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sharpen-your-hatchet · 6 months

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What I Feel; What I Do; What I Want || Wenclair fic - Chapter 4

Description: "Frankly, all her life, she has felt separation between what she feels, what she does, and what she actually wants. Being royalty means there's often little room for opinion and desire [...]; Enid wonders how it'll feel to have her ingrained sense of duty be pitted against her unshackled curiosity. "

Six months past her 19th birthday - Enid, princess of The Kingdom of Nevermore, is allowed the chance to travel and explore the world as she sees fit. Unfortunately, it comes with a little caveat... in the form of some unwelcome company for protection. Cue Wednesday Addams, the only knight deemed worthy, and who is now Enid's personal thorn in her side.

Can they work together despite their differences? Or maybe fate has an entirely different plan for them altogether...

Pairing: Wednesday Addams / Enid Sinclair

Rating: Teens & Up

Word Count: 12,322

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It’s been two days since the ritual Enid had partaken in and Wednesday finds herself feeling full of thought. They’re travelling again now – uphill, on the path to their second main location: a small humble town renown for its farms and food. Wednesday had expected some sort of begging or hopeful negotiation to stay longer in the Siren’s Domain…. Yet here they are, Enid strangely quiet and obedient on following their route. It seems unlike Enid to not dawdle, but Wednesday will not question the thankful silence.

The town they’re travelling to is unfamiliar to Wednesday. Though, thanks to the other knights back home, she understands the place they are heading is rather “pretty”, and that the food is some of the best in the kingdom. Their company was seldom wanted, but Wednesday must admit to herself that knowing about this place due to the other knights makes her less inclined to grumble. After all, knowledge is power. This upcoming town seems bearable, especially when opposed to where they just came from. Not to mention that seeing the Siren’s Domain disappear into the distance as she and Enid travel is a small blessing – To Wednesday at least. She expects Enid to feel quite the opposite, not that she cares.

Something Wednesday recalls of this town is the other knights fondly recounting a bakery there, one with food to ‘die for’. Wednesday is unsure whether they mean food containing literal poisons or food so good it’s worth dying over - which is ridiculous as a notion - but she hopes it is the latter. Alsoit rains a lot in this town, which is something the other knights complained about… Unsurprising though, as she finds many of the knights to be incredibly whiny. They likely were too dumb to realise the large volume of rain contributed to the success of the crops. To Wednesday, such miserable weather sounds wonderful; frankly, it’s been far too sunny for her taste. Not to mention the nice weather only encourages more of Enid’s irritating habit of dropping everything and running off to draw or write. Less of that would be ideal.

Alongside the other knights opinions, Enid also claims this town to be nice, according to the books and paintings she’s seen. Enid says everything is nice though, so Wednesday can’t exactly take that as a glowing review. She spoke greatly of the Siren’s Domain and all it was, was a bunch of carved rocks filled with sirens who would hypnotise you given the chance. Wednesday tried to give benefit of the doubt but between her general animosity towards the princess and the fact she finds sirens to be stuck-up and not to be trusted… well, safe to say, Wednesday will choose doubt from now on. She isn’t sure why she decided to deviate from such a decision in the first place, especially when there are many more places to visit. Fortunately, Wednesday is at least familiar with a few of these locales so she can ignore Enid’s opinions even more-so than usual. Frankly it is disturbing she’d rather believe what the other knights have to say for once.

They should arrive to this next town by tomorrow, and then Enid needs to complete the second task in the list she has been given. Wednesday isn’t sure what it is yet, and she cares not to check. At the moment her main focus is about getting to their next stable stop and blocking out whatever ramble Enid is speaking at her. She really does not shut up.

Though, Wednesday must concede something seems different about Enid now and it is piquing her curiosity. Despite her usual unending commentary and passion for wasting time, it seems… Duller, perhaps? Like Enid had a metaphorical spark above her head that fizzled out slightly. Not that Wednesday cares – she is simply intrigued at what has brought the change about. People are puzzles sometimes, and Wednesday does find it quite interesting to poke at them until she figures them out, even to the point of annoying them. Especially to the point of annoying them – it’s more satisfying that way. Enid has been quite easy to figure out so far – excitable, excessively friendly, has an opinion on everything, and is overall the picture of privilege… but now, and after that ritual in particular? Something is different. It is most curious.

Again, Wednesday does not care – If Enid is suddenly less enthused than before, it can only be a positive in her eyes. Wednesday is here to do her job and that is it, so anything that lowers Enid’s friend-making attempts is welcome... but there’s just something following that first task that’s made Enid shift a little, and it’s got Wednesday’s brain ticking tremendously.

Wednesday wants to think a little more on it. Fortunately, Enid seems completely unaware of Wednesday not listening to a single word she says, and considering they are on a rather straight bit of path, there’s no better opportunity to have a bit of a think back…

Okay. So… Following Enid’s return from the ritual, she seemed tired; quiet. It seemed unusual but not unexpected… Wednesday can only imagine such a task is momentous. Mostly, the quiet was welcome. An evening where Wednesday can have peace and quiet seemed unheard of since beginning this journey, and Wednesday wasn’t about to ask questions about the ancient waters or what process Enid had to go through. Despite her curiosity, Wednesday had and still has zero desire to take a personal interest in the princess and her life.

After some time settling, Enid had appeared in the doorway that connected their rooms at the inn. Wednesday had previously stated that unless it was an emergency, they were not to talk until the following day. If her days belonged to protecting and watching the princess, she at least deserved a modicum of peace at night. So when Enid appeared, Wednesday simply stared at her.

Go away, her mind said.

“What is it?” Her lips had said instead, in her usual stoic drone.

Enid remained quiet for a moment. She fidgeted with the hem of her sleep shirt. An irritating habit.

“I understand how it feels now.”

Wednesday remembers her brow raising, perplexed by the princess’ sullen state. She did not respond, still wishing Enid to leave. She did not care (still does not) for whatever dramatics she was being invited into.

Enid mumbled something nearly incoherent afterwards. With her voice quiet and her words uncharacteristically stumbled, Wednesday can only remember the word ‘duty’ and something about having to do things you don’t like amongst the angst-ridden words before Enid disappeared again into her own room.

It was a short interaction, no longer than maybe a minute… The following day Enid said nothing of it, and continued to emit her sunshine personality as though nothing was different.

And now, the day after that, the same can be said. Enid acts as though nothing is different with her, but there is… and with no other stimulation to keep her busy, Wednesday cannot help but needle away at it.

She stares into the back of Enid’s head. Wednesday has never been good at people; never really wanted to be good at them, either, but they do make good puzzles. With this latest change, Enid is certainly a little more intriguing. Not enough for Wednesday to be invested personally… more so like a scientist probing a specimen.

“It’s starting to rain.” Enid announces, her concerned voice pulling Wednesday from her thoughts. They’ve moved a fair distance uphill and closed in on some rain clouds above them, turning the sky grey and dreary. Water droplets bounce onto the leather of Enid’s gloves as she holds her hand out, and seconds later, Wednesday feels water drip onto her head. It’s ice cold and feels like misery as it seeps into her scalp. Perfection. This is exactly what she had been hoping for.

Enid glances back, her face screwed up in discomfort. Wednesday is not surprised that the princess cannot handle a little bit of rain water, but feels inconvenienced by it nonetheless. It’s ironic, considering she adored the Sirens. Alas, this likely means she is going to request to stop… and their progress will be halted once more.

Be quiet. Be quiet. Be qui-

“We should find somewhere and take shelter from the weather.”

Unbelievable.

Wednesday glares daggers back at Enid, annoyed at the prospect of having to slow their progress even further. They cannot stop. It’s just a bit of rain; there is no need to slow down. They can dry themselves when they reach the next stables and warm up with whatever poor excuse for food they are serving. Better yet, there’ll be a warm fire to dry their clothes… If they stop then they have to sit in cold, wet clothing and whilst Wednesday relishes in misery, even she does not enjoy the idea of sitting in a damp tunic. Her knight gear is heavy enough as it is.

Wednesday responds to Enid with a firm “No.”

Enid’s discomfort changes into something Wednesday recognises as… Upset? Anger? It’s a bit pouty and a bit how she imagines a scolded child would look. As noticed before, these negative expressions sit on her face in a way that’s awkward and pathetic, like a kicked puppy. Though, it ignites further annoyance as opposed to the sympathy Wednesday suspects Enid is vying for. Enid should know her well enough by this point.

“But it’s cold.” Enid says.

Wednesday stares at Enid. Oh, how she stares. Of course you’re cold she thinks, still glaring. You will be colder if we stop moving. Someone educated like a princess ought to know better… and yet. Here she is, watching Enid pout like a baby. All because of a little rain. Ridiculous.

“Keep going.”

Wednesday pulls her horse ahead and brings up the pace, hoping taking lead will encourage Enid’s silly display to be silenced… or at the very least, it stops her seeing said display. Wednesday doesn’t see the point in being pouty, even moreso when someone else is doing it. It’s childish and admits weakness. It is much easier to be objective and tackle your goals without allowing emotions to affect your stance. Alas, this is not a lesson people are taught, nor apparently a conclusion they reach themselves – as evidenced by Enid’s sudden and diversion from their path only seconds later.

“Enid.” Wednesday grunts, feeling a lick of pain as her teeth clench in displeasure. She whips on Nero’s reins and – to her behest – chases after Enid. Wednesday had hoped whatever minor change in Enid would qualm any adventurous, rebellious spirit. It would’ve made for a much easier journey... but it would seem those hopes are dead in the water. It’s saddening that Wednesday cannot even take happiness in such a death.

Regardless, she follows Enid as she is paid to do, withholding the urge to yell the princess’ name a second time as she watches Enid and Sol disappear into the mouth of a cave. It is pointless, and Wednesday does not stoop to pointless things.

She slows, staring blankly at the cave.

She will die in that cave like the naive fool she is, Wednesday grumbles to herself. The idea is quite delightful… though, admittedly not as delightful as she’d hope. After all, it is technically her job to care about the princess’ well-being. Whether she actually cares or not is nothing to do with it. Enid stays alive; she gets paid; she gets to stay in her high-up position amongst the knights. Staying in a high rank is important regardless of how she feels about her peers. After all, it’s about holding the cards.

Sigh. Wednesday knows she must follow. Gently, she directs Nero into the cave, noting that Enid has (surprisingly) done the smart thing and left Sol close to the entrance. Otherwise, there is little to note about the cave – there is some greenery, dirt and stone. Light penetrates maybe 20 meters or so before petering off towards the back of the space. The cave is not particularly large, but spacious enough to provide shelter… not that it is needed. Too much time has been wasted as it is.

Wednesday squints into the darkness, noticing a figure shuffling around. Enid.Of course, the princess does not have the means to create torches and she’s much too eager to wait for assistance. So naturally, she has plunged herself into the darkness; practically asking for a wolf or bear to come attack. Now, that would be entertaining…

“There’s nothing in here!” Enid calls back to Wednesday. Her voice is smug; aggravating. “We can make a fire and keep shelter until the rain stops.”

Enid returns with a bundle of sticks in her arms, procured seemingly from nowhere. Wednesday stares at her. She scowls. Enid rolls her eyes. Gods, Wednesday despises this attitude. How could she be so foolish as to believe Enid’s spirit had been even slightly broken?

Whatever Enid had claimed to sullenly understand the night prior seems to do little in hindering her skill at being perfectly annoying.

“I am protecting you from yourself,” Enid hums. “Sometimes you need to slow down and rest.”

Incorrect.

Enid builds the sticks in a clumsy pile, trying to imitate what Wednesday assumes is a typical campfire. Wednesday watches, eyeing the wood as it collapses for the umpteenth time. As Wednesday broods, her mind wanders. Those sticks...there’s something off about them. They’re uniform; shaved of their bark. At a squint, they look crudely sharpened – not with a knife but perhaps with a rock. It dawns on her that they are too perfect for randomly found wood. No – these are not just sticks. They feel intentional almost. Crafted.

They clatter to the ground again; the noise echoes amongst Enid’s frustrated huffs.

“You can hate me all you want – but at least help so we’re not both freezing.”

Wednesday’s eyes do not meet Enid’s desperate gaze. They fall behind the princess, widening slightly as her adjusted vision spots a modicum of movement. There’s a quiet pitter patter; a scuttle of noise. The rain? No. Something different. Too erratic.

We shouldn’t be here.

Enid frowns, turning her head. The scuttling grows closer; becomes footsteps that contain a heft. A figure lurches from the shadowy depths. Wednesday’s hand falls to the sword sheathed at her side.

And as Enid’s shaken breath cuts through every other sound, Wednesday does not even think as she plunges herself and her weapon into the darkness.

#Wenclair #Wednesday x Enid #Enid x Wednesday #fanfic #Fantasy AU #Zelda inspired #Slow burn #enemies to friends to lover #Sorry this took 6 months #Life gets in the way #But I Lived Bitch

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reveluving · 11 months

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come fly with me

summary: the beauty of your first dance with Trystan!

pairing: m!trystan thorne x f!mc (written as ‘you’, no name usage)

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff & spoilers from book 2!

a/n: seems like we’re not done with the wedding wonders, and I’m all up for it! Consider this a continuation of this piece, so thank you dear @starsarewithinme for your curiosity! 💗 don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

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Learning the dance would be easy, not necessarily because you know how to dance very well but because Trystan is the only teacher you will ever need for it, so you don’t feel as hesitant or shy as you’d probably be with an actual instructor. Just imagine him offering you his hand for a quick dance practice during sleepless nights or when just can’t progress in your work as the two of you are cooped up in the office all day. Despite the hustle and bustle outside of the company or your apartment, it pales in comparison to the very room you’re in.

All but one light as your guide in the dim as the song plays on the speaker of your phone.

But that begs the question; what kind of song would it be?

Whether or not it is your first relationship, there is no wilder partner than Trystan Nikolay Zabolutnikov Thorne. Your lives have been a whiplash. One moment, it's fast-paced, and then, it eases. Oftentimes melodramatic along the way. Here, your song resonates with you. The kind where you can just see glimpses of your past and how the worst have nearly bested you, if not for the other. The kind that would have you tear up at the very end, remembering those who are unable to see how far you’ve come not just in terms of the relationship, but what made you you in the first place. But you know you have nothing to fear when you feel the comforting lips of your now-husband. It’s the kind of moment that could make Astrid or Patryk gag but also bring a tear in Uncle T’s or Ruby’s eye.

— Golden Hour by Jvke • Amusement Park by Baekhyun • Only by Lee Hi

How about something more lively? Upbeat, sentimental to your relationship, where despite the few bumps on the road, something better awaits for the two of you, just enough to make you forget your worries, even for a little while. The world can be a nasty one and it may not always be good to you, but all things come to those who wait. You may not show your love as easily as he does, and that’s alright. He already knows just how much you care, and how blessed he is to honour the sweeter side of yours that many others don’t have the privilege of. Life may not always be about rainbows and sunshine, but who is to say you and Trystan can’t work the rainy days to your advantage?

— Je T'aime by Joy • Can't Take My Eyes Off You by Frankie Valli & The 4 Seasons

Relaxing at a café is one thing, but when there is good jazz or R&B music? Perfection. So, who wouldn’t love a jazzy number to go with the tiramisu that they’ve gotten off at the buffet? Fitting with the outdoor-at-dusk aesthetic, you may want a song that doesn’t overdo the flair but the lyrics speak for themselves. The intimate eye-gazing, the sharing of smiles, the quick peck on the forehead. Though the least of your concern, it may be the song most generally appreciated by the guest, because what’s more romantic than swaying with your partner to a soulful blues?

— (There Is) No Greater Love by Amy Winehouse • Blinking Game by Jonghyun • In Love by Vietra • Try Again by d.ear x JAEHYUN

Bonus! About you!

You may have gotten your love for R&B/Jazz/Soul from Jimmy, with his collection of vinyl records organized in its very own storage shelf. Trystan enjoys listening to you hum a random tune of one of the songs as you dust the collection every few weeks, ensuring your father’s prized possession doesn’t collect too much dust.

The once depressing memory of your father dispelling your worries about his career by playing his vinyl player and dancing with you slowly has now turned into a happier one as you get to share the moment with Trystan!

Bonus! About Kimi!

Slowly yet surely when her heart mends over Jimmy’s passing, she collects her own set of music, arranging them with her father's shelf. Though not always as vinyl records nor necessarily in English (thus, the recommendation of K-R&B songs you see above), it also pays homage to her Japanese mother, who was an avid fan of both R&B beyond The United States and her utmost favourite, Citypop!

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» I may be geeking a little. Ehehehe! I admit, I fear some songs may not fit for a first dance since it’s not the most common wedding culture here, but the nature of the music is too good to pass up, so take it as a form of inspiration, or the kind of songs that you would dance to after, and I’d highly recommend giving them a listen!

» Or if you have a couple of songs that you would waltz with Mr Thorne to, I’d love to hear it below! I can’t thank you enough for reading and sharing. Enjoy your weekdays!

» tagging @choicesficwriterscreations for fic of the week ;; & the gorgeous dividers by @firefly-graphics ♡

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edwinspaynes · 2 months

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(totally skip some if you want to) 4, 10, 14, 37, 55, 69, 70, 94 for the unusual asks? sorry if it's a lot, there were too many good ones😅

4. do you like your name? why? -> My name's Healy, and I like it very much! I like how it sounds, and it's a unique name that makes me feel like I stand out, lol.

10. how would you describe your style? -> Ha. This is fun. I'd definitely say I opt for casual-cute. In the summer, this usually means a well-fitting tank and cute shorts with sandals... or a sundress. In the winter, I wear a lot of long-sleeved v-necks, jeans, and boots/ankle boots. I also wear the same necklace every day, a replica of Cordelia Carstairs' globe necklace (that James gave her when they got married) in The Last Hours books! Pairs well with some cute bracelets and earrings.

14. if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why? -> Already answered - Canterbury!

37. do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? -> I read every day. It's my passion, along with writing. My favourite book is Chain of Thorns by Cassandra Clare, the last book in The Last Hours trilogy. It makes me feel so warm and hopeful, and I love that for me. Besides the three Last Hours books and its prequel The Infernal Devices, my faves are anything by Jane Austen or Charles Dickens. Also a massive fan of KJ Charles's books.

55. what is your dream job? -> Novelist! I love writing, and I've written a couple of books before. I specifically write queer stories in the romance and fantasy genres. Now it's just a matter of publishing.

69. do you play an instrument? -> Yep! Cello.

70. what was the last concert you saw? -> I went to Eras last year in Foxborough, MA! Had a really wonderful time. I got the lower bowl seats of my DREAMS for a really low price within an hour. Which was insane considering all the Ticketmaster bullshit. I am BLESSED to have gotten the LoverFest boost.

94. favorite lyrics right now? -> And no matter what I've done it wouldn't matter anyway / Ain't no way I'm gonna screw up now that I know what's at stake / here / at the park where we used to sit on children's swings / wearing imaginary rings / but it's gonna be alright / I did my time... (Do I like this because it reminds me of Payneland and how absolutely perfect they are together? Yes. Yes, I do.)

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wubyreal · 4 months

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Samar love hog

Forgot if I already asked

This guy is an utter disaster that doesn't deserve love, yet somehow he gets a pull thanks to luck. Anyway it's baffling Samar gets an ask before Riti

How does your character view the idea of romantic love?

Love is all about finding a hot chick that also indulges in his gambling addiction and vices. She should also find his dancing awesome

2. What was your character's first heartbreak, and how did it influence their approach to relationships?

He probably had a teenage crush that broke up with him cause Samar is insufferable. He's convinced that if he becomes filthy rich then that would nullify any of his negative traits

3. Does your character believe in soulmates, and why or why not?

Due to his gambling addiction, Samar strongly believes in luck guiding his life. Luck is very fickle giving him more problems than blessings, but it's too late to quit. After all good luck is definitely gonna come after losing a bazillion times. Thus soulmates are real. Life is full of chances and coincidences, so Samar rolls with whatever life drops him

4. What traits does your character find most attractive in others?

He cares a lot about looks. The chicks have gotta be hot with massive chests whilst having a spicy personality. Having very nice fangs is must too since it is an important beauty standard among vampires. Samar has some homo tendencies so he likes handsome guys, albeit he very very strongly prefers girls

5. What does your character fear most in a relationship?

He's scared of the girl breaking up with him cause he failed to become filthy rich during their time together. If she had just waited a couple more days, the gambling would have paid off and they'd live comfortably for eternity

6. How does your character handle jealousy or insecurity in relationships?

Samar would try to start verbal fights to outwit the peon who dared to upstage him. Of course Samar always gets owned. If things escalated and a brawl broke out, Samar is definitely gonna get his bones broken

7. What past relationship still impacts your character's current life?

He attempted to start a relationship with vampire femme fatale Theda Thorne. Unfortunately another vampire was interested in her and proceeded to pummel Samar. Since then Samar has been constantly bullied by Lee Harlow. It doesn't help that Samar owes him a ton of money

8. How does your character show love and affection?

Gambling is life. Naturally taking his loved ones to the casino is a fun bonding activity. Another way to show affection is by going out on fancy dinners and dancing

9. What significant change has your character experienced in their understanding of love?

He kinda learns that there's more to life than gambling and casually throwing himself into danger after meeting his soulmate Peony. Samar is still a massive thrillseeking jackass, so Peony tugs him by the ear to make him not foolishly die

10. What sacrifices has your character made for love, and were they worth it?

His body is literally sacrificed to nourish Peony. It's worth it because she is very very affectionate, and becoming constantly tired from her feeding means less energy to gamble

11. How does your character's cultural or familial background influence their views on marriage and relationships?

Samar actually used to be human. He hated his family for constantly nagging him and treating him like a loser. Gaining a long vampiric lifespan means that he outlived them, which is an epic win in his book. The lack of family means he can do whatever he wants and fail as many times too. Love is all about the thrills, passions, energy, and getting laid

12. Does your character have a relationship that everyone else misunderstands?

People find it strange that he has a female friend, fellow vampire coworker Karuna. So it's easy to assume she hangs out with him out of pity, but they are actually friends. No one understands how he and Moriti are friends cause they are at each other's throats a lot

13. How does your character handle rejection or unrequited love?

He'll gamble his sadness away whenever he gets rejected or broken up with. Maybe even create a dance routine to express his sorrow, or improve his mating ritual dances to better attract girls

14. What lesson about love is your character still trying to learn?

That there is more to life than money and thrills. Love is all about pausing and relaxing

15. How has your character's professional life affected their romantic relationships?

Samar works as a getaway driver for a gang. He tried dating girls from rival gangs, so naturally those attempts would never work out due to their allegiances. Dating civilians means dragging them into the crossfires of gang warfare

#wuby.text #OC lore #Samar Maitri #OC ask #ask #the-goblin-cat

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libidomechanica · 1 year

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Untitled Composition # 10393

A Meredith sonnet sequence

The sacred ring what rang with thee, Cogniac! No skill the fair hands and where the third is neither throat. Was Juan,—who, an awkward she can seuer. That of the involuntary powers conspire, and drop at will not enjoy. So that to shines so in spite of deare delight. Summer’s day will notice as steel? To favour sought not perforce me liue and rough. The crew with her hart. If thou in this dubious sign proclaim’d her not dissolu’d through all or parch her face. You of the book to mind. Whose lofty lookes delight; dreaming heart gazing upon a hill, so brimmed with his victory. They meane degrees prepare a face with stirrup, saddle-bow; if thou hear’st me thus beseech thee, Cogniac!

So he says, Tis so: ’ they are pale; young Frank is chief flower was interrupted by a simple pin—they will for because the world encompass, and striking? Moons changing diamonds should have been bound the hart, a pretty price must harbour of the dead, and long in her flash’d that they talked, above the race is slight substance. Ne any the first relicks to be discharged of the tidal dark, and in anger not the moment before her hart-thrilling my key to true calm. By the vain kind which are not in darkned be. Paying what rang with the dusky parts his tenants pass’d away too fast; his snout digs sepulchres where lay sweet hue, which would praise deserts scorch the fierce triumphant, and me.

Had pressure, and fro with shame. And here was not last receives. What is mine; this fathers rose to blast their tongue cannot love, ’ quoth Adon, you crush me; let no thoughts bedecked her, one not learned ladies,—who but satiated at length to helpe his breath, or lend your hair. Were dabbled with a grove, and like awe, that theirs, made a hundred dollars for Jock of Hazeldean. Brow’s repine; where the should I haste she goes who had given away her thorns, nor stain thy beauty dead, black and unruly beast: and they burr, burr, burr, burr, burr—now Johnny well, yet from paradise; and being cold, dull and vnto me she stroke of two oaths’ breath goes, and so these, a lady friendly sighs are taxes on our knees.

Now I am waiting till you when ye behold two Adons dead! And here I give the cared the hermit’s carnal ecstasy, till human power to smell, and once and quench’d heart shall tell ye how smooth than nominal, and retossed, aloft, where they should be very instructing, desolate, doth bring, ere Cuckow end, let her, both court and seen in safety to the roofs, and hearken if his friends begun, end with this chaunges to be moved by the praetor bent, nor brag not of so sweetest son, and nuzzling makes me like arrowes, which you to an oak, where your face at the fair unhappy maid, while thy selfe and dying smart. Yet, hadst hear two women; they view’d each other flocked tight.

Words; and kisses, thief that smiles with a golden tresses gloomed athwart the outside of her wayes this one on shore of loues immortal hand she hears, which said, our only these blessings which seemed about: Noli me tangere, for the presently beat. Then they should move each passion more sent to clutch for a brook a wordless children still; sweet dream change the playne will say tis very word again! The rock, and left Thee Living and therefore O loue, that things—for I flattering in ischskin, ’ ousckin, ’ iffskchy, ’ ouski: of whom we shall turne to the same against my selfe and friendly sigh for his lips shall the next brooke. To eye those sweet, as if they will, seemd the light slept on the stars were affied.

A thousand double shows when you know despair was Hero, with tempest of all within the spoil, with flashing in the hears the powre of loue, while to all nymphs pursue him was such foul flaws to hear a little ear’s deep joy to London now! The while repenting, and Juan interposing one’s own Heart’s lead, melt a harder heauenly matter is his trouble young girls are performed, the Rhodian state, was it not white? See! Of unknown, and heaving built with pleasure suffered you go. Within her louely fyre, whome throng, this never; tis much more praise of a child but inside my force she spoke, and all the world’s tide is bestow their grief; all enter, healthy Sestos here who on Love’s golden bee.

As ever sheath’d him in the kindlier days, and now should, welcome, but to prove, as hopelessly was so lucky place, and vnto heauen or her said One who ne’er could aught renews; these force, his will may will ne’er had heard your heart. Did sacrifize vnto your moderns equals he sullen, still would scarce a soul that’s the lightened up my head. And, being lost all his tale, as if the pressed be by him amearst without a soundly sleep. Thing but my rude work of glory’s van. Right I came, and to their hearts again-her arm lifted, eyes on fire: sits mourning weeds. ’Er each severance ruled! At apparitions, signs, and upstaring fault I am but a deare exylde longwhile alone can explain it.

Soul and therefore, since for other laws: a kind of granting, ponders over the Border, to bed. Of hardest steep our hearts of telegraph they found no fault cleanly out; theyr wanton talk attended horse than she can no horsemanship of nature stood, tied to make the wind, its pillar, not alone; the change in thine own begin? Own dark garden night, though tame. Till she lies my business is call’d him in some shape suggestion which now his loue: in which the Soul that’s the queen o’ womankind, and cannot lyfe sustayne, and hasten now apace: the strooken, await the world’s art for each other’s arms, which men will not blind his worlds pride bow to a bounch of Counsel—whereby much greater moan.

And look and hauing pine and always is complexion seek, and pensive tendance in this parent is love made at lengthen out thee, drop heavily down,—burst, and kisses in the distance made thee, that aim and his natiue place. That paint a siege, whereon she was, and all kinds of benevolent machines, my loue pined hand and with that may farre in vain she stare he red for a hero lies beneath their day; the tincture of vermilion: and the length dissolved to die, old Susan moans, poor Susan’s life he sought in vain of gold: and warring nature’s error, as to look in it. And now all delight in such art as truth’s annoy to new desire keep a chronicle with pompous roialty.

Sits upright, still hanging like diamonds in water white ponies, can go gallop on force, though long; all ages, though Wilberforce swayed to her frowne me drawes, her to be seen. Drawn in Russian vessel drove before they look’d into all, but death deadlier engineer’s steed and polished by some sweet embracing bushes, a moment at this worlds gladnesse: seeds springs. The ground; if Yuorie, her wrath renew her nose, he gains his causeless, or fourth wife, or victim: all the tree of my hair for love their tide, being put to love to rise. She look’d on as if in prepared of seeming nothing wind and cleaves cover; I knew the envenomed dart, and found to herself too much it grieves.

And when cloudy looks again with Betty o’er a waste it selfe nor other the gilded monsters only by her said One who loved blood; if not worth a copse that awful kind—I have known them their naval matter: we were strapped its applause. Or at the impress’d, they him with one full many a dropping that Angels blessed above. Where is, too, many ages, for, nor in nothing the foremost o’ them all, which the wound, and, for love my military tower heauenly fyre, the gentle queen of love, ’—thus chain’d, each in taking no fair to lose, he strive infection know; nor port they lie upon her tolerant enchanted slope in the middle of the blushing roll’d on, ducks as quick!

Last I woke sane, but well-nigh close awayt to catch her thirling car from Latmus’ mount to half of that? Themselves without sometimes seizes warriors of thy lore to add yet to nestled in the first relief! A minute past, and use good blackouts, do you know a moment—and all her worth him is bearing sun; for much debate; but knowing worse and golden bee. Had held it out; and all things and all the rest by cool Eurotas they been cut, and many seeing the hum of lonely every limb, and set the victuall’d and burden would vouchsafe my plaint to half of that paint a siege, wherein she stops his horse, among the siege to raise, as well, for vice is always signs to tenderness.

By this, poor things immortal butcher in this said, I have known the hour or more to favour and glory might bring a desire, with cloudes is summoned to Cupid. For Jock of wedding cake and never things; so Stellaes ioyful face, some boy would the sapphire visaged good zecchini, but hauing pine, and I dived in a hoard of mortal fingers tying my key to true calm. And in her mangling. Cried Betty put his daring to me. From th’enameled sky all her prayses yet be chaste. Now Johnny to the eyes to seize love of you and sharp, on which I haue lackt the capital, after the first defynd: and euery minute seemed, as if a magic cured. The year.

Wind slow, glazed o’er Longman and Johnny’s near, quoth Betty Foy? Where when this planet point his sinewy neck in turn; and those on what of multitudinous is so fair and spotlesse pleasure and red, and people passions, frantic, I shall the moon decks herself and now no more; the beauties grace. ’ Heaven’s Zone glisters echoed frosty Caucasus; ’ but not drink, lest any tyrant, have lost i’ th’ flower as May never do him harm. Chase; I could be, as soon as her use, and swelling-place, not vsde to fright. In heaping up her breath forth to rest that thrives: save wed along the which her mould celestiall hew, made attonce too short, this white hair of grace; which some promoted couple.

Very fine; which I should sit for men’s reverend fathers smile; then the pavement with kissing brest. Thou hadst hear that deare foe, and scoff at human filth that with the loved rashly led astray? The real world so great is not decreed. Oaths of azure palace and began to gather’d up, in shade to blackened ear. And Lilia There are mystic books, with one blights not it at all. And lament remained, that you’ve heard, what duty to fulfil yourself, and the Dolphin when thou find none other worshipp’d be; and when I feele the springs to stir in. Specks of chain mail one by one. And all the ocean black. That were when cloudy and fair peace, but having no defect; their violently descried.

From sin, may like one that most irksom night; there was controlled, but sometimes thousands of benevolent machines. The broad ambrosiall meat, and former vows, your so happy in my mouth to keep her eyes are fired; love was then be neuter and o’er and hauing hare, or at them the shore; known but talk of college, only longed to see how in his back, his breast; thou art the stalk, and dreads his passed the mere sense by nature or their years. A vast, unless it be a boar, not alone. Its slender bit Beauty may they knew the bed she and, as his mother watch’d, she gazed upon each endearment shapeless as he his public wealthy coof, tho’ I mysel’ hae plenty, making my loue cherish.

I mis, all careless life in thee is slain. Then followed to mar the town, or she tune those discourse of kynd. In great her down—will clear away the mellow, when in hand here was not soundly sleeps well as any mill, or wrap about you might help a little think’st thou wondered at their hollow as the bed, susan, I’d gladly youth, forgive, if I forgot—gentle breast; thou art dead; and wild, even heroes—and such poore captyued heretofore: in his waistcoat, and canst prevail again. Fainting the moon’s in her pale, i’ll be in sport—of that he finds mistaken; few are slow in slaying him, who if living worse than for theirs whose names at Moscow, into rhyme; yet their layes. Oh me!

One full lips, and not much to praise him up and, like to entertayne, and their dress was but changed it, I do not know the very soul believing lover, bronze and rave, and, being stream that in silence, they saw, but each drop they should be lynched in the ocean, though it in a mighty king, that leaders of random sweet warriors of the evening, ear’s deep-sunken eyes, and quench’d heart; to love at all, came lovely boy that nursed of hollow sea’s, mourns for this great; if stars go waltzing out of time, confusion, and all kinds of whom we can it beat, the lassie o’ my heauen vpon your arms, o, gie me thus, my Katie! The Powers which she wished he lay beneath the silent shore awaits at last.

They sought so heauenly beauty doe behold. But there were joined. Knocks at my call; my chosen few with Love to keep it; being slant in a wondrous excell’d, grew kinder, and wat’ry star when truly not let it lay the seat of the bent, and from the eye alone? Burn the flings, all deep enraged, his pony now doth scratch’d down thrall, that soon he rose his choice the dark, cracking vestals and Wills and swallow Venus’ eye; whose nun you are as straight from Venus’ altar, to you, and beauty dwelt. The devil now no more,—her face wherein she stars asham’d of day, for ever,—would it happen’d the Cyclades. And now his brow’s repine; but the vessel of the wooing: melodious dismal knell!

Had she not be, seeing thus, her links of deare foe, and listens, but we, unworthy thou hast made my Lady think I have wrong done but hard hoof he would say, This fair subject of thee thy crew. And pray, and make immortal things; she take except me as he: for yet she complexion shone great white with all frosen cold: but overwrought with languish too, no matter; we should have been near. A bitter is than their first in that day would be—a lioness, to the chin, and thus he cheered: O Rhodian crew, the lovely caves, as scorning wish to appears a heavy head lolled brow and deck thee wronged its little time. Moved by men of more wound and obstinate, and though the blow; and communion!

Rustle the rest on its shelly cave with venture that neuer thoughts the other this fashion I have spoke of midnight so bothers to breathing-while I kiss Anthea’s breasts. Stella, which adorned, he read: come down the arm, the morning came, some love one, what poor old Susan groans I never shall statue- like, her body shaded with all which thou unask’d shalt not reaped there was a maid whom heaven is Cupid’s myrtle was resembling, he went, as tedious, wooes th’ authority. Her nipple learned nature does natural order of our set, five other Sestos every friends me now. For his horn: anon she liked it and Johnny do, I pray you not heare, may scarse be gone!

He with sencelesse bloud defylde, by Fenelon, by Luther, and forlorn. Or a strong, he with smiles, these Angels heuenly with the prison’d in thee for one somewhat green which Neptune’s glass and pondering the field, to see you hardly spared amends forth her three, I feel my flames augmented manifold. When separate: the soprano might head, at night, let her, being spright, the shiny beames darkness lie beneath it strange goddess held and in her feet: an uniform. The head with another was already, known a crib. Although he never told; while Pasimond a lawless bargains may I by no means my wearied mind, let it suffice, but Fortune came in her excell.

Itself, but she holding up herself her own back to me. Sorrow through a wave, walk’d in a yeelded praise if a magic powers above abasement shews, his glance doth show, is to a woman bred: her loathsome limb and other was nine, whose lighteth on his shirt, was drown’d, then can moue her? Their anchor under and by a flea; and the Lily-white Boy is a pond of yielding ransackt hearts and mild the same; whether in this of graves, and all presaging a most luminous, gemlike, ghostly woodpecker, hid in the Danube’s bordered brain, full of powerful god of amorous Leander on her shall have he did lay, he burnt, whose her leaves an index to a ball!

Hot, faint, and my tunelesse bower: wils him awake, and the very prepare you care to prove, and made to sit upon his dark when she was once romantic, and at her: to cast toward things to pearl t’adorn it glistered the power seemed the frontiers he vse all beasts with her that seemed to such a crime. It seem’d absent still; beauty and long lacked it. That Lost with Tears! Dance on the maiden Aunt. Then love, than when thou art all desolate, and kings who laid about to be perchance that I am forsworn, to me resign their naval cells, and Famine, with a boy of saintliness was but late in the rest: some dainties, she traine. More white Muse-brows. To that thou live a thousand wrecks?

And, as she past melts mist-like into her knew what is become of your cruelty. Is it they talked and that broke. So Ladie now to you, the cocks did crave; but ne’ertheless I hope to scale the fox which wander carefully everywhere low voices of the Ages, and the bridal house, its patterns on a boggy walk, he flitted to sink, but we allowed Cupid’s bow she seeks to menage loathsome carries with avarice. No eies be Saphyres plaine, what follow me, then why not a thousand wreath, I tie the sovereign thing were, sits upright on earth I cry for still. Which now there other could trust in her bed, and gaping o’er her naked is, and fading and cry, my meaning.

Most happy date bids them slay, breaketh from your fortune even in the slender was all Enough—we two will bring a peal to shake hands and be blest; foreknowing Hermes prior to cross the curious cooks, your imprimatur’ will you leave her lips be Rubies foundation of the house, without audience, and beauty treble; and if you would an hour come to lead your hands: but base: base in respecting, the loss alone, is swifter the porch with, God forbid! Begin and go, and lonely than all roses nobody, not even the Flame that, passing streight with his rein, and rymes, seeke her goodly light; a thousand men, who loved music swims back to tell. An uniform.

To Venus, but his proud sights, that true heart that treasure: weightless as amber, ancient hand, and seems still at the acacias, and I’ll awa to Nanie, O. That it did, as a storm sometime true news, sometime false alarm; and then run out and to lack her joy. ’Mang moors an’ mosses many, and hauing her owne mysery: but suddenly repenting, he on him thence a half-consent involved in sweet with sorrowes of my purest part: with meeke humility, loue is lyke to a mortal worlds glorie is but drag her down and less night into treat the large dark she lay beside that northern shore and scorne base thong from the sky and then my ioy wil be thine own bent; I cannot endite.

And, as he sprains a blessings whereof the world is shortly he had he not dealt with dearth, before her form, with which her cheeks, she shouldst hunt the middle gardens standing at the table of pirate crew, who came wonder although the room, and scornfully, and haggard with Sisyphus he sport: the sail that the winged affected? That will not sleeps alone; she fort, and sees a great black and unto Colchos borne: her worth! Then say, shall I know of a novel word in my youth, forbear to touch even her kind. Which many a sound she just’-save change in the moment to find the sway of writing with my desk turns what was wont to see em, but none maybe with flashes o’er you cannot guess.

’ Few they both do stand, threatening her fears and to hear nor see, ye shall roll before, if you’d express my griefe with such a guide. More; they once believe in it and being she. And now his words so wise as birth required, for as you will, they can be got a traveller bold, then loosing one, thoughts would condescends upon them smyle: the seasons’ quality; nor can Juno sweetly on his mind is hush’d before was not harms distinct in individual beauty grown, a judge of the many Lilias—played the motion and sire; subject that beauty. To see him—for he hasty hand with a widening sight, they took its stations; and me. Him by the bayonet these twain.

That in each more reflect; three fireships lost or slay the golden pomp is come; for all my heart with one convulsive ground was strook. For our guide, let Heaven, star after where their full brightnesse whylest I be condemned be of use, politics; they bid thee it is the sniffer. I could not keep, release, where I something so mock-solemn, protection; and yet on tiptoe seemes to be discharged with which she essayed, with burning on his instrument, which is the act is tempests sad assay, the wears, by strength, but a girl—ah fool, confirmed and wat’ry star when yawning dragons draw her treason, for sharply he did for the new yeares ioy forth with her height, as dearer, better!

Stuttering dart. She is no need. An image dull and straight he were when there to get her, being put to use more sentimental woodland reels athwart the horse, and brake off his Camel side by side, full-summed in mine eyes, wont to grow unto her coming, and brow. Imperious supreme delight is spent, the more than nominal, and all the women use, or thirst force should say: But how it might be better be appeare, and eke his face the moon that, and chaunges to be Italians, and the stars asham’d of dark. And all amaz’d at apparitions, and then the recognition. Trust to me. And leaves a shining soul on me at last forever; thy baited hooks shall you why.

That sat in that inward buckram, little urn. Then hey, for a lass wi’ the webbing in respects, yet neuer shall grow too close in her arms are compare, not vsde to friends his planet cleare, not gross painting mynd: though she runs apace; leaves out common one, and mantleth most assured doth her of chromatical. Black, as erst to appease, why did theyr shewes but was a Romagnole, but now I my meaning of a tree, by Sences privileged alone like a travelling frowns to kindle thinks his plays an encore. And that which never can fynd: the white; nor why the loose your own, because, which I doe both hart robbing sea, in distresse, but left her charms, o, gie me thus, my Katie!

Or giue leaue me in nights she the present as they rode upon their delight the lectures determined to obtain. A vast, untill’d, and make their banner, so sweetly on his hand; this were once had greater meede at length awakening, Iphigene I claim the works of narration, we know her so good, thoughts not in darkned be. Like to her brest lyke lillyes, ere that it did, as a snowball which sought; and takes him stung their spirit close in her name and ways he served, than he to heaven, nor the cause from a furnace, you never done, what wont on your glasses whereof when the March of old Sir Ralph’s at Ascalon: a good heart is true; as spotlesse to moue, without theirs, made his love.

Over the doctor from his mouth is clay. ’Er the town, and Morning both together care, nor long he lies a bed in passion from their light I have sworn deep drenched in mists at last to fold, birds such lovely cave with full deuyse. Who would best become a tree. And dreads the closed with his victors to the church, and o’er has told the brinks of dewtie, t’ accuse me—Me—the presented a fine boy. Ran upon his still severely wielding, he on the patch. And that on the guide: that death the waves he scuds far off from a farther rough. And that blows, and hope this to me. Against annoy, our chief cities free, do easily know. Glowing variously lament remaines but she could be at!

Her voice to innocence betwixt the window- panes; the room the inner weight comfort Johnny well, nor even Despair and half- wise; susan, we must be so beings to persuade him to a rocky shore. And gins to fear of sad miscalculation about a tree. And hearkens for the town, to bring the pomp of powerful god of fight. And hear behind. Also our hero’s grave. Told a tale, and gaze into spasmatic ecstasy, till without the voice with his braunches rough sweet is the should I begin? Will rayse. On all sides doubts are alone, to punished her face where kingly Neptune, and round about him dight for Day ne’er a ane to the barbarous laws; these fruits do flow.

Great joy to sorrow, and Happiness most pretious they reach’d a spot their great bulletins of sheaves afternoon and death to pacify: but command the gentle, but died unkind, and those which gaze too bold, his very beast, doth friese within a mile, no hand that blow softly said, were I the saddle him whom she lock—and never will ne’er before hath a battle keen’—but aye she loves and then giue leaue like a king perplex to find him in a dreadful prophecies; so sweetly slumbring, ear’s deep-sweet music of the Phlegethontic rill! The heavenly light blown out in boils. According to be born was beauteous fort where the danger by the child of that closed her fair; while our clime!

That th’ uncertain courted for her straight as Circe’s wand; jove might: and now she be smallest hope, her thoughts with an offering bank of their eyes, wont to plead: doe beat on the sun, when done, her wrong—a hundred kisses; and one discuss; and now the voices mixed with skill, and the last of lonely lie round the prey their example pleasance and hauing run, there is past the ravishers remaine. So here’s the nuptial day, prepares, and even he, of catching, were my Chamber— nay, they had none at dusk throughout thy holy fire, as if they are swept by balms of springs, to keep her upper lip they stay. And, seeming not conquerd yeelding heart were for all my vows are ours, for pity?

I feele the bane of all the French in English, saved me not the hope for however dearer than so, presence of it doth grow: but stir she could endure on the conquerings. Love, studious how to moue, one long year link’d in a dream, and the air; yet was her soft and anon a something new love enjoy the light and sharp, on those parts his crooked dolphin from the brook, and turned, while juice she glides he in though the wall, the one I love; and one the strongly part strove she shouts of either of the dark, silently was seen. Were my fraile minds perforce, since my sorrows over the earth would build far off upon a mortals! Whose fruit might presence of my changed it, I do not that.

If cause from college, visiting the To- be, self-reverend father’s arms, while Cymon was a moment of pith and her in cunning aground, was talking sit list apply. Then spring still, her breast. Clapping though the rich attire: his brutal summer blossoms scent they gaze on it the which the same. And while he laugh’d to be, that her faith! Love in this agony of pleasure from end to do with the owlets through my mother chase were alone, whereat amaz’d at apparitions, and the Mauis sings that same though again; they only delights to lose, you never enough. The happy there’s no great triumph ouer euery beauty called it Venus’ temple, where I was my own self.

Bear, or life and shew thy self: cast all, yea, this both use and wan. Had ye sorted manifold. Can go gallops in: I shut my eyes, ears, and I thy shadows of the Christianity: in dread that place the white Muse-brows. The glory ye haue, thus with a ghastly morning it his worlds pride: that their own in uniform to boy, human filth that Learning in a river there than magic cured. For I commander; tis on the shepherds unlike myself in my selfe doth scorn their last by winde, should he slid. That elder look; as if her louely crew: with guiltlesse pleasure, liue with flatter, I am of too much o’erworn, and petty Ogress’, and ungrateful grounds them fray: and Famine.

He long deserts scorch and forced back and but take the maiden Bay, her verdure still. The which made the famous siege by young Apollo courted her, but something so enrag’d, glory in her lips with greater face may they but on the heaven to doubt, if nature’s error, that else both to each. And the hunted boar, who, being cause of a strange termes vnsure, though now arraigned, he moved, the highway too blackens with her lovers say the field: void was her former beautie chastest, best, but other, then truly I have from men a scout were loth, show what thou for fame— a hundred Graces locked at the sons of dried before. Soothing but my selfe with yielding with Hero, with no knowable ring?

He burns in flames too coldly him embrace. And clogd with one loue doth borrow’d all the rest me, but late is placed as to read. The march! By those poor fellows being six foot high, upon the same; serenely listen! When I break of day, which a ship of such worlds pride: least to make hot fire. Sink where lay some sweeter be, when she started up, she says, this night he had one that ship, warm, since I am some strangeness will his past, despoyld of war. He longer to end. Hunts after may neuer was enthusiasm and much I praise if a magic lantern threw unwilling great deeds divine, by common reader! This yeare his tyranniseth then hey, for a while our formal father!

That loues hart, legions full of fear lurk in mine ear, variously, a melancholy undertone was fight breeder that dainty eares, cannot confess, with fixed on her fixt my father paused a moment, the others glory. With light is most deceiving harrowd hell within, and I, ye less he had carefull art: the replied. ’Er was nine, when done, thought can place in: from whom spoke some good notes; and the will to dry; but overwrought, and gazing their most pretious meat is tempred so the hand those small returne to caulmes and all with one wound! And people out in all its amazement lyke a Strawberry bed, his sight be undone, because I caught for tea and conquer all.

And as a Queen of farce! Why then should pull him in the width of a world was not a sin far worse that wont on you thrown, dotting though not in my extreamest paine: with my designs; for the patient to store the bed and Lilia; Why not a theological statement I am pitiful in my head. The morning, did he raised by the foolishly do call it virtuous mind is my brest. Give much better the parentage, would tell her stubborne hart of their ruthlesse then off she hies, and on thy piteous news so much ado the church, the palace and terror to endeavouring gate as those rubies that Ida whom I tried them. Musing thought, but diverse: could decreed.

Your silly mind to wail his desire, a pleasance, with a sort of their own land battle equal his breast a fairy, trip upon the pony had his comrades to read; and on flower, and yields at last forever. Saying, Let your devouring borough is come, she seeks: her eyes and warmth he might have guess’d his weightless message sent out of sight, and mountain and we go, and the waves about him dight that sort which are not mean, and Wesley, and else could make him, I on her soft peace was by no means were still she says, this was near; to this be so— for framing these beauty in despite of fruitlesse blood of Angels used to be wise; and whisper of his own name in his strife.

When she reprehends her rebellious pride she doth spred with one full many a lustful glanced behind some snow, take some strange stately azure o’er, one in language rather laws: a kindlier days and night, downed with some preferment get; she bathes in this deeper than loves marrow burning back, saving his bonnet crowned with each bird that when my ioy to sorrow, or it malingers beat the singular tune of his effect fell she gazed, but died unkindness, oaths of dawn that fondly lov’d, but by you: your loue lent. Save a few words should liue gladly stay with his sight where I waxed she gazing upon it you did no good. Thy soft kisses, the taking refuge in weak punch, but rudely writ.

Finding sun: i’ll make Don Juan leave me thus, as Fate decree more evil in an operation. Which behold ways, she trampled some bright day-bearing the shades we’ll go, and live when clocks the head. And caught in the daunger of Spring endure, to hint at least wish withstand could look, or speak with those with payne. Slumber-drunk an Arab in the fresh array he cheers their chief cities free, made impotent by power to obey, panting their counted lily white robes, heavenly tune, the owls began, and slips into hell, but love of our joys: but found himself, a brow for truth which thou makest thus the rules by bringing. Work, yet ever, and those with more it still flinging down deeper cloak!

’ Breach should I accoumpt of little heart revenging mermaid’s song no’er pleas’d with his own: the bridle too, no matter, entreats, and haggard with salue of sovereign spells, when myne eyes, true loue to endure on this, and prayed her flesh repose. Cast down is weight consists in nothing out, he on the sounds appeare, yet she has a dreadful hunter heaven would find what thou hast a helpless and more fleet hence, have lightened up my heart and drill’d and children stillness, plighted, that sweet is she takes him brightest colours that overrules the captivity, and quenching like to help poor Susan will keep embracements with the thing which there is therefore mayst mighties iewell, and wan’d the orator.

—But a simple; for know, or very joy. All that vnder her eye; both cry Kill, kill! So let us melt, and what honour is pure blushing to myself to man, that neuer ye entrapped into her look, his mien he fashioned, and surpass the earth or mourned. An impious act with all car, her flesh ensew. But he is no changed neuer; nor brag not oft be staid long with constrayned to view: in vain their prime rot and calm: then came a prison and soon they had light. Langer ye hae them, and heavy day on day, did sacrifize vnto the Mauis sings of her own and fast she spils that loues conquered plate she sits, as seeming rather laws: a kind of air which cunning spring them riding sea.

Women reckon what winters night that might embower the totality of my weak eies admyred, not ayre; for so long times a gleam of a man’s attire, for joy; she darts, as if they heard it is we human clay, disguysing din past whip, past mud, the highway too black! Sits mourning from the apart; years will aspire. She took one tutor as they came like the hears, and I would there was once romantic to bury that his zenith, sweating gold tune; he changed: in a case of me put less in t: and twilight’s herald, Jove-borne Mercury who used such weeping into our Desire, as if in irony, and fro a dancer! For had heard of one of the night he!

The Princess as he with Georgians, Russians with Wisdom’s sight that hauing it his worlds glory. Rhyme; but as she clepes him stop, not decreed, that, shouldst contents, as dry combustious meat is the large, frosty feet, and Admiral Ribas sent were loth, show what is not yet a breach shadow in the terrace, made plain words, or else of the brook. In this prime Death shouldst hunt the body a bundle of the book and hauing run, there his own according to be so bath’d in pithy phrases with louely pleasant mew, that dread the lodestar of my mazed hart before; we will never lost. Not speech her hard heart; or having no defect; their school, the thunderbolt, she watch’d six or seven stayed his back.

Within my heart, him lodging of his bedchamber to be discharged with each other did in some Corner of the women use are like the Damzell doth constrains the corner secret to my youthful years will dignify must see revealed. To pass the cunning on one’s own bent; I cannot take advantage slip; beauty slain, sighs dry her chance the man prevail again. Perforce must still remembers better parts; the violets where let no though Wilberforce were took, to seeming lavish, saved me not the honey bees have pledge, can be got a travels on fire— brake with a sign old Lambro presence; as a ship of nature thou wrongest my poore sought from their spirit closed the winter’s too.

For love makes her stubborne hart through hidden tremor came, and we drop like the cry remaine. In this, the sun did she was done, spread the lightning fyred. Have his heard a lover of his altered Cymon with one said all her Ida, tremulous sob, that the same, even so she at will hold the Winter’s too. And cannot admit of absence, sence of her late Love liv’d still, she refused to touch even his limbs hanging by thee, though he censured by long had heart. This is she in their own liking, yet with a breathe with marble looming visaged good zecchini, but the streets were jacks and frugally resolved, I left the ground for an instant stiffenesse of cheer; then to the bride.

And leave me thus, my Katie? Sweet voice, is pleasure of my loue, my life was done, that loue conuert. And often sought you in mine eyes, how ye what I took half an hour to chide, thy footing fynd, who doth thee. Now sleeps, while with lemon, she was, and her yield, like chaste away is flit, though it is to lead fraile spirit all comforteth with a human bred: her mind; the land it blasted Pine, to punishment that they’ve been ungenerous and stoutly will stay the hand. Suit was our St. Why then she sees, being death and Pasimond, though shadow and, despising mane upon his arm, and sweetly swelling present poem—of—I know not whither: this brutal kind. Man,—and, as he turn?

And on the gods themselves and wrapt him in the thinks! And all things, whiles her cheeks, and all presaged good zecchini, but track me like a silent when a foolscap, hot-press darlings with all the ocean, which way she paused hortensia spoke too long since, Loue, a roge thou a woman taught in silent meteor sunk by floundering day has run but took a short time to suit with a Bacchante blooming like a patient ether horses; here at peace molest. That they betted; made a sign old Lambro bade the first impel, till our own, because I dare to lookes aspire: the love alone, and cheerful hope to set in lead his time for decision: I prophet—and heads: they found mortars read?

That least his lock which sin, kiss and in such the Soul that’s allowed the nighting for me, and now she doth flattring smyles weake harts would for every exercise of a man’s cheek: its onion root the table set for a song to give a notion at their eyes, and Heaven, no second principle of your mind and purling streight revel, plays, masks, and less nights of louers wayt vpon the sword decided that if I didn’t love you because your excels all enemies. Her sale sentence, we remembreth her hardnes blame which the maid whose ridges with torn, in vowing caught thee of my Soul! Excused the features should run into the queen o’ womankind, and neighs, he bound to heauen doth cry Kill, kill!

The dream, be perfect wealthy as traitors are our fortunate! Flame, when like the tardy diligence prevent, she would come back to tell of glee, that tomb already sent did all I know, for war cuts up not on earth her eyes looke louely heat, gallop amain from singing their turn addressed time is gone, leaving that to him best; and all her face, or judge of that smiles with Jove, thy true- telling set, I’ll stake my powres of hot desires and reading hath slept in one band has my heart, as if from a country known the broome-flowre, or looking somewhat unfound, or found the Doctor; you’ve pass’d away with purple tears gone, how can it beat, and tongues were break my heart, ’ saith she on his back.

By kind, and camp salutes him quickly gone? That they go, and know whether it was nine, when as double blue, the longed. So she loot these to any chaunce to me, who bounteously bestowed; they survey’d the close beside. And Susan Gale. But by his fresh bleeding out in exile must stay: for from an evil sprites goe visit our cloisters thus to Betty’s still remaine, prepared of seeming human concert strived with his; to- morrow will I, alas, refraine; loue feares not for his burthens binde. Hoping no hearing up shells and draw the strong, and leaving with thy deare and tempte to the Sultan has a taste is gone not that. Rude words; and not that. As dews o’ summer of evil?

Last I woke: she, too, the moon that’s so trim and high—each breach appease her hard heart forever. Nor even as a dog, as quickly before the live and hauing pine, and aided by desired food, to it doth come, as our St. Steal thing else was their prey, turns her exultation, who saw it follow those tinctures there were bought back lacquered side soon signed tears, thought him self not from her: nor cause of they cannon duly set rose over the tears of useless, timeless, the planet point a churlish, harsh-sounding of a drunken pleasance, which my though a heavy groan, or sigh-tempest born, a goodly table was the report all we must suffer wreck thy spear’s point can themselues did rain.

Now Nature stood still in his arm and forgave them stood upon the sun in all that she in a painter gave gigantic proportioned nose, the drowsy waked; and made them paused a while repent, my lower heauenly spright, loue in gross, and with Soldier-laddie, and without a short as one they seem’d with her mortal kind; excused the nerves in immemorial elms, and everybody sees the floor she hies, but from seeds, and now she cannot be easily yeeld that’s in the kind reade the fighting for to earth, that you’ve done, now will I attempt the swains, receives. By this, whiles my stonishment the holly- tree—the hollows lights, that were immortally: and while youth and try another.

But when homicide, but old Susan cries. And struggle, for its station a borough whom he rushes. Or be yourself you have vow’d to shew the langer ye hae them, poor hearts bleeding as she wakes, is to kill a busy character in the floors, or called on flying stain to raise, and formal father passing bell. And now thy courage, poor souls of death of mail beneath. And next prepared fascines, and raw in fields of harts close against whole and was fight revel, plays, masks, and untethered the ship soon, because there. Addressed, now cursed the hope of asswagement or released, his unguarded breasts and thereof I doe praise shall love may buy, till Cherry ripe themselues did rain.

Yet she ails thy approaching heart, the many cloudy looks into another and choking here reaching forth: beauty I remember A stranger seemed and loue embraced, and all the Fantom of her were his wisdom to annoy; but like a viper off, and takes his crooked tushes never fight. ’ Was said, impatience chokes her stature made him thence that has a servant some slightes. Through sweet girl-graduates in grass; and all that; and the features goodly table spread o’er Longman and high doth provok’st such doe set but light, affrayd. Could look, or speak or shrieking felt the patron with heroes—and succour desolate, sweet kisses; and men; but the heauen most has o’erturned again?

And then said, from each lamp and shiver that dealt with vacant, and to their queen, it will forging Nature wept, he will sacrifice, whose sacred peach in the fire that if I loved you. Give me thus, for pity? And in hand can hold my life for her moans; passionate as Sappho’s songs, yet for court, which joyful Hero answer’d to those twin-brothers wound Leander’s amorous hours, and in his hands his promise of rain and the Doctor, to comfort in heavenly moisture, air of Lugo, but none she love of that lo’es me, as dews of hot desire till they resign, then Iphigene I claim my rightful due, robbed by men; Thou Angel instinct like a viper off, and their violently.

His glance, such my presently be banish’d as night attend that I am afraid; bids themselues suffize, still he stood, sea- bordered brain, sith neuer things to perfect music to the bridals, chaste descent, then he is all in his private institution on his back, his chin, and sweet harmony. And twixt her absens will may leave the loves, the moonlight listened. And quench thy lips with bashful shame; and even his hand, and dig deep oaths but this Fair One but her stubberne with vile adders sting, tis to love, he had sworn that souerayne saynt, the world ought with strict embracements unto the liked poetic arm all other mind was first bones of their showes but shadowes sauing she.

Which colder heauen forget-me-nots, and trace it; for the years could give her senses fail, this second worke of her owne wicket; babies rolled with him. Haidee clung around, he looks do mine, stateliest, instead of beautiful, unanswerable questions; and that sickness, when his neck, he judged the way you want with guifts of body, I all rapt in those on whom Cassandra was he taking Schmacksmith, i’ve said smiled, I shall turne to come, as if he had too long to last, which shal you in beauty from the shouting to you, the cocks did crave the seven stars who, when ye lyken it: the more to sue, ne any mention shakes the native short as one that faire mantleth most assure that stands.

Bend to do it for us. And I, a tyrant his sphere, leaue to fight, the bands of dawn that selfe addressed bankrupt, that like an earth of daughter: the little for summer cloudy night; there Cymon at the slope of sea from vases in thy well-breath’d up in their guns with angelick delights began to sustaine, dayly such death, of having wherewith doe her eie lids low embased. What next? Through I never knowing world won’t examined few pair of the streets of cold which leads beholding could pierce with still the floor she were left with such bad-mixtures the window-panes, licked its spokes fell. She stops, and made him time that, should fetch a pretty personal cupidity, she doth rend.

Whose immortality,— all women here? Her mother is crying Love, and swept, as t were dabbled wretched people far away too fast; but he is diuinely wrought, than thoughts with which first imperative of sovereign of the world in secret soul that’s in the pointed dart. Though in wretches woe, thinck euer to end that shall vnto me a leach them scornfully, and says with a rude embraced her but from heavens, and succour both to each other is your body still, and long we gazed, but never enough.—And what he himself himself when they are, such basenesse of that Angels from thee going to end. I have seen I love you As virtuous mind is my dayes. I know the strook.

Thus, having left the hemisphere; grief makes that warnes al loue hath caught me to rest in close couert of herself at strife of her fast and then no more. That on the fair Salámán and Absál like Straw, died his legacy, and, stand in times to be praysd for damzell broke his flying Time from singing, each mind to kiss you: having no excuse this is the more amongst his burial talked at wine, when we come and glow as in plain house, and chain-smoke cigarettes where my Chamber— nay, the sons of men, and sallow fear, with encroaching, and disdayne, a close implide, is it that I have lingers on the partial immortall things, fanning wind and more mellow plum doth felly him oppresse.

And strange thy boughs to clip Elysium and to her heart with us do dwell.—But no one to promise did he blessed bankrupt, that nothing out. Let me be that they that makes her sense, she spies her fair; there with guifts adorne, then the offers up her breast. Woodwork all greasy with his hair is growing upon thee, intends to hunt, be rul’d by me, though in wretch, to overshoot his tale, left her hand; in touching, were gone to bless that friends from the days and will ever be endure till the enemy retire, through he froward infancy; but I, deeper down, each leaning on one Camel side ��by side; nor care, were my hart, whom at the moving sleep, Haidee gazed, but now, but me.

The lassie o’ my heart that I quite so flurried; demure with the other warned you wouldst be, to us none. That which adorne; the cliffs of Rhodes at discreetly for tea and cordialls seem burnish’d gold. Then needs the foes retreat and saw the battle: when the springing then on your crimes are waked her boy before hath half the world within this sheep are gone; even sacrilege against time, me lusteth no lenger can endured, i’ll be by any. Then say, she is in others rose to entertain’d, making it both God and more than though nothing to end that is mine; in Iphigene to work on they have deserve them scornfully glisters liker must the waves might; the night attend.

And lose my mind, and nearer he’s turned; she gazed, but not thinck th’ accompanion stood, and t’ other form, with anguish too, no matter what by her will breake, deuiz’d a Web her world, I love you mouth stuttering rust they seeing that remembers as the contemn me thy workes reproue, some boats, and ceased the meadows till, more white a friends, and water the third, a watermelon, but he is descried. You, and so he that campaign; and asks the timorous cry till the great wish to behold. Consume themselues did meet her accept, amongst themselves so many, O, the weary dayes I haue run through the warrior from thee going out of honey passage, earth’s sovereign spouse away.

Soul and the deeper than mortals call Chance, Providence, nor knew where Love in her may neuer start, the half-serious, unless when she hears, and many dayes I know not what is hid from thee more. And studies fairly do enclose of orient cloud of their virtue, and feeble I t’abide the one the Memoirs of the woods theyr decayse: and therefore I waxed old, hasting Despaire hands he carries to taste, fresh remains alive, her temple, this was said, Within my house, and their bills were once more than counsel lovers know. Her limbs a peak to gaze upon his sake we all surprise, with forth who nobly spurn’d and sharp, on those who longer hover over the door she sleeps again.

Mistaken; few are slow in the subject, blessings which would behold, to dy in dust, but rudely write, though bear, or lion proud, as females like to the ocean, we ponder deeply ground, sweet singing diamond water by Souvaroff. In sailing hero if you bewitching like angry models jetted steam: a petty passion from his hand, were identify their smell, and all in comes back and enter heaven’s Dome is but drag her down, alone amid a province her best ivory combustious meat is the timorous habit rather tied your vows, your imperial peacock stalk abroad, and formed to touch those lively joy. Well thou know that should I haste unfortunate!

With a dissipated life would bear such as the rest on her bold, hasting you the least broods on such time-bettering the Light that inward beauty, midnight, with his corporal pangs amount the bone. Blossoms scent the new name the headaches and wan, he with sighes and where either eyes hath ceas’d his name did wondering o’er her up but drag her downward weight in golden tremor came, an injured. And nothing so fair a hope it is time it with vulgar brain. So I began, the poor words were to any that bottle- conjurement of woe, and walk upon his pipe began to signalise the answer This fair delights thy body still, but springs of my white with all alone.

Nor lose their suggesteth mutiny, and everywhere! The path is not in my own dark gates across their imputed such death in blisse I gladly stay with painted arrow with a dissipated life, but she could euer taste, because thee, fearing upon my mind. By being known as what we mean? For the fool to speak, and designed, whereto doth tears, and she hearken a while he laughed; a rosebuds while two accord, and still wink; so shall this thy vertue is come thou much truths are turn’d as the streets that my old love is her chair, the fields of human race; but Love’s Garden: leavest thou a woman as short her was nine, who must, like an amphitheatre, each sense of wrong or right.

The Panther knowing worthily, may say, they take from me, after thee oft, I pitie now to the moment so that sense, and feeder of the victories, his days, moves will bring him prison and design against the word; put up, young, o’er they should altogether, wine from his ivied nook glow like a ghost, and call her woman, but a kiss, I’ll give it to ruinate. And calm within the soil’d: thus is the several sheep down to us moon-gazing on his high upon that slides always snarling, that one word my whole gazette of slaying what her down and leaning steps of Nature, shares with Wisdom’s sight, like and no motions of men I lay in a circle rides, stunned with a rustic love.

A winding back, and look’d quite, dulling mine. Now was she should run into your eies than in the vapours when though thick solitudes call’d Thomson, and teach her that the roosting birds that the waggons, when he spoke, and so these Angels blessed; more anxious food; reproved is a new skin out of window, should have crept, and proud of this bustle, Betty! Against the son a Walter hailed about: Noli me tangere, for them, at least, untill’d, and that he dared not to flights, death, and livelihood, and round arms, at least vouches you with all the worships, I would think than she, you open at Stonehenge. Rich beads in hart: but base: base in respects, yet his eyes so filled with his sister Lilia.

A wind sings about, which was released, had not brought dash into poetry, at least appear’d a thing so mock-solemn, protection; or as the honor flies, and turns toward him, though sure that Ida whom I knew his merits, and keepes her sex, and to the composed with oxygen. Leander in it down to the Moorish blood was running made, he on her fell in drops the mind to stone is lost all hit or miss; theyr reuengefull yre did make me blest. Melissa came; for some were praysd for doing good, wherever it awkward the means had been bred to incense to human kind, or that he did again she fountain her? The night: the thirteenth, at full perfections wound rounder seen.

As hopelessly as I, that it assume thee so fared she as strange that falls from a dewy breasts and was your bosome fraught; we are sick tent.—The steed refreshed and fast she should be Cymon was in hue, finding by. On his breath, most gone, played the omen from her o’erlook the deed: our task perforce, his sparkled through there to speak, nor Jove denies, to cross a ditch. Kindle think of. But move as rich and glory mighty charm which her fair neck lyke to a marriage lies nor equal, nor remedy, could endure not attaint o’erload thee in difference today is kind of twilight shade thee, with his thunder twenty, Tam. And all will my poor Venus, answer him, and opposite two cities stood.

Roar, and the threshold, her lookes is closely smiling air. The lecture, cold face, nor oftentimes into families. Ah, simple truth which neglected, and all that thou hast desire, till Cherry ripe themselves do cry. If spring in the matter; then hey, for a lass wi’ a tocher; the night will forth and longs not to be improved. Even at Vivian-place. Don Juan, left hundred dollars for all the world, vsed Trophees to erect in each of sweet warrior’s speech, or manners from Nubia brought for Ilion’s roar. A few words by thy bright-dark struggling great and golden quill: that they will not blind error of the deep recesses of her bowre of blisses, such disdains the lowly floure.

But t is a liberally, so beautie they burr at you, by which is with light should be lynched in the night well agree, for in my sonne how great heart of the questions; so those twin-brothers wound round; if Yuorie, her wrath appear’d a thing which we are the world begat of unknown, by his claspable, clamberable, again and adornd with bayonets, bulletin may make up in wild delirium, gripe it hard, he cried aloud: finding at the faster, the full of time and fro with such bad-mixtures the crack whereof remaine. Like a serpent’s coil: then forty winter night, even we, Kill him now, then neuer found a singing. Thus our man- beast, doth flatter over it awkwardly.

And cast all, are alter’d into spring from all a summer too, ’ said Ida, thought a tutor of his share. Before her in a siluer sheene, but grind the smoke that very sounded: the more I dare to eat a patriot to renew I shall the rest unpaid. Now lies than they say in language rather to dismiss’d them both without a germ or a source of woe might doth not know it, unless to delight, effects which interposed the nighting for the poor kiss? Where whelmed with porringer and more, yet him kiss me, deare exylde longwhile and find him in the more’s the quarry; but spare me numb,—yet less just to see his troubles me, my thought a tutor of his grave.

And leaning out a rill, that wear our rusty guyde, by Fenelon, by Luther, all that dainty eares, cannot guess. Within a second’s ordination; so that their own land battle. In the first and below, in haughty mynds and warmth he might be deem’d to day: her two concurrent passes zither of a horse highly prize it, compared well, he was hot and gory than those shoes, and yet I carry fresh variety; ten kisses sake, so shall see it playne will I teach them wonderment, but speechless tree, under her owne wicket; babies rolled. May they opened as to love must pine, and cannot all short houre I find by her heart; or having the most seraphim and his guide.

And by Venus’ swans and fevers, agues pale as the rose’s thorn. Half-legend, half a hint of recognized no being, all dipt in Angel bring to be blasted Pine, to which hovers o’er whom Suwarrow, though those white girls in circle rides, stunned with force must for drink they should have lost, too warily kept the stalk, and though harbengers one is lost, all the Frank. And my selfe new batteries were invaded with expected, and storme is paid to touch by touching than all know I’m Betty is not quickly before eleven; but all things she to Susan has a star upon the hairs, but sensible redundancy is wrong, was allow’d to drill the awful things were bereft.

But was inclind: then calm your treatise makes young heart, my lassie, in gracious act with every swain. What guyle is the Iunipere, but she might beguile, who when he had found him; t was white robes, heaven, cries Betty Foy has up upon their fair immortal manners raisd within itself she sayes I know whether; for lovers hate. At poor old Susan cries. For I had no pulse, and wither’d up, in shape, in courage earst dyd fly. Shaking they should I abhor and yet rolls on the loss alone, and, joined, but of Psyche: on her sacred priests that wholly scorne, I wish for wishing through skin: little time. The tempests move; twere praysd of me. How falles it this? As you, or anything.

And cast upon the green. By whom mad’st the spirit doth not know, or very size against the moon, unphased at first meeting clouds all old thou suffrest neyther gorge be stuff’d or presented, by some motions of men I lay in a choral cave of them think I made you urg’d that beauty down; her wide sleeves green sticks fast, or like an Alpine hollow sea’s, mourns o’er; and felt the painter gave gigantic proportion of whom? The wanton, dally, smile, to have often lies the water, the curious lamp of hem, soft&lived-in, so unlike—it seemeth chief, but no one leaf put forth, I rise above conclude in love as lordly and dare not Ida; ’ clasp it once the dull earthly fumes.

Then but she is restrain came, rank on rank; he gave the long years of use, politic, cautious, and Damas, names great; if stars he takes him staru’d: so plenty press’d, she faint heart to cherish’d in passion—weaned my young Pasimond, saved from this great fool, its petty passion deeply, and therefore we love so thrive bonie, O: the op’ning gowan, wat wi’ dew, nae purer is this, her idiot boy. Such death seeme to purchas with cruelty, or giue lyke in mercy will not feareless and shudder; even as the mortal to immortal to immortal hand sheep, a field in flow’ry robe arrayed, and even her kind. Shall finishing his pace is from end to joy, although your eyes.

Cast down is going I shall the world’s poor beast can so well the sun. To wonderment, thrugh the hollies and red each others: we will abide. If in thy well-breath’d him all the laity our long hath desyre: they dismiss her sight; nor an Eye to watch her eyes is deeper was also in thy lieutenancie to the obiect of the depths of dangling trips, and then hastening valleys hear; all our own silhouette we saw, slow perhaps be dry, saving—vice spares nothing forth to know our sameness stone, which must be tried: these fears increased; and then no more on the earth could not yield so soon; as yet their silence, nought so doon, sure I had, and formed of such towns as Troy; sylvanus weeping hed.

Backward drew the love upon the early grave unborn, where it loved too soon we checked the humbled foe: if he told the bleeding wound Leander as a hot proud she wakes, is to be free; then her falling off, such my present thou in time with joy. Sweet Idyl, and with seaweed red and valarous empress my grief makes more grim and by the way some catch her human creatures: and child in me not well as dilettanti in war’s quick is love she was denied. But now I must be devoutly prayed. And by her new opened eyes, whole as the source of freedom, country dwelt there’s no great triumph ouer euery beast so small: whats this poem every part of the night learne not annex?

Over my heart is hastening breast was rauisht quite forlorne, that Susan will say: How his bride, my wife, or victim: all that every streets were gone to woman, but came and tasted of my Soul, now burning aside from yonder, shriek, and red each wherewith affrighted troth, and this yeare forth wind blows nor my fellow—say what can I cast her red cheekes appearing heart longs not the mellow, she sees, but misse, and yours shall soon be back again; who, like a huge massacres which made me bold, hasting voice, it aches to be acquit fro my coy disdaine; now will I not immortality, by whose immortal hand she can sit your own, bewitched mother is eating yet it did no good.

’—Here he came too long siege from the sacred cherries and wriggling on her brest in arms to whirr and create, an airy instruction view. And the loud water the third sex. Of the commander let it lykewise loue to entertain’d, so they were injured. ’—But aye she loves, and wore me not thou; but conversation what of despairing conquering may prove a lion’ then can moue, which your light hands, and morals of glory! Begin to jar. A ship well might tell what t was even more she is smit, with myself— beside the shell’s iridescence and that the wood. I must do my duty—how thou hast done there, but Fortune suit obtain it, was more grim and daungerous dismay.

The father’s Ears, all deep enraged, his breast sae warming by his friends remain with thy Remembrance! With smooth an ease my smart of tears, that is misunderstood I will draw his light. Gifts he flies in her full bright in golden arrow flits, and lean, hateful Puss’, and subjected there we delayed shelter in the high worths surpassed outside swells with its merchandize she feruent sees more grace: thou clear away are deaf and cruell warrior lady-clad; which to make the charming, thin mane, thick solitudes call’d from week to cheer, and other Fair One, when from flowers of random dost thou needs divine Musaeus sung, dwelt in her vnmoued mind, refusing in the window and decide: the spongy dawn.

That al my wounds, ascend the spot he soone conceiue the Doctor, looking on her fixt my father’s guise, sweete, for Caesar’s I am, ’ he said; and many now doth strongly it to his mind? I have both of day, disdaynfull scorne base things great; but what I forgetting, that he soone doth appear’d to show her so about, and quality; nor can we write with penance behold ye might enter he! Grave, solemn sympathy for blood buzzes like the fleeting flight. As Diane beast in fact; from hollow as the skin which, being steps of Nature more than perjury, even as they were not worth held: then shall she sought at all these effect: the massive obedience,—now raised, where she is foiled.

And now on this desire keep with Stellas kisse. Therefore, Leander in thought to glow,—even as poor heart, wide as a huntsman holloa; a nurse’s song no’er pleasure left to tell one, which Atalanta did entice. Then no more. And some have waked her sweetness and in his time when that starves him still in wild Decembers, from steep rough with her deeply on each sense of feruent sees more informer, this was Potemkin— a great voice, is pleasure up. Even so for me, alas, I may read in bookes. But when his lips the bed and Lilia with their dust from an old man’s compassions, frantic. Upon the past or present vouches for peace, leaving Leander view.

But here thou wilt, but read joy sparkling sport. Jock of wedding, thou live in the coming, and affection know; as liberal acts enlarge my worth! The owls have heard, what poor old Susan Gale, old Susan groans, that his Anguish to know how it might have it; o! At the fire filched by Prometheus, and now she within her hearts bleeding on thy curl, it is a life in honour had bene slayne, the same town she knows where or when as a bitter barren deep discouery of them may pray. If I kiss that eats at me& makes yearly grow; a heaven’s wing. Sultan, rich in round me. In Sicily all sing though I were not say; they change in this days, ere tyranny grew strong or right. His hand.

—An’ O for ane an’ twenty times to lingers on the fair unhappily as after point his sphere; grief may be blest. And Love of the weather on the countenaunce make, to shame and trust in all the charge, a most deceived, expected of my lyfe without memory. Seen but sharpely still, her breasts relenting to sleep—the powre of respect of you; then know, but she did she died, who the light wherof hath kindle new day comes, the empty fears; men received, expected will endure through they drew, construe well. As the Grand Canyon, still went on in poesy, unless I blunder a dark leaf, unless to fear of sad mischances not a summer’s as good to the Disease. ’What next?

Proud Adonis smiles today, to-morrow find three column is defiled. Perhaps will hear his tale, and slip at once is dead; I lift my lids and crime upbraid. If not worthy so to immure herself secure, o’er what was on me, though i have comes a fee; mine ransom the mid-day heat with endless boundless stood upright, and the first your place. When his hart: without the Pelegrini, she doth deny. Stretched up from his hand. And gently pats the knocked at her skies—then howl your might, and call her shape and rough, to welcome guests, which was Suwarrow,—who by no means prepard. It will still hanging malice to innocence. The hears a pretty ear she turns his long ere it conceiue, and there.

In the moon had got the guidance of all. Under the tears began: o fairest is, but an airy lust, too often round about like that once is dead Dad kept her tears in the Nini, but sudden ways beside him that soonest spied. These fearfully the story I am the flat hills no, not think the song that runs apace; leaves nothing else had left her hue, how some to burden would catch her hair is growing all overborne wit: but when there’s scarce be dried blood warm with dust, stript to his Lips; reproaches struck not Absál at his loathing so mock- solemn, that lo’es me and half-world; approaching, were merely wielding prey, and being no defect; three fireships lost again!

Of pleasure on the frontiers he vse all this the blushed woods, handsome little time. And those suffer which they display, the foolish fish theyr guifts are all is heaped with rare delight it little paine. Because should know the town ditch below was I rauisht quite understood, where roses strowed there beside. But when they should that’s that they burn too, I’ll quench the Lord vs taught; and all her lovers, downward, tall and if thou have got a traveller bolder wing, she tremulous sob, that thine eyes saw her eyes admyred to her as th’ assurance need not stay the fire was not sound, poor soul, whole joys. As after his despatch in beauty in disdain’d to save. Arms that I in hand my mind.

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One think’st thou be his brothers to break a sucking salamander if t is no sin, because thee, severed at the lily all her slaves in patterns on a pin, when the Gods and follow this sad disdains the flagging sails and died with arts. So doe I hope had taught her fingers beauty for tempests move; twere prayse to another and morn by morn to more, whose desperate courage, poor hear, nor the maiden burning eyes to watch—all Day we whisperingly: She remembered lessons he had some galliots, placed into the wasted in the parasites; like shrilled it Venus’ liking. The firmest flint doth make most kind, she chaunst to contentedly, and in thyself to cherish.

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The town’s right, yet field and felt. And whose sweet self, or pines in one place. Ye shall your mighty flurry, she puts on outward stroke; they only delicious meat is the blinds. Resembling, he went, as the stored, to the roll of my friend engirts so white. Perhaps he the honey fee of pain—even where sparrows perched of hollow womb resoundeth! As truth, thy constantinople. Done but her tears by some motion to what hops about him’—which he pleased amid their way to fright. To bleed and lurk; her hair about to battaile fresher, and bough in his witlesse workmanship both man and Johnny is not dealt between, above thee, divinely sing; and, I say’? My Helice the light bring tongue.

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I posted 11,763 times in 2022

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10,346 posts reblogged (88%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@longsightmyth

@agardenandlibrary

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I tagged 3,095 of my posts in 2022

#myth rags on fba - 408 posts

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Longest Tag: 136 characters

#also weird that as a designer you’re expected to have feelings for your models. like they’re just there to do their job leave them alone

My Top Posts in 2022:

As a Certified US Southerner I promise y'all can use folks and y'all whenever it is useful to you, it's handy for folks to have a catchall english term that doesn't assume masculine as default (as opposed to 'you guys') or have occasionally weird connotations ('you people' 'those people'). Plus folks has one syllable less than people or parents (either alternative use) and implies a kinship, which can be nice.

Does it maybe sound silly used outside of some contexts yes, but who cares?

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The problem with the 'not like other girls' YA phenomenon is that the books almost inevitably go out of their way to use the ostensible differences to shame other girls while said character is basically always the epitome of what our western society desires girls to be, right down to being skinny, white, and symmetrical. Specifically in YA it is used to elevate a character who already meets society's current standards without trying, while shaming people (mostly girls) for trying.

This is specifically a problem with YA fiction, not real people who feel ostracized by societal standards and the very real enforced gender norms.

So if I, in my critical posts on YA fiction, criticize the 'not like other girls' TROPE

This is what I am criticizing

Not real people who face bullying and oppression for not conforming or feeling like what society says girls are or should be

I think I've said this before, but it's worth saying again: characters are not real people and cannot make their own decisions or feel their own feelings. An author wrote them doing or feeling these things, and unfortunately in YA fiction especially this trope is often used to shame (especially but not exclusively) girls who have to work to meet societal standards and expectations.

Real people feeling real ways is something entirely different.

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Much like Hollis, Bear doesn't have the sense god gave a muffin (bless his heart)

He does, however, have a big heart and a fear of rain.

His comfort hedgehog has gotten a lot of use.

1,379 notes - Posted July 31, 2022

Honestly I understand kid tantrums. Like, statistically, this may very well actually be the worst thing to happen to them! They have limited life experience! They're learning!

5,431 notes - Posted July 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

brb the whole discord in an uproar at the UNCONSCIONABLE results of Mister Global 2022

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sky-scribbles · 2 years

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I posted 598 times in 2022

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Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 481 of my posts in 2022

Only 20% of my posts had no tags

#critical role - 299 posts

#c2 - 115 posts

#essek thelyss - 83 posts

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Longest Tag: 111 characters

#that's just. how you do narrative structure so that plots events don't feel like they've come out of left field

My Top Posts in 2022:

Absolutely love how at the core of the Coromar-Seelies'... everything is the fact that Loquatius's love language is loud and obvious and tangible and showy ('hello yes I'm going to use this apocalypse warning message as a metaphor for our marriage! Also I would like every citizen in two cities to know she is the most beautiful woman alive. I am speaking to a civilisation but also only to her. Time for a mid-battle proposal!'

And Laerryn's love language is very clearly 'we will sit quietly and read separate books in the same room. This is the most ferociously intimate experience of my life.'

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I absolutely love how TLOVM is going out of its way to show that Keyleth’s emotions are what make her powerful.

Throughput C1, Keyleth feels everything at 110%. Her righteous fury - toward the world for being the harsh place it is, toward Raishan - burns with the fire of a sun. She grieves deeply and achingly and angrily. She loves her friends with everything she has - is afraid to love Vax because she knows just how hard she’ll love him if she lets herself, what it could do to her. She doubts herself because she cares so much all the time. She cares about doing the right thing and is terrified of getting it wrong; she cares about being the leader the Ashari deserve; cares about meeting her own sky-high expectations of herself.

And after all the idiots back when C1 was airing complaining about Marisha making “““suboptimal””” choices to roleplay Keyleth’s emotions, after the dumb fucking complaints about her being ‘overemotional’ or ‘illogical’ or whatever... here’s TLOVM, where Keyleth is at her strongest when she lets herself feel everything.

A demon wolf threatens Vax, and she punches it away, fangs bared, full of protective rage. Terror for her friends, love for her friends, leads her to clutch-cast shields of thorns to save them from Brimsycthe, from the Briarwoods. She sees a rebel friend cut down and the camera zooms in on the grief in her eyes, followed by utter rage as she transforms into Minxie for the first time. She Skywrites the Whitestone crest with hope and delight in her eyes. She holds back an undead tide with a wall of ice, screaming and yelling.

And I’m just. So happy! I’m so happy that the show is letting Keyleth rage and shout when she’s angry, and be scared when she’s overwhelmed! I love that they’re illustrating how her deep sensitivity is the curse that makes her insecure... and the blessing that makes her care so fiercely that her spells can tie down a dragon, hold back a zombie horde.

This is the woman whose righteous anger will drive her to be a protector, whose ferocious caring will lead her to be the best possible leader of her people. TLOVM lets her scream and yell and be messy and full of feeling - and shows that even as it’s hard for her, even as she struggles to process her feelings, and even when her feelings lead her to clash with her friends, they are what makes her strong.

I love her so much. Just so, so much.

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My favourite Critical Role verbal flubs:

‘Why a - why is you so mean to me???’

‘Snea snake’

‘Their brand new 5e setting, Aeorar. ... Ayroawra. Auroara.’

‘Let’s make ourselves a bit more suspicious.’

‘Wildmother, please watch over the cast - the crew!’

‘Looks like I ganked your new Robbie - your new friend’s body!’

‘Shiver and quiff’

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My ideal way for Essek to be in the M9 reunion twoshot is for the Dynasty to have just found out about his crimes, and for the Nein to have invited him to come stay with them on the Nein Heroez for a little while. ‘You’ll be safe here for a while,’ Caleb tells the anxious wreck of a drow who’s just dropped five duffle bags full of books onto the deck of the ship. ‘We were all planning to take a little voyage together anyway. You can get some peace, have some time to think, be with your friends. No Dynasty, no Empire, no eye-covered monstrosities...’

And a fifty-foot leviathan covered in eyeballs erupts from the water, screeching.

Essek isn’t even surprised anymore.

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My #1 post of 2022

... yes, Google Docs, that is exactly what I meant to write. How could I have been so foolish.

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foreverethereal123 · 2 years

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Get to know each other Choices Ask Game Time!! What are your TOP 10 Choices books? What are your TOP 10 Choices LIs?

Bold of you to assume I have even played 10 books💀

Luckily I have played JUST 10 books so god bless...

Top-10 Choices books :

1) The Royal Romance (because duh!)

2) Open Heart

3) Bloodbound

4) Endless Summer

5) Crimes of Passion

6) Ride or Die

7) Veil of Secrets definitely not just because of Damon Salvatore...errr...Flynn O’Malley

8) I am giving a special mention to TRH Book 1 because in that book nothing matters more than constantly fucking Liam’s brains out and you know what...I appreciate that.

9) The Freshmen Series

10) LoveHacks (I don't usually like books like this because people are very happy and lovely and I don't particularly consider it healthy to subject myself to this much happiness but God did I enjoy that book)

Top-10 Choices LIs :

1) Liam Rys you will always be famous <3

2) Ethan Ramsey (inappropriate workplace romance, my beloved)

3) Kamilah Sayeed (she can hit me with her car and reverse back over me, and I would thank her.)

5) Jake McKenzie

4) Adrian Raines (I married him because he was a billionaire and sex was cool too. Sweet guy.)

4.5) Leo mf Rys, everyone!😌😌😌

6) Flynn O’Malley (As close as I will ever get to fucking Damon Salvatore. But hey I will take it.)

7) Trystan Thorne (I blame @ao719. She is the only reason he is here.)

8) Colt Kaneko. Adding Logan too because while I picked Colt, I always bought diamond scenes with him and kissed him any chance I got. Idk. Maybe I am a slut. Who knows. Anyways...

9) Can I add Olivia Nevrakis?? I always wanted a dirty thirty with her...like so badly...

10) Becca Davenport. 10/10. Would smash that. Did smash that😌

I hope anyone who reads this finds out new things about me and gets seriously concerned🥰

Thanks for the ask @queenrileyrose! I LOVE YOUUUU!🖤💚🖤💚

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Pics:

1 & 2. Mrs. Anne Vyne Tillery Renshaw - author, poet, 2nd Vice Prez of UAPA & co-editor (with Lovecraft) of the UAPA's Credential.

3. Vyne's book is usually described as a work of general history but, nothing could be further from the truth.

It's actually a collection of her general poetry - most being no more than a page long.

Most of her poems are on Nature but, among them are interesting selections like:

A. "Night Visions" about myriad dream potions, being swept from reason & the network of fancy.

B. "Ghosts" with lights flickering out, goblin sounds & 'haunts' to keep kids in bed.

C. "Burial Of Dreams" has a dream- land, the murderous hand of time & lightning revealing the ghost of 'my' soul!!

D. "Could We But Know" of hidden treasures, mystic regions & spirit lands beyond.

E. "Heart Of Hunger" suffers from fancies of love a-thirst but, is actually a lost soul in a lonely Hell.

F. "A Void" with autumnal death, a new grave & our barren wastes.

Pics: Some dark humor to light the hard way forward - now that Prez Biden has stepped away from the Election...

Only 2 of the jokes can be considered true "cosmic horrors."

HPL: 1915 Output -

"A Mississippi Autumn", Part 2.

Text:

"... Striving soul, in... madness bound,¹ Renews the harvest of (our) annual round,

... Find(ing) in (seasons') death &... birth... Sign(s) of promise for (a) laboring earth.²

Late... summer from the eastern sky With treasures came³ (&) coldly passed us by.

... Fragrant roses &... feathered train, The... laughter of... moon struck Swain,⁴

Each... blessed boon the summer gave, That now, unburdened, seeks it's western grave.

Rose petals for a few; thorns for the rest: For some... bird song; now, (an) empty nest.

Some hail the end with welcome... relief, Some cling with tears of... grief.

Some with... glad content⁵ (ask) the season speed; And some with sorrow scan the fading weed(s).

Where late... rainbow blossoms lined the path, Behold the pallor of the aftermath:

Expiring summer, with... brilliant rays, Draws (its) last breath in (a) gorgeous blaze.⁶

How rich a shroud⁷... pensive autumn weaves, With fox grape purple (&) ... tinted leaves,

... Crimson dogwood &... sassafras, ... Gums & goldenrod... grace the mass.⁸

Chrysanthemums... crowd the open... door And see (a) season soon to be no more;

While... wild clematis,⁹ in (its) sacred state,¹⁰ ... Clasp(s) his throat; (a) rosary¹¹ of fate.

Like holy candles,¹² ... burning by, ... Towering reeds... watch the summer die,

And fragrant lavender, (an) incense rare, ... Lends its sweetness to... sighing air.

Earth gains the rest that frosty breezes bring, And stilled in slumber, waits (for) the sun of spring."¹³

Footnotes:

1. The "striving soul" is the dutiful farmer(s) who doesn't "lament... the... revolving year."

In fact, farmers depend on the changing seasons to know when to plant & when to "renew... the harvest."

"In... madness bound" is the part that I don't understand yet.

Unless one looks at the harvest as a sort of 'sacrifice' by Mother Earth & farmers are seen as 'her priests.'

2. This is another bad analogy - it's the farmers who labor to have the ground grow what they want...

Earth, without help, can make even deserts 'green.'

(See the prehistory of the Sahara...)

3. Cooler days & dryer air - away from the tropics, of course?

Definitely few hot nights...

(See #13 for the reason.)

4. Since this isn't a love poem, I'd skip the "young suitor" meaning & pick the older "country youth" - especially "a (mad) peasant."

("Moonstruck" =s "mad, loony." As in "unable to think or act normally - because of being 'affected' by the moon.")

5. Huh?!

The synonym for glad is "content, happy."

Howard used both - next to each other...

Perhaps, HPL meant "glad serenity" or "glad satisfaction"?

6. Though "blaze" usually describes a "fiercely burning fire."

It can also mean "to shine powerfully."

7. This "shroud" is actually the leafy biomass that serves as a sort of coating during the winter.

And, as a basic 'fuel' for the growth of new greenery during spring.

The ancient cycle of life...

8. This is not the biomass.

Rather, it's the main act of worship in most Christian churches.

But, this is a mass of Nature!

And different trees stand in for human worshippers...

9. Clematis is better known as the Leather flower!

It is mildly poisonous & so, deer proof.

Clematis blooms best in full sun & loamy soil.

And grows from late winter to mid fall.

10. The 'sacred state', of the clematis plant, refers to its 'spiritual' meaning.

White clematis symbolizes "purity & fresh starts."

It 'supports' the "cleverness" of artists, musicians & philosophers!!

Furthermore, clematis is the herbal 'medicine' used for joint pain, gout, headaches, syphilis, etc...

11. Sorry, not the rosary plant.

Instead, this rosary is used - by Catholics - to count prayers & to focus upon the deeper meaning of praying.

Strangely enough, rosary beads weren't mentioned in the Bible!

In fact, Jesus' followers didn't use them.

But, rosaries were used by the Greeks, Buddhists, Hindus, etc...

They aren't supposed to be used like necklaces!!

12. Holy candles symbolize prayers offered in good faith.

They show reverence to the church & the acceptance of God's will.

And, can be lit during particularly hard or trying times.

Votive candles, however, honor a Saint & so, are used to pray for the dead.

They signify that a vow has been fulfilled.

13. Seasons occur because the Earth is tilted some 23 degrees in its orbit around the sun!

This causes sunlight to fall with a different impact on different areas of our planet.

Northern Earth has the most direct light during May to July & so, it's summer then.

For Southern Earth, their summer occurs from November thru January.

There's a theory that Theia (another planet!!) crashed into Earth, creating the moon & the Earth's tilt!!

This Mars sized planet - from the Kuiper Belt (outer 'asteroids') - was mostly vaporized...

Or, was it?!

Geologists think that they've found pieces of it!

There's 2 blobs of dense material in Earth's lower mantle.

One under Africa, the other under the Pacific Ocean!!

Hmm...

Our planet keeps getting stranger.

End.

#HPL: 1915 Output #A #Mississippi Autumn #adult HPL #poetry #Anne Vyne Tillery #Renshaw #Ole Miss #Credential #hpl bio

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Given Sugar, Given Salt by Jane Hirshfield

HABIT

The shoes put on each time left first, then right.

The morning potion's teaspoon of sweetness stirred always for seven circlings — no fewer, no more — into the cracked blue cup.

Touching the pocket for wallet, for keys, before closing the door.

How did we come to believe these small rituals' promise, that we are today the selves we yesterday knew, tomorrow will be?

How intimate and unthinking, the way the toothbrush is shaken dry after use, the part we wash first in the bath.

Which habits we learned from others and which are ours alone we may never know. Unbearable to acknowledge how much they are themselves our fated life.

Open the traveling suitcase —

There the beloved red sweater, bright tangle of necklace, earrings of amber. Each confirming: I chose these, I.

But habit is different: it chooses. And we, its good horse, opening our mouths at even the sight of the bit.

***

WAKING THIS MORNING DREAMLESS AFTER LONG SLEEP

But with this sentence: "Use your failures for paper." Meaning, I understood, the backs of failed poems, but also my life.

Whose far side I begin now to enter—

A book imprinted without seeming reason, each blank day bearing on its reverse, in random order, the mad-set type of another. December 12, 1960. April 4, 1981. 13th of August, 1974—

Certain words bleed through to the unwritten pages. To call this memory offers no solace.

"Even in sleep, the heavy millstones turning."

I do not know where the words come from, what the millstones, where the turning may lead.

I, a woman forty-five, beginning to gray at the temples, putting pages of ruined paper into a basket, pulling them out again.

***

PATCHED CARPET

Bought in a flea market, cheaply, because of one corner torn as if it had caught on a nail or been chewed by a dog.

For thirty years I carried it with me, house to house, life to life.

Now I have had it repaired.

The colors are the same, but the pattern is different.

The new fringe cut to the same worn length as the old, but a darkness where the line of white hook-shapes is missing.

I had learned, it seems, to expect the glimpse of underlying floorboards.

Change comes.

The repair is skillful, was needed.

Now only a different imperfection has entered the weave.

But something in me has diminished. A door the fates once opened has been nailed closed and plastered over. The white dust covers my hands.

***

AUGUST DAY

You work with what you are given — today I am blessed, today I am given luck.

It takes the shape of a dozen ripening fruit trees, a curtain of pole beans, a thicket of berries. It takes the shape of a dozen empty hours.

In them is neither love nor love's muster of losses, in them is no chance for harm or for good. Does even my humanness matter? A bear would be equally happy, this August day, fat on the simple sweetness plucked between thorns.

There are some who may think, "How pitiful, how lonely." Others must murmur, "How lazy."

I agree with them all: pitiful, lonely, lazy. Lost to the earth and to heaven, thoroughly drunk on its whiskeys, I wander my kingdom.

***

FOR HORSES, HORSEFLIES

We know nothing of the lives of others. Under the surface, what strange desires, what rages, weaknesses, fears.

Sometimes it breaks into the daily paper and we shake our heads in wonder— "Who would behave in such a way?" we ask.

Unspoken the thought, "Let me not be tested." Unspoken the thought, "Let me not be known."

Under the surface, something that whispers, "Anything can be done."

For horses, horseflies. For humans, shame.

#jane hirshfield #book quotes

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Some of my favorite/least favorite/completely arbitrary statistics for 2023:

Favorite movie: Barbie

Movie that I saw the most times in the theater: Taylor Swift the Eras Tour movie (3)

Piece of media that gave me the most anxiety: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

Favorite book: Heaven Official’s Blessing volume 8

Book that fucked me up the most: Dark Heir by C.S. Pacat

Book that frustrated me the most but still enjoyed: Chain of Thorns by Cassandra Clare

Book that I fucking hated but still finished out of spite: A Conjuring of Light by V.E. Schwab. And also Tokyo Dreaming by Emiko Jean.

Most disappointing adaptation of a book: Daisy Jones and the Six (not even sure if I’d label this as disappointing, just…not what I had hoped for.)

Best adaptation of a book: Percy Jackson and the Olympians (not even 4 episodes in but it’s already a banger)

Most unjustly canceled tv adaptation: Shadow and Bone

Song that had the most unexpected emotional impact: Kelly Time by Owl City (best album of the year pls listen to Owl City)

Favorite Taylor Swift songs from the vault: Castles Crumbling for Speak Now TV and Suburban Legends for 1989 TV

Show that I got the most obsessed with: Gilmore Girls

Favorite anime I watched: Vinland Saga season 2 (but Pluto and To Your Eternity season 2 are up there too)

Weirdest anime I watched: Migi to Dali….and here I thought nothing could beat Oshi no Ko and The Hundred Girlfriends…

Favorite video game: Tears of the Kingdom

Video game that I thought would be my favorite but ended up just frustrating me: Slime Rancher 2 (the map is too fucking convoluted, and I get lost easily!)

Video game that I spent way too much time playing: Suika Game

Anyway, that's a wrap for 2023. Maybe you liked something I hated or maybe you hated something I liked. Either way, this was just something random I wanted to keep track of.

#happy new year #2023 wrap up i guess

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We’re the soil Jesus talks about PT. 1: the Soil 🌱🕊️♥️🗡️

Blessed is the Lord for this revelation, out of all the things He has placed in my heart this one felt so powerful and I know this message is for someone out there who doesn’t have a full grasp of this, this semester I’ve been taking a lab class and figured why not do a class about plants? I hadn’t seen this before until now, I’ve had a very tough time learning about calculations when it comes to the dirt and how the soil is not just soil as the naked-eye sees it as.

In the parable of the Sower, in the books of Matt and in Luke, Jesus mentions the work of the good Sower and the evil sower. We often hear from pastors about how the soil is our hearts, and for the longest time, I always wondered how could the Word be given to those who are careless about the Word, or how can people seem to know the Word but aren’t affected by it? This was a big revelation that I was astonished, this time about, I ended up getting a course that had to do with lab and plants and whilst rushing to get my work in with only an hour after struggling to understand the soil lol that’s when the Lord revealed to me everything I don’t want to focus on the seed just yet, the main focus is the soil, that fell along the path, that fell on a rocky ground, among thorns, the good soil (yes, I will get to Matt 13:6 in the next part).

Something I loved about this lab class is that we get to work with dirt and to learn that soil is not just soil, there’s different types of soils in mountains that even though its placed on the mountain tops there can be a variety of different levels of elements, there’s different levels of good soils and bad soils. Example at your home, you plant two same flowers in the same garden, one is doing better than the other and you’re thinking, “I got a bad seed”, but turns out you remove the flower from that spot and place it elsewhere, it starts to get better and you think it’s got to do with the surrounding not knowing the soil in that particular spot is bad.

The soil is our hearts, and that’s what the Lord reminded me in this topic, in 2019 there was an elderly woman who told me something that stayed with me to this day, I still remember everything she said but what caught my attention was when she said, “not everyone has the same heart.”. And that resonates with the Parable of the Sower, the seed that the Lord plants within us, we are the soil that the Lord speaks about, I always loved how He said, that no good tree can give bad fruits and no bad tree can give good fruits, and learning from this lab I can tell you 100% that’s true, there’s this chart that shows pH levels, if it’s low it’s acidic soil (not good soil), and if it’s pH levels are high, that’s alkaline soil (good soil).

The Word is the seed, our hearts being the soil have a lot of tending, remembering Jesus’ Words, that no one can do anything without Him (John 15:4-5). He is the Word, He is the Water, He is the Light. If we can’t do anything without Him, that gives you a clear knowledge that Jesus went through the same thing we experienced only a lot worse, Jesus’ heart is the good soil that allowed Himself to be tended with trials and tribulations because He was growing in order to be the desired Son that the Lord helped Him to be (Matt 17:5). And the soil when having a helping hand to be fertile it can either be good or bad but in this case when the soil is bad, it needs a lot of tending, I won’t go much into the process of fixing acidic soil, but the Lord will help when He sees the posture of the hearts.

The plants that have low pH don’t give good fruits and the plants that have high pH are plants that we eat, they’re full of nutrients, that’s the same thing that happens with us, when the Lord sees that we’re either low or high on that spectrum. This is pretty cool to note that when soil is bad, you can actually try to fix it into being good soil by putting different ingredients, and that’s what I loved because I noticed that the trials and tribulations help us all to be good soil, it’s a matter of the posture of your heart (the soil) and how you allow and desire the Lord to work within you. If you’re willing to be transformed by the Word (the seed, the water, the light) then glory to the Lord for giving you an understanding heart. But when the soil isn’t good, and it turns out to be rebellious and doesn’t do good, it doesn’t bear fruit that would be the hearts that don’t want to obey the Lord, the hearts that are adulterous and rely on human instincts *sight, hearing, seeing and not allowing themselves to be changed.

I remember when the Lord permitted me to taste the fruits of someone and they were small, blended and had milk but they were frozen and in tiny sample cups, this shows that the Lord is working within them and helping them. Even though they’re struggling, the Lord sees and He’s helping them. This dream stayed in my heart and I’ve been praying for that person because it depends on how the Lord sees the heart, and He knows how to tend us because He sees the desire that we want that change to be transformed to His mind, there’s a few experiences I’d love to speak in this topic but it goes outside of the topic, self-controlling myself right now (but it’ll be for another topic), the soil being our hearts, we can’t see that but what we can see is the fruits, whether the tree is a hypocrite, a liar, a God-fearing person, humble; we can only see it when we truly want to be just and true in Christ, the Lord will not reveal to those who show favoritism due to friendships or loves but to those who truly want to see a change. Many of the things that the Lord taught me when I was growing up in my teens was to never go based on heresy, never speak out of carelessness, never gossip, never blame others for things they didn’t commit. That was something He taught me that I kept in my heart because just as the Lord said it, what comes out of the mouth can defile you, if gossip and lies is what comes out that’s a soil that soil will meet the Lord’s helping hand. Just the other day, the Lord put this Word into my heart that I actually told Him, Lord, I’ve no idea about the hearts and their different postures, it wasn’t until He led me to see the soils and that whilst all soil looks the same, it’s not, there’s soils that are broken apart that can’t grow anything, those are barren, there’s some that are bad that only grow bad plants (plants that are just there) they hold no significant and those are also weeds that kill the plant, and good soil that produce so much.

The Revelation of this short topic is; let the Lord change that heart, you can have the friendliest heart, the most amazing feature from your personality, but the Lord knows what type of soil you are, if we allow ourselves to be fixed soil that will allow Him to help us be good soil with the help of the Lord Jesus Christ, we will escape the wrath of the Lord; but everything starts with a willing heart a heart that does not allow it to be convicted and transformed to be Christ-like will have a hard time to see the Lord helping in their lives.

Everything starts with a heart that is understanding, a heart that is willing, a heart that relies on the Lord, a heart that truly desires that transformation to be transformed and cuts what they need to cut off to grow closer to the Lord.

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Hi there, can request a free reading please?

I’m a October Scorpio, with Leo moon. I’m 23 years old.

Question: what are my attractive qualities? Thank you!

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Right from the start I can see that people find you attractive the way you are for your unique ability to embrace change and go with the flow of your life. We all go through constant changes - our moods change, our looks change, our opinions change. You don’t try to resist the change and you don’t grow bitter about it. Maybe your first wrinkles appeared and you see it as proof you smile a lot in life and just wear them with pride. Or maybe you gain or lose weight and instead of wishing it to be the other way round, you embrace it and take it as how life goes. Your self-love and confidence in being the ever changing you is what others find attractive and admire about you. Maybe you even lead by example. You desire what you have and don’t get sad about things you might lack. This gratitude actually attracts life prosperity to you and multiple blessings. People probably feel more lucky around you as you share your good fortune with them, intentionally or unintentionally.

You are a courageous person. You don’t fear challenges in life and when things need to be done, you roll your sleeves up and do the necessary. People admire that a lot. No matter how thorny the path might be, you cut through the thorns and learn valuable lessons in the process. For some reason I have recalled one quote from F. Nietzsche: “When one has finished building one's house, one suddenly realises that in the process one has learned something that one really needed to know in the worst way - before one began.” You might be one of those people who just take on a project or path just to learn in the process. It might be the harder way but your courage is admirable.

You are fair and unbiased. You try to treat all people with basic human decency and respect. On the other hand, you are not very likely to invent apologies for them when they act wrong. People value that quality of yours because you seldomly listen to mean gossip and usually try to find where the real truth lies. You listen to all sides of the story before you make an opinion.

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Enos Chapter 1. Parsha Zin begins.

The book of Enos, "Humankind."

Enos prays mightily and gains a remission of his sins—The voice of the Lord comes into his mind, promising salvation for the Lamanites in a future day—The Nephites sought to reclaim the Lamanites—Enos rejoices in his Redeemer. About 420 B.C.

The Gematria has changed from 421 to 420, and the word that is surfaces is "Sayon" or "Zion", "Zin" or "Utopia" but we are taking a certain slant on the word in order to arrive at a definition and a rubric for a new Parsha:

יצא

The verb יצא (yasa') describes a divergent motion: to go out or go forth. Noun צאצא (se'esa) means offspring or produce. Noun מוצא (mosa') denotes a place, agent or act of going out: a going forth, an utterance, a source or spring of water, a place of departure, a mine. It's also the word for sunrise. The similar noun מוצאה (mosa'a) means latrine. Noun תוצאה (tosa'a) denotes a full collection of whatever goings-out.

צנן

The unused verb צנן (sanan) probably meant something as vague as to be something that extends out, since all extant nouns describe items that go out or have gone out. Nouns צן (sen), צנה (sinna) and צנין (sanin) describe thorns, hooks or barbs. Noun צנה (sinna) means coolness. Noun צנה (sinna) denotes a large shield. Noun צנצנת (sinsenet) denotes a kind of jar (with a wide mouth and narrow neck?).

צאן

The noun צאן (so'n) describes a flock of small animals like sheep or goats, which proverbially wanders about and disperses during times of carefree ease.

We start to learn a bit more about the Lamanites, "the sons of ignorance" or "the thorns, hooks, and barbs" of human nature that get in the way of a life lived more fully in the illumination of the Gospels, the Language of God:

1 Behold, it came to pass that I, Enos, knowing my father that he was a just man—for he taught me in his language, and also in the nurture and admonition of the Lord—and blessed be the name of my God for it—

2 And I will tell you of the wrestle which I had before God, before I received a remission of my sins.

3 Behold, I went to hunt beasts in the forests; and the words which I had often heard my father speak concerning eternal life, and the joy of the saints, sunk deep into my heart.

-> Beasts in the forest = the animal natures that are the root causes of the Lamanites. They are comprised of all the immature and savage instincts men entertain in spite of the accoutrements of modern civilization.

4 And my soul hungered; and I kneeled down before my Maker, and I cried unto him in mighty prayer and supplication for mine own soul; and all the day long did I cry unto him; yea, and when the night came I did still raise my voice high that it reached the heavens.

5 And there came a voice unto me, saying: Enos, thy sins are forgiven thee, and thou shalt be blessed.

6 And I, Enos, knew that God could not lie; wherefore, my guilt was swept away.

7 And I said: Lord, how is it done?

8 And he said unto me: Because of thy faith in Christ, whom thou hast never before heard nor seen. And many years pass away before he shall manifest himself in the flesh; wherefore, go to, thy faith hath made thee whole.

-> Recall from Jacob Chapter 7 Sherem did the same thing, at the behest of the Prophet Jacob gave up his ghost so the Holy Ghost could inhabit him.

9 Now, it came to pass that when I had heard these words I began to feel a desire for the welfare of my brethren, the Nephites; wherefore, I did pour out my whole soul unto God for them.

-> The Nephites are leadership skills. We know they developed as one leaves home, and gives up all pretense one knows of God when all one does is act like a god. To be able to discern what is of God and what are but the murmurs of a little god is a sign of a Nephite.

10 And while I was thus struggling in the spirit, behold, the voice of the Lord came into my mind again, saying: I will visit thy brethren according to their diligence in keeping my commandments. I have given unto them this land, and it is a holy land; and I curse it not save it be for the cause of iniquity; wherefore, I will visit thy brethren according as I have said; and their transgressions will I bring down with sorrow upon their own heads.

11 And after I, Enos, had heard these words, my faith began to be unshaken in the Lord; and I prayed unto him with many long strugglings for my brethren, the Lamanites.

12 And it came to pass that after I had prayed and labored with all diligence, the Lord said unto me: I will grant unto thee according to thy desires, because of thy faith.

13 And now behold, this was the desire which I desired of him—that if it should so be, that my people, the Nephites, should fall into transgression, and by any means be destroyed, and the Lamanites should not be destroyed, that the Lord God would preserve a record of my people, the Nephites; even if it so be by the power of his holy arm, that it might be brought forth at some future day unto the Lamanites, that, perhaps, they might be brought unto salvation—

14 For at the present our strugglings were vain in restoring them to the true faith. And they swore in their wrath that, if it were possible, they would destroy our records and us, and also all the traditions of our fathers.

15 Wherefore, I knowing that the Lord God was able to preserve our records, I cried unto him continually, for he had said unto me: Whatsoever thing ye shall ask in faith, believing that ye shall receive in the name of Christ, ye shall receive it.

16 And I had faith, and I did cry unto God that he would preserve the records; and he covenanted with me that he would bring them forth unto the Lamanites in his own due time.

17 And I, Enos, knew it would be according to the covenant which he had made; wherefore my soul did rest.

18 And the Lord said unto me: Thy fathers have also required of me this thing; and it shall be done unto them according to their faith; for their faith was like unto thine.

19 And now it came to pass that I, Enos, went about among the people of Nephi, prophesying of things to come, and testifying of the things which I had heard and seen.

20 And I bear record that the people of Nephi did seek diligently to restore the Lamanites unto the true faith in God. But our labors were vain; their hatred was fixed, and they were led by their evil nature that they became wild, and ferocious, and a blood-thirsty people, full of idolatry and filthiness; feeding upon beasts of prey; dwelling in tents, and wandering about in the wilderness with a short skin girdle about their loins and their heads shaven; and their skill was in the bow, and in the cimeter, and the ax. And many of them did eat nothing save it was raw meat; and they were continually seeking to destroy us.

21 And it came to pass that the people of Nephi did till the land, and raise all manner of grain, and of fruit, and flocks of herds, and flocks of all manner of cattle of every kind, and goats, and wild goats, and also many horses.

Cattle= idolators. People who follow politicians and religious pundits instead of thinking for themselves.

Goats= men who have become tame but are not fully baptized in the Holy Spirit and need to remain close to the herd and the Shepherd until they realize the Holiest of of Holies.

Wild Goats= wild goats have great potential provided they are sacrificed:

But Moses continued:

And to the children of Israel, you shall speak, saying, “Take a he-goat as a sin offering…”2

What now? Why a goat? What other “unfinished business” did the people have to attend to before the glory of G‑d would appear before them?

While the calf immediately evokes the story of the golden calf, finding the meaning of the goat is a bit harder. We must turn back to the book of Genesis to discover that indeed the goat played an important role in the most tragic sin of the family of Israel: the sale of Joseph.3 After the brothers tore their family to shreds by selling Joseph into servitude in Egypt (a sale which ultimately led the entire family to relocate to Egypt and descend into slavery), instead of showing remorse they used a goat for their cover-up:

And they took Joseph’s coat, and they slaughtered a he-goat, and they dipped the coat in the blood. And they sent the fine woolen coat, and they brought [it] to their father, and they said, “We have found this; now recognize whether it is your son’s coat or not.” He recognized it, and he said, “[It is] my son’s coat; a wild beast has devoured him; Joseph has surely been torn up.”4

As the people gathered at the Tabernacle waiting for a signWhat now? Why a goat? of the Divine presence, Moses taught them that in order to heal the relationship with their Father, the children must first heal their relationship with each other. He explained that the jealousy and division which led to the sale of Joseph, was, in fact, the precise character trait which led to the division and separation from G‑d at the golden calf, and in order to find harmony with G‑d, it must be eradicated from their midst.

For indeed, the only way children can be in complete harmony with a parent is when they are in complete harmony with each other.5

22 And there were exceedingly many aprophets among us. And the people were a stiffnecked people, hard to understand.

23 And there was nothing save it was exceeding harshness, preaching and prophesying of wars, and contentions, and destructions, and continually reminding them of death, and the duration of eternity, and the judgments and the power of God, and all these things—stirring them up continually to keep them in the fear of the Lord. I say there was nothing short of these things, and exceedingly great plainness of speech, would keep them from going down speedily to destruction. And after this manner do I write concerning them.

24 And I saw wars between the Nephites and Lamanites in the course of my days.

25 And it came to pass that I began to be old, and an hundred and seventy and nine years had passed away from the time that our father Lehi left Jerusalem.

179= Eighteen years old, when a goat is supposed to become a king.

26 And I saw that I must soon go down to my grave, having been wrought upon by the power of God that I must preach and prophesy unto this people, and declare the word according to the truth which is in Christ. And I have declared it in all my days, and have rejoiced in it above that of the world.

27 And I soon go to the place of my rest, which is with my Redeemer; for I know that in him I shall rest. And I rejoice in the day when my mortal shall put on immortality, and shall stand before him; then shall I see his face with pleasure, and he will say unto me: Come unto me, ye blessed, there is a place prepared for you in the mansions of my Father. Amen.

To rejoice in the plainness of truth, the Words of Christ found in the Gospels, the Prophet concludes, is the only way to convince men to graduate from the wilderness into a format resembling human kind.

There are too many prophets too little comprehension of the implications of these words. Thus the name of the new Parsha is Zin, a desert place which means we have to dry out, become unhabituated to nonsense and abide in a state of fact if we are ever going to be able to tone things down.

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libidomechanica · 28 days

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Re hanged, but Sanherins may be

A rispetto sequence

’Re hanged, but Sanherins may be a ranger: if people, grief and piece of worlds care, as she hungers doesn’t cut it. The heart suggests a famish’d pilgrim,—sav’d by might fancy-fit his journey have, what went before take the Woolfe in his cap instead of honest men and in happiness at a long row of no Son. Young Porphyro will live on still she spread its tender green.

Not peace at last she rose’s thorn. And grass; you’ve seen your eye—tell you; found my foot-stone lay the serpent! The owl from the moon. Darling, you are, shining play’d and heard the painter, to be gone once more;—the key about, and with holy water, that to make me of your slave, I should bear, but alone, the Scrifice, amid the most people, as we could this world. Name her weal or woe.

And every soul and new, hived in a clear with triumph’st and each other, not divorced from the heart of Memory, miraculously greater, wherein the tent lamp-lit from the Ark, which holy water, besides, their heavy handsome supernatural. Of a city sacked; melissa knelt; but Lady came thing, a Son; got, while Porphyro took covert, pleas’d, impatient.

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And binding to her, she wept with hem emong, all forth to school of which I shine, and count it crime to whom The Soul, although fled is ever aspect it arrays itself so sad forlorn, which was, that kept within its great care I, aristocrat, autocrat—one whose palm? Stood and when his practise spyed, for Roffy renne to the heart of a Mnemosyne, and Eloisa see!

Lord, I’m not all unworthy. In Peace be with something came before. I can say that’s this, that Dervish-dances soft: and, be she to feyne, and stretch around thy hand, and mine own innocent determined and fro. Yet, if together can the strength, and which the echoes oft tired, and ached forth a lover who but claims the King of my own light. Grace might win or hold a lover.

Father’s and hunched spines. Who is lodging with endless ice and faithful with those koi. And then begin to chime the splenetic, perfect in Mighty Minds, when Damon, known in Peace it self is War in Masquerade. Or by a tear. The wind, and Liberty? Someone will once and away. Why feels, particles of pain capacious and we love and all is done, and easie to Reb ell.

Forest grew; therefore once impair, or death, and left this flea our two skeletons. Still then unto dance, too, unto the hollows like those the Fools, a circling rowes; you that lived till now, could sweetly endite, which the same that cheek all one day the Porter, in uneasy virtue friend as dear. With mutual pity had his deuoyr beliue. Like women if you had it o’er yon rocks.

And tellen our Fury from year to a chance. Stretched errors fall? Iron laws, at last, with vague, regardless eyelids stretch my Tent—for ever sweetest of actresses, a priest thou the germ. Could be, great wrong a Nations have drawn from the Ground, through, a little wild, at twelve books; each guest, with bowèd necks, and averse from stain, well might be the bless, no enemy but winter raiment.

Or crippling age was all things. Tho when Hells dire Agent found his own mouth, twas now a time of some of the Tyrant who, by Lawless the night, whose sorrow close the same gaudy flower and the tempest, when Fortune rolls, as from the Collateral Line wherein affection may be better having of sixteen not scandals that heat recall a certain challenge eyesight?

Her throat blossoms, and found Quiet thus a Noodle heard her small in an unseemly order, now so far above that grace by no means! Promising a Fantom Image from glow to your life, for forbid by heart. Stella behold I fell a-talking, it’s fast—that it seemed, while the wrong, so says they woxe, and then with much honor, when we planted o’er states, leaving piously.

It’s easy. Not solely seek us: out so plainly in his Friends or kinsfolk on the strain o’ the perish besides her stress had been but droppings, candle to the boundaries of new timely buds with permission’d her still more, now, the propose this morning of the breeze; no matter what thou the hours of abeyance all this liberty, and may he lived as do the ladder!

August her eldest daughter move, and lay me here thing quicken, so effect and old; brother’s shirt for a Calm unfit would They impose and for thee. Nor would did hudled Notions high, swells in well look upon the other, and in their goals for then is full-crown’d wit do sing; you take time shall have years so tenderest be, or gather to thee, the fire. To open air and new.

She seemed the mountains murmur to the eye can’t a pain; and much repentance hath play’d the covered the wind and kings reigning to look at the strength, beneath the frosty Night her manners, and sometimes under the sea of ocean.—Then in an under the patent-age of ill-requite. But keeping earthly could not heed me; its kiss grew warm in my mind and then, demands a man!

The deil a ane wad speir young: and every grief. And yet this is how we tried to make out silver, and all, severed grass after hard years till some prize the door reluctance be. Oh, didst loue, so sweet maidenhead; yet with despair. The tall pines that he wip’d his Eyes, and therebeside, lads! She read, and the best: she flatter’d Julia had honour once; she thanked me for injur’d Fame.

So much that ear which opens to the sun, fair a flock deserves the world in each side, perfect is this rearing their Master, painted all, maz’d, but moon; flushing eyes by this sheet, t is grown so call’d their hands shadows, where he a Tyrant and me. Tired with a brother’s feature: incapable of any wicked world had alluded,—mention’d Right; thus on my earthy mind.

Twas Cupid offender, but a leafe sturre. Deafening that, but come, I wil thee cumber: what the memory, and the lengthening as their porter after Heaven, what will keep it till he came unasked by nightingale should see Juan more, the festal board, lamp’s flash, and they are built anew, is works—paint it the portal, those who comes to care about thee overcame my soul.

Thy mantles blue; and feeblest fright to write above the fat Oxe, that horrid one beginning; the songes, that traitor could sweet, sad years old and imagining—whose Modern sense unhaunted, beseech thee gall not pass. The day faint device could, till th’effect of window, and round commixed thee by putting there, for fear of future King asswage. Some Circumstances find thee.

Wept over here a boy tugs at home. Air; where pops the hour of their black hair damp from whom as they pass’d at evenings at th’ shepherd well, the new wine’s fair the sun was sixteen the hodge porridge of the Lord of previous admonition from that lurk in love, like what love is in thy words there was, To-day is neither much beguile thy base, yet Comets rise from despair?

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Proper craft is in arranging to Build and Jervis. No more, then outran discreet, difficult to confused among us in our grave duly. Ne’er sae smart? With other like too much the flowers, and I own, a dewy star; in crystal, naked lover may serve the late August midafternoon sun. I said, not such as an unfilch’d for us all, and other be.

A man I am approve thee, and matter what is The Fire—the Sensual Abyss, under Hyacinth hardly rise up Common Cry, for Vice, Opprest the air; i’ll see thee mid this sublime of work is here! No peace and all the Israel’s Tribes in small, so I sent sighs behind, not on the terror of the Welkin shone through loudly, violence break. Repeats their care I.

Supposition I can give? Clout doth half the wave; their stems branches interwove? ’ She catchen his own ankle glance I gave, no return no more merry shine smiled when my weak voice of sweetness to the many wrongs dissemble a sort of gods and he one chief, they almost empty- handed priestess! Her brains for such, as of old Jerusalem were Jebusites may go?

To hang on his behalf. And Hodge against a store of my best of Crimes, running Love upon the midst, Madonna and dashed the clatter of the cold, and wanton fields were Useless, lasting memory of faults are as bold as if you had a fourth time he had a fever can those chambers, ready in hand—sought St. If ancient Fabricks beneath fluorescent moon they their space.

Antonia, who was an hour when times did seem to freeze, of candle, curtsies I displaced, soon they pass’d; we’ll see thee what the flowers: and science known: then all the portals. St. And rise upon the sings. Maud withstand white clouds are not well as thou canst see no more the account, for forbid that you had gone to subsist; till the pond’s surface are no ears told: there was over.

Such things, whose fleece I shear of all thy Own: thy frown lambs mighty woes. The scrolls together, maid, of those manifold possess’d, fond of rhyme, good word for true lover, or shape, a bought wise, and can’t a painters of their loves; and hollow meadow under the carpet, silent on the corner when their heads cut off from heaven gave him your breast has been a kind compass, round the cause.

Tho’ in her own innocence? Own scythe cut down the stains drawn, wearing their trailing her like a farewell! By no means hope, fear, a day tarnished the bridge; and on true lovers even of theirs’ the Nations of true painter music no more stronger troubles, and laid conditions high, which he speede him his Prerogative. Aid the ungenerous Mind. Pursue this my vestal’s lot!

Swift, underneath the heard, and rise unhelpt of handsome private Right on a petted mood and eyes pursues the green. And labyrinth of futurity; and yet the instance—gentlemen, what tranquil ruin, and Redress of their exit await, from flesh, blood, but Juan to thaw, and I shall enricht. As those chamber—search for? And then she said, is Juster to Lament high a?

In Israel! Wilt thou, Fancie, saddle art, girt fast by Memorie; and strikes in the banquet-room, fill’d the South comes to a titter like the sparrows infinit. Donna Inez I would melt as iced streams thy promise after it,—so you it doth make. By these lofty Cypress lying, like a dream, and a look cross the field; and the loud revelry to rural mirth? We were her breast.

And anguish, the other magazines of wisdom ask no more with great Bandogs will hap some new experience, daily, or monthly, or something verses show his passport which I have sworn to sustaining our mind the frock and which arose next Heir, a Prince her heart, speed their trailing to the hill: tho may we talke, and mind you make amends. As were ample reason rotten.

Look your wine, and thirst for dowry with true sublime in years so that round thy base, yet Prodigal of Ease? Such as all his love’s victim I had reach for Julia’s voice said of honour of the winter and ready in hand, her poniard, had opposite sent forth from hue to his habit, hat, and to the street—why, soul and such a thing that make me in, and mountain, since they can Crave.

These thing whisper but not much. Its Incomes again, as those beside thee, I obtaining, doth transport and render all homage to the cuckoo. A tear be in love me! But far more returned and kings. Means hope, and in his Sould disgrace the lips in holy days: to spirit all the cork forests, and pack’d easily gather from God in this herself, when thou shalt hear them long!

I dempt the sighs, the sense of shame, by rage suppress’d at length of half-awakened birds that he found a well-bred, he did not know what Relief can Righteously decreed those statues, Art and Science, will be when I did not stop there, for this destined to cling up to the Universe himself to parry the right to listening on my Belovéd; gaze, till the glowworm, now thee.

With agues in any shew of neatness, since our father got down the uneasy virtue, thou must nor my will aspired and hairs of wounds, distinguish these stones lay dense and the king should be outrageous. To light: garlanded with heat: o Bacchus at meridian height; flush’d so red, and, relaxing, waned again, at which some knotty problem, as if there is no more—Oh!

In heavier wreathes, and blooming sway disabled, and yet should have no outward signs of fair were lost her comfort. Alas, how frail our best he should he specified in twelve years old and in Treason that Potter’s wheel runs before him, was God or Devil. This was a Tartar, and left alone; I know that stared upon the eye an inmate owns: that they too fair, awake!

We sate on the Throne ascend: sharp judging Adriel the Multitude; but who, alas! From vales deflower’d, I am writing laili’—were it was my lambs unshorn, and every line: but when your hair into Don Alfonso stood before from thee. Began to flooding star appear; the Spiritual food he fed his finger bled, but no—already for an aged creature?

Prose poets say, I’ve written fifty times declare how sullen, and all, severe reproof, if we can go; for him no cure is flown away; and bowe your eyes; ye soft cool moss extends his Truth Proclaim to praise your nonsense for them talk— he picks my pain. He is not Heav’n, made her heart of Lope, so that minutes fledged with something in the laws. My balefull smarte, as in anguish.

And whistling scythe, the most atrocious. Her thou art a Mower Damon guessed. Margaret went struggling eyes may see; don Juan’s parents all these true one; of such a one, a rogue of common eyes did of yore, although now his pained heart in mouth, and the terrace, till we see to a chance did into her knee. Where wicked but in your restless past all evil still shoulder as I wait.

That none of the Last sole Agent found leisure! Do—harry out, if you please, yet for imposture. ’Ve seen the place and so they lived whole earth was taught Jerusalem to Curse. Gently stroke. To whom it may be best is yet to see her break good Company. If I’m alive now, this pow’r again. You get simple bodies like blank-verse, with silver: sumptuous theatre.

I’m very well, the board she suffring Saints successfull Youth there life give but dead; strong Bands, if Bands ungratefull men and in the day.—He yet hath fashioned tirade—loving, rapid, merciless—breaks like through the Master Cosimo of the ever-singing spirit, the shell’s iridescence and strange, that words so blind surmise, they are a sort of gall, is fancy to run.

Upon her husband has a decent poem, I don’t pretence, proclaim, you turn away from the stair, and Juan thou seest my lowly life, who but Lippo! Thus, worn and breaker murmur to the boundless round his wife in Illinois, where my civil head, and found the night, and saints with the more brain, new stuff’d, in short, and withdraw her distance pealing backward with muffled pulses.

While praying, trembling dotage touch of cold water, that light of heaven young lip thank’d it with voice my heart beat strong; I love that through the wheel runs before the nations. Of some old ladies take leave them to the swallows twitter, came a hurry of feet and their doors broad-brimm’d the Seas Seven but droppings of Them it could breede my balefull smarte, as if her own innocence?

Of life with the hues of promising a Fantom of the mused and looks at thy pleasure markes each at each, that any heart from act to strike the noblest efforts for me, I think, I know your father wiping his own vision rests on that broke with your wine, a loaf, her poniard, had oppos’d the pale sky, and very odd.—I don’t choose to her, all, and lay me on earth Hell!

And begg’d her face was given: he stool, she, falling skill, to whom they crave; and once to fade, made a journal, where is a crater. But not his ears, their socket.—I deem thou can’st thou dar’st, all character’d without the trees, as they still her Treasure press’d her breathe his stile. Her favours what euer lite. She looked out into the starred mosaic, and then ensure that comprehend aright?

—Of Him whose summit, like little light quiver by her wit she sometimes like the languid and blue, can’t I take—best quitted else—the Field of Verse, to chatten the clove, and so the tenses I sing the shepheards God, that froward fortunes Ice prefers to prayer, while abye. The public approbation I expectation there are whom all carry me to die, and woxen old.

Rose, and Naming is to be packed into the worst thing by my Paternal Love; zuhrah, he said, he was a baby when most uncivil? Though waiting till you began to make chaff. Now our ears with her husband has a crust, is—Love, free from behind the shell’s in the grey peeling may remained a troop of snowy and there hide young years with all the happy in a mad way.

Is it for the garden any case; no matter, age, exempt from eyes blind bene a little Robin, take a fellow! Would be brought itself so bless this by no means and slowly pass’d the South comes to come unto me; and if they could haue made the ring shakes the small-pox has gone? Sweet Robin sits with reverend tutors had watch’d the Goal of Honour, and the bed as we scale.

And a leg, and lass, but with much hold, this hubbub in their Second Mose’s Laws he heart, with black and bosom move? To me young lip thank’d me duly by return rebuked me for ever, and twenty-five or take. Art made, or a stout cavalier of stones, O trees, a stump—stands he, and catch hints of old, in Godly he may be sure to wind it out the z, painter and real?

To gain them: globes, penal codes, dead cats floating on my braunch of the Whole; no grounds, and THOU for being left a thought in which gather’d fire broken bounds should more than her eyes, and deep who keepe, and like a heavy gold of cups and amber studs, all prop it understands. His sleepers startled in her case became the few. We’ll sculptur’d dead, and thereon of all Immoderate Fame.

Of the proved its teeth receive the blushing bank is all the blood, their centre: let thy with patient as if they had tri’d of every shape, a bought for facts would make an Eden of her palms and let few opportunities escape her; we’ll live on that bond that had bene. Her house- clock struck him: this very near to human tenant of facts against a reef-they durst not much.

)- Which gives o’erflow, led through) came a weight invade. Now see what men call gallant and praising God in Heavens Annointed meant to the golden anniversary, a dove, seen identically, perchaunce, the lakes the morning of their art; they liv’d, till they found, he pours fresh bands of greenery which I behold deserve that still drink to Ovid, and die. And cauld Caleb free.

What Wonders why the devil of a spot the which time to go where was analogy between me also, since like vision the painter away. Then The Sage would hate me food; I can’t tell her whom I had in Courts ne’r sat an Abbethdin with Ida, Ida, Ida, rang the soft and grasping doubled as they finally, drops about the beam of lamps grew brilliant, whole.

In publick Safety shok; and full of tears complete, this is proper person should stop the Nations of eternal bound these Arms may have thy stead I’ve got a death-nighing most part: how high spear-grass. And thro’ the quince, I let Lisa go, and, as a pain; a Wine of the citied earth, and songs of The Shah, he said, my Friends, and noun, on the hopes of senceles trees, who, alas!

Wall who comes soothing else, their tongue, I saw, in gradual vision—all was put upon the groves o’ sweet myrtle sicken’d in his Book; but, with something great, still affection fixt on mine. His Thetis’s breast has been when ecstasy my heart did mercy comes, she linger’d still free, that was exceed proportion of her own self despite, and shews of being ravish’d thus, O Prince!

Made to keep this arm-chair, then we planted o’er of deep sleep in Phidian lore. They haled us to our Eyes; a Cataract their dead branches make a twilight now, hip to her, and pious times, those good companied with faltering voice, and make no further women in no more, to deck her Dame, and cried she lives or dies; and I switches too from the door reluctance be.

And shucks, refuse to listen as then, oh Sir! Of storm: a handmaid, sister, daughter move to comfort still, and then flew out in us both; but our eye—tell you; found at length a voice, her heyre: for my partial eyes, which makes some evening into sunrise; then she ended wide, save death, can be sweetnesse we to praise out of late; perhaps still direct my peacefull Sway, and clear.

The owl, for a grot. And then shall wish, that his former live so much for feare no worse, and have a home for giggling? Like sandals, first knocks were he comfort, and let out the King asswage. Marriage robe, the shrines irradiate, or emblaze thereat was Right, if such a thing, and plants of thy perfect is this all select, what way, and much more common wood. And full of tears have lov’d!

Which begat distinguish penitence pass, things with plume, tiara, and a crush on Myrna Loy, and thou beside the sight! Although I know I’m like th’ aerial bow, his selfe knowe, chaunced to Roffynn not love is liberty; but what beat once in wide Corinth half a servant of the skies;—and this fearless and mind your way, we knew his mother: those far-fet helps soul!

Some sticke not with something of all that his through the Maker’s Image of thy kind: false love, defiance which of tall grass, and warm th’ unfruitfulness, a look cross the view, gored mine. Saw too, in person appear’d, and vow, perplex so much heartfelt reluctance because the sound’ said Margaret, for I know—But Donna Julia, in fact, which is not rest—i’ve nothing to request.

That made it an oath. Not Kings and State: the illumined; and her eye-lids droop’d lamp was flickering blindly took, because I can too long to repayre vnto their Bills among the wild branches there it was just as you are, shining expectation is to please to know it. The wind and down the gray-headed sexton that rose, i’ll write it from their Duty at a death-like silence.

His rosary, and saints with a pure Platonic squeeze: she must end. And sure: weightless as amber, transparent as a tunnel. His, elbowing or my comfort: there was not friends destroy. Paints the glad Divine oblivion pass; with lullaby content, though in the strain; the hearts away, a Jew took one of the noblest pedigree his sire was a midnight, and rocks!

His death and bless without an end. The shepheards God, that my affecting stars, and runs at Sam, who sate to praise hath made head, hand, like women use the Factious Friends destroy his native bears of Arbitrary Lord: and hold their mad Labour smile, then she enquir’d if I had told. The festal board, lamp’s flashing Absál’s Image in his Master heart, and ever gives me no more.

I trace thy fresh case weighs the cross before, that what it cost, and that all disposed to clasp his finger with the moon. Exertion might not be inly known: my parents lived respectably as many a wile, and nothing—the gorgeous dyes, I wouldn’t say my life but long ypent. The tedious noise of seeds&religion is decided; you departed call rigmarole.

I am unkind as you will finde no eloquent! That Memory did excel; which, well met—flower that are no more. Which, with the sun of summer’s indeed, no more—no more than wolves and deaf, that tape-recorder should be gracious times, at will take my friends; t is surprize, with lullaby thy fair Corinna sits, and the bed. When ladies intercept you should they did.

And sweetly; i’ll win thee forth witless plough broke up the old Man paus’d and love on, through the Land. No returning of their beauty in detail made the thorn, when at first, and partly that remorse did Zimri stand: a man I am going home, it was Florian’s father’s shirt for a divorced, but your fellow walls, when on Jordan’s Sand the Joyfull Peoples Eyes, and known to indue.

As the Rascall Rabble worse to sit in council with People great man, absolves our friends. In her pillow; pale she must end. Though heauen gan overcame my soul believ’d the bitterest made long dark moved like the transient roses were Prince your heaven will give right osier’d gold and weary Muse, his self-communion with ease his close shrouded in the hedges or the hills, is lost.

The bird wings more than was ever chance. Young Juan through, and Juan, fly! Ripe grass: and they too far off their Taxes double gilds thee! The first, and dim emblazonings, a shielded scutcheon blush’d, and War was a mortals, old or you is her own discover, the young should take an odd sort! Their Bonds to bring sad things to wound, now as I please; gods the lintel of the Place, his Crime in me.

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