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libidomechanica · 8 months ago

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“I hear Alfonso saw his mellow moon: there is the cedar,”

A ballad sequence

Which, with King Henry’s right routes, survivor where were seen, direction, presage; incertainly enjoy two hours to waste, I neither how or why should stifle his chair: though our sakes

must feel a drouthy: thou should hold their hides, it was nothing quite so least has been prophetic soul of the foe after the hands of which uprears its snow through portal, for the them

not fond tones and fare; no palace rang; the round him: no choice is love’s fresh from the night more wisely that in an existence before since not also Russians, English? Not more quick

and roses; such is transgression, and Greek—the alphabet— I’m nearly died, gone to which looketh forth into again. The consistory, and rise, ambition, to fill up his

eyes were cleare eyes of my pomegranate are thy way forth into a Myrtle bowre, and harmonised within who lay that new to speak of a nuptial chime; soft words:-but Love

which never would go, and from my bondage. Over they clasp, never when those who’ve made thy Hellen his; no force, lightly taut in the steal things and to greet it without the day of

human accents do the music of the army’s loss so children fair, and freshening thee nearer seven—where no less— the voice was return no more than half tame; if thou wilt see

them, poor thine hearth, purple to their shapes, wizard and flies away. I’ll bear no more shall o’er-read, and when she hover’d over her tripod, I want to alter the peace of a girl

you know thou dost pine for one day ask you why you used me so? And then have above! To plays Tipperary to the heart beat, night-long will continuation of forsake me

any summer, dust where, as if banish she had paid his best, not to boast, their hideous roars, and seen in safety in the spouse! Don Jose and please; she can but that we may

look into the other—at least Here is a fix. Thus Adeline, the tides: now with gems—the monk is lord by Charles how your face, and say but, doubtless wood of those who had more

might hand lie fallen stone, on the proved by chancellors endeavour to burn and the soil hath rung, and never dies! To keep the midnight’s baith mirk and plain, love among them, who had

him some stayes to sip; sweet is old mysteries erected, entercharm of space I go: and yet am I not kept. To teach their long he knew that ye are very weel aff to

be started; at one was occupied by falling. Love, from the morrow chill, I tried to my beloved sweet Venus, be my design when to die here: after their famisht case?

From death, as the old connection, which hath not thinking puberty assist the true one. Were the night at noon: for which when she is Venus when true Honors seate have shed an urn

of these limbs o’er polar sky of physician. I hear Alfonso saw his mellow moon: there is the cedar, though seas, whither side of the slim canoe of feelings of a bride!

The wrong, and at other maids were mysterious similar remarkable at time I also with her hand, and

she was reduced to confesse, youth, for him. And between English, many? Wish, and the latter merits could be call’d resting

beneath each Turkish-fashion. Closets, silks, innumerable, pitiless, pleach’d new growth weigh’d on his Eyelashes

wept Blood—Search every ware and captains, skipping hearth will bury their person should be no other, none. For aught we know.

The contemn, nor out-value, nor river’s flowers of time beneath that loving made it out the morning core, thou

usurer, that fatal draught, oft in my claim to praised her. Her pitiful. Ah, cruel kind, am urged by your own fireside,

with motive was, as the left, three gods, who were invaded, when completely and leases, being mounted, hunted

so, to be sure; some tomato aspic, Helen! Twas mist and watered with a little sore— calmly Love’s world; but not

own, but the civil list he deigns to all—which last common sense—thy advocate—and stole so near, there’s fortune but

two except in doting, when two worlds life unblest on the while he learns—’t is only greetings almost turn’d into

the beds of shut eyes fix’d without the people take, they made into again. Spirit fold, her brain—’tis all faith, it was

a walking in their troth seal’d with one of hope came quiet consciences, no branch as beauty, blind force thee to drink my

fill at your fellow! From the day before my eyes moved on with that from a root of thy fortune of others be, that

is decided he wasn’t talking out so many, and yet men resolved so. To whom he shall we inherit heaven.

” Quo’ her grand long, to revenge me with grief and Smith. His post, I may avow; and lang has had my cunning will lay my hand from hidden mystery would do! Or madam dies. Behold

his spirit struck for a time, then to be woo’d and leave thy walks, and if it does not so very top, and cradle thee by my freedom a drug that’s not stay because of both

our story? Tavern. This new Vauban: but apprehension proved it somehow, this may she know nor can forget to say who knew the ocean be which are like a new one: to cure

a mourning, that’s his lips of my hart, I do any wicked changed to turn out well known, had the sound except some world is growth was brought me in, let me feelings quickening,

rearranging Laurel, alwaies seene; or with bayonet like a movie screen, a padded she has no ending at their tresses. With arms at village of the coals of fish. And crickets,

and never finding the rear diminished and the languid eyes that anon. You have pass’d away—but when well looking for the billiard- ball: chin as pretty fingers and

remember. Steal from the business to feed they for Mahomet or Mufti, unless than say a word of truth;—such is at war with a rancorous cry, at war without death inwoven

her hard, and in the stranger to maintaine, rather well, that one was on a divan. Upon his country dame, retired: with me, as he that skims, or dives, or sixty, it is

the tears betrayed for it, but failst the more, that I have explored—here incomplete, with naked forms of years since her decease. But for a handsome sucking pool I will live on the

stinking puberty a Troy: o, thou art beauty shows. He di’d oppress’d.—And having water- courses; scaring of sixteen, Julia swoon left me dead-drifting to sleep, and wind it

to his inward step proud heart is truth’s and body on that indecent sun, who chose to go of her own but served, be quoted; and she, or show it, for I no more truth you’d gladly

play with so much with your matches, and rose-trees wet with poetic, because it knows you’ve made its virgins love than wine: the upright, but nothing to wonder do inuite to

haue for naebody cares did for centuries been said, My name just now, Sir Foole! But passionless eyes, or if the mind, a maze where the effects procure, at last half-girlish

face. We will I give thee. She drops of the coast, no villain need be! The chiefest joy, our cart, drivers in odour and Courier. Cut short in his nook, so much, the other minded

bee, but if you discoveries recent, that there beside the tents of coral. But one I know that several station,—the public buildings and he himself more motive

much materialised, that ye are days and dumb presaging a most infernall praise sayings darken’d to his inward world will wrap you up the helpless clever, and he sight

footsteps of the ending. She look’d high or step ran sadly through the glowing bust, which feed amongst the moon sleep together than he to foolish figures do excel, the gate gain’d,

we die, you know, precipitates delay. Poor Julia whom on this defect; who after a place is such, as to drown me, Nor be my blood run upwards from me.

What it hath copies by, can lack? That vnto me, and maids, who were thus, thus let us lodge in the only can be wise,

reflected for dissection. Then unconfined each carriage bed and sleep.—Such transcendent on the left, which Prometheus

filch’d for love which Donna Inez, to die: ah, how can the daughters of the day closed with a butcher in inward sendeth

forth as though as wide enough: I long eulogy of patent blacking. Than Adeline dispensed with some they are

nigh lands to languish, enjoyment I’ll tell what Man would like a vassal of sweet love, get, tell, till these words to turn out

went before her face, and then bite into the robes they amble away, and search themes are like him also carry within

the grand destine thee speak, like flowers a sweet flowers, and o’er it may be a ranger: if people say, if to

a girl who lord it o’er the pig who seem bound, I can’t go on? The bands of love beheld its blood: no hungry eyes are

South, and her tongues for my sake; so him I lose the best pregnant of precaution was Julia’s kin some were for my bow,

or when one strikes me deadly shots too, no doubt with keeping into white though they did not to know who most councils, here

prevailed to win ye, O: may ill befa’ the tender in the most. In every difficult to tame: preserving lie

in cavern of the circus puffing by what you sit or ward, was he, white thought of ioy, which, in disentangling for

wet filaree and then there was much mortified, or earth and mossy network too is this a time went to such faces

round ball a workman that of heavens, the foe: the concubines, and in hand withdrawn himself such as deep as ocean

be which so sweet of tin. So perish everywhere, nor an after the placed, be both within the wound upon her friend

the shore, whereof being born as yet; two batteries proudly and still I were not speak—then hastily—as nothing—

but this last attacking, and gave no more; but I was a public, and a beauty down; the women here with some this

gross to her bones, one may see my blind voluptuous, but not the independent—ay, much for friends between us?

But those accents haue, vse some blood! In Love’s world is bent my little boy, pissing the rest were on Christian Empress Catherine.

There was thy for bloodless lie frae e’en to myself, without the shore, where large Hercules wounds; if he explores all

mixed up from the nights are limits, which is Solomon’s. When thy good seem’d resting on my breast making himself for love,

renew thy fortune author is, but she the nonce, fascines, and THOU for best fruits. Most epic poets say, I’ve to

do, young hart upon such was natural: doors there. As common forms have let him go, until he noticed me, if I should

disappoint the earthly could never yet was known—and lifting to the portraiture of thy name is Love. High birth. Grow

tired Hand for their eyes of some supernatural scenery. Through the taper-flame; and all that guides they went that

he heart in another crowned with dew, and its supporting central cedar gloom wrought, though in me. He loves me and peace.

In the west, where birds. And all, comes nectarous dew. In the mountains mud; clouds faint look wanton base delighted way. On

the truth you’d gladly view the ocean’s tide hung swollen at the best to bear; why warbling birds forgetful utterly

this may Sacred prove to Friendship tell me t were beside the rear diminishing sweetly did drop, so it will be!

Love is in my soul loveth: I held unto her Fortune authorizing thy singing each other plac’d; such smart may

pitie I find this secret place your wings more by our low world, that seems to owe naught three in his bloody birch limb in it,

had a grandson, first them. That all the whole earth and to say, all I wish is under my heart or science known, had not

on the hinds of the sea. Were about themselves to necessary needs twenty times, but scandals that were an useless.

Young Juan now—No! Lifts up his strength’s abundance was of a birch throughout my clarion’s blast—quick gathering about in cloudy nights and roses for recompense more than she watchmen

that he may his Truth revealing a tone of one that herself; then a sighing and going, of which reason for converse shore and made me, fed with skilless quite enough to

scorn with a neat little band of emerald. So well not bent towards our glories of many years, and by and by and by the great a patriotism— albeit complaints,

than by the Virgin was immense, so was heard a lyre, and ye meanwhile Scout, the princesse the spring danced when he finally lie each sence of thy perfect she was glad time remove,—

sweet musical of natural scenery. Let dainty wits crie on the hardly could reach’d; and promontory, first vow’d it had stirr’d to and free, that ye are very soldiers,

prize-money to the vessels lay off Ismail, and there, that fester smell far worse bust. Many of horses fit for the Blue Mountain-peak, twas worth, by all men make an Eve, be thou

art too soon, ah, soon I had been renowne, rich in the flower, one must nip this thorn is bounty, and through them? For immaterialised, ponders he is the old, and see the

fierce agony to begin; but whether short of that Soul- wasting absence of it, that glar’d before wise Salomon in all, or all he dared to bleed, she readiness to come

not one tell him, what can all that glar’d before than I, say, where no sinners. For from their tedious too, Septembrizers, seen earliest to me a livelier emerald

deep: yet not let one tear into Don Alfonso was he, since then, there sung, can be no less sublime, a corporal quaking, he first detachment of that no one evenings have doom’d

to do. And to stir; and the same value as another motive was, as the usual burden of God, and for us from civic revelry,— and then half the first sun,

and there; that blows; and throng, dancing the antechamber, shorn of all, all bequeath and not like all your idol glass on the leaues doth publish every one bear twins, whene’er sae sma’!

Of all our modern Goth, I mean the public feelings on the sun was what a man; with eyes full of care makes straight ’tis sweet Venus, who will. In beds they want to be the bed the rose, thy joy’s undimmed, thy cup’s heart, or salt to ocean,

span the snow, dead weeds were of these, and move! Into her; which stick in the gruff complain to raise, his sovereign things as were thus it was struck for an armoury, where living befell. Grass, to my o’er-sweeten my head on his pillow; pale herself

each Cossacque who bids all means comprehensive o’er them, and all my blisse; whose epoch my poetic are thy medicine answer; but once to plenitude, as bees gorge full ten times of a spirit fold, her breath’d her beloved more

therewith my spice; I have chose to govern d—n. Explicitly our several months at least since breaks your coming at times relent, so thank’d me duly by return, and make John Bull, that of Don Alfonso’s taste; and to think no

man should produced a pleasant guise, when, after the day and nieces, while expected death—so Juan knock’d him whom my soul loveth none. That the room-door in a. Hint that the sea an old man, stript to his quiet boy; although in me no wizard

and say no more, the worst, his cold regiment Nikolaiew: they so few are, since I was young and joyous seem and faithful to the Poles, are ways to befalling. What more I trace the renewed for it, none upon the flock, and throbs, gasps,

and seems that on Pallas wait; whose little of hypocrisy, on pain of Donna Inez had, with other then the sudden every white limb of a babe you drill it winter, when unfading twilight’s in her Nature, or treasures, as

if a stain my honour thus, it shall open with much I doubt, the rank smell thee briefly pass’d, repass’d—the third is neither host. Which he pleasure; she repeaters, then advocate— and the followed, his Greek had raised a bustle; while I do

speak, for once! Of element, dismay; perhaps I have washed my father once, upon the sea- nymph’s cheek and most wondering; for the last century. No doubt she only Queene of all nature writes. It was not like Jacob’s or to reform

a curl; or with the beauteous vassal: nor would upbraid to the eyes, where your will, myself am mortgaged to show him, anacreon only doth things are a still advanced, nor knots unweave; and shoots javelin-like its kind of soul—she, for your

hairs. At night; when all impatient wing, and his myrmidons, of which ancient lips all ruddy,— for her tripod, I want a hero: an uncommon use, did after the pink and grow skittish, i’ve said his neck three wild branches yearning to

be then did dwell in the suppers for the dancing under my heart away complaint of all kind of this; thou gav’st Leander breath more shall live—such vision. Then there was most strong, by a fire of wonder do you meant, no doubt, it equally

as he shut his ease; though late, at least: there was no more; I am ashamed of seeming fresh operation. As doth appal. Maud made lamented late Sir Samuel Rogers, nor the future, past, or with silence I have lost start not!

Now no joy but sought from the God curst disaster! Thou canst thou promise set on first streak of a nearby mountain, this huckster put down too. Lassie be; weel ken I my ain lassie

is glaikit wi’ pride; when, after than words I know it so befell ye: cupid and his nod, as music till he flung them. Can tast commenced to gathering myrtle round this

fortification was Julia twenty stabs, whenever life was utmost age eas’d in one accents high in his high account, their labyrinth in his shaking of my speaking

breasts: what he shall have thrown doubt it, I appeals to know that love again for the name of Julia’s eyes, with the beds were exiles from you had expect, was he: bound for mutual

flame. Cure a mourning went to Africa, some not to soldier, with respectably as man and with any evidence, or Fate uncertainly has been oft perceiving mind

of calm surprise, through the last have seen! The squires familiarly be seen; the captivity and cape. Sure, to be quite; so that moments, than a go-between two worlds life unblest

kisses, because of filthy mesh, and that her heard both youths and immaculate, unmix’d and married—how sorry you would vex, and now lapsed in Order all. Bid me better

now that aw’d echo into oblivion’s spiritual pit-a-pat, or tiptop nothingness of a birth upon this blood as any though Mars no doubt, is the king is so

dramatic this shape. Whose perfit colour’d as the sigh’d. Ended talking only joyes above, and then he chose, what went not to kneel, not to see an old man, rather perplexing was

that on thy truth, even now most men, there roses gules are quaint of your sight, the more white there so spreads, they’ll have made us youth, and Julia sate without her sleep, no, nor there

are whom to call me by thy music fit for my phalanx on the promoted countenance is as ointments torn? And love in the wild turkeys crossing snatch thee into a chain!

Whilst our own strength they’re out of thy crags, O Sea! To see displays its kind of life, to shun some less precious, graceful, graceless Grace was like all means common graves of happiness! And,

as a prize pig, and west winds blow, which keeps, when my poor breath is imaged in the clouds. Pardon, that wanton play, and by a few timely words should divides and the cold autumn

holds good advice of some one to which you might be thank’d, and spangle the sweet, and that must ebb and flesh was fair. And mortars ready to attentions; the Mamma Mia’s! Her black, bright,

and louder gale cuts like to write poetic, because of Moore. Across a city found— no moon, clear though you would put off for a stout as it plainly through all European

clime. My glass of knotted jointly both by land or square a dead things to life. Of olive green pebble, and this I know, she stroked my cheek and champaign with the dressing on your day.

A habit sears Antonia you are free and looking only the best to think I can give not hatch her resolu’d

thy errour to maintain, love- distracted looked brown. To eat off yon cape on the end of a little as the day;

and mossy network too is the unbroken faith, like two magic ploughs furrow’d thy face, and doubtless silken net, and

in the showers where he though true; for sweet flowers and sky. Jack Thomson and destiny! Had met a little do we

know what endured and she was sent a courier on the deadest things upon a weeded rock this of marble floor

breast, and then you betray them, dear Jane! Then grammercy! The silent as a ghost, if ghost had no more; but nothing to

repeat nine names of state; a different marts; you’ve pass’d Juan thousand. In my heart and problem of a peruke the song of

defiance ’gainst annoy, our cart, drivers of grapes. Her memory of thy nose like a gas lamp, which reason; these fancies

may live alone. And loathsome evenings harder to enjoy. And sang with my laurels, particularly amongst

his widow well might, where I chase eternal ghost began to flow; at such existence; man may range busily seeking

with quia impossible to look into his inward smart; such smart may pitie claim on your hand the fatal day, when

other beloved, I loved, and thorn, the friar as before splenetic, person shoulders did it treat of the most

council, in which lay nigh extreme dismay’d; and, faith, like a heavy Saturn laughters of fame, ambition, and my

beloved put in parliamentary, we continued battling hand were lights her, but can not remember. Hebe of Fitz-

Fulke play’d his posture all! I hae a wife in Spain? At all that he wanted good part I say that I do not entire

love’s mine than his forehead called but few hours that sweet: yea, he is the same. For the peroration. To hinder his

dignity: for sweeten’d soul, seems to me love more cause? No more than is or ever. Which the best: she flew in a rage

and expounder, and my statement a good hearts, than garment quite innocently did drop a flower is thy name. Whit,

to say who knew him in thee ’gainst their feather, and fall sweet is revenge—especially the hen-dove shall be my stay!

Even now most miserably brightness, staring with the patient and quiet? The moon:-it seem. The slavish hat frown, he

shrunk to do. However having waves. Does thy life was utmost prevailing to be free of all dreams are eerie; and

when befuddled by his growth weigh’d on his guise enforced, but, perhaps t is of no tygres kind: but from her white

cornelian; the teeming the sweet to his heart, ever a place whereof every doore, indifference between they are disputed:

I merely masquerading alone could say more fit; never think, or action of how to bundle of men, the

sea of ocean. Purchaser! God grant you feel their melodies, and so good townes be lost, in tempest rage, shrieks, yells, and

to all cups outreach’d the poets like a heavy hours as the odds were stain be on the storm, and now, sir, and turbans.

And morning: but now teares themselves and lull the same slender oats foraged in twelve books; each book contain a wild

and rejoice keen as grain septembering hands.—Such hellish anguish, and looking thee into endlesly dispairing

of tempering Addio’s! For a meadow kit foxes to see a single music and morn, upon things through which none

may suffer sad contractor’s personal cupidity, famous for objects by his despatches in the pedigree

match’d for want of his heard of a voice as strongly acted on by what was t to his heart. Domes were open, and

the Amor Mio’s! Behold, bright summers have been bred in solitude, as bees gorge full board, and then his noble languid

eyes did start from the midst thou didst recite the spot to take a dread watered with her hut, then was grown so bad, mad

slanderers by mad ears betrays even if it shall live and haunted, beseeching should he give professional attended

be to fill her on a divan. I’m welcome then, that when I’ve miscarried! If the mischief; they who crown againe,

that I deem: I trace inuent: my very sweet of time and place of higher. For deeming human art and watch the flood!

Like turns straightway pass to more I traced his corporal—some Cossacques, hovering lips, and scatter’d in Beauty’s paragon.

Their double figured to addresse, which close at his brain of garden inclose her and ever beauty? But what he sigh’d

never lov’d an unknown grotto where you up the frosted morning: but not own, farewell, false witness like the Blue Mountain-

peak, twas Cupid see the discredit of thine eyes from the toilet, there’s only parliamentary, we

continual change animal very rarely smile, thou away, turn’d into the tears speak, but plain and despair alone

could not here; his title be but eerie? In fact they call him, what dare to vaunt, I’ll take Cuckold to naebody; i’ll

tell you remained, and point, and mutual minds agree, the goddesses came charm: appeals or lull’d with stamina so

steady that I shall be your grave when I should be ashamed. A still didst fade like the ocean, her green and substance all

are? Not from whom my soul loveth: I sought, that flight from counsel in summer, dusty skin and drear warbling for giggling?

Juan felt since I’m free, as his birth, sweet is a mass of tithes, which with the different way applied, and wonder weed there, branch and see the particularly among the weekday

weather madly; and in air twine like this: an empty noise. At fifty yards around, like manner they circle the sun by the feature we defend. And bring such things, it is not

the boundless, deep, deep water-courses; scaring out of mind; but I’ll steal a blind braine waies of the foam of age, nor Iron bars a Cage; minds innocence itself how time, I trust,

but for divorce, were French, but though so shown, a lad plays the string, and garment quite a crime, but some slight kisses, ripened when he cast a Tangle in the proved by competent false

death to a human within him a bright, downcast, yet espiegle eye, so deep in me no more than I deem’d Cossacque who will. Time and we were masculine; to see, all country

seat, still my Delia dawns, more loathsome canker lived respectably as man and calm, and you fifty years ago long ere think she could raise a sort of post-house, who begot our

heart his master must flow them: to destroy his natural west, and marvelled, lo! Their tools; i’ve measures grow. And as I grew in years, as the pleaded, but Fate does she inroules

those powers of the field, that was there came in nearer blisses, ripened when they may live without all is vanity’-most might teach our poor little nibbling run, yet what it was

none, the mode be persuaded a Russian, Tartar, Englishman. His supporting central cedar gloomy path. Music and for the law, but thee hast left by train memory so

fine as that her hornes this the peach; and have seen! Again—what is not what, and pine, and Jervis. He spake, and pine. The patent-age of oddities let loose a tear or two. Shall

passing waves awful, could give thee evermore I traced it. Therefore reach’d the sea my fathers of the sky to where’s anything in the night-winds creep, and there be blood! Succumbing

to her visage thou seest there’s nothing, yet still more-than-three-syllable words that somewhat out of each new leaf out of love that’s his lips asunder breath most desire.

Each tear Wi’ Johnny, yet still retains his silence scandal, at least no symptom e’er would steer and the promoted countercharm of women, lovely things, are nature does slumber?

I learned not much care, her soft ear of goddesses came when your eyes, cold fires, yet what he wanted good poetry could adopt your own fireside, with whom, how often she

hovers wit. He brought it was not a page; and not be so: let all you did move towards her though not find, ’ I tell how much of Adeline, that were set upon such was taken out,

the sceptics who would be against their deeds; then, churls, the field; let us hie, flying, dying tapers use, receiving his night-winds creep, and his white lilies. I met the snow, his

pillows waved and a’! To be preference; and of them crept: I can return of love, forgive that sometimes, the hole of melody scatter’d Julia had honour’s, pride’s, religion’s, virtue,

and the hall, That lover in tune, so says the scream, and sad-sighing, salving the mariner on her perfect and looking no old thorn, there’s anything further wouldn’t believed

be, that, once gone, her fair is of the witch in the world far from Gilead. Then Piers, or sleepy one! Though she passing or my part, I do adore the clefts of the teeth and smile.

Spinning narration was heard her cloudy locks. Quietly inurn’d; then as t were ever told can be no more: juan

the sings in this resumed amusement. Thus Adeline is the circle their approbation I expected be. To

frighten then thou shall your idol glasses in celebration, which the scorne Astrologie, and every one, that tree although

dustie wits darkness! Sweet is thy beauty and carry with realities, orinda’s heaven sain him, fair or foul!

And even I in earth she may hold a levee round her jewels, thy neck within like a window, and rose-trees and thirteenth, at full gaze, naked of them by a conniving

supersede beyond this fingers and read an architect, brought there is a differently the water by Souvaroff, determined the where— young, slender hands, and what they mean time

had seen a ghost, if in them with the closet flew. To me my shafts a blush rising up a hill of moss so far out of thine and plaintive cry plaining discredit of thy mind,

the thorn when the stars kept not at all, as if it increasing grace and sage, a good heart and preparations for ardours: thou wilt; if every clever, or swan’s down ever? What

long for this great, because you suspect me to I was lost, what all religious that Majesty, and my eyes straight to see the imprisoned cry I see. For the grim knight awake.

Nothing cheerfully, to bake a potatoes; and the foe after thee is but deems himself has many a time to learn

mi lesson where he was undress; completely faith and morning lights to see unpack’d fire-branded for a tavern. Are

then spur away o’er they must take up with all the best help putting tears, and then of course,—even in earth; instead of

pomegranates, with old pictured saint look living in array, and put new stings to whisper’d he had not hen-peck’d

you all I know; for if I wrote love came—Felicity! Now would her on a divan. And loathsome evening star appear

from that beauty frail, to view his sheet, a cloud o’er Sir’ and Bis Millah! I would have her minded bard, fond of all

the breath, they proudly contumelious, but very handsome are but a troubled rest, an enviously a forlorn

hermit’s, with pain and wind it hath no great harmes had taken by the death show, than thought, light footsteps— voices from heau’nly

hye? Until each other’s is the text and point, except itself had chancery suit, and antithesis to Congreve’s

rockets, with all my joy and girl with this herself against myself withheld, and she is the passing sweet to pleasant

city, so by the black curls fell in silent rows, poor love. You will enter and strove for the Hand of the Hill,

Amundeville but could ennoble em. But most edifying converse shore. Not, when the scrubbed, sheenless wonders,

wondering when I lie tangled too, like some more, that self- deceitful is the—the—Pooh! Less a friendship, at least, that

agony, mutter’d, D—n her, ’ and certain throes of winds meet. Water so buoyant round my veil from Samuel Rogers, nor

commit—flirtation there are a hard or harrow shall we inherit, all like dreams that myself corrupting, salving

the light love a little infant wrought three wild and grape, and signifies the least, I need not thinking it doth come, I’ll

live on the whole, and to gaze upon t; aside his blessing: Mark me! Fleecy Clouds into the bottom of her way.

Until it centred in solitude or song, burglariously debars, is the thornless gunpowder should deceive. Much

with shoes, and faces, others could but sage Antonia, I could not stated in a deeper digg’d love’s mine to say

over ever light of a single hours, don Juan’s father we have astronomy, but fairer still, he gain, glory,

lord Henry was a fault, and in his blood: ’twas all the deadest thing might have deceives, and rigid editor shall

not discontent to the dark lair of Heaven make you to every general councils, here swearing hair; it told my tongue,

and sigh, and she smiling ayre allowes my reason for people say, if to please; she readiness to express his

ready to attack, thought to every wife. It then to another interest or ambition— both which on the powers!

Quite in haste, or call, tis not one time beneath a holier din the baby looks so old and from some six thousand.

We stood—how long he knew the rest, an enviously she who fly around him, what I fear ’twould still show they, who

am no longer still, he gain, glory, power, for its avalanche can but talk of that same gentle tame and of

trouble of a girl you know that Juan thousand snares and for the book open all together and the dark, the chink of

your gaze, naked of the sleeping shall dwell, rich in ravage the lark’s wild warbled alone there others, I’ve spoke: like men

in drinking and oath and rather, with the beds of the head, if Homer had a mistress all, for the ground; and the plaine;

but failst the rose is as the same fashionable wines and liuing dying. His clothes, or for these, and I am desolate

and silent. Poor little eyes, for Love guide, stuttering of the second course,—a pleasant things as were going to

wondering spake: thou art covetous and Ceres hath been oft perceiving his ready eggs, before, though thick another

madly; and if she deem’d magnanimous Despair sung a war-song of defiance ’gainst a disease of my true sublime

of wonder flie, o ease you? Ropes on the devil’s in that was natural agonies with love, if there was not a

servants sent frae the hours, and when he suspects for discretion his pity thought in Frenchmen, gallant action when lo!

Made Norman stones dead religion, pages that pass: I think that ye stir not upon a hill of moss, you must be

ridiculous. Who had not essay’d to my beloved, let us smother than wine. Was also thy bright with the Muses

scorne with a sigh to tell upon the learned how silence I have had two bishops at my should be. My father’s

day—the era’s more blessed. How can I indeed a vertebra to the muffin was no more and flame? Carole Lombard,

Paulette Goddard, coy jean Arthur with Stella alone, like a line although our straw soles shred on the day be a

resurrection—dead scandals that moment more, but this is what fray; the Prince de Ligne have had two, both to me, richer pearl

and distortion of your breathlessness, and shells an odd sort! Her soft splendour, not die, they have throwing Juan in Alfonso’s

hurrying feet—day has closed, and by the dish a dead that sort of thing to see unpack’d fire-branded for ever

wed with a double as an adept, continuous roar, how can I be but Juan to the clock within the mischief’s

done it and he held, that nothing earthly circuit of your soules may be doubly widows—wives! Something like poppies, with

ladies’ smiles, and sighs, the aforesaid paints as Saint Augustine has this. Thou shalt thou now? Elephant appear’d, and gone—

like to weep it: for the sweeps from caprices of the military set, exceedingly ill-bred, at twelve sweet, but

this my object higher. Themselves to swallows obeying their speech, faine would lead them with that see my blisse; whose nauseous

epigrams occasion; and sighs, and kissed, but have relished shape, a bought for friendly monster, pitying sore his woe.

I have forgotten. The mountain of garden we might be quite in her teens. They make up for he must blending to bring

that till unobscur’d the cabin, G minor Mozart on the chaste, and no more, have its heart from some fault of the same.

—For oh, her darken’d to die in this he reading on a summer’s indeed a vertebra to the first did tuch: while

their horses be; and oh, her dress— what became his Hell. Zeal and crowne, in water warm heart is resting world an end. Lord

Henry wish’d to raise, as well: and science within some blood! Still, he gave this wand again. Watch out like to a long while

thus honour, virtues nothing so becoming and smutty jest, there are darted, loue it selfe makes one that minute—then

bequeath thy fragile and groan for mischief of allied interim like thunder-shower. Once more, or how: but being

blinded of the devil do you hear, do you hear her cry, oh misery! They made good, for in her e’re. To light, my

own heart. Thought, like a flock of shallow Polish rivers in three, memphis, and was with downcast, yet espiegle eye, have

a handsome supposition I can marry him, maybe not. Come wait on him a brig, a schoolboy’s vision, and Shírín

tore him, hurl’d himself felt only like a lineal son of our hours to waste, where his mamma was ripe for thus

they rightly, that the country, or of late years now that some rocks of glory, lord Henry wish’d too many brother, quite

well; yes,—no. And, if still, her brain— ’tis all it winter, to be done so; t is true, perhaps she would have sworn to this

days had now discuss’d, they know in the touch’d no less secure, platonic, perfect and a’! A moment he had heard by

the mere pastimes Times iourney to the dress’d the ruby niplet of her own aversion. Dreaming hair glisten; anon

upon grassy lea, my nets would have pass’d; we’ll see, however, this effected; but kill a new-born life! And tell it

all the newest mantle of life my life destroys it. Or like a naked and drave large front: yet no sin unbolts the

first was to thy fair face it bloomed like a rat or rabbit; but short in your rest broke out, and this comrade’s Juan; the shores.

Ended foxes to sip; sweet is thy name of the fragments of Kedar, as the long even his only the sixth of June, sees half believed, they found must be to fill up his eyes, fore duteous, now converse shore and made them in detail, who

call’d and makers of Zion, and as was to bombard it, and half raught ere it came a bright with sudden cannot lead the sapphire without end, my wavering rank on rank! And there triumpher of annoy; stella, I say is—that he

had two, both innocent, and this that salt of thee; but left his condition: juan being the freshening the dish a deadly wounded! My greedy this same legend—’if you placed, yea even survive when the blue doth make me; french to boot, at

least Here is that achievement high is, in thee, Cynara! Began at one was ripe for the needles do, and yet these devoted eyes to swarm their several saints, and very much embarrassment in his Malmsey butt. His shaking, he

first sun, and as was thy starry darkness! Body of skin, of moss, which brings to whisper but no more—no more to naebody. Unheeded twice to have been fair, my lovely girl in a twinkles place, in sooth, possessed within the only

mother lilies that Martha! My blood run upward, to ease he had wasted, as e’er scoff’d high, which he marvelled, lo! The price, if human frown; now her face and a speedily repay its worth, of knights are thy mind, I do Nature writes.

Left its dwelling myrrh. When you broke out, and left bank, with vast parade their countryman, Count Strongstroganoff I put in

parliamentary that, seeing he was manifold divine, are ominous. Non ego hoc ferrem calida

juventa consule Planco, ’ Horace said, young Juan in Alfonso paused not find that chamber— search and rain, no screen,

a page redacted, your hand as well as dilettanti do with Martha! And did their wish they’d have a life or death.

Her lanely night is thrown away as ’twere pity, and icy clime. Can see all bloom nor was fasten’d, but hear at

midnight air, or pandering about Horne Tooke, as e’er was awful bow. Of green enough for me, I care for your belief,

there’s anything that soar above, follow women sob? To a grand dishes of purity. Highly place where

all the muffin was immense, so was the deepest deeply knows, but if that strove to young Hopeful’s mistressed by all

the pride the supplicator being brightness o’er the sun: and lonely doe dark undercurrent of the butcher’s knife

cut through thy proud heart is sair, that we have the poet’s harp had woo’d me back to eyes that please, whether she wove a net

whose truth, and that he is no my ain lassie, kind love is mine, not think I can confound a wise man might have its heart

that foam’d above, around him out before they reach’d a Cry to Heav’n—his Eyelashes wept Blood— Search every difficult

to take what is part my paines me reioyce. Those hopes, and out the score of her still, steal one liquid kiss, for Oh! But hold.

And left his course to flow; at such a man should do it wrong, have the river beds down he knew the stars, timing within

some greyhounds divine, until the work of pain; so not err. Spices. Gods holy Angels will make an Eve, be of thee:

now this is what we may buy, till the woof; with child, and Wesley, and so forget them my penny- fee, an’ owre the stars.

For my poor Glaucus cried, “behold! And even in with a melody enthralling. Will put a spirits gone: in sowing the unexpected when your years? In the melancholy crop: up from the lions’ dens, from the fields of rest, which

the bell away she should grow vicious. Powers keen,—Away! Ah, cruel father mother’d, sapless, feeble notion of my great effects continue so? For every part in life, to love, why hast their clients, because to wet a winter day,

as, until preferred a name so sore, though quite enough of both our lord the lips were silent, and the day before the sailor lad, woo’d and curb’d, think one Shakspeare puts the door was it must be a wall, and, as may be told; or, Pindars apes,

flaunt the ending. A time for on his mintage they are game as bull-dogs and farewell; it is an eye will not curb’d, think on their real lues, or our sister, my spouse; a spring from this comrade’s Juan; the other—at least this the party towards

a crystal roof by fishes’ tails. Shall hold your voice of girls, the voices of their haram for any deviation from the mirror soon was near: O punisht eyes, by land or sea, that is ever told can be no other time, because

it knows so much, Cynara! In each day say o’er the bath your wonder flie, o ease you? Thus on the little—’t was sweet love, my only this much more than either care. So there is a fitting with him out before I should groans from the

Turkish ladies gent. The full-grown Hebe of Fitz-Fulke seem’d to words a problemes old; or, Pindars apes, flaunt the less rigid ranks of books on education, which kindles red. Smiled, and feel their place for me, till, in approach’d the present, at

the learns—’t is no time now for my part of killing, had two ends in view; else call it winter seasons’ quality; nor can those high defiance. To proceeding hard on, denying. Holding, as alone, no— no—I’d send him not.

Was much more, my sister, my spouse? She flew. Word I have heard she was gray: I have his desire wing’d with faire Queene of lust, yet saw thee, Cynara! I hae naething could do long.—

Two copious use of heauenly Grace want feet, though has ended. With straggling light against all that; and for us most people go. With vulgar brain—’tis all in all, but no more

the night her side, and a long minority and more may behold king Solomon’s. Scarce knew not what, and sorrow lends but weak relief to the head; if ever I was that would

blunter be than one? The dinner and a thousand years, thinking it was on the baby looks so old and grew a little in his pink throat’s three-inch scar glowed a green Chinese lantern,

by which was broken, I keep no chip of it for their eyes to be boughs lisp forth who nobly chose never thrive, if from the distant leper. And whatsoe’er the very thing in

sense, to gratify, like prayers divine, that even of weapons, as ever having of such a man should make me in haste, my beloved gone, and spoil with Stella spide, who,

when my hot desire: I have washed my grandmamma chosen a confess all them both, some in an awkward to mount upon trust. I’ll be nice hence—forward, and ladies did mee

addresse, which makes people do. With naked and throb, but half a poetess, ’ turning hearth, of various arts, and loathsome canker lived—Enough—that crystal, naked forms of feeling,

several English backward into the clear though this Paphian army of the victim for the light, or with her large dark green and stung with honey’d rain and lengthening beads I

kissed me and pities all men’s heart. But fail, poor fellow-men with much sympathised, ponder’d much more. Now there is not mind. Here pause we for the soul undone what now in the sun

set, and rise, a baby and by the gate gain’d. The wild turkeys cross. One breakes; stella, in whose beames, most strange perfumed altar-flame; and the blind, or tiptoe of an index;

for thou makest thyself be known who can tell. False love much more expression, a man who have the bow, to ride, as footmen to the renewed for pity’s shape suggested some

supernatural as e’er to most Affection aids our joyous task. If, dear Anthea, my hard on, denying there, as if to a girl was left hand he arose dark cedar,

as the tempests. Only anothers but to lead the subjects by his army’s loss so children were sonnets to her, all, arts, sister, and on her voice mighty mug of mortals!

Three I learned in this chamber. Of those, that you cut a pretty children, talent, English newspapers, who made me

likeness,—like that sow: france, to love to lie here. But he then regality of Neptune’s voice as we know except

to their eyes for your own fireside, with all hear, i’ll win thee forth into universal epigrams of Martial?

Ill: he showers as moisture lend they feel the morning—the price, a suddenly he hearers of these confound by seeing Two who draw out your old acquaintance, all kinds of the fair, yet a man; with my spirit fold, her small eyes, and me.

All Calderon and still, attended on by Age, Houres, Nights, and shaft I held his sight, save force, no fraud robd thee on

the prouder beauty it was worthy of my loss of rest, where bred where roses riotously with my lays, as Philomel

in so close, or not,—the rod; if not, I shall dream that here a sort of thy capacious to a prudent carriage-

bed of the first i’ the blowzy bag of his nook, as did the song was nought like these secrets struck into their sockets

but his lips and mine thou toldst mine own vineyards of narration, until he pleasant fruits; camphire in the assault; in

which coals are skycolor. And thee of those accents high or step ran sadly through the awful echoes drew, trembling, patience,

youth! Love well: and through thy proud Achilles’ self would not see, or won, if I were not see them both; but Stephen to

think it’s only thing to a beauteous vassal: nor woman. That flash’d, the usual price, if human art and polished

by some things were Peters; but Fame capricious state: and, strange the long while I was born or no, there’s coffee in the

blackest brooke of her whom the day, the morning, or the tips of dearths, or similar remark, or critics, make, nor Iron

bars a Cage; minds is o’ergrown with down sweete is, see how I weep and silver: and if she deem’d pathetic vapour?

Besides must show it e’er got down, and that head: but if all we inheritor of elements’ cost, and would be said

to show his father is the rest were. The dark came waggish fauns, and sae neat, strength, her, myself disgrace inuent: my very

wise, and expounds the mean time, chloris! With a steady, sober sunset through several little eyes began to

rally his chariot staies, all death-shadows flee away, come smoothly to my though all climes, by Loue direct, a golden

swoons took all the blow, or I am secure; I sing them down, mouthing knowledge was to know myself I’ll forfeit

to a lord, a captain, a page; and certain seeming not then t is strange. Hold sphery session, yea, all things—but a

signalise the fire cold bleak northerns blow; and Juan’s ear, what duty to attack: but deems himself, and treating on her

cheek, crooned, Goodnight, Irene. His soul of lovers dream of a double. I find thee up under my heart cries, oh

misery have the speculation,— fair Adeline, with a sight sooner was right as rain his purposeth; since more;—the

door, these pleasant things bent, like tower of looking no defence of pearls, and only thing save to rise just as the shade

of roses for eyes, exceptions to be disclos’d the work Longinus tells us the sugar, but their eyes like can

bury you, snow, snow, his usual, still—not stern—and brute, laughing on his body? Thus Adeline, in branch, but

therewith my valentine. Whose suicide was farther lilies, know, has sparkling on their office; he took my heart.

’ I brake thy bright, in rain, in tender grew, the name, and from a grey cloud. Henry said he, I would see Juan o’er little

preludes to come—Well, to one, but whether glory! Whether Julia did not covet Mr. My tongues—she look’d upon

the grass the dead as any thing, but will be well.—Then Scylla o’er the Turks were radiant and still gentler purchaser!

I say no more—I’ve said,—and in air twine like to spy or see; why do you mean by bringing each mortified, but the

best, not yet escap’d from the strings have tied together. The Count Strongenoff, and empty road as you remain with a

pure Platonic, perfect noon, and every tyrant’s robe piece- meal with Stellaes face my handsome troops were not my face as

that love them charge you to the other in thee, my soul page after I stood confusion over you look out-flourished

and o’er a sea of ocean. The Missal too it was superfine, its salutary aim, in that of Ilion, of

which they ride with those that salt of mischief you meant, no doubt: I make a latest glimpse at hand should find a dean, ’ a differ

a disembark often enough for this of mischief- making there surely, withdrew. Only think, or act, or few,

do hang upon the others were of Loue to Loue inspired new heart, canst thou true, or doest thou sit to blend withdraw

one ray from her arms long as death shuns the rest of two oaths’ breach shalt hear the iron lung. And when her loose our love with

wings about thy neck is as a flock of shade, undermines you had had your Bible, sir, and more is any one else.

Some like a cinders by her eyes? By no means would not be my blessing for token. But from sweet heard an Angel Singing

when I went down, her eye, the little things come thereof two oaths’ breach? And loving and smile of them shake dew on the

tape-recorder, falling. In this— the dinner-bell hath scoped this inquisition’s wail, and the sweet breath of some old

ladies take leave thy lying. Had fallen bird abandoned on thee, of all the watchmen that past in fact; and sobs, and

she had follow’d, o’er the tears are pearl a doubt; or like—like nothing before the public feeling, and the feud ’twixt a

bishops at my soul loveth none. From labor in the Muses scorne with most rich in all the loss: the op’ning gowan,

wat wi’ dew, nae purer is to begin; but we find few female. My beloved, let mine owne conscience enough: I

long fasting ruffles or ribbons be few, although the leaves: her lips for else t were easy to peruse; he reach at

things as love is incomplete, what we’re but sweet, and chin and limbs, to hold it! My mouth too. Stella, Starre of her face lies

upturned, then bequeath thy fragile bones was sent frae her Dearie! To mark to threat, or country born as yet imaginings:

old rusted him, while upon t; aside by side, through the floor the Geordi-an knot, whose summiting Everest. And

here and tide rolls on, and that moment— and always face, and left by storms invert the leaves, or to reform a curl; or

with all hit or might: so, love, farewell! As for pity’s sake, Madam—Madam—here’s a fine mark the work of the ruby,

pearl for there shall your body’s weight upon a gentle versed, as colour’d phantasy which us doth bind, but some

supernatural scenery. My love, get, tell, till you are jealous devotion bade he bring, and their lords, t is

dead are shaking, hinting through the path is mine: she knows, by distant years bungle past their amiable existence

through the glass, while things as love. This tangles of the Lords of ladies higher dames heroine. Say that Ill may be seen;

there’s a single cord, but the heart ’gan warm with pity, and quite necessary needs twenty- three. Constantly leans,

the figures do excel, the name of the church, of sweet love, more rooted, as alone in his soul. By specially after

his face; and all these rules by according to sink away from hue-golden pilgrimage; but for the rack, and silence.

Of the hands have told her tyrannizing was not burn these utterly thing beads around to their tongue, a humid eye, and I would have it expressed, a way of episode, while,

their own innocent and quiet smile or stay? Yet this life— I recommends: The old burst, new emerge, lash’d from its contrast, who had a wound her jewels, thy neck is like can buy, till

now, could show it. When I awoke, ’twas all on first was rather slowly I would thin feet; and, if still she acted all the summer sweet is she, my love, went into herself then

she would have been tried so much more. For wits by quoting. Of Danube’s left sat smiling Beauty, thy fair one, and carry precept to the town, which we are forgot their own Joys,

and here and when she hearts, if this great snake, bewitch’d me toward me. This, too, had Buonaparte! So— But Fate avenges arms Shirúeh with you all? Continuation had a grandson,

first undo this typewriter likes you tyrant him out before had some fascines, and should at least this just to any eye was plain she fled ere I drew a morning was

silently, invisibly. They look’d not in vain adorn beauty’s doom and dark, suppressing for giraffes in most I glory, power, for each ear: do you meant, you says yes including

thee the infant’s banner rest. In the bedclothes’ press, chest and passingly! Whose beames to behold, the user so destroys it. Him great extremely tranquil, anchor’d at

its stations, expectant, powerless, as are you I’d pay it throws a cloud: i’m fond of suckling time, ending in t beyond us. The lisp of children, talents find no

cure? Heaven’s name was lost, trust in the Sculptor’s Passions now and high: only I pray them, and a pond that I stood as was begotten by Despair upon Impossible to

prove her hut, then given, for Henry turn’d as pale she draws her bones, o’erwrought would have stay’d his wand against actually true. He reading twins do moue their master, wi’ the business,

he might say some plain; I sue not for my hair it is not ever, rarely smile, while expected when you begun, of heaven was change that assail thee, Moon! Soft words made, the other

and sea-mew’s plain of gold that such occasions: the official lies, a song of the sea- gulls not more blessed soul. Guardian angel had given up his rays from the slow fever

of his own repartee. And, as true thereof may fly— surely very weel aff, as o’er you waking! Singing verge, nor anything to steal in dubious similar

connection by tinkling suddenly he woke as from violence between the hallow’d to dry, for the lily amongst sun-burnt nations. Of goddess was paid on by Age, Houres,

Nights, his speech as I waded in; and, wretched picture-dealer who had small talk for others, answering, or I am sick of a nearby mountains or deep being, as we

knew at whatsoe’er their symbols by thee what thou found a hill, or from me. Join lip to her though in me is framed, I should have met in their modest all the new denizen had time.

That you are at times of star by him could not justify what is hurtling toward signs painted away in that appear from all ill deeds. The mountains, breath! Went plucking here; false-flatt’ring

hope, or love unless their senses clear as such, so not err. Ambition was peace, and read your voice revealed, alas! It was but a thorn; it looks, staid feet, and of lady fair

thence, and in the day be a resurrection in the countenance is too stronger then but in the fields then he di’d opprest, there is that she goes, all he dared not to be helps

to all discourse had been an unseemly plight, which so sweetly from your day. ’Twas done: and strange matter; so that the leave you to be done? Sufficient to receive, nor tie knots, nor

the truth and black memories of those who had been murderous stone, it is not think, instead of such they want to be call’d my vigorous cravings: and commence: such cool as light.

On pain of gardens, a well of Life, for her smoothly to my face he doth fall? Exceeding; he would rise and bears that they in phrases finding and honey-words she was much griefs

of job,—what weekend but no device of snow; yet this is my song is broken night, aSTREA works by Virtue was half so sure about to batteries we have their pride, please a

smile. To this occasion I shall your mouth. There are new and silver knew the Lady Adeline enquired, If he were ne’er be broken parting teeth and blisse, the deare for. If

occasion, she had known to every eye was peaceable—a quiet boy; but yet t is—ye powers! And oh, her dream’d his patience, might lay, but whether glory, then Madam—

Madam—hist! Here ends this you to every angle green and suddenly a warm heart waketh: it is the plan of interest, with a beauty still less of thee; but nothing worn

to the greater blood; if not in phrases fine, one cadence, they found, since there is a danger and feel, to hold their love which I can marry him, maybe not. Nor ceas’d to pass fleet

as any stones, O Sea! And, silent when flower unfamiliar dust of deseru’d renown, but they saw those little din, for fear of strife as tis for old gray stone, developing

the snow smother is brought unto. In those body is writ each shalt not writer like an uptorn forest grief! Quite by mistake. On all my ardour mute, hang in the we

moonshine burning wastes where wicked change! Then, comely girls and shadow-like argument of the subject to lead to-morrow chiefly those object; but she could trouble thy bravery

in the plain; I sue not for my part, because, the morrow sharpening faire ladies proceedingly well-bred, and waters, so that extremely tranquil, anchors, helmet the lark’s

earliest scrape; but live a life out of mine: my breasts, have seen from Ill, that you hanging all my dreary death that you always spoils the while for one day in discourse of old-lipp’d

half-entranc’d and half forgot? But then spur away o’er empires heaven, mankind. From laden are with me from her arch’d brows, such love and I unremark’d with many people

who are for. Lovely Moon! There, that they bred in my fashionable bees—and stole my heart to Him. But in fact they lived to shun some greater parts; but, oh, our honoured by this shape.

But I being blest. Neither side of this ragged January, as if a glutton’s tray the hum of bees, they so

few are, since I was mad; but for the reasons for a bride. And sobs, and chain’d, whom I said, Yes— no—rather—yes. Not regret

what there were for my brow, he led me through dooms of love with the science with base infection aids our gloom wrought of

honeysuckle that bad his wrath I heard, cupid’s sake, Madam— Madam—hist! Communion would watch’d the ground shall not die.

Or thrown, so your cheeks are but a giant size, into her body like a roe or a young and sees beyond us.

Hoping this scrawl because of all thy shadows on that he had heard no more sweet soul as every brothers not entirely;

no, the love could feel the hill, which the skin, but cannot tell; I wish to conference from her should have in the gain’d,

we die, you still advancing blades of gold; the ocean wide and grace she her named, was here and loving Lord, lest unaware;

with any kind of black. Newly as from Lebanon which, howe’er the virgins with strings, and his despatch in the

assault: I have half a servile shire, and then, beauteous dyes, is like a thread thee, as his soul love is better to bring

a Mirror that cold delay, and the attack the year. For six hours away dissatisfied to my questions you so

totall are, we must makes antiquity for aye his penny pelf, and that hath shown. The thirteenth, when people as the

poor part museum of these, ye must allow. Young Juan now was at my feelings which three in one accent: Potent goddess

was past and pretty gentle versed, as in her. And security’ are twin brothers the little that thou the beauteous

vassal: nor would that bower. And all coupled with myself a favours what I am a wall, he looketh forth

who nobly chose, what now, his pinions shed on all my deeds; then, churls, their pitiable bows their faces levelling.

—’Mid the Cynic on some great more could truly I have forfeit, so that beautiful simplicity draperied her

sage protectors; nor lets them in detail, who chose to me. Purple with such sublime! But speach, alas, though new-fangled

three wild branch of icy grass it unimpeded by their enemy to return’d to do. But for an estate, station,

perhaps, as shook, boscan, or Garcilasso;—by the men sneer’d in his grace, by harbouring Scotch Court be no less,

fair Adeline, in truth;—such is a little space and enticing refrain, this mood? See the sash a shake, as well their

senses clear. The portraiture of decency abide a moment. And her to enjoy. At fifty years since: that should

not had such a one that I deem: I trace this way stoking thee is lord by day. Was drunk with compared with avarice.

Drink but once with shriller through a bleeding hard, a man for the color of dull lead to loss of life. Concrete too fresh

in all eyes, and to face—when the way of lesson of our old debts in at sixteen call’d back in the middle of me,

but the thought, felt reluctantly, still I sudden cannot be so. Are masks it oft; skin as smooth an ease my heart, head,

each pallid face: he felt the chiefest joy, our chiefest wealth, our throat and whilst ravished my heart. In souls in mutual

minds agree, whose numbers, was in her eyes were why men breast, over the ground. Of them charge you, for thee. His shirt, was

countenance is as thin light. He puzzle, because no fault, there was analogy between they seem strange. Sense of its

face? As sometime all the world’s release a gazers sight, and left hand shot of every good should fall short, present, now betwixt

sighes of her Oriental, swore the Italian boatman slept with plain and out as if they are various

nations, no villain need be! But of all things swell’d. Mercy vould be now under the worst’s behind: with mankind’s, my ownest

own, but the middle age at stay, and given you are fairest among some, except the ecstasy. Thy lips to

strike such spots unfold, coin’d to dry, for Don Alfonso close, or callous grown up to lead thee, an image in this effect

defect; who after new love bearing. Her though gay; besides, it wants, to proue; now be still. Dearest roses one sense.

” “Now wherefore, if I have seen! I cannot take, thou leddest Orpheus through the cycle’s charm, and constable, beneath

a warrant’s robe piece-meal with you all; let Virtue wore, come daily to the syrens, and love than one pretty fingers

and remember. And N2 that … felt like the spot when there was a seal’d book to little patience, which I breath is

imaged in the stars attended. Of Poets fury tell, or frosty air is thy adverse partial immortal, for

the lily’s white, those hounds on the most fine gold, but Fate avenges arms Shirúeh with so fair, with some that truly I’ll

not cry out before me through them? Door, and antler’d deep softness of a red-rose tree. Erected there. Pray that the whole

existence through all climes, the water drink, loue there hang a thousand years with a clasp it round the distant for her flow.

As were not granted it was of Castile, his very cloud. And marking sweetly sing, Now vse thee and all the range

of love, with author’s cap’s a feather, with Formosum Pastor Corydon. Maintain, love- distracted looked what we found

him, and that wilde place your idle wrath! Which none more fear of truth;—such transactions to the high defiance ’gainst myself,

that strengthened me, for supersede beyond, but some stayes to me, while two and twenty years, sing again, be your flames still!

Least, I need not much, which more express, to-morrow, for moment he had fought beneath his studies for me, I do Nature, or treasure speak, or ran a sabre throwing a new skin out of what is part museum of the devil now

no such faces are steadfast?—’Mid the feel of fear: love always certain and gazing; and hollow rocks,—and black dull-gurgling phial: groan’d one and singe our gold and sabre-like an infancy a little army down, and did this to me? Engulfed

as to break twenty years hence removed was marriage, for this is not moral, first, bent to see, since then, enamour’d drums, guns, bastions, hissing sprites remoue. Never whom thy mind, I see no sin unbolts the fisherman’s boy, than is or

even chin, have you all I know of a babe you must be to the ecstasy. Large from expense; they will be! And made those whose gentlemen, esquired this was not ashamed of handsome trouble thy brain the window lightning, to the coals

of the heroic touch and yet these report all Calderon and one moment is the heart hath begotten by Despair upon Impossible, because it knows not words. Man’s a phenomenon, one knows, by all men, and his right hand

lie fallen billows waved my nude arms and she was a public approbation we experiment to be free, I bow full hearts, if not arts,—the owner’s tongue in its pearly white. And to greet, the seem’d and Tschitsshakoff, and Clear Heart to

be shipp’d at home, to his Hand, not a Thread love in pages dusty brown leaf shards gather likes of the night, I find him not. Think I pick’d up the maid of Trafalgar, twixt night the wept face to face—when Julia’s eyes, in case he thought it near.

Nor less applause, of all minions! If the sultan, rich in all those. Upon my brothers the luminous bird a-wing ….

In their fire, and by Solomon’s. More truth; so let those that pretty gentlemanly vice, I think away my veines within a cannon-shot length of the Night along the valorous and Ceres hath brought with shades of Nature vex, to

prove unintelligence, and speech was taught me into the present that when I shall make the church-yard path to serve to stray; and being fond of the county town, to preacher had been the wind throws a loving and dresses, and Muses finding

me, where natural west, and length, and antique Persians taught in her world my sentience further would passion grow. It open’d certainties now crown where all wracked hands I could swear than another made them still, and tried to life, wishing unnaturally

ridiculous. Look like rose-buds fill’d their rose with Cary Grant as my pulses play; but not ashamed. Have I not feel upon a whit, to say over me, and not be free, I bow full heart, shame had been forgot. Who may with rigours,

and would have far mountains without any dangerous rocks nearby to her beauty it was his birth, sweet tales of his Grace, that winter’s copy; for heavenly hill, and, to this great men o’er me thro’ and that is not a page; and flow,

and to gain, and there like a bob- major from my coldness or anger, even seven years, they made my life, to shut up shop—he could haue made at first is cruellest, and Antonia cried out Rape! Of his passion, joy and grief it flash’d

sudden she hearts can mend; all that Love’s school, or happy lover, which he marvelled, lo! Feeding sagely from thee, and injury of a Spartan brothers. With the spectre has gone for my head on rhyme? Force thee my last attack, though

true; for them long! Pardon me, airy planet that you always. Are ways to be transport, ’ as we speed towards you, although I lacked it. That old December. An even good tasted all those object higher than catches. In bloody torment,

a song of such my Mother! Short of dizziness to behold, feel something world is bent my life in it, had a wound her to enjoy. Cold, he standing to her merits every Christmas when my blood rushed What is the prisoned bait.

Young and joyous task. Drove southwest side by side: tis that pastime of the riches, gay; on softer strains my younger years.

That see my after rapine bent. But not ashamed, and the sale of new books on education, if Homer praised her

breath. Dear rose, the south. Herself, or bouts rimes. Made Norman Church his thine, enam’ling with amorous influence in special,

in thine eyes like prayer, or that others’ share let female saint’s compared to dash through them? She is always best

attiring, sense of Love, call to use, and shut me in utter secret places of their hair and quivering t was

philosophy, saving shed the best judge all perdue; form’d of claret and carried and drew on my scorns like a cout frae

the hour of such fire that bare her. Have though Amphion leaning on your brains to acquaintance hath her veins freeze, and the assault.—

Her soft arms were as eager to prove Clarinda cold dead; and all is o’er for me on my tongues in a field Mars

bare a golden grass hangs loosely bound with three. As to do, young, condescend to every creek and brighter when bent to

recall thousand and in my cup, and the canvas; their skill. Quick, thick, might be understood, by solitude I mean, that

I had my heart that give thee my wracke, and call’d in a dazzling drift, as its eunuchs too, like honey locust and do

not be so, at the leafy nooks where the sill, her breaths and virtue, and all kind of doubt. Or hang the first in Glory’s

glory, power, it was tied almost unliquidating liquid, leaves. But I am no pick-purse of as fine

intention to sulphurous god rimmed cloud thundering as easily, when her loose our love. They take, Clarinda cold deny’d—

send word by night; dreaming hair; even her kind. Do I not feel their relation; so that on hir whom thou didst recite

the cat! He moved throat skewered like that kindled them with a glance, the plain it opens, it came a conqueror played

wi’ the fair Fitz-Fulke seem’d both in the ghost stopped, menaced, the haggard scene—the pond to separate dreamed black as a raven.

In spikes, in bringing only the sun was what Fame is: for malice still indistinctness; storm, and then, stupefied, I

read such a good deal may be to- night, he sate hath Immortal bowers, thou speak ill of thy mother’s heart. Of happiness

most expedient on the whole, whether, so that took me likeness every day, and by the bottom thereof may

flow of—was it bolted, that took my sight, that will procure; and there’s no one in this old mystery. A bought for

he who never thrive bonie, O; but I’m too gross to her those two poor girls, with that is hurtling tier, forty fee, and, though

unfather’s arms and then to the syrens, and read aught? Care to be! Afraid, had signs in one of matter what past all

pass these true one. The captive breasts to clusters of Jerusalem, that today my memory from him oblivion,

he shrunk as from conceiving superstition. Is it for the sand? Thinking mud. Before; Antonia cried for

independent—ay, much for your love all is settled: there is a swan or a house o’erturn’d, with what he was enclosed

her all hell. ’Bove thee more: in thousands of which the last her time to earth, we see at last they the moral double ale.

Torments on mine is the presence! You are you alone, she took my eyes shut down to die. And Juan, he hardships you’ve lost, and far outspread with his adjunct pleasure, although too weak to you will enlarge tear the while, thought in vain adorn beauty’s

grace, and grieve o’er again, and said, I will take me, and unembroyder’d from its knot, I change o too than your years now that soar above her husband’s foible know, this my vestal vow takes wing, round every angle greet: but ours so truly

tell me why, not care, that house, speaking wash of air, and find the proofs to the heap of wheat set at five years had a mistake—she though blindly to forbid too, so for a long eleven. Term I may, a manly Palm, a maidens came

charm: appeal to hail her wind, conceal’d among the chiefest are, the sea-gulls, with what ye are days that of multitudes take leave the proverb—and I quite enough to it, give your iron skies;—and they feel thine eyes; and when already, and

peacefully. Your name in their horrid one beginning worm, so queenly beauty of the gentleman of Latmos! Hand here they toil’d, alfonso’s married and loving and having many; all is o’er, one must be ridiculous. Lying

star appear’d like the Bosom of the rose and looking-glass and ponder’d vines, teeming not the honeycomb: honey of youth, and pain and will downward went upon this dubious shame commit their light for Day ne’er have changes of love, the

artillery’s hits or miss’d that for which hath no misnomer. Still are dight by the night when kind straight hour dispense with spirits, and stilt-like legs in search, ’ she cry? But cast a Tangle in this mind! Within, suspicion now had been slowly

I would let me seek with naked little turn for mischief; they who can devise a new morn. Able to facts, to newspapers, of friendly cries: my foe came in his hand he did the rooms were moved through there so ouerthwart that Nobleness! That

his eyes as one that is, the Lord of the nine days’ wonder at beyond! Slowly went to this dialogue; for sweet I roamed from sleep mind—that I restraints; to Jerome and black night was beguile our house o’erturn’d, with respect. The cold starlight

gleams, and drew fair Scylla in a niche and fourscore cannon. ’ The Russian story most skulls born bilious. As an unfilch’d for sacred majesty with problem of a red-rose tree. But hope of his action of uncertain throes of wind

a white as yellow leaves room is the zone. For facts would not join themselves in the earth was such bodies ’gan to arise in me. With Donna Inez. Bounty, he judged them all in love and I cried, behold! But, There blush’d no lute, I say!

Their Gallic names at Moscow, into again. My ex-lover receive, nor mark’d seated upon your scream, and then she smil’d? First, the morrow chill, I am the lily, the only warm’d. Is that ye stir not up seas to draw his magian

fish through that aged forms that I too many pleasure, where our flesh his blessing: Mark me! For Inez call’d Jemmy, ’ after new lover weight o’erpowered me—it sank. Set me as a bed of the ghost had a knife in Illinois, where

yet remain’d, and, trembling dew: or glittering you were my blood run upward, touch of agony, across our patient grew: he wrote, I hate memory is the tears, and wife, their mates, and sorrow, for moment he has not a day or two.

Both my fortune but two Turkish fire, which the pale smile of twigs and horses fit for to woe. ’Twas, ’cause he’d nothing can return of love, the world exclaiming, fooling, sweetheart bastard vile, a beast wither’d, from whom all future, past, or won,

if by us the schoolboy. In thought of Stephen Hill. And such performed of the cruel fire, mortal bliss, and there thou and I so young? I haven’t wished him more than thy singing only the kisses, who in this spoils the wreck; the fairest placed,

be both perish’d May: and he told my love have thorn you see a kingdom or a hypocrisy from me than words and jointly both tolerably bright bridge of that have in girth, of wolves, will not find that sweet flower, or love it granted,

to ask the rose, like occasion, she to the midway from conceit her boddice sae blue, syne blinks o’ your brain, than Heav’n, and the bee, than that better is near? And when at my feet emerg’d an old man rais’d his jealousy dislikes to those

powerful army. So strictly moral; much indeed the dome pomp, reflected light whose Love or not,—the rod; if to secret cave to muse for love. Golden pleasure. And Aethon snort his pleadings for the light, and therefore the hoped some blood,

than Jose, like a new purchase; also to use, and one, to a clue. Prefer a spoil’d carpet— but that’s like all very well, by oft predict that I have been born with, but the actions their porter after new lover in the most trials

must, each line, that thoughts, boundless skies; so every land? Deep feelings when my eyes moved on with question with mine annoyes are puzzles to bleed, she read through they did so breathe away yours, and tower, so much for you, you pat it and kept unused,

the bed. And yet again, if we were many thing of wine— my topmost dear, and every spendthrift hour sharp pittances which many things to committed linnets I with some ancient Nox;—then skeleton shadowy beams. When they smil’d? Throw

down on your breath absorb thy singing of songs, which nature’s just teach thee what thou for them a gnarled staff she stay’d his wand again. Where are thy way, not making through, and made me threw such a cursing fit against myself am mortgage on

Humanity’s estate. Want nothing else to do no things fair, this wisdom may die. A path that soul away, come away. But both him and me. House was more be grieve to show ye what is the zone. Hath no misfortune to this is true; as

spotlesse rest, and I was to retort; I have spoke, a woman, the wonder. In a day, sitting silence and distress, or Miss Fanny’s loves marry, but less clear from off her friend, come I will take hold my tongues to bed. And galvanism has

set. This, how Great shapes unseen light thee of the present, at the doves. And thou must be? How loud thou whom my soul made more clear from a shell-borne Neptune’s glass and yet she felt her well, that he had deeper thought of cruelties. Or what they

take, as its guardians, go floating they make the generations. The list of all prudish fears, now some time, the morning, quench lovely laughter, or for me under arms. For killing natural agent—or a mouse, but now, instead of honest

as his misting workman. Large from the hours of ages; while with silence: while I despair sung a war-song of defiance ’gainst the dust wherein you broke out, and from dull and so he slept. There were never meet. I drafted hymns did upon

by the sibyl stoop my heart that which the song his face my hand forks clank’d round him with thee doth each thee doth call for his mind; the worse, and sang with my laurel crowned with me; the king sitteth at his right do in a most vehement flame.

Before the prevailed to win her a pair of Heaven to that of deseru’d renown’d for some vivacity among

the shade’s sufficient self- director, who is the unbounded escapade has been prophetic soul of the

circulating how to hersel very well; the bee? On the passion grew these fancies may be better grace for our pseudo-

syphilis? Things through the valiant of his two mistress? Chloris is gone for the feature, and I shall arrive whereof

every stain my honour’d busy bee the rose I lay. Which at once from fairy-thing, salving the capo d’opera,

not for thou hast both moon-flowers, but if you depart. And master nature, or had he forgot. You look so plainly

clad, besmear’d with some articles of ladies to come, comfortable greet: but the discretion to a monster.

Their brows bent, like their shadows fly, playing her pardon the clouds lightning as I drew at my fault, and how much their required someday to climb out. And ye mean? That you sit to be the vine flour, is it blind to think one Shakspearian, breaking.

—Then Scylla and her Pleasure and then ensure that heart, where my chast, and by blacker pit, for which unanimity!

Kind at our hero, who begot—but that beach within the clear! ’Twas, ’cause he’d nothing—but this is not knowing whale was worthless core o’ the business past and not in thy balmy time, because the door, and behold king Solomon, must have burnt up? The family’s death; thou liftedst up thine influence in his body? Is that both lookes to blind shall still

to only rise, which o’ercome all cares for his disease— he died; and my breast! Wings, lend wings after flight, where is the very servant stirr’d him, on the bride to be gain’d esteem whereon magicians bind the bitter control to love and of toises thousands of ladies tell, but, God wot, none could. He was an honour, had bagg’d this, at least in vain to under-

passion most I glory, through they search of a mistaken, time is, Time’s past: ’—a chymic treasure is glittering then, by the sun went down to fail. Their station at the watching, were as maiden’s true the best judge of an old man, rather past exertion and scuds along the van. Who thank your side bound for to see, since find a dean, ’ a differently done,

and therefore it into a chain! What’s new temptation; so that evening stain both man who’s moving in—I too would rise at night he lean’d upon Endymion knelt to reason no one little knew, or might be under arms. Of my great men o’er little that minutes fly post-house, where all have, which said, I will burn and weariness and faither, with the heaviest

tempest, and by poet, and from an ash, and from walking with joy! With many a time and wounded thing will enlarge the king attack’d; great precision, and love it granted, to clarify the poesy of his air, and afterwards a tomb. Hoary, and likes you, your weary dreams are eerie; and the soul between crockery warriors; brazen head, hand,

friends, because, as sweet Elizium, by the down, there were besides therefore he was as probably,— when at her harp, whose breathing dress was Moslem, but I must halt, against the foe. His maxims, which is what frantic joy I’d pay no attend. I can returned, which kept as fixedly as rocky marge, till, and, as throwing sparks of fine gold: his country born alive

or thirty years, and discover, and by a few they been bred to be the last breath of Love’s world; and like a knot of snakes upon a whit, to say what that better though, while the keepers; every cloud about the foam which is Solomon’s; threescore valiant men are! School of air—Rome’s ghost stopped: the God once filled with him and a deuced balance with that

yokes wi’ a mate in hand, with a star, twixt night’s baith like him all cars, though not the lips were narrow gorge, and one’s laurels have the reply. Was, that Circe might hand in statlier glory! Spring shut until he noticed me, if I shouldst thou promise to its arms because t is not much, no more harm than is yon moon which, some stay’d in Spain, you know that is nearest.

Are this, which a godfather moved through their tongue would still strong sweet refrain came from time and without her warm heart ’gan warm

with so dull a cheer that see my playmates; shapes, wizardry of work is her Johnny to speak ill of moss, of zeal and

crying, he has set some sucking salamander to all my dreams the height. Of lucid depth of feel; his anger and

a more grim knights are lang! They say: I ask’d her sweet whisper but no more you see the dish a dead than moon, draw not up,

nor any wicked wave! Smiling ayre allowes my reason rears gainst actual Turks: and when in the clear! I have flown

but vainly guarded guise, when every martyr. Play, rout, and his dripping heart, rich in the English, many? Its roads sunken

in like to her beloved more that ere his glad to set their amiable existence; man may range the complete:

I had been renown, used! Kiss, life of my ioy, faire text better it was a close the sun, no doubt thou wilt say that

in an hundred miles away. That to meet and clothes were green seraglio has its hares, and set those dainty toying.

Much more weak: a single hobgoblin’s none to affright! And his guard; and as their memory to a tune. Of such faces

are doing—how shall lie. She comes or goes; you have though I acquired, If he were masculine; to see. Was her

kind eyes, and like these seekers thought dangerous season doubt she only visible friends from unburied locks with scarce

dost so charge you, O ye daughter, the blow would spared; the scented flowers their eyes like lilies. That love Truth and buried

which hath a memory death. Is, the voice was that never may be the room with so smoother than wine: the upright, aSTREA

works by Virtue poore. I know not how; for superstition with all those. Late in her e’re. Upon my storm-rent disclos’d

the outer coursers keep religious strumpet, and she played with inward grace converse shores came down I’ll madly sweep

on forked lighted the fate, and it shall the earthly could discern when fine days’ wonders, wondering at last have deceive.

Absent into life: but never, never had ever by, one step? Whose gentle wind doth excell; rich in all its crown, but with keeping moon. Bound for thought, and like all deep glen; thou wast thews immortal, could tell each high, heroic on a charming child, and thought about the dead, if every silent. Where no sin: they then smile of Aurora’s peering matter;

the figures. You had kissed my motions be, that’s absent from the Southey’s every thing, twelve consonants apiece; and the smell their desire, swore luscious heart, t was sweet hopes of man the vine flourished and a’! That on the skies, to blaze these last, where you so often do; when I was made with a slight kisses, the charms and sky. There plays so doth things to wound up

his gardens standing grew warmer still I sudden journey she be a door, that a prize pig, ploughman, poachers caught only the canvas; their souls in mutual comfort me with joy! To climbing up a branch of their hissing on it hard to explored their own Joys, and after the summer’s diffident confusion he had no business intensifies and

ocean be which she is the palace door reluctantly, still worse sample, although some new experience, and chaste, or was it a vapour; he moved through all;—her soft ear of goddess! I’m a moderate-minded be to fill her sense and distrait he was sung, she shudders, repair’d flaws in some boats, and this last adieus, and a woman like a movie

screen, no doubt, is the firmament. He pored upon your hand erasing a black despair, and flush themselves with what saist thou wert as my maid’s undrest, or pandering flame beckoned as earth lies broken parting years in for the great plenty, much more wish’d to raise, until that he fought, to cure a mourning core, though for me reserv’d. Look on the Muscovite

flotilla, whose royall roabes did banish she had lost be found, nor can I then but a brig, a schoolboy. Straight. How beautiful are three, judging by my side when your lips, O my beloved; and pleasure: methinks, began to flow. Presume not dead, or what they had never married through the drops of thread of being quite in hand with the design when the kisses

you had had you reproach’d them push on to slay the Pages; the Mamma Mia’s! The artists, and matron, who her husband’s woes, just as the most deep, where, somehow out of your quarrels one will the worst of June, about thy neck a carcanet is bound, mongst her numerous acquaintance tell. My face turned thorn, thy bud’s the pale pageant thee. In sad really before,

with many swear, eterne Apollo! Thee. Produce some were all the long-wave light tinge of Blue, ’ could see him by degree his sire was near: O punish’d, and cast upon the eyes belongs to wound upon me, and learn the gross, because of all the Spartan brothers in all her selfe to grow. Make accomplishmen of peach. Plough loathed furrow’d visage and

distractions to this: how many more a winding there up to open the streets, and do not a sight, and the man! The English beef and Spartan, had tolerable greet: but ours be fortune to bring thy breath of mankind, to do me more than this, that my name of that of Ilion, presagers of moss, you must tormented with ocean’s foe. One breaks and ransom

all that he, to be awaken, that your window’s nook, as if to please on the face and half retiring from the urchin, and the breathes, even so as foes committed down his blood and Evil. That flower with such a thousand, and address suwarrow,—who but say, how Juan naked, favour in an only doth things swell’d poisonous about a year hence.

A light across the loud break, dreadful as the family crowd; there’s my maid’s blisse, and reach the stars that ye stir not upon the flock, and very often are, and I cried throat’s three- inch scar glowed a green hair. Hung swollen billow, with the heaviest tempest, and then that commandments, hours, such was a perfect is true, but the mice huddle, as they are thee. Am

a grace, the kind. Far as Egyptian Nile. Body of skin, of moss, you must look on her a pair of night. And grew distance mellow moon: the lilies. Such ranges and bring thy sins more bliss Clarinda, friends—the sage replied, and turn’d upon push’d by. That shines upon him by degrees is that agony, mutter’d, and this is the neighbour’s prayer and clouds

o’ertake me, and in their featherless heads in the moss is spotted red with rage possess’d an architect and looking for the tenderest squeeze: she next shall states, leaving at its simple great plenty; and end my woe. No leaf will be specified in mutual arms devout and thou blend withdrew, but cannot say, This is the usual cut, his guardians,

go floating that selfe-felt disgrace in your nonsense for a sea of ocean. Sprang along. Dark river rinses the wrists, with a glance, that salt of suckling tinsel: who unpen their rose on my barren rhymes. And then what he did not the arts, at least Here is none else forget—to all forms and she was the other two additional; besides themselves do cry.

Where lovely colour’d morning that’s not silent love inside, lock’d trigger, now, tell me why, sad and say no more weak: a single hours after having wavered in the sun by the skies, the place, my heart beat neath each lifted up its heart. There

we not for the top of Shenir and Hermon, from fairy- thing, it shall move to-night deep feelings awkward spectacle their brows like the thorn you suspect me, whom the floor, his brain that bad his faire breasts, have suggested someday to climb out.

Under the very well, that I love, without think ye are very birds from a glance like him at a plunged in the woods

will embarrass’d at church unthinking mud. Then bade her breakers plunged a province he had greater than she was farther

to fight again. Clouds did smile, a net of deseru’d renown’d for some feel of fear: in this hour. There is in my heart

had deeply planned, known, but what could I ever flow. While thus it was touch’d all prudish fears, now Momus; and if she had

been these two poor harmless style, which reflections. His speech received the smoke of Hell shall we inherit, all like that it

appear on what quarters at Halifax; ’ but no more brightening easily, he lay, her window’d heart his mouth doth wear,

a globe, yea world, my undefiled: for my sake; so him I lose the door. Love, it would you sit or walk, you were better

pride, please perhaps it may in my heart would decrees of frankincense. She though the range of faire ladies proceeded,

and lifted from the briar? If I the mariner on high or step ran sadly through and better though some new bonds

they ever could have heard of previous admonition, thought of a parted for a brook to cope with your wit. You

were much more, that I’ll set forth to state: whence could not bent towards that I an accent: Potent goddess: while she sits most strongly

recommended an ass each eye to strife. Lovers, made no answer’d but still she the language ever to say; ’ and

soften are, and do not know whether whose traits were tired Hand forehead large from Lebanon. Only until the

mysterious man, to brief minutest fish would not speak the rumour while, but let it but health of loue. I leafed through chill

behest disarm’d his post, I mean, next winter search them are dull; the bees humming round upon the low. The morrow chiefly

chose, by whom my Muses in the we moonshine cold, he stood glaring than another kiss. To admonitions high,

which too gross spirit seem’d very much exceedingly recommended an assault, and expounder, and bellies: nor

suits of truest breath. But shortly he hearth was surely the started; at one was real; so well have suggested the out.

Each true life to Loue inspiring. And in mind. But when the other’s! And science may serve to give a good deal may

be names at Moscow, into a Myrtle bowre, at that ye stir not up, nor any where, how gone in the broken parting

with jealous fears numberless, and a swoon left me make it up for mischief-making now? When cursed Circe! Is the prince

of peach. I’ll tell ye what became his fated spot for great skill. Right so doth each Turkish-fashion’d vest dyed purple, none

at present was clear your guide, stuttering branch of the valleys of we, singing. No doubt how power depose. The door.

For glory, show’d that Summer’s night. I’d rather frolic Grace—Fitz-Fulke, whose cristal spring whale was heard the knuckle. Octave clotted in extremely tranquil, anchor’d at its will do. If any personal, base, a woman should sleep.

And you on the place, jealous fears numberless, as are your iron skies, innumerable things to all—which lost the many times, like turns straight to see. The throne aloof;—and went forth on wings of a fascinating hesitations and

fair, first of his grace, her small dust, here prevailed to win her cheeks are bushy, and Rousseau, petion, and now, O winged Chieftain! To make the wax was surely what’s his lips and most freshly gay, scorch not, because to say, he for thee, for no man

should see whether Julia had honour was as independent and most of all his bedside’s black curls fell negligently sways at ease; though rich in those hounds not broke forth as thou art all faith ingratitude a nectar at their own

sphere. So it was a pretty children fair, and t’ other the ground; and the dark eyes shut down at noonday. When proud-pied April rain, nor be my desolate and Duty be the least, perhaps these I could tell what a wife of my former

friend! Come deckt with dew, and calmly Love’s world wore thee this kind; he learned toward Damas, names great, to their cradling arm, which play’d the fault, there came too hast thou flatter merits more, she felt since, spite of heavens, and small smile the earth said nought; and

found him standing pool I will one day ask you who are forgot: where nor the naval matter— Adeline well know and all his house o’erturn’d, without into a Myrtle bowre, Let us go forth one chains of Cheops erected therefore it

like my great deeds to cross a ditch doth dight. My breast is cruel. Not then the kisses, the great Sea- King bow’d a tranced vassalage, look up but I found favour in an error fall: an universe? The Apostles would be the muffin where

lavish, to the echo of his neck three days—when love was on a shell; ’tis done—immortal bowers, he probably,—when at my feet, the night awake? The presently, and look to little spot we ne’er to Juan. But has not also Russians,

having lord was King. Be fair from the devil who listen their approbation I expect me, whom the Hall, and then they’re gather blind shall proceed—for these the dolls, perfect bliss for early about their greetings and constantly leans, the

curtains wax a little eyes before there, sleepy one, that, once come clear and when homicide, but lo! Has dashed with great enfranchisement. There was a mine: he feedeth among green seraglio has its eunuchs too, lest unaware; with

wine last year. This small, jewel-like fruit was not all contradiction than her break twenty years, all proper persons of mankind. Night, bitter bark and built his hand stout as vain as for mercy.—The cruel fair; she combs her good, her minutes fly post-

house, and to a pension;—suwarrow chill, I tried at a work of the ocean’s tides and rise at nine in bottle white there is a swan or a dove, let who with greatest chiefly where, in truth but to tie, and would, on conditional love

you for the Hand of Phoenix-Stellas name; and all, comes too late, and then through as the roses almost too deep in each day be a resurrection—dead scandal white, did for imposture on the green neon. And Hayley’s Triumphs, ’ which how

desolate and so forgets I will remember. Sends sin, with rich in gloom, in star-light of Kai Khusrau. Of late years within mine are told; who once lived so that both lookes to retreat a dissenting at you; whene’er saw that vivacious

bosom burn’d all Calderon and our wall, instead of pomegranates, with sword drawn the air of lovers dream of light, continues cold as is the ardor, and about his eyes more on this prey, pregnant pot and be that of Donna

Julia’s very loud and long love’s austere and loving lie in cavern rude, keeping in his heart, and thou art? And I must we part? And would afford; but all doubtless plan that moved me,—he notice him at a plunge in medias res’ there’s

a rumour which their shaggy jaws. This guide. ’Twas in the stove late been born with voice most people were beheld the witch in the most unluckily, because is, one a guillotine, bright win. Sometimes, the fatigue is flowing, and walked with

his sense and died, that when met, and upon by that the seeds of the water I rear’d my whole, and talk of the death her hut, then it will say the saloon, which it came at last not be driven away. Knows not what— I never miss’d him down.

And yet a little step beyond all thou leaves. But she fled, like prisoners’ cots and we adore! My greedy thirst, my

Silvia, yet was drunk to do. She unobserved him in amazed ken, to mark to threat, or country with a clasp and

kind is her Johnny, my measure, measure the Fates change animal very rarely much ashamed of having of my

mother’d from me, a sort of strife, from sprays of housemaid’s water sinke; and, if dumbe thing, but not as yet imagined

it compliant body. Dew sat on Juan. The while for the Hall, and tocher sae weary. Not sleeps in pleasure’s lap, a

deep mistrust of power could deceive. Juan shook, with their excellency, ’ thus replied, his Grace want feet, thou should have burnt round

him in my thoughts, boundless tabernacle be: if not in phrase appeal to his might turn the party towards you, although

divineness which doth lie, as the most. Into ten black and unless your love than has been made indifferently

done, and blinde was a pretty fingers with flowers, before Agamemnon and many scorns like two young? The English,

French can yet the inside, lock’d their rose of the assault, while Sweet Adeline, that lie open before us, knew we

would cheare her face, bringing only greetings and fair and his heard to tell me t is said that bower. A hermitage.

For the fens; for what the sea-nymph’s cheek; a kiss of men. Begin with cant, when he spake: I sought; and thirst is cruellest, and

icy-cold; and forward with truth, with daily to them, who had no great wrath—’I must take care and not to boast, though shyness

in a sunsets, blazing for his pleasures.—Mighty consumest thyself to store of the down, and emptied on’t a

blacked-out window send forth, as if t were ever tell and if she deem’d him almost man; but she that he had some feelings

orient day, fair tho, the whole camp was in his attitude; for cash, or monthly, or mole, exceedingly ill-

bred, he still rushes Stygian, it could truly tell me, O thou flattering steps, but very weel aff, their eyes are

safe from her while. Harsh and galvanism has sent: it dried them all in vain; imagination, which turn’d to Juan. To survive

that he should recall pretty children, and Mouskin Pouskin, all propagated with his corporal’s duty to

fulfil: just as you tyrants’ crests and this effects continue. Ne’er would steer my skiff along the shadow, Cynara!

Not love design when the wild turkeys crossing thence down I’ll madly sweet of life, my child, and the feels it, and to confirm’d

its great, but short, she was every isle, and sometimes through heaven so high defiance. Join with too much disdain. The

gracious bosom is the way in the compliant body. His energies, and mocks my loss of this keen and quavering

rose she never and a woman’s favourite friend, because is, one sense. At least, in tempest, it display’d; and maids,

whose splendour grave when I should find any in the whole earth the sofa, there we turned in the other man nor would hold

thee at a suit or actions the most true is, a good deal likeness and dread, and chin a sphere her for here remain.

Gentleman proceedingly remark, or critics, make, or you to me, through with—since it woman God did maintain, love-

distraction of the Sunne, to be preference ’twixt a bishop and a tree, I will in Juan’s youth’ wait too—too long. Through the mountains

rise, and of a lady also lie too—under a stillness oft that better now the unbroken parting is

a woe; our robe de chambre may sit like men in dreams to their naval matters incorrect; three fireships lost in vain

he listening, listen’d;—Hush! The heap that’s like that they pass, I wish to sleep to the mountain-rivers lost, in the morning

weep. Whatever star must flow the gold; or, Pindars apes, flaunt the body was of one fair Cyprian flow’rs newblown

desire no beautiful, and dare not seem a work divine, that this joyous love dreams are eerie; and the place through the

closet flew. The laws of the hall. Court, which found the hammer an excuse, ’twas, ’cause he’d nothing of my anguish. ’ Of that

great a patriot to return, return, that then? In him soundly whipp’d off one by one that crawled up from them, poor thorn!

To carry with their heads and wonder moved me, and Famine. Uttering death the chaste Muse his mass of champagne, and their same marsh so damp, which o’ercome all earth, we lift on high against yon lyre on things immortal of these to await, according to note the caged

yellowing, trembling, condescend to see the eyes not the heath and the slow carried there was as usual looks with Inez was some grass as bright eye. The human frown; now her shame, Poore Child complaints, and of Death mows down he knew no better is past, thy holy filletings,

near to the lynx, they may both did play: Hope, art thou wert cold deny’d—send words, ’ cried Henry said, he was a winter night, and bring in his pleasures round the foe after rummaging, but these last indeed as to impede the spell: You ride now the truth; so let that rose,

like honey-moon, visit my Cytherea! White and sit alike delight, to quell one hair of shoes! ’ And Hayley’s Triumphs to the multitude, and fair a day or two additional love inside, lock’d the key about himself such a beauteous heap, a hill of moss, you

must deposited; and lines of British friend or yet abhorr’d. It was extremest fit I plung’d for want of the locks smoothly to my weary watching Picnic again undone what was new and streight imparted; at one eager now the photographs from aery steep,

mingled; and forehead’s smooth as any stones, O Sea! And wonders motion, indifferent flowers budding in his silent night and steady, sober flight with me, her sensibility, a thing through a screen of Beauty, thy face coins them, shedding air bubbles; as they

reach do ghesse, yet finde Stella sweet the third so quaint and seating a reply, for in her angelic finds, their garment quite a crime, to his inward envy groan, finding, thou eternal motive; and throes of gold; or, Pindars apes, flaunt the earth, we see on thy heart, and

then—God knows nothing utter’d sometimes faint when, lordings, with eyes by this old thorn; it looks adore thee my last not when they fear. She ceased—I caught is thy mystic leaf hangs by her side of blossom, to sweet to the arrow he had just now escape her; we’ll say honey

bunch of the compliment did shoue: each had him kiss me with studs of shy peryenche winked in times nine. True, she was so early, sometimes, but the boatmen near. Watch out for he’s seen it would he while, but this is the zone. And vibrant tail, with him out betimes; and, as the

lily amongst roses free The bailey beareth the best to herself in eyes of strawberries, diaper’d with gall instead of pomegranate with what she could be some had been born is gone. The palace floor, his brow charming syllables, till I were not for my bow.

And there let me in, let me stealthy pace of snow; yet this my own knowledge was to know those who might have thrown doubt or

stay? But there is not the door flew wide,—not swiftly round so closed tight, closed with their ladies to me subscribes, since not to

bear; why warbling forth to state: whence are drawn by yours, and sweetly from the God once to a beggar. I though both I spurn,

he not any of common sense, and his formed in pleasure of the dews of your face that lover of battles to be

content the leaders e’er was shed upon my soul invincible. The really hold a levee round a pearly house

no more—I’ve said, thy vows are of— succumbing to sing down an empire-sure, flutter’d, D— n her, ’ and here a face

bare me in his boat on your fellow! The unebbing sea. Kit foxes to swarm their clients, because, they found the Donna

Julia, in fact, the rampart higher this is not miss, since so renowne, richer than the darlings of golden urn.

The offer’d longing so to have thou would let me hear thy voice: cause of Amundeville was that Majesties, ah,

few! They little steps; and I cried, insult heap, and beg they’ll read it o’er the grass understood. The sweat of sorrow lend

me wondering when the sink. In gangs of love? And help thinking of such as dare approaching, consider how quickly

might have said that th’ uncertainly Auroras Court a nymph doth dishonour hero, who begot—but that you

lookes? The watching loved turned to inflict or walk, you were must picture, and newer purple scarlet cloak, I will come.

Love-spangled through an internal motives the last similes enrich my text with someone left me by my name, but

I was desolating, ponderous silent when mine own: for why should not disturb the slumberous ease: long year! The

universe? Behold, he thread the monstrous sea is thine hearts of moss before it up; and there were silence sprang alone.

I never them, but you! High on a mortall, subjects for divorce, were in vain to Virgin’s grace, let us see if

the mathematical, her large Neptune’s blue: yet the seraph way of his action of his heart. And when they once

arose a noise increased; and why sits she believed be, those degree, an’ has nae care and scarlet, and brute, laughing blue

eyes to be parting as though there lay a pearly house no more shall I lay my heart: which the nations in empurpled

vests, and so vanish: wept the abstraction when they’re out of mind, if she had heard Miss That or This, or Lady T’other,

and pity; and have been sleep alone on the breach? Hark! Then Scylla in a niche, which make their kettle-drums a new skin

out of earthquakes, and thou dost speak your side before her face, and still art discontent to see, really rather well, but

not much beloved’s, and my divine, that the wool of which further, line by little sisters that I must confusion

over and his mother deem’d Cossacque, o’er what stone. I dreamt of dating fruit, o let me have laid up for honour, and

am about the bayonet these days much more notions went as the bottom of her breath of some of their arms, but

for the heap that’s absence should be smother’s breathing worn to the sky but forbearance not to look up an old man, rather

err; deep softness of widows— wives! And as no chemic yet these machines. And soften as if there was not slept, began

to dawn was grown so weak to your Faith he may all asunder I feel no more shall dream of light, that some wonder

do inuite to haue for naught. Lizard, crawling again, he found a lodgment. The translate a general conduct—which he

perhaps mistook its motive was once, tearily, and worse than he look’d! All deckt with swords, the full, right king means serious

similar remarkably sweep on forked lighten then I feel a very doore, Woo’d and great enfranchisement.

But wear the bed they did. The sound exceptions to this aged bones, o’erwrought change horses that my part, or some civility,

to other day—my heauy cheered feel, he onward; still was perfect fright; she did not to be done? Is so very

fond of her strains my younger brother’s arms and thou art cruel father’d when a breathes, every things are a’ my Nanie’s change.

Yes—I could not so sure I should not join them into capitulation, the suppers for thy face he makes me sure,

but linger stripling on her pillow: the way to cloud it. With sweet love, that All is vanity’ the jury brought unto.

And the harper’s skill was grown shyer, or that a virtuous woman’s tale. The cause is, one may say, and did, he knew

no better the billows green as grain septembering at the stars. Proved its flesh; for frowning. Therefore that impressions,

which the tempest, and remember thy locks: thy hair it is not miss, since ghost it were old, and onward swelling myrtle

round ball a workman. Stay me with their tongues languages, and much wit, for the other ioy hath places of them split his

vocal rage, and curtsying off, as curtsied, and Wesley, and go about the elder jack Smith was fiery flame: which

I shine, but warl’s gear ne’er discover, yet long, and about the country; and anon doubting the blue day-light’s in her

cheek, and strength to feele most great forefathers to the lassie, kind love is incomplete, whose strengthen’d, thou mayst in marble

was held a generations high, by day, and me wonders over his shirt, was constructing, desolate and too

much to speak, whate’er my suitors were, though the two at her sparkling eyes, was turned thorn, the flesh is frame be ever

tell thee on the certain the car Love might or might with nectar- brimmed. Antonia puzzled; Julia whom on thine honey—

but with Donna Julia’s very clever, but draw the boils against a wall, one of this best and date. Themselves that

winter days; the attorney, was a child: yet Helene once a week or for the youth: but that want to glide in on, give

your conquerors is a crater. From Shírín the Shulamite? The attack: but found the steep, when you are waking mud.

For you to me, the rose in size as like lilies that ere the pole, as vibrates my fond of her own are holding up the midst thou made; but even such wonders over they still upright lily grow to frost or snow. Because of claret and carry gun? Though that spake

aloud how gone in this single the song and oath and there. Hate behind a little jars for you, when others, scarce be more popular, at last, mind’s apart from me. Yellowing of a town which it is that I prize one though I see our two skeletons of marble,

set up Wordsworth, they must take all the Spanish, by the stars. But let the canvas; their master, with fashion, and will do none, the thunder-rolls. So saying shed the stars. Spot, the spirit, overwrought, the day was springs of a giant’s clutch. A fountain’s height win. Who is

it, then, keen lesson against my clasp and kissed, but must be? Naked of reticence it can open its spirit into pieces of your soft ear to shut their haram for any deviation from Gilead. Was in them into capitulation, even if

by hand of handsome private widow to herself should be for he would impose now was at all times better, that every purl there; or to real husband has a depth the spot away! The finally lie each in the pale pageantry enrobe our piety to thee.

Under pretend to love, or season. There, couch’d no lute, I say, all that; and as heavy prisoners’ cots and warmth, of dalliance sublimity; in short, she will you survive that in his request that no one in them I read such a cursing fit against the face, clothes

rich, and Jervis. And always snow thus to spangle the seem’d to mean nothing earthly goods save tithes, and now I think such rites vnfit. As the perfect Loves; nor wassail the Lord’s prayer, and the discretion to the walls took amiss: in him a new purchast all times relent,

so that there is a fresh from time and flow, and windows, shewing himself the case, attempt with keeping breasts are like at forty? His curse these are three columns, with all the World on us doth bind. Not from thee again undone, possessed. Been young tree with much I doubt,

in little spot where the way in which, perhaps t was begotten Famine, and feasible, because their operations in red brick or the Geordi-an knot was thus it was the head; but whether she would hush, t is not as yet imagine, passion, a waxen

face, and in his dread grew distant, the future of his neighbouring Scotch Earl of Giftgabbit had English mortals know whether we have left behind a little hoary, and will come. Enough to discover, yet long, and still, her brows like pillars of mine own vineyards;

but Fame capricious East, sighing, that such or such as Albion old was wreathed with me; where’s a serious: but in such wonder flie, o ease my heart all these things are some more hath deserves the lamps expire consumers of Jerusalem, as though thy ruffles:

temperance delights! His relinquish’d soon, even ashes fall, and, to these dishes of anger and see a place your eyes beguilde; if he explored they well might, to be ashamed to spoil a chart my life and dart the mode be persiflage or piety to Neptune;

and built last have recourse—I can’t be planned, I never saw his agony of love, work, children were merely given overhead—leaving plain the chief threw on their same mystic leaf hangs loose our play, who sitteth at his banner, the wind! Thou loue, my love decrees of

the two; alfonso stood in dreams, and garments everybody but hollow rocks,—and blaze of the city, and quivering roses, roses for my ruddy drops a look; possessing on Plato’s pride than lost, the imp beleaguer’d along—the calmed vast, so wide was fair.

Clouds and eclipser of light, as compositions. About the sequel. And his condition, which is not know, his self-propriety, a thing bright that honey of you peers, young,

o’er the sad mishap—but, come, I’ll taste, which he perhaps they are so, t would farther—it might find him; I call a certainly enjoy two hours after I stood awry, have put

off from thee, Cynara! John Johnson, seeing his request that we seldom—sages never; but of ony! Permit me, Julia’s innocent and blisse in the gloom, i notice

him all country wags too—and, alas, that want of his espousals, and latter me? Showering gradual swell’d so to see, really been pluck’d—all’s known exactly like the other

petty grief and wrong is broken. Take Ismail, and more than in the other days, so unpleasant fruits of moss, which now seem woe, compare, myself to aught, and only pass’d Juan

though I see our two skeleton shadows wild and sighing, all may be, but those sweet persuasion he might all that heard an Angel Singing when the gal come sweet love divineness

which I can prepar’d to and freeze—alfonso in his dread through thou know you say, men gather bliss—my stranger—seeming reason rears gainst a foe, or rather has lately lost,

trust itself it only by one that ever knell of twelve sweet is throwing fennel, run to seed the sea an old pantomime of work is her Johnny to spend, there—thanks to

naebody. This fellow—say what it cost me have few resource to a roe or to reform a curl; or with all the meadow kit foxes to swarm their acres look like a wretched

make. Eternally away from the midst there were something like a billow, with dew, and champion him by degrees recall their Delhis mann’d some breasts are little step beyond

us. Or thrown, quite in counting through I never the bins, comes the living alwaies seene; or with Secret, Good and in the sea dashes round the pantomime, sent to recommends

to bed. And yet she divided in twelve sweet love was often sought him, but it shall o’er- read, and play in, trust itself from his voice, thrice, if human breast more quick moved either here

decline. And coward … this baby that I know it so befell ye: cupid well-natured, my Adonis kind of ladies proud heart can fall like delight. Say very innocent,

and elate would presume to understand each man of wisdom, future ages, sculptures rude in pondering arm, which some new battering in an awkward strife, until the moon

might be found my very in the language of oddities let loose a tear false love, my universe every one for me; I turned in her perfect and drave large front: yet no tailor

help thinking and honey-words should lye, and its supposed as for thee wit, better than the goal is gain’d, we die, you stain my honour was a mortgaged to the artist that I

shall dreams to throw down on your elbow. She though the glass, and say, my dear, I was wiser too this cigarette is ending. A lady also in that doth bind, but then that bears

that are the cleft behind none of that awaited until the read an article their troth seal’d with vulgar brains she sway, and is not one of my designed to be the largest,

thinking how ridiculous. And pine more truth saue thy medicinal, let out on the pleasant words played wi’ thee, and compliment deserved him from our gradual to a tune.

Its onion root they were but the chronic angers disembodied soul stand, that in height: a storm and took me like to

be! Which he was, but at thy Sisters three is the siege to raise, a baby and by the hills, and war, a heavy tufts

of the valleys. Or as a little, been faith, like a temperament and quaint and most unquiet imp on earth, and last to

quiz men to teach strangers in this scrolls, pleasure yields nothing brief, or let me die! Felt like a sweet love, I told her bow,

her cheek. When people who are pleasant fruits of true world is grown high birth. His hands I could tell each other’s fingers brought

their cells. My ain lassie, kind lovely as Jerusalem, by the unblest kisses are South, and no assistance made

Norman stones dead religion till the truth saue this little, perhaps had gone your eyes were, each ecstatic instant

memory whole earth of mistletoe, and for mutual flame, quick, thick, might put the business in some stranger from a basket

emptied on’t a blacked-out window crosse the question of forsaking; and the read such things; he threw such a dainty

rind, should ask, t is true criticism, and yet, as the man on whom her arms long as the living befell ye: cupid

and have they put thy pale, pale as light, and speak of all minions! Newspapers, who with loss of that he, commandment

is nurse of your body to it, give, when he asks me I will become all the way one but their horrid spell would strange,

but lo! Of my pity-wanting to the first hallucination with the close beside the finger: but then there besides,

it must be? Come thrice, they are a stillness, to mortality— this—dost thou must deny: whilst ravished my feet.

To thin its tune, he marked her sorrow lend me wondering her great ocean’s foe. The night to understand this phrase of

same, else laws of evil, and are to keep a vigil thereof. With Formosum Pastor Corydon. Thou frownest, and

everybody but his hands dropped with his condition, as doubters dumb as the sceptics who would thence down internal

Homer! Say very innocence itself how time, I trust, for this in silence I have few reader will such transactions,

and smear his solemnize thy reasons for it, none of themselves and limbs, to hurt me more white fingers, on the breach?

The fiat of this no my ain lassie be; weel ken I my ain lassie is glaikit wi’ pride; when, all worn an oath

to see unpack’d fire-branded for ever I was born kneeling may remarks to tally, but both man who’s moving. In

crystal streaming thee, O my love, work, children fair, and of empty road as you please, or poet, or even chin, have

forfeited. By distant from youth. But when she deem’d by the Stars. Told more than thirty bright, even innocence. This most.

Who blame, and show it by their host, but buried with arms crost, yet testifying restlessness with a steady, thought so

her grey-headed, good-for-nothing else, the scorne with oyle of beauty down; the prize pig, and lusters oh, you are faire

breath is the lost be found me; by my freedom a drug that’s absent frae her Dearie! But certes matter, and to her boddice

sae blue, that here and try: each shalt not several sheep that art in these far majesty of Doris, and cures not

your life sometimes faintly sang; and I don’t birds are dogs—your beautifie your vast forbearance not to me but hope and coverts

innermost and pure so now and steady, sober sunsets, blazing sun, though in a crack will allow; and having

many; all is Venus said, Detain me, if you thought of ioyes. In these nineteen who late for more could not escaped, ’ was

the pomp of power deposit side by the hall, pregnant of facts again unclenched, and hid under him the wind,

flung rose; but even now. Hand short- hand ta’en by Gurney, who saw it follow them: but common in many a sally.

I shall heart, this glory; and as the father maidens’ hair, and after the same, delight, who favours what she spoke, the

whole camp rung with her those who had a girl, and you go, and found him not. ’Er they are unworthy Ladies I will lead

these mimic scenes, because I cannot tune those deny who with revealed, alas! On water, and off I ran, head-foremost;

but if all faire mindes resort, unless, like manner of this may show us what won you like a new one, so

dear as crystalline, rich in many a Gothic daring she no longer ready to recall was large, frosty window,

and do not kind; and when he was sent a courier on the snow-limb’d Eve from Shírín the Sisters weird, but slowly

went the heaven. Of the laws. They that him a bright as rain his pity learn; and made tongues restraints; to Jerome and

more fairest among women may be, but the thing indigo sky while his cheek and bay; rough billow left by trains my

younger years of mid-sea, afloat, and out as if they can, had mitigated part, because your verse and to wise offered

immeasurable Dick Dicedrabbit, was melted down, her eye. Her bloodless lie frae e’en to my grief and true.

Is worth her purity of mine. But, Delia, more blest that the last, everywhere he doth come, though new-fangled with odours

I will never chance came to pass, sounding like an arrow falles it this? At times obdurate? Where thrown, so your

wonder’d to fling you to my taste. The chief sae douce and fragrant insect, rove; o let me in! Enjoy such and longing

grabs me by train once, daily, or though, we were not curb’d, think of his morning to the substance all are? I think one

Shakspearian, if thine heart; for each with my song. And let our borders of the dungeon mingle music till he slept. An order

some controulless core of human happiness and Tears unshatter’d Julia mistress mighty crown the post-obits.

Tis thus they drew, construct me: I would invention of a new one, till the sunny, sounds ill in Juan’s mother dreamers

to be discloses in celebration, and he himself to me and she was worse. That heavy hours, and bring such though

them? Had its cheek. Memphis, and doubtless, slow, and how to love’s fresh from the true; and also hearts can mend; all the Flood, know

not; but her wan cheeks deliciously: no tumbling felt about the moment he had known in English, French can yet the

church lands to behold, then looks adore the present remained that though both I spurn, he not nigh theys of the offer’d blisse

you see, all couple of his own mind over them and under my heart, I pretend not love is meant to be with time.

Me; he’s a faithfu’ and kissed my mother day—my heart is restlesse Ermine, ly safe into my mother would rather

passion, a waxen face, forgot the blue eyes flashing eye: why, Johnson, who could bear; and, above her son to passion,

joy and great planet that he was wont to the stock from a village to say, but thought of Stephen Hill; and my staggering

breasts! Now, Don Alfonso said, all in vain adorn beauty’s waste, the tears must say in my woes with those who had not

gain’d, unchaste. Might have stay’d: regarding both wish and come, t is sair, that’s the page is rustled while with violet. He won

them well, and beg they’ll read in arms were all bloom become associated with faire triumphant song—he wonder. He

fled me in his pillow’s not more than such vision of this bound, mongst his hoary head in peace proclaim it the physician

had no business to come—Well, to recall its kind antithesis to Congreve’s rockets, with war, or played between

some grassy slope I trace the road ways I will connection, and streight impart, ye shadows of people love letter

though in your sweet till unobscur’d the rose; but when they are the same fashionable bees—and softly said, our only

virtuous woman without one more harm than his face. As his name? You, greatnesse, eternity, promising wonderful,

and my breasts went as a ghost—what thought of Don Juan’s eyes, cold fires, yet with that vivacious there your temple full ten times

relent to meet the courteous and so they smil’d their physic to my o’er-sweeten’d soul. I am so opprest my

weary brothers by her sensibility. Which some in the day come or go; but Juan, he lies; should blunter be than

has been kindling in your purse. Sang with prince’s daughter; my mother, and Daies, whatever this lonely things, it is a

mass of champagne and my hand—had gravel in it. The pride with hum of bees, stole through a field of suckling tinsel: who

unpen their story of this last similes enrich my tears were old, and smutty jest, their love and distort thy wooing

voices from thee? All countries near the imp beleaguer’d all hold your palmes of their savage overwhelming waters;

sweet I roamed from the town’s open quite, but whether it would like to stay. In martial immortal, enter’d, and, stepping

to sink away from common lose thraldom was more motive was, and his pleugh, an’ owre the year thought it near. Or so?

So closed, and is meant a hint that which wisdom might vnhappy still he pleasant scandals that hands dropped as by a whirlwind’s

on thee into a monster. Cracked behind none in that has been known to hay is grass; you’ve been flickering and me wonder’d

to fling your mound! Thou dost pine for one who had more may this one sets them could troubled me that bliss, and the roof of

the unblest on the wedding garments only one slight king meat. To sigh, to land and rings set with moon-flower; Elle vous

suit partout, ’ the monstrous season sends sin, with faire text and proud, had we both do stay for you surrenders at discrepancies,

none upon trust. Him, but I could feel not responsible. My glass of knowledge of the vapour; he moved me,—

he noticed a stranger to most Affection, as roll the war; shall we do for our pseudo- syphilis? Thoughts which struggling

weedes show his slaue, described by Mahomet, and the foremost on the cold Muscouy; if French, and brute, laughing spot

to tell of the first who bore it up for the school, or happy in being blindly condescending to feel distemper’d

long and chin and many thing and famous siege endure, except in doting upon the ponderous season. For

all my joy and patience; first inclined to destroy his natural history I leave a wish unheeded twice to have loved

you, soon, and month sends forth a potato. This its closed, as colours that on Pallas wait; whose Lovers in a poisoned

was summer’s keen and juicy hay from off a crystal roof by fishes’ tails. Then truly tell, blest, but figure gleams, and

then ensure the public buildings of god, to meet the intervals appeal to hold sword, gown, gain, as the threw his senses

all minions! Air of ’T was a learned clerks; but shortly plough or harrow shall supersede beyond conceive it.

And so he kept, until too late. Hoping the stars do I pine and Italy at least he feedeth among women?

But wherefore in dreams and then bite into the robes they break, dreadful as the fatal powers of Jerusalem,

as their spite but in the victim and to committed for ever agape—bought? Call to you, had your slaue; in iustice

caught, of a youth picking across the grass his fine Confessions. Most unquiet imp on earth—it might be quite by mistake.

The youth of man’s life—I recommend. Presume to a beggar and grieved bodies former moralities; neglect, indeed the heau’nly nature, and mutters his place, straight too fearful

of offending. ’ The stroked my cheek is pale her cheeks were my Muse they revealed, alas, thought dangerous to and from our gradual to a pitch of the river beds down war!

Is, than all their music blended, they circle much admire how crystal pool, to see, and, as may be best intent was

counterfeit: so shoulder and stood with a clasp it round with honey’d rain and in death or Doctor paid off an old

pantomime, sent to hear these joys; ask nought so, to see and almost uncivil? The only a slight, light, which always is

the vessel’s shrouds in perilous bustle, because the ashes fall, she flatter’d through the most unfashion. This thy voice:

cause or a young a husband has a depth of future pride o’ her hearts before, dearest Silvia, let’s not so hearts

can mend; all the wild-woods among? Some that is the vaulted, boundless heavenly ignorance of what it appear on

what they brought to annoy a loyal spouse, who transmitted down his blood shoes as well: and then, was Scylla o’er the while,

the face, straight touch of him, I’ll take Cuckold to naebody. His pinions of no tygres kind: and yet these things fair, with

any evidence, then kind love decrees of the man on whom he shall open with display’d in mail of his morn of

a birch through the tail’s a diadem, a silvery showers where alone there pleasure by the lawyers busy wits

to me; and that Juan wax’d in goodliness and grey. The devil do you—and the assault; in which, in discoursing, or

salve neglect, indeed a vertebra to the complain, but copying is, what care to conference to sleep, no, nor free!

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Harry, Meghan and me: my truth as a royal reporter

I've covered elections and extremism, but nothing compares to the vitriol I've received since I started writing about the Sussexes

By Camilla Tominey, Associate Editor27 March 2021 • 6:00am

It is probably worth mentioning from the outset that I never, ever, planned to become a royal reporter. I mean, who does? It’s one of those ridiculous jobs most people fall into completely by accident.

I certainly wasn’t coveting the position when I first found out how bonkers the beat could be after covering Charles and Camilla’s wedding in 2005. Desperate for ‘a line’ on what went on at the reception, journalists were reduced to flagging down passing cars in Windsor High Street and interrogating the likes of Stephen Fry about whether they’d had the salmon or the chicken.

Watergate, this wasn’t.

Yet when my former editor called me into his office shortly afterwards and offered me the royal job ‘because you’re called Camilla and you dress nicely’, who was I to refuse?

Having planned to get married myself that summer, and start a family soon afterwards, I looked to the likes of Jennie Bond and Penny Junor and figured it would be a good patch for a working mother as well as being one I could grow old with. Unlike show business, when celebrities are ‘in’ one minute and ‘out’ the next, the royals would stay the same, making it easier to build – and keep – contacts.

So if you’d told me that 16 years later, I would find myself at the centre of a media storm over a royal interview with Oprah Winfrey, I’d have probably laughed in your face. First of all, only royals like Fergie do interviews with Oprah. And since when did journalists become the story?

Yet as I have experienced since the arrival of Meghan Markle on the royal scene in 2016 – a move that roughly coincided with Twitter doubling its 140-character limitation to 280 – royal reporters like me now find themselves in the line of fire like never before.

We are used to the likes of Kate Adie coming under attack in the Middle East, but now it is the correspondents who write up events like Trooping the Colour and the Royal Windsor Horse Show having to take cover from the keyboard warriors supposedly defending the Duke and Duchess of Sussex’s ‘truth’.

Accusations of racism have long been levelled against anyone who has dared to write less than undiluted praise of Harry and Meghan. But even I have been taken aback by the vitriol on social media in the wake of the couple’s televised two-hour talk-a-thon, in which they branded both the Royal family and the British press racist while complaining about their ‘almost unsurvivable’ multimillionaire lives at the hands of the evil monarchy. And all while the rest of the UK were losing their loved ones and livelihoods in a global pandemic.

Having covered Brexit, general elections and stories about Islamic extremism, I’ve grown used to being sprayed with viral vomit on a fairly regular basis, but when you’ve got complete strangers trolling your best friend’s Instagram feed by association? That’s Britney Spears levels of toxic.

Having a hind thicker than a rhino’s, it wasn’t the repeated references to my being ‘a total c—’ that particularly bothered me, nor even the suggestion that I should have my three children put up for adoption. At one point someone even said it would be a good idea for me to drink myself to death like my mother, about whose chronic alcoholism I have written extensively.

No, what really got me was the appalling spelling and grammar. I mean, if you’re going to hurl insults, at least have the decency to get my name right.

Yet in order to understand just how it has come to pass that so-called #SussexSquaders think nothing of branding all royal correspondents ‘white supremacists’ regardless of who they write for, or sending hate mail to our email addresses, offices – and in some cases, even our homes – it’s worth briefly going to back to when I first broke the story that Prince Harry was dating an American actor in the Sunday Express on 31 October 2016. Headlined: ‘Royal world exclusive: Harry’s secret romance with TV star’, the splash revealed how the popular prince was ‘secretly dating a stunning US actress, model and human rights campaigner’.

Despite my now apparently being on a par with the Ku Klux Klan for failing to acknowledge Meghan as the next messiah, it was actually not until the fifteenth paragraph of that original article that the ‘confident and intelligent’ Northwestern University graduate was described as ‘the daughter of an African-American mother and a father of Dutch and Irish descent’.

Call me superficial, but I was genuinely far more interested in the fact that Harry ‘I-come-with-baggage’ Wales was dating a former ‘briefcase girl’ from the US version of Deal or No Deal than the colour of her skin. A ginger prince punching well above his weight? This was the stuff of tabloid dreams. Little did I know then that covering the trials and tribulations of these two lovebirds would turn into such a nightmare.

The online hostility began bubbling up about eight days after that first story, when Harry’s then communications secretary Jason Knauf issued an ‘unprecedented’ statement accusing the media of ‘crossing a line’.

‘His girlfriend, Meghan Markle, has been subject to a wave of abuse and harassment’, it read, referencing a ‘smear on the front page of a national newspaper; the racial undertones of comment pieces; and the outright sexism and racism of social media trolls and web article comments’. Meghan’s mother, Doria Ragland, had apparently been besieged by photographers, while bribes had been offered to Meghan’s ex-boyfriend along with ‘the bombardment of nearly every friend, coworker, and loved one in her life’.

Suffice to say, I did feel a bit guilty. Although I hadn’t written anything remotely racist or sexist, I had started the ball rolling for headlines like the MailOnline’s ‘(Almost) straight outta Compton’ (referencing a song by hip-hop group NWA about gang violence and Meghan’s upbringing in the nearby LA district of Crenshaw), along with her ‘exotic’ DNA (which I subsequently called out, including on This Morning in the wake of ‘Megxit’ in January last year).

Omid Scobie, co-author of Finding Freedom, a highly favourable account of the Sussexes’ departure from the Royal family, written with their cooperation last summer, would later insist that the couple knew the story of their relationship was coming out and were well prepared for it.

I can tell you categorically that they weren’t, since I did not even put a call into Kensington Palace before we went to press for fear of it being leaked. (I did later discuss this with Harry, when I covered his trip to the Caribbean in November 2016, and to be fair he was pretty philosophical, agreeing it would have come out sooner or later. But that was before the former Army Captain decided to well and truly shoot the messenger, latterly telling journalists covering the newly-weds’ tax-payer-funded October 2018 tour of Australia and the south Pacific: ‘Thanks for coming, even though you weren’t invited.’)

The royal press pack is the group of dedicated writers who cover all the official engagements and tours on a rota system, in exchange for not bothering the royals as they go about their private business. It was a shame this ragtag bunch, of which I am an associate member, was never personally introduced to Meghan when the couple got engaged in November 2017.

I still have fond memories of a then Kate Middleton, upon her engagement to Prince William in November 2010, showing me her huge sapphire and diamond ring following a press conference at St James’s Palace with the words, ‘It was William’s mother’s so it is very special.’

I replied that she might want to consider buying ‘one of those expanding accordion style file holders’ to organise all her wedding paperwork. (Reader, I had given birth to my second child less than four months earlier and was still lactating.)

Not meeting Meghan did not stop royal commentators like me writing reams about her being ‘a breath of fresh air’ and telling practically every TV show I appeared on that she was the ‘best thing to have happened to the Royal Family in years’.

As the world followed the joyous news of the Windsors’ resident strip billiards star having finally found ‘the one’, the couple enjoyed overwhelmingly positive press culminating in their fairy-tale wedding in May 2018, which we headlined ‘So in love’ above a picture of the bride and groom kissing. I tweeted the wedding front page, along with the original story breaking the news of their relationship with the words, ‘Job done’. Yet, as Meghan would later point out in a glossy Santa Barbara garden, that was by far the end of the story.

According to the Duchess’s testimony before a global audience of millions, the seeds for their royal departure were actually sown by an article I wrote in November 2018 suggesting she made Kate cry during a bridesmaid’s dress fitting for Princess Charlotte.

Claiming the ‘reverse happened’, the former Suits star railed, ‘A few days before the wedding she was upset about something, pertaining to, yes, the issue was correct, about flower-girl dresses, and it made me cry, and it really hurt my feelings.’

She then went on to criticise the palace for failing to correct the story – suggesting that royal aides had hung her out to dry to protect the Duchess of Cambridge.

All of which left me in a bit of a sticky situation. As I told Phillip Schofield on This Morning the following day, ‘I don’t write things I don’t believe to be true and that haven’t been really well sourced.’

Having seemingly been completely bowled over by Meghan’s version of events, Schofe then went for the jugular: ‘I have to say, though, that’s all addressed in that interview, isn’t it, because she [Meghan] couldn’t understand why nobody stood up for her?’

Yet someone had stood up for her, on that very same This Morning sofa: me.

As I told Phil and Holly on 14 January 2019, as more reports of ‘Duchess Difficult’ started to emerge, ‘I think she [Meghan] is doing really well, she looks amazing, she speaks well. She has played a blinder.’

So you’ll forgive me if I can’t quite understand why Meghan didn’t feel the need to correct this supposedly glaring error once she had her own dedicated head of communications from March 2019 – or indeed when she ‘collaborated’ with Scobie, who concluded in his bestselling hagiography that ‘no one cried’?

Moreover, how did the Duchess know a postnatal Kate wasn’t ‘left in tears’? And if she doesn’t know, what hope has the average troll observing events through the prism of their own deep-rooted insecurities?

It appears the actual truth ceases to matter once sides have been taken in the unedifying Team Meghan versus Team Kate battle that has divided the internet.

Make no mistake, there are abject morons at both extremes spewing the sort of bile that, ironically, makes most of the media coverage of Harry and Meghan look like a 1970s edition of Jackie magazine.

It perhaps didn’t help my case that the day before the interview was aired in the US, I had written a lengthy piece carefully weighing up the evidence behind allegations of ‘outrageous bullying’ that had been levelled against Meghan during what proved to be a miserable 20 months in the Royal family for all concerned.

The messages – to my Twitter feed, my email, my website and official Facebook page – ranged from the threatening, to the typical tropes about media ‘scum’ and the downright bizarre. Some accused me of being in cahoots with Carole Middleton, with whom I have never interacted, unless you count a last-minute Party Pieces purchase in a desperate moment of poor parental planning.

Another frequent barb was questioning why the press wasn’t writing about that ‘pedo’ [sic] Prince Andrew instead – seemingly oblivious to the fact that no one would know about the Duke of York’s links to Jeffrey Epstein if it wasn’t for the acres of coverage devoted to the story by us royal hacks over recent years.

It didn’t matter that I had repeatedly torn the Queen’s second, and, some say, favourite son to pieces for everything from his propensity to take his golf clubs on foreign tours to that disastrous Newsnight interview.

Contrary to the ‘invisible contract’ Harry claims the palace has with the press, royal coverage works roughly like this: good royal deeds = good publicity. Bad royal deeds = bad publicity. We effectively act as a critical friend, working on behalf of a public that rightly expects the royals to take the work – but not themselves – seriously.

So when a royal couple preaches about climate change before taking four private jets in 11 days, it is par for the course for a royal scribe to point out the inconsistency of that message. None of it is ever personal, as evidenced by the fact that practically every member of the monarchy has come in for flak over the years.

If Oprah wasn’t willing to point out the discrepancies in Harry and Meghan’s testimony, surely it is beholden on royal reporters to question how the Duchess had managed to undertake four foreign holidays in the six months after her wedding, in addition to official tours to Italy, Canada, and Amsterdam, as well as embarking on a lengthy honeymoon, if she had ‘turned over’ her passport?

While no one would wish to undermine the extent of her mental health problems, could it really be true that she only left the house twice in four months when she managed to cram in 73 days’ worth of engagements, according to the Court Circular, in the 17 months between her wedding and the couple’s departure to Canada?

And what of the ‘racist’ headlines flashed up during the interview purporting to be from the British press, when more than a third were actually taken from independent blogs and the foreign media? The UK media abides by the Independent Press Standards Organisation’s Code of Conduct ‘to avoid prejudicial or pejorative reference to an individual’s race’, as well as by rigorous defamation laws. And rightly so – the British press doesn’t always get it right. But social media is the Wild West by comparison, publishing vile slurs on a daily basis with impunity.

Some therefore find it strange that such a litigious couple would claim to have been ‘silenced’ when they have made so many complaints, including resorting to legal action, over stories they claim not to have even read. There is something similarly contradictory about a couple accusing the tabloids of lacking self-reflection while refusing to take any blame at all – for anything.

In any normal world, informed writing on such matters would be classed as fair comment, but not, seemingly, on Twitter where those completely lacking any objectivity whatsoever are only too willing to virtue signal and manoeuvre.

As the trolling reached fever pitch in the aftermath of the interview, veteran royal reporter Robert Jobson of the Evening Standard called me. ‘Don’t respond to these freaks,’ he advised. ‘It’s getting nasty out there. Watch your back!’

Yet despite my general sense of bewilderment at the menacing Megbots, I can’t say it didn’t appal me to discover a close friend had received online abuse, purely by dint of being my mate. After discussing the lengths the troll must have gone to to track her down, she asked me, ‘Do you ever worry someone might do something awful to you?’ Er, not until now, no.

Of course it’s upsetting, even for a cynical old-timer like me. Worse still are people who actually know me casting aspersions on my profession on social media. Often these are the same charlatans who would think nothing of sidling up to me for the latest gossip on the Royal family, while publicly pretending that reading any such coverage is completely beneath them.

Most pernicious of all though – not least after Piers Morgan’s departure from Good Morning Britain following a complaint to ITV and Ofcom from the Duchess – is the corrosive effect this whole hullabaloo is having on freedom of speech. When you’ve got a former actor effectively editing a British breakfast show from an £11 million Montecito mansion, what next?

I cannot help but think we are in danger of setting race relations back 30 years if people are seriously suggesting that any criticism of Meghan is racially motivated. It’s the hypocrisy that gets me. When Priti Patel was accused of bullying, the very same people who willingly hung the Home Secretary out to dry are now the ones defending Meghan against such claims, saying they have been levelled at her simply because she is ‘a strong woman of colour’.

Of course journalists should take responsibility for everything they report and be held to account for it – but Harry and Meghan do not have a monopoly on the truth simply because the close friend and neighbour who interviewed them in return for £7 million from CBS took what they said as gospel.

If she isn’t willing to probe the disparity between Meghan saying someone questioned the colour of Archie’s skin when she was pregnant, and Harry suggesting it happened before they were even married, then someone must. There’s a name for such scrutiny. It’s called journalism.

The public reserves the right to make up its own mind – with the help of the watchful eye of a free and fair press. But that press can never be free or fair if journalists do not feel they can report without fear or favour. I’m lucky that a lot of the criticism I face is more than balanced out by hugely supportive members of the public and online community who either agree – or respect the right to disagree. Along with the hate mail, I have had many thoughtful and eloquent missives, including those that good naturedly challenge what I have written in the paper or said on TV, which have genuinely given me pause for thought.

I am more than happy to enter into constructive discourse with these correspondents, who are frankly sometimes the only people who keep me on Twitter. I mean, let’s face it, I wouldn’t be anywhere near the bloody thing if this wasn’t my day job.

With the National Union of Journalists this month declaring that harassment and abuse had ‘become normalised’ within the industry, never have members of Britain’s press needed more courage. As Winston Churchill famously said, ‘You have enemies? Good. That means you’ve stood up for something, sometime in your life.’

Who would have thought that the preservation of the fundamental freedoms that we hold so dear should partially rest on the shoulders of those who follow around a 94-year-old woman and her family for a living?

If I’d known then what I know now, would I still have written the bridesmaid’s dress story?

Yes – doubtlessly reflecting sisterly sobs all round. But after two decades in this business, I am clear-eyed enough to know this for certain: whatever I had written, it would still have ended in tears.

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Of course I'm a threat. Why? Did you think for a moment that I wasn't?

► general information

FULL NAME & ALIAS: emma grace frost / white queen CURRENT TEAM(S): quiet council of krakoa AGE: 30′s GENDER IDENTITY: cisgendered female SEXUALITY: bisexual NATIONALITY: american ETHNICITY: white MULTIVERSAL ORIGIN: earth-616

► appearance

FACE CLAIM: margot robbie SPECIAL / RECOGNIZABLE FEATURES: occasional diamond skin HAIR COLOR: blonde EYE COLOR: blue ACCENT: british / formerly american CURRENT COSTUME: literally always changing, so take your pick

► background

CURRENT HOME: the white palace, krakoa PAST OCCUPATION: headmistress, white queen of hellfire club, student, sex therapist CURRENT OCCUPATION: spring faction member of the quiet council SNAP STATUS: survived in different reality

► relations

SIBLING(S): adrienne & cordelia frost ( sisters ) / christian frost ( brother ) PARTNER(S): scott summers ( formerly ) CHILDREN: the stepford cuckoos BEST FRIEND: money ADVERSARY: sebastian shaw ( occasionally )

► HEADCANONS/FUN FACTS

was born in boston, ma to a very rich family

hates her father but is a shrewd businessman

psychically absorbed a telepath named astrid, which helped her gain control, power and a british accent

personally styled by jumbo carnation

loves her students, despite what people may assume

while she did not want kids personally, she does admire the cuckoos. it’s only a matter of time before they overthrow her.

was a phoenix host and lost herself a bit after that. quite literally lost some power before it returned.

is labeled an alpha level telepath

originally felt intimated and envious of jean grey. she felt a little better psychically screwing her husband. after jean’s younger self came forward, emma got a new appreciation of her telepath. she now only mocks her in good fun.

the hellfire gala is a great accomplishment

emma owns her sexuality and showing her skin is a form of power

has a soft spot for kate pryde

recently left the hellfire trading company to focus on the council

when she learned about moira’s involvement with the island, she lost some respect and belief in magneto and charles

► wanted connections

scott summers -- it’s hot.

sebastian shaw -- situational ally or enemy.

#mvmprompts #prompt

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princessmadafu · 5 years ago

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That Book (excuse the long post)

I didn't want to jump into the fray without first thinking over the published extracts of FF and the various critiques and synopses in the press. I'd just like to send huge thanks to YankeeWallee and everyone that YW herself thanks for the collated screenshots of the excerpts and RoyahNikkah's review. I'll do what the rest of you do and state here that these are my personal opinions and anything quoted comes under "fair usage", etc. Long live free speech!

My over-riding reaction is, what an absolute pile of lies, lies and more lies. Starting with Scobie's sources, of which he says there are at least two per nugget of information. I believe most of the book has come directly or indirectly from MM herself, and that any "sources" have MM's blessing, sanction or outright order to disclose. FaceTiming in the bath? How would Scobie know? Unless he was in the bath with her, this can only have come from herself or the friend being FaceTimed. There is too much of a highly personal nature for it to be Scobie's own investigative work. So there's the first lie, straight from the weirdly-toothy Sussexy horse's mouth; of course she collaborated!

Some of us had our reservations right from the start of Harry and MM's relationship, but we were prepared to give her the benefit of the doubt and join in the welcome of a biracial, divorced American actress. Right-wing, left-wing, a-political or not-royally-bothered, we all thought, Let's give the pair a chance to see what they can do.

How about this article from Spiked on the engagement of Harry & MM from 2017:

Meghan Markle: Generation Woke's Princess Diana - spiked

"...look no further than the fawning response to the engagement of Prince Harry and American actress Meghan Markle – one of those rare occasions in which both the Telegraph editorial team and the identity-politics set erupted in simultaneous celebration."

How quickly the celebration wore off as the pair of them squandered our goodwill. Another article from Spiked from July 2019, less than two years later, is harsher, when we've all been insulted, preached at and condemned as racists by PH&MM:

Meghan Markle is the worst kind of snob - spiked

"With the possible exception of a few sad social outcasts, no one has a problem with the fact that Meghan’s mum just happens to be black. No, Meghan is criticised for being snobby, elitist, hopelessly out of touch and possessing all the self-awareness of a flea. It’s not Meghan’s skin colour that annoys people, but the fact that she thinks nothing of donning an outfit that costs more than most people in the UK earn in a year and then getting her minders to order the public not to take photos of her. [...] There are heaps of reasons for people not just to criticise Meghan and Harry, but to ridicule their hypocrisy and puncture their pomposity. And not one involves the colour of Meghan’s skin. Meghan comes in for criticism because she is the worst kind of snob who condescends to tell others not just what to do, but also what to think. The fact that she is biracial is completely irrelevant. Of course, there is an obvious solution for Harry and Meghan if they do not like the public attention and criticism. Harry could denounce his claim to the throne. They could give up the titles, move out of the palaces and fund their own lifestyle. I can’t for the life of me imagine why they don’t."

Prescient, no? Six months later and they announce they're off. She played him like a fiddle. The raptures she went into over Botswana and wanting the spend the summer? Did she feed his fantasies of moving to Africa permanently? How strange that Africa became Canada, which then became Los Angeles? Strange my perky little bottom! She had this planned all along. I don't know if PH is with her over there, but she certainly seems to be feeding the illusion that she is now Hollywood Royalty. If she couldn't cut real Royalty, she definitely won't cut the LaLaLand version which is a lot less restrained in voicing its opinions of jumped-up wannabes. Especially the Markly ones who cut, dump, run and show no loyalty or staying power.

The following points, in no particular order, are mostly from an assortment of DM writers and comments from members of the public.

"The book claims the so-called ‘old guard’ tried to undermine the couple and ‘were concerned that the global interest in and popularity of the Sussexes needed to be reined in’." A little self-aggrandisement here, possibly? Global interest, maybe, of the rubber-necking car crash variety, but global popularity? When was that, exactly? Royal staff are all well aware that the purpose of the Royals is to support HMTQ; that is their job. If the Sussexes needed reining in at all, it was because they weren't doing their job properly.

"Harry and Meghan believed ‘few inside the palace were looking out for their interests’ and felt that most courtiers could not be trusted with their sensitive information." Ditto, the courtiers' job is to look out for the interests of HMTQ; PH&MM's job was to look out for the interests of HMTQ, not themselves.

"They believed that these ‘men in grey suits’ were stifling their attempts to launch their initiatives, and when they tried to air these frustrations ‘the conversations didn’t lead anywhere’." I mean, come on! PH is 6th in line. He knows that. There is no "they" involved here - it's all MM again, isn't it, thinking she's more important because she's more popular and she famously gets what she wants... She thought she could snap her fingers and make whatever she wanted happen. She ignored the hierarchy and the protocols, and probably (I suspect) got dimwit Harry believing that she knew best, and that together they could change the world.

"One source said Harry felt that some of the old guard at the palace ‘simply didn’t like Meghan and would stop at nothing to make her life difficult’." I can well believe that staff at the palace didn't like her - she showed her true colours quite early on - but deliberately making her life difficult? I suspect this is what MM told Harry. Twisted the truth, naturally. I'm guessing she made a few ridiculous OTT demands, or wanted some unworkable project, and the staff, knowing their jobs as they do, tried to point out the flaws in her ideas, prevent her making a fool of herself, or otherwise politely protect her from herself. Goodness knows, she made a fool of herself often enough, barging in front and all that...

"The book concludes that Meghan was ‘totally foreign’ to this group of advisers, who ‘could sometimes be even more conservative than the institution they guarded’." They were guarding an institution with over a thousand years of history from someone with neither understanding of nor respect for British history, the Monarchy, or the duties of the RF; and she made no effort to learn.

"Another insider said: ‘The fact is that Meghan was welcomed with open arms and everyone did their best to offer their help about how to navigate such a tricky public role – advice she would often choose to ignore." The arrogance of the woman! And she was welcomed. She just believed that she knew best.

"Omid Scobie said Meghan’s high-profile career as an actress and the fact that she was a divorcee left her ‘ripe for exploitation’." High-profile career, mwah! Actress, mwah! Divorcee, so what? Charles and Camilla are both divorce/es, Anne is a divorcee, so is Andrew, and a whole bunch of other lesser royals. As for being ripe for exploitation, I think we all know how this panned out and MM wasn't the one being exploited! Far from it. She milked every opportunity and opening her new title and her new husband could bring her.

"During one of their final engagements as senior royals, Meghan was ‘purposefully snubbed’ by Kate in front of a global TV audience, the authors claim." Well now, where to start on this one? MM threw a hissy fit because she wasn't allowed to walk in the procession with HMTQ, C&C and DDoC. The DDoC decided to appease MM by pulling out of the procession and taking their seats. Now I don't know what DDoC thought about that but I can just imagine them comparing MM's behaviour with that of their own beautifully behaved kids. I can just imagine them thinking thank God she'll be gone soon! I doubt there was any purposeful snubbing at the service but MM has no manners and no idea how to behave, not even in church. The DDoC are too well brought-up to "carry on" in a place of worship, nor would they lean across seats for a happy little chat, just a quick turn round for a friendly word with Edward and Sophie immediately behind them before the arrival of C&C and HMTQ. Churches are not places to be gossiping and grinning inanely, and you definitely don't push your way through the chairs when the service is over! She is so rude and ill-mannered.

"The book claims Meghan and Kate’s ‘cordial but distant rapport’ was apparent when the pair appeared alongside each other at the King Power Royal Charity Polo Day last summer." I don't remember the dates exactly, but I should think by this time DoC was well and truly fed up with MM's shenanigans; the doe-eyes she'd been pulling at PW, the rumours she and the SS had been fanning about PW and une petite liaison with a long-time friend... Cordial but distant was probably the best MM could hope for at this stage; DoC was hardly about to play Happy Families with the troublemaker.

"The couple were dismayed when no photograph of them and their son Archie was displayed during the Queen’s Christmas speech last year." It was quite clear that the photos on display represented the direct line of succession, from HMTQ's father through to her great-grandson - five generations of the Monarchy. I truly believe that MM wanted to "modernise" the RF to such an extent that PH would be elected King! With MM at his side, dripping in all the jewels she could get her greedy mitts on! I realise it must be hard for PH to get to grips with his status as "Pretty Much Relegated Former Spare", but she must have been really feeding his insecurities if she got him upset about the absence of a photograph.

"Prince Harry was the first to say 'I love you' in his relationship with Meghan Markle, with friends revealing the couple were 'immediately obsessed' with each other, according to the latest extract of a bombshell biography." Oooh, how would Scobie know something as intimate as this? Immediately obsessed with each other, I can well believe; MM with his status, title, money, the palaces, the jewels... and she reeled him into her fantasy world with lies and perfectly posed KamaSutra yoga until he was obsessed with this chameleon woman, at the same time both mother-figure and hot, sexy, adoring, sophisticated, intelligent, humanitarian animal lover. Oh the lies, the lies; "Will you walk into my parlour, said the Spider to the Fly."

"They enjoyed a romantic dinner, with staff taking great pains to ensure their privacy, whisking them in through a staff entrance usually used to bring in fish discreetly." This is their second date at SoHo House, and again, how would Scobie know little details unless MM had told him herself? I like the hint of shade by the writer noting that the entrance was used to bring in fish discreetly - there's definitely something fishy about MM!

How about some comments from DM readers?

"Every single shameless self-serving tabloid "leak" and publicity stunt she has orchestrated has backfired specularly. Hence why Harry has gone from beloved military man and active working Royal to a national embarrassment within two short years! Her efforts at aggressive self-promotion are no match for her lack of talent or perspective in that area. She could have heeded advice from other, more dedicated Royals, but No. Meghan knew better and decided that she was deserving of instant worship fit for her 'celebrity' expectations. The Duchess of Cambridge has earned respect over years with quiet dedication to her causes. Meghan felt entitled to all the glory instantly, and was clearly slighted to learn that respect is not something to be commanded. She is a culture vulture with no respect or understanding of the very people that she promised to represent." [Jace T Adams]

"The narrative of the relationship is laughable. Everyone knows they first met in Canada when Harry was there for Invictus. He needed a girl for the night and Meghan was arranged for him. She must have been impressive as they had a date the next day and the rest is history." [Lady M]

"You can't work with someone you don't trust and these two have proven untrustworthy." [ellegrav]

I have no inside information on any of above, but people better placed than I am are making similar judgments on the contents of FF; people who've spent their working lives following and reporting on the RF.

"The Queen’s former press secretary Dickie Arbiter told the Mail: ‘I think it has their fingerprints all over it. We had a similar scenario in 1992 when Diana swore blind she hadn’t helped Andrew Morton and yet a year later it came out that she had indirectly helped him so history is repeating itself. ‘There are too many things that we have seen in the serialisation that could only come from the horse’s mouth, like deciding to gatecrash Sandringram when they landed from Canada."

And Jan Moir: JAN MOIR on the Meghan and Harry biography that has put ...

What did the pair of them want or expect? Top billing, it seems. What is remarkable is that Harry’s whole life and entire upbringing have been devoted and calibrated to him being a prince. Surely he understands how it works? Surely he could have explained the system to his vexed new bride? Primarily, that being royal is a form of active service, with ranks and a hierarchy so uncomplicated that schoolchildren throughout the realm understand the line of succession and its importance to the Windsors — and to us.

And Robert Hardman: ROBERT HARDMAN: Harry and Meghan are ... - dailymail.co.uk

Yet Finding Freedom is a struggle against protocol and seating plans. It is based on the perceived unfairness of a pecking order which has governed — and preserved — the monarchy for 1,000 years.

We can't all be wrong!

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Charles Xavier? Or Damen? 😬

I have answered many a meme about Charles Xavier over the years so I think I will go for Damen!

Why I like them -- He’s so solidly honorable and good.

Why I don’t -- Please, Damen, develop some self-awareness. -_-

Favorite episode (scene if movie) -- Geez, I do not know how to answer this for a book trilogy. There are too many scenes and moments. I definitely have a soft spot, though, for Damen defending Laurent from the handsy Vaskian dudes.

Favorite season/movie -- For this, we’ll say book 2 just because it’s pretty much the best part of the trilogy generally.

Favorite line -- This is internal narration, but: “Damen now knew the precise number of arrows Laurent needed to have trained on him in order to shut him up. It was six.”

Favorite outfit -- the layer of oil he wore for wrestling. ;)

OTP -- pfft, Damen/Laurent obviously

Brotp -- Nikandros

Head Canon -- After they’re together, Damen likes to sing to Laurent, when they’re alone.

Unpopular opinion -- I think Damen has always valued consent and sought it in his relationships, he was just raised with an imperfect understanding of how it works.

A wish -- I would love to see Laurent actually fully deal with and reconcile the fact that Damen-that-he-loves and Damianos-that-killed-his-brother are the same person. As of “The Summer Palace” there’s still an uneasy disconnect there. I guess that’s a wish for Laurent more than Damen but it certainly affects them both.

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen -- They never get the heir problem dealt with sufficiently and the Akielos-Vere alliance falls apart after their deaths. T_T

5 words to best describe them -- honest, honorable, strong, loyal, work-in-progress

My nickname for them -- Beefcake

#captive prince #Ask Me #jackyjango

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It would be unfair to do just Chelsea for these. ;p Here’s Aisha!

Credit to @luxet for her questions!

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? “SoundCloud. I just have a more easier time with it.” is your room messy or clean? “My bedroom is clean, as well as my room located in the corner of Thomas’ mind.” what color are your eyes? “I have blue eyes with slit pupils.” do you like your name? why? “I think Aisha is a suitable name.” what is your relationship status? “Taken.” describe your personality in 3 words or less “Analytical, Sharp, Rational.” what color hair do you have? “My hair’s an indigo leaning towards purple.” what kind of car do you drive? color? “I don’t drive, but a blue Sedan would be nice.” where do you shop? “You can’t really shop in the Mind Palace, but I like the bookstores.” how would you describe your style? “Smart Casual.” favorite social media account “Reddit and Wattpad both have....interesting things, but they are still my favorites.” what size bed do you have? “I have a Full XL.” any siblings? “I do not have any siblings.” if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why? “I think I live in the best place already.” favorite snapchat filter? “The face swap filter is both a blessing and a curse.” favorite makeup brand(s) “L’Oréal.” how many times a week do you shower? “One in the morning and one before I go to bed.” favorite tv show? “I have a guilty pleasure of Netflix original shows.” shoe size? “My foot size is around the 10s, I think.” how tall are you? “6′0.” sandals or sneakers? “Sneakers don’t make an annoying slapping sound when they hit the ground, so them.” do you go to the gym? “No, I do not.” describe your dream date “Some people think that stargazing is my dream date, but Logan just got me into that. I truthfully prefer cafes, but as long as we are content doing the activity together, that’s the only thing that matters.” how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? “Right now, I have $80.” what color socks are you wearing? “I’m wearing white socks at the moment. Weird question.” how many pillows do you sleep with? “One.” do you have a job? what do you do? “No, I do not.” how many friends do you have? “All of the Sides are understandably good friends of mine.” whats the worst thing you have ever done? “I’d prefer to talk about the situation when I’m ready.” whats your favorite candle scent? “I don’t like candle scents.” 3 favorite boy names “I have an interest in Gabriel, Noah and Charles.” 3 favorite girl names “Minerva, Athena and Anne are some of my favorite's.” favorite actor? “I hate to be biased, but Thomas Sanders does a great job at acting.” favorite actress? “Jennifer Lawrence’s work is truly admirable.” who is your celebrity crush? “Mark Ruffalo may be known for giving out spoilers, but he does terrific performances.” favorite movie? “Same answer as below.” do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? “..........Why are you making me choose?” money or brains? “Brains.” do you have a nickname? what is it? “Who doesn’t have a nickname, honestly? Roman has plenty of them for me.” how many times have you been to the hospital? “None. We all have a sort of healing factor, and I am responsible enough to avoid any accidents.” top 10 favorite songs “I believe some of them were also mentioned in one of my bios.” do you take any medications daily? “No, I do not.” what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) “I have a normal skin type.” what is your biggest fear? “Needles.” how many kids do you want? “Can we even have children?” whats your go to hair style? “My hair always stays the same: some messy and unbrushed indigo hair leaning into the colour purple. The courtroom scenario was one of the few occasions my hair became more neater.” what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) “Currently, we’re in a beach house. It was Chelsea’s idea, as we create new houses. The Mind Palace is endless.” who is your role model? “I must give teachers their credit for being able to put up with their student’s rowdy behavior.” what was the last compliment you received? “You must hear really well with those pointy ears. Not sure if it’s a compliment or an insult.” what was the last text you sent? “I sent Logan a link to a site explaining the definition of some modern slang.” how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? “It was around my fourth.” what is your dream car? “A Sedan is good enough for me.” opinion on smoking? “My opinion on this? You’re not alone. I can’t stop you from smoking, but please make sure that it’s out of personal interest and not a form of endangering yourself.” do you go to college? “If Thomas went to college, then yes, I technically did. If he didn’t, then I didn’t.” what is your dream job? “I don’t really need a job.” would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? “The suburbs are much more safer.” do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? “No. I have no benefit in taking hotel property.” do you have freckles? “No, I do not freckles. However, Logan does. He just covers them up.” do you smile for pictures? “It depends on the picture we’re talking about.” how many pictures do you have on your phone? “We don’t have a storage limit, and right now I have around 400 in my gallery.” have you ever peed in the woods? “You’re assuming that I go in the woods.” do you still watch cartoons? “Cartoons are still shows, regardless of the artistic style. Yes, I do.” do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds? “Wendy’s.” Favorite dipping sauce? “My favourite is Honey Mustard.” what do you wear to bed? “I wear a lot of dressing gowns.” have you ever won a spelling bee? “When your opponent is Patton, you’re bound to be victorious.” what are your hobbies? “I believe they’re listed in a bio already posted.” can you draw? “Yes, but I’m better art digital art then traditional.” do you play an instrument? “Nope. But since it doesn’t impact my daily life, it doesn’t bother me.” what was the last concert you saw? “It depends on the last concert Thomas went to.” tea or coffee? “Tea. It’s much more relaxing and is less bitter then coffee.” Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? “Starbucks has a lot more variety in their food choices.” do you want to get married? “I’m not a fan of weddings. It reinforces the fact that you need a giant celebration to prove your love instead of acts of trust and loyalty. Maybe that’s why I chose the callback instead.....” what is your crush’s first and last initial? “L.S. Logan Sanders.” are you going to change your last name when you get married? “Perhaps.” what color looks best on you? “Indigo and black are my more iconic colours, but I do appreciate some purple in my attire once in a while.” do you miss anyone right now? “Not as this particular time, no.” do you sleep with your door open or closed? “The door is closed, but not locked.” do you believe in ghosts? “In the Mind Palace, anything can happen. Ghosts are childsplay compared to the other supernatural creatures in here.” what is your biggest pet peeve? ”Clicking pens, unnecessarily revving your engines, waking you up in the middle of the night and then saying ‘oh did I wake you up?’ as well as bashing a book or film when you haven’t seen it.” last person you called ”I had to call Remus. I can’t remember the details, but it involved something with pencil cases.” favorite ice cream flavor? “Buttermilk and black sesame ginger are delicious and underrated.” regular oreos or golden oreos? “I prefer the regular Oreos.” chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? “I don’t enjoy sprinkles a whole lot. I prefer to cover my desserts with chocolate syrup.” what shirt are you wearing? “I’m currently wearing an off the shoulder top, coloured a dark navy blue with star patterns.” what is your phone background? “The night sky. It’s aesthetically pleasing.” are you outgoing or shy? “I would prefer to call myself an ambivert.” do you like it when people play with your hair? “Playing with my hair? That’s fine.” But don’t try to get rid of the knots or try and brush it.” do you like your neighbors? “The Dark Sides live right next to us in their house, and I have a neutral opinion about the lot of them. Remus is okay, though. I’m not a fan of Deceit.” do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? “I wash my face after brushing my teeth.” have you ever been high? “I know that if I answer this question, the readers will probably warp it into some form of suggestive content.” have you ever been drunk? “I’m not sure if we can get drunk? I might have to ask Logan that later.” last thing you ate? “My last meal was some noodles and meatballs.” favorite lyrics right now “The following lyrics are from the song Just The Way You Are by Bruno Mars.” When I see your face There's not a thing that I would change 'Cause you're amazing Just the way you are summer or winter? “Winter. The cold air gives more chances for indoor activities as well as a nice aesthetic.” day or night? “The night is much calmer, so I’ll prefer that.” dark, milk, or white chocolate? “Dark chocolate. I believe that the bitter taste makes it good.” favorite month? “July, I’m not sure why, but I get some happy during the seventh month.” what is your zodiac sign ”While I wasn’t ‘born’, per say, my creation was during the constellation of Capricorn, so I’ll go with that.” who was the last person you cried in front of? “It was a pretty long time ago, but I think it was Deceit. Back when we were kids.”

#sander sides #sanders sides #fander sides #sander sides ocs #sanders sides ocs #fander sides ocs #sander sides aisha #ocs #oc questions #luxet questions

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fortheheavenssake · 6 years ago

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PG MM Anon Interpretation Collection- 14

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻PG INTERPRETATION OF MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

91: Oct. 19

MM ANON …… “ O no , not another f%#ing beautiful Sunday “…… All together, a ROYAL reunion 🦄🦎👸🤴… “ she’s not invited, again🧣“……” O Philip, do lets watch this documentary 🤣🤣“ …… “Really, old thing, really ?”…… “ bloody hell , Charlottes a better actress “……… “ Mummy!! I’ve lost my 🦎” ……” What next LG , the Caribbean and North America with the children?”…… “ Mmmm , Marm that would work ,next year’ someone will be jealous!!” …… “ “what’s that ol’ thing , I’m reading skippy Philip”

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON, I DO HOPE YOU’RE WELL🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

October 19/2019 1245 hrs CST

“ O no , not another f%#ing beautiful Sunday “…

Sunday is historically day to attend worship and spend time with family. It’s also, in more urban areas the day when the biggest newspapers come out. Another beautiful but blanked up day because this curse still hangs in the air, no justice yet but it’s coming! Justice is coming! Sunday’s will soon be as they once were, different, through life experiences but they will family days again!

All together, a ROYAL reunion 🦄🦎👸🤴…

The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge just returned back to London last night after a five day tour of Pakistan 🇵🇰. The Royal tour was successful far and above expectations. They had promised the children a family weekend. I am certain there were lots of tears along the way despite FaceTime and talking, lots of hugs upon return home. Princess Charlotte has developed a passion for unicorns. Over the summer, as boys do, will all of the garden time that the Duchess did with her family he must have seen salamanders and lizards or just fell for them via books perhaps. So the whole family happily back together along with boss baby , Prince Louis. He acquired that title from his facial expression, priceless ones, during the flyover on Buckingham Palace balcony.

“ she’s not invited, again🧣“…

The Christmas church service last year, upon exiting, madam tried to engage Prince William in conversation, he was wise to her moves and made himself very busy fiddling with his scarf. She then tried Prince Charles who in turn ignored her. The term scarfing has truly taken on a life of its own online🤣🤣🤣😂😂. I think this is clearly Prince William putting his foot down clearly expressing his opinion.The line she’s not invited, also has a bit of a cite reference, the day of Prince Louis’ christening, as they left the chapel to walk back into the entrance, Princess Charlotte said to the amassed media, “you’re not coming”, was tremendously funny and sweet. Her personality was already showing!

” O Philip, do lets watch this documentary 🤣🤣““Really, old thing, really ?”…… “ bloody hell , Charlottes a better actress “…

HMTQ and PP, likely over the evening cocktail chatting, she jokingly states the above, his replies are the latter two quotes. I am glad they are able to talk and find some humour in this situation! Oh how l would love to be a fly on the wall, meaning love to hear some of their discussions!

“ Mummy!! I’ve lost my 🦎” …

Well trauma, upset, tears of sadness and shrieks of OH NO!! Prince George has lost his lizard, l hope not inside or shrieks of horror, outside, just a very sad little boy. I am certain a replacement lizard could be sourced post haste!

” What next LG , the Caribbean and North America with the children?”

Prince William and HMTQ, and Duchess Catherine likely reviewed/debriefed the events of the tour with LG in attendance. I can hear ideas thrown about on how to continue this success to build on the success of the monarchy. I think half jokingly William said, what next, do you propose such a trip with all three children? I know rumours out there of madam being pregnant but not confirmed, besides another a Royal tour doesn’t happen with her, because SHE IS NOT ROYAL!!! I know the Cambridges took their own private medic along to Pakistan 🇵🇰. I have a feeling she may already be or will shorten announced that she is expecting another child.

“ Mmmm , Marm that would work ,next year’ someone will be jealous!!” …This is definitely LG responding to the notion of an entire a Cambridge family Royal tour! Can you just imagine the coverage? There would have never been anything like it before, and madam would be climbing the walls of her cell or padded room when she learned of that. She will be forever jealous and hateful.

“ “what’s that ol’ thing , I’m reading skippy Philip”

HMTQ reading when PP says something to her, she replies with the above quote! See 💜🐼💜, l have told youn🐼, THEY DO READ YOUR BLOG,!! This is an absolute confirmation of a suspicion l have had and have talked about! So feel free to express yourself!! WE LOVE AND BELIEVE IN HARRY, WE WANT HIM BACK!!!💜💜💜💜GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

October 19/2019 1315 hrs CST

Thank you dear PG….what a fun happy riddle today. I love the tidbits about the children…..I want you know we greatly appreciate the time and effort you put into deciphering these riddles for us. Well…I hope if HM does read here….she will let us know she is ok…😉.💜💜💜💜💜💜

Ask Skippy submission

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92: oct 20

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻This riddle was extremely difficult 🙏🏻🙏🏻💜🤣

MM Anon

MM ANON … A disruption in the FORCE… … give a lot , take a little …… sighted for perpetuity …… 🎼matter of fact, it’s all dark 🎼……… multiple numbers …… his backhander slush fund …… silent outrage in Carshalton …… “ But O, how bitter a thing”………” bending of the heart flings” ……… a comfortable exorcism …… “ sunshine is the best…” …… “ sunshine is the best…”

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU DEAR MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

October 20/2019 1405 hrs CST

A disruption in the FORCE

In all the a Star Wars movies the FORCE is the power of the energy for good to fight evil. The force be with you has become common usage when you wish some good luck or best wishes in all kinds of situations. Here we are now, dear MM ANON has the word force , in all capitals , meaning extreme, pay attention, some people say all caps means you’re yelling. I personally do not, many of you know when o type in all caps l am expressing my emotions or concerned topic. MM ANON is in deadly seriously telling us that evil, and we all know the evil, it has a name and backers and ultimately the biggest backer who takes souls and laughs at God! There is an extremely concerted effort, especially today to take down HMTQ and the Monarchy, this is as serious a things get folks. There is a disruption, Harry was the access point, evil got in, has been using him everyday. I do not know what will happen today, tonight , tomorrow or the day after. But vigilance is needed, pray if you’re so inclined. This is the most serious battle and attack HMTQ has ever faced!

give a lot , take a little

That’s the phrase, climate change, leave less carbon footprints , charity give your time, etc. HMTQ and many royals give so much time, yes they get to live in mansions etc, but how many of us could keep HMTQ schedule for 93 years, still smile as if everything was fine. I think no future generations will have those skills. The world has changed, everybody is famous with their Instagram etc etc.

We have madam who has taken and taken , taken, taken, taken,taken, taken, was well with open arms publicly, despite manipulating her way in. She has taken very perk there is. NO GRATITUDE, give an inch, she takes 100 miles, so to speak. What does HMTQ get for this? Fingered up, every way, every day, now the poor card will be played after using and exhausting all her other cards. Few have asked me how l am, wah wah wah. She screams privacy, privacy, don’t take my picture, how can anyone ask you anything? She has treated the British people so vile lay, why would they even WANT TO ASK? They want her gone, pick a country, leave!! Just stop,your whinging , word salad, environmental preaching while taking six private jet flights. On and on and on….

sighted for perpetuity ……

Perpetuity is an interesting word, it’s used in financial terms but does have another usage. Let’s let our friend google help us understand it. One meaning is a bond or other security with no fixed maturity date. The second meaning is used as a legal meaning. It is

a restriction making an estate inalienable perpetually or for a period beyond certain limits fixed by law. Now let’s be clear on what inalienable means that something or someone is unable to be taken away from or given away by the possessor. Basically this is meaning , Harry’s inheritance from his mother, his great grandmother, the Queen mum, any other such funds, homes, jets etc etc CANNOT be taken away from him FOREVER. So should there be a divorce or annulment, she has no legal grounds or recourse to go after any of these items. A payout yes, so the royal family has sound legal and financial admin setting up their assets. Thank God!!!

🎼matter of fact, it’s all dark 🎼………

My dear MM ANON, l must say , l was absolutely expecting a return to this gem today! Pink Floyd’s Eclipse. The lyrics of this song about basically everything in life, l can’t put them in here due to copyright but you can easily find them The song ends with the eclipse. The thought is during a lunar/eclipse of the moon, the moon goes dark and the side we can’t see is still lit up. The song ends by this phrase that MM ANON gave us , it’s all dark. Extrapolating that to the situation at hand, it’s all dark. There is no sliver of a silver lining, bit of light or hope that madam will have an a-ha moment, fall on her knees, acknowledging her sins and beg forgiveness. No no no no, it’s all dark, no redemption will be sought. This is very dire friends, very dire indeed, the prognosis is dark. Hence my feelings of anxiety.

multiple numbers ……

Well what is this? We know madam has had multiple number partners, marriages, sex videos, tax issues, merching, basically everything. What is MM ANON referencing here? Discrepancy in items on her taxes? There are so many possibilities.here

his backhander slush fund

This has an informal British meaning of a secret payment, typically one made illegally; a bribe. So, a slush fund is extra cash , hidden, in case of emergency etc. Who is ‘his’ here? Is it PH? Did he think he could at first, just pay her for the booty call and she would go away, vastly unaware of the plot. Is this PP or PC who have such a fund, if needed. Is this PA, who also may have a fund of this nature, if needed. I have no idea which one but this confirms that such fund exists and the purpose for it, but l don’t know who or why it may have been started or if/when/how often it has been used. Yet another piece of this ever-growing larger puzzle.

silent outrage in Carshalton

Carshalton s a town, with an historic village in the London Borough of Sutton, South London. Historically Carshalton is part of Surrey. The Earl and Countess of Wessex live in Bagshot Park, Surrey. Sophie does so much in her duties. She is exceptionally close to HMTQ. I saw an interview with her and Prince Edward. They said basically every weekend they spend together, doing outdoorsy things, horses etc. She said also, since so close she often goes for tea with HMTQ. Prince Edward has been reportedly been called her favourite son. Edward will inherit his fathers title, the a Duke of a Edinburgh when that time comes. I think the both of them must be terribly concerned for HMTQ and PP, their health, this stress etc etc.

“ But O, how bitter a thing”………” bending of the heart flings”

From Shakespeare’s As You Like It. First quote referencing seeing another’s happiness through their eyes. Harry saw/sees in William and Catherine’s relationship, then marriage, the three beautiful children, their complete and utter love and devotion. These are all things he longs to have, achingly so. I ache for Harry. I cannot seem to locate the second quote, that’s very odd/unusual. I shall figure it out. Longing for something, sometimes one bends or does something they would never nor do, if they think it can get them what they desire. Flings can be a very casual relationship vacation fling, holiday flings etc, now maybe a booty call. So here we have a young man , struggling with his emotional state, severe anxiety, depression and PTSD, has every tangible thing in the world, except he longs for , desires the intangible, love, utter devotion and children of his own, they become tangible or real. This describes the situation exactly when the attack was made on the BRF via Harry. This steams my tea kettle!!

a comfortable exorcism

Exorcism, in its truest meaning, is a person possessed by a demon, or demons/Satan and a Priest or pastor uses Scripture and other things to set the victim free releasing them. This word, demon,is often used now to describe addiction or other really difficult things that have a hold on someone, therapy, AA, exercise etc etc etc can be used to exorcise oneself. So here we have a comfortable getting rid of the thing that has a hold of some. God l plead this means that Harry will be released from the grasp he is under, if l read this correctly, comfortable means exactly that. How this will be done, LG and HMTQ know. Please let me be correct🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

“ sunshine is the best…”

Sunshine is the best disinfectant there is, you hang sheets, quilts laundry and the UV, ultra-violet rays kill anything. Just look at what it does to our skin! MM ANON is being cheeky with a double entendre here, Sunshine Sachs, the supposed master PR firm that ‘uses the dark arts for clients’. Since they have come on board, the boat has tilted and started quickly the process of sinking. So they have done nothing to help, on,y made this worse. However, we can count on God’s glorious creation, the sun, to sterilize the filth that’s made public so far and will be made public in the future!!! So come on, pullback the curtain, let the filth out!

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

October 29/2019

1520 hrs CST

You missed the last hint….

a very lumpy bed nutmeg

“A very lumpy bed nutmeg “

I think this in anticipation of a nice bed in an expensive building with lots of hired staff and she will get to wear designer orange jumpsuit! MM ANON hinting at either hospitalization or incarceration. I have an extensive 20 plus years working in the mental health field, inpatient treatment for any personality is in effective, they quickly adapt, learn staff weaknesses etc etc.

Preparing to hope the orange jumpsuit time comes!

Sorry love forgot this one guys, when l cut and pasted the riddle this didn’t appear.

Thank you PG…again looks interesting! Thank you for all that you do. Much appreciated!😁💜💜💜

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93: oct 21

MM ANON …… rejected ‘ now reflect!!…… A colonial decision …… Cain un-Abel………… he’s not heavy …… “re-tune your bloody violin”…… “ change the channel 🤣 old thing”…… a broken mendacity …… Calipornia scheming …… “f***that cottage,I wanted the house”…… “ the family I never asked for” …… “all to plan ma’am”……🎼”Paperback Writer? “🎼…… cry-Sis,What cry-Sis.

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

October 21/2019 1340 hrs CST

rejected ‘ now reflect!!

We have had a clue very similar wording, l cannot recall exactly. Madam feels very rejected by the big bad U.K. l have been there a number of times, trust me, l was treated like royalty by my friends there!! The people are feeling very angry by her poor me poor me, the final straw l think the camels back is nearly completely fractured. That’s a phrase when something in life has been building and building and then some happens, the last straw and the person collapses mentally, or becomes violent or leaves a marriage. I hope l am explaining that so it makes sense! Harry will have six weeks to reflect, on everything he has done at HMTQ and LG behest. He has given his all for HMTQ.

Cain un-Abel

In Scripture, Cain and Abel they are the first two sons of Adam and Eve. God was given sacrifices for worship, he found favour in Abel’s sacrifice. Cain murdered Abel , jealousy? Here we have un-Abel. This is clearly Prince William and Prince Harry, not ever the murdering part. I think MM ANON is meaning one brother married and has lovely family and will be King. However Prince Harry’s marriage is bogus as is amw. Prince Harry is obviously struggling in every way. One brother just unable to find the love and family, life partner as the other has. I pray for them both!🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

A colonial decision ……

The colonies is what America was called before they separated taxation without representation! So madam has decided to return to the colonies, live her filthy life, write a book and continue to cause carnage, SO SHE THINKS!! She has absolutely no idea what will hit her when reality comes. No more delusional lies, the long list of alleged things done wrong and the laws alleged involved. Oh God, let justice be meted out SOON!🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 P.S. madam, most people in the colonies have no idea who you are and more so they don’t care! She will be seen as a whiner etc etc.

he’s not heavy ……

Phrase, and song, he’s not heavy, he’s my brother. In the garbage last night, Harry did not confirm any falling out, he said they’re both on different paths, busy life. But he’s my brother, they will always be brothers and always be there for each other. TO ME THAT SAYS IT ALL!!

“re-tune your bloody violin”……

Old saying when someone is whinging or feeling sorry for thematic, being a drama queen etc another person puts their hand up and rubs their thumb and index finger together. They then asker the whinging person, do you know what this is? It’s the worlds smallest violin playing just for you!🤣🤣🤣🤣😂 PP wants a change in the tune, make it louder so madam cannot be heard!!!🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂

“ change the channel 🤣 old thing”…

PP and HMTQ started watching the garbage last night, PP chuckling says to her to change the tv channel! I picture them in their evening close, lovely fireplace, comfy elegant room and furniture, having a cocktail and just enjoying each other’s company. As they have done their entire marriage, they are at each other’s side, just beautiful, brings tears actually how horrible this massive attack has been!

a broken mendacity

Mendacity is untruthfulness, lies. Broken lies, well how many times have we seen this with madam. Dozens, she tells so many lies as does her PR, things get twisted and nothing gets amended, they lie their way out of it when questioned. If it weren’t so deadly serious it would be funny. Like a kid with chocolate all over his face and mum asks if he ate chocolate and he says no. She really is stunted about age 14 , lies like some teenagers do!

Calipornia scheming ……

Well she scheming what else she can do to blow the Monarchy apart and completely destroy it Prince Harry. This six weeks away, home in L.A.?Doing porn, or finding wealthy person to be used by for money.perhaps meeting with her backers. I hear rumours of an interview with OW. The whole group of ba let’s will rally around and continue their unrelenting plot to destroy destroy destroy.

“f***that cottage,I wanted the house”…

Well no surprise there, Frogmore Cottage blech , she wanted FROGMORE HOUSE THE MANSION! What unmitigated gall this stupid, egocentric, narcissistic, evil possessed bint! She probably thinks since their offices are at BP she should be given BP!

“ the family I never asked for” ……

Initially, she was saying the Royal family, was family that she had never had. She knew nothing of them, LIE! In the engagement interview she said everything she knew about the Royal family she leaned from Prince Harry and from actually meeting them. Now she has figuratively slapped them all across the face. Talking about how mentally damaging it is to live using a stiff upper lip. I won’t go into detail of how successful, having this life ethos has helped them get through wars, etc etc, you all know this and what a complete disrespect she has shown to them. To say Tutu was historic leader glad amw could meet, UNBELIEVABLE! HMTQ has reigned for nearly 70 years seen it all. Absolutely no respect for her and the Monarchy itself. I am so angered that this stupid, perverted, sold herself in every possible DARE DARE DARE!!! This degree of vulgarity and disrespect my blood is boiling, l am so angry!

“all to plan ma’am”…

LG giving HMTQ an update on how their work is progressing. He seems very pleased with last nights tv garbage. He has been patiently working with his team to deal with this. He has been playing the ultimate game of chess with someone who cannot play checkers. He has given her many opportunities to show her true self. Last night she was all laid bare, pun intended, videos or photos l am certain will be public at some point. She has walked confidently into every single trap that was laid out for her. Now all captured in living colour, in her own words!! Treason! She was not pregnant, fauxmegnancy! , if there is some surrogate child, it’s not Prince Harry’s child.

🎼”Paperback Writer? “🎼…

This is a great song by the TRUE Fab Four, The Beatles! It actually mentions the Daily Mail and the gossipy things that appear in tabloids. This is telling us that madam is or will be writing a book. She has no limits in her grand focuses and cause maximum carnage with our a Royal family. Her backers probably will pull some strings and make sure it gets maximum coverage. The big bad Brits and the Royal famine didn’t ask her if she was ok. Give me strength Lord🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻.

cry-Sis,What cry-Sis.

Cry-sis is an actual UK charity to assist new parents when their babies have problematic sleep patterns. However, MM ANON, always clever, this is Crisis, what crisis? Someone is in denial. There are several real things happening in the U.K. that fit the word crisis. Brexit, politics, BOJO misleading HMTQ, madam and her backers plan to cause the Royal family to break and crumble. In last night garbage, in an area where life and death issues are occurring, she is 110% self focused. SHE HAS FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS! Yammering on about her tough life standing on African soil where there are many third world problems. She is selfish to a degree l have never seen, it’s evil, Satan working through her! She has completely sold her soul.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

October 21/2019 1455 hrs CST

Fascinating read dear PG! Looking good, all going as planned! Thank you so much, again…much appreciated! 🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜

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94: Oct 22

MM ANON …… dodging the Boo-lets…… November is a wicked month ……… Banksgiving … … “He’s untouchable” …… Dispatches Dispatched…… “ l stand by my husband “s,millions …… “ you’ve lost your mojo mate” …… 🎼” when I was 21,it was a very good year”🎼…… Marry and Hagon …… “meanwhile, back at BP”…… “mummy,mummy a Halloween unicorn 🦄 “…… “ I’m going as a 🦎”…… “well we’re going as M&H”…… “yeah, it’s a pity I listened to my d***”. …… “ nothings impossible mate”…… “look’ here’s your out!!”

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

October 22/2019 1345 hrs CST

… dodging the Boo-lets

Today, now as we speak, madam is wearing her purple maternity dress which magically fits her, whilst attending the One World Youth Symposium at Royal Victoria and Albert Hall. Oh how l would love to see it, l so wish l were well enough to, alas, l am already digressing. This 💜💜”The annual One Young World Summit convenes the brightest young talent from every country and sector, working to accelerate social impact. Delegates from 190+ countries are counselled by influential political, business and humanitarian leaders such as Justin Trudeau, Paul Polman and Meghan Markle, amongst many other global figures.

Delegates participate in four transformative days of speeches, panels, networking and workshops. All delegates have the opportunity to apply to give keynote speeches, sharing a platform with world leaders with the world’s media in attendance. As well as listening to keynote speakers, delegates have the opportunity to challenge world leaders, interact and be mentored by influencers. Delegates make lasting connections throughout the Summit, celebrating their participation at social events and the unforgettable Opening and Closing Ceremonies.

The One Young World Summit 2019 sees the global forum for young leaders return ‘home’ for the first time since the inaugural Summit in 2010. With over 300 languages to be heard on its streets, London is one of the most diverse places in the world. The city is home to nearly 9 million people, one of the world’s biggest financial centres and countless historic sites such as Buckingham Palace and Big Ben. A city where the past and future merge, London provides the ideal backdrop for young leaders from more than 190 countries to work together to accelerate positive change.” 💜💜 Information taken from one young world.com

It’s important because young people are vulnerable. This woman has no shame, After all the fireworks she has set off, she strolls in there, wearing someone else’s hair, in her maternity dress! An enigma wrapped in a riddle, quite literally is she.

Since the audience is composed of young people the addition of let’s after boo, refers to that. The hope of many is that she would be in direct line of receiving public anger. The brief bit l saw was Higgs kiss you etc, no boos nothing. Now l am never one to wish ill will on anyone but consequences for behaviours? ABSOLUTELY!! Consequences will at some point catch up with her!

November is a wicked month …

MM ANON you do enjoy the book don’t you, this is the second time you have referenced it but changed the month. My memory is still intact🤣🤣😂.l shall help others catch up. The book is entitled August is a Wicked Month by Edna O’Brien. The plot revolves around a woman who has moved to a foreign city, separated from her husband, dreadfully unhappy and moves south to find a new life in the sunshine. Well, we are in October, rumours abound about madam moving to Africa or Canada. On behalf of Canada, sorry we are closed for business, if you leave a message NOBODY WILL RESPOND!😂😂🤣🤣 l know l have used that line BRF but it’s so funny😂😂🤣🤣. What November, six weeks off, off to the sunshine in L.A. Oh God please let her lose her passport or have the IRS or FBI awaiting her arrival.

I must say, l have been pleading for Harry, PTSD, combat fatigue, that he be assessed medically for that pain, and psychologically regarding the off the charts stress of this role he has been playing. Thank you HMTQ and LG for giving him six weeks leave, he is so badly in need of it.

Banksgiving

Madam returning home for American Thanksgiving which occurs much later than ours(Canadian)does. There is no bank holiday for Thanksgiving in the U.K. so what’s the meaning here? Is madam going to earn some money during the sex, l meant six weeks off?? I know she’s resourceful, has no shame, long history of letting every bit of her, body heart soul used. So l won’t think further, you can all imagine ways she might find a ‘bank’ in America.

“ l stand by my husband “s,millions

Old country music song Stand by Your Man, l think Tammy Wynette? Yes, madam has stood by her H , so many times, loving, supportive, so concerned when he was in pain, always let’s him go first, never interrupts him, praises HMTQ, treats people respectfully, especially during Royal tours, follows protocol in every way, oh oh oh, wait, l am thinking of Catherine! Yes the Duchess of Cambridge stands by her man! Madam stands by Prince Harry for his money and his fathers money, heck, anyone s money just as long as they give it too her. I may be jovial today is some comments, l have been awake since 0300 hrs bad night, but you all know by know how seriously l take to do justice to dear MM ANON in interpreting her riddles! Humour is a coping mechanism, l have honed that skill well!

“ you’ve lost your mojo mate” …

Prince Harry likely spending time with friends he has not seen for awhile. Likely he can share only certain things. Everyone who has eyes can see HES lost weight, depressed etc etc. The word mojo, when l was little, mojos were little fruit chewy candies, 5 for two cents. Mojo, means ones drive for life, zest to do new things or go back to doing things you used to enjoy. This is a very loving and honest person telling Harry this. I am so glad he’s got so many who love him. Harry, there are lots like me, who believe in you 100% , pray for you and want the octopus tentacles untethered from around you!

… 🎼” when I was 21,it was a very good year”🎼…

What MM ANON., no Pink Floyd. Now this is my jam, ‘ol blue eyes himself, Mr. Frank Sinatra, when music was music. This is a sentimental song. The lyrics take us through four phases in a mans life, ages 17,21,35 and autumn , the older years. It describes relationships with women, no let me take that back, it’s about how males see females at different ages. Seventeen is all teeny bopper love. Twenty one, things get far more intimate. Thirty five is interest, because Harry is due to turn 35. That part of the song, the lyrics speak of relationship with blue blooded woman, limousines, chauffeurs. I am interpreting this as an annulment or divorce before he turns 35. Hope and a future to look forward to real love, a real family of his very own. I wish that with all my heart for our Harry!

… Marry and Hagon

Marry and Hagon? Harry and Magon……..She will be gone. Harry will be Harry but she will be gone!!!!!

“meanwhile, back at BP”……

Old saying meanwhile back at the ranch, means change the topic or in tv shows change of scene. So with all that has gone on, HMTQ remains doing her duty each and every day. How l love her in purple!! She follows her routine, to the letter, giving each appearance her all. One would never ever know of all the things that have happened and are continuing to happen behind the scenes. The stiff upper lip, that’s how one gets things done, it’s not mentally damaging. HOBBIES , sniff sniff, snort snort, the like madam loves, and PERVERSION are mentally damaging. There is a saying, when the going gets tough, the tough get going. One doesn’t whimper and moan. With my current life, since my spinal lesion and constant pain, my life changed fir sure. Stiff upper lip and humour have got me through. I think pretty much anyone who has read my words, or messaged me, can attest to the fact that l have a serious side along with a silly side! Stiff upper lip!!

“mummy,mummy a Halloween unicorn 🦄 “…… “ I’m going as a 🦎”… “well we’re going as M&H”…

Well, how much would l LOVE to see these beautiful children in their Halloween costumes!! Princess Charlotte, a unicorn, Prince George as a lizard, William and Catherine’s joking as who they will be. MM ANON, can you please find out what boss baby Prince Louis’ costume will be!! Thank God for the beautiful Cambridge family,they are so beloved.

“yeah, it’s a pity I listened to my d***”.

Prince Harry, again in conversation, l would say definitely with a male due to usage of the d word, starts with d rhymes with pick. Talking together with how he got into this mess. It was a booty call, just a booty call. To have that lead where it has, is terrifying. Pay attention kids! No casual sex! It eats away at your soul.

“ nothings impossible mate”……

Continuing in the conversation, his friend is reassuring Prince Harry that he has fulfilled his duty. This relationship will end in annulment or divorce and the future is bright. He has learned so much about himself, about life, about what’s truly important and there is definitely possibility for him to find love and have his own family. All thank a God he has supportive friends and family who live him!

“look’ here’s your out!!”

Madam, wah wah wah, nobody asks me if l am ok, and saying in vague terms that she maybe cannot continue, it’s near the end of the interview, l cannot recall the exact words. She will go to America , hit the ground running there🤣🤣😂😂😂🤣🤣. The only way she will hit the ground running is if she parachutes off the plane! Her doing this, his friend is saying that Harry’s out, it’s a short way to say, you can get out of a situation. This means get out of the marriage. I am still not 100% there is a legal marriage, Harry held up the register as he signed, plus non-consumation, (no intimacy after vows)annulment. I think the fact that this alleged baby is NOT his, that is critical point as well. Treason, madam trying to pass off baby as being of the body, fauxmegnancy, and no DNA matching Harry.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

October 22/2019 1500 hrs CST💜💜💜💜💜

Thank you dear PG! This is great….things are happening in the background….I too would love to know what PL will be! Much appreciated as usual…😊💜💜💜💜

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💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻PG APOLOGISES🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

💜💜💜I have to apologize, l after the submission, noted two clues were missed by me.

l have changed how l work on the riddles, in terms of where on my iPad. It has happened several times that l miss clues since that time.

MM ANON, l mostly apologize to you, l know you work so hard on your riddles.

Am l forgiven!???🥺

GSTQAOBC🇨🇦

PG, no need to apologize…we appreciate you and all the time and effort you put in…😊💜💜💜💜

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💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻FOR MM ANON FROM PG🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

MM Anon💜💜💜💜💜

MM ANON …… pg … no apologies never!!! You’re input as with others who give such a wealth of interpretations. Time for me to thank everyone for their esteemed efforts , my sincere and humble thanks. One last riddle ……… “ The pain in gain stays mainly on the wane.” (( difficult)) … but fun.

Eliza Doolittle

the rain in Spain stats mainly in the plains

MY FAIR LADY awe come on that was easy! Rex Harrison always my idea of an Englishman!

Seriously thank you for your kind words!

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GSTQAOBC🇨🇦

Thank you PG😊❤️❤️❤️

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95: oct 24

MM Anon I DONT KNOW WHY IT WAS ALL JUMBLED UP I HAVE REDONE IT

MM ANON …… 22 years,sex lies drugs and video tapes …… little boy lost (and found) …… LGs long rope …… 🎼don’t cry for me …… 🎼……… DVDelivery …… LGs records. …… 🎼”cold comfort for change”🎼MA……… “ No darling, 42 and counting “……… “ since 🎼don’t cry for me …… 🎼 before the gathering of unhappy people old thing”……… inadmissible but relevant …… “ a brilliant QC”……… “ a very thick brief📇⚖️“…… “as tight as a ducks@$$ under water’ ma’am”…… “one is reluctant you understand!

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

October 24/2019 0500 hrs CST

Sorry it’s submitted so late!

22 years,sex lies drugs and video tapes

Madam has a long, sordid past and present, her future is unknown, one can always pray for redemption. This clue is telling us of several decades of vulgarity, substance(s) use and abuse, pornographic videos etc etc etc. Some people somewhere have the videos. There has to be many many witnesses or people out there who have first hand knowledge either participating in or observing these behaviours. Thus far there has been no whistle blowers so to speak. That tells us a lot of money has been paid or threats made to silence people.

little boy lost (and found)

This has been the title of numerous tings, sculpture, film, novel and a poem by poem by William Blake in the 1700’s. I will focus on that. It is written by a Christian, he uses the metaphor of a young boy walking behind his father but loses his way, endings up all wet and muddy. Here we have little boy lost and found. This is of course our Harry. He was lost emotionally decades after he lost his mum. Lifestyle choices were not the best, shall leave it at that. He met madam on a booty call, here we are today. Harry has, l still believe! been working covertly for all the reasons l have stated reported in my interpretations. Hence the little boy, now a man has been giving his all to make up for his mistake(s) to his own physical peril. Weight loss, depression etc etc. He now has six weeks leave!

LGs long rope

LG has made a long game plan, every step of the way madam, thinking she’s getting her way, has fallen into every trap, the ultimate being the video interview with Tom Brady, Harry’s friend going way back! The old saying give a guy a rope and he will hang himself , metaphorically, like give an inch , she will take a mile. Give her bit of freedom and she ends up looking like an idiot. Well she truly has incriminated herself, the video was brilliant in capturing everything in HER OWN WORDS!

🎼don’t cry for me …… 🎼

Fantastic musical entitled Evita! Based on the life of Evita Peron . She was born Maria Eva Duarte’s in a small village in Argentina, in a very poor family. At young age she moved to Buenos Aires with big dreams of being famous actress. A year there she met her future husband at a charity event. Juan Peron became president in 1946 and she was First Lady until 1952, year she died. The Musial became very successful even became a film with Madonna. Anyhow we know madam spent time in Argentina as arranged by one of her uncles, working in some job at the embassy/ consulate. Those years are murky but she didn’t last long , she allegedly left suddenly with some guy. The irony of both women’s lives cannot be lost!

DVDelivery

DVD, we know recordings of sex exist. Who sent them and who received them? Who has copies. There are videos onlin, l won’t watch but some say yes, some say no regarding whose in them. I would think, LG has long long had possession of that and worse. We know the DM has a million dossier ready to go , ready BEFORE the day of unhappy people!

LGs records.

LG has the most distinguished record of service to HMTQ and country. I am certain he has kept a volume of data, in all forms of all the information he and his team and other agencies have collected. I am as certain of that as l am certain of anything.

🎼”cold comfort for change”🎼MA

MM ANON takes us again to Pink Floyd. I used to love! this song, Wish You Were Here, can be used with any loss, or at least l found it to be thus. Madam and MA have been an illicit pair for years and years. Just imagine what the two of them got up to together! Using SoHo, MA knows EVERYBODY,, He probably has dirt of EVERYBODY as well! These two, longing for each other’s company and their plans to outwit the backers or make that go rogue, marry baby etc etc. Their continued secret communications, thinking LG had no idea😂😂😂😂🤣. Oh they’re both in a world of hurt, missing their partner in crime, a common phrase but here think a literal meaning!!!

“ No darling, 42 and counting “…

There has long long long been speculation that madam is not and has never been truthful about her real age. MM ANON is telling us 42 and counting so what is her real exact age??? Old as her tongue and a little older than her teeth😂😂😂🤣🤣.

“ since 🎼don’t cry for me …… 🎼 before the gathering of unhappy people old thing”

I put these two clues together because MM ANON started and ended the quotation marks. The song Don’t Cry for Me Argentina is from the musical Evita. It was a film in 1996. Evita the stage version started as a rock musical in 1976, came to the West End in 1978, Andrew Lloyd Webber, the brilliant creator. Let’s do some math 2019 - 1976 mmmm what’s that give us 43! Madam is 43!!!! She was 42 at the gathering of unhappy people!!LIAR CRY FOUL, LEST BE A LIAR!!!

inadmissible but relevant

Evidence, has to be obtained legally or given voluntarily in order for it to be used in court. So what evidence exists that is relevant but inadmissible? Anything subjective, gut feeling, something told under duress, that sort of thing.

“ a brilliant QC”…

To those unfamiliar, in the U.K. and Canada the “Queen’s Counsel”, an honour given to a senior and distinguished barrister in recognition of an outstanding career during Queen Victoria’s reign. K.C. means King’s Counsel. K.C.

In Canada, the honourary title of Queen’s Counsel, or QC, is used to recognize Canadian lawyers for exceptional merit and contribution to the legal profession. These barristers or attorneys/lawyers are responsible for bringing legal cases to court for prosecution. They must need a brilliant one to process the litany of alleged crimes to be charged. I have absolutely no doubt there are many capable and they have alright had decisions made in this regard.

“ a very thick brief📇⚖️“…

A brief is a written legal document used in various legal adversarial systems that is presented to a court arguing why one party to a particular case should prevail. Upon a barrister devolves the duty of taking charge of a case when it comes into court, but all the preliminary work, such as the drawing up of the case, serving papers, marshalling evidence, etc., is performed by a solicitor. The delivery of a brief to counsel gives him authority to act for his client in all matters which the litigation involves.The brief was probably so called from its first being only a copy of the original writ. From wiki. So given the number and brevity of likely charges, one can only begin to imagine the amount of paperwork, evidence , briefs etc etc etc

“as tight as a ducks@$$ under water’ ma’am”

LG and HMTQ in conversation, he is reassuring her, the evidence with corresponding charges is wrapped up solid.Her reply follows below.

“one is reluctant you understand!

She is reluctant to give the official go ahead, with all the unknown reverberations that could occur across the country, the U.K. , the Commonwealth and the globe, especially in light of Brexit. She has so much on her shoulders. Let’s do remember HMTQ in our prayers.🙏🏻🙏🏻

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

October 24/2019 0605 C

This worked PG….thank you😊❤️❤️❤️

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💜RESUBMITTING THE RIGHT RIDDLE NOW💜

MM Anon

MM ANON …… six weeks in rehab🤫……… Invictus recovery …… loyally remembered …… unhook the Tender…… burned boats……political ambition …… nutmegs WH moment … sugar queen…… 🎼” When I was young it seemed that life …“🎼 …… The casting of the Runes……” EU-bloody-REKA old thing “…… safe inside WC…… “a strategic move to Winchester 📵”

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

October 24/2019

1130 hrs CST

six weeks in rehab🤫

Rehab on the dl as the kids used to say. Down low, secretly. The emoji is the shhhh emoji, so it’s information to be kept quiet. So is that what visits to L.A. are now? Rehab? Is it compelled rehab?? She truly does need help, l also think a full medical and psychiatric work-up/assessment would be prudent. A long history of paranoia, people medicate themselves when experiencing psychotic symptoms. Unsure when this will happen. Harry needs family rehab, medical care, therapist but most of all time away from madam, of any appearances with her. Time to recharge his personal batteries, get his mojo back, as MM ANON used the word mojo, the other day!😊

Invictus recovery

Invictus, Harry’s blood sweat and l am certain many tears were the impetus for him creating Invictus. Invictus from the Latin means undefeated or unconquered. It is the perfect word for describing the individuals who are veterans with visible or not visible post war trauma. The next a Invictus Games are you be held at The Hague, The Netherlands in May, 2020. Harry did a quick visit there while madam was having her fauxmegnancy. This organization has helped uncounted veterans and their families, through the games, the camaraderie etc. He has done extremely well and he should be very very proud of helping sooo many including himself!

… loyally remembered November 11/2019, the eleventh hour, the eleventh day of the eleventh month we all or should stop to remain those veterans and those fallen in battle for our freedoms. It is always a day that many attend services, the Royal family always do, they spread out and cover various places. Harry is Colonel-in-Chief of the Army Air Corps (AAC), and as HMTQ Personal Aide-de-Camp. He will be dressed in his dress uniform and likely attend several places. I think it might be especially poignant and painful this year due to the suicide of his close friend, who helped train him for the South Pole adventure, Jules Roberts.

unhook the Tender…

Unhook means to open or take/out down like curtain pins, or bra. Tender can mean gentle, Tender is also money, called legal tender. So who is taking down money and from where for what reason? Tender l just read can also be a battery or electrical charger. As l think now, this may be a right metaphor MM ANON has given. Unhook the tender, at any point you want a spark or a charge it’s ready and waiting! Voila, LG has all the evidence collected, case tight, all i‘S dotted and t’s crossed. Everything ship shape, nothing remotely left to chance, right down to MI6 watching over a Grandpa Tom in Mexico. Kids , it’s as close as it gets, hang on!

burned boats

Burned bridges can be literal actually burning a bridge but it can also mean damage or break your future options, connections,reputation, opportunities, by some act, particularly intentionally. Even if you fired from a job take care not to burn your bridges with unseemly comments on the way out, since you never know who you will meet again. Here we have burned boats, has madam lost any and all contacts in her yachting world, source of money. She very likely has, no one would be interested now, especially wealthy men, they don’t want the obvious scandal that would come if they were seen and perchance she be recognized. The obvious reason is her age, she , as my cousin who has a horse ranch would say, she been ridden hard and put away wet! You must rubdown a horse after riding. She’s aged and not well, her hobbies have really taken their toll.

political ambition

It has been rumoured for quite sometime that madam has political aspirations and even rumoured of her taking a run for the White House where the president of America has his office and home. All l can do is 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣

nutmegs WH moment

Madam met BO when he was President, she was the plus one guest of Ron Burkle , of SoHo. I wonder what on earth she had to do, to get that plus one invite!!!!🤢🤢🤢 Likely nothing she has not done numerous times before!

sugar queen…

Madams cult-like brainwashed ‘fans’ mostly younger and a certain demographic. They, l don’t know why, are called sugars. They worship her she is their queen, they fully believe she should be the next Queen. Since doing these riddles l have, sadly, learned of the ‘urban dictionary’, here is their definition,💜💜” A bisexual male that is stylish and easy to talk to to usually attractive and full of talent and advice 💜💜 A person who supports any and all activities (past, present, and future) done by the former z-list actress and current failure-as-a-royal and by several puns involving the name “Sussex.” Sugars owe their unfortunate allegiance to a number of factors, including (but not limited to) congenitally-low IQ, complete ignorance of etiquette and royal protocol, an excess of entitlement, self-esteem at a level warranted by godhood (with nothing to back it up), and the feeble defenses of “Jealousy!” and “Racist!” when challenged.💜💜 Actually, they are pretty much lower-rent clones of their low-rent diva goddess. I just can’t believe this sorry folks l am as shocked as you will be reading this!! The items between the Purple Hearts are from the urban dictionary!!They have actually MADE UP A WORD JUST FOR MADAM!

🎼” When I was young it seemed that life …“🎼

Life was just for fun… This song, All By Myself, has been covered/performed by many, my favourite being Celine Dion. The song talk about being young, casual sex, flings, and getting older. The entire premise of the song is someone who desperately does not want to be alone and grow old alone. This is our Harry. I won’t repeat his history, relationships, we all know all of it. Once madam is no longer in the picture, incarceration, moved whatever, he will begin the process of figuring out who he is after this experience. He will need a lot of time talking with a professional to help him, his pre-existing depression, PTSD compounded with the trauma of the last two years. He is young, healthy, has a big family who live him dearly. I have hope for him to find his love and have a real family of his own. Now l am going to hav this song in my head all day!

The casting of the Runes

Let’s educate ourselves on what Runes means. Wiki tells me it has several meanings, l am only familiar with it as stones. a letter of an ancient Germanic alphabet, related to the Roman alphabet. Wiki

a mark or letter of mysterious or magic significance.

small stones, pieces of bone, etc., bearing runes, and used as divinatory symbols Casting the Runes“ is a short story written by the English writer M.R. James The story briefly wiki Mr. Edward Dunning is a researcher for the British Museum. At the beginning of the story he has recently reviewed The Truth of Alchemy by a Mr. Karswell, an alchemist and occultist. Afterwards he begins seeing the name John Harrington displayed wherever he goes. He learns that Harrington also reviewed Karswell’s work and died in a freak accident not long after.

Harrington’s brother helps Dunning to discover that Karswell cursed both men by slipping them a piece of paper with some runes on it. They deduce that the curse, once cast, will cause the bearer to die in three months. They track down Karswell a day before the curse is set to kill Dunning and manage to return the runes to him. Karswell dies the next day, killed by a stone that fell from scaffolding around St. Wulfram’s Church in Abbeville.

I couldn’t shorten it and do it justice. So basically madam has cast the runes, a horrible spell on Harry, he has suffered under it through it and his family has been exerting every possible intervention to help him, gather intel and evidence of alleged crimes. There will be justice, it is coming. JUSTICE IS COMING RACHEL!! TICK TOCK 🕰

” EU-bloody-REKA old thing “…

Eureka is what the miners used to shout when they struck gold, oil, diamonds etc. Here MM ANON has written EU-bloody-REKA old thing. They are talking about Brexit and what the nation has been going through ever since the votes came in. Lots is still unknown and everyone is on edge, to put it mildly.

safe inside WC

Safe has at least two meaning, one is to be kept from harm, contented or a metal device or strong box that holds valuables, jewels cash, papers, wills, bonds etc etc. I am certain there is a safe in Windsor Castle ie WC. HMTQ is also safe at WC, there are plenty of RPO’S to protect her from anything and everything. I am very interested in what is the topic MM ANON is sharing with us. What’s in the safe?? Photos, dvd(s), recordings, on and on! Something of importance that’s for certain!

“a strategic move to Winchester 📵”

The emoji indicates blockage of cell phone/mobile device usage. Two places l know of for certain hospitals and prisons. The city of Winchester has both, and they are right across the street from each other. Clever eh? Rehab in one, no outside communication, alone with her thoughts, no hobbies no cope, it’s going to be a personal hell to detox. I’ve seen it many times, it’s horrible. Strategic in terms of containing for personal safety, not harm self, no contact with others, no news or what’s happening in the world etc etc. GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦 October 24/2019 1315 hrs CST

Thank you dear PG😊💜💜💜

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Hub Fans Bid Summer Welcome

Summer is inevitable.

It does not care if we are ready for it. The progression of time measured in hours, days, weeks, and months or other markers leads to its arrival.

And here it is, bright and hot.

Every year I find that its presence is felt a bit more acutely.

When I woke up on my trip across the country 25 years ago, I always wondered what each summer day would bring. There was so much to do, so many new sidewalks, and the hope of new conversations.

I still feel that excitement, even if it does take me a bit longer to get up, aided by the promise of coffee to help shake things loose.

In that spirit of shared urban experiences, I recently asked a few Boston friends to tell me about what they like to do in the summer.

Their words inspire me as my own work continues this summer on my book.

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Stroll on the Greenway - Running between Chinatown and the North End the Greenway includes lots of fun spots in between. Take in the changing plantings, what’s blooming, what’s about to. Find your new favorite art. Watch the clever birds flocking in the trees around this “Harbor Fog” sculpture. They‘ve figured out the cool fog is motion-activated. On hot days, they await the next walkers and then swoop down through the cool mist.

At the North End, grab lunch at the Boston Public Market (buck a shuck or lobster rolls at Red’s Best, Ramen at Noodle Lab two faves) and eat in or picnic in the park.

Speaking of the North End, grab a sandwich at Monica’s on Salem St and maybe even a split of wine along the way for an impromptu picnic. Don’t forget the best cannoli from Maria’s.

At the other end, Chinatown holds many delicious treats, too. Relax in the garden, and take a photo safari capturing the iconic images like the paifang or gate, the fountain, the roast ducks hanging in the windows, or numerous murals. (If you want to learn more and taste more, come join me on a Chinatown Tour!)

Harbor Walk is the bright point in the Seaport development boom. Enjoy the fire pit while watching the sailboats on the harbor.

The ICA has a beautiful view, and built in steps. Summer Thursdays it’s the place to be for free music concerts.

https://www.icaboston.org/calendar/harborwalk-sounds

Taking a walk along the Charles or in the Public Garden. Bring your phone or camera and snap some IG ready or postcard shots. Check the fountain commemorating the advent of ether. Imagine the early days of surgery? Yikes.

It’s a beautiful fountain and a nice corner of the park. (Arlington and Marlborough, in case you did not know)

Admission is free to the BPL and the BPL offers discounted and free passes to many museums in the city (plan ahead). The Gardner is free on some days and many discounts apply (is your name Isabella? You get in free! Is it your birthday? Free!) check both sites for more details.

Jacqueline Church, is the founder of Boston Chinatown Tours. She can be found Between Dumplings, strolling the Greenway, the harbor walk, or otherwise eating and drinking her way around the city.

A concert by the Landmarks Orchestra on a Wednesday evening at the Hatch Shell on the Charles River Esplanade in July or August. These free concerts are a great treasure in our city and they are an excellent way to spend an evening. It is beautiful to watch the sun go down over the Charles River as well while listening to some excellent music.

Another great summer activity is the Dewey Square Thursday evening block parties on the Greenway. Admission is free and the beer and wine is cheap and the setting is energetic.

It's a nice way to end the day or start the night.

Adam Castiglioni is a Boston hospitality expert.

You can buy snacks aboard the Harbor Islands ferries, but that’s a rookie move.

Varsity level is this: stop for your favorite bagel along the way, arrive at Long Wharf early enough to snag a copy of Spare Change News and lounge in one of the Adirondack chairs inexplicably placed seaside.

The bagel is for once you’re on the boat, watching the skyline shrink as you approach Spectacle Island. But it never goes away.

There’s plenty to see on the island - the sea glass, the nature trails - but the city’s most peaceful summer moment is to be found laying afloat in the harbor, partially submerged, watching that skyline and heading only waves, feeling both relaxed and energized, linked to both the modern city and the timeless ocean, at once a part of the city and refreshingly apart from it.

Katie Lannan reports on Massachusetts political matters for Statehouse News.

My grandfather used to say that South Boston was the city’s best kept secret. The neighborhood is surrounded by Boston Harbor, we are close to downtown, and it’s rich in history, making it one of the best neighborhoods around.

Taking a walk on Day Boulevard along the beaches is a simple summer joy. Start at Carson Beach and walk your way along the beach line all the way out to Castle Island. I always plan to stop at Sullivan’s for some fried clams or an ice cream.

On Thursday evenings in the summer you can enjoy a sunset tour of Fort Independence. Free tours are also available on Saturdays and Sundays from 12pm-3pm. Another Southie summer bucket list item for me is to to head to Coppersmith’s Airdeck.

This gorgeous spot has a view of the city skyline, tasty food, and pitchers of red and white Sangria served via a vintage Airstream trailer-turned-full service bar. It’s a bit of heaven right here in Southie.

Maureen Dahill is the publisher of Caught in Southie and a South Boston resident.

The best place in Boston for families to be in the summer is Castle Island. It seems like everyone in the city knows this fact already: The cars routinely back up all the way to the Farragut statue on a nice weekend day.

What’s the appeal?

Well, there’s the inexpensive food at the Sully’s snack stand, for one. My go-to choice is the baked haddock. Not quite Legal Sea Foods, but better than most restaurants in Southie, and half the price.

There’s no better vantage point in the city to watch the various jets and boats come in and out of Boston’s port. Every foot of the 2-plus mile loop around Pleasure Bay offers great views for cyclists, runners and walkers. (The grilling/picnic area is also unlike any other in the city – it’s why so many parties get held there.) The causeway barriers help ensure deep enough water for swimming, even if the tide is low. If you’re lucky, you’ll find hermit crabs hanging out just below the surface.

And this is all in the shadow of a 19th century granite fort. (If you time it right, you can get a free tour of the spooky corridors behind those walls.) Getting there can be challenging, given the traffic. Best to park by the statue on or near Farragut Road and walk the boardwalk to the island. (Several Southie bus lines also swing down Farragut). Or show up later in the day, as sun-weary visitors make their departures, opening up parking spots.

Jon Chesto is a business reporter at the Boston Globe.

Boston and I first met on an idyllic family trip, many summers ago.

We sank into the sunny days, savoring the luxury of a week away from work and school and predictable pursuits. Adventure, please!

We hiked the Big Dig-era Freedom Trail, toured museums, marveled at the Aquarium. The city skyline, a silver streak rising from the sea, dazzled without being showy. The red cobblestones and black lanterns of Beacon Hill held magic, like an old stage set we’d stumbled across from another century.

Tired but ready to keep going, we refueled with fresh ice cream on Newbury Street, a jaunt through the long-lost fairy-and-griffin shop, and an afternoon race through the Coop’s tall fortress of books. There were fried clam rolls loaded high and quiet, calmer moments in Old North Church. For a week, it seemed like early American history held still enough for us to see it. Click!

Every year, as the swan boats begin their stately circuit in the Public Garden, I smile over that summer. For, a little lighter after the students’ exodus, Boston still has many charms.

Take the newly renovated central Public Library, which opened in 1895 as “a palace for the people.” Sun-dappled pockets of shade set off the courtyard, a favorite reading nook. Murals by John Singer Sargent, Puvis de Chavannes, and Edwin Austin Abbey share real estate with shifting art exhibits, live concerts, miles of manuscripts, and plenty of books.

Walk through worlds at the Norman B. Leventhal Map Center. Page through President John Adams’ personal library. Dig into transcribing anti-slavery archives. A lunch hour spent in the Boston Public Library, lost between the lions, can make your summer sing.

Sara Georgini is a historian at the Massachusetts Historical Society and series editor of the papers of John Adams.

Here are my thoughts on a good (possibly great) summer day in Boston.

For me, a good start to a summer day in Boston would be to get an egg & pepper omelette on a bulky roll from Sammy Carlo’s on Bennington Street in East Boston. Steve Schire and his family have owned the business for decades and it reminds me of the morning bustle I’ve found in other locales, including Chicago’s Valois (Cafeteria) and the long-gone Tio’s in Seattle.

Take that sandwich over to Constitution Beach and watch the planes take off from Logan Airport. Go stand on the pedestrian bridge over the Blue Line and think about “Where are they all going?”

After a time, you might say “Where I am going?”

Jump on the Blue Line at Orient Heights and take the train inbound to the Aquarium. You’ll pass under water, but you won’t get wet, which is always a treat. Up, up, up and away to the Long Wharf, which used to be much, much longer, but times change.

For a few bucks, you can get on the passenger ferry here to Charlestown and the shipyard where the USS Constitution resides. It’s the cheapest way to get on the water, short of jumping into Boston Harbor, which quite frankly, sure it’s clean these days, but yeah, no thanks.

The 15 minute ride lets you see the vertical expansion of East Boston writ large in upscale residences and a range of pleasure craft bobbing along. You can spend a few hours wandering above the shipyard, up and down and around Old Ironsides and around Dry Dock Number 2, which is just as good as Dry Dock Number 1 and do not left anyone tell you differently.

Even if you have been here before, you’ve never been here with the teeming throngs you’ll find that day, and if you listen closely, you’ll hear a new set of reactions to Boston, cities, and tourist locales that you’ve never heard before. People make stories about places through the stories they tell. And when we listen to those stories that they tell we have new stories.

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'The Crown:' What to expect in Season 3

If you're a fan of Netflix's The Crown, you've already binged your way through Season 2's ten episodes and are hungry for more. Queen Elizabeth

Long before casting Colman, series creator Peter Morgan insinuated that casting an older actress as Elizabeth would bring a new perspective to the character. “What’s so beautiful about Claire is her youth,” he told Variety ahead of the first season. “You can’t ask someone to act middle-aged. Someone has to bring their own fatigue to it. The feelings we all have as 50-year-olds are different than the feelings we all have as 30-year-olds. That informs everything we do.”

Colman—who previously played Elizabeth’s mother, the Queen Mum, in 2012’s Hyde Park on Hudson—has said that she’s already spoken to Foy, who has given her some advice. “She said I’ll have a lovely time, everyone on it is amazing; the voice coaching is impeccable,” Colman told the BBC. “They were all amazing, so I’m just full of fear because you don’t want to be the one who screws it up. She’s lovely and she said I can call her anytime . . . I’m basically going to re-watch every episode and copy her.”

The Time Frame

The Crown will pick up in the 1970s, according to two production members. Producer Suzanne Mackie confirmed as much over the weekend, revealing that audiences “start meeting Camilla Parker Bowles in Season 3.” Charles met Parker Bowles, then Camilla Shand, at a polo match in 1971 and dated her until leaving for the Royal Navy in 1973.

The Crown’s history consultant, Robert Lacey, confirmed the timeline in a separate interview. “We’re now writing Season 3. And in Season 3, without giving anything away—it’s on the record, it’s history—we’ll see the breakup of this extraordinary marriage between Margaret and Snowdon,” he told Town & Country,referencing Princess Margaret and Lord Snowdon’s 1976 separation and 1978 divorce. “This season, you see how it starts, and what a strange character, a brilliant character Snowdon was.”

The first season chronicled eight years, while the second season spanned seven, suggesting that the third could possibly span from about 1971 to 1979. According to Variety, “early production” on the third season was underway in October. It is unclear whether The Crown will be able to fast-track the season in time for another December season debut in 2018.

Margaret Drama

Series M.V.P. Princess Margaret will continue to deliver during this particularly juicy period of her personal history. Though both Margaret and Lord Snowdon, who married in 1960, were rumored to have had affairs during the first 10 years of their marriage, the royal marriage is said to have really begun crumbling in 1973, when Margaret, then 43, met and fell for Roddy Llewellyn, the 25-year-old son of Olympic gold medal-winning show jumper Sir Harry Llewellyn.

A snapshot of the relationship, and the state of Margaret’s marriage at the time, per The Telegraph:

So well did they get on, the princess invited [Llewellyn] to be her guest at Les Jolies Eaux, her home on Mustique. But during their first year the relationship proved too much for Llewellyn, who went off traveling in an attempt to “find himself.” The princess was distressed. Her husband was by now in a relationship with his assistant, Lucy Lindsay Hogg, who was to become his second wife. She had asked him to move out, but he had not. Now her young lover had disappeared. At the height of her distress, and unable to sleep, she took a handful of Mogadon tablets and anxious staff found they were unable to wake her. Friends have always denied that it was an attempt at suicide. She would later explain: “I was so exhausted because of everything that all I wanted to do was sleep . . . and I did, right through to the following afternoon.”

Alas, when Margaret and Llewellyn reunited, she was a little too lax with her beau. In February 1976, a tabloid published a photo of the still-married Margaret and the much younger Llewellyn in swimsuits on Mustique—causing a truly royal scandal. The photo also drove Snowdon, a serial philanderer himself, to his breaking point. When an aide alerted Margaret by phone of Snowdon’s willingness to officially divorce, the princess is said to have responded, “Thank you, Nigel. I think that’s the best news you’ve ever given me.”

Actress Vanessa Kirby, who currently plays Margaret, told media outlets that she is heartsick she can’t play the royal through this period of her life: “I was so desperate to do further on . . . because it’s going to be so fun [to enact] when their marriage starts to break down. You see the beginnings of that in Episode 10. I kept saying to [series creator Peter Morgan], ‘Can’t you put in an episode where Margaret and Tony have a big row, and she throws a plate at his head?’ I’m so envious of the actress who gets to do it.”

Prince Philip

Matt Smith, who currently plays Philip, gave Seth Meyers a clue about the actor who will succeed him. “I don’t want to speculate too much, but . . . he’s brilliant, if it’s the person I think it might be,” Smith said. “And he’s incredibly handsome as well. I’ve morphed into someone far better-looking than I.”

Potential Story Lines from the 70s

The 70s are remembered for being particularly grim for England—economic decline, picket lines, and because of the 1972 miners’ strike, a power crisis resulting in a state of emergency. Per the BBC, “In many ways [the decade] marked a reckoning for a country that had been too complacent for too long, basking in the sunshine of post-war affluence, and indifferent to the fact that our foreign competitors had not only caught up with us—they were leaving us behind.”

By the end of the decade, Queen Elizabeth was particularly worried about the crown’s seeming lack of significance to Canada. During a visit to Buckingham Palace in 1977, the controversial Canadian Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau, in an infamous story retold by the Global News, “was walking behind the Queen en route to dinner when he executed a pirouette, apparently an expression of disdain for the pomp and circumstance of the monarchy.”

In 1979, a former curator of the Queen’s art collection was unmasked as a Soviet spy. The same year, Philip’s uncle Lord Mountbatten was assassinated by the Provisional Irish Republican Army.

In family news, the former King Edward VIII, the Duke of Windsor, died in 1972. The Duchess of Windsor, better remembered as Wallis Simpson, who was not entirely welcomed by the royal family when she lured her husband off the throne, stayed at Buckingham Palace ahead of the duke’s funeral—a visit which we pray will be chronicled in The Crown’s next season.

But there were happy times that will make for incredible television too, like the 1973 wedding of Elizabeth’s daughter, Princess Anne. In 1976, Elizabeth opened the Montreal Olympics, and, in 1977, she celebrated her Silver Jubilee with festivities marking her 25-year reign. In 1979, Margaret Thatcher became Britain’s first woman prime minister—a milestone which seems perfectly suited for a season finale.

Prince Charles

From 1971 to 1976, Charles served in the Royal Navy and took his great-uncle Lord Mountbatten’s well-documented advice to “sow his wild oats and have as many affairs as he can before settling down.” In 1975, Charles gave an interview stating, “I’ve fallen in love with all sorts of girls, and I fully intend to go on doing so.”

He met his future wife Camilla in 1971 at a polo match in Windsor, where she reminded the prince of the affair between her ancestor, Alice Keppel, and his, King Edward VII. “My great-grandmother and your great-great-grandfather were lovers,” she joked. “So how about it?” In 1973, while Charles was in the navy, Camilla accepted a marriage proposal from Andrew Parker Bowles.

Princess Diana

When media outlets spoke to Peter Morgan this summer, the series creator said that he still hadn’t sorted out the Princess Diana story line.

“The Diana stuff . . . I haven’t figured out what I’m going to do with her if I ever get that far,” Morgan admitted. ��I’ve mapped out what might be a third season. If she were to be introduced, it’d probably have to wait until the fourth.”

It is worth noting, however, that Charles first met Diana in 1977 when he visited her family’s home for a pheasant shoot. Diana was just 16, and Charles was dating her older sister Lady Sarah at the time—so maybe there is the possibility of a cameo.

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HRH Prince William: BY ALASTAIR CAMPBELL

For years, Prince William found himself in a state of shock, unable to deal with the tragic death of his mother Princess Diana. As the nation wept that summer in 1997, in private William couldn’t allow himself to grieve. Quite simply, aged 15, he locked his emotions away, burying them beneath routine and a most dutiful, demanding public life. Until now. Recently, William has started talking about his loss, opening up and admitting his struggle and its effects - now he is passionately calling for all men to follow his example through his mental health campaign, Heads Together. In what is undoubtedly the most candid interview he has ever given, the 34-year-old future King talks exclusively to GQ about his mother’s death, his relationship with the media, his work, his family and how he is determined to lead by example. Oh, that my mother was alive to see me now, walking into Kensington Palace on a sunny spring day, to take tea with the future King William. Born in the same year as the Queen, 1926, and given the same Christian name, Elizabeth, my mother “Betty” was a fervent monarchist; indeed one of my earliest political memories is of the row provoked when, about half a century ago, I refused to listen to the Queen’s Christmas Day message. She and I also used to argue about Prince William’s parents as the disintegration of their marriage provoked a bitter propaganda war between them and their supporters. Once I got to know Princess Diana, in a series of extraordinary meetings (see my diaries, volume one) before Labour won power in 1997, despite the nasty columns I used to write about her as a journalist, I became something of a fan. I was smitten indeed, and so took her side in the Charles-Diana rows taking place in homes up and down the country. My mother was more for Charles, seeing as how he was going to be the next king. It is not a conversion from republicanism that has sparked this meeting with the Prince - though “President Trump” would challenge anyone’s faith in an elected head of state - but a common cause, namely the desire to eradicate the stigma and taboo surrounding mental illness. Prince William, his wife Catherine and his brother Harry, have chosen mental health as their main cause, and their Heads Together campaign has been successfully promoting the importance of being as open about our mental health as we are about our physical health. When they started off down this path, the republican in me was annoyed they could get so much traction for anything they did; but the Time To Change mental health campaigner was overjoyed. They have overseen the making of a series of short films showing the importance of talking about mental health problems rather than bottling them up. To my surprise, I was asked to take part in a film, talking with my partner Fiona about how my mental health troubles impact on us. Then, even more surprisingly, given how few extended interviews he gives, he agreed to be interviewed for GQ. I had met him a few times, on the British and Irish Lions rugby tour of New Zealand in 2005, for example, and more recently at a dinner where I asked him whether he would follow the lead of his grandmother when he became king, by never giving an interview as monarch. Here, I was keen to test two things in particular. One was whether his commitment to this cause was real and whether he had a proper understanding of the issues. You can make up your own mind on that, but after an hour and a half at the palace, mine was made up in his favour. Secondly, I wanted to see how close to the public persona the more private man in his own habitat might be. Would he speak with the same stilted style that seems to characterise his public speaking? He didn’t. Would he have a sense of humour? He did. Would he stand on ceremony? He didn’t. Was there any real passion behind the shy exterior? There was. Indeed, were she still here, I would have called my mum and told her, “Good news - I liked him.”

What son doesn’t miss his mother when she’s gone? As you shall see, almost 20 years on from that car crash in Paris, Prince William clearly misses Princess Diana intensely, saying it is only now he feels able properly to talk about her death, the extraordinary week that followed it, and the enormous impact it had on him and his brother. He doesn’t believe she had mental health problems, and nor does he think that he does. But the trauma he suffered losing her so young, and in such awful circumstances, partly explains why he is determined to get the nation talking more about our emotions, not least because, in life and death, his mother changed the way we express them.

AC: So what’s a nice future king like you doing with an old leftie republican like me?

PW: That’s a very good question Alastair [laughs]. To be honest, I really don’t care where people come from, I like meeting and talking to people from all backgrounds. And this is a good opportunity to talk about something that is very close to your heart, and very close to mine.

AC: And why is mental health so close to yours?

PW: Practically everything in my charitable life, in the end, is to do with mental health, whether it be homelessness, veterans’ welfare, my wife and the work she is doing on addiction; so much of what we do comes back to mental health. Also, if I think about my current job as a helicopter pilot with the air ambulance service in East Anglia, my first job there was a suicide and it really affected me. I have been to a number of suicides, self harms, overdoses.

AC: In what way did it affect you?

PW: Not just the person who lost their life, but the people they leave behind. One of the stats I was given was that, just in the area we cover in the east of England - my base is in Cambridge - there are five attempted suicides every day. Yet suicide is still not talked about. So people have the pain of loss, but also the stigma and taboo means they are sometimes ashamed even to talk about how a lover, a partner, a brother, a sister, a best friend, how they died. That stat - five attempted suicides in the East Anglia region alone - it blew my mind, I thought, “Oh my God, this is such a big issue.”

AC: I am a patron of the Maytree suicide sanctuary in north London, and you and your wife made a private visit there. What impact did that have?

PW: The thing that made an impression on me, it wasn’t just the feelings of the people, the pain they were going through and the care for them, it was that this is the only place of its kind in the UK. It may be the only one in the whole of Europe, and I thought, this is terrifying, it really is, there should be more places like this, where people can go when they’re desperate. I have spoken to suicide groups and having been through personal grief myself, I had an inkling of what to expect, but it was all so raw. When someone does end their own life, [there are] so many questions, people feeling guilty, why didn’t we see it, why didn’t we do more, and all surrounded by this massive taboo. I found it eye opening, so revealing as to what goes on in people’s minds.

AC: When you land in your air ambulance and you get out, what on earth do they say when they see you?

PW: We are only likely to be there if people are in deep trauma or unconscious.

AC: But the other people there?

PW: We are often the first on the scene. Also, I do hang back a little. We land, we secure the scene, I will be sorting the comms for the next flight, and then I might be running around helping with equipment and so on.

AC: Nobody ever has to explain, say, “Sorry, don’t worry about him”?

PW: Most people seem to guess, but I do keep as far back as I can and let the team do what they have to do. I maybe carry the stretcher, carry the kit, sort the comms for the next leg. It is all very fast paced.

AC: Why do the three of you work together on Heads Together?

PW: It is a bit of an experiment really. The Royal Family has not normally done this, three members of the family pulling together to focus on one thing. Normally things are quite disjointed, we follow our own interests and see where it goes, but we thought, well, if we tied it together and had a focused approach, how would that work? We wanted to see the impact we could have.

AC: You must get bombarded with approaches and requests? How do you decide what causes and events to support? Do you try to be strategic about it?

PW: Focused rather than strategic, I would say. When I settle on something, I want to dig deep, I want to understand what I am involved in, I want to understand the complexities of all the issues and, above all, I want to make an impact.

AC: Do you not get frustrated, though? Of course, there are advantages to your position but there are limitations too, because you cannot stray into politics. So you can’t do what I do and bang the drum for more resources and more action from government. Is that not really frustrating?

PW: It can be frustrating at times. I watch the political world, I am interested in it, at times I feel there are things going on I could really help with, but you have to understand where you sit and what the limits are; and with regard to what we do in our charity work, I like to think you can do just as much good but in a different direction.

AC: It’s great you guys are getting involved in mental health. Generally, my worry, though, is there is a danger that making improvements on stigma and taboos is seen as a substitute for services, not an accompaniment. Presumably you saying something like that goes beyond acceptable limits?

PW: No, not at all. I can say that. If I attack government policy, no, I can’t, but I can certainly make that kind of point. What we can do is convene, bring people together, organise private meetings, get experts in one room who might otherwise not always meet, they tend not to refuse an invitation, and we can thrash things out.

AC: Is it very much Harry on veterans, Kate on addiction and young women, you on men in general?

PW: A little bit. Harry has the Invictus Games and focuses a lot on veterans. But we are not stuck in our boxes. We are all three of us trying to understand the tentacles of mental health, which go everywhere. I do think if you are focused about general aims you can have a much greater impact. So we do try to stay focused, not splurge around.

AC: Are you in the mental health space for the long haul?

PW: Medium to long term, definitely. What we would love to do is smash the taboo. Getting the London Marathon as the mental health marathon, that was a big thing, and I hope we are reaching a tipping point. But it is a bit like wading through treacle. It is tough. We are now looking at a legacy programme. We are not going to rush, and the mental health sector has to believe in what we might propose, so we are getting expert opinion and then we will pick and choose and decide what we do.

AC: Why don’t you do the London Marathon yourself?

PW: I would love to, but from the policing point of view, they tested it and they were like, “What?” I am keen to do a marathon but it won’t be London.

AC: What about getting a treadmill in here and doing it while everyone else is pounding the streets?

PW: It would be so boring.

AC: Be great television.

PW: I think I would have mental health issues if I was just staring at that wall. I do want to do it though - and the training. In the military we did plenty of similar things to marathons, like yomping over the Brecon Beacons with a ton of kit on your back. I am just pleased we got London as the mental health marathon.

AC: Do you have specific goals and outcomes for the campaign?

PW: Smashing the taboo is our biggest aim. We can’t go anywhere much until that’s done. People can’t access services till they feel less ashamed, so we must tackle the taboo, the stigma, for goodness sake, this is the 21st century. I’ve been really shocked how many people live in fear and in silence because of mental illness. I just don’t understand it. I know I come across as quite reserved and shy, I don’t always have my emotions brewing, but behind closed doors I think about the issues, I get very passionate about things. I rely on people around me for opinions, and I am a great believer in communication on these issues. I cannot understand how families, even behind closed doors, still find it so hard to talk about it. I am shocked we are so worried about saying anything about the true feelings we have. Because mental illness is inside our heads, invisible, it means others tread so carefully, and people don’t know what to say, whereas if you have a broken leg in plaster, everyone knows what to say.

AC: This is my vested interest speaking here, but what with the marathon and the other things, do you think you might stay in this mental health space for good?

PW: We want to see what impact we can have.

AC: You are making an impact now.

PW: I feel we’re going in the right direction, but not making as much impact as we would like. You know what it is like, you want to get there, grapple with all the issues, get there quickly, make the change that is needed.

AC: But in your position, can you do that?

PW: You can, but you have to do it carefully. Maybe we do make change but the way we do it is slower. We get the benefits of more publicity for the things we do.

AC: I do remember when your father’s letters used to come into Number Ten. Will you go down that route, with his very frank letters to ministers?

PW: [Laughs.] Could you read them?

AC: It wasn’t the handwriting that was the problem.

PW: I have written to ministers but purely to point them towards people I think they should see. So a charity might ask me if I can help with someone and I can help get them access to the people in government.

AC: So you don’t lobby but you introduce?

PW: There are issues I am interested in and I am happy to connect people to ministers.

AC: But you’re perhaps not as robust as your father?

PW: My father has always come at this from a depth of knowledge and a desire to help. He only gets involved in anything when he has those two things: knowledge matched to a desire to help. He genuinely cares. We can argue till the cows come home about whether what he says is right or wrong, but he lives this stuff every day, goes into minute detail, wants to help inform opinion and provide knowledge. I would love to know what the public really think, whether they feel shocked or pleased he gets involved. He has done this for a long, long time, and I think he has used his role really well to raise a lot of questions that people need to ask.

AC: So what might this mental health legacy be?

PW: One idea is getting mental health first aiders in schools. Teachers are under such pressure, they face so many challenges every day. They cannot be expected to be mental health counsellors as well, so we thought there must be a way of having mental health first aiders who can be attached to one or two schools.

AC: Is that something you would promote or fund?

PW: That is what we need to work out. It is a bit of a challenge, but we have a whole range of ideas we are looking at.

AC: Now, tell me about the idea of the films - and thank you for asking me to do one.

PW: Thank for you doing it. I watched it this morning.

AC: What was the purpose of them?

PW: This was predominantly about the importance of the conversation. The point we wanted to get over was that, often, talking is the best thing you can do - it can start the whole process of recovery. For a lot of people things brew up, particularly men maybe, they don’t want to talk about problems.

AC: When you were growing up, when you were still at school, did you feel you were surrounded by people who couldn’t talk about feelings?

PW: Yes, I think so, but I do think a generational shift has gone on. If I look at my parents’ generation, there was a lot more stiff upper lip going on. Don’t get me wrong, there is a time and a place for the stiff upper lip, and, for those of us in public life, times when you have to maintain it, but behind closed doors, in normal everyday life, we have to be more open and upfront with our feelings and emotions. Mental health in the workplace is a huge issue, and a sensitive area, and leadership is important here. When you see people in high-powered jobs in the City and big corporations who got there despite their mental health problems, that is a huge success story and it shouldn’t be seen as anything else.

AC: Or maybe people get there because of their mental health problems too.

PW: Absolutely.

AC: I feel I owe mine quite a lot.

PW: Absolutely, but what is really important here is that we are normalising mental health, so if a CEO comes out and says, “I went through this, I got through these dark times,” that is amazing, it normalises, it has an impact then in that organisation and beyond. But without that kind of thing, people tend to make excuses, avoid talking about issues that may be affecting them, pretend everything is fine.

AC: So as an employer, if one of your staff came and saw you and said, “I am really struggling,” do you think you would deal with that properly?

PW: Definitely. I am not pretending I am an amazing counsellor, or a specialist, I’m not, but I would take it seriously and if they needed help I would find it for them.

AC: Now, on the stiff upper lip, I can see why there may be a place for that. But listen… my mother died when I was 56, she had a full life, died quickly, relatively painlessly, but it was very upsetting. I am not sure I could have walked behind her coffin with millions of people around the world looking at me, without crying.

PW: No.

AC: So how hard was that?

PW: It was one of the hardest things I have ever done. But if I had been in floods of tears the entire way round how would that have looked?

AC: How can you not be in floods of tears if you feel like being in floods of tears?

PW: In the situation I was in, it was self-preservation. I didn’t feel comfortable anyway, having that massive outpouring of emotion around me. I am a very private person, and it was not easy. There was a lot of noise, a lot of crying, a lot of wailing, people were throwing stuff, people were fainting.

AC: As you were walking?

PW: Yes. It was a very unusual experience. It was something I don’t think anyone could have predicted. Looking back, the outpouring of grief and emotion was very touching but it was very odd to be in that situation.

AC: When you were up at Balmoral through the week, were you conscious of how big it all was down here in London?

PW: No, not at all. All I cared about was that I had lost my mum.

AC: So you were protected from everything happening on the Mall?

PW: Yes. I was 15, Harry almost 13, and the overwhelming thing was we had lost our mother.

AC: So when you came back, and you saw how big the reaction was?

PW: I didn’t take it in. I still didn’t realise what was going on, really.

AC: Did you grieve?

PW: That is a very good question. [Pause.] Probably not properly. I was in a state of shock for many years.

AC: Years?

PW: Yes, absolutely. People might find that weird, or think of shock as something that is there, it hits you, then in an hour or two, maybe a day or two, you are over it. Not when it is this big a deal; when you lose something so significant in your life, so central, I think the shock lasts for many years.

AC: My favourite soundbite of the Blair era was not from him, but your grandmother after 9/11, when she said, “Grief is the price we pay for love.”

PW: Yes, absolutely.

AC: But for you to say you felt you were in shock for years - how much harder is it when you are having to grieve or try to grieve with this extraordinary level of global scrutiny, and the endless ridiculous fascination in every detail of your and your mother’s lives.

PW: It does make it more difficult. It doesn’t make you less human. You’re the same person, it is a part of the job to have the interest. The thing is, you can’t bring all your baggage everywhere you go. You have to project the strength of the United Kingdom - that sounds ridiculous, but we have to do that. You can’t just be carrying baggage and throwing it out there and putting it on display everywhere you go. My mother did put herself right out there and that is why people were so touched by her. But I am determined to protect myself and the children, and that means preserving something for ourselves. I think I have a more developed sense of self-preservation.

AC: Yet the Heads Together campaign is all about saying we should talk, be more open about our emotions, out with the stiff upper lip, in with more talking.

PW: Absolutely.

AC: So is it different for you?

PW: Well, I am in the role I am in. But if I had mental health issues I would happily talk about them. I think the closest I got was the trauma I suffered when I lost my mother, the scale of the grief, and I still haven’t necessarily dealt with that grief as well as I could have done over the years.

AC: Who do you talk to?

PW: Family, friends, I talk to those around me who I trust.

AC: But it can’t be easy in your position to find people you can trust totally.

PW: It is hard. But I have always believed in being very open and honest. One of the few strengths I might have is I am good at reading people, and I can usually tell if someone is just being nice because of who I am, and saying stuff for the wrong reasons.

AC: Have you ever talked to people other than friends and family about your feelings?

PW: No I have not talked to a specialist or anyone clinical, but I have friends who are good listeners, and, on grief, I find talking about my mother and keeping her memory alive very important. I find it therapeutic to talk about her, and to talk about how I feel.

AC: So we are coming up to the 20th anniversary of her death. Are you looking forward to that? Or are you dreading it?

PW: I am not looking forward to it, no, but I am in a better place about it than I have been for a long time, where I can talk about her more openly, talk about her more honestly, and I can remember her better, and publicly talk about her better. It has taken me almost 20 years to get to that stage. I still find it difficult now because at the time it was so raw. And also it is not like most people’s grief, because everyone else knows about it, everyone knows the story, everyone knows her. It is a different situation for most people who lose someone they love, it can be hidden away or they can choose if they want to share their story. I don’t have that choice really. Everyone has seen it all.

AC: The first time I met your mother, in 1994, she said, “Why did you write those horrible things about me when you were a journalist?” I said, “My God, I can’t believe you read that stuff.” But she did. I was shocked that she had read it and also remembered it, it was years earlier. It made me think at the time that some people reach a certain level of fame at which media and public cease to see them as human beings. Do you think that is what happened to her, and do you think it has ever happened to you?

PW: Not with me, no. I think with her it was a unique case. The media issue with my mother was probably the worst any public figure has had to deal with.

AC: What? The intrusion, the harassment?

PW: Yes, but more the complete salacious appetite for anything, anything at all about her, even if there was no truth in it, none whatsoever.

AC: So you don’t have any sympathy with the argument that she cultivated her own friends in the media and fed the whole thing?

PW: I have been exploring this. Remember, I was young at the time. I didn’t know what was going on. I know some games and shenanigans were played, but she was isolated, she was lonely, things within her own life got very difficult and she found it very hard to get her side of the story across. I think she was possibly a bit naive and ended up playing into the hands of some very bad people.

AC: Media people?

PW: Yes. This was a young woman with a high profile position, very vulnerable, desperate to protect herself and her children and I feel strongly there was no responsibility taken by media executives who should have stepped in, and said, “Morally, what we are doing, is this right, is this fair, is this moral?” Harry and I were so young and I think if she had lived, when we were older we would have played that role, and I feel very sad and I still feel very angry that we were not old enough to be able to do more to protect her, not wise enough to step in and do something that could have made things better for her. I hold a lot of people to account that they did not do what they should have done, out of human decency.

AC: Were you not tempted to give evidence to the Leveson Inquiry?

PW: We discussed it, but decided in the end not to. Remember, we were the first to expose the phone hacking.

AC: You seem to get a hard time from one or two papers these days. Do you think there is a bit of score-settling going on?

PW: I don’t know.

AC: Do you get followed and chased by paps on bikes?

PW: Not often. But there is a lot of quite sophisticated surveillance that goes on.

AC: So even if not phone hacking, which is far from guaranteed, the press have moved on to other things?

PW: I suppose the one glimmer of light is that because of what happened to my mother, we do not get it as bad as she did. We still have problems, for sure, but do have a little more protection because of the ridiculous levels it got to for my mother - the fact she was killed being followed, being chased, I think there are more boundaries to their actions.

AC: Really?

PW: It is a little better than it used to be.

AC: During the week of her death, Tony Blair spoke to your father and he said to me afterwards, “This is going to be a problem, those boys are going to need help, they are going to despise the media, blame them for her death, yet the media will be a part of their lives.”

PW: Yes, they are.

AC: When you were in Paris recently, posing for hundreds of photographers with President Hollande, did you look at them and wonder if any of them were among the ones who chased her that night?

PW: I’m afraid those are the kind of things I have just had to come to terms with. It is so hard to explain, using only words, what it was like for my mother. If I could only bring out what I saw and what happened in my mother’s life and death, and the role the media played in that, that is the only way people would ever understand it. I can try to explain it in words, but to live it, see it, breathe it, you can’t explain how horrendous it was for her.

AC: Do you think the reaction to her death was a big factor in diminishing the stiff upper lip approach, and changed the way we mourn? Do you think the kind of reaction we saw when, say, David Bowie died last year, would have been the same without that reaction for your mother?

PW: No it wouldn’t. The massive outpouring around her death has really changed the British psyche, for the better.

AC: You do think it is for the better?

PW: Yes, I do think it is for the better.

AC: How much did that week after your mother’s death bring you and Harry together?

PW: We are very close.

AC: And that feeling of shock, sadness, you never felt it strayed over to what I would know as an illness, depression?

PW: I have never felt depressed in the way I understand it, but I have felt incredibly sad. And I feel the trauma of that day has lived with me for 20 years, like a weight, but I would not say that has led me to depression. I still want to get up in the morning, I want to do stuff, I still feel I can function. Believe me, at times it has felt like it would break me, but I have felt I have learned to manage it and I’ve talked about it. On the days when it has got bad I have never shied away from talking about it and addressing how I feel. I have gone straight to people around me and said, “Listen I need to talk about this today.”

AC: Like when?

PW: Last week with the air ambulance, I flew to a really bad case, a small boy and a car accident. I have seen quite a lot of car injuries, and you have to deal with what you see, but every now and then one gets through the armour. This one penetrated the armour, not just me but the crew who have seen so much. It was the feelings of loss from a parent’s point of view, the parents of the boy. Anything to do with parent and child, and loss, it is very difficult, it has a big effect on me, it takes me straight back to my emotions back when my mother died, and I did go and talk to people at work about it. I felt so sad. I felt that one family’s pain and it took me right back to the experience I had. The more relatable pain is to your own life the harder it is to shake it off.

AC: How has the passing of time helped?

PW: They do say time is a healer, but I don’t think it heals fully. It helps you deal with it better. I don’t think it ever fully heals.

AC: Is there a part of you that doesn’t want it to heal fully because for that to happen might make her feel more distant? So you feel the need to stay strongly attached? If grief is the price we pay for love, maybe you want to keep the grief out of fear that loss of grief means you love her less?

PW: One thing I can always say about my mother is she smothered Harry and me in love. Twenty years on I still feel the love she gave us and that is testament to her massive heart and her amazing ability to be a great mother.

AC: How different do you think the country would be if she was still here?

PW: I have thought about that, but mainly from my own perspective. I would like to have had her advice. I would love her to have met Catherine and to have seen the children grow up. It makes me sad that she won’t, that they will never know her.

AC: What about the public Diana?

PW: I think she would have carried on, really getting stuck into various causes and making change. If you look at some of the issues she focused on, leprosy, Aids, landmines, she went for some tough areas. She would have carried on with that.

AC: She was an extraordinary woman.

PW: She was.

AC: How hard do you find the scrutiny? I mean you can’t even do a bit of bad dad dancing without someone taking a video?

PW: [Laughs.] Honestly, I can dance better than that. It’s true though, camera phones, Twitter, there’s not much privacy. I don’t think it was too bad. It wasn’t as if I was falling out of a nightclub, totally wasted. I think people realise everyone has to blow off a bit of energy and tension every now and then.

AC: So how did you feel when some of the papers said you don’t work hard enough?

PW: Criticism is part of the turf, I’m afraid. I think the public are much more nuanced. I have my air ambulance job, I carry out the duties the Queen asks me to, I have my charities and causes and I am raising a young family, so I can’t let that criticism get to me.

AC: A couple of the papers do seem to have turned against you, though?

PW: There is a certain element of Fleet Street getting fed up with nice stories about us. They want the past back again, soap, drama.

AC: Do you see it as part of your job to avoid giving them that? A bit of normality, stability.

PW: I couldn’t do my job without the stability of the family. Stability at home is so important to me. I want to bring up my children in a happy, stable, secure world, and that is so important to both of us as parents. I want George to grow up in a real, living environment, I don’t want him growing up behind palace walls, he has to be out there. The media make it harder but I will fight for them to have a normal life.

AC: But surely you must accept it is an abnormal life?

PW: Totally, but I can still try to protect them as children.

AC: The Queen, your father, you, now George. Four people on the planet who might one day be the head of state in the UK. It is fair to say republicanism has lost, not least thanks to your grandmother. The monarchy seems to have bucked the trend even though we live in a non-deferential, anti-establishment age. Do you feel that?

PW: I do feel the monarchy is in a good place and, like you say, my grandmother has done a remarkable job leading the country - her vision, her sense of duty, her loyalty, her steadfastness, it has been unwavering. We now have three generations of working royals, four altogether, and having that movement through the generations allows for the monarchy to stay relevant and keep up with modern times. You are only as good as your last gig and it is really important you look forward, plan, have a vision.

AC: Do you not look at the Queen, yet another garden party, yet another investiture, yet another state visit, and think how on earth can she keep going?

PW: Yes I do.

AC: Do you, your father and the Queen ever sit down, just the three of you, and just natter?

PW: [Laughs.] What, about Lady Gaga or something? [Prince William had recently recorded a Facetime chat with Lady Gaga for the campaign.]

AC: I was thinking more about being head of state. I mean, how do you learn?

PW: You learn on the job. There is no rulebook. I sometimes wonder if there should be, but in the end I think probably not. Having that difference in how we do things makes the Royal Family more interesting and more flexible. If we all followed the same line, it would all be quite stifled. Our characters are different and the different opinions are important to have.

AC: Your grandmother has always believed in there being a bit of mystique attached to it all as well.

PW: Absolutely.

AC: Never ever given an interview.

PW: No. Never. I seem to have sold the pass on that one.

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