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lulupen2023 · 2 years ago

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My very first BellDom Fanfic 2/23

Summary:

Do you want to meet a Matthew who sees conspiracy everywhere (oh wait, this is not big news!) and is so fond of his trolley that he treat it like a sort of puppy? Do you want to meet a Dominic in love with… himself (and with Matt, too, of course!)? And do you want to meet a Chris who wants to prove to the world he's the most masculine guy ever… but is unavoidably attracted by every… female hobby? This is what you'll find in this story, among lots of BellDom and… craziness!

Summary of the chapter: Confusion, puzzlement, strange, odd unexplainable feelings torment Matt and Dom. And Christmas' time doesn't help at all..

II: You shouldn't have

For Matthew and Dominic it's not easy to forget. For Matthew and Dominic it's * impossible * to forget. And even Chris is puzzled and shocked as well. To begin with, once they returned to the table, in order to start a new game, the three guys did nothing but simply stare at their cards , probably without even seeing them for real. And that utter absence of activity goes on for a long time. So much that they wouldn't be s surprised if, out of the blue, all those cards jumped down on the table, with the Kings standing in front of them , linking arms with their Queens, as the Jacks stand behind, watching over them, and they exclaimed : ' Sorry, guys, but it's taking you too much time. If you don't mind, we come back in the pack! ' and after that they left, followed by the Aces and all the other numbers. Obviously, nothing like that happens during that afternoon. It would be more probable in the past, maybe under the effect of some special ' mushrooms'..

When the girls come back, they don't even seem to notice them. After all, Gaia, Jessica and Kelly are too pleased by all the shopping bags that they shake proudly to care about anything else. Nothing can annoy them, not even the apparent catalepsy of their men. In that moment they are just on an important mission: to lock in their room and wear all the clothes they bought once again, to verify if there's any subtle difference between the mirrors in the stores and the ones in the house.

After all, that gives the guys all the time they need to recover.

Anyway, during the following days ,things don't improve for Dominic and Matthew. Everything, really everything reminds them of that bizarre moment and of the even more bizarre feelings it switched on. And to keep staying together in the same place where it happened doesn't help them at all.

Besides, Gaia, being a great lover of all the Christmas decorations, didn't hesitate covering the whole house with all the most typical decorations, most of all tons of mistletoes, and even Matthew ignores the places that they could pop out from.

That's why, every single time he has to walk through a room with Dom, they both walk with extreme caution, as they keep taking looks around, as tense as a chord of a violin , almost as they were walking though a minefield! Maybe because for them to accidentally stand under one of those diabolical mistletoes and accomplish their diabolical tradition would be even worse than to make a bomb explode. That is the last thing they need and the most alarming fact is that if it happened for real.. neither of them would be so reluctant..

"This is the last day that you are guests in my house, and so far everything went fine.. " Matthew says as they take a stroll outside. "Yeah. I found just some mistletoes, but it happened when I was with Jessica, so .. it's more than normal!" Dominic explains. Hearing that, Matthew feels an unexplainable pang of jealousy. "Things couldn't get better.. " he answers, pretending indifference. And, unexplainably as well, that reaction almost lets Dominic down.

"Imagine what would happen if you or me stood under some mistletoes with .. Chris!" the brunet exclaims, laughing. "The only word that could describe it is ' catastrophic '! Plus, I guess that to be already kissed by one of the members of the band is more than enough!" the blond strikes back, spontaneously , but he realizes what he said too late.

And the atmosphere becomes tense once again.

- Oh no, damn me, what have I done? Now we came back to the subject we swore we wouldn't face anymore. Can I turn back time, just a few seconds? This time I promise I'll keep my bloody mouth closed! - the blond curses himself.

It's not that the brunette is any calmer than him.

- Oh, no, here we go again! Calm down, Matt, nothing big happened. Now you absolutely must do something. No, wait, don't do anything at all! And don't speak! No, wait, speak and change subject, immediately! No, that's even better, change your direction, take a road opposite to his , keep walking and come back just and only when you quit feeling so.. so.. so weird.. - Matthew summons himself, but then, from afar, they hear their girlfriends' voices and when they reach them, the two guys welcome them with the same enthusiasm of someone that finds a refreshing oasis, after wandering in a desert for days.

So, each of the couples searches for some privacy.

Even this time Matt and Dom rescued themselves. They can't even explain from what, but they just know that they rescued themselves, although they can almost bet that that rescue won't last for long.

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Chris and Kelly are the first ones who leave, that night, in order to get back to their children in time for the Christmas Eve. Dominic and Jessica leave the morning after. The three guys will meet again just when the tour starts again.

Gaia is glad that the house is intimate and quiet again, but, from Matthew's point of view, it's just deserted and solitary once again. The guy loves having people around, even more if the 'people ' in question are his friends. Anyway, he knows that Christmas Eve is something that it's much better to spend in intimacy. Too bad that now he starts wondering if it's that the person he really wants to spend that moment with, as he observes his girlfriend waiting eagerly for the twelve knells of the clock, before rushing under the Christmas tree, to unwrap the gifts.

As it's easy to figure out, Matt's gift is the first one she decides to open, which is the smallest one, and it's not just accidentally. Because he exactly knows what she wants: anything that comes from a jeweller. And usually her happiness is directly related to the value of the gift.

She unwraps it very eagerly, throwing away the little envelope inside, without even bothering to read the card inside, no matter how much time he spent to find something special to tell her, convinced that the already pressed text wasn't enough.

Evidently, the girl seems to prefer to listen to his wallet than to his heart. In fact, as soon as she open the blue velvet little box , discovering the golden bracelet inside, she wraps her arms around his neck, all cheerful.

"Ooooh, Matt .. you shouldn't have!" she mews, giving him a noisy kiss on the lips, as he almost doesn't want to answer to, all busy to stare at the rejected card on the floor.

Plus, after all that time he learned to read between the lines, so he knows that that ' You shouldn't have ' actually means ' Don't even try to give me something else, maybe some stupid and childish stuff that you use to give me when you're back from a tour! '

As he's still busy to decode that hidden message, Gaia gives him a kinda large package, grinning proudly. "This is from me, c'mon, open it! " she exhorts him. Matthew begins analyzing the object he's holding in his hands.

- Uhmm.. no, it's too small to be a boat! So, maybe it's a certificate to buy the lake of Como and finally rename it 'Bellamy Lake ' ? No, it's too big to be that.. Hey, what the hell am I talking about? I don't even know if a certificate like that exist for real.. I seriously doubt that.. -

"So, what are you doing, all frozen and still ? Do you want to open it or what?" she brings him back to reality. Matthew pleases her, unwrapping it and lifting up the lid of the box, discovering the outfit inside: a pair of trousers and a jacket, totally black, classic style, , sombre , refined , very elegant. In a word, banal. Just the kind of style he's allergic to.

"You shouldn't have.. " he exclaims, with a fake grin and an even faker enthusiasm. But he means that ' You shouldn't have ' literally! Too bad that after all that time , also Gaia has learned to read between the lines.

"What's wrong with that? " she snorts, kinda annoyed. "Nothing. It's beautiful, I really like .." "Matthew!" she scolds him. "Ok. It's just that.. you know.. this outfit.. doesn't let my ego free to express itself!" he finally confesses. "Here we go again! Love, let's face the truth: your ego has no sense of style!" she strikes back, earning an icy glare from him.

"Don't stare at me like that! It's just the pure truth. C'mon, you're almost thirty years old, so I can't let you go around, dressed like a.. " "Like a what?" he challenges her to go on. "An eccentric guy!" she explains. "Liar! I know you were about to say ' an idiot' !" he accuses her, acting insulted. "Actually, I was about to say 'a demented guy ' , but more or less it's the same!" she shrugs.

"Anyway, I made a stylist draw this dress just and only for you, so you're gonna wear it in tons of special occasions!" she insists.

- Oh, yeah, sure. A funeral. A vigil. All stuff like that.. - he thinks, kinda bothered, but then he sees her getting closer to him, flushing her long eyelashes and making moony eyes at him.

"Oh, c'mon, Matty, do we really want to fight for such a stupid reason? " she murmurs, with a sugary tone, skimming his lips with hers.

- Actually, we would have tons of other reasons to do that... - he ponders, letting her deepen the kiss, even if unwillingly, as he can't help looking at the other gifts under the tree and wondering, kinda upset, why there's not one from Dominic.

TBC

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shinymoonbird · 4 years ago

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He who removes the darkness from within and without, having obtained that eternal state made of light, who uproots the ignorance of his devotees, who though seeing and sporting in this universe is beyond the universe, to him, Sri Ramana, the Guru of the world and destroyer of sorrow, salutations! ~ Kavyakantha Ganapati Muni - Forty Verses in Praise of Sri Ramana, V. 22

ॐ

What is the Hridaya (Heart or Centre)?

On the 9th of August 1917, Sri Ramana Maharshi sat up at night in the Skandasramam. Kavyakantha and other bhaktas had gathered at his feet. For the benefit of all, Kavyakantha requested the Maharshi to explain fully 'the Heart' ( हृदय ) mentioned in his poem composed in 1915. [See "The Swami’s Verse”].

Maharshi thus answered:

हृदय, i.e. the Heart (or Centre), is that from which all thoughts spring.

A description of it is given in various passages of the Vedas:

The above comparison of the Heart to the plantain bud or lotus bud and various other physical descriptions [The Upanishad compares it also to the leaf of the Aswatha tree (ficus religiosa)] are given to assist the yogi's practice of meditation.

How do we proceed to trace all thoughts to their source, you may ask. Well, let us discover if all thoughts could in the first place be traced to some one thought as their base of operations, and let us then go deeper and find the source of the basic thought. Is there then any such basic or fundamental thought underlying all other thoughts? Do you not see that the thought or idea 'I' – the idea of personality – is such a root thought?

For us, Maharshi explained later, whenever any thought arises, these questions arise and should be raised by the aspirant aiming at Realisation:

'Does this thought exist independently of any person thinking, or does it exist only as the thought of a person, and if the latter is the case, to whom does it arise?'

The answer is: 'This thought arises only as a person's thought and this thought arises in me.' So the 'I' idea may be regarded as a stem from which other thoughts branch forth.

Next let us see the root source of this (stem). But how?

Dive deep in ecstatic concentration within yourself (i.e. within the 'I' thought) and perceive its source. There is nothing there to perceive in or through the senses. You have no guidance from sensation and rationalization for this search.

But if you have the right intuition, the Centre ‘ हृदय ‘ is immediately felt and the above or former 'I' which inquired disappears into this 'the Centre'. Thus, ‘ हृदय ‘ or the Heart Centre is the source of the 'I’-thought and of everything else.

The term ‘ हृदय ‘ (Heart) is however persistently identified by some who practice yoga with one of their six centres चक्रम् (chakram), i.e., their fourth centre called the (anahata chakram) situated in the chest. These yogis admit that ‘ हृदय ‘ denotes the source or abiding place of the personality. Well then, if these yogis wish to trace or promote the development of their personality or soul from its source or abiding place to its highest reach, as they profess to do, they should start its course from (anahata chakram), whereas they invariably start their course from (muladharam) which they style their first chakra. Hence one is perhaps well advised to confine the term, i.e., 'the Centre', to the Universal Centre or Brahman.

Brahman is often indicated in scripture as अयं' हृत् (ayam hrit), two words which make up ‘ हृदय ‘ (hridayam) when conjoined. Even the practicing yogi does not identify the ‘ हृदय ‘ (Heart) or (anahata) with the organ forming the centre of blood circulation (with its auricles and ventricles), and in the above stanza (vide Ch. II) the Heart ‘ हृदय ‘ is not used in a physiological sense, but rather as a metaphor and refers to the centre of consciousness. There is no harm, however, in taking ‘ हृदय ‘ to indicate an actual spatial region as is done in various parts of the scripture. There, ‘ हृदय ‘ is said to be on the right side of the chest (not on the left where the blood propeller is situated). From it radiates the sushumna nadi (or nerve), up which the current of consciousness or light goes to sahasrara (the thousand petalled – evidently referring to the brain with its numberless cells). From that sahasrara the light of consciousness passes again (evidently through the nerves) to all parts of the body and thereby the outside world is experienced by one.

But if the experiencer views the experienced object as something distinct from himself, i.e., from the Self, then he is caught up in the whirl of samsara, the wheel of metempsychosis, or chain of births and deaths. The sahasrara (i.e., brain) of the Atma Nishta, i.e. the Self-realizer, is pure light or enlightenment. If any flitting or passing desires approach it, they perish therein immediately. They have no soil to flourish upon there. The sankalpas or seeds of desire that occur in the Atma Nishta, staying in pure light or suddha sattva, are referred to in the Upanishads as getting parched or fried. Such a भृष्टबीजं (brishtabijam) does not give birth to fresh vasanas (tendencies) or karma (action), as they consume themselves, "nor leave a wrack behind”. This expression is frequently found in other Upanishads, in Vasishta and the works of Sri Sankaracharya, but this reference will suffice.

With the pure light mentioned, outside objects (vishayaha) are sensed or experienced, and their impress received. But, if these impressions are colored or swallowed up in the prevailing non-differentiation of the perfected yogi (Self-realized one), his yoga or Self-realization is not marred thereby. Even when receiving outside impressions, the yogi maintains his consciousness of the unity of existence; and it is this state of central conscious-unity with a (so to speak) peripheral experience of objects (the central light swallowing up the peripheral rays), that is called Sahaja Sthiti. But when the yogi completely shuts out cognizance of outside objects, his state is described as Nirvikalpa Samadhi, i.e., pure concentration, or the Absolute Consciousness without attributes or characteristics.

What are these objects which constitute the external universe? The entire universe or macrocosm is found in man, the microcosm. The entire man is found in the Heart, or Ultimate Centre. Ergo, the entire universe is found within that Centre, the Heart ‘ हृदय ‘. Again, looked at in another way, the external world does not exist without the mind perceiving it. That is, unless a mind perceives and notes the existence of the worlds, how is that existence to be posited? And the mind does not exist without the Centre ‘ हृदय ‘. Ergo, the entire world of experience ends at the Centre.

The respective positions of the Heart (the Centre) and the mind may be illustrated by an analogy:

What the sun is to the solar system – the origin of all, the supporter of all, and that which lights up all – that, the Centre (i.e., the Heart, or that which has intuition), is to man. What the moon is in the external universe, casting a delectable but uncertain light, incapable of creating or sustaining real life or throwing clear light on all objects, that the mind is when it works in or with the brain (sahasrara). Just as the moon borrows its light from the sun, so does the mind derive its power of knowing from the Centre, or Heart. It is when man has no intuition or illumination from that Centre or Heart, that he sees the mind as the only basis of his conscious activity, just as one may have, at night (i.e., when there is no sun), to be content to work by moonlight. At such a time the man is ignorant (pamara), as he does not see the source of all light (i.e., consciousness), viz. the Real, the Atman, but sees objects with the help of the mind alone, and sees them as different from himself; hence, he wanders as in a maze. The Jnani, on the other hand, stationed in the Centre, sees within it the mind, no doubt; but that mind is of as little significance to him as the moon when seen in daylight. The term Prajna has for its superficial denotation (Vachyartha) the mind, but it is in reality, i.e. in its essential content (lakshyartha), the Centre (हृदय), the Heart. Brahman is naught but that. To those who perceive with the help of the mind only, the difference of seer and seen exists, but to those at the Centre, they are one and the same.

Now, as for the advice given in the second half of the stanza (i.e., Chapter II) that one should enter into the Self in the Heart, there are, apart from spiritual enlightenment, other instances of the mind disappearing into the Centre by reason of deep sleep, excessive emotions of joy, sorrow, terror, rage, catalepsy, possession or coma. These also strike the mind and drive it into its source. However, in these states, there is no illumination or even awareness of one's individuality, whereas in the condition of Samadhi, the Self-realization achieved by the yogi, one has such awareness and illumination. That is the difference between Samadhi and the above mentioned states.

~ The Sri Ramana Gita - Chapter V

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libidomechanica · 2 years ago

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Ane an I saw my for

A limerick sequence

Ane an’ I saw my for Love, a silk and you should see, or the General, but an in me in you will, and friends her eyes, I fears before the stood an opportunate.

And all boasted virgins, which he knew it. Much the world that down until I not, catalepsy’. And the raw cold coquetry, or we crown about where is the thing!

III

Beyond their again the times her Dearie! Besides were goal. Enough the little tittle damp, spilled, for of three. My Brotherwise but wishing, your curls kind reigning, that down?

It grots and such a ruby lackings. It come or destroying its cunning to be that she wait as if this most pure breath, retired. Where their sinne of one glassy smile.

For whom I studying, turn my should sufficer, in they did enroll in the Infernal patience, and what on Patient. We move; for sometimes loved through very small.

For the entrench oftening pangs, that he wolf what the kick’d about upon the great from who beheld that last night; give me—a mortals! Either glossy skull, Mr.

VII

They thatch blazed, and air, to weak and now them best, can makes full bath distance we hath hail, that Passchendaele, Babi Yar, Vietnam. I am tiresome again.

VIII

All the raucous tells your green gleaming is end! You them to whate’er rest and Charles also, but you other hands; which thing cream the hear each time to the phoenix Queen!

Is the fear without my wrings, that tell worst of the silver sacred harden of it. Into the glass, ring rain drew his sin; but feel their rifles, and ye soul, and there.

Let me of the rain; I earth. Can’t say you fresh batches, or without regale above made a passe- praised hours have ebbs of fear, when reached light be he bed, who great.

And Tallboy, who are mean no bitter lanely night. Was althought it, Follow’d with tear flow’d her break of yellow hair. For Vice suppress’d, her father, then let the out.

XII

And I slept the headlong both live, sipping for his stubborn of this sword, the earth’s old English thy brow and cane, and Death they have, as well picture, till, invisible.

XIII

—For oh, her process in her plain bed. ’ Twenty, Tam! No injury, that the Soul is stead, a sigh adore.— The boy, ’ to bid got to be than prove the glorious work.

XIV

Though though I claiming;—’Juan! Then we callous, haply I look a price hadna open today we are born to myself and hated cried in procreater poured, snored.

Oh, yet than t’ otherwise. An’ thee anothers bargain wind, make mind, but slight. This I need no blushing filmy veiling citron wilt those from rose the graces stood.

XVI

Was her beds of our blessing. As they build as well if he comes and sensibilation. To conscious looks as the slights work War’s at home! Oh might not since the betters.

XVII

The would Chloe’s earlier the same fine. Or takes the every batter life forbid eate nor scarce palisation of loue which might withal, to the submission, so much.

XVIII

I cannot from look alone. ’Er we are odd mistress bear and ward, and for young but white, as if no cluster vague ’bove them. A price excus’d, be seems that good accurst!

XIX

All win, or dully your body tore the eyes, less that renew. As Lady Blanching with all the fled; and, while budding yet it be much better, sent, an’ twenty, Tam!

Than by a Jew. Which doth clear demonstratagems at a child—I say the very degree, sure she were their pillows, and corner of God know, or such occasion.

XXI

But the mocking an easy man, with save;—as the vow of victory. The villainous Cossacques an amatory I burning passion landed not, and save time.

XXII

For which makes you rip and know you may she same to isolate to keep watches, wither slow ye maybe without being gain, my dear Annie of love it was Grose.

XXIII

As it fall, which seemed the prevenge enough which their collars miser’s come do now? When it I drag it only sigh behind. I am pure, or dression o’er he fear.

XXIV

For waves was well’d to fall. From he vain to young; and besides, hurlings the world makes bans is to Matrimony’s lips, which breaks no Sov’raigntie; you pursue, still come to toe.

XXV

Who are mean that I spoken and pray, look for yonder grew greybeard, breast! Arises upturned by all thy plague bewitch and in the sky to thee more on her dearie!

XXVI

She stare, where not be surface, and winters of every degrade! These from Heaven her will keep foam away. The leaves the water pure did quite world; thy gifts, to the blame.

XXVII

When we presents to order’d dealt by thyrse adore the pursue: night, says, that some historian, you have gassed to lost the field all alone: like a substantial faced.

XXVIII

Some still rubs his own wish’d by being round, knees like an academic jokes into thinkers. ’ The brings; and came fire. Loud son proved without allowed herself beau, a fine.

XXIX

To single tears ago when things from my spirit that well asleep. And a scorpions—probation and the bride are corses’ back juice, yellow Room, constructive creeds.

XXX

‘Let us have nothings are striction. ’ Juan any less; and beneath too soft fact, this still it were grave. How that day;—yet look sonogram a trees. Where forsoothe take bowl.

XXXI

Let used up all men star. And one vast and dash’d, descends none of Polouzki: this condition alone, ye Martyr. Whose briskly as is they with than the bridegroom facts!

XXXII

And, and vows for ane an’ twenty, Tam! In piece to lingers the shrieks went, and still not so fared a dread with you to dish’d in her between fox-kits conscience the pegs storms!

XXXIII

Lilies divine at lease—but Fate dread to turnes! Among the Crucifix was images; but perceived, were the ca’d. On a sad, good. Even the hung, and, if all.

XXXIV

At time before; the assaults are melted for his own hills, again that Judas— about to eternal Grove, your good nature shame! The fashioned out, under through wit!

XXXV

’ I’m singing like a hell in went, I don’t know ye: yet, before a time-settled— and yet even be thy cheeks, and felon, Inde, or each suspicion free. Do nothings.

XXXVI

Every brains, they pleasant no more vicissitude; Health. So your prose, that you beauty take thy did. Nay, method morning refuse that first, transgression, bare apt to shame!

XXXVII

Let Honor am I not pretty creature an await as from the will endure in Sands.—Of Him who had either, as the end you all? What channels poured me Dead!

XXXVIII

Them pitiable night as well he crystal nunners. Of impulses turning, stern phrase of the columns, but on the first desperate dreams are. As in Brunswick Square.

XXXIX

For love outlet’s began to ashes that had it on earth, being for any less cloud, and I am can pleasures liue.—Then speak to thee, my mind those out of Spain?

And he covet thy mother’s over that green, infinities? Their subject of smallpox, above us all used for life alone: a reprove hit, as might not fall.

XLI

Gem,—then, there; sap checker’d what dried Venus weeping. Through the bed to graunt, elegy to that she tomorrow ye moved grows the lass that I die! Like mountaining cream?

XLII

Hand clothed for a mere comes and wreake my should marries would that Timbuctoo, rarely— for there his knows warriors? Of unjust enter, more—pulling such as rhyme some conquest.

XLIII

Instead, for one in a mother’s woe. ’ The could hoped she sair age, puts my tongue wounding—I added wicked out her, for first, and gritty, born walls are thirty year is.

XLIV

Robert Burns: “let mine, makes for perfume. If I meet, what swallow’d fro on where was in the sea. How behaved and his sair, the confines, yours only taken, but, be them.

XLV

To blow inside an idle. The dark— years of my own by the Pleiads and flying on her faith live and the sky to spare, that dandy-despot’s glee, not you’re slick-faced.

XLVI

Too; but the hear the stare, not for a stately rosy lips, an’ twenty, Tam! And I was write I, which yet remaine, and them all the love, and so, myself thou again?

XLVII

To gather sweetness harm unfolds. That Philo-genitiveness. And perfect much: but could for him— although rare. And though each whole and the childless for even now!

XLVIII

Some to heard no day money, slowly firing balancing, ev’ry eyes, it grots and shame still air overlookes, that bland oh, her made her heart. A youth, and good.

XLIX

Heart so many a star with milk home to seek if the first or let go. Le the hodge the flower does, as bees on your wars of Europe’s a pair’d her, twinne, which wretch!

But touch occasion. Tucked her round our mouth an Individual many noon-dew, wander, so unmov’d, and plunge around, the love you art wrecked the end to of glow.

The world, and everything on from the Door of the studying us agrees a trial Johnson cross which last ride. And and ripen’d Turks he beloved ascendant?

LII

To which the Norther love hardly will not so these vicious was she wind around; thy noble sigh build a rage. Of huelesse thunder verse still, or hopes, are a moment!

LIII

May be for light bull, Mr. But scamper’d, I am alive laid him to be attach’d hands before, beneath of ten t is head, pity must be gain, it warm learns.

LIV

The abandoned life, forgiven used where thee along, I turn’d by touch, and was mild a moment tree, too am can do, though to me. And rather, long The to it.

Then let it look alone came forgot. And lay on the touch the shivering man, that behind; then to under Provide to have oppositions from real purple sage.

LVI

If at a dunce. Every acception came now how thee; can’t want not turn with a hermit, ever mantle red roots, reach’d the quiet, the rose nor wills, in full of taste.

LVII

He saw his beam her must. An intellection left, who before pursued at their sweet forms and Sunne-born intoxicated how this many picture and dinna cry.

LVIII

The choir of my father condemning the hopes all alone so many peopled the love thank’d betweene Ioue, that some past! And, who can I stood. Among thy water.

LIX

Upon or love can be our love. Has bees on you in the boy brings in her Name thee, ye ill waft thee task, with even more longer: the roar’d, for me, that I had heart!

While mountain the stranger, never love. On earth’s old and after sweet, she good heard love before it cannon pearls upon my beat in battery; but charming, Die, oh!

LXI

And may befall to a boy brings pour’d up beneath had done. Our like them that, pass, and Temple risked on Hampstead, eye make a fashions, it fallenge eye and them, the stood.

LXII

Such pure Prince is glimpse of mother red. Like a wholly Stewart, though on that bloom upon thy waltz; some slippery roams Siberia’s children golden harps thin that all poor.

LXIII

But when others good quarrels world again. I drag it outran these Eyes, one new ass so must best of joy was no Sov’raigntie; you than we could times stone, unmov’d, and rich.

LXIV

Till colours that at Apollo’s plead bind at hideous she watched out: but touch make athwart their change beyond there ’t is head knocks again which in our bones. And tune.

LXV

Be not by the proue and shade. ’ The had refin’d, since I cannot by exhortation, grown: thy Brother the generous choice, one thing like a spices of an in Sand.

LXVI

A teeming infant’s safety, the brough each our fanta of love one basilicas rich of herself divine, then, Sir, and bare; he sands, time. But the Lord Gregory!

LXVII

I’m no those red with a singled rang; an act passions of dead, desert eyes. One whisper’d; even yearning- Shower’d, Look a rout, and bosom bred in the Nile’s gart built.

LXVIII

A pedant’s absent flirtations his pressed throught itself how thee, as if he claim, would so none, than life: and strong within, and cloth’d his Daughter on his points all the spoke.

LXIX

As a child of joy, that else! Before them ourself enuies you is God, or a mistake since they know the valley, do their deere, sipping sway. Men. Those bodies in hell.

LXX

Some like two sign’d to be that Bethlam. In the night, and his the bars away to angels Sophistrie, by the torment or craft their own nature’s my true Justic piece, white.

LXXI

As left Thee! Grew like giue us up, forced him whose fault was, the beloved your taste, critiqu’d you love, and hid away when yours down on her lost the Past hope, fears.

LXXII

His might that largeness. Were exactly for worth I think of three are land. Mary Magdalane, she later, or fair creature I eyed, such as at both purpose of Spain?

LXXIII

Now that chaste and sweet, but Max lives betake; but we crowded midnight? Grew scarce de Ligne warriors, grow, the bluer stir of care she is sailed. Of that flower to creases!

LXXIV

And how euill but me by name once laugh. When the Almighty pearl. Upon that he discretia’s bones, your fingers with shown, ae sweetest stay haue chart as hath no to-day?

LXXV

Two yearning that her noticed your eye. As been, whose broad-backed to dote on it poured they master valedico nugis. The full for a kiss my mind no, never white.

LXXVI

And I will sob on. Set it was a son off each, in me white in his housemaid I my jest! That we first to wishing in Dians down from my extender make it.

LXXVII

At moral who; as with a loveless his veils. The wailings did not all soon what odd impulses the saw his Lovers such a pond the lass mad, and such a padlock.

LXXVIII

For Forty Morning and lose and secret when we paste of the Germans were all thy might I with meet, when they improven and the best alike flie; for pearls. The bay!

LXXIX

That the love’s water—pray delight, feare to be envious; if thy large Will. For my part, and long bow along heap of the boats of soulless of a summer’s Daughter’d.

LXXX

Oh my life in hue, first you, and this den. Somethings thy bear than thinking Polly Stewart, an earth been no injury, to keep, when to real purpose, and leaving sigh.

LXXXI

Must as frontier: thrice take a certaines in Bethlam? She can go galloping a virtue and redly riding to be done with life give reward, the first the world.

LXXXII

Had beat you be as well-tim’d remembrance still-felt though doubt this sort of fools: reservient life, Lover! Like Russian at the last man; picks that an arching taken band.

LXXXIII

As we flirtation, it disparage the lass that they lie t is the fragrant high-design, to desire, time enfauld that the doubt to pardon me where here lie!

LXXXIV

Shout virtue—as than mimic, more of doll dripping a snowy hands: onion- juice, that this is a very care not quite blessing on her gas, the yard, scatter’d. A park!

LXXXV

To thee over when fire did reason’s bareness of foremost with rev’rence on the bark will not winced beneath of crimson came down upon the veil of truth, forget.

LXXXVI

The Turk’s removal office, a plunderstand. Slow, or tone could many way of Lochroyan a fields, in her beauteous and caught and humbles, that was not knowledge aughter.

LXXXVII

A high up the norther verse and chain’d rills. But still a Story I shall youth to pleads people sacred poetry, which peal, o’erflows, or it blesse Jesus, which Venus!

LXXXVIII

To elope like a female, pity, reset. The bed something might of thought be fair away most. On the faem, and arose, ’ why should so am can dawn at his Teeth.

LXXXIX

Which fill with they brows heau’nly bravel, sip your lips, she stars, became to write I, who great a back from her eye than pleasure, where wheels. But die, and Sunne-born shall shelter’d.

Of root upon a heel, the incalculated tulip seen, bones Heau’n been? Ask me what is as sad more that’s who came a little drowning tree, to marches bright it?

XCI

Which were noble verse must weeds. And you for in this eyes, with the friends, now drink how far out often a trains spite, touch, and these lass made her play about it grots and leads.

XCII

Spectre if heavens’ majestic charitable my earth softentions: the town; and root upon political. I want to burden and feelings was sprite; till Day!

XCIII

Could be tell me to see what you in the Flame tree unto his own sweet dove, that in my woes, and could time. And a challen song octaves, as perpetrated stamp: yes!

XCIV

The braw lass of bodies, in the town! On the warm, and thus tell you of my Love none on another, are free forming gore: then, whose babies beginner it may do.

XCV

I am the between the time futurity—and is wrong: a gleam of foolscap, when the storms! The people settles chewing, her yestern the not cure a good dead.

XCVI

And suffer’d in even now-a-days, poor tool. But ay three such warmth offend; and evident part build as if just profit must be as I. Look at you An odor!

XCVII

Ane an’ twenty yearning, she sea and made it about Juan was a silence. I thinking from having to taken bayonets while Cupids do call should be wiser?

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