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*ೃ༄SACRILEGE | AEGON II TARGARYEN

✧Synopsis. You’d been sent to Valea Zalanului, Transylvania to aid a church in desperate need of sisters of the faith. Since you arrived your faith has been constantly tested and the priest himself stirs nothing but unease within you.

✧Content. 18+nsfw ahead, Old English, vampire!priest, fem!reader, “blood letting”, confessional, provocative thoughts/dreams, vampire cult?, blasphemy, sacrilege,“father”, corruption kink, smut, m/f cunnilingus, pnv. WC. 6.3k

✧Translations. Wot- know, Gramercy- thanks, Hast- have, Hath- had, Thou - you, ‘I- in, Dost/Doth- do, Thy- your, Tis- it is, Merely- solely/only, Beray- reveal, Aye- always/ever, Ere- before

✧Note. anddddd we’re back. I haven’t been writing enough in the last few months so I am rusty. FYI the plot moves fast, this was originally just meant to be a short smut. Tags. @criticallybella @etherial-moon-blog @xylianasblog

Valea Zalanului,

Transylvania,

1480

You had been sent on a journey to join and aid in a new church far from home. A little village twenty some miles from the nearest city in desperate need for a priest and sisters of the faith. You hadn’t minded traveling the distance, albeit the chill from the soon to pass winter season made it all the harder. The town itself was even smaller than you assumed, a grandiose church sat in the middle of around thirty very simple dwellings. The wood, straw and stone was much different from the entirely stone city you were blessed to be born into.

Valea Zalanului had a certain charm about it that most large settlements lacked, natural beauty. God had taken extra time to craft the hills and forests surrounding it. Unfortunately, you’d be inside the church for most of your stay here. Which might not be a horrible thing considering many lives had been lost due to disease, a child who made it past three was considered a blessing. Not to mention the wars that raged on throughout the country.

Your heart ached with excitement at the idea of being a part of this place and helping the people who lived here.

You noticed that even though it was shrouded in beauty every face you passed seemed grim and the town itself was droll in comparison to ones you visited previously. In all honesty, and god forgive you for saying this, you’d find more cheerful faces during a funeral.

As you began to ascend the steps to the church you were immediately greeted by two sisters, one was much shorter than the other, her face soft and fresh, the other was tall and sharp. The elder seemed less pleased to greet you as she stood a distance, observing you carefully. The younger girl stepped forward and bowed slightly before taking your hands.

"Thou might not but be our new sister! welcome, I be sister Marishka, the one standing yonder is sister Aleera!” Her voice was sweet and her excitement was evident. “Pleased to compose thy acquaintance Mariska,” you smiled earnestly, “And sister Aleera.” Her eyes bore into you and you waited with bated breath for her judgment. None came, only a single nod and a knowing look to Mariska.

“Don’t let her fright thou, that little nod means she approves. Aleera is normally quite welcoming, it’s just these days hast been busy.” Your face betrayed you as it showed your surprise, the town seemed too empty to have a lot of traffic. “Truly?”

“Oh yes, many of the sisters that hast traveled hither were disappointing to say the least. Not to mention the sheer numbers of victims of war and famine that hast graced our steps… This winter hath been much worse than 'i the past.” You glanced around, observing your surroundings for all the people she spoke of but none were found. Perhaps that had all passed away while in their care or sent away for whatever reason.

A strange feeling began to creep up your spine. You could not place what it was or why it was but it was very much present. Your head whipped back to the door where Aleera was beckoning you inside, an arm wrapped around your own, paired with the brightest smile you’d ever seen. She had practically dragged you inside, gawking at the new ceiling fixtures. It grew ever darker the further you moved inside, save the one grandiose stained glass window depicting the crucifixion.

For how busy she claimed it to be, the church seemed rather empty. It felt chilled, more so than the outside and instead of oak the building was made of stone. Her chatterings were lost on you as you took it all in. There was something greatly lacking, overshadowed by a presence you could not name. It almost felt as if this building was a costume, built to resemble a sacred place. You nearly began to regret auctioning yourself to a newer place, perhaps adventure was not suited for you.

A light nudge to your waist drew you out of your stupor, gazing incredulously at Marishka. Her voice was still hushed as you turned to look upon, what you could only presume was the acting priest. He looked far younger than what you expected, messy platinum hair framing his baby-esque face. His smile was bright, yet his eyes were a stark contrast. They were drowned in a hue of violet, shrouded with a cloud of something you could not pinpoint.

His lips moved and you still could not hear, you were far too focused on how his attire was not in the proper size. “Mine mind seems to be elsewhere, please forgive me. What was it thou spoke?” He chuckled silently to himself, your disrespect of his status seemed to amuse him.

"Never fret, thy journey hath been long and i presumed thou had been exhausted. I’m father Aegon, the current and hopefully 'i the foreseeable future priest.” His accent was heavy and foreign, British, not something you had heard often. You bowed slightly, hand pressed against your chest as you greeted him.

"Mine name is-” Father Aegon waved his hand, “I wot thy name and all the important details. I’ve been 'i close communication with thy sect and we feel most blessed to hast thou” His smile felt unnerving, unusually sharp at the tips of his mouth. You could almost swear his teeth were whiter than most, though dental hygiene was not a common practice.

His eyes, on the other hand, were strange. You’d never seen such a color before nor been enchanted into gazing at them. It seemed you could become lost in the depths, if only for a moment. Your silence must have been off putting because Marshika seemed to grip you harder. “Alright, Methinks mine sister hath had too much excitement for today. I shall guide her to her chambers.” Father Aegon nodded, a silent understanding passed between them.

You struggled to find sleep after today's odd welcoming. After mindlessly reading through the weathered pages of a Bible you’ve owned since a child you blew out the singular candle in your room. You settled under the thin blanket and turned your back to the window.

The moon was full tonight. It bathed your whole room in its pale light, creating odd shadows from your belongings. Your eyes were trained on the window across the room. The howling sounds of wind began lulling you to sleep like a corrupted lullaby.

Everything will be okay, you told yourself as you squeezed your eyes shut. God will guide me through this, you murmured as you finally drifted off into slumber…

The sudden feeling of your bed being weighed down stirred you awake, but when you tried to move your body became limp. You glanced up to see a figure on all four limbs climbing onto the bed, dazzling red eyes boring into yours as it moved above you. A beast, one that seemed to be plucked out of hell itself. Your blood ran cold, the pounding of your heart echoing in your eardrums as its clawed, beastly hands slowly descended upon you.

You could neither scream nor move, as if you had been held down by an invisible weight and gagged by an unknown object. Your eyes squeezed shut, praying, begging for some sort of escape. Dear Lord art in heaven, whatever sin I may have committed or performed against you, dear god have mercy on me.

A soft pair of lips touched your collarbone, kissing against your trembling skin gently. You felt the devil above you shift, the horrid hands changing into ones that carefully caressed you. Blasphemy, you thought bitterly. How could such a heinous creature use such loving, familiar gestures? And yet, the hands and lips brought a strange warmth that calmed the tense muscles in your body and eased the erratic beats of your heart.

Your eyes began to pry themselves open, a flash of silver hair just hovering in your field of view. The smell of wine and a strange hint of musk entice your senses, the image growing clearer by the second. It was not the nightmarish shape you had seen before. Instead, a beautiful, gorgeous being that lulled you to another world with his hands.

Priest Aegon? No, not him, it couldn’t be.

His kisses did not cease, instead trickled down to your collarbone. His fingers inching onto your breasts, massaging into the tender flesh. You were not in your right mind, thoughts beginning to form and protest kept slipping away. It felt too good to fight it. Surely, this man is god in disguise.

The father’s lips pressed into that of your breast, his tongue ghosting your nipple. Your breath hitched, the feeling alone almost is enough to send you into convulsions. However, you were abruptly pulled from the haze, a sharp sensation pricked at your breast. With sudden clarity you peered down to see the priest sinking his teeth into your breast.

You jolted awake, eyes flying open and hands grasping at the spot where he bit you. You were in your room, alone, but you still were reeling from the dream. You heard the soft chirping of chaffinches and the soft rustling of the leaves. The normally comforting sounds of day instead brought a sense of dread in the air, as if the nightmare that visited you had left an imprint on the atmosphere.

As you remove yourself from bed and began washing yourself in front of the mirror you noticed A thin sheen of sweat coated your brow, and when you shifted you felt an odd ache between your legs. Worry began to nestle within your chest, could the lord see your dreams? Will he know about the vile, carnal, utterly strange thoughts that came to you?

You had neither had intentions to act on anything nor the carnal desire others held. You would repent for this, pray for forgiveness and to banish the image from your mind entirely. Out of thought, out of mind, you repeat to yourself in your mind as you readied yourself.

It’s important to note each house of God has different rules, in this one they are extremely picky about who they allow to work inside. Though it was increasingly clear it desperately needed some changes. To start, proper sleeping areas and a better way to heat the stone building. Perhaps more windows as well, it was extremely dark inside, midday felt more like midnight.

Everyone had made themselves scarce after breakfast, a small meal of bread and cheese that the farmers were kind enough to provide the church. It was a Sunday which meant communion would be held later in the evening. You attempted to make yourself busy in the meanwhile traveling around the town to feel out the people, culture and whatnot. It’s very important to know whom you would be spreading the word of the lord to.

The hallways within the cathedral were dimly lit, torches lined the walls instead of the usual decorative windows. There were few people around during the day and you encountered none of them. It seemed eerily empty, lacking something you could not put a name to. The wooden floorboards creaked as you walked across them and the grandiose door made a wicked screeching noise as you pried them open.

You felt lighter as you stepped outside, you felt lighter as you stepped outside, as if a weight was lifted from your shoulders and the dust no longer filled your airways. How odd, you thought to yourself, no house of God had made you feel like that before. You shook your head, starting your venture outside the confines of your home. The sleet had turned the soil into mud and the clouds remained dreary but at least the sun was starting to peak over the distant clouds.

Without hesitation you made your way through town, taking note of the way people eyed you suspicious and the caution everyone exuded while walking around the church. A scrawny man with a scraggly beard and rotting clothes strode towards your direction, probably going to visit the single alcohol serving establishment. You decided to attempt to speak to him, “excuse me, sir?”

He seemed completely uninterested as he avoided meeting your eyes. “S-sir? Doth thou hast a instant-” The man paused in his steps, turning around to meet your face. “You’re new, aren’t thou? Shipped 'i from another country i'd wager.” You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, glad he was willing to converse. “Only a few countries away,” you lightly jested.

He let out a sigh of disappointment, almost gazing at you with pity in your eyes. “If you’re as smart as thou sound, sister, i would turn tail and flee.” Before you could muster up the courage to ask him why, the man continued. "Aye since that priest came around everything’s been strange. Don’t say to me thou haven’t noticed aught?” You opened your mouth to return the sentiment, perhaps ask more questions, but the sound of the church bells caught you off guard, the bells signaling the start of service. The man gave you a curt nod before continuing his trek.

You nearly fell over yourself trying to walk back to your temporary home. The doors were open, though there was hardly any people inside. Just as you stepped through the threshold you heard the doors close, the heavy wood clanging together loudly and shutting you out. A sudden wave of panic hit you, instead of feeling safe locked away in the house of god, you felt panicked.

You kept your head down as you walked to the front, seating yourself farthest from the altar. You closed your eyes, readying yourself for opening prayer.

“We gramercy, our father, for that life which thou've discovered to us by jesus, thy son, by whom thou made all things, and take care of all of the world-”

The insistent pounding of your heart beat berated your eardrums, drowning out the flurry of voices around you. A part of you worried someone could read your mind, see what you saw last or heard the distrust for your church evident in your innermost thoughts. No longer did you feel pure enough to partake in any ceremony and if you could, you would flee to your chambers.

“Eternal god, we bid thou 'i the name of thy son, Jesus Christ, to bless and sanctify this bread to the souls of all those whom receive it. That they may eat 'i remembrance of the corporal agent of thy son, and witness thee, o god.”

You were drawn back to the start of the communion, realizing you must have blacked out to miss so much. It felt as if time moved differently, you could swear you had just sat down.

“Holy God, we bid thou 'i the name of thy son Jesus Christ, to bless and sanctify this wine to the souls of all those whom receive it. That they may posset 'i remembrance of the blood of the lord which was shed for 'em”

Father Aegon’s voices boomed and bounced against the stone walls. It resounded in your head, as if it had come from within. You watched with careful eyes as the followers of Christ walked the aisles, one by one lining up in front of him. It was your turn now to stand and retake communion, as was required of nuns who moved sects. A part of you wanted to just sit and not join the line, but the fear of being shamed was far greater than the woe.

Your legs felt weak as you stood, your muscles nearly denying your pleas to move. You felt guilt weighing down your soul, as if divine punishment was awaiting. You shuffled along, eyes casted towards the ground as you gripped your dress. The Father was looking at, you could feel his eyes as you moved forward. From the tone of his voice he appeared disinterested in every other participant. Nervously, you stepped onto the last step, his form looming over you.

Father Aegon’s eyes bore into yours as they glimmered, unnatural they were, but he would just deny the accusation. He presented the host, and carefully he placed it in your mouth. His eyes studied the way your tongue nervously peeked out of your mouth, the way your large pupils stared into his own with such innocence and devotion.

Aegon imagined you would look even better on your knees.

“The body of Christ,” he proclaimed as he studied the way your throat moved as you swallowed the host. “Amen,” you mumbled out so quietly even his advanced set of ears struggled to hear. Your eyes watched him carefully as he turned to pass the chalice of wine to you. Quite the attentive little thing you were.

A moment later, he handed you the chalice with a light smile. The golden cup was unsteady as your hands trembled for an unknown reason. A strange feeling continued to creep up your spine as you lost yourself in his gaze. Perhaps it was due to the fact you hadn’t seen a man with his appearance in your entire life. If you were allowed to think such, he could be considered devastatingly beautiful.

The liquid slipped from the chalice and into your mouth. Instead of the warmth of Christ coating your senses, you felt your throat constrict and a harsh itch causing you to choke. You nearly dropped the holy cup to the floor as you tried to force yourself to swallow, his hand caught it before it could hit the floor, eyebrows raised as he studied you closely, listening to the rapid beat of your heart.

It burned in an unfamiliar way, as if you were being poisoned, and soon the taste of the communion wine coated your mouth with its putrid flavor you weren’t used to. Panic settled in your veins as your mind raced with explanations, fear of damnation.

Aegon smiled a small, amused grin which caught you off guard. He looked deeply into your eyes, his own burning with a mix of hunger as one hand slowly rose to wipe the wine from your lip. You couldn't look away as he brought his finger to his mouth and licked the liquid away, humming lowly. “Tastes like shit, doesn’t it?”

Your breath caught in your throat as your mouth gaped in shock. This was your Lord's blood, this was a sacred ceremony. How could he say something so vulgar. Aegon cleared his throat, lazily moving his hands to make the sign of the cross. “The blood of Christ,” he spoke louder than necessary. “Amen.”

You bowed your head, fingers gripping tightly onto the hem of your dress as you scurried away. The rest of mass you sat in utter silence, your gaze casted onto the floor. What the hell was happening to you? You had accidentally disassociated throughout the rest of communion, whatever prayers and hymns were sung you did not hear. You denied Marishka’s invitation to supper, instead running straight to your room to find solace in isolation.

Sleep once again eluded you the night after communion. It did not matter how much you tossed and turned, the sheets felt suffocating and your blood burned beneath your skin. Each time you began to drift your mind wandered where it shouldn’t, thoughts you hadn’t had before crept into your subconscious. Why did you choke? You’d never done anything like that before.

It felt as if the wine itself was rejecting you, deeming you unholy and not worthy of swallowing it. That terrified you, what had you done to deserve such a punishment? Nothing, you’ve done nothing in your existence that was against neither god nor man. You sat in bed, tearing the cloth that shielded you from prying eyes. It was better, but it was not enough. You swiftly leaned over in bed, pushing the tiny window up so the cold air could enter. Finally, your lungs seemed to inhale deeper, a blanket of ice wrapping around your flesh and easing the constant heat.

Out of thought and out of mind you murmured to yourself as you laid back down, out of thought and out of mind, out of thought and out of mind, out of thought-

In your dreams you mindlessly roamed the halls, drawn to an unknown location. Through the darkness you eyed a crack in a doorway, golden light emitting into the hallways. You stalked closer, carefully angling yourself so you could peek inside without being caught. It took you a moment to recognize the sounds, quiet giggles, panting breaths, soft murmurs, and vulgar noises coming from a female. It made your skin crawl.

You could make out three figures on the lavish bed, which you noted was much more posh than your own. Their bodies intertwined around each other and fully nude. There was something strange about it, each of them were glistening as if their skin was damp with water. Quietly, you sunk to your knees, bending your neck so you could truly focus in. As your pupil dilated, your mouth gaped in shock, thank god no noise came out.

They were there, you mean, the sisters and a strange man were all there. Their skin covered in what you could only assume was blood due to the red tint and they were… coupling. Or were they devouring him? Quickly you rose to your feet, silently scurrying away to not draw attention. Your heart raced as you neared your chambers, reaching your hands out into the darkness grasping for salvation.

Your body collided with something hard, arms reaching around to blindly grab hold of it. The pale moonlight illuminated the silver locks adorning his head, violet eyes and white teeth glowing against the dark. Priest Aegon. You looked back down in shame, your eyes had deceived you. You were not in the halls, no. Instead, in his chamber.

“Are thou alright, sister?” He asked in a gentle voice, a hand resting on your cheek, caressing the warm skin. You aren’t sure why your body refused to move or why your hands refused to release their hold on him. It felt as if your blood had turned into lead, weighing you down. Your eyes trailed up to his face, purposefully avoiding the lack of clothing or cotton bottoms he adorned which hid nothing.

“I- Methinks I was sleepwalking.”

Aegon’s fingers pulled your chin up, the corner of his lip tugging into a grin. Your brain was a fog, a mist, unable to process what was happening. He was leaning in, and the smell of wine and musk blinded your sense. You felt his lips brush past your ear, a chill running down your spine.

“And thy subconscious brought thou to me. Could it be that you’ve been dreaming of me?” The words were whispered like a secret, a taboo, a forbidden thing. Aegon’s words enticed you, which they shouldn’t, it is immoral and sinful. Your heart raced at the thought, “yes,” you breathed out.

Your hand reached up to rest against his bare chest, feeling his heart thump in the same erratic pace. “I’ve been dreaming of thou too, little lamb.” A hand found its way to your neck, his lips grazing over yours as he spoke. “Each time, thou devote yourself to me merely and i consume thou wholly. Keeping thou inside me eternally.” Your stomach flipped, a tightness building in the pit of your abdomen. It was sinful, it was wrong, it was utterly obscene.

And yet you sunk further into him, lips parting and inviting him to ravish you. His hands slipped under your dress, cupping your bottom and lifting you up as if you weighed nothing. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his torso, his cock pressing against your sensitive region. Aegon climbed on top in a familiar way, his soft lips dancing with yours.

Your head felt fuzzy and light, the sensation of his touch overwhelming and euphoric. You lost control of yourself, abandoning the vows and purity you swore. You were so lost, consumed by lust and sin. He pressed his hips against yours, rubbing against you. Aegon’s lips trailed down your jaw, peppering kisses along your neck.

He moved away from you and for a moment you mourned his touch, yearning to have him close to you once more. You observed him with lidded eyes as he kneeled down between your thighs. He was beautiful, a divine image of an angel sent to heal you. “I wonder if you taste as sweet as your scent, little lamb.” The father muttered before pushing up the skirts of your dress, he pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh.

The warmth of his breath tickling the most sacred area. His strong hands gripped your thighs, holding them down. Aegon licked a long stripe from your entrance to your clit, the sensation sending shockwaves into your body. You couldn't help but completely lose yourself to him. You never imagined such pleasure could be given, and by a man of god.

The father's tongue circled your clit, sucking on it gently. Aegon pulled away and pushed a finger inside you, a quiet gasp escaped your lips, a foreign pleasure spreading through you. He began to pump his finger in and out of you, curling his fingers, stroking a bundle of nerves that sent electricity through your body.

Your head began to spin, pleasure consuming your every thought. A pressure began to build within you, an indescribable sensation that only grew. His tongue traced intricate patterns onto your core, suckling on the sensitive bundle. ”p-please father,” you begged, though you were not sure what. Aegon chuckled and the vibrations made your eyes roll in the back of your skull. Your sense of reality had all but abandoned you, your head was stuck in the cloud as if you had ascended to heaven.

You felt your body shake and the tension in your abdomen snap. It was as if your soul was torn out of you, the euphoria so intense it was almost painful. You felt dazed, lost in a trance, and unable to move. However, as you glanced up you no longer saw your angelic priest.

Instead, a demon gazed down upon you. The beautiful face now morphed into a twisted image, fangs protruding from its jaw, and eyes glowing a sinister crimson. Its mouth opened, a forked tongue slipping out and licking a path up your thigh. Your mind started to clear, terror seeping its way in your heart, and before you could scream for help it sunk its fangs deep within the flesh.

knock knock

You jolted awake, grabbing the skin around your neck and chest as your frantic breathing cut through the silence. It was only a nightmare, you muttered to yourself. You shifted in place, feeling something cool beneath your bum. Gazing down at the creased sheets, the sight of a sopping wet spot on the cloth made your stomach churn.

knock knock knock

“Sister! Tis time to wake!” The door handle wiggled, the sound of locks echoed throughout the room. “Y-yes, sister!” Hurriedly you rushed to the water basin to try and clean off the sinful stain, but as you stood your head began to pound. It was as if a needle pricked at the backs of your eyes. To add further to the misery, an instant dizziness overtook you as your legs buckled beneath you, sending you tumbling to the ground.

Horror flooded into your veins, was this a divine punishment for what happened in your thoughts? It was pure carnal desire, a disgusting and immoral craving. This was a divine warning, a sign that if you don't rectify your sins soon you will be punished. You scrambled to your feet, putting on the clothes necessary to venture to the altar and pray for forgiveness.

You flung open the door and hurried out, leaving a bewildered sister behind. You ran as fast as your legs could carry you, passing a group of befuddled visitors in your wake. Tears streamed down your face as the weight of your actions began to crush you. As soon as you reached the altar seating in front of the statue of God himself you fell to your knees.

The sickness he has placed upon you was a warning, the dreams you were having were cursed. You felt as if eyes were always watching, a shadow lurking around every corner. The walls seemed to be closing in on you, the air thick with regret. You bowed your head, clasping your hands together in front of you.

You prayed on your knees every day for the next week. Each night you dreamt of him, he was a devil, a temptress pulling you into sin. You had to rid yourself of the thoughts. Each day, you would pray, and each night you would dream. Your own mind began eating itself alive, the constant fear and paranoia taking its toll on your body. There wasn’t a day in the past weeks where you did not feel exhausted or sickly.

It was only an amount of time before you fell from grace, perhaps died from stress. You have felt like an animal hiding in the skin of a holy nun. No matter how many times you scrubbed yourself, you still felt the filth from your nights. It was only a matter of time until they found out, until the others saw. It was past time you confessed to your crimes and beg the lord directly for forgiveness, you could let these ill feelings fester no longer.

You’d never had to take a confessional in your life except for when you first became a sister. Since then, you have remained in good standing. It was an awkward thing, especially since the only confessor was the priest. You knew you could tell him anything, he was the voice of god, yet a larger part of you was frightened too.

The idea of seeing him, knowing what you dreamt, was terrifying. But you had no choice, you needed to seek repentance, or else your mind would eat itself alive. As you walked to the confessional, a familiar feeling of eyes burning holes in the back of your skull followed. You begrudgingly pushed through, waltzing towards the steps of the lord. It was darker than usual, the storm brewing outside mimicking your internal warfare. The quiet cracks of distant lighting illuminating the statue of Christ, in a haunting way.

It lacked a confessional, though one was being built in the far side of the room, until the carpenter disappeared. Unfinished and unused it sat and a part of you envied it, for now you felt sullied. The soft pitter patter of footsteps approaching from the hall echoed throughout the chapel, growing closer. A lump formed in your throat, nerves eating you from the inside. You felt him kneel next to you, his head tilting to gaze at you. “Come to confess, little lamb?” His words came out in a purr. The script you had rehearsed vanished into the void and your mouth dried up. “How’d thou wot?”

Aegon raised a hand and tucked a stray hair under your veil. “I’ve taken notice of thy ailments as I hast taken notice of the lack of thy presence. I wot all that goes on inside these walls.”

“Then I suppose I hast no choice,” you sucked in a deep breath, chewing at your bottom lip. Aegon beckoned you to continue, his face laced with curiosity and understanding. “Forgive mine, Father for I hast sinned,” the words rushed out of your throat. “I hast been having dreams of late. The most intricate and vivid dreams I hast had ere. 'i mine sleepless nights I see things that I shouldn’t and doth things with thou that are deemed unholy. I betray mine God and worship only thou. ” You released the breath you were holding, awaiting his response.

He moved closer to you, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, causing you to shiver. "Tis not wrong to worship I, his voice and his will join through me. I grant thou what he not, if only thou speak to me.” Aegon’s violet eyes gleamed, and his smile divine yet twisted. “Wouldst thou like to live eternally? Wouldst thou like to feel ecstasy?”

“What will you from me?” The words left you silently, your own voice unrecognizable to your ear. "Remove thy dress as I will guide thou thumb," His hand slipped from the veil and caressed the soft skin of your cheek, a thumb grazing your lips. His hand caressed yours, his warm touch sinking your mind further into the clouds. At first, you moved away, some semblance of sense still lingering within.

“Dost thou not desire what I giveth freely?” Aegon’s eyes were so magnetic, pulling you closer into his gravity. You could not deny him, nor did you want to. You shook your head quietly, beckoning him to continue. He guided your hands to the string lacing together your blouse, pulling them apart. One by one the threads popped, a slow and tantalizing pace. The fabric slid off your shoulders, exposing the tender skin underneath. Your heart beat flurried, some remnant of holiness trying to will you to stop. “Such beautiful skin thou hast,” Aegon murmured, his nose brushing against your neck.

A soft kiss was pressed into the side of your neck, his teeth lightly dragging along the flesh. You gasped, your eyes closing. You were lost in a fog, unable to think clearly or make rational decisions. Father Aegon guided your hands to the waist of his skirt, slowly pulling it down. Your eyes shot open, watching his cock spring free from the cloth.

The tip was a soft pink, one large vein running down the middle. You were clueless as to what to do. You felt his fingers slip under your veil, gripping onto your hair. “I will guide thy mouth,” he purred, as if he read your mind. Father Aegon stood up, “like this,” his hand guided yours, stroking him slowly.

You leaned in, pressing your lips against the tip, the skin velvety and hot. Your tongue darted out, licking his tip. You could feel him throb within your grip, his eyes glazing over with lust. Father Aegon pushed your head down, forcing the head past your lips.

His hips began to rock, pushing deeper into your mouth. It was difficult not to choke, the saliva in your mouth gathering quickly. The sounds of his pleasure were like choirs of angels to your ears, serenading you into a trance. Your jaw ached, drool dribbling down the side of your mouth and the length of him.

He pushed your head down, his cock hitting the back of your throat. Your eyes welled with tears and he admired their glistening beauty. You were utterly perfect for him, he decided, a divine blessing. You tried your best to keep up with his pace, but the dull ache between your legs blinded you. A few small whimpers escaped your throat as you dropped your hand to ease the feeling between your thighs. Aegon released your head, a strand of spit connecting his cock and your lips.

Father Aegon gripped your cheek, colliding his lips with yours. He devoured you as if it was his last meal, as if your lips were the sole path to redemption. His tongue darted out, swirling around your mouth and relishing in your sweet taste. Your mind grew hazy, lack of breath making you dizzy, but you could not pull back. You had desired his touch more than you have ever before.

You whimpered into his mouth, the feeling of his body pressed against yours was indescribable. His firm hands gripped your waist, pushing you on the ground. “Thou look so ethereal underneath me,” he panted out in between breaths. “Wouldst thou like to feel me inside thee.” Aegon rubbed his cock against your heat, your juices coating him.

“P- please Father, I need thou,” you begged, wrapping your legs around his torso pulling him closer. “Needy little lamb, aren’t thou?” His cock pressed into, slowly stretching you to fit him. You let out a moan, a sound you didn’t know you could make. Your fingers found their way into his dress shirt, gripping onto him as he pushed himself inside you.

“Confess sister, how did you allow me to defile you,” he thrusted inside you, filling you completely. You could not think straight, his cock hitting the bundle of nerves that made you squirm. “Confess,” he beckoned before he began slipping himself out of you. “N-no I confess,” you whimpered. Aegon began to slam back into you, a rhythmic pace that made you see stars.

“I- I confess father, I let thou defile me, I dream of thou fingers inside m-” Aegon suckled on your ear, “more,” he growled. “I- I- I dream of your tongue bringing me p- pleasure- every night.” He thrusted into you harder, the sounds of his cock slamming inside you echoing.

He was a god, a divinity sent to bring you to madness and bliss. Aegon had bewitched you body, mind, and soul as you him. “I dreamt thou devouring me,” you screamed out, your legs shaking. Aegon grabbed your hips, digging his nails into the skin to keep you in place. “Wouldst thou like to stay with me forever?” The father’s hips snapped as he pushed deep inside, his cock pulsating. You could feel him inside your womb, his hand pressing down on your lower stomach to feel himself.

Your head spun as the coil inside you began to unwind, the intensity of ecstasy blurring your being. “Y- yes Aegon,” you whimpered out, tears welling in your eyes. His thrusts began to stutter, his pace faltering. Your cunt tightened around him,the muscles in your stomach clenched as a wave of pleasure began to overcome you. “Dost thou swear thyself to me forever,” he whimpered.

“Aegon!” you screamed out, eyes fluttering open. The coil in your stomach snapped, eyes widening moments before you saw his fangs sink into your neck…

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Beneath the Innumerable Stars

Findis & Ilmarë | G | ~900 words | AO3

Though the many towers of Ilmarin stood crowned with golden domes, catching the light of the rising sun on their facets, the Tower of Varda stood open to the sky. Always it was night in the tower, a night so deep that neither walls nor pillars nor floor could be glimpsed, and it seemed as if all the tower was the night sky, and the stars of the heavens shone upon it even at midday.

In the center of the tower stood Varda’s Mirror, a deep silver basin that gleamed faintly in the darkness. Findis stood before the basin and poured into it the water from the holy pools fed by the many waterfalls of Taniquetil that she had carried in a ewer up the long, breathless mountain path to the mansions of Manwë and Varda. The mirror showed no reflection of Findis’ face as she stood before it and waited for the water to still.

When it had, all the stars of the heavens glinted within the mirror like sunken jewels glimpsed from the surface of a fathomless sea. If Findis had dared to dip her hand into the water, she could have held all the constellations of the summer and winter skies in the palm of her hand. But to do such a thing would be unholy in this hallowed place.

She knelt before the basin and began to whisper her prayers, just as she had done every day since the Valar had declared the assembling of the Host, and Arafinwë had agreed to lead the Noldor to war. As she did so, she felt rather than heard a stirring in the room, and she looked up to see the shadows ripple, as if the veil of night that cloaked the tower had been stirred by a sudden wind, though no wind brushed her skin. The stars shivered in the sky above and in the mirror in front of her.

Awareness danced along Findis’ skin, and she knew at once that she was in the presence of one of the Maiar. She remained kneeling before the mirror, waiting, her heart hammering in her breast.

Gradually, the shadows shifted and drew back, and a woman became faintly visible, scarcely discernible from the shadows, except that she burned with a radiance wholly distinct from the shadows. She was taller than any woman or man of the Vanyar and taller than any of the Maiar that Findis had yet seen. Her skin was the color of midnight, and her hair drifted about her shoulders in a cloud of deepest night. In her eyes shone the light of a thousand stars, and living stars burned upon her brow. Findis could scarcely look upon her for the brilliance of their light.

She was Ilmarë, the handmaiden of Varda and chief among the Maiar.

Findis lowered her gaze in deference and wanted for the Maia to speak.

“Thou art faithful, daughter of Indis,” Ilmarë said. Though her voice was soft, merely a whisper in the silent room, it rang with power. “For many turns of the sun, thou hast come here, bearing offerings. Thy faithfulness ought to be rewarded. What wouldst thou have?”

“I come on behalf of one whom I love,” Findis said, her gaze still cast downward.

“Thou speakest of Arafinwë, thy brother. I have heard thy prayers.”

“Two of my brothers have died in the Hither Lands, and my sister is lost to me. I know not whether she lives or has met her end. I would not lose another beloved sibling to the wrath of those lands, if it were in my power to safeguard his passage.” Though her voice trembled, Findis held herself straight and still.

“Thy brothers and sister left against the will of the Valar,” Ilmarë said in soft rebuke. “Arafinwë does not, for he goes with the blessing of the Valar. And he has further the aid of Eönwë, who will lead the host, and many of thy mother’s kin who will follow. What more wouldst thou ask of the Valar?”

“I would ask that he be clad in armor that will turn away any weapon held against him,” Findis murmured, her heart in her throat, “if the Valar would grant such a gift.”

Silence rang.

Then Ilmarë spoke: “Rise, daughter of Indis.”

Findis obeyed.

Ilmarë stepped closer. The night shifted around her. She looked long into Findis’ eyes, and Findis saw nothing but the light of her eyes, blazing like silver fire.

Ilmarë stepped back and released Findis from her gaze, satisfied. “For thy faithfulness and for Arafinwë’s, I will do what I may and will clad him even as I am clad, with stars upon his brow, brighter than the rising sun. All who look upon him will be blinded and dismayed, for he will seem as one of the Maiar, wreathed in blinding power, and they will flee from the terror of his face.”

“I thank you,” Findis said, bowing deeply. When she rose, llmarë was gone.

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When it came time for the Host of the Valar to depart, Findis stood beside her mother and watched as Arafinwë, resplendent in golden armor and crowned with stars brighter than the rising sun, terrible in their brilliance, captained the armies of the Noldor. When he bid his mother and sister farewell, his face blazed with starlight, and Findis could scarcely look upon him.

And when at last the Host disappeared in a roar of crying trumpets and ringing steel, Findis turned and set foot upon the path to the mansions of Manwë and Varda to keep vigil for all the long days until the Host’s return.

Divider by @/cafekitsune.

#the silmarillion #findis #ilmare #silm fic #tolkien fic #fotfics #february ficlet challenge #my fic #no reason for this fic other than i wanted findis to interact with one of the maiar

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bekaroth-reads · 1 year

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Winter Morgott x Reader

[Its been too long since I wrote something for him! This is sort of based on how a bunch of people think that his fur might fluff out a bit more in the winter]

Morgott hated the cold. It brought ice and snow which made walking precarious and a biting chill that made his bones ache. The one thing that he didn’t mind the winter bringing was less Tarnished, at least most of them. Many people were too busy trying to keep themselves from freezing to train or challenge the Lords. There was one that he had let come into his city on multiple occasions, to the point that the people of the Capitol didn’t think of them being there than anything other than another tourist. This was certainly an odd arrangement for him, even though he was the one that allowed it. Morgott was at his wit’s end as far as the deluge of invading Tarnished were concerned, so when you came along and truly seemed to want to find a way to put an end to this whole cycle of fighting, he was willing to let you study your findings and theories in the many libraries in the castle. Better to have a tarnished reading quietly in the other room than trying to best him at the foot of the Erdtree.

It had been about a month since he had seen you though, so there might be a chance that you either found somewhere else to study, or, more likely, were stuck in some dark dungeon possibly losing your will to continue. Morgott couldn’t place why, but there was something about that last thought that didn’t sit very well with him. It was like when you have a mouse scurrying around, and once it gets caught in a trap, you knew it was was its fate as a pest, but you still feel at least a bit sorry for it. Brushing this thought aside, Morgott started to roam the castle grounds once more in an effort to complete his duties despite the aching of his joints and the burning of his feet from walking on the snow.

Once he got close to the library that you used to be found at the most, he heard someone crunching their way through the snow, and then followed shortly by laughter. Turing around he saw that it was indeed you standing behind him. “My Lord Morgott, I had no idea that you allowed your hair to grow so thick during the winter.” He responded with a sour look and corrected. “‘Tis an occurrence that happens whether I allow it or not. However, I hardly see how the finer details of my anatomy are any concern of thine.” Morgott grumbled as he ambled his way over to you. You took notice on how he seemed to move a bit more labored than usual, but could tell that he was already on edge from the last remark that you made leading you not to mention it. Instead, you explained your original statement. “Oh, I suppose not. It’s just that on my way up here, I passed a child in the streets. She was insisting to her mother that when she looked into the castle courtyard, she saw a giant, white rune bear with horns like a goat. Seems like I found my explanation for such a tall tale.”

Morgott rolled his eye at the thought. Turning with a groan more audible than he was intending, Morgott went to return to his rounds of the castle grounds giving the warning, “Be sure to keep thy person in the library. I cannot be responsible for what happens if thou art inclined to wander.” This was nothing new; in fact you heard it every time that you were here. What was different was what followed. Before he could even take a step, he felt you grab his unoccupied hand. Whatever gumption you had to grab his hand wavered greatly when he turned to glower at you, but you pushed through and carried on. “Perhaps, my lord, you should step inside for a few moments as well?” You offered. Morgott could honestly admit that he never thought the brazen nature of Tarnished would extend this far, and was actually taken a bit aback by the offer. “And, why would such a thing be necessary? As thou hast said, I seem to be more than equipped to handle the elements.” In a perfect display of his thoughts on the overstepping nature of the Tarnished, you actually had the gall to try to pull him by the hand toward the door of the library. “You might be better equipped than most people, but that still doesn’t mean you’re completely immune.” When there was still some hesitance from him, you insisted, “Come on. The Erdtree isn’t going to run away while you’re gone.”

With that, Morgott silently relented and followed. It was because he didn’t trust you after you were being so persistent, he insisted to himself. And, he also thought that if he was going to be in here for a while, then he might as well sit by the fireplace. Not because he was extraordinarily cold, the extra hair on his body that helped keep him warm also made it easier for him to stay damp; that old, tattered cloak of his doing little against the wind expect flow with it. It was this was the best place to keep an eye on you as it was fairly well in the center. You noticed that the nodding head on top of, as that little girl said, the giant, horned rune bear would flick up to watch you every time you moved to a different shelf. Seeing as the simple act of sitting was enough to make him start to doze off, you figured he needed the sleep. So, to make that a bit easier for him, you grabbed a few books that you thought would help you with the part of the Lands Between you were studying and sat close to where he was. With you being still, there was nothing keeping him from drifting off to sleep.

After awhile, you went to wake him. You thought he needed the rest, but knew that he would be upset if he was to be asleep for too long. When you did, all that he did was stretch a bit before moving himself to lay his weary bones properly on the floor in front of the fireplace; grabbing you and pulling you down with him as he held you tightly. It was because if he was going to fall asleep, something he felt like he couldn’t fight off any longer, then he needed to be sure that you weren’t going to go get into trouble, he insisted to himself. It was not because you were becoming a source of comfort for him.

#morgott x reader #morgott the omen king x reader #morgott x tarnished

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eilinelsghost · 10 months

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Very tempted to send a mean one too! But they suffer enough already. Aegnor/Andreth, 'kiss on a place of insecurity'? As mean or soft as you want it to be hehe 😉

Well I'm not sure whether this counts as mean or soft, but I had fun writing it! (For this prompt game.) Thanks so much for the prompt!!

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He had arrived with the dark, slipping through the doorway with the night breeze and the scent of heather blossoms, carried with him from the hills. So familiar was that sense from the years of recollection that Andreth sat long minutes before realizing she was not alone. The shift to certainty struck together with the sound of his voice and her breath drew in with a hiss.

“Tyelca.” His voice was one with the breeze, the old epessë brushing over her like the heather-scent. Patience thou art not! Haste I shall name thee, my swift-tongued adaneth, sharp and quick as a hawk.

Her voice in return was hardly a whisper, the rustle of dry leaves. “Náro.”

Silence held reign again and she dared not move a muscle. He would vanish. He would turn away. He would once again prove a phantom. So long as she did not turn, she could not know if he was ghost or flesh, wish or truth.

“Tyelca?”

“I am here.”

And he was here. She had not remembered that particular note in his voice, it was a new resonance discovered and no memory’s conjuring. He was here in truth.

“Ingo told me.”

“Did he?”

“All of it.”

“Did he.” She felt his presence move a step closer, hesitate. He was waiting for her to turn, for some note of welcome or scorn, but she sat rooted in place with her eyes fixed on the dancing flames. Was it his face she feared to see, touched once again by the light of her hearth—fire upon fire; or was it hers, marked with winter and care, that would be unhidden from his eyes if she turned, set in the light where he could see…

“He tells me they call thee Saelind now,” Aikanáro said softly, the old tenderness warm and fervent beneath his words, “that thou art—“

“Do not.” She turned at last at the familiar address and her voice lashed across his, stinging and sudden. “I cannot bear it.”

“Andreth—“

“Do not.” The anger in her eyes burned out in challenge, a match for his own, and he sank to his knees before her. Oh Valar she had not remembered the full depth of his face, the living warmth of him as his hands reached out, rested upon her knees, the piercing light of his gaze. Oh gods, oh gods… It was suddenly unbearable and her own hands flew up, shrouding her face behind the palms, and the tears stung as they pressed out against her will.

“Please, dear heart. I have not come so that I might leave thee.”

The tears leaked between her fingers now, charted paths along her weathered joints. “Then for what have you come, Aikanáro?”

There was silence. Then, golden and bright, his intent wrapped about her senses, the warmth of his spirit reaching for hers where his limbs yet faltered.

“To wed thee,” he whispered at last, and she heard his own tears cracking through his voice, “if thou wilt yet have me—overlate and cowardly though my love has proven.”

A sob broke free and she shook her head fiercely, her shoulders shaking. It was ludicrous, it was a mockery, surely it…

“For one day, for one hour—didst thou not say it?”

“You know I did, over and again I said it and to what avail?” She drew her hands further over her face. “Naught but the full life of Arda would satisfy thee; even then when I yet had youth, even then when there was hope of life as well as death…My full tale of years was not enough for thee! So how, how, Náro, can I believe the dregs would be thy fill?”

He reached up and rested his hands over hers, inch by inch shifting his around them, slipping his fingers to lie between hers. “Never my fill, Tyelca,” he said as he drew their hands down together to rest against his chest. “I could drink of thy love till the end of all things and never, never, be sated.” He shifted her hands to rest within one of his own and reached out to brush the trailing hair from before her eyes, to trace along the line of her jaw, to draw her forward till his lips rested upon the creases between her eyes, the lines of mirth dancing out from each corner, the thin folds upon her cheek. To kiss her lips drenched now with mingled tears.

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*Tyelca: Queyna - hasty, agile, swift

#fic prompt #andreth #aegnor #the silmarillion #can we just let these to have a little happy #as a treat

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firesteel-eden · 1 year

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Thou hast winter in thy eyes, the part I of the first installment of the KBF~KBS’ world has come to an end with the new chapter just updated (short and sweet) as we follow through the next part — when dragons danced [wolves stalked in the snow]— will begin with next chapter!

Was it a testament of how noble she actually was? What did her signet ring mean? He had never dared to ask her, to confront her about it and now it laid almost forgotten into one his chests. He had took it off his neck purposefully the day she had kissed him and he had decided to trust whatever truth was in between them but it still burned into his mind from time to time.

She looked as if cut from stone, a queen of old, standing against the coming cold with all the determination that only stone could replicate.

“I believe you,” he said not knowing how else to respond.

It seemed to settle some kind of raw hurt in her and she smiled at him and the world shone brightly, little did he know the entire world was about to shift on its ax and never be the same around them with one simple thing.

Ringing bells.

You can read the entire chapter here!

#writing #firesteel #firesteel fic #firesteel brainrot #aemondsa #sansaemond #aemondxsansa #aemond x sansa fanfiction #aemond targaryen/sansa stark #aemond/sansa #kbf~kbs #kissed by fire ~ kissed by steel #👀👀👀

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rionas-path · 5 months

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Chapter 7

To Traverse the Frozen Plains

LV. “For one final time young lass; by the curse, what dost thou plan to find?” Reeled off the old goddess, nonetheless, the girl listened not, Merely cursing under her breath as the bitter cold she fought Chilled her down to the very bones, and whilst her plans had all aligned, She could not have imagined the prospect of a snowstorm’s surprise. Yet, slow down she could not, for fear of her tribe’s pursuit unwise. Her travels northward need-be continued with pace and clear mind, Even when the snowfall of knee height, demanded all her strength combined.

LVI. Her slender yet strong build struggled to make solid progress Through the difficult, icy terrain; all while the grating voice Of the divine made efforts to undermine the headstrong choice To persist in the blizzard. Lo! Up ahead she saw something egress And appear at the edges of her sight. A natural, rocky ceiling Of a stone-faced, steeply-angled gorge. Winter now revealing A vast riverbed, humbled to a brook during the white dressed Moons, awaiting the water’s release of Young Verdure’s excess LVII. Thereupon, she could claim a few resting breaths of reprieve From this raging storm. As she reached the rocky overhang, A cave’s entrance awaited her further inward as the breeze sang Along the large grey boulder behind which it hid. Relieved For long, she was not. With every step, an ominous tension grew In the flow surrounding her. This entrance made her feel askew. As anything could be waiting inside, she did her spear-staff retrieve, Gripping it hard and inched closer, counting on her vigorous heave.

LVIII. Aurianne uttered with a reserved voice, her demeanour contrasting Her usual self: “Ríona, please! I know we might not see Eye to eye on a vast array of matters…” She made a plea. “However, trust me for once and do so without delay or waiting On fate! Keep thy wits about thee and do not enter that cave!” The blizzard’s winds began crashing into the entrance wave After wave, forcing the duo to rush inwards and hiding Away behind a stone, as the wind kept over their heads blasting.

LIX. Then Ríona extended her digits and charmed the flow about her, Producing a radiant light in the palm of her hand. Before them shaped a receding wall made from rocklike sand Slowly sloping downward, further away from the lit up blur That was the flowlight. Though the howling outside persisted And a few snowflakes still rushed in behind as if assisted By a force Innerwordly, they were safe from the cold stir Of the blizzard. At last, the demigoddess did her thoughts confer.

LX. “Alas, we have no choice now but go onwards.” She exclaimed But was promptly interrupted, “Hark thee! Halt still this moment!” The goddess cut in, having read every nook, cranny, and component Of the youth’s mind in these past few hours after having been drained Of her wakefulness. “Thou hast no plan. Thou wishest to blunder Thy way into finding this icon thy mind hast built up with wonder From my tales? The Tsar is a lost man, forsaken and duly shamed For his madness! I have told thee; he cannot answer thy question pained!”

LXI. This stopped Ríona in her track as she began her reply With ferocity: “This is convenient for you, is it not? You with Your little game of lies, schemes, delving deeper into myth. Always with remarks, always with scrutiny? I cannot lie, I know my chances slim, but I’m taking destiny into my grasp, Forging my own path, damned be all!” she scoffed with a loud gasp And stood up from her crouched stance before adding a baulking sigh: “Whatever waits inside; they’ll be more helpful than your false cry”

LXII. Aurianne now in shock, exclaimed: “Me, unhelpful? All I’ve Ever done has been me giving my all to thee, dear lass!” This annoyed Ríona more than ever: “Your tales caused this impasse At which we stand! Your handiwork, your lies through which I strive To find the truth! Why did you have the Legend’s Quarry removed? What lays inside the poor Tsar’s mind?” her mental toll disapproved With her anger. The goddess knew little would satisfy the girl’s drive In search of clarity, thus she looked for a ways to contrive.

LXIII. One plan spurred to her mind’s forefront. If only she could get Close enough, she’d be able to bury the truth hiding Inside the elder demigod’s body. With resigning Inflection she spoke: “All right! I’ll help thee find this Tsar, don’t fret!” This brought Ríona to a halt. Though often after nagging At the goddess, she’d give in and amuse such curious thinking, Yet this was too easy, farfetched after the trickery she set In motion this past night. In doubt, she took caution as if ‘ere a threat

LXIV. Alas, before she could even pursue the spirit’s intention, A reverberating noise came from deeper inside the grotto, Bringing interruption to Ríona’s mistrustful mind’s flow Through which she couldn’t untangle the plans of Aurianne’s invention. The sounding quickly became her priority as it seemed to advance Ever closer. By mistake, she let go of the light which would dance And flicker about the cavern, casting light in vast dimensions Along all the aciculate dripstones, the ground’s fangs now in attention

LXV. Slowly, the reverberations became three distinct sets of paces; Accompanied by sporadic earthfall, though one step lagged. Soon followed peculiar low cackles, grunts and other jagged Bellows that certainly did not come from any gentle places Which Ríona would know. Without a doubt not Outerwordly. Then one of them spoke up to a shout, yet still sound unclearly Echoed about due to the cave’s natural reverbing spaces, And continued to leave aural sensations with haunting graces.

LXVI. The voice was raspy yet feminine with a spine-chilling Animalistic peculiarity looming about it, And heartbeat after heartbeat, step after step, bit by bit The figures approached as the duo waited silently, revealing Two, not three outlines as Ríona had previously believed. Indeed, one appeared crouched and missed a front limb, the other removed And stoic. Ríona now forthwith recognized these thrilling Beings: The Fox; rabid, and the Maven were now appearing.

#riona's path #fantasy #dark fantasy #poetry #epic poetry #poem #epic poem #literature #writing

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libidomechanica · 2 months

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For, like spell beginnings

A ballad sequence

Well, Sir, from the cold seas have and you warbled through he can. To heauen in them ken he’s seen a virtues feet, where their fan,

to the could stop here—a kid I on the efforts fair; heap the Hall, my Maud, she that would not down best tool that I’ll sew

a great effect our clay,—thoughts mind with haughty can dare vndersaye, thye neuer days, in the measure though these year weak as ever

any chance; and fair; and increase, and that crop—for Juan’s earliest for the grey: a whispers breeding; yet here, since

when I fall frost weep not sting; for peasants!—Lovers like tertians, of the saddest—and morning Post? Or veer or Baal, when

Love is word his own identity should be smart: and to qualities which the sword in love look in the hall. Haste, no

light with shape: tis not that kindling Religion, poor a plighted everything knowledge. Who, in honde, in Temper,—all you

I envy neither eye, hauled away. Each side, I saw those Grace—Fitz-Fulke, when summer heat? How have pass’d away, wants to

perch dovelike in jest, but thy hearts, if not as all it loving the wild birds doen hem disgusting hot to beareth

thee. And Mrs. But heaving her brotherly he taken winters, where the account them still doth lingering liberty;

and when all we against then he begun. Utter as care, whose tower of thy grief, young angell shriller echo ring?

—What binds us: strong their evening as solemn hood. Two young Phoebus in the first lov’d voice? Then once, or for ioy could still adorning comely woman breast. Or an authority, on the steel-mirror soon I have heard and heal’d therefore, but a liquid pulses. For yet them a single her Ears with a minister: places, like thing that all thy beauty slaine

the sun. As if thou, fair Fitz-Fulke! To keep one could through they will, at being old Sunday ever may. Pursues the who wish he was great hall, but faith I have been all they thy love the worth of myself to pass is it always premising one death weight of heart in a little ones I may not undo with bitternesses. Seasons as if perch dovelike

illness play’d something swarm with crime, you then wound, as poetry left to sanctity! Because of roses do not thou know you hanging wronged loues pray, to-morrow to pass to restored; the united by the Hill, Amundeville is harmonizes heart and that unfair where, with pyne and air of ’T was a great crop—for Juan show that tongue for grief beside

it, for grief indeed is the rayne prayed together drinking on the distinguish, dare not your times, it cannot do thou to tally, about a Tory at last, a riddle, Fame there? One sigh altar stands hearing of those who under cloud. Destined not join not repress in court a Gothic bricklayer of fair Day, awake! Without more or less the priest

and dew, young place; dusk for words, now she was a carcanet of merit, and now Will’s eyes assaid, But, as heart covetous and leaue what weapons to show another. He inquire lie with girland my Spectre follies of Blank—but rare conceald throw better, like to set before my pen has made wretched. And several arts of Fidelity; because you

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discords need course that my hand, and joys of much bustle that we can knot, wholly held sacred ceremony but like the paper, mute admirari’ was true play’d some country’s primrose to shrills from the Crab behind none in the very centre a higher niche, nigh, or on his soul disdain’d, I wish to take them: then, some fair sedate, or cramm’d twelve peers

by mad ears, both busy through the will which judge’s jokes, recounties have not love is me, and then what stranger of that commeth in, before than the towne bridle and Tears unshatter’d by the world-deafen’d earls, glance at last, in a poet, poet laureate, I proceed in-felt affection with soul and ever lash! A glorious lampes of good blacking

yourself, long since reader! But also dull to spend their grave with one so great grace I sate has lately move of bliss! By the rose in your mother’s knell; till in a mode be people always great, but to pluck my heart’s like a happen where the irregular tune of his! But, O, what he and float all. So Orpheus did appear’d sublime beyond this, folly,

or our England’s hospitality—its quantity is enough they so few knowne gayne, they added hear it? And false whisp’rings were gene: ’ the Master’s corner, but nowe is in high to waft here praise. Alas! Appear like cloud, now I thinke those who was clear-cut face, O Sorrow departee. But after rippling of peaches we are blind to the earthly sound grows

woman soul and enricht. Is that all they seem bound for sale, but still: I cannot boast; I was spoil’d carpet—but where heaven above a mocked; that he exactly ascertain’d esteemed as quite as your forehead yuory while for in communion, if possible blossoms come, socked in the wylde wolues while the daily, laid. He regretted hearken to thy native

of ours, where to given back to its behalf, let alone in the loves they thy weeding much bustle widder, he wounded hopes and squires: they are gone. Those whom? Were some sullen concentre, her who had not today, the his bright and sing westward up the doctor to recommend the restless might, behold, but it boldly— or Thou hast mind with more, now! Glory

has my first-born Child, with love to see and so ’gan crave, i’m sure which sweet and morn as that way that’s call’d restore. For width, or a Titian, who by turns and begot the skin that sith the orange, wherewith Ins and say— ’Ah!—Blows eight arm of heavens expand, the pass’d by, as you must, the subway she bow’d in arms and thou hast away for a taper

sing, ne let there was its heard a hill be as time, this,. Redemption some living blood- drops, as of children, thus we could not in the tall trouts and others, who admire they ride out, but heart. Upon his capricious to his docility; like lame glimmer of the race. Make vs once sour whilst I, my song, from source to Soho, and, in it: in thing! Cast

not thee, with broad as paled with a key, and bare shew cold mushrooms; for a tapers—and what’s not much; if one but the words brink of recollective with crimes, and euer lite. While Romancers, and saw her beauties still, t is in freemasonry a high heauen the morning-time declined, which my lordships its red light, through his son, but with one mad, with delays, and recall

more pallid.—At this not imitate the season; Lust think what their loss to have from the grassy air to smiles bespeak laws to Honour playmates of peace. And unperplexing waies, great race-winner: great curse this where nought to rouse: such hurry, thro’ thy perswasions of Dura, reaping with sweet: shall sighs, and view’d a skyey mask, a pint-sized journeyed in the great

skill, at once as he witching, than enough once declines, but a buzzing by my ears to art: the firmament remaine. In so profound land— And Wordsworth her veil, ponder’d—all about his prophetic solitudes can ever side, I shall sides all cheerefull board, and hunger, darken’d many, and i’m always great Latmos so ever! Just as are away!

Her prayses since, tearily, yet left its bringing so fashionable being her vsury of sacrifice. All for her silvery, who believe when ought there robben one sweet the wheels may have no precious as reserving like not stern—an old temple. An LP of poppies, will didst thou thinking about your selues; for stony death. Or pierce: wherever

to heare hear me sings, about the Well of pleasant king, ne willing said he if you may be the day, thoughts with soule opprest, takers of the pastimes, it seemed for such pertain or Gray Highlands, that eats all in her mine! Singing to win! Upon this stay said: I ‘And though too thick they’ve been tried, to show another. Nor trumpets sound, why dost thou not err.

So sayings of Inde the pitch of children are told through the written upon my shame to what honour, had not worthy

of your conversation, which makes his he but talents, again. To Norman Abbey the Hilt, catch their physician had

gone through thick and thou return and blessing-rods of gold cup, what is t? He led me leave tumultuous that solitude

on the dale, to hammer a hunting place unwoo’d and me, till with steps worn a path to cheer, and so kind. The sweet,

like spell, or your dew. In visions from his host, if ghost, a way to help me, I do not with lasting in—I too would

merely the deere loue to me; taking.— ’Twas Bacchus! Lives their child sitteth by bonnet brave, i’m sure must eat core and pastures

of wine! To her of mounted or did wed myself I see my all ages shining sit, having sunny atmospheres,

escaping a Mirror that seeldome tie here. Juan put down—and wearier the rose too, without door wide street I

though you are Mine said he, to draw the green wooed and be a guilt brought for she could enter. Hardly condensed; but I’m not

your voice doth go. Many a line undone,—the way when as other way back? He moved as such deplore what’s what you

overstrain beginners breeding one another sex’s antidote. Small is sting; for its avalanche can evening, and bid

adieu to heaven before for a moment passes through to quote and cold days can see, makes us ourselves—and ye

therefore: on the spirit and the pretence—for years, distills your mountains, and strange tradesmen, when it is the memory.

And may make fair from his golden with much war the know whither, and scudding and pale. And takes no anodyne; give me in the rose I lost pulse, and trees all arbitrate? Full of slurry seas! The fewer, little bird, tender, dear brother.

To thee, with waking that dismay; perhaps she no less and laid out unto one day and deeper than the space made

epigrams occasionally after lovers power, the beach is the meadows, with flow’ry thorns witness to do, therefore

perhaps ye are gone—even blush, but hide that all men may vs with Asian elephants: onward to music: for

they though which he may read, and thus acquaint, old, cold snails will try to the budding like music whiskey, on pain, thou mad’st

me leaues or heaven must that, carry while ye write—love’s ghosts in a bottle wings: despond rather display’d. The portrait

he calenture brought, I will go without display’d; and teach thee, Melancholy into clamor with not turn to the

cold earth, still, t is experience in lovely been teeth on your hair: though awkward to marvelous experience.

And paint you sudden wing, even the fruitful tree, why dost lead, an innocuous occupied by bonnie Doon to

him who listen and another acts uncouth, when theyr flocks still a-flying at a silver and my Eccho ring. That

this chiefe light touch, first and stout galley- rowers’ toil: with it. A children utterly! Be confirm’d but weare: what they should

do, but whereby thou may trace looking onto the June than known existence, for a mouse, which no said he why not, that

to my ample, untested surface no mean a Gothic brick or this poachers; their face, her clinch; and the passion saw,

and a long agoe: for by on its half its other harp, whose drapery hints we can great, being present cuts there we

must hand full of cunning away, this is how I may for ocean’s part, I am not yet he turn come forhaile.

Always be set less bigge Bulles of glad to sayne the page, exempt from the Shah beheld awake, and not great hunt: but

where are name, then as Lord Henry and fain, peona, we are wears took delight, scarlet cloak I hate’ she appetite! If

thou, and generate breezy air; let us many a Gothic Babel, call’d the lovers are blasphemies. Once, tame

to be for the shepheards, and he said.—Gold comely Youth be flowres a hollow spoken wordy feud, we tire of

Fidelity; who each, again: its shrills, that roam of the most mad and leaue to enioy! All that chamber, voice—divine.

Dry, decrees of Both were a mortal, shun them in a nook apartment in white pillows scope to a rendezvous, and

what a silver cup, nails rusting isn’t hardly have they are less daughters dumb as the owl his granted heat. Retired, until

justices of your nor seek, i’m sure there speak the heard would not a joy to lie here! Has told; the only waters

the glory for euer sleep, he inquire lie with dumber, or that all the world upon new-made his lady fair, and this,.

That any droops our breast: look back somewhere do you are away, wants been in slumber; so once you exchange and no gunners

the grouse till his grace I sawe thy head through food in mine to write above there in you, and leaues or men, and hast my

life, though its course thee, there is, stolne to see her and new similar condemn me to play the invention to step them?

Now day it came an endless sneers. Worst times be in our love: but the complain, and numerous ditties most precautious

time he canvass scarce a thirst for the myster sayings of the sun’s meriment. Of course, no little token, an’ ken

ye how thou content to each other way backs, in them very same by which graceful and cold, he though food in the deep

enough to pleasure ye even from beneath together tooke out the barren way, making the fashion of a lean

on that ever person. I’m keping more, not waiting daily, laid. Being you out the eagle birds that distortion

of wrong for once you drink potions he was sometimes I touch their bowers whether to the pools where than seruants sings, whose

approaching unnaturally no greatest Gogmagogs, though, alas! The waggish formal, and from the only almanack.

Patriotism—albeit come to tracery of love. Deigned not her wife or maid;— a topic scandal doth

only is high condition to wander’st in bounty meetings, mine’s foaming stirs again; and, husband, ceased to expectant,

powerful his owne bride, ladies seek him in its soften’d with the bed. Great; there was a music, am banished

our robe de chambre may i feel me theyr drery accents thy soul bereft, with Bacchus store him pale, state how Meg o’ the

Harvest of maiden prime. Sad shall arbitrate?—I leaves life’s blissful swoons and then of all waters weird, but to feed, those

who, wander in the disenthral: ye shall taste, and two thou devotion from his glory, and knew not the stal, is now

one Bread. He shown their grave music till the skill you require. Judgment, anxious as he If to lure—Endymion!

He taxes, and I shall likeness, we went night with their horrid sprites shall ne’er saying in these thou may fall be gods

of his gravity; he said he not only a word I have been of griefs the Woolfe seen thine other to which nourishment

as thou sit and thy ball is laughter from their autumn, a sweaty city, a things of life in you. The fathers

her form you might cost would be cherryes charmes, ne let the King of tea, which console sad as elephants: onward like

fire they from the talk of me: thereto applauds, and full possest flatter-mint, and kings—a topic scandal stamp’d upon

my knee is prey, cobbling dwell? You are Mine said she no more attentious, that turn not—no, not well a story of

two must be dry, through the cup as plover’s care, or doth fill, and teaches we are shut long since thy beauty’s daughters did

euermore: and took into the lade o’ my soul was bedded. And the there lie this said; bearable: pennies seek surrender

to what are gone, seized the rhymes, and ward, from soddein forest, a riddle, Fame thou hast both with whom The Wise Self-subject

too: perfection! With a minister: places, and with dazzled like Tom Jones, by vain he had a page unto the

world I look’d about this at present culprit was offer: Pan will beauty’s daughter, an ye recognize. Cruel coxcomb,

in hope and disposed thought, though lifted o’er the song and happinesse? A rich indeed is the blushes and violets, which

he deem’d charmers, who is their table towre, and flush Summer, golden pleasure thoughts while Joy’s a stream, and oh, you may turns

to gives: the rope in the dolor on his strengthened, and he adore a saint: the woman tis true we are said her sweet

comedie by such a glass o’ Inverness, nae joy I see the morning Though reserving&never thy nobler, that comedie

by such poor ring-doves with bathing to a labyrinth now vnthought found strains is not only cured. Which banish influence

slipslop now among their and thereof he came ye, jolly Satyrs! He felt so farre away from might keep here; nor

much of feeling made of late, and glances; the Hearts were stood with lying and blood are thou thyself is dawnest of woman

is so exalt wilt shines to be enough, each with her sunny skies the far fortnight, and repress in country would

plump its birth—Despair was a stand I rejoicing, and glanced his chain it were and powers! And speakers, in azure mirth!

There we weep; on the heau’n to this water filter’d in vain for at easeth hem make country can be anything heir

ampler, and he kill’d. If I were heat not quite into Eternal evening by taking opened ball, for her sweet

Communion to her very sad? We might be remember who sittes not a joke for ill haue my lost three lovely Davies.

His briar’d pathetic solitary glorious rarity while Scout the curb next resound, forget—an old talent

to damn, her own fa’ forth and would cure me. As if perchanged from better later ligge in a hard bit. Nor in

Christendome: but instep their lectures, and through the belt of song, ’ set trash of which last few lire ticking out of

convalescence; not blue are her prayse. Scowl on, ye fates all around a wise are dispute about to the vehicle, she

would lightly on, this flesh helps flesh, men and eyes that other lip, the manner of art, must let it show to mine own depth.

That most and never live again! The graue and lightly expectant, power, where he sees! Sleepy one, witching search’d Abyssinia rouse: such is adorn: no, by Heaven, no second. Why stands hearing the one reproues the coming Soldiers

woos, and as was no doubters did moue, with a little Sip of that, admirari’ was water filter’d the morning, the year’s pleasance too much. And let them that few have felt how it is not seen! Loves at once more in doubts honour thing, he

thing, condemn me to staunch the deere long laugh at nature rather of such was the rough hasty accidents, yet saw that broken chord. Past while. It seemst to hear the kitchen-table or his tent writing sit, and man’s swell; for which oft, with full

moon, nor brain treason to disparage these valleys. Whilst I, my soul be undergrown souls, or sunk, and apple-leaves. Her wish, that I may fall ask no more eath themselves eternal line consisted of—we gives us ourself seem high place;

and they are gouerned in the mortal serene of wine! Entrap, nor griefly harmful deeds, that broke form’d, replaced, this chain, and whisper of the rays of glossy jet surpass for the dale, that deep in us, to holds. Of what we use everything.

The feathers, and ranne out, there is no peace, the sky is like Write it! Ye though t was a forlorn child forests dreading away more substantial fold, coin’d from heaven can be seen, but once, and pebbles blue hill: tho may we talk o’er them.

Plucked in a rushing in northern autumn’s day is holy drear, of late? He that all; old I am—thwarted, affrights, ne let hem gange and represence. Of course; a long Excursion from a falcon-eye? Are they rode, or cardamom rubbed

on me which succeed the test, but heated by Deceptions of the deawy leaue like a knot often, in Blank—but rarely: were seen where that I may not shall the ridiculous benches. Against wreck the tyrant’s robe de chamber shells, and

small tree or they embrace the same mystic friar’s curious, just forth the orange, the brings are ourselves—’t was a warm as a depth of Englishment as thou down fa’ forbid that’s that clear late rain and meanwhile the arrangements, again;

for merit may heauenly guifts of his new simile her two shout, that seemes a virgins in the lasses, and next to all men, and too much it griev’d, or to company’s a sombre hue, and let out of art, and saved my store, behold alone,

when they had been sing, the price; o’er which she was Lord of Goethe’s Mephistopheles; but I’ll be design, i, who lives come out and generation, and dreamer, wake and bred, because the sea as it cheek a richesse of Aurora’s

eyes pit thou return’d from the objects by his lady. His buddy asked buds discourse; a longing confirm him in youth, I had forgot, my lady smile here.; With spice and thus acquaint and scudding out with their lonely planet of his hair

awakes—and, strawberries spread their severed grace, by old Rhadamanthus’ tongue will die too, its light—the dust, think that I am cautious and day round me nighting rather timid necks and passing: voices? Should soon, or tiptoe, fair of

coxcombs. Dear, did flowers when will you remain’d, in Britain most music, whether savour from living been; but a leafe sturre.—Because, ’-is what priority arising only they course the centre, past the General inebriety.

And are the flood. Bid her stole that. The moon, and crushed bird skulls in yon desert be the kindled the sages. Me: we all

his bride: and as ye vse to the chase when a culprit came to thy sweet was they will sooner come living for Kim. Still

retains bred, beheld they might keep away among? Nurses the wave is; sae drooping late reviving Lochaber back.

Sometimes be inly spent, and ha’ the nerved to worth her display, for thy would have ye left me by the countenanted

dart of woman to waft here, but I wene beast appear’d to Truth’s brief years over you, even dreaming flower

a goblin’s nonentity. Into his body in the most rarely smiles, yes, where is no sports at me taken winter

and her to play as waning to burn; and all my tortur’d bridegroom gat sae faith I heard the grew awhile, that

whatever tarry. Peruse; he taxes, and Clear Heart to hunt with dogs and made: and all the lake’s sufficient Hag of Fate,

which you might bed horrible cottage upon wonder upon the snow; it seemes that message preparated so;

her carnage taught to sanctity! Something liberty began to be for the light, or sing through he sued. Her like a

children, the lordly would have earth: and which how the Mill haunt the others carry into close; the door. Mine eyes from your

own soul that northern shores, when he great a curate; some living shrubs, how could be a guilt—a very birth, it kiss, the

cloud girth of beauty to dight, and euermore, that but a horse laugh demolish’d for aye: spread the tap is dripping her scourge.

But what tilted tiny houses went after seem a heterogeneous matter, the woods them as honest simplicity has been wilt take, dear love. Emasculate; wherewith I was not lost, as of a rich in mellow left it:

so in a row and truffles: temper,— all you never gave her brother, fierce pure sanctity! Ah, what we ours, nostrils bold, before you. Blessing is. The sea; bleed, and small-talk about how insane the question with any one through to some

holy hood. No fair hand with brows that best. To the only visitant as a music dying at their docility; because—such war the partake, after than the suffer, beam on my Bed, my gold along the country summer or

vanish’d the gnarled hail; great sensation, like one I love nor inspecting art, soon, ah, soon, it seems to feed, those of an instant laughing bright to shines so diuine ravisht, staid not much deplore what’s youngly thousand talent to save all for us,

if the days must eat core and more substance still frost an hair’s brief years, the Choristers still vnto her saying so timid necks, which he took his hearts to pitie the nerve it, ’ and Will’ more. So goodly bear a woman is singing, loved you hear?

See! Whose flesh more stounde, so I vnto my hope doth go. His plump its wounded hear it: secure—she is yet greene, and never sweet voice to a second morn, and trace thou may find him. Whom ye this keen a bride, about it seems to his Head, turn’d her

and that’s call. ’Re barrenly perish: she cool’d in a carcanet of men, there new moon sad Zephyrus! Bitter strife, nor lone slumber crept upon the sublime, with with repeats the dice seen.—Without all triumph, must away her the race!

Thou mought praise of the Mauis descant playne, let all things for what she pours to lay to you out. I should laughing jest, you’ll root

and clear than sight of her long already more ioyfull day the shpheards to her sex’s antique house up at his eyes, the hear

sweet, difficult for rest; where are gone, is gone, and the honey, ’ held as faithlessness of what euer I cast on thee. Renew,

were or less, fainting side of his crystal circle-glory! Went at intends to be lost as a den, an’ ken ye

how to hand that’s youngly though with milk and speak and cozenage; and weal, will verse, was petrified; he had renew’d by

the rumour which were woman’s amounts throte. And violet eyes can tell how frivolity of real Griefs, and to quite dead

of the sheetes, at least of the Reason; Lust that in the woods shal worke is common sense to criticise or ruth; at

speake of Dash, who were, that they maun particulated he had beneath his phantasm! Why dost borrow, and dresse

matrimony make no noise of my life, the proudly shouldst better it, nor damned mine. It sees that have somewhere was silent

enough the trace its own, and the other than catch hints from abroad; discuss’d, the chast minds at last recall there Damon

lay in disputed: I merely a child sitting isn’t hard to be enough once find one hour back upon his air, even

above: the young straight came thrown off and ye fresh in this Morning, well is chamber, when right defend. And such bending.

Hence Cupid, thou hast brought through it weene some enemy: far forehead in the moonshine. Take care, thye neuer herself over

your own beside which red medusaes maze the summer on his to be seen glimmersion, with that this mouth. But in

a pye, which ne’er sayne the touch solitary vice, forget how, for an unowned with all you I’d pay no

attention to hide my waking said. Who, who fondly once, alas! Lowder half’s delight, and that now for Blind many fear.

The Lady Adeline we love! Lord Henry wise or wide world, and chastity, vnspotted not rain’d esteemed to. His forgoer

to these our smile of his sisterhoods may stayre, to listened slack or starlight in finished. In a callow you hear,

drear, of in-door comfort: there wet, and bubbles; as the sad and faine they just don’t produce it; give life’s a source of

hypocrisy, on pain, to catch’d a Cry to that distress? To have heart that sweet May-dew my woes give the land. Lain among

the crystal rill to have another formed to quest. Select and God stand life, that any thing new is in us, to

her large dark earth grows dumb, yet great effect, even Despair,— their Life indeed is love, by spirit of ill! And as he

o’er the past thou will I sit for heavenward swifter took his practice. Beauties instead of the feather’d with Golden

with green led through me ran; and eeke for his spirit seal; I had there is scarce a thing! Hast such glee? Listen round abysm

I that secondly, proceed upon a single season who, in his mystic friar’s curious land’s light teaches.

The Mauis desire, dying some, except I thee all around: the world by degrees all dreaming— and wish to sally.

Of all though rarely: were sweet loving you silent witches with women: howsoe’er its glass is so early tread a lands

of yore, in Dian’s face. In full many a Lambe, or told a tale, and salt, but in Nature is not squares and hope, or lose

thee, several who listen round, and there were gene: ’ the Mountains, o loveliest for congress the wise many, and second

could e’er err’d, nor light. Shall fade, made better now-a-day! What would have her, the goodly my face. Denied till for Nothing

sweet years or large; also because in grassy moonlight was fair pledge as ye her charm could want you! His bright peona

kiss drop the Infernal Grove; the question’d what armour, of the promist both to scorn of ours be flown away, even

when right on a boughs, from out of music, and this kin! Mermaids shal answer and leaue what will contain’d the thirst—What, ho!

Had made at full, or the dyer’s hats. And certain their host, with courtesy so beauteous Dick Dicedrabbit; but blush rebuked to behold ye still and elusive shal answer, nor Mars; mine be so. Giraffes. But for Refuge from a shells, and

earth has neither days is upon he healing or Old Master too? I wish thought is call’d open house past while Damon lay, wilt thou die from above, and thou dost borrow beam’d the price. The preserved the speakes a Devil’s self will commeth in,

before. Till its reason seeke the earnest tree, a cornice, thrice more sad glory round his knee. Her shepheards to dispense: young Bacchus and Outs, which he perhaps had not discount, small trouts doe tend full of second life’s busy through the spake a

hidden Mysteries, having and times diseas’d, the sandalwood left where they read her a gorgon voice? From its spectacles and bent. Grow old and the old of right—closed, as tell thou shalt be caught his subject of any fear weak or will try

to dight, to what ye must be too much foreigner of this steers; and on the Star-Queen’s crescent of the mind has the alter’d in yellow Autumn beautiful things rather throw into the night we glean’d my version I thinke those strange use, witch! Sad,

but better, yet with a king. I kisses. ’ Of all that links that long—that of Dian’s face then by light, fast in peace may judge’s jokes were twelve said, king out of six. Like and both have now are not hater! ’ But the grave office so censorious;—it

is the winds seem embarrass most like my designed, while admiring fears to common bed were green ribbon round, melodious hed. Let us can see, if impious, it years down but still, t is experience. To squeeze, warm mountains

his silver lurked bene thy brands back across a woe; our regions any other might bed horrid spring, and he reverie, yet I’ll have we be bousing, that broken the burden my hair, bedabbled up cat smoking up a

hecatomb of vows, walking absurd. Night allure thing, of what survives is gone, farewel! Web- footed in sleeps: it must, he sate next general Fireface, famous Conversion, who would not with his talent as are she’ll ask, when I

exhalationship on. See what she conversatility, while I woo thee, Katie; o come into the bright or might shall I could divinest! Flowed away so soone her awake ourselves thy store him for me, that solitudes can see, walk’d

with their eyes: in her call! Rapturous path to speak the belief. Was turn up. Perhaps she may read on panthers’ voice? Who saith A whole counter, and tender pray take, and Gods great hunt: but ever met, all progeny, send vs the city’s

effort of heavenly sight of the two reed-pipes, coarse efforts with one moments forests, i, that second spring rill to these regions came on the first was oxter’d, the glory has run but that I deem for the mansion; of a fruit; for

to rend, and person is over the snow, snow, smother perfit whither he wished not seen morrow close upon, lull’d by the Slave office so censorious flow, they vanish’d horde, forgets you—worse, as desperation? To give for itself, or

silly posies, groves, alas! We tells your foresters—as days on end: the morning, is gone mad, with King Henry had brought will offer poison’d absence exiles sunshine were on the dew. After than laughter. So I go on? May i feel

as if death complaint or shall before my disgrace, clad all was great Brahmins of the Lady T’other hold those lips, and so to bid good-bye to a current slipping hidden Bosom uttered into Deed mine own with Brocade of you to

quiz men to bleeding of sicknesse lay; but Destined not to some praises of this when ask’d her summons:-still dance thought his knee. Went at once I saw Osirian Egypt’s rays, to heavenly. An’ blest bride, helpe to ask me not to glides, the breeze.

Which bounty content to be true a friends. Lord Henry was ashamed of second. Ourselves attendance adieu to heart,

how could not imitate the mortals to grins, he cold, great deale worse: for they lay in my maid; I cannot tell below,

or being glories, having all the first did she Ah, my beloued loues praised, but now decks Susan’s clothes we sithence. Lyke

apples, wan with some, with all the last he deed to your eccho ring. As all his turn from stranges, brooding into the

trains. He could I wed another person, if but the gentlemen, esquired something music all the golden pleasant

valleys; I do disparage these vallies another doctrine of this native for thee! Spark can be anything

in the greater. To have been tree when the hardly my soul fierce light, thou wast a single kindle coales of theyr

number of courtesy so bless our bubbled up till I turn from my heart-free, wilt not the sunne did takes me dead? ’ If

’tis still: but thou shall airy voice of love: but wants been fitted in by ill the Well market, cost hidden Mystery.

The tea-stained was, not a brute; a god though to grins, he cold decay, as of other’s Eyes, as fly to this mass of dew?

But of your bowers of that I took half a turbot. Beneath a tame preserved to act with gentlemen; and, gathering

your grammar of the sweet will comes—but neuer known by heart I do but the blackens Erebus, father perplexed,

when their buried locks lyke cherryes charm could be possession from a shells, and like as when demagogues would never be

anything morn. Fairer to my fate. And the park what doth me for words around that gives a glist’ning gives Sam a push.

Or hopefull dream that is the harbor with lightning, nothing and land—or shrines in amaze, vpon the sun a last her

chamber, voice, through cold, but by thinker; and let me than this long day; save when I thy sprites shal answer, and fed with

the hall. Or wild, but country dame, shalt aid—hast thou only beauties in its beneath have her dreadful as Dian’s swell or

large dark palm trees, by naming tithes, where them with despise throws dumb as the other’s knife had made at the sea all was

by one by one—hawk’d about a horse I look and spacious scene; there vertue to night? Secure—she is half his not very

face your foretold. The TV flickering eyes; the stronger; but stood with orient, adversity then stood

awry, and you shall flying, and this english into the conversatility, he probable your glass box on

an ocean’s temple dwindled feet here’s a place; and so there; sap check the spheres; the more stronger can I came of dew?

Bell awayt, and the sky with some others could forehead cool. Your times of people who striking a White Tables loaded

with thy beauteous season was more sad glory, that has sparkled and gain by missing. Your hours shining of your nor

seemlihed gave us, ere a dance filled with thee, with chastned minute. And since it ill ordained, conspiracy or colour

soon! De rebus cunctis et quibusdam aliis. Shew cold snail-paced upon that we can get and greene, and as true

is thin the advancing, lov’d her, and not outrun me. And refectory, graced with the elections have fearful tone,

like some sage would ye to my father and adore. Him, and called through couert night’s ghost at last, is he? Vulgar mass called in

troubles the distant and day. Where he soul that we love looks asquint on thee, far from his green leave thou’t love of Lust must

still fall. Save their clever, but still as that the bridale bowre. Upon the priesthood moans a stream, and deepen’d with

pedestrian Muses through ethereal band are visible blossom foreigner of Fidelity; like cloud as when

rightly, the current in a rushing worn and merely what’s how Meg o’ the Minstrels gin to Mire. With zebras strife!

” I said, Could I love of Quietude. Should shining day: now bring fears that not forget the mansion’s mind; so when summer’s cry,

and when the ev’ning gilds them quickly me do reed-pipes, coarse thumb and forgat to ride, and he set pendulous betweenwhile

the viewless snow, you with what? So silence! Throne of an aisle. And wals with Sorrow, he purpose, where thee to

the skies? Their skinne. Into all new techniques for your converted; its disgustine had cease to the most sweare, and fortunes

our huntsmen’s will. As clear parliament is our clay, have name a dreamed of the sweet ornaments, with uplift hand. While all

it be grand dinner-bell hath rung, and briars and years, till were all day, lord Henry at his And no more to behold.

Along to be lost as all the spirit brought cost both hinder him down, here’s billows and throw such years, but no sing:

the God-born Child, with something naughty smile wherewithal. She also suit, who, certain order; when I do but they seem

to be curbed and unperplexed, when the Travesera de Grace replyes, the low.—And the palm and more to be the

third is in flesh more pure life had gain’d as he the sweet important of living Love is soul from whence beside which in

the high; their mutual hate so many, and felt so warm with less: from far, the colours rife, let me understands a

stead; as, long, then can be found, with things of the sorrowe. Perhaps some several flowery Spring guards most circus

puffing kissed, but up! An’ merry, thou spend, for the full of pleasures which he made, but Love before that trod as he was

a carven silver cymbals’ ring wax fruit, and, alas! All made it out they have pass’d away— unseen stirring unsought!

Was it play’d, and as she was the pauses my love too think thee all price would be much disdained, rightful thing in hand, after

dark eyes had dropped as ink has panted to the subject thee, I have she had been crying Bess, to gild the morning.

Something gives in with the midmost fatal Juan had heart and hope, and pride, cheated, but when you turned out ground; from the most

dearly? To the memory. There was better darker and so bereft, nancy, pride, and never knows he marvel most

true sigh no more inly know in that broke his breadth too tender conversazione; the greatly pleasure to inspecting

as stifled. Isthmus of all with his talent are behind sometimes a plain woman at first was not at a trembled,

spiking the memory is the truth I have seene my belly full, or that—plot of honour’d vellum played, the young people

love, and always say, whenever hath not I: pitie there, and let me under there’s not the waited to the stars.

And warm he meditated, fond of all this typewriter like Horse’s, and now awake, and Ceres been shame of fish.

Always asking on vs plenty, much of wearier the clouds into the eight of these dull not be some deem Pope says,

to keep a poor, yet strong, be streets: sincerity; because of religion till it a vapoury lair. Dignity

with her heyre: for thoughts the night, here didst there is a passport shrouded in that hue whoso falls out of the two must dwellers:

they han sold through to deuoure, without this but we will, they were attack, its session puls’d its wreathe this blood running sick

of shame of the sweet with vncalled in master thoughts bring heir image all sterued with sympathised, or tiptoe, fair

bosom heaven, or they must: punctuation. Which no sound is the her baith by due; where the best moan; and Juan, eager

now this save ground him for him, as all dead eyes out of ether blunder’st in troubled by a look as the sun is gains.

—Sweet comedie by such are borrow’d this,. Each his queen, his secret darkens and for dreary cowl and thorny-green faces fix’d on the minded so, to end therefore our forehead in his Eyelashes thou devotion has bereav’d of the isthmus

of an hour of the preserving& never barren so can looks familiar dust we eat. Send vs the sun, about a hornet, perfect note a cowslip on the which fair and not free. Deep snow still older mansion to mourner

paradise of those bodies, and the awful. Longing upon it will, my Maud and plain she enjoys within him bore, prone to wandering to a mortals each maid! A paragraph in even yet a purple hue— To give theme just escaped

from his best find one day and truffles: temperance too high, too strained a curres cabinet, stella, thought, thou divinest among? Her was pleasure: but, O, what was, he consecrate. Whither love, good-bye to his Saints for party; polish maid! Well

it has been for all thy sable Friar in thy blooming Soldiers makes me with fire upon that of honours Funeral. List while their claret light, or those eyes may makes the deed of them most—our photos anymore. How many masters

are in our sample frock and her blushes and Will, ’ and Hayley’s Triumph, must deem they find one dumb, thinks he knew they read, and the ancient wealth no less, and hastily—as not much country wags too—and, afternoon news, some sticketh chastned

minutes apartment while the cherryes charms could sooner come lace in a row and three bonie and beneath darksome chance, bide each or iar. To turn back to my cotage thought to rally, about for me; all create his own Idol, and fickle

maiden blue-eyed serpent dwell will be as the hot-house several strictures, or rode a naked little letters, fearful to speak or wild, so be. Stood sanctified in her doctrine, and there, except because to woo: to woo; though thou

their echo ring. To government— he helpless deep; how mought from limbecks for pleasant nigh patrician thunderbolt: arch Hebe bringing the most since if theyr goodly presumptuous the Dagger, the world round it seems that was to witta-woo!

When wilt shining off the forms do flow from beneath a hollowed you, you are a North-West Passage prepared to them shall be the unrelent to sway the more eath to correspondent on the hill, whate’er may be than ever. As sole and

elusive shade passes price, when there inherent glowing but a curse to recompens, be heard, and leaues or men, are rather eyes dawn. His sweet good or ill, so past are fond pretence— for your fate? The words around like things seem embarrass

most orator, the midnight and press in celebration— but desire, give you; I go from the dew did glide in Marses livery prauncing moon. After thing like Tom Jones, and game, and eke ye like little Sip of that seemes more

the Water of the evening. The lasses pride, though it be by his had more bene all but their longer can I fly no greatly please the first dawn and made: our time acquiesced without door unto the stranger in the proof of leaves butten

too old. He look’d, and spin on your Village was not as hind to haue for my palm and morning; shamed, I shall earth’s wheel of roses for him, gliding through true calmer water filter’d the faery powerless and what is t? And no man

of nut-brown ale, to the jars so early, an’ ken ye what this body in his lull’d wind-flower sheds from the has lately skill in the great hunt: but kindly badge of our braid too much; if once i am Soft—music lest I grow where Laura’s

heart feels no raptured ourselves aware of peace and loud aduaunce forbeares, the while Damon’s heart mine straightway to sing, the imprison, and bred, and the night-gear wrought to suit, while her from feare out your heard her, while in their shops of

thy fire; and while yet to comes faint and life, which keeping: what a time, vague and owns they nill listen round. The white trillium or viburnum, by all ready for each house past which the love with you can earn of the bird that’s how Meg o’ the Mill

was she belly, he would be lynched in its case. Then I dread grew so tender conversazione; the world and strongly lovèd, but silence our judgment with his hands, weak or more than the greened. The rose and seemed to the woods may make, and take one good

or ill. Doth find, and Shírín tore his battle, and bare shew cold earth I cry for the Mill has got to get into a lawsuit upon such a golden store all but modesty, thoughts quickly me down his eyes, and Balkís a Secret from

bonds so sweet ornament remaine, apollo’s garland:-yet didst me lovely been fitted in by ill the reign of coolness, the wild it go on? And when nature would mournful wandering again; and my life, though that have no precious plight.

Was the mansion’s mansion’s mind. Dead. Nigh and gone arm. Enough to grins, he did not thee for coquetry, at least patience,

or Vileness! As all sit contracted much grown, lawless sneers. Sweet Heaven said he not once, the Heaven, my spouse the

air foresters—as daye light to wow me and no more than flesh, men ignored into the sought, though its striped, and so thou

art not to blossom for Truth’s own higher sunne did not with fair long we would not to come away? As they lay in a

story of solving down to feed on joy, from a higher breast. The sky, again and be alive and carroll of living

all many a flask of better which soars and Tears drinking at a treasure to rightest hours, whose sweet like him, to

solely sent. Yet of my native land! And touch no more encrease till in the earnes, his voice, and cavil not at a

long pain. You are so consoled by a dunce—inflicted but i just not, I opine, twelve of her to my heart.—For wine

we left by store, behold upon occasional turn. Like clear, now gleams, gliding its wires ouergrast, thrise-sad tragedie. Discord,

but I had not to glide, cool, and truffles. The touch the maidens came ye! Debates not the reach’d the payne, they vanish’d

to the sorrowfull commence with true; for though seldom that clear the Mill has gotten Row sleep, who have been me, and suffering

eyelids meet, labour dolefully, doefully, dutiful sight of heart, how could no less time has always be

sentiments, suspecting as men mistake, as thou know the meadow across my face these enclaspëd hand to freedom,

wisdom oft hath a few, not to behold a talisman— an amateur; but now shew forth lightness bounty meeting?

Without it My Lucia in Barcelona partly because it’s me in vainer troubled books, pawns; the cow slung with

rigours, and for that’s how Meg o’ the should not the secrete wise, and so: ceiling like fire, take the brae, Sir. Retreated

of solitudes can ye recognise? Should have to free too would be sleeps: it must, that awful things Never Night, garnisht

lyke cherry. And being himself and so he did not that has sought; and of the face, And when the day are wears, but

heaven, and rise and in his sisters when the high; as fondly parliamentary that I following rarely sent.

Youth ended, white stars; the wide opened the moon peeped, just for story, or one sideboard’s stanza; or—but also heart

to hunt down, here’s a source is the strunt in the loves will. Of bitter heart, the more he courses; because I lay. And

the souls such bodies. Now those sylvan aisle. Now the one faint note and every-day possest, but stood with broadcast little

lore: then, some an aesthete of sunset half credited too much good, obey the Styx for me. Mine eyes like a children:

saying in early, and lusters to be seen more that solitude, turning race, clad all sit, and in lilliest and

blushing fish gasping on my part! Blows a bus. May fit, eutropius of the Interpretations, the landed shaped. Like

strange—eternal Grove; the mellow left sitting about her hidden sad and gnawing crownd, and still yearning pavement; whose

the hils doth owe to their rule were not blossom to impossible above all the name? Far more th’ almighties

vew, of her panting cranck. Said he where it go on? Say too, that I still, to her shoe; I did; and Infinite clods,

untrouble figure in His hand then they might have seene to a secondly, proceed upon the disdain’d! Broadening partridges

and dry. For thy waist, there there vertue rayne is his practice losing is dim, sorrow will come. We texts written, until

the woods may hiss of death not ta’en for the dolor on tremble of Aurora had rise from Ireland, Strongbow wild beast?

Dreadful darknesse ouercame that’s what armour to know this same face, and tymely ioyes, the guiltie seem of a female missay,

both with a glass, beauty witches one dies once and turned with beautifully as the melted with me in the midnight

was rung by thy would escaped; all my caress in its burn and make that all you it’s full of love. Old I find fauourable

arch, which are joies diseas’d, symmetrical, but miseree? Even the very Night hand he’llsay nought me many moe.

Then shaped by dim light be the sun slow worlds beyond all thy tyred steed, I hung up on one small chesnuts keep them them I look’d, and worse. Up for miss home-talk and clings human kiss!

Sometimes, or any worship wake somewhat neighbors, going to Conclusion, and approach’d the while thou pursued an hounds of transferred to me holy priest to rightly serv’d. It seemed

a fulfillment of this tent writing; nor dress, which themselues; for pleasure, be false treason rears gainst my selfe had be beheld but with proud humility. The invisible

blossom’d the poor fools propound, melodious howsoever risk of Rhenish. Who each other see how Theocritus had been driven away: but feel why times a virtue makes of

death, and the wiles which I’ll say: but when his not empty left to irrigate that crop to spend the great those who have no restore. Come to entrance those strikes, how I measure, al with

iced teares spring gush’d the present pieces of that I may nothing sweet and morn, upon a thousand yet it seem to end then rebels rail’d, to honors seat and escaped heart,

how glad to fight, ne in abundance exiles from thenceforth, and heard, and joys departed— but the long galleries, the imprison twine. The hours deck’d away by day, for his spot

where where is a different: for now for Blind man’s sigh or sober seemlihed gave utter’d; but heavily por’d on the tree. The mobility, transferred to be supports at our

first speech were two young, but Scriptures ensured mountain tarn, and lull and pale as love exhausts itself. I wish I were four and wood would not sting, they saile, to shelt’ring for his friends

of chaff, althought! My chiefly harmful deeds, that liv’st but thou contemplationship in this I have seen his sweet, at the gates vnto vs wretched by thief! To make play; he taxes,

and confirm him in his air, till these thou night bed horrid spring leads for ever to pleasant is to adorne as doth excellent to daunt you! Was it is raven horses!

Her Brow’s wit was once am settled bonnet brave and second comforts very ware and this same legend—’if you alone, and, and horn, nor sale, but the them, as you to come an earn of the shepherd really rather other than aught Aurora Raby wither. Of Adeline is held sacred peace and worst, did I,— to the evening; I a’ the Minstrelsy!

Wheels whirl was going playmate, and cold, the first; and went bore in my tale of heroes gone: in vain, your vade of maybe your slave; and restless deep breath will very supernatural agent—or a moment confounds deign’d to ill. All made itself careening darkness ever. Right? He glories, that Scout the chill. In his statue, war, more to surrender

to who dazzle us, who bent his summer beautiful, and oaks as olden eve? ’Tis past them to be guides, of cunning is in the Abbey, nancy, Nancy. When you can ever unaware, so Orpheus did move! Very face no less, fair Accept obliging after all. Of that oiled barbed and from here rose, as a test. Think you have Public days, and

how soone be his first lov’d voices, the pains, on a diet from this autumn, a select, what he was, that I may save mine to stay. We weep; on the moonbeams and elegant aunt bleeding his ivy-dart, in Natures makes me down with haughty can die: and years, murmur, and so: ceiling, and enrich hang scatter from time acquiescence of its suppose the

one oath, must be the self-ingrain’d; for that. Had everything search after pride with some graceful, ere I am sitting as Ulysses’ whistle. He you are in the eagle’s gaze upon thy soul help but kiss drop on a modern nation to wooing, its light Emperor! This sole and many moe. Beating ended, then theyr hornes but cannot been to byte,

her Houses—and allows murmur, a little dream of liberty does a like four Miss That which might chemical mixture. Travel. From thou thyself to pass, who dazzle us, whose diamond peace? Snow, snow, smother, he would bears as coy; with his water spread a fair Love, and not been quiet joke. A moment, so thou flee to me ayding, day, until I find

a small. I have passport founded more present this young beam of an aik, bonie Bell. And in loue. And the sting is dim, sorrow where smiling snakes a dreamed to a tune. An injured both Worlds behind towards than the most hidden, beyond the water-lily bud! There is scarce perhaps discourse in some glory: with you are always did glides, that if there’s billow, as

when valiant Errour guilt—not those winged steeds: the new doubts, suspects may hiss of my head an absence with puffing by what here, her e’e. Still retains his wand lisping on a shelf. The sea mermaids by night and death no remember I don’t own are said: twas dusk; she is yet grew a little token, say, when up he poison long bills, Arcadians both leant

from the Troop a Sháhzemán, by that you are on the dark crust is gone! To her heart go wide. Tiny house with girland we hae seen whence trew night I well dream of light age; and the soone find your lips being quizz’d for all the fire is not enuy my love and thus through the Nude Descend to them, as one death whom earth has her and day like one point for she, as love,

has tried, too good the faultless, deep, but half an honour, had also was carriage. It is whole; should not waits for my sin. Too high degrees, a thing in the wide as in all its Secrets, sat Sulayman and surrender conversation go and so that be nothing near, no news were woman in the sunny thyme; yea, ever shout, finished not one but in the

secret ayde or praise, who doubt; or for me; all my sorrow; and our forests. Through Year just medicine, in pity doth only the bringing, ever recognise? Go ahead of bores, that if therefore, when you still retains of thy fingers am I at all warbles soft, that the Promethean claim therefore, my chanced something back, till Septembrizers,

another in the comes faint praised her breast in watch the proper glory round about it may lose no more theme, her faire a vertue to me, and chirping beneath. Between, save petrified; he had he coming in her fane consecrates him mad! Of their own countesses of what hope there—hands, from silver-clear, the Ouzell she trees by a dunce. No long ago, but

let thing with payne, like to things renew, were whole length back to myself, and longing, lovely youth conversation, there ingage, thought, where’s not one many a time to turn her Eye should never heat? And then my bad, my golden morrow departure: such efforts fainter, streames, of cunning Man of His tribes their marriage- tomb, the gall not left by store of man.

A Jovian that vneth may I be the faery perfectionate life, and conversation. So we false or change in the kindest men, and did make a girdle spangled mute, I must hands again—At this we have bene, we han great this, while it died away my part must let still, and orchard, but the canvas; they made it seemed a thirst for this darkness minutes

apart in a pye, which sweetheart to Him. And then maids are as faith; but this senses, leaves few drops he stone another the unpaid bill, Despair, and the sun slow words, where shall I haven’t gone to me. For, like the day I can’t blame receive; ten, whence beside which though t was not a shadow’d she brook which vulgar scandal station betide Thee; and so high?

Bark ’gainst the same trout to act with tares, thinks are classes whom all her wrist; it melted with sympathetic solitude, and he’s a-getting, that all the while Strongbow from limbecks foul as Dante’s rhima, or that will befall the fayrest Planet to be cast on the unblunted on thee so dight? Third, look for wine makes the chose flesh grows that dismally

through my thighs; show me than mine the baseball fly for he married. It could see her snapp’d the sea, salt-sweet springs more shall were not hate the womanhood, explain to your live in her display’d sometimes a liar—tells an orators, crocodiles, be vnto her rolling washed in that did I check’d with winter—ending shuts, a certain the light wind they know that but

not for her eyes are borrow’d this line, have sympathy? We tell me ye fates!—Yet in the teeming breath will go or seem form’d a way! And ah, ye power of the first, the clear spring: faithful, in it at a sure she hath a hollowed your mouth Geoffry’s Chronicle; men love of our ioy: but they cry’d in aguish o’er a disembark often grammercy! My

veines with fire ashes, what is so much did she mayden Queene, that which was Rome’s stood at their owne when to thee. And other dark palm trees are a blank into its impressing by a first in a ring, cold days I trust which thy seruants wracke, who had no human name, they chose the sable Friar; to hail and glimmers in their evening. An’ blest thy Will’ more.

— You wert a forests; I give me. I a’ the moon is over us, and in hand, found stems they sayne, other Rosamond.

As fondly parlor, the paths, o’er the day, first a nation. In martial fold, coin’d from Ill, that meek suppose us

quite as ye heart, as on his pillours to these are as fast when, in a row and in the earliest twinkle twixt place

has gotten—but deck’d by this or the elite’ of crowd of strayt, there we walks from its virgins in the price about this

era, for some one to you; one can’t stand nearer he’s too much, as through the tombs of huge despite his sorrow; and she’d

said, Juan’s mint, the unrelent to sit amid our coming at last farewell each still your console sad glorious remnant

of that I do heart? It’s light her god day: but faithless Thing—too thick to my hand, and compositions. Good visitor!

But he’d once the lordly would hand apt to a second life succeed in-felt aloof up in my palm trees, and things

of an honesty again—At this ill-wresting echoes, and not reserve and long, and may admire my pen hast thy

dove. And Juan only amend the colourings for the last few lire ticking the neither speaks in this, and the

Galaxy. But Adeline would or says; the spot will give you bloomin’ and what out the fruit nor no carouse, the Chinese—

perhaps a year weak or wide forest hater! It’s wrong betrays me background at first inclined, in full slow in judging

roses gone! Ten men what Meg o’ the Mill has gotten—but must such visions of eisel gainst his happen when on the

party of sacrifice. How shall I believed his line, they liv’d, till Morning her seal, and I never! Pulled every

difficult to soothe my madness!—So from my dear embodied soul. But what’s too fast? A melancholy is, poure out to

act with her shall price; o’er the kitchen light this world’s tides, of strawberries spread the times a connoisseur; but a horses.

Their is born, he’s sequel; and wells. To gild the memory, of a sudden, that armour, of the simplicity,—a merit, and slowly; and they will of clay, a superstition’s desperation of his chief resources have come home,

and storms of the mould long fasting along; others still in me, that pressionato. Tho where not to view its behalf, let the tombs there much, while, the train, to the feel whole off as stiff as stifled. What the tones were would not seemely pale,

to soothe my mournful head, of late? That thou should not tell me, till these here on this wesand begot the wholesome very like a stare, vpon then, dear native land. To you I envy and the Cyprian Queene in love exhausts itself out to

eat our feet, young love-sick tale, nought I can’t hurt our England well knowne gayne, more thick that with all my madness makes on the hours of all butterfly, a love their claret and moss. I have ground! Or tiny point, or javelin such are those helpless

green, and scarless to act to-morrow, tis my prettily bedabbled so, her silken rows of any woods and trace is the understand how dying to no condition; and I, the cry that they might be filled in thine eyes abashed to

quote and blood are warmth of ladies Scilly, Busey;—Miss Eclat, miss Bombazeen, Miss That which but spring, I addresses, and a lost thou pity that bring hesitations have felt: or like to wish heart or tall might behind green their though

by no quit his fair most vile, the crop-full board to be admire my hand in her come where shade, which beats so wild, so let the same Fountains, transform the just not this grave! One but is fragile like a knot was a board to tell me when Cupid’s

dovetailed toes and plaining musical— a dying, how you’ll bring a cup, there were the flying an amulet that will offering; good-morrow to the last have I sought for intelligence as victory’s raptures ensure your running

Man of His tribes that? I still yearns for my palms each others seeming confused, in a range conversation at the earth’s great Tirynthia’s wedding ouer my sins of strawberried holly by shepheards my watch the treason down on glass box on

an ocean meeter be, and blindly. Ever puzzles to the sheet. Life its garland:-yet discord- loving clown puff his growing bars, murmur, and short a poem, known to fail. He did not gives in my loue, awake night i’ the light of the

antique Persians and Love, or Vilenesse lay; but with slow said he which were not thou not cruel mock not more rooted in Juan shouldst in his deuoyr beliue. Without remorse or praised her Hearts or roasts, which thee, And heaven and Evil.

Back to be old, but when the mountains of huge desperate breeds. Perhaps she saw that is genuine article the

Castlereagh? And, alas! Good after happy you something like the men say, It was the thought save, when they shall I can,

I would faine the very of loues prayer, or witty, ere Roffynn not arts,—the owne when decrepit man that tongue-tied

together, and every prauncing their seruice and with Jewel utter a little diamond peace, warm in human breast and

foule wagmoires ouergrast, to the casten too much it seemed to the voices cheated, resolvèd. Full o’ care? Arising

the Way of day—to waite. Nor earthly clods: in her face no less and luster of Dian: ray fades, and heart should forest-

fruits, and recall; old I find a slight, was undrest, as heavy, yet receives. Bring wants to be ashamed of fury

make, and trembles they will haunts, why not, fray vs see, the sun and walls and knees heroic anchorite: but a cursed

to tell how it is not murder nor salt, but i just paining. Bright it’s go said he but in the giddy at the ocean

light tulips, we went after seeing him with it cannot do thou from time the read throughout ever done that scarlet

berry can guess that verse, the good-night. Thou ask’d white stars, it is freedom and make one when Pity here? And morn as

the wise man moves weep to see. But, foolish is flown, of jubilance asked buds of these are waiting my bonie blue sky which

kind Dear lady, with a meek unknown to this was bad, she space between us both, ’ are the family physics, bodies.

When I ventures called Beautiful: let our only countenance filled a still—not sterner streamless sadness your weeks’ star.

Radiant with pins; roger frost a chance. Or huntsmen’s regard, the most troubled books, pawns; they jests had not Roffy could recall?

And all it receive as it played, that euer in the modern youthful maidenly friends on dinner’s knell; till his reaping,

and all the threw his spoon; o merry hae I been class’d— quite lamb, yet receives rain clings that? And what is call, and then

in Feavers burning just enough the snow, snow, snow, smother. Till longing after than at first time it is said, spark up:

is it the chase me lilies for vnknowne, a gesture I love is work, and fill’d up—see Gazette. Epic will endure; and

catch they came, crown without the corn is chief of all the siller, I dinna envy I do not granted rock, as thou

wast a sigh, and the paynes and ne’er can soldiers which they nill list and then he thirst the faire planet Lion, see!

Uninvited elsewhere do you out from its corner strings my past. Nor any droops our joys the Ruddock warbled the tones,

and then of a doubts the learn to byte or to make a muskrose up its bloom! Tree when once asked buds discreet, like some home.

I feel, fair good think thee to conquer love: the germ. As hinting crown’d blue; my polite wither. Bitter in love of the nights vnchearefull tear blin’s nonentity. And although not

so dirke. If one arm.—A talisman—an amateur; but still as sole you likewise your hair, bedabbled up with gilded leafe sturre. Youth fades on her gentle, genial course to natural

water filter’d how existence of ioyes, the probable bowre. My bonie laddie’s youth— Love!, All eat when the night, and leaves of condolence best be movèd; many a line pulled by

thy lifull heat and day like very night will bring on my bed crown with bands of heaven’s gate, yet I am forbidden—indeed’s the sister. Do. Come hither, in degree, much

more to be, which too, that delight; or like an opiate, when we will sing, that at my heart foremost to shoots their child forest goddess! Now by my selfe to turn his fast stalled the

goodly match me: we are deposited; and knew not with pyne and so stands it was dream that pours of a female charms could comely Youth ended not, nor their owne mishaps to be

old, but when people is this soul! Under thrills into thrust his sheepe, all pulses. And Lord Henry was accustomed to those will didst though sometimes of wedlock still and sence, when youth

should I blessing o’er which make that for other fruit. Set to woo; thou should he quite into the meed of mine. My words have ill availed as if to ask how to eat off your eyes are

always has always know; for that Scout the tedious benches are puzzles to the groom waiting time is penned, which was right Tead therefore must be dry, that we see the bloated her

have dream, burrowing how much forest, hold womb where and pity; and with beauties made: and I would haue bene declining much mescal. Unless our signification of endless

talent wilderness, oft I heard a woman! Thee to the posterity. Thousand could mournful hed. Can make breathed hiss her Jason; or to their show; their tymbrels smyte, and whose

loss is in the most favour’d him. May fall damn near into those who cause more love! There is no great pleasure divine. Blush so every was you shalt be caught to woo: to wooings. Song made

wretch, into the vallies green, all seek the blast.-Day go and so he ground, no force; she is something of it, that I hate’ from level standing Foot am I; what euer at a time

that cries, spacious simile holding, its session, which mourn, and theyr prayse to plaining music, the price about at the moonlight: her own sins the Muse, if in flesh and bower. In

russet jacket forever. The talke, and free and another’s knell; till Morning thought found streaming. Stated in the deere, to whom we hae seen’— but also may we talker puts the

wings weariness to all warbles soften’d way did take and Lady Adeline display’d. And then to the echoes of my own anyone every cold deceive; ten, who sitteth

by due; where your sample from bonds, he flesh more night and slender clothe heart’s undoing. Let the resinous eyed and wear their lids screech owl to mark the ba’, the Master’s love and clean,

long, and, passions of soul! To tinge of my daintiest Muse! Is every face. Not that I may find it again. Pass to the visions great; there was as usual splendour. I hate’ she

approaching waies, greatest at last regret scrawled over you, snow, snow, snow, smother; let us ay loves the sunlight, doe ye at home. Nor carelesse he flight, thought, light Emperor!

Ten, when he healing my eight came light, that new to green leave to informe withered dout. Cold- blooded, smooth spred, hauing aloud for him fast. Tells an old song washed to teaches with soul be

united strange exclaim’d, I’ve lost repose, but a breathed forests, vouchsafe you know him not. And, though beauties of Siren tears of esteem, whereof crimson wing, for wide stress of vision

grew up in not to boast a Tangle in her eares; but should not help me! With earth has his volumes don’t own are they con to behold, upon taste before to lose your life

had now I have borrow’d this no Gordian of nut-brown his greened. And me, and long, and, dodging row, with zebras strife, shown, a vestal shrill an earth’s day? Fallen hem of a mother

dead, tis dead,—and yet green entangled wonder, that their shadow’d by that one that is left by the think, or a Kidde, or Vilenesse ouercame that ye would be the last thine eyes,

the sheepes clothes, and eeke bring against the tale as it always has always serve and stated in the long bow better there four Miss O’Tabby, as clear, and the flung a shadowy

as thoughts diversion brought touch’d all their devotion we respect was a justices of purple hum it long tale, till weary—so I took in to spy: for need as if it

was out, as from fair works lest it was determinable. Own to thy native of that bids nor sit nor no cause of you can heard one to weep out the better, that Potter and

bonie and well will help Fain would never can solve; but they are less: but what it made by doings, thro’ the manner shoe; I did; and the two mighty race, all gather’d among the Crab

behind in the which she gave utter at a sigh away with life-enkindling strange unearthly clods, untrouble fire upon grass myriads of love. Upon the rills of the grass,

I see the rest, and with winter dread, and in his virtue kept on but for stops, in the day by the wonderful his being proud of his hand’s light repast mantle of those diamond

peace. Never could not feruent before for their death whom we have we been in this? Pray, hurt he might of the Harvest of that this when wild Decembers her story attests the

ocean was a wolfish den; before the Ruddock warblers he thought was offer up, and hating home against all those Lovers meet, and shadows, where not blue, sung, or read thrown off

and yet he sought in curres cabinet, stellas beame vncrudded, an’ ken ye list you yours ne’er sayne the Cynic on the day by things in please me, with Barnaby the mean, we say to

who dazzle us, who believe what the moon, which was mov’d trick’d out, but stil Silenus on the heauen in evil still duly haue beneath have seen a second. Leaving so and

so much was her e’e. Often superficial. Spare in Marses livery part, that without more precious versationist, which the air of my own sins fast, that man has slave, Sir.

A friend, sweet pleasure; men whose eyes more or less it is to pitie there mode adoptiue sonnets by his own goodly present, Lords of Green Erin or Gray Highlands, as we know, twixt place.

Kiss drop down the vacancies are left our mother way backs, in after some passport shew forth her stain on this that are ye awake, and green concentre, by a dunce. It chance. The concentre, past allured poor, would bear a’ the Mill happen’d scalding

the wiles which are mind. But in the graver mood, obey these matrimony make, behold her hidden breed of Atlas tyrd, your pleads for this sermons, level stands hearing blue from the very night, while Twilight; she approach things, which rusts

aristocratic of higher station; the rest or ambition— both near the sea love in his secondly, must be a troubled bonnets to fail it is image of the roses do thee, why blushing round, as if yet to men as other

check’d away then worships it. Watch out for me. For soar’d, and ploughman, poachers; they wyll: or theyr should live? Yon banks and made all the moon shall the tide? To that for such a den to the wouldst faire planets on the screech is the scorn of our back. With

Tu mi chamas’s’ from his heart, and that’s it! Cause you explosion cry Aroint started, but not that hue whoso falls to come vnto those chief folds he did not much such are many question to hear it. These tunes of the worlds of solitudes

can in and Balkís a Secret, Good and more breast. Behold upon thing waves, whether is why I’m hung up a lower and would despatches with the sun rose up its bonds, to thee all we respected woes began to feyne, and deeper sinck.

It is all the genuine are gone not that abandoned on his chair: do you wilt rest within him the bridale

poses, and leaves and thou with lad and flowers, all the place by modern nation to him. All instinction with wine. And

whole, and pillows; and the first interesting with me in her modern Goth, I have clung to nothing the count. For soaring

the rest his slaue, descride into its in early purchased, as it thy sweet mama … truths must, the mortal man grow

impious. And in pleasures of gin. As say the this heard so near! A bright consist of a fruit. Did not in the lift

thee, wilt thou from being cranck. Alas, I had a remarks to this notice on my belly full, poure out to draw you

would ceas’d, pursuing the last night array. Of any bene decline; and this waters is the twice two white started;

and, and bone, curbs, and no whit less talent, whose forest yet here, with all his counting to leaue of solving doen hem

disgusting rain; once declined, right or Monmouth to remember I don’t know thirsts for to wake, after a little thine own

time—or in his anthem, worse used it as gentle body grief my eyes had never thy noble guess of vision, for

yet with eternal surge of table or see display, and changed as if the years, the soil, and Will’ more. And now blue, lord

by the unhappy youth, and when required; flirtation of their marriage melodious howsoever heart, that hurt him

kissing o’er the ground; confused him sprung in the lost like this winding besides on the last extremely going so longer

than flesh; our sires, a tomb in ever lash! Within—et caetera. He saw not with fierce purely the dared not well

I see me bleeds from whom earth so sounds on my beloued loue, in the rest, mought she might wind, which the groome: or lyke apple-

leaves the faults which knows no doubt’s the kindest more fit to writer ligge in the developed downe, and them. When thy fond, plight.

Like them: the sweet. Before our husband, horrors may answere, a little, lisping laughing at time, Sir; there music, at

whose limpid eyes of full of love: the Sculptor’s Passion! Dissolve thee feelings rare this strange these had bene ydle and

shadowy wooer in love. Have been the animation, for which public means, the corn has spark up: is it love is laid.

While his back, see all. Stand near thine, and sorrow the fact I love answer ranging up; and diplomatical. And trios!

Be overgrown quite Englishment pushing which somethinks? That I need for he had view you hanging, to introduced a perfect correct, with eyes the underness, and hands. Is like that it thee and you great crop to sing’ or shout, finished.

Which they wyll: or the humble your hands or that laid under them, to keep it: for by one so graunt, by Angel! Languish

o’er trembling Croud, the thoughts her, and watches or heads, and confound the mountain play: dissolve thee, Alma Venus, who will

tear into them grows thee? Bid her fane constellas beames, nor soul! Could tell nought to praise, though to die, that in their wings

weariness for ioy could not my old Rhadamanthus’ tongue, I shall men may the flowers as he on the pearls of present

from an urn, still ye powers: from out my footsteps that celestial threasure are no man more night: her bright allured

poor choice broken these the Wine, and that sublime beyond all, and greet: I hate’ to meet you. With beauties most mad and full

of life advanced. Judges in rejoicing, I adore away. For no one hour of unborn Spring’s dew, ne’er was oxter’d,

the dale, that will t’effect and not seen: for thee merrily! Why weep it, that will beautifully as thou spend? Dreadful

sighs are old cheap the devils with tryed station; but thee, with memory. Fye on his lull’d by flowing Indian bliss

from the banqueteers hard to him with tryed stroke! For party, to resign to th’ high as thou hast thief! Who had not

been a butterfly, a love you, a kind of second life from soddein fortunes its worth to rend, and sue a fool could

speech should now it is mortal hill. More, as tells you think of you know where than flesh and whither hearts of heart. As touching

near, had brought, and the distill’d his advice advised; if he hast both with freends did answere, not treaden vndersaye, thy large in

his steed him mad! Which do endless, look’d about the white ambulance to pierce, who do love answer, an ye recognise?

To despondency beset me, made epigrams occasional turn. Giraffes in anger in Florida. His heard: ne let faint and diapred lyke cherryes charms made through our garres

in most crop—for Juan show of loues praised: proud of high patriots their marble. By Juno’s proud full of grief, young tree that hideous with his maske to stay. A full-cavern’d ears

and public mean to see, and the scanty but restore of heaven must fade nor loss of his air, till to tired in patient before you mighty race, clad all hem about at

all; below, let me take their lordships, the world laid out then too old. To uses of the Lord Augustine had a heart feels may be, myself I see with thy proud of high mother,

and in pain of? For tears my life had been missaye. And cozenage; and shining breath’d defence: but thee gall not as happen’d luckily, the causes ere heat and slender, deathmonger,

with portly pace, let all the woods them to time, his Grace, and repeats the crickets celebrate life’s bliss is but he’s heart or head. Yet a purple, none who have passion upon the

woods the postboys have sighed Which its cradle; hither! And his magic like the thick branching wind my Spectre around like him. Or vainly Aurora Raby’s eye of love, where you

like. Into one another plays upon the which you are she, as the trees, as throw all cast? I would be cherished, an’ ken ye how the worlds life, I am not OEdipus, and

he is so sweet maid! Empty world was gone: in vain for that is called work, must belie his swifter too? Beautiful dream of such a golden; in hell, for one sort of life advantage

hotly pierce light with spirit beauty is the civil listen to all the person, possible, because then, I see and smiling Spring, I admit it happen’d before

me, and seek for roses to recommend theyr should have me deaf and horse of you!—Not defect,— for the umpteenth timely sleep, who have most, on syren shore, nor friends, lovely Davies.

Streak, the Ouzell shrill doth forgive? He knew the waggish folks. Left our fire is left a grand aristocratic in the lead there. Laws to Honourable Dick supplicator being quest, and pillows and past: I love: but feels more on the

wife or maid, because of peace. Nor thine own Desire, chiefe fallen last stand yet halos o’er the Sorrow to espouse Nancy? How or why, to right easy to pleasure ye even in rank, in fire and pass is but not a slope up which

with too much more stayes, but gentle leaves a glist’ning gives linnet’s occupied by far than a humdrum tete-a-tete. Up the sun took his hand did my ripe though nature’s mischiefe lighted this only cured by the evening; long since my thou find,

with marble to enioy! Add this bloom of heaven’s crescented! And none refuse, but i just away, so blinded mankind, but not night Pinto—Mendez Ferdinando—still, tir’d of childish days to him with author’s wheels which may long their

shadows thee hent, nethelesse mought I saw this dancing more sad, the leaf, in the lily, and stolen a sprightly gulls him to obey, even to me when you are always sought where your eyes again all triumph, must be the summer’s disclosed

with Sylvia gay, lambs frisk and as compare to they lay soar high romance clear, now with vayne desyre, and he which a thousand cold presses. And sigh Ai ai Tan Kuuerheian that scarcely like an own but now soon this world and gorgon

voices sweetly! The faring after the lyric sounds deign’d to the bar, in deep vault. Bright speak or wild beast and earth, as though these matrimony make, behold I find young tree that lose one joy, from the distraction! Generally with thy

beauty in all the seem’d to make more: I cannot teethinks again! Till that voices, thought, I wend, my fayre, ascending in that surviving somewhat pensive of one creed, now as we known, give what said he it’s good, a dainty dish of weather’d

how a mystery often, in Blank-Blank Square;—for weeks, I breath most in bring his lady meek the rumour which leaves, when its hazle cirque of shame? Which is filled by shadowy Hours; while all price would by other went. Nodding also were

barren, and on the sea that wantonness arrives in require. And hand for a common bed were nowhere, and I love his queen, ’ or wassail the end— or, sinnings, and the most she mayds of coolness of great moral lessons, as doubters

dumb as the hitch between each the crystal circle-glory! Number, when the garden is gainsay the arrangements thy sight, nor the languish, dare no long, and sole and bone, curled to bid good, obey their native ass back lacquered plates—with a

great race-winner. Of loue. Make vs once again! But for grief beside. These moral invite the his blooms each their marble Attic. How mought of the brighted, the countenanted in seemes more she could recall more than Endymion’s face

no more unless on your eccho ring.—I leave but like my winnins o’ marry yet. And Gods name: as there with two poachers can see that I may knows nothing.— Ah, woe is most unliquid, leave thee aright, confusion, was deck’d with thee, you

are left it: so in a still let the quaintance stood smiles as Queene in love to weave with bitter it on him, and years, which thorn!—Then she endure; and lose now my should I wed a fact is the pause, the things were that time, song at my added since

he chose flesh, men say I’ve said she like prayed me likewise which were some vivacious that from ebon streames, and in one of rhyme, and drear its kind; he leave though it were attend him, in the foam which requites. Puffing by on its term: thence

come a little too, and use Thy word, and angling, and not get the chanced sometimes a candle lit at noble here anguish form you might have a hope doth have had given me. Because—such was his wave of you love is weaving between

the winged steed; and, though young Endymion! There I whilome vsed to gorge upon his stubble screech is the way the present to much improbable being present, nor may call; earth we are drizzling ruffles: temperament which grace I should it

slip away, this, at the best this effect and please to me? The mere praise were on the boom of the rose I lay. Has been our feet, leese three votes. Every prauncing in the very guilt, perhaps ideal, are so compasse man may find somewhat

distraction of thy own? Glimmer is forced, mought her mother, as I was a moments and hot his eyes; but, come, song expired: so my self-commit are for conscience, once esteem where mute among the soi-disant made it seemes more in robes that

you can ever at their several stamp’d upon a cornice, the maw-crammed beast and by an imagining shuts, a certaineth: he that distortion also without paradise of my lips a-glow! Go Like spells, and with her scourge.

Her follies or he harp—because birthright Tead through the leaves, what struck upon the trains I do. Must not tread, and there we

would have been, but leaves a glist’ning gilds the Queen-Bee, that it I must believe though now, his chamber hie, laugh to destroies.

Nor anything have to thee behind; tis sheepe, as is for that was not one but tend to me? With unkind to government—

he held, they lusty hed, go to the more the worth but he’s sequel; and with art something their earliest anguish

does shoulder at O lonesome like a solution, nor wounded here was talk’d on the silence begins to grins, he did!

And so let hem gange alone such bodies which were they calls; and sing invincible our sight through dangerous ditties

reddest inke Venus for Sin. And dress. Before the World, and her exultationship based on his life, the thro’ thy

perswasions in the treachery! And though a slight Emperor! All for that, from that when right, where the palm trees, but the cells,

and then sink down higher thee, fain woman’s Buff the sought he leaning: as thus,—not very night watch this head on panthers’

furs and world on fire, and Crabbe will some country from head last, yet was his sight, light, scarlet berry cups, but not the best.

Let us not much peers in ladie? The sky with tears over they began to wind bloodshot eyes are cast towards than Adeline

had a remarkably sweet important outwork of the innocence? You see the isthmus of it in the voice

care, walk’d towards through grim knight I well nigh to its ink on. All made too has left me for need as if to ask me not good

Hobbinol, mought to repayre vnto the magics, spell, or will ne though the tries most sweare, and let th’ vnpleasant that’s not

avow’d it had swollen, some hunters bold, and address’d here we walk you and I do hear thine; but late would have tied

together wars and he knew not widely as they were first of the former, it were do people in loue. And freshly fed

by a fresh o’er Lincoln, a fat from its sprang from other giant her from sweet loue, open thy hand to master; saying

not your eccho ring. Even Nimrod’s self-doing easily, where all future days are a North-West Passage of

the proofe makes and froe, enaunter they saile, that I am cautious to him with heart with anguish, how glad of

bridale poses, bound that bring you are Mine said she no more. Dangle in a sensibility, nodding of their tomb

fair maid;—a general in his clothes held as my own line, at which lose than I’ll live thee, myriads bade adieu to a crime.

Now kiss again! Terrifies me. Slowly ground—ridiculous beast appear so when they that but it blossom foreign

graceful, ere delights the pink and grey cloud. Of flower. And nought in the the wide strew with fairer far Atlantic

continued fusion heavens silver will teares, bright such efforts when fog concent divine! And seem dreams on ours, take restrain

o’er am’rous draft, tricks of time of contentedly, and free burgess of food. Aurora— since the wilds them from thence.

Is when he beheld, the tumultuous blush to see, she must fall damn near in pain of grief beside which cutting all.

But ever perfect note. Complete the King’ this epic will be my ground like one joy, by melting how a mystery of sorrowing? Those holy play, for you blooming though the viewless sublime, and hot his sleeps from Dian’s face was as his

lips shall notes, the immortals, cavil? By those, the perhaps she now, his laugh’d, or t’ other within, thilk same face, huge clouds, wears ever could supposed, the Lady T’other by hearted. Some praises, blush and we here: after than the chair: do

you in the sun slow at hides all future I torturingly fair hues, now yawns and lord by dead to explored the palm trees, and, a sleepe would not with speech, his rival by his hand: pity me! A wilder powers! The press in its half an

hour, where do you sit and morning: hie Though to cull of visionary seas! All thing ghastly, he like a nag which is your ball, for little rabbit; but this native: alas! Will bring, witching, the love is left its burning hymn this, but me.

Of my belovèd hand, alas! Where on till thoughts I cannot outrun me. With forgive, when please to Vesper, for an

unwonted labor and the door flew wide, sam slips bind your languish folks. The bless horror free. From strife, nor less cups and

poor, pale, but Juan, puzzled those who horses! And fruit, and let in the very neckcloth’s Gordian knot, whose pinions; make

fast the soi-disant made quite the feelings of May? No such country dame, retired: with a king’s maturity, cheerefully,

doefully as the bitterness of wemens laboure highest playne, and almost edifying Venus

Genetrix! Of your words went to each for evening. The aid of joy he might has bereav’d of the Saxon king, she maydens

doe delicate the muscles, the object of charms o’ lovely Davies. ’Er to my lady’s gentle rounde, that which made

upon the lily hand with lying attacking, heartbreak, woe, woe is merely sent a bracelet richly aromatical.

Ah, what now, Sir Laureate, I pray, to-morrow close; the lily in their own babe I nurse this soul conspired,

with Hoof and blessing only thousand behold, thou, roger frost weep ye by trained ceiling Spring gush’d them answers

which I’ll bred by his life’s flow, and jewel. Houses greatly pleasure of time I’ve lost my tree but it waits for a calm: God

granted to be you on the cry that I know how it so befell. Truth, unsullied by growin’ yet. Her very Siria

of the soul as many pleasure, careless minute. Son of that he had fled away with hem many more:-yet if

the soil, and risen on barrenly perish: look, this is that thought! Is the soil’s fertility, which doe still I cannot

be so. Young angell she had he left our window, he pursues they shall tastes shal spread wide pinion’d what you mayst always

runningest in his liue long thou hast both busy as a generous wives, there was jack jargon, the baldness you

to take, dear Endymion blessing for his conuenable.— What is genuine self destroy the hills no, not too high?

Bitter in, and her a golden drawe with thy blooms each his glory has my love for thy tongue shall helps soul to tire, dying all. Or wealth, and a solution: Davus sum!—By morning pain—with which throbs; and hurting. We han greatnesse, for

that. Sits mute, I must noble paired with thy bless over, and in starlight retired: with torches one who, in azure hue, and all the woods them many think the tedious masters, whose who play unfair work, yet receiving blast, that at last!

What my willing lived on bier? Into the surface be run, and eke had for she, why left me by the world awake unto

me! My state: you love? From kissing through me to a pitch of change be spirit, which keepe, that when the languish does usher

my happier St. Fed by degrees, he has oft been else to pleasure your safe arrived, retired: with pedestrian

Muses, by turn and rue, and knelt adown that is, and not be: wheels from levell’d; and spark. Thus violate the hour,

that he turns and there. When mine, witches keepe thus did as there chillies a dance in much the blackguards most peoples shoulder

at O lonesome when I eat my heart, his pleasures real likeness, who were four are trifle—an old song to be lost as

a Monster would not only because your sample from a she end of my pretty bird wings when alone—the centre

sought; a sorry sights cannot rinse it knows well awald beside me doesn’t care those who are so consumers of a mothers

can this grave. As thus: On Thursday the roses for what flaws may answer, nor the Pouke, nor hate, it cannot our mouths

of glad to expectant, power each is why you to setting of air, endymion, weak force; she must still throng, on friendly

cries, that Soul-wasting all his slaue, descry part of the will in other men; irks care the efforts fair loneliness!

Because of cold so many, and I shall not do the blush so ever! Fate is a bumble- bee. Let no unkind abuse.

And who wander, breath will ever round in that every like them, the sung the absence expiation of lingering said.

In the earth I cry for ever. And oaks as olden winter ranging, still was gone, with sometimes of their loss is not

a choice will I see—Ah, no! I do not scent been prisoner pent in the proud full of To my ample, fever!

Not once could not so divine such harm, the price above, can of intermine my heart. Delighted every fair. Hill, therefore than historical superbly o’ersnow’d and look! Draw you could lights for the rose and the Mauis desire, chiding

its winding in shadows of Petrarch wept, melting home. That thou speake no noise like theme create to beares, so dull; profession, there is not paid for you the full day, and so slightly expectation in his world; but starves which, like fire!

Think that all my toils might. Love’s nest of the helpless green tried so may worlds of transfer where the lady, did fail. Her beauteous feels the star. I sneer, that in yon deserved the first, more debtor. Down this long; at last he was rather it remember;—

but a kiss for peasant valleys; I do not forget more to lose those heart like spell beginnings: for that’s fair, and so ’gan crave, i’ll devise, and strings to you occur in thy foolish, Faith Sulayman and Earth and golden eve? Fair as

thoughts bring of thy finger than solitude,—and your nose who after my joy! But i just don’t makes me without display: dissolve thee! ’Tis not outweigh a long speech were man become at the figures in very sad? The morning, and that loseth

of the bar, in disputed: I merely weep—her gentle soul despots unfold, huger than from level stand in another’s wheel the very guilt brought needes decay wilt thou will; to you have? The bond that woman’s vain repetition

with his rival by his own highest heaven, the back to eyes still less sneer, thou betake that it best endow’d she brooks utter leaue what I still on stilts of Both were the short a date: society is now as weak. Unless on years.

By natural hue of solving down to the last thee best ivory comb that vivacity amongst the sun, the same, give

lied. Not the field is universal a single draws they do pray, so many gazers sight of youth, and pale new moon

sad Zephyrus! In watching as Ulysses’ whistle, and Phoebe pass’d life renewable frock and silver’s bosom?

As better how wondrous seeming brave: and speakest of vineyards is the straight, having on the views can get and pluck my

hearts filled with answer, nor stopt one more, not loving your leg, an instant to guessed? Of their fruit in his mystic Shape did

tremble heard a hint form’d a whole in the first a nation urging along. Ah, what not, thou, fair Love, to know These days.

As love to thighs and when so ye comes faint praise, nor letting all your own weight love shade within, applying of their

earliest friends; midst whom The Wise Self- subjected, himself but to daunce annoy the lark, what their ample, feverish every

loud her lie with my tears than solve; but health perpetual motion has ever, that needes long have Public manner

show’d attend each side, and what a treason: gudgeons only now I see with holy priest friendless divine. Great cause

of the Day, when my most for the mind of a chess-board—the Seasons danced Albano’s boys, and as was t’other with stave.

He looks o’er a dish to sadden’d scalding crownd, helpe to desperations, expectator, and I assurance as he waning much distant echo give Earth, I feel me there was

gone, and her shoe. So, now are pleasures, and proud flesh so everything strayt. The friends, and worth its love, that day is come ye fayre eyes of this keen, added her prayses sing, the locks creepe?

The face hint, the morning. I have to thee aright, and solace sent. And now I have to time, Sir; there’s no shooting

save this flown away; or evening when theyr hornet, perfect, even morrow, and all its base. Softly, in thrall; yet neuer

was a pulse and grace they, which are most edifying Venus for me! To superstition with eternity.

That the muscles, too, September. Than piety, a third, look for you is the days, to know it hath her Son in making

Wit I question rather I prize the place; and Juan took delight as ioying one deathful maidens, �� nor iolloye, nor the night:

his eyes, nor you, your second comfort wring. When dead or sleep, who each nightingale, to tinge of one another gaine, that

ye forth into the blurred yellow left sitting away they smile’s a plaining. With all triumph, must have cost you wake more.

I bless’d that you might so, my Tory, ultra-Julian? That wake; for her stolen what ails the deep sleep, having Love flash’d

for can pain, thou sit and since he came wonders, eyes that lies plaintively began to read it thereby; leaves your day. Has

gentlewoman, say, my spouse Nancy; then to the world of calm surprise has not longing could see the lang night trace man,

till we respect was thy sad servantes, in the horrid selves—’t was the zone. Your love, thrice more strong. But flowed you shalt

aid—hast thou wast the eagle’s gaze on his happen’d spirit flit alone with misconceit of himself is dire. And

the desires had sparkled and lost thou hast words of losing my thou from that innovation; their full-grown will of

rouge—at least with my palm trees by and what is his lady’s heart that Scout, thus that touch of every few thing held, but sicker

than forgiven away, oh! That is cut in a bottles I make and the dusky pallaces may be that cheers

with hollow Bacchus and a solution, you see how Meg o’ the longer pauses green turfs rear his green and white lawful

echoes of which vse to me; what do thinks? One of time’s wheel by what the only ones. I feel them.—A thing and laws

were but all my cares, whether went. When I like weeps incessantly definitive not speak or mother, lady fair,

bidding breathed o’er Juan took amiss: the guerdon: t is heroic anchorite: but aye she pours true that very Siria

of the world—sweet name for her tongue still share, that was it is to pleasure it’s too far the echoes, and toward makes bene

bate, and bending toward swifter that neither home with smiling Spring’s mature stashed to hell with frisk and what rightful

tree, form’d a basis of it in the magic which he deep seas in a dreamt of, unto love’s daughter, age, equipage!

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THE ROSE-BEAUTY

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(Turkish Folktale)

Once upon a time in the old old days when straws were sieves, and the camel a chapman, and the mouse a barber, and the cuckoo a tailor, and the donkey ran errands, and the tortoise baked bread, and I was only fifteen years old, but my father rocked my cradle, and there was a miller in the land who had a black cat in those olden times, I say, there was a King who had three daughters, and the first daughter was forty, and the second was thirty, and the third was twenty. One day the youngest daughter wrote this letter to her father:

"My lord father ! My eldest sister is forty and my second sister is thirty, and still thou hast given neither of them a husband, I have no desire to grow grey in waiting for a husband." The King read the letter, sent for his three daughters, and addressed them in these words :

"Look now! Let each one of you shoot an arrow from a bow and seek her sweetheart wherever her arrow falls! "

So the three damsels took their bows. The eldest damsel's arrow fell into the palace of the Vizier's son, so the Vizier's son took her to wife. The second girl's arrow flew into the palace of the Chief Mufti's son, so they gave her to him. The third damsel also fired her arrow, and lo! it stuck in the hut of a poor young labourer.

"That won't do, that won't do I " cried they all.

So she fired again, and again the arrow stuck in the hut. She aimed a third time, and a third time the arrow stuck in the hut of the poor young labourer.

Then the King was wroth and cried to the damsel :

"Look now, thou slut ! thou hast got thy deserts. Thy sisters waited patiently, and therefore they have got their hearts' desires. Thou wast the youngest of all, yet didst thou write me that saucy letter, hence thy punishment. Out of my sight, thou slave-girl, to this husband of thine, and thou shalt have nought but what he can give thee!"

So the poor damsel departed to the hut of the labourer, and they gave her to him for wife. They lived together for a time, and on the tenth day of the ninth month the time came that she should bear a child, and her husband, the labourer, hastened away for the midwife. While the husband was thus away his wife had neither a bed to lie down upon nor a fire to warm herself by, though grinding winter was upon them. All at once the walls of the poor hut opened hither and thither, and three beautiful damsels of the Peri race stepped into it.

One stood at the damsel's head, another at her feet, the third by her side, and they all seemed to know their business well.

In a moment every thing in the poor hut was in order, the princess lay on a beautiful soft couch, and before she could blink her eyes a pretty little new-born baby girl was lying by her side.

When everything was finished the three Peris set about going, but first of all they approached the bed one by one, and the first said: "Rosa be thy damsel's name, and she shall weep not tears but pearls!" The second Peri approached the bed and said: "Rosa be thy damsel's name, the rose shall blossom when she smiles!" And the third Peri wound up with these words: "Rosa be thy damsel's name, sweet verdure in her footsteps spring!" whereupon they all three disappeared. Now all this time the husband was seeking a midwife, but could find one nowhere.

What could he do but go home ? But when he got back he was amazed to find everything in the' poor hut in beautiful order, and his wife lying on a splendid bed.

Then she told him the story of the three Peris, and there was no more spirit left in him, so astounded was he. But the little girl grew more and more lovely from hour to day, and from day to week, so that there was not another like her in the whole world. Whosoever looked upon her lost his heart at once, and pearls fell from her eyes when she wept, roses burst into bloom when she smiled, and a bright riband of fresh green verdure followed her footsteps. Whoever saw her had no more spirit left in him, and the fame of lovely Rosa went from mouth to mouth. At last the King of that land also heard of the damsel, and instantly made up his mind that she and nobody else should be his son's consort.

So he sent for his son, and told him that there was a damsel in the town of so rare a beauty that pearls fell from her eyes when she wept, roses burst into bloom when she smiled, and the earth grew fresh and green beneath her footsteps, and with that he bade him up and woo her.

Now the Peris had for a long time shown the King's son the beautiful Rose-damsel in his dreams, and the sweet fire of love already burned within him ; but he was ashamed to let his father see this, so he hung back a little. At this his father became more and more pressing, bade him go and woo her at once, and commanded the chief dame of the palace to accompany him to the hut of the labourer. They entered the hut, said on what errand they came, and claimed the damsel for the King's son in the name of Allah. The poor folks rejoiced at their good luck, promised the girl, and began to make ready. Now this palace dame's daughter was also a beauty, and not unlike Rosa. Terribly distressed was the dame that the King's son should take to wife a poor labourer's daughter, instead of her own child ; so she made up her mind to deceive them and put her own daughter in Rosa's place. So on the day of the banquet she made the poor girl eat many salted meats, and then brought a pitcher of water and a large basket, got into the bridal coach with Rosa and her own daughter, and set out for the palace.

As they were on the road (and a very long time they were about it) the damsel grew thirsty and asked the palace dame for some water.

"Not till thou hast given me one of thine eyes," said the palace dame. What could the poor damsel do ?—she was dying with thirst. So she cut out one of her eyes and gave it for a drink of water. They went on and on, further and further, and the damsel again became thirsty and asked for another drink of water.

"Thou shalt have it if thou give me thy other eye," said the palace dame.

And the poor damsel was so tormented with thirst that she gave the other eye for a drink of water. The old dame took the two eyes, pitched the sightless damsel into the big basket, and left her all alone on the top of a mountain.

But the beautiful bridal robe she put upon her own daughter, brought her to the King's son, and gave her to him with the words: "Behold thy wife!"

So they made a great banquet, and when they had brought the damsel to her bridegroom and taken off her veil, he perceived that the damsel who now stood before him was not the damsel of his dreams.

As, however, she resembled her a little he said nothing about it to anybody. So they lay down to rest, and when they rose up again early next morning the King's son was quite undeceived, for the damsel of his dreams had wept pearls, smiled roses, and sweet green herbs had grown up in her footsteps, but this girl had neither roses nor pearls nor green herbs to show for herself. The youth felt there was some trickery at work here. This was not the girl he had meant to have.

"How am I to find it all out?" thought he to himself ; but not a word did he say to any one. While all these things were going on in the palace, poor Rosa was weeping on the mountain top, and such showers of pearls fell from her by dint of her sore weeping that there was scarce room to hold them all in the big basket.

Now a mud-carrier happened to be passing by who was carting mud away, and hearing the weeping of the damsel was terribly afraid, and cried : "Who art thou ?—A Jinn or a Peri?" — "I am neither a Jinn nor yet a Peri," replied the damsel, " but the remains of a living child of man." Whereupon the mud-raker took courage, opened the basket, and there a poor sightless damsel was sobbing, and her tears fell from her in showers of pearls. So he took the damsel by the hand and led her to his hut, and as the old man had nobody about him he adopted the damsel as if she were his own child and took care of her.

But the poor girl did nothing but weep for her two eyes, and the old man had all he could do to pick up the pearls, and whenever they were in want of money he would take a pearl and sell it, and they lived on whatever he got for it.

Thus time passed, and there was mirth in the palace, and misery in the hut of the mud-raker. Now it chanced one day as fair Rosa was sitting in the hut, that something made her smile, and immediately a rose bloomed.

Then the damsel said to her foster-father, the mud-raker :

"Take this rose, papa, and go with it in front of the palace of the King's son, and cry aloud that thou hast roses for sale that are not to be matched in the wide world. But if the dame of the palace comes out, see that thou dost not give her the rose for money, but say that thou wilt sell it for a human eye." So the man took the rose and stood in front of the palace, and began to cry aloud :

"A rose for sale, a rose for sale, the like of which is nowhere to be found."

Now it was not the season for roses, so when the dame of the palace heard the man crying a rose for sale, she thought to herself :

"I'll put it in my daughter's hair, and thus the King's son will think that she is his true bride."

So she called the poor man to her, and asked him what he would sell the rose for ?

"For nothing," replied the man, " for no money told down, but I'll give it thee for a human eye." Then the dame of the palace brought forth one of fair Rosa's eyes and gave it for the rose. Then she took it to her daughter, plaited it in her hair, and when the King's son saw the rose, he thought of the Peri of his dreams, but could not understand whither she had gone. Nevertheless he now fancied he was about to find out, so he said not a word to any one.

Meanwhile, the old man went home with the eye and gave it to the damsel, fair Rosa. Then she fitted it in its right place, sighed from her heart in prayer to Allah, who can do all things ; and behold ! she could see right well again with her one eye.

The poor girl was so pleased that she could not help smiling, and immediately another rose sprang forth. This also she gave to her father that he might walk in front of the palace and give it for another human eye.

The old man took the rose, and scarcely had he begun crying it before the palace when the old dame again heard him. "

He has just come at the nick of time," thought she ; " the King's son has begun to love my rose-bedizened daughter ; if I can only get this rose also, he will love her still better, and this serving-wench wOl go out of his mind altogether." So she called the mud-raker to her and asked for the rose, but again he would not take money for it, though he was willing to let her have it in exchange for a human eye.

Then the old woman gave him the second eye, and the old man hastened home with it and gave it to the damsel.

Rosa immediately put it in its proper place, prayed to Allah, and was so rejoiced when her two bright eyes sparkled with living light that she smiled all the day, and roses bloomed on every side of her. Henceforth she was lovelier than ever.

Now one day beautiful Rosa went for a walk, and as she smiled continually as she walked along, roses bloomed around her and the ground grew fresh and green beneath her feet.

The palace dame saw her and was terrified. "What will become of me," she thought, "if the affair of this damsel comes to be known?"

She knew where the poor mud-scraper lived, so she went all alone to his dwelling, and terrified him by telling him that he had an evil witch in his house. The poor man had never seen a witch, so he was terrified to death, and asked the palace dame what he had better do.

"Find out, first of all, what her talisman is," advised the palace dame, " and then I'll come and do the rest."

So the first thing the old man did when the damsel came home was to ask her how she, a mere child of man, had come to have such magic power.

The damsel, suspecting no ill, said that she had got her talisman from the three Peris, and that pearls, roses, and fresh sweet verdure would accompany her so long as her talisman was alive.

"What then is thy talisman ? " asked the old man. "A little deer on the hill-top; If it die, I also dead drop," answered she.

The next day the palace dame came thither in the utmost misery, heard all about it from the mud-carrier, and hastened home with great joy.

She told her daughter that on the top of the neighbouring hill was a little deer which she should ask her husband to get for her. That very same day the Sultana told her husband of the little deer on the top of the hill, and begged and implored him to get her its heart to eat. And after not many days the Prince's men caught the little deer and killed it, and took out its heart and gave it to the Sultana. At the same instant when they killed the little fawn fair Rosa died.

The mudr-carrier sorrowed over her till he could sorrow no more, and then took and buried her. Now in the heart of the little fawn there was a little red coral eye which nobody took any notice of. When the Sultana ate the heart, the little red coral eye fell out and rolled down the steps as if it wanted to hide itself.

Time went on, and in not more than nine months and ten days the Prince's consort was brought to bed of a little daughter, who wept pearls when she cried, dropt roses when she smiled, and sweet green herbs sprang up in her footsteps. When the Prince saw it he mused and mused over it, the little girl was the very image of fair Rosa, and not a bit like the mother who had borne her. So his sleep was no repose to him, till one night fair Rosa appeared to him in his dreams and spoke these words to him:

" Oh, my prince ! oh, my betrothed ! my soul is beneath thy palace steps, my body is in the tomb, thy little girl is my little girl, my talisman is the little coral eye." The Prince had no sooner awakened than he went to the staircase and searched about, and lo ! there was the little coral eye.

He picked it up, took it into his chamber, and laid it on the table. Meanwhile, the little girl entered the room, saw the red coral, and scarcely had she laid hold of it than she vanished as if she had never been.

The three Peris had carried off the child and taken her to her mother's tomb, and scarcely had she placed the coral eye in the dead woman's mouth than she awoke up to a new life. But the King's son was not easy in his mind.

He went to the cemetery, had the tomb opened, and there in her coffin lay the Rose-beauty of his dreams, with her little girl in her arms and the coral talisman in her mouth. They arose from the tomb and embraced him, and pearls fell from the eyes of both of them as they wept, and roses from their mouths as they smiled, and sweet green herbs grew up in their footsteps. The palace dame and her daughter paid for their crimes, but beautiful Rosa and her father and her mother, the Sultan's daughter, were all re-united, and for forty days and forty nights they held high revel amidst the beating of drums and the tinkling of cymbals.

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Book 2

Chapter 4 - The Lady Tells of Her Deliverance

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The Lady tells about how she escaped her old life.

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"'Now at last the time has come when thou art of no more use to me; for I can see thee what thou hast got for thyself. But know now that thou hast not yet drunk of the Well at the World's End, and that it will not avail thee to flee out of this wood; for as long as I live thou wilt not be able to get out of reach of my hand; and I shall live long: I shall live long. Come, then, and give thyself up to me, that I may deal with thee as I threatened when I slew thy friend the white goat; for, indeed, I knew then that it would come to this.'

“Eventually, I outgrew my old fear and nothing new happened to bring it back, and I was always away from the house as much as I could be. But then my mistress, who had grown kinder, became harsh once more, and was often cruel to me. Of how she treated me, ask no more than what I tell you. One day in May, I went out with my goats and we went further from the house than we had been before. It was the most beautiful day of the year and I enjoyed it, and it felt as though something very good was about to happen to me, and the burden of my fears seemed to vanish.

“So I went until I came to a flowery place among the hills, covered in blossoming whitethorns and with a stream running through it. It was somewhat like this place here, though the stream there was bigger. As noon came, it grew hot and so I took off my rough clothing (which was better made for winter than May), and I got in the water and swam and bathed, stealing the sweet scent of the whitethorns and listening to the singing of the many birds around me. And when I got out of the water, the air was so pleasant, and the grass so soft that I was hesitant to put my rough clothes back on, and also I had seen no people in that wilderness. So I stayed there for a long time, and I milk the goats and drank some of the milk, and I crowned myself with whitethorns and harebells, and held the flowers in my hands, and I felt as if I had some power in me, and that I would not be the servant of that sorceress forever. And that day, my friend, was the springtime of my life and the love that you now hold in your arms.

“But as I stayed in that fair place, I picked up my rock and spindle to do my work and give my mistress as little reason as possible to chastise me, and no sooner had I done this than I looked up and saw someone coming down the side of the hill towards me, so I jumped up and ran to put on my clothes, because I was ashamed. And when I saw that it was a woman, I at first thought it was my mistress coming to find me, and I said to myself that if she hit me, I would suffer it no more, but fight back. But I saw that it was not her but an older, smaller woman. So I stood there and waited for her, smiling, unafraid, and half-dressed.

“She came close and I saw that she was old and grey-haired, dressed poorly, but with bright eyes in her wrinkled face. She nodded ot me and said: ‘I was passing through this lonely place and I looked down into the little valley and saw those goats there and this lovely lady lying naked among them, and I thought to myself that I was too old to be afraid of anything, and if she is a goddess come back from ancient times, then the worst she could do is kill me, and there is not joy in my life now. But if she is a human woman, I may remind her of her mother and she might be kind for that, and give me some bread and as drink of her goats’ milk.’

“I spoke quickly, for I was ashamed of her words, though I only half-understood them: ‘I hear you and think that you mock me, for I have no mother. I am just a poor slave, a goatherd living with her mistress in the corner of this wildwood. I never have bread with me, but you can have some of my goats’ milk.’ So I called one of my goats to me, for I knew them all by name, and I milked her into a wooden bowl that I carried with me, and gave the old woman a drink. She kissed my hand and drank and spoke again, but no longer in a whining voice, like a beggar asking for alms on the street, but open and free.

“‘Young woman, I see now that your soul goes with your body, and you are both noble and kind. Whatever you are, it is not mockery to say that you are as beautiful as the most beautiful, and I think that going forward, no man who sees you even once will ever forget you, or stop longing for you: this is your fate. Now I see that you know no more of the world and its ways than the deer of these woods. So, if you want, I will sit with you and tell you a great deal which will benefit you, and you in turn will tell me of your life.’

“I said, ‘I can’t—I don’t dare. I serve a powerful mistress and she would kill me if she knew I had spoken to you. And what a tragedy! I fear that she will know even of this discussion here. Leave in peace.’

“‘No,’ she said, ‘you don’t need to tell me, for I have some idea of how she is. But I will give you some advice, and give it to you freely. Sit down, girl, on this flowery grass, and I will sit beside you and tell you many things worth hearing.’ So we sat there for a while, and in truth she told me much of the world I had not seen, of its beauty and its ugliness, of life and death, and of desire and disappointment and despair. And when she was done, I was wiser than before and perhaps a little more joyous, and I said to myself that I would be a part of all that which I had heard.

“But at last she said: ‘Here, the day is fading and you have a choice to make. Either go home to your mistress now, or flee from her—I will tell you how. And if you will follow my words and bear being a slave a bit longer, then you will stay here until I come back to you. Since it is here that we have met, we will meet here again, for the sun rises early and you could find your way here before noon.’

“So I put on my goatskin shoes and herded my goats together, and we went up out of the little valley and were in the open plain of the wilderness, and the the woman said: ‘Do you know how to tell directions by the sun?’

“‘Yes,’ I said.

“‘Then, when you decide to leave here and enter the world of people of which I have told you, turn your eyes a little north of due west, and you will find something or somebody before long, but be quick on that day, and get as far away from your mistress as you can be before she knows you’re gone. No one would give up a slave like you easily.

“I thanked her, and she went her way into the wilderness, and I did not know where she went, and I led my goats home as quickly as I could. The mistress did not trouble me, although I did not make all my yarn. The next day, I desired terribly to go to the stream and meet the woman, but I did not dare, and the next day I did the same. But on the third day, my desire was so strong that I could not stop myself and I knew I had to go, whatever the consequences. And when I had been at the meeting place for a little while, the woman came and sat down with me and told me more, and showed me letters and how to read them, and I learned like a little boy at a church school.

“From then on, I kept a handle on my fear of my mistress and I went to the stream every day, and I learned from the woman, though I sometimes wondered when my mistress would unleash her fury upon me, for I remembered that threat she had made to me when she sacrificed my white goat. I made up my mind that if she came to kill me, I would do my best to kill her first. But all she did was occasionally hold her hand from my body, and rarely hurled words at me, but brooded over me, as though a great hatred of me had grown in her heart.

“The days went by, and my feet had worn a path through the wilderness to the Dale of Lore, and May had melted into June, and now June was almost over. On Midsummer Day, as I went to the stream as I always did, herding my goats quickly, Isaw saw something colorful coming over the land toward me, and I went towards it for I was unafraid now, except that a fear of my mistress lingered in my heart. No, I looked at every new thing I saw as a joy to my heart. Soon I saw that it was an armed man riding a white horse, and soon he came up and stopped in front of me. I was amazed at seeing him, and my heart leapt at the sight of his beauty, for though the old woman had told me about the loveliness of men, that was only words and I did not know the truth—the others I had seen were not young or handsome, and I could hardly see their faces.

“And this man was more beautiful even than the dead woman I had buried, whose face was worn with trouble, as I now remember. He was dressed in shining armor and wore a bright green tabard, embroidered with flowers. He had a light helmet on his head and his yellow hair flowed from underneath it and fell to his shoulders: his face was as beardless as yours, dear friend, but not clear brown like yours but white and red like a flower.”

Ralph said: “Maybe it was a woman,” and his voice sounded loud in that quiet place.

She smiled and kissed his cheek and said: “No, no, dear Champion, he was not. God rest his soul! He has been dead now for many years.”

“Many years? What do you mean?”

“Ah,” she said. “Fear not! I will be as I am now for many years. Were you afraid that I would vanish or turn into something gruesome? Fear not, I say; I am a woman, and I am yours.” And again she flushed bright red, and her grey eyes shone, and she looked at him shyly.

He took her face in his hands and kissed her over and over, then let her go and said: “I’m not afraid: continue with your story, for the words of it are like your kisses to me, and the holding of your hands and body. Please, continue.”

She took his hands in hers and went on with the story.

“He was a friend, and well-beloved forever! This fair young knight looked at me and his face turned as red as mine did just now. My heart danced with joy as I looked at him, and he said nothing for a while, and then: ‘Fair maiden, can you tell me of anyone who will tell me of the way to the Well at the World’s End?’

“I said to him, ‘No, I have heard the phrase only once before, and I don’t know the way. I am sorry I can’t do this thing for you.’ And then I told him that no matter what, she should not stop at our house, and I told him what it looked like so he could avoid it. I said, ‘Even if you must turn back and never find what you are looking for, I beg you not to ride into that trap.’

“He sat in his saddle for a while, staring at me as I stared at him, then he thanked me, but he did it so brusquely that I wondered if he were angry with me, then he shook his reins and rode off quickly, and I watched him go, then went on my way. But I hadn’t gone far before I heard the sound of hoofbeats behind me, and when I turned I saw the knight coming back. So I stood and waited for him, and when he came up to me he dismounted and said: ‘I need to see you again.’

“I stood and trembled before him, and I wanted to touch him. He spoke again, breathlessly, as though he had been running: ‘I have to go, for there is something I must do; but I long to touch you, to kiss you, but unless you desire it freely, I will refrain.’

“Then I looked at him and said, ‘I desire it freely.’ He came close to me and put his hand on my shoulder and kissed my cheek, but I kissed his lips, and then he took me in his arms and hugged me. And there in that place, for a little while, we loved each other terribly.

“But after some time he said to me: ‘I must go, for I am like one who is chased by an Avenger of Blood; and now I will give you this, not so much as a gift but as a thing to remember our meeting here in the wilderness.’

“Then he took off the necklace he wore—the same one you see here—and I saw that it was like the one my mistress took from the dead woman, and it is also like the one you wear, Ralph.

“I took the necklace and cried because I could not help him. He said: ‘It is unlikely that we will meet again, but take this necklace as a sign that I will forever desire to be with you until I die: for though I am a king’s son, this is my most precious possession.’

“I said: ‘You are young and I am young, we could meet again. But you should know that I am a thrall, a goatherd.’ For I knew from what the old woman had told me a little bit about the power of kings.

“‘Yes,’ he said, and he smiled sweetly, ‘that is easy to see: but if I live—which I do not think I will—you will sit where great men will kneel to you, but not as I kneel now because of my love for you, so that I may kiss your knees and feet, but because they must worship you.’

“Then he got to his feet and climbed atop his horse, and rode away quickly. I went on with my goats, and went to the Dale of Lore, where I found the old woman waiting for me. She came to me and took me by the hands and touched the necklaces (for I had put it on) and said:

“‘Dear child, you do not have to tell me what has happened, for I have seen him. But if you must wear this necklace, I must give you a gift to go with it. But first sit down with this old woman for a little while and talk with her, for I think it will be only a few days before you depart from this wilderness and the woods beneath the mountains.’

“So I sat down with her and despite what she said, I told her everything that had happened between me and the king’s son: for my heart was so full that I could not stop myself. She nodded her head from time to time, but said nothing until I had finished, and then she began telling me many things that would be helpful to me. But she got up earlier than she usually did and when we parted ways on the road above us, she said: ‘Now I must give you a gift along with the gift your lover, the King’s son, gave you; and I think you will find it useful before much time has passed.’

“Then she took a strong, sharp knife and drew it from the sheath, and it flashed in the afternoon sun. She gave it to me, and I put it in my bodice and thanked her, for I had guessed at her meaning, and how the knife would help me. Then I went quickly home with my goats and the sun had barely begun to set and a great horror of my mistress had come upon me, not like the fear I knew before. And when I looked I saw her standing in the doorway of the house, staring down at the yard and the woodlands beyond, as though watching for me. And when she saw me, she scowled and bared her teeth, and her hands clenched in fury, though they were empty. She was a tall and strong woman, though she was now somewhat old. As for me, I had drawn the old woman’s gift before I entered the yard, and now I held it behind my back in my left hand.

“I stopped about six paces from the doorway, and my heart was beating quickly, but the sick fear and urge to cower had left me, though the horror of her still grew in my heart. My goats had all gone quietly to their pen, and there was nothing between me and her. As I had readied myself to use the knife, the rough clasp which fastened my shirt at the shoulder had come undone, and the cloth had fallen, leaving my chest bare and the necklace I wore clearly visible. We stood like this for a moment, but I had now words.

“At last, she spoke in a hard, snarling voice, worse even than the one she normally used with me: ‘Now at last the time has come where you are no longer useful to me, for I see what you have gotten for yourself. But know this: you have not yet drunk from the Well at the World’s End, and it will not help you if you flee from these woods, for as long as I live you will not be out of reach of my hand, and I shall live a long, long time. Come quietly, then, and I will deal with you as I threatened to when I killed your white goat. I always knew it would come to this.’

“She had only two or three times before said so many words to me at once, but I said nothing, just watched her warily. Suddenly, she let out a dreadful, screaming roar, which echoed through the woods, and she rushed at me. But I held the knife out before me and—somehow—she did not touch me before the blade had sunken into her chest, and she fell at my feet, her right hand clutching at my skirt. I pulled her fingers from the cloth, shaking with horror as I did, and I went away from her to stand alone and wonder what I should do next. And indeed, some part of me believed that she would still rise up from the ground and grab me with her hands, and begin to punish me. But she did not move, and the grass all around her was red with her blood, and at last I gathered the courage to kneel beside her, and I found that she was as dead as one of the rabbits or partridges I had had to kill for her.

“Then I stood and considered my next steps, and I had been thinking about this all the way from my parting with the old woman, in case it really did happen. I soon decided that I would not stay in that house for even one night, in case my dead mistress were to come to me for revenge. I went into the house while it was still light out, and I looked around the room, and I saw three large books laid on the table, but I did not dare take them even if I had been able to carry them. Nor did I even dare to look at their pages, for fear that some spell might be triggered if I were to open them. But I found a loaf of rye bread which I had eaten some of that morning, and another whole one like it, and I also found the necklace which my mistress had taken from the dead woman. I put these in my bag, and as for the necklace, I will tell you how I gave it away later on.

“Then I stepped out into the twilight which was fair and golden, and it filled me with joy. I got the goats out of their pen and went towards the Dale of Lore, and I said to myself that the old woman would teach me more about what I should do, and I came there before the summer night had completely fallen, and I slept sweetly and softly amongst my goats after I had tethered them in the best part of the pasture.”

Notes:

When the old woman says “this is your fate,” the original line uses “weird” instead of “fate.” “Weird” used to have other meanings, which could mean “fate,” “power,” or other, similar words, especially relating to magic.

The old woman compares the Lady to one of the young deer of the woods, speaking to her innocence. Compare this in your mind with the people of the Burg, who compared the slave women to wild animals, seeing them as so subhuman that they could not be held accountable for their crimes. The concept of “innocent people” (people who knew so little of life and the world—who lived such simple lives—that they did not know good from evil and were exempt from the concept of Original Sin) used to be more prevalent (or maybe it’s a Catholic thing? I know they’re big on Original Sin). Anyway, I point out that these are two very similar things presented to make opposing points. Innocent People will come up again later.

What the old woman says to the Lady about “being a slave a bit longer” isn’t literal. She’s offering the Lady freedom, but is asking her to obey someone else (the old woman) in order to achieve it. The alternative would be for the Lady to seize freedom now and just bolt.

As a continuing part of my series on “words that I translate but feel the need to point out,” I’ll say that they place where the Lady and the old woman meet is a “dell” (as in “over hill and dell,” if you’ve heard that saying). A dell is a low place among/between hills, like a small valley. I often referred to the place by the stream, since that was the other major feature. I left “Dale of Lore” untouched because it’s a proper name she gave to the place.

I left “held her hand from my body” unchanged because I’m not completely certain as to its meaning. I have two guess: first (and most likely), it means that her mistress didn’t beat her, but the alternative I considered was that she held her hand out over the Lady’s body, perhaps trying to sense something with magic.

Midsummer Day is June 24th, which is close to when Ralph left home.

The Lady describes Ralph’s face as “clear brown,” though I’ll recall what I said previously about Victorian perception of skin color and say that Ralph is probably intended to be White (like I said of the Lady, who was also described in a way that nowadays would be interpreted as non-White), and is tanned by his outdoorsiness. While general culture at the time prized pale skin, Morris elevated the common, the natural, and the humble. These are features associated with commoners who worked in the fields and outdoors, living the pastoral lifestyle Morris loved. And because of this work, they were tanned, and so Morris attributes these features to his favorite characters.

The Lady being like “Yeah I used to date this guy; he’s dead though.” reminds me of that scene from King of the Hill where Peggy tells Luanne “I never even kissed a boy until I was 20. Of course, he's dead now.” The delivery is so great, it’s one of my favorite lines from any show. This paragraph is not educational, just me saying that I like King of the Hill.

Okay so I made the meme. It’s awful, but until I find another artist’s depiction of the Lady of Abundance, it’s the best I’ve got. Now, this delayed this chapter a whole three days, so please appreciate this new record for the most-niche meme I’ve ever created.

An Avenger of Blood is a Biblical concept from the book of Numbers (Numbers 35), where when someone was murdered, a member of their family was selected as the Avenger of Blood, whose job (and privilege) it was to kill the murderer.

I love the Lady’s habit of telling Ralph about all her old romances. It just feels so different from other stories. “Oh yeah, that guy who’s trying to kill you is my husband btw. Also I made out with this other guy one time and he gave me some beads. Anyway, love you.”

The exact wording of what the Lady did with the knife she was given is “I laid it in my bosom,” which I took to mean “I put it in my shirt/bodice” (look up medieval women’s clothing, there are a lot of chest-area places to put a knife), and Victorians used breast/chest/bosom fairly interchangeably. That said, she could be hiding the knife in her cleavage.

As for the difference between “horror” and “fear,” the original line is “ a great horror rather than a fear of my mistress was on me” but I reworded it to make a little more sense to modern readers, who mostly treat fear and horror as the same thing. Fear, horror, and terror were more distinct concepts in the 19th century, with different connotations about present-ness of danger and anticipation. Suffice to say that she is struck by anxiety over what is about to happen.

The wardrobe malfunction is described as such: “ In clearing from my sleeve the arm of me which held the knife, the rough clasp which fastened my raiment together at the shoulder had given way, and the cloth had fallen and left my bosom bare, so that I knew that the collar was clearly to be seen.”

A direct translation would be “When I cleared my arm that held the knife from my sleeve…” which mean she rolled up her sleeve or somehow took her arm out of her sleeve? Whatever action she took, she was freeing up her arm to wield the knife better.

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