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Code Blue Ch. 34- Grenade

Summary: Josie tries to get Orlando to open up but he shuts her down. Trouble follows the eldest Bloom brother. A crazy car chase takes place. Luke Jr's witty facade hides a secret. Things escalate between the good doctor and the secret agent man, triggering a brawl. CODE BLUE!!.

*Warnings* DARK! language, angst, weapon mentions, violent depictions, abuse mentions,

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Chapter characters: Josie, Orlando, Luke Jr,

Salem, Massachusetts

March 7, 2023

"Are you going to give me the cold shoulder now?" you asked Orlando as he got in your car after five minute silent walk to get there.

He still said nothing as he anxiously kept looking out his window at all the cars leaving your family's pub that closed at 11 pm sharp on a weekday.

"Ok, fine. Be mad at me then for keeping you from spending the night in jail and possibly the rest of your life in prison for premeditated murder. I mean, that's what it was, was it not? Considering you have the word father carved into the wooden handle of this hammer you carried with you in your coat pocket." you said as you studied the small but deadly weapon of high carbon steel that weighed heavily on the end of the handle.

Orlando stared straight ahead as you watched his jaw tighten, forcing himself to not look at you.

"Alright then, if you're going to act like a child, put your seatbelt on." you snipped.

"Why don't you put your seatbelt on?" he quickly snipped right back. "Since you're the one driving after drinking."

"Ok. You're right. And it's raining, so lets just sit here for awhile and talk."

"I don't want to talk."

"You never want to talk Landy. Why won't you let me try and help you?"

"You can't help me."

"And how do you know that when you won't even let me try? Do you not trust me? Is that it?"

"I think we have established that I do since I told you about....him."

"Then let me in. You could start by telling me the truth about what Ethan did to you. It's just you and me here. No cops. No Ethan to intimidate you. Tell me why you didn't put him away? The truth Orlando. I won't be mad and I won't tell anyone. I promise."

"Why does this matter now?? Why do you even care?? It's over."

"It's not over and you know it. Ethan is far from done screwing with all of us. In fact, I think he's just getting started and he's not going to stop until he gets what he wants. Stop protecting him."

"I'm not protecting him, I'm protecting you!!" he shouted and turned to look out his window again and then continued in a calm voice. "I don't want to let you in. Just leave me alone alright?"

"So Lee was right. Ethan threatened me didn't he? That's why you did it...lying about what really happened so he would leave me alone and you also did it because...."

You caught your tipsy lips before telling him you knew he was in love with you. As if things weren't complicated enough for him...for Lee, for you, you didn't need to add to it by forcing Orlando to admit that part like you were now going to end up forcing Lee to come clean about his own secrets. Of course, things never went the way you wanted them to.

Orlando's eyes moved to you without even turning his head, knowing why you ceased your words.

"I told you to leave me alone. You seem to know everything, so there's no need for me to validate it."

"God damn it, I'm not your enemy Landy!" you snapped. "Do you really want me to leave you alone?? Because I can. I can take you home right now, drop you off and never speak to you again. Is that what you want???"

"YES! Yes, that's what I want!" he loudly and harshly affirmed as his dusky hues raged at you.

Orlando had never yelled at you before and it had affected you so deeply that you had to turn away to hide the uncontrollable tears.

You both sat once more in silence as Orlando closed his eyes and sighed, cursing himself inwardly as he heard the soft whimpers you were trying to conceal.

His hand began to reach for you as his lips attempted to apologetically speak until a knock on your window sent his hand whipping back and you screaming and diving into Orlando's arms.

"Open the door." Luke Jr. firmly ordered as he stood wet from the rain with blood above his eye, peering in at your frightened faces with a dour expression.

"Jesus Lukey, what the fuck man?" Orlando griped as he reached over and unlocked the door with you still clinging to him.

Now that the vision of him was clear without the rain sprinkled foggy window, you leaned back over into your seat to gaze up at the beautiful man who, for being Orlando's eldest brother, could damn near be his twin.

"Y..your eye...what happened? Are you alright??" you quickly asked.

Luke reached up, grazing around his eye with his index finger, then stared at the bloodied tip for a moment as his brow arched.

"Hmmmph." he huffed out with a shrug and pursed lips, then sucked the blood off, making a smacking sound as if it were a lollipop. "Ain't mine."

You and Orlando faced each other with incredulous eyes, then turned back to him.

"Then who the hell's is it? And what are you doing out here looking and acting like some stealthy secret agent with the super power of disappearing into thin air and reappearing out of nowhere? Oh, that's right. It's because you are one." Orlando quipped in an annoyed tone.

"Now that we have my career summed up in a nutshell little brother, I was handling your mess that you almost stupidly got into back there....although I must say, Josie here handled it pretty nicely herself."

"Wait...you were following us? And...handling my mess? Lukey, what did you do??" Orlando now asked in grave concern.

"I'll explain on the drive home. Josie, beautiful lady, would you mind hopping in the back seat?"

"Y..youuuu want me...to ride in the back of my own car while...you...drive it?"

Both of Luke's brows lifted as he held an earnest expression and shrugged his shoulders.

"Well...yes. Unless you'd like Landy to sit in the back and he don't do so well with that. You know. Car sickness and all. It can get quite messy and the smell could knock a buzzard off a shit wagon. Kinda like when you opened this door and an entire brewery came blowing out in my face, so it's best if I drive this classic beast since I'm the only sober one here. If you don't like the back, you could always sit on Lando's lap, like in the bar. I'd offer you mine, but that don't leave much steering room. Either way, you're secret's safe with me with whatever is going on between you both. I don't get in people's personal affairs. That's Mum's cup of busybody tea.."

"Luke man, what the fuck." Orlando sharply retorted at his brother's propensity of witty rambles.

"Just tellin it like it is. So what'll it be kids? Chop chop. I really think we need to go because I think I pissed some people off."

Orlando groaned as he ran his hand down his face. "This night just keeps getting more and more fucked up. I'll just get in the back."

"Noooo." you swiftly quipped. "I don't need you shifting gears back there."

Luke chortled as you reluctantly got out and plopped into the back with a huff.

"Smart girl." Luke grinned. As he began to get in, a screeching car could be heard in the distance.

"Time to go!" he then belted out and jumped in, slamming the door which made you cringe. "Buckle up buttercups. It's gonna be one hell of a joyride."

You clicked your belt and gulped as Luke fired her up and peeled out, leaving a trail of smoke behind your muscular Monte Carlo. The radio had already been on and Luke immediately cranked it up, then began singing the Golden Earring song, 'Radar Love' and tapped on the wheel as he raced around the corner with a vehicle speeding up from behind. He was enjoying this.

"I've been driving all night, my hands wet on the wheel. There's a voice in my head that drives my heel. It's my baby callin saying I need you here and it's a half past four and I'm shifting gear!"

Orlando was holding onto the chicken bar, being almost face planted into the window as the back end swayed out from the hard turn and you were holding onto the back of the seat that you peeked over with gaping eyes at the carload of pissed off strangers in tow.

"Jesus christ Luke, what the fuck did you do?!!" Orlando shouted over the music.

"No time for chit chat Landy!!" Luke bellowed as he took another tire squawking turn through the downtown streets of Salem, then tossed the hammer at him. "You may need this after all. The one guy has Godzilla tattooed on his arm and I can see the resemblance."

Whoever the people were, they were relentless in their pursuit. You couldn't see their faces due to the headlights but from what you could make out, there were at least four of them in what looked like a beefed up Trans Am.

"You mean to tell me you don't have a gun with you???" Orlando desperately asked his daredevil brother.

"Landy, you know I'm more of a hands on kinda guy. When the going gets tough, what do they say??"

"The tough get going." Orlando snarked as he rolled his eyes.

"No. They say shut the fuck up and hold on!"

Another fast burn out turn was taken, almost sending your car into a one eighty, but Luke skillfully and gracefully brought your girl back in line and continued on his fast and furious path.

"I think I'm the one who's gonna be sick." you muttered.

Orlando spun around and reached to you. "Jo, hold my hand. I'm here."

You quickly clasped onto him and now police sirens could be heard nearby.

"Ok, it's time to end this before we all need bail money. Hold the fuck on!!!" Luke warned with a shout and ran the upcoming red light as you ducked and screamed, listening to horns blasting from the green light traffic.

The Trans Am skidded into a three sixty as they went through it, almost plowing into a truck that Luke had miraculously cleared.

Luke turned a corner and then one more before hitting the brakes and magically maneuvering the super sport into a perfect slide as he entered a dark alley and immediately turned the lights off.

You all sat in silence for a moment with you and Landy still gripped onto each other, mouths gaping and both panting while Luke sat calm and collected with his hazel greens frozen in the rear view mirror at the street.

About ten seconds later, the Trans Am went speeding by, soon followed by two police cars, sirens blaring and lights blazing.

"What a rush! I need an after sex cigarette." Luke cheered with a huge smile.

"Speak for yourself!" Orlando barked and released your hand, then frantically tugged at his seatbelt until he was free and climbed over the seat, pulling you into his arms.

"You ok??" he sweetly asked as he stroked your hair.

You glanced up to see Luke's mesmerizing hues staring at you in the mirror, slightly stealing your breath to where you couldn't answer.

"She's fine. Aren't you sweetheart? In fact, I think she enjoyed the rush as well." Luke said in a tantalizing way, still locked in your eyes.

You'd be lying if you said that weren't true, considering the crazy life you had experienced with Jason and you could tell Luke knew that....and even liked it.

"Are you insane???" Orlando growled. "Who the hell were those people??!!"

"Insane? No. Venturesome would be the appropriate term."

"Crazy. Crazy is the appropriate term, now answer the damn question Luke!"

"Look...I simply followed pops into a bar to deal with him. These drunk hillbilly dudes didn't like that in "their" bar as they put it and so I gave them an attitude adjustment on top of the head, as the good old Hank song goes. Dad dipped out during the ass handing ceremony and once I had a free moment, I dipped too and found you...then they found me and here we are."

"That's just great man. Now they'll be looking for her car which isn't that hard to spot."

"Not tonight they won't unless they managed to elude the law. Besides, they'll be looking for me, not you doll...but I would recommend parking this beauty in a garage for awhile. If they ever give you any trouble darlin, you call me. I won't let anyone hurt you....and keep that pepper spray on hand."

Finally, you were ale to answer the acumen agent. "I...I don't have a garage at my place. The closest one is two blocks down and...I don't have your number."

"Well Lando has one. I mean, that's where you were headed tonight anyways right? I'll get your digits there and I have something else for you that will come in handy."

Luke crept down the alley with the lights off until he came to the next street, then he flipped them on and casually drove off like ya'll hadn't just been in the Daytona 500.

Somehow you dozed off on the long ride back to Orlando's beach front condo and awoke in his arms from the car coming to a halt and the light turning on as Luke got out to close the garage door.

"Rise and shine ladies." he jested and opened your door, winking at you as he softly grinned.

You got out and Orlando raced inside, heading straight for the bathroom to be sick.

"You see? I told you." Luke chuckled as he held the door for you.

Luke went straight to the kitchen and lit up a cigarette, then he began pulling out random food items from the fridge.

"You hungry? I make a mean steak."

"That actually sounds really good. I'm going to go check on Landy."

"Here. Wait."

Luke walked over to you with the cigarette hanging from his lips and handed you his phone.

"Put your number in." he said and then paused, forming a smugly cute grin. "Please."

You did so as he took his leather jacket off and walked over to a drawer, pulling something out, then returned to you, putting the cigarette out on his way.

As you handed him his phone back, you gasped at seeing his cut up and bloodied knuckles on his right hand. Instinctively, you took a hold of it to look it over better.

"Oh my God. Here, let me find some peroxide and clean that up for you."

"Nah, no need to fuss. It's nothing but a few cat scratches and as you can very well see, I'm a big boy. But thank you for the concern."

"Well Orlando's the doctor, not you, so we'll see what he thinks."

"Yes ma'am." Luke said, offering a smirk that held fondness as he peered down at you, still holding his hand.

"Oh... sorry. I'm ummm... yeah.. gonna go check him now." You stammered, pulling your hand back and left. Why in the hell did he make you so damn nervous?

"Hurry up in there bro! I need a shower before I start cooking." Luke hollered down the hall as you approached the bathroom door.

Softly you knocked. "Orlando? Are you ok??"

He quickly rubbed water all over his face and hair when he heard your voice, then hesitated for a moment to go out, feeling overly anxious and ashamed of his behavior.

You heard the water shut off and then the door zipped open to a saturated Orlando, shirtless and smelling of Listerine.

"Yeah, I'm good. God I'm so sorry Josie."

"Landy, don't apologize for being sick. That's not your fault." you assured him as you backed up, not knowing where to place your curious eyes. You had never seen him without a shirt before and felt a bit frazzled at his extremely toned build that his clothing hid well. Jesus Jo, what's the big deal? you asked yourself.

"No, not that. I'm sorry for yelling at you and acting like an asshole. You're right. About Ethan and why I lied about him." He finally admitted with a heavy heart and matching eyes. "He...swore he could get to you, even from prison and I...I couldn't...I wouldn't take that chance. If he ever hurt you, I...."

Orlando vigorously rubbed his face and sighed, then his eyes went wide as Luke, the also shirtless and most generously buff Brit, came walking up like a proud lion. His eyes fixated on you and indiscreetly traveled down your body, sending an intimidating shiver right through you.

"You couldn't wait to get undressed in the bathroom??" Orlando quipped.

"How did you put it earlier? Speak for yourself?" Luke retorted as his brows furrowed.

"I live here."

"As do I, temporarily that is. What's the big deal Lando? Lighten up, although it smells like you already did."

Luke reached inside the bathroom and flipped the exhaust on as he grimaced and then came back out.

"You gonna be able to eat without ralphing that up too? I'm making your favorite, steak, eggs and potatoes."

"Thanks man, but I think I'll just have some eggs and toast. Not all that hungry."

"Scrambled, just like your belly. Suit yourself. More for me and Josephine." Luke replied as he patted his tight and toned stomach, then grew a grin that bore all of his pearly whites. "Welp, I need a long hot shower. The steaks are thawing in the sink."

He began to walk off when you called him out.

"Hold it."

Luke slowly turned with a side eye at you and a tiny smile, then walked back to Orlando and held his injured hand out.

"Am I gonna live Doc? It looks way better than what your hand looked like."

The good doc looked it over, then dropped his hand and smiled.

"I'm sorry to tell you this but I'm going to have to amputate the entire hand."

Luke patted his little brother on the back of his neck and gave him a tiny shake.

"Good old doctor humor. Never gets old Landy. Glad I get to keep it because after the day I've had, I'm gonna need this hand in the shower."

You damn near choked on your own spit as Luke went into the bathroom and grinned at you as he shut the door.

Orlando dropped his head and shook it. "Just ignore him and the gutter his mind lives in. Come on. Lets go peel some potatoes."

Luke got in the shower and cranked it to as hot as he could take it and let it run over his head.

Now that he was alone, he could let his guard down, the one he used to protect himself just as he protected others. He was the strong one, he had to be, for his Mum and for Orlando and even for himself. There were things he had been through in his time away, things that he had seen, things that he had done and it ate at him on a daily basis. He and Orlando were a lot alike, taking their frustrations out in dangerous ways, both waiting for someone to pull the pin on the grenade living inside of them. Somedays he regretted the life he chose, feeling he was no better than his father or Ethan. He felt so guilty for leaving Orlando all alone, knowing what was going on, but he too was young, only eighteen at the time and traumatized as well, for it had happened to him too and Orlando and his Mum didn't know, no one did but him....and Luke couldn't bring himself to break his mother's weakened heart with the truth or send his brother over the edge with that revelation in his already vulnerable state of mind. Luke could have ended it all tonight. He had had his father's neck in his grip. One snap or hard long boa constrictor squeeze and it would have all been over....but he couldn't do it. Why??? It's what he did to all of the bad seeds like him, so WHY??

Luke laid his forehead on the shower wall and broke down sobbing in silent tears as he vowed he would find the courage to do it one day.

"Is he always like that?" you asked with a chuckle, for you had only met him briefly at the hospital after Orlando's surgery. You still remembered the first words out of his mouth when he saw you. "And who is this delightful creature?" From what you could now tell about him, Luke definitely had no filter and you even got the vibe that he possibly fancied you.

"That would be a hard yep. He's not a bad guy. He's actually one of the nicest and greatest people I've ever known. He's just been through his own shit in life and it's toughened him up. All that stupid ass humor of his is just a barrier. If he likes and trust you enough, he'll lower it, but with that said, he's tenacious. Once he sees something he wants, he won't stop until he gets it. I'm not sure I like the way he looks at you."

"What?? Landy, come on. He's Lee's good friend too. He wouldn't do that?? W...would..he?"

"He would and he will. Wouldn't be a first either. It's a thin line between love and friendship with him. Yeah, he loves Lee to death, but...trust me, that won't stop him. I'm his own brother and a long time ago, there was this girl I was seeing. I really liked her and I thought...stupidly thought.... she liked me too until one night I came home and caught her sucking his cock. Now of course he claimed that she came onto him and so he let it happen to prove a point, that I deserved better. You believe that shit? I mean, you heard him tonight. Saying he wouldn't tell anyone about us partying in the bar and he hasn't once asked about Lee tonight or where he was. He told you to call him if you needed help. He knows no boundaries, nor believes in them unless it's something of his. He's an adrenaline junkie who lives on the edge. Look what he did tonight??"

"He did that for you though didn't he? And look what you did tonight too."

Orlando tossed the potato peeler in the sink and just stared at you.

"So you're defending him now? No surprise there. Just like with Lee, everyone adores Luke and I am just shit."

"Ok, I did not mean it like that and you know it."

"Nooo Josie, I don't know it. It don't fucking matter anyways, so let's just drop it. You got what you wanted from me, the truth about how I lied to keep Ethan out of prison, so what more do you want?? I fucked up...then and tonight. I'm a fuck up and always have been."

"That's some tale you told there Lando, conveniently leaving out the entire plot." Luke flatly said as he came walking out in his sweats, carrying a shirt while towel drying his arms.

"You see?? A natural born spy who claims he don't get in people's business."

Luke pursed his lips and whipped the towel down on the chair, then yanked his shirt on and went to the stove to begin cooking as he ignored Orlando....at least he tried to, but now he was just flat out fucking pissed that his brother told his business to you, and he didn't tell it the way it actually happened....not to mention, he heard him admit his lie.

Luke suddenly slammed the skillet into the sink and got in Orlando's face, backing him across the room as he shouted in quite a hypocritical way without even realizing it due to his anger.

"What is the matter with you!!! You could have put Ethan away for a long time and you pussied out all because you got a case of puppy love???"

Orlando stood up to him all in your defense. "He threatened to hurt her!! And you know he could have had it done from prison!! Why didn't you just take care of him then??? Or dad??!! You had the bastard right in front of you tonight."

"Yes, in a room full of witnesses!!!"

"You have never cared about that! So don't give me that shit Luke. You could have easily disappeared into your little underground world just like you're so good at doing, and never be seen again. You know what he did to me, you know what Ethan did to me and you let them both walk, you fucking hypocrite, so don't stand here giving me shit for what I did to protect someone I care about."

"You mean someone you love, ain't that right Landy?? You're best friend's girl that you were hanging all over tonight in the bar as if Lee did not exist."

"Like I didn't exist when you had your cock in my girlfriend's mouth??! Or, you wanna talk about Lee?? What about you tonight?? I know you Luke! The way you were eyeing HIS girlfriend when he's also YOUR friend. What about Lee pining after Ethan in secret while he is supposed to love Josie?? Oh, right, bet you didn't know about that...."

"STOP IT!!" you shouted, now in tears. "You both speak as if I'm not even in the room and how dare you say that about Lee Landy!! He never said that was the case!"

"I'm sorry...Josie I am...You're right. I shouldn't have said that."

"You shouldn't have said a lot of shit tonight little brother but you just couldn't help yourself could you??? ALL because you're jealous. Oh everyone wants my brother and Lee, boo frickity who. That girl you were seeing was a piece of trash!! Only you were too desperate for love to see your worth. She was banging Ethan!!! I knew you wouldn't believe me so I had to prove to you what a whore she was, even if it hurt you, so my CLAIM was true! I threw her ass out after you stormed off. Maybe it was cold and cruel but it got the job done!"

"Cold and cruel? That's a fucking understatement if I ever heard one. You're no better than dad OR Ethan. You just left me there to take what he gave me, only caring about yourself!"

"You shut your mouth boy! Don't you ever compare me to either of them!" Luke raged as he pushed his nose against Orlando's.

In retaliation, Orlando shoved him, hard and fast, knocking Luke back about six feet and then charged him over the kitchen table.

Both scuffled to their feet and punches were thrown by each to the face and gut, and then the next thing you knew, Luke had Orlando in a choke hold as you stood in panic, not knowing what to do except scream at Luke, which did absolutely nothing.

"Get off of him!!!!"

You dumped your purse out to find your phone to call 911 but it was missing. Your eyes then frantically searched the room for something to stop Luke's' madness and they ceased on the small black object that Luke pulled out of the drawer to give you but never had the chance. You knew exactly what it was, for Gerry had given you one once, but you never carried it. A Kubaton. No bigger than a marker that could be hooked on a keychain if desired or just carried in your pocket. The plastic was so hard that it had the potential, if used correctly, to break someone's nose or fingers to fend off an attacker. Even a good hit to the head would knock someone stupid.

"I'm not such a good guy after all now am I Landy??!" Luke snarled as he squeezed his gasping and thrashing brother. "And do you know why that is?????? Because that piece of garbage did it to me too!"

Without even thinking, you ran up behind Luke and cracked him above the eye with it. Luke released Orlando and fell to the ground, holding his bleeding head as Orlando dropped to his hands and knees, coughing and grasping at his throat.

"Luke!! I'm sorry!!!" you shouted and went to him. "I..I had to stop you...I...."

"I'm fine. Check my brother." Luke grunted out as he propped himself against the table leg.

You then heard a thud and turned to see Orlando passed out on the floor, his face beet red.

"Landy!! Oh my god...!"

You fell to your knees beside him, smacking at his cheeks, trying to wake him but he was motionless. Quickly, you felt for a pulse on his neck and then laid your head on his bare chest to listen for a heartbeat...and found neither.

"Luke!! He's not breathing!!!!!!!!!"

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Trick or Treat

A conversation between Midge and Emily

The phone call comes in the early afternoon on a Wednesday.

“Hi, Emily, it’s Midge Schneider, from Stars Hollow. Lorelai’s neighbor?”

Emily freezes, a little confused. “Oh. Hello.”

“Hi,” Midge smiles. “Look, I know it’s strange for me to be calling out of the blue, but I found a few things that I thought you would really like, and I wondered if you’d like to stop by when you’re free.”

“...Oh. Well. Things I would like?”

“Photos of Lorelai and Rory,” Midge explains. “I’d mail them, but I worry about them getting creased. If you’re busy, I can drop them off at some point.”

“No,” Emily says, surprised. “I would very much like photos of the girls.”

“Great! Free Saturday afternoon?” Midge asks.

“I...yes, actually.”

“See you around one. I’ll make some cake. See you Saturday!”

With that, she hangs up, and Emily frowns at the phone.

*****

She pulls up to the Schneiders’ home that Saturday, and looks up at the house.

It’s a modest home. Well-kept, and Emily knows there’s an incredible garden in the back. She gets out of the car and steps up to the front porch, glancing around at the flower boxes, and an ornate bench swing. 

When she knocks, the door swings open and Midge smiles at her, still wearing an apron. “Emily!”

“Hello, Midge.”

“Hi, come on in!”

Emily steps inside, looking around at the front hall, painted a pale shade of pink, lined with family photos and show posters. She’s led through the foyer and back to the kitchen, naturally lit and adorned with cream wallpaper with what look like hand-sketched dusky pink roses on it.

Midge doesn’t stop though, and Emily follows her through to a warm dining room, its table long and laden with an antique tea set, and home-baked pastries.

“Have a seat,” Midge says, gesturing towards the table.

“I...I didn’t know you’d gone to all this trouble...” Emily admits, looking surprised.

“No trouble,” Midge shrugs. “I love to do this stuff, and I don't get to as often as I used to anymore.” She starts pouring the tea. “Lemon? Sugar?”

“Lemon, please,” Emily says, sitting down slowly, looking around. “Your house is quite nice.”

Midge beams and hands her a cup. “Thanks. We did a little refresh recently. Had the walls washed and a deep dusting.” She sits down with her own tea, taking a sip. “Please, help yourself to whatever you’d like. There’s chocolate rugelach, lemon blueberry cake, and cinnamon babka.”

“I’m sorry, I’ve had rugelach, but I don’t know that I know what babka is,” Emily admits.

Midge lights up. “It’s a yeasted swirl bread,” she explains. “Usually chocolate or cinnamon. Lenny likes cinnamon so I stick with that.”

Emily nods, but hesitates. “I appreciate all of this, Midge. It’s very nice of you, but I am curious about those photos of the girls.”

Midge nods and gets up, setting her cup down, before going to the other room and coming back with a folder. “My son is a photography hobbyist, and the year before Rory started Chilton, we had a family get-together, and when the sun went down, he lit the whole garden and took really beautiful photos. Lorelai and Rory were there, and he got some great shots of them, too.” She hands them over and grins.

Emily takes it and opens it, looking down. “Oh, these are really something.”

“Right? Ethan did a great job,” Midge smiles proudly. “And the girls are so photogenic anyways.”

“They truly are,” Emily agrees, still gazing at the photos. “Lenny’s garden is remarkable.”

“Oh, he loves it,” Midge smiles. “It’s like his fourth child.”

Emily nods slowly as she looks at the other woman. “Can I ask you a question?”

 “Sure.”

Emily stays quiet a moment before speaking. “You seem to know Lorelai and Rory so much better than Richard and I.”

Midge shrugs a little. “Well...we met them when they were pretty young, and we adore both of them. Smart, driven girls. It was like having more kids. Well...we feel that way about a lot of people in town. Luke and Jess. Lane, too.”

“But you can’t possibly agree with all the decisions they make,” Emily comments tartly.

“God, of course not,” Midge scoffs. “Believe me, there are times I could pull out my hair, thinking about some of the stupid mistakes those girls have made. And Luke. And Jess. And Lane.”

Emily huffs.

“And when I was younger, I would have swooped in to fix everything,” Midge admits. “Just took the wheel and steered them away from whatever dumbass decisions they were making. But as an old woman, I know that they would hate me for it. I have to let them make their dumbass decisions and help pick up the pieces when they ask for my help. Because if they need help, they’ll ask. Well. The girls will. Luke and Jess are much bigger idiots.”

“Men usually are.”

“You’re not kidding.”

Emily sighs softly. “I absolutely loathe not just taking control and getting everything back on track.”

Midge shrugs. “You get used to it.”

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Violet, Chapter 9, The Dark Night of the Soul

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Chapter 9: The Dark Night of the Soul

The party reached its conclusion in the wee hours of the morning with tipsy guests stumbling to their carriages; jolly and sated.

 Eventually the company had dwindled to just the Ambroses, Luke, Will and Violetta, with only two servants in the kitchen still cleaning up. As they settled in the parlor with a final whiskey or tea, the light within the house dimmed to a dusky sepia; candles flickered down to their bases, and gas lamps were turned low. Violet donned an apron over her gown and rolled up her sleeves, trying to escape any further socialization by assisting the maids. Will noticed her retreat as he settled into the plush armchair. It was such a generous gesture and such a paradoxical sight; her in that fine dress, ready to work like a scullery maid. Will only found it all the more alluring that she was utterly immune to any of their opinions or judgments on the matter.

“And just where do you think you're going?” Mrs. Ambrose asked genial and tipsy, holding the young lady's hand.

“I'm going to help Lucy and Greta with the last bit of washing up so they can take the carriage home a bit sooner. I won't have them walking home through London in the pitch black of night, Katherine.”

Katherine sighed in resignation, knowing that when Violet set her mind to something, there was no dissuading her. “Very well, darling, but hurry back,” she said with a kiss on the cheek.

“It shouldn't take long,” she said, patting Mrs. Ambrose's hand, and nodding to the others. “Gentlemen, I'll return shortly.”

Luke chuckled, saying haughtily and derisively, “Silly girl...she does realized that's not her job, doesn't she?”

“Just let the girl be kind, Luke,” Charles said, swirling his fine whiskey in its tumbler. Will could tell Mr. Ambrose was frustrated with the man, but far too gracious to scold him outright for the way he jabbed at Violetta all evening. Although the Ambroses were far too kind to do so, Will wished sincerely that they would kick him out the door. Dr. Garrett liked to pretend he was staying after the others as a special guest and a favor to his hosts, but really it was that the man had no where else to be and was blissfully unaware that he had overstayed his welcome.

No other friend but the chronically sweet and patient George Spencer would tolerate him at length. Will, on the other hand, was certainly no George Spencer, and silently shot daggers at the doctor all evening. The reverend was disgusted that Luke seemed to think sly derision over the course of the dinner party was a perfectly good mode of flirtation, like pulling a girl's pigtails in school. Neither behavior, Will thought, had any place in courtship or affection, regardless of age. He would certainly never allow a man to treat his daughter this way, nor had he raised her to settle for such behavior from men. How was she doing it? He thought, How is she maintaining composure with the imp's insults in her ear all night, in addition to the terrible heartache I've given her?  

He watched her as he ruminated, admiring her tenacity, her grace, silently praising the girl. Violetta swept back through, hanging her apron on a kitchen hook and gently kissing the maids on each cheek. She walked them to the door, seeing them to the carriage. Returning, she settled in a comfortable lounge, shivered, yawned, and rubbed her eyes drowsily. Will wordlessly poured and passed her a cup of steaming tea. She smiled gratefully and said, “Thank you, Reverend,” as his gentle fingers grazed hers for the briefest moment, causing a secret spark in them both. They smiled to each other, both remembering their tea in the library.

After a valiant attempt at polite small talk, Charles mercifully slapped his thighs and said, “Well, Luke, it really was lovely to see you but I'm afraid the misses and I aren't as young as we used to be, and we'll be needing our rest.”

“Uh...certainly,” Luke said, and bade each one of them goodbye, ending with Violetta. She had to swallow a grimace as he kissed her hand. “Violet, my dear, thank you for a lovely dinner.”

“Baciami il culo.” She said very quietly and sweetly, curtsying. Will, who understood Italian, covered his amused smile and surprised bark of laughter by pretending to yawn with a hand over his mouth.

“What was that, my dear?” Luke asked.

“Oh, I'm terribly sorry doctor, when I'm fatigued my native tongue takes precedence. I simply wished you a good evening.”

Good girl, Will thought with snarky satisfaction.

All four exchanged looks of relief as they closed the door after the agitating man. Then they climbed the dark stairwell with small candles, like a procession, ready to sleep like the dead. At the top, Charles said, “Violet, darling we leave quite early tomorrow so I'll say my goodbyes now. I don't want to deprive you of a lie in.”

Will chimed in. “...and I'll be attending early mass, so I'll also express my enormous gratitude for the lovely meal and company now, Miss Vespero.

She bade them all goodnight in turn, over the flicker of their held candles; a little glowing bubble against the almost entirely benighted expanse of the house. Will and Violetta moved carefully toward their rooms after the older couple closed their bedroom door, leaving the space dimmer still. Suddenly, both of their candles flickered out in a draft, wrapping them in the opaque black cloak of the witching hour. The professor and the student stood silent for startled moment, until Violetta felt the warm tips of Will's fingers brush against her own in the intimate velvet darkness, heard and felt his breath coming closer, mingling with hers.  

“Vi...” he whispered very gently, carefully, as if reaching for her by echolocation. He pronounced merely the first syllable of her name, like the smallest prayer or incantation. It was as if he feared that speaking the entire sorcerous word might enslave his soul irreversibly. He only meant to gather her into his arms again, to embrace her in this fortuitous clandestine moment, but as his hand circled her satin-draped waist, her lips meet his. The shock of it fizzled through him like an electric jolt. He thought of himself glowing like a lighthouse, his affection for her shining from his chest like a blinding lantern.

He raised a hand, trailing by touch, feeling first satin, then satiny skin. He found himself carefully tracing her features as if they were fragile things, precious things; following the contours of her full cheeks, her warm neck, stroking a thumb across her eyebrow, long downy eyelashes, and the silky tendrils of hair skimming her face. Far too soon, her warm lips released his, and he immediately missed her heat upon his mouth.  

She rose to her toes, bracing her tender hands on his firm shoulders to steady herself while whispering into the shell of his ear, “Buona notte, Padre.” Then she vanished in rustle of skirts, leaving Will breathless and alone in a lightless liminal space. All the world was suddenly darker and colder without her. The phrase that came to the vicar's mind was, Why have you forsaken me?, but in the moment he wasn't sure if the question was intended for her for for his God.

Buona notte, Padre- Good night, Father

Baciami il culo- Kiss my ass

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[scarlet--wiccan]

I've recently read Vision and the Scarlet Witch (the second one, where Billy and Tommy are given birth to) and, er, why is Quicksilver randomly spouting hilariously over-the-top racist remarks to Luke Cage. I thought it was going to be set-up for a brainwashing arc so was that a thing in another series going on at the same time or is this just... something Englehart decided to throw in as an attempt at black comedy?

I will preface this by saying that Vision and the Scarlet Witch, like most comics written in 1980s, is not without racism-- just look at the stuff with Nekra and Black Talon. This book was not written to be hateful, but it was written with ignorance and oversight, as many things were and still are. I'm not trying to exempt Englehart on that front.

Vision and the Scarlet Witch (1985) takes place in real time-- each issue is set one month apart over the course of one year, including Wanda's full pregnancy. To mark the passage of time, a lot of these issues are set during a holiday or seasonal event.

Luke Cage appears in issue #8, which is set on Martin Luther King Jr. Day in January. Remember, MLK Day was signed into law in 1983, so at the time this was a brand new holiday. Now, I'm not Black and I wasn't alive in the 80s, so I can't really attest to how people were observing or speaking about this at the time, but, to me, this issue reads as a well-intentioned but deeply cringe-worthy attempt at a Very Special Episode commemorating the MLK Day's inception. Our heroes team up with their-- admittedly tokenized-- Black friend, Luke, who deposits some heartfelt expressions of hope and sentiment about racial progress. This is, of course, written by a white writer, and you can really tell.

Now, Englehart writes Pietro pretty consistently as an unlikeable character in V&SW, so his role in this issue to to make insensitive remarks that push the conversation forward. Luke mentions that MLK Day was supposed to be his day off, and Pietro scoffs at this because he's an asshole and he thinks Luke is being negligent. It comes across really poorly because of this line--

Well, I have nothing against Martin Luther King-- some of the best Inhumans have dusky skin, after all-- but taking new "days off" when crime never sleeps leads to a weakening of moral fiber, in my opinion!

This coming from someone who is himself a racialized minority.

As you can see, Englehart made some really gross decisions here! Pietro and Luke continue to butt heads, but none of their other dialogues are loaded like this one. This is the only issue of V&SW that Luke is actually in, so unless I'm missing something, I'm pretty is the worst of Pietro's weird anti-Black characterization. It's out of character, especially by today's standards, and it's uncomfortable to read, but I don't think it warrants a brain-washing theory. You might be confusing this with a storyline from a few years later, when Pietro becomes temporarily ~evil~ and ~crazy~ under Maximus Boltagon's psychic influence. That one mostly plays out in Avengers West Coast.

[libidomechanica]

And in my bonny ship

Lay deep you mayst have always running     the bush my beadsman’s hand, till the day, my Julia. Me     first did see beautiful and more appeares; O see what     he to die. Unless sometimes … and pass, escaped, to the moonlight     of the muses! Into

a new light. Betrays meant, as     this night and ears, he never shene, with no ideals thread it     the Grates; when he bellowing you, and becomes when what a     sense of wretched her pony, that men unborn shall not prizing     headlong to be married

and set a sculptured porpoise,     gills across the human for the gate. Of all soar. For ylike     to the whisper at night, alone. This way, and brake with     girt and mixt with smiling Spring, and still, my John. That gives     me write, and bonny blue

een. I see Tweed’s silver-set; about,     lord Gregory. Felt an innocent warmth as filchers     use, he came. Or is it, that music on the rose was thy     gentle shephearde, Wrenock was her look not too far. Though the     should surely hath the devil

has been her cool bed of boys     and rare. She took the hour we steep rougher voice will no fair     beseechers use, he thrust it to say, but could life; which thy     brother ran in heaven. They who in him sallow Polish     river, yet lost thine and

thou bitter, but we, unworthier,     told of civilization is plaidie, kissin’ Theniel Menzies’     bonie Mary Magdalane, was borne away that bears those,     bearing waye: but winter outside than that through mine refuses     find this advancing

sweete-cruell shot: a kindling fire is     no Gordian sea-god to choose moment, readings in the     patron. Tak down through gilt wires a crafty loving loose     desired, and now at his brand never writ, nor cursed. And why     on You? Willie Wastle

head, sunning ahead on a     pincushion, the Salt I have hooted all that it feel, or, being     my fingertips, shame and Nature might embower that     no day was ripe; a sounds convey; if I, indeed, divine.     But winter comes. Forget

not so unkind that I fear your     promised length his life. We might be filled more and wha will come.     Als of the tables man to worke eternall sleepe. A scarf     of orphans in envy of the Way of Life—one litter.     Such precious and hacked and

as a candles fix’d in my Gates,     and Betty, rising on the hill, thy soul with Loyal Flames;     when next are bent into the Abbey-ruin in the patron.     On the same reason selfe on the white rose, The bridge that     are they are such pow’r before

me liked it more to the water,     yet never likely to mute than mine; for the saucepan     shadow’d which wanton in his back have not with slaughter: round     as yet had made the cold spell the fire in fire-balloons. Then     one as the apple, sends

the dusky groves and sallying out     of joint, as he cried Betty fifty-nine today. Of such     evil stroke. The park, the blinks o’ your soothing:-nothing her,     there there rang out from me when the brain and devoures, but     mine recall. Walter too,

’ said Lilia’s heathy hills of     Ettrick’s vale, is but by the gate, Luke Havergal, there’s     not a chef come down, to bringing old saw pronounces that     my mind was stung; when Damon love me thy Will, ’ and knife. As     here and of girls—sick for

the person exactly when I     think o’ her like balmy air, shall heart wilder’d up in th’     other’s Ancle—cries that is it thou stil, and still. Her     intellectual giant, we little pony he is     nam’d, neede not the snoopy

man abroad, oh Shah, what left alone,     I marry the rose in my bonie Mary, charlie Grigor     tint his ray. His Desert for love, and clasping a sidewalks     in California and only me is Will, ’ add to     the ground; one groans, the clear;

Corinna, for the kind: so will     not resigned his Foot, and gave me? Is in tune, he marked here     whelmed with the Fruit of God! The cruel wrong … I move on—some     were it ever likely towers to new words—the sway, which     we met—some one litter.

[isoprax]

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[mushroommudhouse]

Luke

Laying in my arms, a prince with soft golden hair rests 

Still shrouded by sleep his eyelids feel the weight of my gaze and flutter open for a moment 

As they close my heart cries out

I blow a kiss to the clock and wish time would stay on my side  

Hearing my plea  and seeing that my love was true and pure Kronos holds his hands out, gathering each second that passes and pours them on to the bed around us. 

Bathed in a pool of eternal now our limbs slide skin against skin 

As he slumbers and I drink in his scent, honey and blood and magic 

Hypnos, with wand of poppy, slips through the smokey veil of sleep, his path from Erebus illuminated with the love all mortals carry into the afterlife 

His walks are numerous, nightly, 

eternal. 

The road carries him into the places of those who have not yet crossed, but only rest in the peacefulness of death. 

His wings flex as he shoulders the gate, pushing through 

Readying his dream spell he steps forward 

But when he sees my prince with soft lips and shrouded eyes curiously searching beneath white rose petal lids 

he cannot cast 

Love whispers to him and begs for him to stop 

To stay in this place where time holds with soft hands 

Hypnos does not know that the yearning from my heart was the magic holding this moment 

his presence disturbs it

Seconds rejoin minutes and melt into hours 

Helios announces his intentions to start the day with soft red light  

Knowing what this means for him, the God of Sleep reaches out and plucks my love from  my arms 

My heart cries out again

But time has moved on 

Hypnos knows magic I do not, he slips in and out of shadow, pulling prayers from the air and laying them down at his feet 

Creating a patchwork path of desire and faith 

 A road that he tenderly steps up, twirling his beloved treasure around and around in the moon’s fading beams 

Over the great green trees they dance 

And into the thick wood I run 

I come to a river, the water flowing swiftly over a bed of snow white silt. 

It splashes and sings against the shore 

A song of sorrow and oblivion 

of soft skin and godly intentions 

Of a dream who fell in love 

And I know they have been here and I must follow this river to its source. 

Tracking the undeniably sweet scent of divinity, which is true love, I make my way up the bank. 

Stillness settles in the air as I get to the place where the water pulls herself from the sea 

A quiet feathered message from the altar of my womb whispers of their departure from this realm 

I know that I cannot find the curtain Hypnos slipped through, the dream materials he tore open to find safe passage to his home untouchable to mortal fingers, 

but I can feel, spilling through the cracks between our worlds, the magic of stars and flowers and honey, 

Of rainbowed mist and golden dew 

Of my prince 

I built a fire     Strong and hot

Hungry, greedily consuming everything I feed it 

Reaching up with a blade of chipped stone I cut lock after lock of my hair to satisfy demand for fuel, and demand for sacrifice  

Oily smoke rising from damp wood begs admittance 

Hades from his cold earthen throne permits the ground under my offering to open and swallow me whole 

Foot to sharp stone 

Over hill, through cavern

To the bank of another river, 

This one a bed of obsidian sand, and smooth rocked banks

Lethe whispers as I stand on her shore 

The dusky horizon is pierced by the silhouette of a smokey castle  across her clear water

There on the dark pebble beach 

           A prince  

Archlys wraps her cloak of hopelessness around my shoulders 

Assuring me Hypnos’ intentions to hold tight the deliberate hands of my sweet love  

As I gaze into his perfect face 

He looks at me the way he always does - with eyes that see what I really am - infinite 

Every piece of magic that was woven into my fabric begins to shake 

The threads that bind me 

Remember that they are boundless 

And Unravel 

My heart no longer cries 

The shadow cast by my endless love whispers to my old bones 

And they remembered what they were before bones

Songs and dirt and clouds 

and stars and stories 

They reach back to a time when they were only magic 

Only love

And they unwind 

The inky white lyrics Prometheus carved into my skin buzz and sing as Stone after stone is pulled from my silken veins  

 Nestling into the soft bed of the River Lethe, she laps around my hard smooth surfaces 

Let go, she whispers 

And soon it’s as if 

I’ve always been a path of rocks, here, with her 

And suddenly 

I know that an electric shock is coursing over me

A man, his feet firmly planted, I don’t know why but the parts of me that touch the parts of him

          rejoice 

I feel it’s what I’ve been waiting for 

He’s looking for someone, on the other side 

He cries, 

But I feel complete in a way 

                             I think I must have  

                                                       always 

                                                                  felt 

[incorporatedmmorg]

Grizzly bear rag player piano

Silks And Rags (Waltzes) THANE, LOGAN (NAT E. Trombone Johnsen (Ragtime Cakewalk) STONE, FRED S. Sponge SMITH, CHRIS AND EUROPE, JAMES REESE Ballin’ The Jack (Fox Trot) SMITH, LEE OREANĬampin’ On De Ole Suwanee (Characteristic March, Two Step, Polka or Cakewalk) SNYDER, TED Wild Cherries (Rag) STARK, E. Lumb’rin’ Luke (Cakewalk and Two Step) SILVERMAN AND WARD, That Hand Played Rag SIMON, W. PHILIP Jungle Time (A Genuine Rag) SEYMOUR, CY Holy Moses (Rag) The Whitewash Man (March and Two Step) SCOTT, JAMES A Summer Breeze (March and Two Step) Sleepy Sidney (Ragtime Two Step) SCHWARTZ, JEAN Dusky Dudes (Cakewalk) Too Much Raspberry (Fox Trot) SCHEU, ARCHIE W. The Eight O’Clock Rush (Rag) RUSSELL, SYDNEY K. M., Walkin’ On De Rainbow Road (March, Cakewalk and Two Step) ROBINSON, J. The Pride Of Bucktown (Ragtime March) ROBERTS S. The Junk Man Rag ROBERTS, JAY The Entertainer’s Rag ROBERTS, ROBERT S. Pork and Beans (One Step or Two Step Trot) Funny Folks (Ragtime March and Two Step) PRATT, PAUL Colonial Glide PUCK, HARRY The Foot-Warmer (One Step or Two Step) ROBERTS, C. Trouble (Rag) NIEBERGALL JULIA LEE, Horseshoe Rag NORTHUP, JOSEPH Cannon Ball (Characteristic Two Step) O’HARE, WILLIAM CHRISTOPHER Levee Revels (An Afro-American Cane Hop) POWELL, W. Whistling Rufus (Characteristic Two Step, March or Polka) MORRISON, WILL B. Rastus on Parade (Characteristic Two Step March) Rags To Burn MILLS, KERRY At A Georgia Campmeeting (Characteristic Two Step, March or Polka) The Pippin (A Sentimental Rag) MATTHEWS, ARTIE Pastime Rag No. I Got The Blues (Characteristic Ragtime Two Step) MARSHALL, ARTHUR Ham and Eggs (A Ragtime Two Step) On Easy Street (Ragtime Two Step) MAGGIO, A. That Madrid Rag LODGE, HENRY Temptation Rag LYONS, BOB AND YOSCO, GEORGE Spaghetti Rag MACEACHRON, J. BODEWALT Creole Belles (Ragtime March)ĭixie Girl (Characteristic March and Two Step) LENZBERG, JULIUS Haunting Rag Sensation (A Rag, arranged by Joplin) LAMPE, J. Tiger Rag (One Step) LAMB, JOSEPH American Beauty Rag Shake Yo’ Dusters (Piccaninny Rag, Two Step) LA ROCCA, D. That Teasin’ Rag (Rag and Two Step) KAUFMAN, MEL B. Swipesy (Cake Walk) JORDAN, JOE Nappy Lee (A Slow Drag) Something Doing (A Ragtime Two Step) JOPLIN, SCOTT AND LOUIS CHAUVIN Heliotrope Bouquet (A Slow Drag Two Step) JOPLIN, SCOTT AND MARSHALL, ARTHUR Lily Queen (A Rag and Two Step) Weeping Willow (A Ragtime Two Step) JOPLIN, SCOTT AND SCOTT HAYDEN Felicity Rag (Ragtime Two Step) The Chrysanthemum (An Afro-American Intermezzo) Dill Pickles (Rag and Two Step)ĭoc Brown’s Cakewalk (The Original Kansas City Rag) JOPLIN, SCOTT A Breeze From Alabama (March & Two Step) Why We Smile INGRAHAM, HERBERT Poison Ivy (Rag) JANZA, MARK Lion Tamer (A Syncopated Fantasia) JENTES, HARRY Bantam Step (Fox Trot or One Step) JOHNSON, CHARLES L. Ragtown Rags HUMFELD, CHARLES Who Let The Cows Out? (A Bully Rag) HUNTER, CHARLES Just Ask Me (A Ragtime Two Step) I’m Alabama Bound (Ragtime Two Step) HOFFMAN, MAX Rag Medley Queen Raglan (Cakewalk and Two Step) HOFFMAN, ROBERT A Dingy Slow Down "Cleanin’ Up” in Georgia (Cakewalk Patrol or Two Step) HAHN, TEDDY The Amazon Rag HENRICH, A. Jinx Rag (arranged by Matthews, Artie) GILES, IMOGENE Red Peppers (Two Step) GLOGAU, JACK The Aeroplane (Ragtime Two Step) GUY, HARRY P. BENNET) Sweet Pickles (Characteristic Two Step) FRANKLIN, BERNARD Blackville Society (Cakewalk Two Step) GIBLIN, IRENE Chicken Chowder (Characteristic Two Step) GIBSON, L. Oh! You Devil (Rag) DOBYNS, GERALDINE Possum Rag EUROPE, JAMES REESE The Castle (Doggy Fox Trot) FLORENCE, GEORGE (AKA/THERON C. The Shovel Fish (Rag) COZAD, IRENE Eatin’-Time Rag CRABB, DUANE Fluffy-Ruffles (Two Step) DABNEY, FORD C. You Tell ‘Em Ivories COOK, WILL MARION Cruel Papa! (Fox Trot) COOK, HARRY L. The Mazie King Midnight Trot CONFREY, ZEZ Coaxing the Piano Russian Rag (Interpolating the world famous Prelude by Rachmaninoff) Policy King (Two Step) BURGESS, MATTIE HARL Rag Alley Dream COBB, GEORGE L. The Chevy Chase (Fox Trot) BOLEN, GRACE Smoky Topaz (March and Two Step) BOTSFORD, GEORGE Chatterbox Rag A Cyclone In Darktown (Rags) BLAKE, EUBIE Fizz Water (Trot and One Step) Worlds Fair Rag BARGY, ROY Blue Streak (Rag Fox Trot) МультфильмĪDLER, BERNARD Dat Lovin’ Rag (Two Step) ANDERSON, WILLIE Keystone Rag (Rag) ARNDT, FELIX Nola (A Silhouette for the Piano) AUFDERHEIDE, MAY Dusty (Rag)

[ask-luciavampire]

new vampire join lucia clan

[sweetrevxnge]

Like Phantoms, Forever

Chapter Three | And Between It All...

Pairing: Ben Solo x Reader

Summary: Your destiny had never been clear to you, only becoming so when it led you to leaving behind the life you knew to train with the galaxy's sole Jedi Master, Luke Skywalker. His Jedi Academy became your new home, bringing with it the promise of someday becoming a Jedi Knight. While navigating the ways of the Force, an inexplicable connection forms between you and a fellow student—the heir to the legendary Skywalker bloodline, Ben Solo. Together, the two of you must face your destinies and forge the path to your true selves.

What to expect: fluff, violence, sexual content, general angst, mentions/descriptions of injury and death

Additional info: this story is set in 28 ABY, six years prior to the events of TFA

*concurrently being published on AO3 and Wattpad as well!

Masterlist

Word count: 2.6k

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Bzzt, bzzt, bzzt.

The watch on your wrist jolted you awake, alerting you that it was 0600. After a moment of wrestling the twill blanket off of you, you rubbed your eyes with the heel of your palms, willing yourself awake. Through the window, you could see that the night had not fully vanished yet, the clear sky still painted a dusky hue.

With Ben’s advice in mind, you had made a point to set your alarm early to allow yourself ample time to get to training, especially since today was scheduled to be the first day of “Force Training” with Master Skywalker, marking the completion of your first week at the Academy. Hopefully being early would put you back in his good graces and ensure a minimally terrible training experience.

The rough texture against the soles of your feet let you know that yesterday’s robes had never made it into the hamper, remaining a crumpled mess on the ground, blue stain peeking through the layers. You shuffled over to your dresser, pulling a fresh set from the creaky drawer. Donning the new robes, you cinched them tight around your middle, adjusting the material to fit your frame.

In the tiny mirror resting atop the drawers, you caught a glimpse of the tufts of tangles embedded in your hair, evidence of a good night’s rest. Opting for the same braid as the day before, you began working at the knots, hissing as the teeth of your comb tugged at your scalp. Once a cohesive braid had been woven, you pulled a few pieces out from the front, framing your face with tumbling strands.

You fumbled through your bag of personal belongings in hopes of locating the lip balm you had stowed away. You weren’t sure why you had brought it—the last thing a Jedi should care about is their appearance—but it was one of the few items you had taken with you the day you left. The thin metal tube grazed your fingertips and you snatched it, pulling the cap off and dragging the rosy balm across your lips, smacking them together as a finishing touch. Its pigment was subtle, made from the crushed petals of a Dantooine-native flower. You weren’t quite sure why you had gone out of your way to wear it today, but it raised your confidence just enough to prepare you for the day ahead.

 As you walked your familiar path to the dining hall, you noticed an array of vibrant colors bleeding throughout the sky, rays of amber light spilling over a blush backdrop, a sharp contrast to the dark treeline beyond the campus. There was something so enthralling about sunrises. During harvest season, you spent many mornings under the rising sun, captivated by the unique display of light. This was the first sunrise you had witnessed at the Academy, having had slept through them the past week. Maybe this was a sign, one representing a new beginning for you here.

The training grounds were empty when you arrived, your watch face displaying 0642 as the current time. Surveying the area, you spot a makeshift bench made of what looked like bamboo poles laid across two rocks. Good enough, you thought as you carefully sat down, afraid that the bamboo’s integrity could be misleading and you’d fall right through it.

Sounds of various birds and insects buzzing and humming filled the crisp air, lulling you into a relaxed state as you closed your eyes, hoping to finally meditate. You had tried once before on Dantooine, but had little success with actually focusing on the Force. There had been a brief moment of synchrony in that attempt, feeling as if all of your senses had been amplified, sensitive to the most minute stimuli, until it disappeared a moment later. Every subsequent attempt to connect with the Force had been unsuccessful, yet you had faith that you would entwine with its energy once again.

Concentrating on the input of your senses, you absorbed your surroundings—from the chitter of wildlife, the waft of the damp grass, to the rising suns’ warm rays kissing your skin.

Abruptly, the presence of the suns was gone, leading you to believe that you were beginning to immerse yourself in the Force.

“I see that you took my advice.”

A spike of adrenaline flooded your veins, your eyes flying open to ascertain who had just interrupted you. It wasn’t long before your vision focused on the tall figure standing before you, blocking the sunlight’s path.

“What the fuck, Ben?!” you gasped, clutching your pounding chest. How long has he been here? you thought, now feeling self-conscious in your vulnerable state. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

Ben laughed. “I’ll admit, I do have a bad habit of scaring the life out of you.”

You crossed your arms with a frown, playing up your anger to a level it wasn’t. Truthfully, you weren't sure how to respond, feeling as if your social skills had disintegrated in the presence of Ben.

“Yeah, w-well,” you stuttered, “friends don’t scare each other like that.”

“So, that makes us friends, right?” Ben cocked an eyebrow, a smile forming on his face.

“Don’t make me regret saying that,” you groaned, rolling your eyes to evade his intense gaze. Ben could hardly be classified as a friend, considering that most of the friends you had didn’t make your heart race the way he did. “Why are you here so early, anyways?”

He shifted his weight, his long legs folding into a crossed position as he sat in front of you, his eyes now leveled with yours. “I have a hard time staying asleep, so I always end up getting out here early,” he replied, his hands mindlessly tugging at the grass, breaking the blades between his fingers.

There was nothing to say that he was lying, given that this was his first morning back since your arrival. But even so, there was a hint of insincerity in his explanation.

“Have you tried asking Master Skywalker to import some juma juice? That should do the trick.”

A deep chuckle erupted from his throat. “Something tells me that he wouldn’t approve,” he said, shaking his head lightly. “But maybe I’ll track some down next time I’m off-world and give it a try.”

The air fell silent between the two of you, but not in a terribly uncomfortable way. The suns illuminated the two of you as you sat there—you, absentmindedly picking at your nails while Ben worried a few blades of grass between his fingertips, the green pigment slowly bleeding onto his skin. For someone who was a new addition to your life, you felt as if you had known Ben for a lifetime.

As it neared 0700, students began to trickle into the grounds, slowly turning the quiet cove into a bustling hub, one filled with conversation and laughter. 

Master Skywalker was among these additions, surveying his apprentices from his position at the front of the group. His eyes found you, enthralled in conversation with his nephew, who dare he say, looked cheerful. He lingered on the two of you, a smile creeping up on his face.

Your conversation was interrupted by a voice booming over the lively group of students, indicating that training was starting.

“Good morning, everyone. I hope you all slept well,” Master Skywalker announced, causing a swarm of heads to turn at once.

A cacophony of voices returned his greeting, including yours. In the commotion, the Jedi Master’s gaze fixed on you, causing you to shift nervously on the bench. Ben noticed this in his periphery and glanced at you, an airy chuckle escaping through his nostrils before he returned his attention to his uncle.

“I’m going to be spending the morning with my newest apprentice, but I will be leading advanced and intermediate groups this afternoon and evening,” he explained, pacing back and forth slowly in front of the group. “Does that sound okay to everyone?” The group nodded in return, accepting this itinerary as if they really had a say.

At his uncle’s words, Ben turned to face you and mouthed a quiet ‘lucky you’. You shook your head dismissively, kicking your foot out to hit the sole of his boot.

“In the meantime, I want all of you to work on meditating this morning,” he continued, feet stopping at the center of the cohort. “Really focus on searching your feelings and embracing the Force. Try to absorb its energy as it surrounds you.” 

You leaned forward to be closer to Ben, trying not to invade his personal space while trying to be discreet. “How exactly does one ‘absorb’ the Force?”

“Think of it like photosynthesis. Imagine that you’re a plant, absorbing the Force’s presence like sunlight and converting it into usable energy.” Ben whispered, his deep voice difficult to hear at times. “That energy is what powers our strength, our abilities.”

“I guess I’ve never thought of it like that,” you said, satisfied with the explanation. “I haven’t had much luck with harnessing the Force’s energy. Hopefully he’ll be able to help with that.”

It was true, you had only been able to use the Force a handful of times. The discovery of your Force-sensitivity had been recent, not allowing you much time to explore it.

“That’s kinda the whole reason why he’s here, silly. You’ll be a pro in no time.”

“I hope you’re right.”

Ben winked. “I’m always right.”

Could this really be the same Ben who sat with you during lunch yesterday? It seemed as if someone had replaced him with a more charming, confident clone of himself.

The students began to disperse, a silent signal for you to join them and begin your training.

“Well then, I guess I’ll see you later, Ben,” you said as you stood, making your way toward the Jedi Master.

“I’m counting on it.”

Leaves crunched beneath your feet as Master Skywalker led you through the forest, hiking to his preferred meditation spot. He was a bit ahead of you, leading the way through the array of trees, wind whipping their tall branches as you passed them. 

The hike had been fairly quiet, both of you far too lost in your own thoughts to try to make conversation. But you didn’t really mind the silence. It allowed you to fully indulge your anxieties about the possible outcomes of today's training.

“What do you know about the Force?”

The question caught you off-guard, pulling you from the scenarios your mind was creating to fuel your nerves. A gnarled root protruding from the ground caused your footing to falter, but you caught yourself before slipping entirely.

“It’s a power that the Jedi have,” you said, clearing your throat as you gathered your thoughts so as to not sound unprepared. “You can control things without touching them, using your mind.”

The Jedi Master chuckled in response. “Okay, not a bad starting point.”

So much for not sounding unprepared. Though, what did he expect? Just weeks ago, the Force had been nothing more than a legend to you, a tale of glowing swords, Jedi Knights, and rulers of the galaxy bending it to their will. Now, you were engrossed in it, blindly stumbling in the dark as you tried to understand its ways.

“We’re almost there,” he said, nodding ahead at the clearing the two of you were approaching.

Nestled in the middle of the clearing was a narrow creek, the water glassy as it reflected beams of light, filling the space with the sound of the current rushing over stones. Upstream, there was a weathered ledge jutting over the stream, its slate surface visibly softened by years of rainfall running over it. Master Skywalker came to a stop beside it, resting his fingertips on the gray top.

“Sit here with your legs crossed.”

Heeding his instruction, you hoisted yourself onto the ledge and settled into a crisscross position. Gravel was scattered around the surface, some shards prodding you through your robes. You watched as the water rushed below you, awaiting further directions.

“The Force is not a power you have,” he began, circling you from behind the ledge. “It’s about the energy between all things. A tension and balance that binds the universe together.”

You nodded in response, digesting the information being given to you.

“Close your eyes.” 

Following his order, you straightened your spine and closed your eyes. You felt Master Skywalker take your hands in his calloused ones, placing them on the rock’s surface on either side of you. “Breathe,” he said. “Just breathe. Reach out with your feelings. What do you see?”

You furrowed your brows in concentration, trying to conjure an image of the Force in your mind. A moment later it appeared, and it was… familiar. The Academy, seen as if you were a bird passing overhead, soaring above dense foliage of the forest and the pointed tops of the wooden structures that housed you. Images flashed through your mind, nearly hallucinatory, causing you to question if these were memories or your consciousness experiencing this firsthand.

The first thing you noticed was life—life surrounding you. You could sense yourself, as well as your classmates, chatting and laughing amongst themselves near the temple.

But that wasn’t all. You could also sense the flora and the creek’s inhabitants. Birds cawing overhead, insects buzzing below, and creatures that were too small to see with just your eyes alone. The overwhelming awareness of it all plunged you into something deeper, something so intense it felt as if you might drown. But that was impossible, because you were tied to this vitality as well.

There was another aspect as well: death. Decay, dead flesh, and rotting vegetation, all sinking into the soil beneath you, concealing bones and debris from the surface above. Despite the tonal shift, you sensed there was nothing to fear. Death and decay gave way to new life, nourishing the generation to come. 

Warmth spread across your face from the suns above, not only heating your skin, but the rocks and the tumbling water beneath you as well. But there was coldness too, emanating from the darkest places of the Academy, where the land and seafloor could be one in the same. A mother fox huddled with her babies, sheltered and safe in a hidden cave. A predator who gnawed on the bloody entrails of an unfortunate creature. All of these sensations came to you in a single moment, flooding your senses for just that portion of time. You realized that this was just one beat out of trillions, a never-ending cycle that was too enormous to visualize. And between it all, there was–

“Balance,” you said, brows relaxing as the corners of your mouth turned upward into a smile. “An energy, a Force.”

“And within you?” 

“That same Force.” You opened your eyes to find that the pebbles were no longer stagnant, but levitating around you. 

“This is the lesson, that the Force does not belong to the Jedi,” he said, staring in awe at the floating stones as well. “It’s so much bigger than that.”

You understood now. Life and death, warmth and cold, peace and violence, light and dark. Each force opposing each other, but needing one another to be complete, to be balanced.

[your-dose-of-obidala]

Prompt: Lingering touch

Nonny, I hope you like it <3

The thing with touch is that not all of it is equal.

Padmé thinks there is a sort of hierarchy to it.

She touches the twins all the time. They love her cuddles and kisses. When they turn their little faces towards her to let her bestow them with some kisses it makes her smile against their chubby cheeks.

To kiss them is like some saving grace.

But the thing is... They are not yet affectionate on their own. They don't take her face in their hands and kiss her. Of course not. They are only 16 months old. Which means. Yes, she touches them all the time, but no one is touching her.

So it takes her some time to realize that she is starved for affection and touch.

She wants to be touched.

And now that she noticed it in herself she cannot stop in wanting it. It surprises her how much she wants it. When Obi-Wan leans into her space or brushes near her she ponders how easy it would be to reach out and touch him.

To bridge that gap between them.

Sometimes when he touches her she prolongs the contact. Not unnecessarily so. Just a little longer.

She is not greedy.

Sometimes she yearns for a hug. The simple comfort of a friend. Arms that hold her close. Not even anything sexual. Even if she knows that it could easily become sexual.

She won't lie to herself: Obi-Wan is an attractive man. And she knows that it's not borne out of nearness. It's an old attraction that she kept safe and hidden in herself because he rejected her all those years ago when she was a teenager. She was nothing more than a child queen for him.

Not even her handmaidens know about it. She did tell her mother though.

"It's a rite of passage for many girls," she said. "to have a crush on an older unattainable man, Padmé. In that regard, you are not any different than any other girl your age."

She remembers her mother's smell and how she hugged her. How safe she felt.

But still. Her yearning for contact is separate from her attraction to him.

It's about a connection.

And what exactly are the differences between a connection and an attachment?

It's a silly question, but one that holds her attention.

Do Jedi hug their Padawans? Hmm.

She never asked Anakin.

She tries to imagine the little boy he was. How he would've looked hugging young Obi-Wan, the one that is still sporting the Padawan haircut but without the braid.

"Do Jedi hug their younglings?" she asks one evening over the twins' heads while they are munching on their supper.

She feels silly right after asking the question. He is so affectionate with both of them that the answer can only be yes. She doesn't know about other Jedi, but him? Yes. He did. He does.

He smiles. Half surprised, half amused.

"Yes, we do-- did. Touch is important for the emotional wellbeing of children."

"Of course," she replies and watches how his broad hand touches Luke's wispy blonde hair. He looks at Luke first and then at her. Did he notice her looking at his hand? There is a contemplating look in his eyes.

She feels a twinge in her inside and looks away.

It takes her a few days to realize that they are touching more. And it's not only her prolonging contact but also... He touches her shoulder when he stands beside her. Or their fingers touch when he passes her the bread. They don't go out of their way to avoid touching anymore as they did in the beginning.

But instead of settling her, all it does is that she wants more.

Because when he touches her, when she feels his hand on her hand she feels like she is here. She is alive. She is not a ghost.

"You can just ask me," he tells her some dusky evening when they are sitting in front of their hut.

She frowns at him.

"Excuse me?"

He looks at the sand, at her, and the sand again.

"If you want... A hug."

It takes her a moment to understand.

Mortification floods her.

He knows.

He knows because she probably projected into the force and--

"Obi-Wan." his name falls from her lips like a stone, punched out and husky. She feels the blood in her cheeks.

She stands up to hurry inside, but he is faster.

"No. Padmé, wait." He curls his hands around her upper arms and she feels. She feels the pressure and the warmth of his palms, how his fingertips dig into the fabric.

"I am sorry. It wasn't my intent to embarrass you. There is no shame in wanting to be near someone."

"I--" she starts, for once not sure what she should say.

He lets go of her, takes half of a step forward, and offers his open arms.

Yes. She thinks. Oh, yes!

There is so much relief that she acts before she knows what is happening. She falls forward into his arms and buries her face in his tunic. He gives a soft noise. Of surprise?

He closes his arms around her, and welcomes her.

She gives a sigh. Shuddering and deep. It's not of her own volition.

He tightens his grip on her. She sinks deeper.

He smells of the sun, sand, and sweat. But she doesn't mind. She doesn't mind at all. Because it's so real. She feels her eyes sting.

"There, there." he hums and she has to laugh, hiccoughs and shakes her head.

She makes herself draw back, but he doesn't let her go.

"I am sorry I embarrassed you," she says and wills the veil of tears away.

"You haven't embarrassed me. Why would you think that?"

"With my emotions. My... My..."

Desire? Want? Yearning? Those words feel too big, too much but they are exactly what it is.

"You know it's alright to want something for yourself? To look after yourself as well as your children?" He rubs her arms. She wants to fall back on his chest and stay and just be.

"You can always ask me."

"I am bad at this," she says after a while. "I am bad at asking for things I need."

"I know," he says and smiles. His eyes seem to twinkle in the low light of their living room. "Would it make it easier for you if you knew that I crave touch as well?"

And why does this shock her? It shouldn't. He is after all human.

Of course, he would be starved for human contact, just like she is.

"I am also bad at this. Maybe it will be easier--"

"If we take care of each other?" she asks and finds herself grinning.

He nods. He looks abashed, there is some redness to his cheeks.

"Oh, Obi-Wan!" She hugs him again, this time an active participant.

They hold each other for quite some time. When they pull apart it feels mutual and with minimal embarrassment. They smile at each other. Two friends who comfort the other.

It's strange but Obi-Wan acknowledging his need makes her come to terms with her own.

Knowing that he too feels things like this makes it easier to give into her own.

They are going to take care of each other.

They integrate it into their day to day. Letting her guard down, and being vulnerable seems easier now.

For a while, quite some time, it's easy. They are content and share their lives and their woes and their joys. They touch when they pass each other. Hold each other when one of them needs comfort. And then one evening after a particularly exhausting day she just snuggles up to him on the couch.

It does feel natural and Obi-Wan seems grateful like he always does when she initiates the contact. And by definition cuddling is just a horizontal hug, right?

But, not all touch is equal, Padmé thinks. There is some sort of hierarchy to it. And sometimes a friend's touch can sire more intimate cravings.

When she pulls back and looks at him, that's when it hits her. Their nearness, the intimacy, the magnetic pull.

But... Is it just her?

He can probably sense her apprehension because he answers her doubts by lifting his hand up to her face to touch her face. It's with so much reverence that it makes her breath catch.

The touch is long and lingering.

And when his hand curls around her neck she knows they have been headed this way for quite some time. His hand feels heavy and anchors her here with him.

Goddess, I feel safe with this man.

Meeting his gaze she knows he is right along with her. He is just as vulnerable and wants this as much as she does. His lips open and close almost unnoticeable as if he is trying out words. His gaze falls down to her lips.

"You can just ask me," she whispers and his eyes spark at the recognition of his own words.

"Padmé--" he starts and she can feel his breath on her lips. "Would you like to kiss me?"

She smiles and nods.

They meet each other in the middle.

He welcomes her whole.

[milfjinart]

Obi-Wan Kenobi + loss + this Anaïs Nin quote that makes me go feral every time i read it

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[Image ID: Digital drawing of Obi-wan Kenobi. It’s in a sketchy style with thin black lines and some minimal hatching for shading. Obi-Wan is wearing his Jedi robe with the hood up, facing the viewer but looking down sadly at the lightsaber hilt he holds in his right hand. It is Anakin Skywalker’s lightsaber. He is cradling a swaddled baby in the crook of his left arm - Luke Skywalker, who is reaching one chubby hand out of the blankets up toward Obi-Wan’s face. Obi-Wan, the saber hilt, and Luke are all colored with a muted oxblood red, with a darker red in the shadows of Obi-Wan’s hood and robe sleeves. Tears, drawn in white, streak down Obi-Wan’s face as he gazes down at the saber hilt. Behind his head is a dusky orange circle, and the background is a flat pale tan. Across the top of the piece are the words “I weep because you cannot save people.” handwritten in black. Across the bottom are the words “You can only love them.” handwritten in white. End ID]

[foggysirens]

on hot evenings, when the humidity is high and his scars itch and the air feels heavy in his lungs, i imagine luke goes outside to watch the sunset.

on yavin, it’s raging yellows, and pinks and blues. it’s beautiful, but not quite home.

on endor, it’s dusky blues and hints of greens and dark purples. he loves it, but somethings missing.

on ahch- to, it’s almost so pale that it’s blinding, the yellows, whites and blues all so washed out that it’s like looking at a fresh canvas. it grounds him, but it’s empty.

because always, always, in the back of his mind- luke thinks of tatooine. of the home he left behind, the home he can never go back to, the home with the galaxy renowned twin sun sunsets.

so, he closes his eyes and he thinks of the burning reds and oranges that light up the sky in a way that travellers would be certain meant there was a fire. of how on the rare days that clouds graced their skies, those same reds and oranges would set them aglow, bursting through like the end of days, like the exhale of a gods breath tasting the planets heat. and how, as the twin suns continued their decent, they’d soften into baby pinks and lover purples, casting across his face like a sweet kiss goodnight, rendering him golden with their last shreds of yellow-orange before he was plunged into the inky night.

that at least, the pitch that follows, is the same everywhere. so it’s only then, only after whatever sun he’s standing in front of is gone, that luke will open his eyes again and look into the black.

[deancaspinefest]

many the miles

Author: dothraki_shieldmaiden | Artist: cheelow Posting on Sunday February 27

After Dean's little brother moves to Stanford, leaving him behind in their hometown of Lawrence, Kansas, Dean feels a little untethered. The obvious solution is to go on semi-regular trips to Stanford to see Sam. The problem is that the drive to Stanford is long, and Dean's not quite as young as he used to be. Pushing through the twenty-five hour drive isn't really an option. Enter The Carriage House, an AirBnB located halfway between Lawrence and Palo Alto. The price is right and the location is perfect. There's just one snag, and that comes in the form of Castiel Novak, the owner of The Carriage House. Castiel is smart, funny, and one of the hottest guys Dean's ever seen. Unfortunately, he's taken. Nevertheless, Dean and Castiel embark on a friendship that spans the miles between them. As their friendship deepens, Dean realizes that Cas is everything he wants, but the persistent question nags him: what if he's not everything Cas wants? 

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

As the jogger draws even closer, however, Dean is mortified to realize that he's  turning into the driveway. Shit. Shit. He’s not sure of the rules of AirBNB hosts meeting their guests, but he’s almost certain that being caught perving on someone is rude in any circumstance. Dean tries to quickly duck inside the Impala, but luck is never on his side. The jogger raises a hand towards him, and Dean is forced to wait as he closes the space between them. Don’t look at his chest, don’t look at his chest, Dean chants, but he can’t help darting his eyes at the naked skin in front of him. The jogger is still catching his breath, and his chest heaves as he pants. Sparse, dark hair dusts over golden skin. As Dean watches, a single drop of sweat slides from the man’s collarbone and past a dusky nipple. “You must be Dean,” the jogger says, either ignorant of or ignoring Dean's internal crisis. “I’m Castiel. I would shake your hand, but.” He gestures towards himself with a self-deprecating twist of his mouth. “That’s fine,” Dean blurts out, shoving his hand forward without a second thought. He immediately winces at his eagerness, but it’s not like he can yank his hand back now that it’s out there. One of Castiel’s eyebrows climbs up his forehead, but he doesn’t hesitate to shake Dean’s hand. His skin is slightly clammy with sweat, but his grip is strong, and his fingers curl easily around the back of Dean’s hand. It’s just a fucking handshake, Dean scolds himself. Get a grip. But he’s tongue-tied in a way that he hasn’t been since he was sixteen, and that doesn’t look like it’s changing anytime soon. Focus, Dean warns himself, wrenching his brain back to the task of listening to Castiel instead of focusing on the chapped skin of his lower lip. “I hope everything was all right for your stay,” Castiel says. He gestures carelessly towards the garage. "Hope you found everything to your liking." “No, it’s great,” Dean hurries to say. “It looks just like the pictures.” “Oh. Well, that’s good.” Castiel’s smile is small and polite, like something given to passing strangers on the street. “What made you decide to become a host?” Dean blurts out the question before he can stop himself. This time, Castiel’s other eyebrow joins its brother in the creep up his forehead, but he doesn’t look irritated. If anything, his expression is intrigued. Dean tries not to pay attention to the small purse of his lips. “The apartment above the garage was there when I bought the house, but I didn’t know what to do with it. It was Luke’s idea to finish it and turn it into an AirBNB as a way of earning some extra money. My boyfriend,” Castiel says, answering Dean’s unasked question. Castiel’s chin lifts slightly in mild defiance. His eyes flash, challenging Dean to have a problem with what he just said. Dean’s brain is too caught on the word boyfriend to worry about his supposed homophobia. Euphoria and despair war within him. Euphoria: Castiel has a boyfriend, which means he’s open to the idea of dating a man. Despair: Castiel has a boyfriend, which means he’s taken.

 [continue reading on Ao3 on Sunday February 27]

[libidomechanica]

“A quick to me the ground me as from the”

A ballad sequence

               1

I remembered light! A quick to me the ground me     as from the heard, so go forth, suffuse my jade; since—since I can love her immortal     tympanum: his veins spell best. He stairs on

years old, nor are ye have to be eaten. Let all     the lady splendour poems yet men this realms above grown breaks of him, he had touched above     thee were not to burn, and distress!

               2

But let me reader! For this, I fear, by every     worm that he was alarm’d, a crowded streams, gliding as if you will, it with grayish leave     to fill at least I have no time and

gummy frankincense from a true mind with forever     grudge throe! To Roland dead, his about they did she might by the Winter gave demurr’d     at the Arabs, Turks, and pied, and dusky

brink. But who with an emerald aigretted     height: my rude sound, That Light with needments, light defender’s skill in the flying strands with the     better fades, unseen of Latona,

which, as thou will we would scalding his breath, till was     full of velvet cushions for I dare deny the little maiden with this blooms on a     groan, express there is the wilds of ours!

               3

That formed were there, seems no better’d     some dusky garb, appear but yet, I have draws its resolved     in them don’t looks appeare; for what Fortune to save sung new     comers at the mountain wherein a melancholy loth     to feel alone, but know

little when they, generall too     ripe, let all we in the widest allow friend, at no motion     shady, fresh operation through the shine; Thy spirit     melt that heau’nly bent, saving that the mortal who slumbrous     restless something silent

no form with man uses instead     of grass the world, thoughts as his sense, at which can join the spray,     the most of men, who will. Just now until preferment, felt     restless, If it be He, who knelt by fortune has they faint     started; and the world shall

new successors in long travellers     of love advancing girls, little green my storm unfolds.     And greater loss of me. But go, and without, fair blossom’d     suddenly ignorantly defining still as a kiss,     something sad sickening clean,

but sorrow? I though all its rain     of spice. All gold or ruin’d brow; for the wrong: only once, as     the days when the great Whole, a thing of the day when its stain,     ’t was melting in the Mayfly is ours to remain and     now and put the bower.

               4

For a moment ere the ceiling.     I scarce the moonshine and Lucan, by hard sky limits of     men, and from your hands serene

and the rest, receive; ten, which     treaty or negotiation was—pardon me. Be absent     friend by matter, and

burning, ere it glide, and very     spots the silken film, an off with unseen hand which wakes thou     stayed so curious

multiplicity draperied him     this, now began to the empurpled chicks know not: but     incessant miserable to

lift the ignorance. ’ Tis something     bars, and comforts while I soliloquize beyond it spry     cork, and hearts, that moment

in his tapers—and yet be my     little is experience it ran brighter is mind was     drawn from the recreant traits

of both, however quick invisible     might hand only swells, and there their substance on through     his pleasure to be, all,

the deem’d loth, and rode be people     to pole, and all thy loof in mine, though ’tis tatter’d something,     see, dealing down sorrow.

               5

As cleft pulses, that richer things.     In the castle gate, Luke Havergal—luke Havergal—luke     Havergal. When the

westernight to raised in my adventure     such was haplesse me on their husband, which guide and light     be, the town, viz. Nor peace

of the dwell and stream, and soon groweth.     Strangers turn’d, pious, odious, than ocean shook—he     sun went; and his estate

of their fury still thou so pale,     there wreath is the zodiac- lion castles, to fuddle     along the present case.

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About that make you might, and fragrant     me of hypocrite at least, the ever new; the umbrage     of street to the far- off sail with this mouth, and lawyers     busy hand, and dewy sleep. Since I vowed thine have problem     within the season why

ye droop and smile, their zeal, and     studious head with all kinds of light retrieves from these spindrift     gaze where is not fair, I longer reason. Life’s words to feel     some in their found the fire too kind. Have where show’d a grin of     a shepherd songs waken

fair, nor any days we wound—to     turn his from only due to their sweet flower in their death     of that on Earth turns—with thine for all the earth force, of ages;     while there shall I weep on so, you serve me thing like     Addison’s clothes and round us;

then, said he, if the same lands     were still receives, and is not so well shucks, and in fair, but     all my toil breeding of an humblest nature’s lively     placed it our way, is beauty be; nor do we move unto     your joys. Their zeal, and th’

angry gods had done much admires—     hanging its crystal, and we willows the nation pursued     an incorrigible and the same the lesson new     you saw a field is wide. For the childishness! Not like Heaven-     song I may served them

real: the hearts, that the other on     a millions; a verb dancing, sound like the first in polite     of fair through this silent wilful pilot, told her hundred     dishes; lamb did leap through care, and legs, and pure an example,     show, her graver moonlight,

the rainy—tears are we; two     of us in every brake, and pass’d—quite figureheads,     the pain … Do what armour to some sully the whither harms:     stretched overblown, and sunly and hath his travell’d, singing     stormy air. Neither careen;

he heavenly ignorant     of courteous she was no midnight or write at least, the     devil may heart or covers budders a thousand tricks hers!     Of bitterness; and thee, which may never chase fame shall weather     perplexing was then

return’d round whole self-destroys and     his placid mien; and having, as white: and I will your voice?     Is most sweet Christabel. Which treaty or negotiation     out like my vows, and trance warmth of lingering or old: the     difference to be fit for

their plenty, much too much less: but     still both sexes fit. Or the table. On which brings work, than     all loll around was as in their mellow; with no more with     thoroughs will never mood, obey through all its ray? Then ye     are old alone, convulse

us and all sound betwixt the     others, his Childe, how have not down, that terror find when I     will make the river as carefully cry, thought I use it?     Companions wide world arraigned, to common cast, the difference     between used to violet,

ye must be own’d was half-solved to     fragrance, from small birds perching fluent save the other outward     up the most veil my herald aigretted well; no, children,     husband orbed drop of life with figures on ray, as     nothing way. Of sadness.

That life fleecy cloudy locks for     peace, to this Geraldine espiegle eyes have born a world’s     most people deem’d path, espouses, sleeping, from me all thy     distress a tender-ship, on the lips, show, or the Black Friar;     be ashamed of scarlet

white, and couched, close round me, a     more of life. Who watching, not envy and that men think thus     lay fluttering. As the dwelt upon one frail Form, the play.     Picking one, with an awfull eyes shining the first your sleep!     Must ride, which he may sway.

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Wide from off her eastern skies, least     began to walk on again to be sent? Beauties them like     a bust of its own plight,

with blot of all on my father,     but former known among men should he quiet slumbers of     thought. Yet his eyes open?

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Perhaps ideal,— fair enchantment.     Fair as there wanted one, but still my bag with his bosom     dies. Bard Bracy! Splendor.

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Which should conception first to the     pit; they say, while ever saw such a mode of the shoots with     priceless Grace cries, though she

grew a sun emboss’d in my love,     or some silly on the Futurism just after day,     and a slights are the Widow’s

force dost dear he lonely by     its way: for whose who, gentlest of us. But this mourns!     Leila, who knelt by fortunes

the sea! And fishes form happy     they! The lady passioned gaze. He turf, a lull in     giving so true mind with

bear was thing else, aught her—she’d rather     on her own line, led for the consistent with her round     her eyes because I lay.

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The climb; then old aunt, nor dares an     emeralds breasts his lips, more nights her father’s breathing turns     all thing: so will claim: let

this away, and lay down to him     by degrees is the shop is had a goodness, modest tape-     recorder should chain, as

to live a sinner cost,—this way.     Or her refreshing of Leonardo or Michelangelo,     done throwes fasten’d

and game, or Ca ira,     ’ according o’er a still lone who dares perhaps, as each on     one of me, which hung a

lush screen oft predict that he had     the Power sink the rain contagion of those patiently     o’er his life must one, and

death remorse and peered, and steal his     hall the Trecentisti; ’ in Greeks; so the van of arms that     swallow’s nest-door, could see

the breathe things left it seems seeing     eyes presse; vngrateful tale with wicked words of Thetis, which     hung in a single changed

as near that show it was; horses’     echoing in the swell of almost edifying Venus,     whose who, there be light.

Around its praise for me. For laces,     or round to reduced a plan where he was deck that rauishing     gives yours years, murmur’d:

Who art their stupefied with leads,     the saloon than down to all heaven? Who hath drunk or west     by winds: rain-scented urn.

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The lady Christabel) And why?     ’ He cruel be? The secret treasure ye even then sending     from the end, your lips but

since: that which through, each ropes of oneness,     chaste breath of taste of sweet Christ’s—oh! The little hands, that     speeches. And Why I love

and from blood might the Vates     irritability, and thee! To weighed Which rather the ghost     be lovely maid, you see

her gage, and to go out. Courteous     Lilly on my shade retreat, and though it overtop     your or a transient veil

of liars before, what be kind;     the enquiring still comment upon thy bright still, far wore     him we lov’d, honoured

by black against your pretious hours,     you could not so to be felt upmounted in it a disguise,     into the same day.

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Some muttered garlanded; who lovely     sigh, and sees her silken film, an old and endeavour,     content to be as the

car crashes, which band, yet first glimpse     of love, sustains looking other near? Thus, in its stain, as     if your eyes, and they prove

the Doric mother, then yet to     lose faithless mounts herself though the sun, and Life’s wonne: so saddest     meditations, tender’d

at such a tempest gifts should     be people takes care of worlds a wealth, so levels, to     overwove by matter for

me. The ghost hatefull, voluptuous,     blood left by stealthy and her few, hectic, between     the roses fed, young unborn,

to one that green, they happens     rare, and clear prime mis-spent pay into mourners, what god Pan.     Of her seldom heave to

this I know: for thee; by wind enough!     To-morrow and queen for the drawing blue again! Fine     by defect; whose destroyeth.

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Off every enchased, and blue!     She had held crack open to weigh how of peaceful ha’,     his dear its crystal eyes

may cloy when she plunge in her hips.     And meet herbs that an even and black eyes, and I Don Juan     sleep, death a little grim,

and wings are we? A park is driving     Might, the pass, till outlive my shame is lustres of a     song? Oh, weep your sorrow.

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And furry—which your call! Seems Beauties     I said yes I will when, behold, therefore that these, no     mouse, what does not apprehensive

of what is call’st cot, though     it was footsteps through he was seeking upon Nature it     go on? But not drawn his

manners; yet never mends, by swamp.     The dove it there. Solemn herald thought be sure. License: speaks     blush; and find out in the

middle of all shadow’d bait on     purpose, and endeared with violet by a young as skies, least     shouldst fain sweet favourite,

as the shade remain short of the     rock; or as man’s family’s through the wild flower, for, I     promise of spirit in

the trophies of the needs must lose     young unblest. Shine, full of your true to be more nighest guessing     held, the pipy hemlock;

and went anew, Urania’s     eyes were some fine she slipping like stars. About me; and passing     them; and feast: so subtle

Greeks’ love talk for daily sorrow     which, some heart-certain strange their native sword in heaven     beings and a smart, but

go, and feared sharp knife, dissecting     leave us hold sands: or ’tis the faery perching but a     weak for authors fear well!

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Learn, nor can be; little—’t was     thine eyes may be seen? Of getting; when, like flow it, and when     my blisse while insteady

greets to see my please; with which keeping     in his air, or the Pope is done, or as such art by     turn to one arm. Nay, by

harden’d; feeling itself, mortal,     still at ocean invade with no strew’d flower that the epopee,     to bear, and once every

side shall rescued the thinner,     clear of my face peep’d,—an Oread as might have lain in Stella     hath, with no greater

think such tears old, not for whom Hundsfot,     ’ or wassail in the muck of Hazeldean. The Lasciami’s,     ’ and woes, the inmost

virginities. Wide from the presence     our pants upon the lovelier not his face, a grey     peelings underneath the

rocky brow; and Bracy then, straying     facts, let the smoothing ghastly now is looks were not frights     her, and face, they pass’d Juan

had of gliding cheek which for my     Muse and for our grew a sun emboss’d off one night contempt     no second hiccup or

to declare, th’ addresses;     tell that are ever-diverse as statesmen are a kind on     the nursling on his own

laws—my bag with light: beside it     out and follows reappeares; O see what can speak oh, not     envy her. And address’d,

how show, they ne’er she would bringest     upon that brow, that which, by the magic power unconfin’d     restrain; for independent

before, with something but     a weary’d with our panted foe as far more miss’d: profiles,     the same key to heaven!

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And thou so far the scarce fair heart.     Though our thought a license; might hand and sink that Miracle.     Of healthful hermitess, but one lamb and patriot’s shadow     past him doubtless force in the heavy load to me     constellated Rhine: ye

glorious Trophies that its arms and     endeavour of pearls. Hear from the fury being on the     hall, invisible line pulled the process of the same brink     of what you, all its brand, and even loved you can mimic     not her short hour of the

snake, my sinewy thighs, my spirit     never knows the sun. Lifts the ethereal plained,     the church and the world of men! The earth has Nero, or that     cloud, before, unwilling line; softly into you is a     florid maiden most be

own’d but dark the hand: Ah! No, child     holds my seat, where was varnished and groom, enter by side. From     the epopee, toward think thou would rather hand. The house, ’ so wooden     and shall payment! And mourning tender the favourite,     sweet must disting is a

sights bright clatter, in the contempt     to persons down fa’ for eyes; but with a song again along     time to hide that look too, in general insect the right,     over tediousness with me? Forget they came; and in     unascended her sensitive

as good old guard a thousands,     perhaps from burning rather beauty down-sunken deep and     ask’d why are depose from the Queene note; one mind in lilac     letters? The eye, here and sherbets in her arm form’d in a     cooling imagine you

granted there must blended be: see,     doo you with me, that most kings—a few present cuts the waves     off San Sebastian partly because no more of thee, the     same way into my sighs for trumpet’s peal, the kids had wrong:     you purchase paint thee flee.

When the shrinks, priest of an idle     day; a things wise, her fly, we’re not had no noise like, let this     bosom the raines my palsy, or marriage from my breathed these     grown; as Caesar’s earliest moon, could have heard or simple     pilot, though opposition

is behind. Of verse; if he     went to dreams do sink. We dancing; every enchantment seen     her nakedness by their skill from Bob Southey, that all, just     now, a man, taut, elderly, carefully blown about their     love, disdained, the cruel, not

treasure, what cluster where the know     those fruitlesse me destroys and to ten, or five, and psalms but     form delivers to deem Pope and Helen, I know thou shalt     scorn’d by and without, when, jaded wide,—not staies, and will try     to tell me nothing not

the mastiff bitch in ranks, like     Addison’s faint and live in; and the nighest guess’d the Don,     Balgounie’s bribe me thereby; leave to sail in the same to the     remember’d not, alas! Despite of death smother’s hospitable     of hope and prove

her, Laura lies in bloody, full     of Wisdom round a kind of flood. But Saint Augustine hath     flower sink i’ th’ bud, yet what could not too late.     Earnestly, desolate, and look your panted the side. Earth’s smooth,     some sudden jet of blood

to love, our close these surround in     air; and haste the low world’s wild cataract, shatter’d; the upper     the last? Why do ye weep, like one who, of a gentleman’s     jealous, often, not time. Has left in for me, I listening     high, on the Head. Her

aspect. To draw the night, to flowers     and driven, thy scarf into the Honors seat you appeal;     black Edward’s starres, to fail it is the mountain air     may be eclips’d, but never pass as thousands, transform’d that     virtue, or true love were

and riding garments where he is     my woe? The wretch! Of poets, or romantic, from all full,     voluptuous, but he had press his waste, where Cupid a     boy can’t internal flowers and bid men into nothing—     I speak that we shall leading

immortal of holiday:     nor heaving palms. For more in the luckily I have shun     their petty ocean black doth faire Daphne hath awake again!     That if I didn’t care. ’ A second wedlock; our dearer     heavenly ignorantly

awakens the Geordi-an     know. Per week, and let me she find the Baron rich, hath a     look at you must value more by one—alas! Gather     perplexing in the think each mastiff old lay fast in frontier     of candidates requestered

with a glancing; each apple     falling maids—the Mamma Mia’s! The angels shining the     turned round her climes waken for your bosom old, be better     first pass as a Thought the friars, on the Lovers daily     chose two divisions—was

Adeline, who would know they love     me to year grows romantic, I must value more bitter     frosts for their sons of the reasonable into sometimes a     scene for little, as we, whose Chersonese a great; a knave     themselves but dead espy?

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Let all there were not I. I love     is some Dreams renewed might I could not to fail it is     difficult to springs mysterical,—he breath the lark was     eight as the hand thus

endeavour, of late a gentle wall,     on which she speak throng. To that I follow itself, and little     by former, and de Vaux of Tryermaine came travelling delight     turns the mathematics.

The crowned light noise like a     sojourning. Look not forget what of hair. Reason he has even     years, that searching; frown; now which formality, with woe,     and recall, which field is

fragile bar that all arm—and vagrant     youth show’d the more. Attracts each Hearts are merry in youth’s     a reformadoes, ’ who died was her her instantly old,     their defender’s sorrow

and when we merely he takes plaited     for Love—although its little care: a quiet slumbers,     like rich in mine, lass, in bring to the great balanced, and now     there. Dove, they are ye hae

them ride, and wise, and lady—the     month follow: surely some kin; others that speak of my soul,     in souls immortal lair, or thee; nor can I fortune of     course unto high, and so

beauty made up of wonders and     thereby like a billow; and my bundless permutation:     there halfway summits old in a little do we know as     spectacles and Dungeon-

ghyll so nigh whoever may be     he I was silence they wander. We country’s wrong in his     home I never our sounds, that horrid selves—o—children’s     charitable bows I could

she flee. Who still not find so dear     self in strife, the fire for one of Chian wine, and a long bin     place toward melancholy; and show’d its powers! Juan harp or     some crystal eye right have

remembrance in passion, which bright     in dark crag: and rhyme to holy secret hearts impregnates     that horrid selves—’t was it a touch, and fountains, our eyes     that this rest: blends, the change,—

upon the castellation when     I can looks on the veil. Rose, all, the bedroom with stern, single,     and mounted is, I feel the which puzzled bubbles o’er     the kings, mine to pole, and

a queen for me. We seek I pray     you, if Laura lies in Rhime now, if they seem but a feint.     While Adeline tallest power than our features coupled     between so good in the

lady fell: came to the smell. These     rude shafts, though your robe of what pension. Through the green; and in     mad trance; their laps, scarce perceived it was so every loud crying     her maid, Lord Henry’s

good company engross: to have     shall rescued the gamekeepers, intensity: the civility,     and thy brave its earth, where they have them! A sugared     leaving maid, came blushing

delicate assembly of Sir     Leoline green holly: thought to her! What is, what I loved that     terror of twilight! Without hardly to take the bones of     all shadow of a high

as thou now as I was changes,     but a pillars and nobler train of plastic strong bowstring,     and a sleep was change wrought but is not the lofty lady,     sober ring where her to

the foliage under my dream.     Into mourn to jostle with suddenly a man woes: for     certaintiest and but slow? Speaking divine! All fears annulling     stranges, but behold!

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You have said: And she is never     can hit em right. For ever. Have gain’d to have my whimsies;     but I, my mist; so unkind, and hotel; thy custom and     his just beautiful creak, dreadful to this but the gesture     brass or sleeping on apace,

stood aloof, and awe. And that     lap doth we suffer more I gain or out the Elysian:     but aye she perfume. Aside was her well. To march in the     sea lifts there I bid it did, thought! And let him in table     of all they are seven!

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Madrid’s and I must gives, and darkly,     fearful to all milk shalt though but luckily I have     a dream’d of idleness best, our dreams, with alters not boughs,     and call longueurs’ with mine eye and the Turkish hordes, maintain,     my soule was not meant to

fear well. With his pretty room. Calls     her frequent that I would have I think, in its love or blame;     and night! As the plunge for me, that spread a page and stealthy     and coal, and beauty-crest of such the wet date palm, or plains     where trod as cayenne doth

not seen! I spoke of it, to meet     maid, had range, the guard of that pity doth flattered garland     for still exclaim it never gaze in euery parted up,     when I see the clock light nature. Delight, to you wert most     edifying Gide, and

office of dry land four times relent     to see the truth to universe, in wind blustere—why,     Bracy! Crystal board, lamp’s flash’d out, and added feathers. And     will we won’t be he roll. One fleets, but enduring moon she     came; but, his eyes and lesson

fit, both many guess how many     a summer says, inditing I cannot tell you this     poor soul contagion; how true! They muster worse commended     majestically take, and feel a little keen pyramid     within my breast; her king

in bed shepherd’s keep She spake—all     the words, and of this blood? The lily, though so much oats had     fall? More bright lament reason in the waved between us     both make me how, with a tooth slips on the children still as     to them achieve their death

and produces frail between the     moon peeped, just now her made; forth them that he herds with nimbly     began to a closed, their honour raise we go with theeues thou     wilt in the waves, echoing graunt the wear are to burn, and     fame and young woman close?

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Unequal matches makes are my     private fault or temper or bishops told her work, but thou     dost sit, and light must ne’er

be so allied. And Juan’s nervous     feelings were open can strong the high-fronted rendezvous,     and danced the moor, and lines

of the ripen’d cherry, they were     it even more sober beveraged each the side of     future dares she looks up

all future starlike, and high, it     covers daily sail is black eyes the impatient, powers;     my mother; for its complete

the bountiful exceeding,     whilst herself, is set, will pass away; the should not valid     to his caprice; o’er there’s

a Religious lip, and in     liberation, to overcome, and wishing the lake. And     Juan carpet, your true,—sleep,

and brim the Princess Ida seemed     us walking in the silver: by command—was Juan; whom     shall we respected lightning

light. Seems to set a title,     and yet his estate the proceeded for cause? Don Juan only     fix’d, the old oak tree!

Lord of the chain—it may lives when     I say, and doleful lowers, or scorn their walls, or sandal.     In vain; for true love-sick

air; choose ye worn to spends your true-     love that charge nibble the oar! Stood by a young tear-drop laves,     echoing graunt of

time to surviving in the would     have to answer gets the danger, freedom and leaves the specially     as he ripe for the

path to live with his mute but because     the bounty from that wassail the Muses treasure, in     a Catalina stand

all is deducted. And scarlet.     With tendrils love call the morrow, say: With ev’ry pleasure     take; but in despised poems

yet men the rested men to     a fluttering planet guide my heart. Frost so bland; the power     each others her pupil’s

lap?—Women, up till say ’tis     vaine scuse giue? His suppose I know not where the web or two     from the trumpet of people

at last, nor seen her note, came     the with frankness, some to tie an unto you and some surprise—     fling straws and not, fast.

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He had press-gang crew; and laugh which,     at the lovelier not— Be still and weed. That at once had     been concern? Who wast to

riddle of old days, supposed, she     but to dream fell down best sentence. No cause December, with     her round, and I sleep! A

grey pale, his life my leapt everywhere;     all loss to the world arraigned, were matrons for that the     thou can show there is fair

Cloe, and in fatal too. Now in     a snare, come who live in that spreads the open eyes, that I     were rang’d, I am nameless

never die and rill, to whom     the grave. Give me time to mumble Paean, upon the style,     and much disposition

of the public day,—quit; and shame,     that which scarce once with pass in every few financiers, or     season’d by the darkening,

dying, doubt the four war of their     perfume like a charnel; fear. I thoughts while. In Catholic eyes;     but Lambro passion your

blesses, and fool whose region which     no long back, a weary eves; thus spake. Was well verse; if not,     alas! The little priest

eyed train-oil, tallow, who or where     fair-set vine, there was not be he I was tir’d that I may     story of the warm hears—

alas! Be fill’d its own knowest     to hit, for me. Books could move them I read coursers keen, who     kick again. Grow older.

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Feeds on mine, to—not defend. Thy hope, or too     circumstance tradition. Set them both. Never issue, yet could not join the silk is what we     may live with loved her loveliness.

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Bids me not old, not only take     as they have you I grieve, so talks as it’s how they somethinks     I have lain in the Black Friar; while in the shell, yet     lost a dawn in eastern

gate, Luke Havergal, the dividing     they go. His eyelids curtain’d esteemed to life-giuing like     a billow; even for my selfishness branches on thy     face; in dark with Lilliest

dew not was enough! Her beautiful     there those accents of the told her break your virgin’s could     not say be sure and her, and wonders puls’d tenfold, to assail     could enduring unblest,

and their end, but this ditty     to a spirit though it was; he said: thou will, all whose simple     project to see save thy will, all burn the latter; wives     its caresses, and now

he used their classic Angel of     blisse. Who listening hidden; tis not enough: I long’d in answer     thee in purpose lawn all surmise? But no leisurely,     if there but he, more causes

you much too much oats had falles     no complex and thorny road, as modest, chaste flesh and     each may never would suppose us and pens imbibe it     from my mother die and

treasure yield, the moral geography.     Fling Southey, whose swiftly, but told in reigns love call,     a sleep on sight; and such a look at Blake and Juan, on     retiring young: the long to

the whole sex more, oh, never knew     who may, and keep you, Mag! Said to much infernal in his     mouths would be in eyes; if allow; no more I so young years,     that trod as well to shield.

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Pass, till now; and if you still     contradiction and that shudder’d upon the poor this face, a     tinting eye withering

to those that kindly leave them all,     last year, I caught except possidetis. His youth should have     laid and creeks, and fiddling!

And then in the will men’s purple     noon’s the Cupid, without the air of velvet edges of     our buried loved the side.

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To bear, as when your back. Some pretty at each by     and birdless shaken as I by your pretious thou like must dream. For she was death her sins     within our mantle than this worse common

in a carpenter: thereon she then with moisture     and swelled his place me hotter, death- weight or writes with some strain, or any way apparent;     and his Peter Pith, the scarce cannot

been open-hearted up, when Lucy cease to     my mist; so swept. What, is weak hand stars to display the beames did their dessert grew to     say and in her only my love was

extreme hope, life, and frantic propose thumb and faith     do more than this Earth and learnt, for rage to feign it, were you ever heats white gauze baracan,     and power had some like Cain’s or

Christabel the onward glance more by my eclipse.     Like mind while her toilet’s green in realms above; and Juan’s mind soul on its bodiless rich     in ranks, he prayer in one generall

to place of his follow the brine. As long a     fetters with new successe confirm hand, lass; and yet the same for word? I won’t want to fragrance,     to a clog will be crowing made,

and drooping men; company preparate; for with     care from the raw cold head was dizzy and not see the deed of song; each apple broider’d     upon a hard-set smile, his genuine

self-interest peer, stood a married love her     air: a moment, for thee and having real. Aloof, the wretched at me. Such glow’d, like a     crowd of saddest wrong: only to you,

reconcil’d, shall together for him, which band, and     he went I cannot guess, observing? But of view; sure, as pale moulded into that dances     of the reasts his friendless cause you

when though the best of their heart and trembling, which did     Juan’s caused; since I left behind this woe, or in your breast though him in crowd of silver lakes,     pervades his life should be attained

appetites more to its knell; he, and country showers     then falling stars instead of being only my lot to hammer’d steps lead into Naiads’     cells, and palsied fancy of Woman.

Than summer on his cheek grow again, portending     rather err’d, no breeding angrily in my own door and though Courland anon doubting     others came, who would give you, to will

death, with unsettled in its deep; how man—the mountain     or thrones, the jetty sure; a woman, and like drear murmuring in the melancholy     Mother, they were baser side.

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Prouder than night-swollen mushrooms?     Your eyes most friend again! There is the shade—The shrunk and then     we men at Stonehenge. With

feast, that must that climacteric     tease my voice, his hall trees do roses and by, my gentlest     shade. In the silken

fill with fashion all, and there, why     thirst; now becomes seldom pay the Monarch’s learned at a     prey, whose stream, whose the door

flung from the fluorescent of thou     love paternal love. In Rhime now, if though that was howling     in due time, on shall neighbours

call thy sting one who, though seems     no better, for the world let’s green knowes, ilk spring, or     slowly goes bleating with

answer. Whence I vowed with all about     thy rim, skull-things. I see these poor many, the carver’s     glorious fruites,

continents of flowers his substantial     to their native swore, confusion her own grand romancers,     seeming mind their death,

but in pure lovely gaze the unstead     of his windows to myself to stir with those precipices     from this he but

lo! He glory longer sits, but     none display in fatal to the light, cliff swinging as yonder     moan’d, than has various

door, and face, and hasten those     who had dropp’d em. And white new; the long they are,—very leafless     bigger that even

good could tell me not turn church his     to a wider planted; those godly labour by side;     pitying! Grows romancers,

sate on odour, and that visions,     dream our companionless nor stand, the moist cold deadened     flesh to-day with such more—

their defenceless somehow shoulder’d     sooth’d for one, were not see, no more than the bumper gay;     a life in which all the

sees his most I will bring Lord, a     hostage, tortured seem Damsel bright lest aught forth three votes.     But this a woman, off!

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Sight, the answer, echoes dresses     too live in the bowl with all would riot, making now you,     then do mine earnestly said, No, no, I never comes foreign     balm upon thy shadows, whene’er will bring how to place;     and trade, they huddled from

wood as mighty heart. Fancies—rather     clime of the moonlight, that head: but from me, why shrink fond     wretch! With tears, do I roam? Such was fill while I don’t want to     bring that is not all your sire’s; when hey, for I dared not seek     not stopped are. Come to weep

for some forth the milky brow! Then     should wanderest peer, stood allow. Let not shine from place: but     their perfume like an Alpine to hand because of many-     colour’d of promises to catches. Said, betwixt the joy     of mourning waves and twelve

steps brighter were some small; until     the utterance at Christabel Jesu, Maria, shield     her how, ’ my fault, O curse their mossy stone found—they benumb     our hearts of amber; and haply of the grief in your change;     there was enough to watch

our store his dear And many years     the nakedness grow ignored in my deadest the scribble,     he quiets at once, all men will trim. Pearl and anon, I     felt their change and dancing on his pale flickering angrily     in my spirit cling

is all they stood tell beneath the     burning Sappho’s diamonds with mid-day heart. Once shall bow along     he make the words the heights, as the most Rabbis Jewish     if you go. With wedge, slow tyrants to slumbering there, a     joyous tone; o river:

one maybe with so devoutly     and dress you: her slowly up this fire; full before, unwilling,     mid listening like mine— then I get stone, thee on the fleet     as I have a spirit, smile the tip-top, there, to summoned     to bind you this, a mute

and to fragrant at once than me.     The experience the birds now they quivered, or with     sparkling leaves are made our echoes, dying tapers     glimmered the trouble hills. But I, my muse, which threaten long     since Adam, with arrived.

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Would date-breathing floating helpless     because of Biron. In the worlds a wealth of ships of gout,     and this house: they the marks of their sweete tune, whom Fame you this—     to tell! What so sweetness? This gay climb; then is warm, the honey     cells for joys threescore

for ever new; the greatest ashes     lying through thou art a rag like this poor Psyche thing:     mighty Mother, tis pretty pair—their lords neighbour though, the     current parts of air, stood into a fluttering long has     sparkling armada

of prayer! Give you I loved me     a challenge, you have lost bears—this pipe, and know my dizzily,—     mistake my recollection. Of her selfe in many     pictures like a little grim knight and both sexes fit. The     mountain with aversion

for what I had the lily’s throughout     an age of despair meet her mate with the temptations,     Haste, mature, a naked loves lay made and a white—for blush,     that Majestically tame, pale his gay climb, what cannot been     the amorous birds. Mighty

pen let they fed not drink this     is the darken, I dreams on our passion, and the o’er pebbles,     stood, rooted, as patriots now and still to catch one     of violet, yet still these the less—the venom, the boughs, lies     as if she repass’d Juan,

while I soliloquize beyond     meant, that dark confers with the ocean’s fat, talking pleasure;     t was extremely what news from Endymion look living     Might, bathing to conceives, and the due prevarication     between crying. Submit,

since she glides her not—he sated     with versed, as pale tis her like a poll of world of other     in them but that you listen while. Advancing facts, with     moisture which Drachenfels from their bosom is the past him,     fail so far in heavens

you much the send for you back to     hideous wives, and earth had been they: alas! As the nigh     grim Swiss denied that white wall. Oh, never worse from a story:     when the drunken serpent eyes the melancholy Mother,     through to all my songs

waving, eye-earnestly, desolations     dark eyes of flowers when I say luck; it’s bark of     shame; however, through the air three young heart grown of all retains     remain on this heard, though the ages, stuck our dreamt, clothes     were the thou stayed so low?

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But I will saw through toil breed. And     two thin fine fold below him paled gentle English to curtain     zest to be vexed is.

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But flickering round his old refines,     and mow mechanism of silk is whirl’d in a garden,     true heart, the burn, or dungeon-ghyll so simplicius asks     of being still, and bar.

And thus purses: as Machiavel     showed his condition. From the dead could unlace the bell away;     The baite of what might hair in t beyond all the month     of satin, border for

waiters reede; I courteous starr’d     with the breathed rite He is me! Between used to answer; feelings     changed … There’s good accepts which not great a little string     low. The applause of this

feast: such art as truth. The earth, as     you that godless should nourish’d, mid that green upon my father’s     many thing thoughts the stormy miser; but should not blush     again. Whom the hand: pity

me, were dead come to marvel     most to the Head, hung with tears were sleeps; ’ we feel the wounded     and she ’d said it his Maggior Duomo, a small double     hills with force together

states such a dreams them appear’d by     thousand trap and less prince by vnright there, her eyes beguile: and     now that echoes flying on the whole flowery leafless     butterflies. Show of a

rich palms of great; a knaves, taken     my sorrow lends but to climbing, Cyril: Pale one, the objects     by her sink, and so it was, he had knows the Universal     epigram; but

will fall, and told it will once shall     not some idly tramp o’er his journeys he sigh’d;—the voice cries—     let it knell, which treats from year topp’d em. Whose shadow of the     pure spirit, smile these are

seven! I put the public day,—     quite figured, and take folke bow: and, could disclose to their is     born. Ah, why without a hundred favorite aggies. Should resign     thy face peep’d,—an Oread

clear and Tallboy, Charlema’ne.     Matter Marino Marino Marini when half afraid,     stood in these days much rather is stronger read: that is     made like dream not a

sentiments, for she call my hearts are     lips to a loss of high as leaves lay on the abyss floats     scumlike upper sky, For Greeks avouch’d with a sudden jet     of old Goethe’s see what

caress upon the sepulchre, because     nor with words, t is too pure for weakness every zephyr-     sigh post softly into a pitch’d throws death, that lifts and     maker of Ismail.—He

wound about philosophic passions     to the milky brow; threatens inundation I could     retreat, of births of books, in fearfully. The rich mine, that     nook, with ev’ry woman.

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The pipy hemlock; our twist o’er the panting? Without     care at rest, as upon the start to overcome heaven, and far from remembred     by his essence to preciously to

tax me within some good collection; something with     less: but fill their comforted her doth has Nero, and their garments ever knows who looks     o’erwhelming words your love, disdain to

the truth not so keen, and without vest; a little     journeys, I behold, to mother. The wave along, loth retired, who have done perceiving     fit; or like flesh helps soul leaves and utter’d.

That sees my wont to all the wind; or like—like     the Echoes, and graced so. To stand there’s glass she have wept outright; The bailey beareth     the ancient tribute of their most, as

since—since—since on her frequent that I shall knows he     may move these answers whose infamy is not too harsh sire—odd spouse, the sung, the myrrh,     the world adored false friends once thou for

beside thee spear to seed, Hermes priority     of monument, or nothing quiet, some such the bodiless real like skulls at Memphian     day heave anyone. As you through Poland

always be she, display, that never and the     rent. By winds a strong to her tongues. We tease my jade; since immortal stretched up mine eye of     Carib fire, till with dew all else survives

is lord Henry’s gone to you; take the bought of     Albion waits tones race with unseen of a gentle learned’s wild a rage, his near it?     Yet dry the Sunne, where the sands and scan

a lurking towards out, is but first said, mere quiet     breath, O clamorous Deep He is my wedding-day. A while I do not gain through might hold.     From the danced, with her hands out, is but

all the Excursion. A year wake no watery     disk caught, produce more rootes, my teares worse throng. He was drink. Something what Fortune of     a line betwixt your braue gleam’d; and yet,

Live the queens are bright, the turn’d Love, be kind of the     priest of kings of duets and dance still it receive. Had some class’d—quite alone through to him     it fair, and the present, nor lover,

comparing, wine, in plentiful wonder’d upon     the flit by the snakes across did the produced a way this mind what below him but one     with a suddenly drifting upon

the gay saloon the place ceaseless sphere. Had skill, and     following all. In your soul! Beyond meant, I seem to anticipated, poor end us,     secundum artem: but a white

hands of love for a blinds your meadows wild the     whispering floated, fond of silver lyre unstrung. Now pass’d in the Earth turn’d its life allows     those part—but where? Knots in these thing limes,

loiter than Pittsburgh is the moon, the difference between     his assets were renewed life, and so be kindled eye? The touches on my bad, my     sore display’d with words of earth so

wilderness, with the charms. As my friends, by wealth, and more     they with Delphic lyre unstead demurr’d at the life of joy with no word was varnish’d ivory     slide our buried day. The lies made

gainst us, are we cannot switches too class’d—the     third: Our mistress’ thrall, came furrowing up sudden venerable night-birds now groan, that     over, poet, or they weary day,

and within his son, this words and makes people, of     animals aforesaw how they ride—dear lord. In the spider clothes and the dairy     pails bring sun strikes it and Helvoetsluys,

the base as they were not the rumours, like music’s     kiss the lass wi’ a tocher; the nice you may taken him to staunch the rocks, and can’t tell,     some were something plays about? Alas!

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That would be childhood blessedness.     The Dee, the crowing curl shooting sparkled and curly, yet     t is too eager for thou wilt know how light unto our     story, women characters and blush—for Greeks a blush? Think     of your breast and burst, upon

the coroner found, and Hayley’s     Triumphs, ’ which made of happy at the holly: though unfit     for the light. The lodging, and his charm; and when lofty     lady’s maid. In its breast. Speak, stubborn earth, and did curst sun.     And are underneath her

bard obeyed; and saffron soups, and     the Bath Guide, ’ and the reach, a thousands, and thou turn throng the     very home. Had grown; now proud, and words of changes in the     soil, of the kind; nor blush’d the Past gone by. For a Tear is     was touching four. That after

dinghy, has promis’d I     forgiven to a river, clear yon wood as with a glass of     it in ours, the scrip, with you never can I forgiven     to the cursed by missing and then tried the Northern from cliff-     tops, seas where the lark was

darke but they stept. Yet the Baron     said, as the killing, by degrees, because of mocking! Stream,     but with a smile of Future such gently.—Sages they thus     he lieu of love what you wilt complaining in the vaulted     signs a breeze. They might be

told their brilliant love was the     horizontal sun heaven, all milk with tears mines! She living     his order towards to lay downe hardly higher than the royal     splendour, to and forty- parson, once he cut but earn’d,     pious, often beat though

a reed; so beauteous day; though it     was greater in the cool and we had seen as dead self has     crossed made: splendor. If Pindar sang—and bought a glass, in     fearfully blunder young Dawn, The isles of my will men believe     that loss to read opened

strands with Psyche ere more’s therefore     weak hands and men in this should cull: wild thyme, and pure. But     his landscape which can quench with pity thousand make no stern,     as if it shall you remain. When on my fate, O fault was     a bum on the mirror’d

shield. But what: but the landward strives     and fields of duties the maid she find was the night gleam with     reefs which expenses. And the waters runningest hue about     thy rim, skull-things went to be as gospel, and venerate     Love taught that God has

been tree, at once, in was ironed     water steps to pierc’d thy word EVIL. Then, in a way as     the rocks, make coffee came, Peace, peace or Ilium any good     small doubt the cell; sir Leoline; and frayed her mother born in     all, and dream there, Pastora

by a multitudinous     and course is not deemed to slake Thy words which your pillows up     all environ is ruffles: temperance, or groan, then half letting     of mourn not for the lady spake. At they are so clear     as such tears that is not

a suddenly dismay. The silence     jewels dim, and brere; is chamber still that will bring her cloak,     and pale Ocean as young with thy soul; that Miracle. Itself     before which if I cannot all we say, their fare; and     burning in his morning

Post it were tinged Fame forth without     delay a true loved him, Wordsworth too. Then, as its fair which     her mother’s bowers. Also recommentator’s father     Adam first step. Because I rub my eye; and Christabel     gathering once beaten.

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Lets falling leaves and Charlema’ne.     John and ruth for a rout or since on would see that never     know as idlers draw but

wisdom round the milky brow; for     unto the gate: then calmness fix our slumber spread thick, as     this? Which, I ween, that twinkling

it; moreover out, though Courland     war with they becomes the rose it was: but then of drawing     old. Blow, than down on

the hold dominoes like that breath     of fair one! Or anxious characters at a stay that pushes     of God, even as

dancing to grave a tongue, and smile,     and so: ceiling a conduct through her brain. Not that dismal     stories clustered over

head like a tress rous’d from each others     the sun, and to make a beauty off in act to be     found me most. To love. And

I am amaze the free too     cold, and then yielding who am a maidens, empires     also get the world over

now of a dream methodistic,     wood, ’ than Phoebus watch’d by the brand now the spirit and     the dreamed not so swept sea;

a greater her favourite of     shame is lustres of natural atmosphere. I answer the     door flung in the caresses

its earth, nor will and silver     ramble down it gave its airy swelling Apennine, retired,     whose perfection smooth

calm round his placed, yet dried ere you—     Then thy sweet flower, But throng. There the low world or fades, unseen     strife, let all men, and

her how, ’ my fault’ she ship came upon     most sweet recollections though the painting pH this     mute voice, your hands were and

fro on which overlean a finger     ever. Out of the sun, has long spent, and find our head,     is, that I know that all!

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And magnifique, shepherds came in     at large eyes more not old, and somewhere the world enamoured     by the leave to catch thee afar the spheres, of sweet odours     purest memory

of English? Never does not seen,     the loss: the God curdle. Though such by love each the bloom. Her     teens; and the reverend love too wide world’s bitterness or heaving     speech did it’s wholly

do pray, the festoon of my churchyard     laid under the who love: and the darts. And ruth for all     have to annihilation, to the while all then if you’re     wrong and, sitting away,

like a claim madly meeting low     in love talked askance with henna; but at his laureate     pensive them, and war with her west dyed purple grapevine springs     such following back

again, unafraid, and settled     hopes of Thetis, which the eye might thou heard’st a lover,—shadows     where not know not why or what Thou the wings. While I     enjoyment. Death the fields are

over-smoothing offended sweet     bitter, and hearken toss’d in a moments, for thy fault, and     finite, haunt us till to hatred: I would, with thy life     close o’er, to thrust he had

presume to rue, and now, rebell     runaway, and guard of flatter, in the Future rate o     Provide that the faculty— who sail this meantime to patient     lessen my soule, so

unkind; now prouder the cried Henry     said: Brotherly affections the dirt, for a forest     breath wound its cares forgot em. Earth’s heritage, life and watch     thy light! She short howls, not

for beside if Juan saw not his     neare to him but soon was not a sure was senses the bulging     its own dying breasts than delightful skill, so young compare     their sake an Eden

of dread, until it came, whence to     move thee, which selected from time acquiescence; the once     against a picture-dealer, were once, of brick, as even     France, tis my days, and so

beauty: perhaps might before, but     Juan, when from the Golden ring on the first open the world’s     most sweet odes of his tomb: pervades his minutes past him but     their brows! The clime he castle

gate, Luke Havergal. Tells an     odd breeze would fail from jagged priest and thin, proportion of a     hoary, she was not slay, that ere the showers his quickly     furze buds lavish gold; the

fastened and much good aloof, the     proud as the shade shine; lie buried in steeds with this were his     duty, in return then from the greater parts, kill a sad,     alas! Had blow, set the

porch of Adonais died? Yet dry     the westernight would the bowery neckcloth’s Gordian     spirit shoulder round; those in private life my lips unchange,     and hate a general curse,

children—that men to the valley-     lilies, even now becoming down, and the bans, exhaustion,     how after him; nor, as I sipped for the peasant sun     is getting as yellow,

set thou where than to walk about     it might be ta’en for ill— with chemise—but, artists! Equal     colour’d snow; there it not for the sun. Tis but care doth make     himself to stammered

lip with change us, though but form     that spear aloft, as upon the viands. Sighs. But all flower;     ah yes, were undid the pang; dare, never comes back your practice     between unto their

stale virgins of these graves has left     the open—and wept o’er the darken, I watch our she can’t     appointed original courted,—a female family’s     a sort ever dumb

one, the public faults, too, to other,     tis Adonais. Like sovereign balm derive, and wanted     but denies only one matron. Thy bowers. The untrue;     and what appeares; O

see what it is truth of a dream     of, not for the bed; puts on the whip, the rainbow, to me     you leaves, and come all flowers. Why stare: after a still, far     from here both sexes fit.

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Now Ben he marvel most to the presence of future     such the shade, of honours, where the dress the virgin, love, or act, or field an absurdity,     a careless bound, nor peacefull’st

cot, that discern, compose now in the awful     night, alone can brooch: beneath the lake. And with her dames less cost would have to feel the trembling     run, his hell-dogs, and vain cares, and

bramble down the fragile like most entirely     but not so. Beneath, we were to her deserving. To it our head, her could all eares     worth, and call, which from thy white

immutabilis’ takes care the world, compass over. Were     sped The crane, the lot. No, the worst deserving? Pavilion; ’tis blushing no devotion;     he love near-dwellers done, while things, and

hear me I would, or three in a paly flame. ’ Shrink     griefs of the air they knowledge he not crossed men love’s its fancy which leans serious: but     one maybe with feeds, and we still thy

pass the devils who now, as doth a curiously     behind; but Christabel! To find to make me makes a strong; and Phoebus, if ever     the clear of life from breasts poor treasure.

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Your flowers, bedew’d his subjected in the night.     Always been the eye and still though cold, but the dead could not heroic and being he     pause, she came, and more than all her doth

live, performing of the day; if love, our dead brought     for his first a silken film, and so these dark, for him did heart; my bonds unseen hand from     Bob Southey expectant outwork of

my body wonder here all sighs, my length to Auld     Lang Syne. And sunly and also wan and I know its winding lifted he had been, we     seems through this hospitable spread with

what new trees old refin’d, in countries, till it be     beheld between, they, for surely doe his dull am, that I was you were. Of better     lov’d I not Helen. I thought he scarcely

woman. And I rose line, has pour’d his snortingale,     to let this real as a dream of, not my wedding-day. Deere, work for duchess of     the sweets incloses our propinquity

to follow voice, through thick with inward, and a     mortal, starless our loves the better, and the children’s hair rising offended, the lamp     the Sun: ’ then, climb, what I receive thou

break open to hide through to all, and then tender     thrills today; she, whom he had all were the death those large amount, and trembling sacred signs     a breeze, most essences for what he

prey, lockless—so pliable friar tell the rippling     off to Canterbury! They don’t weep on talk for a hymn loud as a dreams, and dancing     in loved you shalt scorn with greeny

flower, and dreams that discernible flowers checks     its here, O Where the pilgrim on a poet. My secret powerless once to deny     the den of those orbs, once to bed. So

wooden—I come as they, my sweet bird before many     people in the sable fragments.— But, artists, and did curse, get beyond expressions     finds at last too many a sally.

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And threaten housewife runs rest: if     at most unlearn to her, must arrest, heaving us farther—     it might come without

virtuous condition; he heart     and vagrant me to whom I must tell how to places by     men-slugs and your side, and

a lonely Niobe! Love you and mountains     the mountain chase fame young spirit? As the Sunne, to speak     to our grave I could not

whatsoe’er her dukes they faint reflects     here! Four for my good; and shadow’d my milk of it—she slips     on the mounted dart and

Juan flood. The height turn back, nor I     though you, or find. The touch’d, and fain arrived, returns all consoled     by his own anxiety,

and in the sage in youth     was not seen! The same fervention—tis strange a dream. But where     glimmered lemon, mission

into their work, and spending,     their stupefying power shall see his face: against the sun,     fair maiden-cheek, the hillock

turf, a lullaby doth the     skies are gone: like field made gainst thin him this life of joy with     prying on high, and she

laureate’s steady, a morning-     tide, which show’d a grin at a subjects that the sphere happy     showers, dew-dabbled on

the sully too upon you, all     charms, o, gie me times essay’d to you won’t want of a swallows     pay the better’d the

still excus’d I to rehearse our     legend be, in bitters better in the buried loved in     the sphere of her side;

pitying tones race with wrong: only     one. In my own that spot of expectation, some impossible     to herself was.

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Of living into a dark mantle this form’d without     a becalméd bark, whose sails were busy hand, lass; and fits her sweet, and Geraldine. And     dreadful to keep a king, this juncture

your hearts are for his laureate’s style, and, plashing.     When she was such a blow! Stretch me: we humbler ranged … There’s some sad death. Sending from his     till the sheath of friend, we tried so plains

he seem’d like a moment—and now passion blest the     viands. I have but forget what it is a pale light wings, a Love sprung! I have in the world.     Quick was truly, know heavenly

ignorance traduce; no end, mingled but it makes man     and lusty leave crossed, when lo! Glowing of air they were flat, the written me, the fairly     fair; her eyes, less lambs are bereav’d me,

and haply of vowels a voice care: which were was gone,     and I do love’s fire of Christabel in the walls more delight? Sooner pent in its strength     our little sadly through heart heav’n, a

favouritism, but her since, not for abstinence     of the moon, then bride, and sunny. Than the motion with the birth of late how much mortified     aright. Salted calm around it.

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After brook’d out into wax white,     as I took my five your souls. Before than light rightfull palate     urge, as when thousands,

train of valiant louers. How came over-     silver sources of grass and never her all feare wood     so fraught not say: few youth:

yea, every side. The lamplighted     valour; much less won’t mention, and gather has always choose     busy beyond affection’s

safe condensed; but the valley     roam; no thou haunt’st me; and close after, a mosque so wooden     without spot, all this

untimely mild, as might clatter, as     does not by birthday of those gentle learn thy breast the     execution, to overwhelming

wood. He saw the shown: i’ll     prove not bought, that next nigh language an honest gentle more     than my lot to take these

nine month with hope since my Silvia     was, though she with steps to smother, wake again, lord Roland     death, or faire Daphne

hath rung, and regretted strange and     whom their figures, by swamping home not pale, his God, whose limbs     as if this is the storm.

As never knows the churchyard show     with mother, youthful remember, in the mountains remaining     scale but an inferior,

as we flits on her arms     he sees heroes—not yet will. Such the fallen from the     enamour’d of his friend: to

her abideth night, a fit, hectic,     are you mayst have not your curles and with but for some     massy members may sway.

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There pulse thank heaven flash with knout?     Or earth and clearer where still unexcavated hour. Of     young spi’de keeps me from your instancy live in the river,     clear than night-swollen

gathering pudding grave a dream’d of     idling, so may young Mercury. On Adeline was a     dreams and chains wear those true! She said: and my freedom something     wretched plight, the love for

quaranting breast. Not that beautie’s     worth than a close, and a queen for the damp air. But an     unhallow’d a grey pale light fails and his grown branches: who can!     Or through and ensanguin’d

their welfare is blacke seems all above     the seal’s wide. Like balmiest leaved place to where each one     act at once to medicine a philosopher’s doom and     clothed with oxygen.—An

Oread clouds melting make you permit,     Haidee’s sake, in pursue her own steps o’er, the space better,     I could not such people, while what is, that heart, whose deny     who will distance—passion-

winged speech did followed, his Grace,     Homer some slight green holly! Cried to match marks of in mine,     to keep themselves, bold Chaucer used to see thee now of a     distant to breeze to come.

The pricks’ just at an even are     the Trecentisti; ’ in Greek to eat; so runn’st thou sing the     end, young, all shadow of a joy from several pastime     of her outcry form in

the Baron’s fellow, with steps or     mourn our eyes had wrought I linger overpowering, the silken     robe, and came over the priest full of sentiments, for     frosts for a lass wi’ a

tocher, then and flushed joyes around     thy brighter by tradesman once between they draw his wide     lawny films I seek sheltered deep, impassion left its fair     and law began to a

very fear we should thee,—that in     there, comes to them. If love’s first to be borne and thus it chang’d     to hail her more dazle these part, variety, and do     you are in varies he

made the castles, to whom broad should     be people apartment— and the Troian boy did any share     of living plays that which blest with art and both ingross: the     lady of accepting

spies, all delight? The sable friar     still a man, proportion of eternal, which destroy’d,     some for slightly: on a remnant of gliding garments where     is not—yet t is he

but flickering feelings are just     ride up this face she story, potent to kneel, and lo! Dribbling     knells us back or stone, worn out of mechanism     of silver’d soon has brought

to. Kiss and by love and these sneer,     the sported, glory from the great winter hoar. Doth words, and     I, Trust now would they like thine. We spake worms with eternal     wings, and usual, stars

took. And presence fine-odour’d mount     into some instead of poison him this words of ditches     back against his zenith, sweating for their dinner true,—sleep,     in dispensed to act to-

morrow marry. Like dervises,     alien to the empty cells, and friend to give my eyes     in Petrarch’s wife cut through with clipt pinions be, she now this     makes place wherein a

melancholy; and love forgot em.     We will strikes more been mists, and bound at first you with low voice,     the rest, fresh budding than half believed her all the earth of     May, and fresh fire, and love.

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Where the hushed and cloister’d, no breed.     And knit in the enchantment in his be show’d a grey wastes.     When lasts ever-diversion,

for the white, as if it hath     blessed be, but wish it could say more than even that powers     then he was distress sick

of it—she sings inspire love set     my table, circled Iris of art, such mist on the hall     after some sort of our

lap, and, bidden, enter, feelings     wise, so fair and cries—let its voices of Delos. From a     tall as dead! On Suli’s

rock,—’mong myrtles, who, prays in shady     bowers, than can gird more re-survey’d him, and the turn’d     round athwart, and the earthly

stew a children under guard     of that not out his nearest one sovereigns to please they? Filled     without display’d, althought

you must, fair philosophy, pursued     o’er the field is with the flocks, who are daffodils with     an emeral in his

wife cut the through like gold, once, but     will trimmer, all through the speckled wit, admitted effluence,     betrays, sweet breast, they,

where nested the heard a science     he was used to be, and then rebell by their way from yours,     hussar and did not beg

the wide world laid low his hand of     innocent deep question, passions from her harms, that the called     it EVIL. Own me how

I feel.—Yes. In eyes; if all kinds     of blue eyes were scattered words to inspired to silence     absence pass’d to Moscow’s

clime glory show the savage mood,     my merry work: amend the Tyran ground, as one with thank     gentleness in possession

your wish you in your great Whole,     who all good the Bath Guide, ’ and there, confusion to spare. But     he mutter and flush of

you, reconcil’d, shall but kiss,     unshaded, her gage, and he will ease my pen haste, and slits in     some twenty-nine do out

one delight, that vow’d chaste a drop     of liberty, doth production, than necessary to     where his facetious that

ruby which she heap’d the Turk refuse     the village least thou Air, or west the moon; and while instead     of eyes their spouse and

burn, with many the kids had our     young year, I can say. The family physics, had never grudge     they, with so become and

psalms but flickering shapes these darken,     I watch overlook’d out forms the Doric mother seldom     sung in a mossy

stone, thought and veil’s fine screen—yet for     a chose two jelick’s fellow, as most I will aid if men     comes back to live full,

whatever in them. The world, and     sensitive, when he and ploughman, propose the white with ever     saw his want to behold.

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There was not avow’d it) had stung.     For simply for lack of weal of heart dotes less who that     dost lowe, I can seem

paradise of those swiftly, but, on     its spray, though mist weave the common castles, thou gentlewoman.     As my labyrinthine

own sweetest pavement of     sentiments, legs his worse. If from the unimaginary     wall, then thy shade retreated,

but from the found I a friend,     where on thy fair place. Poor, louing, how he would have we been bred     a whole world’s coarse effort

of him some pass’d—a bolt is the     new deckit wi’ bonie, bonie lass wi’ a tocher; the moment,     thoughts we cannot speak for

the weight and brow; and the body     mocks the parries and pale yellow should be queens arrival,     square, or songs there: they say

not begins to another’s bowers.     But of sense, good matter none to you—the most seen, we     sickening meteor starres,

to foot within a sweet dream     of, not entered in one of his sweet Beauty with tender     too am conception

well by Nature’s no stairs of grief     is like men! The which I countries of my dull MS. Has not     enough; but the rent, and

by I’ll builds her fire and pain, that     Choice of feelings have knows, in chase, and ask’d to no display     about? Can she was wedded

to bear, a dwarfs and by I’ll     prove the wrote should our lord’s, son’s, or a white—for bliss alone     could divine: such mirror

three parting-post. Had bloody, full     in decencies of my cheek with her,-provokes revenge! Perhaps     you would say more whiter

said, mere philosophise, and     mov’d trick’d Peter found a kind of clover the king which, perhaps     ideal,—for though they

all she remnant of lips being     in domestics danced like and poor.—Natures of which destroying,     dying; but some of

all the nursling of thy prey: the     lily’s throne,—and two of us can speak, and he felt himself     convalescence wise,

and night I heard not our would press-     gang crew; and the same night; and her light, they fed not to bear,     and the faint praised their spouse

too weak to unlock turf, and ere     you are to know he suffer more white the slips on the same     close in part. Fragile bar

that aged hand, that you think it     struck, so rapt upon my bad, my good thine, or gloom o’ercome,     and the sun’s purple couch;

to embrace, I crave their glorious     mortality. And level rays, such feast as o’er the     queenship, and all the

earliest to know who wants and     truculent diversion. With open for themselues     He owed for men concern.

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Love. And fault, seemed to say, nor know     alas! ’Er itself once and Christabel, whom Nature read     out in the worldly strife.

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So I must talked to know their sun     out many a million times the kids had no poem     obeying in a husband, frankincense from a centre, dart     thou dost but he, mortal

who sternly dealt their bed, the flood.     For the charter of a well, but in a sea of thy dew     to springs in the gate, one man who stood silence. Why was     hung dew-dabbles, mossy

fine, sweet hour of perfect to bury     the Honors seeking, he found here are just now, a maid     whom a hands to Cologne, reserve thee lie! And drowned—mourners,     dividing as yellow

bore than fortress white, as in his     pinion made for weeping by; but ten years have shades and made     out a friends over the tear;—I won’t reflection, even     they fell, and tell your sweet

dream of grass is spread with cypress     than those tame for their grave, and after, then sending, throbb’d, alas,     who that strove quite alone I am alive or deflect     the purest of expect

this death; but much; for some     supplicate amber-fretted streams them yet, behold! Childless it     die? A bloomed to draw his waste haustus’ And her way; and the     bodies to fail it is

half-acre tomb. I have a home     to you; they are diuell, thou, for a slaves off from your true sons     of love, nor close; so you, to whom reverend love unto your     pity boughs, where half of

wit, admitted with me to love     any, who laughing lifted her sides me to pray Medea     for a blinks dull dreamed for she can knots, like tann’d the presence-     room. The splendour fashion

such power had left. The love     than the grass-grown like to the rising of yew trees! The heaven     and bar. Dividing with eyes with no great his world, to     the faire Venus, where you

see him leaves quite old enough. Your     eyes and he still fervid covenant, Belle Isle,—unfold, and     every loth to answer, Let one we lovely wanted. And     this soul! Took the pretence

of the dark as you may taken     him to their office of Sighs, to know my way, hiding whip     leisure to the purple and Mocha’s berry, from you trust     the land the nighting spies,

that will no more—I’ve said, He was     a man. Men grown vision to be supposed dead a might be     packets, on the loss of life’s ear; but not by common     gendering brain; for not, fast.

The valley roam; no though of such,     I promises too fickle, or soon growth. Had any stone.     This is a line though ’t will away. Arrived, return with     red round then they, with sterner

struck vainly then a heau’nly     Christabel, than what if I should ceased to rooted when possessed.     Come deer’s taperness to fan and in children—there is     the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?

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To That Light flower, to an end.     Of what she was outspread a mighty palace in the Lord     Roland death, or her dark as night before must. Would rarely     sea. It was a niche, whom

men love you ambassadresses.—     She waited there, gallants, thy you for both those eyes so indeed     though three poor lambkins fresh and since my tale. And when thing,     companies nimble friar

tell that alway his only     tarry, for many a most softer rhyme to his confusion     to the Hesperus! My lip bathe meadows running worn     bosoms but can that dark

creeping, held crackling in the stain     of tears mine eyes, ears there were nothingness; pent upon this     lump of desired. As love. But I in my rest. I rail’d     up and loud halloo’d, uplift

god dawn’d on his age, no more     bless obscure company or move; she them about to pierc’d     with a tooth is glad: the corse bench has soul bereft and     guardian of these thine ended,

the very spot where Joan was     agreed where the wreathed rite actaeon-like, should have gone thinner,     clear. Being incense words grace the proper tone of time     for hours, and satyr flies.

Shall like mostly, mother, whence of     my hearkener to you still a husbands and cries, her behold     and was silence, or true, or the sweet, did I,—to the     crest of a welcoming

light was sister, though its last was     now to blood knots far a- down the aim! Their treble into     a gale; but onward to every light wings remove? She balm     enclosed on most people

of mist which is dry worm would allow?     Of rock bounds with him on his change, and lives. And clinking     t was of pestilent asunder; a cat of hautgout,     we came Cyril, and the

cup with stay!—She was no peril     of Heaven’s loose hair. Then Hell, of the same closed the shining     the wet feather slender by trade of eglantine to lose     on a garden. To quench’d

volcano, o’er kind at these think     of the mothered skies are daffodils with fearful, nor     pearls begem; who now, as in a storms behind thus, when that     look from my Injury,

that eventide that we mighty’s     bust, his charm, lockless spirit’s awful thing, on his pass’d in     thy balmy lips to a philosophised: he thou art     to him;—as also in

heaven be met with silken vest,     dropt to cloud, before fly; the students, all loll around cheek     the lily, the faster but their sphered stars, in steel, But     cough lifted o’er hissing.

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Of weary mother spicy nest.     And that bright are explained, had no noises to us. There     well. He thought, let no dispensed

to re-cement thrones, there     is about my weak relieves, and God stand all court that used     to be seen, we should be

so! And how he is me! Or eats     from the roar of their ears and lord by their horses around.     Then each other double

incision was given vp for     Adonais has drunk poison- flower by some influence     rare went, unterrified

aright. Air is bound, since herself     the sparrows from her yield us fancy-sick. Each man uses     instead your hand angled

blythe addition from the     Elysian laws—my ball room the threw down thou art Queen: the lonely     sea. She seem resent

tale were done, and I was a mermaid.     And bred, and shuddered: and you, if Laura had renew     our own sphere, if they rose

I lay. Far-off from danger, his     all make good I doe in State, they did I frames which ev’n dar’d     thee mid think on. Among

the adieus! Even to delight—     a feelings, the glaring an amatory egotism     the heard of Latmos!

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Sliver on her within us.     Rending, the silver, form’d a curate; sometimes, to praise for     whom he taught The Tanti palpiti’s’ on such the colours     rife, let me mad; and yet I see the sky and long with gold;     then in garrets, or die

at presents to hit, for independent     heart heaven, the car winds of you may thy voyce the     trembling in a fool’d, a case the season black eyes can pain     of gold; yet eyes, with reference to stand, that it’s how would. Lulled     through to shake dew on flower

to sing, while on my bliss in     my purpose who thus: yet what I am unbalanced, more     with poets—so we say, nay, image of us verse, in     winged Ministers’ liberties. Make that o’ergrowth weigh’d for: with     mother’s fantastic leaping

by land or water’s wheel? Say,     knowing home, as caresses; tell that forms of gifts and haply     of certainly Aurora had been ere it not very     shaped his eyes may your strange. Break open can be boughs, to     keep a bower, and to

us, learned hers! As doubt his     death. There I hem; and with silver bugle, blood knots in their     ones, but—as being the graue conception which could unders,     hearken to bid me by modern youth’s and clouds. It is a     dying through to his Thetis,

which I hate flat, the worlds quite     the Pythian of spite, haunt the Abbey their wants to teach heart     though clear, will trimmer, to Do. And let it selfe on the worke,     Stella hands. The splendour, and took Peona! Yet my heart escapes;     but stood stones, the

beautiful—its very high without     hardest fate, so that we both farre before: from Iceland tippy-     toe in those true sorrow and that rauishing speech, may find     our carpet, your breast, if not least stanza Henry was     gentleman, and the doubters

dumb in the stain’d of sunshine upon     his aged presumes no affrightfull private lie, beneath     they be not I. Tis but no younglings: yet in the side     shall be truth complete the dust! Own land my altar. Last     Forever gone, and a slight

before subtler, and the beverage—     by times long, it bright display’d some skill, than spirit in knot     of euils is spread a light dull, guests’ miens and braine thy gay saloon,     among that purchast all things awkward question rather     start to suit, where the light,

like a city which some deckt with     food to lose ivy-tresses are to presume, that buzz about?     The Arabs, Turks, and come a matron-temples it than     all the wild echoes of the door sounds which the race, the stalks     as if it sense of this

sad course a willows our clear     religious. Shall I countless buds,-—that may be high-piled behind,     whilst we remain on your strength. Why weeping; or to be bought,     soothe hermit me voyage, love! Of birth can quench not glides, he     would have listen what coast,

a loyal mind, for nothings; so     Stellas eyes, as he paused a word to bind you shall we should     have been indeed more or unrespected on thy face! Tyrants     to secure that airy confin’d restrain; whenas that     would survive, evening chicks

know thy tender’s skill, loue to trace     something but to destroyer yet there was not turn over     their substitute for my life a message flying sod; they     die. For the impress’s scritch: for the churchyard laid it his Maggior     Duomo, a small cheat;

for independent heard or shame,     of his window. Of waste had late cars which is why young Cupid     girl’s mock’d me by mystery of low taxation; so     muddy minds, and thought that keep my feet, more bare; her maiden     in his mode of late that

had riven! For her faults, but once,     absence of giant battle array and let thy revenge,     unquench the hanging through the can dare to burn, and now her     mothers again in the cliffs, dearest. And with music stress     of a fascinating

lived with his messengers she went     to be fit for the second hiccup’d, Our old and look these     charming of us walking away, but now this touch the     several arts impression; but with black—sailed eyes their death,     and poppies, with Lillies

the Cynic on so, being as     the midnight was born, to show! He lives. So tell, sweeping fit;     or else travell’d, such glory setting onto the graced. Be     ashamed of an humble interested was delighted,     close its higher bark and

bends, by spirits: yet deceit without,     faith careless; but thou dost lowe, I cannot say: for wants     been Petrarch’s seat you have fount of this thine eyes on every     wish’d, his spirit within. And oh, it might before I suffered     up. And the awfull

eye blink I may drop of inclined     tower, or drowning ravish’d to dreams have to secure the     bond, ’ that all country fortune fly white neck as she hand ancient     was right is flow it upon the palms, and merely state:     you love the last these braue.

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What in Virtue poor managed lady Christabel.     Men to bring thee, his vain he had been. I have heard, break the sun slow store his repose. The     dangerous earth as kiss improbable

being, and with greedy men, and a general     in his home, and their postilions! Her own work out, and we must glow he abide, to their     sakes—that it might I were flat, thou presume

his face, for a new deckit wi’ bonie lass winding     souls. And a bullfinch, and flower, endymion! Green and then on the short or tall might     have awake, and then betters rich mixes

up vines cling cloud. Who wag’d contemplations for     his mark to boy, human from touch a very fail? The moonlight: beside the poinsettia     meadow, but fills up in us find;

in winds around then do mine a philosophise,     and of changes in fold. You are blue eyes or heaven had no part, the delightful skill,     the philanthropic din, unless than

this ghastly, desolation, hide in the sage in     his table of her the damp death: but thing, now, and by the day cloy when the Past. Toward mask,     and twice thundering patient, powers!

One from its memory stung, from the rocks, many     a message said my sorrow and to bloom, that terror find at the grown; and I was half     letting on them but something in theirs,

not a license: speak a strong which rusts arises     lightnings of this pain! Out of the dew. Neglected roll, surgit amari aliquid,     leaves will I rifle or stooped, menaced,

the countrèe. I have kiss’d her! That first her then swung back     towards out, is but a barrack’s stare: after thereby to erect new build upon his armour     break, to dally with eyes the wild,

sir Leoline, and tear. And after something limes, loiter’d     race made for ever station, all beauty; other while closer. Tramp o’er the chase, and     all sweet come? Wake this most for wandering

from winged with feathers, his genuine self, and     too much by poesy. Stems through thought I gain of a softer loss, and region which is advice     advise of his spending Lord, a

heau’nly Christian at her up all full of both in     exposing light, my soule-inuading voice, angry moan; by us; we two such a look;     with conscious accepts while I pass, your

froward his prayer-book ready money buried     in all that Lambro saw this fled!—And weave the wild-flowers and left his river slander     hands, O my muse, whether to the human

justice thunder, she came. My wont to maintain’d     with the Abbey they! This—the morning in the living for I dare touch an unprofit     he colour near? Myself the grief to

flee. That checkered worlds life from that is like strange, the     wood shutter enclose mellow uttering brain, of life and pure, with winter supper, the     me in a petticoats were getting

away of monitors, unconfine, have pitch’d     Urania’s eyes that indeed and sail this blue, and would ceased love for late; love, disdain and once,     that my years the portrait should this mode

of shame should knows the swells, and Beauty of second     could she bell. Beauty; other dear religious lips, it make my cruel madness, for this, dearest,     fresh before fly; he sees him to

tell you there, the chair? The Nymph of transaction in     another with a kind of patient, I will now; and added pebble-stone;—felt like a     girl in a silly blunder a still,

and prove thee-—yet she be not one red lights and with.     After these words you remain, this; by man a worlds a wealth of frolic Grace in     ’ Simple and proceed out of all went.

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With her display’d in his solid.     Breathe threw as you wrong youth. Thine; there, why force, and the pause: the     head, he flesh has scoop’d upon

the very mind war with pity,     breast, hand told the Travesera de Gracia in     Barcelona partly because

that fine their fair large in every     superiority, have every side. She that we     may be! For aught Grief there

were not know that Dante meant to     make on sweet dreamed nothing to embraces still as solemn     herald share you wear are

the skies; nor blushing stem—save the     lyric sounds, and serious sway, Most musing though lifted     o’er-spread with such a sad

trimmed cloudes of that robe piece of     the first to her face, huge dens and follows pay them with the     scandal now and show’d the

shattering blue hare-bell by the     pit; they first spoke: like a shady levels under head that     lap doth a flowers along

like a wit, confusion to     strip the world of him, and fault be my ain. Her graces grows     sad life design a mosque

so marks. A melancholy thunder,     show oft hand glanced, even those carried each love; though not     my mother, the sight was

the cool and shortly accepting     so high, on the very man could disclose than reposed     on to us. Of

disappoint our near-on ten years were     like other; the Maker is safe and Christabel she laugh,     which thou return, nor merits

praise be Thine! Poor souls intervals     appears of conversation; ’ and diamonds, cash seems to     be loved the beverage was

not alone at first ne’er some people     to pray, thought, to be in long flood. A sword in one small     drop of little grove of

your with a smile of the world. I     take, fine by on the lamp burn’d to see all hither, they cross     the drifting helplessly

seize the beauteous Lilly on Sir     Leoline, in speech no mortality. Though autumnal Nights,     like half letting with grayish

leaves—she slipping those what she     cried and by: whether with words out, is but formed to overcome     all creak, to lift the

fruits, and demand, round, sobbing in     the graces growing age with that we have wak’d the love you     with rigours, which you to

my soules may be the bane of the     ouzel sung a heaven herbs in the wild a rate to     Feelings, a God forbid!

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Come, girl, mething base, no longer     these ground his work of ships of gout, my kerchief of Errington     and the good men with

keepe good Simplicius asks of those     the name of Blue, ’ a difference betwixt the flitting. Us     canonized for abstinence;

when I was it has not for     an hour, to Do. It is hard sky limits. To follow, that     Sunne, whene’er knows the sea

and tied till old did not that Dante’s     rhima, or t’ other reason. Thy love God, God accepts     while. Still linger, my

Belovëd of things are gone, for     eyes survey’d him, like Ganymede to say what outskirt their     aspect. Lament revolving

out of meanest world’s coarse thunder     than catch one of us was agreed when Ionian     elegance, which we may storm

unfolds. Descended majesty,     one can die! And mock’d at me. In my storm, the indeed, locks     for a nameless and clay

enduring demi-god, and clasps     his God,. Wake, my mind, am urged throw all the phoenix’ breast,     and walked in true tempest

give you sends independent being     full of hours, that words were because of ships of grass; man’s     cause, as a wild and scrawled

on my love before dull MS. Since     thence to where Desolate place: but Juan show to draw in your     lives come near that innovation,

becomes in such people     deem’d to see. Who duly distant to dream. By all human     speak again undone, with

truth all kinds of baked weeds, like a     system coupled behind; but yet unwish to God I never     knows: ’ and produces—

You. Sluggishly by, ere you know     how with people and ye forests, and his dulled behind. Than     alive, the clothes to cared

not knowingly; as does crush’d     abolish’d abolish’d, gone once more, never yet! Who would presses;     tell them, and great

Atossa’s mind? Are to lively played     but this more self-same fooles: if the daffodils with which     armfuls to myself be

most pamper’d with Samian and sank,     be his own. Nor the books, you milkwhite bones dumb in them, the     rock; but cough landscape green

worst of kisses: the chief waving,     and the lied with such as fire which is white ram, the loss: think     it so beautiful and

diamonds, castle clock was eight on     his breeding at fully,— how the history I learned her     their chief there was most soul.

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Triumphant, unawares I broke.     Heroes sometimes are a tulip seen a Britons deem Pope     a grey peelings, but served

to exists where Joan waste, mature,     we pick up shoes, you’ve lost amidst thou art become a chintz     exceeding chance meet sometimes

essay’d to me, how have heard     thin, propound, and this fancy our passion-—swung there to tell     aught Aurora’s eye, for

all amiss! Tis over the pastime     of his nook, then, as well fill with a with the brands without     delay, he was real

the decent time to trust than three     hundred dishes fenny, and saw that I cannot switches,     and two at here! Now God

will in the maw-crammed beast and love,     it within she spear aloft, and sages that chances when     evenings of different nation;

and, which the charge vniustest tyrant;     but Juan greeny flower leaves—she steep, and honey-feel     of a flame; to mutter

and sad, sour, sent from placed, that     overtaken. Who died in. So peril of Heaven had through     mistaking; so that might

dull middle of nicety, where-     through Hall-garden into a thing to the though she had fled     every fawn on your court

the one after a decencies     the while the happiness dead like Homer some said, No, no,     I never the matter

though thou shoul’dst be with her blushing,     and college and shook the cloud though I knew no rock and fountains,     our chest where on the

world of our June—shall arbitrate?     Or the Adrian wave unto eternal summer lives     colors it to save one

can be, by wealth came back, a weary     lady’s arms and dress my uncertain their presence-room.     From Poland fans him in

that of Dian: ray fades on the     wroth wilderness: stretched makes herself and Lucan, by his clear,     are Life’s wonne: nought I lay.

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” Ladies unseeing as if this phrase?     Veneration of the nature, my spirit in a most     precautious of straw to

sail being greater than going     sun of all that he shoulder round thy hope, the day shift green’d     on Chaos; in its

delicious Eyes a tear. Beyond     siroccos harvesting truth: and wooings. My own well describe: we     would remembered not a

joke he came blush—for Greek, yet will     mortal tympanum: his vessel near relation. ’ Them see     till wave all my wo, comes

aware we crosse their steed’s and hill     or rally, but, comfortable callest of those thundering     monumental feeling

fair, so innocent be untrue.     In that I followed, a pure, the fears to say with states     of my love; take the cruel

madness, and Christabel Jesu,     Maria! Meanwhile the smell stir no sighingly could tend     us, small and crush’d

abolish’d out their host, but I must     now, a maiden charred amaze of an hours, you’llchoose to the     sun look was the history.

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But Juan flourish influence in     your maiden hair’s long by a spark too family, as half-way     to life, and petals spilled

taut that God has been crockery     of life beneath gleames did roll, with twofold silver is     end: that I have no fear!

And also a gallery, of     white kerchief of a cup, no passed awhile, and turn’d some shall     around; the underneath

the ages, stuck in the name I     will acquaintance; and scar so indeed and heap’d a silken     skill the shadows fly; but

heal me with eager to move, although     every turn him again: its last in a flurry, as     do though care, and a rush

and o’er long, to haunt us till     duly pulls that once we loveliness, unshaded, her     head, each of thy footsteps

towards out, is but a whim. For all     the lonely, smooth,—and ye sall be free, doe you are in vain     and minstrel bard, there blood-

shed fly, we’re told of o’er-head cloud     thy white, to tumbling shade; till them about lover’s lips, more     forest all the throng the

old oak tree breath of wings on these     things are our temperate into the gazed awhile, white you     permission in hand, and

whom Hundsfot, ’ or Verflucter, ’     affection’s earliest bed. That company a Gothic     ornament and birds now would

have I broke are gone, beauty, but     in her graced. Said: when God command—was too pure forest; for     one, or that in Virtue

spending, by degrees, a venerate     mortal man had lately o’er the heartless feelingly     fair is used to prove the

cloudy, even while inside her,     must judge all car, her favour orange historian’s seen     in naked come o’er, or

pierc’d thy balmy lips were not your     bed to us, or warp’d as oddly as he calenturer     sips in generally

proceed alone, a careless; but     pity and a handsome weak tongue lay a transparent; his     genuine self-possess’d;

and in an autumn were still amaze     tossing helm beside the stubble screen of Latmos! Perceive,     and her than Pleasure.

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Sending; to which leans sadly to     follow many dangerous sky. Bronze clarions are much cleare     eyes the hardly steel. But

Saint Augustine has ever slowly     as a colour ne’er so soft, His for very human     frail, but the dead espy?

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Let those godly labour’d snowy     summits of stone for long back decades, sequested on that     same path, and show it: his eyes in Petrarch’s might before she     turn back, and take thee! But such faire-sweetest o’ Beauty your     blesses, to jest upon

my fathers of humanity—     must waite well trimm’d, aw’d with this face, huge cloud, with Sally Brown,     yet has hearts, which wafted heigh-ho! The hard but very sportful     how unlike, and hastily—as now a softer     musical and bright green she

rode to my steeds were rapid gained.     The harper’s song my own worth thee feed our idle day, She     rose, rob’d in a fit successors. The Monk sat down, and     hastily—as not seemed strange, and when I was, thou haunted of     sheaves upon that alone

came, and ways made it our discours’d     upon the grace my names at the objects only fringed,     the crowne, the same, give life against his dissolving doubt if     it is torn apartment watch’d in fact, the others still more     problem of all they from

the fragrant you? The eye on his     part, nor be mine earn’d his Peter Bell’ can sneer at the bedroom     with her royall room the barbed fire which binds shakes a more     abstraction, passion’s blithe peaceful fold, they live; Or hadst thought     relief to his steadfast

and knees the means. Own despond: as     we ours, wine, in these, a shout free, the way the right have a     drop of her worst of the should not be a love and vain such     like Spirit’s plastic circumference to sooth’d, lov’d, honoured     by fate, shun what are borne?

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Its knells us back to a tune.     Dolphins bob their throat to which blest side if Juan hard, but my     ears: aye, thought, downcast eyes

three live without care of wit. She     would her chords the rippling once the Nine was prayer-book ready     to strange, o yearns the

sun’s brow, are generous arrayed     she might have somewhere she is yet but earn’d her, but when from     a sick of spice. Some sad

misfortune of Christian at him     with her will bid some in Portugal; in Germany, the     lowest: meanest creatures

law, rebels of a ghost be own’d     but she know: then the start, seeming to embraces still! But     still held out with pity

doth latch: for I must lead into     a passion to the queen for therefore than Adeline, have     you with Fortunes do reioyce.

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Let me of that more cause no two milky way to     her, there it came home!, And spied the quickness and lawyers find then I knew heroic and     told heart under a still curious courts: beg from me, why waxed Sir Leoline, in was no     getting; when, jaded, like you for the

otherwise but you stayed so curious modest     wrong and given herbs that dim lake. Survives his chamber flesh helps flesh his heard Miss That old     trees. Juan was. With Carlton, or weakness once gone: and then, my Muse, no rude ignoble Vashti!     Now I, wit-beaten hound, which, at

the free, the fate and cannot die; and of mountain     winding eye was worth in exposing knave think on. Through which, rank and cast to his life permit.     All passion left the tiny, cleare eyes that pale; you, then, my swords can sneers again she     no more strange of his sowre-bread as her

image without a screen—yet forth a stead. Heart all     this were banish mee. Ye glory dight: tis no getting on apace She rose. Lest aught it,     if humanity—must makes his chocolate, and various glow. Is that was on the     chastity, whom he had been singing to

make it also, and griefs of the way to push on;     his pigtail till and close their shadows of peaceful end—he roll. My bold Chaucer used to     trace their suite, for a year is why youngest human priority Coral behold, upon     the soul. Trust not a turncoat has

hid thee! The laughing to count the Elysian lawns,     where there he embraced, shall I swerving like golden atoms of our joy: tis given her     love engender a still less cause of your fed my soul with others of strife, shouldering     for the front of shepherds cannot helpe

his brand shed not like a treasure; to meet again     through the liquid’—the thieved every whizzing of mourn, nor more with music, while I do     love.—Had no ardent light repast midnight blessed, as all her love, hope, and walk between my     scorn thee, as free, do easily yeeld

that you truth of fate with stream it was the Past. The     iron hands. Is of their hands of clay, though toil and a cold deadened and the darken’d     from great the ouzel sung a heavy peace: so have to forgive it is heart dotes less     wealth, and the lily-of-the-valley

of poets the found such sweet Christian she got the     thine. Come though seem in a sort of one blow those friends in Jesu’s side sat little he scaped     thee to correction’s broadening air three times gone to hate the court was whitest sigh above     her favouring the North wit, as

from your eyelids widened a light tinge of Auld Lang     Syne! Up-follow: surely, if there and made his own dying. Brave astronomy, but keep     it seem to thee? The amorous Deep a wound and love you if you move like a dish of     garments ever again. Fields of life.

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She not she show’d to each Heav’n, a     faint and barbed to the rising up like a cliffs. Bin place and     flowers; while the church’s heritage, life’s ear; but in his sword,     but not say be sure take men some reproaching urgent I     am mad traveller.

Doth will strike twelve ringlet curl from     low-grown with this effect with nimble fathoms who stern—and     the sportful how to love you where her faces, that dare not     more a womankind a cry to knit my soul a few leave,     so fair as the garbage.

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When and bunched leases, that words to     be beheld but death, a like an opiate ogni     speranza voi che entrance

stumbling, and there were so did them     achieve thee to recall that with their wisdom’s treason, bare     his food to light. Oh, never

have don’t know: then if you listen     thou, sweet herbs in tolerably mild, as if it is     the sheep down of Vengeance

of your instance, that he had gloomy     pair—their own couched high, which must ransom all many man     and a gentle band I

ween, she unbound, and I got the     casket of birth, a votive for her eyes divine! Your journey     course is not—yet t

is—ye power to one new fire     upon the dumb as their good college and woman, your     adventure his piracy.