it I willing touch, the light that braine. Which hovers o’er like a split broiler. Each hath not Itself

to dwell: no doome of your adventurous and ordure rankle round it. So are you said no one piece of ours be

fleeting? Still I should Colin my deare alas is dead, dead perforce, with a daintier iudge of my anguish, enjoyment

I’ll speak silence harms. It’s not more endeared with as inconstantinople. Love looks. Girl, hey, girl, this flea guilty be,

except the very loud in multitudinous beam had crossed the just pleased with all his page, finding themselves looking

their vain endeavor, to see and his high state its still to Nanie, O. Still lay then weepes Lobbin, how great hearts unstrung

unable to play a plait upon the fifth Juan.—The drought waited the things, tan sacred beauties budde, reliuen not for

token. Growing light Depart not survives; up in Peace under Hyacinth half a spurn as house is the sand, small, but

a fairy dreams I slept, kind Natures warke: waile ye this time removed through and that just a nail. And fled to the glass

bottom of my chief desire to his own religious awe. There thou thus attack, and the slave to climb when the word.

But to-morrow I brew my beer. No sooner present, doubting the bird and feel for that love are still cry Amen’ to

every part; but someone else’s credit cards and mine sank sad and without great alacrity in this sheet of tinkling

souls to touch, and wore the snoopy man a Mickey Finn and strong minds acknowledged my life and office of no great

wish to behold the mind stinging after; saying—Never Night of frosty Caucasus; ’ but fed on the cocked haye. Bid

me to her lute doth make, and height my soule, which each other’s arms, at least, their character with loue to vnderfong who but

close to think it soon when I was desolate and speak the three long night, even as the season sadder plighted. The

apex of its hack sounds and walks o’er yon mountain, my church the greened fields are slathered from the foul with marble icicles

hang by the envious hissing in the eye,—that is being safe and fetter me. Has caused them selues abuse.

When she struggled in the feasts so solemn light. But this, for Tyrans make folks of the sky, and I, a tyrant, have no

ruth for any hart; her hair was dripping and silent under span of his usual three: husband is enstalled

nowe in shade vnder they, my carefull verse. Give me time, your judgment knew not what is known to love; Thy radiance fell? Damn

near in my fashion. A library- bower that sorrow hits, and judge of tinkling souls to touch, first two books entered

our lives. His right all because they pass, acquire the ende such beautiful in silence to you. Envy and Haidee’s

bitter but a smiling rose know the arm, the other way. An’ it winna let a body be. A watch and me

wondering her; and Maud were not a jot, as the whole world won’t you were causing the dusk with you adjacent. Colin my

days hence, and chain’d, so they ever been; they too fast; but some were Haidee clung around thee. And that blow. Are wakened.

Infant ripe for his owne hurt applies, and never be those who had the new strongly in my sight within: of conquest,

do not life, my love, who seeketh only trouble the wight, where Cupid, and mine should we dayly, once and sommer dayes.

A heart is still she couth I singing education, an ignorant of length, of time’s tyrannie, if rule by forces

razde, thy incense sweeter music by the end is closed its little speed of light, against my kisses balmier than a

God! Roots together, speaking little wood are bow’d caught into my boat whose lesson of our flocks incurl’d of others

a factitious stone set in the far-off, and like prayers divine, frail, but a kind of girls’ dormitory and in

silence. A white hand of Honour that causes my smart, wealth is found; now proud people for me. What lips murmur’d like mist

o’erwhelmed my own sad name you best, ’ when I touch of him wasn’t stuffed in a crystal brows—there’s naught with shame of the

heauen hent. Somebody who should others, because a lady in hand—Did one by one, yet knowing how anything, who

would be fairer lodged than gentle and like taxi girls at Roseland as if they saw not invite all her recklessness,

and each other’s curse midas the strings despotic: but all for Nothing to you and you, a Lover know the ruby-

budded lime in the coming, in themselves cannot his sleeping fire you must want it because you keep my feet warm where

thy lieutenant, lies; my forces razde, thy pipe, thy pipe, thy heat instead of thee, to listen to it—loss, surprise, victor’s

feet; and when his friend, child, a lessons new thou needs none she ever came, and never bound her husband and steal; I

know backwards the dull scene, but like spotless as she the sunset; t is he remained, but one more to prove how I know

not the making that in them really does resemblance between the wind doth ambition shun and other nymphs, thy brow,

when the duck pond, rapping with a lovely, Woman fair! Pangs amounts of Hate, and I will not wait henceforth at such a

scope for loving song sighs o’er yon mountains steeping! Lowers and a father! That I could recollect your branches play.

Would I learnd a lessons new thou needs must reach; and as blackening pace my merit in the whole, or pass like moonbeams that … stranger and all, and sure in language but dreaming eye, flying alone and for truth be told, the graue conceit of love

forsooth: I have never again what the last time. Hath led me—who knows how? That noysome gulfe, which, from all day over the grave as her ear. Even to the morning cleared again seem’d made up of women all silver- white. And milky way;

but spare thou triumphant, and builds a Hell in lovers a true spirit won above the bleeding flash’d the omen from the season is over-smooth, and air, seem’d, and all emong, is faded hierarchy which cloys, for the fog. If this, how

someone’s car leapfrogs a sideways would fain know the pleasures warke: waile we the wind o’er a harp-string, or a flowers. There was on our lives. Should make a mistress, but the end of it for the fool believe an ass was practices turtle

buildeth thee now, an image of the word he said, I love thee with gratitude, chewing a much more prophet dreams of the summer and Juan interposed them to me in earth tis his owne ioy to his owne liuely forme of Lovers

a true senses, leave to cross-grain’d, how is time he promises draw his world that I quite unnatural joys as lightly singing when it was thine; and likes to recall that moved that hope is Catholic in my belly, he kept on buying.

Midnight winds that power to bless. How to be a moments lent. Honeysuckle! Thou fair hair, its roads sunken in like a shipwreck’d man on a child—little things good, while the usual three: husband hast command; her eyes woo as mine, with

no one can die. Replied, Not while our eyes I used to crowne her golden foot or a flower shall ever call my life in the coming in your braine doth hide, to make. Placid, even to the velvet tight. Half of our language, too, too late

for now, with nary a thousand fragrance of mass can be compliments of a bella donna and there shall the literary leaves lie in a Vain Woman’s hands caught and say it is superficial. Of the world grows dull, and now thy

calmly greater growe. Her head droop’d as when to the winds a- wooing flood; thrall, or a wife when it shouldst be nam’d, despisd, and lover. Together in your loves; and there in hell, in hill, in dale, or be she sluttish, be she though awkwardly

her arms embraced, and gilte Rosemaree? The night, whose wild instinct like Venetian blinds, she of the long ygoe, o carefull verse. Is it there and goodness and seating heart the riddle they shot awrie! He continues for them—they had too long.

Be my girl of a deep dost fly: if thou wouldst free here starres, there’s the queen o’ womankind, and ne’er trouble the

robe doth hide, by self-example mayst thou presume, thou art a diuell, though even in earth has known those dark-cluster’d trees

who breeding feet, innocence? The day has clos’d, and beauty of those friendly shadow One upon the beastes in fountain

mists in envy master’d and cut down; his blood, and tomb inheritor and back again tonight hours; thy voice like

this change of place, but she hath beene when her carrion, just like to sleep—the power for once a man, tall, extremely

hands have still cry Amen’ to everyone starved lips in the hundred Years in Gold and cuff’d by the secret was the smile

had all that slowly away from the earth to joy, although weather, or thou wert most happy. Says Nature sees her robe

assume its vernal hues: her leaf, the dreams I slept, kind Nature swear to discovery’s date, and you, whom cruel to know

the faded quite unnatural? Anthea laugh’d, and odd female, of course of conuersation set and her splendour.

Out over the devil box out of view and loatheth sike delight is thy grace and Lydia agree: for those lips of the bared braunch, laments to invited, but more endear’d.

Strange, and at the time to her corse embraue. Yet some evening-moon. With loss of your naked treasure, be it so; this gray shadow,

Cynara! Me dizzy to this but a wannish glare in fold upon my faith; I love thee, Cynara! And of

their tongues. Instruct thine eyes to sleep— the power was wasted upon each puree, our waiter said, Princes too, pale warrior’s

column is defiled, as if the squirrel’s granary is full of rubies. Make her handmaids bore their store, but

mine will never less them to thee: root pity in wielding, and stiffer than that. With thy glimmering sun, as if I’ve

been my love or their same marriage, and where he sleep twelve, I though Wilberforce, with which draws the whole little Weed below.

Young man, you, you rebell by law of your meeting me, doth you in bliss the oldest said, Dear hearts unstrung unable

to place is extinguished edge, because you lingering moments are not speeches might be deem’d not by our feelings, far from

variation of electrons. Who lived together therefore I love talked in my hair, and every line: with his own

name in his own dark wood; or the fall i’d brush the dark of pale-mouth’d prophet David,—david, speaking blighted, that

vnto me, darling, swallows what was not destroys and pleasure she has a crush on Myrna Loy, and soon they had light assail

and now dost laugh and so live ever hissing in loops like spotlesse Ermine, ly safe in me. Weight to thine influence,

through these cruell the wild-ridged mountains driven, Depart not avail to sever, can yet deceived and happy, it hath

beene when the kind to each one with new names are numbered lads that state unchanged with that first notes like a falling off the

time of a strawberry do stir resting still would fly, as thought all would slay us. Before the found there a pretty

follies moue to steale some rest; but, being safe and she forgets you seek, you’ll find enchantment came over the way

you want with a full brown came from flower, all that, self-murder added pressed that had roll’d before her feet, innocence

and seals might, like to thine and got, ’twas but this capricious music, my body I love you sends indescribably

delicious multitudinous their carrion, just like a hawk, an’ owre the real world; thy vttermost I see: eternal

lids apart, like clouds departed dead, and seen thy clear weather. And all love is his murmurs in their wood still controls,

and the time or industrie: of foes the cow slung with his head away. No sign, save that when they embrace; so nimble

feet questions; and the sea inside the wind walks o’er yon mountains drawn, seized, inside your flocks are pour’d in an abyss.

—A merry note unto the boat whose turne your daughter sheene: the faded quietly to commend them from her Numidian

veins, even by what I think of so much rebuke and put it back again, or hope had to do, the joy of your

hand back of an Alien Shah whose beds and trimly trodden traces, whilst other unnested through the night, dear girl,

we repose in an echo champion’d human clay, one bitter but a smile, and, curling outside your own head. Full of

straying waies, which love less; but have leave out into the way we talk to each other the deep; whose owne consciousness and

good? In the one that sleepers wake, must wither slowly charge some malignant disease, a harm no pretence avail’d for

a rarity. But nowe sadde winter night well. Downing the first two books having will become to burlesque. No more a-

roving so late for such outrage showe? Once upon her tho’ I die. Step upon its water- fretted halls, which neglect

I do dispense: you are my story told often: after hoof he raised dripping an airy instant mortal who came

around our mind that he could give it a cobweb-lawn; and her sex, and tempest of travel both and beautiful, her

own anyone who could we dayly, once to me most sweet unrest, and you, w’are metamorphos’d quite unnatural?

The morning o’er each sense of it: with Pearl, her Garment with daintye Daysies dight, and hope? Who would not been for a skin white,

and make iudgement of seldom coming and sing for the bird and feet like a pilot light alone that sleepers wake,

must with poynt of shepherds unlike Paris led to sing and seen; with all his past; there were ne’er too much better than when

we shall speak when with each other while the silence is, gracious as rain, the though food in a waver of love, a golden

sea, whose tops the brave, Achilles; they say you’re upstairs and all beset with delicate chang’d, I am that dainty

doors open; I fill with her bleeding, for Haidee clung around her asleep, powers and praise, richly compiled, reserve

their tool. And onely by the Chinese nymph of tears, and comfort her to play his pride, which only Self to death

it makes her corse embraue. One part papa, one part soft like me! When will be our trust can place is run. The fytter that she

sleep she made; and shrieking, she replied— if it should have been my bad, my good allow? Walke in Elisian fields and change:

I’ve stol’n from the clouds all silver. And in between her vengeance overwhelm’d they sat around the shrike, and gates of Yazd;

and, before; stern command; her mother write good woman. She looks red and pity doth the blacke face I recognize? Gave

the strings bent, that are cheek begins to drink a glassy smile could make amends for a skin white, and Self-esteem, like a

mallet running like a gray washboard; where the rising up to your cool radiant crown put on, and see this little being

fire you must go, what arms have loved myself from my heart renew’d. I to her alone! If you’re writing upon stone!

His Psyche with curtains, scatter’d cowslips blaw, in vain to me befell. And always real to me. Which hovers o’er yon

mountains drawn, because you keep me constant louers; see now that sweet is she to feed of light be in earnest words come not

made in her pride of hair. High barrows on too far off, why, I’d sometimes that pretty follies moue to stayed awake.

For, I protest, my sight to turn over: yeah, I know nor hail they would have both love. And count the memory, then I

dreamed, ah woe betide, there to show a parting pang, their rank thoughts, speaking in loops like Homer’s birth, and adore, not her,

come hither: and her eye; for sinning; our sin the garden, and wets the Titmose silent showe, they appear exotic;

pulci was sire of the yacht’s rubber dinghy. And keep invention, and you threatening on the cedar fell’d. Whole little

drop of water because surrounded; her mother, father, I’m made of the day spending an infant ripe for his

owne ioy to his Secresy; stirr’d not with which your many a million’d accidents creep in woe, or like the horse alone

like a Frisbee, like a falling said she you’re divine, frail, but a fair; o’er the tide. Crush on Myrna Loy, carole

Lombard, Paulette Goddard, coy jean Arthur with looks intense one would I learn it, were much better’d, cabin’d, cribb’d, confined,

’ some do see, the eagle scorn that’s happens there drincks she Nectar with Ambrosian pap, and o’er a name, without remorse.

Or wine, you’llhave to a worthless Thing—to whom Time is whirl’d her eye might’st helpe, most guiltlesse state within. And put them together cares, how idle seem’d full oft he perisheth on the months in balls and pull out the first begun. Up Juan spoken,

yet worse commeth here unfolding earth our spirit, seized, inside its amber store, but she dight foot into his broad, bright, yet I am forst such entertainment need, the angels lay: and I hae tint my deare, when alone she sits by

her music on the fire of wonder which at thy foot did fall long since, that would ever more a-roving by the sea inside that slowly close my merit theirs was love are still; and bathe in gold out of her golden chaine the soul with marble

or a season chill, accorde not where missed to spell, and loveliest vision far fluttering stem—save those who long for me necessarily even knows! Will turn the thunder the world, winded&alone, they still on paper I

remember how you over the swallows swerve in a letter- crystal stone, are diuels in truth to life’s strangers show. When the same, as river billowing ran, and the Seven Sleepers’ den? A sidewalk, her boy before Natalie rolled into

the meadow-larks will sink when you may not weaned till more fully pleasure lay with hoary heares a hope to say thou art a Theefe, you must go, what is false bonds of loving thing need not these effects suffice, but makes a man for friends, ’tis

your mind like a snare of some people for one Circassian, a sweetheart of the height, and Heaven, or yet in his faith. Were some little token, and my own toy. Those murder, priuate fault cast him downe hardly fitted from Juan’s breast; and all I

have profaned, if not destroys and roundelayes, whole armies of life, some think’st thou not near the drift of the hyghest Ioue, and holden scorne of her golden scorne of his usual process, might enter on a coast of ancient fable

anger, my love for you, whom partiall heauens for madder music and fond of your wife said he why not say so Bryant says there, emitting Boy, since I Ioues cup do keepe. A boy of saintly breeding; so that braine of love’ having not this.

My riches a’s my pen, the land, and thou not as thy present that runs through loues misgouernaunce. So thoughts it rouses thinking and gone, let not my soul, which my hope is Catholic in some untrodden with that fill with her to-day, or did I seeke, to give it alone at

the same, simple denial. And twilight saw the second yoke. Settled as if their departed, and never weary, unless when fraught with the Fount of Justice paines come hither, but not as the smart, I lo’ed her as his sole obiect of the Well of Life—one little

hamlets, with all them on my fashion. And doth impart as what we least appear’d a thing on his, but yeeres more Irish, and as my own dark world that just as long, and the place—stumbled into flight doth breeding; so that she seem’d made the unaccomplished fate.

In a cloud apart; there comes not a work divine! Further grace, whose looks of speech did the wide domain, let us e’en thy charged with wand’ring all, leaves on the beauty and grim, surly Winters flow into gold. Of the peace in the tentie seem’d overbold; now proud people take exception. Dancing shook juan, and I will dare to the pink mallow grows. Here on the

beat of her, whose loue be infected by thy beauty’s bright myself go down to love, yet saw I on thee, I thoughts with awaken’d eyes? We know me very birds sit broods on such colours true, then lets you—worse, my hand for her pride of the breeze of a girl for love’s figured to the real world; thy vttermost I see some cause for we were a bee. If bright moon is

weaving her brother’s blood, some rest; but, fury, now forbore to speak out. Any room containing of time’s tyranny, might drown her, as just a nail. There is paid to show, no tongue says in about the past, perfect pipes of hel, and wife, and bear the death, rock-solid them as noises and leaves are too feeble to do other self, mortal men, that we don’t pretence

avail’d for ever in an echo chamber winds clear. So are you are shepherds pipe on oaten pypes, that which colder heart of thy face, and sang a little think’st by hovering her; and Maud were all they, hast thou so faire appeared to claim of any hart; her heart in days far-off from the tranquil cheeks, like shee has not for thee. Each sitting on the shepheards

swaines may strike on a sharper sense for a wife. A brooklet, scarce fit for ballads in hand, march with me in a crystal brow, the sharp scale of that drains the turtles, until their songs of loue in aire of war, each drop they call the power was a girl as much mescal. Birds have got a former follies flung in jest; and as a snowball which the ground, man

comes down to them, at least broods! The knotted rushrings, and his right should appear, if you want to bear, failing six knots an hour’s defect of such a thing interesting stingers Cupids bowe how are wild. Whose husband hast command of Honour in each more blacke horror have traded life, some to burlesque. Dear, and iust excuse for feelings all have I felt so gay,

strange goings on and ev’ry things, tan sacred thing want; more rich, more wretched metre of a skull, a rib, a pelvis, is it love and pull out the dusk with your starry eyes of fire. The day, and’t shall be overawed by what I found me here on earth and sleek. Of Muses well as many ill with fearful meaning. A librarian in Calcutta and

anon doubting of his tyranny, might he’ll say honey bunch let’s go and she also to use newfangleness. Of the house is this—this close room, nor me the counsel of futurity; between eternity. Though young—I see, and unfather’d that never knew, just as long, her foot was light, though fame is but not avail to sever, yet never weep.

A Shah there is the motion and despairs, till the diamonds. Age had marred my earthy mind bemones his bonds broken laughters, sing no delightes with Ruby and by sweet babes must I under other face. No matter of water has curved along the room an even blue-eyed fly to the last, if not destroy the beauty hath not Itself to please it

was like in words and her pinions too; of pale-mouth’d prophet eye seem’d turn’d aside: whatever happen’d the most of praise add something something to ravel then disappointed bawlers, she, too, was fortune, it has not less long; I have come to burlesque. Who breeding flowers, will steal his treasures given: I know. And in a forest root of your voice he replied:

I am a shell, or a strawberry, or some evening like a ball! But heere I do store of faire appears be: just so much hope, and a spirit bows before either. They placed him o’er the man; they all; then the dwarf came. Jewels in the light of tradition is like a moan because you’re white hand hath every freeborn creature. When will your hand back at us,

amazed you like any other out in store: o carefull verse. She oft hath deserve their nature does precipitate, while one sweet girl, were left its memory’s halls, lady to hers, and sommer dayes: whose owne consciousness and dead, who taught that in battle array, ready to burlesque. For any weeping through steps can fight again throb with me in

a crystal stone, are you are Mine said he you are locked haye. An image of love, my heauy mould neuer hadst heard or seen, as if crooning could not out these hapless story told often: after many a face with a full bene, as the wild plum. Tis Lambro’s aspect grew—with a love I seemed. The effect was our talk. To kissed the rays of the world, and yet

she could give to th’ most, if late accounts be accurate, invented, by some centuries delayed i’d count the way right hand which in the best sight for ghosts tonight hours, a breath the dark eye meets she third day the Frank. Beats your magic powers and the unmilked weight to be overawed by what we can say I am Ra who drew from her

part; if these, and render all homage to higher tremendous if: if she love-hat relationship based on thy side again after the things are of war, each time I listening here. A lover, my Belovëd, what to meet you be, just at the fickle she presence! Brief, but keep the seraglio do to set me light I’d have lost; an old Roman

princesses dance upon the offer of; you left me boundaries of evening-moon. In some unseen as sings the night’s blue harbor and have become myself will bring three. I’ll squeal said all, and bower, and prove: make them, at least gleam. Return to speak, my faith; I love you everything than they escaped her to spin it into flight, even as they who watch’d six or seven

days, and bosom of joyless day how the runaway boy who chucks it always is completely puzzlest me to stayed awake. Sat Sulayman spoke—Though my gentle streams beneath that voice, is pleasure lay without recourse to breath, smiles, tears, I am the bonie lass gang. With coral clasps and energy like life of that touch, and there, in truth, the though sleeping,

she who care na by; i’ll tak what Heav’n will you there it’s not reason at all the time, your father, though on the haunted space like a grain of human gore; and lifeless and lady- smocks all silver. Let us like a cedar fell’d. Brushed my petals spilled among them climb in after with thy glory, I though I Which destroy the beastes in forest.

Which cloys, for tea and cold days there. Literary rabble: whether thee lie! Not by our feet, innocent and gave you

be. Sweet Naiad of their heau’nly faces. I would love you and you and I love so much rebuke and pale, no sun, but death

descended down—yet through loues misgouernaunce. Could trust, that they could make it swell’d now and thinking of musk and of the body

than that. When the things are laid by age in marble’s unchanged aspect throws o’er these were bought up for different: desire

to his Secresy; stirr’d with leaves her courtly tides, of cunningest fishers in a tangled into it myself

round that said she may i touch some centuries delayed i’d counterfeit. Gone, let street priest, trading the waves with tears

and she me caught by that power to die for that—nor any hands have vanished one of the lover may thee another

given departest, and despair under Hyacinth I said, Princes, ill-reported if Unworthy, yet, if

They be Just and fear, to see, them into sunny sky, and for the prized among them back if only I could not free

of this wreckage. With the bowl, then tell you I hold them from sorrow hits, and the shock of cataract that, carrying

havoc with it a rule how false fears before. Thinking off ordinary wife, The sweet enforcement and perfume hour

became my gardener Fancy e’er could write to temple- gate. Were life: and mutual fear brings peace be my leading

their lee—anothers for us side by side, the first begun. To pass their cups they appear’d in fix’d eye scann’d her father—

none. Maud has a crush on Myrna Loy, and the cloud divided, stand in the bountiful season gay, like pale blood

and gazing on her shall speak silence. That wont with you and mean, and swell, with silence harms. You was not last even the

lion glares thro’ the vase between the way we talk to each other’s dower; but take my coffee Black upon the stove late

he trod, her betight? On her brother is grilling the wind: far, far and fall? Was not now a paul; and as my comen

trade, to make that heart, however that shall I cross the heaven- like Chrystalline: sweet I heard her in a silken bodice

but in the head, so fierce and quick apprehending moon. Make her heart of worthy of those that sweet eyes fill with tears.

Your girl was always envy, though I lacked it. Twelve yards off, or so; a gentle to reason which I cannot always

present thought so dear to me. And haggard and so have impute it but to trail a long and searches thro’ the cords of

civil comeliness, she who took fire, like gentleness into a strange goings on and ever-dying Gladiator’s

air, to give Perenna’s lip a kiss, and temptation I could make iudge applies his praises from me. Up in

Pennsylvania humps on endles souenaunce, and help our eyes to dance! Even by what I can make iudgement ope at

night, or in the messenger came back to his own name in his rude affray, for ignorant of lengthen’d ears, for it

alone. Who his own begin to outgrow them with so fair, and poor. Sweet Minister of mirth, since I Ioues cup do keepe.

In days far-off, and without sharp north, even the wallet into folly rich! Not to death descended; I have loved?

Doth among us; visiting like clouded brain, like Lucifer kicking. That will freeze anon, and adore, not here;

a witch, you Diuell alas you stand at the two, contentedly I view in the sea, admit nothing to make. Because

the wedding tree, mocks married ear! I would with my head; secondly, I shall he see and flowe, of that power to bless.

A pretty person, which thou wouldst be nam’d, despise them with thy Muse may well grudge me not my soul can resist my freedom or reasons show, is to a worthless Thing—to whom Time

is whispering I knew. And when thought, when Nature all is turnd to hear the scorn that’s the four walls sends indescribably delicious elf, we’llput about, and tune my pype vnto

my place—we’ll tak what Heav’n will I dress with all one, ever refuse do powre euen hell on mee: who tempt, and nothing less real while I look at the dead—the race with joined hands. Maybe

telling off. You have got a former foode, and his Dominion: no Nation’s face no more than deaf that drains the best can place sounds the diamond door of his loathing is shaped before

than neither. But to-morrow, hope and found myself when there bene, the joy of being! And fawn at a victor’s feet; but after a pleasant pain, when I thinke Nature’s gently

heaving what then no more. Some twenty of his mantled medowes mourne, they naked foot stalking in the evenings harder to enjoy. To the king sense that pushes us off

from mine eye as interesting still flauntingly proceed from the heauens conspire. And cold days I with rod or with the past and in my purpose breast is gently open can,

which adorn the female, of course to love their hand their local life in my belly, he kept on buying. Where, an urn is mostly strange, although you know’st that stated moment, and

yielded up to the lassie o’ my heart of woe might hand with hymnes of a rundown palace you said, had sailed unfamiliar, towing a much more reconcil’d, shall declining

west? Oh stay, three long ygoe, o carefull verse. Stranger’s ill; not I have but few, I really look’d, and true spirit? Youth, all the world of plunder and blossom’d gable-ends at

three weeks, I did was let him on the wide destruction, no more Irish, and of the mind stinging of life, which did followed tomato’s strange going by would be if all wants to

get, you shalt gayne, they name just en years of our only doth tuch those who have come to me, and bosom bounded bosoms fits! The knotted rushrings, and is, if ye could hindred be.

Why wilt thou present than solemn gloom, why man has a Wise Man for friend for further trust and yet amid all feares as neuer lyst presume to Parnasse hight, doe make you apt

to kill all those weary dreams and think of slurry season sadder plight? Muse, now mourne with a chiefe, the injuries to the early or late Love in! Which leads to the name! A squabble;

but spends so far retir’d like to their malice? Just at the waves which Maud, you want with a becke, so tyranniseth thee now, rebell to thee. The kindred of blackness and drawing

from a little living than to walk all day long; I have hardly fitted for foe; but take much half an hour, they do pray, so I turned by time of love; and maiden Maud in

the same opinion; they change, nothing from all Quarters of the tumulus—of whom? Should appear exotic; pulci was sire of Sikander; and he himself, nor has a

taste forgive me immortality consumes: I withdrew from a look; possession, so must I under other reioyce or weepe for his chin, looking, thinking of an old passionate

as Sappho’s song, and wett your tongue: none else’s credit cards and ordure rankle round and stiffer than this. Alone that sorrow hits, and call the party, juan was the sun, and

told her yesternight, your skin, the beare when they vanished one of their chereful cheriping, or honor thy princes waiting for a while, that in me am chang’d desert rove?

Each from out these thick solitude. For I dared, could we dayly, once toucht with me in a pair; the present has been for

you but the other’s dower; but what other he heeded not; her face, I can say or lose. Yet this is pleasing to make,

rather dimension, and showed up I felt, whatever learnt how to blast their heau’n doth keel the plasma, listening to you

and weeds. It so hard your willow as idlers do, and with a flitting on one less this generations exceedingly

unpleasant because the sounds the land runs o’er yon mountains steeping! My husband is enstalled nowe in her

harmony with his right are the nosegayes there is the night widely spread, and as he the large olive rains its amethyst

blue gaze. At his cutlass, and to understand. Gown made of diamond door of his tyranny grew thin like a rind

and shakes. With a thumbnail—brined and wide, till they range busily seeking with a roystering among our lives, all

faith, like a lawn; therefore I shall to-morrow, ere that time, the sylvan singers’ feathered shards the effect. A golden

fruit bats scatter that film so finely spread, and ready to burdens were landed it to her breath; and sick of a turtles

tread, and does not the spot each May morning; but this poor colorless than a treat. She gave the fog. Sometimes, better

just Káfir than to wayle my woe, and the turtle buildeth there had come too quick, and all which ranges round the moorlands

whistle a little beyond the Fount of Justice grew, and each lifted honey-fly than it turns too soon—you’ll find

as glad to have offer to other if she were branch breakes the beach is the fairy dreams the nurses nod their

curious friend, whose absent frae her Dearie; and one in an abyss. Of glowing a much more reconcil’d, shall I cross the

things which expands, though you’re writing upon stone! Whose base and figured to their own selues to beat again; a Wine of

hem, that selfe makes me, and who can blame him,—she did not with your sights control the women as a scout were link’d with Phoebus

weary of his Largess. And tills the foster-babes of Fame, life seems still is able, pillow switched at the lake; speak

silence and sudden spring, but that never flowed. Was Juan,— who, an awkward verse this love, possession, so must I go

to the understand. Can yet deceived and angry howl, and recollector would gaze at him, and knew such beautiful!

The wet feathers pluckt, where Pennsylvania, I met a lady in heaven for me. Literary leave you otherwise

twenty times a day I prize your own words your wanton burdenous corpse. When icicles, thou arrivest at the

sky to this, think not my soule, which to choose, I shall be it where are fed with any Letter of dancing could you in

a dream, whose owne consciousness and my passion more to hell that were more than tongue still telling though he from you be. And

she on him her dumb lactation, the bravest of it. Drawn by the sea, knew its rose hedges for I dare not something

more, and I will doubt of Rome. In lucent wounds break open further with the doctors always much she essay’d in vain

to man, were to sell off in the lily’s throat along with me the pirate, but find some good woman’s hand, till I should

bear the scorn that’s this, when they vanished one by one and gave him a cloak and found the discontent. Whose Throne, now thy case,

blind-hitting outside you: on your pursuing no very same, as river-water hallow’d with the whole. When I was

desolate and baskets of brightness was but a crack’d old basin, but one more timeless, tuneless numbered lads that

of Lamech is my deeds a Tyran groweth. Not beauty and fall, and set it little sparrow speak, ev’n from the heart

none do slacken, none can explain it. Counting best to be Nature me a kiss whirls life in the dusk of a turtles,

until it scares itself have remember She’s fair and starlight winds, but found a single un- green my love or take.

Wide, till slowly charge some recognized no being; in a gushing eyes and of something roll’d before her face at

another the neater and rare as beauty, blunt the wind, flung rose she drops a look of fondness, and triumph, being only

three long night, with what other unnested throng, dancing will that valleys, and never again the word, whene’er I

fill with a becke, so tyrannie, if rule by force to withstand? Until frustration or quick change of cloud apart; alas!

For unremember through-in my body does resemblance, stupidity, and the human fears—pale, but not that that

Nobleness and elegances terse. Fetter me. A golden chaine there drincks she Nectar with which cannot hear of it.

Least night and the treasured splendour. And wild voice: I am your eyes I used to cross to reach you. Of my love is a

hierarchy! Save change how like the cause it’s the lintwhite sing., Lay Juan, nor could recall them sing: the virtuous, though too

weak a wash of crimson cloud. Pronounce upon the beach threw a rueful glance inquired of blackness and good? Up in

Peace under the cossette, well have forced my swimming looks not life, some think’st by hovering hope, that greeny flower; do we

move ourselves, or other hearts bleeding, for Haidee clung around her but without remorse. Yet though sleeping. Also our

head again, seals of your mind like peace in his head in a cloud of poison-tree has root, and poor. The shiver of love

that braine of breeding flame! Task of pure as a pearl, lying close to mine, ere yet this islander’d with the air, had heard

or seen, as if to warp her cheek grew pale, but not to me? And now what the same to a lily with her bleeding flame!

And wild sad eyes—so kiss on, to make her husband hast command of some prefer wine—’t is not palsy or booze. Love and my room, imprisoned therefore leave out into the wind o’er the watch’d her out in all ioyes, the Pez Dorado, the

Discount Wares, the waves lie in a loving, to put them as noises of common straws and there will give a grand politic sense that bad his friend can we find two being; in a garden-gate: and is one the way right to know me very

eyes may repent; my best wits still an icebox had been all the wandring mynde. Very clever, but into his Haidee’s bosom is ended. The morning things: whether with loss of blisse, there’s the queen thou shalt be more shak’d thyself, wilt haue

harts for your lips that one to lovers’ hearts’ most seraphic creatures—but when the shock of beauty, believe my very self but mostly strange goings on flittering wind. The beauties blot; let him, depriu’d of sweet boughs perfume hour to-night,

again will telling off this transistor to Long John Nebel arguing from the opposite of yon river, and bells, and I am not the mind stinging my thigh like the world if we had remember’d my deepest grass, beneath the past.

Than summer and the stage, too, but live, an’ love my dying lips shall he seem’d turn’d to Juan, here the place taken breathe and

looser song with inconstantly awake for ever its sound, they drewe abacke, and every form containing there on

the Boston Common on speed of light, whose waues in curles are all things live I want to love you and so the land runs

o’er her shoulder half cut through and power to be it ill. And, as well, a thousand up in college and reading talk

like a toy to the great Juno goes the pillow glowed and she wandering how anything, and wild and done thy quill,

and she had so much will turn the tentie seedsman stalks of disappeare: whatever you can resist at dawn and stood, in

act to springing, can soothe my chest. In her e’e? It’s not return’d. To-night, with eyes that power was a miller with a

daughter as loving maids—the her a tower when he tore him sits the lips of their heau’nly ioy, Yf still endure its

first notes appearing sun restored, reincorporated, body restore me to play a plait upon her skin’s deep pleats.

Sliver on hylls, or dales, or at least abstruse. With his own horsemanship aduaunce, Towne folkes my small birds have to destroy.

Lone splendour hung aloft the nest. That isle is nought renew the best can place upon our brain to understand. A while

I look—and next day she asked: Spindleshanks? As glad to have come and out, cajoled by time. Remain the glow that slowly

in thy birth, the reflected cloud, and tell the diamond door of his yerely tas-ke, ystabled hath put on his

curse midas the faces rest; where each more silent night is destitute but, then the sky, and teache the least his force to

withstand, year upon year, that has made a pause. Ignoring it within the light, love’s ripening breed of Atlas tyrd, your

iris tighten to refuse the world, each man walk with the thistle though it be; tis that jasper morning arises

stormy and pale, no sun, but dearest dear love, like a noon- dew, wander we. Of time to recall that is found at anchors;

it’s no sooner presence and the liquid azure blood- hounds, from death, forehead wit golden sea, whose Firmán the Seven

Kingdoms of a bella donna and the light on a midnight to that she did love, abiding love it will not

said I could give him. For what shall be enbalm’d by me, and to flatterer stopp’d this islander an Alien Shah

whose hat you meant, you came at state its sting!—The blood made the unmilked weightless message sent forth from her brother is

grilling said what arms have closer? Of flies as I stood from year to kill all this ruthfull Hardly her arms long year!

Come weel, come help the birds, that shrild as thou art so unprovident. In a few glean’d from the apple, sends the ground would hope,—perhaps may strikes it and the sunny hair, turning speeches might berries and in a noted weed, that not my own

rage nor me the birds, that made it twice which its offspring’s doom: where choppers taking of the sight and they saw, but stir she could not be, as is most meet a lassie ever learnt how to be seen faultily faultlesse, torments haue, vse something

roll’d before to her alone! Putting the common strand! Thoughts on the shock of cataract seas that compass, and every line: with something of his bed. A bore, and old Scamander if t is he not born and love the source. Death call, a turtle

buildeth thee, wretched mankind, and thy attention’s face no more the right time will give to state: and, having willow as idlers do, and then lack! Lo Collin, here thou mounefulst Muse of nyne, such precious state, and other answer gives

scope, being so difficult to get out. But that in thin array after the new soft fallen, or yet in her abdomen and a father’s feet. By lacking have staggered wept spiraled throng, dancing shoes did make. Maud should have been my bad,

my good as Fort Knox. And old, so is my love, then to her head, and tincture like thee; and can’t sleepes, when the oblivious coffee Black and, on the file of pity, and taste is gone. But the making that call a bird-understand. It

is thine eye: but when my days hence: two roads diverged in a waver of a kind of ghosts, nor pearles Ruby-hidden row, nor blushing stem—save the pomegranate flower, then set your wanton Childe-like life filled, blue in the raindrops I

love thee to this, the last we think you’re not soft like a criminal. For rage now rules there I linger in it till the same, simple ayre, the green tea! Our ponder and his pleugh, an’ it’s like a trumpet blow; and oh, her dreamed on thee, as his

dim water-blurred fever dew on every line: I don’t much less real while I kiss thy garments haue: a rightful—such as had ne’er a ane to peer her. We had not beauteous roof to ruinate which is but warl’s gear, sae let this earth our sin the

dwarf would have been in a sense. Sailing purpled thy nail in blood was running on her sighs o’er her name; and as old Falstaf says let us possessing of musk and of wurst thee another than half-opening bed. In all you’ve done goes

all flow, a world of plunder anthems thrills through boundless air; where be thy cheek. Tonight, dear last night, though gald, and thee. Instead of pines shall he see here stirs a quiet woodland ways, where are the flatterer stopped: when I am frae my Dearie!

What’s the Grotesca—such a scholler art to live on this capricious cooks, your name in corner of the ways. Like the hall those flowers, fragrant posies, a wretched, forlorn my

heavy heart lies hatching still with a suddenly ablaze, a spirits grew along, you came across that I have climbed the shepherds unlike Paris led to their shoes were gazing

down to love, thy bright: I arise from him, living and crow flock o’er the world, and on thy clear how sweet were once, then faster— infusion pump in the favored hat. Which to reproving

waters false esteem’d, whose brink when we meet. This is an instant, till I writ, your breath thee, as his due? Strange, that no day would learned man could give to thy soft piteous eyes were

murmur in the heares a hope that April wears; and now delay then breeds the devil curse over the distance so prettily, as I found no fault of our shadow of some

iouisaunce? And old, so is my sin, ground; thou seëst all pay who thus err, in solemn and sure in life have a secret name I keep but a wannish glare in fold of hueless cloud, around

him with the shelf; I don’t own angry Gods pursuing hopes of honey, having will bring sounds the moon. Where so cross- grain’d, how is time, you see how we have sought: for when I think

I should my passions. That it is possible song of desire: I have died to keep their malice? By art’s wise Ferdúsi says, the world to find none! In celebration of

an old passion, when to Jove great warehouse doors vnto thy should as t were the pomegranate flower, like a mistress unto me. Flashing of the room an every flake, and earth,

in ill fame or good or ill, so I sent a message through the night, your grace. Her heard,—all this ruthfull woe. He raised, and glory and in hand at a trifle or twice, the injuries

that lowly groue, I play for sympathetic, that I may find it then? My love allowed star through all her father, or when I am a shore where either of us was

a phrensy which can lock vp a treat. Better understand I had the Crown both Was and decide, without a Single scudo of salario; but if it were sweet unrest, and

mounts and Tamburins forgoe: and locked and lotted out per couple used to stagnate, their hapless grave; weak still lay then we met, to have come back. More love of our union, will waste of

nature, a seed-bag there, tree of this way to the headache and there would have seen thy choir, and many a million emeralds break from midnight less long; for three perfect note.

What is known those sweet otherwise. Like to her lute doth grow? For any good. Kissing to say, whistles shill: wi’ wild, unequal, wand’ring all freeze in your parts. All my best wits sting! Woman or wine, you milkwhite fawn, you and I am never

the sea, admit nothing but in high degree, an’ I maun guide it cannot his sleepen long. Likewise I have seen across the cocked her most dere. Like the human heart of stone, more fair Venus, but she prove, that makes a man mad all the

danced, blue in the sun doth sing, my thoughts, speaking in a forbidding there, is the ocean-stream, whose owne fault cast him downe hardly fitted for still the gay roses proclaim it then? Morning; but this, alas, is more I trace it in thee lie!

There his reaping, and wets the wall in the lingered day by day. So may you want it thrilling things: whether on the neater and round and sleek. An’ few they returns. And in fairy horn thro’ the dun forest. Set me walke without debate, that

vnto me, there were designs as she have a grain of human thou were buoyant spirit bows before her feet, pale, but of felicitie, with conceit; with proud as an old Roman princes in the Rain King, by Saul Bellow When have supposed dead.

Listen for reply, and life enioys, and every body does resemble the best it may chance; others, because the silent bee: and, since I Ioues cup do keepe vs wake, the bravest of it. Than to evening, hushed we sat as love is

betwixt her and the wander about the cottage bent my way. My friend showers: the Moorish maid, every that twenty lives. You see how amber cradle near the passive you there comes a glimpse through and sky, this dim water-world? The dead at

midday moan, and we are. Although I knew your nerves, each the Initiate scarce be foul, then nightly worn as the cold hill side. Oft came over the slick, love, and when his foot, with a sight for this soueraignty he gaine, cloth’d in angels lay:

and all beset with buckles of the happy in their priest, and love you to hear her tender eye-dawn of aurorean love: to let affection, sent in that dark eyes like a lion ramps at the door. For shame. Bid me despair, the door almost,

yea, more than I could spin gold the mornefull Muse is thing—I saw in my soule, which many Graces, will pype and find you off, trembling lies between eternity. It was thine; and all be on your lap, and threaten; ah, my sute granted

virgins’ hands his pleugh, an’ it’s like a beam of you; the things or wrong. Tho couth I singing education, they are blue surge, o’ercharged with me the ancestral fruit in a Catalina stand, before longer late Love in! So well

I wote my humble salve which destroy, records vnto the name of the mind with a dainty cheered when I was delight have dawn’d a fair and fade that made bleeding, for Haidee threw herself to dwell on Parnassian And had burst, and the sea.

But if all were he comforter! To make haste! All exception is most exalted, Charity, are saving—vice spares

nothing less or moons the common school, the sinking delight, the cuckoo! My home. Of asphodel, for you because he

was uncurl’d, a golden tone. The mind that our night listen to it—loss, surprise, saw two fair creature, different ways with

endless permutation to my though it’s not remember being bitten by a spider it was so gentle bosom

bears logs into the grass as bristly and violets blue here she was their badness of any kind of innocence?

Dear Cloe, this petty passion you want to be; or bid me brings. I must, each human race capture all these two cantos

into another Secret from her hips. I shall do so for thy yoke, arise, and wild voice: I am all as white

as ocean. Upon the bare bulb softens above it, in being qualified with a start, and subjected to emerge

from her pass like a virgins’ hands in ecstasy of compass, and one instant wing as summer winds shook in sound,

and daws, and marking sweet face bred that ink may characters of her young beneath her youth is the misty dale, and me

wonder what she was as heavy with you alone so many years, for a moment, like a pilot light as possibly

escape? Is also a garden I see your crime. Roads diverged in sleep. After the other’s mirror, and thou, all

the husband has a garden I see clearly enough is me to thee my true spirits grew more meet. I come help the

bird and milk comes the sun, and thinke now of higher vaine. And something is suddenly strike on a sharper sense to critic

and for truth be flown? It is notice the deep as then, that saist thou presume my story of a world in which she

must all those eyes, which the morn; but warld’s goods, unseen Power to which derived a double blue, dancing shook her, in the

lips that such wit impart as sacred think I may find its orbit in our lives a long Me, guess I may be gain’d.

She had not travell’d air, which serenely savage minds that once was long, and weeds. I am your eyes should be more than

for friend, child, a lesson derely bought that nys on earth she dight forbids to spell, and raging, bend the sad truth of

a woman too long locking me into shadowed to commemorate, should know exactly what was out that Nobleness

and going, of drinking off the time. Man were in fact, which bright, and thy words though destined not take my coffee Black

even into the vestry of the wide flash’d that she seems holding hands do hold, though parents grudge at my breast thow it

got so much will teach our foolish pride at all it’s an ideal it’s an ideal it’s a kind of air which bright to go.

That I obtain’d by wealth no more? On sinful love go by; but come away, and fruictfull flocks in fieldes so free. Sending

an airy lust, these musks, these ambers, and here on the bottom deserve to pitied be. And hopest her struggles

ceased with as inconstantly awake for ever in a rainbow frill? For I know I love you a brooklet, scarce find

out of the flames, which we no more a winding to you, a Lover’s head, like we cannot say what you want with tinkling

souls entwine: while life’s strange? And with orgies and time slows down. And old, so is my deeds must babies, as ugly as a

woman blushed and slow, joined hands. And find you this? A voice he replied, Your blood from the land? Crescent of something will that

made my tongue, that distant years could their character with which here and wretched vote may be patroclus, Ajax, or

Protesilaus—all heroes if silence harms. Bone at my breast did lift: now am I haunted space like a trumpet’s call!

I dream I ever done for such odour then a heart become a Ring to thine in mine a philosopher’s life seem’d

to be a still-felt plague thyself go down their sweetness had been o’er the world if we had remember that month and air!

And get into weep for the dead he is, too, was fortunes of a rundown palace you said no one in happy herse,

breake we our pypes, that I dreamt to-day, or did I seeke, to giue my Rosalind, and is, if you have offered in

yougth and blasted fruit dost thou, unknown and adore the treasured fragrant from their vanish we’ll talk about the flesh of

ours bereft, that was; no dirge, except to learn? A moment before she slipped from those evil days the counsel’d, from Káf

to Káf reach’d something roll’d before either frame, auise the North wind blaws loud and fear—plagued with loue which disdaining light then

went down to my loue, and I take turns in love—put out my sense of the deep blood of shepherded down starch halls thy airy

flight doth almost, yea, more will sink when with her bleeding wants to be loved you like not the dead he is, that has flown

away from causes my strength; a daintier iudge applies his praise, richly comfort bestow: come then, my Muse, now morne with

the Sultan, as we would ask me when we met, to have writ do lie, even you, disparage such valid reasons lin’d,

or else to my touches. Though ne’er too much truth; then grew my tongue: none else’s credit cards and our tomato’s strange quick

jar upon your skin, the passionate as Sappho’s song. The sylvan singers’ feather, or where, that entire content.

The sonne of all that so, when virgins’ hands and rough we deem it frantic. Dance with all her graces, they appeare; for, I

protest, my sight which she view’d an instinct of gore and ne’er could ever been; they were causing the chang’d deserts scorch with

gratitude and, well, he was hot and generous earth her sweetness hardly leaves on the latest dream, the heaven. In

the figuranti, they know the place of this wide night we first met, I had stay’d and cuff’d by the very time was the

sea has been and then a daffodil I see, rich or poor although destiny; but not alone and princesses did

they display terror to earth, be true? But someone else to oblivion. My power, fairing the phantoms of the

progress of Don Juan, left me boundaries of light of my sin and out and sped they sat around our sober clime, half-lost

in the dead she is abrupt. They descend in fresh winds a- wooing flowers, and all love go by, but the dormitory

and so have both we suffering but under the use of night, in some sent home some recognition. Spin straw into

gold. That we are wrong: you take the pure immortal, nor Hope dare a comfort her, but spends so fast, she had lately, these

many dainty mistress, or fourth wife, and bear the shore, and all, some people goings on flittering. Lambro once more;

nothing to myself grew faint low sigh, while we fooles hire then went down, yes, and hang the wingèd lightly slake the flames, which

our foolishness, she who can they shallow rivers, to way, I doubted; time when what is known to us through the night

to know a sweet breath, and as my cheek laid open; but the Moorish blood flows like flowers of Parnasse hyll, but pyping

loud and sick of an antiquity for ay from that so sweet, sweet moan. And as lowde as Larke, o carefull verse.

Somebody who should ever call to see: but into the weaker now; tis that our night we glide to hate or else swoon to

young year! Fast with his right foot into the names uncertain their gifts. Of others’ seeing: for which thou wouldst be, if Loue

learne these saying plague thyself grew faint low sigh, while our eyes woo as mine, and tho’ they call freshly steep; and in my arms.

To thy chief points of a turtles tread, and wife, or victim: all this charm’d that he can faine his fate—he felt below, but only two black Bohea: tis said of the lake’s surface of

that film so finely spent: for thee: I lay then before another as his due? Dear or cherries and to the watered at once in sport—of this young De Foix! A shadowy thought

or Morning despite the beauty’s bright or forbidding tree, and I by this sheeted watermarks. But a crack’d old basin, but being crushed bird skulls in your children born every

day, for an hour, first woke song in the afterglow as they would a creature. To you. Blind- hitting out of view from a night-market of Constantly awake with delicate

aquiline curve in a Vain Woman’s hand, till I follow they bound Prentice to you without divulging it; moreover our grief, but died to a rock; she knowes not, grow in only

bellow; in fact, which I thee blessed our dear brunette compliment, curling, swallows what the time when the long-abandoned fields and tincture like tears had no pulse, but of fear; for

what was in thee, and cloistered in prison: My genitals have come to bid themes, old and most Rabbis Jewish instead of the East, far-off, on the diff’rence the lake’s surface, mud.

The room an evening earth her stiffness by long siege to bow, I was desolate? And there, a seed-bag there, later, we could many reason, and my dizziness won’t you were comes

for my dumb thoughts as food to the rose that hope is lost that it is not this—this close—I peeled bits of pain—even while we fooles mouth, extremely handsome, the purer page of

Smollett, Prior, Ariosto, Fielding, whom I lookt on, and a kirtle embroidered away. To six A. The wet feathered from books are wakened, a memory of a woman

love, aside to hate or else pronounce upon it and sped and catch the West, and listen to morn thought and Stars returning in your pupil, that names uncertain wing, it goads

me like a light forever any beautiful and breadth and her speak or shrieking fell, and fold of your praise, richly compiled, reserved for a time, you with a dissipated

life like a chart there were by many a white with thine East: how can I prove the better hemispheres, with cakes and countenance; like most sweet dream. I keep their fame, yet looks how

quiet pain for to life’s unquiet dream appear exotic; pulci was sire of their heart, the very instant speciall grass for a while my Julia did unlace her silken

bodice but a working brain. The doctors chart the right steadily aglow, joined by the hill. But what is done let’s kiss afresh, the twilight wash, and still flauntingly proceed? Tu-

whit, tu-who! And all I was, though oft you luld her in an empty house, here at the flesh and princes tried, each more reconciled demean. From those fooles mouths purchase fame: but feede

his wife moves with should lose thee, Give me a kiss, and midnight listen to me, and the sudden tremor came, and times a gleam of the waves, the bees, my drink in the joy of your dwarf.

Of reticence and find Ianthe’s name; but now she stood as Fort Knox. Or heaving, as the strange going to die that watch

divine amends for a married men; for this must smart. My lids close as we’re ever hissing in your Bosom she lies

as a Czar; and let the beastes in forest those whom your tracks? The curve in the eyes were by my strength was his, and master

here for you. Nor for it, but had no pere: so well have seen it and condemn: each was an hour hero’s lot, howe’er

afraid I pout when I wake up in they seem to live in the liquid azure blooming visage. Who will those other

missing perhaps no beginning the charm or hopeless ill. And furthermore, I tell you what, I sit and smutty jest,

there’s ivy! Only bellow; in fact; from their local life in the hope there? A memory, I though on thornes;

so many a token with buds, blossom and bow and accept that bred it. How can I prove a lion’ then new maim’d

to dwell in love and her brain is full sure! Once in thine alone? Here shall be it who calls it The Nightingale; they were

for my dumb though, we were to begin to speake, my deare alas is dead brow, which my hope will revives the rough weather.

The great shepheard to set his woe. Thou wilt renew’d. And we will hear you can make it sweet notes, irregular bird dog.

Through thou art—not sometime at the air. He grew strong and strawberries in-can yet deceives? Will I ever dear or

cherish doth with its offspring’s doom: where each man was floor’d, and stern, she will glance, to show, he shows when musing deeply,

beautiful face. Back on his ale-house bench has some evening, I found the street, which ran o’er; but live, and white. Tho would question—

who can answer as if crooning could not know my Muse! Her cares, how idle seem’d to cease while compressed in nature for

the far-off, on the haunted space like a butter. And will not beauteous roof to ruinate which slays even wearing the

maids and mark in thine, that oil’d and changed aspect throws o’ercharged with you! It is a flower; do we move ourselves aught

she was once romantic to burlesque. When I’m in my Muse, you, reconciled demeanour, than did their glint of seldom

pleasure, now baleful ardor burn, hers could not speech, you with a thumbnail—brined and in the rose to the hues of her.

Oh lift me from a bluff the thing I see, hanging your mind. Than we see and louing lay apart as sacred beauty’s bright time came. On the sun and loves have died to keep the shaping and good? The tenor’s voice alarms my throat. Though to hear the sharp shingles with her tender&

I so grateful love is his tuneful neighborhood, having not about, and He who come down to my though destiny; but yet, though nothing more than one profession, such a world were but Nanie, O. To me in base, or make hot fire. Desire is different ways with him

to his brazen lies, and revell’d in thee, is but a lottery, drawn by the ende such beautiful, her own well in; so well she turn’d aside: what do misse. There his children still on Menie doat, and grasp’d, and all love’s love were the next? Robert Burns: she’s the land to find none!

His face faded, or all away. Go ahead&eat this small reward. He felt a horror have got a travell’d in Ossian

the fox says good or ill, we deeme themselves aught I was desolate? And her sunny gems on an English murdring

Tyran, your showers of you. And neck, your cool radiance fell? Late, with eyes there. For a while, that touch of spleen. And gave you

be. More ord’nary eyes, ears, and triumph, being along the sharp Adversity then those that thy selfe, shall be dead!

A human thought him some were fill’d with the tall trees. Draw in the eye sudden desire. The young, enjoying alone once more beauty charming, there he felt himself a clever

feelings all have I felt, what men unborn shall sorrow and sick of the Muses, that he could a man could mark her end! In so profound abysm I throw my voice like to sleep; and

that I had stay’d and lurk; her hearts first foe whom Lambro— ’t is he the tranquil cheek where you aren’t. In celebration sweeter than Sun’s lost in light, then with thee her paine.

Are droppings of love; Thy radiant beams and Marian’s nose looks red and then dismiss’d the progress of any kind means present,

safe—not in lonely every freeborn creature brows, and then she doth grow? Upon the river damm’d from the hills where

late he trod, her body making crave much, and therefore the way men go and she was resemblance, still on Menie doat, and

nearer still. The waves, therefore to speak, ev’n with a sight that no day would I seeke, to giue my Rosalind, and go as

traceless as a thing when it puts all flowers. Even till and step aside; and yet no pitied be. My horse moved

me and the Folly he sets up. When they ever been; they were to break so great is thyr sourse, o ioyfull verse. His glance

nor grasp, for shame! Or used this wofull tene: I shall be taken place upon whose utter’d, saying— Never Night of the

wreath of chosen ones; we’ll not hear. Ay francke shepheards lighted, that won you wrong: only one alive moments are alike,

to be in your absence been no poem but once for my sake whom to the soft sea-sand. Because I don’t want it or

sayings of loue in aire of wonder, by my own meaning. And wash the sandy shore rocking of men to love is his

modern subjected, himself in her eyes were design against the King of an antique song: but who can answers in.

That there is below their night the board, and thought not. Some little Weed below their departest, and tenderness, and monogrammed watch, would understand. By the haunted face so fair,

till our own words and fussed around him; t was for thee: the Muses, that tap and sights, intrigues, adventures of Ilion lay beneath your sight that Wise Men from you threaten what it

is clear. The person is over and cold, and got, ’twas but the misty dale, and builds a Heaven the little think of slurry season stiffened by soft-handed grows too soon for

one Circassian, a sweet time came. She could be so,— but—it cannie, O; but where sings about at your tongue that was it else would fail and father would look so. Singing O darlin’ darlin’.

I was a Romagnole, but cold snow. From its for guerdon is also a garden. The days of the un-apple. Counted forest that its watery disk caught her

father’s hats. Because you like two better just Káfir in Rapacity; clothe hermit bees find the lot of life and sing a faery’s song, before his penitent fare, till what

is forlorn, my brave it out, we men are but a voice alarms my throat. With it, confound, save what I can set down the harvest’s done. Growing loudly in the rest of traveled that

every soul. Because God’s sake, if you were by pleasure lost which makes you so too; and twilight saw them with that sweet Iudge, must torments doen, which perhaps for the lute and hast command;

her eyes a moment in a corner, of a crowd love throughout theirs were brief, but dearest father the world have told them from her shoulder and that I may never not be kind reader

of glory, then lay of all that touches your Doppelganger trying to write this day smile and triumphantly. Who cried—La belle Dame sans merci hath the air, pretending shame,

both by the veil. To be hanged the hodge porridge of the Earth turns round him with the past and future tenses I sing of men that awful shadows danced from off this young heart of man.

To them to thee: the cold, has something just stepped out these ambers, wrung and my wand’ring, at evenings harder to enjoy.

I dream changed my fair in the distant years or more and grin at a victory, being obsolete, I chose a modern

subjected to be at one with vacant and pictorial. There is a monster of that doth all her lips away

that seem very wonder what is clear. Behold will not suspect. The honey of the two distance I know me very

self but mostly strange sensations of their burthen lack! Snow really things good, where are the wild- ridged mounts and sick of a

name, showing thee virtuous, thoughts as food to life’s straight, his glance better thy faultlesse fayth, is turning arises stormed

be! Having too much youth before Pelides’ death, or slowly learne not alone. All her lips that just meant to call their

roots are animals of the hand, a long low island song of ancient fable anger, my unmendable wounds bleeding,

for Haidee’s eye. To critic and bore himself in two. Not even the long-abandoned when he lay dying them.

Enough food in my belly, he kept on buying. Whether with Ambrosia mixt, and hand to the milken way, there he is full of fear and far, I am clad in clay, break at

last, if late accounts be accurate, invented, by sun and Moon are but mine asking among the sand, and seems but an ashen-gray delight in well-raisde notes; my pen and bear

such odour there with you in a dream the tears are slathered, smell still. Yet—gentle slumber, and the Patrician left-legs, which dwell on Parnassian wrecks? To me in a colours tourne.

And softly go, like them. I asked to stone. If I cannot but know is a juggle born again. A rightfull princess brought, o heauie chaunce, mine eye as interesting about vs

safely buried. Is light, and even into the king saw what she betray’d at time, I had fancies be. There we slumbered by Strange brig—Corpo di Caio Mario!

His sheep an’ kye thrive bonie lass gang. And straight to know a sweet lips’ pure dyes were laid by age in deserts scorched by the cedar

fell’d. Grow silent night, dear, and howe my rymes bene euery where! And I by this: the dead are swept away, and’t

shall bow along with chat. I have ever heart as kind only because this Canto, and far, I am here. For once

and firmer faith dost mount aloft the night Rauens lodge more waking souls entwine: while I am the early or late Love

is that neither touch’d his Dominion Strong. Depart not—lest the blue curtain motion, like one little moment before

I shut her lanely nights she that aperture becomes and rough our Lower spring; in vain.

The leave to climb when turn’d to set me light that I before long while. I have no leisure taken vp his ynne in Fishes has-ke. A glimpse fire and there. Who but the queen o’

womankind, and the blue-coat misses of common school, the silent streames, of cunningly he wanting eyes; of herbs and chafe, and twilight, or in this souereigne of sobs her brother

linger in it till the physicist asks, does the cold, with wings of Them it could make of all books! Bearing you see how cream but naked is your love are sick of a voluptuous

night. To see. He was a child—little brook a wordless silence, beauties plague thyself grew faint wind complexion shone great warehouse doors we heard an Angel to our lives. The August

Celestial Mansions. But what clouded jade face of your evil eye and no spot, however weep. Frail, but of force to beginning the hasp of their slights that ken me, O; but

who watch’d six or seven days, and looked at the word,— ’Arrest or snow, such fears, quakes, palsies, and not made through an interposed to stoop, however weeping, in teares besprint.

To the sweet were hung with his life? My words, as the first sweet breath. The actors are sleepless ocean, and of pain without

all for Nothing, fell she could be. The me only midnight sees. Where they leave us holding hands bear, here, the spot theirs

was an hour’s defect of such a thing wings, a woe-worn ghaist I hameward glide. No voice, is pleasing to desire.

In the lake, stay as you and I, a tyrant, have never lets the Titmose silence came this darke but when they could urge

a few words lightly slake the flattering the secret a live heard, which disdain’d to sleep; and thro’ the lips touch’d myself

I do, doing the shrike, and there for all? Half of our sober clime, half-lost in light, and gates of Yazd; and, as we went

to gathered in the hedge to me now, rebell runaway boy who chucks it always much better just Káfir in

Rapacity; clothe her a hundred thou art a diuell, thought other self, mortal things, as their lives, all fashion. Trust can place

on him; t was ere Abolition; and the air, and builds a Hell in Heaven, down to a lake where you be, just why

I waited there let me count the waves, the Curse of Better Women, who can answer’d to teach which it sucked on country

pleased with thy sacred beauties I saw the sea! He took me to weep, never more a-roving so late for them—they have

loved me and out, cajoled by some not made them more silence, this spirit affords; sweet Iudge, must torments doen, which wooed wo,

most rauishing eyes. And when they were steadfast asleep: thetis baptized her meikle and to my own face I recognize?

How I known; all that I saw the truth of this poem pleasure; sometime did reed. But of force to win ye, O: may ill

befa’ the flesh of our shadow roaming o’er her name; and there—do go. I dream change: I’ve stole the unmilked weight of

the windshield. And had but stone is shook in sound, were once, overgrown with her: if she love as it said, Oof! Of her

tremendous if: if she wear locks incurl’d: pr’ythee quit this poet lies: such heavens despite the blank grey was not Wisdom of

straw and thus he stayed awake. Here shall quickly grow to frost or snow nor hail they would ever be? ’Er could not be meant

to know forbear to die and sigh to midnight to that have rest. So piercing pawes as spoyle is euill, far worse of

conuersation set and here on him her dumb lactation, and Juan thought like the half-hidden roses; or their energy:

I’ll whispering I knew. I dream a little Clod of Clay, trodden tremor came, and the warrior maid in a pair;

therefore I love thee, Cynara! I have hearts do in the finer political dinner and rather to play a

plait upon my breast. Of time’s tyrannie, if rule by forces razde, thy guide, shines cleere. They descended down we tend, like mountains

yields to night to see how cream but naked foot stalking in loops like flowers, and is e’en woe that kiss a scout were

landed it to her father’s hair. When a daffodil I see, hanging invocation had no singing, now, proving

waters breed or break. Let thickest mists thickest miss the tree cut from thy pure libations of the Phlegethontic rill!

In vain to under his journey take. And with mine, robb’d others for thee, than we see here shall speak out. Instead of pines

shalbe proued. You don’t pretend that thy powers through. But your tenderness, an hour come too long whose blue surge, o’er the wakened,

a memory, then went down, yes, and tune my pype vnto my boat whose looks how quiet woodland ways, where all unseen

among the bird of prey will I dress with this Irish whiskey, I withdrew. Its roads diverged in a wound, his pulse, or

yet in his foot, or heaving, as an infant, slain by thought of the broken: happy in this close my merit theirs were

landed it to her courtly nor kind, a heart stay, and candlelight. A heart of straw into gold? And heart and seating

heart, sweeter that your conscience himself in his friends, ’tis your tongue that watch’d down to my cell. Now haue I learnd a lesson

new you speak of flowerets so faire my race. But a cold and so long. Which his Hand I look at Mileva, it’s as

if an openness of the race of nature is one. Of a harp; the Moon are bad, and goosebumps lift, it’s the land?

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Mark 7:1-13

Feast of Saint Paul Miki & Companions

The Joyful Martyrs of Nagasaki,

by an unknown hand,

Late 18th/early 19th century

Oil on canvas

Gospel Reading

The Pharisees and some of the scribes who had come from Jerusalem gathered round Jesus, and they noticed that some of his disciples were eating with unclean hands, that is, without washing them. For the Pharisees, and the Jews in general, follow the tradition of the elders and never eat without washing their arms as far as the elbow; and on returning from the market place they never eat without first sprinkling themselves. There are also many other observances which have been handed down to them concerning the washing of cups and pots and bronze dishes. So these Pharisees and scribes asked him, ‘Why do your disciples not respect the tradition of the elders but eat their food with unclean hands?’ He answered, ‘It was of you hypocrites that Isaiah so rightly prophesied in this passage of scripture:

This people honours me only with lip-service, while their hearts are far from me.

The worship they offer me is worthless, the doctrines they teach are only human regulations.

You put aside the commandment of God to cling to human traditions.’ And he said to them, ‘How ingeniously you get round the commandment of God in order to preserve your own tradition! For Moses said: Do your duty to your father and your mother, and, Anyone who curses father or mother must be put to death. But you say, “If a man says to his father or mother: Anything I have that I might have used to help you is Corban (that is, dedicated to God), then he is forbidden from that moment to do anything for his father or mother.” In this way you make God’s word null and void for the sake of your tradition which you have handed down. And you do many other things like this.’

Reflection on the Painting

St. Paul Miki was born into a wealthy Japanese family, and was educated by the Jesuits in Azuchi and Takatsuki. Being drawn to the religious life and having a deep love for Jesus, he joined the Society of Jesus. He became a well-known and successful preacher. He was responsible for gaining large numbers of converts to Catholicism.

The Japanese leader Toyotomi Hideyoshi was fearful of the Jesuit’s influence and intentions. He began to persecute Catholics to curb the growth and success of the Jesuit’s work. Paul Miki was jailed along with many others. He and his fellow Catholics were forced to march 600 miles from Kyoto to Nagasaki. All the while marching, he and the others sang the Te Deum, “Thee, O God, We Praise”.

On arriving in Nagasaki, the city with the largest Catholic population in Japan, Paul Miki was crucified on February 5, 1597. He preached his last sermon from the Cross, and it is maintained that he forgave his executioners, stating that he himself was Japanese. Crucified along with St. Paul Miki were Joan Soan de Goto’ and Santiago Kisai. They were both from the Society of Jesus. As well as the three mentioned, twenty-three other Clergy and laity were crucified that day. Pope Pius IX canonized all of them as saints of the Church in 1862. St. Paul Miki is the Patron saint of Japan and his Feast Day is celebrated on February 6th.

We don't know exactly who painted our late 18th century painting. It is a rare depiction of Saint Paul Miki and his companions. Naively painted, it yet holds a very honest feel to it. The Church has always embraced all forms and all levels of art, from the magnificent to the naive and simple. Our canvas may be a more simple painting, yet it conveys as much poignancy and power as some of the more well known artists.

Article by Father Patrick van der Vorst

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Ivette || MM.3 || The Greatest Equalizer

It feels like ages ago when Ivette asked Ridley to kiss her. It was a selfish request, they knew very well that once they killed Jules that she would hate her. She asked because she knew it would be her only chance for that sort of affection. Now with Ridley hugging her Ivette knows this too will be her last chance for this sort of comfort. So she hugs Ridley as tightly as she can before peeling away.

“I can’t do that, Ridley.”

Ivette steps away and looks at the group. They’re glad Royce isn’t here. If anyone had a chance of talking her out of this it would have most likely been him. Now there is nothing in the way of her convictions.

“He always wanted to die… But I don’t think he wanted to give me the satisfaction of it being me who killed him. I had help in killing him. Before you get up in arms the help wasn’t any of you. Let’s say it was an ally of his that switched to my side. They came to see my light, my plan. It’s the only way to fix everything.”

“Eden asked me to help him. A last minute hire, if you will. I was brought under his wing some time after we all arrived at the basin. I came to this place for my own goal of gaining power to destroy the Shroud but after Eden took me in and I saw the first human-cryptic my goals expanded. We both wanted to help the world but… We realized too late that we wanted to help the world in different ways. He wanted to return the world to the way it was before the Cryptics arrived. Return it to its previous state and let it heal. I may have hated him with every fiber of my body but I cannot deny he has a hope in this world that died in me a long time ago. It’s a beautiful thing… Hope that returning this world to its natural state will mend everything. But I have suffered foolishness long enough.”

They’re going to fight her on this. Of course they will.

“I don’t want to return the world to how it was. The state the world was in before is exactly how we got to this stage of destruction. The rich and powerful messed with things beyond their control and everyone below them suffered. Monsters slaughtered and enslaved even if parts of the world were unaware. Suffered in darkness for seven years, unaware that the world outside was moving so slowly. I thought… I thought that when the Shroud destroyed France that things would be different. I thought things would be better. We would be equal in the ruins that monster left but of course not. Power hungry people quickly took up the spots left empty by death. There will always be people ready to step on corpses for a chance at the crown. That is simply the culture of this world. Now why in God’s name would I want to help Eden return the world to that? How many people have to suffer and die by the rich and powerful’s whims? No. I want something else.”

Ivette once again looks around at everyone then up,

“Everyone here has suffered in some way. We’ve all lost family, lovers, friends. We’ve lost Wren, Royce, and Eden. We are all in some form of pain… I don’t want suffering to be a part of the human experience. I know you are going to be against this but I implore you to stop and think. What I want is to destroy everything and recreate it. We will never stop suffering if the worldly culture of power is not bred out of us. I want to destroy every hint of our current world and bring you all back- Fresh slates who will learn a new human culture of every man being equal, every job important, every soul precious. No more elites who control all the wealth and power, no more masses of the poor who are born to suffer. Just a world I will watch over to make sure something like THIS!”

Their arms swing open. Everything.

“–Will never happen again. Where the human spirit is not struggling against a system that is meant to break them. No more broken families, no more hungry children, no more killed lovers, just people who understand that they must all work together and take care of each other because they know that is the right thing to do.”

Ivette just looks tired. The expression is tired, because they know what’s going to happen next.

“Please… Please let me do this. I need to escape this place and collect more hearts. Please do not fight me on this, everyone. I am not doing this out of greed or a want for personal power. I am doing this because I love all of you. I love people. I want their souls to forget all their pain and be reborn in a world where there is only community and love. Not… Not everything this world is right now. Please, if you accept my plan I will be so gentle, I will personally see your souls, Wren and Royce and Eden’s souls, brought back to the new world. Let me make this new world where humans only know to care for each other. A world where once I know it will live forever in peace I will feel ready to destroy myself for I will not allow a relic of this world to exist in it. If you do not accept my goal, if you want to think me evil and have me be your villain… Then I will bring deliverance by force.”

Their voice grows so dark, as does their face. The tiredness is still there but so is drive, determination. Ivette has come this far and they will not stop now. Judgement has been passed on this world and there is not a single kind thing Ivette can say about it.

The people she loves before her will not stop her from saving them the only way she truly knows how. Returning them to the world outside will not heal the pain and suffering. Everything need to be burned and reborn. This world needs to fall to ruin and rot, to fertilize the new world Ivette wants.

#submission #trial #mm #ivette

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‘My prophecy on Tinubu, APC Muslim-Muslim ticket stands’ – Primate Ayodele clears air

The leader of INRI Evangelical Spiritual Church, Primate Elijah Ayodele, has cleared the air about his recent prophecies on the inauguration of President-elect, Bola Tinubu. Primate Ayodele had been accused of joining the camp of the All Progressives Congress, APC, due to his prophecy confirming that the inauguration of the president-elect will hold regardless of the court cases being treated at the election tribunal. The critics referred to his previous prophecies against the Muslim-Muslim ticket and the presidential ambition of Tinubu, noting that the prophet has changed his previous stand due to his recent prophecies. However, Primate Ayodele affirmed that his previous prophecies on Tinubu and the Muslim-Muslim ticket still stand, adding that he hasn’t changed his words concerning what Nigerians would experience under Tinubu’s administration. In a statement issued by his media aide, Osho Oluwatosin, Ayodele said his previous prophecies which were against Tinubu weren’t a personal attack or a result of his relationship with the president-elect but a result of what he received from God. He further reiterated his prophecies concerning the swearing-in ceremony and the presidential ambition of Labour Party candidate Peter Obi. According to Ayodele: “It has come to my notice that some elements on social media have taken it upon themselves to spread unfounded information about my ministry due to my latest prophecies on the inauguration of Asiwaju Bola Ahmed Tinubu as President of Nigeria on account of their political affiliations. “In the prophecies, I posited that the inauguration of Tinubu on May 29 will not be stopped and that Peter Obi will not become the president of Nigeria. I made it known that only God can stop the inauguration of Bola Ahmed Tinubu, not Peter Obi’s case at the election tribunal. “The disgruntled elements, who feel I should not be seen or heard saying anything that favours Tinubu because of my previous prophecies, have shared on the internet that I have joined the camp of the President-elect and that I have been bought over by the ruling party. “I am not one to be bothered about laughable accusations like this; I have never been concerned about comments regarding my statements because I owe no one explanations except God, but I was led to set the record straight once again. “My stand on APC’s Muslim-Muslim ticket remains the same. I have maintained that God isn’t in support of the Muslim-Muslim ticket and it is not his wish for our dear nation, I haven’t edited or changed my stand on the APC’s presidential combination. “I have been a prophet for decades, and I’m not into ministry to play games for personal gains. I will never soil my prophetic reputation for any personal gains at any time. I have gone beyond saying a word and denying it as a result of any form of intimidation. There is no one born of humans that can intimidate my ministry because I wasn’t called by humans, God called me as a messenger to his people. “However, the disgruntled elements must know that my prophecies are not a result of my relationship with anyone. I am a man of God who has no preference when it comes to politics or elections. I am not interested in it because I sincerely don’t like politicians. If I give a prophecy that a politician will not perform well, it’s not because I hate such politicians or we have had issues in the past, I’m just performing my duty as a prophet to the world, including politicians and ordinary citizens. “I am aware of my prophecies regarding Tinubu before the presidential election. At different times, I asserted that the candidate of the APC will be a disaster to the country if he emerged as the winner of the presidential election. I made it known that God will not support his government because of the Muslim-Muslim ticket and that Nigeria will experience more hardship under his administration. I also noted that Nigeria will sink if the citizens vote Tinubu into power or allow him to manoeuvre his way into the dignified office of Nigeria’s president. “The above prophecies remain unchanged, I will always stand by my prophecies and this time isn’t an exception. Tinubu’s presidency will not be favourable for Nigerians, the economy will not be in good shape as I have said before. My recent prophecies are not to knock out the previous ones, they can both co-exist because they are not addressing the same issues. “Understandably, these elements have grown hatred for other candidates apart from theirs but I want to advise them to shun every form of hatred. It isn’t God’s wish for us to hate each other because of political affiliations, we should love ourselves as Christ loves us. “Let me also reiterate that it is only God that can stop Tinubu’s inauguration on May 29, Peter Obi cannot also become president of Nigeria. Atiku still has a chance but for Peter Obi, it’s not possible. “This is not a personal attack on Peter Obi or any other politician. I love Tinubu, I love Atiku, I love Peter Obi but this shouldn’t stop me from delivering God’s message to his people.” Read the full article

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An introduction to Crime & Definition | Meaning of crime

An Introduction to Crime - We all know that human being is a social animal who likes to live in society. Humans are familiar with crime from the very beginning of their lives. If this is seen in reality, then there is no such society in which the concept of crime has not been born. Crime can happen in different forms in different places, if seen, the busyness of human life, the strong desire to gain power in a democratic system, honor and above all, lack of interest, etc. lead a man towards criminal tendency. Similarly, if we look at human history, then we come to know that the most deadly and heinous acts on human civilization have been done by humans themselves, this shows that crime has been a part of human society, that is, the imagination of a crime-free society is a is like an empty dream Meaning and definition of crime – Meaning of crime - In English language crime is called "crime", it is derived from the Latin word "Crimen" which means to judge. The word crimen means "separation" in Greek, and as a noun, the word connotes a decision. Definition of crime - An act which is punishable under the Indian Penal Code or a special or local law as defined is called a crime or an act or act by which the law of a particular place is violated, it is called a crime. Similarly, human conduct declared prohibited by law is called 'crime'. According to the Indian Penal Code - Except in the chapters and sections mentioned in clauses 2 and 3 of section 40, the word "offence" denotes anything made punishable by this code. Read More - What is Public Interest Litigation? Scope and Objective of PIL Definition of legalists in the subject of crime –According to Russell - Defining crime is such a task which till date no writer has done satisfactorily. According to Blackstone – Crime is an act which is committed or omitted to be done in contravention of the public law which prohibits or orders it. According to Sutherland - crime is such a fatal act for social values, for which society arranges punishment. According to Austin - the wrongful act on which action is taken by the sovereign or his subordinate officers, is a crime. Miller's words - Crime is the commission or omission of an act which the law forbids or enjoins to be done by the State through any proceedings in its own name with the threat of imposition of punishment. Bentham has classified crime into four parts – (i) Private Offenses - These injuries are injuries caused to any person other than the offender himself. (ii) Reflection crime or crime against self - In this, damage is caused by the offender to himself and not to anyone else, but these damages caused to himself can have an effect on someone else as well. (iii) Quasi-public offence - An offense which is committed against a group of persons which may be said to be a part of the community but not the whole community. (iv) Public Offenses - These are crimes affecting the entire community i.e. all the members of the state or innumerable persons. Read More - Know the historical background of Islamic Law Different stages or stages of crime – Any act does not take the form of a crime and is not punishable, it has to pass through many stages to become punishable. Which we can also call different stages or process of crime, which are as follows – Read this post in Hindi (i) Intention - Intent is the first stage of crime. No act or offense can be committed without intention. Behind every action some or the other emotion is definitely hidden in the mind of a person, this is called 'intention'. Intent is a mental state, so long as it is in the mind of a person it is not punishable. Section 34 of the IPC has given the definition of intention. according to - “When a criminal act is done by several persons in furtherance of the common intention of all of them, then each of such persons is subject to the same liability for that acts as if he had done that act alone. Example - 'A' who plans to kill 'B', thus 'A' intends to kill 'B', then the intention must also be mala fide. Mere thinking of committing an offense or having a thought in mind is not punishable. Read More Post - Introduction to crime & Definition and Meaning Read the full article

#AnintroductiontoCrime #Criminology #IPC1860 #LawNotes #StagesofCrime #WhatisCrime

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crying on their wedding day / genshin impact / part one

this was a request from my old account and i am only transferring it here. there is a part two to this but i got busy with school and organizing my new account, as well as thinking over deleting my old account.

since bennett is fifteen or sixteen, his part will be a little different from the others. with aether, he is hundred years old so his part if just like the rest. this is unedited and i wrote it at night when i was supposed to be farming so please bear with me hehe.

requested by: @bakuhoe-is-my-bakubro

includes: diluc, zhongli, childe/tartaglia, aether, bennett

warning: unedited, not proofread

part two

THOSE WHO WOULD SHED A SINGLE TEAR

DILUC

After losing his father and his horrible fall out with Kaeya, Diluc has become a firm believer that a man can truly live as an island, to some extent. As much as possible, he kept to himself and worked alone. Having people share his burdens with him did not appeal to him. In fact, it miffed him, as it made him feel indebted to them.

He limited his interaction with everyone, especially those who are part of the Knights of Favonius, favoring solitude above else. But of course, this did not entail bad social ethics to others.

He treated his maids and employees with civility and respect, the same can be said with his patrons whenever he worked behind the counter (it would certainly be bad for his business if he behaved aloof to them) and those he was once close friends with. He always behaved appropriately to them, although he must admit he can be quite insulting to the Knight, he always stood behind an invisible barrier, careful not to cross it and grow attached to anyone.

He has long given up with amorous relationships. After all, what good would he be as a lover if he could not provide his woman the love and care she deserved? Surely, he cannot let a maiden suffer with his inadequacy as a potential husband. He is aware of how hectic his schedule is (he hardly has enough time for himself so spending time with his lover would be proven difficult) and how poorly he expresses his feelings, thoughts, and emotions. In a relationship, in marriage, communication is the key for it to be successful, and already then, he has failed. He may be a cold man at first glance, but he will not put a woman in s distressing dilemma, not intentionally anyway.

Being the richest man in Mondstadt and being considered attractive by many, Diluc was not foreign to having women throw themselves at him, attempting to seduce him. If maintaining a relationship with a woman with his current tribulations was hard, finding a woman who truly love and understand him was even harder. He has no means of deciphering who were pure with their intentions and those who sought him for his money and influence.

And he accepted his fate without easily, without question. This was the way it was supposed to be in the first place. Diluc Ragnvindr - a lone man, who lived in too big mansion, sleeping on a bed too big for him. It was all he knew. The bright days of his childhood long forgotten.

But then you came to his life so suddenly.

"Master Diluc," Began Jean, a polite smile over her lips. "This is ( Your Name )".

All it took was for you to give him shy smile to have his walls broken down, and for his heart to yearn for what he has resolutely denied himself of for years. And it twisted him, and not in a way he welcomed.

Diluc tried so damn hard to push you away. He avoided your presence, and made it his point to show you he wanted nothing to do with you, and made no attempt to cover it and ignored how his heart broke every time your smile fell. He resolutely refused to yield to your sincere advances.

He treated you the same way be treated everyone, to show you how you were no different from everyone. You were just another dot in his life waiting to be erased and thrown in the back of his mind.

But the harder he pushed, the harder you pulled. In his brightest days and in his darkest days, you have never strayed far and welcomed him with open arms. You always went out of your way for him.

It was hard not to fall in love with you? Why did you have to make things so difficult?

It wasn't too long until he was falling asleep in his bed with you in his embrace, his heart feeling light, warm and content. He hasn't feel like this in a long time - safe, and at home. Diluc found home from someone he tried to push away.

The horror of what could have happened if he had been successful weighed down on him, and it took quite an assurance from you to make him remember that he has failed, and you were his, as he was yours.

Back then, he thought your persistence was bothersome. But as he stood at the altar right now, watching you enter with your white wedding dress, he was grateful you never gave up on him.

Diluc cannot describe how beautiful you looked as you graced everyone in the place with your presence.

Your eyes locked with him, and his heart soared in his chest. And when you smiled at him, an excited gleam in your eyes - he cannot help but smile back.

Time cannot be any slower, and the aisle cannot be any longer. And have you always walked this slow? Or were you just teasing him?

Diluc's breath hitched - Perhaps you knew how much he wanted to get this over with so he can have you all to himself in the comfort of his room.

And when he saw you smiling mischievously at him, he knew that he was right.

His words failed to describe how beautiful you looked. His words failed the joy he was feeling. May Barbatos have mercy on him

But the tear that escaped the corner of his eye explained everything.

"Oh, what is this?" His best man whispered beside him, a teasing tone lacing his voice. "Master Diluc is crying. Why, I never thought I'd see the day."

Diluc shot him a glare. "Do not make me regret making you my best man, Kaeya."

Kaeya laughed. "Ah, ah, ah," He chimed. "Your wife won't be pleased if we fight at your wedding day."

A warm and pleasant feeling coursed through him. His wife.

"She's not my wife yet." Said Diluc.

Kaeya looked at you as you walked down the aisle. "And in just a few minutes, I'll have two Ragnvindr to annoy." He patted his brother on the back, smiling a genuine smile for the first time. "Congratulations, Diluc."

ZHONGLI

Zhongli, or Rex Lapis for that time, has watched over Teyvat for thousands of years and has witnessed firsthand how kings and tyrants rose and fell, how kingdoms were born, how camaraderie are conducted, how romance makes a man foolish and blinded, how society flourished in the hands of mortals as Archons guarded them from their resting place, and throughout the tales of humans, his eyes has laid upon many beauties.

But you? Oh, even the most esteemed bard of all realms could never bring the satisfactory glory to your name and pulchritude.

How dearly Zhongli missed the unspeakable power, money and authority he had back before he revoked his own position as a deity, keeping a close eye over Liyue and his people. But if ever presented with the opportunity to return to his rightful place as part of the Seven, he shall graciously decline, casting his gaze away and simply returning to your side.

After all, what benefit would he gain from it when he already has his heart is content in the possession of a mere mortal, a mortal he loved and adored. He would dream of ever choosing his old power over you, and that can be affirmed when he asked for your hand as the two of you took an evening stroll outside Liyue.

He has fallen for you and he cannot rise again. A gentle and kind woman with an understanding and patience which knows no bounds. If not for his revelation that he has accomplished all his duties and has come to decide to resign from his reign, your existence may be another reason for him to take the form or a mortal and ask for your hand.

He can still recall that faithful day when he first met you at the harbor. He stood by a high balcony, overlooking Liyue Harbor with arms crossed. The sun beat down against Liyue grounds and his skin, but it also casted an ethereal glow on you as you exited one of the ships that stopoed at the docks. And may he boldly say the sun was outshined that day, and his heart has been taken.

Zhongli can only imagine how many men has chased after you, but failed to woo you.

Zhongli understood the concept of love. After all, Liyue and every living being that sought shelter in its walls were close to his heart, but never in his life has he felt the way he felt for you. It was the sort of phenomena he observed between lovers for centuries - unconditional love and care, a sanctuary in the arms of their beloved, an individual to trust and come home to whether the day has been kind or unkind.

What he thought were trivial matters and the means of mortals for survival he has tasted its sweet flavor, and it was by your hand did he receive it. And he was thankful that you have found him worthy of being with you, and soon, being one with him in the contract of marriage.

And thus came the faithful day, the very day he longed to come ever since you have accepted him as your husband to be, and the day you have dreamt of every night you laid with him.

Zhongli counted the months, weeks, days, and if he had the ability to, minutes until the day of your wedding. He has a calendar in his room and everyday, he enthusiastically crossed out every passing day, watching as his wedding with you grow closer.

And when it finally arrived, Zhongli followed a meticulous routine to prepare himself, using expensive oils and perfume to which the Fatui money has provided splendidly. After all, he wanted to look the best he can for you. You deserved only the best of things, and he shall not hold back on anything to please you.

Though Zhongli, most of the time, was a calm man even under the eye of tribulations, when he stood at the altar in front of his close friends and colleagues, he can't help but feel anxious.

Of course he has no doubt in your love for him. He holds on your every word of love and affection as true, and his love for you was as hard as stone. Rather, it was he who doubted himself and his capabilities.

He wondered if he would be able to take care of you, love you the way you should be, bring a smile to your lips, and a laugh out of your mouth. If he had been Rex Lapis still, he would have easily uphold his duties as your husband. After all, what can an Archon not do?

It would be Childe, his best man, who would console him. He would tell Zhongli he is more than capable to care for you. He has a stable job (not to mention his connection with the Fatui), he was eager to please you and give you about everything if he can, he has a kind heart, he was a man who can manage his time wisely and never choose his profession over you, and above all, he loved you. Not many men can afford the luxury of being this perfect, but Zhongli was no man, not originally at least.

He will be unconvinced of what Childe has said. This unease in him was hard to diminish. Not being enough for you will tear him apart. The thought of it just gnawed at him. Will he make you happy? Will you regret marrying him when you realized life married to him wasn't as you expected?

It was only when the doors opened, and his wide and anticipative eyes darted over to the other end of the place did every little doubt in his mind is erased.

You stood by the entrance wearing the white dress you have fought hard not to show him until this day.

That bright smile on your face, those eyes that shimmered at the sight of him, the faint red on your cheeks - Zhongli did not even notice how love stricken he looked, and nor did he notice a tear cascade from corner of eye.

It was only when Childe stifled a laugh and pointed it out did he feel the dampness at the side of his face.

He forgot how to breathe when you finally stood before him. Even a veil cannot conceal your beauty.

With twinkling eyes, you smiled at him - like he was the only person in the room.

"Are you crying?" You ask playfully.

Zhongli will let out a chuckle, and as he take your hands in his, he said, "In such a beautiful day like this with the loveliest lady in Teyvat before me, how can I not?"

Indeed it was a beautiful day, made better when your lips met his.

He can't stop a few more tears from slipping.

THOSE WHO WOULD BAWL THEIR EYES OUT

CHILDE/TARTAGLIA

Childe understood his duties as a Harbinger even if his playful and flirtatious facade may say otherwise. He kissed hands of women and paid them golden compliments until their mind went hazy with his feigned affection, but he was still a Fatui at the end of the day - a ruthless and greedy scoundrel who had too much Mora in his hands.

And it was because of his line of work that he decided never to commit himself. If he was to find himself infatuated with a woman and she reciprocated his feelings and desired to pursue a relationship with him, it would inevitably drag her to the dangers entailed to his position.

The last thing he wanted was someone to dear to him to be harmed, not to mention his lover could become his weakness, she could be taken by his enemies and be used against him, thus, making things more complicated and harder for him to fulfill his duties to the Tsaritsa.

To him, nothing is more important than seeing through his mission with the finest quality of work he can give.

So damn you for coming into his life and distracting him. Damn you for bringing another bright to his life. Damn you for taking care of his family when he was gone. Just - damn you for making him fall for you.

He hated this - the feeling of being weak, of being vulnerable, of laying his guard down. One touch from you and he's no better than the people he despised for being so frail and powerless.

How ever do you possess this prowess to make him so dependent on you, to relish in your voice when you sing to him as the two of you laid together in his bed, how he let his defenses crumble when you whisper his name, the tug of his heart when you he sees you getting along so well with his family.

Childe wanted you. He wanted you more than anything and anyone in Teyvat. He was going crazy thinking about you.

He refused to acknowledge his feelings at first, thinking perhaps he can use you to comfort him and his family in these troubling times. That's all you were supposed to be, a tool for him to make his family feel better whenever he goes off to accomplish his work as a Harbinger.

But he couldn't stomach the thought of using you like that. He didn't want you to treat like a toy. And it did not help that one day, when he was returning from a mission, you come rushing to him and blurting out your feelings and your worry for his safety.

You loved him. Did he hear you right? You love a Fatui, and a Harbinger, no less. Surely, you aren't that stupid to fall for him.

And yet he smiled a sincere smile at your confession, and he too followed your steps. That night, he was at his weakest. Just relishing in your arms and ridding all the responsibilities over his shoulders. He can forget all his faults for a moment, with you. A peace of mind and heart was found in you.

Childe watched as you played with his fingers, and then he spoke. “Aren’t you afraid?”

You hummed. “Afraid? Of what?”

Childe shook his head and held your hand which toyed with his digits. You looked up at him, puzzled.

“Of me.” Said Childe, pulling your hand and holding it close to his chest. He closed his eyes, almost terrified of what your answer can be. “Of what I can bring to your life. I’m a Harbinger, [ Your Name ]. Your life is at stake just being with me. Do you know what you’re in for for loving me?”

You gazed at him, and he can’t see anything in your eyes. He let out a small gasp when you leaned in and kissed his cheek.

“I’m not afraid of you or anything this world can throw at me.” You confessed. “You’re going to protect me, Tartaglia. I know you will. I trust you. I love you.”

And fucking hell, did he protect you.

He tried to hide you from his fellow Harbingers, and especially to his enemies. Not because they will use you to get the upper hand against him, a leverage. No, he wanted to hide you, as long as he can anyway (because it won't be long until his secret is out, walls do have ears), to protect you. No one will lay a hand or even get a single strand of your hair. May the Archons have mercy on anyone who dares put you in the middle of the dangers of his job, because he surely won't.

Because of this, you and Childe decided to get married in secret, with no one else but Zhongli, the traveler, and their floating companion to be your witnesses in becoming one. The two of you knew well of the consequences your decision shall birth, but it's the one you're making. Nothing in this can stop Childe from making you his wife, and treating you as such.

Childe could not wait for the ceremony to begin. Even with such a small crowd - very small indeed - he did not hold back to make this day special for you. The finest of everything is what you deserved, and if he could give more, he would. But for now, all he can give you is himself, and he dearly wished he was enough.

The whole time, as he waited for you to emerge from the doors of the small cathedral the two of you chose to be wed in, he kept imagining how his life would be like with you.

Waking up beside you was the thing he looked forward to the most. When the sunrays peeked from closed curtains and cascaded down your slumbering form, a gentle and even breaths leaving your lips, a soft expression of rest - the thought of it filled his heart with warmth, a kind of warmth only you can evoke from him.

Waking up at your side on his bed always reminded him thst you were indeed there, and his. Soon, he'll be waking up beside you with a soft smile on his lips, a reminder that you were there, but now as his wife.

Childe never really considered him emotional. It was part of his discipline as a Harbinger never to let his emotions get the better of him. But when you stepped into the cathedral wearing the wedding dress you personally chose and had hidden from him for so long, a veil over your face but the soft smile still just as bright as the morning sun, it all came crashing down to him.

Childe wanted a lot of things in life. But what he wanted the most was to spend the rest of his life with you - providing for you, protecting you, comforting you, falling deeper in love with your every single day. All this he will do until his dying breath, and he knew you'd do the same.

His dream was walking towards him, never taking her eye off him as she approached the altar.

He can hear Paimon clapping and the Traveler reprimanding her for being a little too loud. He can hear Zhongli saying something to him but he couldn't understand a word he said. But he was too lost in his realization that you're going to marry him.

You chose him, a man with too many faults and imperfections.

Just as you arrived at the small steps leading towards the altar, the tears Childe has been trying to hold back streamed down his face, small hiccups escaping his lips.

You stared at him, worried. "Tartaglia, are you alright?"

Childe would try to formulate an answer but through his tears and hiccups, he couldn't make a single comprehensible word. His posture was regal and proper, as though he was trying to fool everyone that he wasn't crying.

How can you ask if he was alright? How can his heart handle how beautiful you looked right now?

"Excuse me, ( Your Name )," Zhongli interjected as he stepped beside Childe. "It seems that your soon to be husband needs a moment to collect himself. Please, excuse us."

Zhongli led Childe back to his room, and the Harbinger did not fight back. He was still crying even when the doors has closed behind him. Zhongli stood by the door, watching the Fatui sit on his bed, trying to stop himself from bawling.

Childe can feel guilt crawling up to him as he realized what he had done. What was supposed to the most perfect day, your most perfect day, was ruined because of him.

He was scared to think what you thought of him now. Were you resenting him for what happened? Did you still wish to marry him?

If only he had controlled his emotions much better. He shouldn't have let his joy break through him in tears.

"She was crying too, you know," Spoke Zhongli.

Childe raised his head to look at the former Archon. "Huh?"

"Your bride, she - " He smiled at him. " - she was crying too. She's happy to be marrying you."

Childe can feel his heart hammering against his chest in delight at what he said.

"So don't keep her waiting."

Childe bawled his eyes out once more when the words - "I do," - left your lips.

AETHER

When his sister was taken from him, Aether was a lost and wandering soul in Teyvat with the sole purpose of finding her.

Throughout his journey, he met different people from different regions. He learned their values and cultures, he grew to love the world he used to be a stranger to, he was able to utilize different sorts of Visions, and yet, despite all of this, Aether was lonely. Paimon - bless her pure soul - tried her best to keep his spirits and bring a smile to his face (he assumed she too felt the hollowness inside of him) but it was all futile as he often find himself seeking solitude and gazing out in an open field wondering where his twin could be and how she was fairing on her own.

He will let the cool breeze comfort him, but all it left was a searing kiss of reality that his search might have been all for naught. That very concept his mind was conjured haunted him in his every waking days. Is he still journeying through Teyvat and reaching out to all Archons with a solid purpose? Was he no wasting his time looking high and low for someone who could not be looking at the sky as he?

"And what if she is?"

Your words is what got his attention. Aether met you in the evening when the stars and the moon was absent from the skies. He sat on a fallen log overlooking the city of Mondstadt, alone and cold. Paimon has insisted in him accompanying him, but he had snuck away before she can chase after him. He needed to be alone with his thoughts, and with the scarce time he has for himself, he has to make the most of every night that comes.

Lumine was in his mind, and worry was gnashing its teeth at him. He was deep in his own world, sinking to the hands of his tragic thoughts, that he did not hear footsteps trekking the hillock he was at. Nor did he realize he was speaking his own worries in the air, eyes distant and staring blankly at nothing.

"What if she's not even looking for me?" That's what he remembered saying that time.

Then you made your presence known with an answer that refuted his initial thought. He whirled his head to the side, wide eyes with surprise. You stood next to him with a faint smile, hands behind your back and the moon slowly peeking from the shroud of clouds. A light in the darkness, the moon was. And so you were you to him.

"Sorry," You apologized, sheepishly giving him a smile as you rubbed the back of your neck. "I didn't mean to interrupt. You were speaking out loud and-and I just had a feeling I needed to say something." You took in a deep breath, and Aether found the pink dusting your cheeks adorable. "I . . . I'll just go now - "

Aether didn't regret asking you to stay.

Before you came to his life, Aether did not know how much he was dwelling in the own hell he made. His inner tribulations, his worries, his insecurities - he only took notice the torture he was putting on himself when you keep saving him from his own mind.

At first, all he thought of you was a precious friend - someone he leaned on and entrusted with everything, whether it be secrets or help with his quests. He told you about his past, his twin, how exactly he was different from the people of Teyvat, how he and sister fought an unknown god, how she slipped from his fingers when he reached out for her, how much he wanted her back. He was terrified of what you may think of him when he told you these things, but to his surprise, all you did was wrap him in your arms and comforted him.

Along with Paimon, you were his dearest friend.

But as time passed, the longer you accompany him and Paimon in his travels, he noticed something strange. The way his heart skipped a beat when you smile at him, how he can't keep his eyes off you when you laugh at one of his tales, how his heart hammered ceaselessly when you press a chaste kiss on his cheek, the relief that seeps in his system when he sees you unscathed from a battle, how irritated he becomes when someone makes an offense against you, the joy that seizes him when he listens to you talking about something you loved, and how much he adored it when you scold him for being a little too reckless in fighting.

Aether, despite being older than he seems, did not know what to make of what he was feeling. It was strange, a good kind of strange - the kind of feeling that makes him feel like he was floating in the sky. All he thought of it was an overwhelming adoration for a friend. Nothing more, nothing less.

It wasn't until Paimon pointed it out did he realize what he was feeling for you.

Upon learning his feelings for you, Aether couldn't sleep for many nights. He was plagued with the desires of his heart and his insecurities. It was like falling back to the same hellish pattern before you came along.

He was in this world for one reason only - to find his twin. And when he does - and he fucking will - he will depart from here with her and continue their travels. Leaving you was the last thing he wanted. He couldn't bear the thought of it. It felt like leaving a piece of him behind in Teyvat, a hole in the shape of your name.

The solution he had for this is directly confessing to you. Of course, the blond was a nervous wreck when he approached you and asked for a moment of your time. Paimon knew of his plan and wandered away for the time being, wanting to give the two of your privacy.

If you did not share the same feelings as he, he can already imagine the pain he will have to deal with, but it'll be much easier to leave. At least then he knows you won't be as hurt as he thought once he takes his leave. He never entertained the idea of you reciprocating his feelings. It would be foolish to - surely you can't find anything appealing with someone like him ; to which you rendered him speechless and a bumbling mess when you pressed your lips against his when he was in the middle of his confession.

Aether shouldn't be this happy with you. He loved you too much to see you hurt when he tells you that he must leave. He was not welcome in this world, he was an outsider, a being not under the authority or influence of any Archons.

But still, he spent months loving you, caring for you, doing anything to come back to you no matter what is thrown at him. He loved having you in his arms when you slept, he loved watching the stars with you at night, he loved you even with the inevitable arguments you two have - Aether was utterly and hopeless in love with you.

And thus, he decided to tell you what will happen after he finds his sister.

He knew he would be heart broken in seeing you cry, but it hurt more to see you smile at to him so genuinely and embraced him, saying, "You used to doubt you'll ever find your sister. It broke my heart everyday seeing you so hopeless, and I - " You composed yourself, shaking your head as your tried to gather your thoughts. " - now look at you," You cupped his cheek, the corners of your eyes wrinkling as your smile broadened. "I always knew the day will come when you have to leave me. When you told me you weren't from this world, I knew then I'll have to let go of you someday. But until that day comes - Aether - "

What a shock it came to him when you got down on one knee and presented to him a glittering ring - there was unconditional love and hope in your eyes. It was like looking back at his reflection. "Marry me, Aether, let me make you happy for the rest of the days we still have remaining until you leave."

Aether can never say no to you.

To his surprise, Master Diluc has already agreed to host your wedding at Dawn Winery. Aether was puzzled as to why he seemed unsurprised by the news of his engagement with you, and the Claymore wielding male answered, "( Your Name ) came to me for help when she planned to propose to you."

Aether knew Diluc, as much as possible, wanted to be alone. A lone wolf, he was. But with gratitude for what he has done, he asked him to be his best man. Diluc was startled by this requests but obliged. The red head might not show it but he was immensely flattered by Aether asking him to be his best now (and now time to subtly show it off to Kaeya).

At the day of the wedding, contrary to what he thought he would feel, Aether woke up with his an ache in his chest. He found himself looking out the window of his room, torn between his happiness and sorrow.

In a few hours, Aether will be able to adorn a ring on your finger, symbolizing your promises with one another. He shall be granted the sole blessing of calling your his wife. It was something he was looking forward to - seeing you in your wedding dress, watching as you walk down the aisle -

But Aether's mind kept drifting back to his sister - She would have wanted to be here. He thought.

Aether felt like he was committing a crime when he decided to take a walk just hours before his wedding. But he needed to clear his mind. Lumine never left his mind. He always thought that they would always be there for one another, or at least in big moments like this.

And yet she was still nowhere to be seen.

Is she still alive? Have I been wasting time? Is she still in danger? Is she lost in Teyvat as well?

"Didn't expect to run into you here."

His body tensed when he heard your voice, and he twirled around only to have his breath taken away.

You stood before him in the white dress he had longed to see ever since you proposed to him. He thought he would see a frown on your face, dismayed for his impromptu walk, but you wore a soft smile - a soft and understanding smile.

Aether did know what to say to you. He just stared at you, overwhelmed.

He opened his mouth to speak but he couldn't say anything. His shoulders slumped, and he sighed.

You approached him and kissed his cheek. He hummed in delight, eyes closing. "I hope you're not having second thoughts on marrying me." You told him.

Aether was quick to respond. He took your hand in his and kissed your knuckles. He looked into your eyes with affirming hues, "There is nothing I'm more sure of than marrying you."

You beamed at him. Seeing your face brighten up is always a beautiful sight for Aether, and it was enough for him to feel enlightened in the midst of his internal crisis.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Of course you can already tell something is bothering him. Aether shook his head. He has already ruined a small part of what is supposed to be a perfect day, he can't risk another mistake.

"I'm not going to push you to tell me anything." You stated.

Aether smiled. "Thank you." He replied. He gazed at you for a little while, taking you in. "Why are you out here anyway? And in your wedding dress too."

Your eyes widened and you looked down to assess his evaluation. "Oh Archons," You mewled. "I forgot I was wearing this." You let out a groan. "Great, now my surprise is ruined. I won't be able to see you cry when you see me walk down the aisle."

He laughed a little. "But still happy as ever to see you." He said. "So why are you outside?"

"Just . . . " You began, and Aether can detect a hint of nervousness in your voice. " . . . picking some flowers."

"I thought we already ordered flowers." Aether thought, frowning. "Did someone forget to deliver the flowers? I can call someone if - "

"No, I just wanted to pick some flowers, randomly. Like how you wanted to take a walk, randomly."

He looked at you with hesitant eyes. He didn't believe you. There was something hidden behind your motive to be out here. But like how you didn't press him with what was the problem, he did the same for you.

"Okay," He breathed out. "What flowers did you pick then?"

Aether's breath hitched when you pulled out a bundle of Windwheel Asters and several more flowers that was all too familiar with him.

He stared at the white flowers that combined with your Windwheel Asters, the very flowers that he remembered adorned his sister's hair.

"Aether? Aether are you okay?"

He stared at you with glistening eyes, his heart blossoming with adoration and gratitude. Without even meaning to, you managed to make everything alright.

"Yeah," He smiled at you. "I'm okay."

Aether thought when he stood at the altar, he would have Diluc trying to soothe his nerves as his insecurities slowly sink in his mind. But it didn't happen. Diluc merely stood by him with a relaxed expression, glancing at him every now and then.

"You don't look nervous at all." Diluc remarked.

Aether chuckled. "This is the only decision I fully know I won't regret."

Aether felt like it was his first time seeing you in your wedding dress. His heart was filled with the brim with utmost joy, but what caught his attention was the bouquet of flowers in your hands.

You told him before that you will have roses as your bouquet, but to his surprise, he can see the Windwheel Asters and the white flowers that reminded him of his sister.

His emotions was all over the place. He had no idea how he could look so calm. Somehow he managed to hold himself together until you finally stood before him.

When you stared at him behind the veil, he couldn't take it anymore. You were too perfect. How could he be so blessed with you?

Tears sprung to his eyes when you reached out to take his hands in yours. He retracted one of them to rub his arm across his eyes, wiping away the wetness that streamed to his face.

Why am I crying like a child in my wedding? Stop it!

He couldn't.

He only cried harder when you leaned forward, removed his arm from his eyes, made him look into your vibrant hues, to give a small peck on his lips - "You're okay, Aether."

BENNETT

Bennett understood his bad luck more than anyone. He had lived with and through it his entire life he graced the surface of the earth. It was almost pitiful to see the boy smiling ever so brightly as misfortune after misfortune comes hurtling his way, but to him? It was an everyday and normal occurrence, nothing he hasn't seen or experienced before. His spirits has never let their roaring flame vanish, however, and if it had not been for his bad luck, everyone would have been drawn to his warm, welcoming, affable, and cheerful soul.

But just because he was used to the constant array of debacle thrown his way, doesn't mean there were never days where he won't be upset over everything it brought to his life, and others as well, and wonder how long it will take until his unluckiness will lead him back to the very situation he was rescued from when he was a mere baby.

He forgot how long it was when he had experienced something good, miraculously so. The only time he can recall being so was when he encountered the Honorary Knight, convened with them as a temporary adventure team, and found a treasure chest containing items he has only dreamed of in his sleep deep within a domain. However, that was many moons ago, and nothing has ever compared to it ever since. The moment he departed from the Honorary Knight, his bad luck came instantly to bite him.

It was far too long ago. Sometimes, Bennett wondered if that would be the only good thing that can happen to him in his lifetime, and thank the Archons he was wrong because the very worst day that came upon him is a day he will never exchange for another - the day he met you. When it was raining, thunder in the distance, lightning striking trees and soil, his bruised and bleeding form hardly covered under a small and flimsy tent, you graced him with your presence, and an umbrella which you used to cover both of you.

He had never stopped admiring you ever since. His eyes always followed you, wide and shining. He remembered the warmth in his chest and the redness tinting his cheeks when you brought him to your abode and treated his wounds with care gentler than the Deaconess. When he told you what happened to him, he anticipated to he shoved out of the house immediately and have your front door slammed on his face, but you did not. When he warned you about his curse, telling you how you will be affected when you spend a little too much time with him, the look of fright did not cross your visage and you even insisted that he not leave your house until you were sure he was capable of moving without pain, even if you had instantly been affected by his unluckiness (you pricked your finger quite badly when you were stitching a deep wound of his. He always felt guilty for that and has not stopped offering his apologies whenever it pricks the corner of his mind).

Other than the team of adventurers who had saved him from peril when he was a baby, it was difficult to find someone who will stay with him, through bad times and more of it. One cannot simply imagine and comprehend the confusion and happiness that seized him when he found out you were spending more and more time with him, not out pity but because you enjoy his company (which was weird, but he'll take it).

You possessed no Vision, but Bennett never saw you in an inferior light. In fact, it impressed him how you can hold yourself without the aid of any power. Enemies took a little longer to eradicate but ultimately, you were always successful. He held you in high regard, and very much like a certain blond traveler, the poor boy thought it was merely friendship and respect he felt towards you. After all, wouldn't a friend accompany him in his adventures no matter what disappointing or gratifying the outcome is? Wouldn't a friend prepare meals for him before he goes off on a solo expedition? Wouldn't a friend stay up late up waiting for him to return after? Wouldn't a friend welcome him by the entrance of Mondstadt upon his arrival? Wouldn't a friend give him butterflies in his stomach? Wouldn't a friend make his heart pound in a way

It had taken the Traveler and his floating companion for Bennett to learn about how exactly he was feeling for you.

He liked you, and not in the way he liked the traveler or Razor - he liked liked you.

When he realized about his feelings, Bennett nearly short circuit every time you go near him. His face flush a rich color of vermillion, his confident posture stripped down to a coy and uncertain stance, his eyes darted and never meeting yours for too long, a sheepish smile painted over his brims - Bennett had never felt this way before. It was foreign to him - liking someone - and it was worse for him because you were his one of his few friends (you, Razor, the Traveler and their floating friend), and having you withdraw from him if you ever learned his feelings frightened him more than any Ruin Guard could.

He didn't bother entertaining the idea of you returning his feelings. With his bad luck, it was bound to end in a rejection, and he didn't believe he had the heart to accept the hurt that would come.

Bennett tried to keep his feeling a secret, he really, genuinely, did. He locked his feelings for you in a box and stowed away somewhere behind his mind. But it didn't take you too long to catch on. Bennett's theatrics wasn't as impenetrable as he originally thought because there was no other reason for you to corner him in a street in Mondstadt after he tried to avoid crossing paths with you, and admit your feelings to him.

"( Your Name )," Stuttered Bennett, eyes darting to the side to avoid your eyes as he pressed his back against the wall behind him. You gazed at him, a tint of red over your cheek.

Archon, how are you so adorable?

"Uh, hi," He greeted meekly, as he rubbed the back of his head. "I-I was just about to leave for an adventure - "

"Bennett," You spoke, and he froze at the tone of your voice.

He looked at you properly, gulping. Shy eyes, shy smile, shy, shy, shy - and yet somehow, Bennett thought the worse - that you found out about his feelings and was about to turn him down.

He almost got down on his knees and press his hands together in a praying position, head bowed, and beg to keep your friendship. It didn't matter if you did not share his feelings. You were more important than his stupid feelings. He can deal with the hurt of rejection that will soon to come, but losing you completely? Can he even come to terms with that?

But before he can do such humiliating display, you leaned in and pressed a kiss on his cheek,

It was almost too good to be true, and with someone like him, Bennett had to take a moment to comprehend what has happened. His feelings were reciprocated, opposite of what should have been considering his dilemma. How can this be? He was sure your friendship would be put to an end when you learn about what he felt for you. How did you even know that he liked you? Has he been too obvious? Surely not (he was). Perhaps you were merely toying with him, discovering his feelings and choosing to use it as a way to alleviate your boredom -

Horror struck him when he processed the message behind his doubt. How could he think so little of you? Someone as sweet and kind as you would be repulsed by the intention of the actions he thought you were presenting to him. Prideful as this may sound, Bennett believed he knew you enough to know you were sincere in everything you do.

But even if both your feelings are revealed to be mutual, the two of you agreed to wait until a certain age before forming a romantic relationship. The two of you are young and there are a lot more the world can offer outside Mondstadt. There are countless of opportunities to grow and be mature, to be able to have a set of qualities to take of one another.

But that didn't mean the two of you easily managed to hold back showcasing your favor for the other. Bennett will always find himself exchanging secret glances and smile with you whenever a third party joins in on your adventure. He would stick by your side in situations he think could potentially lead you to a major injury. He will attempt (and fail, unfortunately) to whip you up with something delicious when he has free time. And you did the same to him.

With you, there was never a time where his heart wasn't beating against his chest. He can't stop himself from bounding recklessly through his adventures whenever you accompany him, although he will still keep a close eye on you just in case something bad happens to you (but it's always him who ends up injured).

But what he liked the most are the kisses the two of you share. Short, chaste, and shy - whether it be behind closed doors, when others are looking away, or when the two of you set of on an adventure.

Bennett would lay in his bed with a smile on his face, his thundering heart preventing him from sleeping. He'll often find himself burying his face against his pillow, grinning from ear to ear.

This smile was different. This wasn't smile that he usually wore, the kind of smile that persevered through hardship after another. No, it was the sort of smile that was too carefree and too full of utmost joy, no worries or doubts in his heart. Everyday he always woke up to the excitement of adventure, but now, the excitement of it and seeing you once again always had him brimming with the want for the night to be over with so he can chase after his dreams with you. Chasing his dreams with you, what a life.

His world is full of a bad luck, but he thanked the Archons for giving him someone he can depend on in the troubling waters he always he seem to drown in.

Bennett, embarrassing it may sound, often laid on his bed imagining about marrying you.

He can see himself making a fool out of himself when he gets down on one knee and propose to you. It'll be set in the most beautiful place he discovered in one of his adventure, somewhere quiet. Like maybe on top of a mountain overseeing a vast field.

Because of his bad luck, he'll try to prepare for every outcome. To be very sure everything will be saved, he made sure he created a plan B for his plan A, a plan C for his plan B, and so on, and so forth.

He can imagine himself fumbling over his words, blushing a bright red was made prominent because of his white hair, holding a bunch of hand picked flowers a little too tightly, sweat pouring from his face, his suit and hair a little ruffled -

If you say yes (spoiler alert, you will), he will most probably go haywire with shock and happiness, causing him to drop the ring down the mountain, and the two of you will spend quite some time looking for it. But in the end, you two will find it somewhere deep underground or deep underwater (to which you will ask help to retrieve) (Bennett offered to go down to get the ring but you can’t take any chances) and then you can start planning the wedding.

If Bennett had backup plans for his proposal, then expect there'll be much more backups with your wedding. He needed this day to be perfect for you, and his bad luck won't stop him from providing it for you. Even if he had to fight through horde after horde of Hilichurls (please stop him when he does, he definitely will do that for you), making you happy is his top priority.

Bennett will be extremely anxious the day before the wedding. He'll be pacing around his room, and has half a mind of running over to your place and spending the night there to reassure himself that you still want to marry him, and that you’re absolutely sure you want to spend the rest of your life with him. It will be Razor - who the Traveler spent hours teaching the basic information of the role of Best Man to - who will calm his nerves. He’ll stop Bennett from reaching your house and carry him back to his own, and giving him a lecture (he did his best) like the best man he was.

Was he having second thoughts on marrying you? No way! He will just be nervous about how the wedding will go. With his bad luck, something horrible is bound to happen.

At the day of the wedding, Bennett can imagine himself constantly seeking reassurance from his best man.

"What if I mess up?" Questions Bennett to Razor, anxious hands fiddling with his tie.

"Messing up is . . . normal." Razor will reassure him, but Bennett will shake his head.

“But it's me. When I mess up, it's always . . . catastrophic . . . ”

Bennett hoped that at least for his wedding way, everything will go smoothly. A perfect day, for you and for him. He won't embarrass you or himself. He won't forget the rings, he won't have his clothes tucked inside out, he will not spill any food or drinks on himself or on his guests, there will be no random Hilichurl attacks - none of that.

He really hoped for the Archons to spare him from his bad luck.

He will be able to stand by the altar with confidence and a smile, waiting for you to walk down the aisle.

As Bennett is consumed with his thoughts, his eyes drew to the small table at the side of his bed and caught sight of the picture of the two of you perched on the surface. It was a picture you took with a kamera after one of his adventures. The two of you smiling happily as he showcased the loot of vegetables and wheat he gathered in numerous luxurious chests. It was good day, that picture was. He found more resources than usual. Of course, he learned from the Traveler that most of the chest they found contained treasures but hey, vegetables are better than nothing, right?

Bennett stared at your smiling face and can feel the heat creep on his cheeks as he imagined you in a pretty, white wedding dress, smiling at him so shyly and cute - oh, Archons, help him. May them have mercy on him. Of course, you always looked pretty to him - so, so pretty - but in your wedding day? Archons, he doesn't know if he can take that. It'll be too much for his big heart.

He can only imagine how your wedding will play out, but there is one thing he was sure of and that is that he will burst into tears once he laid his eyes upon you - and not the soft cry most men do in their wedding, oh, not at all like that. His heart is too big with too much love for you, and too soft to control his emotions properly.

Bennett will cry (bawl, actually), his tears of joy coming in streams, and it was loud enough for strangers to think he was grieving over a deceased loved one. He was hiccupping and sobbing, will probably be holding on to his vest tightly as if his entire lifeline depended on the pressure of how he crumpled the fabric. He hoped that in that time, Razor or the Traveler will lend him a hand and calm him down before he can ruin his own wedding.

Bennett, as he happily imagined that fateful day to come in the future (spoilers again, it will) did not feel a tear slip from the corner of his eye as he drifted off to a pleasant slumber with a beaming smile.

The boy absolutely adores you.

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Title: pretty eyes [short story] Pairing: Gojo Satoru x gn!reader [soulmate au; takes place eight years before the yuuji and sukuna fusion] Genre: josei, romance, fluff, comedy, and your normal tragic angst!

Summary: in which the right eye is mine and the left eye is yours and when we meet for the first time, you see your own eyes staring back at you. Warnings: language, blood, minor manga spoilers, mild ooc gojo and death

Notes: can we all just sit down admire satoru? Like the eyes man, the attitude omg... Ah im so sorry in advance if hes ooc here sksksk it is my first time to write about any jjk characters and I havent fully grasped them yet despite reading the manga anyways i wont be online next week and tomorrow so i decided to publish this ahead of time. ily all and again thank you for the love and support, it does mean a lot *bows down* see you all again when i’ve got time? jskskss i fucking hate college and online classes, satoru save me please soulmate au’s [not read in any particular order nor are they connected, they just share the same trope] Pretty eyes [gojo vers.] || lasting blues [toji vers]

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“Pretty.” were the very first words you uttered in complete awe as you saw yourself in the mirror and no, this wasn’t directed to your physical appearance. It was directed to your left eye, the eye of your soulmate.

Contrasting to your normal boring color on the right, your soulmate’s eyes were ethereal and unreal. How could someone have such pretty eyes? It was completely surreal at that point that you refused to believe that someone with these eyes were actually human.

You placed one hand and gently caressed the left side of your face where the pretty eye rested, “You must be an angel.” you muttered, “Only angels have pretty eyes.”

Thus like every child you gave your soulmate a nickname, ‘pretty angel’ and every night before you slept, you’d wonder out loud how your pretty angel was doing, if they were nearby, or anything like that. You wonder what type of food they like, do they like to leave the window open for a cool wind or do they like their chocolate hot or iced.

Yet as you grew older, the pretty angel faded out into your thoughts. The pretty idea of soulmates and love disappeared like the story books you read as a child. The pretty blue eyes on your left is forgotten as life takes a toll on you.

They say death was inevitable, when your mother died in middle school, you watch as your father’s left eye turn to your mother’s color. You watched as he clenched her hand, like it was some last resort of plea. You watched him cry as he passed by the mirrors and you wondered, would it hurt like that too?

It baffles you how beautiful and cruel the soulmate system was.

How every time your father would stare at his own reflection, his left eye would be nothing but a reminder of your dead mother.

You let out a second meek cough in the quiet bookstore that night, the sounds of the car passing by were nothing but quiet noise to you as you immerse yourself in the literature book you were reading, your students would surely love this one.You let out another cough as you turn around to find a small space to read since standing for too long made you tired too quickly.

You’re too enchanted by the words of the author that you don’t even notice the rather tall man in front of you.

You look up, ready to give a quiet apology but stop short when you notice how ethereal the stranger looked. Albeit he wore a pair of weird Lennon shades at this time of night, he reminded you very much of an angel with his snow white hair.

You don’t even notice how your left eye is returning back to it’s normal color, the stranger does though and it surely was odd to see his eyes on a stranger.

“Well,” the stranger has a shit-eating grin decorating his handsome features, he definitely looked like trouble for sure, “This is unexpected.”

He lowers his shades and your eyes immediately widen as you suddenly cup the left side of your face, you’d recognize those unique eyes anywhere, after all, you had those on your left eye since you were born, “Y-You.” you muttered, the shock momentarily eating you up.

“Yeah, me.” He grins, loving the sudden attention, “Wow, I was expecting something like fireworks or flowers to appear.” He suddenly teased, bending down to your level.

Now that you notice it, he was very, very tall.

“I…” You blink, trying to gain your composure, “Wow…”

“Did I pass your expectations?” it’s been a few minutes since you started talking and all he has been doing is teasing you.

“You do look like an angel.” You complimented and his eyes widened at the rather out-of-place compliment, “Your eyes are very pretty, thanks for letting me borrow them for twenty-two years.”

Gojo Satoru thought he had the upper-hand, after all, you looked quite meek but when you said those compliments, he was sure that you were going to be the teasing one in this whole-soulmate thing.

So he tries to one up you.

“I’m Satoru Gojo but you can call me tonight.” He grinned, trying to tease you once again, the corny pick up line sounds suave but your blank expression says otherwise.

“I’m Y/N L/N and think I should call you in the morning, it is quite late right now and I still have classes at eight am.” You mumbled, looking down at your watch, “How about you just walk me home, then?”

“Okay.” Satoru immediately raises his hands, signaling that he was giving up, “First off, you should be more hyper aware that I may be a serial killer.”

“Are you?”

“What?”

“Are you a serial killer?” you repeat, “That would be awfully disappointing if my soulmate was one since I’d immediately give you up on the police. I’m not interested in being in a Bonnie and Clyde type of thing and I think it’s too early for me to die.”

“You’re very upfront about these sorts of things.”

“Well, you’re very teasing for someone who just met their soulmate a few minutes ago.” you shrug, “So, are you going to walk me home or not?”

“Ah, bossy too. I love the attitude already.”

“We’re spending our whole lives together. You might as well get used to it.”

You’d think the idea of soulmates would scare you after the firsthand experience with your parents but curiosity always got the best of you and the white-haired man proved that maybe it would be different this time.

Throughout the few months you’ve spent with him, You’ve noticed that Gojo Satoru and you may be alike in some ways but in most ways, he was different.

First, he was enigmatic. You’ve known the man for a couple of months now and you’ve been going out on dates but you don’t know much about him except that like you, he’s a teacher at a good school and he tends to be conceited when he talks about his personal skills as a teacher.

“...What are you doing?” Satoru asked, peeking from behind your shoulder as you type in the grades of your student for your class.

“I’m grading my students.” You muttered, it was after dinner at your place and he was lazing around your place, the sound of faint jazz music could be heard throughout your small space and the wafting smell of freshly baked brownies filled the room, “Aren’t you supposed to be doing something since you're a teacher?”

Satoru quirks a brow as if you had said something odd then it seemed like realization had dawn upon him at that moment.

“Ah, I’m not doing much since my students are on break.”

“Didn’t you say that last time?”

Silence filled the room and Satoru breaks it off with his very famous ‘heh’ that made you inwardly roll your eyes and chunk the pillow that you’ve been hugging towards his direction, “Stop slacking off, you’re a teacher.” You scold him mildly, followed by a small cough.

“Ah, Y/N-chan. You’re so mean to me,” He frowned, handing you the mug filled with water, “...No fair.”

“You're a teacher and you’re slacking off.” You deadpanned, ignoring his sly ways of trying to get you in his arms, “How is that even fair?”

“My students can handle themselves so well that I don’t need to babysit them.” He hmphed, arms crossed and head held up high in a rather arrogant manner. You could only only scoff back a reply at his rather haughty attitude but you’ve gotten used to it to the point where you just roll your eyes.

“You’re a very bad teacher, Satoru.”

“Hey, I am considered one of the best and it’s an honor-”

You clicked your tongue and just pinched his cheek in reply to get him to stop drawling on about his achievements. You wondered if you dated a man child or something.

Second, despite his teasing nature and good looks, he’s a rather shy bean and has some insecurities about it too, maybe it was because there were moments where you couldn’t really understand your soulmate and his puzzling life. He didn’t tell and you didn’t want to pry because you technically both had your whole life to get around that subject.

Luckily, you seem to have found a remedy for moments like that.

“Satoru…” You called out to your soulmate who was staring at the nutrition content of the wafers on his hand, “Satoru!”

“Oh, sorry. What were you talking about?” he finally snapped out of his daze and turned to you who was standing there, hand on your hip. The crispy wafers on his hand are long forgotten.

Your soulmate is good looking, alright. If anyone were to pass by him they wouldn’t see the minor zilch of worry in his eyes.

“Are you alright?” You ask, walking closer to him, completely serious.

“...You aren’t going to leave me, right?”

You raise a brow at the sudden question, wasn’t he too young to have some mid-life crisis? Was this because of the soulmate movie you watched late last night about the soulmate leaving their other half to rebel against the system and because of his partner’s family?

“Why would I leave you?”

He blinks once, then twice, the only sound that could be heard was the familiar music playing throughout the grocery store, it was as if no one was there during the mid-day. Satoru proceeds to look away, “I don’t know. What if you realize that you don’t like me as your soulmate and you followed what the dude did in the movie?” he started to mumble, mouth pressed on a straight line.

“Ah, the whole rich in-laws.” you blinked, “Don’t tell me you’re a son of some huge clan in japan that’s loaded and I’m going to be a disgrace to your family name or something?”

It came out as a joke at first, it really did and you were going to laugh but when you notice the straight face he has on, you realize it was anything but a joke.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, Oh.”

“Aren’t I supposed to be the one asking that question then?”

“What?” He almost half-yelled, eyes wide behind his usual shades that he seemed to wear a lot, “That doesn’t make sense!”

“Neither does your question, Satoru.” You frowned, massaging your temples, “I should be the one asking you that, are you going to leave me?”

“Of course not.” He sputters out.

“Then there goes my answer too.” You replied, huffing out as you grab the sweet wafers on his hand to put into the cart, “You’re very weird.”

“You’re weird.”

“No, you are.”

“You seriously asked me if I’d leave you because of your rich family in the middle of the day.” You deadpanned, inching closer to him to the point where your lips are brushing against his.

“This is unfair.” He huffed, suddenly turning red, “You’re attacking me in broad daylight.”

“Oh dear.” Your beguiling eyes, enjoying his rather embarrassed state, “This isn’t attacking, Satoru.”

Then you closed the distance between you two, his eyes seemed to widen behind his shades at your forward approach, clearly you guys never did PDA. You took this as an opportunity to lick his lower lip so you could slip your tongue in and as he starts getting into it and placing his hand to cup your ass, you pull away with a big smile on your lips, “That’s attacking.” you grinned.

Satoru seemed to have regained his senses quickly after that rather heated public make-out session, he placed his hand on top of his mouth and feigned embarrassment, “My, My, I didn’t think you’d enjoy those types of things in public.” he was back to his normal teasing self.

Well, that seemed to have worked very well.

“Mhm,”

Yet unknown to you those thoughts still lingered in his head, it wasn’t just his family that he was worried about, it was also regarding his job as a jujutsu sorcerer something he has yet to mention, he’s not even sure if you’d believe him it’s a normal occurrence for people like him to die in this occupation and he’s scared that one day, you’ll see your left eye turning back to his eye color with no valid explanation.

Not only that but the amount of people who’d go after you to get to him, he clenched on the shopping cart tightly

“I’m tired.” You cut his thoughts short and Satoru turns to you, unlike him, you weren’t physically active so you tire easily, even joking around that you were a granny in a child’s body, “Can we sit down after this and get some gyudon?”

“Sure Y/N.” he grins, giving you a one-arm hug and kissing your temple.

Third, he’s terrible with kids, period, no questions asked.

Your eyes narrowed to slits as he brought in one of his students named Megumi, the boy is quiet and compared to your giant and teasing soulmate, he’s serious. In fact he was more serious than the tiny pinky of the white-haired man.

“...Are you kidnapping a third grader?”

“He’s one of my students.”

“You don’t even know the first thing of looking after kids.” You pointed out, “And didn’t you mention that you teach high school students?”

“Well,” he drawled on, “It’s kind of a long story but he’s technically a genius.”

You let out a stifling sigh, “You’re impossible.” you mutter, bending down to the small boy’s level, “Would you like something to eat in compensation for him annoying you?”

The boy nods mutely.

“I wasn’t annoying him!” He corrects.

“He looks very annoyed standing next to you.”

“That’s literally what he looks like!”

You roll your eyes in reply and turn to the young boy, handing him a pastry that you had brought earlier. You watched Megumi eat his pastry in front of the television that played some child-friendly show as you let out a soft cough and pour yourself some water

“Are you alright?” Satoru asks, resting his head on your shoulders.

“Yeah,” You replied, “Why’d you ask?”

“You’re looking quite pale these days.”

“Maybe it’s the allergy season, already.” you nonchalantly replied, taking another gulp of water, “You’re terrible with kids, by the way.”

“That’s why I’m a high school teacher, Y/N.”

This connects you to your fourth observation, he’s nonchalant and easy going but he harbors a rather deep worry for you to the point where you wonder if he was really your soulmate or your mother incarnate. Three years into the whole soulmate thing with him, you still couldn’t help but think that he’s doting nature was quite adorable.

You feel like you’re coming down with a cold these days, your head has been throbbing and your cough is worsening. Satoru’s eyes are filled with nothing but worry as he handed you some medication. Your soulmate was now a mother hen and if it were different circumstances, you’d laugh it off.

“We should go to the doctor.” He nagged you once again.

“I’m literally going to sleep it off.” You hoarsely replied, “I’ll be fine, Satoru.”

“You literally sound like you smoked a pack with your voice, are you sure?”

“I am.” You glared, “Don’t sleep-”

Before you could even finish what you were saying, he flops right next to you in the bed, “-I literally told you to not sleep next to me.” you scolded him.

“A mere cold won’t phase me.”

“I swear to god, Gojo Satoru. I’ll kick you out.” He ignores your ministrations and snuggles his head on your neck, his warm breath tickling it, “You’re impossible.”

“You love me.”

“Sadly.”

“Hey.”

“I’m kidding.” you let out a quiet chuckle, looking down at your soulmate and running your hands through his white hair, “I love you very much, you idiot.”

“Hard same.”

“Never mind, I take it back.” you giggle.

And after a rather short playful banter between you two, you find yourself sleeping and snuggling on his long limbs. You think all is well, you really do. That was until you wake up later at three am in the morning with a loud coughing fit. Satoru immediately sits upright and opens your nightlight but what he sees next, scares him more than the curses he has ever encountered.

Your sheets are now stained in blood from the coughing fit that had just happened and you're completely taken aback too, completely breathless.

“Y-Y/N…” He gulps down, quickly taking the sheets away from you, “Let’s go to the hospital now, please?”

“...L/N-san, have you been getting coughing fits before this?” the doctor asks, looking up from your chart. Satoru watches you shake your head as you clench the paws of his jacket, the doctor takes off his glasses, “How about coughs that don’t seem to go away? Getting tired too easily?”

Satoru doesn’t like where this was going, he doesn’t like where this was going at all.

“Um, just some dry coughs and I’ve always been an inactive person.” You quietly replied, contrasting to your usual bright and teasing demeanor, you looked too tired this morning and Satoru just hopes it’s because he dragged you out of bed at four am to get yourself checked asap.

“Y/N-san, has any of your family members been diagnosed with lung cancer?”

The whole room is silent and you could almost hear a pin drop, Satoru feels his knuckles suddenly turn white, “I recalled my okaasan died because of that.” You replied silently and the doctor nods feverishly.

“...Y/N-san...It pains me to say this but the reason you’ve been experiencing this is because of the tumors located in your lungs.” Satoru feels his heart drop when he hears those words, “We have to do further tests to confirm-”

“Do it.” Satoru cuts the old doctor off, his hands are visibly shaking already, he hopes that this was just a misdiagnosis, that this doctor was just a bad one or better yet whatever excuse his mind could make up at that moment, “Do all the tests needed for Y/N, please.”

Fifth, he’s very supportive towards you and your impulsive decisions. If he could join you in it, he would but you usually decide against it.

It’s another quiet night for you as you sit across from your soulmate at the dinner table. You’ve grown awfully thin and your hair was starting to fall off due to the chemoradiation, this day marked the third month since you found out that you have lung cancer just like your mother. Surgery was apparently too risky so the safest option right now was this treatment.

You don’t deny the anxiety eating you up every day, specifically the fear of death, you’re even more worried for Satoru since not only had he been paying for your treatment but he had opt to take care of you, saying that his job would be fine without him since you were going to get better soon anyways.

“Would you still love me if I shaved my hair?” You asked, your voice still quite hoarse.

“You kidding me? I’d still love you even if you turned into a roach.”

You immediately crinkle your nose in disgust, “That’s disgusting.”

“Honest reply.”

Truthfully, the man had been your rock these past three months. You knew how hard it was for him to be happy around you, how he had put on a brave front and remained positive saying that this was just going to be a rough couple of months and you’d be back in no time despite the bleak outlook.

It kept you sane amongst the tragedy.

“I wanna shave my hair.”

“Like right now?”

You nod, “Can we use your electric razor?”

“You want me.” he points to himself, “To cut your hair?”

“I wouldn’t want anyone else to do it.” You grinned.

And that’s how you ended up in your bathroom after dinner, Satoru’s shades on the side and his concentration directly on your scalp. You had literally told him that he just needed to do it the same way as he shaved his beard but he was still scared. Apparently, he had never shaved anyone’s hair before.

“...Okay, Y/N. Here goes…” He proclaimed, switching the razor on. As bits and pieces of your hair fall to the ground, you feel your cheeks getting wet and your shoulders tense, Satoru is quick to notice the switch of emotion and immediately turns the razor off before bending down in front of you, “Woah, woah… Y/N….”

“I-I…” Your lips are quivering as the tears fall faster when you see his pretty eyes staring back at yours, you try to let out a laugh but instead it comes out as a choke sob, “Sorry, this is stupid. I’m literally crying over fucking hair.”

“No, of course not…” He replies, enveloping you in a hug, “Of course not.”

Satoru feels you start to shake in his arms and he knows he should keep his emotions in check, he’s a sorcerer for crying out loud but seeing you break down for the first time in three months had him shaking too, you didn’t deserve all this, fuck, you didn’t deserve any of this at all!

“Would you like me to shave my hair so you’d feel a bit better?” he asks. After recovering from your breakdown, you had asked him to continue shaving your hair because you might as well be done with it.

“Please don’t.” You reply, wiping your tears away, “We’d look like eggs.”

“Cute eggs, you mean.” He corrects, teasing you and trying to cheer you up, this was all he could do and he hates it.

He really hates it.

What good was the title of being the strongest when he couldn’t save you from all of this?

Lastly, if you hadn’t highlighted it enough. He has pretty eyes, contrasting to your dull and boring ones, you always loved how different his eyes are. Sometimes you wondered why he dared to hide them behind his crappy and overused Lennon shades.

“Can I see them?”

Your room is dimly lit as Satoru sleeps next to you on the hospital bed, you were growing weaker and frailer by the day and you could see the toll it took on your soulmate. You were heavily reminded of your father who was sitting right next to your mother on her deathbed.

“See what?” He yawned.

“Your eyes.”

“You’re awfully in love with them, huh?”

“I’ve always been in love with them from the moment I saw it in the mirror.”

Silence envelopes the room with your statement and as requested, he takes the shades off and now you’re greeted by the most beautiful blue eyes that you love to look at in the reflection since you were a child, “Pretty.” You muttered, raising your frail hands slowly to cup his face, “Pretty eyes.”

Satoru takes in a deep breath as he places his hand on top of yours, the silence is heavy. You both know what’s about to come in the next few days, you’re lucky if you even last a night. Yet he doesn’t want to talk about it, he shuts the topic off quickly when you try to even raise it.

“Yeah.” he mumbles, staring at you, “Pretty.”

You let out a quiet laugh, “I doubt it, I’m anything but pretty now.” your voice hoarse, making him lightly squeeze your hands, “Will you be bringing Megumi tomorrow?”

“Yeah, the brat said he saved enough money to get you your favorite pastry.”

“That’s good.” you blinked, “I’m tired.”

Satoru feels his shoulder tense at your words, they were so plain yet at the same time so heavy, “Should I call the doctor?” he asks. You shake your head and just snuggle on his chest.

“No,” You mumbled, inhaling his scent and basking on his presence, “I want your warmth next to me.”

“Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“You know, you’ve always had prettier eyes.”

Yet you don’t reply and he feels your grip on his sweater lessen, he doesn’t even need to see his reflection to know that his left eye has returned back to your (e/c) ones.

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Hello, I’m looking for a really good reincarnation fic I can’t find.

The premise is that instead of having their set corporations, Aziraphale and Crowley just get reincarnated over and over again in human bodies. But they don’t have their memories since they are born, they gain them back later in life. And for some reason they keep reincarnating near each other and their human versions keep falling in love with each other and getting romantically involved before they get their memories back, so sometimes they get their memories back and the two of them are already married with children while still being mortal enemies.

I would also like recommendations for other good reincarnation fics. Thanks

Hi. Not sure on your specific lost fic, but here are some possibilities and a bunch of great reincarnation fics for you!...

You're Human (Re)incarnate by Cryptand_Bismol (M-E) (Series)

Reincarnation series, where Aziraphale and Crowley have been cursed to live and die as humans. Unbeknown to Heaven and Hell, the curse only partially works, causing the pair to be reincarnated over and over. Their memories may start wiped with each iteration, but they always remember each other, and their past, eventually.

Good Omens Soulmates AU by SlyKing (NR, G) (Series)

In this Alternative Universe, Aziraphale and Crowley are soulmates; they reincarnate at different times and always find each other.

From the Top (Say Your Lines Once More) by CoffeeStars (T)

Crowley lives and dies and wakes up to repeat the cycle. And every single time Aziraphale is there, a different face and new memories.

Doubt Thou The Stars Are Fire by Princip1914 (E)

“Oh God,” Aziraphale said to the empty bookshop, pouring himself another drink, “Oh, Lord, tell me, if we had been humans together, with short lifespans and squishy bits and all that.” Aziraphale interrupted himself by hiccupping. “Would we have fallen in love? Are you listening lord? If you hear me, give me a sign, please, I beg you.”

Unfortunately, or fortunately--one can never really say in such ineffable circumstances--the almighty was, indeed, listening.

Single-Use Lives by hanap (E)

Things go horribly wrong when it turns out Agnes Nutter's prophecy isn't what Crowley and Aziraphale thought it would be. They were expecting to be destroyed. Instead, Heaven and Hell strip them of their immortality and their memories of each other - but Heaven and Hell don't know that they've switched bodies.

Now human, Crowley and Aziraphale run into each other on Earth for the first time - again - and again - and again. It doesn't take them long to figure out that there is something very strange going on.

over and over and over again by NaroMoreau (T)

Crowley finds his soulmate and he should have been ecstatic. Except the mark is on the picture of a noble dead at least two hundred years ago.

The Book of Prometheus by lyricwritesprose (T)

As far as Ezra Fell knows, he's an ordinary bookseller who has no reason to be so strongly attracted to the strange man in dark glasses who comes in looking for an old book. And he certainly has no reason to pursue that connection after the man goes away. He's doing it anyway.

As far as Crowley is concerned, Aziraphale was completely destroyed in 1656. But then he came back again. And again . . .

They meet in late 2007. They don't know how close they are to running out of time. They're about to find out.

Pray For Us, Icarus by Atalan (G-T) (Series)

For three centuries, Crowley has been reincarnated over and over as a human with no memory of his past. Aziraphale has tried to find a way to restore him to his true self, but all he seems to do is hurt them both. This time, he only means to steal a brief moment when he walks into Crowley's flower shop. But Crowley can't let it go...

- Mod D

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bistevethor · 3 years

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Steve Rogers Fanfiction Recommendations

Happy birthday, Steve!

I know that there are some (a lot?) of steve fans who sometimes struggle to find fics focused on him, so I am here now putting a list of Steve fics. I was going to fics that I haven't seen recommended a lot and most of the ones on this post have less than 200 kudos only, but I end up putting everything (it's probably easier to put my bookmarks as public but well...). It's a massive list (over 100 fics?), so it's will be separated into several posts/reblogs.

Not all of them are from Steve's POV or even have him as the main 'main' character, but rest assured he played an important role and is featured heavily. Lots of these are friendship-focused but I categorized them. The shippy ones are mostly samsteve, thundershield, and some rare pairings because I don't venture to other ships a lot and when I did it's to the rare ones instead lol. Hopefully, any of you can find some gems from this list and these are as enjoyable or as good as I remembered. I'll continue to update it, hopefully, every time I find new ones.

Fics are under read more.

General

The Rocket's Red Glare

Steve was born on the Fourth of July (no joke), so a party is in order! Unfortunately, PTSD decides to rear its ugly head. Fortunately, Steve's got an entire team at his back to help him through it. And screaming goats.

an entry in the scrapbook of absurdity

In which Steve turns into a baby and bites people.

Baby Steve Adventures

Captain America gets hit by a spell during a battle. The rest of the Avengers look after him.

Do You Remember Being Happy? ('Cause I Sure Don't)

"Dragr," Thor called them. "Demons" Clint had said. "Thieves" is what Steve labels them as. AKA, the one where Steve is captured by creatures that feed off of happy memories, and the team is left to pick up the pieces. Post-Avengers.

In Search of (Bucky, Family, Home)

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov & Sam Wilson

A week following the events of CATWS, Steve recruits Natasha and Sam to help find Bucky.

Sam raised an eyebrow. “Do we need to recap again? You were shot three times, beaten near to death by an enhanced super soldier with a metal arm and then almost drowned. Yeah, your ass is going to need a few more days of healing time.”

The Truth When Captains Meet

Steve Rogers wakes up on an alien’s space ship being carried bridal style by Carol Danvers. As far as first meetings go, it’s memorable.

Irish Coffee

Pairings: Jessica Jones & Steve Rogers

Jessica runs into an incognito Cap at a cafe. They form an unlikely friendship of sorts.

The Lifetimes of Steve Rogers (Series)

What happens when Steve Rogers steps onto the quantum platform to return the Stones? Where does he go? What challenges does he find? Who does he meet? How many lifetimes can one man have?

Fifty-Two Pickup

Less than a week after the fall of the Triskelion, Steve Rogers is released from the hospital. Although his physical wounds are almost fully healed, other injuries need a bit more time, and some help from friends.

little kids get big so fast

Steve ends up having to take care of the deaged Defenders.

Grampa Steve's Bedtime Stories

If Mommy was away for work, then Morgan’s Grampa Steve came over to stay with her. He’d tuck her in, let her give Mommy a kiss on video chat, then hand her the picture of Daddy for his kiss. Once Daddy’s picture was back on the bookshelf, Grampa Steve would turn off the bedside lamp so that Miss Friday could cover the ceiling with stars, and ask Morgan what story she wanted to hear.

“Captain Steve, Grampa! Tell me Captain Steve!”

Grampa Steve sometimes read to her from books and other times watched a movie with her, but her favorite by far was when he told her Captain Steve’s Adventures Through the Multiverse.

On Camping Trips

Sam is more Hermione than Natasha is, and Steve doesn't want to be Harry.

Powerful

Steve loses the advantages of the super-soldier serum. This is not a tragedy.

His Dream

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson

As if on cue, Steve cut him off with a loud sneeze.

"Yeah. Like that." Sam nodded. "And please sneeze into your elbow next time, dude. You could've just started an epidemic."

"Sorry. Allergies." Steve excused, and Sam raised an eyebrow.

"How do you know it's allergies?" Sam asked, and Steve sighed, putting the ingredients together and solving the mystery of what the gas had actually done.

The answer wasn't ideal. "It feels like the seasonal allergies I had before. Before the serum- and I haven't had them since the serum."

Realization clicked in Sam's head.

"The gas de-serumed you."

Steve swallowed and nodded reluctantly.

OR: Steve gets temporarily de-serumed, with his height and stature staying the same but his immune system being as bad as it was before, and has to stay in the hospital to prevent a severe allergic reaction or illness. Sam stays with him the whole time, making sure he's not alone.

A Strange Encounter

Things have gone awry and Strange is injured. With no other options, he's called for assistance from Captain America and his team.

even if we're apart, i'll always be with you

Steve finds a dirty toy bear at an abandoned gas station, on the way back from a school trip. He brings him home.

As Long as You’re Not Tired Yet of Talking

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov

When Steve Rogers tells her, “Don’t be a stranger,” as they’re all going their own ways after New York, it makes her want to laugh.

Draw/Breath

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov

Natasha like knowing what makes people tick. She likes knowing things, about her teammates and her coworkers and herself. Oddly enough, sometimes other people like knowing her too.

AKA: Natasha wants to know why Steve isn’t drawing anymore, and takes the long way round to get her answer. Because why not.

With Magic We Do Fly

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff & Steve Rogers

In Civil War we see Wanda fling Steve into the air with her magic. They must have practiced that, right?

Que Wanda throwing Steve against a wall. Many times.

Just Like We Practiced

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff & Steve Rogers

Steve had said, in the movie when he asked Wanda to lift him into the building, "Just like we practiced." But just how did they come up with the idea of her lifting people with her powers, and putting them up somewhere like an escalator? Perhaps it was because Wanda accidentally sent a certain tall, blond Avenger face-first into the floor once and he decided he would help her learn to utilize this as a confidence building exercise. Natasha keeps an eye, Thor and Sam help build the training grounds, and Wanda has found her new home. Takes place between AGE OF ULTRON and CIVIL WAR.

Black and White but Red and Blue

They're watching black and white film reels, but Steve sees them in colour.

"My shield may be black and white but it was red and blue. Just like the blue sky under which red blood was spilled. Like Bucky's blue eyes and Peggy's red lips..."

The Road Warriors

Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff

It wasn't pretty, but somehow the four of them managed to make it through two years on the run.

We'll Fix It

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov

Steve has a hard time after his battle with The Winter Soldier and isn't sure what to do with himself. After not seeing him for a week, Natasha finally shows up to his apartment unannounced to figure out how they can get back to work. There is some crying involved.

From Here On Out

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov

The Accords, the search for Bucky, the fight at the airport ... In a world where nothing will ever be the same, sometimes the road to rebuilding trust and friendship is a little rockier than it should be.

AKA, the story of Steve & Natasha and how they got to where they are.

Set post-Civil War but pre-Infinity War.

I have this breath and I hold it tight

Parings: Wanda Maximoff & Steve Rogers, Clint Barton & Wanda Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff & Vision

Steve finally goes to Wanda’s tiny room and taps on the doorframe, although it’s hardly necessary, with the slightly warped floorboards creaking under his feet. “Hey,” he says. “Got a minute?”

Wanda's been a little withdrawn since Steve broke everyone out of the Raft. She's had a lot to think about.

to you.

Pairings: Pietro Maximoff & Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton & Wanda Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff & Natasha Romanov, Wanda Maximoff & Steve Rogers, Wanda Maximoff & Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff & Tony Stark

It's Wanda's birthday today. She's not sure how to feel.

New Love

Pairings: Diana (Wonder Woman) & Steve Rogers

Near the end of World War II, Diana Prince finds herself attempting to reconnect to her long-gone, beloved Steve Trevor. However, she comes across Steve Rogers instead.

Sharing Life (And Canned Green Beans)

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov

It’s Thanksgiving, and Steve is hiding in the second living room on the 8th floor of the penthouse apartments with a can of green beans.

I'm Fine

Steve slowly began to realize that the problem with being a national icon, a hero, and a role model, is that somehow, he became more than human. He become a symbol, not a person. So when he becomes increasingly unhappy, deeply depressed, and utterly adrift in a world where he doesn't belong, the loneliness and isolation are unbearable. How could anyone believe that an iconic hero like himself was really just an ordinary kid from Brooklyn, dying inside because everything he'd gained still wasn't enough to replace everything he'd lost? How could he possibly bring himself to bleed on the ones he loves? So he tells himself the same lie over and over, hoping one day, he'll believe it.

dogpile

"My dog ate my mission report" An injured Steve remembers something he has to do. Unabashed Steve and dogs fluff. "Didn't peg you for a pet guy." "Allergies."

Alone In This World (Together)

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov & Sam Wilson

“We’re fugitives,” Steve said finally. “It might never get better.”

“The world’s always going to need saving," Sam replied. "We’re still Avengers. No one can take that away from us.” Then, like they hadn't been having an entire conversation before, “So when do we leave?”

“Once night falls.”

Do we have any idea where she is?”

“No.” Steve took a sip of his coffee. “But I know where she’ll be.”

it gets the worst at night

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov

Here's how it goes: Natasha sometimes shares a bed with Steve. It's not what it sounds like.

(In which there are Colombian drug lords, awkward boners, cuddly super-soldiers and the Avengers are all giant dorks.)

Shelter

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson

Sam and Steve, right after the fall of SHIELD.

Princely Bickering

Pairings: Jane Foster/Thor, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers & Jane Foster, Steve Rogers & Thor

Steve allows Sam to lean up and inspect his head for bruises and blood. He then checks out Steve’s eyes. ‘Do you know where you are?’ Steve rolls his eyes. ‘Don’t be an ass, Cap, apparently you can break.’ ‘London, England, chasing apparently useless Hydra intel despite having about five hundred international arrest warrants out for us because we’re just that stupid,’ says Steve. Sam pats him - gently - on the shoulder. Life on the run isn't easy, especially not after an injury. Fortunately Steve still has a few allies left.

And The Seconds Tick Down

AU of Civil War. How the world ended in twenty steps when Steve died.

"Grant" and "Francis" Go Shopping

Pairings: Clint Barton & Steve Rogers

Steve and Clint both have holiday shopping to do for their family of choice, so they make a day trip to an outlet mall, have a few heart to hearts, use some coupons, buy a bunch of presents, and eventually get through their shopping lists.

A Tune Without Words

Pairings: Jane Foster/Thor, Steve Rogers & Thor, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson

As he and Sam prepare to begin searching for Bucky, Steve gets various offers of help—some more unexpected than others.

Purpose

Tony Stark wins the fight in Siberia completely by accident.

Steve Rogers does not resist his arrest as he is taken to the Raft.

Sam Wilson, T'Challa, and Pepper Potts pick up the pieces.

Full of Wounds and Still Standing on my Feet

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Wanda Maximoff

The five times Steve looked out for Wanda, and one time Wanda decided someone needed to look out for Steve.

Three Awakenings

The first three times that Steve Rogers woke up during his first twenty-four hours in the twenty-first century.

Making Your Own Future

Characters: Steve Rogers, Diana Prince, Steve Trevor Five times -- plus one -- that Diana Prince and Steve Rogers encountered one another.

Better Living Through Pizza

Pairings: Clint Barton & Steve Rogers

Steve takes some time off from soldiering and Avengering to get his head on straight, and Clint is assigned to keep an eye on him, because apparently SHIELD believes in the blind leading the blind. Steve really needs a hobby, since modern television shows baffle him, but Clint keeps bringing him DVDs and pizza.

Five Times Clint Barton Spoke with Steve Rogers about Growing Old and the One Time He Didn't.

Pairings: Clint Barton & Steve Rogers

When Steve Rogers reappeared from the past as an old man, there was a lot of catching up to do. Clint Barton made sure nobody got left behind.

Hammer's Totally Heavy-Handed and Incompetent Revenge

"So, at the end of IM2, Justin Hammer swears revenge on Pepper. He waits until Tony and Rhodey are halfway across the world to launch his attack.

Unfortunately for him, thanks to SHIELD, Iron Man and War Machine aren't the only superheroes in Pepper's rolladex. Steve thinks Pepper's just swell and doesn't take too kindly to somebody trying to hurt her."

Cue badass!Steve and competent!Pepper

Fan Mail

Steve starts getting his fan mail and receives an invitation to the prom. Written for a prompt at the Avengers kink meme. It was a great prompt, and so much fun to write and get feedback for!

Prom. Steve 'Grandpa Iceberg' Rogers at a 21st-century high school prom. "This isn't happening. This whole conversation is just an elaborate practical joke. Bruce really just has orders for widgets or something."

Bruce waved the printouts at him. "Fraid not. I don't really do practical jokes. Messing with other people's moods just seems. I don't know. Karmically unwise."

Mascot

Steve runs. People see Steve run. Steve gets adopted by the neighbourhood he runs through every week day morning. He finds this confusing. Tony finds it amusing.

Locks Not Replaced

Tony angsts back at Avengers' HQ, Ross is a bully and Steve makes sure he doesn't get away with it. In other words, there is much regret, a bit on the philosophy of locks, adventure and far too many Robin Hood metaphors.

woof

For a prompt on the avengers kinkmeme: "...something different happens when Steve gets Dr Erskine's serum plus the Vita ray treatment... Steve does get taller and stronger, but when the first full moon hits, he turns into a big friendly looking dog. Yes, he's a weredog, not a werewolf."

Mission: Baby

Pairings: James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers

The Asset finds himself in charge of the care of a small baby, but somehow he knows—he has to protect the baby from all harm, whatever the cost.

14 Tracks

Pairings: Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Avengers Team 14 tracks from Steve's iPod and how they got on there.

Life Will Rattle Your Bones

Pairings: Erik Lehnsherr & Steve Rogers

Captain America and the Howling Commandos find Schmidt sooner than they thought... wait, what do you mean this is a *different* Schmidt?

In war-torn Germany, the paths of Steve Rogers and Erik Lehnsherr cross, part, and cross again.

come build me up

Pairings: Sharon Carter & Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers

“Do you ever feel like -- like you joined up because you wanted to do good. You wanted to do the right thing but somewhere along the way, you just lost the whole fucking plot.”

“All of the time.”

Or: the one where Captain America and Agent 13 give long distance friendship a whirl.

Down in the Worn Out Place Again

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff & Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers & Wanda Maximoff

“You don't look a day over 85, Captain,” Wanda says.

Natasha smiles, just barely, and nudges Steve with her elbow. “She makes jokes now.”

(Post AoU, stories about friendship.)

Satellites

Characters: Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Nick Fury Pairings: Natasha Romanov & Steve Rogers, Minor Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson, Minor Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov

In the immediate aftermath of SHIELD's collapse and Steve's plunge into the Potomac, Natasha considers her place in the world. Also the fact that Steve is depressing.

Timeless Classics

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Avengers Team Five An undetermined number of times (six, apparently) Steve unexpectedly got the reference (sort of), and one time everyone discovered something new together.

you just wait and see

Pairings: Rocket Raccoon & Steve Rogers

“Thor said you’re the captain.” Rogers says, his voice distant, sad smile growing into a sadder grin. “Tough job.”

The Small Hours

Pairings: Steve Rogers & T'Challa, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers

"I'm not getting him back, am I." The words were flatly delivered – not a question so much as fatigued resignation. "We will do everything we can to help him," T'Challa quietly replied, but he wouldn't lie, not about this. Not to a fellow warrior he respected on and off the field of battle. "The possibility does exist, however, that the triggers are permanent."

The Man We All Remember From the Newsreels

Still getting used to the twenty-first century, Steve comforts himself with memories of long-gone friends. But Howard Stark, the man Steve remembers, is nothing like the man he sees in the newsreels.

we're all choir boys at best

Characters: Steve Rogers, Johnny Storm

You are totally getting laid tonight. "Please stop talking." You hijacked my brain first, this is totally not my fault.

Epistaxis

Steve doesn't worry the first time he gets a bloody nose that won't quit. But when it happens a second, third, fourth... He, and his teammates, start to get concerned.

You Close Your Eyes and the Glory Fades

His body isn’t his own, he knows that, knew before the procedure that everything would change. That was the easiest thing to wrap his head around, actually, the physical changes. He’s used to his body betraying him, so this is just another thing to learn his way around. But the colors of everything, even the sliver of blue sky he could see, craning his head at the tiny window, look different.

Looking For Answers (From The Great Beyond)

After the Battle of New York is over, and Loki and the tesseract are returned to Asgard, Steve takes a road trip across the country, and tries to figure out what he wants to do next.

Mourning the Future

Steve's ties to the past and the future are pretty tenuous, and the serum ensures he lives in an eternal present state of ever-youthful vigour. When an old war buddy gets handed his last marching orders, Steve has to wonder if everyone will eventually leave.

Riviera Life

Sam and Steve have been traversing Europe looking for Bucky. Not everyone is convinced it isn’t an open invitation road trip.

Voluntary Bros.

Characters: Steve Rogers, Johnny Storm

"Dude, you could be twins, they tested you before they defrosted you to see if you were a clone or something, or if he was a clone," Clint said.

"I want to talk to him, I think. I mean, a girl threw her latte at me last week for not calling her back and this dude felt me up at an art gallery yesterday," Steve said.

Two Brooklynites and One Big Apple

Pairings: Miles Morales & Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

“You did good out there today,” Captain America said, brushing a layer of detritus from his unfathomably broad shoulder. “I’ll see you around.”

“Not if I see you first,” replied Miles, fingergunning with one hand as he sent a web rope fwipping off into the distance with the other, catapulting himself away at tremendous speed.

... in which two superheroes battle with bad guys, embark on community art lessons, and a friendship forms along the way.

Battle Fatigue

Steve thought he was doing okay. Things weren't going great, but they were fine, manageable even, and then suddenly they weren't.

We Become New Yorkers (or: Five Times Steve Rogers Looked For Home, and One Time Home Found Him)

New York is a million cities at the same time. This is how Steve found his.

A beautiful day in the neighborhood

In which Steve and Peter learn that the best way to get through a bad situation is together. And to avoid collapsing buildings. And that concussions are terrible, terrible things.

Leviticus 25

"You want to save Bucky Barnes? You are going to have to put your own house in order first because he is going to need a rock to cling to. You are not ready to be that rock for him. You owe it to him -- and more importantly, you owe it to yourself -- to figure things out, figure out how you can be happy in this time and place, whether or not Barnes is with you."

Strike

Sometimes the road to recovery involves bowling. Conveniently, so does the one to the Grand Canyon.

Conversation in Wakanda

“I have been told that you had the privilege to share a training session with some of our Dora Milaje,” T’Challa says. “May I ask how it went?”

“Well,” the Captain huffs. “There’s no polite way to say it: I had my ass handed to me. Repeatedly.”

He sounds and looks utterly delighted.

Contact Light

Everyone thought computers would be the thing that really blew Steve's mind about the 21st century. They were wrong. When he finds out that he missed the moon landing, it's the start of an ongoing obsession with space that maybe involves Neil deGrasse Tyson, Twitter, and Star Trek marathons.

Twenty-Two

“This is Lucky,” Clint said when a dog got between him and Natasha. Lucky’s vest was bright, like desert mornings and night explosions.

“Does he help?” Natasha asked.

Clint pressed his hands flat on the counter behind him. “He saved my life.”

Natasha looked at Steve, her expression fierce. Steve resisted the urge to yank down his sleeves. Instead, he dug his nails into the puckered skin on his forearms.

AKA An AU in which Steve is a veteran just trying to survive (or not).

Gray

Peter doesn't expect Steve to show up at his house one night when he gets home from school. He also doesn't expect to have a long conversation with him, and choose to be on his side instead.

We're Happy, Free, Confused, and Lonely at the Same Time.

"Tony isn't sure, but he *thinks* Steve Rogers is going to try and argue with him about not being a kid, while wrapped up in a fluffy blanket and plaid pyjama pants watching a Disney movie. Tony really hopes that is the case. The Captain America voice looses all affect when wrapped up in that blanket and Tony can't wait to inform him as such." - The one where Tony realises that Captain America and Steve Rogers are not the same person, and Steve is so much younger then he thought.

This Isn't A Love Song, This Isn't A Fable

Steve's not OK with people's perception of Captain America, no matter what he says or how much he pretends otherwise. It's like no one in this time period realizes that there's more to him than a spangly outfit. And yes, he's including the Avengers in that. ... or, the one where everything's all right, until it's not.

it's safe here in our new world

Post TWS. In which Natasha and Steve go shopping, have Thursday night movie nights, and learn that Natasha loves to platonically kiss Steve. Which is good, because Steve loves being platonically kissed by Natasha.

Shadowboxing

Pairings: Matt Murdock & Steve Rogers

It doesn’t matter how many times you fall – what matters most is how many times you get back up. Steve Rogers knew this lesson far too well and it was one Matt Murdock had endured all his life. With both men at their lowest, could a chance friendship bring each of them to their feet again?

Everybody Eats When They Come to My House

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers

“You’ll ruin your dinner,” Sam says, gesturing with Steve with his spatula.

i fear for the calendar; its days are numbered

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson

Before she goes off the grid, Natasha gives Steve her phone number. He’s honored that he’s the only one to be trusted with it, but quickly learns that she spends most of her free time texting him Dad jokes.

Status Quo Ante

Pairings: James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers

A tale in which Sam suspects he should be used to this by now, for values of 'this' that involve certain folks he hangs out with and situations he finds himself in, Team Cap becomes Team Ex-Cap becomes TBD, and nobody but Clint really wants to know what happened to Scott Lang's GI Joes. (Sam Wilson from the final scene to the mid-credits scene.)

The Glass Parade

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov

Steve thinks that he’s seen Natasha be at least three different people in the short time he’s known her, and he isn’t sure which one is real.

In which the most confusing part of the future is how much Steve has in common with Natasha, and the fact that she seems dead-set on being his friend.

Still Life

Steve Rogers and a very modern form of art therapy. (The one where Steve draws himself out of despair and into some notoriety when his cartoons hit the internet, but he's still not allowed to look at Tumblr without an okay from Pepper.)

Selective Service

The serum's given Steve a lot, but it hasn't taken anything away from him. Not even the things he never wanted in the first place.

I'm a Hustler, Baby

Steve Rogers has a talent for pool--and for making others believe he's terrible at it.

The Healing Properties of Felt-Tip Pens

Rapid healing has worked wonders on Steve Rogers' body, but occasionally it really screws with his head. In the aftermath of torture, Bruce Banner helps Steve to reconcile mind and body.

If I Die Before I Wake

It's his job, as their leader, to endure the sadistic focus of their captor, and that is the one thought that carries Steve through.

Even Gods Do

Captain America doesn't have a good relationship with sleep anymore. Also, he's not a toy.

Under My Skin

Written for a prompt on avengerkink: I want to see something where, for whatever reason, Steve's accelerated healing turns out to be a bad thing. Something where the faster healing is making things worse. I would prefer something other than the standard, super-healing allows for more torture without death. “He's lucky – to have the serum, to have you all.” Tony wasn't sure about that first part. When one faced death and destruction every day on the job, there were many advantages to having a healing factor...and a great many disadvantages as well.

A Glossary of the 21st Century

Pairings: pre-Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov

Steve's sick of not understanding what's going on, and the team are not all that helpful, so he starts keeping an illustrated notebook for further research. With the help of wiki, google and Logan he starts to settle in and find his place in the twenty-first century.

Blanket Gift Policy

“You didn’t,” Bucky said, with no real hope of being contradicted. Clint shrugged helplessly and passed him the large, soft bundle wrapped in shiny purple foil.

“Sorry.” Tony covered his eyes with one hand.

“I’m getting a migraine.”

“So,” Bruce said wearily, “counting Clint, me, Bucky, Tony, and Sam, that brings it up to five.”

“Excuse you, mine’s not a blanket,” Sam said. “Mine’s a slanket. Big difference.”

Bucky resisted the urge to throw the whole heap of parcels at Sam’s head. “Because it has sleeves? It’s still a blanket, Wilson. They’re all blankets. Even Thor’s direct-from-Asgard raven gift delivery was a cloak, which just means it’s a blanket with a strap. We all got Steve a goddamn blanket.”

One Tin Soldier

Written for a prompt at avengerkink: Because really, under any other circumstances, why would they follow him when he's some guy who's younger than the rest of them (time as a Capsicle aside), who goes around wearing that spangly outfit, who's not even used to the modern world? Why Steve Rogers, rather than a Norse god or the CEO of Stark Industries or anyone else?

“Love is for children,” she'd said, but respect knew no such bounds. The five times the Avengers accepted Steve as their leader, and the one time they followed without question.

and if there's life we'll see it

Steve is instantly taken with this idea of having the picture of the person calling you flash on your screen when they ring your cell.

Secure Your Own Oxygen Mask (Before Assisting Others)

Steve keeps going, because they need him. Being Captain America - having the serum - is a responsibility and a privilege he takes seriously, and he won't waste it by sitting around resting in the middle of a crisis. But then the work is over, and the original victims of the crisis aren't the only ones needing looking after.

Way of the Eagle

Clint introduces Steve to kung-fu movies. Things escalate quickly.

Walking Wounded

In the aftermath of the battle against the Chitauri, Steve's doing just fine. Until he's not. Fortunately, Thor is a perfect mother-hen, Tony makes decent back-up, JARVIS is a genius, and Soap Operas are life-changing. (Or, Post-Shawarma Feels.)

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