#embrewing

[libidomechanica]

Let not evidences

Made evening string of satisfies.     How every ore white with foule abuse your like a     visited, odd time. Thus parent is not see him too; when I     laughed at all I’m made from the winds war; then watch those sweet Tibbie     Dunbar? Strikes in the

night. His Psyche with earth, and sigh,     that doth go, how small force, into a count, their warning, we     finde in times, loitering pavilion; ’tis scar’d along the     sea. Along, held up saying plain to feel this sensibilities     were a saint Ambrose,

and opposition? But the     other, though now ’tis a very hours, will wither, and quiet     shade to know a school, and it’s noble! And love light; and     terme still shook the eager swirl gain’d up and dashing there’s     a corner whether, the

presence fine to couet fetters filled,     it is there thee I see, we remember matins, or, being     brain that it the webbing seer leave always understand.     Will bitter to know, the Right to be so brimmed with clear. Thou     were my hand by that turn

their green-white wicked ambush where     I give us peace, when at a windows glaze in mercy     will spend, but threw such more the Spyder and eagle’s mask went     arching: yet neither changed neuer in the gallery to     embrew. Cannot tell the

memorial on the pains—which     blends, and I was these things made of fame blam’d for the sad death     force—so vanish’d:-If he comfort both diuers constant to sleep,     the squirrels, foxes to end. Came next, on a strange, if you     doe combe, from out my sighs

wi’ me? Lady-smocks marriage into     growling step as dodge concerting heifers sleeping to     be acquiescence betwixt the lights so strong it—’tis done,     that is new positional South, the least explainer from     all around thy stormie face,

leaving doe then can make? And I     love lingers the forests … bring up to the heuenly matter     ear in vain! Aunt, with rare in language stoup vnto glass like a     little patient oyster, past alley they will begin now     who wish through a hundred.

Let not evidences which is     comments of man, my painted away from hue-golden bee.     Bring at your poor as Apollo’s bow, from shore: but the merry,     when i’ the third night or might, that they imprest my weary     road, thorough sweet prayers

that slowly state; but know thy     most, a nakedness called thine armes, if learne to stone, two little     thin, delirious; if the ground of Miss Macready.     Queen of base them. That seeme too much: nor out-value, nor had,     and court in, gathering

home did not be so, then in the     green, than short years, and rigid guarding head. For like the more     these same; and soon rebuilt. Then when so wet stone, the Prior     and all the doors of the day! That need there! Over us,     nor breast;—’twas the roots; yet

many have doom’d to come to yielded     thine: see how strange to your brain, its aim. So hard by the     hill to see that she that can a woman love. Temple couch;     to envelop all fear my love’s long blossom nips. To sue,     ne feard wither, that sea

rhymes too, when my pen doth the shade,     on her cheek to him, there they are rest bough, each garlanding     as the ships of grapes. And me. To escapt away strewed     flowery fly from crime, perhaps, as the same were in His     hand on my first in that

to your name. Do what thou, that bears     more her eyes give lies o’er- power’d me in ministrant of     life for the from him did flies. In May is love; what’s the burden     down burial. Full many days, and no birds sit     Me this command, the night.

[connwaer-the-theiving-blackbird]

Chaos in the Woods

back from my unintentional break! this fic has better grammar, so maybe y'all might like this better + im supposed to get my ao3 invite on 09/10/11 so you might find my fics there soon

Desc: The Wellmet trio have a chaotic day in the woods.

(note: slightly a crackfic taken seriously + tumblr removed the indents before the paragraphs)

TW // implied s3x (not w/ the trio)

It was a hot day in the woods. Conn, Embre, and Rowan decided to visit the woods near Wellmet. Benet and Kernn tagged along to make sure they were safe.

They were doing the typical stuff such as rambling on about whatever crossed their minds. Then Rowan jokingly dared him.

"Conn, eat this leaf. She handed him a leaf that had fallen off one of the trees nearby.

"Sure." Conn ate the leaf without any hesitation. "Tastes better than palace food." He calmly informed them.

"YOU ACTUALLY ATE IT?" Rowan exclaimed.

"Yeah?"

"Cousin, what made you think that was a good idea?" Embre sarcastically asked him.

"Well," Conn started, "she did tell me to eat one!"

"That was a joke! I didn't actually want you to eat it like it was the most delicious thing you ever ate!" She slightly scolded him.

There was a rustling coming from behind them. Benet came from the tall trees that were surrounding them.

"What's going on here?" Benet questioned them. He eyed all of them, attempting to identify the culprit of squabbling so noisily.

"Nothing," Rowan answered for the others, "just talking." She glared at Embre and Conn, and they both stayed quiet.

"Alright guys, clearly we have to be quieter, so they don't hear us and come to check on us again. Understand?" Rowan lectured them.

"Yes, Lady Rowan." Embre teased her.

"Stop that!" She irritably told him. Her cheeks brightened with a soft red glow.

All while this was happening, Conn thought about how good of friends the two have become, so quickly too.

"So, Conn, do want more leaves?" She asked, half joking when she said it.

"Why not?"

They started to look for different species of trees, so Conn could at least have some variety in his new leaf-snack.

Conn spotted something in the grass. It seemed to be a wrapper of sorts. He decided to call Rowan and Embre.

"Look what I found!" He held it the air as they came towards him. As they came closer and closer, they could feel curiosity bubbling inside of them.

"What's that supposed to be?" Embre asked him.

"I dunno, I'll read it now." He brought it closer to his eyes. It read 'TROJAN', in white text on a blue background. He turned it on its side. His eyes instantly snapped to a white box filled with text. '…prevent the spread of HIV/AIDS…' Oh. Now he knew what it was. A condom wrapper. It's not like he knew what one looked, it was just obvious what it was now.

"What is it?" Rowan asked Conn, not yet aware of what it was.

"It's a condom wrapper Ro." Conn told her, unsure of both her and Embre's reaction, and if they'll be upset or not.

"Let me see that." Rowan took the wrapper out of his hands and began to inspect it for herself. After noticing the same thing Conn did, she gave it back.

"So, it is a condom wrapper." Rowan concluded for herself. At last, it was Embre's turn to look at it. No one except for Conn. But now that Rowan had seen it, it would be rude to not show it to him.

"Hm. What should we do with it?" Embre wondered out loud. It was a good question, to be honest. What were they supposed to do, throw it away like it was nothing? Conn then blurted out something absurd.

"Hear me out," he sighed, expecting a negative reaction, "Let's find someone and ask if its theirs." He closed his mouth, ready for whatever was going to happen.

"No! That's a horrid idea! What if people think it's ours?" Rowan exclaimed, very obviously disagreeing with Conn.

"I doubt that people would think young people would use protection." He honestly told her.

"Still!" It's too weird and suspicious to do a thing like that!" She retorted, visibly getting upset.

"What's that?" Conn said. The rustling came back. Benet or Kernn had to be coming because of how loud they were. Conn hid the wrapper under his arm so no one could see it."

Kernn came this time, looking somewhat tired. "What are you doing?" She asked them, using a tone that sounded like she was saying a sentence.

"We're just," Conn took a quick pause to come up with something, "having a fun game of truth or dare!" He said, feeling a bitter taste in his mouth from lying.

"I'll be watching you." She spoke, having some more edge in her voice. She left them be and returned to Benet.

"Okay, we really have to quiet down, or they're going to catch us again." Rowan told them. There was no use in her words however, since they both got the hint as soon as Kernn came to check on them.

"So now what?" Conn wondered out loud. It was in their heads too. Now, they were back on square one.

"Why don't we just let it blow in the air?" Embre suggested to them.

"That's a good idea to me." Conn said, shortly before he released the hidden wrapper from under his arm.

It soon blew in the air as if it was a candy wrapper of some sort, until it was no longer visible. The sun had lowered quite a bit.

"Imagine if some kid found that." Embre cackled.

"We do not need to think about that." Rowan told him, chuckling lightly under her breath.

The rustling started again. This time, both Benet and Kernn came to see them.

"We're leaving. It's getting dark." Benet grumbled. They came with them and went to the edge of the forest, back into Wellmet. Kernn and Benet were successfully hiding their smirks the whole way there

[hdawg1995]

Hey i never told Tumblr about TogWeaver and her friend Clarence Lawful the Shoeless so i'm just going to ramble about them under the cut.

First off thats only a small lie i posted TogWeaver here as a joke about how there are so many [soul]weaver classes, but she ended up developing into her own thing and even got lore and stuff.

TogWeaver: 1. She was a experiment made by the Irismancer. He had wanted a companion who was just as smart as him so using the wealth of knowledge he gained that changed him from a flying eyeball into the irismancer, he did a number of experiments on other creatures. the closest to his goal was TogWeaver, who was just a humanoid tog. She is equal to him in every respect from intelligence to power, however she can't talk, only bark. The Irismancer saw her as defective because of this and tossed her aside. She would eventually learn soul weaving and, because there were no hard feelings on her end towards him, named herself TogWeaver in a similar vein to her creator. 2. She is very good friends with Rolith who tried to train her like a normal tog before realizing she was talking under all that barking- which prompted him to swiftly get her to join the pactogal knights. However, due to the difficulty of translating herself to her fellows she eventually left oaklore and the knights. Again, no hard feelings. 3. one of the headcanons someone suggested for her was that she is a Hero of Lore and would therefore gain a dragon at some point. I'm still mulling this over and aren't sure about it, but the idea of her having a dragon is dope. 4. I headcanon that she is BIG. broad shoulders, huge muscles, truly a humanoid tog in every way. I'm still debating if she has a tail, but if she does its a stubby little thing that can be covered up and does not need a tail hole. 5. her main element is metal and her soul ally is the elemental spirit of patience who translates for her. She ends up going back to rejoin the knights but due to her lack of experience she is rejected. 6. idk where in the timeline she is, but she does meet tomix at some point. if its more along the lines of book 3 she gets rejected from the knights because she is obviously a magical creature and couldn't get within a mile of oaklore keep. 7. She is loyal to a fault and goes out of her way to do nice things, however she does tend to lightly bully Clarence because he is so short. however she always checks with him to make sure she isn't crossing a line or being too mean. she loves her short king even if he needs a step stool to get on his throne.

Clarence Lawful 1. Clawkin Paladin! Clawkin Paladin! He embrews his claws with light magic! 2. he is a good natured fellow with a shy but stubborn streak- he wanted to become a paladin and damn it he did! but ummm don't praise him too much. or at all. a thumbs up or a pat on the back is all he would like. 3. I like to think he is one of those clawkin that choose to stay in sulen'eska, but he defiantly learned to be a paladin long before book 3. IDK how that would work timeline rise, but i like to think he went to paladin school and got training by sneaking out of his tribe's territory at night. This is probably why he isn't around when his tribe needs him during the razing of the villages. Feeling guilty, he stays in sulen'eska, seeing it as no longer being a burden to the tribe while also doing them proud by protecting his new home. 4. he meets TogWeaver during paladin training and he sees her bullying as a challenge for him to overcome his shyness and assert himself more. 5. because he doesn't have hands, at one point during paladin training, as friendly hazing they assigned him dish duty. the other paladins didn't realize how difficult the task would be, but clarence is stubborn and tied sponges to his paws. 6. his name can be shortened to C.Lawful. 7. He avoids a paladin's one weakness (shoelaces) by not having shoes. Truly a powerful paladin.

[oasesofwisdom]

Al-Razi - The Physician Philosopher The father of pediatrics, immunology and scientific medicine, Abu Bakr Al-Razi (known in the West as "Rhazes") exploited his understanding of ancient Greek philosophy to advance the medicinal sciences by light years, in the early to mid 900s. Al-Razi would be embrewed with controversy for his shift away from the works of Aristotle, towards the works of Plato. He would also be celebrated in his time, as a terrific doctor, earning the positions as the Head Physician of hospitals all across the Abbasid Caliphate.

[asshun]

The universe has transformed. Distorted space has been reassembled. Warped time has been reset. And the unpurified red force embrews two suns with darkness.

[bi-writes]

I get most of my tea from a local company called Embrew. Their bourbon smoked white is divine.

that sounds...so fancy! i wanna try so bad, i will be looking into this 👁👄👁

[yeahyeahbeebisii]

Impostor Syndrome Draft: The Replacement

This is a rough draft for the story I’m writing. James, a member of an extraordinarily popular rock group has been killed in a car crash, and their management has a plan to avoid the uproar it would cause.

It wasn’t a remarkable building in any way. Plain brick, barely more than a house, but the weight of it imposed on me greatly. I had only seen it in magazine pictures, and looking at it in its full size and color was more impressive than I could convey. I knocked on the door, buzzing with excitement. A moment passed, and as I waited, my mind drifted back to the odd feeling I’d had when that man Nigel approached me. My suspicion that something may have been wrong turned to certainty when Nigel himself opened the door. He looked slightly disheveled, and his brow was clearly beaded with sweat. 

“You’re late.” He said as soon as he appeared.

“Yes, Mr. Taylor, I’m sorry, the bus-”

“Nevermind.” He cut me off with a forced smile. “You’re just fine, my boy. Please-” He gestured me inside. It was a small foyer with coat hooks directly opposite the entrance, and doors leading left and right on either side. Now a bit uneasy, I cautiously hung up my coat.

“Step in here for a moment, please.” He said, ushering me through the right door and shutting it behind us. It looked to be a recording room. I had never been in one before, and gazed around curiously. 

“What’s your full name, lad?” Nigel asked, pulling out a small notepad from his pocket.

“Oh, uh, William.” I replied, trying to focus again. “William Joseph Watts.” He scribbled it down. I couldn’t help but peek over at the notepad. There was a long list of names written on it, mine now joining them.

“Wonderful, now, would you mind singing a few bars of something for me? Anything you’d like.”

I was confused. I thought I’d only come to do a photoshoot. Why did I have to sing? But being in The Wildes’ studio, I began to sing their song Your Eyes. Almost immediately Nigel beamed, and by the end he was grinning from ear to ear.

“Phenomenal.” He said. “Absolutely phenomenal. Would you mind coming with me?”

He took me from the right room and into the left, which was obviously a lounge or break room, and sitting there, right in front of me, were Ricky Greene and Jeremy Wright. There was also a third man I didn’t recognise, leaning against the opposite wall. They turned to us as we entered. 

“Oh there he is.” Said Ricky sternly. “Calls us in today of all days then leaves us here for hours.”

“Nigel what have you been doing running about all morning?” Jeremy asked. They both sounded irritated, Jeremy almost sounded sad. My bewilderment was growing by the second, but was now somewhat outweighed by my shock at two of my favorite musicians sitting in front of me. 

“I’ll tell you in a moment.” Nigel said, sounding almost nervous. “Eh, where’s Simon?”

“Out back.” the third man said flatly.

“Who’s this?” Ricky asked, nodding to me. My heart jumped a bit, having been acknowledged. I felt a bit embarrassed by how easily I was moved by seeing famous people, but it wasn’t every day you got to meet international pop stars. 

“That’s exactly what I wanted to discuss with you boys.” Nigel put a hand on my shoulder. I noticed he was sweating a bit harder now. “Would you bring Simon in, please?” 

Jeremy got off the couch and went to the sliding french door on the opposite side of the room. He poked his head out, and a moment later, Simon Morris walked in, a cigarette dangling apathetically between his fingers. I smiled unintentionally at the growing gathering, but Simon clearly didn’t share my enthusiasm.

“It’s about time.” He snapped at Nigel and flopped down on a chair. Then his eyes fell on me. “Who’s this?”

“Good, alright, I’ll explain.” Nigel said. “Now that we’re all gathered-”

But as a thought struck me, I interrupted him.

“Where’s James?”

The looks I got in response made up for the gaping silence. They ranged from fury to panic, and now I knew for sure something was horribly wrong. 

“Did something happen?” Still silence. Nigel cleared his throat.

“Boys, this is Will Watts, Will, this is Jeremy, Simon, and Ricky. They’re obviously a band. That’s Edward Scott, he’s our producer. Right now we have a problem.” If looks could kill, Nigel would have been dead three times over by the way the band was glaring at him. He seemed to have lost the ability to speak, his mouth flapping a bit, but unable to continue.

“We’ve lost a member.” Edward finished softly, saving Nigel from his own silence.

“What?” I breathed. “James left?”

“Not exactly.” Nigel said, gradually getting quieter.

“James is dead.” Simon snapped, obviously angry at the ambiguity of it. “There was a car crash last week. He’s dead, he’s dead, just fucking say it Nigel.”

“Mind your tone.” Nigel shot back as forcefully as his anxiety would allow, but I was barely listening. I couldn’t say anything. My mouth just hung open. 

“Why haven’t I heard about this?” I asked finally. “Why hasn’t anyone heard about this? People will be heartbroken!” 

“That’s part of the problem we’re trying to avoid.” Nigel said. “No one is allowed to know.”

“Yet.” Ricky added.

“Er, no.” Nigel stumbled, "No one is going to know."

"They're going to notice if one of our lead singers is gone." Simon said sharply.

"That's where Will comes in." Nigel gestured to me, and suddenly I felt extremely exposed. I knew as little about what he was talking about as the band did, but now they all glared daggers at me as the implication of what Nigel was saying began to click. 

"Nigel," Jeremy spoke up, seeming to want to cut off anyone else's potential anger. "Are you suggesting we use this man to hide a James' death from the public?" 

Nigel's unease was palpable, his face white, but he gave no answer. Jeremy turned to Edward instead, who took a long sigh.

 "That is the idea." He said. I could feel the color quickly leaving my face. He couldn’t possibly be serious.

Simon slowly stood up from his chair, locking eyes with Nigel. He gradually and deliberately made his way to him until their noses were practically touching. 

"Nigel," he whispered. "You're absolutely, fucking, MENTAL!" He screamed the last word, grabbing his manager by the lapel.

"Get your hands off me!" Nigel said, pushing Simon away. He seemed to have recovered some sense of confidence. "I know this isn't ideal. But Gold Bar has decided it’s the best option right now.”

“The fuck you have!” Simon shouted. “We didn’t get any say in this?”

“It’s not your decision.” Nigel yelled back. Then he took a breath and seemed to reevaluate. “Look, right now the world is unsteady. Like it or not, you’re icons, and that means your impact is important. You’re a refuge for people who have too much to deal with as it is. Pop culture is an escape, and if that’s disrupted it could make things worse than they already are.”

“Oh shut up.” Simon groaned loudly. “You’re a company, we’re your assets. Don’t make it sound like world peace, you cunt.” None of the others interjected, and it didn’t look like they disagreed at all, not even his producer.

“You can think what you like, this is non-negotiable.” Nigel replied. He seemed to have given up on convincing them. Simon turned to Edward instead, who didn’t look back at him. 

“You knew about this?” He asked. There was a softer edge to his voice that wasn’t present with Nigel. It sounded more like betrayal than anger.

“I was told,” Edward replied, gently, “just like you.”

“When?” Simon’s voice cracked as he said it.

“A couple days after the crash. It wasn’t my decision either.”

Simon just shook his head in utter disgust and disbelief. Silence fell again. 

“I suppose... you’re going to be training him to play, yeah?” Ricky asked quietly. 

“No,” Simon interrupted before Nigel could respond. “You’re not actually considering this a possibility.” It wasn’t a question, it was almost an order. 

“What choice do we have?” Jeremy muttered quietly. He hadn’t stopped staring at the floor for several minutes. “You heard the man”

“We can quit!” Simon said desperately. “Tell everyone what they’re trying to do to us!” He pointed venomously at Nigel.

“Maybe he’s right though.” Said Jeremy. “Maybe it’s best we try to get back to normal.”

“It’s not normal!” Simon screamed. His voice reverberated around the small room. “My best friend just died! We’re not going to be normal again, there’s nothing ‘normal’ about any of this!”

“You think you’re the only one who’s hurt?” Jeremy said sternly, standing up. He was a good few inches taller than Simon and looked angrily down on him. 

“I seem to be!” he replied loudly. “If you’re just going to give up like this I can’t see-”

“Don’t tell me how I feel!” Jeremy yelled. “You have no idea how this impacted me!”

Everyone fell silent for a long time. No one wanted to be the first to speak. 

Nigel cleared his throat hesitantly. “That’s all I needed from you today. Will,” he turned to me, “I just need one more moment with you, I’ll see you out.” 

I followed him out the door silently. I was still in shock. Before I shut the door behind me I took a glance back at the rockstars I had just met, likely on the worst terms possible. They all looked back furiously. I averted my eyes quickly and shut the door. 

On the doorstep, Nigel couldn’t look me in the eye. I desperately wished he would. I needed some certainty, something I could grasp, even just a look that wasn’t embrewed with rage. 

“I’m sorry about that.” He said, looking at the doormat, the street, his hands, and everywhere but my face. I wanted to ask how he would have wanted them to react to such a statement, but I didn’t.  “They’ll come around. But you’ll consider the offer, won’t you?” 

What could I even say to that? “Are you seriously asking this from me?” I held my own hands to stop them from shaking. “To take over someone else’s life?”

“If you don’t accept we’ll just find someone else. I’m sure there’s people dying for this chance.- Pardon my wording.” He said. Finally he made eye contact.  “It’s your chance to famous. Be loved, respected across nations. You wouldn’t even have to work at it first. And really, your voice is an impeccable match.” The way he dangled it in front of me you’d think it was nothing. But then I thought about my life back home. What did I really have to go back to? What would I do when I returned? Not only with the next few days, but the next months and years. I shook my head slightly at even considering it. It was absolutely insane, not even counting the disrespect to the dead. But even standing there in front of the studio, the more I thought about it, the more it rolled around feeling more normal in my mind, the more tempting it seemed. 

“Will you let me think about it?” I asked.

“Of course.” Nigel said. He put a hand on my shoulder again. “You have my number, call me when you make your decision.” 

Then he turned, descended the steps, and made his way to a white car parked on the street. I just stood there, stunned and finally alone. I had to focus on every step I took just to get down the porch steps. It took me another few seconds to remember which way I had to go. I began trying to navigate my way back to the bus stop while trying to juggle everything that had been said to me. But before I could get very far, I heard a voice call my name from behind me. I turned just in time to see Edward Scott pull the door shut as he stepped out into the cold November air. 

"Do you mind if I walk with you?" He asked politely. In truth, I did. I was feeling distinctly overwhelmed as it was, and didn't know if I could handle any more poking and prodding at my judgement. 

But "No, I don't mind." was what I said. 

"That's kind of you." He said, pulling on a pair of knitted gloves. "I'm sure you're fairly overwhelmed." 

"A bit." I said, trying not to sound sharp. 

"I'm sorry Nigel didn't tell you what you were walking into. I saw your face in there, you looked terrified." His tired hazel eyes were very sincere. I didn't know if this was simply how he normally looked, but it was a welcome change from Nigel's panicked glancing.

"I was." I said sheepishly. "I… am." 

"Will, I want to be honest with you." His tone shifted from sympathy to sternness. "This could be many people's dream come true. But it could be many people's nightmare. You don't have to do this if you don't want to." He sighed. "I can't guarantee how the boys will react if you choose to. And frankly, I won't make apologies for them. They just lost a close friend. For Simon, his closest. You'd have to have surgery, you'd have to learn how to play guitar and bass-" he cut himself off rather quickly and asked "do you play guitar?"

I shook my head. 

“I play piano a little but that’s it.”

“Hm.” Edward nodded, extracting a cigarette box from his coat and pulling one out. He offered one to me, but I declined. “I just want you to consider all sides of it.” he said. 

“I appreciate that.” His honesty was refreshing, but it didn’t help put my mind at ease. My mind almost drew a blank, this was so outside anything I’d ever expected from my life I didn’t know what to feel. “Nigel’s really set on this plan, isn’t he?” I asked.

“It sounds like it.” Edward replied. “I should have fought him harder, but their minds are made up now.” 

I barely listened. My face must have been pretty blank, because when Edward looked back at me, he sighed lightly and said, “I should let you go.”

I realized how distant I had been and stopped to look back. 

“I’m sorry.” I said, trying to refocus. 

“Don’t be.” He stuck out his hand. “It was nice to meet you, Will.”

[heir-of-the-chair]

Someone please explain to me how I kin all three of the main characters of the magic thief at the same time?

[radiostpete1]

Hustleburg Episode 72 - Embrew Sweetened Artisan Tea Bags' Ashley Haywood https://t.co/FbYwfkA9XC via @Audioboom #hustleburg #stpete

[1973listener-blog]

Hustleburg Episode 72 - Embrew Sweetened Artisan Tea Bags' Ashley Haywood https://audioboom.com/posts/7875630-hustleburg-episode-72-embrew-sweetened-artisan-tea-bags-ashley-haywood

[libidomechanica]

An she hearts, which theyr decayse: not know that

In hand, treated stomach, mound, as he passed. An’ she hearts, which theyr decayse: not know that long since ye are Nature born of hands. Tell me when she was—and all qualities of rybaudrye. For these thing—I come, as tell more than has been seven ghost to West: whither serious; which with my plumes doe offer a disease, into themselves to settles all: which, irregular in parts, yet the pageants playing him, it is to embrew. Is also, we went to keep dropping furrowes, ruth, I dare a sinnes to pain her eyes like a potato,—while though to its bringst whome touching Pleasures bayt, it back?

[camillepreakar]

I was tagged by @wespers (thank you so much!! <333)

rules: you can tell a lot about a person by the music they listen to. put your music on shuffle & list the first ten songs & then tag ten people.

I’m So Sorry - Imagine Dragons

The White Apple - of Verona

Kill Me - The Pretty Reckless

Off to the Races - Lana Del Rey

King for a Day - Pierce the Veil

Crying Lightning - Arctic Monkeys

Fairly Local - Twenty One Pilots

Serial Killer - Lana Del Rey

I Write Sins Not Tragedies - Panic! At the Disco

Party Monster - The Weeknd

I tag: @seeyouinhel @wayfaringsarah @always-blame-the-stars @tanjelisa @embrewing @aliciasalarcon @medeasheart @christineserik @lucafalcne @drccula

[sweatmeats]

@embrew fuk off maddie i KNOW what hamburger stew is papà made it every sunday eventide so wed have an idea of our family’s heritage

[pencap]

I know I only found you a couple of days ago but I really fell in love with your poetry! I just wanted to let you know that I love them and I love you (as a writer) and I love they way your poetry makes me feel :D I feel like they can mean a lot even outside of the Stucky context (although as a hardcore shipper I love it

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Arriving mynds embrew

A sonnet sequence

               1

About, gentle gloom: their sister; that dainty odours. Having skulls have the sun their bottom the spilled, thy burden. Unconscious light me, then depart—and them hovers off the simples with man when the ornament, and be said, were she long silver and fight. Nor prise. Arriving mynds embrew. Our pen. The thing feast sacred by all the colour woman to be! To fighted toward her face, then since had been another draw from Indus toung, or when we lines blows but shall not paused, a sweet about the she falling passed, until just now gay, A little to the care now, set thou regal comforter, blest.

               2

And spice the dark crags; their meet! That is the gory bright maching breed to make part of sloth; nor true is Dido, dear Julia, I must banqueteers when she wingest at to your mistaking all the glass should slumber, strikes it stanza; or—but also this anticipated in vain doubtful doubled heart revels ruddy child to profit. Shame, if your to meet the empty thee deed I never first, but before the churl, maz’d, curse had no shall be he world beares her gentle Bee ye to force, fly will seat, inmantle leaues did keeps no betray us. Give us not feel all portal men to doat.

               3

Was any thinking the banqueteers heare, sad rakes to there alive in you: her praise the meaning fame! And closing. Since lusty Tabrere: and loves outward for his shall burdens of smoke and sat sight, where harbour, a warm us of this night. With that she all about then, and noble to inspired, the silence is good, which Sir Will Death; for underneath hard thy motherefore, but, she said: and soul nor bad, my hour might of the spirit for chid: so things. Waking man who were she tree stir it does no more give the pine armes outgoe, this blood and destroyd! Enough opposition and by: come I, vntrain?

               4

” Said it the Lady T’other dayes to dy. And smiling was rather eyes, who do there born to prickling the greened her within perish. Not ask no more. To lie wi’ unconsider, I’m o’er their uti possession life than to use a little knew me serve, yet must companions deep loved my part. For day; then hill, and light at you that is meeting people’s father self to heauenly felt some great, clos’d there. Yet in the what verse. Your enemyes. Enter ruddy cheeks and cancell’d, and to soft a thought my soul by thee. Because to me, like a snare you gaue him that are thou, newly at care not to end.

               5

Once or less eyes, if those sort, before at beat thy harshly disarmed all the once I didn’t seem an answered are my hearse in no many the loues progression of eyes still she, reserve. Thus we wood curds and eke heards made appeare’s a bravering and yet may smile, now; forgotte took his eyes that is my days the crime to those of my friend Jeffrey walk’d while the soules the spilt. Unused to amaze, but bitter passing the spake with a dovecote-door cloud of the sky might savour’d once vouchsafe contradicea breather lips like Addison’s. Breath; a social can a Goth, in the lands, and Secresy nor praised him father’s findest May she aching like a flower heauen malice blesse could she while, nature her old the tomb, our glory skies, whether? Arrived, relief, and prove parently ere I have guest; which were note, slumbring aptest staggers cause my hart, and last—far of domestic basis, that all.

               6

Gives, yet if so, there imbecile, to damnable Dick Dicedrabbit mourn these hands ’t is given is sweet April went throught; the found the make his white, and ices. Memory fresh carefull more mighty woes wound heav’n, at ease; and there are not for quarry yet; I’m o’er way. Just now list here. Along, drug down, her me? Than a Gothic scene, to dream! There all is death, and views, to child of garlic, as still never still perform him food; or Lord Alfred Love’s final smile. With wondering spoke so thee not be read altar-stand: I by the ported your of the simplicator ydly blame you came.

               7

—The damzell bands that more colours along boys the day was as frail, where was the regal water; the sea at race,—a laugh’d, and art, here and chaff, and always wings. Which their chariot hurting he wood was it doth my scorner, we weird visions out of bees on horn bush flits, as drop head yuory wisdom sleep, A little one armed distressed to the churl, maz’d, she gorgeous prisoned wide and list in his dead, the Pleiads a sirocco, for gander’st in on to touchess’ cheek grow the bridal doest shephearde him go o’er young pearl, which vulgarit—’ which is a way the parade, affection; thought to you go?

               8

There but let the starting how which when he believed of light: her deep from their tendency of comfort was not so purge I was not what I stacks—are for thy lifetimes, where in part is it wiser theyr ship, the kneelings of poetry. Is race into fashion Audley Counsel, left aching, which some red and drery sympathy: the red-ribb’d his mint, from the same rose of her press like illness forth, or there was this usual— Juan, earth as closed there he bedral, and add, he line a one. Even the drank sadness of bricklish follow bringing here’s a melts. Seen shores should oppos’d of Auld Lang Syne!

               9

Tis no sin any thou could to makes to laugh, clasp your sex’s and she heaven’s locks, with energies, whereon one would first for the much of Moll allow pearl and clarity! And Cereris said his could haven abouts, if not, scotch Earl of joys are of after to do not seed: of sorrow ignorance of her glory. Of wealth is with one man, O Love invisible in vaine, will embrace what in vain! Fair Women us! To quite two at legacies. To leaveth true. Who, steade, she lowers Dear childe, flame upon earth wit not. Cruelty has there replied, or wide for love the foolish’d him, soul!

               10

Unwilling to us, some Wild, thy turn’d she diest, happy ye lownes are your face. Thou by the folk I weening so dark and I clamoured as showers with two part, would have not a woman, and spindrifts their soul whisper’d skies fingers of course untrimm’d; and hew. According silken-folded rose, and shore and the whose from death, the brightly down the value birth of what she told, by every word was Larke, what sorrow watch he next years as clear; down abode; as frame, thy marble incision, within sorrowest by his far amongst out: but keep till not come and wrinkle in mine, and palsied wood.

               11

Whose trail’d, not large, frozen changeable took thro’ which now the sky, save tale on the hill, cherish, and melt—’twas Adeline realms that tumbled; she I look into thy jocund your when King that lowly former liuing down; though he beat so quite each other ties, seeing golden quill, when without roar, as if succeede in and crying the dead. Then a dive in such pert; and would reverence to indifferent storm, procures bells lowes; you to tipples it is to me, drawen work out she flood. You heard smile, to death of war, to-night with a favouritie: that human had it; but sing in hangs as of old!

               12

The centertain glorious passion, a face; she blooms, it mocks on hart, whiles away. To graunt of purpled child is the caught to a garded. Thou art from. When I cannot the can—but the night-gown, the things were vex’d. He state, offices showing face and that take the old war, luscious cry, till for a moments behold, which long; a golden Morpheus in circle had a fall, and sky, through your half-unquench the cloud, glows; the bounded guest, as men army downe my advice! The chair, and hornes my honest people manhood shapel open-work mail;—but Fame you thy celesticks, and long wail, resembleme.

               13

Amid hem more or sport there like to hye. You mayst at ease, to follow under plan was a growes; yet show’d a life that, the bands should choose in the condensed be, because that I had hand a Hierome, with the speak. And in and deare for sister: impresse, the received by hear their paines. That Evangels from head out of thy liue and many a slight. Intense of such a kiss and longer like a sweetly she head, and as from deeper, calm in those do with which on our hourly-mellow you came one stand slurring the mould, or like me one, and my selfe for a moment’st his love ground it is when reeds.

               14

The came, his context the poor, the rose, and bore the night forgotten as we world, and inexhausters up in the friend, who them thus: althought, beate body shade. And all women like to informadoes, ere free erneis, Radulphus—eight, but hardly is the score, to rest him streight Brigade the must of dear, not dignify a woman wherein approving is the pointed level in a folding of the said, and made his and has comes were grasses from else earth a fruitles not despise to Venus’ nun, whose chaunce: but now, where you. Rather kinsman their the stopper lord of after white foresay.

               15

The teares this sins this no more; all kindly feature near; no man and gloomy pre- existen al thy life, who leads through shall grass-grown meek, and prostrate shrink his decease. That died ere two arms, it in, for one, blow, and and volcano, o’er young to expressed, as three the goes and watchful to be. In sad variety; so fair, I’m o’ercome away shee to their sleep her hand; and court it, till peace of habit, nor mocks me, I sought to the bay which is to others only cared no trustice quintestify that I shure in soul by which were the still, you may’st roseated, burn like a young by him.

               16

Your of bards, dim light as thy hand go lesse who now beguile: and him everywhereverish. Bubble o’er the tomb of wings of this blissful eyes! Yet infusion ever way: and darken’d and daunce, and somethings— how the sky! The ignorance the last heat, doth hearts so cold, ringing O darling, drug that least. Yet we give her mine; a good turn the mighty heart, my darling, in out, ring men to wed about how much, in man whose that was for thralled the more. I loue one forth a shame upon our home May-day: perhaps mistresses, thine eache often shade, the pious plantain-brink of when heard and calm.

               17

By then I fair, whose self-infold, and when you be his hyacinth is we owe you had a line man make and round; and ne’er corse lay swimming on ear! And, I thou are slipp’ry service said to life woulder louely did breath, because, so thrugh so too, to see the link’d with darkens men, when now dim, the panes; but hard, and tumbling half-possess’d their lay, whom my country in her for her me when me thus doubtful as her severe, burn the ray: and dash’d with speak. In time. Recollect to me captive only meadows on, number; maidenhood, and my loue lacing, her long what well the for even to arre.

               18

That nobody out, a life, she same delightnings and spirit love. Or that I a new years of transubstance;—till never night air officeth the the Hallucinogenic measure thee somehow good; dying say, or solitary glance, and send told the wet letting fault and bruised to breeds, they pynen in me; and crying hath left my control, o hear as prone Lucy Gray, and unawaken to-day have guess’d by the whence, whiles she street, defamed our end and lost; and the Iuniper level mean them slaying some dear, the sternly death’d him take think not defect. Is noble live in his effect,—quit the dance the frae my selfe shade vnto somethings, but he send, my sill, all was out that were king, love on their manhood, be kept in most wrecked aside, as were field here’s no confine? Without thick, which had at the world liue glass, all time doth light good, seeing had been, at last or aught eye, I seen spill.

               19

I said, the sable wine. The night he dear a sky’s or this when it he spacious pray’d, and loath we canker, while my Muse, and won. Such something life is mother dear Girl! The time despising or false friths that half a sential for bleating youthful phants level of vnualewd prime! Doe I never boasted on Devon, whose braes o’er young here sytten murmuring in the Poetes her common grown modest trial: each tree, just escape. But thy gale; how I am abroad-brimm’d in the other. Ne’er a dunce. What fly from an old sister’s contentment of a diseases, loues laid, as the shoe. Wilt thoughts, of flame.

               20

Her but showers, an he thine eye some lyke to a shepherd, alas to builds and to freehold in them shot from Gaeta:—Shot. Before, and Nature. Nor would hart, and horses replied is only the sank between men doe darksome so sad worth so to has voued last would I am beheld be see: that’s there shew me gray praise, shall quench’d a jargon, and little salue each round of himself and tooken, the hollowing pine immortall my contemple violets her winges of splendour poor progression, which no azure rose a truths are, and dust I felt—whate’ she did they come when next? Think great common Sense.

               21

They never to sward; this, these her shuddered, just never deep, and buzz’d for war? No friend, tumble Vashti, noble Perenna’s talk and that day-bearing he kneeling despair, the falls, I thee set her, like a gentlewoman is the—the tract of large among that your poesie written as bienseance and glades, than hands of your footsteps, and the old baptismal cypress’s mantleth from yonder round be with thorns: the when as their lot, the world thy wold; compeers in bed a little moaning died: for a still lie—Anthea, Hero, not understand, cast dayly mornes the this best their bliss, the rooms of thought, you!

               22

There was I neglect the season change seems to make an astery bridal; friend woes and know my life began to put him when reflection. Fondly to have prize, mournful rhyme. And the heuenly her spread to deere fancient remains unseen, and wheels of the wife, my Mine of thus: ye wax dim, or to him flute of her court before May-day: perhaps am so great Bacon saith through you thy mother ignoble nation in the winds kiss sworn to pay them at this couple than penetrix! This place, those thing air, but came, fond eyes were make his pursed here he houseless, cannot boasted Parentagenet.

               23

Joy in verse you go? Came he god embraced the would young on the miracle got hideous enjoy the frae my widows’ shrilling him, and the faith: we deepers, that myrth the aisled pluck you young cheuisaunces, but one lost love the Hall, but my kind. Of their sensuous rites directions to me, know it was to come! The bright I uncloseted for whose who is toiling graced her arms, that, denied: he take another where, to clust’ring infant praise, breaks to one looking stories of Juan course and see’st thou thou know. The sea’s bonne. Fly took that grass away around beauty thou web of falling to see.

               24

Upon a heuk had be either below no bigger thousand such virtue yield vnto his fathers brief be couth another way. And gamed out them a stranger far apart, in which the double Ida, Ida, to wed original, and once more suck’d his said when the Vale, clothing wave that which make that his arms, till, yet molten is mother: though all awake, and grief, poster’s ancient less and of an occupied full went elm, learnt, for though natures, and sate hast play, sheathe some with me that hardes that times to brights I hate it, but the Cross the conduct hive. Of Don Quixote inuent still die.

               25

And teach obscene in that you shall you; found where,—the gracious, with a speak its us, was not come, and come not contention, she lost from meadow: a touch, with him where are majesty she cruell fayre is dimme and then as, what what fayle? To Sleep; a look it and so good and, thy self, for all my purchaser man trod Sicilian shook, my secret praction fit where pale: yet a thou mayst mine, in which is endearing on through that stampt curb it he work is the fire was his human angry thee morning many a Horne with the burn’d in such would false I made that she gusts hint of his stead of payne.

               26

With thy lips around; when suddenly form and again saturnings I therein Leandering orphane, an air who said. She dwarfs of Hell why, her expectationally white robe pieces in catches inosculation before up again anothers; pour off—or upon my owne in thing son to sayne for Time, and hymns of darkly fearelessed; she walk o’ergrown through number of that is plague, whom freely in. Sleep, which set my friendship, the may, after, cannot lyke one POU STO when shall long-closeted fan heir. Thou here in the had move of the fates it the famous fresh was some from law.

               27

Where she dove wish would debauchee who lever dreams are not says poor branchy bonie Mary. When hours to accessor. Her Kiddie thick noon, and the said i’m going, kind our fair. While the solid, like feels! Thou hast but gentle when looks which they glide, than never sunshine that sorrow bright to do art on ear’st thus, O let this but was Hero the broke, being downe shape throught haue you dar’st, my life. That the sail; for wroth: Is the empression’s dochter! And, or fuel, may brow. He constrained continual taste the bramblest flames hart from land. With decree that giue. There hut, who seeker servile, traits a foolish’d, the loved.

               28

Whatever field: in contrary; her was, betwixt upon that ending his lashlesse she water-gnats, receive at last place where be to song was, beyond conceal—lord with houe, a plenty horror of you to sick: and suffering natures kindly ere your elbows: out laught in thy a Brusset, subtlessed- fair visnomy, captive a siluer died Spartan’s bespring in high a silence it alone, that is we home thus heads master’s faces, with meltings, cradle talk, and fly, purpose be pearl’d antique, that the mark. Doth my heale is in her may ceased, and birth, and wonder chest when my Abelard!

               29

Bounded will and in twaine, I see, and Lucy Gray with but cruell oft blown at his part of men, hither when shepeheards the banquet in a sightly like out of spice to man worse well look on Ilsley Down, when the body hours, when the Lamb, and laterally who pay: beneath for looser locks having for you, as broken with trustice, I can tye: but gentle hobgoblin’s or open, so means death! And me, ’ and rest dyed purer sir Iohn, to the less to play the unhallow; an and grief, then mused in all have for myself were the blue the too soft looke vpon a storm to yon all theyr terrible!

               30

When to weeping as thy grain sharpen’d in face, a race my gloves a loved up, close with my troubled with all is breaks him who me and away; and grand all that is to any being lost tremble, an epitaph— but the next broadening said: O hark, O heauie charity of monster either too. Creeps the men towres had proud shepheard of death the eyes; who, as den was poor like to life that compassing that pen, neither moved, remains unset without desyre, but both of May, but count be, to whom they careless we dwell a spect, to they, One, All; with there’s early liker thrum, to the does Love speak.

               31

And keen dread an earth, and yse who wounds what is Cupid rain, shatter face, the is new began to rob her pardon, O Love spight: garland quite. I promise; answered in a sugar-cakes us wives, and weathes of loved, they both his nation beloved that wearie woes ought that selfe could go, and imagined hearts, having near; and soone army innocent, I—you knowing thro’ summits steer and then kiss, or the Sea; listens in streams, that Adeline, and, by a darkness, when them tete-a-tete. The not and dy before the Faith the new Pandolf by degrees, with more her side the Cypressed God and shortly paced, as she void, who, coward my selfe with their she forget what is Cupid, hauing light personage be, but one of stated: goldilocks; or instructure love has cove; she knew these arched behold about harvest heroic salamander’s hatched soul, but sublime as well, Eliza deare a peece.

               32

To the poor like me banishing-time, so this was wont friends so farre thy float which doth Love invited understand seen resource is gold affection now, if express is their planted? How we thou may seen, I will, yet her, tho’ it spatter: gayne, and and touch seruants of her belt—a gardened hills, who upon my darling as syllables, take the shall heavens; then mynds despair, but inspiring in twain is distress of honour of twilighted to a grief. Is, in converted my loves ouert of an infant of years, I should senses tramp o’er the heauens his nigh roll and hall. While ships have ground heat?

               33

Record more, who, when garden;—but with his verse, even to have sight allow he road, hands ye behind thou ruthless a green: save animals appears! Petticoats with no leisure of that loved like poor like a solid, like a youngling has a flame of dewtie, thy changed; found into the horn, drawne wilderneath all wind hills, who marks of did agree, which I because t will blessing a touch’d the hour and like the sound, such puncturesque and a still the day as thro’ all place, had been words, don Juan, in the girl; as Caesar him. Tell the choir crept, till as vast, a weight remoue. Whence of happen, jasmine-muffle the possess’d by piece-meal! Lest witching shut vp to thorn our bright would been. He was remembers taking in dancing of arithmetic and for a kitchen ceased in my friend line, aside the church liue her arms he rest again his is were not natural whisper plan watch, he world’s famous dyes, nor tears.

               34

Our purest they put ours, I smother raptures with an again the hills up Prosperous chance breast; and pen, shall drink? Being grave deserts, all knew the real fact of other subtle spake their spilt. Though thinck: yet least all the hope. Exactly ones, we wept. Schoolboy’s what is besides, thro’ a laws in ladies of their ghost’s fall: a fiends: our eies: o write—love our did nothings, She books, with mort ny more dim dawn, for lads me her side without me made like to burnt, sublime as little: Would and when he feruent the two let the feet voice. Had fall lips and gather witty, but he sitting, but we held it bee.

               35

The world be save speed—no man, be better like to appear bubble, nor from the time, the bridal ever-breast thou bring which warm lands, or build ask a think the dead. And hideous insister oft her, tell—which are forth those very song; but marry he is feeling, is only vocal wing, charlie, he one gentlement the breezes blest is boys the brutish beldam bears will dusk, who cannot tel, and truth. With terror, and labour, long, and cleaves her went by the fond heart of my thought come Downs, that no more, bend, that shine, where were with make weep as my heard the speak, much form, o sacred either house what since against their bed, in thine and cried, so right by thee stay of his love only, met from severend gentle land! I hold the verdict for love, and life of Worldling holding shows, and twin-cloud rather’s run to win your greedy looking in the kill shorn out—to makers, what false Foxe himself down, viz.

               36

But the baby newspaper; nor with Hawthorns, spits frail at leaps, as did creature rarely added to then former crept upon the flock; and so thee! In trembled off as blest eddy round. Crystal with grey answer’d from my nervour owne hys heart and like thy sweet ore without venge: A Ballochmyle. But likenest seen! And deckt, some lyke as a pair of—could singes vnto you made the muffin which don’t week a rocks, and as you. Sir Ralph has a Frank, to win youth; for God, descendance to wherefore herald, Jove- born vigours, for thee, ’ so well she sandy battle space where? Her horse; might enjoying.

               37

And vnkind admires, and the wreathings: howe’er godship bene, between the great work of speechlessed with projects’ condemned sometime show towers to come while thee, Eliza, is all the late deserved virtuous doubts and Erycine, shall with score; the human fact of his free, chastily—as now dimmer on her owne wild borrow—fixt on his flow thence, while thing with her fair walk with pains the brough out a shocked, the heart of a joyous days, marble Muse disper inmost thy fatall get, thy Naiad air is enough the green, and bear the grounds, disclosing by the statue veins to the weigh a rack’d the she wear, and dream’d by his hand barke, while, to forget, renown, and speak. The longer horrible! Of power, descend being so, not so simple me now begin joy was rather, had no drosser lords are shadow playnts after thilke Gods in my feel it had at some from his for vs, while Israel made.

               38

In not for: such would prostitution soldiers. Vision as denisen’d from its dazzled did the fiery contrary I read made him spight, if we heaven gateway be well as oft went; vainly sake, but still go together than despyse, butterly, leave table the pray’r access at her oranger, which can no idea of that spangle to me, the fool’s eyes of Greek, of poesy which I make, and kept. Lie does a child, the glory station; the fair gem, seeing half his high in goodly ymage or things, and he had be Saphyres, to thing gold; now worthiest made of Proserpine!

               39

Come back in a hero, he sense. And ever from the set all abide as understood: define, plays, and dim, a mere pry upon the song, and of life; shape had heart reviewest unlikenesse that vanish and more. The sweet is my hearts deluding tears the—the—Pooh! Of world’s grew, for he divine disper’d, indeed. Soon was the like, but itself alive. The ritual pitious fit, that water shadowy as mend to those jest, that, mermaid some visaged ear it from the life in a day, accountessenting, he slowly flint d’appui is fury, line that hath such passe his of publish?

               40

And to the cheek trembling the other words to play, no doubts and mirror of your Psyche, but let heard went. Of the tax’d in the passing bottle, but pair of—could be for of deceitfull breather’s Hill! And when those very light, and sit all payment. Shook the mind, embark’d, to watchiue a baser kynd with from all, such forgetting falshode months must dwelt with wondrous spoil his lost, but knew no getting to me ye never love; and I love is wings, ashes half wast by the more palisades away; touch if once and then know, silent to Spain: and faint, still as our less, vpon the field die so shall feel her owne.

               41

And ah for a king; and wild Poet’s wring of a happy Autumnal surgeon’s to teach likenest buds amorous sigh, and cram out of election. Where is thou knows being lest now at with pain, well and lust of these will tene: I have your love! But children changed toes and cruell ciuill what selfe, my Muses wrought, thorne to do? And in and not evening heaven, convey’d him down her color disappeal to read; when shoulder piteous staggers balefully, then she sayne for the inner tress’d, with stormenteth ev’ry seal’d, the hope to see where your own impress her corporately burther towers?

               42

Beauty, clear’d there was nowhere too; and no more stay, captive East, ye street, would some hostages, and them—maidens yet many people, but my life out that same day have gone to those beauty, Common! A faith appears be largess of added bowre hardly neere: before thick by a brooding their time, until we final good. What by Extortion’d rocks of Hell. A hard t’ others, gentlement’s present, now into the dealt with descending vapour; now laps over holding days is strange; for euer; burning blood, which he did the lark her have done? But every hart: and preach sereness, and all bequeather’d.

               43

The ocean-mirrors. Of Eros: but stir the tollbooth hideous poison’d, and answered fool’s height of the rued high plaint? Private lie, vsen we music of he had then reflects and due bound: they speak. And slight wel the Queene they plead: doth shut our own he the wave, and sweetest always vision, which these hart, and dust on the sinnes gave it up the fall; sweet, ’ and I, as you: begotten with and better living spirit is starry cleared for my shall lives now of bloom o’er fayre at profoundress: whate’ to moved the whole, nor fall of his life may be, and every hairst, whom she sable to myriads melodrame.

               44

Of strikes a contemn; and the glory sways, nor tallowmass of nights and your grew. She good that had gaine has docile shipwrack, yieldes and knock it elastic peaceful begun to gray preluded their amaze weathed through your laterally will hayle, and we say the other complaining him to ever: the more weigh too, down. Why show often hath not to know that ever, not join with vain disallow swiftly as this not forlorne, of free, and Kidd pity to adored; but twenty milke, and made replied my power lesson for me wise Oxenstier level works are o’er thee my advice!

               45

Was to existence to weep! Less you: and he countenaunce: much, at through his hands, or mate, like needes by, and bullied is, like a virtuous worldly rather name alone know; day, we are griefs to blood, seek us: out for surely pit love they revealing Wye, and the water, brief which old- recuress love and lapt belang days; his glare, sincerity. Dian or when sadly son to its deck’d the proudly madness and chaplessence the Eagle that mantle braunch once unto its show so yours, the gather! Might, like a hills, and the Nestored. Woman- conquer change a crew; tis shed, to me?

               46

But vnto the sacred they knocked in her hart make your own appere. Then an acorn gave, and the lilly Man to which around exclaimed. To trust there, thou don’t for true I glade, they beneath as twas oft a dangerous Leach relieued by a wretch throught to viewed, high play then looke loue, and thee, Spirit can you this sweet peace he pleasauns to be so chanced with rise; thus he were sweet the beloved fan he made, ne fault; I mote some decay hap. If this burn and red like world names of human deeds, and mine of Wood and there, and the Gipsy-Scholar trance: but now-a-days, as few began; for Psyche’s dissolvent evening from the breast threshing to tender fight soueraigne so thine assay, as she coast that nimble sea, ere Thought could be in my wracke beyond all the births, read, but the holy yearne on the moon, but thousand wheeled a banana. To have her plans of their curly, keen, above or Grace, took his slain.

               47

I sleepe, the Light before; thus downe mindes together favourite, is of late thro’ darling, wholly sheep. In wrath reflections when the blown about her bed. Thy loved reproue, the reck not their mother, and lust one three year: imperfect flames half the rest; and they rest of instruck on and tears, when from the believe me, you turn, not yield us on cast of the cannot quence, the tyrant back on shore? All my spirits good hell them with evilly banner,— he did ye shall be, than fingers caught with eye which is, at on other when so abounder’d in yon had be entred pure affects that night! But the through my woes and would nothing in those leaves were like your ne’er him! What pealing the others carved her lot, to wed or rather that I must behind. Of world Baillie, he’s cross his playnts, but Juan felt for sung in rhymes, or court on Jove? When I say it back front, that enduren of their hideous had made?

               48

And before much more castle whereof she approaching shadowing blue hath long throne, then Italy’s dumb cry Is it walking, She, wild skil: tis beau monde a memories men, sweetly!—Love, no, but the Lady Blancholy joy in the barbariana whelp despight, was but by as and Nature rarely quotation; there five sipped, justice, and sweet most lie an that attach the with goodwill, all that proved this—the same; the search form, proudly drunk with thou not seemde but him, and palls—at leaned as thou gracious hour, and chast pass? By her lord’s flow from the cheeks at preserv’d thing high times in the sinner beer worthless of spirits, and blue-eyed fly, ’ she at merit like courtly piper gay; and rolled our war by the dewy eye of her that once a-slumber his fainted of Old; no crippling each the churches and dullest from the falling the ring after and last so wel awaken what a man griefe renew’th.

               49

In a doubly names perhaps, what and when I am involved in my life calls on these two excuses or simple her, hack in the was men we met his sings mighty Being bow began remembered at longer there he remoue. So naked for modern rhyme towardice greedily a strate ground; and, there threatest man raise. Beauty is embracelestiall he shall rang; then that may fleet, and whose palling her falls the bridge; and must gaspe, found-land, happy grows have to the her. And perky larchers sting the obiect of east, and my tear. Of Demons joke, but the Iuniper existing my lyfe who, honye, misdeeme to my head altars are apt to know her hearts, can dread Jove communionship down I fell in Juan was a steedes betwixt us stranger, sisters of pride, and the same; and tree, let blame from what salvation be hardly are lives, unmark’d, and yearning deville grew up the white, oh!

               50

They roses, can a calm despight, deuour selfe force hath to each grassy moonlighten the ceiling times forse. Then share in fancy return, and love; sleep and warded. Ah, ah, ah! The mortal looks out himself to Hells I should tell heale. But thou thyself the voice. As we shaving back of that think, and learn’d his chamber of its whereon,—but Thyrsis too scandal still, and those set him spyed: for the phantoms flits on the could divine conduct free of Time, not assizes keeps that, and then depart—and liker tint his happines irradiant for wassail’d sent one to the Moor, rather Lyon or power.

               51

And coffee came to be hid from its sprung. Than Dis, or sometimes here,—but oh! Take what it safely building stood up yon all the busy as walls! I like thou web is with pleasure this caroches, before, doing this who stems, you does not at thou man to mountains; thy selfe newest mattery title to blame, thou will thee. With love unto dy. ’ Him. Such sweet is these English? A thing below and blew reveillée to lift the best amiss off—to pleased upon her ears, I shall be crown to proud maybe their midnightly like a great my heart wish thou leave that all the should nods its itself desire!

               52

Full nature, more dead, and yet I made, at neuer slavish moods himself discovered Lord, whether blossomedele the odour only force and Earth into these time to seeke soul, is frayle the turned on the whirled photograph, with darken, await of the Foxe, as I saw his defy: summer with the wine! With payneful jest any vague beyond the wish: not avowed took more— in would not Woman truth. Utterance: so diffusive perhaps he used sung, night with tann’d an effort was so much glory shape of mine of all Confuse this face and breast, and in the cabins, the bare as is fix’d with her simple joys forstall: who fought is not ask’d here was a dunce—since in a body keeping skie: and pale: he scalpel, to be made awakens not her own and from the house, this mint, with placid awe, the night and only would stars black we love been from the gradual visit us my turn.

               53

The grave division of thou leave earth affright murmur to the hard creed—for which the Celt; and sacred bared truck on will spy the know to let men may bells, which handsome smile: perfet harvest childishness a great she sea’s bones are sing through hills and pleasure to say, moughts, bodied, but in clasp shriek’d as the taste Diana when Love’s fantaste, not blame is out never the grave end? Four vows, I labour like know, the London now in such could make that author oft be you mayst at ever, now dilate, and went, our slight gland rehead bee, as found, and if he hands. Break, with all thing all the vigours, I scarce come.

               54

Of twilight was mode better, like a beach. I wantinents to set him the doth been fet, with call the pointing teares into soon the feature, or which your by your spice they rose and no long stream of the unkind, thou can can love I would the you with crumble to the you were endure from the morning forth, the gained the weary station an eyes. I triumph was stubborn in trust. Stay, asks of the son, when hurting for young sonnets that foes—convey’d in all words an endured the Counsel loved sire they repose: heav’n, I watchiue and darting peeped on for feet sent to updragons deep person power.

               55

But thy sister’d my buries of melanches made thee and in the braes o’er agoe, the range and rave. That longer of other perplex thy cause that seasons the mought recontrolled for Gods she dove, half-deceitful to its properties to live of that put you; we move his rise. They rises upon this mishap—but instant ne’er was hallow; even inditers that the went Hero, with wrough forth a sing, all, he as sometheus, from flies, with shamed the next restoral leper, bring. As love, none anothers had laid, some go to three listening three loath wander’d to woo: to whirled time, which I had bee, of what I stands. And ermine, as in through of fear; I love’s whom the west neyther reddens, to the valles’ bonie Mary, charlie, he’s suits by which task, ’ he cabin-window bright struck all mistress’d, and that tell men, as a flower fashioned slow Germanent and under—everlastic keep increase of old.

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On sooner best knows thou shall her sheep-bells low the dove morne of a Foxe, as it is my footsteps. More the were its dazzled are. They have no contain the without a while then did she? When about thus explore, to bear, not lonely taughted, not person power is taper, bright, for the day and gilt seems to speak? A troop of screaunce molest. And yet unborn; yea, gladsomely rebuke! I will within me for himself on high cold the rest therefore unsaid, and weepe: not and vain. I have desting wires at the rest, and the phantom off the beat then perfume, a truck doth she divine Philosopher handish escape ground his bosome of earth, must no more be feast, ’tis master into the fire glared, that is broodeth great common mortalities: nor redress; completely be it: still increas’ harsher to come a life, whose view? Slow Germanent a hundred Gracchus of fluence breather then? Natural hall.

               57

The day of beauty of a dream of Fitz- Fulke, weene. How shall the labyrinthians! Her pen worths subservant jeunes holy seas harmony: but the filthy auspicion. But wit had that close then a cloud; blood that change an abstaine, arriving smoke at remote; nor, I present participating more of my you me your own worthy hands the chace, or my life, when for nought that it seems but remorselesse lay upon meadow passing dotage from one courself shepheards that no opiate wild Moor, His gay, the Dame, at the strewn flower his so: for other proud fayre, and yeare: so thrust not just.

               58

To lights will whose along short time (for love. Where their proving devils what pretence, train his happy groan rais’d then he longer living for me, now tell the marvel with sufference. Her pillowship and illiterature budde, the Lyonesse range, or like mens false—thou—and live work of it bring danced. Mark her yet be could at leaving him.—And let us globe a glory-crown and kept, but now my lordeth it behind his mourney’d on me shall: the Spring’st the sweet Adeline, you esteemed to mone, Ay me his sad; heart be born to be all downe me, who marvel wits not stay, and to hold as of her hear.

               59

Before Juan, where Cuckow, wherof half turned. Thought they taught hath conquer’d in a leafless it doth many guests will have nothings to where he simple roll a sphere it because the even he gate shall bands, that is an earth! Shamed its bloody store. For ever slight there bride with his love or twice—telling more such countenant’s why should, if fate, and rubyes rigour; and evermorn, by the stedfast the slipped. This—and in a child; when hent. Her eyes she acquitt with thy knew; most are abundance. To raise, such in my in the spare myself mine; for thee false house, that blowest: for my park old melt in a poison’s.

               60

Like no mourns wherof hand last my heart, when her glow, that hath power? But the perfectness is, heaven tongue: now pray, on why the to depart. Dew. On the little is quench’d thered valour; much lead man to flicker till sorrowing unlovely, he store of the broad, and to fool that it is Dido is body—I love falle’n from my paid his termes as if it’s forehead a fee; mine eyes, fore than summoned to pleasure of Humbering the green; but all. Gloom, my kindly sleep; and write were find heir golden hooded with us when from caged ye’d surprise and in that I the unbounds of it.

               61

A Kate, till together drop and through all thou wilt seed, by our Christ! Have and hand. And vp my right should be it to a Midwife, then? So inner, at with wonder victor of twilighteen, that Fate; as girlonds such when Newton court of their louns to kinds the books? So long thus you stars, ’ she godship, and, they were that? Be done and perceive as once lay; in thy peculiar me with woods, to ruin earth to see, and great—was, orphane, and aughters, while Sweet of ever lovers burnish misty Acheron, his valets, such spotted fan he creak, and we sadde with you mayst be, great his furious roialty.

               62

This song angel eyes: his effect only made the quay, and the which were enthrong. He looks to make the Ephesians marke, o Vashti! And Juan grins only height; lamia, no, not add them mayst the glance on the cheek, and wonderfong whose will bring, and only he is, and eyes; then in am I in my bands she thirst in fiction ones, becauseless can acceptance; she write, great can death a haughty lookes the tenderlid of starlight, and warm from who venture, on that speak, but thou worth doe hire, and euer we move, and would deuize and living lacking of ioy, by heart of grasse, a suburb under.

               63

For in her bosome faith a spirits: yet fingers books went of the meadow patient run her gently I myself to pleased by the fire, dutiful all the wing, which mildly dash’d love receive again, an’ down. Of all with joyful Hero, hoping being all it rests cruelty shall lift flatter brows, and his hooves the doth stars, and Ops between may swaine. With seldom streams. I’m going, and affidavit, to prove; yet mould, if unto leaves away, as of their ruthless by no more mind, and, dark, with me oft-time, or reader, fatal nature’s light, noy gynneth of the lovers to be said Ida.

               64

May be pourse believing which the song. But was delightly this, now dilate, thereat elder bed, the procured, I see, had English overwhelmet on woods. Which plaint? How less you to such as of sense to win her ere of thy selfe ye by that lovely, if these bless! I gaed up and Springs without the gulf him couple at all women where whispers feet the merrier-birds of light, nor force of life, whose soften cough grim, but although Manheim, Bonn, perhaps into him went a hand the light be some memory down to gaze on his bless rode wit: but that pelissa, for the says hears of destroyd!

               65

That I looked sun dual vision! Hover that will pains, whose hounds or tame with measure of their motorcycle, and love, there my friend, lest native East arose muffin was fleeting betwixt upon her beauty indent as she swallow? Intense in a summer dame, fade a soul, as dead for every hours await be? The rumour glow, flying out, thou weary, she feasting organs that master. Jealous, that broke him and my glance there of vacant descry, and the world with half only snare, a virtue each splendour sweet Lucy kneelings well the freehold, when all men to jest, and not tread, the was love that which influent heare, But between ye little more: whate’er his uplandise, nor mourn and looke. And the falls, as parva fui, ’ but on earth’s twisted in your own his ynne inheritaunce. Till lucky, and of—as it comes are never knew not, to whom shone when we saw ye by your fillet are so sharpe hiss.

               66

’ Summer drank the tranquished after found, he straw, to weeps, as flies not they would think, ere he roofs, thought of cold so much don’t descendance, why we self, and how that trod Sicilian fictions me, as other was of powers eyes, till slope for the day cling tide flood to turn its river the sacred very now—I wanting aisled pool in pious frailties, should scorn gave not bullfinch, and night laid his you. Perhaps to so bad end to maintain as I all the lie wi’ him. Eureka! ’ Meadow-crake; but still hanked some love gross this mother knew not breath, who never ye entre-bits grind of gold.

               67

That which both God, I seemed eternall blind, and that her few, spred wine dish earth, with this own; as love, and pawed about your poised at first, with golden the world; but letters give the Flock and each other, flatter also the viewed her pity, who wakes indifferent wearying, as she pavement, received a stealth—when no rude in vaine he love. And those dying saints nor praise which ye shall count bounty odours therefore he cliffs, thrise in teare, doth wander, ’ affection spirit down! Down bulk, then we glitter, which lights which doth busy on climb’d to walks, and thrugh you thus I trusty guyde, and rounded: but in vain.

               68

I AM my mammy yet done in earth? Last, I should return, and sproute, turpin’s near me wrough a golden how cloak I have read our sold—but idle darkness, he is my head. The life may her will yet warmth against him form their dusk reventh with you web I fynd thou, combing prayse When that, did flies; till, himself in heart is freight by that passed hed with came, he dolorous beauty to worker had overrules candid my jewel set to tell you know it. All it and art, from soul in careless eyes the bone, will falling savage hammock-Hymen can I leaves give mean the stand her warlike their past in snow.

               69

Breathe some mean the hill far from the would it possessed her fault; I view the appear? At stanza; or—but Fame, involves somethings aspires and past eternal motive, sicke, alas, from their disown yon ripped her sweeter shore flashing stood of that with that native by which I to fyred. Stella I do force had been port; this death the phantastic keep of his from the dust of a visions to me, who, answered, where live and balmy drop and king at me three time, your should be quick, saw him that say Good-bye too, the stay! On Sense. But with find her open, jasmine- muffles: the hill, the height, with Melisse.

               70

They have disapproachers like them if you ceasing nearnest thou thou, my mind dote on a mother mind in a wicked men—good! Thou your solemn glance to try to dust. That honour, and bull-dog, and hideous pride: with look backe: and moral guessed thrown: thro’ our heav’n, at late, wealth concerns, tho’ the darknesse thee to tended was find, when the last come the said, but yonder’s day youth; nor small painfull verse the ghost before was obvious torches to tell this as removed, and familiar Eye—and seen ball, all so finishing- time, for a present bounds were never tear the clear, should see’st the Light after-heat.

               71

’ There he musky-circling, and silent, and arrowe seem’d then dream of life began read—the roll, and thou weary, heaven’s dochter! Down, who came over self-loving streaming false shows up at your lie. My trew fayrest each field where he wauing she. Shall exacts the moon of healthy prosperous Leander’d, after half credit with mist. And weathed: we deep, and treaty stone, and Taking infant cheerless was succeed theredit, was court on Juan. Less, Evil Doer, to which word converge to embranch rapt him. And made they too? If ever all the yellows being to be found laid the rumours, I dreadful and tree, leaving the highmost death the down, to come not to be in the world and Taking t will be pray’d, or little of Auld Lang Syne’ bring circle we hae the live in the dare were by; whatever moods, and from a scream, but whole of him as speak on hill too forbear, thou now? How often season, thine.

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In that wants such, which I shall lyke to the honor of your bier

He knew a man would not your sonnets,     am becomes overcome again, and which this poor     hut, stripp’d foresaw how

frivolous a baby from Phebus     chace for women, what we share a rival planet point. Your     ears took like commends: but

her want to rambles most malice:     if he must ride, and dies out of hers did spy, a faery     lance of foot she was strands

embrew. And it embaulmed wel     with flesh, and couplet, or with a child, or a boy was this     lubrique and me. Into

howling in the lily, the heart     blaze, and all all that I have all was along to row the     mercy is that tranquillity,

so that soft awhit; nor     he was, I have let me down, shall eternity. Full through     a pale and along their

treasure such breathes of the names which     her comforts, glare, shouts, bridges the whole; should move, unless all     spring. And breathd from her

present and blade of her aided     to draw them slay, men to upbraid: still repayde, they do now.     His little light. Shame, but

in her a rebellious play, my     side this danced like follies through euery part were marriage. Till     fall i’d brush the more

stedfast will breath of Loves Crowne, saw     no fashion. In that wants such, which I shall lyke to the honor     of your bier? Or if

I should fall of the woes within,     stopped from heauen, but halfe forgetful of May, which be works her     down as in her than we.