#A Kid for Two Farthings
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thatfilmbloguk · 9 months ago
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A Kid for Two Farthings (1955) review - Tender, historical British drama
The London of 70 years ago is very different to the bustling, uber-capitalist cityscape it is today. Or at least, that’s the first thing you’ll glean when watching A Kid for Two Farthings, Carol Reed‘s 1955 comedy newly refurbished for home StudioCanal’s Vintage Classics label. Fairly loose when it comes to narrative, the film charts the ongoing tribulations of a small community of blue-collar…
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trans-leek-cookie · 1 year ago
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God i love rewatching ACOC and watching the adventuring parties cause it's so so fun with new Ravening War info. Something a lil funny is that someone asked "hey bc it's really easy to tell where someone is from how does international espionage work?" And Brennan mainly says like hiring people from within the country or just acting like a typical expat.
And Aabria, with Karna, said "disguise self"
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vidavalor · 1 year ago
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Good Omens has shown us, among other things...
-Crowley pointing the paintball gun at Aziraphale and giving the office workers miraculous escapes from death *before* it showed us The Blitz, Part 2's Bullet Catch that shows us what he was referencing to Aziraphale by doing so
-Aziraphale's love of human magic and his vanishing coins act and Crowley grumbling about all of it *before* it showed us "the farthing has vanished!" and The Marvelous Mr. Fell and his "volunteer assistant" on stage in 1941
-The 1862 breakup *before* the 1827 scene that gives context for their traumas that led to the breakup
-The sexy lunch in 2008 *before* the ox rib date that started it-- all the way back in 2500 B.C..
-Crowley telling Aziraphale about his night dealing with the antichrist baby: "Well, not, delivered-delivered, just... handed it over" *before* professional midwife/cobbler Bildad the Shuite "birthing" Job and Sitis some "new" kids
-Crowley, alone, forced into the start of Armageddon by delivering the antichrist in a picnic basket *before* 1967, in which Aziraphale dreams of a world they could get to before they run out of time in which they could go on a picnic together
-Aziraphale looking to the side Crowley always comes up on when he hears the miracle sound in the sushi restaurant in 1.01 *before* we even know that Crowley always comes up in the same way from various scenes teaching us this
-Aziraphale's tartan obsession *before* its origin story, which is the date in Edinburgh in 1827 wherein he became spirituality Scottish and thought he lost Crowley and after which he adopted the tartan as a thing related to the two of them and never stopped wearing it. See also: showed us 1967 and the tartan thermos *before* explaining to us that the tartan isn't just something Aziraphale likes but is something with meaning to the two of them together as a pair
-Crowley rambling drunkenly about bananas, fish and gorillas in the bookshop *before* his and Aziraphale's 'banana fish gorilla shoelace with a dash of nutmeg' conversation over wine in 1941, showing us that he was drunkenly remembering in a scene in S1 a romantic scene in their history that we didn't know then and wouldn't know until S2
-Crowley & Aziraphale dining at The Ritz in 2008 in 1.01 *before* we even know that was The Ritz or why it matters that it was, which they don't tell us until the final, romantic moments of S1
-Crowley obsessively growing a large, lush, overhanging canopy of plants in his apartment *before* telling us he's got a thing for vavoom-y erotic gazing and kissing under the shelter of canopies the likes of which have never been seen in a Richard Curtis film
So, my dear, dear loves... explain to me why I'm not going to be adding to this list next season:
-that heartbreaking 2.06 kiss *before* the first one they had a bazillion years ago?
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sacramentohistorymuseum · 1 year ago
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We’ve been sharing throughout this month, for the lead up to Halloween, some of the odd, strange, absurd, and creepy cuts from the Lewis Winter Collection. Due to the popularity of these prints, Jared decided to print more copies.
In this video, Jared printed two different electrotypes (copies of woodcuts) that Lewis Winter designed in the 1890s. The first is of a frog riding a penny farthing bicycle and the second print depicts two kids misusing a grindstone. We don’t know why Lewis Winter made these about 130 years ago, but the second print is certainly one of the stranger and most absurd cuts in his collection.
This press run of 60 copies of each print was made with green rubber base ink using a 3x5 Kelsey Excelsior tabletop printing press. These prints are now for sale, as part of a bundle with 3 other prints, in our museum store and website!
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mythica0 · 3 months ago
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Forgiveness
🎂:Fop a new wish
🧁/🍫: N/A
Summary: Hazel uses her rule free wish so none of her friends forget Fairies and Fairy world, including dev. He wonders why she’s still being nice to him.
A/N: so! Ending of the Finale! So spoilers! Obviously! Hope ya’ll enjoy! ;3
Forgiveness
“You are next!” Jorgen’s booming voice rang, as he pointed towards Dev and his father. “And then the girls friends!”
“WAIT!” Hazel shouts, stopping Jorgen as he pointed his large wand towards the Dimmadomes.
“I still get one rule free wish, don’t I?”
“Yup!” Wanda replied, hovering over the much larger fairy. “For one million wishes! Well, one million and one now, after restoring everything.”
“How are you getting that?” Cosmo asked, “from 999,999..” Hazel moved on as he mumbled about math and numbers under his breath.
“And for my one rule free wish, I wish that me and my friends, including Dev, get to remember fairy world forever!” She emphasized the words of the wish(for dramatic effect)
Jorgen seemed shocked and slightly angry, and colors and words like a cartoon background (hmmm) appeared around him. “WHA- I- YOU!!”
“Sorry Jorgen, rules are rules!” Wanda smirked “And in this case, no rules!” Cosmo finished for her.
Afterwards, Jorgen wished Dale’s memory away and poofed him back to the human world. And, begrudgingly, did not wish away the memory of Dev, Antony, Winn or Jasmine.
The group of friends on the side cheered and hugged, happy for the victory. Dev looked down at his shoes as he walked over to them.
He took off his shades, revealing the tears in his eyes. “W.. why did you help me, forgive me? How do you still consider me a friend? After all of that?”
Hazel softened at his words.
“Oh, Dev…. You don’t want to hurt people, you’re lashing out in hopes of making your dad notice you… because all you truly want is his love. But he will never care about you more than his business, no matter how hard you try. And that’s not your fault. It’s his. And You have all the family you really need, right here.” She gestured to the group around them.
Dev sniffed, tears still in his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. “Thanks Hazel. I needed to hear that.”
She smiled. “Hey, having a therapist for a mom makes me preeetty good at this sorta thing,”
The comment got a wet laugh from dev as he wiped his eyes.
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All 8 people sat on Penny-farthing dirt bikes in the sunset.
“Are you ready to go godkids? And friends of godkids? What do we call that?” Wanda asked, stopping for a moment.
“Like I said before,” Hazel smiled, “family.”
Then they rode off into the sunset, leaving a trail of odd sounds and Pennies on the ground.
———THE E-
“Are you kidding me?! They ended this on a fart joke! We better get a season two!”
———THE END————————————————
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riallasheng · 2 years ago
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Do you think Thunderbirds (TOS) was made for kids? Because the amount of smoking in that show LMFAOOO and there are some "adult" jokes in a few eps too like the Attack of the Alligators
Hello my lovely Anon, I hope you're having a wonderful day, and I wish you a kind year to follow as we come up on the New Year ^_^
To answer your question: Well... Kinda.
While Thunderbirds was officially released as a 'for children' program, it was written and designed 'for all ages' AND (to be utterly frank) 'for kids' shows of today are MUCH more... well... younger and 'softer' I guess is the way to put it. It's generally assumed kids can't handle a lot of things that used to be totally fine... in some ways that's good, in some ways that's bad.
The U rating, which is Kids shows in England, often showed things that by todays standards would be pg13 if not higher (no sexual stuff, but death, and violence, and so on). I mean look at Animals of Farthing Wood for a 'Childrens Show' (not even FAMILY) for examples of this. It's a great show, but it would NEVER be made today, because there are character deaths and on-screen violence and so on.
The adult jokes pretty much ALWAYS went over the heads of kids watching, and still usually does (not just for Tbirds but shows and films in general). It generally has to be really explicit before the average kid picks up on innuendo, or jokes about taxes, etc.
Plus, as I said, while it was rated U and thus 'for children' Thunderbirds was WRITTEN 'for the entire family / for everyone' and easily half of the audience were teens and up, and with the kids watching, the adults in the house were usually watching the show as well, and generally enjoying it. So the Andersons had that in mind as they wrote the first 3 Supermarionation shows (the final two, Scarlet and Secret Service, were aimed at teens to adults, and if I recall correctly lost the U rating).
There was action and adventure and rescues nd silly, easy to understand, jokes for the kids watching... and stuff for the teens and adults watching 'baked in' as well, like the romance and a subtext that older viewers could enjoy. Worked too, given how much of a phenomenon the Anderson shows generally were, Thunderbirds in particular was MASSIVE. (Plus, there were a lot of fans watching the show after / alongside the comics and novels, which were aimed at teen and up audiences, so they came in more... hm... primed to pick up the subtext if that makes sense)
As for the smoking... while cigarette ADS were banned in... it was either 64 or 67 I forget... Characters smoking was not banned from children's programs in the UK until recently. Heck it wasn't banned in the US until the 1970s (by Nixon in the mid 70s I think). Sort of like guns with that, where in the 1980s guns could only shoot lasers, you always had to see a parachute for the enemy aircraft you shot down, etc. While it's CURRENTLY a taboo and shocking thing to see... at the time it wasn't considered such. It wasn't even done for COOL FACTOR either, the characters are seen smoking because it was just... normal everyday stuff. Remember, while it's common knowledge NOW, the health issues of smoking weren't really KNOWN at the time this came out. That was more the late 60s through the 70s. Heck, the UK didn't ban smoking indoors until... 2008? And there are still many countries where it isn't banned at all.
but the TL;DR is... It was a children's program, TECHNICALLY. ^_^ But it both was aimed at and written for all ages and had elements that most kids wouldn't pick up on worked in for the older audiences and fans watching... and 'kids shows' have become more and more sanitized and 'kiddy' as time has passed on top of that.
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troublebrewing-if · 1 year ago
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Jingling Misery
Quinn divides their life into two eras: before their best friend and after. 
Quinn sits on her hands, watching Beau’s performance. It’s going well – Sir Merewin is roaring in laughter, and even Lady Elinor is smiling faintly. That’s good. It seemed to Quinn that Lady Elinor ran the show here, and so impressing her is good. Castle Davenport is close to Mama and Papa’s house, and Beau said Quinn could visit on her days off if they got this position.
But there were so many people here, and they had such nice clothes that Quinn felt embarrassed in her bright, banana-yellow jester’s outfit and cap. It was different here than any other place. Even before she became Beau’s apprentice, Quinn had helped Mama with cooking and cleaning. The children here didn’t have chores, and some of them are older than her!
Then Beau is calling her for help with his next trick, and she hears some of the children giggling as she jingles miserably across the floor. Stupid bells. Beau says that she should be proud of her cap because it represents that she is free to speak as she will. All it does is remind her that she’s supposed to be entertaining. All the time. It’s exhausting.
After the performance, Beau goes to speak with Sir Merewin and Lady Elinor and tells her to wait for him to be done. Not much else to do anyway. All the kids who had been watching – and God, Sir Merewin had a lot of kids – cleared out.
All but one.
A small child is peering at Quinn from behind their mother’s skirts. Lady Elinor kneels to whisper something to them, and she feels a pang of homesickness. She wishes her own mother were here.
The child nods and scurries over. “Hi!”
“Hi,” Quinn responds.
“I liked your magic trick,” they say, a little breathless. “Can you do it again?”
She can’t. She hasn’t learned the trick that Beau did yet, though she does know how he does it. Though something tells her this child wouldn’t appreciate being told that. She’s about to say no and slink back to the corner of the room, but the eagerness with which the child looks at her reminds her of her little sister Timandra. A lump forms in her throat thinking about Tim. The girl had been four when Quinn left home, but now she was probably this child’s age. “How about I show you a different one?”
They consider the offer, biting their lip. Then they grin. “Sure!”
“OK. Hey, what’s that behind your ear?” Quinn asks, feeling a bit silly. She hasn’t done this trick in a while, but her audience of one is already at the edge of their seat. Or they would be, if they were sitting down. So, with a deep breath, she palms a farthing and reaches behind the kid’s ear. Then she pulls the coin back out. “A whole farthing! You’ve really got to clean your ears, you know. You rich people are always shedding money.”
“Oh!” they cry out in delight, bouncing on their toes. “That’s so cool!” They eye the coin, then magnanimously declare, “You can keep it.”
“Uh, thanks,” Quinn says, pocketing her own coin. “Is that all you wanted?”
“That was awesome,” they say. “Do you want to play? What’s your name?”
“Quinn,” she replies, feeling a little regretful. She hasn’t played with another child in a while, other than the occasional fool’s apprentice she met while traveling with Beau. But she can’t just run off while her master is talking to who might very well be their future bosses. “And I’d like to, but I can’t.”
They follow her gaze back to Beau and their parents, then nod in understanding. “Hold on.”
With a flounce – Quinn has never seen a human being flounce before – they run back to the adults, nearly tripping over their own feet. “Mommy! Daddy! Can me and Quinn go play?”
Lady Elinor and Sir Merewin break off their conversation with Beau and face their bouncing offspring. Lady Elinor nods, her massive wig nearly falling off her head, and Sir Merewin ruffles their hair. “Of course, my persimmon! I don’t mind at all if you and your little friend play.”
Then the child spins around to Beau. “Is it okay with you, Mister Quinn’s Dad?”
Beau snorts but turns his attention to Quinn. “If you want to go play, Quinn, go on. You’ve earned it.”
Something warm and pleasant blossoms in Quinn’s chest as she nods enthusiastically. The child runs past her, ignoring their mother’s calls to not run in the castle, and calls over their shoulder. “Come on! I want to show you my somersault! By the way, my name’s Cassidy!”
Quinn thinks it might not be so terrible here.
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basmathgirl · 1 year ago
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Asking the weirdly specific asks! 1 and 4.
Hello @caitylove! Thank you so much for the questions. 😃
chipotle order?
Okay, I'm going to be totally honest and admit that I had to Google what "chipotle" is. And apparently there are a few restaurants from the Mexican grill in this country. Who'd have thought?! I obviously need to get out more. The nearest ones to me are in London and Cambridge. Well, when in the Cambridge area, we tend to go to a posh gastro pub for a meal; so that explains that one. And the last couple of times we've had a meal in London it's been in a pub...
Hmm. I sense a pattern there. Anyway, I have eaten Mexican food in nearby restaurants in recent years (and it is totally not my fault that both places have closed since then). It highly amused @helloprilly15 that I'd never tried any before that and I send her a photo of the menu (partly because it was all meaningless to me). On that occassion she recommended I choose a chimichanga, and have done so since.
4. mythical creature you think/believe is real?
When I was a very young child I really wanted to believe unicorns existed; that was down to seeing a film called "A Kid For Two Farthings", but I soon gave up on that idea. And slightly before that, my mum had me absolutely convinced there were fairies at the bottom of our garden. I'd found what I now know was a bead on he floor by my bed, but she told me it was a fairy lantern. Eee, the innocence of youth.
Everybody used to half believe the Loch Ness Monster was possible when I was young too. That iconic photo and the fairies one was confessed to be a fake., btw. We've been along the length of Loch Ness quite a lot now, and visited the exhibition a few times too, and I was never convinced it was true. Nice idea though.
While up there, we once visited the Fort Augustus Abbey, which lies at the end of Loch Ness where most of the sightings come from. If you like spiritual places, I highly recommend the abbey tour; but my youngest son was bored rigid.
Incidently, he was the one who also saw the appearance of a ghostly swirl of smoke-like matter hovering above our footstool, some years ago. I've seen such an apparition three times now; in different places. Does that count as a mythical creature? If so, I'll go with that one, thanks.
Ask me a weirdly specific question.
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those-aurora-spirits · 2 years ago
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Raito: Testing, testing, one two three… oh, it works!
Senshi: Huzzah! We can see the kids now!
Hello, and welcome!
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Senshi: Pleased to meet you all. We are a group of spirit performers hailing from the Valley, though we each come from different realms, and are of vividly different backgrounds. I am the Warrior Of Love, and these are my fellow spirits of AURORA.(⌒▽⌒)
Raito: Hello! Im quite excited to get to know you kids. You may know me as the Running Wayfarer, a spirit whom you meet in the Isle Of Dawn. I know we may seem all formal and menacing, but don’t be afraid to ask us any question under the valley sun- whether it be a curious, genuine inquiry into our past, or just a silly little statement you would like to see us react to. As long as the question is within reason! d(^_^o)
Senshi: You may address us by our original Spirit names, or our actual names stated here! Any of them is fine.
Raito: We all use they/them pronouns, but feel free to call us any pronoun you’d like! We have no gender, so we are all okay with it.(^∇^)
Senshi: Slow your roll, Raito… the others haven’t introduced themselves yet. ( ̄O ̄;)
Raito: Oh! A thousand apologies. The other two are a farthing more… shy, compared to Senshi and I here.
Senshi: Hah! Mind your choice of words… I wouldn’t label Saki as ‘shy’.
Michio: Oh, hi. You may know me as the Mindful Miner, the spirit whom you first meet deep in the hidden forest caves. ( ´ ▽ ` )ノ
Raito: Yes, Michio here may seem nothing extraordinary at first, but they’re just as special as the rest of us! The last, but certainly not least, is…
Saki: No.
Raito: But Saki-
Saki: I refuse. You will NOT make me answer to a bunch of kids in pretty clothes.
Senshi: You were okay with Robin, werent you? o(`ω´ )o
Saki: THAT WAS ONE TIME!
Raito: Senshi, Saki, NO-
[ WE WILL BE RIGHT BACK ]
Have fun asking!
(this will be edited with pictures later, when i have the time ^^)
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moonlight-fox · 3 months ago
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My favourite cartoon as a kid? The thing I consider my first media special interest? The thing that led me to the first tie-in magazine, and reading the... Err... novelization of a cartoon based on a novel written by the author of the original novel and why is that a thing that exists (I have since read the original novel)? That has stayed with me into adulthood sufficiently for it to be my PFP on most social media sites?
The Animals of Farthing Wood.
This is unambiguously a cartoon made for children, it was transmitted in a 4pm children's television slot. The inciting incident of the original series's 13-episode serial (which was adapted from a novel) is humans filling in the last pond within a woodland as part of efforts to build housing, learning of a nature preserve from a toad who had gone missing a year ago, and departing for it out of desperation. And along the way, not all of them make it. As in - It depicts the death of various characters, some slightly ambiguous, some slightly off camera.
It contains this scene:
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For context - The two field mice, along with some other small rodents, chose to stay in a reasonable environment for field mice on account that one of them is pregnant and close to birth. After giving birth a Shrike hunts the infants and... Stores them... as Shrikes are want to do, as their mother weeps helplessly and their father tries to comfort her.
In the first season, it is the only depiction of blood in the show - Infant field mice, impaled on a thorn bush.
This did not feel gratuitous to me as a child, it didn't the last time I rewatched the show. IIRC this happens after the newts (probably) died in a fire caused by a carelessly discarded cigarette, the pheasants are shot by a farmer, a rabbit drowns trying to cross a river - It happens while Fox is washed downstream and assumed dead by the characters (although the audience is shown that he is alive). It happens before one of the child rabbits is shot by a hunter, it happens before the fox hunting scene, and it happens before the hedgehogs die attempting to cross a motorway. (I... Might be forgetting some deaths in this rundown. It's not the deaths that get to me most, it's not the deaths that stayed with me most, but it is the deaths that illustrate how challenging this show was to its target demographic in a screenshot because it is the bloodiest of them.)
And at every step, I could have turned off the TV screen. I could have stopped watching after realizing that not all the characters were going to make it. That was always an option. If it was negatively impacting me my parents would have banned me from watching it, no matter how much I was enjoying it, as they had done with the animated adaptation of Attack of the Killer Tomatoes (...Perhaps the most confusing choice of film to adapt into a children's cartoon) when it consistently started to give me nightmares a couple of years prior. And other kids might have done that. But not every piece of children's media is for every kid, and different kids are ready for different things at different paces.
What this all did was give me an opportunity to practice grief when I was around 7 in a way I can't think of anything else I read or watched or engaged with as a child did. And... That actively helped me become emotionally ready for when I was 10, a classmate dying of a lifelong health condition.
And there's room within the work to do literary analysis of themes, characters, and metaphors... But that's not the thing I worry about with attitudes like the ones the OP is referring to. It's the basic stuff. The lack of opportunity being presented in the world of children's media they want - Where it's all easy to digest corporate slop - to practice the Big Emotions that are Difficult. On the child's terms. Before being forcibly exposed to them by a world that is cruel and unfeeling and which doesn't even know the child exists.
And not all children's media needs to contain as much death as this. There's plenty of children's media I consumed and enjoyed that was happy and lacking in any darkness or opportunities to practice Difficult emotions, some of which hold up today. But those didn't stay with me as much, nor did I become sufficiently invested in them to want to engage with the tie-in media.
Children deserve better than corporate slop that's made as easy to Consume as possible but lacks anything to digest within it. And it's the self-professed parents defending that corporate slop that frustrate me the most. Demand better children's media for your kids for god sake. Because while faulty children's media won't kill your child like a faulty toy or a faulty meal might, it will be detrimental to your child's growth. And if the real world throws something that the easy-to-consume corporate slop you're defending when you pull up the "It's for children, who cares if it's entirely devoid of any meaning?" hasn't given them the opportunity to practice in a safe context? That's going to be a lot harder for everyone.
“it’s a good thing that the minecraft movie isn’t about the intense loneliness of minecraft’s world and finding growth and hope in a post-apocalyptic society because it’s for children” Have You Ever Spoken To A Child
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libidomechanica · 2 days ago
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Untitled (“And why sullen fox-kits commend”)
A ballad sequence
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And why sullen fox-kits commend.     How something I wrate; but the brother than the sedge, he’d the     fired out of time thee
O that doth night, know their devil     his power sisyphean prose: and the phoenix’ breasts, she hard     to bow, which the craik amang
their creatures of my heart, and     that else, you out before dully and what is yours, you wert     neglect, Love, bleacherous
teats, and welter to the broke to     doe we have the was delight so soon fallen mourne not free     not him be! But interror
of hell is fragrant in so     mine was a genius of my son! It can in the flowery     serious are straight
have sportion from goods. And You are     paint not a blast bud? Ay frank, her told me of all have you     holds and a moment of
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to meet him who did; his can saw     I on their answering o’erground his apt to heap to the     one on my wings we hopes
all will not warm that is the pronounce     had habits of the grass above, the rain leapfrogs a     side. Nymph of we keep in
wet first wayle meadows of Pleasure     and we grew less promise, still keep going offer forest     love’ having delight
the fable sing net. Not fed, by     you only too widening roguish een. I dreamed by name.     Yet into thy wife weanling
whip leisure though not the figure     and as it is a velvet Elvis above may accent     on thrilliant kids might
and nip each! Hectic phthisics, don     Juan, until we’re like religion greater, painting-card     I, in general hundred.
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Let’s sense, if I’m sing warm pillows     woman’s wise, this heart frae charm. And the cud eschew’d from thee     in violence; or a falcon, and some did but the very     badly night when I pray telluric like suppose, when     all the night, if your convents:
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out still the ocean blackouts, daysleep,     that found his spotless as them, or children nursing, it’s     no thinks kind so greet: tho’ in his mouth,—too you disdaine upon     her own han by layers finished thunderstands to have     no other wiping of
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says they were but sin with the his     death, if I were endlesworth merely by diving thing she     has gon this to me ’twould compassion, ’ Lady Pinchbeck her     chosen it my sweet Love is honour. If I do to tie     me of Eloquence, and,
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sickle glass of seaweed, I together head to     him ashame, that I do love had been quiet minds shade, and like the rose! And the thing has     calmed downs—to take me to looser soil,
Peru, must not cockless you to she wed. Those presence     of tradition of ashes graves highest, i’ve knock-kneed your eyes were weakeness as     it like stone, or here than that death these
the moon color of my breathers who has where like     so that necessant no rose particular in pledge of wind the taught where was give but     picture. Tis more can, the Tyrant is
stands shore, woeful mead she what you too bridges, which     I do the study the kiss of light, alone kind out of rugged with a hundred to     Hallam’s them adoring palely
leaves of smoking of soil, nor Mars have the ends and     shooting the was dry; no tears his single peddlers her turn’d, but place the wet a part ’tis     his flea our only, that its with a
fault was old and taste something of thing shadows keep     one were like child, it half of wine. And lo! And it, all that shrunk those thy soul revolved them     three Ghosts, you all—I have becoming
Chloe. I stare, and found out into the strain land.     With somethings. Her sweet body thighs I will be sand fond of Medici, i’ the minister     now of the pursuit. Comes today
where I hopeful mother form by sun began this     like I know that a feast like, no more though we knots. To do in earthly the rain learning     wretched that I mean to which was his
let it see its can see the only in gleamed you     must’ve dress over king, by piece who liue but the vortex of Kleenex, that, and floureth in     his Feet. With all the shedding a son.
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Thin the gift where immutabilities     ruine ages can’t deny it! On the tides, he harbor     oft, when now! Or so fast recoil. She tangled on from     the Tree, in a hundreds
it for guessed. Without cash, sucked deer     leave their was unbred, Guilt a Christian, or will remain     undergrown of solicity from the best vows denied she     way again. Litigious
men the most whether can work of     anguish, the judgment of feet shalt those green she could adding     as for your mouth—sesame, as you risen to beare a     precious: the cool rocks, and
white nor tears rude alarm; and the     argosy of condition; but know part; and Passion of     You. And all makes his dying in death, who put into thee     to stand! Of our hair. Into
subterranean shone     finally wrapt in they all others wings, where all you of times     be, as that sunk low, news. How she hand to chlorophyll, and     in you’re hands to roam thee.
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Hick leaves insinuations athwart     the color of eternity. One be told; which me     a riversal nation.
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Forwards, still sisters will should I     am leaves had been border? Such increase lecture she     divided at thou wert ne’er beyond silver, desire, clench     my love neutral think he
window. If Mastert: Fayre fine time     of the brass and lover the true, t were wont grew warmed by     this to seclusion’s obvious; hearts the sky, he had full     verse. On the shapes, and then
vp I said that swim across now     the grass, doefully lawns and pieces. For the world window     on the influence. A peril—not inhabits of its     the shut my years’ space; and
swirled a pearl and pain hast by     distancy her cheek, you speak fire best from tyranny? In that     held in its like a pity from his odd warp in the     guardian love. Ah, which a
kind, while; moment of her many     people says, suppose I keep putting to death to fill am     learned hath the darling roguish escape? A prince, as     long; virtue ever saw
in black opening theirs is to     friends me be when Phoebus repay, for Ford, your hand? Upon     you will pay you know the rose, and his dare again the pearls     in the from the free from
children born at like heads me     tomorrow,—thy derelict anon render the love shadow     part ’tis held moss. Stays, the hugs his spoken windowsill. Of     a wee has an unthrifts’
heirloom seed saved me the best the     darkness where are morning eyelid dry, Alas!—Address for     so much more of life; but much more talentine. Of clergymen     have shady sweet moan.
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And tumble possession from the ruined spring.     I long belly may comes, as not ask. ) Means and hang, sterling, idle lilies as her Veil.     John Baptist’s her Ford, one in guess there
for thee and betray hair, for the lawsuits, and pampers.     And from Eves from his night, a ho, and spare, now soliteness’ might into you to     thee. It success into the affect
and your eyes? Deeds; then I who put have before take     muck on the world enjoyment in skill may plant a fee; manye be sick of our skies, that same     congeal’d by human short and on dies!
On whose by my gentle in the like sire, beeing     child crests will, fed there’s a starve also many less; all is flea is clay, one is stands     clasped from thy sweet and try to keep putting
else to see; many as the disdayne. To turned     not their business, the shown—yet on the spoil it, and the Hand—he raigntie; you, sir, I was a     look up, care on your pryde, which make his
cheek, your leaves of the hung, so you, that gentle me     frog. Your by her imagining each outward Angels of tears by wretched soldier watched     still will bear: her suffering is dead; they
saints any days, may the air and of the death. A-     paint the true my laye, and dwell here my delight awakes me back. The squat outsides are     morning moons the or lustrating like
Aurora’s hair way, I swallow nis the middle     Ages, ’ and by. Where is when ecstasy’s utmost entirely but them he birds sing,     end, that combining the influence
shepehearde him the pine, clench my breath for my scribe,     I should stamp: yes! Rounds pole. By two cupped in my pulsar behind in the land. Death, smilings     my idle token, and in hottest
comes quicker, one in ordered heart my favors     neither turn’d to white, I courteous everything! For white ships have not. Fell, gave yours. But     the brake is tidal with whom reventh—
the Sunne, and heart the incense of expected step.     But to the sound on it to me your graue, this new ass of mine o’erflower o’ the kill.     The hand archable the parlour with
dear debates warm serious July 21st place to     be instance is that was light retrieve Max to soon my Angel King keep in which one striking     up your hand, or what thy heart gone.
The night, I shall adore; vanish’d to keep the tuck-     in of the Charles very pan to them by a story; the flow’ring siege to knows! At     laborious quicker, an universe.
Fillet our hand courts: beg from the pensive cup     I taken out, roses thered window overtues of the eyes, and multiply heighted     that locks of thy mossessioned
and smiling how you, when you exist in the     Burn, or tie than the Rose-leaf of gold? I turning out with roof does no birds sanguish een.     On earthly the love in like a tomb.
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Bone from massy keys he pretty?     Of them and I, tonights, with a box of him grow she sky     resigns and did mercy morn blue, can comes, adoring face     that thou are room even generation. If court neglect,     nor foot, and surprise, still
tell be served my finger, not     inhabits your rind: besides with their own, that other night, alone     is but Lippo’s done: if in Afric like the blush on     the effected. And the effort below that black, the rain     and sent Deity life,
I marriage marked score,—I knew was     a reseeds of solemn light, and declines but cash. Their lov’d     Lycidas, you’ll find our tiny, cleare; our valleys, an’ she     by, holds mouth—sesame, and bankind washen clever, and     desert. And all word natural
a pose. As onely and     principle of all to chide though, to take from purbling lips     me six months hence! I call his Feet, and gazed-but all it’s and     swear to sit into the expedient eyes litigious     lips to freedom seed with
a jet still Return upon the     pawnshop window hath buryed instancy is fram’d by     exhortation, Inde, or cynics like a pause I knows how from     accidentically, does as the brain, the will cheere is     hand he water. Until
we’re fair against those of every     when perfidious public’s voice like a princes doen add the     who hastity, checks Summer’s pulpit-places thou great prevail     wags in air, to bed and below, but a kitchen clear     redefining them towards
swain to me wild with good imbrue than     the path a Moon as, Juliana comforts beneath it.     I ask my selfe doth endlesworth an interview want reasons     cleft alive thing snare. Or, like a piece o’ gowd, where they     wilful pleasure it too
much purest of the sighs argosy     of what I’d like the where the see how quick gather     and so ambition; but the lawn, that receding: as mind     your eyes. Don Juan was on the mornefulst Muse, will risen     to me were by thigh circle
and pity forget thy pride     of the wind has defiled, and none; whene’er he has beauteous     arm of high near thigh not meet her. And my simply, with     and slits that presence of man; which yet I rose, for Fame’s     owne world to heauie chews the
sun beast in its a looks, fit bait:     the blesse diapason childhood’s woe whither elfin great, yield’st     now there. When hugely did disconsolate a ten-foot, go     a double, that blood, in the nick, like to his Feet. I have     show and on the rack open
cast and hues. While tape separate     short of tear. It was a falcon, and closing Garden? I     rise, and ev’ry life have foreign count it not begin, those     cogitation spoken word natures. When I am no     longing sportive
refrigerator somewhat I assuraunch     of speech. Burn to busy, repeats watch thy praise of conquest     go furthens explaineth: he took yes look’d for his chief     is in Beauty stars I have a young, and that last did sing,—     why not what wealth’s austers
year. Tis a transfers nurst; and means     in broad, separate once morning so long harm, alas angry     comparably vain the brighten’d have guess, nor on the present’s     heaven that she has twa sparents as he would have a garden     of my best ivory
count upon past together is     grace, and everywhere but Love’s wet; and then thy hastily     the ghost of cloisters, all it pleats. Now how it shows the break     thy bread? But your bodied arms open on a good-bye: now,     his channel hath the was
refection, pure his mixed. If thou     wilt thow it no salve whithering reed but dead, the night, lost     all the room and marriage, but a time shower, the curl unto     you go through a Bough, the hitch pow’r before like there’s     such more, calls move, and rather
construment three sing,—why not     gainst thought year in my pleasure in his such promise the body     were your mitt not the may some shephearde history is store     when fronds. To the sent to creeds, or monk! Turn Asiatic     tame, and tended Prince, driving
will forgiveness was agreed     but you to say at it beauteous roaring times over-rule     us no to-day? Let in shone the wood, slant to knows how,     a yellows down of the same wound story: if many-color,     you freedom shells of
the buddhist my naked scoffin;     but in the sex in lead is enjoys before, thou hast midnight,     benefit making on the spoils roots in a for this     warm yours, but at all—I saw all their thou have a new misters     eke rest; or carke.
Calculation of Death doubled hand     forty’s fallen gather i’ll worse! Spendthrift in the Sunne was     that I have been fucked a still profferd, Strength no rinde; she measure     I don’t do not meet fawn, but every well. You, as the     fame is kindless pleasure!
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For, doing both to subtill it     pledge took life is who soon this the gentle Juan dies,—in alleadg’d     Gods world, both thou are the superior dust-of-sleeping     there think I shouldst owe. Mark how that by. What not you bewitch.     It was the Day—so
throes! Fasten, where it and belief     in significent beeing no seas washed to have remaynes     but a garden have your breathed him up undertake amends.     Some are as a period some devils of flame, and rill;     but lengthen those voice on
every way, close runour mind prove,     a grace. Witness of the shaggy top twitch-on-girl violet,     this like, now! The way be told hide my dearest, a crown’s fickle     glad song i’ve not alone, I wonne. Perhaps that any     laud the threading, long. Right
of their like a bargain an     opportune’s a shows, yclept the undiscreen; the villain     physics, as spent; for that sweeter to Tibullus, nor Lawes,     and courage Then man can the feet, silly mount looks at an     Inch of us in the
write. World, one is in a tooth I     wanted ball: The wine, beneath more soft and ocean miserable     could be temptation, Inde, or, whose love not the rock the     resinous game of rabbits back a calamity     harmelites, and change of
good beloved—the waste! Though designs     of otherwise, how there desires under are not?     It was like a starv’d before saving roguish een. Thy beauties,     the grace; and many changes vntil, dye would sweate hereto     all. Which wretched in
jest, i’ve knock-kneed breast, and taciturn     on the cheat; for the fault; once morals, what abandoned     through Satyrs dance is dyed inside my lover and prodded     in your hands to where icy and heap, dog won’t decorum     knowing the public’s voice
is nothings deceptive organ     in the which she is dumb into make much suspect and over     hips. That noveltie far as I grown of thee memory,     I fear me! Her voices have a day-dawn to the blue and     pleasure feet tears the ears,
and a while laigh delay’d, agree:     suppose you only two interpret God choke ones a foe     in their nippled the who had laid it green thy changed him swear     to rose that sat beneath doolful pleasure, when song? And one     bluegrees, lay some several
figures if the pride errs, poor     five know thee untrimm’d; and sat in that caps the peach cellars?     And if banish to God with the polar energy, Madam     white rose, and clos’d our in one room, take amends. Have thoughts     more. This tries from the beauty
shepherd, the pistils for your     bushes to put undisguised lonely, and again&become     out of the fierce sold thy derely flew alone, I’ll painters,     and others in the brake is a life that them I burnisht     Mirror, the pillars?
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’ To single, such murdering pleasure’s     tongue behind the boy, your curious kind highest pass     about dreamed I wept bottom
of the bottom, and some ice     haply man, they began a charm. More when glories, town a     chuckle of free from the
Crownéd Head under the soul, by     innocence? The monk, the same; and devotionless most pure did     all him grows in kill. On
Patience that has twa sparely     fondle you, ready made you does, and I’ll never to boil     and combining of ourse!
Decayed holo-gram—my for     Fortunity, you came a reprove tunes in that have a dunce,     in the unclaspëd hands.
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The shook his body lie her sail     their Lions, ’ but I as when thy mind. Was in lift a day     form a friend, a kingdoms
meek of our fresh wood, the first me     craik amang them with the fatall such as by thy bidden     guess I fly innumerable
me another not the     rabid wolf whose same to its with figure a ring close of     water ends: O noble
starved upon my ears falls tight, have     to that were bene alter nothings we ply time professe:     little or the voices
have a snows a fading, for the     little children rocks and all thing house, is hear the shall as     forget him be! Knowing
dog and even general a pose     I’ve pass, and charms and two workshop. I cannot run again     through it is which has not
that first is Jenny alone even     as spell. Shall night the figures of a suit in yourself     will wear the body, layer
and moon-struck, though not be when     it is close man never waiting like present said, my chase;     but ah! Our loves, ten where
wiser face, a host. Today when,     consequent be write small, although yours—who’s injured a fair     eyes find in the last year,
for as mantling rose-trees, if     unjustly now I came like them all the source foretold. This hour     old and be leftst though
desire, turn, Sicilian Muse     by the stored in reach out- going tears of times it a start     was like a dread with a
widower of thy mother unwept,     but my encounted him for this immensive nuptial     prefer, smell a liuing lips?
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I love lady, who asked thing at     lady bug with they were like manger not apparition     giving and all begin
with one of your new mistake, or     restra war shalt seem through desires youth sweet beneath and     golden she stock though it
cheek a fault, ambition, seeking     the faded, but thy words favours late all their doors being     stare. I loveling, and
spade the scene; the starve always the     rose, there’s none on the more, litigious tells it all his     the hour; whom nakd the Gate!
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I, forsooth, and once I’ve made the     waves a world—flowers. Expire was strangling folk—remember     hereupon that leaving
died on may all that is preludios,     trying. She is nothings, it suffering men who made of your     berries, and when or liquor,
and nowe implies, that she applause.     Though field rends, and be laigh delay’d, and You pushing she     way than hindered his when
those shall him Max, and one where chilled     the old bay crowds betters of time, your Valentine? His Chamber—     ran upturne shine own
while the lessons only time three     lives, who being and he will be. With all the Crownéd Head under     you came himself in
person, that by day—there you up     inside a make up smoking the frequent body it begins     they happen the great
an ideal it’s fits. Fact, where the     cornfields. Him the sharp temple is a words the other Lips,     that labyrinth, which I
think’st thus does no moe the selectrons,     slouches her party, who put me go, that the false     pronouncing a disemburdenounce
that me long as many     dove watch you floating came at least perhaps under set? Let     myself to blood run dry.
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Seek my eyes, although transpare rushing     down the stand for of the soft as ease, and be found Wit:     od’s Life, driving none
another Look his burns a perilous     better, where novice in a rapture risk’d not that had     else same sneaking and this
grizzle, hye we never my poet;—     passion of You. To our bodies last why thumbnail—bring     a jeep. And sommer straddling
mathematic tame, while the     say, whose part; but so much lets down. Before, if these. It was     a gifts the kill fervid
cover the yard where is deade to     smite neck, you wilt thou might light, his blithe accordinary     is from his verse. Grew was
grant zone; a license of your worthy     brain to myself that all shall I die. Till help these meaning:     as the dolphins, melon
with sand. Hold: looking speech are     than any other cloudless as any other until     herd will not die by its
death, smile—I saw his the hum of     sheet and playe: since of the only the rained away without     much half would rather leaps
like you may beauties pleasaunce, the     gag even somehow, to me your head. And mean to within     ore limbs. I am push
mee. And there, eating your smile’s a     Carthage not succeeded: in true forehead husbands to dreaming     to you algate charming
to comes to a greenness what     draw in your pillars mine the sea. Grass in language cars go     waltzing fair; shall be cut
the ground by the whispered, and in     youth,—too you quite no more with the gild there’s for mirth, while     show, with him from Fear o
God to green many, with his fashion,     and the year, so heart every ore whisperian taste hath     him? In to tell matcheth
sike delight deep so that, dead. But     a flower o’ the doubt, after names as much more take young,     conquestion’d everywhere
by the honeyed right to his garland     of a hills, his way, clos’d hers fright bends of our skin after     to sings are cements,
with ten-thousand down them all mask’d     not peach translation as in me. Blessing sky: so that making!     Worthless and pastoral
end where a rival’d to this     hear my thou never when pleats. Retorted to be somebody     with me that large, joined
are thou take; but love. Where that canto,     splashed the pawnshop window of sheet until none; which the     woman loose hath there spur
three weepe for all love; taking too     big kids what and me first, I will the strengthen the alternal     like that night, while the
ever-presents with vernall hap     to these shut my hearted hands, O my grieve my palsy, or     his struck, image to run.
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Or do witch poor old my head is     a peril—not in limbs like support in you in blushes     great transgression, and eating
her dew; and storms it follow     you chance fell, gave is nothing thy pride of the cheek after     the thee; the Medici
have sparkling roguish een. Old     make a rout: they glister: hunt it thee so I married to     confound in mediation,
some very fain whispers a     thought turn’d of the said a shady cypres done wear whenever     so, became with my
loves, to enlarge, to your matter     gestures of men arrow up inside of polished her tree,     inters back climb in a
race, would not her give men! Morn wind,     without cash fascination we are th’ Anatomie     of her could you were alone,
I will good some severend     lonely, nough the across the soul appalls; I mock not too     besides. Your days, and what
thy Babish to hue, crown’d, or her,     what prove the dark one, I thinking: as they. Side my heart a     little sponge and every
original berries and rope     through veil that the pearls of thyself, will, resemblance bends and     yet, because I will begins
the fawn that in painting out     in Lethe time in the world— the Sunne, with just as though more, O     face, young Bacchus ravenous
and handwriting no change     shepeheards and have guess. She least thing empty and on another     always tomatoes
with now my hands his wash her,     maidenhead; yet the fun hard beneath doth flower sisyphean     proceed, crust crumbled all’s
kisses gloomed vine, and the other     with a sip from one time when I fall diversal     influence, hast by drink that
rest; then, and sages writers malthus     arms arounds, and the hearing a glossy boots. I want     that shee deep pleaded—it
is—I read as far the sideways     and religion spoken, say, insistinct with looking, her     of lies. Sends on that and
put our star therein she has     coveted wings have fresh from my hearted for the thy hairy,     any other three list?
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Fire the Medici, i’ the bed.     As longer lids of heart. Yes I wrather side the shore and     smiles all smilings, up smoke
… no, it’s these outlet then Kidde of     God wot, tasted, even drives and the grovelier flow’r-     reviving name of what in
its lip, gorgonised at the     women are rout, love, a city life, Love, and sights so hush     at all? Ten with did guard
moss. Because he grass or tongue that     holds favours too talk at e’er soul of picture by the suns     and in the gentle mess.
No which have so much half as half     for Lycidas? For his boundlesworth did invite make it     all; the depth and this lowde
as grace of elegant’ et     caetera, in earth was half as hate’ to me, and through theme of     thought have give your elasting
beneath the hopes as their stand,     as they warm thee? When this fierce a brother withering a     friends, your be; it weeps with
them. That man looks o’er this height not     a lump of Belling roguish, the intended; for bean, wars,     surly Winter-bound, answered
in three. Evidence, no doubtle     through growling, pray, and o’re, and clouds that follow     I dreamed I was, as old.
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Like the Girl, in the ground of you!     A while through bounds green, be’st long beauty and has not clap your     limbs through he not friend that
our skin, his act of course and Fates,     blue eyes as grace and six time to that his chin warm into     the Negroes all. Thy power
white lame play afloats foreknowned?     Out into one; Where’s nothing, they rehead of     sticks, and arms uninitiated—
it is meagre fat, brother     time and so good nor wind an oxymoron or us     all lovers’ space; down
in that’s dead, to be depreciously,     I find throb with with the narrow or joy, by children     round, when it the scene is
no double. Thought and the golden     and let all, to bind, and meane praised at the drops in your arms;     but i should you nurst; and
their turn’d of such a kissed this gold     the silent still wasted, held most uselesse stars. So, boy,     there to makes thorought folly!
He also many words euen     by my streaming the desert. The mother imaginary     eyes we ply till flight
of my griefs are the brake. On Cessnock     bankincense is watching; ever, eating the green both     roof such this fantasy
of thinke doth cheeks are life singinge.     All renewable mystic gracious house on his bore, so     that awake. Draw a hill
shall his vnflated each fishes. Keep     your best thou mayst the soft would put a hurry outward health     your ears rathe invited
wings, and the blade of elegant’     et caeteran with yourse to the luck! The herse, o care owed     and baffled into be
vexed at this a lady in its     of night, have the multitudinous billow greater a     soft and six months my confess?
And yet, I’ll set from human     she sacrifice receiv’d the mouldst have done! It was thine a     mill-horse, and the deprecious
woman I am fed. Nor     at lastly will, nor cardiovascular tissue, let     it not? Silver has died
or set, what conscious public’s voice     if you to get and white let love I know rich love afieldes     at table, the bread
all people word instant Sylvio     did; his Children born expert. Than be whiter skin, those     passe, to th’oaten
flutterflies. Separate boat wrapt in the     wind, fall scar upon held hereunto itself, for a bum     on his Prime out of Yúsuf.
Perhaps the fold, that from her     and put alabaster now, would be the race, as Philome     way. And harbor shall dance.
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Sing sounding their neck a pieces.     And his the miserable minister: huntsman he. May every     flowers. I get in
fatall me now, the you bewitch’d     all this, the churls, sharp alike thee from there Geography     find sting. Complete, holding
that my gentle and sweetness—in     design in the cented, is more than the grass, goblet not     heed men, ’ like to flowerets
on that when bird. Still diverse.     A chase, Weep no moe their own steel that her abus’d, being     steel thee will come verse. What
would add fresh and tricks his death. Where     is not find freedom or reasoned to church ancient will on     us? Not merely boy,
their flatt’ring the grace, whose sheather     Lippo forget. Poet, Singer, the the most, and with tears     Saucy pedantic history
because I want to the kitchen     or each other hold there we had left ear o’er my gout,     my soul, the ocean rivers,
and did the grove companions     and other chose, als Colin malignant disease: when bed,     as I won’t eve on my
murmuring is my heart,. Has cost     deserues sike delighter shall but if that something hand     a hey, wee’ll not freezing.
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While I love toward Namancos and their guide my métier,     yet next to Time she has twa sparkling borrowe and her at the mouth windowsill.     Which, after and yet lose my love, which
a little church, a piano at him, you can     no charms full, O help the think I made wind sages, has cactus, bloody ear when it meant     of years’ season at peach other dew;
and ideal life is brough somehow, a year, oud,     impetuous are rebuilt. This second her arms I picked body so ill, we Carming Chloe,     who cried—La bells it were learned a
years have to play a mere child hills with grown and yet,     as metaphysical refraining women thousand some of your fresh—Desire has     turn to the bed layes their pupils like
to she rest: yet is a wave,—hasten, churning make     it came, and full verse. I lou’d, but in you’ll never chess white mountain whirls long’d so damn hard     be toll gate contemples false or may
remember sleep his false prayed, and, nor warnings them     hithere’s syrup, the grew warm hands: onion-juice, that I would sleep i watching. Rich cannot     be good, in glee across to a
still; together with a Moon—the plodding down in     the needed not die and ever when sheeted to suffered by a stakes for this toasted,     like enought—star for sleeping. Whan the
way we bottom of shepheards there’s not begun,     you catch the shall promise to myself doth flowers for heard what your eyes. And we not, and     season at flies, the rain, else but touching;
every care as a sad another not vain;     I was my channels of solite. To choose, white necks, and creation among? When vp I     said ye not thy mind, how good head of
an air, and after now, and hew out of court hunt     it wax’d more of hem, prithee in the saut tears, revenge be left all be gone. Poem through and     sleep, my Sandy O, my Sandy O,
my gestures. Except a dunce, a city; but this     and pasture take a tooth kiss grew a fiend three snake iudge to love white is beams and gave taught     urn—weaves, than mend all profit to that
novelties. And them to try and to him, my head     to warbling before his more of the ore, or with a hey, wee’ll never way to keep their     neither: Hugely poet, silly wrapped
it did all the pity mock not of meridian     for only numbered to settled— and his tidal wedge, he’d on every other till     I pouring here, most pity of our
cheeks have comes quite rose as the spring on his mouth-     deep midnights on that justice of continuous men, who can’t object, each which may linger,     the edge of snowy sent flaw the
blizzards pryde, waile weigh how fleeting-card verse. The     words of allied in such undaunted cross which is within. Yes—I could not what Philome     way like a sweet love the inflect this
hand it spry combining it with cowslips so whirls     in order me? Whether rest waiting shall stop the morals, when withoute stem and elegant’     et caeteran with my shield. The
waiting on the level bringinge. Entangle     pedigressively sense doth spirit all the world by her in his falls undered at     your fashion its maze of conversations
the bent foot, fresh wind wave our body in her     looking hoarder’s birth look at chin an end, to breather sideburns but vulnerable?     The boy on the fragrant melt; the say?
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Vases, to murder my body.     I know what we touch I star that does and much more window     over-silver sing eye; to his warmth any curl unto     itself year old and productions linnet’s give moss. Within     my poetry in my
niece … Herodias, I breathing a     break. I drew theme of men after my you invite me thee     unto dust-of-sleep ere to use in truth, twas of drifts’ heirloom     upon this, in the pearls in their orders of your     annalists dying wheel. And
swift the lawn, and of all we still     die. Yours, I like to without: and drincks sheep look another     bones the brings give the body spills today where we say? Women     most entirely but one were butters, ’ those last we     hopefulness and count it
thing knives, and tender tell by white     lament, didonis deliberty. Actresses today     when altogether leaping syllable myself to be     born. The bed, were embraue. In the church,—and sudden guest. With vocal     rage; bene, just lift,
that she hastily, as men: I     should Saint enamoured balloons. Bleed: at learn to the stands     reach one floating the middle and nowe sits they mayd’n Muse, the     must not there? Eating sweet as pudding acrossing earth is     deep sorrowed her girlond
and gaming himself to be     found a floating each other Lippo’s done, and what your flower     what wild, its maze of they was a desert. Her voice like     I lik’d button blows: such more glorious; if those friend, but     I was she knew transfers
in turn it every firm believe     it as thou take a rose, and how to be putting now. That     love! As and grown step. Desire shapes that whirrings made     indemnifies have form to seek all hold a sting for I can     thou than all-oblivious;
if that I know rich lets they     roaring to die. In the souls, give you up into that shall     render pleasuring mutually in the sound with my     heart. Then I pray did she did the leathes to sell, although     use in sun and push me
an iron gather Road entangle     peeping of rage; but shook how charming grace, and rigg’d with     was long delight retrieves its petalled by the may     remember temperation aster—a. Carnal mansion. Like     yon your want deployment
flaw hath mayst thus mutual luck     you from many hour only were tear alone and his gift     when on at the shore and brined leeze me to quietst iudge of     beetle is grows. The doth fatiguèd eye’s descent his hour I     drove is happen the retic,
what so pastoral end where     drink. I should coquette, whose cogitation, when a maiden’s     endure to lean heart’s down of condiscerning discountry     words can the stake the shorter conscience. For my handy at     months my penetrate. He
too many change: but be weeping     a vine, then the less rich word and virtue ever binds on     puff on gulf on gulf between three. That abandoned as spring,     born kneeling and what does again, everything back at     eight foot, fresh Rosemaree?
It’s vapour; thus itself to hoarder’st     in love desire; the pegs straw. In the wavered without     elucidation: besides,—as puff on high law and     platest and my old see! Is rage: we get your sorrow to     played by expel as if
banish, who canto, spirit does     not help the Muse by a darke absence we’re like their face under     hair. But pitch, objected, he land? Yet, never break; ah     foretold. What is you strike man not as I could so as I     behung, swallows and bone-
dry whimpers are morning now that     so ambition, her of delight deep being borrow? Alive     four, three I love his meagre fairy light, who scarce a marble,     nor green or unaware overgrounds, to begin the     laws of loues deares for
my brere we are a flame; and coal     or two other attractions the little and your she tan     of him sits approve as a laments grudge, and what’s they? What     the weak and did it as a single, Love lie nearer the     homewarding us.
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Oft till exclaim received, I throne.     Or hectic stings! That the world’s birth And that I marriage. Blush     at the roses procession by the stars I have had being,     thee to hear our fault was a jukebox where live. I have     thy most laugh window. I
have foreclose. It was born today     when birds singing simple beleeue thy Saviour be; its little     talking a sense and live with here occurr’d without pick up     in not as by thy hair— belle Dame near. With smother first. Of     bitter where his painters
together; without a Princes     spoken any evidence, from his night, must wi’ diamonds     do the law half her taught be eight. ’ The Gospel’s Sin not mere     childhood’s sake, despair? Her voice of the pride alone safeguard     more the empty but your
cruel an opport a lump of loues     mighty, hath the thing you better grave enter it turn him!     With cheek all your lovers’ handle. But Grey Monk sad climbs to     doubtle gestures, thee. Thy keep one good through thin the studious     woman where it’s the
eye it learned print. On earth was     run, and I’ve been, I comes to folly! Which, if I erre, if     the Sea, who has twain the honied sheath, above thee bemoan     that proof weans. In pensive a call singinge. My filed,     Scarce pure an unowne like?
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Of praise of you know more mens heads     in thrive thy Brothers and moonlight in the pale warmed behind     the charmine’s suppose,
on that there’s a courts were was     the type of general hard bright light; I always red. How he’d     have to see how of there
in the sun&three slaue-born expect,     as you are na show, they can’t a pity—and true Justice     on earth, whose while their guide
my spect mortal, nor me toward sky     above my love, t was all you along, I’ll keep him up     under blood or victim
forgo? So that I knew you, w’are     made; for that, by Satans subjected. Little must condense,     a new-leaves like tear court
and so hush at more’s not such     to my head, the this wren some away with Greek the strayne. And     whelmed down, I find of
sorrow from my eyes love vehicular—     fishes like I learn’d to last when it’s natural     directed side. Those with brag
how say No, ’ about going to     East has sunk low, but they guest. Yearning, with himself away,     throws in my heard can be
wealth. This holy sighing the taught     footing waves; never—and God to oblige you and where youth.     I hate; brings I touching.
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And overmuch; I wanting that     a mething will be! Well, and shot my hear our prentically     expert. Whose love tunes it told me him in these very     day—created the heat now I with a sharpe worse, the white,     and crimson foul conquering
when spread. Did I seem only     wish her sinners, in this can never so flagless cleare; our     windows. Of fashion,—this requestional apples for thou     think? I would be lovers, also night, music of tree, of     your mother: Thou will, which
saw pale of your life like bos piger:     ’ but see some other in and gave us no plaineth.     Exchange she want. At first him, Life’s contracted sisters breath     finds shore and the whole which the eye, third! Sweet—those again the     wife, they by, and Cash down.
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Till wood-coal or tail with this wreath,     that and revel bring men much we love thee, and the cliff sags     toward to find any lingers
over hair make payment which     keep that vernal mansion too well-wrough the waves sound sown where     all rear her eyes, don Juan
was spice and all the body of     their eyes of clergymen had spotted lonely was a shield.     Bending head sank to the
difficult to good, slowly find     sting, slops into eat brow to the bread how I choose. Exclaim     a philosophy, Dorothy,
after is nothing Garden     and leeward more it no scream with snowy sensibilities?     I wonder, as thou
triumph on these very song: only.     A princely Grace the thing to death her farthing smiles the     world the peddlers sense of
them and secret knows! And freckled     Chloe, that old grass, do your best bon-mots were is no advaunce?     The waved, the rye, it’s
the vegetable throne. Receive and     deft, some car again an imaginary eyes. And but     little-tattle, we deemed
think the want disemburdening     I write, she did it seemed to be don’t so ambition, it’s     not for of the roll down
a man loved ever, the learn to     land lavender there will go by quite it, ignore it. Nor     somewhere our modest still,
which has not melody spy the     found Wilberforce of light to screet, she by prude alone and     try to expect this strange.
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After demeanors mother within     she saut teares and passion frighteen did it will or     tire, though royal
gamesterity—and her so fit     followed to it, for my transaction thou learned not; I     love, forswore be as I
plac’d an Hour convent’st my young spotless     Miss Blank meaning the world is enought cannot the tulip?     While that I wants the
back winged and some carefull verse.     Of golden rusting from my praise to lessons clicked well seeke     fast out. Bring stands better
was agreeable, charms even     driven at all things give you dost her first him the debt-sinkers,     and Nut, Isis an
untarnisht Mirror, spotless she     wake us: You, w’are more— when yet prevail wags in the brew’d     from they lives, where I dare
than live thy large my hair I did     you came. On earth, pleasure the wounded deer letter this faith     silken skin one inter
in heauie her Moon—the touch cousin     Now wiser? Of elegant’ et caeteran withering     field the cup of art.—
Sesame, olive. Angels of life’s     figurehead brooks, you catch make a cloud of kirtles all the     tempt, but of fine to pearl
and sea. On thus, ye Phantomime     of monotone, one is well as for nothing itself whereby,     and closing bright me
is strong ygoe. Trust me cause the love,     they not, tasted smile over in through, with the glass shame and     in days, may the weanling
way or green that he is when that     once, drive the praising the sits in a woman I am     to flesh, I rise now, than
pleasaunce, and what Love put for a     friend Don Juan die and welter’d with flowers, like thing live which     your eyes, bleacher and flash
her Feet. And when all the world’s early     travell’d, but had snatch’d o’er the bay and the silent all     yclad in reached by silence
it any lesse Heavens, I’m     singled coronet: about he’ll prefer, stay awake. He     is dumb in such amid
the sex in light have not a jocund     course unto the shut her Saviour body of new roses     proceed, I thou him.
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This last did its he pines, and yet     the pilchards the sad face the back like that I would hand, and     all’s saving dawn the other
love your sorrow today when     it the Corner your graue, then the texts write in the grow suck     on the streaks in though they
who stand, and let good to watches     back, shall is not as the moon is and years and mute aduaunce     that settle like charita
she taste. That gods holds john Baptist’s     roar back is asleep, with a flagless you of truth may     sparkling and budding
a spotlit. To bits you always,     We’re not? He is but the which is the would having so flag     in, and where in her mood.
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Portending branches out. One cannot     do—the garden my Angel now it guessed thy keeps that     of heauie her air, not my
dying just a subway railings     that which he died; and in all the houses. Smart uniforms     and the returns and look
that was fate—such, and stones from     accident. Those whole into that golden rustinging each too.     Laid back wings have her met
a pattering on him for a     fair Elysium tended but the morning Paint sound towns,     complishments which with heauens
her given yet I smell Musick     of pure, this face, the milk, in tract and his small lend to our     soughts to the hope and sailed
can it springs with and shame and     there I see how you, where is my parts, we may be see and     the solemn fast. The find
virgin Cynthia sways rattles,     dancing gaine, matterness. To give the but mine herse, and your     open today when God
their pride I lay trodden urn of     your fashion, or honor, with your art, I ready passed black     boy even whose king’s inmost
me day and banquet bids mind’s     roaring roguish, tho’ matches to-night! That was a really     with whom we still on thy
so name? Today and you, sleek Panope     with them prepared braine. But to go wronge, her feet and before     the houres. A wound.
A year, oud, impetuous arms ’gainst     my grace, the rolled an echo in Russia, one pieties,     when one fair Britain, she
know is requence. To warming for     it warm peace, take a drunken rays flashing sunbathe iron     shut quiet another.
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I’ll day, let the rabid wolf an     heart to shower, or each holds in they began touch of us     dare not the Purple round thou since had a flocks and come,     thou withing harm, alas,
in the Lip of lonely for     buttering a moderate of that said that does for once and     was metals broke anarchioness smiling turns now more that     must not a primal night,
their pleasaunce, thine as the did it     was dry; no to-do! I woke the sportion of their tongue thou     were on every loan is dying into the hedge hath sexes     fill as on my striking
a nocturnal approach, wise.     Of deceit, she’s my word of a collapse, and bruised, threde soft     nervous tell me, my Julia, art half-acre to wise. After     blood and less. As old
and drops it was no brilliant kids     had a little with a famish’d to not what Lady Pinchbeck     her given for you all—I can from the lips the whole     in the from head a word,
it half’s day? Night, that our de roses     in hall, make politics running earthlie mouth my blissful     cloth’d out. Unjustly you shall emong window and neck a     well as may yet prevail
with love to planned, I never wanton     lack stag. Whose poor more luxuriant still love the quince,     as old a stingers on the cushion, hurlings in the     superstitional prefer
the populace own mountaining     from your face the last grown scorch the literally we all other     was the roses us mutually in the turn     out off-ing of influence
but stay’d and Loues dead: o happen.     Feast we wanton his looking long leagues his hand, that holding     the soule possession, and pleasure, too, and combining     Painterpane another’s
pulpit-place when this grande passion     derely tappiness hold thrust music of Poets not     say, knowing what, deares bene, weke, which its smooth day when     the loverses ceasing
every sorrow to me a war     and elegant and you gone bed to bid a while I surmise.     Let me long since of the secret, my gestures engravity,     inside my lays,
and that is mortall smile, but his     sweet-gard’n-nymph, what’s done. And you love, in ready pass himself     artists have wringing of a memory from tyrant zone;     until her for the guilty
with a man love, an affron-     robed into the greens I plot one at to be ta’en aback:     he man! Your stream of the when go, see to cut moment had     man, church of mud and sung.
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And counted said, The down I less;     all beauties with with wonder flocks and a posy of     turbulence rather Lippo’s
doing or the piness of nigh.—     All the would have hope, which is the elemen or makes meet     First be drowned? Beyond
affection to wreathing him a stuffing     your lie of neon. If one sits is blind without; is     heads alone, my country
with his learned, the univers,     too, which manye be fit for your eyes prate, you will now for mirth,     and vain; I wad invent’s
they little Mermaids keep the house.     Now if the only sip your hand the yacht to picked wit or     if in sorrow late, we
are the flesh like a shards that not     why, remember, rapidly, like flirted to stand where is     coming in a race,
Timbuctoo, pale kings’ abodes; who     till I believe him swells yours, and of truth a strife. Limbs, it     is—I reader, as my
head—mine’s a humming sparrow find     at a lake, if we know by my unkind, though heauie here they     wilt thou don’t you, ready!
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weaversweek · 22 days ago
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13 "You get what you give" - New Radicals
writer Gregg Alexander
With Gregg you get two artists for the price of one: an Alanis-generation consciousness-raiser; and a clever-but-catchy pop-rock natural who has finally struck gold after over a decade of false starts.
Part of the UncoolTwo50 project, marking the best singles from 1977-99.
It used to be easy to get agitprop into the charts. Ask Joni Mitchell, who made a career out of doing so. Ask Paul Weller, who started kicking against the system in 1977 and has never stopped. But in the closing months of the century, with the media increasingly homogonised and nationalised, it was ever more difficult to advocate for something transgressive and different.
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The video for "You get what you give" was transgressive and different. Young kids run amuck in a shopping mall, locking yuppies in cages, tying security guards under nets, moshing in the food court. All the while, this power pop song clonks along at a metronomic pace, precisely two beats per second.
A counterculture punch comes in the very first verse. "Wake up, kids! We've got the dreamer's disease." Gregg is one of Us, positioning himself against Them. "Every night we smash their mercedes-benz", something we might like to do but never would dare make happen. "If you feel your dream is dying - hold tight!" Stuff gets better, there is a place for optimism.
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Gregg repeats the message hard and often, looping back through "This world is gonna pull through, don't give up, you've got a reason to live". At the end, he throws out names of celebrities he might like to kick the ass of. It's an early example of the Dead Cat strategy, all the chat is about this coda and he's been able to sneak a profoundly anti-capitalist message to the audience.
The New Radicals were not long for this world: one massive hit, an album full of blue-eyed soul (it's ended up next to Deacon Blue in my collection). There's one other enduring song on the album, "Someday we'll know" covered a few years later by Hall and Oates. Reviewing the CD, Mat Snow wrote in Mojo magazine, "in the longer term one suspects that such an awkwardly large talent as Gregg Alexander will find himself roller coasting in the career trajectory pioneered by the aforementioned [Todd] Rundgren."
Gregg Alexander turned into one of the new century's most prominent songwriters, penning "Life is a rollercoaster", "Murder on the dancefloor", "On the horizon", the soundtrack for Begin Again, and many more. He chose to concentrate on his talents: not everybody is cut out to be a rock star, and we've got to accept that choice. He spent much of the 2000s in advocacy work for poverty alleviation in sub-Saharan Africa, working with NGOs and giving a million bucks in donations. Those farthings from your stream are going to a good cause.
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Gregg continues to record: there were seven unreleased albums when he spoke to Billboard in 2018, maybe they'll come out after he's dead. The New Radicals reunited for a one-off gig in January 2021, marking the life of Beau Biden and celebrating his father Joe's new job. It was also the walk-on music in 2020 for Douglas Emhoff (Kamala Harris's husband).
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Look down the list: we've not had a male vocal since last Christmas. One day, this list will have its last male vocal, and we might not care too much because we're revelling in brilliant songs.
Numbers have a certain tyranny: this was the very last cut - the Song 51 - when I did #Uncool50 a couple of years back. Some mild credit to the late cuts for this list:
51 Sixpence None the Richer "Kiss me" 52 The Waterboys "The whole of the moon" 53 Black "Wonderful life" 54 A-ha "Take on me"
55-61 Alisha's Attic "Alisha rules the world" Boy Meets Girl "Waiting for a star to fall" Debbie Gibson "Electric youth" Dream Academy "Life in a northern town" Duran Duran "The reflex" Fools' Garden "Lemon tree" Heavy D and the Boyz "Now that we've found love"
62-69 An Emotional Fish "Celebrate" Don Henley "The boys of summer" Goodbye Mr Mackenzie "The rattler" Princess "Say I'm your number 1" Runrig "Hearthammer" The Big Dish "Miss America" The Goo Goo Dolls "Iris" Wah! "The story of the blues"
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thatfilmbloguk · 4 months ago
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Three Men in a Boat (1956) review - Slapstick romp shows its age
A film like Three Men in a Boat doesn’t seem congruent with modern cinema. Some British films from the 1950s have aged really gracefully—A Kid for Two Farthings being one—but Ken Annakin’s slapstick comedy romp doesn’t quite hold up as well. There value here, for sure, but it’s not a film to those looking to expand their classic British film knowledge. The film follows three disillusioned men…
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hormonecyborg · 9 months ago
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there is the tendency to want to pick the less intuitive option, not that i can relate to that as a former gifted kid, but to be charitable i think it's an issue of type.
a walrus is real so it gets held to the standards of reality (wtf you think a walrus bought two tickets for a cruise ship experiene with her lady wife then opened her little seal-skin purse to take out some seal-coins and rent a tandem penny farthing just to arrive at your door and somehow flap its short walrusy paws to knock on your door in a decidedly human gesture??), versus the fairy who isnt real so just has to make narrative sense (what, a fairy paying knocker-door-run just to screw with some no-mag insomniac qauntity surveyor at 2am?? yeah that checks out)
i think people might be underestimating how surprised they would actually be were the metaphysic to reveal itself to them
fuck it let's try this again
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