#no colour picking we die like men

[clickityweasel]

hmmm neons.....  (+ refs used from an absolute ass quality netflix stream)

[robintherobiner]

i know the fandom likes to make Jack out to be a terrible dad but i personally enjoy to imagine him as a man who's just not that smart, but tries his best.

Tim, like six years old, angry that he wasn't allowed desert before dinner: I hate you! I wish lived on my own and never saw you or Mommy again!

Jack, tearing up and booking flight tickets: Okay kiddo, love you.

Janet, giving birth: AAAAARGH. LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME, YOU COWARDLY BITCH. YOU'RE THE ONE WHO WANTS A BABY SO BAD, YOU SHOULD BE GIVING BIRTH!

Jack, tearing up and booking gender reassignment surgery: Okay darling, love you.

Nurse, glancing at his phone: You.. you know that surgery wont make you able to carry a child right?

Jack: Yes it will, it gives me a vagina!

Nurse: ...you know you need a uterus to actually carry the baby right?

Jack: What the fuck is a uterus? WAIT I CAN SEE THE BABYS HEAD OH MY GOSH JANET DEAR YOU'RE DOING SO WELL!

Tim, age 15: Dad, i'm glad you're trying to be better now but... Why did you and mom neglect me for so long?

Jack: You told us too! I wanted to raise you, i was a stay at home dad, but you said i was horrible and that you wanted to live on your own!

Tim: ...

Jack: Obviously that was irresponsible so we sent you to boarding school, but we only visited a few times a year to respect your boundaries. I would send you back, but I was in a coma so i'm allowed to be a little selfish and spend time with my baby.

Dick: Didn't your dad just wake up from a coma? And he's already got a girlfriend? No offense but-

Tim: My mom told him to.

Dick: Timmy, sometimes men lie-

Tim: No, literally, it was in her will. She literally told him that if she died first, he had to get a new partner, because she knew he'd die alone without her.

Dick: What...

Tim: Also, i was the one who chose Dana. She's great! Mom said I had to pick a blonde because yellow is his favourite colour.

Tim: Dad, why is the only picture of Mom you have framed one of her in a bikini? Do you not have any others?

Jack: I do, i have hundreds! But this was taken on the day she proposed to me! Well, i have more from that day, but they're not safe for little eyes.

Tim: Thats both the most romantic and disgusting thing i've ever heard.

Jack, puling out a picture of Janet sobbing and very obviously screaming: I have this picture of her on my bedside table though, its from when she found out she was pregnant with you! Two of the best days of my life!

[nincompoopydoo]

CAUGHT IN A CROSSFIRE

BETRAYAL — ; PART 8 / 9

PAIRING: Theseus Scamander x Female!Reader WORD COUNT: 2.7k SUMMARY: Awakening in an unfamiliar setting with restored memories, you encounter someone familiar. However, a lingering sense of betrayal clouds the reunion. Meanwhile, Theseus uncovers a concealed message in your letters, hinting at the potential discovery of your location. A/N: Hi everyone! I know I said I was going to put this on permanent hiatus until I was ready to pick it up again, but your girl finished her degree (kinda did badly, but glad it's over!), and now I have ample time to put all my energy of my one brain cell into finishing this series before I fall into depression again lol. Anyways, I really hope you enjoy this and thank you for all the love for this series and my baby, Theseus <3 I'm also sorry for ending it with another cliffhanger haha WARNINGS: Angst. Kinda scary shit (I literally scared myself while writing this lol) no beta we die like men. MASTERLIST ; MASTERPOST

Your environment is an enigma through the lenses of tunnel vision—hues of darkness circle in textures, contrasts of colour that dance along with your darting eyes. Your slow mind tries to keep up with your sight, unravelling the mysteries of your surroundings.

You first notice wood. Brown, battered, dim–a wooden beam trailing along the expanse of plastered white walls, grimed with dirt and age. Through blinkered sight, you catch a glimpse of light, dim orange hues casting fluttering shadows on the wall. You see it now, a flame dancing upon melting wax perched on a rustic candlestick. 

Flame. Fire. Heat.

You remember it all now.

Inferno swept through the foundations of your tiny household, leaving you and the fragility of your lungs gasping for air as you stumbled around for an exit. Yet, things were dense, billowing colours of deep grey and red, blinding your vision. You still feel the parchedness scratching down your throat. 

You remember how your hands clambered to grasp something before falling to your knees. You remember how your environment began to twist and spurn before your very eyes, vivid colours of the blaze swirling.

Then, everything went black.

…

…You…

You remember emerald cobblestones—a mesmerising golden statue.

You remember the warmth of the colour red – the trees in fall, the crackling of a fireplace, a desk with scattered papers across its surface. 

You remember.

Theseus.

Dim blue eyes. Sad. Freckled cheeks. Flushed. Brown hair curled and tumbled in autumnal hues. Trees. Barcham trees that line the sidewalk are carpeted in autumn gold. The tenement. His home. Warm, petite, charming. Gardenias. Tea. Your suitcase. Magic.

Little glimpses of returning memories flood your whirling mind like gushing water. It’s overwhelming. For weeks, you sat with a sense of longing, a missing piece, settled within the depths of your mind. And now, it all traces back to the odd familiarity of the man you met on the bus. Perhaps you recognised the glint in his eye when his eyes met yours or the patterned freckles along his cheeks, tinted in blotches of red from embarrassment.

You remember.

Your elbows immediately shift under you, perched as you rose midway, wondering yet blurry eyes moving along your surroundings. You’re in a room, and it’s not your own. Small, humble, solid walls encircle your surroundings. You have seen places like these during the war. You push yourself up, weight now on your splayed-out palms on what you realise to be a settee. It creaks at your very touch, and every little shift echoes throughout the room.

Its walls are far from pristine, with petite flowers scattered across the yellowed wallpaper with tears at its curling edges, perfectly still yet timeworn.

Your eyes trace the trails of sunlight that glow through the room, diluted by a translucent curtain that hangs before a window, shadows of a tree swaying in the gentle wind.

There’s a bed on the far left of the room, narrow and meticulously made with a quilt reminiscent of autumn hues. You can barely distinguish its patchwork from where you are, and it itches a part of your brain – a sense of familiarity.

Before you can make sense of that feeling, you are overcome with searing pain. Tearing through your head and coursing through the very confinements of your skull as if something was begging to break free from the back of your mind.

Eyes squeezed shut, you cannot help but bring your palms to the sides of your head, the heels of your hands harshly pinned to your temples, yet all you see are flashing lights dancing around in the darkness. 

Then, a flash. White. Blinding.

At that moment, you found yourself transported to an apartment. Yellow-bricked, warm honey-coloured hues of Autumn. Golden, falling leaves. Bright eyes, cheeks tinged with a touch of red. Theseus looks at you like you’re the sun. Like you hold a weight of significance, a tapestry to his existence.

“I know I’ve said this a thousand time before, but I’m sorry. Truly. You don’t deserve to be involved in this.”

You feel yourself smile; tears threaten to slip from your saddened eyes. 

“I would usually say it’s alright, but I don’t think I can say it for everything that has happened. But, thank you.” 

A hand reaches for his, gentle and soft to the touch. You feel his fingers twitch under your hold.

“Truly.”

Theseus looks at you like you’re the sun.

Theseus looks at you…

Theseus…

Suddenly, you find yourself in a narrow bus. You see him blinking wide-eyed at you, his expression paled. You had said – no, asked something. 

“No. I don’t think we do.”

You see it, the pain in his eyes, the sadness in his tone. It clenches your heart, but you don’t know why.

That was the first time he had lied to you.

…

You hear your name.

Distant but frantic. It repeats again and again and again.

A grip on the curve of your shoulders, and you find yourself back in the narrow, unknown room you awoke in moments ago.

But then you see his eyes, his tousled hair. It’s him who calls you.

“Theseus?” you breathed, disbelief flickering in your wide eyes. Without a second thought, your hands reach out to grasp his shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of his dress shirt as if to ground yourself in the reality of his presence. A counterpoint to the disarray within your mind.  

But as Theseus meets your gaze, a furrow forms on his brow, and a shadow eclipses the warmth in his eyes. The frown, subtle yet profound, settles an uneasiness in you. Your grip weakens.

“We need to go. Now.” His tone is cut-throat, laden with urgency, and you cannot help but jolt at his words. You find your fingers slowly releasing their hold as the weight of his statement settles in the room.

He pulls away and reaches for your elbow, swift and deliberately, that reflects the gravity of the situation. His touch is so firm that it prompts you to stand. Questions hang heavy in the air, but you know you’re in some kind of trouble. Yet, you catch your eyes lingering on the dark look in his own, and you can't help but think he's changed since you last saw him. Since you last remembered him.

Something feels…wrong, but you don’t give yourself a chance to even think about it before you’re being led out the door. 

The narrow corridor stretches ahead, dimly lit, bricked walls with a single lamp casting a glow across the space, revealing its worn walls and your flickering shadows. The air is cool, carrying a faint scent of dampness that permeates the space. All you hear is footsteps reverberating along the narrow passage, echoing against the walls. You realise you are underground and feel your stomach lurch at that thought, making your skin crawl.

“Come on.” Theseus pulls you along, the grip on your elbow never weakening. You can feel the tension emanating from him, the stiffness in his movements, the rigidity of his jaw.

You find yourself staring at the back of Theseus' head, studying how the dim light catches on his hair. He seems so different.

“Where are we going?” You finally ask.

He doesn’t respond.

Theseus continues to pull you down the corridor, and you take the time to scan your surroundings despite the quickened pace. You see the occasional rusty pipes that snake along the ceiling, contributing to a low mechanical hum and the flickering of overhead lights that seem to swing periodically at a light rumble that makes the ground shake for a second or two.

Then, he eventually comes to an abrupt halt, revealing a dead end. Your feet stagger back, trying to stop yourself from bumping into him. You see Theseus' brows furrowed in thought, eyes darting between the walls, searching. His fingers trace the rugged surface and abruptly pause as you catch sight of a carving on a specific brick, nearly invisible.

Theseus taps it, and a warm glow emanates from the wall. The carving becomes illuminated, and the wall seems to dissolve into seemingly ethereal dust. It shines golden under the dim buzzing lights. What once was a wall reveals an entrance to an alleyway; it greets you with a rush of cool air and the sounds of the city.

You step through the entrance after Theseus as he beckons for you to follow hurriedly. Yet, your focus is elsewhere as you close in on the intricate symbol carved into the brick. As you inch nearer, the features sharpen, and a sudden recognition sparks within you.

It's a Gardenia, delicately depicted.

Gardenias always had a particular significance in your life, and it’s all because of your mother. That same Gardenia on your mother’s necklace is an heirloom that spanned many generations. It was important and personal to her, and you don’t know how or why it is doing here.

Flowers for your mother – a bouquet of Gardenias.

The bigger picture materialises as if the puzzle pieces are beginning to click.

Your place in the unfolding mess remains unclear, but it hints that you've anticipated the arrival of this revelation for a long time.

Theseus is calling for you, a slight note of panic in his voice, but you ignore his calls, remaining rooted in place. As you watch the glow that details the symbol disappear, you wonder if Theseus knows everything, even though you swore you never told a soul.

Unless…

You still don’t know how you got your memories back.

As you finally turn to Theseus, there’s a gripping sense of uncertainty. His approach, marked by a frustrated expression, erodes the strong familiarity you once held for this man, a trust built in such a short time. With each step towards you, that trust begins to dissipate.

That vulnerability quickly turns to anger – betrayal.

“What the hell is happening, Theseus?” you question fiercely, pressing him for an explanation. 

Again, Theseus dismisses your insistence and attempts to reach for your arm, but you instinctively step back, maintaining a wary distance. 

“Answer me.” you insist, voice growing louder, eyes boring into his.

His gaze lingers on your face, and you watch his expression harden, jaw tense.

“Look, you’re in deep trouble right now and it’s best we leave right now he’ll come looking for you.”

He.

Not they. Not she.

Not The Restoration Movement. Not Morrigan.

Something is very wrong.

And his eyes. You can’t quite place it, but something about the look in his eyes has shifted. They look so different.

In moments like these, you aren’t sure what to do, but you know to trust your gut. Your mind races at the possibilities of how this could all end, and the only thing you can think is to run.

And so, you run.

—

Theseus believes he has only survived through self-deceit – the deception of his ability to stay grounded and keep his emotions at bay. His heart was never to be trusted, never to give in or give up. Yet, how does one cope when a situation relies on promised perseverance but is tangled amid his emotions he suddenly lacks control of in your presence?

Theseus knows there was something between the two of you, but he will never admit it despite his now aching heart caused by your sudden disappearance, even though you might as well be considered dead to the muggle world. The thought of your death pulls his thoughts to the night he first met you, how an unforgivable curse nearly struck you, how you looked at him, knowing you couldn’t have survived if he hadn’t been there in time. 

Merlin, he hopes you aren’t dead.

No, you’re not. He knows it. You’re relentless. So relentless that death would never want to claim you without a fight. So relentless that you manage to squeeze yourself into his thoughts at every waking hour. Every fibre in him wishes he hadn’t let you slip away that day, wishing he hadn’t abandoned you, betrayed your trust.

He wishes you hadn’t agreed to leave.

To leave him.

Now all alone.

Alone.

Theseus was never certain of his feelings for you when you were ambling within the expanse of the four walls he calls home. Whether affections were simply out of pity or was it his admiration for your entire being, your perfections, blemishes, and everything in between. Yet, at this very moment, he couldn’t be more unequivocally sure that his affections are true because presently, you have consumed all his waking days and nights, leaving a hollowed space perhaps once filled by your presence. The constant worry in his brow made his eyes tired but sleepless due to his fear of the worst for you.

Dread fills his senses, and tears threaten to seep through the cracks of a carefully sculpted, hard-headed man he had spent years practising, performing as a so-called war hero. Theseus never let himself cry, especially over you, not even when you parted with a touch to his cheek. Not even when he set his eyes on you again and you were completely unaware of him. 

Yet, it’s the possibility he has lost you forever that he’ll never see you again. Never.

Theseus breathes a shaky breath, fingers clamped in his trembling hand as he tries to remember what he’s been told to do. To find you. To stop Morrigan. To stop whatever mess he has landed you in.

No, you’re not. You’re not dead. He reminds himself again.

The sun had set moments ago, darkness creeping between the cracks of light, shimmering from the candle alight by his tableside and the flames of the fireplace. Its crackling grounds his very notion of stirring into panic. Theseus finds himself tucked in the same corner of his living room, and his couch now houses a collection of books and particular pieces of evidence of your whereabouts.

He merely fears this has everything to do with Morrigan, the Restoration Movement, your supposed living brother and perhaps your mother – also dead. Theseus gains a strong premonition, a gut feeling that your disappearance is all a part of a larger plan than he had initially expected. Your disappearance may have caused a flurry of commotion amongst the Aurors. Still, the ministry has its sights on the movement rather than your supposed connection as more than just your brother, which Theseus feels strongly about. Yet, with Travers breathing down his neck to arrest Morrigan and her acolytes, Theseus needs solid evidence rather than vague instances and misdirected clues that all seem to lead to spiralling trails.

Frankly, his career is at stake, but he couldn’t care less.

He just wants to see you again.

Theseus heaves, fingers carding through his deep brown locks when his eye catches sight of the only two letters that he found to be related to you in one way or another. He finds himself drawn to it, finding the letter from your brother within his grasp for what seems like the millionth time this month. The same words, again and again, were already engraved in his mind.

When he shifts his elbow, the letter catches the candlelight from behind, and something immediately seizes his attention. Something he hadn’t recognised before now.

Inscribed in the very material of the parchment – the symbol of a Gardenia, its intricate lines glowing against the candlelight, seemingly burning. Theseus props up in his seat, back straightened, shoulders tensed, and eyes wide.

Bloody hell…

He scrambles for the other letter, holding it up against the light, eyes settling on the darkened edges of the page only to discover the very same symbol.

A Gardenia.

How could he have been so blind?

It must have been instinct when he decided that the two letters were puzzle pieces meant to be joined. Theseus would try anything at this point.

Seemingly, luck was finally on his side when he pressed the letters together, above one another – new words formed before his eyes, written with burning lines, every curve of each letter appeared between the gaps of the original text to only form a new paragraph.

Sister,

If you're reading this, I'm likely gone, and you're in trouble. Morrigan and The Restoration Movement hide a darker truth. Their agenda involves our mother and a woman named Miriam Monet. I'm unsure of the details, but Miriam plays a crucial role. Stay safe.

As his eyes shift down the page, his heart nearly stops when his name comes into view.

To Theseus,

If you see this, my sister is in danger. You know more than you think.

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[tojivu]

PICK YOU UP AT 8.

a/n hahah Hi

warnings/tags dates with genshin men. gn!reader. includes zhongli diluc childe xiao thoma. a little favouritism in childe LOL sorry. petname ‘baby’ used in childe’s. mentions of wearing a dress in xiao’s.

ZHONGLI never lets the romance die. you’ve been together for a while now, and he has never disappointed you in that time. candles, picking you up in his car, getting out of it and opening the door for you—dates with your boyfriend are truly the highlight of the week. due to his busy schedule at the funeral parlour, he often leaves you alone in the wee hours of the night; but he never lets you go a week without a date where it’s just the two of you. he values you greatly and it shows in the way he puts so much effort into these special nights, and he’d often ask you how you liked it afterwards (if there need be improvement, though rare).

“hello, dear. ready to go?” he’s walking you to his car, your arm around his—and you nod.

you wonder where he’s taking you this time, since it was his turn to pick this week; but you don’t really care. anywhere with zhongli is fine with you, even if it was a junkyard and you two spent the night eating chips & watching the stars.

he ends up taking you to a fancy restaurant in the city, in a high rise building—he pulls the chair back for you, and you’re speechless at the view. the city lights were bright, and you could see cars commuting multiple floors below. it overlooked many of the other buildings, but what caught your attention the most was the night sky.

“the view is so.. stunning, zhongli—how did you get a spot here?”

“anything for a beautiful view, y/n.”

you notice he’s not even looking outside, but instead staring right at you. you don’t know why, or maybe you do and you’re just shy: but something’s telling you that it’s not the city view he’s talking about.

DILUC never understood the appeal of date nights before you came along. he thought they were pointless, spending money to do something outside the comfort of your own home seemed like just that. it was only until you expressed your need for quality time that he finally gave it a try. having a busy schedule, he wasn’t sure when to take you out—but when he finally did find an opportunity, he found himself enjoying it much more than he thought he would. ever since then, he’s been picking you up from work at least once a week and taking you out to somewhere new; diluc’s never one to disappoint.

work ended late into the afternoon and you were starving. your coworkers waved you goodbye as they entered their taxis home, and you were just about to book a ride too—but a few seconds later, you see a familiar white car stop in front of you.

the window rolls down, and you see your boyfriend in the driver’s seat. what an extravagant entrance, you think, and you find yourself snickering at him.

“what’s so funny?” he asks, blank and deadpan expression worn.

“nothing. where are we going now?”

“you ask this every single time; you wouldn’t know.”

“i thought so.” you smile. it’s amazing, how someone could know so many places. at least now, you’ll have more places than just your shared apartment to make memories in.

you get in the car, and you both drive off.

CHILDE plans the most obnoxious, extravagant dates. he knows that you think it’s cringe, but he loves seeing the embarrassment on your face when he appears at your doorstep in his finest suit with the most colourful flowers, a sign in his left hand saying “will you go on a date with me?”. you could say it’s not surprising, a man of his nature doing such things—yet it’s sweet, not more sweet than cringeworthy, but still sweet nontheless. you were the lowkey, stay at home with pizza and binge movies type: after all, that was what your ex boyfriends had given you—but it’s childe, so you can always expect something more.

it’s a rainy friday night and childe hasn’t texted you. you’re sure he’s up to one of his stupid antics again, but a part of you thinks he’s probably swamped with work and can’t text you. it disappoints you a little, but it can’t be helped anyway. there’s always next week.

just then, your doorbell tune plays. you get up from bed, excited, but then you remember you ordered food an hour ago. could be the delivery guy, childe wouldn’t just appear at your door during a thunderstorm without telling you he’ll be late, right?

but you open the door and see him, drenched from head to toe, holding a bouqet of flowers (that were also wet). “i’m so sorry baby, i got caught in the rain while buying these.” he explains, using his free hand to move the hair away from his face.

it’s safe to say you two didn’t have the expected date that night. but he’s here, in your home, snuggled up next to you—he’s warm from the shower you told him to take, so you don’t really care; a break from the glam once in a while isn’t a bad thing.

XIAO is never late. he plans down to the minute, every detail in his mind—it always goes according to his plans whenever you two are out. usually, it’s always him who handles the where, when and how. you were never the type to plan ahead, often throwing yourself out there and seeing where it took you—and always the one following others plans and agreeing with everything. it was a friday night and you’ve gotten sick of the restaurants; you’ve sworn that you visited one of them at least more than 5 times in a month already.

you’re tempted to ask xiao to change it up a little, but it’s last minute—you’re getting ready and he’s on the way. you’re sure he would get mad, who wouldn’t? he’s booked a reservation, he’s wearing his nicest suit and you’re in your prettiest dress, it’d be a bit rude; but you’re sick of the monotony, work has got your legs sore and there’s nothing you want more than to lay in bed with your boyfriend.

xiao shows up at your door, and you hesitantly speak up before he takes your hand. “can we just stay in tonight?”

“tired today?” he smiles, expression soft and understanding—and you’re immediately relieved.

the night definitely did not go as xiao envisioned, but it’s okay—he’s with you, still, and that’s all he needs to check off his list.

THOMA grimaces at the thought of sitting across his lover, eating and just talking. that is the most boring thing ever, he would say; and that’s not because he doesn’t enjoy conversation with you, it’s mostly because there isn’t an opportunity for him to see you laugh or smile until your cheeks hurt at a dinner table. you won’t see anything funny at a fancy restaurant that would make you burst out laughing—and thoma loves that most about you, how your voice jumps an octave when you’re laughing and smiling, how your eyes sparkle most in those moments, or how you clutch your stomach when it’s too much to bear. there’s no fun in it, he would tell you time and time again.

due to this, it was clear what he needed to do. rule number 1, no dinner dates at fancy 5 star restaurants (unless you’re really craving a good steak). the weekend arrives swiftly, and you know your boyfriend is going to surprise you with a new adventure. this time, it’s going hiking and ziplining.

“oh, but we’ll be going together!” he responds, all cheery when you tell him you’re not a big fan of heights.

“that doesn’t make it any better.”

“are you sure? we could hold hands—“ thoma adds on, clearly convinced this was the most romantic thing to do with your lover.

“we are going to a restaurant after this. and i’m going to talk the entire time.”

140323 — omg this was shpposed to go up 2 months ago but i got swept up in so much :,, anyways not proof read as always don’t comment anything mean or else it’s another hiatus ok bye

[dangermousie]

Oh, brother...aka keeping it in the (royal) family

I recently realized that for some reason “multiple brothers one girl” seems to be a popular category in costume dramas. I am not sure why such sharing is necessary in a polygamous society for fancy royals each of whom can get himself a whole harem, but I am not complaining that it appears any remake of the Hollywood classic “Seven Brides for Seven Brothers” would clearly be changed into “One Bride for Seven Brothers, and Some of the Brothers Spit Blood and Die” if it were a cdrama. Here are some of the dramas at issue. 

Liu Shi Shi appears to be the queen of this subgenre to such an extent that I am vaguely wondering if it’s in her contract. We are gonna start with THREE of her dramas:

Bu Bu Jing Xin - Liu Shi Shi has not one, not two, but THREE hot royal brothers, played by Nicky Wu, Kevin Cheng and Lin Gengxin, pine for her time-traveling self. Since this is an exquisite (no, seriously, it’s amazing) period piece about loss and longing, she ends up with none of them, instead of a hot vagely-’cesty gangbang as one might expect from that set-up.

Lost Love in Times - poor Liu Shi Shi, she’s a sexy witch having to pick between William Chan and his shady brother Joe Xu. To make it even trippier, the two actors look like each other, to really hammer the whole “siblings want her” theme.

The Imperial Doctress - why bust what’s not broken? It’s the true and tried Liu Shi Shi and hot royal brothers formula. She’s a doctor who spends most of her time practicing medicine, escaping barbarians and creating feminism, not noticing that as she pines for one royal brother played by Huang Xuan, another royal brother, played by infinitely hotter Wallace Huo, is pining for her.

Gong/Jade Palace Lock Heart - if Liu Shi Shi is the queen of that set up, Feng Shao Feng is the king, what with this and Military Seal, both of which star Yang Mi. Clearly, there are worse ways to make a career than stealing Yang Mi from a royal brother. Here, Yang Mi is a spunky time traveler in the middle of Kang Xi’s sons’ fight for the throne. She first falls for Four but ends up with Eight. In between, she offers to bang Four to save Eight as one does. Gives a whole new meaning to sharing is caring and “have you brought enough for the entire class?”

Legend of the Military Seal - Yang Mi and FSF strike again. FSF is madly in love with his brother’s wife, and since she’s not afflicted by blindness, she shares his feelings. Surprisingly, but delightfully, happy ending ensues. 

Who Rules the World - more like which brother rules awesome Zhao Lusi’s heart. Going by the rule of “hottest brother wins,” Yang Yang gets the girl in a drama that is pretty yum yum.

Colourful Bone - one hot seriously whumped out royal brother and one whiny immature one, oh who should the heroine pick? This drama stands for the proposition that you should protect and save abused people, especially if they are hot men, since they will always turn out to be an emperor in disguise. This drama btw is one giant kinkfest for yours truly.

The Eternal Love - you could make THREE whole seasons out of timetravel and brothers into the same girl, who knew.

Dreaming Back to the Qing Dynasty - if you’ve seen Gong or BBJX, you know the drill. Horde of queued brothers queueing for the heroine.

(Mine and all my brothers’, that is -Ed.)

Princess Jieyou - Yuan Hong narrowly escaped the curse of fancying his brother’s woman in BBJX, being about the only sibling not in love with LSS in that one. But clearly, you can’t fight fate and shortly thereafter he’s got to be a sister-in-law luster in a drama of his very own. He is a barbarian general who falls in love with a woman only to discover she’s to marry his brother. Angst and deliciousness and eventual happy ending (the husband fulfilled the uglier brother’s duty by eventually kicking the bucket.)

The Promise of Chang’an - if you want to watch brothers with the same woman but no happy ending, and have already watched BBJX, I present this recent drama where Cheng Yi gets to, as always, suffer beautifully watching the woman he loves marry his annoying brother. Pretty much everyone dies at the end of this one, going off to a great big threesome in the sky.

Twisted Fate of Love - will Sun Yi pick the delicate Tan Jianci or the sexy as fuck bastard that is Jin Han? Being a smart woman, she picks the latter and my hormones rejoice.

Go Princess Go - this is a drama that parodied every cliche there is, so why not brothers into one woman? Who is actually a man in a woman’s body making it even more delightful!

Ashes of Love - even being divine, with women from three separate realms available will seemingly not prevent love interests being a scarce resource leading to sibling love rivalry. Deng Lun and Luo Yunxi duke it out ostensibly for Yang Zi but in reality for who can suffer more prettily. Deng Lun might get the girl, but LYX wins the suffering crown, so it all more or less evens out.

Princess Silver - are siblings in love with the same woman not spicy enough for you? How about TWINS in love with the same woman? One awesome (Aarif Rahman) and one psychotic (Jing Chao) want our heroine and both marry her at one point. Only the awesome one gets to bang her though. (But the psychotic one gets to stick meathooks through his brother in compensation for not being able to stick...ummm...meathook through the heroine, so it’s all OK.)

Secret of the Three Kingdoms - and now we are gonna go REAL PERV! If twins are not enough for you, seekers of strong sensations, how about IDENTICAL twins? Ma Tianyu replaces his dead identical twin brother as the last Han emperor and gets to woo Wan Qian (whose plan it was in the first place.) At least she doesn’t need to get used to a new face?

We are gonna end here and not get into father and son sharing the same woman a la Empress of China.

(Congrats to Aarif Rahman for getting to bang both his brother’s and his father’s wives on screen. That is an interesting niche.)

[smalls-words]

Fulfil Your Oath pt. 6

Summary: Diana vs Ares. What's the worst that can happen?

Pairings: Diana x Handmaiden!Reader, Steve x Diana, Diana x R x Wonder Men, Diana x Ares (half-siblings)

Warnings: Lots of blood, lots of explosions, lots of shouting and lots of angsty fluff :)

A/N: Ta-da! Idk how I feel about the ending but I still love it :)

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*not my gif*

Colour drained from Diana’s face. “You… No… Stop lying!”

“My dear, I don’t want to fight you. But if I must…” He gripped the lasso in both of his hands and a bolt of electricity shot Diana down whilst destroying the watchtower, appearing to those on the ground as a light blue supernova.

Diana rolled for a moment before she saw a trail of blood crossing in front of her. She reached out and touched it, a vision in her mind flashing of you and Ares fighting before he stabbed you in the chest.

Wind picked up, under Ares’s control and the base alarms began to sound as Diana stood. Her eyes followed the trail of blood that led to a small hangar, but she was stopped by a swirling piece of wood from the watchtower.

Inside, you lay as still as possible, trying to get your breathing under control whilst you bled. Your hands were tied with metal poles whilst you were gagged with a cloth and chain wrapped around your head.

At the sound of familiar footsteps, you kicked over a box of empty shells, alerting Chief and Sameer to your presence. They observed your breaking body in disbelief, but helped you up onto your legs before Chief undid your gag.

“Ares. Ares is here, Ares is Sir Patrick!” You told them, making them look at each other in shock.

“I need to find Diana, I need to protect her.” 

“Neither of us are strong enough to untie you, Y/N.” Sameer sighed. “It’s like handcuffs, but with no keyhole.”

You looked at Chief and he shook his head too. “I’m sorry.”

“Chief, I felt it. I felt it up there, with Diana. Please, let me hear your thoughts. If I am to die tonight, I need to know.” You begged.

He hesitated at first, but then surrendered to your pout. “I believe you are the child of Aphrodite. Your love knows no bounds, your will neither. You could control this entire army base if you so desired.”

You looked down, contemplating his words as Ares’s seemed to match them. *But I knew that if only you could see what the other gods could not, then you would join me, and with our powers combined, we could finally end all the pain, all the suffering, the destruction they bring. And we could return this world to the paradise it was before them.*

You looked back at Chief before wincing, your armour still stained red. “I need two things from you: I need to get a connection to the base’s alarms and I need to be patched up.”

Despite your persistence, Chief’s healing herbs could only do so much. You thanked him anyway and wrapped a bandage underneath your armour before cleaning it, wanting to appear strong to both your enemy and your love.

Sameer found a control room and let you and Chief stand in it, your sight set on the microphone connected to the speakers. “You said I could control this entire army base if I desired.”

“Yes.” He replied simply.

You took a deep breath and pressed on the red button, the alarms stopping for a moment. “Um… Attention all soldiers, this base is now under attack. You need to leave.”

You lifted your finger and shrugged at Chief, but a bullet grazing past your cheek had you put it back on. 

Deep breaths, Y/N.

Chief watched as your eyes seemed to sparkle with an iridescent lighting, turning around and putting earplugs in just to be safe - he hoped Sameer had given the others to Steve and Charlie.

“Soldiers, gather in the hangars without weapons. Be quiet. Be still. Your Goddess commands you.”

You stepped back, your eyes returning to normal before you looked at Chief; a wide grin grew on his face as he pointed outside. The gunman that had shot you instantly dropped his weapon and made his way to the nearest hangar.

“Now to find Diana.” You declared with a smile.

“Go get her.” Chief nodded, giving you a hug before you sped out of the small room.

A thundering boom rang over the base and you watched Diana fall into the ground. You sped to her side, watching her eyes come back into focus before you answered her silent question with a nod.

You stood, standing in front of her, watching Ares form armour from the melting metal around him. A hand on your shoulder alarmed you, but when you turned you were faced with Steve.

“I have to go.” He muttered, pointing to the plane.

You nodded. “Go. Your sacrifice will not be in vain. I will make sure of it.” 

He nodded, gulping down his worries. “Look after her. She’ll need someone on the other side of this.”

“I’ve been looking after her for the better half of my life, Steve. But from today… I get to do it slightly differently.”

He nodded again, facing Diana this time. You didn’t listen to his proclamation of love because Ares crept closer and closer, summoning metal shards to create swords. Just as Steve launched himself onto the plane, you lifted your plated forearms to block Ares’s attack.

“What kind of god are you going to be, Y/N?! Desire?! Lust?! Fornication?!” He delved into your skin, making you angry.

You kicked him hard in the chestplate and he dug his hands into the tarmac, looking at you through the Y-shaped gap in his helm with a blazing anger. He stood easily, a smug tone to his movements before he whipped a chain around your leg, throwing you into a car.

“You will help me destroy them, Diana… or she will die.” He declared, glaring at your princess.

She tackled him and they soared above onto the top of a hangar, looking towards familiar shouts as another hangar went up in flames. You spotted the huge chunks of shrapnel flying towards Chief, Charlie and Sameer, the three too dazed to see it coming.

You caught it easily in your grasp, throwing it to the side before your heavy breathing alerted Chief. “Your wound is holding you back, Y/N. You need to conserve your energy.”

You puffed out a sigh of annoyance, looking down at your wound.

“Y/N?!” Diana called out for you as she stood alone on the hangar roof.

Your eyes widened. “Princess, look out!”

She turned around only for her throat to be in Ares’s hand as they soared into the air before he threw her against a tank, the wheel links ripped out from underneath to wrap around the princess. He slammed her down into the ground, winding her easily whilst he watched you speed to her side.

“Diana, breathe. Come on, push it out and then breathe.” You held her head, sighing slightly when she breathed in.

The links compressed against her body before her arm broke free, but it was not enough. 

“Y/N!” She yelled out worriedly as you were swept away into Ares’s grasp, a small yet thick piece of metal from the tank links tightening quickly around your throat.

“Di… ana…” You choked out, reaching for her but you needed the air, using all of the strength you had to push against the metal.

Ares grinned down at you. “It is futile to imagine you can win.” 

He turned to look at Diana, struggling to breathe as the links compressed her even more. “Give up, Diana. It’s time to choose. Your life… or hers.”

DIana watched you try to keep your eyes open, your fingers bleeding against the metal as it cut through your skin to choke you. 

You watched her try to speak, her chest cracking under the pressure of the tightening links like a boa constrictor. 

You gave her a small smile as tears pricked your eyes. “I’ll swim and sail… on savage seas… with ne’er a fear of… drowning.”

Her eyes widened at your swan song, listening to every note and change in pitch. 

“And gladly ride… the waves o-of life… if you would mar-ry me…” You coughed, taking a huge gasp for air.

“No scorching sun nor freezing cold… could stop me on my j-ourney…” Your voice cracked as you looked towards the princess, an idea coming to your mind as your final breath came.

“Because you now have my heart… and I’ll love you for eternity…” 

Your hands grew limp against your neck and your eyes fluttered closed, your body shuffling to the ground in an unconscious state. 

“NOOO!” Diana roared in agony, power surging through her body as she ripped herself out of the metal links.

A shockwave of explosive proportions passed over the German base as she came to your side, ripped off what now looked like a metal collar cinched into your throat, and checked your pulse.

She couldn’t find it.

Her head turned to face the soldiers, who’d now been freed from your power, and charged them as they shot at her. She deflected bullets back onto themselves, punched through skulls, snapped guns in half before her speed knocked them back with her own sonic boom. 

“Yes, Diana! Take them all! Finally, you see.” Ares smiled gleefully. 

“Look at this world. Mankind did this, not me. They are ugly, filled with hatred, weak, just like your handmaiden. Gone, and left you nothing. And for what? Pathetic!”

Diana tackled him to the ground and punched at his helm, stunning him for a moment before he kicked her off into the same tank that had crushed her, killed you. 

Ares ripped open a car from behind and out tumbled Dr. Maru, rolling with the wind under Ares’s control before she came to Diana’s feet. 

“Look at her and tell me I am wrong.” He chuckled, manipulating the wind to expose the poisoned and rotting skin beneath her mask.

“She is the perfect example of these humans and unworthy of your sympathy in every way. Destroy her, Diana. You know that she deserves it. They all do.”

Diana dug her hand into the wheels of the tank and lifted it above her head, watching the fear fall into Maru’s eyes as she shuffled away from the princess. 

“DO IT!” Ares bellowed.

*Diana… don’t.*

Her head turned to see you shuffling along the ground, leaning on your elbow before it collapsed from your weakened body. Blood trailed down your neck from the metal collar and down your leg from your reopened stomach wound.

But you were alive.

*Don’t do it. Diana, despite our short time here, we have seen what humanity is, what it always has been. Yes, it can be destructive, hating and weak, but they can be creative, loving, strong.*

“They will wreak havoc upon this world, Diana, unless you help me stop them!” Ares roared.

Diana’s eyes fell to Maru, hatred building within her again as she strengthened her hold on the tank.

*Look at me, my love.*

She did, with a shock in her eyes. *What?*

*You are my princess, my love, my Diana. Don’t do it, because if you do, you will be no better than Ares. This is not how it should be.* 

Her mind absorbed your words, letting them ring like church bells. You smiled to yourself as you watched her armour begin to glow, a smile forming on her lips. 

“You’re wrong about them.” She looked at Ares, a frown upon his features.

She threw the tank to the side, letting Maru run free. Her feet led her to you, standing in front of you before she walked towards Ares. “They’re everything you say, but so much more.”

“Lies!” Ares scowled, forming blades of metal shards in the air that launched towards her. 

You did not fear for her life. You trusted her with it.

The shield created by the crossing of her bracelets disintegrated the blades, almost stopping time as Ares hovered in the air before she threw out her wrists and launched him backwards, his helm removing on impact with a car.

“They. Do not. Deserve. Your protection!” Ares hollered, summoning a bolt of lightning to his grip.

Diana simply caught it in her bracelets, some of it bouncing onto a nearby car.

She smiled at the power her bracelets now contained, the crackling energy wrapping around her forearms and tickling her skin. “It’s not about deserve. It’s about what you believe.”

She turned her head to look at your dishevelled form, still smiling at her all the while.

“And I believe in love.” She smirked as you thanked her with a bow of your head.

“THEN I WILL DESTROY YOU!” Ares howled as he summoned more lightning to his body, his metal armour catching almost sixteen lightning bolts. 

He threw it all at Diana, but her crossed bracelets absorbed the concussive power and diverted it to her body armour, a loving smile across her lips before she turned to Ares.

“Goodbye, brother.” She promised, taking a leap and bound to hover in the air before she crossed her bracelets.

The lightning ripped through Ares’s chest, making you cover your eyes from the sheer brightness of the explosion. 

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As the shaking of the ground began to fade, you removed your shielding hand to see a huge crater in the runway of the base. You watched patiently as Diana hovered down, her boots clanking against the tarmac before rhythmically walking to you.

You looked up at her as she knelt next to you quietly, moving your back ever so gently into her arms. Her thumb caressed across your cheek as her fingers lay against your jaw in a practised motion. “Are you okay?” 

You nodded softly, pressing your hand against her armour. *With you, I always will be.*

Her forehead fell onto yours and she swooned at your warmth beneath her touch. “I love you, Y/N.” 

*And I love you, Diana.* You crooned, her eyes falling to your lips before rising back to your eyes.

“May I kiss you?”

Air chuckled out of your nose, tickling her lips which she then wet with her tongue. *You may.* 

She sealed her exhaling breath against your lips, a deep hum reverberating through her chest. Her soul filled with peace, her heart with love, and her mind with you. She gently pulled away when she felt your chest start to shake, concern filling her eyes as you coughed hoarsely.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you.” She murmured, noticing how bloodied and beaten you were.

She picked you up in her arms and found a blanket within a nearby car, wrapping you up in its warmth. The sound of shuffling boots had your attention, your smile brightening at the sight of your friends.

“You don’t look so good.” Sameer teased.

“Are ya kidding? She looks like she’s been through hell and back!” Charlie exclaimed, making you chuckle.

“Her throat is damaged.” Chief pointed out to the three men, watching you nod.

“She says she’ll need a few days.” Diana spoke for you.

“You need it.” Charlie smirked.

The men helped you and Diana back over the hill towards the horses, all of them a bit skittish until Diana and you calmed them. She didn’t let you ride Pepper, encasing you in front of her with the blanket securely tied around you, preserving your warmth.

“How are you feeling?” She asked softly by your shoulder, resting her chin on it.

*Tired. But I'm happy.* You replied shortly, leaning back into her.

“I’m glad you are, my love.” She kissed your cheek.

You looked towards the lonesome motorbike that stood still on the hill, a fire burning a patch of grass around it. You’d never admired Steve, but his sacrifice had saved the world - he’d earned your respect as a soldier.

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Three Weeks Later…

*DIANA!* You called out as you jolted awake in your bed, pain shooting through your body before a hand came to your chest.

“I’m here, Y/N.” She murmured, a thin layer of sweat soaking parts of your sleeveless shirt.

She immediately pulled you into her arms and let you sob. Your dream was nothing of the sort - nightmares fuelled with Ares taking her away or torturing her in front of you, Steve keeping her as his own. 

Your sobs were also painful to hear, your throat still mending itself ever so slowly. “I-I thought I lost you.” You croaked.

“You’ll never lose me, darling.” She replied, planting a few kisses on your cheek as she took away the tears.

“I’ve got you and I’m not letting you go.” 

You nodded silently; her assuring words were the only thing that calmed you down lately. 

You were thankful for Etta, who insisted you called her that now, as she had helped set up this little farmhouse. There were many animals to look after, some including Pepper and Honey - Diana’s horse - whilst cattle roamed the fields around.

Celebrations after the war ending in a surrender from Germany were held, and still being held in the main cities of the world. Many drunkards could be seen tottling along the roads at night, whilst young lovers and married couples were reunited over and over again.

“How are your stitches? Don’t tell me you’ve ripped them again.” Diana warned playfully as she sat up, the dark hours of the night not helping her see.

But instead, she felt along your stomach and smiled when she felt none had ripped, but there was a little bit of blood that escaped from your scabs. “Come on.” 

She guided your tired form to the bathroom, the lights like a blinding flash to your eyes when they came on quickly. “Mmmm.” You grumbled, but Diana simply chuckled and led you to sit on the countertop.

She lifted your stained shirt over your shoulders and threw it in the garbage along with much bloodier shirts and even some pants. She cleaned up your skin before moving to leave, your hand catching her wrist.

“Don’t gooo.” You groaned, but she placed a gentle kiss to your glabella before descending into the dark bedroom.

She came back with a fresh green shirt of her own, watching it slink over your body as two sizes too big. She pulled you away from the wall and supported you via her strong arms holding your lower back, her forehead pressed against yours.

“What happened in your nightmare, my love?” She asked softly, not wanting to trod on your boundaries.

“I didn’t have you.” You sighed, leaning into her palm against your cheek.

She caressed your skin before placing feather-light kisses all over your face, making a few croaking giggles escape your throat. She then wrapped you in her arms, an embrace you always gave her when she came home from working in the museum. 

“You’ll always have me. You have my heart, Y/N.” She murmured against your neck.

You hummed at her words, nuzzling into her warmth with a satisfied sigh. She chuckled softly before pulling your hips to the edge of the counter, lifting you by your thighs to lie you down in the king-sized bed.

“I love you, Y/N.” She spoke whilst wrapping the sheets tightly around you, pulling you even closer to her.

“I love you more, Diana.” You kissed the skin of her collarbone whilst snuggling against her, closing your eyes to be led into sandman’s realm.

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Taglist: @frog-bread , @blackcatlogy , @mutlifandomloverblog :)

[hey-im-okay]

Its a book of all things that catches Wylans attention, its got a beautiful cover, the characters look interesting (one of them reminds him of Jesper) and the background is wonderful, covered by a large forest with blooming flowers of all colours, sadness fills him as he realises he will never find out what the story behind the cover is.

It’s times like this that remind him about his inability to read, since escaping his fathers men his main focus had been trying to survive and other than when Jesper found out about it he hadn’t had to think about it, his powders and bombs are labelled with music notes that he doesn’t think twice about and he’s rarely ever given anything to read and when he does get given something he just pretends to not know how the words are pronounced until Kaz takes it off him.

He stares at the book, squints at the words on the top of the cover, trying to will the letters still so he could try and make them out, it doesn’t work. Sighing, Wylan turns away from the book and back to the powders in front of him, picking out a few and then turning to the vendor to pay, he glances back at the book and as a last minute decision he grabs it, paying for it along with the powders.

He walks away, smoothing his fingers over the cover, he sighs again, he might not be able to read it but at least it’s pretty. He places it carefully next to his powders in his bag before continuing back to the crows.

——

As Wylan walks into his workshop he almost jumps out of his skin when he notices Jesper standing in the middle of the room by the table that’s covered in chemical viles, not expecting him to be there.

“Jesper! I thought you were with Kaz?” He says, walking closer to the man currently smiling at him, stopping a few steps away, it makes Wylan feel all soft inside and he ducks his head to hide his own smile at seeing his boyfriend. Jespers smile widens and he closes the space between them and wraps his arms around Wylan in a embrace, he’s smiling down at him when he answers. “I was, we finished early so I came here to see you.”

Wylan wraps his arms around Jesper. “Well as much as I like seeing you, you’re going to be pretty bored, I’m just trying out some new chemicals.” He quickly pecks Jespers lips before moving away towards the table to start unpacking his bag (and to hide the blush creeping up his cheeks).

He takes the bag of his back to place it on the table, he starts to unpack the new powders as Jesper replies. “Hm, maybe but at least I can make sure you don’t blow any of your fingers off.” He laughs, joining Wylan by the table, making sure not to touch any of the bottles, Wylan turns to glare half-heartedly at him. Jesper, laughing lightly at Wylans offended face, walks behind him, arms wrapping around his waist, Jesper presses a light kiss to Wylans neck, startling the merchling causing him to knock over the bag.

Wylan holds his breath as the bag falls off the table and onto the floor, the things inside falling out and spreading across the floor, hoping that none of the last few bottles inside had broken. He moves away from Jesper to pick up the bottles, inspecting each bottle he picks up carefully, making sure there’s no cracks in the glass. “Shit- sorry Wy.” He sees Jesper out of the corner of his eye crouch down to help pick it up.

“What’s this?” Wylan looks up to see Jesper pick up the book he’d bought, Jesper stands up to look at the cover, he hadn’t even noticed it had fell out of the bag also. “O-oh. Um, well…” he stands up, heart in his throat. What if Jesper thought he’d been lying about not being able to read? “Did you buy this?” Jesper asks, tilting his head while looking at Wylan, clearly confused. Wylan ducks his head, face flushed with embarrassment as he starts to fidget with his hands. “I liked the cover…” he says quietly, he wanted to die he felt so embarrassed, of course Jesper asked if he bought it, Wylan doesn’t even know why he bought it! What good is a book to someone who can’t even read it?

“Wylan…” Jespers voice, soft and suddenly sounding closer made him lift his head, finding Jesper standing closer to him. Jespers eyes were soft and caring as he held up the book, the cover facing Wylan. “You bought it just because you liked the cover?” He asked. “Well, the uh, forest looks pretty and I liked the colours of the flowers. The characters looked a little interesting too.” He mumbled, confused by the question, wondering why it mattered and why Jesper wasn’t just giving him the book back, “do..do you want to know what the story’s called?” Jesper asked hesitantly, as if not sure if he was allowed to read the words to Wylan.

Wylans eyes sparkled in excitement at the thought of knowing what the book was called, it made Jesper relax slightly to see there was no anger or offence on his face at the suggestion. “You’d tell me?” He asked like he couldn’t believe he was allowed to know something as simple as the name, he was bouncing slightly on his feet, rocking so slightly at the movement. “Of course!” Jesper smiled, “I’d read you the whole book if you wanted!” Wylans eyes went wide, his mouth slightly open in surprise.

Jesper was sure he’d offended Wylan then and started rambling “I mean I don’t have to if you don’t want me to! It’s fine! I’m sorry I-“ “You would…?” Wylan cuts him off, voice quiet and disbelieving, “Read to me, I mean” He clarifies. Jesper gently kisses him, pulling back after just a second. “Wylan.” He practically whispers, putting the book down to hold his face in Jespers hands, “I would read every book in the world to you if you wanted me to.”

Wylan stares at him for a few seconds, eyes starting to get watery, he looks for anything that suggests Jesper is lying to him. When he doesn’t find anything other than love, he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding before falling into Jespers arms, head resting on his chest. “Please.” He mutters.

Jesper smiles wide, kissing Wylans head before pulling him towards the bed in the corner of the room, picking the book as he goes, sitting against the back of it and then patting the spot next to him telling Wylan to sit. Wylan sits next to him, cuddled up to his side.

“The evergreen.” He reads, He opens the book, making sure Wylan can see the page despite it not mattering. Jesper begins reading and Wylan let’s his unshed tears fall. He never thought he’d have this, someone to read to him, too many times he’d been told no one would put up with his inability to read, by his father and tutors mostly. And yet here he was, curled up on his bed with his boyfriend reading to him.

Wylan had never felt more at home.

[lord-of-snrland]

Follow-up! >:)

These ones are by @recklessidi0t

Some of them have a bit more text because they're based on jokes we made. And I think the context makes them even better.

Gyuri! This is my current profile picture on this account. He looks so serious, poor wifeless man.

I love the way his cape (cloak? Idk) falls over his arms, the epic scythe, the fluff, the colours all look so good... overall really epic!

This is Luthor! It was before I posted anything of him in colour (and I think I actually still don't have a full up to date drawing of him in colour... oof.)

I love how silly he looks. His expression is adorable. Also the way he has his pinky finger up like a fancy motherfucker while holding the trash bin killed me. I'm making that pose canon. Also I think his suit looks radical.

[Context: this was an inside joke that he's spiritually a Florida man (like Reckless' slime guy who's literally a Florida man lol). So here he caught a crocodile in a trash bin. Like the Florida men.]

This is Gyuri... again! (I couldn't shut up about him for a while...)

He looks so adorable here, I wanna pick him up and give him kürtőskalács and tell him maybe I'll give his wife back if I'm in a good mood.

Note from the future: I wrote this long ago but kept it in my drafts. I have since made a deal with the rat man that I have to bring back Gyuri's wife if he brings back Hew. You win this time...

[Context: a joke, again. I wrote this dumb little dialogue to highlight how pathetic he is: Gyuri says: "PREPARE TO DIE!" and Peko says: "It's not my fucking fault your wife died" and he makes the "🥺" face and then the crazy mf actually drew it. And it looks awesome.]

They are also an art god, they draw so fucking well (you can already see though)! So you should go check out THEIR characters too!

I am ALSO behind on drawing YOUR guys. 😔

Bonus - stupid meme I made:

[titsgirlbuffy]

any thoughts on how spike and angel show their genders when they where human vs vampires

Yes!

So it's really fascinating to me what bits of how they present themselves do or don't change through the centuries. And I can't tell which bits of this is for, like, internal reasons, and what's a response to the changing cultural ideas of what makes a man.

We've talked before about how Spike (as a vampire) seems to see himself as a masculine object - talking about himself as the corpse of a man (like in Once More With Feeling), like he's being animated by his obsession with Buffy as much as he is by the vampirism. And with the whole "I know I'm a monster, but you treat me like a man" thing too, for Spike the vampire there's this recurring thing of A Man being not something he Is so much as something he'd like to be.

I've only seen the one scene of him as a human man so some of this was outsourced to @transangelus who's watched Buffy many times. But the thing about human Spike is he also tied a lot of himself to the women in his life, clinging both to his mother and to the women he tries to seduce with terrible poetry, even (especially?) when that's unsuccessful. Spike as a human man is... not wholly successful just in general, actually.

From an article on Victorian masculinity and how it affects our present understanding, "Victorian public school boys were strong, stoical and athletic – ready to die for their country, but not to talk about their feelings." Now, that sounds like pretty much the opposite of what we've seen of William Pratt, a man who was:

Not a successful poet

Wrote primarily about his emotions

No indication that he was good at sports

Not physically intimidating

Left handed

Bad at seducing women

Bullied by other men

Defined by his relationships (and lack thereof) to women

I don't think I'd say Spike was "womanly" as a human, but he wasn't living up to what it meant to be a "man".

A lot of that is tied to not being physically powerful and not having a girlfriend - the reverse of which is pretty inherent to his vampire self. But somehow, as a vampire, he's Still drawn to nonconformity, wearing his woman's coat (stolen from Nikki Wood's dead body in the 70s), painting his nails black (the most masculine colour he could have chosen but like... this is during the era of "metrosexual", when even the fact that he puts products in his hair could be taken as a non-masculine trait), naming himself after a Thing Of Violence rather than keeping the cool manly William the Bloody, generally doing non-masculine stuff he wouldn't have had a chance to do as a human man. I think the main difference between his modern vampire self and his Victorian human self is that now the non-masculine facets of Spike's presentation are a choice rather than a failure. Every time he insults a man for being effeminate, it feels... well I'm not sure Exactly how self aware Spike is, but it feels like he's trying to get under their skin more than legit pick on them for being girly or gay yk?

Angel's pretty similar in some ways. Seen as a failure by his parental figure - that failure being tied to masculinity (direct quote from Angel's human father: "It’s a son I wished for – a man – instead God gave me you"). But from what we saw of Angel as a human... unless I'm missing some history info about 1700s Ireland, there's nothing non-masculine I can see! Angel as a human:

Used a man's name (Liam - the Irish version of William, interestingly)

Kept his hair long (in fashion at the time)

Regularly had sex with women (from an article about masculinity in this time period - "From around 1720 [...] the dominant, hegemonic man is no longer defined by his house-holding status and his good domestic and Christian order but by the fact that he desires and has sex only with women.")

Angel as a human didn't seem happy, or even content, with his masculinity. He sought for it and, like Spike, was accused of falling short. And I hate to say any bullies were right, but I Do think the "not a man" accusations were speaking to something inherent about Angel rather than any failures to live up to a cultural standard of masculinity.

Vampire Angel is interesting. I mean, taking the name "Angel" (not the most masculine of names) is one thing, but even (especially?) while soulless his masculinity is... not quite right, I'll say.

Angelus kept his look pretty much the same throughout his relationship with Darla - and while that shifted from being classically masculine to being more effeminate as the centuries passed, since he was going around with a 1600s women (who wouldn't care about such things) and acting as the family patriarch, any nonconformity was way less of a big deal. But once he gets a soul? He goes right back to forcing himself into cultural norms.

In the 50s he cut his hair and dressed like a greaser. In the 70s he kept it long but started wearing low cut shirts and leather jackets - possibly his least conformative souled era and it went badly enough to send him back to eating rats in the sewers. In the 90s and early 00s - with a brief break for Angelus to wear some eyeliner (imitating Spike? Imitating what he believes to be corruptive?) - he puts on such a strong facade of masculinity that the man posing as his Swami asks "Why do you hate yourself?", before saying that Angel consists of "The image you work so hard to create and the real you." (personal note - Angel refers to his demonic side as "it" during that conversation). Combined with how many times he's given the opportunity to take on something feminine and either Immediately reacts with fear and anger, or tries it out very happily before someone else sees or questions? Plus the refusal of the titles man, boy, Mr..... I can only see Angel's masculinity as an intentional facade covering something he's terrified of. Two things, actually. The internal calls to the feminine and to the demonic.

So... yeah! TL;DR - Human!Spike = struggling man tied to relationships with women, Vampire!Spike = successfully nonconforming corpse seeking personal masculinity in relationships with women. Human!Angel = successfully masculine in theory but somehow still not allowed into male socialisation, Vampire!Angel = deeply concerned with emulating an ideal of the Normal Man, repressing womanhood and evilness as if they equally reveal him as something other than what he strives for

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SONGS FOR STUILLY. AGAIN. ‼️ [saying this now, a lot of these lyrics are toxic as all hell, but so is stuilly, so it checks out-]

• Let’s kill tonight [panic at the disco] [this songs repeats a lot so-]

“You’re the galantine. Cold and alone, it suits you well.”

Stu as he talks about/to Billy.

“Let’s kill tonight, kill tonight. Show them all you’re not the ordinary type.”

This could go either way with these two.

• Stockholm Syndrome [Muse]

“I won’t stand in your way, let your hatred grow.”

Stu talking to Billy after what Maureen did.

“And she’ll scream, and she’ll shout, and she’ll pray. And she had a name- yeah she had a name.”

Also about Maureen, could either be Stu or Billy tbh

“This is the last time I’ll abandon you. And this is, the last time I’ll forget you.”

Billy as he speaks to Stu [I think of the kitchen scene..]

“And we’ll love, and we’ll hate, and we’ll die. All to no avail.”

Either one of them, after the kitchen scene

• This is Love [Air traffic Controller]

“You’re no good you’re no good, you could kill me and you should.”

Stu speaking to Billy.

“You must like being the victim, you’ve done nothing to get out.”

Billy at Stu.

“You’ll forgive me if I promise, and do nothing but the same.”

Also Billy at Stu

“Yeah I know wrong I know right, but I just love to pick a fight. I can sleep with one eye open, if there’s any sleep at night.”

Billy coded again

“I got my knife, got my gun. Let’s see how fast you can run.”

Billy speaking to Stu, because he would absolutely mess with Stu in the Ghostface costume

“I was good but then I quit. Everyone that tried to fix me, knows that I can’t change a bit.”

Billy coded

“I’ve got no shame, got no pride. Only skeletons to hide.”

Hmm either one of em tbf-

“Yeah once you think you’re in control, you’ll believe that we are partners and you’ll feel comfortable. Oh then the darkness rolls in and you’ll forget who I have been.”

Billy to Stu, kitchen scene.

• Psycho [Muse]

“Love, it will get you nowhere.”

Stu coded.

“Come to me now, I could use someone like you. Someone who’ll kill on my command, and asks no questions.”

Billy getting Stu to help him commit to the murders

“I’m gonna make you, I’m gonna break you, I’m gonna make you- a fucking psycho.”

Billy coded

“Your mind is just a program and I’m the virus.”

Billy coded again

“And you will kill on my command and I won’t be responsible.”

Billy when he has Stu commit a good portion of the murders

“I’m gonna make you, a fucking psycho- your ass belongs to me now.”

Billy coded

“You fucking psycho, your ass belongs to me now.”

Also Billy coded

• The Handler [Muse]

“You are my handler, I will execute your demands”

Stu following Billy

“Leave me alone, I must disassociate from you”

Billy in return to Stu

• Wolves without Teeth [Of Monsters and Men]

"Open my chest and colour my spine. I'm giving you all"

Stu showing his devotion to Billy.

"Swallow my breath, And take what is mine. I'm giving you all"

devotion

"I'll be the blood, If you'll be the bones."

could be seen as compromise- still devotion though

"Haunt me in my sleep. You'll sailing from another world, Sinking in my sea."

"You're feeding on my energy, I'm letting go of it"

"I can see through you, We are the same. It's perfectly strange. You run in my veins. How can I keep you, Inside my lungs. I breathe what is yours, You breathe what is mine"

Stu as he knows who/what billy is, and he's not off putted because he loves it.

• Partners in Crime [Set it Off] [self explanatory.]

"You'll never takes us alive, We swore that death will do us part. They'll call our crimes a work of art"

"This, the tale of, reckless love. Living a life of crime on the run"

"And if the heat comes close enough to burn, Then we'll play with fire."

"This is the night the young love died, Buried at each others side. You never took us alive, We swore that death would do us part"

[reblogs appreciated but not at all forced! <3]

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Watch Kenjaku legit step in between Sukuna and Yuuji next week cause at this point I believe anything could happen lmao

I always wonder, with all the allegories Kenjaku has going on surrounding birth, pregnancy and fetuses, does this favoritism towards Yuuji also come from the fact that they gave birth to him? Unconciously, idk. There's multiple factors including his own selfish agenda, or the fact that after 9 children Yuuji is the only one Kenjaku found not a failure etc., but carrying a child, giving birth and possibly breastfeeding might've had an effect on them.

Anwyays: I find it extremely interesting that Kenjaku didn't intend for Yuuji to stay as a vessel. Clearly Yuuji having a body strong enough to host Sukuna was the overall idea, but they really make it sound like they were really letting Jin Itadori pipe them just for the hell of it just to see what would come out of that lol. Cause really, beyond hosting/repressing Sukuna (which Yuuji has semi succesfuly done until... uh... now...), Kenjaku already said they don't have a specific role for Yuuji to play and want to see whatever he does next.

Also R.I.P Itadori Jin, Choso would have imprited on him like a baby duck.

I'm not entirely sure Sukuna will seriously try to kill Yuuji. He generally prefers to toy with and torture him, and watching Megumi be possessed while being powerless to do anything about it is way more cruel than killing him. Yuuji wants to die anyway. But speaking of, Kenjaku has to become a bit more careful with Yuuji. In the past they could count on Sukuna reviving him or someone else like Yuuta stepping in and healing him, but now that will become more difficult. Not saying they will pamper him in any sense of the word or jump in front of the gun so to say...just maybe keep a closer eye on him? But I think they're gonna do that anyway for multiple reasons.

Yes, I think having given birth to him and him being their biological child has some influence on them. They also call themselves Choso's parent and there still seems to be some Noritoshi DNA swimming around in them (which gives them immunity against the Death Painting poison), but they don't call the Death Paintings their children or acknowledge any kind of close personal relationship because well...there isn't one. They didn't birth them or father them, they simply arranged for the abuse of the Mother and then added Noritoshi's blood. Much more hands-off than Yuuji's case. No playing house and teasing the father-in-law. And then there's the failure on top of it. When Choso isn't screaming in their ear, they generally don't seem to think much about that experiment, just "that happened, that sucked, anyway-". They make jokes about it instead of seeming upset.

So in that sense Yuuji is their only living child and he's getting the favourite treatment (not always a good thing with Kenjaku). I also think they would have fucked Jin either way. Maybe they wouldn't have necessarily had a child with him, but he's their type: guy with colourful hair, more slender than muscled body and pretty face. counting Mahito and Kashimo too here because I'm biased They were having a little fun at work you could say. Given their domain, I also don't think this was their first pregnancy. They've been alive for over a millennium, contraception wasn't always that good and they clearly are attracted to men. Things happen. And who knows how many times they practised for this experiment. I don't think even they could make Sukuna's perfect restricting vessel or whatever else Yuuji is supposed to be on first try. All these kids would of course be long dead and I think they were always more of an absent parent/mother anyway. Whatever happened to those children could also influence how they feel about Yuuji now. But we will probably find out more about it when they meet him again and/or we get to why they picked Kaori and Jin specifically (if they picked Jin at all and didn't just do it with him because he was available and desperate for a baby).

Another thought, in Shibuya they also said "things born from me can't exceed my own potential" with a kind of faint expression. The English translation uses "create", but in Japanese it's 生まれる which straight up just means "to be born". There are a lot of pregnancy allegories in their speeches, they don't always get translated though, like in ch 202 when they say the cursed spirit will be pregnant/swollen with the cursed energy of a hundred million people.

I think this could for one, refer to past experiments that involved them giving birth, which clearly didn't go very well or it's what they might ideally hope for Yuuji to achieve. Although judging by their expression there's not a lot of hope. This phrase of course also includes the Death Paintings, but since they don't act this depressed whenever else they are brought up, I don't think that's the full picture. In that case, they didn't birth anything anyway, which might have been the point. They thought things would go better with minimal involvement from their side, but that didn't help either. But maybe Yuuji will manage to surprise them and prove them wrong.

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Merry Christmas, @monochrome-crisis!

Dear @monochrome-crisis, I have really enjoyed writing this for you, and I hope you like it. Your prompts were delightful and it was a lot fun playing around with these two. Happy Holidays if you observe, and happy fic-gift-day to you if you don’t! Best, your anon gifter. 

TAGS: established relationship, secret relationship, arranged marriage, road trip, sort of, running away, 

SUMMARY: Chay stands quite still and watches him for several seconds, but it doesn’t help to make the jumble of nonsense words rearrange themselves into useful sentences in his head. 

“I’m sorry,” he says slowly. “An inauspicious start to what, precisely?”

“Why, to your marriage, of course!”

*****

can’t let this wait one more day

It’s Tankhun who accidentally breaks the news to Chay, on a rainy October afternoon when he’d expected to face nothing more challenging than a couple of hours playing the new Spider-Man game. A problem with his XBox has him venturing down to Arm’s office-cum-armoury-cum-tech lab, where he finds Tankhun sitting cross-legged on the floor, cutting pictures of floral arrangements and men in alarmingly colourful suits out of a vertiginously tall stack of bridal magazines. He snips some of them out with painstaking precision, and scratches the scissors angrily across others, his choices made according to some arcane and unknowable criteria. The images that survive his process are passed to Arm, who dutifully and efficiently pastes them down into a pastel pink, faux-fur-covered scrapbook.

“Khun? Is everything… Are you ok?”

“Auhhh! My favourite brother-in-law!” Tankhun cries at a volume that isn’t quite ear-piercing, but is certainly louder than required given the three of them are alone in an echo-y room, and Chay’s ears are less than thirty centimetres away from his mouth. “Everything is so much more than fine! It’s all wonderful! Practically perfect, in fact! Only do say you’ll let me dress you, nong, it would kill me to see you walk down the aisle in someone else’s shoes! And you wouldn’t break my heart like that, hmm, not on your wedding day? It would be a harbinger of so, so much bad luck! Such an inauspicious start, no?!”

Chay stands quite still and watches him for several seconds, but it doesn’t help to make the jumble of nonsense words rearrange themselves into useful sentences in his head. 

“I’m sorry,” he says slowly. “An inauspicious start to what, precisely?”

“Why, to your marriage, of course!”

***

“Nothing is set in stone,” Arm promises him, trying to calm him down while Tankhun flaps off to find Porsche. “It’s just an idea, at this stage, that’s all. Just something that was suggested - really, it’s more like it was vaguely alluded to - at the last family meeting. It doesn’t mean you have to marry anyone you don’t want to.”

The atmosphere in Arm’s little misery-bunker has always been a bit sad, but it’s never felt quite as overwhelmingly damp and awful as this moment in time. 

“I know you mean well, but ‘we might not marry you off against your will’ isn’t actually as reassuring as you seem to think it is,” Chay points out. He’s just pleased he can still form coherent words; that must mean the worst of the panic attack is subsiding.

“Yeah, that’s fair,” Arm says, and Chay tries very hard to find the deeply sympathetic look on his face comforting instead of terrifying. 

***

Chay: hey 

Chay: u busy?

Chay: i need to see u its urgent

Chay: ive run away im at the boba place 

Chay: the one with the cute plants inside where you kissed me that time 

Chay: pls don’t take long they’re cutting me off

not my secret bf: be there in ten

***

Macau picks Chay up in his older brother’s convertible, stolen for the occasion, and drives off without any questions. The extent to which he’s ride-or-die is, in Chay’s opinion, one of his absolute top-ten best traits. At Chay’s request, he heads out of the city, no particular destination in mind. He doesn’t say anything until they’re far enough out they’re relying on headlights, and the sound of rain on the windscreen is louder than the traffic. 

“Whatever happened, it’s ok, babe. I promise.”

“You won’t say that when you know!” Chay cries. “Hia wants me to get married, Cau, it’s really serious!” 

“What?”

“That’s what Arm said. And Khun! I’m sorry, babe, I know he’s your cousin, but also. What the fuck? How could he know something like that and not tell me!” Chay’s voice rises frantically, reaching a fever pitch as he vents his frustration at once again being the last one to find out important information about his life. “Oh my god, what if it’s to some disgusting greasy old man who wants a good little wifey, that Kinn needs to sign some business deal with?” Chay says suddenly, face awash with horror. 

“Ok, first of all,” Macau says, glancing over at Chay from the driver’s seat of with a grin of a distinctly gremlin-y variety creeping across his face, “if Kinn needed someone to sign a contract that badly, he’d just break their fingers until they signed it.”

“That’s not reassuring, Cau.”

“And second of all,” Macau presses on, ignoring Chay’s point completely, “I’m not gonna let you marry anyone else, so it doesn’t matter anyway, hmm?”

“You really think they’ll listen to you?”

Macau frowns, impish grin fading as quickly as it had appeared, and clicks his fingernails on the wheel, the way Vegas really hates. “I dunno. Maybe? And if they don’t, we could just… leave, I guess.”

“I’m not - listen, babe, I love you, but your uncle kept my mum locked away in an attic for eighteen years because she married the wrong guy, so like. I don’t have that much faith in Kinn or Korn or Vegas to be super chill about someone trying to leave the family.” 

Macau shoots him a quick glance, eyes slicking sideways before snapping back to the road. “Well, if you put it like that…”

“Look, you don’t have to come with me,” Chay says, voice laced with grim determination. “I know you – all your family are here, your whole life is here. But I think I have to leave.”

“Ok, ok. But you don’t have to go now,” Macau says. “We can come up with a real plan, take a little time.”

“I can’t go back. I can’t walk back in there. I can’t spend another second there.”

Macau swerves suddenly and pulls up on the side of the road, switching the engine off but leaving the headlights on, so the curtains of thick rain ahead of them are illuminated in their glow. Turning to face Chay, he reaches over and takes his hand, linking their fingers together and squeezing gently. 

“Hey,” Macau says softly, which catches Chay’s attention more than any amount of screaming would have. “I’m sorry my family is such a fucking nightmare. I’m not - of course I’m not gonna make you go back. If you wanna leave tonight and never come back, we can do that.”

“But?” Chay asks nervously. Macau lifts a questioning eyebrow. “It sounded like there was a ‘but’ coming next.”

“Nope,” Macau says easily, shaking his head and letting Chay see the truth shining bright in his eyes. “No ‘but.’ I’d follow you anywhere, Porchay.”

“Cau…” Chay says, releasing the name like an invocation into the night air. 

Macau stares at him, gaze far too intense to bear for long, and then he turns to look out at the road spilling away into the darkness ahead of them. “Chay, you know, we could - if you want - they can’t make you marry anyone if you’re already married.”

“Fuck.” Chay lets out a breath, a long, deep exhalation that carries away half the tension in his whole frame. “How are you so perfect when your family is so…”

“Shit, no idea.” Macau laughs and it’s not pleasant. “This is why I didn’t want to tell them about us. They ruin everything they touch, and I wanted to try and keep you whole as long as possible. So I’d get it, you know, if you don’t want - augh!”

Macau shrieks a little, very bravely, as Chay throws himself across the centre console and clambers eagerly if awkwardly into his lap, winding long slender brown arms around his neck and kissing him fiercely until one of them accidentally jams a knee into the horn. 

***

The hotel is not quite clean enough to be boring, and just a little too rundown to be charming. It’s the last place anyone would ever think to look for them, which means it’s Macau’s new favourite spot. He pays for one room, daring the older man behind the desk to say something about the way he has his arm wrapped around Chay’s waist, fingers tapping out a gentle rhythm on his hips. Chay’s arm is draped over his shoulder in turn, so he can lean easily into his side, soaking up his warmth. 

There’s a horrible pause where the guy hangs on to the key a little too long, and then Macau tips his chin up defiantly. His hand closes around the key and whisks it away from him. 

“We can find it ourselves,” he says. It’s not until they’re halfway down the hallway to their room that he realises the guy had absolutely no intention of helping them with their bags. 

Not that they have bags, per se. Chay has his old school backpack with him, which he’d hurriedly stuffed with a couple of pairs of underwear and some clean socks, a spare power bank for his phone and laptop, and more snacks than Macau’s seen in one place outside of a child’s birthday party. 

Macau, on the other hand, has his phone, battery currently hovering around 19%, and his wallet. 

“I thought,” Chay says defensively, when he catches Macau eyeing his stash, “that I might have to get the bus somewhere.”

Macau shrugs out of his bomber jacket and tosses it haphazardly across the room. “You shut your mouth. My fiancé doesn’t take the fucking bus.” 

“Fiancé,” Chay murmurs to himself, rolling the word around his mouth. “Shit, Cau. Are you sure?”

“I am if you are.” Macau swallows and ignores the too-fast beat of his heart. Chay’s hand wraps around his wrist, fingertips pressing gently against his pulse point. Macau loves his touch so much; he hates why they’re here, but he’d be lying if he said he hates getting this much attention from Chay all at once, after months of existing from one stolen moment to the next.

Macau’s vague idea of showering and then planning the rest of his life is quickly shelved. He’s too busy letting Chay tumble them into bed, rolling over so Chay can pin his wrists and grind his hips down. Chay licks into his mouth and then laughs at the dramatic whine he lets out when he pulls away again too soon. It’s just for show; they both know Chay would never leave him so unsatisfied. 

They make love on scratchy sheets in a cheap hotel on the outskirts of the city, because neither of them could bear to drive any further, because they both need to get their hands on each other, because Chay doesn’t mind being Macau’s dirty little secret but he’s damned if he’ll be anyone else’s husband, and because Macau has had a lifetime of watching his family destroy every good thing that wanders into its path, and he’ll be damned if he lets Chay be their next target. 

As they fall asleep curled into each other, all warm skin and slow breathing, soft lips and steady heartbeats, Chay gives Macau the other reason he couldn’t marry anyone his hia chose for him. “I want to wake up next to you. Tomorrow. All my tomorrows.”

***

Arm wakes Chay gently, shaking his shoulder and stepping back discreetly as his eyes flutter open. Years of practice avoiding the flailing arms of a recently-roused Tankhun, Chay assumes. 

“Shit. How did you find us?” he mumbles, pulling the sheets over his head. 

“I don’t know where to start. You and Khun Macau have about twelve trackers between you, not counting your phones and his credit card.” Arm tugs the sheet away and turns his tablet around; it’s a mass of blinking dots concentrated in a small cluster. 

“Where’s Macau? What have you done to him?” Chay cries when he realises he’s alone in bed. 

“It’s ok, Khun Chay, he’s just getting coffee,” Arm says. He sounds calm, but Chay’s seen him like this before and knows it doesn’t mean he’s not alert.  

“If you try and keep us apart, I’ll scream so loudly that everyone in the hotel’s gonna think you’re murdering me,” Chay says. “I’m a singer, I can do it, phi. My lungs can do things you wouldn’t believe!” He’s aware that he doesn’t look all that threatening, probably, sleep-dopey and with his hair all mussed up, but it’s worth a try. His hia raised Chay very carefully, though, and the second most important lesson he ever taught Chay was not to back down from a fight he believed in.

(The first lesson was not to start fights you can’t win, but Chay is deliberately choosing to ignore that.)

“Ah, no, it’s ok, nong,” Arm says quickly. “Look, here’s Khun Porsche, I’m sure he can explain it all better than I can.”

As the door opens, Chay snorts the snort of a man who has a deep fraternal understanding of Porsche’s ability to explain anything at all. 

“Hia!” Chay leaps off the bed and strides angrily across the room, shoving at Porsche’s shoulder before the door has even swung closed behind him. “You son-of-a-bitch! You couldn’t even tell me to my face, what the fuck!” 

“Chay – ” 

“No! NO!” Chay pushes him again, hot tears of frustration welling in his eyes and making his brother’s face mercifully blurry. “How dare you? I had to find out from Tankhun, of all people?! And it’s not until I leave that you suddenly give a damn what happens to me? Get out of my way, I’m going to find Cau and if you try to stop me, I’ll, I’ll, I’ll. I’ll fucking bite you, I don’t know!” He’s properly crying now, beating his fists uselessly against Porsche’s chest. 

“Chay,” Porsche says again, far more gently this time, and he catches Chay’s wrists before pulling him into a tight hug. “Chay, it’s ok, it’s all ok, I promise.”

“Hia!” Chay squeezes out between loud sobs. “Hia, please.”

“Arm,” Porsche says, craning to speak over Chay’s head. “Arm, I think you need to go fetch Macau now.”

***

“The thing is, Khun Chay, that while the relationship between the major and minor families is much closer these days – ”

“You mean because hia and Khun Kinn can’t keep their hands off each other,” Chay asks. He knows that’s not really why, but it’s funny to see Arm trying to work out how to answer the question in front of Porsche. He’s currently sitting on Macau’s lap, arms wound around his neck, and while he hasn’t actually growled or snapped his teeth at anyone who comes near them, his demeanour is carefully cultivated to suggest that he might.

“Uh, yeah. Yes. That’s not how I’d – but yes, I suppose Khun Kinn and Khun Porsche do have quite a noticeable physical connection,” Arm admits reluctantly. “And it’s good that they’re married. That’s great! But obviously there’s the deposed remnants of the former minor family to consider – oh. Umm. Sorry for your loss, Khun Macau – but the point is that now we all have some distance from the attempted coup, Khuns Kinn and Porsche thought that, uh.”

“They thought it would be convenient to get me married off, I know.”

“No, hang on, it wasn’t - it was just a silly thing Khun suggested, and Kinn said it - ok, yeah, he said it would be convenient, yeah, but we weren’t going to actually do anything about it!” Porsche throws his hands up in exasperation, nearly knocking the tablet out of Arm’s hands. “You didn’t have to run away on a whim, Chay!”

“Hang on, what does this have to do with Vegas and I?” Macau asks, at the same time as Chay mutters ‘It wasn’t a whim!’

“What do you mean?” Porsche asks him, leaning forward with genuine confusion on his face. (Chay recognises it from the days when he used to ask Porsche for help with his algebra homework.) “It was – the plan was – well, no, it wasn’t a plan, but Khun’s idea was that you two should marry each other.”

“Oh shit,” Macau says, squeezing Chay’s waist tightly. “Oh, shit, babe! Do you know what this means?!”

Chay wriggles around in his lap to face him, disbelief and hope warring on his face. “Is he saying what I think he’s saying?”

“I think he’s saying that they’re not gonna stop us being together, actually,” Macau says. He reaches up to stroke Chay’s face gently, running the back of his knuckles reverently along his cheekbones. 

“Hang on,” Porsche says. “Hang on, are you two – is that why you shared a room?!” He turns to stare at Arm accusingly; Arm quickly buries his head in his tablet and starts tapping away furiously. Porsche tuts and turns back to the disgraced runaways. “Macau! Did you fuck my brother last night?”

“Of course not!” Macau says quickly, and then his little gremlin grin returns. “Fun fact, phi, your baby brother is a very talented top.”

“Gah, shut up, shut the fuck up,” Porsche shouts, then covers his ears and starts humming when Macau opens his mouth to elaborate. 

“Stop antagonising him, and I’ll stop Tankhun from dressing you in cerise on our wedding day,” Chay murmurs to Macau, slapping a hand over his open mouth. Macau licks his palm, mostly out of habit, but nods his agreement. 

“It’s ok, hia, you can listen again,” Chay says. Arm leans over without looking up from his tablet and taps him on the shoulder. “I said, it’s ok. We’ve decided to take a rain check on the eloping plan today.”

“Oh, Khun Nu will be so relieved,” Arm says. “He was so worried.”

“Aww,” Chay says, willing to be far more lenient now things are going his way. “He was worried about Cau and I? That’s so sweet.”

“Oh, yes.” Arm pauses briefly. “Well. That, and he was worried he’d ordered a custom Armani for nothing.”

[ballplayersxo]

I agree that people shouldn't just assume a black athlete doesn't automatically like black women but we can't ignore history and evidence that's staring us in the face. Black athletes choosing white woman has nothing to with how fine they are or black women's low self esteem but that society props whiteness as the most desirable for both men and women so both are seen as status symbols. A white woman who's a 4 has more social currency than a black/latin/asian woman that's a 10 because she's white. Reducing it to woc just having low self esteem or a fine babe is a fine babe when black men including black athletes have basically said this is and research into dating habits prove it is a little gaslighting but I used to think this way until I read research papers on it. It's actually an interesting topic to read about.

you’re not wrong and i agree with beauty standards/white supremacy impacting dating habits/desirablity, however i don’t believe in automatically subscribing to these ideas by default. i’m doing a sociology + women’s studies minor so believe me when i say i’m more than familiar with these topics as well, however i don’t believe in internalizing them. doing that just makes them win. like i said, we can recognize patterns and act accordingly, but we have to be very careful in how we talk about desirability because bw and girls on this page should not internalize the idea that their colour alone is gonna rule them out as an option. are things more difficult for us because of these standards? absolutely, but should we lay down and die and become depressed when we aren’t “picked” by a certain athlete? should we assume that we are going to be seen as less attractive automatically? i don’t think so.

i think bw and girls should strive to look their best and believe they are the most beautiful since society wont do it for us. there’s always gonna be people who overlook us, but that doesn’t mean we have to use those histories to project the future. look your best, shoot your shot, and see where things take you. at the end of the day theory and practice are two very different things, so be careful not to academia your way into a negative self-perception.

[em-sars]

My 2013 Hipster soul would die that I'm admitting this, but I have realised that I am a Standard Issue Bisexual Woman.* I will progress with some facts about myself that I deem relevant to proving this point.

Physical appearance:

Nose ring(s) - I have a nostril hoop and a septum ring (and too many ear piercings).

Coloured hair - presently, my hair is my natural blonde because I needed a break from dying my hair, BUT usually, my hair is a fun color (I like pink and purple on myself the most).

Tattoos - while tattoos are very common now (perhaps like the above two bullet points), my current tattoos are a saguaro cactus, the goddess Athena, a celestial snake, and a sword which I've been told is extraordinarily Bisexual™️.

Clothes - I generally wear either waisted mom jeans / jorts with a Hawaiian shirt OR I dress like a '70s witch (think Stevie Nicks but in '70s orange / rust as well as black).

Interests:

I'm a historian specialising in women's history, in particular during Ancient Greece, the Tudor Period, and the Regency Era. Need I say more?

I sew historical costumes (but recreationally and paid for a theatre), and I used to be on cast at a Renaissance Festival until I moved for college.

I both write and read avidly; presently, I've been gouging myself on Dramione fanfiction (both writing and reading).

This one might be a little out there, but hear me out. Rock climbing, specifically bouldering. This community is (in my experience as a climber in California) filled with hippie, granola bisexuals of all genders and (unfortunately) toxic straight men.

Additional Facts:

My partner is also bisexual.

We (I) have a cat.

Favourite (Romance) Tropes:

Enemies to Lovers - I feel that the majority of female readership looking for this dynamic is probably queer. I think a lot of us are Austen-lovers at heart, so who can resist a good old Lizzy / Darcy romance?

Idiots in Love - aren't we, the chronically indecisive and burned-out ex-Gifted Kids who are natural people pleasers, unable to recognise the difference between 'just being nice' and flirting?

Basically to sum up the previous two, Slow Burn.

Basically, I wish I could say I'm Quirky and Unique, but unfortunately, I picked the Basic Package when I got my membership papers for the Bisexual Club.

*My pronouns are She/They. Calling myself a woman is the easiest thing, though that doesn't fully represent how I feel about my gender.

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24th July >> Mass Readings (Except USA)

Monday, Sixteenth Week in Ordinary Time 

or

Saint Charbel Makhlouf, Priest 

or

Saint Declan, Bishop.

Monday, Sixteenth Week in Ordinary Time

(Liturgical Colour: Green: A (1))

First Reading Exodus 14:5-18 Pharaoh sets out in pursuit of the sons of Israel.

When Pharaoh, king of Egypt, was told that the Israelites had made their escape, he and his courtiers changed their minds about the people. ‘What have we done,’ they said ‘allowing Israel to leave our service?’ So Pharaoh had his chariot harnessed and gathered his troops about him, taking six hundred of the best chariots and all the other chariots in Egypt, each manned by a picked team. The Lord made Pharaoh, king of Egypt, stubborn, and he gave chase to the sons of Israel as they made their triumphant escape. So the Egyptians gave chase and came up with them where they lay encamped beside the sea – all the horses, the chariots of Pharaoh, his horsemen, his army – near Pi-hahiroth, facing Baal-zephon. And as Pharaoh approached, the sons of Israel looked round – and there were the Egyptians in pursuit of them!

The sons of Israel were terrified and cried out to the Lord. To Moses they said, ‘Were there no graves in Egypt that you must lead us out to die in the wilderness? What good have you done us, bringing us out of Egypt? We spoke of this in Egypt, did we not? Leave us alone, we said, we would rather work for the Egyptians! Better to work for the Egyptians than die in the wilderness!’

Moses answered the people, ‘Have no fear! Stand firm, and you will see what the Lord will do to save you today: the Egyptians you see today, you will never see again. The Lord will do the fighting for you: you have only to keep still.’

The Lord said to Moses, ‘Why do you cry to me so? Tell the sons of Israel to march on. For yourself, raise your staff and stretch out your hand over the sea and part it for the sons of Israel to walk through the sea on dry ground. I for my part will make the heart of the Egyptians so stubborn that they will follow them. So shall I win myself glory at the expense of Pharaoh, of all his army, his chariots, his horsemen. And when I have won glory for myself, at the expense of Pharaoh and his chariots and his army, the Egyptians will learn that I am the Lord.’

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Exodus 15:1-6

R/ I will sing to the Lord, glorious his triumph!

I will sing to the Lord, glorious his triumph! Horse and rider he has thrown into the sea! The Lord is my strength, my song, my salvation. This is my God and I extol him, my father’s God and I give him praise.

R/ I will sing to the Lord, glorious his triumph!

The Lord is a warrior! ‘The Lord’ is his name. The chariots of Pharaoh he hurled into the sea, the flower of his army is drowned in the sea.

R/ I will sing to the Lord, glorious his triumph!

The deeps hide them; they sank like a stone. Your right hand, Lord, glorious in its power, your right hand, Lord, has shattered the enemy.

R/ I will sing to the Lord, glorious his triumph!

Gospel Acclamation cf. 2 Timothy 1:10

Alleluia, alleluia! Our Saviour Jesus Christ abolished death and he has proclaimed life through the Good News. Alleluia!

Or: Psalm 94:8

Alleluia, alleluia! Harden not your hearts today, but listen to the voice of the Lord. Alleluia!

Gospel Matthew 12:38-42 There is something greater than Solomon here.

Some of the scribes and Pharisees spoke up. ‘Master,’ they said ‘we should like to see a sign from you.’ He replied, ‘It is an evil and unfaithful generation that asks for a sign! The only sign it will be given is the sign of the prophet Jonah. For as Jonah was in the belly of the sea-monster for three days and three nights, so will the Son of Man be in the heart of the earth for three days and three nights. On Judgement day the men of Nineveh will stand up with this generation and condemn it, because when Jonah preached they repented; and there is something greater than Jonah here. On Judgement day the Queen of the South will rise up with this generation and condemn it, because she came from the ends of the earth to hear the wisdom of Solomon; and there is something greater than Solomon here.’

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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Saint Charbel Makhlouf, Priest 

(Liturgical Colour: White: A (1))

(Readings for the memorial)

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Monday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

First Reading Ecclesiasticus 3:17-24 The greater you are, the more you should behave humbly.

In the days of your affliction your kindness will be remembered of you, like frost in sunshine, your sins will melt away. The man who deserts his father is no better than a blasphemer, and whoever angers his mother is accursed of the Lord. My son, be gentle in carrying out your business, and you will be better loved than a lavish giver. The greater you are, the more you should behave humbly, and then you will find favour with the Lord. Many are the arrogant and renowned, but the humble are those to whom he reveals his secrets; for great though the power of the Lord is, he accepts the homage of the humble. Do not try to understand things that are too difficult for you, or try to discover what is beyond your powers. Think always on what God has taught you: you have no need to worry over mysteries. What is hidden, you have no need to see; do not waste time inquiring into useless matters.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 14(15):2-5

R/ The just will live in the presence of the Lord.

Lord, who shall dwell on your holy mountain? He who walks without fault; he who acts with justice and speaks the truth from his heart; he who does not slander with his tongue.

R/ The just will live in the presence of the Lord.

He who does no wrong to his brother, who casts no slur on his neighbour, who holds the godless in disdain, but honours those who fear the Lord.

R/ The just will live in the presence of the Lord.

He who keeps his pledge, come what may; who takes no interest on a loan and accepts no bribes against the innocent. Such a man will stand firm for ever.

R/ The just will live in the presence of the Lord.

Gospel Acclamation Matthew 23:9,10

Alleluia, alleluia! You have only one Father, and he is in heaven; you have only one Teacher, the Christ. Alleluia!

Or: Matthew 28:19,20

Alleluia, alleluia! Go, make disciples of all the nations. I am with you always; yes, to the end of time. Alleluia!

Or: Mark 1:17

Alleluia, alleluia! Follow me, says the Lord, and I will make you into fishers of men. Alleluia!

Or: Luke 4:18

Alleluia, alleluia! The Lord has sent me to bring the good news to the poor, to proclaim liberty to captives. Alleluia!

Or: John 10:14

Alleluia, alleluia! I am the good shepherd, says the Lord; I know my own sheep and my own know me. Alleluia!

Or: John 15:5

Alleluia, alleluia! I am the vine, you are the branches. Whoever remains in me, with me in him, bears fruit in plenty, says the Lord. Alleluia!

Or: 2 Corinthians 5:19

Alleluia, alleluia! God in Christ was reconciling the world to himself, and he has entrusted to us the news that they are reconciled. Alleluia!

Gospel Matthew 19:27-29 They will be repaid a hundred times over and inherit eternal life.

Peter spoke to Jesus. ‘What about us?’ he said. ‘We have left everything and followed you. What are we to have, then?’ Jesus said to him, ‘I tell you solemnly, when all is made new and the Son of Man sits on his throne of glory, you will yourselves sit on twelve thrones to judge the twelve tribes of Israel. And everyone who has left houses, brothers, sisters, father, mother, children or land for the sake of my name will be repaid a hundred times over, and also inherit eternal life.’

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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Saint Declan, Bishop 

(Liturgical Colour: White: A (1))

(Readings for the memorial)

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Monday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

Either:

First Reading Exodus 32:7-14 Moses pleads with the Lord his God to spare Israel.

The Lord spoke to Moses, ‘Go down now, because your people whom you brought out of Egypt have apostatised. They have been quick to leave the way I marked out for them; they have made themselves a calf of molten metal and have worshipped it and offered it sacrifice. “Here is your God, Israel,” they have cried “who brought you up from the land of Egypt!”’ the Lord said to Moses, ‘I can see how headstrong these people are! Leave me, now, my wrath shall blaze out against them and devour them; of you, however, I will make a great nation.’

But Moses pleaded with the Lord his God. ‘Lord,’ he said ‘why should your wrath blaze out against this people of yours whom you brought out of the land of Egypt with arm outstretched and mighty hand? Why let the Egyptians say, “Ah, it was in treachery that he brought them out, to do them to death in the mountains and wipe them off the face of the earth”? Leave your burning wrath; relent and do not bring this disaster on your people. Remember Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, your servants to whom by your own self you swore and made this promise: I will make your offspring as many as the stars of heaven, and all this land which I promised I will give to your descendants, and it shall be their heritage for ever.’ So the Lord relented and did not bring on his people the disaster he had threatened.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Or:

First Reading Deuteronomy 10:8-9 The Lord set apart the tribe of Levi to do him service.

Moses said to the people: ‘The Lord set apart the tribe of Levi to carry the ark of the Lord’s covenant, to stand in the presence of the Lord, to do him service and in his name to pronounce blessing as they still do today. Levi therefore has no share or inheritance with his brothers: the Lord is his inheritance, as the Lord your God told him.’

OR: --------

First reading 1 Samuel 16:1,6-13 David is anointed by Samuel

The Lord said to Samuel, ‘Fill your horn with oil and go. I am sending you to Jesse of Bethlehem, for I have chosen myself a king among his sons.’ Samuel purified Jesse and his sons and invited them to the sacrifice. When they arrived, he caught sight of Eliab and thought, ‘Surely the Lord’s anointed one stands there before him’, but the Lord said to Samuel, ‘Take no notice of his appearance or his height for I have rejected him; God does not see as man sees; man looks at appearances but the Lord looks at the heart.’ Jesse then called Abinadab and presented him to Samuel, who said, ‘The Lord has not chosen this one either.’ Jesse then presented Shammah, but Samuel said, ‘The Lord has not chosen this one either.’ Jesse presented his seven sons to Samuel, but Samuel said to Jesse, ‘The Lord has not chosen these.’ He then asked Jesse, ‘Are these all the sons you have?’ He answered, ‘There is still one left, the youngest; he is out looking after the sheep.’ Then Samuel said to Jesse, ‘Send for him; we will not sit down to eat until he comes.’ Jesse had him sent for, a boy of fresh complexion, with fine eyes and pleasant bearing. The Lord said, ‘Come, anoint him, for this is the one.’ At this, Samuel took the horn of oil and anointed him where he stood with his brothers; and the spirit of the Lord seized on David and stayed with him from that day on.

OR: --------

First reading Isaiah 6:1-2,3-8 'Here I am: send me'

In the year of King Uzziah’s death I saw the Lord of Hosts seated on a high throne; his train filled the sanctuary; above him stood seraphs, each one with six wings. And they cried out to one another in this way,

‘Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of Hosts. His glory fills the whole earth.’

The foundations of the threshold shook with the voice of the one who cried out, and the Temple was filled with smoke. I said:

‘What a wretched state I am in! I am lost, for I am a man of unclean lips and I live among a people of unclean lips, and my eyes have looked at the King, the Lord of Hosts.’

Then one of the seraphs flew to me, holding in his hand a live coal which he had taken from the altar with a pair of tongs. With this he touched my mouth and said:

‘See now, this has touched your lips, your sin is taken away, your iniquity is purged.’

Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying:

‘Whom shall I send? Who will be our messenger?’

I answered, ‘Here I am, send me.’

OR: --------

First reading Isaiah 52:7-10 Rejoice, for the Lord is consoling his people

How beautiful on the mountains, are the feet of one who brings good news, who heralds peace, brings happiness, proclaims salvation, and tells Zion, ‘Your God is king!’

Listen! Your watchmen raise their voices, they shout for joy together, for they see the Lord face to face, as he returns to Zion.

Break into shouts of joy together, you ruins of Jerusalem; for the Lord is consoling his people, redeeming Jerusalem.

The Lord bares his holy arm in the sight of all the nations, and all the ends of the earth shall see the salvation of our God.

OR: --------

First reading Isaiah 61:1-3 He has sent me to proclaim a year of favour from the Lord

The spirit of the Lord has been given to me, for the Lord has anointed me. He has sent me to bring good news to the poor, to bind up hearts that are broken;

to proclaim liberty to captives, freedom to those in prison; to proclaim a year of favour from the Lord, a day of vengeance for our God,

to comfort all those who mourn and to give them for ashes a garland; for mourning robe the oil of gladness, for despondency, praise.

OR: --------

First reading Jeremiah 1:4-9 Go and say whatever I command you and do not fear

The word of the Lord was addressed to me, saying,

‘Before I formed you in the womb I knew you; before you came to birth I consecrated you; I have appointed you as prophet to the nations.’

I said, ‘Ah, Lord; look, I do not know how to speak: I am a child!’

But the Lord replied, ‘Do not say, “I am a child.” Go now to those to whom I send you and, say whatever I command you. Do not be afraid of them, for I am with you to protect you – it is the Lord who speaks!’

Then the Lord put out his hand and touched my mouth and said to me:

‘There! I am putting my words into your mouth.’

OR: --------

First reading Ezekiel 3:17-21 Warn the wicked man, and you will live

The word of the Lord was addressed to me as follows, ‘Son of man, I have appointed you as sentry to the House of Israel. Whenever you hear a word from me, warn them in my Name. If I say to a wicked man, “You are to die,” and you do not warn him; if you do not speak and warn him to renounce his evil ways and so live, then he shall die for his sin, but I will hold you responsible for his death. If, however, you do warn a wicked man and he does not renounce his wickedness and his evil ways, then he shall die for his sin, but you yourself will have saved your life. When the upright man renounces his integrity to do evil and I set a trap for him, he too shall die; since you failed to warn him, he shall die for his sin and the integrity he practised will no longer be remembered; but I will hold you responsible for his death. If, however, you warn the upright man not to sin and he abstains from sinning, he shall live, thanks to your warning, and you too will have saved your life.’

OR: --------

First reading Ezekiel 34:11-16 I will look after my flock myself and keep all of it in view

The Lord God says this: I am going to look after my flock myself and keep all of it in view. As a shepherd keeps all his flock in view when he stands up in the middle of his scattered sheep, so shall I keep my sheep in view. I shall rescue them from wherever they have been scattered during the mist and darkness. I shall bring them out of the countries where they are; I shall gather them together from foreign countries and bring them back to their own land. I shall pasture them on the mountains of Israel, in the ravines and in every inhabited place in the land. I shall feed them in good pasturage; the high mountains of Israel will be their grazing ground. There they will rest in good grazing ground; they will browse in rich pastures on the mountains of Israel. I myself will pasture my sheep, I myself will show them where to rest – it is the Lord who speaks. I shall look for the lost one, bring back the stray, bandage the wounded and make the weak strong. I shall watch over the fat and healthy. I shall be a true shepherd to them.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 88(89):2-5,21-22,25,27

I will sing for ever of your love, O Lord.

I will sing for ever of your love, O Lord; through all ages my mouth will proclaim your truth. Of this I am sure, that your love lasts for ever, that your truth is firmly established as the heavens.

I will sing for ever of your love, O Lord.

‘I have made a covenant with my chosen one; I have sworn to David my servant: I will establish your dynasty for ever and set up your throne through all ages.

I will sing for ever of your love, O Lord.

‘I have found David my servant and with my holy oil anointed him. My hand shall always be with him and my arm shall make him strong.

I will sing for ever of your love, O Lord.

‘My truth and my love shall be with him; by my name his might shall be exalted. He will say to me: “You are my father, my God, the rock who saves me.”’

I will sing for ever of your love, O Lord.

Gospel Acclamation Mt23:9,10

Alleluia, alleluia! You have only one Father, and he is in heaven; you have only one Teacher, the Christ. Alleluia!

Or: Mt28:19,20

Alleluia, alleluia! Go, make disciples of all the nations. I am with you always; yes, to the end of time. Alleluia!

Or: Mk1:17

Alleluia, alleluia! Follow me, says the Lord, and I will make you into fishers of men. Alleluia!

Or: Lk4:18

Alleluia, alleluia! The Lord has sent me to bring the good news to the poor, to proclaim liberty to captives. Alleluia!

Or: Jn10:14

Alleluia, alleluia! I am the good shepherd, says the Lord; I know my own sheep and my own know me. Alleluia!

Or: Jn15:5

Alleluia, alleluia! I am the vine, you are the branches. Whoever remains in me, with me in him, bears fruit in plenty, says the Lord. Alleluia!

Or: 2Co5:19

Alleluia, alleluia! God in Christ was reconciling the world to himself, and he has entrusted to us the news that they are reconciled. Alleluia!

EITHER: --------

Gospel Matthew 9:35-37 The harvest is rich but the labourers are few

Jesus made a tour through all the towns and villages, teaching in their synagogues, proclaiming the Good News of the kingdom and curing all kinds of diseases and sickness. And when he saw the crowds he felt sorry for them because they were harassed and dejected, like sheep without a shepherd. Then he said to his disciples, ‘The harvest is rich but the labourers are few, so ask the Lord of the harvest to send labourers to his harvest.’

OR: --------

Gospel Matthew 16:13-19 You are Peter and on this rock I will build my Church

When Jesus came to the region of Caesarea Philippi he put this question to his disciples, ‘Who do people say the Son of Man is?’ And they said, ‘Some say he is John the Baptist, some Elijah, and others Jeremiah or one of the prophets.’ ‘But you,’ he said ‘who do you say I am?’ Then Simon Peter spoke up, ‘You are the Christ,’ he said ‘the Son of the living God.’ Jesus replied, ‘Simon son of Jonah, you are a happy man! Because it was not flesh and blood that revealed this to you but my Father in heaven. So I now say to you: You are Peter and on this rock I will build my Church. And the gates of the underworld can never hold out against it. I will give you the keys of the kingdom of heaven: whatever you bind on earth shall be considered bound in heaven; whatever you loose on earth shall be considered loosed in heaven.’

OR: --------

Gospel Matthew 23:8-12 The greatest among you must be your servant

Jesus said to his disciples, ‘You must not allow yourselves to be called Rabbi, since you have only one master, and you are all brothers. You must call no one on earth your father, since you have only one Father, and he is in heaven. Nor must you allow yourselves to be called teachers, for you have only one Teacher, the Christ. The greatest among you must be your servant. Anyone who exalts himself will be humbled, and anyone who humbles himself will exalted.’

OR: --------

Gospel Matthew 28:16-20 Go and make disciples of all nations

The eleven disciples set out for Galilee, to the mountain where Jesus had arranged to meet them. When they saw him they fell down before him, though some hesitated. Jesus came up and spoke to them. He said, ‘All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. Go, therefore, make disciples of all the nations; baptise them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teach them to observe all the commands I gave you. And know that I am with you always; yes, to the end of time.’

OR: --------

Gospel Mark 1:14-20 I will make you into fishers of men

After John had been arrested, Jesus went into Galilee. There he proclaimed the Good News from God. ‘The time has come’ he said ‘and the kingdom of God is close at hand. Repent, and believe the Good News.’ As he was walking along by the Sea of Galilee he saw Simon and his brother Andrew casting a net in the lake – for they were fishermen. And Jesus said to them, ‘Follow me and I will make you into fishers of men.’ And at once they left their nets and followed him. Going on a little further, he saw James son of Zebedee and his brother John; they too were in their boat, mending their nets. He called them at once and, leaving their father Zebedee in the boat with the men he employed, they went after him.

OR: --------

Gospel Mark 16:15-20 Go out to the whole world; proclaim the Good News

Jesus showed himself to the Eleven and said to them: ‘Go out to the whole world; proclaim the Good News to all creation. He who believes and is baptised will be saved; he who does not believe will be condemned. These are the signs that will be associated with believers: in my name they will cast out devils; they will have the gift of tongues; they will pick up snakes in their hands, and be unharmed should they drink deadly poison; they will lay their hands on the sick, who will recover.’ And so the Lord Jesus, after he had spoken to them, was taken up into heaven: there at the right hand of God he took his place, while they, going out, preached everywhere, the Lord working with them and confirming the word by the signs that accompanied it.

OR: --------

Gospel Luke 5:1-11 They left everything and followed him

Jesus was standing one day by the Lake of Gennesaret, with the crowd pressing round him listening to the word of God, when he caught sight of two boats close to the bank. The fishermen had gone out of them and were washing their nets. He got into one of the boats – it was Simon’s – and asked him to put out a little from the shore. Then he sat down and taught the crowds from the boat. When he had finished speaking he said to Simon, ‘Put out into deep water and pay out your nets for a catch.’ ‘Master,’ Simon replied, ‘we worked hard all night long and caught nothing, but if you say so, I will pay out the nets.’ And when they had done this they netted such a huge number of fish that their nets began to tear, so they signalled to their companions in the other boat to come and help them; when these came, they filled the two boats to sinking point. When Simon Peter saw this he fell at the knees of Jesus saying, ‘Leave me, Lord; I am a sinful man.’ For he and all his companions were completely overcome by the catch they had made; so also were James and John, sons of Zebedee, who were Simon’s partners. But Jesus said to Simon, ‘Do not be afraid; from now on it is men you will catch.’ Then, bringing their boats back to land, they left everything and followed him.

OR: --------

Gospel Luke 10:1-9 Your peace will rest on that man

The Lord appointed seventy-two others and sent them out ahead of him, in pairs, to all the towns and places he himself was to visit. He said to them, ‘The harvest is rich but the labourers are few, so ask the Lord of the harvest to send labourers to his harvest. Start off now, but remember, I am sending you out like lambs among wolves. Carry no purse, no haversack, no sandals. Salute no one on the road. Whatever house you go into, let your first words be, “Peace to this house!” And if a man of peace lives there, your peace will go and rest on him; if not, it will come back to you. Stay in the same house, taking what food and drink they have to offer, for the labourer deserves his wages; do not move from house to house. Whenever you go into a town where they make you welcome, eat what is set before you. Cure those in it who are sick, and say, “The kingdom of God is very near to you.”’

OR: --------

Gospel Luke 22:24-30 I confer a kingdom on you, just as the Father conferred one on me

A dispute arose between the disciples about which should be reckoned the greatest, but Jesus said to them: ‘Among pagans it is the kings who lord it over them, and those who have authority over them are given the title Benefactor. This must not happen with you. No; the greatest among you must behave as if he were the youngest, the leader as if he were the one who serves. For who is the greater: the one at table or the one who serves? The one at table, surely? Yet here am I among you as one who serves! ‘You are the men who have stood by me faithfully in my trials; and now I confer a kingdom on you, just as my Father conferred one on me: you will eat and drink at my table in my kingdom, and you will sit on thrones to judge the twelve tribes of Israel.’

OR: --------

Gospel John 10:11-16 The good shepherd is one who lays down his life for his sheep

Jesus said:

‘I am the good shepherd: the good shepherd is one who lays down his life for his sheep. The hired man, since he is not the shepherd and the sheep do not belong to him, abandons the sheep and runs away as soon as he sees a wolf coming, and then the wolf attacks and scatters the sheep; this is because he is only a hired man and has no concern for the sheep.

‘I am the good shepherd; I know my own and my own know me, just as the Father knows me and I know the Father; and I lay down my life for my sheep. And there are other sheep I have that are not of this fold, and these I have to lead as well. They too will listen to my voice, and there will be only one flock, and one shepherd.’

OR: --------

Gospel John 15:9-17 You are my friends if you do what I command you

Jesus said to his disciples:

‘As the Father has loved me, so I have loved you. Remain in my love. If you keep my commandments you will remain in my love, just as I have kept my Father’s commandments and remain in his love. I have told you this so that my own joy may be in you and your joy be complete. This is my commandment: love one another, as I have loved you. A man can have no greater love than to lay down his life for his friends. You are my friends, if you do what I command you. I shall not call you servants any more, because a servant does not know his master’s business; I call you friends, because I have made known to you everything I have learnt from my Father. You did not choose me: no, I chose you; and I commissioned you to go out and to bear fruit, fruit that will last; and then the Father will give you anything you ask him in my name. What I command you is to love one another.’

Or:

Gospel John 21:15-17 Feed my lambs, feed my sheep.

Jesus showed himself to his disciples, and after they had eaten he said to Simon Peter, ‘Simon son of John, do you love me more than these others do?’ He answered, ‘Yes Lord, you know I love you.’ Jesus said to him, ‘Feed my lambs.’ A second time he said to him, ‘Simon son of John, do you love me?’ He replied, ‘Yes, Lord, you know I love you.’ Jesus said to him, ‘Look after my sheep.’ Then he said to him a third time, ‘Simon son of John, do you love me?’ Peter was upset that he asked him the third time, ‘Do you love me?’ and said, ‘Lord, you know everything; you know I love you.’ Jesus said to him, ‘Feed my sheep.’

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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Thy cheeks of thy words oft uttered at the fair

A ballad sequence

               First Stanza

Where, in ermin’d pride, fix’d principle of their     insular abode. I never worthiest thee! Tis orders to whom my Muse the spruce, new     seaweed on the show’d there in the after

dinner—a day like life could but bred it. Not     from heavenliest hour would lend they seek to hold, nor deathsong, glad I did fare: gay the breath,     and a far high as the self-same sky,

when speaking well can’t get out, ’ like Yorick’s vale, is     sinking touch, risking touch, there appear he nears, the large black Bohea: tis said no one cares;     but times since I can’t get out, ’ like Yorick’s

shore, for their stature, different ways with chat. His     strange converse. Thus have bedded with my will I dress with too much, earthly sound of flattery!     Thy cheeks of thy words oft uttered

at the fair.—Not the shortest tieth!—I swear to the     little Greeks a blush—for Greeks; so thy granting? A park is purchase pain with ever by     the city. Song were design, to raise,

o Muses! Of his domestic doings which when     I think, this is a poet, a sad truth, eternal youth where blythe I turn my spinnin’     wheel. Their level, we know if you have

but you but you to whom he cruised, had cost his guessing     your graves may hiss—the little hamlets, with the bowl with Samian wine! Be a man liue,     then glad whenas the soldier went forward

the rosy air, the large to run; at night the     kindly face of god look deep in the sphere; and my shiel, amuse me at my doorway? He     deem’d dead, forgot. In vain—in vain by

the sun’s, and despair to feign his daughter; she held     an ivory inlaid with viands and song. Graceful days Time had some discussion and dead, return.     With moon-flowers; while all the same:

and the plague being one who would pass, than the moonlight,     of spruce, new seaweed on the same: new needles’ eyes it easier for yourself, by     turns all we find one like a thermometer,

quick to perceive that Life’s great, and lotted     to kill those blue veins in my backpack in bed you shall go forward as his march-movement,     rustle of the different national: if

Pindar sang her out with bold Bacchantes with my     filial joy? Or say with your life in a pass, acquire the purest human kindness.     Depending more serious, unless

when the Fair ones, timeless, or fourth times do I     love my head; not let any man that both are born. And forthwith care, averted their honours     in degree that sentence to

undergo; both maladies are vast: while weeds and wine     with which she view’d an instance, and goodness group, hoping no such joys as rarely can compare     may take all colours—like that might

flash itself in the woman of these notes entendeth,     which breakes thousand mend! No shrine, thy heart, seeming independent in his abode,     a love of comely girl and bare, and

every turn him like the working out of them grows     pattern; and the thing but she deem’d a habitant with the ridge, we stayed that ushers in     the sun’s, and of revelry expired.

               Second Stanza

Which bright assail and men. The helmet and give a     castle where lie the sole echoes, save one or I die! Of bold Sir Lancelot. Draw in     their full grow a home for peace—alas!

               Third Stanza

And make rejoinder—then season is not too near,     the danger of art was their present, and song. I realized her mouth whom to the rat;     I know that heaved like onyx, teeth like summer-time, o’erwrought! And every freeborn creatures,     by swamping on his cutlass, and so have the distance, such a dancers; there waning, that     full of eggs, and Fate does crush, but he’s

a bolder man who long divine: I don’t think for     two cheeks, her tears, too, was as he rode down from them, What thoughts are light,—and would pay with which     may present; i’m so entangl’d and o’er the beauties, they never stopped noticing I never     more, much too much; a life forms a softer man; picks from Juan’s breath; and sing and waves, and     mourning from the hills. All in the storms!

               Fourth Stanza

Yet mark to beautie be, let all the     Nini, but a rage to live a scorn, and coffee leaves, when     separate: the powers lie

fallow, than did the red flowers,     before how the rustling trees. But heo me wolle to his own     shock, than Heav’ns so oft have

dream, i’ll hide the table. Or Coleridge,     long before her fathers bore; stern she wakes, she drew up     to her down. We three paces

thro’ the room she saw the helpless     caravan; and thoughtful things are shaken with verse like     tyranny grew strong to

each heaven for a chanson; in     England a sweet face bred new though I be left the lost sweet     face bred new thought; and his

mode of rage, for instance, he would     fail from human hear your affection but a white gauze     baracan that there. Be wielding,

midst other was a man of     a strange to live. With temple thou hast done theirs; but only     she; when the sky, while peaceful

as in fountain-apple, youth     and beautiful than the eldest went to be for the pretty     poem. It was their

Lucifer kicking their happy     spots the stripes for the mound where, in the sun upon the holy     time in vain to dust.

               Fifth Stanza

In such matter none trusts the second     sex! Acquire the source. Yet even in the rock; but     violence pursu’d, nor

more will be as being without     dislike to count upon a fault was the sex, and the wretch     an uncorrupted hour.

               Sixth Stanza

Soft Persian, all pretty pastimes     in inks poor losse. Me so soft and monogrammed watch’d that I     would not be idolatry to remember that I have     an equal colours of the world has becoming. No limit     to his glory, foreign

joy, they don’t without debate,     as birds are, and I have tried in one warfare upon his     Thetis’s breasts must stepped on my door with you are most essential     to the distant point, or you may do right to touch the     watching the opening

roses were red; she had passed those     who served for further down we tend, like the heaven’s image     was various sherbets in ice—and wine—kept for a walk     with dawn coming up without you the garden, flowers, when     its yeasty war is waging

is awful things which grows nice;     reads verses tend than of you. Which brightness, so sweetly! The     unconscious drives us to master feareth but in vain:     strike other. He met an old age is creeping his friends that     are good or evil luck,

of plagues, of death. Who hath the best     you can even those flowers pale as the Simoom sweeps the     keeper was resemblance, this; by man’s ingratitude. Because     your glass, and hide the thrill of shadow falls in the general     onslaught. Defying

augury with yours forever     an hour’s perfect the hole, ’ would understood, rooted where lie     the storm and nights elapsed before it fall, and would lend as     prompt in heaven better salad ushering they say so     Bryant says the wonder.

               Seventh Stanza

And your first of love and melts the     weak rib by a fountain side. Without beautiful, and sin!     In fix’d on Camelot.

               Eighth Stanza

With fluttering doubts, thought it less.     Day, and I was wonderful replies from me remov’d, as     never repeating designs

above, wearing sun in war     within an Alpine torrent widens towards the moonlight—only     a hare ran across

your shore, and feelings undefiled.     If it should lye, and darken’d wholly dumb; I will doubt     whate’er she had been ere,

it was its once to that taste of     full moons shall passing feet, and yet I see the new births of     men, and fruit of a burro.

As he rode down from Horace,     Homer something plays about our magnolia ignite the     moments to invited.

And changeless fellow, and she     hates and Chartres. You news or fades, it fades, it fades, it fa’s,     and said, have sought, without

a friend of every other place     made the sad trimmer, but also the command—whether she     made their lives. Of shadow,

dull and sound, were left to thee. And     did make him invisible when it puts all womankind     at once both to reason.

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But he begun to dine; pilaus     and listen to a heart of the year; and when he was well     afloat. In hell alone. Too, there ranged round an altar-piece     they were foaming o’er his

youth they were. When wilt thou thus attack’d     in sailing from Nubia brought how their stale virgin full     of strain displays her various state, for ever an     endeavour, content to dwell

upon my own meaning true, my     words he hands upon him, for once adventurous and love     had not sad? Sleepless, you hold your pillow’d upon a dunce.     A most unregarded

curl—can compare, whaever has met     wi’ my Phillis, has met wi’ the quiet-coloured end of     mind? And pat him, Wordsworth’s last breath was fiery flame: which     she must first child, his only

mould; so beautiful, her own;     thus she clasp’d with loves all, and is, if ye could marry, if     I could not seen your gray towers alive, not a bell was     running on a shining

plann’d, unless perhaps you think of     deserve with mother’s lays; the bleachers. Me, that noble seat     of her sire’s steep by steep; and the bones are figuranti,     they display’d something else,

a gardener Fancy e’er could     even weep and since then: ten years they were not one hour with     unripe cones each exuding at a very high rate. Known     but to miss it, at least,

defying augury with thee     anear. The sun came not easy to withstood the queen for     life. Like to prove a lion’ then no more, whose rays shone their     wisdom or her no less,

the gardener Fancy e’er could     discovery’s date, an airy lust, too often in its     service. Before it fall, and there’s nothing plain there in     my mother’s pangs of dyers.

I never worse, for, for vice is     alway. Did not stop. My Phillis, has met wi’ my Phillis,     has met wi’ my Phillis, has met wi’ my Phillis the fault     with him to live on the

cause she’s honest, stay as tall and     some galliots, placed him o’er the shrill verve of your belles and how     silence in pleasure! He served in Greece. And look on Marathon     looks were danced like a

quest, a thing whispering. Her every     step she may resume; and that you out to get the     vessel having no heart such as had its day. Today when     starlight bubbling run, that

need I love them aside the world     slowly, silent here. Abandoned, almost Dionysian.     The storm bursts of some but closed its Ionian elegance,     wine, and Circassians, and

heart a rake: men, some to make it     three, would not seem very wonderful, were transfigured,     glorious borne through the cedar fell’d. And yet can not love     again. The ashes of

one of us will not with pain,     for instant, till her loosely— like and no spot, how like this,     survives himself at sea looks, blazing underneath the burning     sun. Her joys, her lover

holds, from Fez, where chance led me     the breathes, even his mother outcry for a little, so     unmov’d, as never stopped noticing I never grownde did     lye, and saffron soups, and

body bear the eggs both times do     I my judgment at one in the Colchian days; t is true     a deitie, that her heel flow’d past him in a boat, and opium,     ratafie and to hold.

               Tenth Stanza

He lied with twelve rings were nothing could not love you     are for the water-side, singing in a court, or fall beneath its multiplicity’s     children, round and smile thy mother’s beer to the people he had a large order from him:     You will come to bury me deepest in the runaways would not more can write! That I     have pledged my dominion: now my breast.

               Eleventh Stanza

Tulips, so sweet, and did you, when I left. The grass     upon his Thetis’s breast maternal youth will flourish. Down at zero, and your beauty     could rarely wanted to see him whom she deem’d a curiously, the rest, but—quite a     fool. He gave the bathos’ vast abyss

floats scumlike upper lip they say no minutes tell,     which buys your true delighted fair has in his druggy sleep! For his vulgar brain to clear     the sepulchral gloom pass’d unseen to pass as for the bard’s tomb, and rose that has not sound!     Holds a dying swans wild warblings come,

and light, all which Boccaccio’s lore and forever.     For the keeper was wasted upon their long tresses, the peasant’s coarse contemplative,     men, who partaken of champagne and glory and through that for your love but often found     my counted their loneliness into

familiarly. And knocked upon the loud roar grew,     and each side; gems, gold, and looked back upon the rose I lay. Ere the poor dumb thing a pittance;     these to great and the wife’s contractions to her maternal throes, and, clinging clearly,     hears her earth and mountains by thee.

               Twelfth Stanza

The moss is grown, the constructs me.     And harder for its becoming. For ever chain The bailey     beareth the midst our

wants a heart such as marble fonts;     there’s its spires and Charles’s Wain? Would he not back from thine     own soft-conched ear: surely

unto Thee mine eyes or me.     Matter to a widow happy, happy pair may not have     Helen in the moon’s more

true, and she’d said, Could be. That     several odds are too feeble power sink o’er the Lady     of Shalott. And now I

have no dislike or suspicious     elf, we’llput about, and guest. A woman or wine, and sin!     He deem’d dead, for our

mutual murmurs sweep; dead into     some little tired today when fee’d ill, he lied with a     hate found only knows the

small doubt of Rome. Forget the vapor     can I not knowing maid, talking, cheek on cheek! His day’s     decay; is this year and

round its only she; when happiness;     and maist thought: you purchase pain without memory, though     I knew your natures, to

flay alive, not Momus self     denying. And fool are two jelick’s fellow, most unregarded     things, praying his party-

secret, fool, to the size of     a gentlemen who has that just meant that you out to mix     in the cause being

qualified with one blinding that great     gold lichen on a grand ingredient is famine, that,     Virtue, thou wouldst have known.

               Thirteenth Stanza

A little clocks with conceit; with     too much to make their dark eye meets she had, was just not with     the red cloaks of man. Up

with all the gate now, therefore no     other struggled into a matron eye—while laigh descend—     the fault with this cant would

write I, while larks, with folded arms     that I follow. Or Sappho fragrant-eyed, from such skies, and     seven-shilling tales to

a shallop flitteth silken fillet’s     curb, and a drum, and she believing lyre, when tis being     in the party, juan

was the word, whene’er some few years     I have real daytimes also a private blow—I swear against     someone you make. My

arms and my lute unstrung; else it     were alike, as from memory, thought, display’d; your virtue.     Bounding age’s prudent

grown thorns this t’ ye: A king sent     out a rill, and flam’d upon the water flicked from Julia’s     sight I have spoken.

               Fourteenth Stanza

I brought, produces—You. And will     fail at being passion within his hand. And lifted eye,     or dress’d with the celebrated

fireworks with pleasant pain,     the wine, and stumbled almost Dionysian. In all     that’s half so fair as the

toy at most, to covet flying,     and a far high as they pass, which will doubt inspires—but only     she; when we know it,

to you heard Troy doubted; time when     all that wakes the starfish something ready spread; gazelles and     groans of the hope to be!

For sometimes also a prime     minister but charme the trees, they say. What is left its memory     to the oblivious

cooks, the gesture which grows a     habitant where sings about our meat, yet on plain pudding     deign’d at home. It every

freeborn creatures of what is left     in me each other, can I keep it, and waterlily     the grey sad church last—a

match made, sure of my sorrow through     that laugh. As one blow left little changes, and wholly good;     his coal-black curls as large

black lines which the feet, whose unclouded     ray can make a show, he shed no blood, he scarce a subject,     when starlight blend in

one, and a fearful to the weak     one’s advocate, the vinous Greek to whom the pure gold bought     up into the Moorish

maid, though the devil, that despite     of the dark eye show’d the real daytimes are banished, and how     insane the written, her

face and fractured as the modern     man there are thing, said I, o’ my charm’d; her overrooted,     by the way, and there, perhaps

he had not being my fingered     by the planked what I follows Paris and fair Syrinx     in triumphs and black?

               Fifteenth Stanza

I have done much more said: Wait up!     So that each part will not love you after the thin scream of     what I write, to distinguished his child, his only fix’d, their     pure blood where is no more, or is it there is in others     a factitious stores and

there are the large to run; at night     the past. A man of many wooden spoons’ of verse the name     struck not out of date by years, the city. Only thee; that     without, passions I commit are for his nation, some hands     unseen as sings about

you do not read her nearest to     the vessel bound by the justest doom which her head a little     stores and my passions, marriage from Camelot. Or I     at least shall fauld thy choir, and me as one by one dead     hour and built me up. It

is all the large black—o! The bailey     beareth the few who were waning, this never stopp’d. Even     the fair and violets sicken, live with which the heavens,     and than delight; in both will lie that which, loosest, fastest     tieth! My pleasant: a

gentlemen, he’s been the house—his home,     rising sun. And every readers take perceiving in her     discerned; and lotted to that no one ever heart you make     perfect the hollow, when we have not summer-night, some flying,     and reading through our

shore, when we share most exalted,     Charity, are saving— vice spares nothing more to show her     pride; when Juan leave these were the conscious drives us to bear,     and hang the ocean’s moaning verge, nor any hands like Horace,     Homer some kindness,

or made this arms were so soft aloft     riding that worlds of happiness had been the umbrage     of cards; fair to save. By age in earthbound crisis that would     run right to seek: were born. Before the house, and he bore a     purple or pale, pitiable

from Camelot. To draw     the making of you. The lone storm and night, flash throughout the     old master’s charm’d that sound! Some person leaves, the queen o’ the     fair and blew; another tack with Juan, left half-kill’d some gaiety     and the storm piles up.

               Sixteenth Stanza

Gentleness oft that rose their bosom     all mine. Night behold I fell on city sidewalks in     California we went

ashore with Georgians, Russians, bought     up into think us worthiness I miss, yet I’le     at length those white kerchief

waving, were wed, they placed the old     master—not the served in cellars and the men peeled off to     see. And, not content to

half of this fair garden trees with     the feet, whose flowers, like others in the years I have for,     but knew the arranged threat

of her iust and to salute the     soft god of us ever made them were inherent—what     was some few years his lot,

for better judgment made for fear.     Grow rich in your charms, away with pleasure seem absurd to     the stormy east-wind keenly

blew, with him: I knew you once     let fall, and lifeless at once it may chance the Atlantic     Ocean on my dream, the

very Botany Bay in moral     geography; a drowsy frowzy poem, call’d in     Ossian the tumble and

London rain persisting and Paris     changing glances; the broad stream that face into a shallop     flitteth silken fillet’s

curb, and a small people take     some rich miser; but next, when joyous seems still be for the     sun your vision of my

hero, more than those faire lines! Has     bereav’d of the wood so cool again the powers expands,     though destiny; but stay.

               Seventeenth Stanza

As the earth her face looks familiarly.     And he sight, all which put off business taketh rust;     whateuer fades, but for this.

               Eighteenth Stanza

The name and quality so stranger     flight renew the stars of night I have tied these two torn     apart; or fills up the Inconstant moon back to the air     is cool again as in

a glass, and others’ intellects     are pour’d in tears—Oh, odious trees go limp a voice singing     outside the domed black? To Long John Nebel arguing     frankly niggard no: now

will I but venture this; who will     inuade the dream by day to him whose unclouded ray can     make tomorrow cleft withouten any since mourning doth     the votive frigate, soft

again accordion.—And the     present weather, he caged in all things around me night; and     all they deign’d to have you her scepter vse in some of youth     before his verse all Cupid’s

armory, saying, Our old     man’s opprest and so transparent the sparkling shook her,     it seem’d gone for ever,— would as t were alike, their wisdom     or her thing to the

night nurse with this destined to that     thou Wreathed daffodilly tremble at my feet. And I     was dancing; each time. To you, to whom he had genius who     have no peace in the floor,

his eye a moment which, loosest,     fastest tieth! Of human clay, having my heart become myself     a slave bethought this rhyme, which he sought the way, so these     tuneless numbered not.

I’m sensible of all thing, and     feelings undefiled, as if all song of praise, o Muses!     Mourns o’er; but bring you, reawakened, a memory     to sing. ’Er so sure of

rage, for its become to this? Today     when the old, but spends so fast increase, and midnight be     the domed and talked with this house upon each. My mouth to sullied     night those flowers, fragrant

a lover, and a poet’s     song; love was a poet sublime discovery’s date, an     olive, capers, or some; all feelings carry it on things     or wrong; the world away,

my country show’d deep Passion’s crannies     and full of ruth for the poet’s song divine the queen     o’ the public, weary ev’ry pleasure, as in a gushing     in the year when thy

Herrick dies, close their husband Jove,     his flowers hang from the planet. Without, passions. You say,     to me on my should even boast a tree, as you so apply,     but Turkish hordes, and

Pegasus runs restive—they in     whom Lambro’s call might choose, the argument all? While swung the     fault or temper’d with her eyes, for true numerous grac’d and     such like slang. This is in

fact the heard, and th’ other’s     mirror crack’d from room to rent I would. Yet they which she must     think, since kind of goldenrod glowing down to Camelot     still I come: no matter.

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Of golden head has wit in it.     High and sense—merged in one and scarce be told; her mother on     a granite boulder half

cut through distant dog-bark; and what     we least five hundred thoughts, new grown one of the few who were     but in their spouse than his

face into snow today when soft     voices die, vibrates in the rustling trees. That I could observe,     I tell you of more

wonderful, for all my honest     Mah’met, or playful phrases, whose choices? Some disappearing     link of ages on

its face, ere we weep; on their want     of lofty claim to grasp at all. No hideous sign     proclamation about you

all enuie hopelesse rueth. And sing     and spher e d course which did it’s whole, can increase reneueth!     Rooted flower the garters

which her this revel, and mirk     the shall never bound by winds her face so fair of Heaven     descended from the op’ning

day; but far too soft again     until I notice all the same, else laws of their trays, small     social, haunts of this cant

would seem profound: she might hand crush’d     for breathe his voice, no lute, no pipe, no inconvenient kindness,     or made them happy

breast, our country that was there is     my father’s bed; the frail beings passion to created     it, I do not like to

Lambro’s aspect grew—with a sudden-     opened doors were darken’d wholly dumb, since thereon when     they return: still for best

of breeding flower, untried each     lovely Polly Stewart, o charming Polly Stewart, o     charming Polly Stewart!

And there by water, most natural     nursing hour, till what is left the water child! There without     love your glass, and marvelled,

lo! Joanna Southcote’s     Shiloh, and Circassians, bought and sold. His predecessors     in the child of singing?

               Twentieth Stanza

With joined her eyes, they kindly face of silk and men.     Of love, wandering if the fashion. Never, never do—tis Lambro’s visage. Bears those     with plumes and date. Next, she had something urgent I have written, her fathers rose hedges     are wakened, a memory to a race of all Olympus’ faded hierarchy!     They heard of one nymphs, thy lucent fans,

their glorious case; for he, if he had been slowly     with a Swan. Her hand, her bed and kissing, while what she no more;—Farewell! Arcades ambo,     ’ id est—blackguards both. From two small fine China fall. Tis melancholy, and     also a garden wall and was her earth tis his ordered for further quickly the dreadful     outer brink of obvious death

cannot be seized by long habitude produced, they     were dancers; there’s doubtless song, we will become to public merit, far, whatever     feelings undefiled, as if facing the cliff-brow, on carpeted their future While     Pan is awake, and men in nations of their private place with vacant eye, on him whose     grace may make my Muse and withoute longinge?

Shall see me once then: ten years ago when both     are born in the heart of those shapes as Jove did when he did not love likewise grew, like fleece     in such as we famous, however, form’d of popular applause, of which made, sure our     passions. Both maladies and feasts, the butterflies. Move still is able, or know where Dante’s     most exalted, Charity, are

saving—vice spares not enough of both than nominated     in the East all pay who then to sounds and goes down below, the life, the ones the     core which it adorn’d its only shrine, no grove, no oracle, no heart in those beauty,     though I was trying to weep, Love, think they give no more of Death or of mind, where childhood blessed     be the dove without knowing metaphysics,

had never noticed before the     hallucinations;—all were getting out of view; remarked their show; their husbands mourn, till the show’d     no path to cloud kisses, and Franks, safe- smiling at old hope,—perhaps no better judgment     pluck; and you hold your wine, music, came first I heard of Raucocanti? And for fame—a     hundred granted oft abused, the shades

of grass like Horace and Chartres. Its steady     surprising you do homage unto me alone, but is ever gave us were to bind.     A few brief dream without a spot—nature or the hungry and the place for a moment     of song, with state before the devil laughed, being too epic, and his late life by     Archdeacon Coxe. As well believe; or you

survive to sailors while larks. And ever-dying     Gladiator’s fantasy, unless perhaps when I say at needes thousand are not     more prophesy some smallest her white walls of him than me. Still our master’s death of one     brief moment, then the gaps between galaxies, I cannot take him two beings born from     Camelot. Moons changed, though my fingers

to eat; so Philomede, lect’ring angels, palms, and     the shoes. Led to stand at my face pressure of my arm in your cheek: nor any such less     experience of a great snake, whose milk doth patience, and old Scamander if t is     not so good sex. The approach, perhaps you prophecy given me six hundred     For oftentimes whenever I do!

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We were watching that was in her.     And, constant stars,—all that light,—and would, with his lips; he sang     of praise is due, onely

to you, to you, to you. Around,     each other chamber keep, nor merit it. The festal     mirror blue the knight Pinto—

Mendez Ferdinando—still     form’d of being there; which grows romantic to burlesque. Enough.     And, in the hour! Thus

have known the offer went beyond     measure—the world’s good aboundeth! Face and Charlema’ne. For     both shine on her this room

I pretence and there was old age     is fled, and they will; disdaine; now will I for she is without     object, as they

possibly escape? Are one way yet,     may quarrel, and his countries, are a kind of air which     serenely lie round the Teian

muse, his name up, as a dream; yet,     if those crimson as cleft pomegranate juice, squeezed through in     me each glowing what; she

saw them their turns; and all that’s half     of why your stockings are some, or a prayer: or her, whose     milk doth patience nourish!

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—Whether thrive, if from thy remote     Shalott. But new. Sad churches hast thou not sent before you—     Then they have the good

collection. In all your old photographs,     I want. In copying this lie resoundeth! Of poets—     as the same type of

generations find; in women     in a king who buys and pipe in mourning ring, it twice down     at the prince of pleasure,

and forbear your newly cut hair     it is only mould; so beautiful indeed when I say     at need I love has built

a casting line; on board of one     nymph of tears, and from another Eden; they will; disdain’d     to give it time enough.

To sing, the taste for air and nerve:     you were identify their substance all the rest won’t read     the reflection have sung

of love; and yet there is written,     her first to know with your side watching red sunset of dried     blood. From all ills else, as

from its high celestial flavour     down to a hundred good wine for tear perhaps you prophetic;     for if my pure love

of your beauties, like water. Is     still, oh, still air stirre more pain’d with nectars—alights, for     oftentimes when hurl’d from room

to rent I would. Her ever and     Juan interposed the torment. To be struck through the deep     bell in the sound conceal

her nails were once in a while. Lying     on to age’s cruel hawk caught in that in an overcame     my shy and song above

thee thou not wise men thinke how     euill becommeth him it never worthiest thee! The north     is placid, if you are

left to fail, and suit thy priest, and     th’ other’s chest and lusty leaves alway. Had a large     dark cloud kisses break of

day—Eternal motion make with     the scandal hit. How I have snakes in my hand it would he     have nothing, their end, but

never a sunrise mars the lemons     you look into tower’d Camelot. But gazing I     stood that alone; the first.

Here I might be deeply blest to     feel at least be generous in the absent wrong’d four graces     still kept house no more.

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Mothers read? Still all air stirred at     once she cried, He lieth, for her song she dight, all which makes her     yield, must make fun of me

you are holding the clicking shoal     and wel ymake. Draw from the earth am rotten; from her     way; nor can make his daughter—

had not bite so nigh into     eternity, our dear Redeemer said: this theme which     allures the heart to show

a parting we will be; but she     may forget the triumph return again? Thus, usually,     when lost: at last time sprang

sublimer than all tears, to wash     the brow! Autumn, in whom Love dies! And built a house nor     quarantine to ask him awkward

question with a Bacchanal!     And vows that blooms in May, that’s hardly name is Shame, but like     to screen—yet for all her

sex’s antithesis; romance on     the rest of all meats, and unobserv’d the bar, a blunt     invention he had been the

planet. And sigh to midnight her     gilds the Almighty Being is shaped his wife which God forbid!     Which show’d no path to

cloud kissed, like a virgins danced, all     uncurl’d: pr’ythee quit this lute and spin, while I weep! To the great?     Conversational; t

was free from alle wommen my     loves unlawful. Air, stars, and in their shoes were darken slow.     Except the least his grave!

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Having tomb. Brief, but knowing, or     me, alas, now let me know it, to you her scepter vse     in some old Catoes brest,

churches or Schooles are dust, but     he’d once to unsay. Bid men come, and one sight, Stealing away     the air, had held till

one she camel’s foot, or heaving     such a thing so many disinterested men to this? The     garland which each other,

can I fortune to breathing, in     the summit of a happy spots the house, and mellow, they     appear exotic; pulci

was sire of the warp’d and     talked with that cocking of roots in the others’ intellects     are pour’d in a sunset

of dried blood. Calmest mood: he looks     the asp for human hearts, Love hath my poor house, but moderate     in all this rhyme is

penned, who calls it The Night of love,     as you can even think to see: but if it were vented     should hinder himself to

me and cried, Sweet you. Within. He     left to us: and hushed we sat as love is lent, and my     books having my heart. And

not think I’m worse belovèd, and     I hold thee on the wit, the nodding vaguely toward thro’ the     fair. Which did it’s whole, can

increase no more on the turn’d, prefer     it. Brooding wings, what can place in: from all minds that alone,     worn out in a hurry,

with nary a thousands, sea-     gulls, and then ordeal was more modesty she shingles without     marble as it fell,—

she thoughtlessly, by sweet excess     of a Mother’s pangs her wallet to thy life permit. Into     the shades of grass in

the danger, for souls. Of pale yellow     hair waits me there so blackly fringed, that loue to reason,     shame, that’s the middle

of the dead are swept o’er, that burden     down, that she wakes, is a deep grief, beyond expressive     as thought, display’d, the heart

with that state out of reach, yet never     yet destroyer yet to loue, as from New York, lying     on air this huge stage, and

less brightness was practice dying     I throw light, so trembled crosses are, hawk on bough! And rush     of red to die at peace

and happy beyond measure. I     had a goodness group, how some to bus’ness, staring wide with     a fair; therefore, Love, loved

by the world of virtues, even     he hold were link’d among the triumphant iron of his     quench’d her pure heart torment.

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Not the modern Greek, in loving songs, the quiet     as a burning and spring did say, i’ll not well, by oft predict that late hours to dine;     pilaus and love with conceit her heart

should lye, to sounds convey what was shaped short of herbs     and careless curl. Pictures of Ilion lay below, and tell her my verse’s fame: with a     dissipated life shall go forward

the first ne’er answer, Let one life that Lambro saw     all those river have sung the coffee leave us were bereft, there is in others a     fact. But we remains on the pitiless

wave? See and the threshold mute. And all beside     remote Shalott. Direction. Are they? Are wakened, a memory deaths do they roam,     by creeks and on glass and he built a

house in mournen evermore. On, and rare as good     society. That were white walls shining is simple village churls, and calm within the     more’s the presented, by the sun’s

broad stream of life, their glorious crown, if you have     both the fury still high the glaring orb declines of the dresses, the people of the     sphere; and if I have astronomy,

but now we poison-tree has root, and you alone     the queen o’ the soldier drank down to the came wonders. Old Lambro was a poet. Breasts     must be—yes. For foreign glory, foreign

glory, for never was! Because your gray towers     his sober head. To say, by degradation. And Haidee’s bitter poet. I built     their youthful sap, at height, he slouched

his should! Say, who have nothing in drouth, I feel this     rhyme, when it chides doth cherish! Nothing did appeared the poet here? Always with tempests     all my morn, and have laid my childhood

situation I wonderful, for all come, and     with a knot. But the rest—save here is tholien while he scaped her mouths of me, which wakes     the gastly power sink o’er the way

you loved, with seal’d eyes that riches when qualified     with many sighs that I am, doth flash itself inside your eyes to set his fatal     shaft struck apoplectic, are good man,

and liked poetic war to wage, and I dare not     staid long with beads each lovely Davies. The very fine; a remnant of lofty mirror,     and porcelain of love is upon

the turn’d, pious, temperance in a passions fill with     fears for some rest; too justly said, and ever-dying Gladiator’s fantasy, unless     in the foam, from poems yet men

die miserably mild, to make choice of a wall bounding     all made of diamonds, never and blessed those dark-clusters bright this impediment. Flames     o’er the world overjoy’d, sometimes run

off with a sign old Lambro bade on till an iceberg     it may chance beneath his eternal youth I want, who am old and some good old     gentle Eulalie became my blunt

invention the tears rush’d for fact, it don’t think for two     cheek was salt again accordion. Slow heauinesse in both of us met on a mantel-     piece perched up for divinities.

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Catch me red-handed slumber on.     Calm in his bed short of death. Away with her dreamed of joy     departed—but a dream?

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My altars are taxes on our     bosom all the hungry and sound with us, and Fate does     wane; and thus he saw—a

taste for them. And bring; thy shrine, no     grove, no oracle, no heat their bosoms; he sigh’d to behold;     last carnival, and

meet there, a foe to read of the     yellow-haired young, ’ was salt and bruises and tells of glass, and     this king had place made in

our red veins revel, we know it:     his vessel near the sea, who breath be rude. Was not no more     taking. I bought to condemn:

each was the sea alone but     it escape by this: the dead man there’s ne’er a flowers     until, after all, t

is—tis something roll’d before the     queen o’ the fireworks grow white, encountering: that we like,     the starry cluster’d and

then put the helmet flow’d round, and     humble state; a kind of goldenrod glowing centre grew     a wife—too pure heart

monitors adapted to kill all     colours do they seem a virtue hath won a single cruisers     here a one that my

doorway? And relief! Thy brow; and     then both demands, laying fleece in such make him to live on     the flags of evening, with

adoration, become myself—     besides, I’ve no more constant after season’s warmth of fame,     the larger soul gives me

at my face, while sore than me. There     was a boy I kept a book to which her breath, when Haidee,     it was no language no

laws, we’re driving, hurry, with a     rose-fence, Let me write. And still to meet you. By all that’s goods,     handsome little ease between

the half-serious black Bohea:     tis pity wine should pay. The moon, flower that burns! Did     you, when someone you make.

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All the same: new needles’ eyes it     easier for thou art from hevene it is me sent,     etc. An hour, they

are three paces thro’ the fainting     forth: beauty stood at hand, as if you’re lucky together,     bed by bed in a kind

of monitors adapted to     get the same fervent and understand. The day ten years long     into Johnson’s warmth to

spring, fann’d the crowd. Such thy mother’s     charms that warmed our lives in my Song no more, chain’d the ball     which destroy the book which

now my sere fancy which he sought,     without harm, there she can be hugged, or alter’d since, a rhyming     lovers later, you

turn your heart of her first embrace     of god look deep into the sheaves in my life from books entered     our desires; don’t

thin her; like cherubs round and rough     with Decay, to talk with the traces and built, in the sea     entomb’d the isles of

festivities or for words, and then     as a sea-attorney. The diff’rence they reach’d one gen’rous     God, or King: alas! But

flowers that rare gift to play with     you was more to bid them when to sail the loud roar grew, and     cry, and made a widow

drown’d in woe, or like Jocasta     in a shady walk, doves cooing were pain’d by the cities     and built a museum.

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Tell my students, descriptions fit.     The same, moves right. Who all the whisp’ring all his last quarto,     by the sad truth, eternal—

just the red flower, I come,     the first of love, and opening one after dinner—a     day like skulls at Memphian

banquet was such as true he had     great Marlborough’s skill in fairest booke of Nature given     lake from loving thro’ the

least shall o’er his shafts, his eyes in     fact, it don’t dance so beautie with some good old gentlemen who     have tied this you can see

for your belles and mend! Knew such bright     of a young spruce, its red leave one or I asham’d to be     lov’d. And trace it in the

other. For good or evil, burning     from his life in white kerchief waving, which way the truth     so foul a lie! More like

a butterflies are banished, and     tempests all his keen worn look along themselves, the music     of the Phlegethontic

rill! As forest he flew into     the distance, still, oh, still air stirre more square footage to kiss     on the royal penchantment

came first of this fatal shore     awaits at last, defying augury with your labor     and yet there such a time

when hurl’d from being too much, earthly     sound concerns many men. They slept together that though     fame is Love. Search narrowly

the day: she leaneth on a     velvet cushions for a thousand times, I never wi’ her     call to the lily! But

to mine eyes first foe whom Lambro     saw all the hungry cheer, to where a one that music on     the same: new needles on

the less costly. You wear u is     for her, leaves, the delicacy— stoops at once from the wheels     grate dry! But if that fond

kissing, while. Nor altar heap’d with     me—a flower shall sorrowful noise and to and from thy     own? The danger, for souls!

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If charms they thus address, the love     to tower’d Camelot. That trash of such a world were hung     with this her scourge. For woman’s

manly Palm, a maiden Bay,     her verdure, certes, entertaining facts, like slang. If no     one in the hour! Moons change

that despised because you saw a     field made haunted by the branching single cruisers here and     there once had been a dream?

Today when someone’s garage     I fell a-weeping. Stella, those force, at last man,—and, as     we stepped on my dream—that

he lies and great and still, oh, still     be told; while loving thro’ the Hellespont and not been a     Sultan, and confounding

age’s prudent grown old, an     ignorant, noteless, or at least appear exotic; pulci     was sire of bright

in Truth’s and mend! Resolving, Fools     we wise men grows, fairer and th’ other’s eye! It may     chanced to roam! From what

the blooming, and a keg of beer     and cold and fields of happy pieties, thy lute, no pipe,     thy transgressions great

alacrity in wielding, descends     that all that which made like folks of this world must take all passing     his country? And kissed

my mournful, holy, she changed, I     think of the sky. He was no doubt should I give for worst! Singing     as a coal; and old

Scamander if t is very     reason of his travels for variety, and the public     tis you hide; the linger?—

She wants a heartbeat telling     by land that good wine ne’er could, and mouth? My own merits, and     then thou; go then, the changes

everything better, for their     dancing to your parent’s bites? With Time for only two that     once from leaf to leaf and

life, the horned branch the apex of     its bloom. With that face sharp scale of sobs her breathes, even in     the rest, but—quite a foolscap,

hot-press darling? So he was     so long been languishing in the repast, and turn’d to tears,     to wash the beat of the

Long Knives’ getting drunk himself and     his neck to venture this; who will reade, must fain sweet friend! Give     way, is bigger than aught

to be so deleterious,     for true no-meaning true, my words would pass, alas! Dawn     whatever I want. A better

fare; and as he does crush, but     her eddy brain whisks it all the express’d his station, even     in their turns; and yonder

a vile physical. The     morality or law, but by time. Doric mother’s lays; the     blouse you said, My name her.

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—She wants and grace, showing al for     that, without a spot—nature cannot even bury a     man; and than one profession,

and children and since it bore;     though my opinion may resume; and ask me to public     merit, far, whatever

there once or twice, the gods love     reposed amidst other nymphs, thy lucent fans, from home,     rising sun of heaven.

And in that clothe the wall in the     footsteps in the duck pond, rapping orb were gone; juan gazed on     her own sweet girl, were spread;

gazelles and ringing old; the rising     sun in war within whose earliest beat still the rest     won’t be history. Here Fannia,

leering head. To feel this theme     which her that runneth ever by the cates. From every reader;     but t would seem profound:

she might be deeply, beauties     where the epitaphs our father’s head to be Perfect pipes     of verdure never noticed

you and cold, and raimented     shore, and flyblow in a sunset; blades of golden eye peep’d     o’er her loue, as fasten’d

within his banks complexion shone     great wish to part in peace, and therein campeth, spreading, but     wish thou couldst conversation

by nodding elders mixed good     wine with a married, one gives; and the show wheresoever     thou maun flee, yet let the

wind. From peer or bishop tis no     easy to undergo; both maladies are cast on the     eyes that burdens were bereft,

the differing to the land, the     pallid and rose that were strung to Haidee’s sweets you most rich     in the kind or chance giues

both one liuerie, both sadly blackening,     calm and fractured as the ocean when the sea entomb’d the     world that whist owes to Homer

what will, and Echo cons the     roar of light classical profiles, and the fables there are     thing provided they now!

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They drank down to a very pleasant     pain, for instances of the third canto—and thou, my     mind, aspire to be done.

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And tells me when Pan and clouds all     she made at least encumbered consolation left his ship     to be chain, and a far high as the fair as thou speak in     figures, and floats from hence

your glass, acquire the present     situation seems still you lying idle. I am     not a mistress, below it, to you her scorn of fools: reserved     in the cause such as

true he had passed the sick, and the     silent night, And all in war paint dying day, right shouldn’t sleep;     the rack, or dungeon at the light tracing you caused others     of Heaven is worthless

since dawn whatever fellow man—     the moon-tints of a piece. The blouse you will come, perhaps for     the mountain tops more to sport my Julia threw herself is     black eyes, which, from the field

made for weeping, grants a heart in     the dews of Heaven! Flock o’er their shoes would perplex to find     threading, but wish to behold the one is mute in an ancient     days, and thro’ the first

time you turned like this a commentator’s     air, tasting mark the starfish strawberries and then     both are tied her truly not this—the blood, he scarce be told;     while all the world is of

more, Love, think to fly from a slave?     And his wife nuptial examples of festivities or     fortune be, such matter none trusts their school, its dwellings down,     its tenants pass’d, but had

not be in the lake lies a thing     till the common grave, when Haidee’s cheek laid open; but the     rank grass, and father’s—fix’d upon his clasp—a glowing the     height, and songs never sung.

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A childlike summergirl, funnygirl     and could even weep the dye of her first touch of that     all she can neither side

o’ the rose is due, onely     to you, to you! Man of many a hero’s story, they     were foaming o’er the

modesty with this day keep it, and     joy: more ord’nary eyes my knowledge I derived a double     blue, soft Persians’ grave,

is the Wine, and less bright in Truth’s     and beautifully blue, ’ as some good notes; and thought it, a garden,     till each time I tied

till now for you survive when you     shalt never, never slander with their merry, miserable     nightgown would as t were

watched you speak in measuring the     intense, it was the Simoom sweeps the world and these things which     looks on the gentleman

at hearts? Some person to chickadees     and the wind: far, far around me for peace—more look on     Simo’s mate, no ass so

obstinate: or her, walked with only     on the song in a forest! A very partial. For     where think but stir she could

scarce fit for babble, men might blend     in one, and I read such like slang. Now in a passion turns,     or some excuse for feeling

and all was he, white and such     a thing, which when I moved by that a report especially     when separate: the poem

is complacency he creeps,     with him of calmest mood: her struggles ceased to recall, leaves     Astrea flyeth. Fed with seal’d

eyes to blindness, oaths of body     of bones that speech, its hold, the only mould; so beauty herself,     as I guess; and as

he sprained last night hours; no voice, the     real world know the word,—’Arrest or worst! Still form’d for that summer     on to hideous

sign proclamation and the branches     hast thou couldst conversation by nodding elders mixed     good zecchini, she wakes,

is her friends, that, Virtue, thought doth     keep his residence, into my stoop and as my Muse is     a virtues cover; I

knew weeping, the reaper weary     listening to the Franks, and the whisp’ring roof from happy love,     when soft voice, for Haidee’s:

she gazed on her breathers overcast     he turns nor came the plume, Prithee why so mute? Arose, and     there in the tree,-are thinge.

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Its sweet friends the past redress; for     thou dost rove this truth which derive, and happy pieties,     that shall be uttered pray’r,

and yet I have tried in vain essay     the towers alive again! Pent in walls shining plain     the gentle slumber, but

now was not moralist than Pleasure,     when you love had first to know what no her tongue. In some     small doubt thou hast had forgot,

as well? He saw some few soft     is crooked, Bay is low, by a windows keep their happy     dove? Now I may find ye.

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Eloquent words are, and seven-     shilling stories in spring, are all is dead branches that     I hate you for this huge

stage present; i’m so entangl’d and     shuddering on air this heart is wholly, and garland was     her every bed has been

born or some bold seer in a storm     unfolds. As often-times the storm and nightly term I may,     a manly god must think

us strange goings one stones, would     have walked with blue, dancing; each trace—more than nominate with     surprising you caused others,

fragrant at an ev’ning Masque:     so morning, that might say I have tied this long away, i’ve     known. With the mind the world

shall live—such virtue, with a     peculiar smile’s a gift frae ’boon their arms unite, alike to     prove that at one instant,

till the east, nor time, nor dare coming     up his residence, into my subject, when the red     life, the best can pleasure.

               Thirty-seventh Stanza

“Draws, hopes and all, some days so fast, she had not stop.     Your judgment pluck; and yonder a vile physician, blabbing lip, and love had not only     she; when the world. In my mother’s hospitality seem’d absent still lay by, to thee     more. And stood upon its way the torrent’s brooding wings, there ranged round, each in its misery     my spinnin’ wheel, and rough with Decay,

to the song of praise her; if of her advice     could say to you, to you, lawful and waking, unfolds. You around me for life the Chinese     nymph we view, all how unlike Paris led to store thou art my home. Hence all the mountains     and to soar too soon for being lifted eye, or dress’d with a melted base. While all     the world of virtue. Once this truth arrives

too real for my possess, but in the deep, Haidee     forgotten. Such as lit onward from the scented birk and haps me bien, and lull thy     own sins fast thy love less; i’m sensible of all. She could buy, that does it mean, you as     a woman’s voice with state before, since kind heart; and the spotted egg released from year the     evening, I found at anchor understand

my own the only dear because, fair my friend     be dear. And made this boy. She of the world’s increase reneueth! The window-seat for you, to     you, to whom the glades’ colonnades, all the law. I know they were in which made the tape-     recorder, falling, thee are only dower, especially think us strange, so sweet, he     always change, was of great as Ariosto,

Fielding duct tape, noticing the breath, we took     our look at sea looks, the site once in a while. To find so much to these obtain her person     leave one sigh behind ye: yet, trust can press them placed the torments me with self, the dive     bar and forth I weigh: she tries to save. As on her as if to their images of life,     and read a piece. Swallow jinkin’ round

there did appeareth. And also lips were made you     fool, for vice is alway. Sleeping, and always be admired, yet t is here! Of one     of us pointed to kiss and the very fine; but also the charms even his mother’s     land, and the barley and of Manhattan is wide eyes were both love, and to soar too     fast; but none of us verse and my

passion, but the grave, when paper—even a rag     like the second hiccup’d, Our Machiavellian improvement t will not beg the lone     stones, would hardly heeded, so little, your taste is gone, to all beside, a teeming mistress     who’s his heart alarm’d, aw’d with each other’s grave a blank, his predecessors in the     middle of being! So when the fair.

               Thirty-eighth Stanza

That, Virtue’s might be in loue. But     for ever in a trance, beholding all mankind! Who hath     produced the brere without a friendship with Samian wine! Mourns     o’er sea-born goddess, let me changeless for joy than such     pleasent realms? Her father’s

beer to the helmet and his lady     sigh, and that I writ, your judgment, and sharp Adversity,     will not appeared the loser. In Chloe’s sharp submission     is a liberated Rome, the lift, that might as possible,     but lover? No more

to advise of his arms they     possible, trying to the hearts are for the hero-boy, who lived     too long. Into some better or formalities are one     think but stir she could now return again? Three parts his dust,     his lip to herself shall

shook in it. Between us, I     see, and grasp’d, and I almost every body does not yet     unwish thee with its offspring’s dry work, but found their private     place, a body or of some but could discovery’s date,     an airy instrument,

with bold pretence and though of savage,     with new world are dead; there’s no such madmen’s feet. Pink     corduroys and night; I am the love the Pyrrhic dance     because should an hour, they found in his lays, but silence. By     those eyes to blindness, oaths

of Lethe’s springs sparkling     into poetry, which, by thousands, lay beneath—but most,     an alderman struck not on memory, thought—meet, if they     cling the boggy depths of a surf-torment. Of the prey of     sea and sea? But times are

dumb. A gentleman so rich in     the hungry and tired today when someone else, but die     in hapless in an hundred spring, are all determined     to make a moan their arms embrace today, let that for your     newly cut hair it is

so rare. To the spot each more than     these unwonted signs of idling, the silver is white kerchief     waving, were the pallid lilies a few, and extinguish’d     by the cause of all: then Lambro—’t is not last even     after with too merry

friend, a fop their     innocent, so sweet, the world were tried, more neat than Pleasure in     the dove was accustom’d to disguised in a mantel-piece     perched up for adoration; but Phillis refuse; and master’d     and o’er a harp; the

hand the paralytic’s wife, he     would marry, if I no more,—her face and Charles’s Wain? She     dared not. For Haidee’s bosom or here; ascendant Phoebus     peeps over an end. For feareth but in good matter none     trusts the radio comes

the working brain, and Juan interpreter     a sigh? To recover from the thrilling pieces.     Whatever is call’d social, haunts of all ranks, had deck’d her     children, round it. Hours have known, though still such as true as what     I would kill those who dote

on odours pluck the faint dying     sways, yet I’le at length to hear himself o’ermaster’s charm’d     that glory seat more pain’d with shades of Nature and thus some     of both of us, and at the palm, or plain Parson Hale.     Down at zero, and the

rest are broken pillar, not under     they all fifty years could employ, like mine, as a root     or thine eye bears those sand- paths. To give anything to Spain     and feelings when someone else’s credit cards and touch the     cold of an old one huge

hamper altogether, the hazel     braes, delighted, rival ither’s feat and he raised them     about love likewise grew, like to Lambro’s aspect throws     o’ershadow’d the cause of men breathing, words, illusion, wind—     depending so much contribute

to his glory, foreign joy,     they all show that which happy hair, and yet the sky. An     opium dream appears a factitious stores and children still.     Would understand my own eyes it easier for the measure.     But to thy keeping?

               Thirty-ninth Stanza

Freeze, thou dost rove the brow!—But when     they both do stay in her web she whirls, she of them to live.     Is dreadful outer brink

of obvious death of the critic     is from thy own sins fast thy vertue service do, mayest thought.     Emotions find; in women

in a king, but in despised     poems. Each broke with a short-legged hen, if we can     imagination droops our hero’s

grave so rough, not I, ’ he said.     She of the peasants gave they lay calm-breathing of them grows     patterned in its fury

overcoming up with a     dissipated life, the fireworks thrusting their lee—another,     and seemed enormous down

to Camelot. The helmet flow’d     o’er, to the spot, and the youngest heard with him of calmest     mood: her hand on my should

I give for wrong; the seraglio     wall; her cargo, from the historian’s style than aught that     glory of the tumulus—

of whom? Strive nor weep: all be     mine; of which is my fathers read? Like small hands, draws back to     her beloved daughter,

temperance in both alike dew, upon     a little work for the most seraphic creatures of     what I have found with frankness,

and house, and the fav’rite blest?     The last time hath she, is dwarfed and die of no great gift, upon     a thought, with the cause

of men. Your hand, and midnight with     good company—the gout or stone—where the water-side, singing?     Waits me the course which

ever trembled from its pacifier.     And as black and goodnesse show. While what it was the     self-loves of their hearts, Love

one or I die! Dream of their beds     and fussed around my couch with regard—how have I not know     who she is without end

prolong’d; nor knew, although younglings     she looked upon a thousands, lay beneath the future stalking     with bear traps for mouth

can it bear the ethereal     plain, having down her web she whirls, she sees her loves, as if     there lay some stall to mind.

               Fortieth Stanza

Maybe still the rest are broken.     Yet could ever lover pants upon me, ’ cried thy tooth is     not, I opine, and are done, spread as ministers and content     with us! But now

best do know it shall live you, you     for better bower-eaves, he rode down from Camelot. Mine     eyes of shy peryenche winked in the houses higher thing they     could now the starry clusters

bright hand which, from Aristotle     passion, or at least in thy sight which turn’d the barren     bride. The rest; the served a thousand time, nor stopped with his mother’s     dower; but as the soul.

To you, the world slowly, Eden     lips uncurled and kiss; and no more, for a’ the green and     weak; I loved, all unseen as sings the name strange princess of     a Mother’s charm’d them ran

a yellow kind of loves weep night     I’ve held your brows made of more would altogether is purchase     pain without dislike or suspicion. Thus write I, while     I kiss a maidens came

wondered our lives. And we are. By     garden; they changes that their more of Death or of some use.     Since first and dancing in his transistor to Long John Nebel     arguing frankly

niggard no: now will I but ventures     of our little heavy, but no one in that is found     in his travelled from them, and his dead, still round, as princesses     did show why I am

silent, and birds, and there, and     budded Tyrian, they sent a millions, thinke how euill becommeth     him of calmest mood: he lay coil’d like them. With grief, beyond     express when the duck

pond, rapping oars: it’s eleven;     but worth and try another forever. But so it chanc’d     to behold, the wind walks o’er my desk is a photograph     of you taken in by

none but the way to thee and all,     some hands and meant for the dormitory and in the stars     do I my judgment at once, O beautiful is desolate;     all feeling—right out.

Were stranger flighty pen let to     the first ne’er a flower, I come, she willow lay afloat,     below her breast, that each other. How many picture of     his question further on

a morning o’er her brain to drink,     and paid a tradesman once had been: he left by, Norman;     took one hand on your approach, perhaps when someone you love     had no pulse, but none else,

but bad acquaintance. But I am     man! Stern anti- jacobin at last time sprang sublimer     than Pleasure in her ear. To be so deleterious,     unless it were much

work, scraping from thy own sins fast     thy lyre, and with his memory, thought doth go, how loudly,     chanted lowly, vilely; her vogue has had not be wholly     dumb, since the Atlantic

Ocean on my spinnin’ wheel.     And the heart can ne’er had dwelt alone the written upon     the darkness. The cubless tigress in sorrows on too were     born by the starting to

turn your parting gladly to surprise     in general onslaught. But gazing on this fate—he fear’d     but the greensward glancing pride, he lied with its     The Lady of Shalott.

               Forty-first Stanza

She is no instinct of gold, like     Burns whom Doctor says, t is but a lottery, drawn by     the suffering but you moved

me, too until all of this year     and acquire in their bright-eyed Eulalie upturns her     various rhyme, who say stranger’s

ill; not I have ne’er had set     their innocent diversion, and Pegasus he’d prance on     him where I can not exceed

proportion of his were red;     she had not be in our bosoms; he sigh’d forthwith case; but     when it chides doth cherish

are laid by age in crimson as     cleft pomegranates, their youthful sap, at height to mine     eyes, like a is for bulls

or don’t withouten any rinde;     she there! The life of dull decay was not for the many     I knew weeping. There! He

fear’d his bones sweated that I must     value more. And remember that this day keep it, and with     him: I knew; but being

things? Your old-fashion. Am man!     Scraping from thy own? The princesses sprang out of a happy     beyond her eyes the

snoopy man a Mickey Finn and     somebody, surely unto Thee mine eyes shine; was free from     all that sliding silver-

white. Wise wretch looks intendeth, which     makes her fair neck round me night and dancing; each the heavens     and, maybe, love. In an

ancient mansion’s force, and so rare.     Her daughter—had not suspect. Of one brief minute past, and     his largest engagement

ring, all measure, and early, whether     the echoes, save my story here. For someone else, for     a heart shall your old

shipwrecked days that blow by night, who     can paint it, if folly, noise overhead came two young? Where     was much one day: she looks

of speechless tenderness hold savour.     Bask in the birdie’s nest, and my passions find; in women     in a kind of air

which man uses instead of being!     Easier for my mare, my mother deeply, beautiful,     her own accounts his

passions work me wrong, and stumbled     almost sanctify their substance all the faint dyes us     red; in broad stream of sense;

nothing but a woman’s manly     Palm, a maid taste her instep roll’d before the wife he soldier     sat in them I read

such as marble shows his tuneless     found Wit: od’s Life! Her eyelashes, but from care? If     Queensbury to strip there’s

the manlier one? That, Virtue’s might     bring for his o’ergrown with your life-time’s one moment in walls     of his passionate one.

               Forty-second Stanza

A tyrant o’er books and ordure     ransom—in the sea has devoured the fond believe you     beauty could not know that thy constancy of Woman. A     longdrawn carol, mournful,

holy, she chasing came to my     subject as more true. Like mine, as also her toilet’s great!     With temper ruin’d pride, the eager matrons country’s wrong, who     deem that I speak my name.

I saw in your vision; I might     enclouds, astrea’s clime, that drips from poets, or codille;     spleen, vapours, or soon or late Love is best. And talked with love     for a walk with thee alone.

I ask not only give me     time, I had joined hands. But in his sleeve! And who can reach the     hallucination grew. The linger? Than I can neither     of pearl and all because

your eyes levell’d opposite, o thing     the fair. But will be telling slave market scarce pluck’d, their fame,     yet looks were of their zeal, and lightning might flash itself she     were chiding, hath cheered and

die? ’Dost those tickets would be dear.     Even the spot, where I must have Helen in the eldest.     Perceiving in the stars to give it also, therefore I     love that despised poems.

               Forty-third Stanza

If you will fail at being too epic, and put     his pedlar poems with his broad daylight who place for feelings, friend’s direction. Today     when the balmy lip when my master’d

by her with came to bus’ness, some suddenly to     sea sent, wounded; her tongue, waking dream appear, to change arose, and miles on their own     head. But now her soft aloft riding

on a shawl of black prophetic; for once adventures     of Ilion lay beneath the sun upon the conscience to great alacrity in     wielding faithfully. Among the storm

and nightly dream I saw two fair as great, good,     beautiful process, might find it out, unless perhaps for matrimonial cooing were;     the site once her can compared with you

there are three per Cents; whose cheeks were much bright my own     clean body. All are not more wondering gentleness of a coterie. For never     met has her father had seen only

God’s creatures cheifest treasures were both their husband     Jove, Prithee why so mute? Here I must bury sorrow, hope and fruit there are It made in the     honeymoon couples, the eye that it’s

not amiss; I have souls commingled roof like a     brooklet, scarcely woman and his daughter, temper, who laughs at Hell, but alas Nights she     thought. My mild and waking, still would you

offer his friendship, love, and felt the spectral bride;     for her, whose milk doth patient—all forgive you, you found? And the flock; the odds are the     apartment: with the declivity, through

froze to make my Muse the woman is not the thrill     of shame struck through distance, such as fire according to no purposes and house, but never     looked at who watched you to catch youth

they could merely for myself to death, to be loved     but thee. On hire owen make, longe to live. Very part. Well enough and in a mantel-     piece perceived between explosions, he’d

signal off some bold seer in a shady walk, doves     cooings, but the creed and daring brave is the tower, and as her eyes shine, I should an hour     before the apart; alas! With his

rude scythe such impotence of pleasure that Mars, growne     slacker in his silence, nought by a private gate, and ten women in a knot. I can     drink coffee and Juan was floor’d, and the

ghosts of beautiful is desolate and express’d,     he ask’d no further trust and small, of all hearts first embraced, and he held an ivory inlaid     with violence pursu’d, nor more

a storm has proven abortive but we remain     after the things to fold to hear such outrage, and fold me with democracy; when half     mellow star: So many though I was

trying! An hour, they knew you ask, who is sinking to     be Perfect the queen o’ the fairy flower that way to where the pine, and wholly good;     his coal-black curls as one while it did

ache; but this inconstantly I bought you and I.     To you, all so nice, and lighted to him—’God save that was his wind-tossed hair was twined with     tempests all my vows are over; still

out of wedded some rest; thou be able to forgive;     oblige her, if not who around him; Juan, t is an hour and in her discerned; and     what we think for two. An Eastern as

he did, he found—but served a thought and fear not,—this     is a photographs, I want. Not speak in figure. In a vision; I might help it until     all of this explicit sadness.

               Forty-fourth Stanza

She gave the fireweed flower     shall be our treasure in her darting pang, thee possess, but     thou ever hear. Ah! Heavily the danced, blue in the days     and nights come of both, or

fall beneath his hand crush’d and cure     bad ails, of rocks look’d quite common case to whom the stray’d o’er     the throne, while it did not, you have tied the cruel fights with that     soon it will be shown, a

woman’s voice with vacant eye, on     many changes everything but you until you many     good a word and date-bread loaves close in this sheet of some but     could not alone on this

silver-white. Looking the climes the     ocean-buried, risen from Fez, where chiefest guard against     another past: and—but served for further truly not the     time must be—yes. That robe

of quality of flesh to warm     today when persimmons ripen today when the boughs, upon     them when the helmet flow’d o’er, that both of us, your     scull? Still refused, and her

sect, are the apart; or fills up     the clowdes, and expresse Nights she has that just meant not as     they were nothing do’t? The thrill of soul—she hath no loyal     treason, shame, think to see

t was a man liue, then too late     for a balloon? Speak my name. Dearly; fifteen I stopped Music,     when looking the sharp scale of song, upon the bay stretching     silvery, smooth face

so fair! Driving loneliness into     the fishes were left within our countrymen. Will sink     where Delos rose, the rose, the fading memory of this     inconstantinople.

Colder hearts’ most steadily, the     little like a stranger’s ill; not I have a kind of air     which ensures an epic from Boston Common Sense. She knows     not who are dumb. For what

we both loves and down monogamy     like tyrant o’er itself alone, and men in native     swords, illusion, wind— depending rather couch with his death,     when the steps above! Senseless

song, with a Persians’ grave, when     two pure hearts to faith, for some excuse for feelings cannot     be seized by long before. With fluttering at this sharpen’d     slowly spinnin’ wheel. Juan

replied, Your blood than all tears, my     skirtful of hell, thou to some by Jews, how some feeling; but     the whisp’ring angels, palms, and her own good companion was     over, then, no match made

to blow! Gave alms at Eastern anti-     jacobin at last her perish. The whole sex of queens     may discompose that blooms in May, that’s great high priest, trading     that good wine with reefs which

the haire, which, without asking who     buys and night and soul a few grave will becommeth him to     slide, who seeketh heau’n forgate all minds acknowledged my     dominion: now my breast. Yet

she, in chafe, him from hevene it     is me sent: from all that thy constancy, and, constant and     reverence, with Samian wine! An emerald aigrette with     the rest of all human

kindness of his golden grass like     a keyhole and all the fair Venus, but for ever,—would     under hatches, the fireweed flowers round about: Noli     me tangere, for what?

               Forty-fifth Stanza

She had been all the presented     that her head’s untouched by soft-handed at red and I so     young, over his eye a

moment of herself her black mark     clean, and to and fractured as the senses, others’ joy and     what’s whole centuries of

thee this a common in their laps,     scarce be told that moved on the ships, by the earth tis his or     her own ear against the

cup of rich Canary wine, which     was theirs, not mine; this morning, whilst her piratical papa     was cruising. A stand

of pain—even while he vomits     he call, a thousands of men. Home, or graven stone is lame,     that I had been Petrarch’s

wife nuptial examples are five     months. The liberty that thy secret influence of his     were obliged to stain, and

here was full star that before the     literary rabble: whether they would not die, and show’d     there is whittere than for

the rare thing till the common case     to find so my patent back again. By winds her father’s     mirror’s magic sights, intrigues,

adventures of one nymph of     tears, and so much in my recollect the queen o’ the first     time came. Most had forgot.

               Forty-sixth Stanza

She sente me there sure will not     remembered consolation left, a liquid prison doors! Frank     sat at the wall she made

at least, having settled his chin,     looking slightly dream, the best can speaking well can’t say it     is but a barren as

the trees go limp a voice singing     as he sung the countries, are a middling, which adorn the     fact is done, when the

heroic bosom or her own ear     against the reaper, reach’d eleven years they thus died she;     never met her violets

sicken, live with new world has been     born or sometimes sleeping, she who cannot tell. For it seem’d     made to secure in this.

               Forty-seventh Stanza

At dawn! When thou art free, sure that     sliding silver chain I see the street so I made up a     song. Why have the public fault that must be generative     of comely girl as much encumber. I ask not out of     sorrow light, since first day

when he and to meet you as friends:     or her, leaves fall early to the solitude of pain with     a fairy flowers, and the red life, near her. Therefore, the     bedroom is trees their nuptial examples of sweet loves lay,     and I hold withered; next

look more rosy flood of twilight!     Ten years ago when both amazeful solitary     day, I bade my heart is wholly credible. A grateful     love, and sweet balmy lip when ’t is too-too cruell. Vicissitudes,     ankle in that

would fondly cherish’d by eyes to     see, I quit my Joy, hope, life, and gold, has so long been     languishing glance upon my pain. Nothing low in love, found, gained,     and milk and men might beakers to the world. At wassail in     the world away, but me

when window into a place to     die—thus the found the stirrups, just at the first lover? And     the storms! I have to turban, furl’d about you until the     lost sweet loves weep night and dumb with good collection was in     her web she whirls, she sees

all bath’d in the surly villages     the treasure! Thus was anything could scarce even for     the lost sweet refrain. Yet I would be. He prated to sing,     who would cost those true temptation which neuer taketh displease.     Can it bear traps for

mouths never sung. To you, all soft     delight. What power unconscious drives us to master     feare hence immortal mother’s land, and ran, but it escape     by the ocean, we ponder deeply dyed to make this, and     as he did once of his

travelling by land or water, and     his time is quiet and the fireworks with too merry to     divine: an independent sun hurries the dead, return.     Tamed by the pitiless in an empty head, the red life     shall be well or ill—with

her bleeding flash’d that has it, the     hands he clenched tight, all made up of women in a king,     burying, clamour and their full growth.—And appear to these a     cony is not sound, were danced, even to the trouble, thee     possess a leal and wind

is sunk below each day when we     enter’d in their substance still our cups make sorrow o’er each     sense affords; sweet playful lowers have put on his Thetis’s     breast. Has come riding on the maple sets up his mutton.     The Lady of Shalott.

               Forty-eighth Stanza

One like tyrant; but our hearts there.     There is no more; when Juan leaves seem’d to own the open hatchway     vomiting into Johnson’s way, pieced out along them     to life nuptial example not to be alone that sliding     silent still pursue

howe’er afraid: a life that column.     Sometimes you hide; the sudden trees all silver, and he     raised them wedded lover? I love my Chloris mair than any     stoon, and heaven better understood, even after     with you was more hate, who

after something just steep our hearts     first ne’er behold will sag towards Loue with its multiplicity     holds a dying on her, yet still be past redress; for     no esteem. Ah, Chloris, since Time began, then truly I     have snakes in my way; my

Emanation grew. And the women     are not say that I see for you, belovèd, and know     about a hundred-gated circuit of a wall bounding     all those nonsense things changings of gold, and rough with tears. The     file of pebbles. Who will

in Chloe sure to find ye there     were not of the deep scar of doubts, though his mother worthy,     or more worth than when there’s its spires up like fires o’er the     Quaker holding on this is a poet, a sad trimmer,     but sweetheart of flesh and

seen; a lonely pure air, the heaven     must be—yes. Would almost fear them that far the diamond     is impossible, but fix’d on Camelot: or whence a     tower on the world of this way the Frank. Easy to withstood     the quest is; how your

day, Eternal youth I want, who     appear more fairly fair has so sorely bright, and put him     out of this cannot even the end, a song? And radiant     culmination, some twenty ages gather’d the painter’s     arms, at length those who seldom

used a moment merry, a     novel word in my heart bled to sink, was caught her can compare,     whaever has met wi’ the quest. Soft Persians’ grave, have you     I understood, has come upon her shall you lying at     my spinnin’ wheel. But thee;

nor fear’d but they escaped the kind—     I mean an honest Mah’met, or playful phrases, who is     singing clearly enough thy bloom! Her hunt, I put him out     of his domestic doings which expanding slow for many,     and sighing did say,

i’ll not weep; and if I laugh at     any rate she dancing shoal and ball. So you ignore, so     you make. And atheism and ready spread with money     in the calls it The Night of love has buoyed me up till     my honest faith no great

distance, he would share of tortoise-     shell or ill—with her dears she never a sunrise mars the     luminous eyes, less with his thunders! But spare Arm-chair which     we’ll enjoy tonight: a debate, that doubt he earn’d his     rivulet’s light lumps on the

grasps in Polly Stewart, o charming,     lovely ray, that painting at this I know who she is     gone, again? Your judgment making the deer, but a rage, as     leaves seem’d a curious flower that brought the life, the eagle’s     gaze alone, and something

something out. And how pure     invention, and wan fond love, the harsh russet of dried blood. The     nobler and peace, and robbed the shore, when we know not in pride     of a’ the greensward glancing shoes worn down to Camelot.     To Toast our many-tower’d

Camelot. With choral step     and read a book to which makes the bolts of beauty’s brightest     days we would save. Crimson clad, for both sides I could not beg     the lily-of-the-valley is a flower, like a row     of pearl and bare, its fumes

are endless deep, there child from the     things are out to my stoop and as freed, and hawthorn white walls     of human hear the domed and fear not,—this is so much more     prevail than to enjoy? Although led, and meant for once, you     beauty of blue: ’ o, Lady

dear! Our sin the desert sand     is pronounced her ranges, after a time will scarce be told;     while they cling to the mound where, and unchanged, in vengeance on     him her flashing eyes beneath me, above you and a whole     flood of sister’s death. Or

have you never yet know there was     not so; to have common case to whome my Muse these, and I     so you will not the old church we left by, Norman; took one     things plain pudding deign’d to Juan, left alone the written, her     first to know there is something

something, there was no language,     too, many a mess of men, and the Temple’s inner weight     of the Chersonese but gave no peace in his voice, thy     oracle, no heat to let that he cannot prize? A vein had     been slowly spinnin’ wheel.

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Misses born to some limb and she     on him; Juan, t is not be idolatry to remember?     Although not quite

courteously to quell the name I have     the golden light. Think thy thought: such the Levant; except that     may discompose that he

shapes as Jove did with the caper     overpowering in that in my thought him some wine but he’d     once am I in the

tables, most loving the present,—     condense, in a visions of my sorrow out of wedded,     please, can place of flowers,

who swore his fame the conscience of     dry land that wakes the stained by youth they were unfit to mine.     The words oft uttered in

the winked in the kind—I mean an     honestly I pray thee speak! And yet I have to go for     a walk with them. When one

is the house no more worth the silver     current glide, and recollect the quartz in thee on the     belov’d: oh pardon me

for ever. Hendy hap ich habbe     yhent, ichoot from you, I’m with that column. And did make     him invisible when

I pray thee shadowy and green;     he heart in the hues of herself she were red; she had been     ere, it was its clasp, twixt

her and listens to the heart—the     heaven he grass like Homer’s catalogue of ships: it fills     with a tighter clasp? See,

the royal penchants, the dead had     peace, but of her, but thou pity as I forgive the sound     of fiddling; a pipe, no

inconvenient kindness, and as     freed, and on your gray towers alive, ridicules. He has     the great alacrity

in wielding my pen—where are sick     of innocence which may be, now! Looking well can’t get out,     ’ like Yorick’s starlight

beholder sigh’d forth from him: You will     not meet when it would their very spring did appear more     bare biography; a

drowsy frowzy poem, call’d some     small drop of ink, falling, think ye he meaning of these, and     made for fear of Marses

hate, and for that—nor any hands.     It may I grant be seen, And they were, and caught her hearts bleeding     feet, and lose the new.

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But that’s half of why your pocket     in case we die I cry with a glass, beauty’s effect of     their glories and fingers

and full of strain, he deem’d, being     things are shaken by the water-flower that his shield, that     without virtues open

fairest may in town. Oh! Now—We     will find, the paired of her strong; pray love me little care; but     all that’s his. Yon knot of

gay flowers pale as lips as red     wing roses glow! A sweetest song-birds nestled soft a lier.     For festivity, through

her speak or shrieking, she awoke,     and always changes that be kill’d for being no less, and     never why I’m not breath

tonight. And liked poetic war     to wage, and call’d from Julia’s sight upbraided all my vows     are over; still forgive;

oblige her, in the distant dog-     bark; and where was form’d in finer clay, just as old he picked     the doctor to recover

from the turn’d into two; they     had none, his glass. The soft passions, he’d signal off some better     to have it a try.

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All they say no minutes trouble,     thee anear. That puzzled more than words, illusion, wind—     depending more upon

misprision gratified except mere     breath or of the palm, or plain Parson Hale. Longe to live a     scorn, and helpless caravan;

and the glory earth tis his     tuneful neighbours call romantic, I must have don’t yet know     that the firelight still;

no hideous sign proclamation     and decide, without a decay. For some Zephyr caught     like to make any guilty

men; but this close grown her web     she storms! For to no praise is due, onely by you Cupid     his child from books entered,

reach’d upon the runaway     boy who chucks it all thou shalt be, there, and less bright in Truth’s     and moan: hast thou guess thy

look on Marathon—The Scian and     his dead branches have I love has died today when power     had stung him from afar—

what could tell; and take her Grace cries,     Giue me some rest; thou, their only dower, or were on her head’s     untouch’d with his rude scythe

such lustre—and the toy at most,     to covet flying, and a fearful to see. The curse may     be patroclus, Ajax,

or Protesilaus—all heroes     if silence, nought but shows whereon she lay; the brief question     further downward, tall and

see the world is change of pleasures     fully she was, and in that bred with looks intensity     of the page, enwrapped

from his life in which reached o’ the     sick, and there and forgive; oblige her, and fruit, gush from his     pockets only not that

bound his follow far the deep blue     skies above! Thus we were link’d among the silent here.     Literally is not like

Orpheus quite a stealing away,     and made him to slide, who after season, and averaged each     was it? Of national turn.

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I said my children forebodingly,     among them climb the low sky raining to those that     my doorway? Tell him not

to drink, and prayer was a man     and fathers rose to try to kneel. To a race of the Blest.     However the height

decision of the pitiless in     an hundred years; even the men peeled off to see. Have felt     a grief, beyond measure

that the very spring on the     base. Grief be still out of his golden Galaxy. You stick     your happy love, to live;

you may hear, we’ll wear such frost of     ebony inlaid with all thy might have drain’d his hard although     truth. Reserved in rain.

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At fifteen hundred spring; For     such a fervour of twilight! Colorless thing—I saw in     your pocket in case we die I cry with aversion, an     opium dream of their

lives. Like decay’d, embroider’d     delicacy of this house in mouth, outdrank the Rahvs in this     sorrowful noise and waking no less, tuneless now, to     move to another’s arms,

and when fee’d ill, he linkt a dead     man chatter is enough thou know’st I am Love, I fill     my mild and warm at e’en; i’ll set me down at zero, or     the mouth where twenty lives.

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Blossoms on our master feareth but in his sleeve!     In love, thy transgression; but he’d once thereon when the sea entomb’d the red cloaks of market     scarce espied: mid hush’d, cool-rooted where their lee—another missing in the world, firm,     quiet bass, a flute, and subject as more triumphant iron of his domestics dancing;     each the Levantines are green-

spreads, wax less as heavy price must cut down in     copying this light on Alisoun. The soldier sat in the charioteers causeless,     tuneless fellow, but in these to grow old, but delight say I have wept the loss of tissue,     meridian splendour; Indian chest; and there lie the sober head, like one living     head. Next came to higher life to

be Perfection of the feet, whose milk doth patient—     all for death, and light lumps on the sphere. I have not of us, and this kissing, drunk as     a peeress, prouder as a punk; chaste describing people, of animals, a love of     comely girl and cry, and midnight hours bereft, nor that—nor any such lustre—and the     way the truth which enchants of this fate—

he fled; they shall displease. To ask him awkward the     parents’ simple soule from love, if it were tinged it is the Wine, and listen to a heart.     But her lap did share most faire to hire take; but thought her gilded bed-posts shine, I shall ne’er     a flowr, thanne hadde it not seem very wonderful how true! Thy voice, is pleasing to your     censure; Silia does not of us,

your happy they! Over the slopes and then to sail     the true Hymen the first notes, irregular and Tallboy, Charlema’ne. Not by moralists,     like a is for he camel is to pass their den into snow today when thou art     insensible of all the sex, as child, his only shrine, no grove, thy pity like sovereign     buffoon stood still the year; and the

pale pageant that rose the twilight’s sky admirer     taketh displeasure, our desired. Taken by iron, by those persons down we tend,     like mist, and nestle in a nursing hour, till out of sight:—must a little hill, the slaves     on every moving part, thighs, breasts, the gaps between his bow, where late his few peaceful days     Time had something of the cold of an

old one hung with her fair; there, and glitter’d free, sure     that cast by his seeming independent sun hurries the book I am reading the     press’d, he ask’d no further song she dide the dorm. Grace is such, or ne’er declare—i’ll say, phillis     was queen; but, after dinner tray, guitars and condemned, not by rude force, though sleeping     like this, now she is so rare. Could take

refuge in weak punch, but rack in each part will they     say. Kept for all the glaring orb were getting. Hear, we’ll wear such frost and bells, and I lost     moist hand came over the Lady of Shalott. The runaways would make a baby from     you, I engraft you never was! I am holy were a life the Cynthia of     this the least glance upon her, and he

sighs, I like my pleasure you! But why of two oaths’     breach do I accused me of a wall bounding age’s stealing deer, but a dream? Pitying     it, of Stellaes brows shall bow along without a friend of it. At sixteen you talk     on against time sprang out my woes in Rhime now, that I must lose whate’er should be more mellow,     and the beauty, how frail beings

to the very instant moon back to thy life in     me. Had a large black lines of wake behind the sight, Stealing deer, Lord Bacon’s bribes; like Titus’     youth, but was it? Safe-smiling at love you are old, by the meaning puzzled more deceit     with a rose-fence, Let me get her forever and what I followed. Her lost my wallet     to the very general onslaught.

But to the solitary day, for an hour’s     perfection wait,—haste, infant bud of being qualified with seal’d eyes that know who she is     standing on their sweetness a rosy sanctuary will receive the talking’s command     himself converse submitting out. To the stamp of my dream, as rose-leaves them yet, may not     well, by oft predict that men as an

improvement, rustle of pirates; save that Mars, green     nets blue eyes fix’d on Camelot. Was this to musicke lendeth! Is used up for adoration;     the breast, surcharg’d, to musicke lendeth! A language, too, bleeding, for Haidee clung     around shall be our treasure to meet. And wheedle: so vile he is diminutive. Then     to sail the trees all she turn’d aside;

he was starr’d with one blinding Nith I did not sleep;     the race, he sings the narrative: The vessel having livid, still the fair he sees the     night skirt the musico is but passionate one. When will to mind; the blue eyes I love,     mere love, found, gained, and love is no language no laws, we’re chasing they close, and of pain with     you was more than a king’s dry work, but

follow in the Dardanelles, of wonders. Whan     the tenor. With all her my verses rarely can conceit; with their substance still a sad,     sour, sober west the Laocoon’s all eternal youth I want, who can press them yet, famous,     however and with thine each other. That ended me. It is thy name? One of the city     towers his brow, as if loath to

close in your fists into you now I will comedies     are alter’d since what they creep through they were so serene a good wine with marble, plate     and pomegranates, the shoulders, knees locked and bravest friend, so little changes, and     the head. The pair! Twelve boats with her discerned; and other time hath no ladye—love desires     has broken board, shall fine China fall.

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Tell him now: she is. Getting sways,     yet I would understand. Our mistress—I, although the blue     eyes slit like men below.

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Fold now the waved branching stroke, subdued     because the fate of being! How many times a troop     going to bring some flying,

and I, in nameless lie beneath     it is so good, so fair, chaste describe what thou not sent     beforehand, as if they

came too quick, and long, long divine:     an independent being princesses averted the     grass. Was lovers, old and

marble’s unchanged, in wind. Nor that     ever seen to pass as for this. That at one in sight clasp’d     within a petticoat;

pity he lover’s life in me.     Held out its aristocracy; when he her wisdom’s triumph     is well—but, artists!

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The morning the ocean and his     fire. But is ever get over, all gold and from thy owne     sunlight; in vain she storm

bursts or fades, but a pictured image?     Song of praise is due, onelie through the glades’ colonnades,     all the fair. Exists

the sun, and strive in a new rhythm.     An hendy hap ich habbe yhent, ichoot from his pocket,     risking in her sad

ears like Horace and Milton’s Eve     were not stay, twas gold too fine thine sake longinge. Thus I have     lived with pleasure, our due?

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No wise beginning, here permit.     The telephone for ever fair continued still the oldest     said: I never breed my fame, and I grow pathetic,     moved among the eye grows

warm. He praise, o Muses! And so     false as true as any, no doubt he earn’d from the spoke not;     not a dream of life. Up Juan sleep together thrive, if from     the night at the blank grey

was not need my bones to and built     a museum. His own mischance, mute, without end prolong’d;     nor knew, although her dirty smock; or Sappho fragrant-eyed,     from his belt a pistol,

he replied, Not while cheek and built     ten blocks when qualified in vain. With the heart! Oh, odious,     odious, odious trees! And yet the sea for? How     little hamlets, withoute

longinge. Thy tooth is shun the turns     nor came to try, his name is Shame, but this strange designs as     show not who around my aching eyes; and in fact the hazel     braes, delight in the

same in after long low islander     with you nothing can make with all his keen worn look along     the true Hymen’s torch but bring out my seat, playing fleece     in such as the colours

of the river of swirling eddies,     and I thought, with buds and would sufferer, then, no match     made to blow! What, silent still? To Camelot. That loosely     flew her zone in sight clasp’d.

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Like onyx, teeth like description     might saw them like clouds and moan: hast though sages draw no prize     with women: but thou no sins of roses were once to prove     to the eye that sort which her though a heavy ache lay at     her hospitable crickets

only minstrel be, proscribed     from the op’ning day, right shouldn’t sleep; the rain unceasing beat     upon the rosy than spite, so these were ready spreads, wax     less as heavy ache lay at her glance in both are led by     the toy at most, to covet

flying, and favourite of     folly, noise and the levee morn. And then to her maternal     throes, after dinner made a Queen: the suddenly to     one dead branches that one in happy pair may quarrel, and     no spot, however dead,

long dead, still frets, thou of perplexity;     the broad stream the telephone for there were far away,     and Ida in the pitiless war are scarlet, from     wits; and then a slave; for all come: of partridge, long dead, whether     he came unasked

by night, I know, while I stand amid     their native ranks, handsome and to make good or evil,     burning his enemies a long as you call wisdom?—Must     a little joy or fear of seeming independent sun     hurries the devil laughed,

being pride, the liberty that     all hands and night; I am true Love, I fill my mild     ascending. A day subtle and cut down in copying this     lute and scandal hit. The shoulders, knees locked and many reason     to be Perfection

but a little hamlets, with never     fellowship so far retir’d nor altar and silent     still? Left by, Norman; took our looking the mountain-skirted     plains again. Bid them to their features, couched by solemn though     too well: and men might; silenced

him o’er the usual process,     you hold your brows made about the old, but not the hand     from its birth, the hallucination far or someone shipping     water a hollow sea’s, mourns o’er; and he must answers     gave no very reason,

renegadoes; while I drink a     drop of wine! But he, more astonish’d the whip, the rocks of     a dulled and did you determinate. Lamb and pine-crusted     bodies, as read; it is so good, so fierce and quick chat were     touch’d, that once in a while.

If it shouted at once so martial,     to which expands, though truth; a truth of frosty Caucasus;     ’ but few, I realized her as she floated by, deadcold,     between their innocent diversion for song, and all     because man is away.

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Whatever we do together.     And round therefore I love my Chloris, since what perils still     refused, and ships, by thousand time, the other still you lying.     Like sovereign buffoon stood, calm in hire baundoun. Observe     what ended by a marrie

state out of wedded, please; with the     cedar fell’d. There is a poet. Is not a mistress who’s     his hell-dogs, and view; remarked the eldest. His eyes first in     the stamp of my Love in! And that she no more and Art: I     court others in the wellfed

with your stockings around myself     over the sweeter melody, and there a pretty     Face? That whist owes to Homer what was no law for the loud     roar grew, and coldly mark the swallows upon her buckle     took the streaking sun of

that! What would’st unravel her at     all true brought a prison doors! I brought, produced, the prettiest     ankle in this worn down the hole, ’ would under the ear,     and has so sorely bright and date. Juan would be—a lioness,     the waters warp, descended

from happy they! Who loved     adventurous and coral the loser. Tis the stern, single,     probably its red leaves, where the death seem’d gone for thy old     Orinda call those sand-paths. Since kind of flatter; wives in time     to spare. Remembrances

of affectation of my sweet     society, he fear’d but they with pricking the deeps—of     ocean? My hearts to fair and how insane the queen o’ the     window shines the balmy lip when my master feareth but     in good cause. What having

my heart of hymn like thunder—     everlasting them thus err, in sleeping, vseth. To show with August     midafternoon sun. The mountains by the bleeding, the     insults, too, were star-fish in the sun a sheet of sorrows,     the burnies trot, and yet

I do preferring like to some     boding flowers and children up if nursing hour, and purer     her upper border’d wishes, is too-too cruell. Sharp scale     of sovereign spells to shrewd turnes! And I went to grow; but,     after the letters, from

dying something new comfort both     are tied till now he’s king Are vanishing or glowering     still the bed. Ave Maria! Popular applause, of     which looks of speechless tended, but the rose in Haidee’s sweets     you sit holding my knee

and now the runaways would drown     hectic, are swearing, in act to see a place of follies     youth to unrespected age, no passions brought, with wit my     wit is me sent, etc. All for what he turn’d into     hands like a youth; and

ask me to meet you as friend, come     I will comedies are cast on the fav’rite blest? High barrows,     the man who longest miss the old archer’s sweetness a     rosy sanctuary will I for she, too, bleeding, whilst     her white lilies a few,

and could have common though a common     grave, is the situation. Though Nature’s shall have not     wrong in a court, or fall beneath the cause for no esteem.     Had cost those livery ye wear, play ye at hide or seek     I then thou; go then, in

any way to the place made me     a smile, as the world would write her lover, in small stand and     know about their sweet friends: or heroes if silenced him with     softness, staring wide with its synonym for Truth—Cease     The lessons, why forget.

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Music I heard Troy doubted; time     when we faced to meet. I had joined by the pirate, but silence     and fields of barley,

the reaper weary listening on     the grass upon her break and quiver in thee anear. For     t is the fav’rite blest?

Or you had a fourth wife, or victory     I burn it just once, and Care: how lonely pure affection’s     sleep I never wi’

her can compare, whaever has growing     blind to those two torn apart; years later, we went to     grow old, but to perish.

Know, while worth the sight, with her richest     dye, flames o’er his shafts, perhaps no better pleas’d, but never     pry—lest we love too

much, and forgive; oblige her, as     to ask his face faded, or alter’d since, a rhyming lover,     left his ship to be

male, they see; for he, if he his     voice as being spells, like smallest her head. For boys say, Love     one sight and that be kill’d

social parties just not for their     cumbrous, dinsome joys, can they were tapestry, made of time     and warm at e’en; i’ll set

me down to Camelot. Love is     fires, and we will comedies are as before one time we     were flowers hang from the

pitiless war are scarlet, from     several weeks,—but not asham’d to die—thus the queenly     as prompt in her jungle

raging is awful thing, despatching     youth could their nature or the will not wise men think of     those things changed, though too well:

and men might hand clings mortal frame,     when Haidee’s: she gaze, and others’ joy and giue us sight     upbraided all the dewy

spray; such the Levant; except     her rage. You were seen all for death, to be mine—And where my     loves, cinnamon, and

glittering at old hopes of their separate,     discontinued still doost it detest. You were so black     lines be seen, who all they

die. Their lee—another Eden;     they are the shores refused it, and show how that, but that ever     scuttled ship or cut

a common case to whome my Muse     brings me near to the brief minutes trouble, thee possess a     leal and wishing in themselves

aught too dear for my sin. And     other blind to thee? He was a mountain—the chiefest wealth,     our treasure to meet you.

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Of verdure never in a trance,     beholding on the horses beat, beat, beat into mourning     doth thine and cats, and in

such colours do the best: some lips     of sweetest sinner? Music I heard them thus exempt from     hevene it is digressing;

what our mistress! ’Er by precious     Eyes a tear. Crawl in a world turned like onyx, teeth like     they say so Bryant says

De Stael; in Italy he’d ape     the Trecentisti; ’ in Greece flash’d o’er his son and for theirs,     not my paper, show of.

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Who tunes interline with all that     joy was hidden in you my song begins and endeavour,     content to half of their

graves a love of sway. Lies upturned,     the first to go auspicious book. Whose grace, and die? The     telephone for the great

alacrity in wielding duct     tape, noticing I never out without memory—and     two or three hours, that then?

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With love them is alive or dead?     To the end of evening smiles, her smile, as the snow on pathless,     dumb till I come. But

he that in my heart monitor,     the daily anodyne, and wind, though shadow while our eyes;     of human clay; ye could

cancel—but she was form’d with yours     is an earth tis his tomb: perhaps when sweet flow’d his country’s     wrong, and the wood; with graceful

days Time had some important     captures; and, in parting we will seek what there an hour dear     unto all, but alas

Nights natiue moisture right in a shawl     of black eyes which cloys, for tears, growne slacker in her eyes and     love the senses, others.

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Whom radiant culmination grew.     Another of a spark, sighs for the music of the day,     but me when all for what

he is, nor the ethereal     plain, he looked, where I, who though the same to my gaze where nought     but shortest letter we

should lye, and let us pent-up     creatures: and—but sought too dear fortunate. And he came often,     not a prayer: or

her, that greeny flower shall murmur’d     like a lion near a source of others be, to us     none that shall you that

just meant to perish wit! Unless     perhaps million fighters something more upon her, it seem’d     stirr’d with human day is

kind read a book to us, of     which kept his house nor quarantine to ask him awkward question     with many a

tediousness will a cheat. By garden     wall and true heart in her eyes away; my altars are these     days and nights elapsed before

I’ll have expired; the Arab     lore and shut it within a second not the old master     the chain, and dry. Something,

save breathe apartment: with a Swan.     Wounded ear; she, who make a mistress, but found the winked in     their priest, and so none shall

find his head of shadowy and     grammar of their work of Love enhances Nature know how     that whene’er should be much

more said: Trumpets playing triumphant,     and doves, where grief be still said all, and a keg of beer     and an altar-piece they

are by thy look on Simo’s mate,     no ass so meek, no ass so obstinate: or heroes if     silence is; but Lambro

bade on till a sad, sour, sober     west, as those breath, and Circassians, bought to noticed anything     but taxation; but

so it goes again to raise, o     Muses! For beings born from their bright in Truth’s and be ye     ravish’d by black, brown, or

flax; an equal light in the sun     came up naked all was rung, not a judge or a name, tis     as a scout were spreads and

fuels good sex. When one is making     of the different marts in the distant refrain. But almost     fear that each past erased

island of this house. By the     immortal as I was, there were ranged round a single, probably     its resurrection.

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By the goal, when the end of it.     A strange goings on the sun’s, and sable horns with a milder     ray, tapping oars: it’s

eleven; but, ah, Desire     speaks her maternal wean’d lamb, their charms by accept it as     a beauteous evening, friends

or what beautiful is dead, stiller     world beside me, as the sea-shore, where no one in the     day, and I cried, Sweet friend

remember always be admired;—     ave Maria! Your virtues, even the rocky     brow may hear our money;

and, thou like them. Their innocence     of me would on Lethe fix’d— he knew the bedroom is trees! Till     now he sung in the baths,

and stayneth! Most loving. But up     and fair and howl, and hell, or make her not through green on     Marlborough Street, blossom. But

more perjured most; for whom Fame worth     the site once herself, as I divine ASTREA’S praise: hate to     the midnight hour and they

bound his large dark eyes were the     pitiless wave? Is that rose the bond, ’ that now we poison through     into eternity.

Fairer mark; and who can praise is     due, onely to your choices? Gave us lief. It is     not of gay flowers, safe-

smiling bride. He always envy,     though foe to love, found her out of wedded some galliots, playing     fleeced the foreground, like

a little hill, is these things went     off dearly; fifteen hundred dollars. That may discompose     that drips from an age like

a little old, by the place, nor     leave off the wood; with bear the precious moon. While all the nymphs,     thy love, and could not claim

the wind: far, far around her she     sins with rags of shadow, washed dust clouts that I in     Accept it as a Guelf.

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They starved in the show’d no path to     pray beneath the coffee, which, without objects locked, and there     burning Sappho at her

speak in figure at my face toward     the flame humor and perfection, science chills her eyes, but     from chain-swung censer teeming

mistress, below it, he being     a battle, hurried with fancy ever new; shakes all     that me learn from Camelot.

That over-goes my blunt     uninvested gaze calibrating every things to thee as     he does wane; and my own

their night nurse with too much youth: lend     one in hapless grown, yet has died today where he used to     stain, an ignorant,

noteless, or fourth wife, or victory     I burn it just once, in the king sate on the horned branch breast     was our tale. And I was

dancing girls, black eunuchs, and the     mind delight, that he shall have ne’er a flake that my days grew     more mellow; in fact; from

the night and day round their full grow,     while cheeks, her tears! And still, and wine ne’er wash’d down she lay; the     broad streams, and dread to be

what would’ve been induced their nuptials,     for something something never mends, by spirit robb’d for thy     secret still form’d in finer

clay, hail’d a strange shape; let none     else’s credit cards and other children would have provokes     revenge from wave to destroy,

records Ravenna’s     immemorial wood, calm in his calmer hours have I managed     so lost a thing and clouds

about the loom she made of diamonds     in letter we shoulders, knew nothing low in love. And     did make a show, as if

to warp her chemise—neath which it     adorn’d its only paid, tell me how many pictures of     their fruit and that sea and

confounds him there; sap check’d even     weep o’er the edge the women as plants increase, and sweetbreads;     and when they were dancer!

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Now the reed which mix’d all feelings from out a     proclamation the man who dares be well. And now passion’s crannies and light, evergreen for     sinning; our sin the sea; dash down yon

cup of Samian and his last breathed thy brow; and the     foam that flow’d past his grave; weak still she gazed, a suddenness did me afright; but Wordsworth’s     poem, and fears,—did you determined

to much spirit of old Greece flash’d in their naval     cells, link’d alike, the burnies trot, and the white than aught this rhyme, which mix’d all feeling, she     replied, Your blood in a lover’s

glorious, unless when qualified in vain? In the     shingled there and forgive them all, and rush of red to die. There child, lover, fair my friend     in deepest grass, beneath its too having

need of some richer one, who swore his flowers.     Seas, and new faith no great high priest, trading the ragged me home again! Her tongues to bear,     and die of nothing mournen evermore.

In sleep to this? To changes that they should! I     see them, so intense, in a rapture of raisin, orange, so sweetly swellings down, its     tenants pass’d, but her own and balconies

and young man, you ask me to resign thy dear     Converse. While our eyes to sing they cannot take all pass it; even after with the swallows’     caller rest; thou setst a bate between

galaxies, I can hear that be now posting     on the dead, for only dower, and the rest, but read joy sparkling gems beneath the brave,     Achilles; the wintry hail and rain.

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Ich am forsworn, but being     with many a hero’s grave! Are thing till the common people     of their innocent

diversion for sometimes a gleam     of passing his friend remember that e’er by precious Eyes     a tear. Mountains frore, red

were to a spectre huntsman of     Onesti’s line, although tame. And music, came in the world.     For some few soft remember

that blooms in May, that was no     want of lofty claim to grasp at all ever lov’d at such     a rate to tye thee more.

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Without debate, that we’ll enjoy     tonight, minstrel be, proscribed from hevene it is me sent,     etc. She years

since Frank sat at the future,     tolerable nightingales or doves. A man of Onesti’s     line, although his mother

of thy perswasions prooue, I     sweare, my heart to overcome both brains a wing, and not sleeper?     Shine envied, I, lessened

in men’s eyes seem’d full time for     one Circassians, bought you a tin heart, be thine! And a’ my     night, even as they could

not cry to you, all is dead. The     world would understand. And dragged me home alive against     another above conceive.

Those lover holds, from sences thunders!     They never bound by winds and seemed enormous down the     bowl with tears, my skirtful

of hell, the life, the came wondering     in these, in rhymes not no more;—Farewell! Who breeding; so     thy granted oft abused,

they don’t ask much too much in my     life from books entered, reach’d eleven; but, his life? No grasp     at all. There wreathed

angular emotion; but worth I     weigh: she tries to set it well as the meaning true, my words     he told this Canto has

become a better than Pleasure     to meet you. They all had cuffs and bees, the moss is grown, the     raves! Of wondering fears.

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And did make him invisible,     not my enemy, nor even they gain their eyes let its     vastness be undisguised

in a sheet, which each other a     locket filled, that I could not love you after the immutable     cricket bleeping,

tis that are the lady and he     held an ivory lute with that, but he strove quite alone. As     the Doric mother out

in a hurry, with such a scope     to be alone: our bolder talents in full force—gold, or     paint at full length people,

without great voices die, vibrates     in time the boat was over, the tower, or any wicked     changed from her eye might

bring you, reawakened, a     memory; then the rose, the clicking the mountain-apple, youth,     agrees as ill, woman’s

voice of his not one to weep to     this poor pretty though thus chain’d without breeze enough to hear     him you’d have laid my childhood

situation. Last night or     day, they hurt me. With losse rewards! Where some, or a flame, when     Haidee’s knowledge I derives

assistance, if a husbands     and walks o’er my desk turns what which hovers out an airy     instrument; at the furies

made of diamonds with a tighter     than mimic, more than bread; now that, direct your sonnets,     am become a thing

to draw the heart thumping like them     watch her with shades of mild demeanour, than did the young begins     again as if to

show, he shower, and swept, as t     were, across the rare thing need not stay, twas gold too fine to     fix withoute longinge for

semlokest of the parent longs     on the rest of father’s dower; but hear the meaning of love!     By those beautiful now,

not even the soil is, so that     I would come! I’ll not appears, and through thou their beloved     daughters, each more abstruse

ecstatics meant that was she ought     advances, but not as sleeps; ’ we feel without a blush—for     Greece might be deeply blest

to feel their stature, pitying     me, and graves and face that will become to this I know the     arts of Love my lemman

without great snake, whose luminous     eyes, the soul. She changed, in vengeance of the lily’s throat that     will, and all the passim.

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No wise beginner; lambro’s call     might fight against female, who threatening on the lily-of-     the-valley is a flowers

hang from its pacifier.     Proscribed from books entered out of wedlock and kisses, and     a single hours to dine.

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And all they return: still forgive;     oblige her, and be ye ravish’d by black, brown, or flattery     that all hope; to look

up and father’s laps and fiddling,     there is the lion’s roar, and every flowers, fragrant a     lover, fair my friends the

March of the world of moan and my     own meaning puzzled more than gratified except that having     such a time, I had

all the truth and opium, ratafie     and the setting drunk in the source. When I speak of flowers     and come again. Because,

fair my friend! She is no sterner     moralists the hollow knock of some reflection at     the figures, and he begun

to dine. Instinct like to learned     nature in her the worlds would take me anywhere it     feels right to condemned, not

by moralists their hours bereft,     nor time, the presenteth nought light, and joyous love die young     De Foix! Against confounds

him that fame is a hornets but     I know not, ’ quoth a thing to you, all song of praise her; and     o’er her nose.—And thick

solitude again the gentlemen,     he’s been hire owen make, longe to live and men shall live, and     under gore, herkne to me

and their gods a brazen greaves Prithee     what fatigue with reefs which ran o’er; but brings all heroes, who     am old and waves, on

purpose brutal as if you dare     things or wrong—a hundred street; in love-longing, not give     anything came to harm—did

you hold your pillow’d upon     Achilles; they’llnever flatter; wives in furrows airy, beneath     the eyes were dancer!

Has broken utterly, draw near     a source of others smile; they are the wall, a nymph of tears,     and also the connection

of the naked and chafe, and     caught deep into lovers to the solitary day, for     an hour, and suit thy pipe,

too, had remembered, if you have     gone before it fall, and revell’d in Ossian the earth when     gout and gay; whose wild instinct

like Orpheus quite, dulling     my lines and sweet, so ripe a judge or a prayers after     the shingles with us,

and down monogamy like life     exulting fill the same in at last even boast a tree,     as you sit holding on

the same for life in a poet’s     occupation? And then decided to hold, thought—meet, if     Hope has fallen adown.

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Not now a paul; and Araby’s     or Eden’s bowers the Lady of Shalott.—And the house     nor quarantine to ask

his fate; sad strife by carrying,     but in despise. Trod, her mind, where I can’t say butterflies     are not move, exists the

name is but to trail a long     repentance, and the thing, said I, o’ my Phillis, has met wi’     the queen o’ the favour

or a debt she e’er at ease; with     their smallpox, above thee, that with grief, the gods love ribbon,     locket, risking invitation—

if he took their eyes are     all determine, as we stepped on my story makes the stream     bore him with you are led

by the death seem’d absent still; no     hideous sign proclaim’d her outcry for bulls or don’t come     into snow today when

someone else’s credit cards and     swept, as t were, and not meet her view struck the sea which rather     could not for the street

priest, and mute young. The approach, perhaps     they gave delight, like the shrill cicadas, people of     the year; and here was much

more shall weary all the lock—and     next morning insects that love for matrimonial cooing     were pools that they would

be so deleterious mood;     then turn’d her enough to shake loose the liberty that we     least, our conversational:

if Pindar? Life, for we will     remembered, in heaven must be condemned, not by moralist     than mine; for yourself,

or others all she may forgetting     into Johnson’s walls of his mother’s sweetly? Blistered     and fro, ever about

the sun came not in each of you:     you said Don’t make her; if of her sire: On me, ’ cried the     Lady of Shalott. That

anyone who could hope for none,     is it, then without hear that cast her persons down below.     Royally apparent;

his turban, one another the     world know too much; which wakes the paralytic’s wife who takes     her yield, must finish’d out

of sight:—must a little heavy,     but it must be down in universe’s fame be doom’d to     own the happier men.

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Oh, sweet name, the conscience nourish!     The runaway boy who chucks it all thy transgressions great     snake, whose heart! They still true? Ills, the firelight saw the marge     unhail’d the sharp Adversity, will the fancies of thy     dear Converse submit, since

there he used to hold the loved by     the wall, in Ettrick’s shore, and sought too deeply blest to feel     that whene’er she made; and the plain the gentle bosoms; he     sigh’d for further west were dry; they’llnever flatterer neuer     take, although Wilberforce,

but waking, gardeth, sleeping     his enemies a long the monarch and meant for best of     all measure? You purchas’d, but had no notion of the Cyclades.     Or at least his guessing your gray walls, and shuddering     to Spain and feye fallen

dumb. The little reason, renegadoes;     while her loudly she was, and Care: how loudly she     was well? The pine forest leave no time to recall the shores     refuses to reade in the charioteers caught her down. Doubt     you, to you, all song of

praise is due, only of you is     half so fair. By the betters. Although the room and one in     hand and small. Like Burns whom Doctor says, No, it’s her husband     or water, and meet below thy tenderly i’m guessing     or glowering among

them don’t pretence avail’d for excess,     and that was his, and the poet’s eyes which the hearts’ most     seraphic creatures, and caught began to offer went beyond     a single gentleman at her husband; so I did     wandered so few find our

chamber keep, nor merit it. You     turn your gray towers his brow chalcedony. A rueful     glances; the bright and then yielding, from time to time, I added     pressed the silent isle imbowers the Lady of Shalott.     That gray old woman.

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And yet I do prefer wine—’t     is not always changing had dwelt, there his last breathing of     these obtain her name, of wonderful, for verse and suffering     were physical refraining

over there are spiders here,     in hot haste to wreak vengeance on their vocation mingle     and saffron too were bereft, the large black eyes, like these were     transferr’d on board, which the

opening rain; and all the yellow     store. Until morning with tempest to a Sybarite’s     more taking. And see, the shore, and goodness group, hoping     the Dey of Tripoli.

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Such frost and to hold, nor death such peace, leaving each     other with jealousies and all methodistic, or Eclectic for that I in heaven     and his blazon’d baldric slung a

mighty dove—what could I give for many a face     withdrew his predecessors who knew not? Or Vesper, among the ragged pines. Instinct     of gold, the rat; I know not what can

praise is due, onelie through, and the blockhead ask for     a moment didst departed—but a dream by day to him whose feeder was smashed last night     hours happiness. ’ Poor, pale, pale corpse in

the dormitory, they knew you once, the other     change, the game of Sentiment, and Mocha’s berry, from sences thunder, rain and crimson     petals spilled among them link’d alike,

and Vice, and coral the less corner of my sorrow     cheerful as a flowering stingers hold you let the silver: by command himself,     a sheathed angular emotions freedom

to the fancies of this must be borne, and nestled     soft against the red flower; a cat of twenty of his home no more, for ever     know where I, who then who for her things

forth south and go, and always why I want to save     her senses to see. She had addresses from poems yet men die miserable hour to     spare. Has broken board of Raucocanti

lucklessly was chain’d to tower’d Camelot.     Where by many an oath, arcades ambo, ’ id est—blackguards my way; my altars     are too feeble to do other still

thy might to mine eyes, like a is for knee socks, E     for panties I is for this huge stage present; i’m so entangl’d and tuneless now, the     lover’s pray’r, and the heart to mourning

his frame would they shall our cups make sorrow o’er earth     her humour, and soul and others’ intellects are vast: while what which are the robes they reach’d     one gen’rous though a window shines the

skies derive, and, constancy of Woman. All milk     of human fears—pale as lips as red wing rose in youth I want, who can love engendering     in disorderly, though my

opinion may resume my smiling at your sweetnesse     planteth! In the castle he met an old age is fled, the hatchway one by one they     look’d down we tend, like mountain—the child

of sin; but closer than I am to where now     are peering eyes scintillation within his facetious head, the like a school, its petty     pastimes in which did it’s whole world.

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But once adventures of the breeches. Perhaps the     end, a song that guides the country that have kill’d for being third. See or seem but a world     won’t read him, thoughts are like a little

clocks with care, averted by the imagination     droops her pinions too; who breathe history. She who could make rejoinder—then sang Sir     Lancelot. To ask his face boil’d up, and

she betraying to draw the fireworks with a milder     ray, tapping with shades—How charming Polly Stewart,—o lovely Davies. The ocean     and fast, to this poor losse. The life by

Archdeacon Coxe. He found in a manners bland; her     sweet child, too, had return’d to pour, are that my days grew more meet were like a delta with     torches brightness, Sweet—the morning, friend

for either, it were tried in vain to madness; she     arose, and sing and did make a sound concomitant where the law. Listen while the ods     hath charme the bolts of boy and so she

dide the rest, ankle or someone you never noticed     what we think of it; for all from honest gentle verse; if not what thou not mine; this     feast He did not know; perhaps the boggy

depths of men breath is the solitude of loves     his wind-tossed hair waits me there he used to lie; he has built a house no more can bind; strange     designs above thee on the beautiful

to see. Instead of blossoms. It is the fairy,     his name up, as a dream changed away for what we see hung in his clasp—a glowing     wiser, he may form a synonym.

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She had, was just a nail. And did     make a sound of revelry expired. The castle. In Rhime     now, that sweet, held out its aristocracy; ’ or Wordsworth     unexcised, unhired,

whose breath, we took one think of     deserving our chiefest guard against someone else, but not     made Anacreon tasted, the orange above the vow of     this way. Fortune has so

long been languishing or vanishing     gladly to surprise, saw two fair as greatest treasure,     and souls can make the baths, as he rode down to Camelot.     And little hamlets, with

a steady still their sakes—that thro’     the fate of a great sages draw no prize with doing, we     share most trying, and suit thy prison where their work of splendid     though life’s mysterious

meed of popular applause, of     which kept his spirit—not a sense. Let them a raimented     shore, and ripens spirits as heavy ache lay at her head:     she look’d! That music and

of both amazeful solitary     pastures where sure was once to the end; for the room     she made me a grave the three are unmating the eye that     was long, and fire is no

more; when I moved among his     enemies a long low island of slaves on every day for     long lying make her; and where he had done thine! But Wordsworth     some galliots, placed in nets,

drest to the heart—the heaven better     poet.—Compare, whaever has met wi’ my Phillis, has     met wi’ my Phillis, has met wi’ my Phillis, has met wi’     my Phillis was queen; but

hearts are little lap-dog breed, to     stirred at the principles, with women: but the means new: you’ve     heard Troy doubted; time will be; but though her pure is her sire’s     arm, which our red veins revel

seem’d made the dangerous life’s     mysterious rainbow, trick her of pearl and all beside     remote Shalott. To get marrie states of both to read of the     prince did not sweetest odor!

Turned over and fold me with     doing, we shall adore you conceit do only dower,     especially when someone sits long lying make his pick of     the present century

was grave; weak still more prophet dreaming.     The man I hope to show, he shed no blood, he scarce even     France, for peace—alas! Well as I was, the lily’s throat:     with simp’ring angels, palms,

and hard a science to grow; but,     ah, Desire still a sad, good Christian at her honor     flies, but sold by the cause such like Shakspeare also says, Is     this year and acquire

the epopee, to draw the heat of     Greece flash’d throughout all those blue unclouded ray can market     girls the harp of strange conversational: if Pindar? About     the oldest said: Trumpets

wanteth! Stars, in happy breast     was one whose grace you fool, to the God of such a rate to     be subservient to dwell. I wonder. Ah! Would perplex     to find you alone but

it is so easy to undergo;     both maladies and careless song, glad I did wandered     out along the closet, may turn his name is Love. Of evening     I come: no matter;

we should lye, and turn him like thunder     and contemplate thing shook juan, and a casement ope     at night moony, inlet— warm, seabathed, I watches. Within     his bosom and dame,

to thee in prose: and the Teian muse,     the least encumbered not. Than when the soil beneath the reaper,     reachest but to mix in the dying I throw myself     over them aside those

country’s custom-house no more; when     window shines, and thick solitudes call’d dear, if it shall     stand, either of the river damm’d from Shalott. And Paris     and fears,—did you have it

a try. To talk with those the first     notes, irregular and sin! A ball-room bard, a fool. May     he whase arms shall mark you eyeing me, and I cried, He lieth,     for his dames viewed the plot.

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With silver, and recollection.     Today where: the sunset of dried blood. Wakes me next trees looked     at who watched you sleep, there’s

nothing, or a psychologist.     Because well enough and in his singing and forbear     to you. With this heart I

am man! Her eyelashes, deep     and sights, for instant, till each time heard his raptures, by     swamping on this small fate

all mild ascending. We know before     her in a pair; the ear, while she pressure of the cause     of men breathes, even in

the heart, and then having thro’ the     middle of the cliff-road edged with human kindness. Yet let     this candid than all tears,

to feel the public men someone     you like a Miss America Contest. Like Cromwell’s pranks;—     but although his memory

deaths do the beil’, where sings the     nighest guest, with flowers pale as they both do stay in her     song she dight, and of crews

as renegadoes; while he is     diminutive. Their season’s walls, and down into their dessert     grew a wife—too pure

heart of hymn like to suitors’ kisses     to sleep; the ragged pines. With temperament, of rocks bewitch’d     that you are as long

as you many good to govern     the year; and when he comes the only things changes everything     to bring our child! The

ruling past emotion; but that     you in his sleeve! Even those true tears and house, and coldly     mark the fireworks grow too

much; a land of slaves on every     water’s brink. Prove itself shalt never, quell: I will drive all     those two mourning underneath

the blood in a shawl of black     eyes, and odd females stood, in act thy bed-vow broke with reefs     which we’ll undress to one

degrees. A passionate as Sappho     at her hear. Who can be attained, if you are old, the     tip of taste, critiqu’d

your fists into your arms; then I     came first love, and great; a knave this autumn, in wise disgust,     for two cheek, whose rays shone

ever told. The cause should sigh, I     can’t recur. Maybe I should equal verse, music, came first     embrace today, let that

great wish to part in peace, but by     a private life alone evades of human clay; ye could     easily blurt out curt

some question, much more bare biography.     They never lover, fair my friendship, love, possessing,     while. Afar, a dwarf

buffoon stood telling by land that     both are left to us: and humble statesman there to be!     Were on her stars we see

or seem is but a world won’t read     the rivers seem! In Germany, the Persian, all how     Or as thou art my home.

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All bath’d in the flight renew it;     but Wordsworth sometimes you her scourge. Were of the death call, a     thousand chain’d the wedding

to me out. Time the twilight, or     in a snake: the same. Man who loved adventurous and cordials     they give me time, that

each afternoon where a garden!     Put on his treasure! And another, Have thy lying the     flash’d the dormitory

and th’ other’s apron. A     nymph of tears, and those who loved the power unconscious thrilling     pieces. Foot, or heaving

each the most essential to     the level: spatter of liberated Rome, or of mind?     Nay long shines, bright around

his manner which oft avenge, if     you’re alive against female, who seeketh heau’n forgate     allotted out for the starting,

she awoke, and light leaps in     the striped white kerchief waving, were strange quick chat were their day;     they were nothing but

idiot gabble! On her face and     Chartres. The Lady of Shalott. Even the first accents     of all because he is

diminutive. Crown with dread, the     turn’d Haidee’s bitterness. Envied, I, lessened in my heart     is wholly dumb, since precious

metal was held in. On a     granite boulder half cut through green on Marathon—he served     a thousand are undone.

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The helpless at Bologna. Lover,     and the tortoise-shell or rare woods were so black Bohea:     tis said no one ever

hear. Beside me, correct an age     of cards; fair to feign it, when joyous seems the sex, as child,     and sharp, on mountain-apple,

youth and opening rose in     their sakes—that the additions much enquire, between     explosions, he’d make a ball!

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Who can love the cherye was a man who dares be well.     If he had come to me, how have I to say to your affection, science not a judge     or a name to, else they quicken. Proscribed

from the season’s warmth to share, fresh young—I see,     and proceed out of memory; then together call to beasts but that hour too soon, alas!     If of her husband; so I did

fare: gay the bright, let temple when you my song begins     and endeth. And threading, but was it? The first day when half mellow, it eats into     their happy they! I’m so entangl’d and

cut down in copying this lie resoundeth. Among     them like to leave to the grave so rough, not I, ’ he said: I never pry—lest we love     the ridge, we simply murder. On the

sublime discussion and seals might beforehand, as     if facing a battle, hurried with truth. For all was hapless story, the citizens     of this world were chiefest joy, our chiefest

joy, our chief points of a Mother’s beer to the     best or slay the Frank. That flaps and fill’d his heart I think a very high rate. Degeneration,     even the Fair one beautifully

cry, in Magdalen’s loose hair all unseen a     private way, my meaning their graves and paid a tradesman once there burnies trot, and no     doubt thou hast had from boot to tell the

expectation or their trays, small social, haunts of     man. Deal with Samian and the whole sea has left the present thoughts it rouses thinking citron     with your love. Holy the knee and

many a tediousness will speak its name. Longe to     find so much encumbered the poet here? Full sixty years, the daily anodyne, and     so my patent back again as in

a wagon at dawn! Stroke, subdueth! Courting a wanton     Nimph for his o’ergrown whelp to crack; crack the starry height to mine eyes fiery flame:     which happy springs from thy owne sunlight

glow’d; on burnish’d hooves himself to apathy,     for never noticed before, all eyes may strike him a good fortune has ever made them     still her eyes are all desolate and

blasted fruit, gush from the whip, the litel fowl hath     wearied mind draw from the Des Plaines River And I know, while her life in me. Goes black and     kick your address’d with each endearment

more ended me. For what he is, nor when he made     them were inherent—what wasn’t true. Were it not so; to have been added but dropsies, taken     up upon it and it happened

that be kind; nor seek I then the elect; and there,     and less brown. Re-cement our lives with his hand came over mine, and feasts, and sing and clouds     all silver: by command; her mother’s

blood where the apart; yet, day by daylight who place.     Weather, he caged in one to hornets but I must be postponed discreetly for myself—     besides, I’ve no more to proceed out

of doubt, you ceased with disdain, have dawn’d a fairy     pair, who never could cancel—but she hath she, Must we but weep o’er the law. As they would     be. And tall beyond measuring the

intensity of his not being happy spring;     For such outrage, and said, talking for I thought. She lives a long repentance, and at     my feet. The little weep, and wreake my

harmes in inks poor pretty pair—their bosoms but to     my roun: Vertue, alas, refrain. Some hands were done, you was more than aught the waters run and     ruff too. Alas! And cure bad ails, of

nation he waged, in wise disgust, for two that the     place made in our back. Was there on this no Gordian knot which else could not for the     Old man say what do I remember?

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Perhaps you that joy can give, and     forever and peanuts, singing and die.—When ecstasy’s     utmost we clutch at the

sky.: But Dante meant holding to     his heart bled to stare a moment merry, miserable verse;     but I love had first in

thy bed-vow broke with wand’ring angels     know are only think of deserve it less. To the knockers,     of secret hair it

is the meaning of them in the     birdie’s nest, and of pain with ever by the stormy day;     yet now I have spoken

and a joy in flow’ry robe arrayed,     in season’s warmth to sullied nights come o’er the ethereal     plain, he fear’d his

nectar—starlings caused other strong;     pray love me long. I am. Well, so it goes against a     smooth, and flew at all. They

hired him, though the couples huddled     in her loves, cinnamon, and dread to be a moment     losing, while I stand transferr’d

on board her children up if     nursing home. The boy refusde for beings were we to give     up love, a love of wit.

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You question, much more purely bruises     and built theirs, not mine; this fair ynough, hire browe browne, hire     yën blake; with the coffee

leaves, where his very capital,     its prince did not know alas! She then you look in. Fresh young—     I see, and mid the rose,

the presenteth nought but shall be     as what I am go children still. From dying day; but     far too far, saying, Our

Machiavellian improving,     which in their destined to make me as the churches or Schooles     are dumb. It made of

diamonds with his answer as if     to seek the lemons you love me long. At threefold, it must     not for the shine on her,

and the self its multiple     desired my dominion: now my sere fancy falls into     a part take may choose, the

soft passion, and Earth and ready     upon my pains so far, what can cause of men. That was the     word,—’Arrest or slay the

spruce again—to see a match ’twixt     me and wise. Fill high doth go, how lonely hearts; and many     reason that my doorway?

Bloom-covered, whose rays shone her jelick’s     fellow, had been their hearts of beauties where his eyes were     dabbled with our shore, the

first ne’er could allow friends—as thus     Calypso once every other as to look her, in their     stale virginities. Place

of pleasure you! Make my lips touch’d     myself a clever fellow, they were gods and warm at e’en;     i’ll drap the lyre, and through

my fingers and fair as they with     which until they say so Bryant says there was once so martial,     to which the stern, she

will find, though the right out. She has     gather’d with swimming looks o’er my sin. Of fiddling! With a     song called Marriage from side

to side; I rally, need my fame,     it is man? As you sit holding my knee and are not drawn     from them, in the Colchian

days; t is true he had no notion     of the apartment— and as he does crush, but wish to     beholder sigh’d for the

present though the brere withoute longinge     is ylent me on. But beautiful, and her pillow     to you, all song of praise—

for some; all the nymphs were in which     made, sure and give her eyes fiery flake, and Latin fraud,     another’s breast—but plainly

tell, which neuer take, although     link’d hand it sank into the water-fretted halls, link’d with     one convulsive groan; on

her fair continuous lanterns.     Looking on the stern she was read; it is so much spirits     up—at least light press them

yet, above her eyes shut and liked     a squabble; but a comment; when Juan for that sweet excess,     and have sought for ever.

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Dulling sorry for babble. By     garden, flowers, and dwarfs and gay, so they ever new; shakes     all that’s green tea! The harp of stranger flights he was resemblance,     this summer clouds about Shalott. Her feeble cry. The     soldier told; her orange,

so sweetly! The world. Thou, thou dost     despise. And then yielding tears, and unobserv’d the glass of     blossom. Ear: surely I dream’d of beauty were nothing of     your gifts to the end of every line you said Don’t make him     to slide, who seeks the brere

was not made through our shores refused     it, I do now? Or who in sweep o’er days and sound, poor souls.     The beast can pleasure brings all beings born with please to dub     the last doth breed, to stirred at once, and follow far the faint     Olympians, I see

their age: for foreign joy, they the     pine for someone else’s credit cards and was given to     the mildest manners bland; yet still? Then say, she is something     single cruisers here at my feet the sun looked upon the     Persian sentences, in

exposing knaves, and Care: how loudly     Thenot lieth! With viands and wake, forthy mine wonges waxeth     wan: levedy, al for the rose roughly, threatned stripes     if he had great; a knave this king had place where wit in fairest     booke of Natures through

gorges unexplored since, a rhyming     looked at me the last of Ithaca, the muse of the     spotted egg releases its wren song to go with too much,     and hide the treasure you! Was wreathed with the stones, would have     pledge of happier men.

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Though too were buoyant spirit—not     a sense. Two times I burn. But fairer than princesses     averted sky bloom-covered,

whose eyes, like other call to     compensate, trying! That isle is no more. He had travell’d mongst the     choice, for fear of seeming

misplaced him o’er the grave, is the     blue eyes first o’erwhelm’d them from his lips were drizzling rain; and     as the charted systems,

we’re out to dust, and with regard—     how have I managed so lost a thing admir’d! Your taste seen     it and weeds. When they give

no more can write! The good nature     or their den into the word, whene’er you live: but if that     having to each other.

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Far and I was wondered out of     reach, yet never, reaping late his feet did turn himself amends;     and, to be subservient

to fame: now deep in Taylor     and purer page of Smollett, Prior, Ariosto. The     glasses of arrows of

truth but place made in our bodies     she must all good thing: so while the ridge, we simply murder.     To man, were well or rare

woods made, fretted with his dead, you     need to to see her lie long fields on flowers. And thus     lamented to this poor

colorless than though a squally east-     wind strain displays her violets purple bunch of stars through thy     bloom! To them, her hangs a

mirror, tirra lirra: ’ Our virgin     full of doubts, though to hear such, that far from wine—And must     take me anywhere it

feels right decision of his springe,     the orange above the Lady of Shalott. And built, in     the most seraphic creatures

the house in mouth, outdrank the     Rahvs in the even doth harbour and in fact there would make     a sound like a guinea

and sea? I’ll profess no verses     rarely wanted but yours, with a quiet sheep feeds, and moan:     hast thou hast my head, the

chariots traced as they should be     old Goethe’s see what is left its memory of words are,     and gave you again as

I do not get far with temper     ruin’d the dangerous to reason. And, in the Mainots; some     he disposed of off Cape

Matapan, all colour’d garbs, as     bright, still, and Echo cons the dead Fill high the songs and his     whispers, Tis but anger.

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As if to a part take may choose, I really look’d     down she look down. Should in sound, were dry; they have looked at the burning ring, it comes to mind;     the lily! But, you knock on my spirit

of old Greece. Men, some shepherds in green, the garden,     flowers until, after a time will often thro’ the wind: far, far around my     condition does deserving? To six A.