#lady who thinks her way is the right way and she's morally right and therefore everyone else is wrong
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reading dungeon meshi
#random thoughts#it has the kind of plot i hate where you retread the same plot point repeatedly while making progress elsewhere#like hi falin bye falin#like i cared about them finding falin. then they found her. and now she's gone again.#i don't like marcille but in like. a compelling way. she's my favorite archetype of character who is specifically female for some reason?#lady who thinks her way is the right way and she's morally right and therefore everyone else is wrong#high conscientiousness with low openness to experience. see themselves as agreeable dutiful and restrained while not being any of that#they tend to take on moralistic causes but they usually don't have a defined reason for WHY they're doing it so it just comes off as preachy#and the narrative tends to take their side with no basis in why#like when marcille tried to prove herself with the mandrakes and put everyone in danger and senshi conceded he was ALSO in the wrong???#and even marcille was like 'that wasn't my point at all'#that entire chapter made me mad it was so good#it's also doing that thing i hate when a piece of media introduces too many characters at once#like who's who what's what who is important who should i remember#i love the detail put into the cooking sessions!!!#i love how all the characters are so fucked up and not even in plot-important ways#like chilchuck's cowardice is very important to the plot but senshi was straight-up willing to let a man die for his flavorful cooking lmao#laios is. my man. i need him carnally.#i get that the whole 'got eaten by dragon' thing was not meant to be the Whole Plot but i feel like the background plot is just not my thing#either that or it wasn't set up in a compelling enough way?#idk. im still reading#all in all i think dungeon meshi might just not be my thing? plot-wise i mean. i love the characters and the general premise#of monster biology and environmentalism and cooking and augh#i don't like how everytime senshi corrects marcille on something so far he ends up going 'i guess i also need to learn a thing or two'#like on the mandrakes? the man has FIELD EXPERIENCE he was entirely in the right to prefer his method!!!#and on the environment thing? first of all marcille's whole thing is building artificial dungeons she SHOULD care about the food chain#SECOND OF ALL telling marcille she shouldn't kill so many fishmen isn't playing GOD or whatever#that kraken was a fucking. extenuating circumstance. it was literally there just to make marcille's argument credible#animals killing each other through the food chain is different from marcille using what is essentially a rocket launcher#god i ran out of tags. peace and luv bruvs 🤟 kind of have a hate crush on marcille now. need her
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Do you ever find it slightly weird how Zuko freeing Aang as the Blue Spirit is treated by the fandom as the first sign of him being good, when actually it's sort of one of the most morally bankrupt things he does (competing with stealing from Song and siding with Azula when he already kind of knows the war is wrong). Like, it's actually pretty similar to the siding with Azula thing, because it's him placing his personal desires to go home over what he should think is the good of the world. In S1, he should believe that the Fire Nation capturing the Avatar is a moral good, even if he loses his shot at going him.
To play Zuko's advocate, it's possible that at that point he just didn't see Aang as very much of a threat to the Fire Nation/was incredibly overconfident about his odds of keeping Aang captured, but... it just strikes me as weird how the Blue Spirit is treated as Zuko's better side, when in most cases (other than freeing Appa) it seems to be his worse one.
Anyways, just some thoughts that I was curious what you might say about, since I generally like your ATLA metas.
Oh no this is super interesting! I've thought about it before but not quite in these terms, and I think it really does illustrate a fascinating disconnect between the result of an action and the intent behind that action, and therefore what it means for Zuko's characterization and its purpose in his overall growth.
Because you're absolutely right! Zuko was not actually attempting to 'free' Aang from Zhao. He was attempting to steal him.
That the net result was Aang being able to escape and return to his friends doesn't actually translate to Zuko having used the Blue Spirit persona to help him. Particularly because Zuko was not trying to save Aang from Zhao, even though it's easy to think that way since visually, Zhao presents a much more severe threat--in large part because he shows up immediately after the opening episodes to be the true villain of Book 1 and act as an antagonistic force not just for the gaang but for Zuko himself to fight. This presents Zuko as the lesser of two evils from almost the very beginning of the show, thus setting him up for a redemption arc that ultimately spans 75% of the show and leads to a very satisfying conclusion.
But the Blue Spirit persona is not, at the start, an indication of altruism or goodness. In s1 I'm not sure if I think Zuko believes that capturing Aang is a moral good that will serve his people, if only because I don't think doing the right thing for his people is actually on his mind at all. He is very singularly focused on being able to earn his way out of exile, and the Avatar is his only means of doing this. Therefore, if Zhao is the one to successfully capture and return him, Zuko will be robbed of his one and only chance to return home and regain his honor (which is, narratively, a stand-in for his father's love which he will not fully realize is not something that he should have been able to lose for any reason, nevermind simply speaking his mind, until much later), so he would rather risk losing the Avatar and having to pick up his trail again later than leaving him in Zhao's custody and allowing someone else to earn credit for his capture.
Thus, it is ultimately a selfish action. And I think part of what I love most about the parallels between the Blue Spirit and Katara's Painted Lady persona--because both disguises are, at their core, about Zuko and Katara respectively being true to themselves in ways that circumstances would otherwise prevent them from behaving. For Katara, it is ultimately about helping a village full of people she doesn't know and who will not thank her (and in fact turn on her when they realize who she is and where she's from)--because she can't find it in herself to turn away, and so she does what she has to (fakes an illness for Appa, dons a disguise to mask her identity and let a spirit take the credit for saving the village) in order to stay true to herself and help them. For Zuko, it is ultimately about helping himself--foregoing any real notion of honor (because, being honest, there's no honor in cheating! that Zhao is considerably worse of a villain at this juncture is incidental, because at this point, he and Zuko remain ostensibly on the same side, which is why Zuko needs to make sure he isn't recognized) to make sure he doesn't lose his only real shot at going home.
And it is likewise important that, later, he dons the Blue Spirit while he and his uncle are fugitives in the Earth Kingdom in order to steal so that he and Iroh can survive--and then, near the end of book 2, he dons the mask one final time to rescue Appa, one of his first truly selfless acts which marks a moment of significant growth (and is pretty important ahead of what will seem to be a moment of significant backsliding, when he sides with Azula and returns home seemingly triumphant at last, having lost far more than he gained and not yet able to realize it), and he discards the mask, watching it disappear as it sinks into the water, and if that ain't symbolic of something idk what is lmao
But yeah, you don't get to all of that deliciously juicy growth without starting at the bottom--with Zuko utilizing the Blue Spirit for his own selfish needs, and putting himself and his own quest over the 'need' his country might have for capturing the avatar.
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I do wonder if the whole discourse would be lower if Leslie Thompkins wasn’t a thing. Like, what *is* the point of having a recurring character pop in to go “Ummm you’re a Bad Person for fighting and encouraging those children to fight” and playing her as an unimpeachable moral authority on par with Alfred?
I don't think she is supposed to be an unimpeachable moral authority, and I don't think Alfred should be either, to be honest. Yes, they're usually positioned as wise elders appealing to Bruce's better self, and Alfred is often the moral heart of the Batfamily, but the best stories temper that by allowing them to still be three-dimensional, fallible characters. Alfred for sure is not always right about everything.
With Leslie specifically, I'd argue that the role she should play in Batman stories - and often does - is to argue for absolute pacifism as one of the options for how Bruce should conduct his mission. She represents one specific moral perspective, not the objectively correct one. Jason, for example, offers another ("kill those you consider irredeemable so they can't hurt the innocent"). Jim, Barbara, Harvey Bullock, Harvey Dent, even Joker - they along with many other characters have all been used to say "Hey why not try it this way?" And then the story is Bruce trying to find the right path among the given options (and yes, sometimes failing spectacularly).
Don't get me wrong, Leslie absolutely been held up as Objectively Correct in canon plenty of times, and she's also had some dogshit takes (letting Steph die to teach Bruce a lesson, anyone?). You can't look to an 88-year-old canon made up of thousands of comics for thematic or moral coherence. But the problem here is really fandom's tendency to insist on black and white categorizations ("Leslie is a nice old lady who Bruce loves, therefore she is Good, therefore everything she says is Automatically Right, therefore Bruce is Bad and a Child Abuser") instead of nuance ("Leslie has a point and should be heard, but absolute pacifism would never have saved Bruce's parents and is not necessarily the only solution").
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In regards to Damon as a father; I think it really depends on if he's human or not like he's definitely not a great dad either way
just I think he could pass for a mediocre like the way Charlie swan does the bare minimum if he was still a vamp
If he's a human that's not gonna work he's trained to live as a immortal it would be harder to tolerate drinking because as a vamp it's not as bad but I wanna mention Stefan as a father because it's a important contrast
I think Damon would create a daughter ar least that is tricky and manipulative and probably more likely than not be groomed but she would fine
I think he would raise a awful son tho probably wouldn't figure out if his kid was neurodivergent and would be neglectful to the boy and not realize he raised an incel
I actually think Stefan would be the worse parent Stefan maybe sacrificial and a protector but he's very stoic Damon learns to like love Elenas friends but Stefan neglects to save Bonnie a couple times( the fire is the only one coming to mind at the moment) and he doesn't really seem to give a shit about bonnie
Stefan has a very little brother selfish that leans on the side of machismo he has the privilege of man without the burden of being the older sibling his relationship with emotional responabilty is fucked up
Stefan needs to stay in lines he needs to protect Elena but it's ok if she doesn't know he's a vampire he's more disconcerting to me as potentially a father in contrast to Damon Stefan doesn't nessarily have friends he's got ex girlfriends and then Lexie but Damon has Alaric, the cop lady he even bonds with Bonnie later on
Stefan does the right thing out of a moral obligation a fear of doing the wrong thing and when you add on him being a addict it's like he doesn't become a ripper so he has thos extra layer of don't fuck up
Stefan is messy in way thats more of matryr complex like Katherine preferring Stefan has more to do with the ability for him to be manipulated because he desires to do the right so to not seem like a monster that he has no true moral compass
Which is why in the grand scheme of things Stefan would be a worse father than Damon he would be strict and if he was raising a daughter she would probably have less autonomy she would lack direction and she would be like weaker because he would also give into her more in some ways
I think if he had a son that boy would be worse than him and that would drive him crazy and he would blame everyone but himself for it
I'm not defending Damon I'm just saying he's the devil you know where as Stefan is the man who hides that he's a monster and therefore escaping him would be harder
Thank you for this ask, it's a rare treat to be able to talk about this show! And sorry it took a long time to reply, I've been busy and I wanted to give this some actual thought.
Honestly I just don't think he should be allowed near kids, full stop. I agree that the show can be interpreted the way you describe it - especially the last season really tries to build up the family man Damon vibe. But I just can't get past the fact that he is a (refined, maybe) serial killer (and one of his victims was a pregnant woman) and a rapist. Not dad material. Definitely not Charlie Swan, who while isn't great isn't actively abusive either and who truly does love Bella. But I definitely agree with you about the drinking - that would be much, much worse if he was human.
I do like your headcanons about Damon's kids, I can see them!
But then again - I strongly disagree that Stefan would be the worse father out of the two of them. He would definitely not be great either, but I think the difference is that he would try, as that is what differs hin from Damon in general. Stefan wants to be better. He would occasionally be a good dad, though he would probably be quite absent for the reasons you stated.
I actually hate how the fact that Damon bonds with some people is used to make him out to be the better person when he's just more social. Stefan cares about the people around him too, he becomes friends with Caroline (no matter that they become lovers later), he's friendly with most of the main cast and he stays friendly with Elena even when they break up while Damon cannot give her space to make her own choices.
Stefan is an addict, but Damon is borderline sadistic. Neither of them is good, neither of them should be a father, but I will fight till my last breath about the fact that Stefan is the better person. He generally tries to do the right and moral thing, Damon does things to save people he selfishly wants to keep. I think Stefan's children could get through it with some jokes about daddy issues when they're adults - Damon's would need years of theraphy. Stefan would be absent at worst, Damon would be abusive at worst.
((i want to add to the end that i like discussing fictional characters and even though i disagree with your headcanons i find them interesting and this conversation fun to have! i hope i don't come off as aggressive))
#anti damon salvatore#anti stefan salvatore#i guess?#even though this is in defence of him but like. kinda#the vampire diaries#tvd#anti delena#asks
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I’m a new follower and wanted to say that I really enjoy reading your Lokius content. They are really well thought out and written. I was wondering if you have any headcanons on Loki’s time in Asgard like his relationships, any events you think could’ve happened, etc.
Hi Anon!
Sorry for the late reply and thank you for your patience. I have several headcanons about Loki's Asgardian relationships based on comics canon and MCU canon.
I'm going to focus on characters outside of Thor, Odin, and Frigga, as I believe those relationships have been discussed at length by many other fans.
FANDRAL - Back in 2014/2015, I used to ship them together romantically. I'd like to think I added some depth to his character, but the truth is the canon leaves much to be desired with ONE exception. Comics canon reveals that Fandral fell into a portal that landed him in medieval Midgard where he became Robin Hood, married Maid Marion, stayed with her despite her aging while he remained young, mourned her death, and couldn't have a serious romantic affair since. I used this to flesh him out and create a healthier relationship with Loki, but I digress. I think at the very least, Loki and Fandral slept together, perhaps on more than one occasion. At the very least, they are somewhat friendly with each other. Loki saves his life in Thor 1 by throwing a dagger at a Jotun that's about to attack him; Fandral's the least hostile to Loki of the Warriors Three and Sif; in comics canon, he's the smartest/most cunning of the Warriors Three; he is the only character among Thor's closest friends to not threaten to kill Loki upon their encounter in Thor 2, and quite simply their temperaments when it comes to style, pleasure, and poetics are compatible. I think they suit each other quite well and could have made a good couple canonically if not for the fact that they are both flighty when it comes serious relationships (both due to trauma, if you take Fandral's Robin Hood backstory seriously). At any rate, Mobius surpasses him in many ways and is a wonderful character in his own right, for which I am eternally grateful.
SIF - While I don't think Loki hates Sif, I feel the same cannot be said about Sif for Loki. In Norse mythology, Loki cuts Sif's hair as a prank and is forced by Thor to magically create for Sif hair of gold. In the comics canon, Sif's hair was originally gold and Loki cutting it resulted in it turning dark brown or black. In multiple iterations of the comics canon, Loki's motivation has near-consistently been his jealousy of his brother's attention for her. Now, Sif in the MCU versus Sif in comics reads as a "girl friend" as opposed to a "girlfriend". However, Sif has a strong sense of honor and integrity, neither of which she is willing to compromise. I therefore see her constantly clashing with Loki's morally gray (at best) and outright malicious (at worst) intentions. The most traumatic comics canon experience Sif has been through with Loki was his taking over her body to become Lady Loki. That trauma left her completely untrusting of Loki's motivations even after he is reborn in the Journey into Mystery/Agent of Asgard/God of Stories arcs, despite Thor, Fandral, and Volstagg's advocating for Loki's innocence as a child. They may have been friends as children, but that friendship has long been broken. Whenever they are in the same room, it is tense.
HEIMDALL - Through the Bifrost, he is a near-omniscient guardian being who is significantly older than Thor and his peers. For this reason, I think Heimdall is generally neutral towards Loki's behavior, having witnessed all sorts of behavior throughout the Nine Realms. That said, his friendship with Thor creates a strong sense of protectiveness for him and wariness towards Loki by Thor 2. I was of the belief that Heimdall is the most serious of Thor's friends and that his regard toward Loki was not too afar from the Warrior's Three. However, the Loki series suggests he has a playful side, at least when Thor and Loki were younger. I think he may have humored Loki's antics as he had Thor's, like an uncle who indulges his nephews with an air of amusement, mild exasperation, and reserved affection. I also think he appreciated Loki's intelligence. It is a lonely duty to guard the Bifrost. I think Loki's visits and conversations lifted his spirits from time to time. Unfortunately, Odin's penchant for war and conquest, his political machinations, his deceit, his manipulation, and his favoritism toward Thor all come to a head.
VOLSTAGG - Not much is shown about Volstagg. I can say he is the oldest of Thor's friends and the only father among them. He detests Loki's cunning, and Loki detests him for his boorishness. Their archetypes are the classic "jock's best friend" and "dramatic bookworm." I don't doubt they quarreled a lot when they were younger, if Thor 1 was any indication, and that they secretly enjoyed those quarrels as much as they were annoyed by them. Like the rest of Thor's friends, lines were drawn after Thor 1 and Avengers. However, in comics canon, Volstagg defends the reborn Loki, as a child, in Journey into Mystery. Volstagg has many children with his wife and loves children generally. He provided kid!Loki with warmth, protection, and affection when many refused to give him a chance. I think God of Stories Loki would have respect and even some fondess for Volstagg because Volstagg shares some of Mobius's quirks: his love of food, his a soft spot for the small and helpless, and his exceptional devotion to his spouse (in Mobius's case, his partnership with Loki rather than his wife).
HOGUN - Hogun is the most difficult character for me to get a read on because he is just as quiet in comics canon as, if not more so, MCU canon. I can say he and Sif are likely close in personality. In my opinion, they therefore would be best friends with one another after Thor. His doubt of Loki and anger towards him come across as more muted (still waters run deep) than the others, but that does not mean it is any less passionate. He is also the toughest of the Warriors Three, the last to die in Ragnarok. In their youth, I can see him putting Loki at a distance, carefully observing him, but actively not engaging with him unless absolutely necessary.
#anon asks#asks#loki#fandral#sif#heimdall#hogun#dashingfrost#loki headcanons#my headcanons#loki meta#my meta#loki analysis#my analysis#marvel comics canon#volstagg#lokius
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i just want to rant, it's okay if you don't want to reply to this. this also might be me projecting my insecurity lol. and this is not feminism friendly lol.
but after reading what k did and still does to max and also some women who are being predators for younger, more successful and rich men, it really disgusts me.
my mother isn't the best mother out there (i don't condone her abusing me when i was a child), but i'll be forever thankful for her teaching me to always stand on my own feet and do everything i CAN do to make money in the right way. she never taught me to "leech" onto rich men (she never ever said "just marry the rich!" to me), because she knows and she believes i CAN make my own money with my own hands and brain and talent.
i might not be as rich as those F1 drivers, but i can say i'm proud of myself for making my own money with my own hands. i'm not saying i'm talented in my job (i work in a local corporate conventional bank), but this job is the right job for me at this moment. i literally have to work through every single blood, sweat, tears, and exhaustion to meet my ends, but i'm so proud of myself for always making it through. and seeing women like k and those predatory women, i'm like "where's your dignity and moral as a woman? why do you rely your self worth onto a literal man? why do you literally have to slave yourself for literal men?".
once again, i'm proud that the money i have right now is made through my own hard work, not because i'm leeching onto a rich man. k might be living a lavish (but lazy) lifestyle, jetting and holidaying around the world, but i'm 99% sure it's paid with max's money. she literally thinks that max's money is HER money too. that makes my blood boil lol.
i might not be "that" girl who wakes up at 5 am, do pilates, meditating, and drinking matcha latte. i'm literally a corporate slave. but hell yeah, aside from the capitalism, i'm so proud of myself.
and for you ladies who are also making your own money (by doing small/medium businesses or being a corporate girlies), i extend my proudness for you all. we can stand on our feet and we surely don't need to leech and sell sex to those rich men (this is not a derogatory for sex workers, but i hope you guys understand what i mean here). we might not live lavishly, surrounded by high end items; but surely we have morals and dignities, and i think those two things are more valuable than luxurious items. luxurious items can be bought with money, but morals and dignity cannot.
but again, this might be my insecurity projection too lol.
Hello girlboss 👋🏻 I'm happy for you because you're an independent woman who stands on your own two feet and is proud of yourself. And I can't live my entire life financially relying on a man - or any human being in general - and leaving the reins in his hands. So I definitely understand your stance on this.
But on the contrary, I hate working 🤣 I wish we were all born with the means to live this life to the fullest, to spend as much time as we wanted on the experiences and hobbies we wanted. I have no hatred or bad thoughts towards people who have means and therefore do not work or live their lives financed by their partners.
My problem is that people who haven't worked regularly for even a year in their life, lecture others as if they have a very difficult life. For example, K, who introduces herself as a "single mother", receives child support from Daniil and lives without working with Max's means, and posts stories on social media as if she has a tiring life. It is an insult to the people in this world who are really trying to get by by raising a child on their own and working half the day without any support. I don't care that she doesn't work, but the fact that she acts as if she does and eats her boyfriend's money - and this relationship is based on extremely unhealthy foundations - makes me angry.
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I don’t know enough about Luigi to interpret his actions and character but he strikes me as in independent thinker, someone who wouldn’t say yes just because everyone else said yes but because he actually believes is the right answer.
Having that as a base thought and going back to the comparison with Raskolnikov, I can imagine a brilliant mind would wander to another side of thinking different than a “regular” person when put under major stress.
Rodion was consumed in poverty, isolated from everyone he knew, he had withdrawn from all social and academic life, discarding his studies as a lawyer, his family was living far away in their home town while Rodion was rotting himself (almost literally) in thought in a small dingy room in St Petersburg. He believed some people were worthier than others, he put special attention in a pawnbroker, an old lady cold and unsympathetic about the people who went to see her, among others Raskolnikov. He would go there often to get some money to pay for his rent, she would barely give him enough to satisfy the landlady only for him to lock himself in his room again. He barely ate and had stopped taking care of himself a while ago, however he was still described as an attractive, slim, tall, brown haired young man.
He would cross the street as to avoid his best friend and pretend he didn’t see him. Consumed by his superiority complex and depression he started to plan the m*rder of the pawnbroker who he thought was a leech, merely a parasite feeding of people’s misfortunes and desperation. In his mind she wasn’t worthy of living because she had no use for society, he convinced himself he had the right to do it, his moral being on higher grounds than her therefore he was not going to be condemn for it (at least spiritually) he was doing the society a favor by planning and executing his plan.
(The aftermath of the k*lling is a long journey of introspection, sickness of the soul that affects his physical health and many religious ideas of God)
What I think could be similar to Luigi is the way they would think outside the box, I believe only a deeply hurt, disturbed but brilliant mind would think on planning something like that. I’m relunctant on writing about Luigi’s side because I don’t know him and would only be my impressions of him but I’ll try (this is all mere ideas of him and not the truth because no one knows that)
I believe, as many other people do that the surgery and the life post that could have been the stressor for him to allegedly do what he did. Because he seems as a thoughtful, intelligent and accomplished person it shouldn’t have been difficult for him to fall into the idea of *taking action* do something, maybe even just for his convictions not for any other ulterior motive of common wellbeing. I wanted to make sense of his actions because he seems extremely unlikely to commit anything like that, if ever criminal it would be something else but not that. Throwing your life away despite having everything to succeed could mean that his world was shaken so bad that he found no other consolation.
I had thought that isolating from family and friends while planning could mean he didn’t see a life, any life after the plan succeeded but after seeing him in court I had the feeling he’s still very proud and would show no shameful behaviour to the world, maybe if he did it he believes as Rodion did that it was deserved, that the person had no use in society other than disgracing people’s lives. His head held high and smug face could be a charade to preserve a little of pride in such a humilliating experience for someone like him, with his social background (Rodion tried for a long period to assure himself what he did was right)
But I can’t stop thinking that he could have wanted to do one last meaningful thing in his life because he thought his life was over after the surgery, or at least over in the way he had planned it. I do believe one thing to be true, his mental state had to be extremely poor for him to act on it, like Rodion when he did it, he fell into a serious fever that kept him in bed for days, conflicted into his convictions and actions.
As a conclusion, two young men with bright futures fall into despair and commit *allegedly a crime (a meaningful crime but a crime nontheless).
(I am super morally grey so my opinions about the person who died are not of sympathy and I truly understand *if he did it* his reasoning. I’m sorry)
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The psychological horror of "You're a nice guy cuz you don't abuse someone" is really something worthy to analyze, it's kinda the same as "You're not a slaver if you don't abuse your slaves". The complexity and morality of a person is too difficult to say so this is heavily dependable but I can see why the slavery justification is downright diabolical
A lot of people or at least the methods to change your villain roles are just to stop being the villain, which in the case of a villainess, it's usually to stop being a bitch to everyone near them, but in the same vein: They justify workplace abuse, slavery, nepotism because they refuse to be too complicated
You would think they would do stuff like trying to solve famine, crime or dehumanization.
But nope just the bare minimums and the crowd has to applaud.
I mean I don't need a superhero but come on now, you're just doing the basic necessities, you're not a kid, it's not like getting a gold star at daycare for good behavior and thinks you should get to be on a pedestal. I believe the wish fulfilment trope works best when they capitalize on this: It's the gratification to do the most basic things to be a decent person hence you're basically allowed to do anything else cuz you live and go to bed everyday with a good conscience, but it's not, it would say it's self gaslighting your own heart. Is that not what Manhwhas were all about or at least the genre that had come into illustration are?
Deception works in all kinds of ways and layers, so much I feel like it can be so rotten, there are those who believe that they're good people as long as they do good people things or the true wish fulfilment could be rooted from that Reality is too grim for good things so in the fictional world, people resorted to thinking doing the littlest "nice things" mean "good enough" therefore they have no guilt in their conscience
This is like someone thinking they're a good person or a Saint cuz they donate to charities, like Navier having her charity funds is basically a plot device to show she cares while this woman NOT ONCE ever goes to a poorhouse or even thinks about checking to see if embezzlement happened with her own money donations
Let's say this scene I saw in a K-drama called Heavenly Ever After, I watched a recap of it where a rich old couple about to receive their punishment in Hell rejecting and questioning why they're being punished when while alive they donated to orphans or they did good people things when alive, then the Hell's employee/ambassador show scans of their adopted daughter's body full of bruises from their abuse and you finally understand why
This is the best example of "being a good person" mentality, it's a sick sick mentality, doesn't it?
All this could be said that wish fulfilments can be rotted into God Complex centric stories where it's depicted as positive, it's always about the power fantasy where everything is right and go your way without any flaws or cracks that are hidden
I read Frederick Douglass' memoir all the way back in 8th grade, and from this memoir, we can actually say A LOT about these people who bought slaves and tried to be "one of the good masters."
Douglass was traded around between different masters quite a bit in his childhood and one of them was a woman who initially seemed like a sweet lady who gave him a few basic lessons in education which was during a time where slaves were forbidden to even learn how to read. Only for the power to go to that ladies head when she realized she had full ownership over a human being and soon was no better than Douglass' other abusers. But hey, she wasn't as bad as everyone else so that makes her "better" according to wish fufilment standards.
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What do you think of the claim that disventure camp has misogyny in terms of writing.
I love the show but I do agree. I’ve seen some people say ally’s writing had some misogyny so I would be interested in hearing your thoughts?
(This is a woman’s POV on this subject)
My issue with Ally is that she’s a badly written character, not that she’s a female character. I have openly expressed love for female characters in the show who have done worse than her.
For me, what’s important is good writing. As such, I actually heavily preferred the female characters in Season 2 to the male ones. (Hunter was my Season 2 best boy, and I put him in B Tier.) There’s also a variety of women throughout the show with their own individual personalities and struggles that do get focused on. Grett’s story for example is about her finding her strength and independence, and dealing with an actual biggot for a boyfriend that they never once justify. Gabby is very strong willed and very capable and her story is about how her realizing that there’s nothing wrong with her. (Except in her case it’s actually justified) I dont even hate Ellie. A lot of people think I hate her, but I dont. I really appreciate not being afraid to make her do morally questionable things for a damn good reason and motivation.
And I would definitely be one of those people who say “You wanted more complex female characters, but you couldn’t even handle Riya.”
And it’s not just female characters with flaws. Miriam is a grieving lady who lets a new family in her life, and her strength becomes her intelligence, and her undying heart. Rosa Maria’s strength comes from her empathy. She doesn’t help others because she’s a woman and therefore she has to, she helps others because it’s her nature and will to not let anyone suffer like her and her daughter. And there’s Lake, and there’s Tess, there’s a lot of variety of women the show portrays. They’re not all tied to ‘being a support for a male character’, or ‘stoic and manly idols’ like you see in Hollywood. They’re actually complex and interesting, and not perfect, but in ways that are intentional.
I’m also gonna say this: Just because a female character does some bad things and/or is mean, DOESNT make them a ‘bad female character’.
If you want to support women’s rights, you gotta support women’s wrongs too.
HOWEVER, I WILL SAY THERE IS SOME THINGS THAT BOTHER ME IN THIS SUBJECT.
I said it before, as much as I understand the point of her arc is that she breaks away from him, I did not like how Grett was flanderized to be ‘Yul’s abused girlfriend’ at the first half of All Stars. She gets way better and gets her fire back, but so much screen time is dedicated to her being so weak minded and devoted that it’s pretty hard to watch. Both as a Grett Stan, and as I imagine for anyone who have been in her shoes.
Then there’s the Trevor/Derek/Krystal plotline. I’ll say it, this is the worst plotline in the season. And I do not feel like talking about it because it’s that uninteresting. Krystal may be privileged, but she still has earned her right to be the one in charge of the show and its employees. That’s her job. It’s also her job to fire anyone who is legitimately breaking rules. No she’s not perfect, but in terms of these actions, she did nothing wrong. And as much as I don’t care for Derek as a character at all, it was nice to see her learn how to care for another and realize she wants significant relationships and purpose in her life outside of her job. Even if there’s so little screen time dedicated to it. Compared to Trevor, a legit criminal, him AND Derek, and he spends it all crying about having a crush on Derek (which is out of nowhere) and Derek showed no signs of reciprocating. And when he is instead attracted to Krystal, both consensually, Trevor and his red head lady friend try to SABOTAGE THE SHOW AND GET KRYSTAL FIRED.
And what irks me is that the show is very firmly on THE MAN’s side, and the side of the yaoi ship that had no chemistry to exist, over the woman who was just doing her job. Because… idk, GOD FORBID A WOMAN HAVE POWER?
What was wrong with Krystal x Derek? I don’t get it.
This is the ONLY TIME I agree with the ‘villainizing women aside for the sake of yaoi’ criticism I’ve seen. Everything else? No not really.
Like, sorry some people hate LGBT rep. Not all the ships in this show are yaoi. And just because both Season 1 and 2 have a prominent yaoi ship with both of them being major characters, DOESN’T make it a ‘yaoi bad’ show. Nor does it mean ‘anyone who isn’t yaoi is bad’. Jake/Tom and James/Aiden in their respective seasons are very plot relevant characters and their relationships serve a purpose to the story. Neither of these came out of nowhere. Neither of these were ‘queer for the sake of queer’. They were actual characters. The story does not change if you, say, made Aiden and Jake a girl and therefore it’s a straight ship now.
Gabby and Ellie are also there. Hunter and Ally are also there. They’re actual characters too.
And… this didn’t bother ME that much but since we’re here,
When you have a villain and hero faction. And the villains contain two men and three women, AND 4/5 of them are people of color. And the HEROES meanwhile have a dark skinned polish female who flips before they even form it. And IT’S ALL WHITE MEN. Except for Ally, WHO FLIPS.
Idk, IF WERE JUST TALKING ABOUT CHARACTER, these all make sense. BUT,
Not saying OddNations intentionally did this. They probably did not, and it was just a coincidence.
But it’s a coincidence that can be pretty harmful if read in certain ways. Not just towards women, but towards all the characters of color being put on the villains side.
So… I’m pretty 50/50 on ‘the show is misogynistic’.
I’m not gonna be that person who looks at every female who is rude and say “OMG TERRIBLE FEMALE”. I’m not like that. I give more reasons than just that.
This shows portrayal of women is far from perfect. But it’s not AWFUL, per se. I’ve seen much MUCH worse from other shows, and especially Hollywood. So I don’t really see it as something for me personally to get riled up about. I’m not someone who hyper fixates on this stuff, unless the media is bashing me in the head with it. Which this is not.
In my stance, it tried to be good and write female characters as actual characters. And I do love that. But there are some noteworthy flaws in some areas.
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I throw up my hands...
Posted: January 12, 2008 Archived from BonnyTymePyrate’s Journal Archives
Hmmm…Suffer’s kidnapping and my plot for revenge has undoubtedly put me into a foul mood, something not entirely unassisted by my having been unable (happy “un” day) to refill my myriad drug prescriptions while on tour leaving me still unmedicated (which, in accordance with the public’s positively moronic understanding of bi-polar disorder, and yes, that is the exact same thing as manic-depression, folks, means that I ought to be out fucking some paparazzo guy whose name I can’t pronounce and jetting off to Mexico after shaving my head and getting myself kicked out of the Four Seasons every night)…but this would do in anybody’s day, UNless of course, as I’ve said before, you’re a fucking potato (would you be surprised if I told you just how many letters I’ve received from good people telling me, “Although according to you I’m a "fucking potato” - insert UNnecessary *wink* here - I’m a big F-A-N"):
So, word is!
Lady Marine. Pregnant. Went missing last month after accusing her superior Marine officer of raping her (can anyone enlighten me as to why news reporters aren’t allowed to call rape “rape” anymore, instead using the ambiguous and relatively harmless sounding “sexual assault,” which implies something about as important as saying that a kid on the playground pushed you…). Nobody believed her. Her family didn’t believe her (and WHY do we not tell our families??). Her own mother comes out and says, “She’s bipolar and has a history a lying.” I wonder if the accusation might have been taken a bit more seriously had her family not have publily discredited her before she even had a chance to hit the stand. Anyhow! Good news is, it doesn’t matter now, thank god, because she’s been found. In a shallow grave. Double murder.
Whodunit????
Who do you fucking think?
The guy she said raped her.
Oh well. If she had been black, and male, it would have been called a “hate crime”, as well it should be, and attacked with all the force of the military because, hey, a racial slur against Tiger Woods is a national shame with full media coverage and talks on “how can this happen in this century???”, but no, she’s a dumb crazy cunt who shouldn’t have been in the Marines anyway, and we all know that, right?
I swear to bloody god, the next boy I tell my “rape story” to who snaps at me, “why the hell didn’t you do anything about it?”, as if I had personally offended HIM, I’m going to fucking get one of Crumpet Aprella’s sexy-ass lighters and torch this planet.
Moral of the Story: Female in 2008 = lower than livestock + rumored mental illness = subhuman species with no rights and less credibility + “is this country really ready for a female President?” = no, not while we’re still a minority + oh, wait, we’re not a minority, we’re the majority = don’t try counting, little girls, math ain’t your thing.
And so, on that note, let it be said that, when I am kidnapped by one of the sweet & gentle stalkers who have already threatened it and who ruin it for everybody by making me wary and overprotected and unable to touch muffins or take pictures or even go to certain sides of the stage so don’t blame me when the signings stop, just look around you (jeez, they’ve already taken Suffer, what the fuck is next?), or simply just fucked up for the last time by some random guy on the street who doesn’t give a fuck who I am, yes, let it be said that I was Bipolar and therefore without credibility, not to be believed, not to be taken seriously in any way. And hey! They’re right! It’s all good! Because, isn’t that what I’m always preaching anyway? Lighten up, goths! Always look on the bright side…
I love you little potatoes, see you in Hell (Sartre’s hell, that is), but for now my heart is racing (proximity to Sir Edward and Basil?) which means the best thing to do is take a walk. I recommend we all do it, now. It’s walking time. Get on your winter coats, double socks please, I’ll see you on the streets in five.
EA
p.s.
As long is no one’s biting their tongue today, I will confess that I HAVE gotten into trouble at the Four Seasons, and Lady Joo Hee can confirm it…I was refilling our champagne flutes during high tea with the vanilla vodka I had stashed in my sarcastic pink thermos, and waiter boy didn’t like it, poor thing…best day evah!
Hey, Brit Brit, I’m on my way!
p.p.s.
Note To The Press: Being Bipolar doesn’t make you do any of the things that the Hollywood fucked-up are doing. Being a drug addict does. There’s a big difference. And it’s days like these that give me the slightest splinter of a reminder of why in the hell I am writing a book about it. So, please, remind me of this day when it comes out and I can’t quite recall why I went to the trouble.
p.p.p.s.
OK, I admit it: this is all just because I went to Home Depot the other day to find some new electrical outlet covers for my Asylum cell (apparently I failed to observe the “no shoes, no penis, no service” sign on the door) and as some middle-aged fucker passed me, instead of saying “excuse me” as he would have said to any other person, he said, “ I’m sorry, little girl.”
Hell? We’re livin’ it, bitches!!
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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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So, this is something that's been bothering me a lot, and so I'm going to apologize in advance to OP for the length. But it's also like. I have no interest in Haarlep. Mainly because Haarlep doesn't have any of the features of Raphael that I'm actually attracted to -- he's younger, he's smoother, he doesn't have the hard edges, he doesn't have the dynamic with Tav. There's nothing for me to dig into, really, and to make it worse, he makes disparaging comments about the character I *am* invested in (and, tbh, I fully believe that he's trying to manipulate Tav into a fight with Raphael.) And, to sweeten the deal further, the game will even punish you if you proceed with that romance too far, with a non-standard game over. Which you do not see with, say, Mizora (who is another devil! And therefore someone who could find plenty of ways to screw you over in the middle of sex!) or Minthara.
But the femme fatale is a well accepted archetype for female villains. No one shames men for being attracted to the femme fatale, and the femme fatale doesn't need her existence to be justified with the understanding that of COURSE she's deadly, but, of course, they like her for the RIGHT reasons, keeping in mind her flaws, because of course...
No. You don't see that kind of discourse around, say, Bond girls. (There is a lot of discourse around Bond girls, as there should be in the 21st century, but not "will they corrupt the brains of young boys into thinking that they'll get a woman like that or that a woman like that is perfect for an IRL relationship?") Lady Dimitrescu from Resident Evil 8 -- there was a LOT of discourse around Lady D (I was there, Gandalf, I remember the "Ethan Winters is actually a murderer" discourse), but not "Is it wrong to find her attractive? Is it shameful to find her attractive?" Because there was an understanding that she was an attractive villainous character, that she was designed to look attractive, and that Maggie did a stand-out job acting the role. Instead, they rolled out the Lady D body pillows and dozens of male streamers talked about her ass in front of a live audience, and it was seen as funny, because haha tall sexy vampire mommy wants to kill me. You don't see that kind of discourse around, say, Catwoman. Or Talia al Ghul. Or Poison Ivy. Or Black Cat. You do, however, see a lot of Rule 34 art that's very clearly geared towards male comic book fans.
And it isn't to say "Oh, femme fatales are proof that misandry is real" -- to the contrary, the femme fatale is a figure who is independent, yeah, but routinely treated like a sex object and can be quickly disposed of, especially after the hero's had sex with her (Hell, even in BG3, that you can kill Minthara as she's sleeping after you've had sex...there's a broader context, sure, but...). They're routinely killed off, sometimes at the end, sometimes, if there's a sequel, during the sequel. But there's an understanding that (1) they won't corrupt men's minds and (2) that they are worth considering as a viable sex symbol. And I am very clearly saying "the hero" because even though the femme fatale can be incredibly attractive to women who like women (I'm evidence for this! My first crushes were Maleficent and Ankh Su Namun!) , they are overwhelmingly still a fantasy geared towards men.
And do I think they did it INTENTIONALLY with Raphael? No. But I think that Raphael is part of a broader cultural context around villainous men -- that women don't know what they ACTUALLY want, that they have to be reminded that ACTUALLY, REMEMBER, THE DEVIL IS A *BAD GUY*. In reality...women are generally already aware of this. They know. But makers are not capable of seeing, generally, why women would willingly choose to go with the monster, so they think that, clearly, they aren't aware that he IS a monster. In all honesty, even as a child, I was aware that the villainous characters I was, naturally, drawn to weren't Morally Correct Options -- I just liked their style and I generally found that they treated the female protagonists with more respect than the so-called "heroes" did (especially in the 1990s-2000s.) Male heroes often talked down to the female characters, the villain, though? Treated them as a serious threat, or a valuable piece of the puzzle. (Even in BG3, I would say that a solid part of Raphael's appeal is that he *does* need Tav on some level, he does speak respectfully to them, and he does deal fairly with them, so long as they uphold the rules of the arrangement.)
In BG3, we have, functionally, two morally ambiguous male love interests -- the first is the Emperor, who is massively underplayed (and, on a fandom context, is constantly surrounded by people reminding you that he's a mindflayer...I couldn't have told from the tentacles.) The second is Astarion who...is very well written, sometimes to the detriment of other characters, but also...is curiously defanged at the same time? Great, he approves of when you do bad things, wonderful. He's never gotten to actually chomp down on a mortal, which is a plot point. The bit in the art book about him feeding mortals to Cazador and being a corrupt magistrate is gone, so that the Gur go from very correctly taking vengeance on him to....???? It's not clear what happened there, since all Astarion says is that they didn't like a ruling he handed down. And, of course, if you go with Ascended Astarion, instead of getting the chance to truly be his Dark Consort, partners in crime and equals, you get...oh, wait, the constant reminder, both in-game and in the fandom, that he's a Very Bad Option. The game goes out of its way to say that Spawn Astarion is the Nice, Healthy Choice. You go with Gortash, who also has a lot of flirting with Tav, both as an OC and as the Durge? Oh, wait, he dies. No matter what you do. You go with Raphael? Oh, wait, you're reminded that he's a joke, to the point where it can be unclear whether he's the butt of the joke or whether it's the players who found him attractive who are. There just are not that many options for women (who are attracted to men) who want to be power hungry equals with their partners. Minthara, meanwhile? You can take on Menzoberranzan together and establish a house in your name. She can be funny, everyone else can be, but the player isn't shamed for wanting to rule alongside her, or being ambitious. Even if you transform into an illithid, she'll have you as her consort, and there's no sign of "remember, she's Very Dangerous." And it's like...BG3 is an adult game. It is VERY CLEARLY an adult game. Intended for adults. It has a label and everything (and incredibly explicit scenes of sex and violence.) If your ten year old little sister is playing the game, then there are broader things to discuss. The audience, in my opinion, should be trusted with being able to go onto the dark side.
And, again, I don't think this is an example of misandry (I can talk quite a bit about how I think...while I truly believe that the female characters are good in BG3 for the most part, there are elements of individual plotlines that I don't really like the execution of -- including and especially the way that Minthara is treated) -- I think it's that female gamers (and I'm aware of the potential heteronormativity of specifying female gamers, but the reality is that, by statistics alone, while BG3 is overwhelmingly queer friendly in a way that I'm very proud of and that I applaud it for, most people playing will still be playing M/F dynamics) are never given a fair hearing, they're always treated as Not Really Knowing What They Want, Don't They KNOW That Devil/Vampire/etc. etc. Will Kill Them, or there's always an ongoing concern over Polluting Women's Minds (really going into the early fears around gothic novels there), instead of considering WHAT women find attractive around these men in the first place. It's not misandry, in other words, it's re-packaged misogyny.
While I don't have a problem with Haarleps existence, I don't like that Raphael is reduced to a joke on his behalf as if Haarlep is a replacement of equal value and he talks about Raphael with a wink as if it's expected of the player that we share his resentment for him. From a gameplay perspective the decision to implement a shapeshifter character was probably made for the purpose of being able to have "Raphael" shift into a woman so that dudes could get another romance scene as well. I'm saying this because the animation of that particular scene is clearly made with that dynamic in mind and only works if it's the female Haarlep on male player model or two males. Which is perfectly fine of course! But the end result we got is that men get both Mizora and Haarlep, while from your average womans pov it's just silly and pointless. So I think to make it more fair, the real Raphael should've been left as an option for the girls and those who prefer him. Could've had both.
#long post#bg3#bg3 critical#as we see. i have. many thoughts#villainfucking is a power fantasy#the same as any other#for some people the power fantasy involves defeating the villain#for some it's domming the villain#for some it's having the villain have a secret special soft spot for them
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The English and “The Shame”
The English dir Hugo Blick (Nov 2022 on BBC iplayer UK and Amazon Prime elsewhere) starring Chaske Spencer and Emily Blunt.
Discussion under the cut because major spoilers warning
This is a really beautiful tale in every way. It’s also a parable about English colonialism. It’s a reparative story, which takes the Western narrative and, for once, gives the starring part to a Native American.
Chaske Spencer’s Native American hero Eli brings so much to his character through a taciturn yet gentle endurance, which speaks volumes about all that he has suffered (losing wife, children, family). He’s someone with a dual identity, a Pawnee tribe member, having been a scout for the US Army in (I think, from the timeline) The Black Hills War against the Sioux.
The drama is called The English, for a reason, because on a broader canvass, this is about the brutality which the colonial conquest of the English ruling class wrought on its own working class, on the Scots, on the Irish, on the Native Americans, on the American continent itself.
Blunt’s character is a representative of that English ruling class. She is Lady Cornelia Locke and she says that her father, “...owned half of Devon”.
She is wealthy, but, she is also a woman in the Victorian era, a period when women (even aristocratic ones) had extremely limited rights, effectively “belonging” to their fathers and then to their husbands.
Lady Cornelia is on a revenge mission. She was raped (by a duplicitous British butcher out to make his own way in the States) and she and the son that resulted from that rape, were infected with syphlilis (then incurable and ultimately fatal) and suffered from the pain, and the social stigma of that.
She is a sympathetic character, but she also embodies “the English” colonial project and its repercussions.
In America, she carries around a bag full of a large amount of money throughout her journey, which is often reacted to with shock (and avarice) by those she meets along the way, who are all scrabbling to make a living. This is of course, a metaphor for colonial plunder, which is where English aristocractic money significantly comes from. Yet Cornelia retains a naivety (a protective ignorance) about that.
It’s also symbolic that Cornelia has been infected with syphillis. Disease metaphors are always a bit narratively dubious, because they tend to reinforce stigma about infection, particularly sexually transmitted infection. Unfortunately, this is no different, as syphllis is partly used to signify sexual and moral corruption in this narrative. Nevertheless, it also functions effectively as part of the colonial critique.
It is believed that Columbus brought syphilis back from the New World to the Old World in the 1400s. On a metaphorical level, we can understand Cornelia’s syphilis as the horrible consequences of colonialism coming home to roost. The character herself did not deserve to suffer, and she is depicted as brave and true-hearted, a victim herself, but the point is that colonialism infects the souls of colonisers as well as colonised. This is a metaphor also carried in the narrative by Cornelia’s identification of herself as a Scorpio, and Eli’s warning that scorpions are often most dangerous to themselves (sometimes stinging themselves to death with their own tails. Looking at the present, a metaphor for Brexit Britain, arguably the self-inflicted wound of imperial hubris coming back to bite us..
It’s entirely important, therefore, that Sheriff Robert Marshall, played by Stephen Rea, is Irish, the Irish being victims of English colonialism themselves. The Sheriff has compassion and sympathy for Eli and Cornelia and helps them escape culpability for the murder of their common enemy, the English villain Melmont.
The love story, told extremely well with two excellent performances from Blunt and Spencer, is the bow in which the colonial critique is wrapped. Cornelia and Eli love one another, but must part, and it is notable that he accepts they must separate while she first protests, in their final scene. But in the end, she does what “good” colonizers should do; she goes home.
And when, in England years later, Cornelia meets the Native American young man whose life she and Eli saved, and he lifts her veil to kiss her, and she whispers, “But...the shame”, he replies, “Yes, but not yours,” and we understand that ‘the shame” is not the shame of syphilis, but the shame of colonialism itself.
#The English#Emily Blunt#Chaske Spencer#Hugo Blick#MAJOR spoilers#Watch if first before you read this#It's really excellent#The Western from a different perspective#My Miscel Meta
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Debunking common anti Maiko arguments - Nightmares and Daydreams
Not much of a preamble here so I’ll basically launch right into it. This is an argument I’ve seen OVER and OVER again, in which in the “Nightmares and Daydreams” episode of Avatar, Mai suggesting that they order servants around shows that “Mai truly does not know Zuko and that he wouldn’t be comforted by ordering servants around.” And this therefore proves that Mai doesn’t fundamentally understand Zuko as a person - so there relationship was superficial and lacked emotional intimacy - and so on and so forth.
I honestly think there isn’t much analysis here. Let’s once again take a look at the CANON material to debunk this claim - similar to how I did it with the whole seashells argument.
There is no doubt that Zuko is experiencing moral and emotional turmoil when he returns to the fire nation. Yes he was exposed to the daily lives of those who are not fire nation royalty. Yes he sees just how much the fire nation impacted their colonies. Yes he’s on his journey to understand why he fundamentally disagrees with his dad.
But let’s not forget that while experiencing this turmoil - he is still shown to enjoy the perks and comforts of being a prince.
Example 1:

Zuko looks at the towels for a moment and takes one. He is seen wiping his forehead before walking out of the room. The two servants bow behind him. - The Official Transcript
Then on the way to Mai’s house - he is offered a ride on the palanquin. At first he shows hesitation, but then he smiles, basking in the attention of being a fire nation prince, and takes the palanquin ride to Mai’s house despite it being 10 steps away - which Mai sees.



Keep in mind that he didn’t have to take the palanquin. No one forced him. He refused offers from the servants for a hot massage. Yet there are some perks and pleasures that come with being royalty - and Zuko enjoys them and finds comfort in them.
Case in point: when Zuko happily obliged to Mai’s request for fruit tarts by asking the servants to make them - which once again Mai sees first hand.
Zuko Tell me, if you could have anything you want right now, what would it be?
Mai Hm ... A big fancy fruit tart, with rose petals on top.
Zuko You know, being a prince and all, I might just be able to make that happen.
Mai [Chuckles.] That would be impressive.
Zuko [To the servants.] Do you think you could find a fresh fruit tart for the lady, with rose petals on top?
Servant Excellent choice, sir.
Once again - Mai is not privy to the extent of the emotional or moral turmoil that Zuko is undergoing. She knows that he is unhappy, confused, and angry at himself when he’s back at the fire nation - but she doesn’t know why. But she is shown to understand what he needs. She is not an Iroh - who can say exactly what he needs to hear or guide him on the right path. She is a teenage girl from another broken home who was never taught what love truly means. She was taught to restrain herself and her emotions. But when Zuko needs comfort the most - she provides it for him by attesting that despite all the things she doesn’t care for - she cares for him. She becomes emotionally vulnerable in front of Azula to comfort Zuko amidst his difficult times. And yes, In this example on The Beach - Zuko is shown to be comforted and cared for her by her words.

Zuko [Close-up.] Because I'm confused. Because I'm not sure I know the difference between right and wrong anymore.
Azula You're pathetic.
Mai [View from behind Zuko.] I know one thing I care about. [Walks up to Zuko. Frontal view.] I care about you. [They kiss.]
Look at what Azula says right before. Mai knows that Zuko suffered constant and endless harassment and abuse from his sister and father. From the creators themselves:
“She’s known Zuko her whole life. She knows his life has been intense” - Bryan and Mike, The Beach Commentary
Yet shes the only one from his old life, other than Iroh, that shows unwavering and unconditional support to him. Like @thethiefandtheairbender said, “Mai gives Zuko a reason to love the home that spurned him.”
So back to the Nightmares and Daydreams episode. Mai’s immediate thought is to cheer Zuko up with something that gave him comfort five minutes before.
When that doesn’t work, we see Mai’s unemotional facade break down. She knows that this is something he has to figure out on his own. Her face shows pure empathy, that he must be going through something very troubling. But she doesn’t force him to stay with her. She gives him space to come to terms with his own emotions. She doesn’t stick by him or force him to cheer up after she sees her methods DIDNT work. She doesn’t get frustrated. She feels empathy for him.


And then antis claim that Mai bringing up the whole war meeting was a way to make light of Zuko’s trauma or that she didn’t want him to ruin their happy mood. Yet they conveniently forget that Mai waited outside for the entire duration of the war meeting for Zuko - and immediately asks him how it went - ensuring that things didn’t transpire the way it did at the last war meeting. For them, it’s impossible to see that what Mai said was a matter of true concern for Zuko’s safety. But her actions prove otherwise.

Zuko chooses to spend the night at Mai’s house. He finds comfort in her company. He’s no stranger to shutting down or shutting people out when he’s experiencing emotional angst or turmoil. He’s done it countless times to Iroh in Ba Sing Se. Instead of being anxious by himself, he chooses to stay with Mai. Because she provides him comfort - no matter how small. And he celebrates the small victories with her too. He turns to Mai immediately when he hears the news that he’s invited to the meeting. They both share a smile - and Mai once again proves the unconditional support she has for the boy who has been constantly spurned by the people that should love him.

And to provide an even more salient counter argument to “Mai shutting down Zuko when he’s trying to explain his “life story to her” - Mai listens to Zuko unwaveringly while he explains how during the meeting, he was the perfect fire nation prince but he wasn’t himself. She doesn’t cut him off out of boredom. She doesn’t shut down his emotions or tells him to feel a way he shouldn’t. After the Beach episode, she learns to listen to him - proving her character development. She’s engaged, she’s listening. She is once again - supporting Zuko throughout his emotional turmoil.

I will never understand the argument that Zuko’s relationship with Mai represents a regression because he wasn’t being himself when he was in the fire nation. Let’s get a couple of things straight. Zuko had to return to the fire nation to truly confirm for himself that he was making the right decision. But the fire nation will always be Zuko’s home. That is why he is coronated as the fire lord at the end. Throughout season 3, Mai experiences Zuko’s good, bad, and ugly. He never once put up a facade around her. She experienced everything - the emotional turmoil, the parts where he pretended to be the perfect prince, the part where he truly loved spending time with her. And not once did she stop loving him - the only thing she did was hold him accountable when he was acting like an ass. Mai was there for Zuko when no one else from his old life was. And if their relationship was a regression - then why did the creators have Mai stand up against Azula and everything she knew her whole life - for Zuko and his mission? That argument would make sense if there was no episode called The Boiling Rock. But rather, the creators did a brilliant job showing Mai and Zuko loving each other BEFORE his redemption and AFTER his redemption. That Love isn’t conditional based on someone’s morality or redeemable actions. That people who have experienced trauma and turbulent upbringings deserve to love and be loved at the end of the day.
MIC DROP!
#mai#zuko#avatar the last airbender#atla#maiko#pro maiko#indefenseofmaiandmaiko#anti zutara#atla maiko#maikoforeverbitches
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Thanks for answering my ask! Just one thing though I probably should have worded it better, my bad, when I asked if ochako's goals conflicted, I was thinking something like she might be rejected by hero society despite everything she's done, in a more extreme sense. Like if ochako started advocating for better treatment for heroes and eventually villains, then hero society might literally try to get rid of her.
In the chapter with izuku and the civilian mob outside UA (main character's solution: bring it all back 😅), nagant and hawks with the commission (I know they're technically gone but with no safeguards preventing them from coming back, you know), the heroes and civilians have been shown to fight against and in many cases eliminate those who they feel are a threat to them or their way of life, no matter who they are. Maybe it's just overthinking on my part in hoping that ochako might really accomplish something in the end, but with what we've been shown in bnha on the 'heroes' side, it just never seems like a clear picture that'll turn out well. Does this make sense or no?
Oh, sure.
There's actually two questions here, whether you know it or not.
There's would this happen in a 'realistic' version of MHA, and would this happen in our MHA.
In reverse order, in our MHA? Not a chance. Ochako, the half assed love interest of The Main Character, if she was campaigning to do The Right Thing, after the story is over? There's no way she'd be shunned. It's just... not going to happen, because she's a hero and as I've said before, Hori is afraid of letting his heroes look wrong, or having problems where they're morally conflicted. If they're doing something, its right, therefore they'll do it successfully because it's right. At worst, there will be some minor protest from someone unimportant, solely to be shouted down and prove Ochako's point.
Granted, I'm not sure how much advocating for the villains would happen, what with this series's complete refusal to address the problems it brings up, but off screen there could easily be something done that 'fixes' things, somehow, about villains, when it's clearly a societal problem the heroes are having problems admitting even exist, because at the end of the day Hori has locked onto the basic story book ending here.
Also, this assumes that hero society and/or Quirks is still around post canon, which is actually up in the air at this point.
On a more realistic sense... that is where it could get interesting.
Assuming, for this, that after the story everything is the same, more or less, that there's still Quirks, heroes, ranked heroes, monetization, Japan hasn't been Dusted or SMASHED into oblivion....
Basically, Status Quo is God, and Ochiko wants to punt God into the sun, as is right and proper, yeah?
Then she could be having some problems, because while she would have a lot of good feelings going her way, as a hero of the... war(? whatever AFO's suppression get's labeled as), and probably with her classmates support, villains are probably going to be loathed by the general public, since, you know, they keep killing everyone and starting a war. It's the reason the League is so nonsensical; they're so extreme in their actions that the public can't have any sympathy for the causes they (theoretically) are fighting for.
Moreover, heroic society itself has serious inertia to it, and it is (theoretically) filled with heroes more concerned with money or fame than actually helping, and they wouldn't want their cushy jobs, after the the brief period of stress that is the war, to be messed up any more, or heroes who just hate villains or what not who honestly think these policies would be wrong. That's not even counting the HC's work with people like Lady Nagant and Hawks which is just... never acknowledged in story? Or presumably dealt with in any way? (Destro did kill some of them, yeah, but the structure is still there. It's relatively simple to just... slot some other people in there, since it's not actually gone) So yeah, that'd still be there as well, and that means there's actually a chance that Ochako would be assassinated for 'The Greater Good'.
In a 'Hori if he had put work into all this' kind of story, where he's attached to the characters, of course that'd never happen (or rather work), but in a just 'realistic' story Ochako using her influence like that to 'support' villains would be viewed as a threat to the industry (and I do mean industry) by the powers that be, and if she's the primary voice of it, an 'accident' could stop it from continuing on as much.
But that's an extreme option, and there's plenty of more reasonable options to use before then, by giving her worse jobs, having the media that would presumably be in their pocket work to discredit her and tar her image, and all the other petty bureaucratic shit that can be used against someone to try and make her life hell until they give up or quit.
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I've been asked to share more details on what exactly I witnessed and given that this performance changes EVERY YEAR... let me know if you've seen Shen Yun before and if you can recognize differences and/or similarities to your own experience.
FYI, I'm reading and quoting stuff straight from the brochure handed to me at the performance in this post. Keep in mind the brochure is written in my native language so there might be some names and titles I'm not translating exactly as it would be written in a different language.
Skip to the bottom for the TL;DR version, which also includes some extra facts! It's right under the pictures.
This is what's in the show as per April 2024:
The show is divided into multiple dances, some based on ancient Chinese stories and legends and others moreso "just dances" and by that I mean there isn't an actual story or message. In between each dance two people show up to briefly explain both in English and Chinese (I don't know enough about Chinese languages to say whether she spoke Mandarin, Cantonese etc.) what each sequence is about.
The, uh... "religious message" starts from the very first dance. The "Creator" says: "Follow me to Earth to save all life," and then the performers, who are all meant to be divine creatures, follow the creator to earth. This is part of the message that Chinese culture was brought down straight from heaven and is therefore divine. This is both written in the brochure and is said during the show.
Most of the next dances and stories don't have any particularly dividing messages etc until "Crimes by the end of time". This is the show's first direct reference to Falun Gong and Falun Dafa. It's a story about a young girl who starts practicing the beliefs and meditations, which are described as "a moral codex of self-improvement". This story ends with the girl being arrested by the Chinese communist policemen and she is killed and has her organs harvested.
This is the first story where I went... "huh?" but didn't question it too much. And I'm not going to argue whether I believe this accusation to be true or not, there's other more knowledgeable people who can argue either side better than I can, but it's worth pointing out that this is the story performed before the show's first song (rather than a dance)
The song is called "Hope cannot be oppressed" and a translation of the lyrics is shown on the 3D screen behind the singer. This is my translation from the Danish translation from the brochure, but even if certain words are different than the English translation, it has a pretty clear message either way:
In our many lives, we lose sight of home
Status, wealth and joy is confused with success
Yet most humans descend from heaven
Here they have waited for the Creator
Modern thinking and behavior is far from divine
The theory of evolution cannot handle the light of day
But The Great Path back to heaven, Dafa, is now taught
Atheism harms humanity, darkens humanity's feeling of hope
Its followers know the truth
Put aside your doubt, break the spell and follow the path of divinity
... yeah, my jaw dropped during this. This was MASSIVELY uncomfortable and I could feel the mood with the audience change. I looked to the person sitting next to me, an elderly lady who immediately met my eyes and we just had this silent moment of "What the fucking hell?" with each other. My mother later told me she had a similar experience with her seat neighbor.
The next segment was called "Dancing for the divine" and was a tribute to Mongolian horse riders who had deep reverence for the divine.
Then there was an intermission. I saw some people leave, but didn't think to take note of how many actually left. I was mostly just a bit disturbed by the last dance and song.
The next segments were, once again, completely innocent in comparison. Heavenly fairies in a garden of peaches, a story of a wife devoted to her husband sent to war, a dude who didn't study hard, but was kind to a fish who happened to be a divine creature who then bestowed him with amazing literary talent... and as I'm reading the story explained in the brochure, I realize that this was another message of "Falun Gong good, Chinese government bad"...
Then we reach the second song and prepare yourself... cause this one is less "vague" than the first:
It's a song sung from deep within
Most human lives descend from heaven
Hundreds of former lives we have each lived
We came to the path, but are now lost
The holy Creator has stepped into this mortal realm
He observed our moral mindset in this disturbed world
Horrid are the doctrines of atheism and evolution
China's communist party is a cancerous tumor on the world
The present's mindset and values reflect our corrupt state
The Path shall renew the world in a huge act of mercy
And Heaven and Earth shall once again shine like Paradise
Yeah, this was the moment when it really hit me that this isn't just about Chinese dancing, culture nor its fight against the Chinese communist party... which, by the way, I am NOT supporting in any shape or form. But that doesn't mean that Falun Dafa are in the right either.
The last segment right after this song is called "Grand Perfection" (subtle) and shows modern China and immediately, I'm annoyed by the stereotypical portrayal of youth who are taking selfies instead of meditating. Yes, seriously. Falun Dafa members are showing a banner saying "Truthfulness, compassion and tolerance" (which is hilarious since Falun Dafa is openly against interracial marriage, is homophobic and literally just said in TWO SONGS that a belief different from theirs is destroying the world, but I digress) and policemen from the Chinese communist party attack them.
One of those policemen gets hurt during the fight, and the Falun Dafa supporter helps him and then encourages him to meditate with him... which results in his leg getting healed.
Speaking of which, during my research of Falun Dafa, I discovered they believe that karma is the cause for disease and medicine further pushes the disease into the body, and only meditation can heal... glorious.
Speaking of glorious, now that big 3D screen in the background shows a massive FLOOD approaching China and is only stopped when the performers turn to meditate at the flood (no, I'm not joking) which results in some divine intervention from the Creator who stops the flood.
And that is the end of Shen Yun.
Holy crap on a cracker, what the hell did I witness.
And just as some bonus... here's some screenshots from the brochure that are in English:



TL;DR
Shen Yun openly says Atheism and Theory of Evolution are not just wrong, but making the world a worse place.
Shen Yun is founded by Falun Gong/Falun Dafa which is allegedly a cult, which has been said by multiple critics.
All of the people associated with Shen Yun live together in NYC in an isolated area with room for 500 people where there is no internet connection and there is heavy security aka they have close to no access to the outside world, sounds lovely.
And they are tightly related to The Epoch Times which is a far-right organization from what I understand. Also called The Epic Times.
There are many other claims that you can find online, including screenshots of the former years' brochures that share even more of Falun Dafa's belief system. I even saw a screenshot where FD claims queer people are aliens and that modern technology is aliens possessing scientists. Yes, really.
Anyway, this took way too long to write. I'm still in shock from all this, I just thought I was gonna go see some Chinese performing arts, not get thrown into a potential cult.
If you want more info, I recommend looking it up yourself, my brain is far too fried from going down this rabbit hole for me to share more of what I've found AFTER accidentally supporting Shen Yun by watching that show (which wasn't even that good honestly). They also have their own website where I'm sure there's a treasure trove of... fun.
Honesty, look up Shen Yun on TikTok too. Others have shared their experience from watching the show too and I've seen ZERO positive videos about it so far.
So.
I watched Shen Yun tonight.
I thought it was just traditional Chinese dancing.
I was wrong.
Didn't think I'd be called a cancerous tumor today.
Mom and I have decided to repress the memory after we looked it up online and found out it's a goddamn cult.
The lesson learned today: Fucking look up stuff before you accidentally support anti-evolution propaganda cause you think you're just gonna see some pretty dancing 💃
#shen yun#falun gong#falun dafa#reminding everyone I'm not supporting thr chinese communist party#I'm just not supporting this either
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