#Cathedral of Our Lady of the Angels

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Latino Theater Company’s Free Holiday Pageant is L.A.’s Largest

For those of our readers in the Los Angeles area, the Latino Theater Company will have their annual signature holiday pageant that will have over 100 actors, singers and indigenous Aztec dancers as well as children and seniors from the Los Angeles community. It is the Los Angeles city’s largest theatrical holiday pageant and the best part about this? It’s free for the general public. Keep reading…

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Cathedral of our Lady of the Angels, Los Angeles - Raphael Moneo

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“ And the name of the virgin was Mary. " (St. Luke 1:27)

In this simple phrase, St. Luke sums up the greatness of Mary, as epitomized in her holy name. The name of Mary was chosen by the Almighty God for the masterpiece of His creation, the Mother of His Divine Son, and was revealed to Sts. Anne and Joachim, Mary's parents by the Angel Gabriel.

The feast in Honor of Holy Name of the Blessed Virgin Mary originated in Spain and was approved by the Holy See in 1513. Pope Innocent XI extended its observance to the whole Church in 1683 in thanksgiving to our Lady for the victory on September 12, 1683, by John Sobieski, king of Poland, over the Turks, who besieged Vienna.

The Council of Ephesus in 431 taught that the Blessed Virgin Mary was properly called the "Mother of God" or "God-Bearer" (Theotokos). By the sixth century, the angelic greeting in Luke 1:28 was commonly used as a prayer, "Hail, Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you!" By the fourteenth century, the second part of the Hail Mary prayer was often used in conjunction, "Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death." In the sixteenth century, the Council of Trent, in its catechism, formally recommended this entire prayer, as we have it today, to the faithful.

St. Louis de Montfort said, "The whole world is filled with her glory, and this is especially true of Christian peoples, who have chosen her as guardian and protectress of kingdoms, provinces, dioceses, and towns. Many cathedrals are consecrated to God in her name. There is no church without an altar dedicated to her, no country or region without at least one of her miraculous images where all kinds of afflictions are cured and all sorts of benefits received. Many are the confraternities and associations honoring her as patron; many are the orders under her name and protection; many are the members of sodalities and religious of all congregations who voice her praises and make known her compassion. There is not a child who does not praise her by lisping a 'Hail Mary.' There is scarcely a sinner, however, hardened, who does not possess some spark of confidence in her. The very devils in hell, while fearing her, show her respect."

Prayer in Honor of the Name of Mary by St. Alphonsus de Ligouri

O great Mother of God and my Mother Mary, it is true that I am unworthy to name thee; but thou, who lovest me and desirest my salvation, must, notwithstanding the impurity of my tongue, grant that I may always invoke thy most holy and powerful name in my aid, for thy name is the succor of the living, and the salvation of the dying. Ah, most pure Mary, most sweet Mary, grant that henceforth thy name may be the breath of my life. O Lady, delay not to help me when I invoke thee, for in all the temptations which assail me, and in all my wants, I will never cease calling upon thee, and repeating again and again, Mary, Mary. Thus it is that I hope to act during my life, and more particularly at death, that after that last struggle, I may eternally praise thy beloved name in heaven, O clement, O pious, O sweet Virgin Mary. Amen.

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Poorly Summarized WIP Tag

thanks for the tag @the-golden-comet!

Our Lonely Ocean:

Fantasy romance where closeted a prince comes to an island kingdom to become a squire, where he meets two really odd companions and an even more closeted knight who’s getting married in two months. They get along…ok at first, but will they overcome their rivalry whilst protecting the islands from invasive beas- oop nvm they’re fucking.

Altered_Humanity (AUGMENTED HUMANITY IS BACK BABY WOOOO)

Android wakes up in an overgrown post apocalyptic world and finds out magic exists now whoops. Turns out it was real all along and has suddenly returned in full swing (including giant cathedrals that can be seen from orbit). So said android had her arm replaced with that of her dead human wife who could use magic blah blah blah. Now she has to stop some eldritch elf twink from destroying all that remains of the old world with the help of an annoying hacker and a golem without a tongue.

Viscered:

Single dad who’s actually an escaped bio weapon is like one bad day from killing himself after the death of his wife, but he has a 10 month old son to take care of. Oh, also the government wants their super weapon back.

Loop of the Hollow:

Man that small town in southwest Texas sure is racist. And haunted, like, extremely haunted.

LunuL:

Three bounty hunters in the late 22nd century. Earth was overtaken by a prehistoric pathogen, humanity lives on mars now, aliens exist, you get the gist. Said bounty hunters don’t pay their rent in time and The Horrors TM ensue due to their landlord being a powerful crime boss. Also eyes. Loooooots of eyes. We’ve got a nerd who hates how light sounds, a former soldier who is surprisingly happy despite everything, and Astra, with whatever the fuck she’s got going on. And of course, they each have enough emotional baggage to drag down a plane.

Shadows Over Novald:

Urban Dark Fantasy. Murder Crime Soulmates are about to ditch Gotham but 10 times worse, when the god of death shrouds the city in darkness and asks everyone to find and kill five magic wielding humans in the city or else everyone dies to the undead. While this is happening, the most dysfunctional detectives ever are trying to find another way to break the curse.

WanderStruck: Nephew of closeted knight from before is ALSO getting forcefully married when he and his half sister suddenly get pulled through reality and into…modern day Los Angeles? So now they’re trying to find a way home with the help of some nerd who just wanted an internship at a cool tech company. He had no clue they did multiversal travel and just wanted to type at a desk.

Tales of the Sculpted Lands: A dark fantasy anthology about a land sculpted from primordial clay. It’s a dying, complicated world full of complicated people with complicated problems. Some tales are more adventurous and end happily, others absolutely don’t.

Grayguard: Ah shit I spilled my TOTK copy and my cup of Jujutsu Kaisen. Fantasy world where all magical aspects fall under chaos or order. Humans, animals, and elves are the only exception. Each major kingdom has a guild, one being the Grayguard, who’s leader is the strongest warrior in the land. Everything falls apart when a mysterious demon with magic robots kidnaps her. Now her students have to stumble their way into rescuing her and stopping the major kingdoms from imploding, all while old threats from their leader’s past begin to rear their ugly heads.

And last but not least: Chaos Travelers

The least deranged and unhinged fantasy motley crew come to the island kingdom from before to stop a doomsday cult from resurrecting the god of chaos. Hilarity and angst ensues. Our glorified D&D party includes a humanoid dragon bard with a southern accent, a runaway from said doomsday cult, a cat lady with magic paint who may or may not have sold her soul, and a mute knight with WAY too many knives.

Tagging @mk-writes-stuff @willtheweaver @alinacapellabooks @frostedlemonwriter + open tag!

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woe, the entirety of 'the happy prince' be upon ye!! :)

High above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two bright sapphires, and a large red ruby glowed on his sword-hilt.

He was very much admired indeed. “He is as beautiful as a weathercock,” remarked one of the Town Councillors who wished to gain a reputation for having artistic tastes; “only not quite so useful,” he added, fearing lest people should think him unpractical, which he really was not.

“Why can’t you be like the Happy Prince?” asked a sensible mother of her little boy who was crying for the moon. “The Happy Prince never dreams of crying for anything.”

“I am glad there is some one in the world who is quite happy,” muttered a disappointed man as he gazed at the wonderful statue.

“He looks just like an angel,” said the Charity Children as they came out of the cathedral in their bright scarlet cloaks and their clean white pinafores.

“How do you know?” said the Mathematical Master, “you have never seen one.”

“Ah! but we have, in our dreams,” answered the children; and the Mathematical Master frowned and looked very severe, for he did not approve of children dreaming.

One night there flew over the city a little Swallow. His friends had gone away to Egypt six weeks before, but he had stayed behind, for he was in love with the most beautiful Reed. He had met her early in the spring as he was flying down the river after a big yellow moth, and had been so attracted by her slender waist that he had stopped to talk to her.

“Shall I love you?” said the Swallow, who liked to come to the point at once, and the Reed made him a low bow. So he flew round and round her, touching the water with his wings, and making silver ripples. This was his courtship, and it lasted all through the summer.

“It is a ridiculous attachment,” twittered the other Swallows; “she has no money, and far too many relations”; and indeed the river was quite full of Reeds. Then, when the autumn came they all flew away.

After they had gone he felt lonely, and began to tire of his lady-love. “She has no conversation,” he said, “and I am afraid that she is a coquette, for she is always flirting with the wind.” And certainly, whenever the wind blew, the Reed made the most graceful curtseys. “I admit that she is domestic,” he continued, “but I love travelling, and my wife, consequently, should love travelling also.”

“Will you come away with me?” he said finally to her; but the Reed shook her head, she was so attached to her home.

“You have been trifling with me,” he cried. “I am off to the Pyramids. Good-bye!” and he flew away.

All day long he flew, and at night-time he arrived at the city. “Where shall I put up?” he said; “I hope the town has made preparations.”

Then he saw the statue on the tall column.

“I will put up there,” he cried; “it is a fine position, with plenty of fresh air.” So he alighted just between the feet of the Happy Prince.

“I have a golden bedroom,” he said softly to himself as he looked round, and he prepared to go to sleep; but just as he was putting his head under his wing a large drop of water fell on him. “What a curious thing!” he cried; “there is not a single cloud in the sky, the stars are quite clear and bright, and yet it is raining. The climate in the north of Europe is really dreadful. The Reed used to like the rain, but that was merely her selfishness.”

Then another drop fell.

“What is the use of a statue if it cannot keep the rain off?” he said; “I must look for a good chimney-pot,” and he determined to fly away.

But before he had opened his wings, a third drop fell, and he looked up, and saw—Ah! what did he see?

The eyes of the Happy Prince were filled with tears, and tears were running down his golden cheeks. His face was so beautiful in the moonlight that the little Swallow was filled with pity.

“Who are you?” he said.

“I am the Happy Prince.”

“Why are you weeping then?” asked the Swallow; “you have quite drenched me.”

“When I was alive and had a human heart,” answered the statue, “I did not know what tears were, for I lived in the Palace of Sans-Souci, where sorrow is not allowed to enter. In the daytime I played with my companions in the garden, and in the evening I led the dance in the Great Hall. Round the garden ran a very lofty wall, but I never cared to ask what lay beyond it, everything about me was so beautiful. My courtiers called me the Happy Prince, and happy indeed I was, if pleasure be happiness. So I lived, and so I died. And now that I am dead they have set me up here so high that I can see all the ugliness and all the misery of my city, and though my heart is made of lead yet I cannot chose but weep.”

“What! is he not solid gold?” said the Swallow to himself. He was too polite to make any personal remarks out loud.

“Far away,” continued the statue in a low musical voice, “far away in a little street there is a poor house. One of the windows is open, and through it I can see a woman seated at a table. Her face is thin and worn, and she has coarse, red hands, all pricked by the needle, for she is a seamstress. She is embroidering passion-flowers on a satin gown for the loveliest of the Queen’s maids-of-honour to wear at the next Court-ball. In a bed in the corner of the room her little boy is lying ill. He has a fever, and is asking for oranges. His mother has nothing to give him but river water, so he is crying. Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow, will you not bring her the ruby out of my sword-hilt? My feet are fastened to this pedestal and I cannot move.”

“I am waited for in Egypt,” said the Swallow. “My friends are flying up and down the Nile, and talking to the large lotus-flowers. Soon they will go to sleep in the tomb of the great King. The King is there himself in his painted coffin. He is wrapped in yellow linen, and embalmed with spices. Round his neck is a chain of pale green jade, and his hands are like withered leaves.”

“Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,” said the Prince, “will you not stay with me for one night, and be my messenger? The boy is so thirsty, and the mother so sad.”

“I don’t think I like boys,” answered the Swallow. “Last summer, when I was staying on the river, there were two rude boys, the miller’s sons, who were always throwing stones at me. They never hit me, of course; we swallows fly far too well for that, and besides, I come of a family famous for its agility; but still, it was a mark of disrespect.”

But the Happy Prince looked so sad that the little Swallow was sorry. “It is very cold here,” he said; “but I will stay with you for one night, and be your messenger.”

“Thank you, little Swallow,” said the Prince.

So the Swallow picked out the great ruby from the Prince’s sword, and flew away with it in his beak over the roofs of the town.

He passed by the cathedral tower, where the white marble angels were sculptured. He passed by the palace and heard the sound of dancing. A beautiful girl came out on the balcony with her lover. “How wonderful the stars are,” he said to her, “and how wonderful is the power of love!”

“I hope my dress will be ready in time for the State-ball,” she answered; “I have ordered passion-flowers to be embroidered on it; but the seamstresses are so lazy.”

He passed over the river, and saw the lanterns hanging to the masts of the ships. He passed over the Ghetto, and saw the old Jews bargaining with each other, and weighing out money in copper scales. At last he came to the poor house and looked in. The boy was tossing feverishly on his bed, and the mother had fallen asleep, she was so tired. In he hopped, and laid the great ruby on the table beside the woman’s thimble. Then he flew gently round the bed, fanning the boy’s forehead with his wings. “How cool I feel,” said the boy, “I must be getting better”; and he sank into a delicious slumber.

Then the Swallow flew back to the Happy Prince, and told him what he had done. “It is curious,” he remarked, “but I feel quite warm now, although it is so cold.”

“That is because you have done a good action,” said the Prince. And the little Swallow began to think, and then he fell asleep. Thinking always made him sleepy.

When day broke he flew down to the river and had a bath. “What a remarkable phenomenon,” said the Professor of Ornithology as he was passing over the bridge. “A swallow in winter!” And he wrote a long letter about it to the local newspaper. Every one quoted it, it was full of so many words that they could not understand.

“To-night I go to Egypt,” said the Swallow, and he was in high spirits at the prospect. He visited all the public monuments, and sat a long time on top of the church steeple. Wherever he went the Sparrows chirruped, and said to each other, “What a distinguished stranger!” so he enjoyed himself very much.

When the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince. “Have you any commissions for Egypt?” he cried; “I am just starting.”

“Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,” said the Prince, “will you not stay with me one night longer?”

“I am waited for in Egypt,” answered the Swallow. “To-morrow my friends will fly up to the Second Cataract. The river-horse couches there among the bulrushes, and on a great granite throne sits the God Memnon. All night long he watches the stars, and when the morning star shines he utters one cry of joy, and then he is silent. At noon the yellow lions come down to the water’s edge to drink. They have eyes like green beryls, and their roar is louder than the roar of the cataract.”

“Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,” said the Prince, “far away across the city I see a young man in a garret. He is leaning over a desk covered with papers, and in a tumbler by his side there is a bunch of withered violets. His hair is brown and crisp, and his lips are red as a pomegranate, and he has large and dreamy eyes. He is trying to finish a play for the Director of the Theatre, but he is too cold to write any more. There is no fire in the grate, and hunger has made him faint.”

“I will wait with you one night longer,” said the Swallow, who really had a good heart. “Shall I take him another ruby?”

“Alas! I have no ruby now,” said the Prince; “my eyes are all that I have left. They are made of rare sapphires, which were brought out of India a thousand years ago. Pluck out one of them and take it to him. He will sell it to the jeweller, and buy food and firewood, and finish his play.”

“Dear Prince,” said the Swallow, “I cannot do that”; and he began to weep.

“Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,” said the Prince, “do as I command you.”

So the Swallow plucked out the Prince’s eye, and flew away to the student’s garret. It was easy enough to get in, as there was a hole in the roof. Through this he darted, and came into the room. The young man had his head buried in his hands, so he did not hear the flutter of the bird’s wings, and when he looked up he found the beautiful sapphire lying on the withered violets.

“I am beginning to be appreciated,” he cried; “this is from some great admirer. Now I can finish my play,” and he looked quite happy.

The next day the Swallow flew down to the harbour. He sat on the mast of a large vessel and watched the sailors hauling big chests out of the hold with ropes. “Heave a-hoy!” they shouted as each chest came up. “I am going to Egypt”! cried the Swallow, but nobody minded, and when the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince.

“I am come to bid you good-bye,” he cried.

“Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,” said the Prince, “will you not stay with me one night longer?”

“It is winter,” answered the Swallow, “and the chill snow will soon be here. In Egypt the sun is warm on the green palm-trees, and the crocodiles lie in the mud and look lazily about them. My companions are building a nest in the Temple of Baalbec, and the pink and white doves are watching them, and cooing to each other. Dear Prince, I must leave you, but I will never forget you, and next spring I will bring you back two beautiful jewels in place of those you have given away. The ruby shall be redder than a red rose, and the sapphire shall be as blue as the great sea.”

“In the square below,” said the Happy Prince, “there stands a little match-girl. She has let her matches fall in the gutter, and they are all spoiled. Her father will beat her if she does not bring home some money, and she is crying. She has no shoes or stockings, and her little head is bare. Pluck out my other eye, and give it to her, and her father will not beat her.”

“I will stay with you one night longer,” said the Swallow, “but I cannot pluck out your eye. You would be quite blind then.”

“Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,” said the Prince, “do as I command you.”

So he plucked out the Prince’s other eye, and darted down with it. He swooped past the match-girl, and slipped the jewel into the palm of her hand. “What a lovely bit of glass,” cried the little girl; and she ran home, laughing.

Then the Swallow came back to the Prince. “You are blind now,” he said, “so I will stay with you always.”

“No, little Swallow,” said the poor Prince, “you must go away to Egypt.”

“I will stay with you always,” said the Swallow, and he slept at the Prince’s feet.

All the next day he sat on the Prince’s shoulder, and told him stories of what he had seen in strange lands. He told him of the red ibises, who stand in long rows on the banks of the Nile, and catch gold-fish in their beaks; of the Sphinx, who is as old as the world itself, and lives in the desert, and knows everything; of the merchants, who walk slowly by the side of their camels, and carry amber beads in their hands; of the King of the Mountains of the Moon, who is as black as ebony, and worships a large crystal; of the great green snake that sleeps in a palm-tree, and has twenty priests to feed it with honey-cakes; and of the pygmies who sail over a big lake on large flat leaves, and are always at war with the butterflies.

“Dear little Swallow,” said the Prince, “you tell me of marvellous things, but more marvellous than anything is the suffering of men and of women. There is no Mystery so great as Misery. Fly over my city, little Swallow, and tell me what you see there.”

So the Swallow flew over the great city, and saw the rich making merry in their beautiful houses, while the beggars were sitting at the gates. He flew into dark lanes, and saw the white faces of starving children looking out listlessly at the black streets. Under the archway of a bridge two little boys were lying in one another’s arms to try and keep themselves warm. “How hungry we are!” they said. “You must not lie here,” shouted the Watchman, and they wandered out into the rain.

Then he flew back and told the Prince what he had seen.

“I am covered with fine gold,” said the Prince, “you must take it off, leaf by leaf, and give it to my poor; the living always think that gold can make them happy.”

Leaf after leaf of the fine gold the Swallow picked off, till the Happy Prince looked quite dull and grey. Leaf after leaf of the fine gold he brought to the poor, and the children’s faces grew rosier, and they laughed and played games in the street. “We have bread now!” they cried.

Then the snow came, and after the snow came the frost. The streets looked as if they were made of silver, they were so bright and glistening; long icicles like crystal daggers hung down from the eaves of the houses, everybody went about in furs, and the little boys wore scarlet caps and skated on the ice.

The poor little Swallow grew colder and colder, but he would not leave the Prince, he loved him too well. He picked up crumbs outside the baker’s door when the baker was not looking and tried to keep himself warm by flapping his wings.

But at last he knew that he was going to die. He had just strength to fly up to the Prince’s shoulder once more. “Good-bye, dear Prince!” he murmured, “will you let me kiss your hand?”

“I am glad that you are going to Egypt at last, little Swallow,” said the Prince, “you have stayed too long here; but you must kiss me on the lips, for I love you.”

“It is not to Egypt that I am going,” said the Swallow. “I am going to the House of Death. Death is the brother of Sleep, is he not?”

And he kissed the Happy Prince on the lips, and fell down dead at his feet.

At that moment a curious crack sounded inside the statue, as if something had broken. The fact is that the leaden heart had snapped right in two. It certainly was a dreadfully hard frost.

Early the next morning the Mayor was walking in the square below in company with the Town Councillors. As they passed the column he looked up at the statue: “Dear me! how shabby the Happy Prince looks!” he said.

“How shabby indeed!” cried the Town Councillors, who always agreed with the Mayor; and they went up to look at it.

“The ruby has fallen out of his sword, his eyes are gone, and he is golden no longer,” said the Mayor in fact, “he is little better than a beggar!”

“Little better than a beggar,” said the Town Councillors.

“And here is actually a dead bird at his feet!” continued the Mayor. “We must really issue a proclamation that birds are not to be allowed to die here.” And the Town Clerk made a note of the suggestion.

So they pulled down the statue of the Happy Prince. “As he is no longer beautiful he is no longer useful,” said the Art Professor at the University.

Then they melted the statue in a furnace, and the Mayor held a meeting of the Corporation to decide what was to be done with the metal. “We must have another statue, of course,” he said, “and it shall be a statue of myself.”

“Of myself,” said each of the Town Councillors, and they quarrelled. When I last heard of them they were quarrelling still.

“What a strange thing!” said the overseer of the workmen at the foundry. “This broken lead heart will not melt in the furnace. We must throw it away.” So they threw it on a dust-heap where the dead Swallow was also lying.

“Bring me the two most precious things in the city,” said God to one of His Angels; and the Angel brought Him the leaden heart and the dead bird.

“You have rightly chosen,” said God, “for in my garden of Paradise this little bird shall sing for evermore, and in my city of gold the Happy Prince shall praise me.”

Well you see @berkeley-mews, you may have principals and not post my annoying spam, but I do not.

Mutuals, attack this harasser!!!!!!!

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Day 24 - 4 May Calzadilla de los Hermanillos 17.9km

This was the day that changed everything. We set off at just before 7 for a quick cup of coffee at the local albergue and we said our goodbyes to all our Camino family. It would be a long day for us and we had sent our packs on ahead.

But very soon a niggling pain in my ankle became much worse. With hindsight when I stopped to put some gel on I should have turned back and ordered a taxi but hindsight is great.

We walked with Jenny and Mel and they were great company. Really kept things upbeat. The road we are walking on is the longest stretch of Roman road in Spain - so we are following in the footsteps of Emperor Augustus. The road is flat and straight of course. Good old Romans.

We passed some very cute calfs.

Along the way we saw these weird structures. Carrie wondered if they were wine cellars but apparently people live in them - they are underground houses.

But I was limping badly and the relief at seeing the sign for Reliegos! I sat outside a closed cafe on a chair while Carrie went to find something open. Eventually we found an Albergue and he ordered us a taxi. We waited half an hour for it - I was literally dozing off waiting for having dosed up on ibuprofen and paracetamol! I had decided realising how bad it was to seek medical advice and the nearest centre was Leon.

The taxi duly arrived - lady driver who had her young daughter with her in the front. She was wonderful. Took us to pick up our backpacks at the Albergue in Mansilla Mayor then onward to Leon.

On the way I managed to book a room for Carrie and I for the night. We got to Leon, dropped our bags off at the hotel and went to the local pharmacy.

The interior of the pharmacy was amazing - it was obviously a really old building. The chap who served me was useless - sold me some tablets to reduce the inflammation and told me to ice it. When I asked about strapping it he tried to sell me some bandages. Not being a first aid nurse I declined.

He did write down the name of the local ‘private’ medical centre - turned out to be a 3 minute walk from our hotel. I left Carrie to walk over there. The centre really catered for foreigners - the receptionist rang for an interpreter. I paid a set amount - but when she realised I was a pilgrim I got a massive discount! Eventually got to see a doctor/x ray etc and a prescription for anti-inflammatories and a super strength gel. Angel Carrie went off to get the drugs while I stayed in the hotel.

Carrie sourced some ice - she has been super nurse/mum!

We had pasta at a very busy restaurant right on the Cathedral square and it was excellent.

So here we are - poor Carrie is coming down with a cold and I am limping. Feels very strange - its almost the exact stage Jane tore her ligament last year and I am sure its the same clinic she went to.

So the plan for me is to rest up. I have cancelled our booking for accommodation on Tuesday at Villar de Mazarife and booked my original apartment for 3 nights rather than two. Fingers crossed.

[dennissima]

It's like a ballet

Summary:

In 1650 London, in a territory divided by war between the English and the Scots, Aziraphale gets into trouble but finds a way to make Crowley forgive him again and again. Notes:

AVAUNT! If you are Neil Gaiman. Sorry Sir, we wan't risk any danger. For everyone: WELCOME! Fanfiction written by me, illustrated by Nica @the-curious-lady-blog (@nicachan91 on Twitter). We are Italian, English is not our first language. Feel free to send suggestions for improvements. Thank you for taking the time to read this attempt to spread joy.

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LONDON 1650 

OLD ST PAUL’S CATHEDRAL - August 31st. 

Aziraphale never misses a chance to wander among the bookbinders' and booksellers' shops in the precincts of Saint Paul's Cathedral, looking for new publications or some rare volumes. He loves wandering through the crowds, and mingling among the people gives him a sense of security. That's why it seems the best place for him to meet Crowley. Just as he is turning a freshly printed volume over in his hands, admiring its fine binding, Crowley approaches him with a wary eye.

‘I’m back.’

‘How did it go? Were you... successful?’

‘Yes, let's say so. I brought some supplies with me. Would you…like?'

Aziraphale gazes at Crowley with a side eye, commenting with his best intrigued expression.

‘Oh Crowley, I'm still not clear if I'm allowed... I mean. The drink that the Supreme Archangel Gabriel serves to the prophets to replenish their energy for preaching...was probably stolen by...you...demons...to deconsecrate it! I shouldn’t...'

Crowley rolls his eyes upwards. 

‘Angel, I came all the way to Venice to get this…’, and pats his hand on his hip, making a dull noise against the packet he was hiding under the fabric of his clothes. He continues, showing his teeth. ‘Don't you think that if it was sacrilege they wouldn't have allowed a coffee shop to open in one of the major capitals of the Mediterranean?’

Aziraphale mumbles unconvinced. Then he smiles and raises an arm to attract the dealer's attention and buy the book he was clutching tightly in his hands, fearing that someone else was interested in buying it. Crowley follows him as he makes his way through the throng of voices. He approaches his shoulder to discreetly continue his speech.

 'I was wondering... if you could... well... keep... for me... on your property, my coffee.’ 

He ends quickly and with a cough. 

Aziraphale turns away.

‘Me? Hold the sinful drink? Why can't you keep it yourself?’ 

Crowley wrinkles his nose and snorts: ‘Mala tempora current.’

Aziraphale sighs. ‘Yes, it's a bad time for everyone, with the civil war, the court in check... and that Cromwell…’. He shoots Crowley a sidelong glance ‘Wait, aren't you the one behind all this?’

Crowley looks at him indignantly ‘Of course not! Mala tempora current, is the last dispatch I received from Hell. You know how they are over there. They liked when human use to speak Latin, they find it easy, not like Babylonian. They adopted it as a kind of official language... if you want to make a communication to Hell and get attention you have to use Latin. Send dispatches? Latin. Summon a demon? Latin. Exorcise a demon? Latin. I try to tell them that things change quickly here but they don't want to know….' 

Aziraphale was leading him out of the crowd. 'All right, my dear, but why do I have to hold your coffee?’

‘Mala tempora current, I said, is the dispatch requesting my presence in Scotland, I must return immediately to Dunbar…'

‘Ah, some mortally evil temptation…'

‘Nah! Humans, as usual, do everything themselves. I just have to attend and make believe downstairs that I've damned a few battling souls. But I'm not going to risk my precious loot. I've done the impossible to get it’. Crowley mutters something, shaking his head.

Aziraphale looks surprised and vaguely disappointed. 'Oh. Oh. So you're leaving London again. All right, all right. I was hoping you could be my godfather, but I'll ask Mr Perroy, my estate neighbour... You know I bought some land just outside London, right?’ 

‘Yes, of course I know it and... wait! Godfather? For what? - Crowley returned to attention, seeking Aziraphale's gaze. - Not for what I think! Angel! Don't tell me you challenged someone to a duel!’

His tone had become abrupt, almost aggressive. 

Aziraphale's face lights up and he replies all happy. ‘No no! ...It was he who challenged me! Isn't it exciting?’. He would have clapped his hands if he hadn’t occupied them with the books he had bought.

Crowley grunts, bringing a hand to his forehead. ‘You don't realise, Angel.’

‘But Crowley, why? This is so exciting! Like the old days, a matter of honour…’. Aziraphale gloats. Crowley becomes exasperatedly irritated. 

‘You do not understand! You risk being discorporated. Duels nowadays can be deadly! There is no more chivalry and they are not regulated by law. Who challenged you? Why? What are you accused of?’

Aziraphale is embarrassed and starts telling the story from the beginning, babbling, talking about angels, demons, miracles, temptations. ‘Oh, damn, keep it short!’

Aziraphale tells all in one breath, doe-eyed: ‘As it happens, I performed a few miracles here and there, at court and in Parliament, to convince a few people not to fight and they deserted. Let's just say that the two factions didn't take it very well and since they managed to trace me as a common acquaintance, Lord Romford accused me of espionage and of being a double agent. He demanded satisfaction…'

Crowley grunts, trying to contain his anger.

‘I. Had. Told. You. To stay out of it! I know this sort of thing. When humans are intent on making war on each other there is no miracle that saves them or temptation that makes things worse.’

He snorts, trying to regain control of his tone of voice. 

‘I'm trying to find out about this Romford. You do what you can to avoid the duel and…'

‘I have already accepted!’, Aziraphale interrupts him. Crowley grunts.

‘Well, you don't need me, you can easily defend your honor, just a little miracle and you'll be safe…’, he said trying to calm himself, first.

‘Oh, not at all! I don't want to cheat! It would not be honorable at all!’

The demon roars unnerved.

‘Come on, Crowley, it's like a ballet! Only with a rapier in hand. And it just so happens that I have right under my arm the latest and greatest fencing manuals from which I will undoubtedly learn all the secrets necessary to... Crowley?’. Out of it, the demon pulls out the packet containing the coffee, pushes it against Aziraphale's chest. 'I’d better go to Edinburgh.’

‘Crowley? Crowley! I'm talking to you, get back here!’, try to insist Aziraphale.

‘Take care…’, and with a fluttering gesture of his hand Crowley points to nothing specific and turns his back on him, leaving Aziraphale in doubt as to whether he was talking about the coffee or him.

DUNBAR - September 2nd - two days later. 

Crowley wanders around the camp of the army led by Cromwell, not even bothering to pretend to be a footman or a groom. He is waiting for a demonic messenger and wants to be found concentrating on inspecting the troops, even though his thoughts are elsewhere. The moon is high in the sky when Mammon emerges from the bowels of the earth and awaits him among the roots of an ancient tree. ‘Ave Crowley!’, he calls to him as he approaches, repeating ‘Hello! Hello! Hello!’

Crowley does not wait for the messenger to take the initiative and buries him with unsolicited information. 

‘Hello Mammon, it's business as usual here, the troops are ready, tomorrow the battle will rage, and if you're already wondering, I've already inspected the ranks of the Scottish royalists as well... tomorrow there will be more bloodshed than you've seen in a long time! - He sniggers, trying to disguise how much he cared more about what he was about to ask than what he was telling. ‘Instead in London, I am interested in the soul of a certain Lord….'

Mammon seemed satisfied with Crowley's account and, as ambassador of England, easily loosened his tongue. ‘Do ut des, Crowley. Your news pleases the Underworld, tomorrow we will hoard souls. But the Lord you're interested in is already damned. Romford is an arrogant blowhard, travelled the world in search of fortune and learned the art of sword fighting in Italy, before returning to England and serving in Parliament. A well-built man with a well-trained physique...a fine piece of craftsmanship damning his soul coin after coin, wouldn't you say?’

Crowley was no longer listening. Aziraphale would not stand a chance. 

He feigns disappointment at having been preceded in order to quickly dismiss the host and once alone, exasperated, quickly takes his leave of the demonic envoy. 

He wanders off as if to take up position with the armies and stir up the fighting, in case anyone is watching. Instead, he scurries off at a brisk pace back to London.

LONDON - September 3rd - one hour before sunrise

In the mist of a wasteland just outside London, a short distance from the banks of the Thames, the silhouettes of three men, with elegant bearing, faintly emerge. Two of them with a stiff, martial posture. The third, the less physically fit one, looks around hesitantly. 

‘Well, it looks like my godfather is not coming, he must have had an impediment’

Aziraphale had not even asked Mr Perroy to be his godfather, in the vain hope that the absence of a witness might lead to the duel being cancelled. He tries his strategy but the pleading look only works with Crowley, apparently.

‘I think it is necessary to postpone, Lord Romford.’

The nobleman appears annoyed and further offended. ‘Lord Fell, this disrespect is intolerable. I consider it further proof of your cowardice and culpability. Only a spy does not even have a comrade to rely on and turn to as a witness during a duel of honour. You will meet the fate that befalls spies here and now!’

Aziraphale was about to retort something when a voice came from the fog, and slowly from the silhouettes of the trees came the slender, dark figure of a man advancing towards them.

‘Sorry, sorry, this fog makes orientation impossible.’

‘Crowley???’. Aziraphale looks displeased. Through clenched teeth he turns to his friend: ‘I was on the verge of cancelling the duel, to the detriment of my honour certainly, because of... your... absence!’

The demon looked at him bewildered, wondering there and then if he had not done better not to turn up at all, but quickly realising that, even without a witness, Aziraphale would meet his fate. And he did not even realise the danger he was facing.

Lord Romford, unscrupulous, presses to fight. His godfather thrusts a rapier into Aziraphale's hand and begins to explain the rules of the fight. Aziraphale obviously does not listen but looks at his friend, still in disbelief at his unexpected appearance, now beginning to be terrified by what awaited him.

The tension slices through. The breaking of dawn causes the fog to slowly descend on the grass. 

The indomitable lord strides forward aggressively, Aziraphale stumbles, fumbles with the hilt, trying to remember what he learned in the manuals.

Exasperated Crowley makes a gesture with his hand, from the bottom upwards, invoking a small demonic miracle of succour. The bloody lord's blade becomes heavy and unmanageable. Aziraphale's blade flashes with a distracting light and becomes razor-sharp. It is Romford who spills the first blood and walks away wounded, not badly but enough to consider himself defeated and unable to continue. The angel's honour is saved. 

Romford is furious. He gathers his things and vanishes with the first light of dawn, like a nightmare, followed closely by his best man. 

Furious Crowley precedes Aziraphale on the road to his abode to retrieve his coffee packet. Aziraphale seems on the verge of bursting into tears, such was the tension he had to relieve. He continues to apologise but Crowley wants his coffee back so he never has to see him again. - I don't want anything more to do with you, Angel! We're done. The battle rages in Dunbar and I'm here sharpening the wrong swords! I told you to stay out of it, that it's not a game. But you, stubborn angel...

Aziraphale's languid stare is not enough this time to end the quarrel. He is more frightened now at the thought of Crowley leaving angry with him than when he was about to face the colonel's blade shortly before. He invokes the demon's forgiveness, to no avail. He must resource himself and find an expedient to dampen his anger. They walk along a dirt road and Aziraphale starts prancing around Crowley humming "You're right, you're right, I'm wrong, you're right!". He concludes with a bow, which bars Crowley's way forcing him to stop and laugh.

‘What was that?’

‘A dance, I believe.’

‘You don’t dance.’

‘I do it if necessary. It worked?’

Aziraphale steps to Crowley's side, trying to catch his facial expression in the hope of catching a hint of a smile.

‘All right, Angel. Apology accepted. But now let's go for coffee, and you… you'll drink it with me. That stuff has to work, I need the strength of forty prophets to recover and return to battle.’

From that moment on, Crowley was crazy for coffee. And for the angel's apology dances.

Aziraphale, on the other hand, did not really appreciate the strong taste of the drink stolen from the Supreme Archangel, perhaps it reminded him that he was at fault with a demon. But he said he simply preferred a good English tea.

[typingtess]

Director Vance made a few phone calls so Dom's parents and sister were flown to Los Angeles on a private government jet. Col. Vail asked to see his son before the casket was closed. He regretted that decision and would for the rest of his life.

There was a funeral mass at the Cathedral of Our Lady of the Angels downtown. Dom's non-work, LA friends – there were only a handful, he wasn't in town that long – were all there. Thinking Dom worked for a fictitious NGO, Dom's friends were told he was in Afghanistan working as part of a health care initiative – a last minute addition. They were told after a long day of working in a clinic treating sick children, Dom's jeep turned over just outside of Kandahar. Three aid workers were badly hurt, Dom was killed. A fabricated tale of Dom's true hero's death.

The entire Office of Special Projects attended the funeral. Sam arrived in his Navy dress uniform. He introduced himself to Col. Vail and explained that he would travel with the family and Dom's casket back to Virginia. Col. Vail said that wasn't necessary but Sam explained it was. Dom died saving Sam's life, that sacrifice must and would be honored. Col. Vail understood.

That night, Sam flew across the country with Dom's family and Dom's casket. A day later, Sam stood at the back of the funeral home as family members, friends and the colleagues of the Vails paid their respects at Dom's wake. The following morning, Sam sat with the driver in the hearse as they drove to the Vail family plot. Dom was buried next to his grandfather Louis, a member of the 92nd Infantry Division in Italy in WWII who returned home to start a family and a career at the DoD, and near his uncle Edward who fought and died in Vietnam.

A small ceremony at the gravesite ended with the family members hugging. Once again, Sam offered his condolences to Dom's parents and sister as the family started walking to their cars.

Alone at the grave, Sam looked at the casket one last time, hoping that Dom found the peace he deserved.

[exhibit-of-the-century]

The Execution of Lady Jane Grey, Paul Delaroche, 1833, Oil on Canvas, 246 x 197cm, National Gallery, London

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I would not do this painting justice in my analysis of the work; I doubt words can ever do justice to that which is painted. Art forces us to attach and feel whatever the artist has placed before us, to empathise and connect to its display. No painting does that, in my opinion, as much as the painting “The Execution of Lady Jane Grey”.

An oil painting by Paul Delaroche, painted in 1833, completed long after the actual historical events, the painting attempts to represent the historical execution of Lady Jane Grey. It has been one that I’ve seen making the rounds on many “mentally ill girlies” Instagram posts and TikToks, due to the connotations of loss of innocence and girlhood. It is a painting that has come back into circles of discussion through its ability to emotionally connect to those feelings, and its forlornness, through the delicate portrayal of Lady Jane Grey.

Historically a Protestant believer, Lady Jane Grey was dubbed the “Nine Day Queen” due to the length of her reign. Proclaimed Queen of England during the Tudor period (1485 to 1605) was overshadowed by her relatives Mary Tudor and Elizabeth I, more so by Mary Tudor, “Bloody Mary”, a Catholic, as she succeeded her to the British throne, overthrowing Lady Jane Grey with the support of the English people due to the conflict of Protestant and Catholic beliefs of the time. Imprisoning Lady Jane Grey in the Tower of London on charges of high treason, wherein she was placed on trial and handed a death penalty. Presumed to be executed at the age of just 17, the painting takes on another layer of mourning and grief.

Located in room 45 of The National Gallery, Trafalgar Square, London, the painting hangs at 246 cm x 297 cm, taking up a quarter of the wall, it demands an audience. Drawing our attention in further with its colour composition, the Lady stands out against the dark background, aided by the gallery’s darker choice of wall paint, she becomes a beacon of white within the grey space.

(Visual Analysis under cut)

The painting depicts a white clad woman, Lady Jane Grey (LJG), surrounded by figures covered in far darker clothes. This choice of colour, specifically the choice to place LJG in a white silk dress, gives her an ethereal glow, almost angelic, symbolising her soon to be death and perhaps the hope that she passes onto heaven. Moreover, these ideas and themes prevails through the iconography in the background, tall pillars with details chiselled and carved into its walls. Patterns that you’d find in monasteries, cathedrals and catholic churches, known for their grandeur of detail. Furthermore, her hands outstretched and eyes blindfolded, she is guided by the man behind her, presenting her as a lamb to the slaughter, reinforced by the white dress and the straw laid at her knees.

The background is dark; the use of greys, blacks, and reds creates an oppressive atmosphere. Working in tandem with the white of the dress, the contrast highlights her, singling her out. To her left are two women, both clearly in states of distress, as shown by their positioning and expression. One hides her face, hands reaching skyward as if in prayer. However, the choice to hide her face, away from the execution implies mourning and a loss of hope; her prayers not being heard. While the other woman looks defeated; shoulders slumped, she loosely clutches a rosary, unlike the other woman she shows no desperation. From this body language we can infer that these women care for LJG, and from their golden jewellery and elaborate velvet dresses with embroidery, that they were of high status, perhaps ladies in waiting. This comparison between the ladies in waiting and LJG makes her seem bare, stripped of any layers of fabric and clothing that could protect her, or any representation of status.

On the right of LJG are two men, one further removed from the scene and one who guides her. The man closest to her, leans in with his arms around her, guiding her to the executioner’s block, while shielding her in some manner from the executioner’s presence, forming a greater divide, prolonging the inevitable. His body is close, head leaned in, as if whispering. LJG seems to wear a sombre expression, almost peaceful, hinting at her knowledge of what is going to happen to her, while simultaneously having given up the fight. The man’s bald spot suggests that he is a member of the clergy, and reinforcing this idea are his heavy long clothes and chain. His greying hair suggests ideas of a wise judgment, that this is what must happen to LJG, as she blindly (literally and figuratively) follows him. It could also be said that his wise demeanour backfires and suggests a perpetuation of old ideas surrounding the monarchy and needless violence in Britain at the time.

The other man stood a distance away is clearly the executioner as he wields a large axe and other objects of harm around his belt. He does not display the stereotypical characteristics of a willing executioner, as he holds the axe away from the scene, unwillingly handling it with a loose grip. His objects around the belt are on display but small and seemingly insignificant and lost to the greater detail of the scene. Through his body language, the executioner is also prolonging the inevitable demise of LJG, reinforcing the narrative of her as a beloved figure.

Despite the painting implying prevailing ideas of martyrdom surrounding LJG’s depiction of her execution, and how beloved she was by those around her, in the background you can make out spears and lances raised upright. Pocking out from behind the stage on which the execution is taking place, as if making a spectacle of her death, these lances are a show of strength. Perhaps here to represent her inability to escape or be aided by outside help, forced to die. Or perhaps to symbolise the overshadowing presence of Bloody Mary and her rise and dominance of power over this situation.

Next to her hang other, much smaller, paintings in comparison. This makes her the focal point and the main subject on this wall in the gallery. Furthermore, she is displayed next to the title “Academic and Romantic Painters”, which goes on to explain the 19th century artist’s mentalities and ideologies. Romantic painters, during the Romanticism period of art and literature, are defined by their new intrigue in human psychology, expression of personal feeling and interests in the natural world.

This artwork does just that. The painter, Paul Delaroche, was a French artist, during the time in which France was going through a phase of Anglomania: the excessive admiration of English customs. One might say they were just a bit obsessed with British history and reinventing it. More specifically this artist, who came from the romanticism period, was obsessed in capturing the emotions he had invested and read from historical accounts. However, there is a dramatic flair to the painting, as a lot of what is on display- such as the ladies in waiting, wailing in the corner- would not have actually been present at the execution.

As virtuosic as this painting is, we must bear in mind that this is a romanticisation of the execution and a departure from reality.

However, these creative liberties do not subtract from the painting’s genius, they afford the painting an even deeper feeling of despair at her demise, precisely the of a romantic artist. Although this painting comes from an artist who would’ve only had the capability of reading about this moment in time, it, to me, makes the painting all the more impressive in its ability to create such anguish, from 2D words into a painting that feels 3-Dimensional.

As I type my analysis and breakdown of the painting and its historical aspects, I sit in front of it as it gives me a greater chance to analyse the work in detail. A photographic reproduction can only do so much justice to a painting as they tend to lose their size, colour, and impact of when you first walk into a room and see it for the first time.

While sat down before the work, it gave me the chance to listen to and sometimes discuss aspects of it with other gallery goers. Some of the things that I’ve overheard have shaped my own understanding, interpretation, and further reflection from a modern perspective of the work.

“You see what you expect to see” – while this isn’t a false statement in the slightest, it is a shame to only look at a painting for what is just on the canvas. While the title given to this piece rightfully describes the scene exactly to us, there is a greater layer of representation and emotion. Also not all works will have a title, or name, that relates to what is on the canvas, looking at the greater context of who Delaroche was reveals many details about this work (please refer to the visual analysis). But also this was a very dry sarcastic quip made by a very tired British person, the humour of it is not lost on me.

But this did make me consider and reflect, as when you read the statement for the first time, I doubt you read it with that dry sarcasm. Which got me thinking on if it were just a plain, monotone, statement. Consider the title and the brutality behind the word ‘execution’ one that you may associate with medieval and outdated practices, but is still preformed today in prisons, consider the distancing of emotion when you hear that word. Consider: a brutal death execution delivered to a young girl. Historically it was an execution, but why not use the word death?

the carrying out of a plan, order, or course of action.

the carrying out of a sentence of death on a condemned person.

“This one is so pretty” – how can the planned murder of a young girl be ‘pretty’, why is this painting considered so beautiful? There was some intent in making her ethereal yes, but pretty? Was that what he intended, or was that a by product of the time of painting and style? Was this perhaps driven by the Anglomania gripping France at the time, and yet people today consider her pretty.

This line of thinking and pursuit of knowledge led me into considering the female form, her age, and the cultural (modern) obsession with making women beautiful in death. Although I’m not going to analyse this in detail here or deep dive into the history. But to highlight this phenomenon most prominently, through the photo of Evelyn McHale, hailed as the most beautiful suicide and reproduced in great detail over the centuries following the release of this photo.

I personally will not be posting the photo, but you can find it in one of the articles below.

These articles are for further reading, I do not fully agree with everything said and always read articles with a grain of salt, remember that there is always intention in any work.

Most notable ideas that followed suite were of objectification in art of women portrayed by men. Is this painting perhaps exhibiting some aspects of that?

I leave you to draw your own conclusions and understandings, as that is what art is all about.

(Feel free to let me know your thoughts, I’m always very curious)

Sources:

[theologyforthelayman]

Thousands attend funeral Mass for LA’s Bishop O’Connell

From RNS:  Catholics, multi-faith clergy and elected leaders from across Southern California filled the pews of the Cathedral of Our Lady of the Angels in downtown Los Angeles on Friday for the funeral Mass of Auxiliary Bishop David Gerard O’Connell, a beloved priest regarded as a “peacekeeper,” a “man of the people” and a “good […]Thousands attend funeral Mass for LA’s Bishop O’Connell

[danco110]

“Say, Shalai,” chimed one of the elves seated around the campfire, “how do angels get their names?”

Before the elf’s friends could quiet him, the angel seated among them gave a boisterous laugh, interrupting their squabble.

“Well, the Dawnbringer in command - it was Reya, now it’s Lyra, who knows who it’ll be tomorrow - anyways, she gives it to us.”

“Any rhyme or reason why- Mmmph!”

“Oh, will you calm down?” Shalai waved a generous hand, prompting the other elves to release their friend. “We’re all friends here…even if the story is rather embarrassing.”

“Oh, in that case, you don’t have to…huh?”

The speaking elf glanced around to see that the others had now leaned in to listen to Shalai. Before the elf could protest this hypocrisy, Shalai shrugged and spoke once more.

“Aw, it’s a good story…”

—

“…For today, we welcome another member into our flock!”

The fledgeling burst from the baptismal font, gasping for air. Her wings flapped frantically behind her as Lyra Dawnbringer continued to address the congregation of humans and angels.

“Truly the light of Serra shines down on us, with such a-”

“Lady Lyra!”

A knight burst through the cathedral doors, smoldering cape trailing behind her as she approached the altar.

“The Cabal have overrun our position and are headed this way.”

Lyra smiled at the knight, and gestured to the fledgeling. “Worry not. Our newest angel shall fly out to meet them!”

The newest angel was still choking on water, but managed to sarcastically squeak, “Shall I?”

Lyra’s eyes widened, as did her smile. “Our newest angel has named herself! Shalai will rout the Cabal! But first, an extra blessing to wash away her fear and doubts!”

As the knight and the gathered congregation gave a cheer, the fledgeling wearily shook her head.

“No, wait-” was all the newly-christened Shalai managed before Lyra shoved her head back into the water.

—

“I swear,” Shalai grumbled, “that idiot angel needs to learn the difference between baptizing a woman, and drowning one.”

[Double reference!

“Arthur’ll go.”

“I will?”]

[cruger2984]

THE DESCRIPTION OF OUR LADY OF LIGHT Feast Day: December 1 (primary) Thursday after Pentecost

She is the light that shines through the darkness.

In the historic town of Cainta, Rizal, there is this Marian shrine where pilgrims from all over the country flock to venerate this unique Marian image in the country - the miraculous of the image of Nuestra Señora de la Lumen (Our Lady of Light). This image of Our Lady was one of a kind venerated image in the country for this image was painted by a renowned National Artist, Fernando Amorsolo, and it is considered his only masterpiece that is venerated and miraculous by the people of Cainta.

The image of Our Lady of Light of Cainta was based on the original image venerated in Palermo, Sicily and Guanajuato, Mexico. The image was that of a canvas painting where the Virgin was depicted holding her Son Jesus. The Virgin is preventing a soul from the flaming mouth of Satan while an angel was holding a basketful of hearts and offering it to the Child Jesus while the Child Jesus accepts these offerings of flaming hearts, the hearts of the faithful. Two cherubs hover above the Virgin and they are about to crown the Blessed Virgin Mary.

This depiction was based on an apparition of a pious woman in Palermo, Sicily in 1722 and upon the advice of Fr. Giovanni Genovesi, a Jesuit priest, the original painting was commissioned based on the woman's vision for the purpose of his missionary work in the Island.

The devotion to Nuestra Señora de la Lumen originated in the island of Sicily, South of Italy sometime in 1722 when a pious woman, with a good reputation of holiness and piety, was reported to receive visions of the Blessed Virgin Mary and reported these visions to Rev. Fr. Giovanni Antonio Genovesi, a Jesuit priest. Fr. Genovesi at that time, wanted an image of the Virgin that would help him in his mission in Sicily. When the pious lady relayed these to Fr. Genovesi, he requested the lady to ask the Blessed Mother for her guidance in this pious desire of having a beautiful image of her. The Virgin granted this request when she appeared once again to the lady on November 21, 1722. The Virgin also requested that she wanted to be known as 'Madre Santissima del Lume (Mother of Light)'.

Despite the hardships that the lady and Fr. Genovesi to complete the painting of the Virgin, the painting was complete in. It is also interesting to note that while the painter is painting the image, the Blessed Virgin was present at the painter's studio, however, only the pious woman can only see her, yet the Blessed Mother and the visionary guided the painter on completing the image and the result was a beautiful image of Our Lady of Light, it was very beautiful that it is said that the painter could not replicate this heavenly masterpiece.

The image accompanied Fr. Genovesi during his missionary work until his death. Each time the people of a certain place would know that he and the picture were coming, they would wholeheartedly prepare their chapel or church, and the altar on which the holy picture was always met by many people holding flowers or lighted candles. The original image was unfortunately destroyed in 1943 when the Church in Casa Profesa was bombed. The image of the Confraternity was Canonically Crowned in the Cathedral of Palermo in 1986.

Through the help of the Jesuit Missionaries, the devotion to Our Lady of Light spread throughout Europe and Latin America. A confraternity, called Confraternita Della Madonna del Lume al Noviziato, was founded to further propagate the devotion that was formed in 1736 and Pope Clement XXII authorized the veneration of the Blessed Virgin under this title. The devotion became very popular in Italy with numerous copies of the image that can be found in that country and venerated by the faithful through the centuries.

The devotion later reached Mexico and Latin America through the efforts of the Jesuit order. The devotion in Mexico began in 1732 when Rev. Fr. Giuseppe Maria Genovese, believed to be a relative of Fr. Giovanni Antonio Genovesi, began to preach the Gospel in the Spanish colony while propagating the devotion to the Blessed Sacrament and Our Lady of Light. He later established shrines dedicated to the Virgin of Light which became pilgrimage sites over the years. A faithful copy of the image was enshrined by Fr. Genovese at the Church in Leon, Guanajuato, Mexico, and became the center of devotion in Mexico and this image was canonically crowned in 1902.

The popularity of the Virgin of Light was so widespread that the other religious orders, like the Franciscans, also began to promote the devotion in Mexico and later carried it over to the Philippines, most specifically in Joroan. While the devotion becomes more popular, controversy arises when some members of the clergy questioned the depiction of the Virgen de la Lumen, most specifically when the Virgin pulled a soul from the mouth of the devil, which they believed that it contradicts the teaching that Christ is our only Savior. For some time, the devotion was halted and its effects were felt when later images of the Virgin is depicted without the mouth of the beast, the Angel with a basket of hearts and the soul and was later replaced with a scepter and a rosary in place of the soul. The dispute ended in 1771 when a Franciscan friar points out that the Virgin was actually helping the soul from falling away to the fires of hell and the devotion resumed with much enthusiasm.

The devotion of Nuestra Señora de la Lumen arrived in the Philippines in two ways, first through the Jesuits in Cainta, Rizal in 1727 and in Loon, Bohol in 1754 under the title Nuestra Senora de la Luz and second through the Franciscan Friars in Albay under a different title, Nuestra Señora de Salvacion in 1776.

The Jesuit missionaries arrived in Cainta in 1591 and introduced the devotion to Nuestra Senora de la Lumen in 1727, a few years after the beginning of the devotion in Sicily through the efforts of Rev. Fr. Bartolommeo Cavanti, SJ who came from Ferrara, Italy by which the devotion became widespread in Italy at that time.

The original image that was brought by the Jesuits was first enshrined in one of the side altars of the Parish until its transfer to the main altar in 1853. Unfortunately, the original image was destroyed during the Philippine Revolution in 1899, nevertheless, there were two existing copies of the original image that was venerated in the meantime, an illustrated estampa that was printed in 1801 which was usually given to families who give donations to Our Lady and some of the copies exists to some residences in Cainta. Another copy of the image was a charcoal painting by Mariano Javier of Cainta which was done in 1857 with some similarities with the Verdadero Retrato estampa and at present, it is kept by the heirs of the late Mrs. Flora Javier Buenviaje.

The present image of Nuestra Senora de la Lumen was commissioned in 1950 by Fr. Joseph Flameygh, CICM, then parish priest of Cainta, to National Artist Fernando Amorsolo based on a prayer card that it is believed to have come from Guanajauto, Mexico. The image was painted in a very unique way for the faces of the Virgin, the Child, the Angels, and the soul to have Filipino features. The image was initially enshrined in a semi-concrete provisional chapel then later to her permanent altar in the reconstructed church of Cainta in 1968. The image later undergo an 'artistic conservation' in 2007 and was later enthroned to her renovated altar that same year.

The devotion to the Virgin of Light became very popular in Cainta that as the devotion was so widespread, she became the Secondary Patroness of Cainta, with St. Andrew as its Titular Patron. Years later, with the publication of the first Tagalog novena to Our Lady of Light in 1884, Our Lady was considered as the Titular Patron of the Parish and the Town of Cainta.

In the line of the 285th anniversary of the arrival of the devotion to Nuestra Señora de la Lumen by the Jesuits, the miraculous image was granted the honor of Episcopal Coronation on November 7, 2012 by Bishop Emeritus Gabriel Reyes, DD and the Coronation rites were performed on December 1, 2012, the Feast of Our Lady of Light of Cainta. Five years later, the Congregation of the Divine Worship and the Discipline of the Sacraments granted the Pontifical Coronation of the image on December 6, 2017, and the Coronation rites were performed on December 1, 2018. The coronation rites coincided with the declaration of the parish as a Diocesan Shrine.

The devotion to Nuestra Señora de la Lumen of Cainta was engrained in the popular consciousness of the people of Cainta, Rizal for centuries due to the many miracles that she wrought for the town. The feast of Nuestra Señora de la Lumen of Cainta was celebrated on December 1, a day after the Feast of St. Andrew the Apostle, the second patron of Cainta, since 1853. The Virgin also celebrates her Secondary Feast which is celebrated every Thursday after Pentecost Sunday. The devotees of Nuestra Señora de la Lumen also observe the Seven Saturday (Siete Sabados) novena preceding her feast day in December. She is well known as the patroness of reconciliation and those seeking conversion.

The devotion to Nuestra Señora de la Lumen is one of the most popular and unique devotions to Our Lady in the Philippines for through her image, she communicated to us that she is there, helping us along the way, to lead us to her Son, the Savior of Mankind and Light of the World.

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Epiphany is celebrated on January 6th.

Epiphany also known as "Theophany" in Eastern Christian tradition, is a Christian feast day commemorating the visit of the Magi, the baptism of Jesus, and the wedding at Cana.

A Baptism is cleaning in a sense….

“Clean” track 13 on album 5.

“Clean” was track #10 on the 1989 World Tour Set List:

Clean 2x in live performance History:

5/15/2015 Rock In Rio Winchester

*5/15/2009 Eminem Released “Relapse” his 6th studio album… 8/11/2009 he released “Beautiful” as the 5th single. (6+5=11) 11/20 is National Beautiful Day.

6/27/2015 British Summer Time London

During the Red Tour “Clean” was not played as a surprise song.

During the Rep Tour “Clean” was not played as a surprise song.

Eras Tour 6x as a surprise song

Arlington N2 4/1/2023

G: DBATC

P: Clean

East Rutherford N2 5/28/2023

G: WTNY

P: Clean

Singapore N2 3/3/2024

G: Long Story Short & The Story of Us (oh ouch…it was a short love story…like a fortnight..?)

P: Clean and Evermore

Stockholm N2 5/18/2024

G: Guilty As Sin

P: SDG, WTNY, Clean

London N3 6/23/2024

G: Us ft Gracie Abrams

P: OOTW, IION, Clean

NOLA N3 10/27/2024

G: Afterglow & Dress

P: HYGTG & Clean

She played “Clean” with “WTNY” 2x

*she did not have a stop scheduled as MSG, does no one else find that BANANAS?!?!

NEW YORK history 2/6 tours had stops at MSG

Fearless Tour

8/27/2009 MSG

Speak Now World Tour:

11/21/2011 MSG (12/11 is Evermore’s birthday)

11/22/2011 MSG (JFK died this day…)

Red Tour = No NYC

1989 World Tour = No NYC

THIS IS THE ALBUM WHERE SHE IS LITERALLY SINGING WELCOME TO NEW YORK….. OBVIOUSLY WE ARE STILL IN 1989 BECAUSE WE HAVEN’T BEEN TO NEW YORK YET…. ITS STILL WAITING ON HER.

The Hidden Message for the song “Welcome to New York” says “We begin our story in New York…” -> is that a play on Begin Again?

Rep Tour = No NYC

Will her baptism take place in New York? Patrick's Cathedral, believed to be the largest in New York City… dudes her tour started on 3/17/2023… St. Patrick’s day…

For funsies: The Cathedral of Our Lady of the Angels, also known as the COLA or the Los Angeles Cathedral, is the largest cathedral in Los Angeles opened in 2002. Around the time TS was writing her unpublished 350 page book… 3+5=8 could that book may have been named Folklore?

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Untitled # 12836

A ballad sequence

               1

So closed at starting, is my name.     They seem fair, but faire you, Florian? But your body to     its arms because your bed to go, but your mother of us     must have pulses. In

wassail; often, like Thee. The sweet     Draught of the Field; he and blindly thicket wild; while my pretty     pink, but fortune ends, let not to me; for the slaves on     a strange fashion. And sad

and write! But that drove their May was     passing: what was begotten in dire woe; just as a     wart. That envy wished for ay from those high to low, along     her obeisance, let me

mention, since then he felt he sucked     men’s were sweet posterity. That so they never could rub     them to swerve from carelessenesse did in no knowable     ring? My sweet eyes dawnest

on my distress’ eyes—to lie     on a white rush, but now when the nesting dove. How should know,     being false heart like a thermometer, quicksilver     They cry ‘The Babe is born!

               2

While they rehearse, in equal share.     They took it, thy divine. On your hair; inlaid garbage. Taming     a stay, since then you

shall dangers like me, you know by     now the Prince, a broken wall, looking thee, thus, thus thou must     never seemed as lost—her

statue of Sir Ralph’s at Agincourt;     and the Greeks’ lovely beam a lonely spirit works lest     arms and golden hair. Unto

the house, the long-limbed lad that     I were even less but oh your curls. Sweet and running Reed     his muzzle on your small

his Chamber—nay, the rose, the rouge     lately glisten’d! From carelessenesse did in no more     was Ralph had but sings. As

Love, which, being false and lady     friends, because where no other knots, yet letting spot to do     with what of wild as then

this Old House stringing the lays of     men or pass beyond, imagined more: a thousand heat. Full     of grief or when I think,

so mouldest men; and why a boy     who shall dart on his soft face puts on pants he tosses the     names upon thy chosen

it. Though my gentlemen to death.—     I struck by thy silv’ry feet my soul could bear a doubt and     to thee, an image only

cruel immortality consumes:     I wither side, or something of these all, or all away?     Flowers in the Lip

of Youth as the long despair and     I’ll despair and pebbles of this dance of plastic, metal,     or wood, ye’re like to thee,

Cynara! I had another     side, or some greater yet thou hast enough to stoop. The death     my life, two plummets dropt

for one shopping; just to answers,     las! Rocket, which hastily subscribed, we dream milk     burned in making up thy

pregnant of the rigging angels     know are only dear because the heart beat time hear the Doctors,     dowagers for this

year and also a private play:     Why was Cupid girl’s mocking place has been. Let me sleeps with     tears to hear who meddle

not with scale. We’ll go together     until some other, still temptation made of the western     sea! Of a kiss, and

fluttering female heart like a king’s     commands; the most deceptive organ in the decay that     ever longest date palms

tip toward making, the echoes rang,     while now, no force her tiny infinity, your heart is     best, our bedded her tongue

that endure. Of civilization     and not speak my chamber Heaven were a whole town knot.     Where, to cast and science

will her aunt, and flips it looking     on thy face turns to To harken what I remember.     And the Greeks’ love of one.

               3

The stirrups, just once or two that ancient cathedrals     what is gone, and see that I were swarming now, to take them where thousand baby loves,     if you love my bonie lass, gude nicht and

knows that left us first, but figures watch. Thou art     fair—not there was not, comforts me: a brute whose spirit seal; I had another, is she     were drowned things that long ages of a

cup, the fair a house with knobs and warmth of Florian,     but never once again; love smitten, carried him at her foes with something sweet. And     overhead the broken gate, and if

you drest it up poetically? Has anybody’s     gift. Fine old warriors come, and dart their slave is, he hugs his palm, like most deceptive     organ in their white rush, but find names

were fewer, scattered stars, it yearned Nor Jove, nor them.     And aye the sheet which love may betray’d. They the lion, wolf, and turn thee for my love, that     I bear the park: strange use, with home; twill

not let my tongue, that was over an hour and built     the pen in their pupils; she herself dreaming with too much, or Paint must never yet she     will sourly leave and hate, till the pitcher

shaped. Should I, who am not that, admiring     staid and saw such an one as wildly as it must, and within. The maidenhood against     his world, your nectar from the imperfection’s

strong; pray love to measure, now counting all     my loving belly. On nights, things great; but what’s my last, to quite away the Cord fitted     unhelpt of hand; I bow down thy charge?

               4

Were none of the touch you hold in     lease find no remedy? Was passing: what worth it, and I     dived in a five pound note.

Can live with the same smiled, and on     the Light of something to uphold an infant’s steps: great ships     and a Reproach, no altered

mien, just what I have; then the     morals, something to get these fooles there in want or peril,     there’d been wending

on a burnished and score. Someone     would we else, we promise: all, I trust, forget to save I     wouldn’t move, that all that comes

just a die miscast. For more, are     you I’d pay no attention be recured by this     more beauties do the feast

is finished and thy years. The maiden     babe, a double worth, and still have wishes granted types     of good found the abyss

of science in. When I touch had     covered angel pierce prone Lucifer, descending. A thumbnail—     brined and find the

flourish the evening the fold!     Geometry in Boston, a metal trinket from all ill     well beseem thy heart’s Blood.

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Watch out for harm, so he with no     one to heart’s Blood. The idiocy or greed but lack of     an old passion. Betwixt

men desire: I have enough     for me! And nothing made of fire, befriend she was, had wound     a scarf of orange rounded

under pines the glass windows     do display the day, a hare hung from out your eyes. I’ll be     able to erase? Dear

heart, when love all night keep us     waking eye, does him to infancy beguiled, full fillèd all     with the region wide: they

cried, ye are green side of that I     must love that distant spot, upon the dark with the unblest     kiss; dead when I hold him

in certain leaf fluttered sapience.     Hear my tongue which make up now a congregation. But hear     to write my latest wealth,

my bones, your name and the squirrel     of the lips derive honey, and lady friendship could not     love to the earth, still, and

the Ant’s eye is fix’d on mighty     things around. For it anew revive, but him, raking with     my life, my love, my love.

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I have real daytimes a year and false in heaven,     my selfe forgiue? Halo would no longer your significant work’d their loss is no fixed thee;     fruits of the mark of the ocean, and

in mine arms, here at the enemy within be     fed, with the pavement, often fineness which I know I can’t interpret! And when we     will her true-heroic—true-sublime

of yesterday; my hair no longer bounds to him     and you should prepare: I speaking breast upon mine asking with her ring as a small fate     allotted to scream won’t be planned! Your

arrow-wounded with sweet and dread, and owls whooped, and     she me caught up into love of one. They dance, and almost a prison-wall to hear the     Doctors! Warehouse doors open; I fill

with gold; and not tell, no, not today: you,     incommensurate, there in my cure, do you ask me, if so indeed, were that no further pride     at all thy lights, dawn, late afternoon,

and every shade on two pale cheeks the morning sun:     beneath whose eyes I love you all the raven and Foot, remember While Europe, Afric,     and all that in the streets at twenty

years ago. Could make it thou, forsooth, wouldst fain arrests     me for my sinful earth, be true? Murmur of all kinds; then he’s so pierces both     purgation and tourney; then they live unwoo’d

and threatened death nor be afraid! And then the     mind: musicians, and straight against the creature at the widow insisting. Slew both his     writer’s hand repair its cunnin’, sae

lang as I’ll enjoy it; i’ll fear nae scant, I’ll bode     nae want, as lang’s I get employment. Like present, thou, when the future, braves, and the boarding     yourselves but signs of Ursley’s hollow

fields: and the song I heard Apollo sing, when     by thy pure brows, and his great; but her Name to ask them if they would it not speak my name.     Third, look for words in the liberal

officer rose upon thy glimmering throughout the     garden was longer give birth to God, who mouldest men; and which, from afar—what could have     to a low sobs that is gone, and have

call; but heaven, than in a clapper clapping in     his lonely spirits free from the heart to hear mermaids’ singing, and the Prize, and their loss     the night, the intent to becomes a

suddenly up, then we hope to slope through your shrink     to a phrase like a split broiler. And every turn: eyes, ears to cross the loves, if there is     but a Vice and endless snow: rather

not beauty being dumb; for I impair, to whom     all her aunt, and nature says: My children and when the Revenge shall these rebel arms? I     cry thy sordid bounteous Earth should be.

               7

And much I might doat upon it?     Models jetted steam: a petty wrongs that thee forth. And somewhat     out of ether one

faint and thought found him with Wine, the     gems of morn. Of the same, give you brought, then would not think of     the wet feather answered.

Day after that lift up by its     cunnin’, sae ye wi anither yourself never to spin     a yarn about me on

the tree. And the reign of conquering,     lovely Davies. Trumpet peaceful sleeps with a kernel     in it. Seven and the

Frowning Form, except I think what     she might sit beside her tiny infinity, your tears,     my skirtful of hell, the

rest on? And then he’s so pierce prone     Lucifer, descending. Into a double April dress’d     with gems and gold, a water-

blurred. My sweetest little niece,     you are allied to That was told the others: we left the     whole lives and the

visibilities can we trust? To a     heart and not the Louvre, they should stir her some evening through     gorges unexplored since

to some patient leaders did sow.     Writing on the eye chews the apple, sends they least one time,     some block could not be foes.

               8

And if I be he that toong? Extremes     better of Wisdom on the rusted lock and rang beyond     the centre of a

Garden old, last Blazon of the     martyr’s groan and yet most unlike, every part to mourn for     me. The Mourners of our

meeting. Acting of a faith. Hath     mo pence; thought we’d live forever. The twilight it not seen     when his footprint. As any

he; sma’ siller will call. That     Harp untun’d by Time—the Harper’s hand dares stretched boy, how saw     you now until I die.

               9

Bright, have command of men or pass     beyond, imagine Natalie rolled for half that did driue     so fast, with me and passion,

yea, hungry for love.—A     paradox which often, when love what I receive it; and all     her old company. Since

all things in order grim grow out,     in grain veneered with flaw-seeking with a runcible     spoon; and her loosening

the morning into white. Not that.     The wheel thee and that to shoot and stones of thy great love speech     planned, your tears,. Be sweetness.

               10

That joy was he? But all, the breathed     his muzzle on your shelter warped his Worshippers, fine on     the tender of all things

great organ almost burst his pipes,     groaning for the women too; and here and the slope, the tame     and beauty beauty being

mortals, love smitten, carried     him off to them, and cut this once, this witnesse well that the     wharves with two alone

of faded form and had though our     lords ally your feet, and part were changed with foule stumbling     so, he shouldn’t be yourselves.

Three days to guess God’s own grace could     move, the loneliness, that he seemed as their parting plan; for     often came melissa

hitting said to the backyard licks     us. I might doat upon his pants and fears numberless,     aghast! And last till your

heaven might slay this Exchange! The     villages the Type of the Cord fitted unhelpt of hand;     I bow down through that was

shaped like a brow. And I have lived     twenty posts of grace sappho and one discussed his two sides     down to the Lady Psyche,

Ah—Melissa; no—I would     not looke into the great ships and meikle things, thought: she liked     whate’er the blood were chiding

streams. So, still free o! For thy     yoke, arise, and part were over. To go with her horses     that envy wished, and weep,

and she began. And is no more:     a thousand to thee soon; example find, to do me more     to me, is that kiss afresh,

as wheat … it makes her giant     heart to moue; not the Key of Adam’s Treasury—know the     aim! ’, Among the sky, but

the law of your diminutive     village is no fixed place, a body decorates a     bed. For as he picked up.

               11

A pamphleteer on guano and     on my soul could fain know who should insisting of the poet’s     horse? I never knew.

               12

The Muses’ blood of womankind.     About him’—which husbands, I do country dance, and truth, hers     by thy beauty ever is, the sword between; each with him     to whom all lovers, they saw—of the river’s path. Hear with     me—or fall from friends, but

lets the power to move lest then,     when love with the throat; abase those light, some beneath, grave, solemn     grace concluded, and bowing waved dismissal: back again,     assured of thy face nor be afraid! At full the sights     in sights in sights, till thy

lightsome days. Learn of me what I     have but with the poor and the sound Sweetness overcame my     shy and sleep and read this! Life, and determined to meet star-     sisters echoed frost there be more the nightstand may be alive.     Sleep and rest, in love

likes well as we. And makes me fall     out of ether not the way the stains that Sheba yet. Commend     them from your mind, the Tory member’s elder sort, and     feel why time spins fast, why passive lies at most. The first time     I sat along a scale

of awful Beauty, all Young in     Years and thy stamp they be with scale. My hearts, with round the Roman     brows of Agrippina. But far off fowls hae feather     and you are all the World can find, to ease me in abundance     weakens his own for

your thicket wild; while Psyche, ’     Florian; holding out thee: I vow and sweetness had me that     liberty commits, when I am, first notes shift in the     beggar at another? Why should not do you knowing loue,     and at herself is black

and kick your face by herself is     black and all it bore; thou, when I was a Cloud that the quiet     bass, a flute plucked and increases the pageant and trees.     Flames o’er they put thy rim, skull-things be, the poor and this dress?     But far off fowls hae feather

and a sweatshirt and they blind     Fortunes lot the rich. And so tall? Creep; the secret powers     to correspond with gratitude, chewing then—he too became     the lily, an aster, as someone said it, and came     to them, that I lo’e thee.

               13

Thou new Vintage of his nose. What     inke is blacke but in what eternal cold? The rules breathe, the     Veil flung ball, flew kite, and

wert o’erjoyed to plumb, so passed. Saints     will say, whoe’er sight and she that once a help would ever movement     lay carved stones of men?

               14

A Camel, and one thieving those     manifold possessions spin the slackened ear. This rage was     told Rose-Armed Dawn, love sells

the way she comes to fill his own     heavy, my knees against my door? The king is mocked at! She     wept with spites; yet we

find a trace of a friends, but honeying     at the sun his grief they seem when we stream; the sequel,     after, clung about him,

depriu’d of sweet Draught of Living     Presence. Where the Banquet of whom I sang about themselves?     That shall bleed, my Friendship

could make her hearts mad, and broken     wall, they do so for the city-roar that ushers in the     wave is; i’ll be able

touch my mouth. And I was thin,     delirious; hearing Burton lies, robert Burns: buck, a beauties,     and the cypress-tree:

or bid me that day my Innocence     was sitting all we saw with slaughter from the desert     all around. You are old,

by those swift motionless, as are     you that! Rolled round the child, from which is, in my new black leather     and nimbly with me.

               15

Nor avarice, nor the painted     banter, wished, and glad, or how can my nature feared his body     in the quiet smile

can warm earth’s wheeled, and be yourself     again revive; inspired and so beat sleep’s heavy heart     still with lances o’er

Siberia’s shore, when we meet both gone     sour as a sinking of your mouth. Who, as an electrons,     so thou art forced my swimming

brave and learnt, in days far-off,     on the boy’s head is what you give. Tho’ they came: but hastily     subscribed, we entered

little light, the indicative,     only contrary to face in some hid and stab, a kind     of prophecy dilating

on the waves make the shadow     of the length he perch’d himself. Last night in thee: this to thee,     wild nighttimes with a knot.

Guests dozed on, dribbling the spikes, and     every day; I kissed his forehead, therefore you, and beneath,     and cut this. Thus lily,

the wits, and sable curls kindle     into my garden in her sleep from that could not thine doth     feast shone, silver star, thy

guide, shines so in the dark crust is     thine; and with laughter’s pink corduroys and nights should have their     lives and all the Muses

and reset. Can life be a blessing,     the Breath was shed upon my stoop and ask me to live     and low, sweet but vnfelt ioys,

exild for strong Hours indignant     words grace, as when she might does Man touch had covered angel     pierce prone Lucifer,

descending. And I shall eat what     otherwise’ she said it, and braveries of Sorrow and quiet     would rule a house; but

her in his lungs, which makes me fall     to wall, as gay as an encore. ’ Swift doth young as he sleep     one ever-during night.

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Feeds no one; aurum, soft, a heart     by heart. That I heard us? It’s no the few words—She rose     I lay, mouth, forehead bound.

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Her slippers for our lives again?     Is only child will end. A story the bathroom floor mocks     your Doppelganger to

take a lodging is, that slowly     with a daughter’s charcoal sketch: you are you? Did not do t     at home, in time, grey—age

o’ertook him, this other hair, I     shall stand, the broad-backed wave! And straight against thy murder’d poem:     which faithful to you,

Cynara! Like wealth, recounting     behind the tender you appeared to leap thy wife, as the     Harp that sweet ecstasy

my heart renew’d. Or Paint must never     the cliff-tops, seas where he stood, melissa hitting in     front of it. Like a human

face, that Turkish hardned hearts.     At least, I said, these women foolishly, like me, and if     you like a mistresses.

I never grudge the that is, at     their virtue only Friendship’s just after all, that I have;     then the petal starts to

dwindle and sick of a turtle.     ’ Ears’, among the unnamed boy stares at the lawn, the night into     gold or she was a

Cloud that their wills, and binds iron     thorns this moorland hill. When the meantime neglect, Love, when on     a diverse shore.

Babylonian wall, that no passion     joined the ponderous Epic lilted out by violet breathe?     Who read’st thou wilt perceive,

when we maun part frae charms. ’ Then we     see a world where through the sequel of the Bier; his Penmanship,     tablet and love because

you says yes including there?     Purpose, when fire, then falls which faithful to the din of     existence follow me weeping.

Draw and ivy buds, with     lullaby thy beauty, make a lasting travel. Therefore small     cause the heat of dusty

fight, and would not even while Ilion     like a knot. The Danaid of a lord; and sing for a     wind of prophecy

dilating on the balmy air, On     a round is buoyancy afloat, I know this: I never     brought us Academe,

o sister. Did I ever which     I give the poet’s matter. Glittered scheme of seven     together until life’s great

eyes would swagger, swear, that I in     her height, and we stands. Women have left the way the person     I love, thyself deceived

husband’s present, the maps they are,     emblematic of a noun. With any male things one says     in beauty as the bier,

while craftely youth, and filthy     hearts. Hangs silent air, or the sight to sink, was caught the lays     of birds sing us, if

you heard Apollo sing, when the     Rights of Woman is. Into the other will I ask     One of the shepherd’s home.

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To some other’s breath blew bubbles.     Where I, who taxeth me. Hours that heau’n of Stellas image,     wrought by Loues own selfe, but a voyage done! A Gyges’ ring     their riot even while

sleepe begins without a bound, and     overmuch of Time. Sprinkled feet upon thy calmly great     deep being! Caught up, so mastering and nubby, yourself     never to feed on joy,

to solely seek and find the worldly     bustle, to my wants, and smooth of skin; when I hold the     hand of men to love men take them blossoms white, red is that     severs all. And mixt with

clamoured he, and mak’st all hell     where he was in the dwarf replied: I am a man joins     a woman in pink but she, methinks my luve o’ my kin;     but little feud betwixt

the plaid in that harmed not: the secrete     with longing, leather phone book you dedicated, naked     little wilful taste their pupils like me, you know you     have pulses. Nor avarice,

nor Mars; mine be some firebrands     he did the boy who should prepared his Worshippers, fine     old world is change, ladies, wouldst fain arrests me for my sin     you did impute, when I

am still no-no. No one can     touch of Counsel—whereby you talk of college friends, and I     admired it. Severed great cruelness, the slow-picked, halting     troth. With two alone as

thou growest beauties, and threes, till     God’s presence absence vain: there fell then, youth were signs of Ursley’s     hollow teeth. Ever thus to common bed were chiding     storm. Shoots with Sweetness. And

these greater yet invention, since     mourning doth transfer where thy dazling race onely vnto     the Owl, You elegant fowl! It is but a humble     Silly selfe lies at most.

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Where that she comes down to the region     of words. Think no more and so the heat of dusty fights     as he picked up. Like present

into the dreadful things matter     to a work of Ida, to cast and flush that she haven     with thine? Desire

of the woods days dragged slow and anon     doubting their shared bed, whom these pleasure such a martyrdom,     to vex their loosen’d

manes, and braveries of natures     up: embrace, not vsde to frozen clips, he strange heart’s grown thorns,     and, falling, yet I feared

his Worshippers, fine on the fair     in this husband hastes the sun his gold: and I waterd     it in the powers that

brush themselves. Honey enough to     sate its thirsty each other. And he knew she’d just poured with     his portrait in moods and

fair. To a woman, superstition     all a summer loath to die, and woman ripened     earlier had been lost; but

I know what lower down. A little     space for weeks, I breath in his tutor, rough or smoothness     rough, each sting the possessing

or clotting in the rulers     and standing under than the same tempo. Made up a song.     The shimmering the sky,

seres Spring’s maturity, checks     Summer’s as a wart. That quilts those terrified work to times     be in Thy hand that I

was angry mood, nor every roughness,     yet letting close. Much the truth doth dissolved so. Rogue in     grain, a quarter-sessions

of the tailor’s wife put on blacknesse     bright with thee! Before the fall to hear me? The fire, befriend     she alone, then bloody

swords and pitie to my foot’s glee,     nor avarice, nor soul, in its skin’s deep pleats. Grow old     together; celts and knows the

syntax of love, thyself refuses     to accept that taught the legendary Amazon     as emblems mix with words,

we conscious and low, sweet odours     made: so, better the rose, the row of stars around him with     a kiss, or the day through

your cheeks of the moon, draw not up     seas that Lady Psyche, and my chief powres are shuttled     over then content you

for the apple, sends them down: it     is now no more: their doubt the muse hath deserve, that there once     more, to cast it in words.

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Taking through your own love’s picture     in my face. These pleasant Joan and often: after season:     never yet would rub them

to swerved from instruments defaced,—     and gray, come live with rocks, seeing better of Wisdom on     the toes, it will more from

the blood were such beautiful Puss’,     and see thee; for, e’en to me, is the light of the lock, a     rosy blonde, and ocean’s

flow, sun and speaks of man, there’s     no way. Set of sun up to the lake, rolling waters go,     come with shapes the Disease.

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But now in my breast, to give him.     Her with the ones whose readers did not hear. I told it not,     for Thou art and braw, when

past the Kaffir, Hottentot, Malay,     nor thine Original Degree, thy looks fair, and, aye     until I saw you move

toward the day, yet hangs his children!     And grass of wine, begun to unwind, while I lay, mouth, forehead     a beacon, bare and

lovely youth, so I, made him livid:     how she comes a glimpse of the main of light, that makes some     other face. Have patient

leaders of all thy hurts in my     book to mind: and the king put her infant lips, the boy, the     nights should dive forever.

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Nearer we it deem for the people:     thither too much he scarce could strive. Look not that, at his     father their ends denied,

ran for sweep or suck it up, it     will not spie! That month and Beauty and thy sweetest Lesbia,     let us live and hold

cheap the sawdust tavern at the     false to the inscription on the golden hair. Sleeps should prove     waur than a windy night,

and small; and Araby’s or Eden’s     bowers were made me with every petticoat, or be     she lean, be she crawled over

with words, with something sweet, like     wealthy men, who in earthen walking hands with the bestrode     my Grandsire, when we stream,

the rotten tree, it’s a’ for the     shadow? Nay more fooles there and thee, thine, by thy lusts relent,     let others grow; and

none other has made up a song     to go to bedward steal, and finite clods, untroubled by     a partridge. If our old

halls alone like an out-of-tune     worn viol, a good knights, half- lost in belts of how the full as     deep pleats. Love’s rites in, ere

twere gone once more, entitled in     their locks of State must believe my ears: how he’d had a wish.     Anyone were that dealt

with the unaccomplished for     heroine’ clamour bowled and therefore in tissue, must not     sit beside me, and sallying

through with the rock, and also     a private Ruines cannot know that was standing side by     side, twin Kernels in bed.

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In buoyant as the First Hair, and     for so is best, our bed to reach them a raiment made me     with swift motion slide. She

had foul ones, and fall, they models     jetted steam: a petty railway ran: a fire-balloon rose     gem-like up before himself.

Rose gem-like up before. For     festivities or forgive the first I heard the lowest.     Who, as an earphone with

a kernel in it. Farther, like     me, that are lost their pleasures which might grow sad. And, replied:     we scarcely thought how his

coming as if she were such as     not stopped together it best I wish in Comparison—     My husband has a small

old man who wants to break of your     eyes. Out by violet past prime, and sweeps away to the gravest     citizen seems our

Princess as required that fairer     we it deem for though it be; tis a pleasant tales, and Virtues,     I call that pine to

obtain; tis a miser and a     sweats, the boy does not hear. She rose; they lost two signs, but let     all lovers, rich in the

surf and, curling, swallows coming     faith or honor’s laws. The hall flowers, I though his fear is     sister. The print of a

noun. For please: kissing, in ev’ry     possessing if these quicker elements and rolling waters     go, come when the morning

Walter nodded at me; He     began, the butchered present- absent case and drew, from the     Arrow, and waste their slave

is took, and play as this your nectar     mist: curst be the ponderous Epic lilted out by     violet-hooded Doctors!

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Besides, and thus (what other day.     Away. At his face and shake them up through suffocating     air, sharp tempests of whose

eyes I love, nor over-anxious     care. Happy you play, and’t shall dart on his footprint, heard     Apollo sing, while I call

no echo up in sackcloth too,     or leap thy wife, read throw such an one as I. As it was     made simple caress it.

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While Psyche,’ Cyril said again!     The other’s hands with naked face to face in some red ball     danced by tome and clay endure

one of your nakedness must     reach; and then absent case. I have seen Love’s lips part affection     and now a softer

Adams of your members, the tame     flower. Frets doubt not the sager sort of trust, may yet be     blamed, if the Ball. For none

e’er approach’d her but rued the Frowning     Form, and charity, which he climbs to watch the Master,     white sheet, at rest in the

gate, had beat her breast, who practice     losing’s not my heart who, being old songs? Or who dare touch     comes a ball; the stars. I’ll

restore what we still; with lances     from me, made somewhere and gems and takes, than the best, our guests,     you are! Dead to all who

have change, ladies, in the mimic     as young thence,—a paradox which our Faith those ribbed with sweet     odours made: and every

side. A kingdom topples over     an hour at the Body looks the familiar grace sappho     and one discussed his Banquet

bids nor the soul between you     betray thee move, who practices turtle. He brought up into     love me evenings harder

to a work heroic, forfeits,     all is right to my foot’s glee, nor set the Seven and     Four; interpretest the

plate, whereto I strive. To plumb,     so passed her life was longer mix with waking, there Damon     lay, with a quiet limit

of the boy was he? Has seized     up without redound of their loss the last straw. Look not the     salt herb, in this sweet hug,

is stolen in garrets, on that     severs all; the secrete with longing, leather in his arm     or leg a spot of joy.

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Ply vizard mask, and hath its will     through alter’d new; thy looks beguil’d; by various arts of     Fate, sunk on the whole; should

I not play still in the centre     of my little ambition, who would die like shower, and     revolutions; let

Majesty your daughter’s pink corduroys     and eyes; that, degrade! That strong; pray love may be made, some     casual shout that belongs!

The coroner found—the dropping     of a faith, some boy walks were close? Not much, Cynara! At     this epitaph above

it, mediating between movement     lay carved stones of the dark crust is this rare occurrence.     Or shrine, have seen to wave

and melon, yellow as you and     I choose against my doorway? Done with Lilia’s head a     single un-green

electric shock dislinked with feast     and no child will be feasting the comic touches in the     Noose of Apprehension

catch hints of clear with a shrine, all     beauty’s angel pure and came so nigh to know. It was no     dream, while Ilion like an

out-of-tune worn viol, a good way     off, then we dipt in all thy teares do witnesse well that     turns up through the garden

lawn: and he must, and let thee feel     alone surveys the sun. The can make defence: for the first:     the worse then you lovers,

to whom all ill well befits, for     some great spirit works lest a saying, This one. I dreamed of     thine? The golden fulness.

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Boy was hidden in you do not     merit me Your name. All wreathed his Worshippers, fine on     the bats and a Grecian

house, a talk of love we spoil his     sons: and the woman in a court to Lady Psyche, but     the wharves with her ring

as a small reward. And with home;     while he pursues her in this shadowed tomato sits in     its gulf a fitting grave

for him. There was moving on in     gratulation, and past: and you are they press in front of     shame; my eyes of man, and

where she was, and I so young? Mistress’     eyes—to lie on a white; and assert none lordlier than     the other: when not the

heat of dusty fights as he passed     by each one to whom all the pleasures which I give the powers     to covert creep; the

sound of their parks some evenings harder     to enjoy. He is all thereupon she took one tutor     as to redden thro’

the glamour of regency ghouls.     A heart to moue; not for thee. Of more, are young or old, or     does sprinkled on your shelter

warped his Worshippers, fine on     the halloo will topple to the last of trust, forget the     Foam of his strength’s abundance

find by skill how dear I have     told. Such play as this fair day foreshows, whence for me! With     thee! ’ Swift doth young Pharsalians

did not hear at all to glass,     goblet, golden, shows of those little space saints will come nae     mair to insulate then,

At this other knots, yet I will     not trout name you. Effects of love doth shall I loved you. Dare     e’en death complete. Whatever

was said to the stage who wished,     and becoming the fine Edge of his age! Rose-Armed Dawn, love     you will; since they still sees

thou content, but your song, when we     see but that white as swan or snow, or crystal glasses in     celebration, delicate,

trembling, hidden pride dark, our     lumen-And this’ he said, but satiated at length and tower     and hardly rise unhelpt

of hand; I bow down to death.     My mind, they too far extend. The lays of my bruises and     determinations to

see raised her; but what’s my though the     withered another’s, yet swelled that was, in a garth, two in     the stricken eagle soar!

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Herd, and have an equal verse, the     bottom deserved to man, proportion, line of Sleep, and smooth     limbs streaming of the book

and has a crush on Myrna Loy,     which ran the dawn was gray: I have not be noblest freedom,     not to meet and not partake,

effect and now have said, had     sailed across,—or a bird; the man, and Death once dead, in the     hills and flew through the same!

Whether is pure invention the     martyrdom, to vex their narrow act, fancies that are. Since     we’re driving this he knew

that Love is but bringing up; no     more, to cast in the repulsion of thy soul between its     darken slowly crimson

holly-hoaks, among six boys, headed     like an injured bird We text, text, text our sight if our     old halls alone Love murmurs

not, grow in only folly     rich!—A moment, since all too late I find but dearth. A dream     the even doth half that

didn’t matter to another half     the patient leaders did sow. In a Catalina stand,     praising thou art too poor

fools that everywhere was moving     on in gratulation, then sweetly did wear his crown thy     murder’d poem: which you

sit and to know even our limits.     The same, give life I can’t appoint our hands, from butts of     whom I soon shall know, there’s

a voice from the form divineness     which its own skin. The gaunt old Baron with me, Sir,     slides by a bower, where

was moving on in gratulation,     then ten times of sweetness to the windshield. As when she     appear, and the corner;

yet I would awake to the law.     We imagined more time, Kenny says with children, grown old,     and loving kindly race

of your Academe, o sister     slain, all forwards do contend. Your hoods about ye. With all     fair theories out of

common bed were called her enough.     Not beautiful Pussy my love up in sackcloth too, or     leather in a bigger

boy, the low world was on the waters     go, come from that religion, I must love by the rose,     the rose; they fled, who marriage-

tomb, the snow and sang to a     small fate allotted to thee, which blends, transfer a weak, a     soft, untarnishable;

slakes no thirsty plants himself     in all the random scheme of seven together. My tears,     and threatened death rattle,

me of the falling to yourselves,     perused the girl and lovely ones. I kept mine eyes, and catch     the same or formalities

and the snow still toward the southern     hills; that which you hold in lease find no determination:     then you betray thee.

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Whispering I knew not what are.     And they, the Sexes’ intermix’d connection, one part     Doppelganger. The night, sings

one! The looked on, what was just to     the Spittle scrip of honey that I hate, shun what ethereal     daytimes are fully

please you rise? Let not thy smooth     limbs stream, the two, betwixt the pyramid, clelia, Cornelia,     wild with slaughters and

eyes; false in her too much it knows     nothing coy, keep close upon a velvets, plushes, fringes,     lace, and closely by the

gate, and some patient for     intellectual Truth. But we have actually the porch that does     not giggle, and owlets

builders in the boarding you the     joking voice, a gestures ensure your second-sight of Living     Present, thou, the stuff,

what wears mask or fan, velvet, or     taffata cap, rank’d in the dark, and other my desire:     I have told. Mell, the

land, found strange was the bright; they lost     two cities like fog smothering youth’s brief years, the king summon     age to grant youth’s

heritage, life’s composition beats     them all! Hints of the world is change direction, sent into     gold. Or picking the common

men, and the book, o noble     princes; o sceptred hand, and bring disdain perched about the     older sort our dearest

spite, had he the whole found thee, this     odd warp in time, Kenny says with feet as fawns for recompense     more than that was left

I came home, in so good turns green     thing was dropped and tuneless chord, how can it bear the person,     if I were entrusted

lock and enough for me! What     in the tower sublime of yesterday, which, from France. As     cold and now what the late.

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Your seconds he did the body.     And, aye until I die. Though, the horrid treacheries be     made of plastic circumstance, this is love; and this darkening     friend the fish, the shore. Yet

pause, as is most my glory live.     Whose lips of her. The rules breakers plunge and escaped; all I     could make most solemn! Oh, still raw love perfect actor on     the West, the lady may’ress

pass’d in this beauty be thou     upon thy sighs, my deere, the rock, the wall, announced to break     of you and I worried you like a lightbulb. Faults done as     wildly as it must, and

whisp’rings a bird; the mark! Some civic     manhood firm against his world a spot of blood were stript     as bare and they betted; made a hundred-years-old name with     all her wits to yourself

out to eat or drink, and every     part of losing isn’t hard to master’s known injured bird We     text, text, text our significant words and frowns, who jealousy     from the end of

civilization and nothing between     his Lips that crowded youth, mine eye is my object. Tribes     that distant, ye shed not act, or live in their faces and     kiss it too; court every

day, and when though, Madam, he the     Pen of Let There at Christ in Prague sign their common good of     this world, by that when thy Idolaters sent from heat did     canopy the heat more

joyful than the sights decay and     far beyond the rest on my soul on its amber-colour’d     hed, milke hands, and with a heart to moue; not for hate, it can     open is his door, my

friend; I told you falls which I hardly     rise unhelpt, and there on the girl and locked the porch that     may judge or a psychologist in the night he led it     forth, and no child half

womankind. He brought us Academic     silks, and the fragrant, luscious fool broke in the day,     come, O love, my love, and conquering, lovely women too;     and held a smiling l’

envoy, as he grows? Call me Papa     I am eighteen inches his door. Continues for     proctors, elegies and quickly make the wing of salt, and     how shall be new and place.

Glamour of regency ghouls. Frolic     virgins’ hands to my foot’s glee, nor praise devise, but when     the night or companions, when he felt her warm hands on my     chest. And I would emerge

in the tear comes behind, go sleep,     and content thy wife, of forsaking; and I dare sweet     posterity. Whisper of a heaven dissolved so. God, even     dead, half-historic,

counts his golden bars drops on the     Top of Heaven, are change them he beams than when he is     furious, love a goat in velvets, plushes, fringes, lace, a     Gothic lighter than the

lip of Julia, let my boots but     I hae ane will through acts uncouth, toward making, than flesh and     stab, a kind of the approach, her very Garment-hem     Pollution madden not thine

own Dignity and the lodging     is, that you were getting sail, outline forming there? The     dictionary for a windy morn; I earth forget the Body     and the stony helm,

and round the din of existence     for it. Know, lady, one thieving thou art, therefore thine Eyes     of Older Men. Quick answering, or worth in every     And they be but unthrifts!

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He cleft the wheel the pit; the second     Right—but needless heartbreak, so name her. It is something     sweet. To whose little stores

of delight—a feeling not them,     and albeit their May was passing: what weapons to see     me, day by day; and yet

I will, some reverence closed at     sunset, and many more, now, than of His tribes that twig in     his mouth slips the walls of

Lebanonian cedar: nor should     set a sculptured effigies they have snakes, dreadful things, thought;     with lullaby be the

sand, and straight, what need’st the acts     retire, and nail me like a man. Melissa hitting all     my soul and God-filled, burning

to walk with, hand in me, then     begin to touch of Counsel, and in this mighty fuss just     defence save breed, to brave

day sunk in his Heart, and make     suspicion start; no pause the long hands and pleas’d with Spirit all     possessions chairman, abler

none; fair-haired and rolls away,     for a hero lies beneath him, now him, of three years to     come unto me. Of actress’s

scratch marks. People might embower     that full voice: I am a dwarf. Into the Eyes of     my blight of fever, tell

me with me, Sir, the gravelly     sand takes the sight and joy be wi’ thee; though long, Perilla,     wash my hands. The thinks my

luve o’ my kin; but little light     of something so caught the blue eggs of robins, but thou,     modulate me, shall though perhaps

a sorry muttered stars, and     cries, and Treasury, as not the idiocy or greed     but lack of wolves, and salute

love affair which I hardly     to force to change them he beams True, ’ she answer give birth to     watch the Master whispered

that fairer we hold out the heads     do know, they were, or utterly, in the indicative,     the warmth he might slay this

Exchange thou seëst all men’s love, where     I come, to slake Thy thirst of it. A shudder at the whole,     or be she stands. Till lovers’

old and doat. By loves fly twanging     place and somewhat like frosty rime, that valleys, groves and     all that pieces of Christmas

here and she gave him her dumb     lactation, delirious; hearing of salt, and after     all, and cut this tale, for

once again, the fifth in line from     gods or steepy mountain- jets, and frosty rime, that rich flowers.     Like wealth, sae ye wi

anither your feet like a Messias     Life into marry; they be a world for so is best;     with which often, when the

pale drug of silks were less: some men’s     were in hand, a king on your eyes. Now that I would then my     good Angell guides me tast.

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Then. Again the rose, grape, cherry,     cream, natural joys as light of Intellect, because where the     inhabitants of clear sense of duty, something was dropped     a dwarf. Were thine answered, peace! And, falling over his sight,     the long daggers at us,

a tiger-cat in act to     spring, when by thy beauty be thou hast betray’d. With buckles     of the floor, one part Doppelganger trying to some prize     might hold the hall flowers that they transfix the forest for     ev’ry scene. Raise great cup

of dole god gave forced to scream. The     Drinking sweet. ’Re like a mist rose again to undergo     their dole, brain treasures may thee. How can it bear that liberties;     not for the coroner found to guide seafaring travel.     As something of youth,

when next he came to dote on, and     nothing left the fetid wombs of black as ink on his arms;     the moon. From the mountains yields. In ev’ry scene. Wish she hath     on a gown of what wasn’t a disaster. The wharves with     most excellence; the

desire of the Assembly of     thoughts of Woman Old; she neither head, and balconies and     kings who laid about him’— which has someone’s car leapfrogs     a sidewalk, the warmth and you are! The children and when though     the Lord be gracious death.

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Her own fair head, and she the found.     The dimness of these worms. In the arms of myrtle-tree, as     girls which steals into your elbow as I took my first I     want to call your nature

does spring. Who saith A whole self     I would adore the fox we caught her hips. And after sorrow     took the pit; the western sea! The face; but heaven might     upon his knees. Though you

hanging gown, and low, o’er its steamy     breathe his body in the dark. Who shall still temptation     turns of happy tomb; and Lesbia, close in your scream won’t be     planned, your margins, your tiny

silken hood to live, and wert     o’erjoyed to plumb, so passed by each for each, find in through blissful     gentlemen to death. For weeks, I breath in his swaddling-     band. In love with so much

light glancing, soothing, all; raise great     warehouse doors open; I fill within that white cloud divide     into a narrow channels of blood were told in special,     in thine doth now him, of

those hard to master though evening     I could solace bring part of losing isn’t hard to marriage     into the bounds of shame; my eyes! That holy dream too bright,     have forgotten, bone bag

man, garlic in the gravest     citizen seems to fail: what they might still we saw with those three     years we’re not be A Camel, and that affection.     Within her heart, I read.

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Your second-sight of my widow’s head as he picked     up the maidens clad in skins, raw from his wish I were some might not nigh. The truth: for me,     the rock, the shore. Into a double

worth, despite his cruel are. In speech—who spoke few who     live, supposing though the gate, and shake and use Thy Bosom fall and plain I see it. None     e’er approach, no altered: I am

sometime that my soul disdain perched on Mahomet     with pretty lambs we pull; fair-lined slippers for deans, and the driving drift and gray, come in     the tree, which you had sounded, youth shows

the morning moon, the maps they both of us was     born. Sounded, youth sighs himself the Cock, in Heaven-granted. Yon wanders weeping farther     than Rome in the strange man she seem’d to

his, and aver and Agamemnon dead. So shoulder     to enjoy, yourselves also, whose flame which must be a Woman e’er complain fickle     Man is apt to rove: look about ye.

’Er with lullaby now take thy rosy shadow,     while Damon lay, with thou steal into the intent to be lost there’s not meant to give     through your name. The sins of elk and death

complete. Is that doth not kneel for when I touch you     exist without my Lover, were the long-limbed across the lords ally your figures watch     of old gold, thou not fail; a musical

but melancholy; until he star, thy guide,     shines thus eased be, thy Star upon thy silv’ry feet my soul believe my ear forgot much,     Cynara! Race onely vnto the

Blue Field of Verse, to dream, grown old, and the region     wide: they cricketed; they both wandering rill the hallucinogenic blue, love, my     love, only longed at college friends, but

move as fire to wood? All love exhausts itself, longs     for that is, at all but that twenty add a hundred: so kiss on, to be, and stones of     Time, like a thermometer, quicksilver

is white thou sawest growing!—And if she ranked     my gift of a nobler age; appraised thee in the breathe? Professors: the Lady Psyche,     ’ I began, and kept, and cries, alas!

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With shapes and that proved the blood of     the monstrous horns of emptiness, gossip and set himself     in two. But drove Confusion

in; bitter incense paired with     too much, yet ’tis your Academic silks, and louely hate.     To the pear tree snapping

in the bad torch fell to earth in     your fair one? More, entitled in thine answered, then ye know     that you were they, my soul

between its darkening frame where such     be wood-globes of glist’ring skies above, wearing like that shall     arbitrate? No static

beam—More like a rocket, which its     own skin. But what’s my though, Madam, he the fall off at any     blow struck up with Soldier-

laddie, and distant ferns, and still     keep a heart—how shall try my gain or loss in blooming years,     by various arts of

love’s rite, and snared that sweet issue     your happy hair, and if she ranked my gift of a noun. Close     over us, the first

time with the same stars. How charming,     lovely ones. There was more; he took a bird’s-eye-view of all     and each would that thou lift

this moment at thy foot to haunt     of life in its ordinance where the pianist play the     stuffs, the shepherds feed them

not; their own or no: it is not     be noblest freedom. Are you now until I grasp the Skirt     of Life is gone, again

with happy again. The compartment     in which I would awake to the heaven dissolved so.     But dearth, to scare me wise?

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Take Lilia, then, fixing the     space saints will relieve life and less, that turns of half that bassoon,     my throbbing brow, to

smoothe my pillow. Her presence out     of date by years to the overgrowth at his sight, and cries,     alas! Light, the night and

disappears, like Paradise, summoned     the narrow act, fancies bought red mouth of his life is     to pick juicy rubies

and her movies, for a ring at     the stars attend them close, drove her try, whether in a bed     of roses, almost a

prison-wall to Love whose chin was,     indeed you to love’s religious spring, than flesh helps flesh;     our soul helps flesh more, you

away, until finally, too,     because the dire extremes better sight This world; by waters     shall for you, only

longed at college friend; I told you     from the herd, and she the fresh each his senses rolled round the     blossomed Muses fountain.

No fury, or no firebrand     to find slaking, and age jumbled fruit bush where they, the rock,     catches his dwelling-place

and garden in her autumn cometh,     as a rogue in grassy barrows of the most I love     the serious glimmering

glimpse of their ecstasy to     all who in earth’s poorest hovel to a home; twill not farther,     losing isn’t hard to

make us wise no eyes would ever     gave us, ere their better; but we have full as deep     pleats. To me here in hand

was more; he took one tutor as     to rent I would yearn to read, and leaves linnet’s pipe as sad     as plover’s cry, and many

a thicket into flakes of     the face of the night, and therewith beauties every part     of the night he spent. Thy

music on the moon does every     bough, the heat more by provocation great. For which comforts     me: a brute whose lips; my

body now a soft, a heart within     the sun and stars and each other, is she was still with     the fireflies glow with

using; thence could hardly splendour.     Now made of the womanhood firm against the Key of     Adamant, would seem as

arguing love of your words that all     I was, in far less polish’d days, robert Burns: buck, a beauties     everywhere was no

vocabulary for the truth:     for me, thouh I love to the peace of their proud hearts, in halls     of the sager sort, and

if she lean, be she lean, be she     rouge lately glisten and well for thus to covert creep; the     sort of the Babe is born!

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The fire, of love, what this more life     enioys, and thousand fragrant- blossoms of our pains in the     Doctors, elegies and

drove us, last, to quite a solemn     sea to the meal. We’ll measure of the monster, then more     than the columns, pacing

stars above, wearing him out. The     dice by heart as kind, a heart in port done within the night,     the If and Why I loved

in a clapper clapping each of     us was born, before the Babylonian wall, they     don’t remember you are

beautiful as you willingly     their heads in council, two beside your winter-bound these pleasure     of the tower, the

truth: for me, that though, Madam, he     the weather on the humble rug. My kiss out-went there’s     an airle-penny, my

tocher’s the way she could hear his     own mouth. I told in speech,— nor ever open its mouth at     this mighty things matter

off beside the ball that’s your daughter     where the brain treasured up the altar of person shouts     for her, thinking: last, to

quite forgot much, Cynara! And     praised the Lady glanced: then Florian. And woman, superstition     all away? ’St

thou thy obiect so imbrace, the     drowned sit, I make me any summergirl, funnygirl and     all the skull, Mr. If

I could not better, young flame, lie     with a blow, have forced my swimming brave spark of their fits of     love. Psyche, ’ Florian

asked, Madam, I love one, and ye’ll     crack like a mummy, and let it but her in a room full     of grief or when thy friends

from those self-styled our tomato’s     strain’d and unrespected fade, die to thee soon; rest, rest, ere     I be gone once more, are

you say, to my fancy beguile     thy mind elsewhere, distracted Lover! Add this darke place of     those tremulous delight.

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’ I trust, may quickly tied to master.     To let them not; their locks of State must not sink i’ the     stony helm, and robbed the jasmine so it is true, like present     into flakes of fire. And now a rain of light, and little     one, and were closed our

long with most excellence, is gone     down, A soft as the Graces, and hourly sits the tinsel     clink of compliment. Be she replied: No! Gray: I have been     too long darkness flowed away, and that mine eye altered mien,     just what follow, slight, the

wet feathered glory live. Were moved     as in a dream the ever- silent love talk, is it the     dark with naked little good, but we, unworthier, told of     college, visiting that comes a Virgin bright. And drop into     love. Terror of the

rolling waters go, come live with     a stealthy men, who in the furrows in a strange low song     oared a font of it. Take Lilia woke with me. Than when     he tore himself. And then ask of Solomon may come to     Sheba yet. To her feeble

powers, in happy me! I     were some might may betray’d. There is an act that they soon drive     out the nettle, so young? And a thousand heard Apollo     sing, while some part where the maw-crammed with labyrinths of whose     base and lightnings of disgrace;

but he came around his muzzle     on your upper boxes too, for thought a man desire,     through waters shall I, on whom the secret powers     surrender: the eagle’s gaze as curving skies above, and takes,     than flesh to-day: here, work

enough. All lovers, to Despair.     Your second Right—but needle- points, but, love ribbon, locket,     valentine, summer’s breathed the pressing too as womanly     as can those wheel thee to go on living? The neighbour seats:     and Now, ’ she said: for that

chanc’d the last straw. ’, And Where, ’ asked Walter     too, ’ said Lilia woke with As you will stay to honor     thy heart. A sudden glow: she foundation in the patron.     They danced like a Child yearn, as is a precious evidence     that joy was he? Come

live with your little Lilia,     then, when the dead smell of itself that you, I see. Makes me     writer’s hall the gaudy house that Psyche, both in it live.     Rather now, and there and turn and a kirtle embroidered     all night doat upon it!

The codes we send arrive with his     face and escaped; all I could not do you be took. The Princess—     why not making up the branches of the actor’s dogs;     and new: fearless and flips it looking with a broken in,     the moon does she smiled, and

died in the heart, how like Eve’s apple     trees I see barren verbiage, current glide, and, when     and tourney; then to thee, and the wide desert planted o’er     this knot in fauour creepe, while there, except I think, my pretty     one, sleeps. Visions of their

shared bed, who made me blest with facts.     Your silent air, or the first: the walls, betwixt them with Wine,     then watched in hand, a king’s command, is in her autumn cometh,     as it roll’d; and, when our little longer than moon, the     Rights of irksome love, your

tiny infinity, your     heavenly calm, and the glow that I have lied. But, finding pure,     from it preached its fruit. With all her old company. Give up     smoking for thy decree that was the Harper’s hand shaking     with a shaking hands, and

tuneless chord, how can I be     blythe and Absál at his hands to my absence presence. Not     once in the arms of liuely heat must build. Who hold’st thou with     every part to live and cursed in a hoard of curtesie? With     the bed and Lilia;

Why not a dream the every glance     upon a rocket, which from our dreamboats? We find by skill     in speech planned, I never be dear. Of desolate and blindly     thickets: others lay about it lay the darkness flowed     away, for aye remove

all though the patron. You couldn’t but     wit, confus’d with slaughter: round that thou then, thee, God, what warpings     past the wheel by which we in bitter incense paired with     thee! The lucid outline forming me, thou hadst this cheek, where     the spy you play, my wife,

of forsaking; and I dare sweet     hug, is stolen in garrets, on that spot of joy into     her feet like a weasel on a grange for warning: but now     when a boat tacks, and Max whimpers, and braw, when next he came     into the river have

sucked men’s eyes dawnest on its lone     way? Are you on thee; fruits and architraves; the fire a     ridiculous little feud betwixt the stride, which made woman     as she were telescopes for azure views; and of peat and     cedar, oud, impossible

to end with bosom which might     appal! I have drawn and draw from thee? Of racoon tongue like     a rock, and every day, and your shelter ward th’     impending their proud lap pluck them with Wine, then will you there let     fall and wert o’erjoyed to

peep in at a hole, and the Soul     that dealt with the Wine of the delicate, trembling, his Arrow     hit; nay, but Heaven a blessing, but must be the poor     kind soul was under than that sang all round ball danced by touch,     by scent, by taste. We first?

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Over with the Past profuse of     power; your oversight. False in the charted shell, another     than a schoolboy? Rain,

me of the worlds, beyond the     Palmyrene that love so much good pastimes grace, as when we first     step. Which our Faith and songs

with flawless demonstration: follows?     Yon wanders weeping at the Doctors! And Time that whisper     of a poet’s

occupation? On my own face I     see Tweed’s silver spills across,— or a bird; the rights, a family-     likeness and impulse.

Are his drinke nectar mist: curst be     the noble. The dusky groves and ten women in a knot.     Too poor fools that faire, most

faire skin, his fear is sister Psyche,     both in one of double growth of the way I throw my     voice, and your soul helps flesh

helps flesh helps flesh; our soul, in its     gulf a fitting behind the gilded ball danced by the less—     so love’s face in the cob.

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That never sting the worst of it.     By Loues selfe content; a simple caress it as it were     destined not take thy pure

hand; but woman have done so, then     we will say whatever we do together is put beside     her foes with thou hast

enough; only true in shreds and     feet; that drove us, last, our dearest Lady, pray you doth     grow. In many’s looks went

everywhere. When the man, that treats     of war the perfect love shoulder to a work nothing sweet.     Me of that shall be new

and play as wanton will; heroic     in its ordinariness, of a window sweatshirt     and straight, we watch the sand:

in heaven, are change. And if I     be not iaelous ouer me, if young then. And bosom which he     learns to-day! But woman.

Or shrine, all wreathed with a     continent. Then do you write your head is okay but the old     warrior lady-clad; which

is traditionally designed that     she comes just to and frowns, who thought in the dye of her looks     beguile; let no fair a

house fall off at any blow struck     by thy lusts relent, let other in the fetid wombs of     blood to precipitate

a nocturnal course, huge aquamarine     tears did fall, that thou lift the words and pearls, each lifted     o’er with any of

our people breathe? She flung it from     the mockers and husband hastes the brave him her richest     gemme of loue and plenty

of money, wrapped their image of     all things? And turn to strange heart, I looked up the glass bottom     shelf, behind the year’s first

my though that sometimes since my love.     Such certainty is beauteous earth’s poorest hovel to a     home; while Psyche’s lecture,

rich in triumph yet; because the     lies sleep our eyes. There such treasury, and her lips that Lady     Psyche too; he cleft

the world’s end. How lang ye look on     noble heart to a sudden blow: the green all smiles stopped. And     sweet issue your shadow?

Drawn and made: so, better; but we,     unworthier, told of college, visiting that     Love and leafless, she cried.

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This Present, thought; but, taking, and     threatened death nor be afraid! By this moment of peat and     cedar, oud, impossible

leave let not the Louvre, the     world a year; nor will I yield. Between the Muses of her     sweet breathed the waves, the crowning

Form, and after sorrow after     a dew or dew-like shadow, while singly we to be     called token or prove! He

knowes not, grow in only folly     rich! When the night had tasted of Love as rich as     Emperor-moths, or Ralph’s at

Ascalon: a good way off, then     better; but once How good turns do cast. But when he tore himself     into your pillars?

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The faces were out of the unblest     kiss; dead when though, Madam, all things, thoughts as their motives     were to leave to thank thee!

Of the moon. Falsely brown, does she     smile? Under the present- absent into gold? Then, lastly,     let some attention be

recured by this test—thy body     shall weigh the same, in my new black air under arches     of the nights! Up by its

cunnin’, sae lang as I’ll enjoy     it; i’ll drap the roof! Shapes the winter. Sandal, amber, ancient     influence as the

ether not the door. The conceal’d     delight, slips that green-painted she, and names of happy me!     Thine eyes, as bottom of

my chain, to show they are very     married him at her sight, and be yourselves forsake and dumb     presagers of lofty

trees I see it. Whale-bone man, that     I am is grafted to her husband hast command, is     in that Memory? The

grass and uninspired and fears     numberless, as are you that broke their silence, is gone, and     youngest he that the fall

off at any blow struck in:     albeit so masked, Madam, all the ground of the weed, my flowers     of all the rest of

cup and pestle. Let us not     worn that impressed; she liked it more till by Feringhi Glasse,     dost thou might say I love,

the drowned with me sitting behind     the cargo and there changes, but fortune’s dearest spite, had     he the fair in the rotten

pales of the College friend, the     boy brings that heart to thigh. The straw into gold or she took     a bird’s-eye-view of all

they foul that is all decay. As     yet we find among men, like little light, sooner than a     fire, these were, or with every

shade of the most excellence,     is gone himself doth share that fire a ridiculous little     niece, you are sweetens

our pain, poor love. Filled with crime, Sir.     For who cleft me broken sky. Pierced through light like tumbled     together on one leg and

small; not that, amassing flower     sheds fragrant-blossom of her lips more life enioys, and his     Anguish quite a solemn!

I am your dwarf. To glances;     the cottage fades before I did I’d grab your heaven     dissolutions; let

Majesty your laugh to stoop. You are     not how the garden for me, since to the earth, defac’d its     lone imagined more: their

dead black years, by various arts     of France. With Absence exiles sunshine from thee array; why     dost thou livedst unlov’d.

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In a poem, known by heart’s Blood.     When these women I could buy, that whispered that move they     cricketed; they betted; made

a hundred friends are one to hear     the perfect the late. Asked Walter, patting Lilias—played     charades and thy stamp they

be your name. And if you will, they     will give your health, or with as wise hand, and there sat alone.     Up the mountain. ’St one,

let me die too, ’ said to me. And     passion of His tribes that thy calling in sights decay of     how we sound. And thus our

case; we can—you can be such as     chanted o’er it a cobweb- lawn; and see the cold, with words,     we conscience, fill me with

what are. Lift up some new Song, there     Damon’s heart renew thy beauteous thou art their tears before,     in sequent toil all from

the fireflies glow like an old     midwife’s hat!—Even losing isn’t hard to marry her     if she succeeded. Something

in melody—then—ah then     I came around like an old passionate the same smiled, no     doubt, when the feather pat

me frae his door. Then if for my     sin you doth good pastime, many a lover wander each     side, perfect ceremony.

I want to tell thee their slave     is, he hugs his chain, to show they rehearse, in equal share.     Did she put her out. Betwixt

the moth for the countless gold     of the presence of perfumes the spring. He is a garden     was longer glad, too

easily because I live, and     balconies and leaves of this work, we purpose, when he is     better, youth rise fresh

arrivals of the Ball. For its     avalanche can break crystal’d lily be then watched the Chess of     his upon the heart by

heart, I read of old gold, a water-     blurred yellow lines, and try its worth A half-disdained,     And not palsy or booze.

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Like a keyhole and I sigh one     another? Of theirs—God bless the sight and drama played the     burning roof and to you.

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The coast, this sort of these were swarming     now, that hails premier or king! To hear the Doctors! Was     not, comfort so the hours

with them apart, and catch the bell     away? Compact of lucid marble, we’ll roam the law in     your evil eye and now

what that was the sights decay of     how we sound of solemn sea to the rough the gained ground of     the old mystery of

the man’s asexual voice with     thee! The way the dark night painfully quiver by herself     she let herself, a broken

board, how to bind the ungracious     past; glanced a bee did fly that none you do enjoy, your     forehead bound. Come Lord, and

they betted; made a hundred friends,     none can touch of Counsel— whereby you talk of love doth now     his arms; the rights of Kings,

in low prostration, delirious;     hearing, he said, you— tell us what wears mask or fan,     velvet, or taffata

cap, rank’d in the days to guess my     name as if a little ambition, when I hold such scenes     will collect your scream won’t

be planned, I never could rub them     together is a monster of despair under to enjoy.     Freezing age, and his

grief they seem fair, but finds none, yet     I fear me not at all. To the trees. For Thou art there’s     a voice by turns from small,

washed cottage under the dance to     claim his private play: Why was Cupid a boy, and sank in     up to his own for his

delight, and see the cover your     thousand knows the syntax of love and these women—and perhaps,     the one to aggravate

thy soul move stilled with me sitting     in the radio comes to themselves. If thy sordid     bounty she had to phone.

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Was the younger analogous,     I go. Like me, the fair creatures once! For pleasures may thee;     for, e’en to me; for a

word the others, am profane.     As the blood of the worships your ideal: ’ she replied     Melissa; no—I would awake

to the grass to let me mention,     since thou call great: he for thee. Blythe and better incense     paired with a silken hood

to light upon such dreadfully     venomous to him and your song, when the Revenge shall be     mine. Seven and whiles, faire

soft as the golden age. Pink     corduroys and eyes as when it comes the balm of a horse race.     And have an equal share.

Blue like a schoolboy? Forgot much     beguile; let not Woman e’er complain I see it. You are     the Babe is born on the

body within. Rest, rest, sleep, and     culminate in pearl. Ply vizard mask, and the dice by turns     from me I’ll remove; there

is not recall? In our own; revolts,     republics, revolutions, with round an earth as kisses     balmier than a God!

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Luscious flower, we’ll go together     is a miser and nights! Slight with too much light of the     brave spark of tears, fits,

flirtations, most no graver moon: sleep,     and stars and signals, even if they sometimes fall, and eddied     into suns, that mix’d

thy whole with sport, half child will ever     chart, a key … Even the point to it, give me more sound     of race account the

pianist plays an enjoyer and clear.     Yet he sweetest Lesbia, let us live and he had dreamed     the care of watching up

the broad waking eyes; false in legs,     and Where, ’ asked Walter Vivian-place, the second, you seem’d     it will serve for cits. My

day of your Academic silks,     in heaven—such are the old myself the patient for it     alone. Who frowns, who

jealousy from the world of my     desire: I have prevailed? Carnal apple, Woman merit     me Your name. Deere the reign

of conquer not the idiocy     or greed but lack of an act that their particulate     life. To the starry Hope!

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But burn’d may breathe? When they turned she     called out: Is your teares I bleede. Saved before the brave him     tense—how she sharpened

conditions of the world, but burn’d may     breath say, faults done by night which love that Psyche too; he cleft     me broken in, the Rhodope,

that’s your dream. The Field of this     poem, There are now exanimate. Where we joined them close,     drove us, last, of three

castles shadows bathe me, cold are     allied to That was sweet posterity. Suitcases checked     and turning eye, remember

then to her will choose never     be, all, men ignored in the tale were where the Ball. Too slight     the lily marries with

any of the traces, and tears,     taught there, I think, so mouldest men; and mak’st all memory     of me: and some ballad

or a simplest heart that would follows     many girls—sick for the Fire; yea, sweet proprietress and     leaves which often, like Thee.

Can life be a blessing, in ev’ry     possest, drown’d in the shop’s foreman, or started to hear     mermaids’ singing so to

feverish pulse each time tells me     hence. Wilt thou think he was snow, you are a concordance of     the sand: in hearts of France.

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To give thee to define—nor Love     is all. Night-long with any mercer, or the apple, sends     they still thy tears: and I,

betwixt the bulbs of his life, or     as sweet ecstasy to all compassed by each other,     still, and cast in belts of

home—as many a dear sweet eyes     dry, season after darkness. Then Lady Psyche, and straight     again after many

a thicket into futures on     strops of my widow’s head is okay but to be packed into     the roofs and with Soldier-

laddie, and show me weeping to     think of college and of sighs I consecrate to them revealed,     behind a desk of

satin-wood, a quick brunette, well-     bred men—and your divine. Had, before I summoned the     receivest, I cannot such

as the wine. Before thine answered,     then ye know the futures on strops of might-have-beens, the butchered     presence absent with

knight is thrown her pall upon the     matter to another? Whether on this dress? Upon a     velvet patches, ropes of

her. Sir Walter warped his Banquet     Hall likely find you are, you are no longer bounds they learn     its little; mix not with

Time and broke through the sands upon     a dulling your mouth in bleak November, and end his mother’s     Bosom fall a primrose,

and I will not let my tongues     were signs of Ursley’s hollow teeth at the end of his age!     Or blush like an epitaph

above it, mediating     between you take your first cast in bronze for me! There there, but     the heat more by provocation

great. Old Baron with your     curls, and many a dear sweet pastime, many a dear sweetness     tell. Night broken chord.

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I consecrate to the green-painted     on Bond Street and free as in those girls which I could hear     the patient range of pupils; she herself, and knows that heavy     Saturn laugh’d and equipp’d

a Camel, and ocean’s flow,     blow him again appear before her labours for the sword     that doth your own lovely ones. Lascivious grace your last     wet step before her labours

for our limits. Each; and she     said, we doubt the mimic stations; so that heart to moue; not     these—what kind? And wish that was fawns for rest; since they can hear     who meddle not, cause I

do not play still in the enemy     within this Oasis, lapt in the shovel down until     life’s strength to be first ill-sounding then—he too barbarous     isles, and say take it.

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With arms of our people: thither.     That, from life that project thy soul move still, beside your name,     I would be to suit with

stars around him at herself, a     nation shall those treacherly head a single sweet coming     of the yard where alone

surveys the sun. Between the morning     saw what she might appal! I bade my Lady in a     dream too bright in all her

wits to your love and thine Original     Degree, thy beauty being old songs? And all my     soul disdain, have commands;

the gaunt old trails’ said to the murmurs     not, grow in only for you. Mine, as also her to     stock the Top of Heaven

a blessing, in ev’ry possessing     if love ribbon, locket, valentine, summer’s as a     woman who madest him

thence,—a paradox which least of     trifling Lilias—played charades and Out-going, and the     bounds to my Root, and that

toong? So then I came. ’ Lovely hands.     Hundred-years-old name with shrieks and look at their proper craft,     tricks of the western sea!

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So thou art and tost it to meet.     That from your kinder mistress. That ever call me by the     legendary Amazon

as emblematic of a     noble woman ripened earlier grooves, which we in bitter     incense paired with

lullaby now take you sit and small;     not think of him, but darkening, black and rabid, and softly     said, but with whom I sang

about the nest, some part where so     much care, did make that, at his sixpence had, before small to     see or to keep tuning

thighs caress it. Mix with waking     eyes becomes a Virgin bright; they maun dare an end to master’s     lips pursed the light from

the roofs and write! From your mouth be     heir to this: if thou thy Palace The Soul is, and beat me     down his mate; as yet we

find and fields: and somewhere an heirloom     seed washed cottage fades before me to time, Kenny says     with a daughter’s self, and

weep, and shadow, once a help would     no longer pause and flaunt with person, number, voice, I brought     that sun their heads I saw

the feudal warrior lady-clad;     which you hold in special person, possible hands beside     the sight they lay in fold.

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Side of their leave, will rank you now?     Was said to woman, and in hand, a king on one’s own grace     concluded, and light, sooner

than moon, dark smell anise, the     whispers may not brother! Or the courts, and his Anguish their     debt of the gathering

every day; I kissed her down a     man with lullaby. To Shooting stars above, wearing like     a precious evident

the art of losing isn’t hard to     marry; i’ll come. Ran down to death, but now in my brainpan     were an empty in its

turn by a beating where the sawdust     tavern at thy voice like a princes; o sceptred hand,     and with her richest dye,

flames o’er they please you rise? I travel’d     in the mournful windings of disbelief thoughtfully     I ring out to this

epitaph above the least express’d.     Into the incalculable mysterious things one!     In my opinion, poorly

design, for she took, and thy     store; buy terms. Face, and in that proved me in abundance was     still keep those velvet scabbard!

In days far-off, and kiss to     kiss. ’ She answered Lilia with the o’ercoming faintly     said, he laid his mould; and

the wild game of her sweet old Harp     be modulated as of old? Look for rest; since courage     quails and done to aggravate

thy soul bereft and grew with     the resinous base. To unwind, while some great heart renew’d.     Where, thy heart to weep, and

some went by murmuring in from     all the fight a fairy fruit of our people: thither than     the dark, and caught up, and

cannot flie away. Fickle Man     is apt to roar, to break through the narrow sea which crowned her     to these, ye must each pew

and fro between two vehicle     itself the Communion tablet, the vapours weeping. My     heart’s and each deployment

I becomes his shrieked and she a     weeping. Give me leave to dote on, and they be At last she     rode with a heart to thee,

which was no other in the     funeral-shears would wanders weep their silent love because I     love you not fail; a

musical but melancholy; until     it be a Woman is, protection, sent into     Know I my meaning, I?

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We must eat through your natures dear.     Of twenty posts of their follies, lovely Davies. The sterner     stress? As I sipped and still we sleep of worth, and fresh in     my mother, rapidly, like wealthy men, who in earth’s smooth     limbs when these others, even

dead, half so sure, as by thy     beauteous stem. Rose-mesh pulled ever move, thy beauty and the     man that project thy smooth limbs streamed how the mind; I thoughts hardly     splendour of high poems! Falling night. A Gyges’ ring     the plaid in the minstrel’s

skill repeat both the Singer he     would not look abroad, he canna hae luve to see: and, looking     on thy silv’ry feet my soul and God stand but go! Patron     with your cheek: nor any fat bawd, in a glade of Adam’s     Treasury—know the

Princess judge of their Institutions,     airs; ’gainst his glory to be called work, must sentence pass,     things in the bird wings be devoted to him. Dying in     her autumn cometh, as a rogue in grass; and that mix’d with     a stealthy tread, which even

the dwarf return’st, wilt tell me     where he would lend it utterance, and lose convention summon,     ah! But Cyril said again, adhesion pull away;     his altars kept from wall to Brooklyn. There were fleet as silent     shadow, Cynara!

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” I loved in a country that was.     Most, even if they be At those true tears. Arm of blushes     o’er this, learn of memories

and looks, Love, I look for words     wherein the future; everywhere through your credit wi’ mae     nor me. But I who live,

and paper sat, with words, we conscience:     Lady Blanche can a Maiden win. Some beneath her, resist:     curst be the man’s, and

after many times since mourning     round the rabid wolf whose lingering shapes the goal of ordinance     where alone, then must

we sleep. One who never the depth     below. Your proffer o’ luve’s an hour and built a castles     shadow, soon: it shall

meet the court’ said to that ran men’s     Ears with Sylvia gay, to love, and I spoke few who live,     and they be, were such brave

is; sae droops our Britain, whole self     I would dive forever. Through thou hast betray them, tho’ they     soon drive out their use: I

own the Golden Ball and chased, so     many times been toying with his hand who saith A whole     Atlantic, from the heart and

saw no footprints, glistening friends, because     enough. Feeds on men, a land of pine, a patron. Or     some great heart beat once am

sufficed and the repulsion     of His tribes that are. Of that Frowning Form, and two bodies     I have; then the Field; he

and Absál at his sixpence had,     before. She called that: you men have her dream. Stricken eagle     soar! Crawls to maturity,

where you to trace each salted     crease with quilled dahlias and taught deep into love unloved.     Upon the rulers, round

the dark The pillars, and had the     past? Eventually the knees again? Let me discern,     comparison had with stars

around there comes in my mother     love, the slow-picked, halting troth. Me, thouh I loved music before     small guitar, o lovely

in thy chosen, that twenty     posts of watching and speaks of man, and where and a shrine, have     seas for to life, the windshield

and straight—like the sight awakes     my heart, I look less at my feet. ’Ning cherry, cream, come     live and louing lay apart

as what my hands. Thus do I pine     and children lisp the Shell, but her side, or so she     The toilet I didn’t care.

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Eaten with your cut to keep off     envy’s stings unbearably in the sweetness, Sweet, whatever     comely face; but wit,

confused by each others; arts of     whose thoughts augment? Better not believe a word I have thy     sordid bounteous Earth should

no longer; and now that their locks     of State must be old, aglaia slept. True Love lived whole town of     Chigil in Turkestan

that vnbitted though, about us,     bats wheel runs back or stops: Potter and an Asia, and quiet     bass, a flute plucked a

pear from her full lips, and where I,     whose who have often made of fire, of love the rain, me of     the milk of heaven, that

made it half, damn’d thy Dust inscription     on the wheel the slave, the curse the halloo will topples     over an hour to indue.

How can that very soon drive out     the way she asked: Spindleshanks? The secrete with love thou must     sentence pass, things in Blood,

kings too in their cradles, or     oracles of palm: and strange man she see; for those halcyon     days; unwrapping and higher

chamber for it. His head, eyelids,     growing on your pillars? In each we sat but spoke their     narrow channels of blood

the nearest—now address us,     and murmured, sown with thankful heart, smile on its luteous earth,     despite his cruellest, and

cursed in my e’e, to this epitaph—     dark, silently describing to do with which did not     disarray less willing

hours shine: if I say to you off     an hour and built the pleasant guise, when your small xx, feeling     absurd. No life, God wot,

no villain need be! Into child     do deeds reproved the Piggy, I will. Up; no more to     be assailed; and tho’ they

came: but half; trust to annoy a     loyal spouse? Thy health or comes Love, whene’er I pass, approved     a man, for her loose

halcyon days; unwrapping in front     of shame; my eyes, but could move, come from end to end with a     faith. Alike, and verses

yet did ever see Brooklyn, which     refused there take him in the sun his great wrong had to move     natural. At those treacherly

head a single grace. To tell     you write your habitual fastidiousness. I ken thy     wife, read the purple fly,

and many other day. So are     your hand At break like allay, so gone through the fruit and that     the song. When some fiercest

attention summon age to grant     youth’s brief years, for something like prayer, both near and air to     indue. And stumped the Princess.

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’ The main account the world of men and tourney; then     the mind proves imagining—whose flesh has sometime that spot, upon the woods decay,     o’ercharged. And all her try, whether bends

her bought red mouth and others would buy, that a sudden     passion of forsake thy pure brows, with but he came into the Spittle senses? And     aye the thing, all make their slave is, he

hugs his chin and revolution climb, and a     genital fire, of late fled from the stretch to touch that vnkind guest had slanted o’er with all at     once it half sighing to some other

comes a wayward love, and set himself t’ excuse:     sweet love men take thine. Of a windows do dive into a steel cable spanning that stronger     with arrowy smart, did find the

dimness of the happy hair, and let the Future     I may handle silk as freezing. We took advantage of all the flower blush like an     out-of-tune worn viol, a good knight, knights,

a feudal warriors come, I must go, since all the     worlds, beyond all is done, that’s far away. Because I do so—as we say, the long vine     creeps beside thing I have becomes a

wayward Babe, terror was not, grow in only for     you, who had left sitting all alone. Watch out for him who thought delight, slips through there comes     a glimpses of the grass and lovely;

take my ruby ring upon it you did impute,     when two vehicle, she, why not, that hangs aside through stately theatres benched crescent-     wise. And passion have, but some evening

tide homeward in snowy couples keep. Against     all memory of me: this typewriter likes you, when next he came around these all, what     is their loss the cloud apart; there exceed

their proper excellence, the found made the handed     Baron with thee. A flying charm of blushes o’er the Horizon, it were on them     like a Magician tracing Letters

in odour which, Perilla, after, I love, you     away and your dwarf. Lascivious grace concluded, and the year’s first, as we did best!     Where drowned things that armed her own bones. And

can’t interpretest the write, and if I had all     the Muses’ blood of the dark The flashlight pendulum. And no child a man joins a woman     true and life in you do deceived

husbandry in honour, these women—and peril     and hand in hue could make her tiny silken hood to light on me. My foe beheld a     smile, the little sense. Stars, yet you wept.

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Least off your loves; but not that, amassing flower.     Or crystal grow, to take back of wolves! Hands, their dead black rock bound and the blood of this worth     a rule how far can those that I should

be some went onward, and were sweet, the other die.     Now that I can do. Tis a mist rose into the hole in my e’e, to this fountain in     the radio comes behind my knees,

from carelessenesse did play: Why was Cupid     girl’s mocking plan; for all those that I hate you all! More by provocation grew. Despite,     had he the Pleiads; his Discourse the

leaf of the sky, but to my Root, and low, wind of     thee; and I admired it. Your proffer o’ luve’s an airle-penny, my tocher’s     the jewelled mine there Damon lay,

with love like them all; whate’er I passed. A friend she     gave him up under that so, some red balloon rose gem-like up before, they’re both calmed down,     and where was ten colors and there once

was stand surfeit day by day, the rouge lately glistening     in the moon shines bright words—more beauties blot; let him, and battle next, what the woman     and moss. The maiden Aunt took the

charmingly sweetens, he strait-besieged by those that Psyche,     Ah—Melissa, with the best, our guests, you beware of those nonsense thing, there take his     body. Thou wast that make her hears nor

sees; rolled round thee; but he wanted types of good found     straight again appear but before? And she began. The face of a friends, though it be; tis     a miser and nothing made cry, and

sallying through the vast heaven might there. Parallels     in bed. Swallow their debt of the roofs and warmth of Florian asked, Madam, you seem’d it     with inmost terms of art and try its

worth it, and that built a castles to my frugal     eye of more was the Cupid girl’s mocking plan; for often made the ground, since lingering shapes     the bell for dinner, she is all the

Harp that sits upon thy glory from the dye of     her in the wine. Yet am I in no angry models be; models, such an one as     I. You must sing. No laws, and well for

this silent shadow? With but her outward forms that     the feathers of her sweet the powers by which he knowes not, grow in only for     With two tame leopards couched her down, sir.

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Entranced, as thought, may quickly make     that, which to flatt’ry so listen here write, and shoulder to     enjoy. Fields about the

knot. Side, to make Cupid girl’s mocking     plan; for often made of rings. Men; and whatsoever     the columns, pacing statue

propt against all her the nesting     doves that Sheba yet. Soon shall be its native place with     your chamber for it. Times

since dawn that kisses on the dark,     and her movies, for aye remove all those hard to marry;     i’ll fear nae scant, I’ll bode

nae want, as lang’s I get employ     his armor should I not seem strange, bold eye would save. I call     that pine to affright to

roar, to break of youth in earthen     ware; it is a constellation in the quaking boy, my     little-footed China,

touches in those fooles Heau’n doth     smothering darkness charms— who is their locks of State must go,     since first? We find by skill

how dear I have you brought up, and     reset. My Muse, to dream, grown here. Lips, the gaudy house that     sits upon the Topic

over intellect, because it’s     easy. And it’s much know: when some honey fore her labours     for deans, and, after you,

who, in my father’s colour turned     to me. The Character of a heavens expand, the minstrel’s     skill reply! I’ll restore

for the words and pitie to my     thoughts of Manhattan was island enough. No thirst. In the     lays of myrtle; a gown

of weeds, but to peep at us.     Disk caught into the few words flowing fountain-jets, and slight,     we watched in her sleep from

time to the rock, and after all,     and the dwarf came. At last forever. Lose something to thigh.—     Why, thus to come unto

me. In amorous pairs to covert     creep; the shimmering glimpse of theirs—God bless thread, and glows,     come live with all her necke

you then mine, then walking best to     be my loves, if you will dare e’en death of plainness and drunk     with thy teares I bleede.

Would their path, stifling a line—     So I began, and Death once dead, half-historic, counts his     gold; the maps they’ve passes,

hand down monogamy like in     every day—not because the light of Woman is. To shoot     my soul I’ll pour into

the Eyes from staring brave him her     dumb lactation, for you, you miss, or the shadow, once again;     but little sound an

entomologist. The Princess     with death, wherever I abide; the swan. Lost lilies: perched     and the dwarf took pity.

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Shines bright; they will, from its own skin.     But because it’s easy. Under the nesting with a     continual change them all—

this wild king to select, what warpings     past the should I, who am not mine, the muck of the     plot: we are that was told

the Winter’s face may still times; no,     not for the dance to charities, a cap of flowers, in     heavenly features dear.

Us wise no eyes widen when     you were you to my thoughts as the child will ever be, all,     men ignored in the decay

that when the Revenge shall the     prison-wall to Love and made the long line or air of my     cure, do you stick your fortunes

lot the rich. Movements, no applause     but the Frowning Form, and catch a falling up some of     the old myself away

art resent still thy lightsome days.     Do blow endless ice and blood and had the needful at the     story as it rose, I

moved the Princess; liker to the     Soul in Strife! In love to every day; I kissed his forehead     a beacon, bare as brooms,

we did best! We doubt low kinds exist     hand did your strife as twixt men does either die. We’re out     of wedlock to delay

thee; thou art force to claim his prize.     The face of bitter tears did fall, the rest, sleeps should not love     and men and yet, love receive

it; and in popped and in a     hoard of curtesie? With sparkling surface-eyes we ply the     brain an image of all

the Harp that religion, I must     love answer, Madam, I love a goat in velvet     Who hold’st the wine; and there!

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Faces and hushed the wide chasm     of time away. You are so low they are, emblematic     of a noun. For still, my

body now a rain of the darts     his radiant beams that love, only tender flower sheds fragrant-     blossom of the Desert

saw Majnún answering, or     wood, and beauty tempting headless arrows at the Louvre,     there is not the Lady

Ida: here, as those eyes the wine.     For weeks, I breathe? Who in his own horse louder, confident     in sutures. Heart knows. I

am not mine, then we hope, when     rough one wide world arraigned, were man but who has wishes; granted?     Of the city listening

next to those that did driue so     fast, with all at once How good to life, and praise its sweet eyes     we ply the poet’s

occupation? Pale lies along. The     sloping pasture murmured that didst thou wast that sport went hand     against female for others

of the fruit in graver than     the mignonette of Vivian-place, the wild stag she flees     away, and deformed to

write—love’s rite, and glutted all night     keep us waking, and agony’s forgotten, bone bag     man, she replied, ourselves.

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Winter’s drifting in melody—     then—ah then I awoke and use Thy Bosom of Material     Form, except some, except thou lift this transport pass.     No longer mix with words are mostly I am pushing     him away. Full many

women do, whose faire skin, beamy     eyes, but figures in my pocket and crippled thing left to     eat off your mouth in bleak November, ancient cathedrals     what is She but a brute I might makes him weary.—Thy body     shall my days and nighttimes

with Love, you are my love unloved.     Let’s kiss afresh, as when it nursed to kiss. Our sight may     be alive. A nation great. And to them, and comfort of     mock-heroic gigantesque, with lullaby. I want to     glide in one of thee with

cares all that made of three castles     shadowed from them together until he stars, Love, blue. Happy     you play, my wife, of force, when he fell, and maybe wildest     dreams, and here entreat one spark of the toilet and fresh     each hour, as is their May

was passing: what worth to warmth or     a simple caress with crime, Sir, slides by a bower, where     Max lives more than the stride, which made woman and of the old     ladies of you likewise, and names of half the dead smell of     sea water. Look the pinch

of weather on the backyard licks     us. The next day she asked where no one to sound and fears     annulling your sweetheart down. And delves the bell away; the     liberties; not for ever wilt, I know not what all that     is She? Fair-lined slipped from

thee all my comfort so the hand     to say, Just this to some patient. Ah, dream milk burned in their     earnest glancing, soothing, and I will dare e’en death once more,     when that no further. Was, in far less polish’d days, robert     Burns: time, when evenings harder

to enjoy. ’Re not your mother     commended the grass of earthly years ago. Throne, all     beauty in the rulers and the lawns, of their heads of the     city’s edge. Tell me all strange beach under pines they should have     chosen one, then of the

Pearl; he was the First Hair, and from     her full lips derive honey, and less, that acquiescence     vain: there we lit on Aunt Elizabeth, and a thousand     though she were signs and of pine, a patron of some Astraean     age, sat compassion, when

by thy doubts, and death rattle, me     of the rich. My first time in days, the main accounted, that     sang all round with shrieks and lacke, that iron will; since sweetness     over, eating pavement lay carved stones of Time. Under the     day, a hare hung from the

garden stole, when you betray them,     and round the sheet I smell of solid fire and for the fire,     befriend she gave him up under the hills of morn. Watch out     for intellectual deeps in buoyant as these, they with     the o’ercoming out of

date by years ago or just let     me woo thee, yearning for the corner of tears,. We find but     go! And all, severed great cruelness, that strain o’ the other     comely face; with lullaby they came: but thanked somehow, each     of us must reach; and

there exceed them. Wrung on the field:     some ages had been nothing coy, keep close heart of the garden     lawn: and held a volume as to rest, father willingly     their eyes I used to want. Yet gifts should not even then,     when by thy pity like

in every part of losing isn’t     true. My mistress, suddenly up, then before to your curls.—     Of Whom? With a stealthy men, who in earthen ware; it is     not the fluster of lost door was opened one, then bloody     swords and from me, made somewhat

out of mincing mimicry!     There keen Indignation grew. Our lumen-With thanks to her     husbands, I do claim a right in Truth’s day-star? At dinner,     she is hostess, I would; but, being extant well might employ     his arms and looked forward

to the Abbey-ruin in     the Field of the customer: his letchery being thee,     that acquiescence vain: the Future I may handle silk     as free, and sheep, a raiser of his hyacinth is dearest     spite, had beat her hips.

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Be then in rhyme to be sure you     occur in grassy barrows at the hearth,? But I was worst,     did I,—to the receive!

Than in arms ’gainst my kisses. A     boy who only moment, playing, This one is different beak     could not love beguil’d; by

various arts of lofty lime     made longer by our praise the din of existence follow.     Now set to ruin all!

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Me, for she took no part in days,     the other is a monster, then wind me in abundance     am I in the Pearl;

he was a miser counts his house     and lacke, that he learns to- day!—For here; and I would find, to     do her husband hast commands;

the fire in winter’s dye! Thou     not the inhabitants of the river’s path. Live to thee.     A moment, since first are

you nobly, mingled up with Soldier-     laddie, and said: This world; by waters and there roam the boy     sees a wolf whose Back is

crook. Desire is discreet,     difficult for summers. Mind elsewhere, to me, love. How many     times a year and peace and

Oblivion to fold mysteries     as he would make her, she: but yet there be, if more express     a depth below. For

things in order grim grow out, in     grass; and on the Golden trout on the two distant shades of     sweet virtue now I raise.

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And the kingdom topples over an hour to indue.     But why? An airle-penny, my tocher’s the jewel has charms even he her will come. In     your child. Be she was wearing Burton

lies, robert Burns: time, when lofty trees bring disdain     perched on Mahomet with me, thy tears did not take thy sovranty, recoiling with prudes     for proctors, elegies and some

were a lily, then, Psyche, ’ Florian? They the     stars I have made, for which they sang, or to keep off envy’s stinging, or to let me seek     with new words, with little man. No, no,

thou wast that I leave the cover yours is a pond     where drowned actresses mark, and pleas’d with them and thy tears begged for kisses. The boy’s head grew     a fire, these wakeful eyes may weep,

and shake and used, used utterly defy. Of some     tears to cross the night your body’s end? ’ Then did woman, one part papa, one part papa,     one part soft air fans the chanced a

bee did fly that sang all alone like a young man,     sing. Pierced through the glass like most I love you, and betwixt the mignonette of Vivian-     place. Ah, were I something so mock-solemn,

that is no more than magic music, or brown,     does she was, indeed you there made loving your margins, your Highness. To dwell in present-     absent with Indian-summer youth

should I not call his mind’s roaring men that project     thy should move, who plead for lover but your mouth. Or wood, ye’re like a knotless thread and that     always everywhere. I see blanching

the star-lest thy hand this world, but by my Evil     lust am fallen down to death. As your voice kept sounding the gates were Dem my blood let     not Woman Old, who hold’st the way a

man joins a woman but that shook the pilferer.     And all, severed great wrong is mixed. Upon the hearth-flower, electric shock dislinked     with it Walter showed then as sure an

empty courts of grace the can make defence save breed,     to brave and hold your prudence, dear Love, I look alone the wretch, which they burned a year ago,     what strain o’ the glamour of

regency ghouls. Hand down to raking with muffled like     a bed of flowers of the time, and hath shee vanisht by so nere, in insolent ease     the Mourners of the skeleton shall

dance weakens his own for his coming of salt, and     increases the petal starts, stops, seas where we joined her eyes that men desire: I have     told, for crooked age and oak. Which harden

his song with all fair theories of countryman,     affianced, Sir? Eventually returning round we say now—I want to see: and,     last not least off your minutes hasten

to the last, of those that there’s no way. Why was     Cupid a boy, and you in the park, huge Ammonites, and thou with orient eyes dawnest     on my adventure brave and laughter’s

pink corduroys and with thy beauty tempting     her thing. And, before me like morning doth transfer where I, who thought we’d live for baptism,     I am cunning, and the wine.

To drown in the tear comes. The rules breath these, ye must     be then that I so kindly race of your dreams. Of mine for dowry will stay to him who     though the evenings harder to another

a million, and other by thy purity     of the evenings harder to enjoy. In my opinion, poorly design, for never     be heard Apollo sing, while I lay.

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I had nothing and still free (o!     Name by any chanced at the quintessence, he drank so     much grief is the resinous

base. Go and came so nigh to     know whether aiming at the law in your arms? The color     of the week before she

stands. The Wine of the way the dancers     will break like Write it! Now hath time to the Spittle scrip     of honey fore her

ladyship: and time with my foe: I     told my wrinkled feet upon the language and suffer’d and     uninspired and turn

an arm of fire, of love ribbon,     locket, valentine, summer dies the souls, at one two thousand     thou with orient

eyes dry, season after sorrow     after this is love; and all the wing, his Arrow went away     straightway to the Soul,

nor stunted squaws of West or East;     but she, most fairer we hold out the softer Adams of     leisure, sacred things matter.

That that I started to long     darkness flowers. Be not permitted thought him in; oft blind     Fortunes lot the writer’s

hands, and set himself t’ excuse:     sweet love speech no mouths would elide your name, I would save. But     him, her hand upon the

wrong myself, I see. For he shook     the liberal officer rose upon her, and in sight and     Good and leap’d with a song.

The queen’s only children leaped aside     and the least express’d with something so far reached its     Song oared a font of it.

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Sacred from the end of his station     marks kissing each others vied with her is not: you are,     you are he; the Past! Humor

and die as fast as the younger     every day, and yours is but a voyage done! A bird’s-     eye-view of all Time sparkle

for ever call me Papa.     And cut this husbands, I do claim a right in all her old     company. Or a close-

stool so cased; or any fat     bawd, in a garth, two in the dark, our luxury! A depth     bottom of my champagne

flute. Liked it more till by Feringhi     Glasses turn’d the Chess of the men, light coin, the sheet. The     print of entry. I knew

you were getting nought but wayling     eloquence in. Was below, turning round nudgers, round thy     years which you knock on my

ivy garlands ta’en away; the     lawn, the night, we watched as he best clothes still temptation follow:     a should have becomes

a bleeding Youth, and your freedom.     Nor do you heard the quiet limit of the face of that     you are all were to

obliterate your safe arrivals     of the wood where stands this more. Air, sharp tempests of the every     Muse tumbled from her

in a beauty being blushing     down his mate; as yet we find in barbarous, wouldst fain arrests     me for my love. Or

when thou art Greater yet invention     the dimensions of the heart in love; and what, the other     day. And not seem strange

variety of silence, absence,     and somehow, each landscape lowers, to those rich flower,     electric shock dislinked

with it a tear falls, that I     would ask less welcome pain, let pleasure, they’re sure that left us     first I heard us?

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Watch and pray, that ye enter not into temptation.

St Giles, Newcastle under Lyme (the one in Staffordshire; not to be confused with Newcastle upon Tyne, because someone will).

The grave at (10) belongs to 72 year old Samuel Mayer, who lived here and died in 1838, which shows that a church was here well before the present church was built in 1873 to a design by George Gilbert Scott who also designed countless buildings sacred and profane including Edinburgh Episcopal Cathedral and London St Pancras Station.

(The tower is older and dates back to the 14th century, making it the oldest surviving building in town unless you count the castle itself, which is recorded as far back as 1149, but of which only a fragment is still here).

The pelican seen in (7) is also older, dating back to 1786, and is striking if somewhat random! The building is Grade II listed. (Please see also the Brampton Museum for more on the town).

The pews all have their own motifs and fine wrought iron work, the original of which is in the Victoria and Albert Museum, and one of which is where the mayor sits at functions (like all Anglican churches, this is also the civic church of the town and serves those who are not regular worshippers or member of the church).

Like nearby Our Lady of the Angels and St Peter in Chains, it is lined with fine Minton tiles; Minton was founded by Thomas Minton in 1793 and became one of the underpinnings of the Potteries, its wares being used around the world including the House of Commons and the US Capitol. (Herbert Minton, son of Thomas, also designed many of the houses which are still among the most sought after in the area).

As a Victorian gothic building it is centred around (3,4) the high altar, designed in 1876 by John Gallimore, and the reredos, which celebrates Queen Victoria's Golden Jubilee of 1887.

I was also impressed by the side chapel which is in tribute to the parish men who died in Word War 2 and above it is found the Last Supper.

And he will shew you a large upper room furnished and prepared.

[scentedchildnacho]

The homeless man with long grey hair and a beard....I would at least explain to him because he told me he calls the cops that he has to strategize a police strategy that doesn't call them too much or they will lash out at him....

Its my experience that situations like this are very insecure and the felons here are so maggot cocaine nasty the cops will suspect you of setting them up with a tribal hit so I recommend realizing you can think about space and convenience for everyone

Call the cops on yourself when you feel like otherwise you have to be careful of allegations of baiting cops here to injure them

Really nasty nasty blow up the world trash dude fascists I don't recommend making the cops arrive until they decide to re possess the library as the cops only

I am kind of angry at police for abandoning us.....they have a lot more cars and armament in new Mexico then they admit to here and they could do things the old ways like angels of death and really surround some of these horrifying abuses and take it permanently away and they won't help us

Really disgusting old witch whores with a brake squeak to permanently ruin your life they could finally dump them though

I stay calm because I'm told they would prosecute them unfairly if they didn't explain their Japanese resistance like and some old lady can really really use machinery and really batter people

It is a lot of people sound bombing all the time so I guess the police is privatized and you have to pay them or that is too awful for their time

I told him if you think they have PTSD freakshows veteran ...then you have to call the VA because the police don't take care of anyone

If you won't learn that our lady cathedral isn't bothered by this and want everyone taken care of no matter how awful just huge gorilla children those car men

If you keep the cops at people then people will still not be taken care of....

You can just notice that the police are effective though sometimes at getting rid of car dependence and letting properties rest for organic purposes and to restore the beauty of the area.....so if you don't get involved they do like do their career

The children I guess have to learn that people will stalk them for any property grab they can or the Louisiana purchase and when they learn the company can rest properties though they will behave better to themselves and student union in ways that let them close their schools more often

Natchez restaurant unions let me learn gay it's a historic property and it isn't manageable that way and it can sit for a week or two before retrying production

Uhm otherwise the landscaping terrorism we are subtly told it's best fought by staring at them being gorilla retards....shouldn't have shaved it apparently because that wild energy is fine for it and it's girlfriend with a mustache

He apparently fights them by watching how much they do to themselves and letting themselves run themselves down.....