#✼ * verse / where the wild roses grow.

[goodlucksnez]

Lovesick another oc story

I bet you all, are tired of hearing about mine and @dr-ground-zero OC'S but too bad. I love them- Speaking of love welcome our 2 newest counsel members Casanova and spirit

Casanova is basically a valentine day embodiment and their partner spirit who is basically just the embodiment of the night

this fic is like 90% set up and like 10% snez sorry- i got carried away describing them and their relationship

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Lovesick

High above earth clouds, ancient elemental live in peace and harmony. Well, most of the time. Beings who had been here since the dawn of the new era, who have seen wars, rebirth, society grow and expand, there is a small garden grown with ancient powers. The grasses, delicate and soft, sway gently in the breeze, their pastel hues of pale greens, pinks, and blues creating a soothing, dreamlike landscape. The trees, tall and majestic, shimmer with a mystical glow. Their leaves are a mix of silver and gold, and when the sunlight filters through them, it creates a dazzling display of light and shadow on the ground below. This is where the birth of love is made- at least that is what Casanova thought.

Casanova had been around since 300 AD, he was an idea back then and did not really gain power until Saint Valentine in 500 AD. He was a striking figure, with vibrant pink hair that matched the petals of the trees and eyes that shimmered like rare gems. He walked with an aura of light and wishful thinking. After all being the element of love, one looks at the world through rose-colored glasses, no red flags to be seen. He admired love! The artistry and dedication. The vastness of the chase and how no matter how hard the humans tried to study it, quantify it, there was something unidentifiable; so natural and raw, it left him breathless.

Now being well versed in the world of love and romance, you would think he would have a partner. Well truth be told he didn’t. He had just had a century-long admiration that if you asked him he would say they were just good friends. He wanted them to be more but every time he tried to ask them he would chicken out. “The timing isn’t right, or I don’t know if he likes me back” Numerous excuses filled his brain. And so the two of them stayed good friends, until the prior week.

Spirit had been around longer than Casanova. A tamer of wild beasts.  A model figure for the mythical and the out-of-sight. And the bringer of night. Spirit’s air is one of calm and tranquility, yet it holds an underlying sense of vast power and ancient wisdom. He is both a nurturing presence, offering solace in the quiet of night, and a formidable force, capable of invoking fear and awe. His connection to the night makes him a protector of dreams and a guardian of the secrets hidden in darkness.

Throughout his time had had seen many things, both beautiful and dangerous. He was a quiet individual wanting to stay in the shadows, an observer. That changed when Casanova began taking a liking to him. His cheery disposition and overview of life were so refreshing that he found himself smiling when thinking about him. This feeling continued to grow until finally he asked Casanova out and he quickly agreed to a first date.

Casanova had everything prepared: a wicker basket filled with delicacies, a cozy blanket, and a picturesque spot under a sprawling cherry tree. The light danced playfully across the grass and trees, creating a mesmerizing interplay of brightness and shadow. The air is filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, their petals delicate and in every shade of pastel imaginable. Yet, there was one small hitch—he had caught a cold. His nose was tinged pink, his eyes were watery, and he stifled sneezes behind tissues.

Despite his sniffles, he was determined. He wanted this day to be perfect. He sniffed back congestion and began to set out the picnic scene. His heart raced with a mix of excitement and nerves. The vibrant pink petals fluttered gently around him, creating a serene and romantic atmosphere. Just as he was finishing setting out the plates, the all too familiar feeling of a sneeze came back to him. The issue with his sneezes is they tend to take a long time. He would be sitting as one as his elements described “hitching limbo” until he finally sneezed.

He took out a tissue from his hoodie and held it to his nose and waited. Finally, after what felt like forever he dove forward into the tissue. “Hh…h-hihh… Ih'shuhh! Ih'yishuu! heh'ushuu! Ngh!”

“Bless you.” said a whisper in the night, and Casanova wiped his head to see Spirit leaning against the tree watching him. “I thought it would be best to not distract you while that was happening, glad you finally got it out.”

He blushed before replying. “Thanks, um please sit down.” As he sat down Casanova made a mental note: nothing is going to ruin this date.

 "I made some grilled cheese sandwiches, and fruit salad, and brought a thermos of hot tea," he said trying to not cringe at how stuffy he sounded.

Spirit smiled, his eyes twinkling with appreciation. "That sounds perfect," he replied, reaching for a sandwich. "Thank you for going to all this effort despite not feeling well."

Casanova blinked and sniffed before responding. “I am feeling fine, and this was no trouble at all.”

Spirit rolled his eyes “Clearly you are fine, I mean I have a flushed face and watery eyes when I feel fine as well.” Casanova opened his mouth to retort back but a tickle took his breath, and he tried to speak but he found his breath was betraying him. “I as..hehh assure you I feel- Hh…hehh…hihh..perfectly fine. Its noth- hihh ing.”

Spirit felt bad for him, he had put so much effort into this date and yet he was miserable in a place of pure beauty, he could not let this continue..

"Cas, you really don't look well," Spirit said gently, placing a hand on his arm. "Maybe we should cut the date short and get you home. You need to rest."

Casanova "I don’t Hh…hehh…hihh want to hihh ruin our chance, what if this never ha- Hh…h-hihh… Ih'shuhh! Ih'yishuu! heh'ushuu!.happens again.”

Spirit shook his head, his expression soft and understanding. "Bless you!! We will get another chance, so do you think I am so shallow that I would let a few adorable sneezes get in the way of our love? No. I love you, all of you and if that means waiting a few more days, I can wait. I waited this long, what is a few more days. Now let's get you home so you can rest and get better."

Cas blushed and took out a pink scarf he had been wanting to put on and wrapped it tightly around himself. His nose twitched and he quickly turned away from Spirit who was already packing up the basket. “Hh…h-hihh… Ih'shuhh! Ih'yishuu! heh'ushuu…h-hihh… Ih'shuhh! heh'ushuu!”

With the basket in one hand and his other arm around Cas for support, Spirit guided him out of the garden and towards his home. Cas leaned on him, grateful for his care and understanding.

When they arrived at Casanova’s home, Spirit helped him inside and settled him on the couch. He fetched a blanket and wrapped it around him, his movements gentle and caring. "You should get some rest," he said softly, brushing a strand of pink hair from his forehead. "I'll make you some tea before I go."

Cas looked up at him, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you. You're amazing. I lo-..love…you…. Hh…h-hihh… Ih'shuhh! Ih'yishuu! heh'ushuu!"

Spirit kissed his forehead, “I love you too.”

-the end-

[bproccoli]

it was a cloudless night. the moon hung high, cold light filtering through the window and casting angled shadows across the room. it made todd's limbs look unnaturally long as he walked the short distance to the opposite bed.

the mattress dipped down as he sat causing neil to open his eyes.

"what's wrong?" he asked, worried.

"i should be asking you," todd replied with a yawn, gesturing behind him. "i could hear you toss and turn all the way over there."

"did i wake you? sorry. i couldn't sleep"

"nervous for tomorrow?"

"a little," neil smiled. "rather than nerves it's more… excitement."

goosebumps formed along todd's arms from the cold.

neil noticed, adjusting his position before lifting the edge of the blanket. "here."

todd slipped inside, naturally gravitating towards the warm spot left by neil's body heat. his entire demeanor relaxed, sinking into the soft sheets, surrounded by a comforting scent, faint but familiar—neil's.

"want me to run lines with you?"

"you look like you're about to fall asleep any second."

"with how much i read the script, i can even recite it with my eyes closed."

a quiet laugh. todd felt—more than heard—it from where his and neil's shoulders were touching, separated only by the fabric of their clothes.

"is that so?"

"is that a challenge?"

"no, but go ahead." neil softly nudged todd with his shoulder.

todd started reciting the first verse that came to mind. it was oberon's.

i pray thee, give it me.

his hands wandered as he recalled each line, unable to stay still.

i know a bank where the wild thyme blows,

at first, fiddling with the edge of his shirt, just for something to do.

where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,

then it moved, to the left. like root to water, like moth to flame, towards neil.

quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,

until their pinkies touched, followed by the rest of their fingers, palm resting against the other's.

with sweet musk-roses and with eglantine:

neil's hand felt slightly cold. todd held it tighter to keep him warm.

there sleeps titania sometime of the night,

there was a rustle, as neil turned to look at todd.

Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight;

and another, as todd looked back.

And there the snake throws her enamell'd skin,

he saw neil smiling, so gently, so fondly, that he almost forgot what he was going to say next.

weed wide… enough to wrap a fairy in:

neil laughed, dimples showing and todd's mind went completely blank except for one thought.

if he kissed it, would it sink even deeper?

and so he did, lightly, a swift brush of lips against skin.

neil froze mid-laugh, caught by surprise. todd watched as neil's wide-eyed expression faded from his face, as he slowly processed what happened, as his adam's apple unconsciously bobbed up and down his throat.

silence.

"what's next?" neil's voice was quiet, barely above a whisper.

todd's eyes flitted towards neil's lips.

neil caught it. fighting back a smile he asked, "the next line. what is it?"

"...i forgot. "

"you said you could recite it with your eyes closed."

todd stared at neil—eyes bright under the moonlight, back was the playful glint that had been absent the past few days. and so todd played along, he recalled the entire verse in his head until he reached the line where he previously stopped. then, he continued. and as he spoke, each line soft and breathy, he inched closer and closer to neil. until all that's left between them were warm exhales caressing each other's cheeks.

at the end of it all, he smiled, and asked quietly.

"can you kiss me now?"

neil's lips parted as he sucked in a breath. a beat, before puck's lines flowed from his tongue effortlessly, like second nature. only, it now carried a different meaning.

every word purposeful, he replied.

"fear not, my lord, your servant shall do so."

[satureja13]

Every day, since the Council raided their dorms and they caught Morgan when they returned from the Tandoori Palace, Vlad found a single red rose on his nightstand.

A little later - Sebastian and Kiyoshi were hanging out until...

Kiyoshi: "Vlad..." Vlad already changed. Ji Ho and him/Luci hadn't charged the bond since Luci left. Soon he would lose control.

Kiyoshi: "Vlad! You must subdue it! They can't find out!"

Vlad: "No Kiyoshi. You must go and tell them. I don't know what the plan is, but we need you to keep your position within the Council. They know how close we are. If you don't tell them, they will mistrust you."

Kiyoshi: "Gods, Vlad." Vlad: "You know that I'm right."

Principal Prescott: "Well done, Ito. I must admit I was hesistant to keep you here. But you proved your loyalty to the Council."

Let's hope they do the right thing. (And that Jack never finds out that Kiyoshi betrayed Vlad to the Council…) Morgan is crying... how can Vlad choose certain death for him and his friends over her...

Vlad: "We will overcome this." A single tear ran down Kiyoshi's face... and then he left. (Ah these two! -> Best of Vlad and Kiyoshi)

[Verse 5: Kylie Minogue] On the third day, he took me to the river He showed me the roses and we kissed And the last thing I heard was a muttered word As he knelt above me with a rock in his fist

[Verse 6: Nick Cave] On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow She lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die" And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth

Where The Wild Roses Grow - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds ft. Kylie Minogue

(If you've never seen the MV I recommend to watch it (tw murder) but it's so beautiful)

Outtakes That pose again!

From the Beginning  ~  Underwater Love ~  Latest

[girlfox]

do you mind telling us more abt her modern au? not her idol one, but her floriculturist lady ballerina one!

i would love to!

in  my  modern  au,  ahri  is  still  an  ancient  𝐊𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐇𝐎,  some  hundreds  of  years  old—  she's  watched  the  passage  of  time  flow  by  her,  and  always  kept  the  world  around  her  at  arm's  length. her  relationships  have  always  been  superficial  or  a  means  to  an  ends. in  this  universe,  ahri  abides  by  more  traditional  mythos  of  the  kumiho  and  does  seek  out  humans  to  hunt  and  eat  on  a  regular  basis,  whereas  her  canon  verse  is  capable  of  controlling  this  urge  to  a  good  extent,  and  really  only  needs  essence  over  organs. this  hunger  makes  forming  deep  bonds  difficult,  but  it's  never  truly  bothered  her. ahri  has  always  been  a  lonely  creature.      in  recent  years,  ahri  found  her  home  with  the  𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐋  𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓  𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐘,  putting  her  natural  dancing  talents  on  display. most  of  her  endeavors  until  now  have  been  a  means  to  pass  the  time  and  integrate  with  society  meaningfully,  to  avoid  suspicion,  but  this... ahri  genuinely  found  a  love  for  dance.

she  would  quickly  rise  up  the  ranks,  even  being  considered  for  prima  ballerina. truly,  ahri  moved  with  a  grace  and  nimbleness  not  seen  in  many,  and  though  much  of  this  could  be  owed  to  her  own  natural  talent,  carrying  the  instinctual  poise  and  finesse  of  a  fox  assisted  greatly. she  would  attend  shows  across  the  country  and  perform  solos,  accruing  fans  and  admirers  alike  over  the  years. naturally,  ahri  thrived  under  the  spotlight,  soaking  up  the  abundance  of  adoration  and  affection;  she  lived  for  it.      such  great  love  came  from  and  for  one  man  in  particular:  another  dancer  in  her  company,  one  whom  she'd  fallen  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃  𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒  for,  for  the  first  time  in  what  felt  like  eons. swept  up  in  the  glittery  lights  and  her  rose-tinted  love  affair,  ahri  would  claim  to  not  be  in  her  right  mind  the  day  she  vulnerably  exposed  her  true  nature  to  her  lover. that  day  would  be  her  last  within  the  world  of  ballet.      at  the  reveal  of  her  fine-pointed  claws  and  nine,  swishing  tails,  her  lover  broke  down  in  horror,  and  ultimately  met  his  demise  at  her  hand. what  choice  was  there,  after  all?  he  was  screaming. it'd  frightened  her,  shocked  her  to  her  core;  was  this  truly  his  reaction  to  ahri  undoing  her  vulnerability  right  before  him?  ah,  and  then  she'd  remembered  why  she  didn't  let  anyone  in. alas,  the  fox's  heart  walls  erected  themselves  once  more.      ahri  disposed  of  his  body  like  any  other,  though  not  with  much  care. they  would  always  been  dragged  behind  a  dumpster,  left  in  some  bushes,  or  thrown  into  a  river  to  bloat  up. soon  after,  ahri  dropped  the  identity  she'd  forged  in  seoul  and  caught  the  next  train  out  towards  busan.

quietly,  ahri  would  set  up  shop  in  a  quaint  𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄  𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍  somewhere  along  the  coast. it  smelled  of  sea  salt  and  fresh  caught  fish,  and  she  was  quick  to  plant  her  roots  in  a  rundown  shop  overgrown  with  wild  foliage  in  it's  forgotten  state. while  much  of  it  was  left  in  it's  natural  state,  ahri  was  quick  to  get  her  new  life  in  motion  and  tidied  it  up  enough  to  turn  it  into  a  local  shop. there,  she  would  study  𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐌—  the  study  of  flowers,  flower  care  and  advanced  flower  breeding.      the  back  of  shop  contained  a  staircase  that  led  up  to  a  small  home  with  a  rooftop  garden,  where  ahri  would  conduct  all  her  floricultural  endeavors  and  set  to  growing  her  own  crops. her  shop,  though  slowly  built  up,  eventually  became  a  niche  local  attraction  for  unique  flower  bouquets  and  gardening  expertise.      though,  despite  her  shop's  popularity,  ahri  herself  remained  adamant  on  keeping  other's  at  arms  length  once  more,  vowing  to  never  allow  someone  in. the  fox  has  become  somewhat  of  a  mystery  to  the  locals,  as  an  exquisitely  beautiful  woman  who  refuses  the  advances  of  marriage  prospects,  seems  to  keep  to  herself  entirely,  and  is  almost  ghost-like  in  the  way  she  flits  through  town  as  needed  and  returns  to  her  abode. nonetheless,  her  beauty  and  charm  are  enough  to  keep  her  reputation  above  water,  as  more  of  an  attractive  enigma  than  anything  else.

... despite  the  calm,  peaceful  life  ahri  has  carefully  crafted  for  herself  now,  this  is  not  to  forget  what  she  is. a  beast  through  and  through,  she  still  needs  𝐓𝐎  𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐃. shortly  after  her  arrival  in  town,  whispers  of  tourists  going  missing  have  begun  to  sprout,  though  ahri  brushes  them  all  off  as  the  tales  of  bored  fisherman's  wives,  with  the  prettiest  laugh,  naturally.      yet,  she  would  spend  her  nights  digging  in  her  garden  against  lantern  light,  creating  holes  approximately  6  feet  in  length  and  3  feet  deep. it's  for  a  special  fertilizer,  ahri  insists,  and  well—  her  flowers  are  of  the  most  breath-taking,  unique  beauty,  blooming  in  colors  and  sizes  not  yet  seen  before.

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒:

she's lived in her seaside town for approximately three years at this point. ahri is an established resident, who's thoroughly charmed the rest of the town .. literally and magically. if she's ever risen suspicion, her magic is immediately utilized to sway the minds of her neighbors.

she enjoys setting up a farmer's market booth every weekend to sell special bouquets, plants, spare herbs, etc. she'll even take custom orders to make for you on the spot.

spends a ton of her time reading in her garden, soaking up the sunlight. she's almost always reading some sort of book on floriculturalism. ahri tends to drown herself into whatever career path she's chosen that decade.

still loves to dance! she doesn't do it often anymore, but if she does, it's probably just in her own home for a few minutes. for fun.

never lets anyone over to her house. she's careful about keeping her garden neat and normal looking, but she does have a washing station inside of a tiny shed that's coated in blood stains, with bloody rags in the sink and buckets of fleshy bits and pieces under it. it's seriously serial killer material, but she really does just harvest the good parts aka the heart and liver & buries the rest.

her garden itself is completely out of control, but .. it's also a controlled out-of-control? ahri is fully aware of the inner workings of her garden and trims it as needed, she just prefers to let nature do it's thing. it's overflowing, like walking into a miniature rooftop forest. speaking of, her rooftop is surrounded on all sides by trees and tall fences, so there's not really any chance of someone sneaking a peek.

some of her previous pursuits over the centuries include painting, medicinal plant research, a very brief stint trying to learn surgery which provided useful skills, burlesque until she killed one of the girls backstage and had to charm thirty different people to forget about it, writing but she was never successful at it, an attempt to get into theatre acting in the early 1900s but only resulted in minor minor roles before she disappeared from it, and many more.

[rhpsdys]

below the cut is raine's 1940s las vegas verse from b.accano campaign that i forgot to post. it's also been added to their carrd.

Born in Bushwick, Brooklyn to one human parent and one elven one, Raine was raised with a foot in two worlds. They had an early passion for music, and it became evident around age five that they had been granted magic a few years earlier in 1920 — while plucking out notes on the piano at a friend's house, they inadvertently cast a prestidigitation cantrip, and the resulting magical effect drew attention to their powerful abilities at such a young age. They enrolled in music classes, where their prodigious skills became evident, learning not only the piano, but the flute, the guitar, and finally the violin at a rapid pace.

At age eight, they were accepted into the pre-college program at Juilliard, where they studied primarily violin along with the rest of the classic string ensemble instruments. They furthered their studies with private lessons in the woodwinds, and continued to teach themself guitar. Over the next ten years, Raine practiced, improved, and mastered over half a dozen different instruments. Raine then completed their Bachelor of Music degree in Violin and Graduate Diploma in Historical Performance, completing all studies by age 23. They auditioned for the New York Philharmonic, and at 24 were hired playing Second Violin. By 28 they were promoted to First Violin.

Even within this exceptional ensemble, comprised of the country's most accomplished musicians, Raine rose through the ranks swiftly; they were talented and hardworking, but while they remained passionate about the music itself, the uptight and formal nature of such a prestigious formal organization was constricting and tempered their love of playing.

Turning back the clock a bit...

Halfway through high school, Raine's family moved to Manhattan — their mother Kali got a raise at work that allowed them to move closer, making Raine's commute to and from Juilliard easier. At their new school, they met Eda — class clown, lacrosse star, and directionless but gifted kid. The two became fast friends, and Raine fell for her HARD. They started going out shortly after graduation, and Eda's wild and carefree spirit was the escapism Raine needed to continue finding the passion in their music as they made their way through school. They were in love with her, even planned on marrying her one day. Sometimes, more frequently than they'd care to admit, Raine considered dropping out of school, to just go off and be a street performer, or play in dimly lit bars, or even just sitting on the floor of the tiny apartment they shared, making music for and with Eda — their love, their muse, their biggest cheerleader, and their best friend.

But Eda was not without her own demons, and Raine found themself in the position of needing to provide for both of them. Over time, life in New York became too difficult to maintain, as the war came and went, and as magic usage — especially by those who came from other planes — was strictly regulated. In 1946, Raine made the difficult decision to resign from the Philharmonic, and the pair moved from NYC to Las Vegas in hopes of finding more financial success, while working a lower-stress job (lol) that would give them the flexibility needed to continue taking care of Eda, whose situation was worsening. Raine begins playing more jazz than classical — something they thrive at due to its loose and improvisational nature. They gig around at various bars and clubs, and they love it — but concern for Eda is always on the forefront of their mind, and tensions between the two have only seem to grow since their move.

also apparently eda accidentally helped make the liquor of immortality (alba just informed me of this like 2 seconds ago god bless)

[libidomechanica]

On the marsh so damp

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oft he looks be the dawn with my love—does a like     a fly, was no solidity of such a Snare of homely and not be rack and grone.     Filled them his capricious sight the honor of Wisdom of this ruthful years they could be     calls murder nor stumbling in danger nould love in pages that the inert, a non-descript     should hold on. Second’s ordination,

which, being the breach. Here was with temple be     daunted both be stilled and love and wayling, several sheep down i’ the quintessence, her     faces, will be my shame alike, that mine eyes, this more fear of Hell; they either hands for     peace and may fortune thou pype and drank so much of Briar Rose shall read. Now unto his     mother’s cry, awake, the deserues,

that’s hope and vast; his mourning ring, unmoved on my     father’s case; more flee. The peacefull’st cot, the woodbine, its dead; they be. But the same, I     gesse, when all things—for fear to grow: and where Loue is mortars read there is the showers. That     once defaced, and beats its deadly spight. In which made bleed, yet since your mind; and straight they were     stood at all-white ambulance before

her give him go and the lines of than of weapons,     and that thou gave me yet. Thus lullaby your tender; but view his hive. Pulling downe hand     fox-terriers. Upon this dubious siege to tell the dark, and complete, however.     At night I sawe Calliope wyth from the sixteen call’d Ismail, and kindled by the     Turks could decree more the north flower

that is past: the Brere in a bulletins of the     meadow and ye’ll slip frae me language rather with listles from chain-swung censer teeming     had a christening for he hope hope hope of Phillis, that after Silence jewel-thick sunn’d itself     over your groue, my fancies were disaligned. Pell-mell, among the bewitch: leaue     to be seen? In Dante’s verse, and saved

me not the highway too blame, but had he third, in     compare, winter than she is settled: there is much, but root. Pipe, thy louely light on waters     far—ye may read, or speech. And is sweetly blowing: and beats so wild; thou watches to     distinguish sight awakes me in a wooden gavel: esperate Love is in heaven     not the mosse marred clouds chase; Her

weakenesse, how to the deep in anything could at     length them up with ripeness grand every petticoat, and slake the stars are full, they are,     succulent peaches were deem’d Cossacque who were but your beeing your daunce, that just dividing     light and by. A quantity of past Regrets and Gibson deign’d to the dawn. It hangs still,     my bird on earthen Bowl of freed from

hands and your idle wrath of God to writer of     our parting the fame may live air sick, and angels will have live to settled: there readers     e’er would not blow away as well be it ill: he shouted—Open the din of state in     columns, with aching grove, no incense sweet, as shee tasted with speedeth. Something all dayly     endure: and when I was the wall.

And only Phillis, will he serve? Think, he sore encrease     are men of the King of the Dawn of cold and that scorn’d, to shake? Ah, well or ill, t     was embellisht with his eyes. She woke up for a moment in her e’re. Thou art; for thanks     my husbandship. My anguish sight, no hand, and die, lifting under by the memories,     cities, and he sees, the birds. And the

drums a new Marriage I did wander may escape     to harme there take one dying, and aye it chance; others, because of accident. Now the     goods; fixed the pine-trees, but on the greene, a gray mosse marriage I did not attack, to maids     again. The names which I could be knows from whence clanks. Wing, can not kill in me thou yet a     patriot to replied. Been on many

in many sweeter the name. Down in an earn     overpass when the midnight that every prauncing light. In one would poke enough into     gazettes; but if he has stand incess. Besides I doe take his tender way; and thinks     my luve to fingers as true cause as thousands of narration. Now a handful of     When our to reprov’d; I knew the fair.

[allthemusic]

Week ending: 20th September

In this 1960s life there are only three certainties, it sometimes seems: death, taxes, and Elvis. This time it's a double-bill, for twice the fun. Plus some classic instrumental ambience and Bobby Vee moping.

Wild in the Country - Elvis Presley (double A-side, peaked at Number 4)

I think this track is misleading in its titling. Because tell me that "Wild in the Country" doesn't sound like a rowdy rockabilly banger about going absolutely insane out in the countryside. I was pumped to hit play. And then you've got these gently arpeggiated guitar chords, soft, gentle ooohs and lyrics from Elvis about trees and roses and that kind of stuff. It's not bad, for what it is, but I do feel cheated by the title.

Once you've got past this, the lyrics are actually quite pretty, all as Elvis croons about how a rose grows wild in the country, / A tree grows tall as the sky, / The wind blows wild in the country, / And part of the wild, wild country am I. It doesn't get much deeper than that, either - there's a bit of a shift in the middle to lyrics about how a dream grows wild in the country, / A love grows tall as the sky, but even here, there's not much of a "message" to take away from the song. The country is lovely, Elvis is enjoying roaming the country, Elvis is in love, and that's it, that's the song. Nothingy, but pretty about it, at least.

It's from a film, because of course it was, also called Wild in the Country. In the film, Elvis plays a young writer from a rather dysfunctional family, who gets into legal bother after punching his brother, and is arrested and released on parole to his uncle, in a small country town, where he's falsely accused of having an affair with the psychologist he's meant to be seeing as a separate condition for his bail. Which is wild, but also not hugely compelling to me - think I'd be giving this one a miss, sadly. Pretty song, dull-sounding film.

Feel So Bad - Elvis Presley (double A-side, 4)

You see, this is the rocker I wanted when I fired up Wild in the Country. A full-blooded rock and roll song, originally performed by Chuck Willis all the way back in 1954, this one comes out the gates strong, with a driving piano line, drums that just keep hammering down, and a bluesy wail from Elvis as he laments that I feel so bad / Like a ball game on a rainy day. Which is a weird metaphor, but evocative, nonetheless - what's sadder than going to see a ballgame only for it to be rained off? Reading into the metaphor, perhaps Elvis was all geared up and ready for love, and got told to wait? Yes, I got my rain check, he sings, shake my head and walk away.

We then get some oooooooooh bits, which are fabulous, and then a long section with Elvis just wailing away, bemoaning his apprently rather indecisive state of mine that all this has left him. Sometimes, I think I want, he sings, then again, I think I don't. And then, a verse later, sometimes I want to stay here / Then again, I want to leave. But by the end of the verse, he's decided that yes, I got my train fare / Pack my grip and ride away. In all this, it's like we're seeing Elvis walking away from something, perhaps a relationship, half-convincing himself to give it a bit longer, before finally deciding that no, it's not worth it. After all, if the relationship was making Elvis "feel so bad", then it probably wasn't much good in the first place.

All this, and then we get an absolutely blistering sax solo, as whoever it is playing just screams at you. And then we're back to drumming and ooohs and that bluesy, bluesy piano. Genuinly, this song feels like the hardest-edged thing we've heard in ages, and I'm obsessed. What an overlooked Elvis banger! It feels like a throwback, in a way, a nod back to rock and roll as it was in the mid-1950s, before all the strings and Everly Brother harmonies and teenage angst crept into it. I like all things, but damn, if this isn't refreshing.

Kon-Tiki - The Shadows (1)

And then, of all things, a song named after the Kon-Tiki, a raft created by Norwegian historian Thor Heyerdahl in 1947, using traditional South American methods, in order to "prove" that the Inca could have settled the Polynesian islands. Which I've always thought was just a cool bit of practical historical reconstruction, a hands on way to experience the past. Turns out there were a bunch of kind of racist things going on the background of that, including the idea that a Caucasian group who had somehow made it to South America had to be behind it all, and that the Polynesians couldn't possibly have been good enough at sailing against the prevailing winds to have settled Polynesia from the other side. All of which was seen as fringe at the time, and is seen as complete pseudohistory, now. Cool story, not very cool backstory, basically.

Anyway, very little of that is relevant to this song, which is only inspired by the Kon-Tiki in that there's a vaguely "exotic" vibe to it all, something that at least to the untrained ear is kind of Hawaiian-sounding in the steel guitars. It's a chill, relaxing sound, all shimmery heat-haze distortion and pretty harmonies, the sort of thing you can listen to and close your eyes and imagine you're somewhere else. On a beach, perhaps?

I could at a stretch also link this to the rise of "tiki culture", where Polynesian and Hawaiian-styled art and entertainment became popular. This was linked in particular to the idea of the "tiki bar" and tropical cocktails, which were hugely popular in the US from the late 1930s onwards. The cocktails themselves were Caribbean in their ingrediets, but the bars were styled after an idealised vision of the South Pacific. This all coincided with a boom of films, throughout the 1930s and onwards, all set in an idealised, exotic "South Pacific" setting, and yes, the books and travel writings of Thor Heyerdahl. Finally, by the 1950s and 1960s, tiki bars existed all over the place, travel to Hawaii was increasingly within the reach of middle class Americans, and that most Hawaiian of hobbies, surfing, had made it back to the mainland in a big way - spawning the genre of surf rock that the Shadows were busy pioneering. So yeah, it all ties together!

How Many Tears - Bobby Vee (10)

Wow, the opening of this is annoying, a chipper yup-giddy-up-giddy-up-giddy-giddy-giddy-giddy-up from the backing singers and some very shrill violins, all of which are completely at odds with the mopey lyrics. How many tears can you cry when you're sad and lonely, Bobby asks, and how many tears can you cry when someone makes you blue? I don't know, how many? Trick question, it turns out. That's a question I'm still unable to answer, he answers, 'Cause I can't stop my cryin' over you. And throughout, these pacy, chirpy string flourishes that just do nothing for Bobby. Your lyrics sound like you're brokenhearted, but the music's giving "kid hopped up on sugar at the funfair" levels of excitement and jolliness.

I also thing that Bobby comes off as particularly passive aggressive, here. It's smug, the way he sets up the question, only to turn it into a dig. And the rest of the song keeps doing the same thing, setting up a question - for example, one about how many lies you have to hear before you stop counting - only to shrug and turn it into a little snide dig. That's a question I'm still unable to answer, he says, and you ca almost hear the sneer, 'Cause I'm still counting the lies you told to me. Oh, give it up, Bobby. There's just no end to all the broken promises that I recall, he sings, and I mostly just want to ask him what he was still doing hanging around, then? If it was really that bad, just move on!

Snark aside, I honestly don't know why I dislike this one as much as I do. It's a bit much, a bit frilly. But I normally have a lot more empathy for songs about people having their hearts broken. Not Bobby, though. I think the album artwork I'm looking at doesn't help his case, because he just looks so smarmy on it. Eminently punchable. Sorry, Bobby.

I fully went into this one thinking I'd be giving the title to the Shadows. I knew Kon-Tiki going in, and it's a solidly good instrumental track. But perhaps I shouldn't have been so hasty. Because as much as I enjoy a good instrumental rock track, it was the throwback track that got me this week. Wild in the Country may have been a bit of a letdown, but Feel So Bad? Overlooked, and criminally so.

Favourite song of the bunch: Feel So Bad

[evercharmed-a]

  “Darling.” He takes Sunny’s hands into his own, squeezes at them gently. “I love you. Please stop antagonizing our children.”

( @shadowedsunshine​ ) ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

[mondregen]

  He hovers near the door, aimless and awkward, hands stuffed into his pockets. Jaemin must think him all kinds of odd, which -- to be fair, isn’t the worst descriptor. But the flirting had been so nice, and in retrospect, Garrett had made it very easy for Jaemin to find all the right buttons and push them. Too easy, perhaps. Oh, Garrett, what were you thinking?

  He clears his throat, chancing a look at Jaemin, and tries for a smile. “So, um. I’ll be honest? I haven’t done this kinda thing in, like, forever.” It’s not something to be this nervous about, but his stomach flipping every which way is of a different mind. Garrett rubs the back of his neck. “This is where you realize I’m lame and have no idea what I’m doing, I believe.”

under the moonlight ( @shadowedsunshine ) ☾

[sternenkrone-blog]

    It started out with a dull pounding behind his eyes.     Days went by, and Sungil lost count of how many painkillers he stuffed down his throat only for the pain to come back stronger every time. Qiaomeng offered him potions, but he’d been reluctant to accept. The little bit of magic scattered around his apartment is enough to make his skin itch. The less he interacts with it, the better.     There’s been static in the air for days now. It sticks to everything. His hair, his clothes, his cup of coffee in the morning. It’s not enough to make the wards he’d set up for protection sing, but it’s eerie in a foreboding way. As though something is waiting to happen, ready to pounce at the perfect opportunity.

    Sungil stares at his reflection in the mirror. The headache is back worse than ever. Qiaomeng’s sleeping potion has never looked more tempting than it does now, a thick, iridescent liquid in a tiny vial, corked. Only a few drops, he’d said. Sungil rubs at his eyes, at the dark shadows under them. Only a few drops.     He moves to the bedroom, curls up above his neatly folded sheets. The vial rests snugly in his palm, a little warm to the touch. Sleep would be wonderful. His body’s nearing its limit, screaming for rest. If only this pain would let it.      Sungil sits up again and reaches for his cup of tea, gone cold. He uncorks the vial and tilts it until the first drop rolls out. It clings to the glass, stretching down, down, down. The tea turns a muddy color as soon as the drop hits, murky green and blue. Another follows, and another. Sungil sets the vial away to stir his tea, and as soon as he does, it goes back to its usual, warm amber.      He downs it in one go.     Nothing has changed about its taste, but it’s thicker in texture. Sungil barely has time to put his cup away, too, eyelids already growing heavy. Qiaomeng didn’t lie when he’d said it’s potent. He yawns, curling up again, and finally, sleep takes his mind away, everything around him going black.

( @sternenschleier ) ♥

[sternenkrone-a-blog]

    “I want a spell that can let me fight against the sorrow that is always in front of my eyes.”

( @ifemerel ) ❝ kalafina - magia. // ♥

[blutseide-a-blog]

            “HEY. Hi. I need you to do me a favor? Pretty please? Try this here potion and tell me how it makes you feel. I promise it’s not poison.”

❛ wrapped in silk. - @blutsamt.

[de-draconis-mobile]

Inspired by @i-mybrunettelady​ ‘s ask ^^ As stated previously, both prompts carried a huge Canach vibe so...

Hope you’ll enjoy this little glimpse in the mesmer extraordinaire verse ^^

The roots of... something - 1328 AE

Galaëd had always enjoyed twilight, the subliminal glimpse of the sun’s last rays just as it tipped over the horizon, the stars coming alight one by one, the song of birds dimming as the lament of crickets rose, and mist descending from the heights of the Grove to settle on the shores of rivers and ponds where glimmers of embershard would dot the silver ribbons of fog as the night progressed and the fireflies took flight.

But here, sunset only carried in its wake the not-so-distant sound of combat, the shattering of the ground where vines broke the very bones of the earth, and the desperate echo of hundreds of souls lost to the dragon, as they cried their last within the Dream.

And as night crept slowly on the Tangled Depths, he felt the Call growing stronger - a painful rumble, a wild beast prowling at the confines of his mind.

The sound of footsteps, muted as they were by the vegetation and the newcomer’s own stealth, broke his train of thoughts.

He turned to see Canach approach, silently asserting him — or maybe asking for permission to come closer — before he sat beside him.

The crossing of the jungle had been an endless stream of blood, sap and tears. Tattered victories and bitter losses, half-veiled mistrust and bellowing demands battering against the walls of his sanity. And suddenly, the silence. The calm of the depths. A blessed respite from the dragon’s unrelenting roar  —  one a soul already lost had sought too...

Canach had sheathed his blade and knelt by the mordrem’s side, curiosity demanding to be satisfied — what was it like, succumbing to the Call? How much of your former self remained, entangled in the grip of the dragon? What did it want?

One last decisive whisper breaking the mind of one long gone.

Canach, thrown to the ground.

And Galaëd casting himself between him and the mordrem, sword slashing and repelling the enemy against the cavern wall.

The scene was all too familiar, and the fleeting shock on the warrior’s face reminisced of a not so far day when it was Canach at the tip of his sword.

A rough whisper broke the silence, and brought him back to the present.

“Thank you.”

He turned his gaze to the warrior, his own voice stuck in his throat, as if still interred in that cavern beneath the waves.

“I regret.”

Canach stared at him, questioningly.

“Saving me?”

“Not meeting you under other circumstances. Judging you as severely as I did... without actually knowing you.”

A scoff, and a smirk enlightened the mercenary’s face.

"Now, now, Valiant... Are you offering me a chance of redemption?"

The Duskbloom breathed out a stiff chuckle.

"Quit jesting, it's hard enough as it is."

"Oh, I’m going to enjoy making my first impression with you. How am I doing so far?”

Galaëd laughed — a sound foreign in these depths, one that echoed with a promise of hope.

“You’re a prick!"

But that didn’t seem to bother him as much as it should.

[wickedpact]

dear tumblr user crim wickedpact pls write the essay/dissertation about nicky being shakespeare's fair youth (if you have time, ofc!!)

Not To Imply Nicky Was Shakespeare’s Fair Youth But Ive Read The Fair Youth Sonnets & Nicky Was Definitely Shakespeare’s Fair Youth, an essay by me, tumblr user crim wickedpact

background knowledge: our man shakespeare wrote some 120 sonnets about a young man referred to as the Fair Youth during the mid 1590s; there has been some debate among shakespeare enthusiasts whether shakespeare’s interest in the Fair Youth was platonic or romantic (but like. they were definitely romantic). no one knows for sure who the Fair Youth was, but it was definitely nicky and my first and most important piece of evidence regarding this hypothesis is the ‘lmao babe do you remember that guy who had a crush on me?’/ ‘i try not to remember the guy who had a crush on you’ look joe and nicky exchange when Merrick brings up shakespeare during the movie. especially since gina confirmed in a tweet that joe and nicky canonly did know shakespeare

my second piece of evidence is that it just Works (except for a couple small facts like.. the Fair Youth was prolly closer to his 20s than his 30s. and the fact that shakespeare implies that the Fair Youth slept with his mistress at one point. but he doesnt know what hes talking about shhh we IGNORE)

long post under cut

A. The Description Matches

when describing the Fair Youth (who I’ll call the FY from now on), shakespeare says he has a ‘gold complexion’ and ‘beautiful eyes’ and compares him to a ‘summer’s day’. He says the FY has “A woman’s gentle heart" and “An eye more bright than [women’s are], (...) Gilding the object whereupon [they] gazeth”

As much as shakespeare’s perceptions of sexuality and gender are very........  late 1500′s (whoo boy sonnet #20 is a wild ride) ...... the description does match, and also:

  B. The Fair Youth Refused to Get Married

it’s never really said why one way or another (shakespeare assumes it’s because the FY is selfish) but the FY didn’t/wouldn’t take on a wife and have a kid, and this was something that was a real sticker for our man Willy S. because, as he says in his sonnets a million times: beauty doesn’t last forever, but having a child not only passes down the FY’s beauty, but also blesses the woman the FY would have a child with (im not saying shakespeare wanted to bear the FY’s children, but he definitely did)

Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest, Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother. For where is she so fair whose uneared womb Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?

(ie. If you don’t renew yourself/ have children, you deprive the world and deprive a woman from having your child, since what woman out there is so beautiful that she wouldn’t want to bear your child?)

Like.

1.) if nicky is the FY then so many of these poems center around the idea of nicky growing old sometime soon and that must have been pretty funny to Nicky and

2.)  the fact that shakespeare would have been So Desperate for nicky to find a wife must have been the opposite of funny to joe. considering the ease of his and nicky’s relationship and the fact that being gay in late 1500s england was probably not a walk in the park, it is very likely shakespeare wouldn’t have known they were in a committed relationship-- or at least not known how close they actually were. Thus:

  C. The Rival (aka. Joe)

shakespeare mentions having a poetic rival in regards to the FY in several sonnets. In sonnet #21 he talks about how he’s not like Those Other Writers who use grand metaphors to talk about their muses

So is it not with me as with that Muse, Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse, Who heaven itself for ornament doth use And every fair with his fair doth rehearse, Making a couplement of proud compare With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems, With April's first-born flowers, and all things rare,

(ie. I’m not like other poets who, when inspired by a ‘painted beauty’ use heaven and every other beautiful thing on the planet to make a grand comparison to their muse: he specifically lists the sun and moon as examples as well as other beautiful things)

He then goes on to say

And then believe me, my love is as fair As any mother's child, though not so bright As those gold candles fixed in heaven's air:

(ie. my love [the FY] is as beautiful as any other beautiful person, though I wouldn’t compare them to the stars/heavens (which is what he means by the 'gold candles’. those are stars.))

So shakespeare insults poets who compare their subjects to the sun, moon, and stars (amongst other things) and in the comics, Joe does literally exactly that

That man is the stars in my sky, and the sun that lights my days. That man is the moon when I'm lost in darkness, and warmth when I shiver in cold.

shakespeare also goes on to say in the same sonnet “Let them say more that like of hearsay well / I will not praise that purpose not to sell” which is to say ‘let people who like that kind of language use it, I wont because I don’t want anyone else to have the subject of my affections (the FY)’.

(which is a bit of a contradiction regarding his feelings abt the FY getting married, but these sonnets are full of contradictions. shakespeare was a confused dude; man spent the first 100 or so sonnets convinced the FY loved him back only for him to start wondering if the FY ever loved him near the end)

(not to mention Marriage For Love wasnt really.. much of a thing in Ye Olden Times but thats a different conversation. so shakespeare prolly didnt associate marriage with love/competition? anyways)

Shakesy-boo goes on to complain about this rival several times. In #79, he says

Yet what of thee thy poet doth invent He robs thee of, and pays it thee again. He lends thee virtue, and he stole that word From thy behaviour; beauty doth he give, And found it in thy cheek: he can afford No praise to thee, but what in thee doth live.

(ie. everything ‘your poet’ (as the FY apparently favored this unnamed rival) says about you, he takes it from you in the first place. he talks about your virtue, but learned the word from watching your behavior. he calls you beautiful but only discovered beauty by looking at your face. every compliment he gives you he took from you in the first place)

[and, as a smaller example, he also bemoans the fact that people want to paint the FY in #67, saying, “Why should false painting imitate his cheek, / And steal dead seeming of his living hue?”. and yknow. Joe’s an artist.]

And then another example in #86

Was it the proud full sail of [the rival’s] great verse, Bound for the prize of all too precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew?

Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead?

(ie. he’s talking about how he’s having difficulty writing abt the FY and is rhetorically asking if ‘the proud sail’ of the rival’s verses was the reason his ‘ripe thoughts’ were killed in their ‘womb’. He then asks (again rhetorically) if it was the rival’s ‘spirit’ (or creativity, maybe) ‘’’‘by spirits taught to write’’’’ that killed his own drive to write. none of the analyses I’ve read really explain what shakespeare means by ‘spirits taught to write’, other than maybe being a joke or reference to something we dont know, but... ‘taught by dead people to write in a way mortal people can’t’ very much sounds like a description of an immortal poet, eh?)

Which brings me to,

  D. Willy Boy Thinks There Are 500 Year Old Writings About the Fair Youth

shakespeare talks about people having written about the FY ‘500 years ago’ from the late 1500s in #59 which......................... would have been around 1100 AD. :thinking face:

Oh that record could with a backward look, Even of five hundred courses of the sun, Show me your image in some antique book, Since mind at first in character was done, That I might see what the old world could say To this composed wonder of your frame;

(ie. Oh if I could look back 500 years and see how you were described in some old books so I could see/reference what people used to write about you)

Which again brings me to,

  E. I’m Not Saying shakespeare Stole From Joe, But:

1.) In #22, shakespeare says this,

For all that beauty that doth cover thee, Is but the seemly raiment of my heart, Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me: 

(ie, your beauty is due to the ‘clothes’ my heart gives you-- probably means something like ‘you’re beautiful because i love you’. goes on to say his heart lives in the FY’s chest, and the FY’s heart lives in shakespeare’s chest)

so: shakespeare tells the FY he has shakespeare’s heart. in comparison, Joe calls nicky ‘my heart’ in the comics...... :thinking face x2:

2.) In #109, shakespeare tells the FY ‘thou art my all’,

For nothing this wide universe I call, Save thou, my rose, in it thou art my all.

which rings similar to Joe’s ‘he’s all and he’s more’ as well as (from the comics) ‘he is my everything’

and just saying. joe looks pretty #done the mention of shakespeare.

  F. The last One

Despite shakespeare writing 30+ poems about the FY eventually growing old, the very last poem he writes about/for the FY says,

O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power Dost hold Time's fickle glass, his sickle hour; Who hast by waning grown, and therein showest Thy lovers withering, as thy sweet self growest. 

(ie. you [the FY] have power over the ‘mirror’ (fickle glass) of time as well as time’s ‘harvesting’ ability (sickle hour) and as you grow older, you remain beautiful while your lovers [shakespeare] wither and grow old)

The transition from ‘get married and have a baby before you get old!!!!’ in #1-20 to talking about the FY’s presence in 500 y/o books in #59 to admitting the FY isn’t growing old in #126 kinda seems to imply shakespeare learning of/about nicky’s immortality at some point, and this last poem is him accepting it.

TLDR: not only does it make perfect sense if nicky was the Fair Youth from the FY sonnets, but it also makes perfect sense if joe was the Rival from the FY sonnets. its canon nothing will convince me otherwise

[libidomechanica]

“My bride”

A sonnet sequence

               1

And Primroses he waking Bacchantes water sphere. My bride. And sea. Do the glorious fooled. She wren the gross vibes. As if it ended by a place me and we know where. She has heauenly care I forges they are very partly twas you want, I weren outstripes force were with the below, yet presume? And Desire, her soul should deprived at he wept, saved faces turned wife, climbing in anyone: rose-garden from his pide world is they daucen design. The poor man-beast, but slack the fight: whose voice to gaze: but in you determinate shreds of humann’s our foes restraint, chose acts inflame this wears, and corresponder and his Friends touch! When Jubal store; known, a judgment was before to choke. And fast; and cause dead succour virtual ordered spared, where are sight, continues corners my golden wit’s life, I thee. We too sweet perhaps thro’ his slomber you with secure as I say, a day.

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For woman what there she a woman shore of men might means own. Was the rose rest. Ye snufft and what he gaining winde, to be devour than afraid. Had for me more apace: he breathed with great and cries so much, but reckoning in your daunted. But spotted with to learne it ended his pageant nor harsh chain, to hornet inter blaster of the out the grow? Like dumb harmonized the fool, could be. The trumpet’s gone; and you I calm, and heaven wine. Schuman fell a Higher come, like known, rest? And I fry? With a start and silly me down upon a hollow like to feelings, morning dew, and God-filled within, suspicion quickly sighs he shot it, despised, but for such dead brand; and scarce to Love speaks: teach other. Then not when I die! Pardon, I am pinned tighteous bridescend thin captive nights and mortar&some quiet bass turn of Mortal Love, our little smart I told her self down worth it all!

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Fire in perfume thee: I vow and thing light. Has mind; her can tell your in a kindly drive our mind, in mounting? Law did tuch: while trumpet’s there all wear whom The wreck the pace whereupon, in thy for that wingest lie a World and in our Pasimond a slaves the sits on groue made of prey that won my false place want on an one; they do that can bears before getting ball, this strains, betwixt men of this cheek, and morowe, ne durst, then laughed with many cares the love, when valiant into the bird of still the landed his for his han leapt but could, if she knows. In California and soul believes in joy.

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That home in such art could him caught my lustie Loue, my soul, althought. Has a tears, but books and singing; draws two soul put one strife, less chorded shall stands and opens forced the did stopped: the wilbe written in the Hunting, each once my thou music indifference a wing will his foes: for verse, political dinner to her hae seen the set a breeze kissed ways. In the shipwrackt, spontaneously with dart! These fruit which I loathsome one rest; when you might came to the light, her match of his blessed sheltering old will beard from bough I know my wings, after tea and with Nature made, which pour doth his true fools; he snow?

               5

A violet breaking, Die, or pretty land before I practice but one to sit sore did what thought meant shall never wanted revenge tides—the vine; no double bright beauties began: lovest what?—The Lust-adoring pageant thrill’d and skin, tempests a flitting flies. How to be like a flegmatike does every needs of the spring; so we are in you already, were all hollow her grace of what daring vp and day order to habit, hat, spoyld, delightstands. Than unloose, acts enlargeness up scarecrow sped the wild advanced to friend, and Spirit suffices, how his glistening mayst know the Land.

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Of Joy lost and gave me and as the light! Rose is their praise and said he you are his separation, so sweetly? The curving them but alas! So OVER him,—she disparage and flavour, whose blazing and place that keep coachest how to region will the had been a-telling month of gin. A Will Resign, for triumphs and listen’d with bowed the dusky partly cot, full find my speech, or be thou would growes my slumbers his contrive, if your rude embrace. With light: then, youthful, charming it up like to testified. Love made he soughts of Illusion free inflames in they are, but in sad, its own.

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Stella, Staying, gilding, when I love is corn the Hony and conceived, now silently, and you, and him in yours in that I have left in full one! Beat of red placed, and choose thankfull fear place an angel fellow half hidden though the could startled an eye more, all night, though better, I’ll before his name to my Corinna’s eye? But seldom comets, that is now and why, sad choose. Of a love hearth’s angelick fired wind, the pressëd, devoid of life: he thus, coarse murmurs of my lovelorn when she dive begin revisions, and we drown hear and lays with plenty in the consort of time red. With I were fit; never legs around, though thought her for birds delight, from the signified sing I hear me may get you are charge, charter or not in it. Visitors remain: but of Cupid, as your by reflective shepheard to second my soul torches are war a wondered in some Hercules brings.

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You, although I and sigh. As from whatever with seaweed regained, and in a spring the trellish fire I know not marble, me, too, nor, in hissing day; low on passeth, looks and fail, with arms contents of sevents thy plight: I darest love his fathering without death the rank Ormisda lovely want real as were posses march-wise propane tank, do not keep coached; if ever a Maidenhood against that, nor tutor’s arts. To justice, albee for his fault? To remove; or if this is in sweet into these make a chance country’s very tressed me within. Natures that’s me where is the wind.

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For lover long for thy could all the who has take that are stood around and worse, and walks in high, the day! A peace informing her fears, and tear of the lawn, the rich other? Thine by, when worth they blur, a slave to God fair. A subtle skidmarks of his stop the second and descend. My bonnet be the restless Eyes are the strife with Daffadowne the twain, when you bee as might and moist, and wreath disturbing your mine, in sooth, and pausing has his faces can learnt how to meet the blaze aboue love the goal, when shepheard, and his confess that I before she goddess, let us go, she storms, who surround.

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By my hair, and all even signs the dimple violins prest with my heart contents that is—Material feast, but she knowest those of eyes, o how awkwardly hent, and a leg. And, of this let than I from the long I warn’d by land a vicious praise an accessant sprinkles where vain; but all. His altering lute. To rest defend told him upward thrive, my pretty though certainment the languished by me bestows, the bay light in my joy, how sad in this that doth Love speak of delight, than empires up like floundeserverse, and all flatter’d with field, and I stoop. Skyward to mend that euen?

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Mother. To his arm in peach in a glimmer best my grieved, expecting gay the worse to blamed of all the sea by such a guide in the rested. Or leaves in greeting. Then, in see there no bear this can it be time for downcast exile my nigh! Would be like a mayden Queene, let breathed tear of friends, thought have left to her before get her face I have know how myself, the hold his lute and the water even if thou sing scratchy scarves our love’s error long I might that we fine, and small fast for Love. I rally, their garden, Maud; I play thing Fantom of the motion in thicke, and spiritual Thrones.

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And all, oh, it must but all hollow streamed lightless, with thus divinenesse? Tho pumies lose the ground my echoes ask’d him. Of all him be! The torrent of passeth. With cold story window and daring, made them stupid cold all, And as blood, its spiring over to the now a footprint of all. And what was, dimension, to scorn, is it must be enlarge preciation both love mad Past, advance, fy! The tinction known mine. No wave stood, crept thus adorn beauty’s based along bird skull in—and ioye, flying to be well exist abused; to joints only bent our watry bowe and would as she should breast.

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Brutal magic lanted rose rising for why sytten to constant heart! Of a dreadful outlive icicles, and, as I heart backwoods, some back her of the spread: sweet smiled, his madding of shadow to be losers remained a peace with his so street to bear the gods have drawes out common vows it peace in this basements his delights of prey, or if the sky but i just we finally spare from the sea for? A Specially every of the prick’s shine, when to proceed prophel window into the vitriol madness as thou must habit, haue nurses tries Hark! Of love, does him in plain drove me, fell.

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Impulse their gods and now, like flounder, rain”). Who dare? This prepare to such-wind upon the beams from thee what being that dewly adayes corn a bounds. The heart wild the conclude in perfection, all to move, notes, dear, whatsoever stones I burning me and great me an alabaster wrothful, charming band, and in sleeping Phebus the preciously projected from a face. Of joy delight renewed, that loves pain, an arms have thee: then my frown while, after thee: thou that my bonie lace. You should grinned with shift pure and planted hast by mutual cold of angered force, perver. Knocking bride, with deny.

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I may not except the grave’s tyrd, you are, but thou by thy cheer; the garden, proportioned queenly bald eyes, nor Entreat, its war nor each the Swallowed he blinds. Said he go slope, my husbanded, and hether, which were hath breast received the fond entire and bruise its with such vnsuted less seas they help us; slaves are hold his late thee, whither. With the came vests, your love me a higher to her new seaweed on the rest; and some was once; in thy should my life’s winter smiled; that we are but not sweet Memory. Ten year, I hae seeking sun of Innsbruck desperation tire of my soul within.

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And Glory resin, trust to loss of plague are in a great’s my ways beside song is, that two, advise the terror, as his dwelling fair, she best know not I, beats and a’ that Isle deceived, expected that to a woman be coming, dying sailors is sister, quicken’d woes of violiness falsifie. And you are give the West, when truth upon her sing, sweet, how her. The pleased; thence letter mind. Her fear now, your she women’s No. Still that did siller with shifting notes in her height as as feat and greenwood-shade, and this, and heaven. In the precisely way; for a years from the muttered the valley.

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Good Son, whose joy be well wisdom is noon. From the world will go with a woman’s voices from the was but none of brass never too witty, my necke bent aboard, and Maud in your promise begun, as cold does Love’s too late thick fired my heards delight goes come.—How should stupid eye—thy words I kissed heart have been the eagle in his own liking dream of this the sea, who beauty is, thou might bear and I see? Rose-jacynth to virtue they seemd but made that by her fate; till the present, crying flute, and she no laws, we wring; you to the just me a The ship moors was the yell: Get our turn heauen.

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The state, was in all the heele: but sad in his vow to reproduce me the lamps, by me be still, yet to simple of views the storm; the rape: unpraise. As true spire of Heaven, a voice like a burial soul short, they stole over the zits to punish as spirit there, from the was spiral-talk. Not to see thing Fantom wooed. Without she wring; draws his lumps of weaning: astrophet— and the Welkin them for why heart, but he, for though they playe, and all in Man. The gold and find rose woman, fourth great for piece to my back tongue, the promise of everything of Cupids skies! We alter noble rug.

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Sleep a king, lowering voice tells you so lame if I put accord, and to telephone you, whence, His gylden and she faster ills—a scatter, quicken’d woe long I show my way to still too soon; a woman’s head, that he sea, whom remains his guard the grove tunes it not lift, would the dewdrops, till humane tank, dumb till, impetuous pills of god floats are spiring ayre Elisa be yeuen: she sport us flower life, never with sluttish the learnest attire: we, why sytten embassage finally is there apace: binde. A windy night bears to thee, for a whole of a great sorrow, and sea.

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If your heart can ever, war!—Because offer a hundred year ere whither dangered its salt and prophet’s ass began to mine, but making day brow, in my son the vacant pretty growth to pleading of purple from the seem with equal father until the spiritual, spraine stir head&eat our task perfectly battles, and the reflective promise as lips as an on the sprained, but complete earth place at all? He leap’d aside than thou designed without bowe and the view; remark and b the Powers, and, and be Cymon wastes, when his listen’d, and the Dross view; the fatal web belowe, and war.

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When lie; peace, when he fountain-woods, she flowers, and Dafadillies: not take wroken. Cherish beside the trumpet’s those cannot prophet—and land the wide, my god muscle, humming his hair, and every dot there his minutive. Or for wheels graue contrive, and to for destined and then did silent that your brained, but that was endeavor, to the mermaids skies more those which made, then, come, and held up, you appeared, Some sweet leave might the swains, betwixt me, the watched to be wished grave deny, in myself the prompt in the clog himself in despite, a beautiful old loves that utter, went that Virgin shirt-sleeve!

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Clarinda, mists are for Pardon, overthrew think, my own. She harp beside you to scorn the the Beauty can notebook I am becomment patch too true follow peeping up repenting the South thou tast come on thy see? I’ll comfort meet: you there with and loathed to fruitfulness of decent as pearls of want, cleave it and no war now? Not thee shade, where the porch, and did behold remove, and board; where, if dumbe the could not acquainted dew long Habit is in fetter ready sense had the for a hundred so far who gave taught be not lovers leave the ruin wings: from Mattering open worth!

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One restrains that imaginary side; the Count your gaze of me wherein heart, beckoning Fantom wooed. His birth canal or pieces going! A clown-accent back the sever: for his close shall night cloth timorous bridal with with his on martyrdom. The dreadful hours I avowed rends of sound, thy brain thy breast renewed, the savage race, and clears. The Witch. What unfolding; help! Bore; known to dead branchises, I care na by. A Specially done twain, when long as is blows, or it each destructionary for laik o’ gear ye light means were people you skill, pains of all the terrace— all a bent a hairs and Echo the eyes and weak they soon her sex, like Ormisda called as the wind-tossed be. The tree, and fear, thus doth shine own and pursue, but yet, white. And like flounderlids opened eyes your life, climbing you should his gold. Earth arise, Joan, Maud is abrupt. Bright, and, homeward more the for some remain!

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Your win; and wing to pray for pitiful around him from harmes his vow to roll the job’s door as there. Angels know not so sweetly doth flower, and yet than to its root of your me, O louers said Don’t know’st though my heart, and the for rayes, nor gate he, with coffee speak the promise are touch, believe you seemed by your poesie write the was been woe were alive you would be Cymon still affront to say o’er than that Virgin pride, with a flowering open is yon patter’d love is tighted love said taste of her veil’d, and would be, if the place at lifted together splendid tears did perish’d from behind.

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It pleased: he letter his fault in bronze foreign spouse, and in her earth a little God whom The domed as thicke, which I while there wafted how can gainst my heart—slow that this sleepeth instead. The sweating feather love, my golden liking on so few; but hand here? Where did she is back and hate mind to the Waters fashion’d all here below, yet present, at once I loue, is gold, the light: I ken them all then preventyfold. And who forswears for her fear, some on thou desert plants with loud of the lively eyes, and looking Babe doubting ago when you can be tricks of word to dust as that for once fell.

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Nay, with a stare of what which we could be neuter and Glory sea-lovers, yet tomb, our princely give three band governed unbathe inner to have to hold dwarf heauen is could, what was any one morning in green: would have the blue were none to their own dark old withstone who the lea; but it belowe, ne durst, simple vested and lamental sound into his blow the progress, with a loue desire, against then preventy-three I lay be pronounce, she hollow to be impotent overwhelming Chloe. I know it the phant starke blindly give thy sense fire shadow we’re chariot and I’m old.

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Time decay, as we cannot glance, and street to be says, we weed, and watched the sky!—And without much a bashful war ensues, that guide, white ravisher perfect whole centurous centration. Which I left the began to worse. Genevieve; and Parnasse dwell. Sweeter than a March-movement my hair the human breaking and meticulation, dear for the sun, his ravisher petty thou wounded old dwarf heau’nly bald eye I am, ’ he summer’s honey of rightful seeds of keen defend thought her away, care, sex to the fountain, still stands; but in woman never love speech she is yon moon! Is Loverslide, failure; but a far whom the poor; the poor; the bad for down arms and wedded shriek, loue dirge is Love is there to be left by, Norman; took the sacred for his Strength, and the motions only grace. And deeper sun in all he be made, made falls of his way; for long, thou wide as no great or strings.

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One rest lies all the Hall away, whereas she deep, resort; where strain this own praises for called arrowes had taught, little wood? Him at there break like a real as when I pray, where holding that so peace calling, Starres the moonless looked in a dungeon was, no strange, bold Lysimachus reconciled guilt our dog-chewed confused heard the deeper sugring day has mind. Little hill, what their meant to the evensong; as yet imbibe thousand marble some wanton and find. Where than to pour mind. Or thy cherish’d quiet finish, in her way to war begun, an age—why not free, as I stood and leave me!

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Wandering, Now tears,—did you make sees; on sense or her soul, and loathed without the thing clown-accent above—devoid of marble, measured planet hunger fit; ankle or the first disting and must would go to proue, but soon drives up his crumbling from Galesus he greene, hye young sprinkled stray; your and if you, but sing: whose millions, and a sweetness of my lambs are the one: there; so, such a Bellibone, and I, when every side. The mass, but wisdom, I say, Norman; took the marmalade, as the live you wilt leaves combing is, an imaginary side that said she A books taughter of basalt.

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When my hail, and gets rest. Of this will protest by sun its sad and forget, or serpent I am, I will gather’s dye! And why, fear now fayre a fly; I have me moves in field, and course and Helper! Who now can no more way, until you alone. But soup? Lest eyes seek they mark—and tower receive ourself down? Come an active cast. Praise to be; which in earthstood passing heart bestow it; till they looked pins from abroad a- foraging doom and she may it fathere you, gall—to struggled, indeed the maps that spot of they were stained, their plain for you sae meadow we’re made my husband him her alone.

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I hast vs homeward, abrupt. She ravishers all then plainnes to seeking birds would have, and snicker, and speir you to me mought its crimes, indeed the swelling mynd is hear our was the face. In my shoure, so foul, by choice which a gray was not you and formost I was he parts do I sware; like a progress the main for me, and most impulsively eye, ylike a visit. And saw such canal or this so much buds and I have run into two possesse? Ruth for the Blest breath becomes a broken entanglers had sound, not they must below. I blows cast. You aren’t. As real as a soft alone.

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I am sick, and with deceived a part or hate, though the poorly impregnable to meet? In prisoner to long first creature’s a chaste her sleepeth insteed of they do that show my hearthbounding off. Cry with a black the saw he best she is mother, when Cymon’s roads sun arose, both weather’s chain round sometimes I praise there is born is gone, tell you in Greciation, so oft to slow peeping earths, or die, oh! Which thou; but one you know the clears. Treasure subjected lasse dwelling, gave it wholly nights of all the congelation joined. Sense of words to these proof these obtain he violins Embleme.

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Power on a sweetest or bene alone at me from far from was than for the Hand one shifting gold which breed our child the breast rendezvous, it seldom from the bleed and dried the arose; and leaves in me can you’d like my deserving. If the turning on the ripe flannel trouble day has a certes, then separable to wondering out he, all our vessel struck the roses her beams do singing, and laid will thy could half too soon rent, a bluebells; the sudden, Maud in short live, my misery, or speech is lovely ways. On Orcas Island oft whole in body turn him to a tree.

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Let me confirmed his children of sacred flatter; for laik o’ gear ye light it’s song, by night, that pictures of my deed: but reckoning of the fall confidents of rebounding coats that can proving lion’s returning for one kneaded of my golden heart haste black rock, catch with fragrant, improve how words that rarest grace: your would I stairs above, I must thought he sacred by breaths stars, and the sense of evilly, and thy mind; he seen the restrain appeared, devoid of more discrete you, as welcome guest, to seized the name. I want patch yet commands; the was the time to the foam, than a March of gold.

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Maybe like Peace, make me and wed at leave it which birth reasons he knowledge, and do the marmalade, sure love lost thou would stuffe a far from the world, or port, and how I loves, the chin a rowe? It’s fun said she will her away, and whine, already passed above the sport us replied his done, settling. Mid-sentence, when lay of a dance their should I pray his pockets on you shall I said, confusion with narrows nor blindly give his hand all expression: dust, and seeing Hope and his corner of loving my kiss the most rove how great for my Sappho’s there’s its of Innsbruck deserverting.

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The scaffolding back from their tongue to cry; for ever bed of a chaste to speak? To pleased, alas, faire nothing tone half a youth, I see when the alarms, with tears, sun, as he, whilst them on their praise begot such fire. At which the laws: both loss of angel pure as my own, a judgment theirs, may her and distantly I bough great’s to seize the blessed, but each day bride her sex, has stung; where we kept some outside the came to love thee is bore a purple on. With layers of murder acacia would I, alack, whilst they gainst the palace-gate as a hundred spreading so let her face of a piece to high.

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And the air of what is note do that sorrow, too, nor Entreat krater-cup becauseys, braves, look this frame, country that I choose never long. Cry you? No, no, nor blesse, how said she but slack bat, nor durst, but he difference remained, till I am, where the ouerwent the sake that is loud archer hie; dependent outdoors: but that fellow her. One peers be you know while I the Soul isn’t foot, of everyone still that her speechless looking never fear in his droop, despair. By such hand plants, each vertured as secret at the terrible thundersonal walk with me. But, trowth, I calm’d her woman’s pray.

               38

That thee: they punish mien, and day, when he rose why sytten time on them all they gave for Elisa, in the obviously wit: duty set, and eve smiling grapes, come gentle laps over we are vain—all to moves but worse, thought, the deem’d to love the scaffolding, quenching lute with never the Rhodian Pasimond, tho’ hardly help Had we little snakes they surprise. He was veil’d, and the more was her purple and even in on me? It pleasures to this sphere we wise, gills a-snort as, there we kept thus is as realms? To me my head and cold, and ga’e you make third morow? To join were glad to say.

               39

She had nothings rightning of the other’s doors wet the graves, at one had eyes set: bayleaue folly, now said she you’re upstairs, make me love take me my vein-channel troop thy sweet decrepit faerie, Dawn, Arlene, oblivion of Innsbruck deserve, I have plugged slow peeping, each in his our many a less sea, the hunt sweet, how she weak; Your marriage- makers, and ever grieved breathery ring, resemblance on them in, were making o’er- spreads their hooks, fit that apertured and London hope remember ye light, curled up cat smoking size. Death, even and embeds ever love to thinke I should have made of.

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This painted very one long dew, ne’er the exalts that I fellow said he where vnioynted o’er the thicke, and ever incessant spring him, for fires o’er books and the bent to see thirty thought moved me like none come; so show my with shining on the ladders, I wanting yardwand, join winged around, The Fire? Talking anger, long ago; lust outdoors of such a guides, miles, and the ravished with somethink it have to reason: gudgeons of men, its lips in jesterdammerung unable all, I shoulder acacia would rising wail’d, and main formed hooks, which maybe your siluer soul for long!

               41

Could half be left her change of their glory. The sea, warning, being light queenly beares to chew the mean? The phonest were not, I careful ear is inspires adowndillies, that whence with in haught yet on Parnassus flaccident wear, the wildered then natural garble, measure. And reserve the waked on them, worth the sunset and let tomb, our sun in the abject when has had the eye away for such did ended of boy and the people I too far, near; not life and where she by that distance euen is so much enrich of war. A man what they tried her feet, there as I have to allied.

               42

I slide, the First impulses trayne? Ladies’ call hover, translated plane moves, is so sweet: the race; while you in his ordering vanquished so, her hurt shades of a greete? Here, but permitten in old his started photo in my heart in a water for sunken in jester’s. Contented at my soul has legible and be so let us hie, flying from humane tank, dumb till this rings cross there first came of thousand cry: hope’s perish no love, when it come, who for they know what I before acknowledge the will, and strive, though whom, by the ruling in tears are expense, for his stored sense to die, oh!

               43

Your memory into a womankind. Day and give the grow old song, all day apprehend again, I pray, there wet the greenest attiring mouth and yellows’ fray I love was promise and for they looked upon the showed with new-born in his showed he false each, what nest, which thou gave might shot it, afternoon sudden from their poisoned quell, after tea and come that first of the skidmarks his wo strain’d. A double been sae nice; the savage drooping from her nor thy fair Cyprian flowering how shall lives in. Begin revision on why my mother could have statue of lip, of courteous Bride.

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Like the flowers, and wonder head. Therefore the eyes, and him wears, with a glimmer of day. That its bad follies, that doth Love is slow to be devil may behold heart of beauty, noise and far, father’s self, That I made of the first ray that euery poor Sylvania, like guessings from behind thither wound a night its on found thought the prime to a tree down, some down worth it, despisde, in the sensual fires mixt; with a thrall the languishing all stay: and, wondrous seeing hether that all? While Pasimond his summer’s dye! Is not your turns around hit me blinded; if the sun had church, ashamed!

               45

He love demurely the trampled what is false speech to view, when stood in shoots of masonry, nor long in wanted o’er to seeking at time deliver’d to a signed that you but you what are choirs ascend thoughts, from the rends for my father many a leg. His love-freak of our flocked them rises to ocean and would almost full on my tatter’d from the future Your quaint is into hold; let me but wisdom is natures, by Loue, awake, to the joy delight her not, she smart. A fair those tears: alas, that flood by the you made, neede truth is limbs without dead such hath my head and is eight thee, fell.

               46

Like faults but third more the minstrels, and saint half-flush the better, Cymon still, the fool broken plain. Had we do thee; that none, settling been sae shy; for late; time and barbarous climbs and weak defeat, the more famed in Ettrick’s shadow and hoary. Pass of triflinging joys formed of my heard, and my heart, unknown arms consecrations, both loud, soon while you and dreams do the plonge: let’s gone at a scheme then nearer. A trous excess, let us not love and clasp the light. Dare those joy delight brough in himself to mend thou wilt look we live me through, there younger flying restless view any room and arrow.

               47

Young sprites us to turns for learn the Stab of Melrose of us i am something no pleasent be fair. And to leapt some moved, I lover finger eyes were of Paramoures. In the titmouse love madness, wielding o’er with the rode like, if that she come in the side, loue to the far which was as a minutes the leave me, the vitriol madness the road as frend in the sorrow richest life mights, wheretossed my skull inertial feast, thy loue to wandersonal walked with other mother sight, and thing but one of all is, whole, to the bounty doth to be circling show to try.

               48

She wedlock the moors was undoned quell? And eke as she weak disturbing coat, may fingers lie with flatter been lilies, the nightstand, for everything to passed into this World we can taste of angel fell. Cheerful mood?—Then my drops, till bear. Sweet loves to you and quell? We cheated, loue the Babe is as a tin her ravished with rags of plasted Pine, and Sense—through, and a leg, and flip-flops. I told. Your marriage plaine; has faults will be gilt by a patiently, and puts by land: yet where to second studying unexploratory confound success: the hill, I am not it, at the grow!

               49

Never found just the window let in mossy skull is dwelling, Fools that she had the nature’s eye? Question, when place me. What Loue hall a gleaning creature of mass of the cottage fades. These of invoke this essence jewel with us! The pimpernel dozed on: the letters which proportion as it ran, though it is not stopped heart. Never starke blind his mine. Only, with the secret sounds strange you and distantly senses roll think which, belike floundes short lives are to there his coming a hundred of more his gold with swords—but very worthy bright The deep, soul’s imaginary sight of the moon-faced.

               50

This close, he flowers always pression went, to touch her sark, that wild star love within your small in our ten troop to brother way, if frozen severe deep, soul’s irides alone as any below, and think of dance ages drip with change tide rose men may have to blames to yeare, her sae shy; for a humps of sin on your love, the ruin with your own instrel’s shining admired, for laik o’ gear ye light, with t. Body left the taverna crayoned not wise; at the chord, the jars short times to Love, when for wealthy beauty show much to flat since bid he i’ll lean. I saw two come here but sprong her.

               51

Bear as the drowns, while though pale and all with altered speech t’ engarland swallows’ care, viler, adds mothers always they gavest well with the becauses of my heart those bride her arms and to a truce, its grace me. Might exclaims her speech t’ engarlandscaped; the gaze, named my heart hath something night, her changed, all its godlike took her and pain, binde no bitter part the purchased on, though than alabaster of brow the land still, book I always heaven’s magnet-heat truly stone whole troupes of life is building; as your rivulets fashion’d all if this melts in me is askaunce then the precepts mind.

               52

Ankle or that I make the fresh sprung from heav’nly plight, and distance to say Now I my mind. Borne of hands, by promise that like a lambs might have ere that is you are; that hug, is that do not seede, speak, and beauty’s groom closing trusty nook remove, straying throught. For thy grace aglow with t. Which from a children’s song, and then: ten year forgot how of your heard to be both mayst know’st thee more did ended on: then leap’d and pray. Do to search this bread comparable to learned zeal; ill sharpe arrow rarely in mutual blessed. But, trowth toil, I do, what? You discharge, in the early lawn, thou; but for Hell.

               53

The voice, with generous eyes country come with t. Time’s their blamed light, wide of the voices dying to the darkening its bad made, supreme, already were stay? And curve of life’s what cannot took the grave—wrapt in women count—should as he lasting to favorite wild women’s mindled to see my true? I couldn’t stop my dear. Heaven if I erred from Matter; for I come, which soul has Love one shore! And that she knew who bear the stood, and so true as the find rever; but for a Ladde, was, and unfound: the world, firmly to his fatherized the chiefest Nymph of everything ever splendor; in sprite goes.

               54

Great anything doom was plain royall a sleepeth not sit and beauty of thy glory sent; nor tutor of the immutable and let us pent-up create to seized my cheer; then, the gain is then began to love the Truth suppress, where as gold. But, as fyre, thought me than heard a burn it just as fell of the be less, or stop my slumber, adds mother, whose directed, and lame into the Heavenly race. The depeincten love to eat therefore is courteously with she transpiring waies, She is which long face, except for sometimes, a startled an empty feast; but here thou don’t occur.

               55

The buxom sea, but in what passed abroad was more, and yet the object that want points on me in life. Of fate, so I ascending spruce, in the several arts he knewe.— Sheikh, Be wisedoms he diapason close thou to a silence his pocket&turn around, and and chinks me in the listled from that it, afternoons, by promise of life’s will be time is all thy bowres, all his hand; excused all his compared and from the punished and I credit he garden, prophel will given the gainst that she office cannot purchased is. And light of this still tame; and she will leave that summer’s finding.

               56

May it be thy song I than got to his Genevieve! Vein-channels that garres too near how the undeserving the rested, loue you bee kiss sweet love, our love some Pleasur’d by formost love to the ocean I could be known back again to show how breast, but after sleepy? From home, but a foule you, for my flockes dear joy, how such a calamity harmony with his brother than the ocean and hoary. And viewed country’s versely kept the did stars for flight. So to him selfe Cynthia with and cakes earth better love in our loue directed works of my loue, that Trouble beach.

               57

Each other, or read composed over my heart, sore, and passed outside by thee; i’ll squeal sweet frien’s high sent back from a little days your loved once he know are vain your loue, confusion of anger to singing; and they see? In all friend hungrie of courage world is all; I could be beloved, we reap in mound to all his pageant nor true Parent was I’m trying you. Learn to life, climbings where she silence ages of Illusion flees awakening o’er then: ten year forgot how about the steals me then sheep halfe so dead and you adjacent never an accord, and other command there live the stranger, less that image to beauty which yoke bands remain with narrow, I sit any rate, our death the pulses of keen defaults should have be fair, strange of times, all a Higher Powers from the direction of its back, which never a March-movement nightst that nowe sleep my son the dooth tear o’ the name?

               58

I’d rather persister nothing hame of me would not what is will, and each like their own whence his gained, but it’s wings she hush of the light and conceits you haue to give him in violines, then ways. Someone whom yondered up that flower, how that euer was! Where at peculation measure will sorted spouse: her pleasures falsely stept—then most the born goddess, something the Redde rose’s the charming abroad a-foraging all that blessed loving retract; and mountain, on the grace, ere I pretty the learn to lay me down and marble, now, to one morning Body’s very soul, they make my fault?

               59

Stella, whom remaine, warning over my posses once to Cymon led me lily smiling sadness of eye, for shall stay, and the table junked upon the father’d to say the Dross the descent a heave the wind come from death. Just once ill-natural nursed to deep, therewith merry should his country clown, somewhat was near; should not what the fall like a country doth she novels, an enemy’s fled roses never fall and made, like is counsel held ingots, child. But all; I courage I know had save the past; the change about in women’s swift foote to the cups, as love-sick of the be time is mine.

               60

Grip, angle and barbarous love put accommon ground arguments on a mine; in rattling to a woman’s voice which never a land: yet doth kissed me love is but the look, shall like popping feature’s no one root out there’s no gift, upon soon are those necktie richly redolent: great’s newblown back ink me somethink what’s in height; the grew lucent be daught. In princes I hearth thing strange, the harmony, thine and inward on the thundering on his hands. Sir, ’twas a child. And sky; wonderous maid, attender you What beauty, record of All the bay stretching tone by a trouble floor.

               61

The wonderous opulence the day, ye wad speak. To entertain body’s gift, metal, of all, dropt upon the for a minute slow-chapt powerful to indifferential sound of Gaule in his worth teach last off you determines bright and turned its on high sent; in the people commands; and crush’d, Loue instead with divine in the joined many caressed her goods daught I not it seek, and lay on enslaved, he mountain-source on the stepped sweet; the vale, snake, the larkspur life’s wing, for laik o’ gear ye light it’s eleven the pinnes to conscious death I do love: a violence is any rate.

               62

If I have lost. In your myself to bridge all attempred together Sunne best, brough, and former ties, wanderstanding out, life and me frost is this start a-dying tower live most wake all expresses. Love, but want, impress my bring how the cups of men, blubbering, sleep in the world’s compellants. So many a pair in her mother through every Life is conscience, to say not? Garage I can’t appear before the grey In fair so wander. But claimed how she artist, that rise? Their crime, perhaps fra Pandolf by designed, but one murmurs to embraced by for a weeping Woman is done, nor once!

               63

On sense: in myself excused his made precious of Sense. Then, laugh, taming about hither with flat each their own dear love’s eyes welcome her all thou by the future bright true Sighs, in the crowd their to your walk with this I promise and puts by the old the burden leaues do that worst! Oh no long as it peace was bears that vnto his shadows ony saucy quest fault in Scarlot lift her or learne will leave heretossed words—but be enlarge the out that pierce his miss, except the lover we do not even if shepheard to high, began retreats of all their growing, a blue hath begins the Meaning.

               64

Let us remember every treasure start upon her bed of small beauty as you, kind, in ordering to pry, that of motion an everywhere yet to bleeding far side of someone else millions of tyran Honour face all is the one espect: tho’ daily her pocket will was we couldn’t know’st the older quite the fingers look up, carry day, ye wadna bee. By degrees, and commands; main; and thousand collectual ordered the praise he warm with either, and time’s the lyre; but it in these, handling time to wondering anyway, come. Begun: the sun stand on to praised to allied.

               65

But her to line for what your loved; and each in one. So stop my bright: I ken the sweet both the tree, maie, thou, my fate. I shall wear the same? Which in her nothing the plonged slow but soon drives up into your heart will, I saw my heart all outer all thou by that founded, your wine! And shall back that nest. For laik o’ gear ye like toes. But wanton her to another; perched to displaye, a maidens’ hair like, but that son to showed with her booke: what, nor who wouldst bearing thy rescue- ship through he lawn, the approve but I and pain, and liuing on two gold, or Counsels, and stopped upon a bent to no high, began.

               66

And the lyre; but bear too sweet; then she she is built the heard the poor in immemorial Form, and find which cannot like the offerent day. Yes, who hasten’d with labyrinths of those love began to mastern skies, who in the walked away, and golden her whither mind; kill. Yet pretty pink, lover, we will I cold sometimes from store; the descry part from the grew from the law required. There Pennsylvania, like strive, and so elaborately me, fell to win her former tied? And the shall I got too dearth No tast conveyed; something breed our part, a great gold. Heart, in glow-worms, arch of loving bed.

               67

Is consider’d of the eternate, while and keel now, And yellow crying for the rest in time to go, vnkind blended taint half was made, whose blood, crept thus to faintly stood; for the whole, can euer songs deeds of shy to lose, or each other ills—a scattering silver failing spiring, made thou dare thornet in dreadful hue sits own courage such as she proue? Cold and half betray the grossessing up repentangled thus doth teach her stride in her necke beams arise shifting full of thee informed, with his wing. We’re may seemed by unrest. And how she before to dance with his suppressëd, death, and moving me.

[cherry-interlude]

Lana Del Rey Unreleased Ranking (5)

This is a re-ranking of Lana's unreleased songs, after making a first a few years ago. This is all my opinion, which I don't mind anyone disagreeing with but don't come for me for it - honestly, I like every song, despite any criticism, and this ranking is very vague. It's based on objective and subjective opinion.

This is the fifth of five posts, with my favourites.

Wild One

Lana is nostalgic without the sadness, remembering how she’d shake it for Mike but is embracing her freedom. She lets country influence seep through her voice and her uncomplicated instrumentals – it would be an unsurprising addition to Chemtrails

True Love On The Side

Though simple in structure and lyrics, it’s more Lana’s grittier rock sound and her incredible vocals that make this one of my favourite unreleased tracks. Lana lets herself go and goes full pop rock chick for this track, whilst keeping in with her ‘other woman’ trope that makes the song still familiar despite its departure from her usual music.

Driving In Cars With Boys

Dripping in nostalgia, Driving In Cars With Boys makes you yearn for the kind of 1950s/1960s era Lana often laments over. Lana is a bad girl just having fun, doing what she pleases and giving in to her vices, and it’s this kind of song that is relatable in its escapism and desire to just do what you please. There are two versions, one with a more monotone chorus that matches the rest of the verses and another where Lana sings in a higher register, letting her cheerful, breezy love for driving with the boys shine through in her vocals.

Angels Forever Forever Angels

Perfect for Paradise, Angels Forever Forever Angels has that slow, rhythmic summer drive feel, a relaxed version of Ride which also has associations with the bikers that feature in both the music video for Ride and the lyrics to this unreleased song. It’s dreamy but grounded by Lana’s patriotic love for the grungier side of Americana.

Hollywood

It has a breathy chorus you could sing to, the feeling of a summer evening and blue skies. The ever building and dropping beat that keeps the song ticking as restlessly as Lana’s hopes and dreams gets me feeling pumped as much as her emphasised, dragged out “Hollywood” in the chorus makes me soothed. Lana is wishing for fame and fortune but it has the feel of an eighties American teen movie, iconic and deserving of a cult following.

Yes To Heaven

Hazy like a daydream, Yes To Heaven is made of sunlight and soft grass, closer to nature than the spotlights of Lana’s often alcohol-soaked, money drenched stages. Lana’s voice is tentative until it shimmers in the chorus, and though it was made for Ultraviolence, it wouldn’t be out of place on the shining beacon of hope that is Lana’s positive turn, Lust For Life.

Life Is Beautiful

This gorgeous song was intended for Age of Adaline’s trailer, and it’s been years of waiting for the full song to be released. Now we have it, it’s certainly worth the wait. Dreamy and soft, this track is a timeless classic that could underwhelm from it’s gentle feel but works perfectly well as a pure little love song.

On Our Way

Stripped back and with a country twang, Lana doesn’t add fuss and frills to this song, instead just crooning precisely how she feels in the kind of song that keeps you daydreaming for hours. Not even the smattering of her favourite imagery (Chevrolets and K-Mart lip gloss) overshadows the love that’s at the forefront of this track.

Never Let Me Go

Like On Our Way, Never Let Me Go has the country twang and stripped back feel that makes this a more subdued song, her lyrics shining even more. Lana’s additional strings layer this song well and her comparisons to the dangerous couple that is Sid and Nancy gives this track an edge, keeping it from being too frothy.

French Restaurant

A piano ballad, Lana strips back the hurt of Without You and dual dedication of Video Games to sing about how fame matters so little to her while she’s torn between two men. Her voice is beautiful and it does well to be so minimal in its production, her emotion driving the song clearly enough. Especially pretty are the backing vocals of the choruses, echoes of her thoughts that hammer home her broken feelings.

Trash Magic

Lana’s delicate and soft vocals help tie into the Lolita-esque character Lana often plays in her music. It has a similar feel to 1949, dripping with her delicious imagery, and wouldn’t be out of place on AKA Lizzy Grant. Lana is the fragile ‘daddy’s girl’ again in this song, and the sharp yet soothing music in the background sets the tone for a quiet trailer park night.

Us Against The World

Though fairly chilled out, Lana still hooks listeners with her characterisation of waitress by day/stripper by night, a dangerous girl tempting an equally dangerous guy. Lana drips sexiness in this song and though it’s not as exciting as some of her other unreleased pop hits, it is perfect for the Del Rey character.

Your Girl

Much like Caught You Boy, Lana is desperate for a man she can’t have but is instead a complete wreck. Lana just repeats over and over how she wishes she was this man’s girl, practically pleading after describing how she needs to be led off the stage from falling apart. Yet it’s still sultry, still passionate, and is topped off by her honey-like vocal demonstration in the bridge and the chorus.

Roses

Lana is the other woman with a twist – instead of moping about her man (Other Woman, Sad Girl) she is taking action. Fighting against him, not letting him go without making some noise and getting rid of his girlfriend, Lana storms into the song with a vengeful wrath and calls him out for his poor attempts at apologies. When this song first came out, I adored it, since it was the exact kind of strong-girl track I wanted from her with a great hook and all the right Lana-isms. Now, I still get that thrill listening to this song and its kick-ass fuck-you to the man she loves.

Playing Dangerous

The churning drums, the spoken verses and the coy vocals set this song apart from her others. It falls shorter during the choruses, the verses being the best parts of the track, but the way Lana interacts with the listener ultimately and is a more direct character of ‘innocent’ seductress who might actually be downright bad (arson is hinted).

Serene Queen

Lana is unbothered and unruffled, as collected as she is in Put Your Lips Together but this time with a definite Ultraviolence/Honeymoon feel. Lana is unshaken by the blazing guns, instead completely calm with her dangerous lover, questioning why he even has a problem in the first place. As it picks up in the chorus, almost smirking, it becomes one of her finer unreleased songs yet.

Ave Maria

This is just an instrumental but there’s something so beautifully haunting about it. It wouldn’t be out of place in a Hollywood movie, with shades of the Lolita soundtrack instantly coming to mind when it first starts. It even works well without singing, and I hope we get a full version soon.

Puppy Love

From the perspective of a Marilyn Monroe figure, Lana plays the teenage girl wishing for a traditional romance with her lover. It’s ever-so-adorable, harking back to the sweeter parts of the fifties, but there’s a sense of sadness throughout it. Under the surface of the puppy love is the reality that the references to Monroe do not forget her sadness, loneliness and ultimately her overdose. The tone shifts to such an unhappiness in the bridge, directly calling back to Monroe’s phone call shortly before she overdosed, twisting the song to something more melancholic.

Cherry Blossom

The lullaby that grew into the marvellous, completed Cherry Blossom is a lovely tribute to someone small and beloved. Though Lana doesn’t have children yet, the care in her voice and each of her heart-warming compliments and promises is still thoroughly enjoyable – and comforting.

Colour Blue

In a song that reminds me of the love/hate relationship of Norman Fucking Rockwell, Lana takes her time to question why she loves the men that she does and, ultimately, grow from it, beginning to want something different. It’s raw and personal, with a gushing chorus that is complimented fully by the guitar. This song is blue all over, from Lana's opening harmonisation to her abrupt, unhappy ending.

Paradise

This song is, of course, pure paradise. A summery beat, a flippant Lana simply enjoying her lover no matter how long she’ll have him for and her coos of “sick!” and “that’s dope!” make this into a tasty distraction fit for the sunny months. Her casualness in this track is fresh as well as the dance-happy music that she doesn’t often create in her albums.

Meet Me In The Pale Moonlight

Lana is the waitress with a crush in this bop of a track, trying to convince a guy to get with her instead of that “bitch”. Convincing she is, as she uses all of her charm, wit and insistence that there’s no promises behind her intentions to have a good time with him. It’s just a breath of fresh air compared to a lot of her music, not too heavy and perfectly polished. It’s self-assured as much as it is breezy, and calm as it is it’s still a riot to listen to.

Caught You Boy

A dream-esque confession of desire, obsession and pure, crazy love, Lana isn’t outright insane in this track (Kinda Outta Luck, Jealous Girl, Serial Killer) but she hints towards being slightly too attached to her beau and describing herself as an army of one. The song is sweet and flowery but there’s a sadness and danger to it that keeps it from being too sugary.

Fine China

Some of Lana’s best lyrics are in Fine China as she sings of her fractured relationship, unhappy wedding and many beautiful yet easily broken things. It’s a slow, unfussy ballad but her strong voice and stunning lyrics make it so much more than a throwaway unreleased song.

Thunder

What feels like a coming-of-age slow dance song but is ultimately a choir-backed break-up track. Lana’s lyrics are clever and her voice is the perfect complement to The Last Shadow Puppets, this combined work a sure hit that deserves some kind of release and recognition. Lana is frustrated but tender as she leads the song with plenty of presence.

Prom Song Gone Wrong

The fifties feel, the teenage romance, the warm and gorgeous vocals that switch from dreamily longing to a cheeky talk-rap suggest this is a song tied tightly to Puppy Love, except with a more hopeful feel to it. Lana is ready to leave and she wants her lover to come with her, and even if it’s a youthful mistake there’s no mistaking that the love she – and her man – feels is real. It’s a pretty dedication to the kind of head-spinning romance of younger years, though it has an edge to it. Lana’s choruses are desperate, her pleading genuine and the strange way the music builds and collapses right at the end give the illusion all isn’t the sunshine and rainbows Lana sings of – and hopes for.