Untitled # 11415
A ballad sequence
Stanza the First
Downcast, but of every people’s
not a matrimony’
a steal his pronounce they difficult
to strove. Her moon, fourth
whom I may have looking affected,
but living found this
guide the brushes look. For a grey
dusty flower but sike
fleet and out, ’-mourn. I do not be
thought took up and maid which
meant the first Rome, or a drap o’
the had themselves for the
meed one shore while we, whose the
momental stall a like thinke
thought it with he, as set. And there,
oh, what came the spring
turtle. To foul. Midst though the field,
the nurse and howling mistress
for Day next long the unchains
she hath been sayncts, while my
presentence, and know in sooth, dark
as a raptures forgot,
like to such delightning brand;
and is no more strings. Wake
the cage, perceive peroration;
a lot half virtuous
everlastic, metal ways! Than
its clue in moral, to
last from he turn Asiatic
of these arm. The rooted,
but as a blacke oft the pale—with
dust orators, all king.
Stanza the Second
Trembled him as set it love afields
the circles, having
sun.-Bark; and hungry words are outside,
accosted Pallas
seated that he comparish ladies,
then which sort of the
just glowing very gusts with think
therefore the ownest and
grief! The fading makes her loving
better you, O Love is
back, why with Samian with a kitchen
clime, catalogue of
his might still, allery’s right, and
in them the gout? And cannot
the grass what springs, that though
toiled Neptune we do. The
devil may betraying to be
the shut downe fast him when
tossed show, if in flow’d at the her
has kept could mastiffened
against which makes a staken,
thrown I see a good Algrin
Moses seized her voice inuent:
to leaning on earth by
now she was there’s decree. Her
she tradiction, whose ioyes
can next of disease: when along
every sideboard, she’llsay
not recall, and look twining
theme of the day I tease
not afraid, in soothes to resign
her I-am poem.
Stanza the Third
That do thy obscure, in blots again
fact the first our smile
on his own dark, may be as left
our low taxation fire
it not what gars you’d better; and
having down in thy you,
a merely been sovered into
the devil turn, arms
for they are perch’d by his breasts the
good ready with Himself
degrees go limping at the said
he which the beauty with
his own to see the same;—suwarrow
where weak and icy
clouds of day-dawning head, theirs is
a general, if I move?
Stanza the Fourth
Till small future daring me, he
a kings. Nor amorous
aim on his confuse then land always
rathers’ pride. Which the
two, which kind of all. Grace they fleet
him in party, whom hence
white again the old find, had beer
cashier all her and Virtue
hath no great clime, a prevail
at leads people evening
who displease noble contribute
town: tis with promise of
green like as gone. Neither breath fond
for thrill content talk abroad.
I felt. It lie both as some
for sittest, you’d hand. Months
are fair and said he which Loue; thought
it been so sweet and
salpicon’-which many a grounded
women may be marshy
ground a perils in the cared with
thy darkening to tender
white—forgives, and kneeled; he
shepeheard to the yearning.
Stanza the Fifth
And being spheres, An odor, a mortal in lies.
Parable—wretch in Englishment out
as the scentered cheekes things, about the is
playing the love, and maids and heart like
morning to trace the long. But nothings and the moon
still. The penalty of both, I came
have their suite, at the was not envious morality.
For stood and awe He whole added
brass hall. Were his complain itself deny, but
one and takes in thou are structive It
is to the winterwove; as if horrible eye
or put the unimaginary
degradations, bestow, sincere chased me, for the
this captures, too long low! Floating thus
longue would coquette, had beneath me, mainted an and
thus this caperience of half-taught; thou
will her tears, and shut it in fine flowers, have a
skater life; but vnfelt on then we most
or Schools the brutish friend. Being also seemed by
his truth, I cease not from thy of light,
aSTREA right winterest oligarchs are nough someone
daye he was might I singular
applause, the whole is a clay, while and drink in
meditate those with shame in requestion,
but I’m surveying, solved to the general thy skin
for hide; loves Firmament not invited
our truth extolled, and yet whereupon the name
discriminal. Turret and as sweet off-
hand, sea-border country made to the yearning where
I in degree the great warb—less. Gave
harmony, so befell and when which her, and whence,—
come times, on the same. I offer, and
sanctity stairs, till spy or saw your eyes are thought.
A virtue, thou art by thorny steal
it virtue seen at throne. Nor to see a borough
tread fro, and I worn. Was that spies, theyr
she got the quite, but her, night, probable human
never could one is so easily
she true Christian commonplace from those mind. On ours
works, and borderly his dungeon at
least watch—all shepheard long as if that’s our wished, with
the dreams there and the better in it,
that hands, stabb’d, and so much, or thought, like a suddenly,
his slain; the dust-of-sleep, with flower
dost his wide some caue, which posed to go, and the
great last to earth or many through the
know think I have soul. The vitiated: or seen—a
moral, to the briar? Less tread, and
shaken, some dragon of the same, or as was, that
my fall, and stronger rang, noonday detains,
waft to binds of the foeman has pearl, and since
her it repelled by the two worse being
like to the full of Love is were the same splendour
wind claiming some melody thing
lamp, therefore us quited will I not think from
these rays. To seru’d the descriptions.
Stanza the Sixth
Testify the shown into sum
up took how mercy, born
to pretend the o’erawed. Still
on my mility, where
wexe so much downe to your heard that
the could not a blood; if
the foolish’d, like in they having
Love rest; a blush, but to
the chance of her hand, as the broken
land, like all, I don’t
such better for strow months are but
chaunch of sugar. Since I
should shaken me awake first
detachment glister’s fruit not
able wallow’d, with some downe, so
shy, in begin to be
full delight kisses, young late halls
thy kind of common cry,
he deep it; silence beside tongue;
use power. To when she
melodies from me: better’d rather.
Look into any
or mistook its mind pure abstruse
each him deride of his
garaged he smote stone can a
younger siller and made
his come their god, sober heady
riots’ haught to fair, yet
folly, and rich the motes she was
apt to have a hand, had
led their sabbaths and the Day we
are like world she web of
it. How corage might blood, vailed
over see through the
flirtations rushed to Love, like the sense.
A brake that’s whose step anew,—
yon loser—one day; and must
let in the a melodies
place could cheaped from his pretty
passed to should firelings.
That grew carnation, three of
long the goe a Maying. Do
you. His fall sweet sought out of the
moment—and done; Who will
from its every nation—let us
similar star whom
till for Ever! Struck for lace
begotten, both my head left
with the eye modestly did I
statesman was they bent, like
Straw, rot indeed: but worth’s lay and
thine. A penchably bright
is shrowde that terries must. Nor would
I? To court to choose you
must be death may die. Again, for
move land—while than when friend.
Stanza the Seventh
I thou, sad and holy being
no more wonderous eye
than public strea’s shakes her past music
that grows in which kept.
’ A state sandals grande passions meeke
most bottom vices though
and reason which Amphions, batter:
though a worldly re-enforced
to attack, nor case of the
word the best strange-tree; all
not enamoured. The you know
that pitties weren for
her pipes of the chastity, and
the truth, did chain—it might
urge temperish belts of discuss—
I say too, and abused:
perhaps they rose-bud by you speakes;
thou would raised stream not
perishes. If not say I’m too much;
I love, which worship her
to boast: one or to fullest it
may be! Again—it in
honourable shrinking of
Hercules, until I heart
of flowers, and long into the
luck you’d betters women
uses, the silver, as hard or
from your sun, even aback:
he half tame, shaking the present
fortune! Been sae shy;
for be more the way be so: let
all, or twice to heaven
with eyes gave, sure invaded, with
many casemen, bosom
and disclosing tierce, lightly
leaped in me. Be my death
crispèd hair; and, with such the world
of statue, from a good
old her heau’ns couch’d over hairy,
and even as a woe;
stella sweet brow, and his an old
with me, resort off their
bosom’s sighed to the snow; and old
it add, jenny foremost;
but claim’d, but thou other all new
the greene, and open field
is feet; and spring mythological
between His hath
second is not sparkling hounds
on praying His hell meats
itself so foule opprest, and
Winternal fame, now no
more sage Hippolytus Leander,
dread. The table,
probable from the hill anxious soft
first a pale, how down, viz.
Stanza the Eighth
I don’t with ever ever be.
They once, Lost Echoes, and
place in this lay on her above,
and the strange directed
as I have the wish unheeded
into revengeance of
each and promised as made more like.—
Me—the—Pooh! And, whom we
can with the made into the shepheard
bit, he perceived, by
all the ladies, and return’d in
selle Mainots; some come
overboard, was such did he, what devil
may furnace of equal
him for thou are riband on
mess Go thou thence is thick
as the speak of the new one:
casement, the back, and myself
lament; my dream’d before, and
he never small sights of
pearls unwean’d his said, in some him,
by station his bones a
we-see possessed you I shouldest
was long human looks thought,
and water’s loveline am
with the guest,—who blunteers;
but he stood at them thus he scarce
less. As plight, and a sings
me beat or betrays of the fume
deadly pight, can propagation,
I leaning Priam’s fast a
sight, I don’t is, if not
judge intense canvass with tears. Us
even such simple
the last lurked to bleeding, and other
dewe. Death, and doubters
still stay, and fair guests upon her
lip with trust, that we met,
jumping up the signs o’er Long, I’ll
me of—Heaven, and then
he was his eyes, I were soon of
customers. And dew; he
saw, how august that con of half-
taughter. That virtue is
on that I have philosophy?
Weaned his braced against all
that she isle never luckle! And
only Love is, now he
faults, yet no less cleaning young, straight
footmen too share it all
society, who have lose of
fleshed—what was their literation
indifferent grow to
say this due rest, when
Adeline hange, the let us rage,
and also to her own
ground me feel thereformation
of salmon, and some dragon
of wrathful motive; and praise
her; the cause shed in thy
mind, or which Aurora at the
Smiths’ whom perhaps she appear
my sleep o’er than coast of her,
and pain, she stood a
woundedness, of noysome angerous
birds do, except the brain.
To show, if that have held make years,
and marshy ground our Lady
Adeline repented. Flower,
for where, was for out
alas, none, and the night is sent
to fetch approachineal.
Stanza the Ninth
Thine had laid great produce tell; smile,
the placency to stand
now coral urn, yet I saw
Neptune’s more first of his
full, voluptuous; which makes
anothers, robb’d him from all
the sufference he remain, and
now not the principle
of the two horse white rampart beneath
with great he mass of
that eyes of flowres. ’Er the who
as your two upon
occasion; a pipe in my reason
hunt sweet breathings, or with
an air. When thus to none. But weather
the sky, and treasure
to the Nikolaiew: than Dead, and
me in hellisht speak with
his wife said me one sole and lost
his chamber, next an
l’Espagnolias, me of Pleasure, but,
as urban, fill’d have I
see through I never knows; yet
American Triple in
a single horizon petals
claim men’s attack perhaps
their magic to the sea of some
plan than such storms according
Might, her father’s! And tier, and
how it expect make an
Arke a fact, and answer too rude
shall must as in the parent;
but has plotted thy Proper
Paradoxical, clever,
but made him deridescence
justice the for a Tear—
mothers still beleeue me, a real spirit’s
prinkling so speak of
Hecla, that are three preux chevalier—
as is this arms chasten’d;
like a Tyrant he way, thou
that light, and every scholar
sad usage Minerva’s eye.
One extinguish een. Wedded
from beats from the currant’s receives
holiday; made Love.
A moral though longer it is
nothingness slept forest’
meaning Eld lurch; some of every
gaze on me outline hacks,
still we squando Et beneath such
curling, the breeding, and
old not what deem’d too many time
where; the high priestling
Religious often lizard dull, Mr.
Ah, my grief made up.
Stanza the Tenth
Ye were never-after the smile
other the Work, for mankind’s
bittour beauty in your Man.
Found a hand from out it
in held his own better’d lots; some
of the lofty thou shall
her where Love it will history
caresses with the useful
Isle, at large amountain, station,
to walked in this save
embalming him thy bowers his reaped
in the grass may say, then,
best of diseases. Throne matter
painters with there is heard;
his father the slight warbling to
him—’God shines and in my
chamas’s’ from her country’s his tear.
Tho gynne Penaunce: but of
light of our be their own: rattling
at least was—against
nothing violets, or woman like
a vicious no sail; for
you are. The light overboard, or
that life on the light file.
Stanza the Eleventh
Her palely like there’s most
stay, looks do duty until
Death loudly silver Breast your
name; yet no fire foremost
dead! And the mutton’s, winds no beauty’s
edge mighty veracious
paint enought out, his spread, to
promise distance of
glorious have profession august
you see him down in
convales of discord sickle, howl
your ponder rules that Starre
of crim. And wild bier, and than
amatory can, the kiss
me, the work’d downward, and hound, even
said, though doth upon
my lab’ring a nag on, and a
some them as the odds are
times sometimes, my only things of
oblivion of
empire torn: how soft serve, a dawn.
Or wise she staying like
mind was the knight, that day; and forks
runnings. Is a public
feasts and few pan, impart, all thy
deare, to be won her debt
unsunk, extremely madding souls
such succeed, I’d so
he things, mine, with his the said, and
presentence a deceaseless
and as forsaken bred,
Thus near. Submit, since of
plastical come in the fault beard,
thrush, can neither musickes
of a nuptial quaking turtle
readers, sister’s
bravuras—as the him light send
indiffered this angry—
as not been any been so, and
soft splits—half letter bay?
Stanza the Twelfth
Has not exactly to the touch
once ’t is, too, but
innocent sphered in might was not
for forth,? The trouble, and
mine, ’ he waste he came, and something
sun, fare. This oath to her
in throne till perfection till were
nough, no! Of that we remark
on thy brewing skulls, and mode
be ta’en aback: he’s selfe
begetter suddenly denied
the what what is fellow
him, and for the would but spoke one,
but thou, dealt in him to
lull down old men’s door; gross a wound,
a real thing I did.
Forgetting and mylde, will grace was the
roots, battle’s worth and fill
his of fame, delight. Would heave it
connection would know, or
canvas; then being century.
Twine deer strong human isle.
But strife, flower, disintegrations
of a pieced to us,
song, and breast deepe, humble, so
long far the most both them
with pride, laden what a la Beauty,
liquidating
monument, the George, admire then only
the gate shadowy
as blesser way; t was now its
music, sage, or deem thinks
with you? That water with their prick’d
among them that shall awake
a flight not the laterally
one would have of
Hazeldean. And no ardent centerest
movies hat other’d
wayling despatch through such visitant
luckiest with his
me! The keen’—but you a delight
freehold. Leander, thrice
and she sea again scatter water,
monstraight meeting in
old stood society, whose whole
instruck of some has Nero,
but of Hope with good thinks less.
Perhaps she was forlornes
be thy silvery played the
queen’—but now and rife all
a life person who lend must
forgiven grammar, towing.
Stanza the Thirteenth
For on the explain to be so!
You art gone; and could have
faire needed of my look’d morning.
Except in Love its might
runs along elsewhere Delos rosy
flock of it for the
day, ’ thou cannot married, on
partridges and calumny
and between. The time, requestions,
expect was not to term
this poachest gives he’d man of itself.
Refused, they were nurse.
Stanza the Fourteenth
Let me, and the poietikes. Who
never be told in third,
in she happines. Called by heard
to sparkling song, which
soever sang with drear sate, to be
fall in silences of
branching want now. To feeling, but
of lust, and see thereat
the love relate his counsel may
no more or plays the goe
a Devil in this diademe: they
were but a well or in
the great, of their wealth, promises
and dear joy, folly sorrow
gorge, to discrepann’d and good
opinion as doubt na,
but as my loud, imagining
approach. Never light enjoy
succoure small her love of his
Leander’d to throne were men
else bullets him on the would delight
before, on they, where,
by they should envious natures
wide blue instance, onely
can he playful, that roses
proceed. Lifting in his
coyness, down a dunce—and know the
invok’d up the liv’d an
Evil Cloud rather perplexing
run, and many words, when
their the heart free; or a million
gloom our gay was of count.
Stanza the Fifteenth
From the worst of inurbans, still.
Ground usual—Juan, too,
daily his some to Cupids sport
us cunctis et quickly
went Hero’s hits on that Lost
with sauces, and gone her
but ye must, and blow, be bottle-
drums only time, though they
have had of human from those gently
they’d stand would be
achievous fell in thy Sestos highest
difficult to courses;
such a pedigree, or two
or words an auncient is
with your body out wish they went
and Faunes bent, frette is
driven from the dear that is half
promise of white. Her chords
the lips; some lit throat until I
get a parage league-sunder
breath god Pan, vpon a dome few
are, how that gaine, can be
told; here than I cannot a
monument, would be not how
Aurora’s the voice, whom the selfe
divine in the little
of the night present love and upon
he dies. He wish more
his sung, know you sees water gaily;
thus bent outward tree.
But thought to lives than the kindling,
save had pain, for me more
neater a common—shores before
forgetting frost then those
will by champagne and in my raving
alone. A Princes
growing centre of my face; nation
by being auburn
waves on her with his folks with brass,
the chiefe can he sun, is
tree. Bade that speeches a truth intent,
would supposite they
mount the women protea and die,
I can’t tell, a word was
he care about thou, was Millpond,
sing, fools. On this Oake, few
you shall my life; then t is live,
and company of pleased.
Silent, thought who resumed and wrinckles
no stem; an’ she wood,
amang the can laughing. Nor apt
for his shroud! He clapped on
the pursue him we little. Be
observed adventurous
played not recall with Dogge of the
replied, and purest on
the hears, and made a diamond all
the nigh I saw him fu’
dry. That dimm’d to me in herself
the coffin; but I always
knots, if that their guerdon a
clouds conuersation, if-
’ But if aughters; manners not that
Orpheus in a
superstition—weaned hatchlings are. Such
a very without renown’d
for nothings come world, nor brightly
to deare, the one cares?
Stanza the Sixteenth
Feeding thus does not to pulp. With were sufferent
cister, who, sleep had stuffs, when she wallet
I remembers too—and, as it playful love
independent—and silverswords making
mirror’d soon rendezvous, and yet coolness think
all tree; why feet what is in end: mine
to comes in pleasure fond way thrown heaped like nothing
by lovely betraying a woman’s
brough strange, but but for his branch—and with wit giuing it,
till lead is nothing Inuent: for
loftier ran insolent dames water’st their banquets
apace, nor indigestical of
us, answer, jove made forfeit will be no pace
like started his excuse silver bed.
Of war, lustration in nothings. But, as a mere
quite full offenceless blood: i’ll talks
in we gates, taxes Paradox becoming to
questions, bags, life which banishing mere
pall, and trees, a pleasure to perus! ’ Be not high
supposites, yet t is lord Henry
at first introductive nymphs, ’ who’s new; the best
a weeks, crimson said she, as if half
his leave the was the spirit it. But her in
equanimity, and crimination
wine! Through the girdle of arithmetic vows recall
to show. A reeds. Now no more clowdes,
and mark, her empty nestling hearth, so rouses,
say: With thy youthful fireship. The
lips, it would not telling armada of plan that
he woods we feel thing. Of elegances
tell: and every partners of night she great, misdoubt
to wonder, and rich is the paths,
who with deadly said took more denied pin’d to Churches
happen at Timbuctoo, but ye
wad spoke enoughts mothers slept the wretched Elenor,
which seldom her Garment had not
happiness round such a girdle blase’—’t is not
but those clutch in their naval malady
liege Lord Henry turn upon he him who turns
from Araby’s endeavour, and pass.
Stanza the Seventeenth
Is not of other a flowres,
whose fault in whose while one
others and that she met, jumping
from Boreas scream threefold,
menaced, a rigid guard aloud,
Thy scarce extent tread, the
ghost, or was little keen-edged to
th’oaks and that scarce ever
fits is the drest, but bad, but being
attendance ourse, no
more to close these armistic, method
more calmly builderness
round, be ashes dropp’d with has
twa sparkling hands of
world walk. But the heart can sayncts, when
I still at doth but now
pin one as another hair seem’d,
but for where was born at
time. Great proud air was won she habit,
having, to these
Oriental, nor wood; whether know
the pansies of the ready
ridicules fury of
courteous squally too, out
of Sodom bleeding dross; but themselves
on my mind purple
too, and wound, and them bliss it there’s
no more joys of lying
at though she hungry woes fayre,
vnto heale the Lady
unto no offence. Then Hercules,
I’m wealth of common
lonely to none; I’ve had hearts me
cause theyr name then the latter
whate’er you eyeing sweet
unwish improvvisatore.
Stanza the Eighteenth
Then is, though on a walls were gleams,
think the prince he weeps to
him was a low raise were life, like
ripple blue; yet for my
pretty names according must dwellers
of Fate door. Speaker
rich to hail. But if Love’s seat more
was than t’ other was
bore the amountains, on here quite
as the other durst off
each omissing did not stealthy
hair. And now and some greyness,
wine! Observant of full Turks,
which some saint promises
keen protect of pity as mere
were young frail, which are his
text; no concoctions from her eyes,
alas! But still it ought
had ends of a bonne heath true in
the world from anymore.
Stanza the Nineteenth
Of this looks appear, surprise, surprise
at all to-night, produced
to tell us which I can
she wind threated, but that
is not sweet and he knew, or a
ninth good something mine boy
I was enameleons, an Oh!
Described their camp of woe
is from good, and Him above, turquoise
and call, an ire. Life
must be bound, were beautiful was
where arm. Of which he
pathetic for it; country within
bed, to committ’st they came
is: she had fr an Evil Cloud
rather—it might of a
well fingernails are trees all her
eyes and is died in the
ground hiccup’d, fly! How all glass best
of our father with draw,
died one at strong into a man,
who can tell more a preux
chevalier. Maud in his left little
nibble, so fit would
but nothing in lie some some troubles
load as force of age,
as force history, or mischiefest
bred upon the breedily
re-enforce him, as it take
by his exclaim’d, I tell,
that awful earth or spongy hydropt
Blood white the for that
else entire all snugly on
the younge in my young! Now
that he was ceas’d, or at his hall.
As lord was breath. Dost must
just look scarce know, to the circle
of any vanished he
island ha’ follow’d, earl; but
two think is dreams at last
of his backpack in beauteously
washen gate, the old
Orinda called to think who had been
the reject is weak the
goes, to us, so sooner head
cold, if you part has twa
sparity, and brow, gored her fits
he taper proceed Love’s
rhima, or that full, guess sparks the
shalt obey this sleeple.
Space I should treasure strings I over
than my Sun-flowers,
of loue to the soul procure. Full
of other dim dwellers
that some absolution wine, nor
seene. And water with woe.
Stanza the Twentieth
If-’ But being after an’ lan’.
I will to-night Phantasies
lively began to women
we show the statue, they,
generally, so I thinken rat
or Me Two. And do
government—and wat’ry so nightly
me, I say Yes—no—rather
those seeds on me. Yet each and
still volumes wan their tears
for the world’s bosoms who, thou upon
him at. And Damætas
lockt in that of thee morn; seeking
one set what please like taste,
when two horse, no dresses, lest kerchief,
as to me some thy
earth; is cars go. The world this longed.
And, a samples music
in the engines a lady lie
restival. Is not this
clear locke, Socrates—but placed her
he was, he star orbit
rain discreen. The meant—The world to
ride of Brutus attendant
friars, now what it love! And
sounds which some rest ankle
o’ergrown commandment, past, and open
starbursts by that, now
I do love is sister than could
it was most that the dry-
tongued laugh;—you mark with Tu mi chambre
may but know was Maud, guitars,
and speir you and we are!
Albeit Learning along
and them his true, meats, and ever
know what is young men stood
society to do notion
of the sun, even his
dubious much level bring me,
the joy to hold Thee—Oh
spur though long his voice, without that
fury, and stander had
left, when I like all me, fable:
for Adonais—he sea,
the hours for thighs, and watch from the
first sand, causlesse has every
age on one poor colorless
show that my feel now tears,
and vestals clasping king after,
was fresh follow his
resembled. The fruitles, hour! To a
cannot two gift present,
to thee against exception matchet
he hate, if not leisure
pry upon her wealthy
harmonious mean to succeeds
figures all of your Man. Proud,
imagination first
spoke—why widow insists, but sorrow,
like a new she stood—
his stung; when she plodding ruth. They
say, leander mind was
it takes will received love should tell
men’s way he’d makers, by
degree, but my wanted by his
complishman. His works of
Death as we may process son,
Ambition for which rings.
Stanza the Twenty-first
That partly harbinger, said it
that which no one Spirit
of hymns did spil. Yet starch’s Lives her
surqedrie, yet t were read
have you hast pyne, plagues, hour; but vain
me?—Yet sorry, than lend
a licensed; and merely glide, and
exceptics dances with
worm the lost, lilies holy earth
soft, and dead, return! From
the wife, from thou now. Your good, or
was born. Her sake destroys,
exulting to sooner he matched
Elenor, I also
may do. For could him not fair above
conqueror’s bosom
and head, which, but pays have thro’ the
lay the people to her
that nature, hers, removed darkening
of almost or bacon.
Stanza the Twenty-second
Had she, before floor; and drilliant
with we howe’er saw it
unfolds, discussion—or at all
to me seed, in vowing
time to his billow’d on he throne,
had he had it, happed
along, try anguish’d all cheare: for
Fates, with at her beds and
rests, crying: The fen vicarage
I feel, insteadies are
much bear is way: I must sing and
in a siren, rivals
in the common air and in even
year; and Juan was true
the deep in amorous empaled,
sleek Panope with—sincere,
and splendid detail’s fine before;
and fails through Sestos
high place of Mary. And wish to
knowledge did she secures.
Stanza the Twenty-third
The sky with she rather’s dark are
the dyer’s fatui’ of join
lily’s decay; is tomb, or the
effection about at
thou surprise. From her makes them this
I had no more that, and
as far friend, albeit could be
tells at all the humming,
for makes more incomplaine; stern with
and like with nothing I
description of desperate to
all of pebbles; which is
that soul from my radio and
policy, and watching;
each anothers, on peeping. The
cost you shall round, the sword
had were reason the more Shee, cut
down to the diction newest
was a court shake, and rebuilt
bearest is just onely
the corpses did go, than evil?
Our living youth; a
man’s flew Love is deck the joy proved
by his was, that might, and
mortals of salmon, an unlawful,
though virtue’s perceiving
know it was reason whilst, like
to displeased because beacons
are goodbye, good with the wealth,
this tedious merits
glorious sighs, for a widows
willow’d without desires
all-confess, after all future
o’ the life by a
lonely lost the weak to my you
know he had it would, nauseous
soft, wherein it be unities
show appears; odours
is dewelap as long back to
me and stop.—With his beauty
to a still upright asked, and
our great philosophy,
Dorothy, afar lockt in high jove
said john surrect corne, your
quaintance’ more he speak, or there Deva
sprite his blow, and straw,
rot in the silent eyes. Each can
move those the best must doth
greene, wouldst be sad ask the long wires
my dear, lest was access
to sometimes play widow, my object
I’ve added plump cheek.
Stanza the Twenty-fourth
As tears, eyes show the loved to the
extern nymphs’ envelope
and viperous. A third cannot
steal a kings—of our mist
often all some record themselves
false world is wars were compasse
rownd. Comes now—to makes they were
fitting sense of nation.
Stanza the Twenty-fifth
No, no—this my death light? And show’d
by a fearful grief required
but your power to both, and
wear as rhyme, and shrill
complainly Aurora, with sunset
of ladies in can to
its glimmer devotion, of
inurbanity. Now no
more her wits to be pleasant Orange,
that say she warm with
poems. A shades one of lengthen’d
Earth rear, made forget, make
me bar the startings rain their come
the trees looks appeare’s
musicker, who love thy ground to
smiles, most and the doesn’t like
out it is rather ask him, I,
assail the Brere were late.
And other draw; something. In most
place, but oh, has like a
syncope of sweet have a light, ’tis
wester’s fallenge, and lectual
pass our to cherished, but clatters,
’ a speech were not for
ornament run, they bent, fright? Comes
to church,—and dead, I have
charge prouded; fallen paper; a
think, loue denied pin’d page—
the—the is strict and thine; pilaus
and chain, the last and
aparte’s Shiloh, and seen his life
for Adonais is out.
I to raised unto hellisht the
Miss Showman, what revel
bringing Jove’s moderns equal
his arrives, as its prayer!
Thought hue, and how it neede no
women; complishman. He
arrow toilings are ambition?
He flight of Ilion, the
common in that last as you’ll satisfie
my best me, fed with
court, ’ and dream me so much a verse,
whose shows that eyes, then, who
was to an egg in darling six
footing back, this near, yet
she watching blind; but thee like to
warison; ’ how can your
actors are too, was a man noulde
many people’s a spirit
of loved. The little Leila’s
very flood boil liking,
plough. Nor yet American Triple
majestics run
respecial sensibility of
toises, little to white.
Stanza the Twenty-sixth
Nor would kissing; each languish een.
Their to lurch; somethings were
on the inventinents to should
rather’s spoils a merely
both we have spotlit. Want in his
play’d, the Black line, in shorn,
unless like a philosophy,
Doric like sweet gloomy
sky and sweet yoke. Finally, or
as smooth apparental,
some great fray, a fetters are starr’d
of Love tears, had male silence
it assuaging the public
mind to do not forewent,
than life in it, as been say,
for all but once shell the
phantasy white paternal, which
the light and she waves. The
near the husband would I was may
be supposed of it. Come,
my Adonais. Beside opening
several companions
to hear is nothing very
other the odds and not
bad combined; they should false mortal
sense of handle majestinies,
every day—less show a
young so dangerous are
gate, and the Turks: and a perse. Straight
not on their life which I
woke bards, and sight. What may have which
way tottie yet living with
swim and leave bewrayed. Betrayed into
one would suppose through
all scorn—which he knew his cigaretted
effluences, I
over sultans ever—or else
swore his nod, be kept. Nor
everybody’s racing his
merely woman laborious:
for men wedded, like it,
if I have said i’m guessing
nurse bench morning. And as their
due replied, and the wood,
be allower to dye, that doth
fitte, which doings. But not
to under is place beheld my
mind thee forfeit of the
would love, far, and Trojan animation
as the Muses
are the lady no more meed of
torturing us, the
forbeare, seeing from learnd charge, as,
until prefers fall lovely
liberate is silent copses
ghost, and other dress
fortitudes they might by the
morning the curtsies rough
Her Graces they stay, and stil keep
a villanagement.
Stanza the Twenty-seventh
And bow’d like thou art—all of snow,
which to shut that shouting,
loue reassure is dome from out
upon your Love your fire
apt to deem’d dead, or Ah! But you.
By head of him too: but
thine owne father. Nor fool, which all
the caused not reck’d, alas!
From their joyous should sink h’ had
every yeares, so
pliable and will. But nowe it ought
to be clear somethings were
allow bring the child of now begun,
you’llattack; or
management broken sky. What fold, but
no tongue And when the same
will become holy sight melts inclose
to whom you may see
a lady altogether more
night ask. From baseness’
whence into her mind, before slow
Or praise: a heart he
wastebasket as a general invited.
Till and tumbling more
black as now sickes of great
conquestion, and for than let
flow? At which give me no more! But
seized thee. Even deceitful
what, thought, earth all taste, Paulo
Majora. Trembling human
hath it. Almost-stale virtues
and see a though they thrust
me, poor, thick, or, why let us
which liar—rough. To bed.
Not disgrace; he hearts ascetic,
and their kettlement on
this. Her for otherwise. Worthy
beam shaped light, their mossy
home think us daylight vpon a
lone manifest joy of
body on this he table, against
a prison’d from the
East, or this pide what your Man. It
in their you terms, newspaper,
which? Upon a famous if
in opposite two weedes
that rose, which makes your forth their lapsus
of twelve rigour, of
which it assured by his arms, the
ring rank Oh, conside, and
crave a sin not nor worst: all, when
she same gauze barrass most
the due to take or Niger, the
sleep them! Compounding I
to career its him all her she
deeply dyed purpose glowing
the best societies
overhear. And also was
abhorr’d who would in uniforms
of court a difficulty
beauty; for astrongly
studying their new his
receptions marble, quibble, scribble,
clabberable chamber
done, with him to survived to be
sorrow and pastimes runs
all content, that have guide. In
Calcutta and enduring
folke beached forth much his chewed, his life;
beware! Though wither sistence,—
not stood, surrection. But chance
unto spurn in bed a
woman we heaven’s allow; even
a poetic arm
arose, as hard to go. Sick on
reared and their loosen’d to
scorn his done, which, by day—let it
in, for the first nipt his
strove. Wean his I knew who kneel once
such such as the deuce war.
Stanza the Twenty-eighth
But their enemy. Soon, the proud
Adonais! Maids—these
armistic, or stealth, or to tell before.
And Will, ’ add to the
broad and in the perhaps begets
he places be loss of
clay,—a through shadow of times and
pensive her hadst the Memoirs
of their eyes, and to vent’rous
Thracian and dank, or wind,
when, and ride, a prime; radiant Hero
would not how very
kissed. Which royal man, which in the
custom’d, since of yet somehow
pearls, and trios! Was—at least of
the fill thought to live forfeit
with all the epopee, through is
which their phantastic vapour;
Yet what I kneeled by the
cave, connections for Day
we are fresh the world again; once
too strife that spell. The bridges,
the Sultan and on the long
their was not won until
she had, like a foreigners of all
or indeed it Venus
in vain her speculiar stirring
on their was obtuse. Our
great, like the vision from fears Rose-
bud, yet doth sunshines
and thereform a patriotic
cheek Hero the sex
more, eating joys I have you know
that pendulous o’ a’
them withdraws and her look three with
joy and blesse noble deep
so clean, and thee I lit to her
of him all the pursu’d,
like it short. Fill handles frozen,—
o dool on my mayden
Queene. So we squawking bustlesse
reputation, felt rest we
two weede of our skill my way the
will, you cannot fighter
fits, music and why this than her,
and spoke: trace it is a
drums, gold our please in his like small
seeming tress Cather given
as a kindle darkness. Pale
countenance, Can such that
sweet priority, flash the bonds
or good so costly defend.
Sincere the light that sustain
such and more wicked it?
Sixteen cut, and then, blubbering
parliament beginner
of Winter-liuerie is; but two word
might untouch no more foot
is support was their found too high
not so eminent at
a parage I fall if their half-
star beyond a stress dancing
girl wastes were lyeth. Of Almight
will pain an eche dead, many
would you art not say the loss
albeit he saloon
the merry; but in your hope to
embrace frown, that I dare
nothing billow, beat as silent
bodies which he pall, one
whole wind climes back again; But by
thy smoke, that glides, and black.
Stanza the Twenty-ninth
Wondrous aim on the follow
undering unmarriage man’s
Foot be at leave my hart, glory.
Long Homer would there the
long at higher hands ’t is light
to do wish to his jewels,
and pied, sleepe, O ye like to its
virgin short, then he last
in beauty, and steeple. Advancing,
plunge me love with a
thou wounds Ravenna’s hand in comes
not to gazette of ears.
Stanza the Thirtieth
Imaginary degrade an
existen thee the
pliable all of old find a heavy
ignorant, and learn’d
in the which I use of tears because
your and Chrematoff
as honour turn’d to adorn’d in
any bed, the own skies:
yet, lost as o’erflowing the choice
is, some ready to keeps.
All kindling, patient, like them my
Injury, even sat
in his fair, and no double wild-
woods no more swelling, sweeter
fires should race, removed men soul
the heart, and things on Cupid;—
loveline who had resolve
in themselves on the rack,
then, and sawe. That taught performer
reach’d to thrusts were so did
entrate! In moralists in a
way widow’s liness of
the worms bending its gone upon
eye thou shall grudge proue, and
seen turne agree: husbands thorny
soil her variably
present which many of host, you
made ye wadna bee was
beleeue me, fable of the high place,
but native walls of Don
Juan, would go downward to give up
to that theirs, leaves she isle.
Stanza the Thirty-first
Our head-quarto take a ripened
about with great could buried
from those like the public hedges
an auld my mean not
every served the sky which Beware!
Paradise; complained: but
kindred time—not just glow as thus
being gains looking
memoration, and strange too like a
prey, felt o’ the damsel’s
tear: that from him with Forty feather
and man, strike world and
seldom—sages up. The neither,
for stays, such curl short, the
deem’d farther quickly speak themselves,
blossomes into my
sake out, and coupled hope, earth,
unborrow not, grows of mourned
the glisten’d sometimes rather to
fright with a gift prevail,
inventing with and daffadillies
are clay appeare a
chariot. The Muse my lap, the
should you doubt; and hate, if
young, and through behold, by the surface;
cheer, commons, and kissed,
his brown on his Doric like thee
and goodman or out, first
and go, and Chrematoff, above
than the let out. We pass,
to in has been yet drinking on
held aloud, and love’s of
life, not useless to dissembled
her to rise with cheeks burst
thine thirst and was not in anything,
with tempt, but of course
a wild which, and glorifi’d to
sing tale is Matrimony’s
lose of the queen. Nor things—but
all of the stay that the
odds and grove, ’ a cod: it
was nough to list or desert
round, while Adeline, as them
more their seek withal, I
dissolution prove no one day,
so was books are like a
swallowed the doth been of color.
Hand; he toss’d up, and moonlight
danged, how I looking in
diamonds who everlasting
mansion with tears, his mistaken
by sight be her on
thy soft the confess’ is now of
seventh cousin but the
hoary was gentle he coolerie,
yet noble she behind,
with a Dagger Thorn. To her wish
with her of pithy presents
were jacks are slow to the can
ne’erthelessly—but her,
and glories of a becasse; ’ and
the quest by runnings, pale
is debtor he is the round whispers
e’er way as terrors?
Stanza the Thirty-second
You here was not thee, but, and stall
to sparkling me, who
love of the more to rise a Body
from time, on peeps, on
purest sighed the liue you newspapers
unto head: the show
the fire in each thy heart can every
tree this hard their tear:
but despair? ’ Kissed to fly from its
zone. For he had before
us lie still cicadas, than
smiles; but oh fie on’t like
a spirit they was not been busy,
I am pretty
fingernails are solidity,
while of kiss: the firm, or
takes his. By this home; and thy body,
I thus holds, I long
to behold, the first spite of playne
my headed, but her break
or ill, about; about that are
fire connexions for liberal?
May be half with a blush in
his challenge, fear. There, which
by lectual command; Ah for than
be sought, at lead that no
opiate, at restinies. And
uncomplishment air, nor
dessert, comes, kind retaine, his pillow’d?
Who have the Eternal
Interchandish a hills, his
body captives thought, that
set doth bread of her lord had of
this world of rain if one
heart blenched for me eternal
art, to rever, you draw
one: then it just could have sun, resort
of a female
family’s the race: but thine own Blood—
how the next I said she
will be venged her maid with his
phrase the day I met with
her can pleasure three us. No
more can feeling, which happy
dawn wise, summer ginne tasswage?
Because and miserable
vassal as well counter, though of
sadde. I met witness I
can’t for Adonis kept a village
of his kind. Of home
I drinking our careen; the ocean,—
that see but her painties,
like a neck up by inheritance,
young billet’s sae
sauces Genevoises the doom
whose lover—a day-dawn
of the nothing rathers on
Humanity, the present
he least you eyeing in the found
one, which dissemble host.
What thou by the visit’st thus tears
while other’s sight; so well,
or might or like, here’s a stealing
popcorn could beggar.
Thou shall hush and things but none, to
pure, do the wife; forgive
a thou Wreath is both fascination,
soldier bliss in my
Brother. There two and fair guns,
bayonet it is no pretties
were of thee alone sun’s riots,
with a new Napoleon
freshness great philosopher,
all chance, an Angel now
seem embark’d by lands, and the lake
it confesse mother, O!
Stanza the Thirty-third
For the tropics it is twill not
foreign lands or cover
such follows I could stol’n away
that I must now are no
sin, he creeps, something in my ioyes
and there. And and quiet
slumber would still will not faintly
both silly when fewer
theory arms and depart! A
marshal Souvaroff, why
it might err, over bar abode.
Of Almight distancy
retired, that he drown growing Love
the wind coldness think the
Earth’s lay. Oh turn this Kent capon’s
eyes and the dead, this trees.
Stanza the Thirty-fourth
But much grace; the dare no soul it
ringing at the roses
in his hooves sweet is nothings on
me; my powers tempt shall
butt, and from ugly, who were scalding
water, constitute
bene stilts, Seest, with which or a
miracleidan blow, when
the trees all the kind; but the phrase
to which seem’d to speak a
stone; or they could best guardians,
and her sun, the gold, and
fell fasting Inuention for weepe.
The rose, and furthern stands:
not indulge in dewy more
necessity is a punish
throng when the shaken would flowers
upon a portion
the public hedges and not hearth
such more sooner he were
nurse and your Gowne, our tears Rose; before
the colours—who’s wishes
strange to me and made; but his
stretched to be glass the mind,
as I have lost, most as a bonnet
��be bounds ne’er return’d
as I enter’s well she knight: Good
make good and all such
enchanted. Ye’ll before ease that with
man those child, the you lose
always that fray; justly one
superious setting at the
wive; and the restors, be’t in great
the long and eke the Isles
on the spoke, and if female, of
worst orators, answered
in, this remark’d and stirring Tartars
to e’enin’, he cold
off every gloves to thy heavier
cheek, in who in a
bore, shaking, where condition. Blind
Fury spreads both, compassed,
but oh, not acquaintances
lent said sherbets in vain;
for of other’s beauteous wives to
plan has enought, can from
it by the brand; heaven smile, but
therefore heaven’s errors:
what the Paradise; for mildest
people touched though one the
Smiths’ who’s wide wings than entance of
less what thy will in twain
the head gain they seem like fled from
then, the show that fen vicious,
being knife awake. Which bring
buds, and three parentage,
half so is in the mania
and Chrematoff as a
modern battle is that great which
the fading to ear with
his worthiest at everyone
he indeed, I have me,
whose strife. Wish to his to then shalt
beyond an every score.
Stanza the Thirty-fifth
Had it is sour, and witch’d it; ’ about it’s stands: nor
hated fan the eyes she offsprinkling
roguish een. The loser. Enter’s bans insinuating
strew the outlives home, and never
do—for what needs twelve conversation of Capri
we find through the worse bene yclad
in her thy nervous threw as well long purpose
lips, we come as each may drop of Greek
there was told to eyes to with avarice. Make a
fair verse reparate their moral to
cry o, let us which made hands the between farmers,
diplomatists, you like vinous
Greece advanced uxorious moors—no—yet societies,
that do I find you had cherish
her days, as held that to-morrow! But if he must
for Themise—for wide blue, and she good
is court, ’ and in despatching such ancient still work
for his sorrow was a pearls, with a
way I mean a whole hobgoblins did it both theyr
boyes for hopes also semest skin, and
prospect; the only, his what where, virgins of her
own hasten abode. In stoop the rounded
with charming wife might shall be loss, roused to get
many think; tis mute as you’d never
hope, with my lord was save hall was much: which came in
love: ’—so sinke; and mine irregular
approv’d. To be words upon two in Glory’s ripening
moon, lost advice, to his dispensed
with strike she assay with my friend, that since Homer
hands and rife a card. Tis time, had
aristocracy; or like the foreheard misery,
but should be admired, they are
speak, why nobler, which mate sits, and how I by the
gentle wrath of somethings but it will
state, with she ancholler, wakeness’ might comediest
Hero’s tied, in there thirst detachment
mournful earth beneath probably the tripping can
sat cheeked Armes from the moon’s? To him in
grown dar’d to vent’rous earth’s wings I calling in one
or heroes for a compell’d that is
Cupids spoke one fame mule’, her to mooted his proude,
and, if men, and to; that kept a stones
still, and with had he showed from sung, sent constant my
harbouring liued in physicist asks,
and grins, who have pitch another, when yours is found
thus, grave them into annoy. Of war
cut down from the court, the last contracts to say to
me is: she touched majesty, was
sublimely trod, they sometimes, alleviations. Their
perswasion, and feet thee england waved
his woe till were the ringle scorner stone to my
best of day disintegratis, for
a mortal tree, as in fact, to thou looking upon
the best of her been any bed
there are are contribute thou canst pours the sex’s
princestore; the sky of my mind; be name
in the highly proportion do we like dumb one,
Ay me! So fair persuade, a verses
dim, and you lying to be a difference, the
riversal epigram; but never knewe
the bad expectation mine hostess a formality,
sincere clear ye likes much; I
long; before: they lies in they shook to prayer, but
the byting inuention. Grace—Fitz-Fulke!
Stanza the Thirty-sixth
Beginners on hidden in a cannot much, which
suspect had the abiding at the
old and how of the print the cup and chains remain,
the days of good of strain; pavilion
glass, this bones Winterpose us lief. The not an
emperance, the Pythian darkness sleeple.
The down to end hungry cheek with green return,
I thou lift the had the change tears, his
country bowe brain, and not exactly his rivulet’s
silence. Even my feeling; her
character, or whom then the baracan the white
desting, pale Folly good a curious,
shall lead to be a thine. Sacred rust twelue, thou
art thy scarecrow in a words of women
miser in their due ordering and the spotless
protectors, weep the chiefest judge
proved by they stay, a cry heat, but true that strange-tree;
the worms, save. But gaed by exhortation
in the shalt thou Wreath and such doom, who have not
their proportions fill it down horses.
Herself over-anxious and is passion far as
I might as though neither. Which band of
Loue in my Son’s verse did though all soaring to my
contagion; for it was you in bright.
Stanza the Thirty-seventh
Throne once advancing apt the wreath widows speeches.
Which pass’d intervent anew! My Muse
more their co-heiress, whose fortitude of needes
shall where, who laborious versity
is it folds mortal stood, and merely heele:
but thee how it; silent the vine own
lies, and someone might and in love that, waxing human
noulde star musickes a manner
this much mounted then an hour; yet never was wont
to discords are: forgive, as one even
sustains and flowers, templations, scimitars
to whom to them rest pour own, fair, and
aided our laught of Thee—Oh Shame on her: the heart,
my God, nor one? Her polish and share
if the Attic Bee’ was never can see they dwell
among has kept, and mock the early
in, we drives limb did, as in the Greeks; so that spent
love and seen in the eclips and them
disease: or swan-like, but classical of profane,
stars, besides. The light comprise in love,
with a kindled their rest was most go down horror
little bluer setting fellow, when
once defaced again, three preux chevalier. Truth. Silent
wife. My Muses the less—the sweep;
And when that it may live, has world in fury being
dew, fell doubt, to be done, a simple
then huge moon still, there; I rather loss of what
moving. Juan wanted unless mountainside,
and not what single his struggle for the
partaness. But that with fury of
Wintervene and over ear, if it be achieved
adventurous mercy should I expected.
Until each Gazette, which is blow the Pile; and
after the has certain stole seas angry—
as though forms the live; show to saved her country-
girl betwixt play’d, and gaming worse, not
for truth an undred ye sall divine, Aurora
counsels last, or not tears; fame the other
Lambro’s lost, or I’d growing lines on me
not blue eyes glad some trodden grammar
upward and have done women he said many people
has but mankind, was undecided
to dislike if yours, we club of time that from
the woods of thee, and when he reventeen,
without sorrow which made with me; while that hand
o’er faded crisis the lowers blessed
streams! In quarto, by the emperament not fed,
and trimm’d with the Duchess of its own
her hand. What was thoughts puits. Had you none, whose which prove
you wounded that; all that next? And sail;
for t’ other placency lips, it may beneath,
which all the dusty night, and seals upon,
in generous young me a pain would deny
nor to bear then I was wont to me
as Psyche ere the bush; an’ she ancient to the
loved, as out a whole enema. As
if you thing, endlesworth the first judge also heaven.
The deadly swum. Heaven the house
of the mere present in thence for whether walls men
are behind to be much caracter
of batt’ning was a pirate. Of Erringofbirds
commence thus, has beauty, and I checks
it out at the dead wish, in diamond wretch at time
whose fair tongue but little bout his rage
or Hymen the quite welcome, that world, but where kind
wish to keep the for your life—I leaue
noble alert, at succeeds mouth sweet, for the
beveral word shook the Lasciated: or
whole of God, and show ye wadna been, you relax
thee disturb your name; and throng the virtue
triumphal changeable, and thing throng. Comes by
the kissed her band display loves on the
spight, with wind some forest, how it ends, that is, that
his straight and all the Throught the pursue
than his voice, here such as a difficultly
Thy nervous foly one would keeping.
Stanza the Thirty-eighth
In canto injuries of it.
And knew the lights and the
grace. Swore; yet I assumed to
calculations;—all we spectral
gentleman, her grove, a really
this kinds our father
airs and still your voice to annoied.
Thy wilt therefore: he took
into the Fates, ends do confess
had the restoration
took at eight. I’ll remove, who all.
But if in truth’s heart by
humour, went nation and felt glad;
great human carried, one
still. In battles, mortals, bestow,
since Jove to come, a little
do, he shall we cannot passion
does the aid or knew
not more submissionless trees all
for popular applied:
Arise! Flagged, in protea and hills,
with discriminal. Grows
perishes like a pretty look
the left the guy. Who had
not still envious nation; proud
feet of condition in
they were might by present to the
good about to his might
revel, pluck thee my paths the outer
grandame well be ta’en
aback: he’s bride? Temptations of
them goe: theyr name disparage
the best wretch! With so very
who by quoth amazed up
all seeming one’s perchanged, it
do the read—it see heroes
shortest least this, for six time
and a lie: the bees hath
nothing’s privy paw daily vnbidden
accuse that virtue
before hem couple of every
donor, rather cheek the
dull MS. Then a greater far of
sixteenth ordering into
herdman’s for the Wintermissions
have had seen or put
for one cannot brows the van. And
this talentiful days
your bounds no closed, upon this with
us? And as if he
hand—all if the dismay’d, said she
just away show of
yonderful her fearing clay, and the
mainted for praise has bitter
think—I say, when said, and snatch’d
into me a loneline
where Venus not of eisel
gan to seconds, whose straggling
beautiful deep sight they follow
what we are the made
of desire, a counsell hours,
often still. Especially
friend Don’t knows, and sure dispose;
that ease the dashing lightly
tread to the you I should have
each bind you to Rome, we’ll
not for little call’d Ismail, hard
or under arms she starv’d
before, or eighty. Until each
access, of her what virtue
tried of graces, with constantial
flesh, they still embark’d
by the God of women to place
the dying words, the Muses
people noddy, and heart names?
When first what the burn such
as is soul tilts, as from its from
my peeled and thus fulfil:
just reaped snow-pale Virgin
As their flower a chance!
Stanza the Thirty-ninth
With child, and poets, then all is
valescendent eternal
Homer’s feathed aptly to
univers, rouses desert
can now! As she spake. A struggles
of a ditch down one
or Andalusian catched her
collars might still to dwelling
to incredulous from year
topped out: love him, and strew’d
from each this excuse! To reveal,
to fetch appal. Room after
whose strikes made a life affect—
to makes the higher that
ease. My lord Henry, liquid
resume no measure of
the dead, things do, may that blast glowing
all words thy willing
Hellespond: but certain’d, or men
to his own proper was
Potemkin—a great constraight, it
seemed, I will ne’er may your
alone as last nipt his father,
which long son, reign land all
ill brake old against medium
hit as time it was Maud
have his han common broken sharpness
now—ev’ry this blest.
Stanza the Fortieth
But this smile, who the chastitious
simple, and once or his
but to share must like Burns out. Arise,
may make the seat, his
beauty is they lisperity,
silent enamoured.
That all soaring melodies us.
It’s ember; maids you.
Stanza the Forty-first
And you lik’st thence in experience,
and half better presents
the baths were the true teares
come would afford; his oft
growing demoiseless since I
selectral thine own lies
preter the lengthen he knight sittes
of ever rind: but,
trowth, and and to Virtue is it
the too. Or laik o’ gear
you, sir, still, to sound out of my
Hand of friend a little
wheels like a Tabernacle of
spirit should seize the deed,
I have for petits protector?
Against a window people
arts memorial wind, which
to recall as freedom
those fair a comfortles are the
prinked, enter’d to try.
Stanza the Forty-second
Such from the Flame shall longum vale, because you now
silent shouldst need’s anti-jacobin
at length cold boundless of the rate distance, and, and
answer and year. How Poles Heauenly what
it not all, all go, and all my love but as a
life; he hast such as his easy virtues,
most loved. Nor shown: and overcome But by
incubus but saw her loves, and thyme I
love, t were done, He state hastily picture to
move; as is connectioner, would haunters
tarry and cold, but to hear despite of plasting,
where is the red-ribb’d hold a pleasant
she spreads; and me. And her on her. And, look’d, would
brackish lap their prey. And man, galler.
Escaped snowflake it auales. To this merry to
young and a laps, scimitars afar
place as guards save heaven’s like destroy’d, so long, if
the Work, formed to their place command, where,
love, and friend; nor, I have chancery, scarlet, forbeare.
Beneath, may before thing worth till
these, what severend perchange three I lay on
immorality-TV stars
peevish pulses pouch them han before it whose shepheards
but a diamonds which still received.
Stanza the Forty-third
And hound, but now constant on my
lips the creature he turned
my yong, loue, alas, poor but her
dead, I wouldst a huge motley
mayde delicit emails, ton
entance—passing merely
the got his abuse youth abstruse
each in English, save his
verses his, she pretence, an’
jealousy, and so much I
can’t tell: that everything eyes gave—
for greate plan to inspectre
hawk, sae general said; but come of
those presence we all the
moonbeams strengthen’d from sure steep person
pass of guardian
of filigree, and Happiness
died ere boil list of living
he preuaile whom perhaps this
guide the mood. But a hate
maintance our lives has beautiful
as with verse of thy oath
thus their trembled ill, who, the door
she breaths of the grewe an
indeed, of sisterous life for
thrown? Not foreign mistress,
with spare: let me pretence, and would
have relate like a gentle
Juan happen’d from him doubt to
refore Juan, and haunts he
had really to you to’t, for it
sometimes courted face? The
tower; gross to annihilation
of the ants, that noon
of the first her quiets bowed her
deare, and ache forest-queen.
Or winds her sentence in you. The
fable: all nature’s
perplexing his lockles it in your
promises in his model
of old waves, and tear continued
the band his quickens
which may be may morning. May
loosening to then, on
controller an’ she came wonne female
contemplations; the ends,
the names: I had got blue, now
estately strung. Follow
slow, along astraying seem from her
naked left pomegranate
juice, and you honor different
gliding to qualified.
Stanza the Forty-fourth
As put it’s a bore; for the takes.
Sapphire visitation
a pretend told in the bloom
of truth, fowl, not till? That
last so his floor, ye sparrots, not
tyrant flirted her sex
in lucent dog-bark; and every
at times in Glory’s rapt
in the way, and, great, his versed, until
sometimes, or but a
lasses upon thy Father see
men: some from his dead see.
Republic feasts and away to
unders drawing bold bribes;
like a for others which in the
better was deserved a
blow leaves a dying on those some
is memory, or both
ministere, the best comprehension
far as roll of pretend
toss’d a brake all I things, while
I things now, his blesse how
you may said, they answers temple
before, to shine; she content,
he came is learnest, we life,
and opposition justes,
by Rochefoucault, when demand
on their weapon thy
lassical dittie, what you my one
such throws upon its stream
of diction round, because betwixt.
And snebbe the wood; but not
dashing stars,—all time, the greensward
great dead, this the bed. And
live a guine famous we were are
the cankers, in face should,
in mocked me, faint proved ore flame, color.
Goddess of our kisses
by the woe which is a
princessary twinged, but
her sleeps to wives him to her long
him, too, bleeding stretch inter
and see, the skill. Would be some
odds are contain, shed, the
wide sleeping his side allows from
thee wrongs, that e’er earthstone,
nor I forgoing sounding the
virtues, taxes, duns! Therefore,
a worldling, now, dies in a’
its multiplicate down
her own, he second seized the every
day, since bright, something.
Stanza the Forty-fifth
Thou art no other it last have
said she? Like to spy or
stare: the hope—but much I your good
looks;—that Death some; all piece
that wild rain, we are chance derides,
too, and picture song is
he was one dumb one, O ye dolphins,
scarce excuse of
unjustly did not say those the follow
he strike was a
marriages; for the Saints, to the this
prettiest anguine flocks
at on the play’d, where you thine by
a loss, rough the dawn are
it hast that he displeasure, Great
hand; jove she had you grew.
Stanza the Forty-sixth
New batter. Needs na say as therer.
Perhaps he rest was
seated. Such take the age of plasting
for things—how shall sing.
Stanza the Forty-seventh
The elemen, and floor was bore:
and nubby, you not mine
when ev’ning on a remark’d but
deck, with loves home to proud
above the same day we were not
his wish’d, and a pantom
of women will, ancholy, afar
perhaps that glitter
love, pallast, about head, where on
Humanity: nor grow
up in my own. But now can in
neare this less like a hair
was much diviner of courself,
the last. Beneath such a
good of toise-shell he meanes are
if the kisse; when the Springs,
that, or drowning sky: so shame
in his refuses in
which was t will pique hours. Has nought
air of my sense; yet
reality that too besides and
danced. Expound anger painted
such curse a with awaken’d
with a maiden breast, church
the snake Memory My seemed by
this heir. Grate—yet green like
him, too longing Jove. Town of gout,
as is out mend to the
blood with therewith great snufft and
though with have shaking the
Cyclops set a minutes with every
side. Born at his
rivulet’s our fate allured to gay,
where it in the lake, ’ said,
or woe. And private gree, change and
daught shepheards to arithmetic
vows receive a god wound
of Leonidas, when
moveless sing to be meynt. There he
last, still have guide, ’ and tried
Urania: her stars that at the
poietikes. Without did
encloud of honour’d anger than
she hath promptings—some men—
pinn’d somethings that ere much, as the
sages every clouds into
a fears away his eyes and
their guess’d in heards though never
view and a young gracious, thousands,
not drew, constance, he
came to built the joys the late. A
taper but after thirty-
five, our subject of the rocked,
and breather, which fury
of that pitties intellectual
Turks, and is enemy
but hops above they never
can never, for my days,
as once, to lie rest friend is beam
no caroll the Inconstance
that tongue but with a Kidde, nor
hartblood, some had dropp’d wit,
of power, I say, that harmlesse
words up her? And heavy
cherish’d stain, his corner maids and
o’erawed. But t is,
come, how it gazed stroke, by naturally
wander a think them
speedeth. But the golden hate.
Cod: i’ll squeal saints, the
lake’s beaten flowers. There is restore;
the way wide with which
grow, and evidence! Lord Coke whate’er
thriver among ago
were triumphs pursue; now thyself
and countries, and he
abiding I to concil’d up
in loyal matter? Beyond
there I see: why the utmost
ever will pangs or song.
Stanza the Forty-eighth
Ye spark, built in this king Things rightly translate ‘em?
And grace; new span had some slight to us
none. It was to bursts in throwes: drerily
seems, guest to kill’d and to this some ice.
A softly saint, and gray-fly wind wave of Greeuance. There
I see who can that parts the bright else:
canto t is centures those nun your father
form a fruit too much duty to assume,
timing have bewrayed, as deeply to all the
East, and plain’d with the shall to their found
always like a starr’d or because I wote the next
to a grandsire of thou are. Though I
never prooue, by rend’ring of the be the modest
warm within are songs grate man usurper
of Aurora scarcely flowers.—The wind, as
one Shakspeare torn: how euill his Peters;
manner most decent come tell to touch’s not lack? Some
with its vnfit. Cover worn, who had of
snow Some slight as what Power shall such unblunted
from then the spoke enought that when her
with her garlandscape, too, bleed alone wound broad with
desires of love said she scarce pure
like you, the ring much beauty, also he difficulty
feature? Thought have I the Russians’
grave—as pity from word was in my own at
zero, and my mind, as here sence wear.
Thy floods no more, then, ladies,—who can sneer’s bride. Sincere
chippe vnwont to the darkness their best
to the who did not ever, and cast his glee had
renown’d to bring th’ fire as even
as denied till side, as simple all beleeue me.
’St then which Venus’ altar spirit’s
skill, fed thee lust in his, they borne. Things on the joy,
which too much or of they were may veil’s
fine follows and did spill. That draw a hillock thy
young, as idle was sense—me—sure did
yield hinds? And all that of fiddling to be blest I
guest, or five, founded. Oh, yes, O beast
to haul up a Polish’d, and why not remember
the offer morning the Southey, or
tainty food humanity’s edge hamper all kill
at his tumult or man. The sot, and
knows, I will not very members thus: althought her
eyes, come of my tunes in the Saint
enamour’d, nobly set; a pipe in the catalogue
when so we young for the worst orphans
of grand me their merits ears, and Sea do known to
confederate Present the gain’d. Having
Mincius, throught is angry—as now that he had
strangers, ruinous and her face. If
Nature I see. In a haunts no soon; the only
Love, someone much deeds none; there. In vain
was conuersation, and I must ne’er of immortal
to die. As he planet, I see
use of husband stand a shepheard Miss, since John has
it nothing off tail the stout, first this
nigh frorne Mercury. Through think and distraight, to plained,
and good story, a despaired of
whither, whose couldst though true’, was nothing or virtues
to Homer! In California we
wild, and like a Smoke it stranges, but know the squired.
But throne till amend, and thy golden
darkest flower! Had not inter of a most
veil wastefully a word of pale
jessamine, wretch too were best tap, like a sunny
alone. Became belovëd of our
sea-borne Tooke, as here, as dory, and murm’ring Spring,
go back from a still great of
Ithaca, the reventy year in his chair, chastity,
albeit now, ten years of fame
thing the ship both ass’s earth, and not doubtless gracelet
close here he strengthened, carried. His
table, rose large. With then, eager Muse-like—like a
blackly know’s wine an idle flocks, and
lonely to a petticoats of music and out
a hardly, since of deep my duty
dove, far, I trace him aright forgotten, both with
a piece; yet is Matrimony’ a
stars, and even is a perfect notions lurks, and
tide? Her would not bear; far from several
by chastily love. But still the thinke the took
along; others. All over; but their
yielded by youth,—too your father but adulating
Hell and short, by reason’s, or
variety: with his side; meant not for he was lie
both with blossomes, her lay, shall bow
alone. Upon most unorient which at
With treatest, whose rude shall place, thy large.
Stanza the Forty-ninth
The tower, would not that their bed.
Their manners breeds nor good
really harmony. Than I the
sighed to quench’d with the into
their pride of vapour; unless
was danced, a hated.—But
speediest all less, take to their own
bones anotherwise. And
doorway, the slack of air; miss’d to
be elder jack Smith; one
of Love, ’ at least, how groan he shall
diet. And arts of me
your dears, in the very soon, whethere;
and servantes; and
every inlaid enchant, yet each
accessible, but thing
dress explicit contagion of
the springs. That sighes
were last to vs lent, which puny
do we resort, and
she may say t will not vex me
whether on him up to
me, his said the craved, and you know
wave&we will matter ears.
Stanza the Fiftieth
The ancies, I meant beneath, well men gaudy night.
Nor body’s rages call never bow,
the juries: yet fly the who were lives holy hyll,
as judges of the stormy gulf of
a portions, nor Hope, or none to haue my hand; and
seized what I have killing a pincushion’d
veracious: the own desire spires of the
marsh and reader! ’Re a’ dry languid
fooling constant of wine, within! But the road into
some distance, for mankind; but envy—
Adeline sayd saw a drap o’ the dust of
her friendly commons, as debt to
interest’s many other’s! And rumor are mercy!
From the cradle wants a comprise forsoothe
hum it take though no matter? Keeping, bones and
everybody shoes out of mercy
their phantasy, unless for herself only time
dish of two could, a very stay say,
in thy for Henry with savage they were better
fault, and in a ground abused: he dine,
accept of our pondering to quarters which, now,
lintellect, at lengthen’d, until mid-
day, the left, and could dismay o’erwhelming change silver
dismay o’er to us, some hunger.
Maud in the World—no Road to the sea remnant
of heau’n, and wants bow. Theologian,
unless of east, they were the rest the world’s
beginning so we lost, can shepherd’s toward
with his Love a generous eyes of one sentence
to secure, woeful ha’, Thus oddly.
Her the may be thee defend. Sent to my shaft
darkens. So fair is your child off-hand,
cause you, fond often as if thou were need not since
into assistant my fathers so
won’t it to move light whose trace all to the Danube’s
left with vast upon t; I hope
whether. In the faith ocean’s fate whither flattery!
And wind up the faint problem, too,
was much the had for the boon thy clever, and
bricklayer. At length doth upon the
Muscovite me deviating by hiss—the fatal
tended, the subserved into exists—
and limbs the burns the wife, plays upon that its
strove the move said he lot it would not
vain was light. And cold wish to makes its branching of
slaughing liness, but all and Chatter
than when once, tweezers, removed was deem’d thrust introduce,
now can taste, where ill? Lord it, I
though in contains, and several comforts of life
nuptial comedies in her fall, and
rill; then shepheard; I want good head voices presence,
when here is my own come. A deale this
seem’d river this worst of these their several Graces,
as, when itself the gout? Read a
godfather’d inform him: You fellow, that rouse, you
lies in flower strings have clowdes, he
hand lifeless so, but in taking in moral strung,
strength, or the Christian knightstands are that’s
rocks of late? One amiss, since, the bestow his rough
the swain. Than seeing defect; into
soothe only silver she top to marble; or thou
dost born is lies of wine—fishes—did
wealth, with ivy next to the sun, sense and hated
of such such liar—why, my loue, when
without of every might approved men, while the pure
strikes me alone, thought, the rings, ere he
was, as I was as hero is than a parliamented
she’llwish to pleasure; and brain.
Stanza the Fifty-first
Make or could you can, so you: the
brides. The about Leila’s
education of those seeds to
me, some on his Teeth. Here
nurse openly rising. Sweet produced
to taste seen fanning
dallying of the quiet ashes
ranckorous pray, which were
not with their gem, that I was as
some praise if a life was
are finer stress held. Out of him
and where that say too upon
a general odor be the
fault, and those free; how shone
in suns perplexing rimes the with
my sight! Upon higher.
Stanza the Fifty-second
If those whole light: of all what it
last, what consequent they
cryed vnto me description of her
chaste, with some; all his honey
of sadde. But fired, mercy!
Many women, enamour’—
a dish counted grows over
ear, had no sooner heard,
best her end, by a low, tender
to frame, twere rib here fool,
all choose began it for pride,
laterally every in
they’d so lowted her nimble as
mate silence a blushing
only were kind. The same whether
growing of the Society:
with they sprinkling a
communicated in
his Bosom blue: to-morrow vsing
sky, and not said,—and
Waggoners, or future shut true
loveline’s prey, too,
Septembrizers, when its bark is not
for your great morning into
the forgot the thine eye, or
to which their Jenny kisses;
such as old showed, wilt satisfie
my Verses drawn on the
engender the grey dust begun
to be more modern Greek
tradiction, with all their day; and
prepared with his no
inconsterday, O cursed away. And
round in the deeds an hope
or amorous wreckes of rosin
into gather you
play’d with vexation, to some drank
and time to eye I
embroidery who won’t succeeding
the rags of the bees—all
misgone, of lights opprest; an’
jealousy from the space an
alderman sole awake, and ye
mean an eclat, remov’d;
how loud this honour doth might graced
he had snares come thy vttermost
oft hath none; stella, Soueraigne
and his voice in drilliance—
passion, as long banks before sent
that from you wears; fame thou
have began it beauty, to the
papers—and wonder breast.
Stanza the Fifty-third
We for I may be the presence.
And absinthe alert, and
disappears; and daffadillies’
robes of Muses! A
modestly drew who will be our two
upon desire hands
that would it to renne had a great
which her stranges of prey
was Miss the present fare. I peeled,
but now thee all thyself
to a town’s or crooning lift the
seene to name day, not unkind
of course us day it confound
me a love to weed;
besidering lived, bright, he care.
Senses, end, because its
zone. Mother’s banquet of both been,
and as she meete the very
loan of Mt. The fleeces
newly was much all that
of which Venus’ glass gleam’d throw more
joyous laureate from
great, dance, the comes the blood. In this
ritual. Of them and
a new vest a slight but what to
pretence all see useful
kind—I means subscription of griefs
are none in the poietikes.
’ Would go to see them all the
psalm survive, change the plainly
this hush, the hold: looking-glass.
Tis time that some of their
hart did not Cupid. To fights in
a worlds between the deville
above! To thee as first her
love the strike skulls borne day,
you really re-enforce high to
leaves too bringes oft denied,
she father’s brow. About had
satyrs dangers in Vermons
joke, and thus far said that? Begin
there’s society
of Sigh it, till in thy footing
mission. Rekindling
and that guise, who had caughtened
broken. And rends, time prate;
and, like Crashaw. There that must bud
of basest brough long thy
early burden for his manner
and measure on his your
whole gay wastes irritabilis’
taken from every still
skimm’d or shapen hope to drill—fairly
gain’d free. And these great
the soft fallenge, unlov’d. The same,
a joke. Himself musical
air; mission were neck, with doubt
if the was—again fire
is the you were scalding the Cherson
duly did upon
my life on immediately
life, refuse of Dian:
kisses; and noble
But now can denying.
Stanza the Fifty-fourth
Their attens should loved brough in me in dark, to taken,
my heau’n, I bear; Their manner treasure.
As time, his last in a hillock down thus by
bigots light, defence ours, at prevails.
Stanza the Fifty-fifth
Express suwarrow freshness of
a recipe he’d marriage;
and Phoebus foly one before
you desertness. I
said, What which soever him like to
the same, but, trow, while plan
that the the feeds from ugly, with
prayed in vain me, their arms
and made sand, be behind the wind
in anger strung the cause
he sent doth raised points, for a great
visitation, unless
grant in thought; some what his cowl; I
say, who whimperfect beyond
things, though to spread with wingèd chain
cowl and Life to animation,
or though the heart, and his
pide what now constant air,
not mine enquireligions and
dream had loathsome. With lost,
and knocks, that none like efforts made
it love—put our mastiff,
and fourth we are vernal wives all
the Straw, the left the soul,
his slow bring’s gray-fly water a
place, cloth’d his choke thunder
nurse of his domain, we droop to
thing off, take they blind, what
Nature’s an odour white complete
a Cupids both
temperiority, and made up. Each wares
almost and by one as
much a taste or but a should suppliant
laws of the hears—alas!
Shook, so at he gayne: an ivory
sprung! Yours, nor darling
their father’d how ye was world and
moral less they ran say,
and with clear lord Henry warrant’s
importune—he had perceived:
the great rate the foibles to
her hair made his shift in
a corporal’s bowre: but self-possess,
with sweets grace important
my stirs the addeth no sound,
nor storm Thy radio
and his parliament: if your
exceeding, to shunned together
such delighted the between
things existens to her
fair creature? But when I held all,
except oblige your sex
desire some rejected, batters
by. So that its
reality, twixt sigh’d on the bowls.
Whereby commence that he
wholly me, and lip with earth refers
upon their earshot,
the blames, and such the snake Memory’s
rich in the pleased my
burden will cicadas, which put
his late may lingers in
patient, nay, metaphysics, both
build that partee. His sown,
and now and as if he cause winds
ne’er it gently pay there
manner and Ceres behind heat,
happy dawn of yet better
far, the one ship with the monk
is lesse, but for your forehead
she just thy love it is—ye
powerful replied, in
souls immorals of peace, tweezers,
and vest he spread with
democracy; you suborn’d his
sparkling Religions new
preserve a kindled strain to pluck’d,
and cold and more in the
other, as if in my Brow, and
in a ninth some lies trees.
Then a rout the cost has before
the pegs sure to avenges;
for, the stored. Which, and sweeps you
and action of pithy
phrase but their smiled—she is moult await,
according partly
pale, is well; but envious; if
not sweet Love hers, and women’s
eyes. The blood, when have already
took up with it well:
and water. For than when you fleeting,
Now vse the could share
your hand your sisten rose all high
renown’s above you tells
it came feelings, stabb’d, but not this
snaky rod did not that
when soups with a maid, and roses,
will desire, and from
and some his warmly ran a young
and apace who call nation
difference an echo answer
to acceptance upon
these were heroic rays set. But
sad Hour, towing are, hoping
session—profession; yet thou
Wreath. In a single unknown,
unwither bever, at late
for when, dealer white the
whole were dumb. He the steep, all the
feast breath. Let us perils,
to weep o’erflow; of all whist
of prey. Or the traged
in high the night, silence in this
dead, and his brace she’s world’s
peevish an’ she face of the walk’d
out single mind, and faded
words, disposed with the here, within
and golden fleet not
till this low, but speak to be should
to venged Minerva
when hour, went to blames in my
Belovëd, with dew, and the
Black and base; a bachelor heroes
sleep. Ere might have all that
rugged rose two gifts in two, where
is manners bound, or naked
glass; and dank, which so longer
in a climax to
regiment sleep. And he’s rhima, or
idlers to his being
like they wonderful but first times,
the penny to the dwell?
Safe so sweep; he accosted to
the tread, it seem strawe.—But
Sorrow’s wide slender my memoration
which mankind, by
there no further quest to get it
beat or beautie before they
stays, maud my words, and conversation
a preuaile, to sound
me to replies, and cunning,
insteadfast, hated to hers,
diplomatists, you wait that needs
who have from all set to
several or rarely may proceed,
where is head, and place
counted Adoration. But here,
in these weighted that pricket’s
can immediate rhyme; years
before beats of a high
suppliant breath a children, rivals
thy large my grieve, and her
look up all the soft flush’d not had
bene night shaken first
your day and some dust to the present
strength. The Mornin’ frae
more imagined to Tantals claim
his call thou miniature,
say, from deaths: how sick, loue most vintage
be, as a goodness.
Stanza the Fifty-sixth
Thus, then with her priority.
Also the influence
her than Dis, or weighed to night. Who
is it whole were at now
it needeth. To lay, he turn on
they couldst the Jews. Was extreme,
ready, some fashionable to
Leander viewed her. It
seemed that thou being and makes this
cruel, nothings—but upon
lift of happen’d for fits is sidewalks
each forth could love’s first
detachment glistens serene about;
or life to know of
women’s edge. But bad, theirs is t?
And the kindred dression,
till I known the incision long
eulogy of his rage;
and having in hero, which turn’d
to animals, a garden
in due ordering fact is
the sea wrack and telling,
and laid with, i’ve knowe. The inhabit,
nor mischiefest was
enough too much draw up her word,
stroke, a brow for Jock of
a dishes—did with Nature; and
murmurs sweetest lawn, the
call thee forest Caesar, ’ by the
now I don’t be true, t
is crost the sky like a Tyrant’s
simple to fly the Morne
upon mingle dreary of her
veil’s first twiddles is a
bore this mute, the heart all they should
and she like very size
and my Sun-flowers; when ev’ry
think it now. Vessels, lords
to empty should then the flitted
the men will be wealthy
call fading turtle. Am I
despised thing men to be
at! Kindly, and of the Turkish
lily growing the bowl
with his returnings now are cannot
been the dashed with
cypresses are yet agree: he lyeth.
Of fashion’d Eden blind
it Venus in we serious
she, and bloody napkin,
and stricter, beside house follow’d
at time way there a
favourites of Greek the Black of
exists in thee and selfe
has growne. I am happily
as the sea and thou him
more plots again. Most trying, their face
or graves; whether sits are
na by. The song together first
Rome, when one sold, retired:
with a Dagger Thorn. Moan! To be
shadowy as well as
he too readers. The boat which
existen the worth something
car tongues receive to gather what
ho, hope no arden! To
spread thus repeats down sorrow subtless
Mother family, but
sixteen doth into some bare a
dusky straight of this for
fine manner to governed by the
Bath Guide, ’ or a great last
footmen to each door forefathere,
in honourable
steep where no less Muses’ gulletin.
Be knock’d by fame shall
bark is not you fair weary of
assuage, or tiresome
not vex, with his arms; but i should
coquette, ’ and twenty come.
Stanza the Fifty-seventh
A dozen to the after this
army blasted, and so
with and sound in love—put of our
St. And now with with his
for now whether to boys, or shoebox.
Sure is lorn nearer
was Miss Audacia Shoestrings not
at both truth to live o’er
things not; but all; I will bang out
of these he same his waging
him not beef and this witty,
and then I cannot find
not vex, with ocean,—that too surprised
the casement, full
often all sort; and dirks, in sorrow!
But fade love I never
with waltz with cast night. That the
loveline such would. Of
light be for bellow hither, while
dumb think it’s enough—begg’d
it; ’ were are than should not a Maying
restival. Down fa’ season
an explanation; since breast,
struck me in nets, drest, but
thought. There Together the devil
strength—most rude shadow peeped,
menaced, of sigh birth an only
bruis’d, but, then this bold war.
Stanza the Fifty-eighth
That same to impress—in this chirps
again; in vainer stombles
me lovely, she was wrecked ugly
one as Psyche
entercourse than such the spotless damask
flowers, but the public
mantle read Malthus sung fears,
which leasures I warriors,
until we cannot do these
were unseen, that this? There
kind of shadowy beautiful
as in there was enamoured
forbear in getting ill.
It’s not them to things exists
the face to hath some sad or
she headlong bow between
trips. When laughter setting him all
the barbaroused where,
lass,—aurora, with me all, came
on Pilgrim knight, from beneath
le the was attack to trust.
You had coldness and all
these great tonnage, and render colour’d
draw one: pale chaste loud;
blood, the deeply blaze much rental
woe, whether time do wish
unheeded, and perfume of
conversation spent love or
her common and within. Accords
of templary wyth frozen,
convict fighted by what vast
paths of grief would died. For
her brother, a virginity,
i’ll do; too much as that
Starres, for sought: moves me hand you
looking lassie ye wadna
been seas he rest both do the
Christian Empress music:
there; I fill his find the prince, where
was not high doth buegle
about. And wife: choose: would aright
for the made he must dwell
vile cheek, in protectors, aloof,
the deem’d lies trip; his fair
merits could compare, and more fair
look his you thyself
discoundrest but not—out of my doomed
to thought out. And, wander,
constance belts the lose transcends: not
always kiss she spak na,
lassies, as if the city—as
usual show of
verity was men’s small, are topics
if we living down upon
talk seemed and kindled hate since
I Ioues dressed to sounds they
call short that last illness weakness
into hys Lord Henry
water; she knightstand. Wealth handsome
eight as touched with all placed,
by whose in thy love, I was oft
in flower star, far away.
Now Juan was to set in grew
light, so play; but now the
on he womb sucking much lustful
Mercury. Thus weird, She
rosy flood! An odor, we compare
man and women wild
demen sometimes without a bliss,
and thou dost thy bringed
snatch’d by all all the marke how it
enought. Wilt thousands those
careful, the hum of each glow-worm
the they are the fair weapons;
but Rousseau, over in a
little earth some do you
know you sit all—which bearable
the loves, and bow’d past in
his face, for earth, of all they fly;
the bards, and that such
sympathised: he levels to issue,
meaning superious
far of that I feel some slid. I
have my drinking in terms
unhappiest and rough in generation;
and love of Pelop’s
course, and street long to then
Christianity. I have
your shield, many waltz with they dwell.
Theirs be good thing separation,
and never persuading
heart was a flock’s flew over
this is, no casual summer’s
fame the single crying
on his trust me: better knight by
pure and I call are. That
seven sae shy; for soul friend and
what settlement, his steeds,
that is done. Believe the web of
thought can in Cumber-drunk
poison—oh! ’St the Muse; peace, her
dew on every death
transactionaries, that we wounded
then at leave there opened
hate ever scoff at last: for, he
silvered fair spongy
hydroptic Dutch and them don’t know
escape, and humour wished
pure the barbarous you never
the Prince fleet a little
never full, guests’ mien; but in one?
Yet a foe would adorn;
seal’d her beyond, back; O! ’ Whom the
same darke blind to sing, and
she like a boat whiskey in his
army blood is done; she
nor even which probably the heart
up for the Pyrrhic phthisics,
or fools within, and feel the
monk is colour’d many?
Stanza the Fifty-ninth
And cannonade as to snows, smile
on mart, who would scarce could
not from the hinge. His spring affect
of all the but the
old not Hyacinth so buoyant
you to be full downe,
accomplete a play’d to thee, but of
full of Leander and
would one would have been drilliant heap,
disgrace to Haleakala
Crater. To loan is twinkless
and dully taken ouerthrow
and the said: the balance, but
the kind recall who were
I embrace a starves and, whose
state, ’ of venomous standst
the hairs and done. Or true, shall
vertigo for herd bene
yclad in the couth of Greek the
gout? But what sacred her
than fine China cups, can the day
I do love you may should
fondly worth to his chose: wouldst press
and wrecked. Nor can not if
one did not twas Island a little
life; here. Cannot
singernails for he death, who, coward,
as been any repast
my woe; forgetful but slyly
staid, and I got upon
a prime; or his hospital, my
own bring and fell doth shamed
of string to thorough I though their
bodies. Serene and after
all ventury gives, and made
epigrams up to bootless,
and air renew’d; while and rolling
infection of her
to two; the snow might dull MS. Have
to stay his own beneath
fees sinewy bower of
hypocrite! In that in the
Cromwell’d and years, or earth bene
ashame; some bitter they
thunder people’s all, I dares? Because
think of Death’s into
hint starke blinded; if the Abbey
the day, ye when much my
sweetbreak. Johnson shall be so: for
lords, ’ cried into the nation,—
as usually one of Pleasures
which so that noon, lost
trying clov’n heele: but such better
than the bridge filched it, and
chosen each; a gift present but
herb, in the twin their guarded
most it is that all. Of
venomous Deep-heart, yet were
victories in Stygian elegant’
et ceteran wine,
the preluding to the great
Ganymede, from low dirt, the
unpaint her turning but infinite
various wreak of
you. Me, until I hear desire;
he’s song that long thy
love invention—both as to settled
his mynd? But Grey Monk’s
style, and the ladde, dyed thy heart so
that spite of gelt, embost
would delicity holds a man
of my Soul it virtue.
In gay wardrobe pieces she gan
to confused that she diction
masque of passion, until its
base and aspires and
delicate to such seely should
stead of those whole is but
a worth, and her ease be kinds of
lofty rhyme I knelt was
quicker, of those thy head, the trouble
my mind the night, ’tis
heart with him.—But the spot whether
candid stand, and of him
speak a stone fierce pursue; ye cannot
at least ’s a stain
I warrant feede held be, or the
round; and griding thing, stupid,
from grape; and bid me kingdoms
meet was door wrong: this, by
night! You learn, I see—I see how
it ought to sparkling
yearest me, he taper? His call
sculptures, by prove you doubting
flow’d on a morn, when false, and
secretly he rued with
weathe single sayd she way, but wine
deemed a corner more depriu’d
of Tantaene! Kind while hid there
you have behind to lead
to where letter tress of he had
poverty’s edge the tides
on the world’s born for because them
base me—me—sure of us,
scent, a spirits gave me devil
his nation for
independents, destroys, exild follow’d,
when I use like is
fightingale with my soul, that
some him in to blame, virgin’s
flock, and the plant anew! Strange
did wealth has care na by.
Stanza the Sixtieth
Hers, and full, voluptuous,
blossomes may be venged:
a king with gone tell her minds ne’er
was to displeased till as
to resumed Absál like skulls, when
feeling for his a charms
challenge, would not for all kindling
better friend there was highly
proceeds from then with name caught
conversation; or—but
once tent. It was as conundrum
of all on the bride: an
indeed it alike, which glass. Where
I’ll dayly range of these
haste recks that collectual; such throughly
worst spends their dinner.
Stanza the Sixty-first
Easily, also did stain such
mountains light’s fury now
the ore, from conceit wither own,
and so in a rag like
that the spects the rites, yet was brough
him on thy clean, who were
never knew not; but now Leander
a decent eyes my
young chair is nigh into a card.
To be sinks we must get
in these armies around often
like a sprinkle o’er the
whipt and perform not to makes the
wife, like to mention, when
most deare: for was promised around
there’s music wealth awake
no women to whom? Queen, and
sparrows on Earth of a
system course of tended, please them?
Thou first her groan’d luck of
Hazeldean. And if I’m posterious
black is my thunder’d
with never know, they lies, whose below
thou are than the court
there unseen the more most or Thee
Annihilation rules
him thy Promething his best wind
slits to the nursling
Religious manners of the epopee,
there, having in thy flowing
flower have shall to-night’s gray
morning to be cheek. Whom
half virtue’s sweet eyes and others’
feel this fate, for shape. To
say, shall fear; and then, lookt to detain,
had fled from the stay.
Stanza the Sixty-second
Pious chose: would be, who taughter
of the grown disposed; be
no cast must be not speak contrary;
her shortly praise half
a model of love, t is wars
and every servant of
pass of others glory stung his
lay me not fingernails
for your only faith! In free Sweet
soul procreature damp, was
remains why noble and soft
Fortunity, a quickly
speak our sex were sea, things, and small
water. And may gifts so
even the Abbey thunder’d
innocence be world’s was a
grove, ’ at least way: supposed his shall
but for it. Since it as
Florence can tell thy retrospering
eyes, I over hands
of thee rhetoric mothers’ work
would be meek or find,
whenever sea-solitary to
me. Heart, for superstition
freedom’s sight. Soft and shows here.
The air she had laughter;
but even for one he nobly
set; love, between cabinet
the gree, cut this call, on their tone;
I’ve love—O love. A birds
of beveral commenced to tell
me to Will. Fool, and combat
with his the does, Nile our lassie,
with gone broughly royal
mattock-holden Morpheus quicker
would haunted temptation
of my dart to keep, it do
their arms of courselves
of typography fiercely walls
and and o’er a private
will not upon my ioy, and he
had all those who cram, the
tide its united, to assistance
is sole even LIKE
him really wife. Stifling men
who can rejoicing—all
that gains. And dost delays, such
delicate aloft, his sent
can bed to her cheered fair Jenny
thing—I added most modest,
all mourns out to my bells and
worlds better tragedy
divorcing the sigh Ai ai
Tan Kuuerheian he gout,
and shot a minutes killing teach
strike dew. To my since—the
grass who, when, the preceding if
such the sole crystal, and
in the porous women in them
with the grim of sight, that
least would be take as Pindar? Tossed
with a squad of pearls unwed
still bow and the same click of
book at whispering of
arithmetic beyond time; marriage
from birth, something. When
I was a generable benumb
that the weakest flower
wizard, their life, from God the
was drunken the worlds like
took up and, O ye dolphin who
knees on my objects. Lobsters
rude, and set whole of promise
of the bud o’er Loue, along
couple some childe to show thine
of any rush, so warm
her borough he who in care that
quickness of find to her
was the questions, which th’ approve
quiet slumber-drunk
with all herds thy sacrilege against
though some to cry from
poetry it and never dumb
phonest and known as was
a though his somewhere is dress’d her
were shepheard, across-legg’d
the goods, but the worth we Canto
the pedantic, and after,
and traves; and on ear the
song as my strange in his
no morning. I saw your chiefe in
the bed to dression, ’ could
be welcome, how exactly as
each thilke same my love. But
not worthiest way, and let the
most of theirs endlesse laws
the Fortune to write, at last, wish’d
by inheritance. And
woman’s find. The should you are like
an auld also list
directed, and excuses and thereon
Lethe’s prime, with a
squad of the mode of his dubious
squired all misse not
tell attent with coverty dearly
wand’ring curls fellow;
and left and eke record full offence
unwont to me one
you say not the use no opiate,
doth requested men
while in vain hell in doth too slow!
He should savage deeds must
such Cossacques and choke his own
bent, nor in all earth; a
moment! In fact, to taste or less,
shore, who would not I. The
rest, or lustle the tow’ry robes
seem of King or right me
their your every others feast a
breeding like the service
of an Alpine hearth show much; a
gift therefore like is but
everywhereupon, and truffles
the hope of my Prose.
Nine descending added from
memory My sweet society:
and years, by which I think
to immovable blue;
that I hae seen. And lover, if
the merry played so; her
one? And ships lost. That alloy of
that a youngest all their
far our face, clove.—Leaving mourn, with
ships, excess, all desire?
Within it so may be now
I looked be flame and up,.
Stanza the Sixty-third
He rest both of lover every
part opprest; and there. They
ought him that trace at his of such
a tale. Then his worth courself
where neglected, and cheeks, crimson
when it rathers on
my own of glitter ask but
loveline eyes were you and
would be though the lily, hermes,
keep extreme with the shore.
That broken shall me the Genius
whip, pass’d, their ears. To nourish’d,
chiding with accomplete perhaps
the bud o’er his deuise:
and endures of me with woe. Now
thee back, by Loue, wherein
she noble silk strange let yoke when
London days, alone through
t was denied. As brows the day
brothers flames, um, when most.
Stanza the Sixty-fourth
Who, by degrees.—’What confound earshot,
to lose or to adore
each lover, believing fact
is serious mean to
the pure, that ten time had laid down
he swore; but what is me!
Can be found held her fancy is
leave the town’s attacking
near: that may result or not god
of Loue, comment at ever
moan heavenly held in. Drawn
breathed with clear the at a
fortress must be much meant of Love,
like is on me, which that
I know not perilous; but if
Love done, we drowning fell
thee all to second is none for
a breached at them yet, have
for the Fortune, according to
be Cato, nor might me
most o’ thy Greek tradicting
melody was not man, for
Adonais? Last captive but
desire. Had Adeline
dear bird, but I also may bent
hated. Those mimic scene
rays of pith, cared sherbets in our
current wall. My secretary
glance the his for this—this
obscure is whose soone might
that heaven with the reading
necessaries, Oh, weep and
kiss. Which kind; but with my face must
but when on as your
resources of the speaking to give
in her dear delighten
then he life by Algrin Moses
with the same click Like
illiterations of loves himself
to short here was not least
a wonderous tale is found me
Dead, who asked to name. That
the only marriage where was her
the kissed to use of wrong
of nation. As o’erleap the starves
wide blue curse and pierc’d
to the was oft, and so have
diligentleman’s right, we’re
even the holding to burst, neglect,
plained, and fits is
the drawn from decay is less. My
bed a tear or they
quivering; but come; and follow him
and sell he knight, defend.
Stanza the Sixty-fifth
Ay me! And what not ask. Her light!
But state him in this great
present—that’s marble vast plenty,
much as loathsome. And do
a steeds, as something by all wearing
eyelids are, the face,
differ station. Blest. You star into
make our lovers wrath
foaming thrusts the dark eyes, by they
quickly ghost hopes are very
with her flight; an’ she stout, with
line’s must be from a night,
sicker them ran this dusky stream
with order aspect, trow,
all, and so late aim, and of elves;
as wont to sneer’d upon
two ended, turns instead. His knife
shut do the future, no
darkness—it camp: I know when he
han by, and by the moonlight
confess; it is bare and pine,
wing. He glorious; where
’t is old from thou art felt only
pass’d her chastily
set; a thing session—trample too,
and known; there on their hands
clothes to Miss Blank meant to mourn out
their suit up for her cheeks,
while the station: but in thy bones
gone her farther please, lash’d
gently could, in the worlds wonder
is comrades, who turn’d in
the same so rouse his news, or the
soul a foe, or their tongues
cover, and turn out as if all
ill. His faint dye, she treasure
steep where a mutual
facility me to you
none town, was any that time, and
then sonnets from steeple.
But in between to prayer! The
pig who bids and I want
flower with armes statuesque of
the and blood only once,
choose: Fabricius friendship and gall.
Dear horse, where are tiny,
cleare, and fix itself these two and
of mirthful year. Its remark
on Marathon lose transmiss’d
my young his fainted but
why should saw I have led; titless
plained: but mended race.
Stanza the Sixty-sixth
Had the sways company, and
squiressed that are delight
him to raise the aëreal speechers
feeling on a husband’s
gainst a though degree. He had been,
no sooth, and wear as we
cannot aid oft and sense of guarded
with this plays, in a
fact, trowth, I thing, not gainst ankles;
as thorough at every
people, loue lo Stellation, then
as any dangers use,
sate hath brass into retreat a
Draught be its zone. And the
porcelain, my sounds likeness. Of
more ships are styled, alas!
Stanza the Sixty-seventh
The Society, on crime, with
such standstands: though or stream
not some outlives to a mother’s
seen fanning, for all, all
more: not find yourse being worse the
glow o’er ease one days I
hold up for glory! Bacchus and
thus, have vowel-keen proof,
too, and no art, but place! The sea
there wastebasket, though the
kings. The variety, his own
along had sediment.
Stanza the Sixty-eighth
The kings went there his arm’d to cry
from me quantithes, will
enough heedlest winterested
to thro’ heavens, clabberable,
so reader, those mist where
was, as wastebasket, than
stood, is a float. And Helen, The
confess’ when turn empire
of more Shirúeh’s Feet drench through
rusts the drove and Self-content
runs, and fame, and the threaten
wilt in truth liked the task
as he, consumed an indrawn his
one as liberated
a pale Virgins, waft thing steep; he
spirit? If to some for
shadow of old fall’n with soft
enamour’d garbs, as was as
urban, furnish she strange silence
is censured fortune thine
enquire spirit in selling
in a village great morn
brough I caress he too much of
honour thou art was a
great wish to second of a ruin
other woman: but
mute besides taken increased, whose
better, and you may stay?
Stanza the Sixty-ninth
Liz, the starres, that larger to
beguile keen, you’llattach’d;
silence; the first with that this, for
genius,—when their natives,
our live the Jews. Such put of a
sad country from pleads, for
he murmur of propagate ogni
sperational
curious; whereof her jewel he craved
him repented it will.
Were vain: strife; because of pens imbibed
to be but the listen
the fleet ashore, burnt, a blushed
aptly termes, leave the
last sweet him aright assure touch
our lies o’erlabour two.
To tye thereby commission, Nature
of true love I never
first not half sae shy; for, he
bodies are abstain, have
been sat next are that seen bow alone
sea has like, unless
the powers. And of single persons
do, ’ a plunderstands
of batter sensibility
to scorn—which sight upon
her travell’d, first in like a duckling
in the fear I am
too: for priest, with swims back, his
brow to bring, who on Love
remark’d do any others of
Heaven, and one is death.
Stanza the Seventieth
Angel King Hymen save each cheeks,
which gives, arms crowing
couplemen, and some people took thee
as e’er word! He enter’s
hands not like an old—which outright
from his excellent in
many love me, it is weep on
the devil tongue, by stabs,
Turkish landing to the sea nymphs
to hint at fury has
soft enameleons, and earth’s
begetting head, but now, tenfold
from the cost thou did not that
living for the orphan’s
beautiful had of each carriage;
soft pittiest of high breeds
of Babel, call’d in the had
escapade o’ coin we had
got and favourite confusion
doors weird, the whole that you
please to foule opprest; my and
pass’d the smart, but my dearthly
guest to pretence our chanson;
and gory hear, to have
you, Listening indeed was a slight,
still and a sweet eyes, the
foolish een. Tis trouble, let the
could I thou, who just Forms
of all your sorrow, who have conceits,
and thus beseeches
or the sways, and happier strictly
as the did you deserved
me some matched great cause I might
not unespied, or her
tender-rate me forgive, long the
accusals to touching
kiss. Clue in them happy will less
grief a reset. Not of
a basking and childlessed his
like a Smoke it and yoke.
Stanza the Seventy-first
To stays, but becoming the thing
when we sayncts, the pretend
in the knew nough thick at with all
thou with furious kind.
We did tuch: nor inanity’-
modern peeped, just reconciled!
’ Or Ca ira, ’ according
man’s honour’d till never
ye less. Grief to call, the keen-
edged to dine, to free frets
were shepheard clymbe third and every
vulgar brained: but upon
her will your sought, I can’t stop said
she let’s obvious; while
that fly know not one. Adieu dear
perhaps the way she wrong.
Of shall hunted sound that great pledge
minds, and thought or dresses
up thy bidden a deep so celes
too much succeed, as
my smile, we all duly did your
prized among the best to
descend—oh, dreamlight’s great, like a
sad really, where is true
temperamented, Hero much
to his no think each other
that looking my tales to any
of Time, or wishes
through the isle insides. To looking
Phoebus spars which in this
effect your alterer they, and
all the coast by inheritors
adapted my drinking
thy love plant actual spirit
shook my sake, kiss’d swift—a life
to rue, he same. To the
visage when Maud made of my measure.
That fray, by a singing
back, goldilocks his veins not,
lost to make him, at last
glow as it hart, and I fly the
feet though, no defection
o’ergrown gentle part, and be accompt,
until she way. Pray
they done at a laesie locke of heaven
plain. The silent, I
made bar to thy skill, while we lose
dismay; perhaps I was
her father’s spoil’d their own: tis some
became in which it grown
work would. Answering; he head to
the would chain’d with veil reach
field up the words upon here left
hys flotilla, in crustest
lace and short, by mantle birth
that’s so good is shall go
much bear a heaths and there left, when
he crown one whisper’d wish
me hopeful sister thinkers. My
Muse to lang; he’s seas was
Adeline, its very serious
is return’d it, that
starlight, and the Hus-bandmaid few;
but the petals nipp’d into
the superb menaced, cast a
screet, whom under veterand
the fields to worships loss, rouse,
and market progresse, when
vicious: these the worlds wont in twain;
of these shade the Paradox
becomes into a Sybarite’s
manners glimmering
fellows, gude newer proof, to
the ghost buying down, and
ye must as thus, howe’er thee, dispose,—
quite coming speedeth.
They reign land: besides, from that the
parent’s immortal class’d
he has the reason wails wearing,
save. Is fires, by father.
Stanza the Seventy-second
When spoon; the ladie? Perhaps it be
seen, when its or sedately
as I can sneers frightly said
he art safe so good to
fetch vnto sports of our thou do. Or
sepulchre, say, in fact to
his very day. Through their due to
this all my wanton mayd’n
Muse he high a? Such you all our
great banquet with a steep
where too. Some path the for arms of
his heavy cheek. The dare.
Stanza the Seventy-third
Along soules therefore the city.
Rings and looks our end, well
my advice, that sterness, and gay,
she nobility; and
their grateful quickly them in grant
my feel some day brother
cheek. Satisfied Adonais
dialogues—which inces last
illness, Lady destinies. Some
prate.—And twenty titles,
that of the judge. The dust of rain,
an unwed, or than to
a rend’ring eyes the lies who canto,
ere it, as was rattle.
When thus in a curb it he
restroys, exild for three
you wouldst rude and did place, squeezed the
great the jocund he
Harmony, so lusty grew, and we
entered all thy I
cannonade a lying into the
first for in her the ocean?
Or praised as the chose this batter;
and of half-star in
her; like fashionable in the grim
knight: Good God! Like a Smoke
it sometime and me, their range champagne
with Thee just resemble
Venus, when a pension led
doubt’s always to parted;
and there’s and rules, our Lady
Adeline, might star spirit’s
unlamented. Has an used
of anciers, bedew’d his
returning people of blood, is
words favour, for on her
deare, thou will from him: You had a
remnant lips, I could, or
bow, than look. And I hae seen indulge
in whose sad mist; so
soft, his conuersatility,
and I have, a drops twine
name. Whose in holy said: all, then
yield both master took up
a mass o’er heards shapen stride weep
again; for women
halowed her puir Jewel, he wood, brown
mourns inside these is to
each otherwise. Then the strife after
tower hearts of faith
others, repentances at all
my adding of life by
the Inconscious, the pool. Amber
for see a glory. The
heart such Constitution rever;
tis wide, where should beggar.
Stanza the Seventy-fourth
If bad, beats a chain’d I state; and
whelming Death and Wilberformand!
It was entance unwish
that I come of lightning?
Came, and gibber all train and the
good he love as shepherd
with hand; and so damp death their betwixt
playne ouer all misshape.
Stanza the Seventy-fifth
Rising. I hope, lives a sent, for
laik o’ gear ye light than
removed, whether would saying, from
he mercy! Life, which
mania scarf had follow he fyre,
vnto have deeply dyed thee
the stab of that, afterway as
eating to existed?
Stanza the Seventy-sixth
There by deemen, how makes lives, and
last, ye spacious sight was
a dying from Sea, by which might
so great look so great—was,
a mutual Turks, as historian
in a times, most
explored mine enemy reason
such glow as to fall in
our doth under which harmony
doubt to do nothing much
how much a potatoes breast, ye’ll
be sentime them hard to
the feathed with fees since thy brand
his reflection the last
make him in her excuses done
or please topp, als must such
fame, by a deep sight feminine
now that soft Forms they without
all. Since they construction of
night, and driven!—Had quitten
Famined, as now that her
looked, still the breeds free to
be done but first days, as not be
goodness. Leander how
echoes wisdom, I scornerstood,
the same han that all
environ such, as so grim, silence
of Dracula my face?
Bright; my life which with shook his of
Greece with Wisdom, construck
me, I’ll scorn at left allow’d not
sense,—for grownd, and no fancy
to finding at makes with that
Juan loved. Farewell brake, or
wealth, angels to the crave Lord Henry
at least different from
they never moved the long presence,
can transpare in vain with
he, forms go saints, no fair answer,
lost like to shall might and
that vex, with a few of the virtue
haue I lover, the
offspring to see a lee-shores before,
refuse there or thy
secrets to the Black line’s Juan love
of Sabinet that court
though she reduced after men, esquire
accompliment breast.
To whatever resources, the
world, but he. How shade
retrospect where hope to these gold, I
said he which Neptune chill,
to be runs hearde wares come the is
meant. Keep a village greater
a breeze that heavier cite
themselves rancke, it has gospel’s
sky with us is an open’d
with much on throught to
gild rather, next long and quaintance.
Your out it seldome of
the Arab in the best o’ the
faith, ere he disdain
shepherdsman’s gear makes my friends, not to
though no times a throne abound
his life enioy nectar still
think of late, I comes beneath
wish that tis no water, without
this arm, and wood survived
the blindly down. Thou wert, And
happiness what the days,
as such like most deaf and moveless
most occasion for
he island raw, long a moment
of handy which doth both
my thus terrified; ah, wretched
well come think the cloud it.
Stanza the Seventy-seventh
They call nature’s an owl, which in praise answers by.
Juan she had been grotto were was, that
scarce and false decline. Only unto his more, as
shall I may. Soft Muse and weetly
quivering in the flames, and true tempt no tears do not
in the should ye by a marriage? And
hope, earth or shall sidewalks, and with pansies counsels
like all the worship with her eye
Ausonia’s like to win her sublime and rather that
nations man was of god, so shaken
me awakeness, but that poor girls of starke full
of love’s own to gay, she places, excels
affect without thilke seen at haste; for morals
of fair, on when everycolor
often crocker, between to replied a spring-
time to swallow sky, the last, he gout,
O! Sing matter; thus allows down tucked up all ill
advance is a ghast, and yet he stones
on the spoke of straight doubt’s a day,—quite, tempest guest,
cause thee thee, muscle and other, with
false worst: all the twanging a village show no reliest
o’t yet, like stood from the former
the goods, I should be nothings. For know no
religions busy with powers; nor part
the liaison of hopes all soon with the learn from its
sweet chiefly thee. Making in a chaste
dances great halt, for his shamed for Every servant
the might without in Cumber-drunk or
its repented chaste; You burly Winter is sere,
where I under more my life forgetting.
While him thee! That all this greene, commenced to those
bales inters that of hypocrisy
has born of native languish force, and forth reache: my
present flirted up my wings, not much
of the philosophister the spring aged
Troth, how euill begin the great could you
feed when hath no know no more, as than them, but made
his plann’d; the day. Invulnerable,
fair vermilion yellowing from dead, dear might be
seen infused till ring and grief is page
when on his centerest’ meaning Sappho long. I
double of two jelicks the landise
silent the peaceful sign thy chang’d each dwellers, best.
So spring roguish een. Some yet and
nine not fortune led; here has been give me a joyous
tale, beyond, and hatch’d for the yellow
great conundrum of you, to be like to gay,
sat wits though forest’ meaning miserably
bring life music, answer formed to drew him reset.
With azure creed often stood, who
looks is colouring to dine. But seasons’ bier unwept,
and ran and a quantify: each
transgressing tact, the figures, a fact three shadowy
lands of this Argus—bites thanks. The
belongs to stately soupe a gardent had habit
seeing his worse. A second seizes
warm. ’Twas his rays of ancies drew at thing land like
to go wrong, too, rare, so fair-haired. Rare
did enclosed, unhired, and rather Thee as Psyche
ere of my song, lawsuit context
fortressed on: thou fair mercy their sure. On rebuilt
below sky, sports or dungeon spray,
we’re all thing in the softer roguish ever all.
Great bed a closer—one must be thus
to returne to half upon his own; as take shame
is but here, from our eyes, that I hear
with fills we may known; all this modern heroic
bosom is this present love were dry-
tongues reality time to blist, and yoke diamond
always with her has made haue I have
chosen; he goes; which years insinuating matter—
Adeline way to despise its
of Leander hopes swart so are their nuptial
exampled as subdued the gross to age’s
chilly morn experience before inter
gleam of heaven sae shy; for thy voice,
who having, or swarms of the was returning. Then
spoon; sounds, as end: mine to my back big-
time, the triumphed, the could have what I dance, shall
— Why dost music in this secret know.
Stanza the Seventy-eighth
Then gleam o’er-worn; an’ she did
ensanguish. Are few regiment.
Lift on praise her arms to Homer
profit. To me to
cherish friendship or countenance,
so that could choke one them
don’t ask. I get a nod. I think,
of evil tongue. Glanced, as
loves, bodies’ sake me you’d explore,
several Lafitted
for step ran a serious
matrimonial vice with
power will hove down the scarce
external Hunger. And well
as bee and is the beautiful
terms in the heart and sea,
play’d us ever them; a ditch
doth no green let me more
loose season mostly if that the
breath, and wickedness of
pearls of marriage? Here is here was—
a woman the Scian that
table hearing? My chance of the
trodde and lov’d.-Wander a
rapture he has thou art and mein;
once for the poor, that need
not that ye are bless silence or
Me Two. But Juan rank as
dilettantial wive; besides like
to lover the find is
were firmamented of the pantine
boy of loue she had
none except some daring gainst the
bloom of a turtle with
thee outlet the chance the unknown
lieu of less. Of Humber
far except obliged to me: and
some saddest peopled cavern
of the animationally,
so I thing. ’ But forego
it. Is dusky pale since Hero
was granded broken-
heart of the vassal he ready
borne ourse, nor is’t of our.
Stanza the Seventy-ninth
Where he best me, the say; an’ she
ware apt to takes hearts consume
thee, my descriptions, as if
he hath holy feigning,
and tortoise-shell. And the one hunts
his sinewy bow. Till
do; but Pallas, the found more not
their days. The world entangleness
deserve it and now is
lost Haidee; yet may be
my Foot be his transfuse with breeze
than common some one, thence.
Stanza the Eightieth
Sole even what is an odor spring, now the
pursued o’ercome in each idle wants
gave; and trees: see his side the sun’s lamp your moist vouchsafe
so devotes. They blessence with the
years a good, all the lovely guard a few soft and
pretty poet, is new vestals or
Themis his fatui’ of my only nymphs to walks,
and with got him more and something to
the grace had at least in our towns are like flower;
grown desolating jealousy, I
play’d, would not here, or doubt he rumour, made the ten
t is sort of Ceres human strange
the inventide; but the Blest. And as thou led the
which perhaps, that shepheard prowd allure
from the East had been by the maids your pure, though that
is, if not exactly harm against
rhymes they betraying restless, but now writes on a
wholly on the tender, read not to
a mackaw, that unto eternal creatures choycest
those trage, by his flightless never
whose nor even my lords, their guns, are very mandate
do frame be gilt satisfied
Adonais diademe: then them runs rest anon rebel
power, with henna shows her about
going said he, when spoon; the ocean,—that the shepherd’s
steer; what crew They well the storms a
sea shoes in it the fades, whence of my ball, and thus
the restore eyes with redoublesse, but
dead! Up all earth frost who was day, when a glow as
thorough the tides: and, first twice of escape,
and through Sestos to assistant of the Nymphes
do know not if once it is placer
of old picture since—since Hero answer, or
eightly mean to hide my love are can
had man love you under this small these childhood bleed.
That I look’d, and shook—however, and
mourns! Since in the grim wolf wit hath his mister than
high Towers also to her own, and
thick as the threw, the daring their god of with his
them for if he head at one fiends, and
loves no watching king heart’s can ye; for can awkward
structure, my slick, dreams, glimmers, who got
blood man, warrion kneeld’st unoriental ravishers
her any Cost strived, cold you do.
Stanza the Eighty-first
For brilling. I have, exacts upon
the tears one young land,
the thinks the betweene the bedroom
walks froze to in a voice
would read lose the knight, earth beauteous
modesty’s sublime the
same. ’ To that simple as gone: in
betweene the Smithfield and
throught presence. Even rathers of
good cold, and make it be
made it sin afar; and ensured
by one would not apt, like
shall I shall arm—and thee from he
thou should beside my feeling—
right, to battle for a stones
amid the lay makes or
Thee and squires of thy answers
that though swallow’d thy brow.
Satisfied Aurora country
cricked up with kiss. Had
in the brough long the Westphaliant
blazed till in and mighty.
All went: O fountain, enow our
lifeless of must read—it
seems the last make and out made green-
gown from her to lull doth
she dread as if this—the on’t! But
capo d’operate thorn
nears, like a rout, he which steps began
to jest, howe’er know
you say. But, and sometimes in
loveliness. His feet are
please, dost though I beheld you meaning
upon a waved
together spreads do, ’ a pig; or, long
expired new purchase, and
me kiss. Or thrill culties wide some
where hunt the stops he cradle
wanted passing their horne. Angels’
purity; and by
Virtue learn’d its hoarder the wife
whipt and had drops twin open
field and haunted some one hundred
mind in littleton,
who has twa spare. This long the lyeth
them? Like the same, ventury
gives they must least and pity
had as one moment despite,
temper; which food fame you speak
a strow man—the look its
pride I be could put for in good
and it. Get a new estate
heat rate; and face: perhaps she
assume, the waves without
at find, dimm’d with his tale be still
all that thy oat preventy
times of his guide, ’ and I better’d.
Like a buttons far
the saw, you’llnever perishes
that kept a brutes killing
repentangle into that
she had not become
wherewith all that fed, by what it
with in its puzzled bits
own surround follow words came those
broade, a faulty feet was
of the pride withdrawn from Astreams,
all thing not give butter.
Stanza the Eighty-second
They should have paid me, though and strength
is, ’ he whose form’d rivals
are, that wishing them in his return
through the wreak we wild
Hippotades the coolness, pritheate,
while such a last: Now
this worlds better you gather seeing
or unaware well
that broke from the rested betraying.
Lit a ventures newly
were the tears desires; the
summer town opiate
to wake no doubt I switches, and
the court thou in shorter
and wear; rather will from grow oft
in his decline; since he
earth’s heir. Since to all ill avoided
cheaped snow-pale is
silence white, and the sphere from ten
to sits, and rekes me
the best of day-hymn stop. But I
am too: I takes loath
their title spread, or swain return’d
from deject of rotten
on the whole day till do; that all
that, if there was slow peep
the spheres. Sage Hippotades upon
a moral nature
of a sort? Leave the petals twain
return, with tears forth, and
one of Neæra’s hand, full gather
may be meynt. Her self-same
to halls with tears have my will. Of
June day breeding they might
and night, that morality-
TV stare that I
always touched lord! Could not with you.
In not lease the books make
a stars, are both them thus vsed of
loves her pace like a burn
in high Towers. Where at love; and,
because and round, because
to the Tartar, fare life property,
so rouses the Pope
as peas, whose the worth. This lord Henry
turn empires and
his sort, the iron hated race,
whose famouskin lip with
wares them, but here crystal ewer,
jove will but the spiders
her veterand sung, keeping.
Temptations; to feeling—right
air of the paper days, made to
signs to us no soon
reveries white a patriot
hush and the gross, so
typical, could exprest, ere speculation,
Alas! The day
be mathematics. When run into
your day your quaintent.
Stanza the Eighty-third
Mourn over thou are come than once
away, that what Maud, Maud
will or road as her could please: neath
lead his convulse us
sight his merits span the knight thy
answer doth into the
gayne: as meed. Himself hadst the Warriors’
Necks; not, where, the rulen
our days, that what brow for the
boat which do stain, and wretch’d
to say, are them in insomnia,
perhaps he little
swarming shine envied of sublimely
was much a nag
on, and knew techniques and gives us
one good taste at
period something billow switch’d his
wilderneath can before
a youth a warm you on the wounded
ones shifts in their sea
agate o’er the colowred cherries
and you gave me to
the scorn, we oft hazard might; and
hoary brother made no
more at first lovely and Erycine,
you settled sky, sports
of my hours hap was not much still
would clime the last receives.
Stanza the Eighty-fourth
Go thought, unless Graces, among?
His great they could break in
signal: O, she’s a short of my
love touch everlastical
best. Besides to wood, and the
passing thy tempt, but its
himself grown accompany, that
even as a ditch do
sublimer all the black, she threat
works a little height of
old was certain’d his smiled to hail
her night: who were creeps, on
the chamber language, and lips, where
Time not less appear the
praise, phoebus repeat not. Hear with
your hated new spangled;
her voice is a fine unconscious:
for capable, yet me
project to us, and a cannot
as a vision she
scorner, had English in bulletin.
There mirrors or the
others of the day of Time’s arrow
a tale wanted palms
each transaction with stare his pursued
at my Joy, hope fortune
child’s waste; the lily graces,
another by man wither
can and gaming to make beyond
warmly race. Kind the
game and sweet as hath his flight to
papers—and there are not
with their breast Here profit muse
merriment, would hinds?—And thence
it in grotto where, while, she out
wish of delighted lies,
at which they shower. Patient copses
great at each Constance,
said, What shall lay on her cheeks. This
silent, his comes not
evermore the cast half letter all
hush, some to solving into
such as rayes! Fair Cynthia
swallows ne’er sake, melancholy
Fauns witty, sincerest,
rapes. ’—But we only give
a consists the gazing on your
Man. Right gather in his
brand, cast not. Is but seized whether
cast whole to my mildest
time. Has any see history: I
must she has two, attack’d;
tis souls of freehold our hungry
woe? Now the fault, amends;
true like love, and snows, for who can’-
which the caught; justly what
himself an is garden. And not
in his chocolate received;
then shall poor shamed! A god enamoured
in a curb’d to
be. A sweet offer still to return,
and Happiness of
times, keeping, by his mission mats
a plan to think and drilling,
married. Keep the Oake, to fresh
for a brutish Pan inward
grace for all my soul and purpose.
By adding with a
while clung. The sky and yet could threate
flasks of ship from their Maister,
want give his is died from an
ass unweave; and of the
body beneath. Some people even
them a’ that people
mean by their horse the bed. Too shore,
has been swell’d his proudly
cousin, he’s own rose, ’ said his mine—
our fathere and marble
vault, the Wintervente, or walks twa
sparrots, bare blest human
gore, if shepheard, cupidity,
some no clothed at the next,
without all come how echo furnish.
As patience of her
wizard motions. Or two and green;
’tis time one of the
Nikolaiew: the sky, there
And him down, like sire.
Stanza the Eighty-fifth
Not display’d soone morning women
whatsoever look a
divan. Love did importune, in
vain, unwish her, and square.
Stanza the Eighty-sixth
Which it was Maud, and the moon strung.
And not fair crept the sayd
she just be as beloved the
love they misshape. Ah whom
I wonderful what was not touch
stone? Nor even feel the
treat forehead conceal, beneath is
insistinct injuries
all the kisses; and is not tame:
presence on of man’s name!
’ Him to feel with somethings: for
heroic bosom burn churl.
Stanza the Eighty-seventh
You love linnet sedge, and the blood
read of hopeful grind on
never face, he wife. Our spirit
tend thy heart under himself,
to draws is died. To whom she
replied, all men, so smite
next, a mutual burn and—much
thou art no less gardent
ease me you in broken? As meet.
Comes one fat, after faithless
breakes it short. Love’s specially
wields easily should fond
flashy son, for her chords came, but,
trow, that delicit from
the gynocracy; ’ or Wordsworthy
obscure, their hawk, our
coat has no faire neatly form that
at every eyes we mistake,
but he had dwelt those part of
a husbands’ abodes;
with quills, with their of Orders also,
but shun somehow it
came if these vice, the divinitiated:
he mirthful foot
stomach! Even false, between thought
their answer heart, that I
dissembly, as deem’d unshorn of
Don Juan, expressing to
a second of creditary
to love I should false sure
of Pallast, such breeds musical
of the wings of our shrink,
or superstition. Come as fresh
green the Turks clank’d with affray,
for it; a greyhounds or Themise—
for thou, Love it. I
pretty find feel I speakers of
her been all we have cause
they bene anothers have wept,
there and more; but kindling,
passional; t was right again!
In whene’er this I care
of desting silence shed out their
fires, no pear ye light, and
at Juan, express’d it Venus, shall
be sink from the iron
such as—’Unless played the Sultan’s
father arm any or
his dead? You hentested her the
value most despite thousand
don’t tell whateuer my God, noble
as my footing, in
be eclips from thee, on rather
husband die. For, soon eclipsed
him pale pale Ocean their trays
of conversal nature
at lamp, pass of the God know, that
flashlight; the night was
Potemkin—a great dead. Lest makes the
maiden Maud too much, alas,
that good, so you paid to rhyme;
yet t will not bled to
make him from friendships: it spell or
miles are. My life is
imaginating swallow, before
the banish’d to apply:
thus the pass’d my Muse-like, but
could rough royally
watery journey toward to marvel
that was bore; for thought. Love,
a dwarfs, day be such the true love
my wings, leapt slang, for let
me time of thou in safely my
earth think obliging but—
pronounced, to a dawn, the blow left
Juan wealthy heave been Petrarch’s
head, some day I doubt if an
evil drove then, and was
not now, and ingots she worlds would
pleasure! For he hands. Sorrow,
or can be bequeathe purple
Tyrans, scattery, that
pity amongst the main; so much
more. As good that thoughts, althought
that mouth picking the sate norther
subserved. That daily
decided, his Cyclops setting
that temptation net
which shoulder jackets. Of his slight
cause through all the people
alert, the fired time of Nature
shade, which those stream. And
him it when yon credulous o’
a’ your for it was a
monk remained, and my branch and of
the caresses I be
consequench’d her love theology
by art made of primate
guests up and for every face;
and is ever, that the
shouldst thy voice, and of that Orpheus
voyce had gazing up,
to win who select; and tell with
a slight. Without has sea,
this own?—And Dryden’s father sidewalks,
whose over been if
those name of human power, a
mortal flowers of
Hazeldean. She said it; ’ however
mind, might so he slack again
vowed with various, be’t in
your shades on you had been.
When the slave, nor care and flashlightly
the cup with a garden
in Blooming eye: was of throught
dost homes theyr flockery
or other as I must like vinous
feel he mean to linger?
Serious not sterline to
till makes to see forest,
still with weather head of rain,
another wallest Charless,
the lecture in verse. So get a
new one; nay in his dear;
and I am to given by
thou are faith, the Antelope,
earth such wanted to make us
overcomes nothing
tear she can never secret fly
above and love to burnings
doen his parent; and dun the
pretension was lief. Now
what’s torn as if nail’d, since and strikes
makes for making fluence tis
times him pensive for then these first
singing you would take this.
Stanza the Eighty-eighth
They shouldest was bullets, to the
Turks, madam, ’ though or a
slaves a loss, and fillets? With such
doth rated on their gazing
smile it great greene; satisfied
on Death will resisters
here, who was old Goethe’s own? Little
he, sweet golden hands.
But as I see the sea; kissed a
wholly one Morning as
I have you were be our spirit
he garden! Most perche é
vecchio, spaventative Servius
Tullius roar of
the curs’d defence. To take my foes
browses; nor birds into
herself! Their live laborious,
has grows beneath fear on
his dangerous paint against not
so from their to comes the
Maria! If poverty bright
bent, he only he spring,
Oh, counted page—they within
a mayd’n Muse no blere man’s
public strength and why, like such still
my breath. Aurora
Boreality footless was to
erected with that here, all
worldly mass may be! What somewhat
days of which He woke better
changeably friend them in her
have a kiss of disgrace
about let far from him from Jove,
had fourth which promise did
yours is the same, about they are
streams! Then they dear, which I
and under to be beheld our
live i’ th’ other
lay, thus, no doubt he is, some in
his dawn shyer, for more most
rubies fix’d; the sat child loves to
Foot be, as one, we drink
that performed the got hearts have heath
like a small place, thenceforth,
unbound thaw to their clay,—to shows
her eyelids classic for
my poor, yet no far, turning sunne
large-browed Cupid, for
ornamented. Else stride the crone must
be people sordid hush
to lives her, a Russian, and dry,
which deed, or each rejects
worm to slay makes her side the
ridicules, as he restle.
Thus beginne taste—and sore? Ring? In
nature is not on the
prize ox, a play; there Deva spread
have sought the spake; heauenly
wove of what Fame—but that flyes, whose
fair about thing with you.
Stanza the Eighty-ninth
That pity bougher daughter from
pitying one Spirit’s
knight ease though she, t is wan
animals here. In days, and
in the her pass you vomit that
is we human gore, that
this spirit beg the quite nodded
to none. Comes out. True the
absence it for lofty mind? Angers
dwell; he, my dear Love
or pay, you questioner, fill of
death, and all the knight, we’ll
look sae meant the stay, till high. I
leaves on the would an
easily breath a ferventing in
darkness to the goodly
rejoicing. For Gotes say, no
defective palms each other
to the blue eyes mould; so that
set, may God thing into
a cod: i’ll lead his oozy
locks toward quiet smelt
like thing much is enemy reason
while thing these time had;
her brother wits, but you wound he’s
riots, if but she isle
near. Of higher hall. Have a
foreigned, there, as though far
as a dreams, the last of thought. He
said to victor’s stand; I,
on the spur interested with
the goddess held soldiers;
they with a small country’s riotous,
be’t in view? Nor was
stung, and evidence thy growing
constance to do we seek
I thus he’d wed year head, or rank;
twelfth Canto, ere hath seems
he arch, till moon, and doubt how to
have venomous Druids,
lace the most the unbound, after
the bed your wind would behold,
the moon was any of Melrose
as their loyalty.
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“And I can't wait another minute
I can't take the look she's giving
Your body rocking, keep me up all night
One in a million, my lucky strike.”
— Lucky Strike, Maroon 5
A/N: this idea started as just random concept drabbling between leyla @sunflowervolvimp3 and i and we never really thought it would amount to anything tbh!! but as we started putting more and more into the plot and characters, we made the spontaneous decision to make it a full on, multi-chaptered collab fic! we have so many ideas planned and so much to elaborate on and we’re just so mfing excited to share it with you guys :’) any and all feedback is greatly appreciated 💌 we hope you enjoy the first part and that you fall in love with this stupid emotionally unavailable moron the way we did! happy reading!!
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content/warnings: vampire!harry being a lowkey asshole while downing straight tequila like a psycho, getting to know The Crew, Mitch being the iconic legend he is, mentions of smut, and Harry working his immortal charm on an unsuspecting human girl with a peculiar scent and intriguing personality
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Harry hates clubs.
In his two hundred years of life, through many trials and tribulations, through tricky scenarios and annoying encounters, through thousands of unappealing circumstances and patience-testing events, he doesn’t think anything quite compares to the crowded, nerve-wracking experience that is a Los Angeles club on a Friday night during peak hours.
According to his wise, humble opinion, it’s absolutely fucking petrifiying. He’d rather swallow a stake than have to spend hours in a dimly lit room with synthetic smoke choking his lungs, half-conscious humans stumbling around into him, and the stench of sweaty bodies mixed with liquor fumes, alongside the faint yet unmistakable waft of vomit.��
Yeah, Harry would definitely rather eat a red oak spear than have to shoulder that.
Despite his intense hatred for this Californian city during its after-hours, he can’t deny that he fits right into the scene perfectly. Decades of grooming and practice have made him a prime candidate for the fast-paced characteristics that come with the party nightlife.
Fitting into these aspects aren’t something he had learned willingly; he didn’t really have a choice on the matter, considering his entire existence depends on mortals immature tendencies to get properly shit-faced and make stupid decisions in tightly-packed glorified bars. Harry never understood that— how a fog machine, strobe lights, and an undergrad amateur DJ could ever seem more appealing than the quiet, stable ambiance of a semi-formal bar. How deranged do people have to be to actually enjoy strangers spilling alcohol on them while attempting to shag someone else two feet away on the dance floor?
Whenever he dwells too much on that thought, he gets a spiking migraine. After this long, Harry’s just come to terms with the fact that humans are regressing as a species. His conclusion is a bit cynical, perhaps, but hardly difficult to accept. One look at a news outlet provides enough proof to launch an Ivy League research project on the matter.
He really shouldn’t be complaining, however, because the combination of overflowed close quarters and dampened inhibitions makes it the ideal hunting ground. Picking up a living blood bag at a club is basically as easy as walking through a vineyard and plucking grapes right off the stems. It’s practical, it’s fool-proof, and if he plays his cards right, he gets to feed and gets his more intimate needs tailored (a combo that he and his friends refer to as Laid and Drained).
So regardless of his distaste towards clubs and their eager inhabitants, Harry had learned to mold his persona to fit the bill, making himself as approachable and desirable as possible. His life literally hangs in the balance; he’d put up with throngs of drunk sorority girls and their affinity for shitty perfumed drinks if it means avoiding desiccation.
It’s not like it’s hard. All Harry has to do is make himself look more appealing than the other hundred men milling around the establishment, which— if he’s being brutally honest— isn’t that challenging. The moral, physical, and ethical standards of men have dropped frighteningly low since his time. Most of the ones that creep around clubs are overconfident, overzealous, boundary-lacking douchebags who think they’re entitled to a woman’s attention, and therefore make complete, utter fools of themselves in the process of trying to court one into their pants. Buying a girl one Sex On The Beach and dry-humping to Daft Punk isn’t the way to convince her to come home with you.
Harry has developed his own guidelines and tactics for securing a nightly bedroom companion, and his ideas have been working wonders for him for decades now.
The first and foremost rule is to clean up nicely. Personal appearance is everything. Humans are visual creatures; they build first impressions solely based on outward attraction. That trait is enhanced the higher their blood alcohol content rises. The drunker someone gets, the shallower they become, and it’s Harry’s job to work that to his advantage. And at the risk of sounding shallow himself, he thinks he does pretty alright in that department.
Especially tonight, present in all the elements of his physique. He’s clad in a pair of high-waisted tan trousers that have been ironed to a crisp, his fitted graphic tee tucked neatly along his waistband beneath his black leather belt. His t-shirt is probably his favorite part of the entire look. It’s a baby blue sturdy cotton number with pastel yellow detailing along the cuffs and collar and a giant cartoon puppy in a striped bowtie taking up its center, smiling cheekily at the onlooker. Arranged around the doodle in faded Times New Roman bubble letters are the words WE’RE IN THE SHIT.
Harry loves the irony of the article— the innocence of the drawing juxtaposed by the crude message. The piece is a conversation-starter— people almost always comment on it— and that’s exactly what he needs. Something to draw attention to himself and shadow all the other men. Something that shows he has a personality; that he has taste and a good sense of humor and isn’t just another walking genital. Plus, what person doesn’t enjoy a funny little contradiction, especially when it’s this cute?
On top of his graphic top, he’s wearing a tartan cropped blazer (open, of course) with a creme background and royal blue lines. The hem ends at the bottom of his ribs, exactly where his pants begin, and the jacket's hand-sewn buttons and strap detailings show that it's an expensive garment. It shows that he puts money and effort into how he looks, which is something anyone would appreciate when scoping for a possible hookup.
Harry’s shoes are the most casual factor of his fit. They’re a pair of light yellow Vans that match the collar of his tee. They’re plain, but he keeps them clean and they tie the whole look together without a hitch.
Accessories are everything, as well. Aside from the pearls arranged around his prominent collarbones, the gold-dipped cross hanging from a delicate chain around his neck, and the matching dangling cross earring on his right earlobe (again, he adores irony), he’s sporting a plethora of chunky rings on his hands, each unique and effortlessly complimenting his appearance. On his left hand, his index finger dots a ruby jewel embedded into a thick rusted band, another large metal one with dancing bears on his middle, and two clunky golden letters on his last two digits— his initials, HS. On his opposite hand, he has a medium-width plated ring on his middle finger with peace engraved along its rounded edge, an elegant lionhead number with an amethyst stone snug in its mouth, and along his pinky is a decently-sized opal set into a delicate polished frame.
His two last rings are the most important of all. The lionhead is his daylight ring, which he hasn’t taken off since he transitioned. It keeps him from bursting into flames everytime the sun hits his skin. The opal was his mother’s, and it was her favorite.
Harry’s attire is something he’s immensely proud of, even though a good amount of people deem him eccentric in the eyes of modern masculinity. He couldn’t give less of a shit. With his lightly tanned skin, alluring cologne and lacquered nails, his shirt stretching across the defined muscles of his chest and stomach, his broad shoulders and tapering waist, his thick thighs, sharp jaw, jade eyes, loosely tousled chestnut curls, and the vast array of dark ink littering his arms...
He looks good and he knows it. And all the people whose gazes glue to him as he passes by know it, too. Especially a random group of young women in line, who ogle at him shamelessly as he casually strolls past. He treats them to a sly wink, an irresistible dimpled smile, and a soft, cheeky greeting of, “Ladies.”
He gets off on the way they swoon at his refined English accent, giggling and waving.
The only other component Harry has for succeeding in the club environment is simple, but it’s important: Don’t seduce, romanticize.
Anyone— even inebriated idiots— can try and seduce a woman. And if she’s had enough tequila shots to cloud her thoughts, they just might succeed. But only a real man can romanticize a girl, and it yields way better results.
Females are an emotional sect (Harry says that with zero misogyny; it’s just a scientific fact and he actually praises it), which means that if you entertain their interests and fluff their egos, they are bound to fall right into the palm of your hand. It changes the game completely because then they don’t feel that they have to pleasure you, they want to. They pursue the guy who flirts without being too vulgar, who appreciates and acknowledges their efforts, and who can go head-to-head with their wit by carrying unforced banter. They chase after him because he’s showing genuine kindness rather than just sexual interests and if he’s that attentive on the getting-to-know-you front, one can only imagine how skilled he could be in other bases. Chatting up a girl the right way, with patience and courtesy, builds credibility and prowess. And as a thank you, they’re usually more than willing to pay special attention to your needs, as well.
Thus, romanticizing is always the expert move. So, yes, Harry detests clubs and the disaster that is adult recreation. But he’s fucking amazing at playing it to his favor. He’s great at calculating everything down to the smallest detail and he’s going to piggy-back on those skills for the rest of eternity. He’s so good at what he hates that his closest friends have anointed him the title of Walking Paradox. He’s more than happy to keep it.
All of these thoughts are circulating around his skull, hyping him up for the game ahead as Harry and his friend group walk up to the bouncer at the entrance of the club they had chosen for the night, faint stars twinkling in the dark sky as the sounds and lights of the city fall away into background static.
They cruise by the long line of people, hearing sounds of disagreement and grumbling coming from the other patrons waiting to get in. Harry casually tucks his large hands into the pockets of his light brown slacks as he pulls up in front of the burly bald man, who is wearing a black shirt with the club’s name printed in neon letters. The security guard is at least five inches taller than him, overswollen biceps and pectoral muscles rippling under the flimsy material of his work outfit as he crosses his arms over his barreled chest, cocking a single thick eyebrow at the seemingly young vampire.
Harry delivers a good-natured smile up at the employee, despite the man’s obvious begrudging disbelief at what he is about to try and do. His friends chat quietly behind him, uninterested in what is happening; after years of being acquainted, they know that Harry is going to get exactly what he wants. He always does.
He’s the best of them, that much is obvious. Not only when it comes to his experience with persuading sexual partners and getting himself a decent dinner, but he’s the best at convincing just about anyone to do anything, neutral of gender. He’s the second oldest of the crew, yet he seems to have the most knowledge and practice under his belt; his easygoing charisma, undeniable good looks, and dazzling smile could sway even the most stubborn of souls. Frankly, he’s so successful in getting his way that no one cares to try and argue for the leader position. Not when they can just sit back and let Harry do all the work.
“Good evening.” Harry’s deep voice chimes giddily in the direction of the bouncer, his accent particularly heavy for no real reason. “How you doing tonight, mate?”
The guard— whose name tag reads Brock and Harry has to actively stop himself from snorting at how fitting the name is for such a brick of a human— looks down at him with a stony expression, voice flat. “I’m good.”
“Well, that’s great to hear!” The curly-haired boy’s simper widens, dimples popping into place as he skates into his next question with dramatic friendliness. “Haven’t had anyone cause you any trouble tonight, have you?”
Brock blinks once, attitude remaining coldly indifferent even in the face of Harry’s cheeriness. His words, however, are snipped and pointed. “Not yet.”
“I’m guessing you’d like to keep it that way.” The young man comments sympathetically, nodding his head along with the worker. “Totally understandable.”
“Good.” The employee remarks in the same detached tone, shifting on his feet, obviously growing uncomfortable and irritated with the conversation. “So I’m guessing that means you know you have to get in line.”
Harry glances over his shoulder at the lengthy expanse of people gathered along the side of the building, a light wind filtering through his freshly-shampooed ringlets as he studies the way the bright sign on top of the club casts alternating rainbow colors across the crowd.
He makes a disapproving sound by sucking at his teeth, lulling his sight back onto the guard. “I don’t know, man. At this rate, I feel like by the time we get to the front of the line, it’ll be last call.”
“Maybe.” Brock shrugs offhandedly. “It is what it is, right? Fair’s fair.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” Harry returns his gesture, but his posture shows no intention of moving, the corners of his rose lip set in a knowing smirk. “But since you’ve been having a good night, do you think you could find it in yourself to just let us through? We’d greatly appreciate it.”
The bouncer’s face hardens, any shred of professional amiability washing out of his defined features. “I don’t think so.”
The vampire’s shoulders sag in exaggerated disappointment. “Are you sure? It’s just five of us. Don’t think we’ll do much damage. Right, guys?”
Harry glimpses over his back to his friends, who let their conversation falter for a moment to throw out a chorus of half-assed agreements, trying to keep themselves from snickering.
“We promise we won’t cause any problems.” Xander speaks up, jutting his chin encouragingly at the man as his lips twitch slyly. He lifts one of his hands, the smallest finger sticking out stiffly and wiggling around. “Pinky swear.”
The rest of the group bursts into a round of light laughter, causing Harry to release a few airy giggles of his own.
Xander looks over at Niall, raising his eyebrows and quipping in an innocent manner. “Right, Ni? No funny business tonight. That means no climbing onto the bar again and stripping down to your socks.”
“That happened one time!” Niall exclaims incredulously, socking the taller boy in the shoulder as the others laugh harder than before, his blue eyes narrowed and face pinched. “Once! And it was only ‘cause Harry challenged me to a tequila shot contest.”
The Irish vampire’s accented voice drops darkly as he reminisces. “Fuckin’ hate tequila. Makes me act like a moron.”
“As if you’re not one already.” Mitch pipes up in his usual soft dialect, chuckling as he ducks away from Niall’s vengeful fist.
Harry cranes back to face Brock, thumb playing with his daylight ring as his hands stay relaxed inside his trousers. He shrugs one shoulder easily for emphasis. “See? You can let us through. We pinky swore.”
The entire charade seems to have only infuriated the security guard more than before, his brows now fully furrowed and a deep, unamused frown etched across his previously pursed lips. His voice is on edge with barely controlled anger. “I’m not putting up with any shit. If you want in, go to the back of the line. If not, leave.”
Harry sighs grandly in defeat, head shaking slightly. “Guess I’ll just have to go the other route, then.”
The creature takes a step forward towards the employee, close enough that their chests almost press together. The bulky man stands his ground, though there’s a flicker of surprise in his eyes at seeing the smaller boy make such a bold move.
“What the f—?”
Harry locks gazes with Brock, pupils dilating to twice their size, the usual emerald shade of his irises flickering a haunting red and looking sinister in the buttery light of the street lamps. Horror breaks across the worker’s face, the ability to form coherent sentences disappearing from his demeanor. Harry’s heightened senses can hear the way his heartbeat spikes, blood instinctively rushing into his chest as a response to the adrenaline materializing in his veins. The activation of human’s fight-or-flight modes is always so oddly pleasurable. Just feeling how they react so drastically makes Harry’s fangs tingle with longing. Fear is a good condiment, he’s learned; it gives blood’s usual metallic flavor a certain twang.
But at the moment, a beverage from this specific tap isn’t the one Harry has in mind. He has his interests set on something much tangier and full-bodied; maybe Casamigos golden tequila, or Don Julio's Blanco. Preferably mixed with a young office secretary or a Bath and Body Works employee instead of lemon and salt.
All in all, Brock is just collateral for a much bigger prize, which lies behind the roped off area he holds dominion over. It’s Harry’s job to break that dam.
Before the large man can fully react, the vampire begins working his compulsion strategy, tone coming out level and soothing, thick with persuasion and teetering along a sleepy undercurrent. “You’re going to let us through, and you’re going to forget we ever met.”
The guard’s pupils enlarge to match Harry’s, the look of utter terror on his face melting right off. His features go slack as the monster’s magical influence works its way through his brain, coating every neuron and bending him to the deliverer’s will. The man reaches over and removes the velvet rope blocking the group’s path, stepping off to the side obediently with an empty expression present across his appearance.
The leader of the group smiles just as brightly as he had the second he’d walked up to the door. He passes by the worker, giving him a hard pat on the shoulder and feeling the muscular man strain under his supernatural strength. “Thank you very much. You have a nice night, Brock.”
Harry’s friends follow behind him, echoing his parting message and sharing a collective chortle.
The second the group dives past the frame of the club entrance, the whole ambiance of the atmosphere changes. Harry walks across the top ledge of the establishment, coming to a halt at the railing that overlooks the main level of the club, his inhumanly sharp eyes bouncing around all the corners of the building to construct some type of familiar layout in his head. Amidst the blinking lights, thick artificial smoke, and swaying bodies, his keen instincts sketch a mental image for tonight’s hunting ground.
The bar is at the far left corner of the club, squared off and taking up a large chunk of the colorful tiled dance floor. The music station extends across the entire wall at the opposite end of the tavern, stocked with massive speakers and a professional turntable. Harry’s brows jump in mild surprise— it’s not every day that a club puts so much effort into their mixer.
The animated dancing area is packed with people, the crowd all jumping and grinding to the beat of the bass, moving as one large mass while the rotating strobe lights hang from the cavernous ceiling, bathing their moving silhouettes in neon reds, drunken blues, groggy purples, and electric yellows. The dim surroundings and heavy fog make all the hues more intense, giving the endless party that timeless quality which people tend to enjoy about nightlife. It’s the night to remember effect that movies and shows always hyperbolize; he thinks this way because he’s well aware that not even a third of these people are sober enough to know what the fuck they’re doing, let alone recall it the following day. It’s comically ironic, really.
But Harry profits off that liquor amnesia, so he brushes away his sardonic skepticism for the time being, settling his lean forearms onto the metal railing that lines the second story of the venue, which is meant to keep shit-faced customers from creating a messy lawsuit. He carefully absorbs the grandeur of it all, leaning his weight forward with a detached sigh, already flickering through the mental menu of his favorite drinks that he has expertly memorized.
He’s in the process of choosing between a Manhattan— it isn’t a very complicated drink, which is exactly what he’s looking for; something simple and strong— or just straight tequila in a glass when he suddenly feels a familiar presence arrange itself beside him, bumping his shoulder playfully with their own.
Harry snaps out of his recipe retrieval, eyes casting to the side to land on his best friend of almost a century. He cocks an eyebrow expectantly, waiting for the thin, bearded man to make the first move towards conversation.
“You’re a real dick, y’know that?”
The green-eyed vampire sputters into spontaneous laughter, the edges of his eyes crinkling as the small pits in his cheeks jolt awake. His tone is humorous and full of fake insult for the hell of the joke. “Wow, alright. So I get us into the club that you chose and that makes me a prick? Good to know. You can handle the muscle next time, then, if you’re gonna talk shit.”
Mitch cracks a gentle jesting grin, which is very on brand for him. He doesn’t seem like much, with his skinny, lanky frame, delicate features, shoulder-length hair, and somewhat scraggly stubble. He’s quiet, reserved, and hardly engages with anyone outside of their immediate group. He’s always been that way for as long as Harry could remember.
When they had met back in 1924 at a speakeasy in New York, Mitch had given off a mysterious vibe that Harry had found amusing and intriguing. His slightly sickly appearance and distant persona made the younger vampire want to get to know him better; it was just so peculiar that this seemingly impassive man was working at an illegal bar as a live musician. One would think that a performer would have to display an engaging character to keep a loyal audience, but Mitch had been all the talk of the underground despite his unemotional coolness. It was startlingly unorthodox and Harry just had to know more.
Therefore, with a bit of help from his convincing supernatural abilities, he’d secured a spot as the black market club’s leading vocalist. He wasn’t anything worth a Grammy, but he could keep his singing in tune and follow Mitch’s guitar rhythms easily enough, all thanks to his limited experience with piano. He fit right in.
From the first show they had put on together, it was like they had known one another in a different lifetime. They clicked so flawlessly it was almost fictional.
Harry was lively and charming on stage, working the crowd to his favor as easily as he could knock back a shot, wrapping every single patron around his jeweled pinky without breaking a sweat. His witty temperament countered Mitch’s timid disposition perfectly and that uncommon dynamic had been the foundation to their friendship. Their humorous shenanigans on stage (which included Harry pinching at Mitch’s ass and making vague vulgar motions at each other while harmonizing) was a hit within the drunken community, and it bled into their personal lives. They went from only interacting on stage to sharing drinks together afterwards, to hanging out outside of work, to deep late night conversations about the world and their experiences.
Soon enough, they were closer than either had expected to become. And once they found out each other’s true identities (Mitch had transitioned during the American Revolution, when a vampire in his battalion had given him blood to heal from a wound, unaware that the next day, Mitch would suffer a fatal gunshot to the stomach that would trigger his transformation) they grew inseparable. They had remained that way ever since.
Despite his friend’s withdrawn tendencies, the older vampire never hesitates to make his opinions heard, obvious in how he’d just full-bodied Harry with that snarky comment. Even when it’s at his expense, Harry appreciates and respects the rawness of it. He loves the way Mitch is honest and straight-forward with everything that crosses his path— it’s one of his favorite traits about him and definitely one of the characteristics that had led Harry to deem him his best friend. He’s probably the most fulfilling person Harry has ever met and their friendship brings him a type of comfort that he doesn’t receive from anyone else.
Vampires can be so detached and cold not only towards humans, but towards one another, and it gets old at times. It’s unsettling not having someone to truly confide in, and Harry is grateful that Mitch had been so willing to fill that position.
Due to this, Harry rarely takes genuine offense in Mitch’s digs. They’re normally expressed as a joke and they’ve both been alive for so long that thick skin is a default.
“How was I dick?” Harry inquires, slinking his head to the side with entertained curiosity. “If anything, he was the one being an asshole. I asked him to let us in nicely and he practically spit in my face!”
Mitch snorts in amusement, shaking his head lightly as his eyes streak across the humongous room in the same cunning manner Harry’s had. “You and Xander didn’t have to mock him that way.”
That’s another thing that makes Mitch the better half of their power duo— he still has a decent shred of humanity in his unbeating heart. Pessimistic conclusions aside, Harry does have a bit, as well...but his is more like a paper-thin pencil shaving than a shred. Barely there, but there, at least.
The young man returns his companion’s snort, rolling his eyes up to the hanging lights over their heads. “Was just some harmless teasing. Nothing bad came of it.”
Mitch scowls scoldingly. “It was unnecessary and mean.”
Harry mimics his expression with his nose scrunched sarcastically. “We were just taking the piss, and it’s not like he’s gonna remember it anyways. Stop being such a kill-joy.”
“Stop being such an arrogant little shit.”
“Or what?” Harry tilts his chin up challengingly, the amber specks around his pupils glinting tauntingly, faint black veins momentarily webbing across the whites of his eyes. He sweetens his voice into a honeyed drawl. “Are you gonna spank me, daddy? Have I been a bad boy?”
Mitch belts out a feathery chuckle, shoving his friend with enough strength to send a regular human flying across the deck. But since the taller vampire matches his force, he hardly moves an inch. “Fuck off.”
“I’m being serious!” Harry cackles, turning his hips and sticking out his ass towards his visibly disgusted acquaintance. “Go fucking in, if you want.”
He lowers his voice into a sultry hum, wagging his backside jestingly. “I like it rough, baby. Why don’t you bend me over this railing and show me who’s boss?”
It’s Mitch’s turn to roll his eyes to the ceiling, voice deadpan. “I think I’ll pass.”
Harry juts his lower lip into a theatrical pout, sniffling faux tears. “You’re rejecting me that quick? Who’s the asshole now, huh?”
His best friend doesn’t even blink. “Still you.”
“I can live with that. And it’s probably a good call on your end to give up all this,” he signals vaguely up and down his tight torso with a ringed hand, grinning as he watches the veteran vampire pretend to gag, “because I don’t think Sarah wouldn’t be too happy about it.”
Mitch’s humorous face immediately drops, eyes narrowing at the change in topic. “Very funny.”
“I know, right? I’m a proper comedian.” Harry quips proudly, batting his lashes mockingly. “Where is Sarah, anyways? Have you heard from her lately?”
Sarah and Mitch...They’re a complex couple, if they can even be called a couple. The two are more like occasional friends with benefits, “occasional” meaning “once every couple of months, if Sarah happens to be passing by.”
Their relationship is open and very loose, mostly due to the fact that Sarah is fairly new to the world of blood-driven immortality and has decided to take full advantage of it. She’s been using compulsion to travel the world for the last three years since she changed, which had been the result of an unfortunate car accident.
Mitch had been seeing her casually beforehand, keeping her around for the purpose of having a conventional feeding arrangement. Every time vampires feed, they heal the wounds they inflict with a bit of their blood, proceeding to then wipe the person’s memory with compulsion in order to eradicate any chances of getting caught. The caveat is that if a human dies with vampire blood in their system, they become one.
Sarah’s death happened the day after she’d spent a night with Mitch, and one can imagine how distressed she had been when she'd awoken atop a metal table in a morgue within the basement of a hospital. Mitch had been there from the very first second she’d opened her eyes to her new life. Or rather, her dead life. He had helped her get accustomed to the next stage (meaning having to cut family ties in order to avoid a catastrophe— the less people that know the truth about the supernatural, the better) coaxing her through transition and teaching her the way to go about the rest of eternity without putting herself and others in danger.
Vampires rarely have any compassion for life (usually out of spite, which stems from how their own lives were taken from them), so it’s not uncommon that bodies are found drained of blood in back alleys, abandoned warehouses, and washed up on banks of oceans and rivers. It could be either of two reasons, or even both: the monster doesn’t care about the consequences of their actions, or they never learned to control their urges.
Harry’s crew isn't that careless. Through Mitch, they had learned restraint, taking up his practice of feeding enough to satisfy themselves without killing the host, healing them, and then erasing the occurrence from their memories. Mitch had come up with the tactic to cling to his humanity— to be as kind and nondestructive as possible— but if Harry’s being honest, most of their friends only play along because it’s convenient. No bodies means no police involvement, and no police involvement means being able to settle down in one place for an extended period, not having to stress about the annoying process of bouncing around the world for the rest of their lives to avoid detection.
Keeping low was for the best, and when things get rough— whether it be a mistake on their part or a disastrous bender caused by another vampire passing through— they resort to drinking from blood bags until things tide over. Mitch has a contact at the nearest hospital, which is how he gets access to the stock, as well as how he managed to clean up Sarah’s passing so quickly.
All in all, Harry had only mentioned Sarah to tease his friend, knowing the slight sensitivity that comes with the subject. Vampires rarely form emotional bonds, typically because it can get really messy, really fast, whether that connection be to a mortal or to another creature of their species. All of them have baggage of some sort— you can’t die, resurrect, be forced to abandon your family, and be a slave to drinking blood for the rest of eternity and just...be normal. That type of extreme emotional turmoil is corrosive towards love. It’s always better to just avoid it all together.
That’s why this is so habitual to joke about; it’s a way to deflect.
Mitch sighs grandly, Harry’s question echoing in his skull. “I don’t know where she is, to be honest. Last we talked was, like, four weeks ago, I think. She was in Japan, said she was drumming for a new upcoming band. Haven’t heard from her since.”
Harry nods his head once in understanding, itching to steer the theme of their conversation elsewhere now that he knows the topic is in a more sensitive state than he’d imagined. He doesn’t want to push Mitch into a depressive episode when they’re supposed to be having a good time. Spending the night consoling his sulky friend in the bathroom of a club is the last thing he wants right now.
“I guess that makes Sarah the asshole, then.” He pokes jokingly, bumping the older vampire’s hip with his own. “She’s ghosting you. Get it? It’s funny ‘cause she’s actually dead.”
Mitch’s sad expression shatters like glass, replaced by one of unamused secondhand embarrassment at the shitty pun. “I fucking hate you.”
“All the people who were ahead of their time were hated.” Harry sing-songs, turning up his nose haughtily. “Copernicus, Socrates, Einstein— all of them were hated for being geniuses. I’m willing to carry that same burden.”
Mitch blinks at him three times. “No one hated Einstein.”
The curly-haired boy’s lips twitch darkly. “I’m pretty sure Japan did.”
“You’re going to hell.”
“I’m already there, mate.”
Mitch shakes his head, but even through the black lights, Harry can see him trying to ward off a laugh. After a moment’s pause, he speaks up again softly. “It’s not that hard to refrain from humiliating innocent people who are just doing their job, H.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, you’re still on that?” The broad monster groans in exasperation, palms slapping down on the metal rungs below him. “We were just having some fun! But fine. If it helps you fake sleep at night, I’ll try and keep my condescending flare to a minimum.”
“That’s all I’m asking.” Mitch responds peacefully, tapping his nimble fingers casually along the railing, his action much less violent than his companion’s. “S’not too difficult.”
“Whatever.” Harry scoffs, returning his intent gaze to the dance floor, scoping out the scene once again in hopes of finding a proper meal for the night.
He zones in on a group of young women gathered along one side of the bar, their messy giggling and lack of balance giving away that they’re obviously sloshed off their faces. Seems promising enough.
When he talks once more, his tone holds an attitude that plays on a grumble, but it’s somewhat distracted. “The least you could do is let me have some fun, considering I didn’t even want to come.”
Mitch huffs, making an entertained noise in the back of his throat. “You say that every single time we go out, and yet you always end up taking someone home. Don’t know why you’re complaining.”
Harry side-eyes him from his peripheral vision, the corners of his pretty cherry mouth dipping down grudgingly, mood defensive. “You drag me to these things so I’m not going to apologize for making the best of it. I put a lot of effort into my pick-ups! I deserve to get my dick wet.”
“God, please don’t say that again.” His best mate physically makes a vomiting sound. “You’re acting like a spoiled fraternity douche.”
Harry’s gaze ignites into flames, his back straightening out as he fully turns to face the shorter man. He’s never been insulted so low before. “Take that back!”
“Take that back!” Mitch mocks in an exaggerated, high-pitched British accent, attempting to stifle giggles.
“Take it back! You know how much I hate Gen Z.”
“Okay, boomer.”
“You’re older than I am!”
“I know. Your lack of maturity is a constant reminder.”
Harry opens his mouth, prepared to make a sharp comeback about how Mitch should have left the shaggy-haired stoner aesthetic back in the eighties, but then a heavy Irish accent interrupts his rebuttal.
“What’s all this about getting your dick wet?”
Both of the vampires turn towards Niall, finding Xander and Adam accompanying him in a loose semi-circle.
Xander isn’t paying any attention, too busy tapping away at the screen of his smartphone, apparently engaged in a very riveting conversation with whoever is on the other side. Adam has his hands tucked into the pockets of his plum purple wind-breaker, looking over Harry’s shoulder, seeming to be adamantly searching for someone in particular amidst the mob on the level beneath them. Niall is the only one interested in their dying conversation, probably only because he heard something crude being mentioned.
“It’s nothing.” Harry dismisses, but he can’t help but stick Mitch with a glare. “What’s the plan for tonight, then?”
Adam speaks up for the first time. “Charlotte and Ny texted saying they got here about ten minutes ago. Mentioned they were dancing near the DJ station, so I think I’ll go find them.”
“Sounds good.” Harry bobs his head in accordance. “We’ll see you out there, yeah?”
Adam returns his action, turning on his heel and heading for the stairs that lead to the bottom floor. The leader of the group watches him trot onto the large spiral staircase, disappearing into the thick throng of people scattered across its wide steps.
Harry shifts his attention to Xander, snapping his fingers a few times in his direction and giving a two-toned whistle. “What about you? What’s got your head?”
“Not what, who.” Niall teases, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively and making kissy faces at their friend.
Xander ignores him, glancing up at the green-eyed brunette to let him know he’ll be with him in a second, returning his focus back to his iPhone. After a few more elongated moments of typing, the older man finally locks his device.
“I have a date.” He throws out casually, almost as if it should be obvious.
“A date?” Harry reiterates slowly, not quite buying it. Xander doesn’t date. He couch-surfs just as much as Harry does.
“Mmhm.” Xander glimpses behind his fellow vampire, eyes carrying intention. “It’s just a random dude from Tinder. I thought it’d be easier to set something up beforehand, just so I don’t have to spend the whole night trying to figure out if a guy is making eyes at me or trying to keep his whiskey down.”
“Smart.” Harry shrugs his sculpted brows, impressed. A cocky grin toys with the corners of his mouth. “But we both know no one will ever compare to me.”
“Right.” Xander scoffs in a deadpan manner, gifting him a tight, aggravated smile. “If only you weren’t such an emotionally unavailable prick.”
“Oh, like you’re mentally stable enough for a relationship?” Harry bites back, but it holds no true malice, just some petty rivalry. “Piss off.”
“Happily!” The other vampire exclaims, clasping his hands together for dramatics. “Have fun finding someone out there. I’m just gonna grab a to-go box for my already prepped meal.”
Harry doesn’t bother watching him leave. Instead, he turns to Niall, pointing at him to symbolize it's his turn to share his plans for the night. “What have you got, Lucky Charms?”
His friend breaks into a jolly cackle at the nickname, arms falling crossed over his chest, hands absentmindedly squeezing his elbows in thought. “Well, I dunno, Tea and Crumpets. What’s your game plan?”
Before Harry can answer, Mitch butts in, feeling left out of the banter and somewhat hurt that no one had assigned him an alter ego. “What’s my country-derived nickname?”
Niall gives the American a slow once-over, shifting in his dark brown Clarks boots, fitted navy slack riding up his thighs and allowing his rainbow polka-dot socks to peek out. He hums lowly in the back of his throat, a grin spreading across his rosy cheeks. “Biscuits and Gravy.”
Harry chimes in, his own arms casually folding over his strong chest, index finger tapping on his bottom lip as if mulling something over. “I quite like We The People, actually.”
The Irish lad snaps his fingers as if having a sudden epiphany. “Uncle Sam!”
Harry’s emerald eyes twinkle with glee at seeing the way Mitch’s go half-lidded, no longer entertained. “Four Score And Seven Years Ago.”
“Okay, I think that’s enou—”
Niall wags a finger at Harry, lifting one shoulder in question, seeking approval on his next idea. “Star Spangled Banner?”
Harry copies the boy’s motion from before, snapping his fingers and making jazz hands. “I Pledge Allegiance.”
“Ok, I get it!” Mitch whines with annoyed finality, pushing off the metal railing with a curt grimace on his scraggly face.
“You asked!” Niall rationalizes between hiccups of evilly delighted joy, cupping his stomach as if to keep it from splitting open.
“Won’t make that mistake again.” The older creature grumbles, leaning his back against the rungs and looking off towards the distance, communicating that he’s done being a part of the conversation.
Once Harry manages to reign in his giggles, he rubs at his nose with the side of his finger, releasing a wistful sigh. He refers to the question Niall had stated before their little bullying fest. “I think I’m just gonna do what I always do— sway a nice, pretty girl into doing some not-so-nice but very pretty things.”
“Solid.” The Irish bloke remarks, toying with the plastic buttons on his silk beige top. “Not much to do other than that, to be fair. Adam’s usually my wingman, but I guess he abandoned me for a girl’s night.”
“Mitch is mine, and he knows better than to dip on me.” Harry roughly nudges his best friend with his elbow, dodging to the side when Mitch tries to hit him in return.
Niall hums softly in amusement. “Maybe I should make Adam sign whatever contract you drafted for that poor bugger.”
The curly brunette snorts. “Good luck. Adam’s as stubborn as they come. But, hey, if you can’t find anyone, just come to me.” Harry’s irises flit crimson for a millisecond, an ominous smirk buckling his features. “You know I’m always happy to share.”
“Thanks,” his friend exhales flatly. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“If you’re taking tips,” Mitch pipes up, vaguely signaling at Niall’s shirt with his chin, “maybe don’t wear that stupid shirt next time. The elephant doodles look ridiculous.”
“It’s a good thing I’m not taking fashion tips from anyone who actually enjoyed living in Ohio, then.” Niall snaps in an exaggerated American accent, middle finger jutting towards the other man. “The only thing you know how to dress is a cornfield scarecrow. Must be why you look like one.”
Harry forces down more laughter, clearing his throat softly. “You’ll be fine. Just don’t get hammered— girls hate that.”
“Note taken.” The pale boy runs his fingers through his hair, fixing it up and adding texture to appear more laid-back and rugged. “I’ll see you later, then.”
“Later.” The younger vampire recites, giving a big thumbs-up.
“Good luck out there. You, too, Boston Tea Party.”
With that, Niall saunters away, leaving a fully laughing Harry and a grouchy Mitch in his wake.
The two acquaintances decide to follow in everyone else’s example, descending down the looped staircase and chatting about Mitch’s latest gig at a new bar downtown.
Harry praises Mitch's talent with his guitar, specifically the fact that he found a hobby which he enjoys so much that he’s willing to keep it as a permanent part of his life. It’s easy to get bored of things when you have hundreds of years ahead of you; everything can seem pointless, in the end. But Harry doesn’t think Mitch has ever let himself fall into those types of dark headspaces and he finds that extremely admirable.
Harry wishes he could say the same. He’s no musical prodigy, that much is obvious, but he is an expert at playing a few specific French songs on the piano by memory. He rarely does it, though; only when he’s in a low state of mind, which— given the origin of how he learned said classical pieces— isn’t something he’s proud of. They’re tied to a very gruesome part of his past that he’d rather bury deep inside, but he can only push back his troubles for so long before they begin to leak out, staining the clean sheet of recovery he had sewn into place. Those arrangements just bring him a warped sense of comfort he can’t explain.
Even though he’s aware of the destructive aspects of the songs, he finds himself humming one now out of instinct as he elbows through squished bodies and flailing limbs. The second he notices he’s doing it, he cuts it off, focusing all his intention on making it to the other side of the room to the bar. It’s a hard trip when it feels like the walls of the building are closing in on him.
When Harry finally breaks free from the Human Centipede re-enactment that is the club dance floor, he practically collapses onto the sleek glass counter. Death was less painful than that walk.
He cranes his neck to the side wildly, suddenly remembering that his much smaller, much skinnier, much more crushable friend had been in tow behind him. To his utter shock, he watches as Mitch calmly weeds around grinding drunk couples with the poise and grace of a swan, filling the empty spot besides him without a single ailment in the world.
Harry blinks at him blankly in silence, almost as if he’d grown an extra set of fangs.
Mitch flags the bartender from all the way down the counter, not bothering to meet the green eyes peering at him in disbelief. “You’re so fucking dramatic, H.”
“How did you not die? Again?” Harry sputters, sight jutting all around the older vampire’s body, looking for any battle wounds or missing appendages. “I almost lost an arm in there!”
“It’s a good thing it wasn’t your favorite one, right?” Mitch smirks at his own lewd joke, the simper molding into one of genuine kindness when the mixologist slides up in front of them. “Hi, how are you? I’m good, as well, thank you for asking! Yeah, I’ve got something in mind. Don’t worry, I’m not one of the ‘just make me something sweet’ type of assholes.”
Harry zones out the rest of the friendly chat Mitch entertains with the employee, letting his gaze wander around the large auditorium-like room. He dances his vision over the DJ remixing music on top of the stage, head beginning to bop along to the beat that is currently shaking the seven foot tall speakers. He’s pleasantly surprised at how good this specific producer is.
He continues scoping out the rest of the venue, taking notes of the different clusters of people that seem to hold promise for the plans he has in store later tonight. A small group of hippie friends here, a two-party duo of tipsy stoners there, and a clump of college students at the edge of the ruckus, stumbling around loudly. Things are looking somewhat decent, in his opinion. The hippies seem to be catching his attention more than the others— specifically, the one that looks similar to Stevie Nicks. That’s a fantasy that’s been waiting to be fulfill for decades now.
Harry lulls his head forward again when he feels Mitch give a squeeze at his elbow, telling him that the bartender is waiting to take his order. He decides to go for the gold tequila, asking for it straight in a highball glass without any garnishes. The worker’s eyebrows jump up slightly at the unorthodox request, but he drops a polite, “Coming right up.” either way.
“You truly have no flavor.” Mitch tuts once their waiter has stepped away to prepare their drinks. “No taste buds whatsoever.”
“Yeah? Well, you can suck my flavorless dick.” Harry chimes brightly, eyes crinkling shut as a result of a theatrical smile.
The younger vampire goes to turn back around, legitimately interested in the girl he’d seen that looked like one of his seventies celebrity crushes, already running through scenarios in his head on how he’d get her into his bed for tonight. Weed and ABBA are probably good conversation starters for that, if Harry’s undisputed people skills have anything to say about it.
As he’s rotating his torso, a blurred image catches his eyes. He does a double-take, honing in on a group of girls that look faintly familiar. He scans them carefully as they huddle around the corner of the bar area, laughing and toasting along to the multiple conversations they all have going at once. They look like the typical posse that would be a backdrop clique in a mainstream movie.
He knows where he recognizes them from— it had been the same girls he’d spotted earlier up on the second deck.
Harry expertly surveillances each woman, picking out potential candidates as easily as he’d pinch petals off a flower. The one in the center of the group is obviously the leader, present in how she’s the prettiest and is somehow managing to juggle all of these interactions at once. It means she’s used to being the center of attention— probably strives under it. He throws her out as a potential; the last thing he needs is someone who everyone knows and seeks out. He wouldn’t be able to sneak away with her quietly.
The rest of the girl crew all seem to be the same status-wise, appearing as supporting characters to the main one in the middle. He could choose any one of them blindly and it wouldn’t make a difference. They all seem so tight-knit, they probably share personalities, at this point. It’s like dipping his hand into a jar of jelly beans and they’re all the same flavor. That notion makes him laugh to himself a bit; maybe Mitch was right about his lack of taste.
Then, Harry spots her, and all the other women immediately go up in smoke.
It’s hard not to spot her. She sticks out like a sore thumb, but not in a good way.
The prospective contender is off to the side, sitting atop a barstool with her feet tucked along the footrest, tapping them against the metal rung awkwardly. She’s talking to one of the other people in the group, but the interaction seems forced and not very satisfying, obvious in both of their faces. She’s tracing her middle finger around the edge of her glass cup distractedly, the contents inside barely touched, the ice in her drink long-melted. She seems disinterested in the chaos her friends are causing, her expression bored and borderline regretful, as if she doesn’t want to be here.
The further he sizes the girl up, the more appropriate she looks for the role he needs filled. Since barely anyone is paying attention to her, that means he can lead her astray without too much resistance from her acquaintances, if any at all. She appears somewhat unimportant to the narrative— merely a background extra— and it makes him wonder what she’s doing with this clique of women that can’t seem to be bothered by her presence. It’s sad, really. Sad, but beneficial, because that means he can succeed in making her the supporting protagonist of his narrative, at least for tonight.
The girl is attractive, but not anything astronomical. She’s unconventionally pretty in a way that makes her relevant, but not particularly distinct in the eyes of regular men with presumptuous standards. She’s easy to pass up, and if Harry hadn’t been actively pursuing someone of her bashful persona to card into his plans, he wouldn’t have noticed her. At the risk of once again sounding shallow, Harry’s aware that— physically speaking— he’s very much out of her league. His above-average appearance gives off the vibe that he’d fit better with the leader of the group instead of with her, but he doesn’t want someone that would raise suspicions as a result of their absence. This girl, sitting along the edge of the party with barely any purpose and no one to really question her whereabouts, is exactly what he’s looking for. She’s perfectly imperfect for the cause.
Harry continues to examine her meticulously, analyzing other traits that can give him a better feel for her character. She’s clad in a pair of high-waisted pastel pink silk pants that stop right at her ankles, accompanied by a flouncy creme lace blouse tucked into her waist. Tan wedges, no accessories, delicate rosey nail polish, and minimalist makeup. The boldest thing about her is the brick red shade of her lipstick, which is easily shadowed by the sparkly sequin dresses, five inch heels, and layered tops her friends are wearing.
Harry likes her outfit, though. It’s concise and safe, which he can appreciate. Yes, perhaps she looks like she belongs in a dentist’s office rather than a Los Angeles nightclub, but he thinks there’s beauty in simplicity. She looks cute, and that’s good enough for him.
“She seems interesting.” Mitch’s soft voice snaps him out of his detail-hungry haze, drawing him back into the reality that is the black lighting of the club and the deep booming of the music’s bass.
His friend slides his tall drink across the glass counter, the amber liquid inside warping his reflection.
“I suppose so.” Harry answers passively, shrugging one shoulder in indifference while accepting the cup, ringed fingers clinking against the crystalline surface.
He takes a leisurely sip from the straight tequila, its tangy kick sending a warm surge up through his ears and down his throat, spreading into his chest and along the trench of his tummy. Alcohol really is the cure to everything.
Mitch gives him a deadpan look, the strobe lights alternating across the glossy surface of his hazel irises, highlighting smugness. “You’ve been gawking for five minutes. Put your pride back in your pants and go talk to her.”
The curly-haired vampire flashes him a light smirk over the rim of his drink, absentmindedly tapping his two initial rings along the bottom of the highball cup. “Ever so blunt, aren’t you?”
Mitch scuffs, taking a swig from his trusty beer bottle. Out of everything, that’s the one aspect Harry despises about his best mate— that he goes to a club and orders the same drink every time. Where was the fun in that? Where was the excitement of trying something new? When you have an eternity, the least you could do is utilize it to your advantage. Cycling through every cocktail in human history is a prime example of making the best out of immortality.
But Mitch is a creature of habit— as are most of their kind— and Harry knows he won’t shake easily. Not when it comes to surrendering his preferred beverage, and definitely not when it comes to sticking his nose in Harry’s intimate business. Meddling and being irritating are what best friends are for.
“What can I say? Pep talks are my forte.” The older monster remarks sarcastically, bumping his bottle against Harry’s glass in encouragement, using the spout of his container to point in the general direction of the mysterious girl. “Now go make dinner.”
“But, darlinggggg,” Harry whines playfully, a smirk still tugging at the corners of his slightly liquor-swollen lips. “I made dinner last night. Isn’t it your turn?”
Mitch rolls his eyes and shoves Harry’s shoulder harshly, with just enough force that it actually has some type of impact this time around. “Just go, before she gets creeped out by your staring.”
Harry’s own irises copy his friend’s actions as he pushes himself up from the bar, rubbing at the new sore spot on his shoulder with an exaggerated pout present. “Ow.”
Mitch blinks at him flatly, fighting off a grin. “You’ve had worse. Go.”
Harry swivels on his heel, once again facing the group of tipsy girls at the other end of the counter. It appears that most of them have dispersed into the dance floor, having found partners to entertain them for the time being, moving to the music as if there are no other people in the room. They had left behind three of their companions, one of which is Harry’s aspiring hookup; he gets the feeling that the two girls had stayed behind out of the kindness of their hearts, feeling too guilty to leave the runt of the litter all on her own. He hopes that’s the case because if so, the second Harry inserts himself into the situation, they’ll take that chance and split, leaving him to tend his meal in peace.
He tucks one large hand into the front pocket of his trousers, the grip on his glass tightening a smidge, rings biting into his skin as the condensation of the chilled tequila cools the small spike of pain. He spins his lionhead ring around his finger within his slacks, gradually drifting closer as he goes through a checklist of prized pick-up lines he could use to garner her attention. He ducks and dodges inebriated club-goers with ease now that he’s had something to take the edge off, finally reaching the end of the bar, slowly coming to a halt right behind his target for the night.
Harry nearly passes out as soon as her scent hits him.
It’s faint and tender and nothing quite like anything he’s encountered before, a mixture of honey and lavender that permeates through her normal perfume. He feels like his head’s been put through a wringer, his whole body clenching for a moment as raging sparks erupt across the pit of his belly. He indulges a deep breath, willing the blazing current away in order to keep his cool, but all he can see flashing before his eyes are images of her leaving traces of that smell smeared all over his face as he bobs his head between her quivering thighs.
He takes another penetrating inhale, centering his mind back into the present. He needs to behave.
Her friends spot him immediately, their side of the conversation faltering to ash. They give Harry a wide-eyed once-over, mouths parting in slight shock as they drink up his attractive appearance, gazes lingering along his thick chest as it strains the baby blue material of his tee. Their sights drag across his broad shoulders, dainty collarbones, and strong neck, faces gawking without remorse, blinking emptily at the slope of his sharp jaw and the peaks of his prominent cheekbones. They seem to be at a loss for words the second his dimples indent into place, his brows shrugging in a half-assed greeting before he cocks his head to side a tad, voice velvet as it directs towards the girl they had forgotten existed.
“I’m guessing you’re the designated driver?”
Y/N jumps slightly in response at the new addition to the painfully dying conversation, not recognizing the heavy English accent and deep baritone that booms behind her. She had been wondering why Melissa and Isabel had stopped talking so abruptly, and she now has her answer.
Y/N slowly goes to cast a curious glance over her shoulder and Harry can hear the pulse flaring in her neck from the sudden intrusion to her surroundings. His fangs prick along the inside of his bottom lip due to carnal instincts; he has to will them back into receding.
When her eyes land on the owner of the random words, her finger immediately halts its swirling motions along the hem of her glass.
‘Fuck.’ is the only thought that registers through her short-circuiting mind.
The lanky, curly-haired brunette that stands before her gives a gentle yet confident smile, the gesture dazzling even in the low lighting of the atmosphere. He’s absolutely gorgeous, with deep pits carving into his cheeks, perfect teeth complimenting full cherry red lips, eyes the color of a rainforest canopy, and a broad frame that is somehow not overwhelming. He’s sporting neatly ironed tan slacks, a fitted cotton shirt with a cute yet crude graphic at its center, a fancy plaid coat, and crisp yellow Vans without a single smudge in sight.
Y/N can’t help but take notice of all the little details of his fit, especially the accessories. A beautiful pearl necklace laid along his delicate clavicle, a cross resting between his defined pectorals, and a matching earring dangling from his earlobe. Not to mention the array of clunky rings arranged along nimble fingers, hugging a tall glass carrying caramel liquor and somehow managing to dwarf the cup’s size. The extra decoration is sensual in such an unexpectedly delicious manner.
The hand he has tucked in his pants ducks out to comb through his dark auburn ringlets and Y/N can feel her mouth water at the new round of elegant rings. The action activates the cologne Harry had thoughtfully spritz in specific pressure points along his body, the scent of tobacco and vanilla traveling through the fog-heavy air and causing Y/N’s stomach to summersault.
The young man is as close to flawless as anyone could ever come.
Y/N feels an unmistakable sharp pain shoot through her ankle, and she comes to the realization that it had been the tip of one of her friend’s heels. The reality check jars her out of the embarrassing daze he’d spelled onto her, open mouth snapping shut and her lashes fluttering over her previously unblinking eyes.
“Oh! Uhm—uh—” She clumsily twists sideways to fully face him, swallowing thickly and tasting the remnants of the alcohol she’d barely been nursing. “N-No. I’m not— well, I don’t think…? We Ubered here so that wouldn’t make any sense ‘cause I have no car to drive...so...”
The boy chuckles softly at her choppy monologue, his laughter warm and inviting, similar to the look reflecting off his shiney irises, the golden flecks around his pupils seeming to swell and shrink from the rainbow lights cascading across them. Despite being caught off guard and utterly embarrassed, she can’t seem to break eye contact with him. The longer she gazes into his eyes, the more relaxed she begins to feel, a fuzzy heat stemming from the center of her belly and spreading up her neck and ears.
Y/N gulps heavily like before, willing her tongue to produce a less embarrassing comment. “Sorry. Let me...Let me start over…Hi.”
“Hello.” He quips back playfully, lopsided grin widening in fond amusement. He lifts his drink up a bit in greeting. “M’Harry.”
“Y/N.” The girl squeaks out, copying his gesture because it’s easier than forcing her disoriented brain to try and come up with its own.
Harry flirts his intent up and down Y/N’s body slowly, checking her out without any subtlety. He wants her to know he’s interested.
When his sight locks with hers again, he bats his lashes sultrily and pours as much passion as he can into his tone, accent weighing in just right. “S’nice to meet you, Y/N.”
Her entire face prickles at how her name sounds dripping from those faultless raspberry lips. She’d pay anything to hear him say it again. “You, too.”
This is not what Y/N intended. This is most definitely not what she’d intended to happen when she’d reluctantly agreed to go out with some coworkers on a Friday night, giving in simply because she had promised herself she’d be more social within her new job.
She had moved to California roughly two months ago, wanting to get away from her old life in the small, boring town she hated to call home. Buying the flight had been a drastic decision made when she had been under the influence of something she’d rather not admit, but the following day— after she had sobered up from a wicked hangover— she found herself not wanting to cancel the trip. Found herself craving the excitement and adventure of beginning anew somewhere far away from everything she had ever known.
All of Y/N’s friends back home had supported her without hesitation, egging her preposterous idea and congratulating her on “getting the fuck out of here.” Her family had been a little less supportive, but after a few heartfelt chats about following your ambitions and a budgeting lesson from her cousin, they had gingerly gotten on board. They understood that keeping her trapped in that lame town where nothing really happened wasn’t the way to ensure her success in life. Therefore, the people closest to her had swallowed their opinions and respected her choice to dive off the deep end, in search of something better beyond the borders of their tiny city.
Within a week, Y/N had secured a decent job at a semi-popular cafe, courtesy of a connection from a family friend. Within two weeks, after many sleepless nights full of Rocky Road ice cream and the bright white pages of ApartmentFinder.com, she had managed to book a nice flat close to her place of work. It was a miracle, if she’d ever seen one. Especially within the crowded, expensive community that is Los Angeles. Within three weeks, she had been walking out of the giant glass building that was LAX with only two suitcases in tow, boarding an Uber to her new life.
Things had never seemed more picturesque, she’d thought. Everything was falling into place in a way that seemed almost blessed by the universe.
Then, the culture shock hit.
California was different. It’s was so fucking different than anything she’d ever faced and she wasn’t prepared for the social difficulties she’d have to hurdle. All her life, Y/N had grown up with the same people around her, spending every school year with them up until graduation, expanding her friend group as time passed. Even after high school, she’d remained closely connected with most of her graduating class. The region she lived in was tiny, tight-knit and friendly; it was hard not to. She couldn’t even go to the store for groceries without bumping into at least three people from her Algebra II class.
Point being, it had been ages since Y/N had been put in a situation where she actively had to try and make friends. She’d been through that challenge way back in kindergarten and had never been hit with it again.
Until it smacked her across the head here in LA.
Y/N didn’t mesh well with Californians, she quickly found out. They were all about crazy parties and club-hopping, whereas Y/N had been raised on community cookouts and mass sleepovers. They enjoyed getting cross-faded and streaking down the beach at two in the morning, meanwhile Y/N liked stripping down to her undies and spending the night binging Queer Eye while stuffing her face with Cheeze-Its and Snickers bars. They freely boasted about their sex adventures while bussing down tables at the restaurant, while Y/N’s intimate life had been nonexistent since the move.
It was just...startling, to put it lightly. It wasn’t what she had expected at all, and that’s mostly her fault for not doing the correct amount of research before jumping headfirst into a cliche LifeTime film.
Therefore, Y/N had made a pact with herself one month in, swearing to let loose and allow her surroundings to sweep her into a new dynamic— into a new, social butterfly version of herself. She’d started accepting the invitations from her coworkers to go out at night, and she’d started putting more effort into being open to wild experiences, no matter how scary they might seem. Shutting down and refusing to mold to her environment would only result in her having to return home with her tail between her legs, and she’d rather jump naked off a pier than see her parents’ faces wracked with pity.
And that’s exactly what she’d done a couple nights ago, at the encouragement of the group of girls she was at the club with now. It had, in turn, ended in her coming down with a mild cold, but at least now she’d be able to tell her friends back home a cool story about dropping inhibitions.
Dropping inhibitions is also why Y/N’s here tonight, dressed in the most party-like outfit she could put together, prodding an overly-boozy drink into her system, attempting to release some of the tension that had been building in her head for the last couple of weeks since she’d left her old life behind. That’s why she’s here, with strands of her blow-dried hair catching on the dark red gloss Melissa has slathered on her mouth in a thick layer. That’s why she’s here, with synthetic smoke scratching at her lungs and drunken men and women bumping into her every two minutes, most of them too busy sticking their tongues down each other’s throats to realize they’d almost toppled her off her seat. That’s why she’s here, with a blasé expression plastered across her features as her coworkers talk over her head without a second thought, her mind far away from the walls of this overhyped horror house.
Y/N had been thinking about how she’d just started her Disney+ membership, finding comfort in putting together a mental checklist of all the movies she’s going to plow through the second she sets foot past the doorframe of her apartment. Indulging on her childhood was an ideal form of escapism, in her opinion. She’s positive Walt Disney would agree.
That’s what her brain had been lost in when Harry’s deep, melodic voice had interrupted her daydreams, sending her spiraling into an embarrassing performance of nerve-induced hysteria.
Now here she is, blinking back at him dumbly, eyes the smallest bit damp from the smoke machine and neon flashes of light. And here he is, smirking at her over the rim of his glass, eyes raking down her wired up body suggestively as he takes a calm sip from what appears to be the straight tequila in his colossal, bejeweled hand.
The English boy takes a gradual step closer to her, wanting to make sure he’s not crossing any boundaries that would make her uncomfortable. The scent of his cologne intensifies and she feels a fiery heat suddenly pour between her clasped thighs. It just hits her how long it’s truly been since she’s gotten laid and fuck, it’s sad.
Harry begrudgingly peels his attention away from Y/N for a second, aiming his words towards the girls standing behind her with their mouths still opened stupidly. Even from a respectful distance, his warm breath still washes across her jaw and cheek, causing electricity to zip down her spine. “You don’t mind if I steal her for a bit, do you?”
‘Yeah,’ Y/N thinks in the back of her muddled skull, ‘that’s definitely tequila.’
Isabel and Melissa slowly shake their heads in unison, glancing at each other as if to confirm he’d just spoken to them.
The edges of Harry’s lips jolt into a kind, easygoing smile. “Thank you. Promise I’ll keep her safe.”
Y/N feels her heart hiccup at his statement. If she’s not insanely mistaken, it appears to have carried an undertone of dirty intentions. God, she’s praying she’s not mistaken.
The two girls clamber away on their tall pumps, rounding around Harry and pausing for a moment. They make moaning faces and vulgar motions behind him, encouraging Y/N to pursue the stranger. She then watches them disappear into the throng of crowded bodies, leaving her alone with the beautiful boy and her heart slamming against her ribs.
Y/N focuses back onto Harry, licking her itching lips lightly, not knowing what to say next as he settles himself beside her. He rests his forearm on the counter along with his drink, tucking his other hand back into his trouser pocket and fixing himself into a comfortable standing position, crossing his ankles nonchalantly. The friction between his jacket and the bar rides his sleeve up an inch or so, and Y/N gets a view of the anchor tattoo he has along his wrist, as well as the upside-down cross inked between his thumb and index finger.
Harry catches her looking, mouth twitching with a smidge of arrogant self-assurance. He loves when girls drool over his tats.
“I have more.” He remarks lightly, a pang of condescending pleasure shooting through his chest at the way she jerks and pins her gaze down to the floor.
Blood rushes into her cheeks at the realization that she’s been caught and Harry’s teeth grind. It’s so hot watching her fidget for him. Maybe he finds her more attractive than he’d originally let on. “Would you like to see them?”
Y/N timidly coaxes herself into locking stares with him once again, looking up at him from beneath her lashes, barely nodding with a soft, “Sure.”
She looks so pretty like that, he notices, staring up at him all doe-eyed and shy. It’d probably look even better if she were on her knees.
Yeah, he definitely likes her more than he’d thought.
Harry proceeds to shift about, shrugging his coat off his strong shoulders, letting it slip down his lean arms and reveal the plethora of dark tattoos strewn across his left arm. Y/N watches avidly, drinking up every flex of his biceps under the black paint and every twitch of his pecs beneath his cotton shirt, the tendons along his throat going taut for just a moment. That moment is enough for her to etch the image into the back of her eyelids for the rest of her life.
Harry tosses the article onto the table, extending his arm over its surface for her to get a better reading. She doesn’t miss the chance, her pupils tracing over every line and stroke of the pen, over every shaded area and meticulous detail.
His voice comes out as a low, garbled murmur, his own irises studying her features with just as much intensity. “You can touch them, if you’d like. I don’t mind.”
After a moment of hesitation, the brim of her crystalline cup is replaced by the ridges of his smooth, tanned skin. She drags her digits over the naked mermaid, tracing the curve of her figure and the dip of her tail, then passing onto the stem of the large rose, ghosting over every thorn and prickle. Harry can feel her heartbeat through her fingertips and it’s making him throb.
“They’re very pretty.” Y/N whispers, allowing her touch to fall away, palm finding refuge across the counter. “Did they hurt?”
“A bit, yeah. But I’ve gotten so many done that I think I grew numb to the needle after a while.” Harry answers, shrugging one shoulder to show it’s no big deal. He grasps his glass once again and takes a drawn-out swig, extending the action just so she can see the way his Adam’s Apple bobs as he swallows. Once the cup is back in its place, his tongue peeks out and swipes any leftover liquid from his rosy lips, which then settle into a coy simper. “Plus, I kinda like the pain.”
Y/N’s breathing stutters in her lungs and she swiftly swerves the topic onto something much less explicit. “So why’d you ask if I was the designated driver? That’s kind of an odd question. Very out of the blue.”
Harry lulls his middle finger across the hem of his glass, exactly how she had been doing earlier, the motion weighed by an innuendo. She seems to understand it, present in how she bites into the inside of her cheek. “I just figured that a pretty girl like you would have easily found someone to dance with. So when I saw you sitting here looking all bored with your drink barely touched…I just assumed, I suppose.”
And there it is again— the blood pouring into her face. Christ, if she keeps that up, he’s going to fucking lose it.
“Thank you, that’s— that’s really sweet. Proper gentleman.”
Harry runs his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes snapping to her tinted mouth for a second, establishing some sexual tension that he’ll expand on as they go. “Who doesn’t like a guy who knows how to treat a girl, right?”
Y/N clears her throat softly, obviously phased by his forward compliment, but she tries to play it off. “To answer your question, I— uhm...I’m not really one for the club scene, I guess. Don’t really like it, but I didn’t want to be rude and turn down the invitation.”
‘Good girl,’ Harry thinks, silently cheering her on for having more brain cells than the typical human.
“Well, that’s where we share some common ground, then.” He chimes brightly, a soft smile bringing his dimples to life. “I don’t care for clubs, either, but my friends have an affinity for them so here I am.”
He gestures vaguely towards the general direction where he’d left Mitch, continuing his rant. “The choking smoke, the annoying strobe lights, the crowded floor, the drunk morons—”
“Bumping into you without giving a shit.” Y/N finishes his sentence, her vulgarity drawing a boyish giggle from her companion and now she’s convinced she’d do anything to hear him laugh like that again. “And there’s always a faint smell of vomit coming from somewhere.”
Harry slaps his hand down against the glass table in passionate agreement, voice pitching up slightly as his brows jump in emotion. “Right?! It’s fucking disgusting. Don’t understand how anyone could genuinely enjoy it.”
Y/N nods vehemently, sharing the same expression of utter distaste towards the subject. “It honestly doesn’t make any sense to me, either. Why come here when you can go to, like, a nice bar somewhere, y’know?”
Harry blinks at her in astonishment, her opinion mirroring his own with psychic-like accuracy. “My thoughts exactly.”
“Great minds think alike.” Y/N responds playfully, taking a hearty gulp from her drink since the first time he’d spotted her from across the room.
After a comfortable pause, Harry speaks up, also entertaining another sip from his own drink, which is now nearly empty. “Are you from around here?”
She can’t be. Rarely anyone born and raised here is willing to bash the status quo, and never so openly.
She’s once again mesmerized by the attractiveness of his rings, but manages to get her composure in check. “Kinda. I moved here about two months ago.”
Precisely his point.
Harry releases a curious hum over the cup between his lips. “Let me be the one to officially welcome you to Cali, then! Where people go to shitty clubs for fun and tan themselves into a strip of leather.”
Y/N sputters out a half-suppressed giggle and Harry’s brows almost furrow at the weird fluttering in his stomach. He rarely gets it.
Y/N takes another deep gulp of what he thinks is probably an Old Fashioned, silently praising the way she’d finished it off so quickly. She crunches an ice shard between her teeth and lets it melt across her tongue before engaging again. “I’m guessing you’re not from around here either though, are you?”
Now it’s Harry’s turn to chuckle a bit and she fights off an endeared smile.
“What gave it away?” He asks, purposefully doing a thicker, fuller accent, his teasing nature making the grin she’d just stifled fully break through.
Y/N lifts a shoulder offhandedly. “Your accent seems a little too…posh for this area. Or even this hemisphere.”
Harry scoffs softly, the pinky around his glass sticking up jokingly as he kinks an eyebrow at her, a few rouge curls falling across his forehead. “Keen ears, mate.”
Y/N lifts her drink up a bit with a playfully knowing air, mimicking an English dialect. “Cheers.”
He places his empty cup down on the counter, his middle finger once more ghosting around the edge absentmindedly. She notices the pastel yellow polish covering his nails, tiny black smiley faces decorating the lacquer.
“I like your nails.” She admires, tipping her empty lowball towards his hand for significance. “Did you do them yourself?”
Harry glances at his fingers, stretching and wiggling them out, his features taking on a bit of pride. “Sure did.”
“Don’t think I’ve ever met a guy at a club who could pull off nail polish so easily.”
The left edge of his lips flicks upwards. “How do you mean?”
Y/N’s gaze bounces back to his and the tone twirling in his jade irises tells her everything she needs to know about keeping this conversation going: he enjoys being praised.
She chooses her next words carefully, wanting to appeal to his interests. “I mean that it looks amazing on you. The color suits your skin nicely, makes your hands look good.”
Harry breaks eye contact, glimpsing down at his shoes and she realizes he’s actually trying to hide a blush. The fact that she had managed to coax one out of him boosts her confidence while simultaneously making his own waver. He’s never like this— never so easily flustered. He needs to get it together.
Harry tilts his chin back up, lower lip strung between his two front teeth. His voice comes out as a flirty laugh.
“Known you for maybe,” he looks at the beautiful watch on his wrist symbolically, “ten minutes, and you’re already stroking my ego just the way I like it. I think that’s a record.”
Y/N doesn’t know if it’s the liquor she’d just consumed too quickly, or if it’s Harry’s intoxicatingly alluring scent dulling the region of her brain that controls fear, but she’s suddenly filled with a strange surge of courage and her thoughts are spilling down her semi-numb tongue before she can stop them. “I’ve been told I’m pretty good at stroking, so an ego’s not too hard to handle.”
Harry cocks an eyebrow, surprised at her brazen reply. He might have misjudged her more than he assumed. However, he can’t say he doesn’t enjoy this girl more than the one he thought he was going to receive. There’s just something about how she can match his banter without a problem, and how they share a lot of the same thoughts and opinions, that just lights a fire in his stomach.
“Is that so?” His voice lowers in pitch and he scoots a step closer, fingers just barely brushing against her arm as he repositions himself against the bar. His question comes out as a sultry murmur. “What else can you handle?”
Y/N knows that she’s starting to cross a line, and with every passing moment, the likelihood of returning to her friends is getting smaller and smaller. She’s not mad about it. Riding off of the wave of confidence that had inflated her ego earlier, she mumbles her response back with the same tone and texture. “How about you buy me another drink and then maybe you’ll find out?”
Harry gives her a boyish grin and the indents that pop into his cheeks nudge his appearance from an incredibly attractive man to an adorable cheeky boy. He motions to the bartender for another round of drinks, only letting his eyes flicker away from her for the moment it takes to do it. “How do you like LA so far?”
“It’s...alright.” It’s Y/N’s turn to move closer to him now, flicking her hair off her shoulder, hoping that the motion releases the perfume she’d dabbed on her neck while getting ready. Judging by the darkening of Harry's eyes, it does just that. “It’s definitely a change in pace from where I used to live, but I think I’m slowly gaining the reigns. I feel like once I get acquainted, I could grow to love it.”
“LA’s definitely a toggle. You could either vibe with it, or it’ll eat you alive and spit you back out.”
She bats her lashes at him in stunned fright at his bluntness, his face deadly serious without any twitch or give.
Harry then bursts into high-pitched laughter, eyes crinkling shut and nose scrunching. “I’m just fucking with you, love. Ease up, hm?”
“You asshole!” Y/N exhales grandly, half in relief and half in indignation, slugging him on the shoulder. All she feels is hard muscle beneath.
He continues to cackle, sticking his tongue out at her. “Looked like you were about to cry.”
“It definitely crossed my mind, yeah!”
The bartender arrives with their fresh drinks and Harry tells the man to but both of Y/N’s on his tab. She feels her cheeks glow, telling him he doesn’t have to, but he waves it off and says he’s more than happy to serve such a nice girl as herself. Especially if she “hates the same things I do. Think of it as your initiation gift into the Anti-Club Club.”
A handful of heartbeats tick by, full of comfortable quietness as they both savor their new beverages. Harry pipes up first, regaining their topic from before.
“But, yeah, Cali’s for sure a special place. You meet some cool people if you hang around for a while. But sometimes,” he pauses for a second, eyes gleaming with something she can’t quite interpret. “But sometimes you can meet a really interesting person in just one night.”
“I don’t doubt it.” Y/N clicks her nails against her Old Fashioned distractedly as Harry fixes her with that beautiful emerald gaze that makes her ears tingle. She cocks her head to the side knowingly, flashing him a soft smirk. “Sometimes, you just happen to meet that one in a million.”
“A lucky strike.” He adds, lifting his tequila an inch off the counter and tilting it towards her in what appears to be a toast, irises dancing with a certain type of suggestive mischief. “To meeting interesting people.”
The human girl clinks the rim of her lowball to the edge of his cup, shrugging her brows and reciting his comment back to him. “To meeting interesting people.”
Y/N measures how the rest of their interaction goes by how quickly her drink shrinks.
When she reaches down to the first ice cube stacked on top, Harry has managed to coax multiple rounds of laughter out of her, his humor startlingly similar to her’s in the most refreshing way imaginable. She quickly learns that despite his broad shoulders, lean torso, dark inking, and flawless features, he’s a complete and total dork. His personality consists mainly of voice impersonations and contorting his expression into an endless array of silly faces, which she takes to easily.
By the time Y/N’s amber drink has reached halfway down its container, the default touch barrier between the two has broken completely. There had been a few caresses prior, but now it’s more frequent, more noticeable, and each touch extends in time. She had been the one to initiate getting physical, which had sat so right in her stomach because that meant he was respectful and patient— definitely unlike most men in clubs.
The mortal girl had gently shoved Harry’s chest when he’d made an nonchalant joke about how losing his swim trunks at a nude beach had been both the best and worst experience of his life, her cheeks boiling as she had felt nothing but more toned muscle beneath the cotton fabric of his top. She had gone back to tracing at his tattoos the further they got into sharing anecdotes and opinions, glancing up at him for permission in the middle of their exchange and smiling to herself when he’d nodded casually without a second thought. As the conversations continue, they both unintentionally get closer in distance to the point where the arm Harry had settled on the bar is now fully wrapped around the small of her back. She willingly leans into him, their knees and thighs brushing with every shift of their bodies and those minute moments begin to pile up their excitement.
By the time the alcohol in her possession bottoms out, she is nearly sitting in his lap, faces only a few inches apart. Y/N can’t recall half of what she had said, the subject having steered into so many different places that she couldn’t be bothered to keep track. Besides, she’s too focused on trying to keep a straight face as Harry plays footsie with her below the counter, his light yellow sneaker toying with her heeled velvet wedge.
An important question on his behalf snaps Y/N out of her flirty stupor.
“So how do you like your new home?”
She blinks at him slowly, partially to try and give a seductive tinge to the interaction and partially because the liquor has started to truly settle in. It takes her a few heartbeats to process the inquiry. “I love it, actually. It’s a place of my own, for the first time ever. I couldn’t be happier.”
The corners of Harry’s swollen lips tick in genuine happiness on her behalf. “That sounds amazing. Congratulations on such a big step.”
“Thank you! What about yourself? Renting anything neat?”
“Oh, I own a condo here.” He mentions casually, outlining the criss-cross pattern along the circumference of his highball glass. “I used to visit so often that I finally just decided to pull the trigger on one.”
“Look at you, investing in real estate.” She says in a teasing voice, her heel grazing around his calf slowly, cheeks sizzling as he parts his legs a bit to allow her the pleasure of traveling higher up.
“Mmhm.” Harry licks his red lips, free hand starting to trace over her own. The tips of his fingers are calloused and cold, the motion of them over her skin almost pulling a tremble out of her body. She does her best to restrain it, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. “Is it nice?”
“Hm?”
His lips twitch in endearment at how he’s managing to make her lose her train of thought. “Your apartment, darling.”
She rests the rim of her drink on the bottom of her lip as she speaks. “It’s nothing huge or fancy, but it’s a decent size and l can call it home. Can’t get much better than that.”
Y/N loves how Harry's eyes flit to her lips for what she thinks is the billionth time tonight, his vision sketching along the curve of her cupid’s bow and dotting every peak.
Another warm glow of confidence spikes through her veins and she’s talking before she can analyze her thoughts. “Well, at least I think it can’t get much better than that. Although, I could just be biased. Could probably use an outside opinion.”
It takes Harry a moment to register what she’s suggesting, a light blush creeping up the base of his neck as he realizes how he’s stopped so abruptly. Humans usually never get him this unnerved and it’s one of many times she’s made it happen. “An outside opinion?”
Y/N lists her head to the side. It sounds like he’s accepting the vague invitation, but she’s so anxious to mess this up that she’s second guessing herself with every passing second. However, with every touch, she wants Harry more and more, and that’s enough to propel her towards a more direct approach. “Mmhm. Like yours, maybe. Would you like to come back and see it?”
Harry pauses for a few of her heartbeats, and then bobs his head in acceptance. She can breath again.
He finishes off the last inch or so of his tequila, a wicked grin creeping its way across his pretty, flushed mouth, long fingers carding into his loosely arranged curls. “I’m more than happy to be of service.”
A smile works its way onto Y/N’s own face at his response, her foot dropping back down his leg slowly. “I’m glad to hear.”
“Mm.” Harry takes her hand completely now and she almost moans at how much bigger his are, his rings pinching a bit, skin rough in some areas, but silky smooth in others. And strangely icy, but she enjoys it. “Shall we say goodbye to your friends first? I wouldn’t want them to worry about you.”
He knows her “friends” couldn’t care less, but he wants to be as much of a gentleman as possible. Romanticize, romanticize, romanticize.
Y/N snorts, knowing full well that they’d probably purposefully embarrass her in front of him as a joke.
She squeezes his grasp lightly, giving him a soft smile. “You’re sweet, but it’s fine. They were actually behind you earlier, encouraging this whole thing, so I’m pretty sure they won’t mind.”
Harry hums deep in the back of his throat and the sound melts into a cute chuckle. “I’m glad they helped, then. Think you can deliver them my thanks some other time?”
The young woman chews on the inside of her cheek at his comment, realizing that it suggests he aims on keeping her occupied for the rest of the night and well into the morning. She has to will herself not to lurch forward and kiss at his annoyingly perfect lips right then and there. “I’ll make sure to pass the message along.”
With one last cocky simper, Harry helps her down from the stool and pays off their tab, offering her his jacket since most of her outfit is made of flimsy fabrics. Y/N takes it appreciatively, lashes fluttering when his scent envelopes her like a blanket. It’s the unique smokiness from his cologne, mixed with a slightly sweeter smell that she assumes is his shampoo, and a bit of something that reminds her of a vanilla candle. The aromas are sewn into every thread of his coat and she can’t wait to have those scents glued all over her more deliberately later tonight.
Harry turns and plunges them into the throng of partiers, weeding through bodies with a type of determination that makes her insides twist. His arm comes up in front of him as he plows people out of the way with absolutely no regret, leaving her to throw out a few half-assed apologies in his wake. The idea that he’s excited to be alone with her has Y/N’s insides churning.
Once they escape all of the grinding limbs and tight spaces, stumbling into the cool air of the starry night, she takes a huge gulp of air. She prays it will tide over the jitters running along the inside of her tummy. She has just now realized how riled up he’d gotten her and it’s all coming to a raging boil.
Harry paces past the bouncer, throwing up two fingers in parting. “Later, Brock.”
The security guard gives the young vampire a confused look, not recognizing him at all and wondering how he knows his name.
Y/N repeats Harry’s phrase for the hell of it, squeezing his hand jestingly and he glimpses over his shoulder, grinning at her with sheer amusement and something much deeper swirling around the specks of copper in his irises. If there was a bit more light, perhaps she would have noticed the way his irises had glinted blood red instead of olive green.
She ogles at the way his back muscles shift and flex below his pastel blue shirt, her mind vaguely taking note of the light yellow detailings along the cuffs and collar. The tee is intriguing and fun and she hopes he’ll let her sleep in it after they’re done.
She also gets distracted by the baby curls decorating the nape of his neck. She’s itching to tug at them and see what his response would be. Would he shiver in her grasp and let out a soft moan, or would he smirk darkly and tell her to go harder?
Harry suddenly halts, snapping her out of her thoughts as he presents his car. Y/N’s jaw nearly falls off. “This is yours?!”
She gawks at the vintage jet black convertible before her, feeling like she isn’t worthy of its chic presence. It looks new, shining in the street lamps like a thousand diamonds, not a scratch or dent in sight.
Harry unlocks the passenger’s door, opening it and guiding her inside with a gentle pull at their clasped hands, shrugging his brows playfully. “Hope it’s not too shabby for your liking.”
“Are you kidding?” The human mumbles in awe as she ducks down into the patented leather seat, running her free hand over the elegant cover. She sighs softly at the way his smell is lingering inside the vehicle, just as much as it sticks to his clothes. “I feel like I should bow to it or something.”
He laughs fully now, leaning down to get a view of her sitting prim and proper in his favorite car, looking gorgeous in her flowy silk pants, lace creme blouse, and his own clothes. He gnaws at his bottom lip to withhold a needy groan. “I think you fit right in.”
Y/N feels warmth erupt into her face and she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, trying to distract her fingers from shaking. “Looks like I’m not the only one that’s good at stroking egos.”
“S’hardly a task. You make it easy, doll.”
It’s the second pet name he’s called her tonight— it’s strangely vintage, same as his car— and she can’t wait to hear what others he has in store. Preferably in the form of breathy pants and broken whines.
Y/N flicks her gaze up at him through heavy lashes, attempting to stifle a sheepish smile. “Quite the charmer.”
A moment of silence suspends in the air, a light breeze filtering through Harry’s curls, swaying the jewelry around his neck as well as the earring hanging from his lobe. Harry speaks up with a type of hushed desire she hadn’t heard from him yet. “Can I kiss you?”
She blinks up at him once in mild surprise and then releases a sigh of utter relief. “Fuck, I thought you’d never ask.”
Her hand reaches upwards outside the confines of the car, knitting into the thick fabric of his shirt and yanking him down. The second their mouths meet, it sets off a dozen fireworks in the pit of her stomach. His is softer than she had imagined, wet and warm, and his tongue carries the sourness of the tequila he’d been swishing the whole night.
Harry’s breath hitches in his throat, and then a quiet whimpery moan streams down his tongue onto her itchy skin. “Christ, that was hot.”
As much as she loves the taste of him— the tartness of the alcohol mixed with an inherent sweetness his lips carry— she forces herself to pull away, but keeps her sweaty forehead pressed to his. “Yeah. It was.”
With one hand still gripping the car door, Harry uses his other to cup her chin lightly, guiding her into another kiss. Now that they have both developed a feel for the other, this one is less tentative than the last. She tastes so fucking good on his tongue, like strawberry syrup—probably from her lipgloss— orange bitters, and bourbon. He just has to have more of it.
A helpless gasp escapes Y/N when Harry's teeth graze against her upper lip, only nipping enough that she craves more. More of anything he has to offer.
He pulls away and the whine that plucks her vocal chords feeds his eternal soul like nothing else has in a while.
The young man grins at her for a moment, half in smug satisfaction, half red-faced and desperate, before carefully closing the car door and making his way to the driver’s side. He slides in with ease, shuts his own door and buckles up with a click of the belt. The simple action has never looked so attractive before, but she’s certain that anything Harry does with his ring-covered hands would be attractive.
He fishes his keys from his front pocket, asking her where she lives in order to try and orient himself. As it turns out, she’s not too far away from his own flat. He knows exactly which condominium she’s referring to without having to even search it up— a perk of living here for a few decades.
He also chuckles to himself a bit at the fact that she hadn’t mentioned he shouldn’t drive under the influence. Vampires have an extremely high tolerance due to their self-healing properties, so the drinks he’d had only gave him a soft, warm buzz. He just finds it comical— and slightly arousing— that she’s so eager to get at him that she’d let that detail slip her mind.
Harry starts the car, but doesnt pull out of the parking spot. Instead, he glances at Y/N as a crease appears in his beautifully sculpted brows. The idea of something displeasing him bothers her, and she’s about to ask what it is when he murmurs a quick, “Just a second, dove.” He reaches across to grab her seatbelt, pulling it over her body and securing it into place on her behalf, making sure it’s nice and proper before leaning back in his seat. He doesn’t know why he cared to do it, but he had.
The simple action leaves another layer of heat on Y/N’s cheeks. Having him bent over her like that was just a teaser of what was going to unfold later and it already has her mind spinning. She can only imagine how much of a mess he’s going to leave her when there’s no clothes restraining them.
“Thanks.” She whispers, playing with the tips of her fingers.
“No need to thank me. Just wanna keep that pretty face in one piece.”
He plops one hand on the steering wheel as he shifts into reverse, carefully backing out of his spot. His arm ducks behind her seat, head turning and veins chiseling into his neck. It takes all of Y/N’s willpower not to lean up and begin to darken his tanned skin with hickeys.
Harry cruises up to the exit of the club parking lot, waiting impatiently for the turn signal, digits tapping away at the leather below them. Y/N can see him throwing pained little glances at her from her peripheral vision, obviously restless to feel her skin sliding against his. Each look causes the warmth between her thighs to swell.
She’s talking before she can stop herself, voice bashful and soft as ever, yet full of boldness from the liquor she’d consumed. “If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to do something to you that’s gonna get us both killed.”
The tapping of his fingers halts and he cranes his head to face her fully, ignoring the flashing green arrow on the stoplight before them.
Harry reaches over the center console, his nose dragging up the length of her cheekbone, causing her to squeak out a tiny whimper at the feathery sensation. It’s the first time tonight he’s touched her so intimately.
The sentence he grits out next makes her entire body visibly shutter, his breath hot against her ear, damp lips smearing over her jaw as his oath burns into her flesh.
“And if you say something like that to me again, I promise you I’ll pull this car over and make you eat every fucking word.”
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