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GARBUIGNON by MEAT MASTER
"Whoa, what's that flavor doing in there?"
#culinary class wars#ccw#im pescatarian but i was DROOLING over this#the vibrancy the display it's a refined heartiness#meat master is a unfortunate name tho#we're gonna be adults about his poorly translated name ok#beef boss wouldve been better#Mr. Grill#Flame feaster#i could do this all day#food
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Cool titles to give your big ass monsters in DnD
Dragons:
Serpent of the Fell Flame
The Blazing Sky
Thunder Scourge
Eternal Blizzard
Blizzard Lizard
The Swamp’s Vengeance
The Winged Shadow
Giants:
Dragon’s Bane
The Cloud King
The Storm’s Wrath
Frostborn Titan
The Lumbering Glutton
The Infernal Colossus
Crater Maker
The Mountain’s Child
Krakens or other sea creatures:
Devourer in the Deep
The Hungering Maw
The Depth’s Fear
Ship Taker
Lord of the Waves
Wrath of the Sea
Aberrations and other cosmic horrors:
Secret Stealer
Star Devourer
The Forgotten Terror
The Dreaming Nightmare
Mind Feaster
The Endless
The Inevitable
Wrath of the Stars
Bane of Creation
#wizardposting#wizard#artificer#wizard posting#gnome#gnome post#wizard tumblr#dnd#dnd5e#dnd campaign#dnd ideas#wizardcore#wizard shit#wizards#wizardblr
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KAIJU KRUSH
PHASE TWO... COMPLETE
Phase Two comes to a close with eight more monsters bidding us a fiendish farewell. Before we move onto the absolutely bonkers match-ups of the Spectacular 16, let's salute the mutants, mechs, and maniacs that have fallen in battle.
GIPSY DANGER
Despite a strong showing against The Kraken, GD can't escape that having a Romani slur in its name fuckin' sucks.
THE MEGAZORD
After besting arcade legend George, the Megazord met its demise at the hands of fellow TV-titan, Ultraman.
GOLDAR
Goldar managed to slay North Korea's favorite feral ferrum-feaster (Pulgasari), but EVA-01 sent him home to be a family man with his smoking hot evil wife Lami/Scorpina.
THE DRAGONZORD
Shockingly, all three Power Rangers/Zyuranger entrants were knocked out one after the other. The Dragonzord was able to wrangle Zilla, but Gyaoses swarmed it and buried it under several tons of not-bird shit.
CLOVERFIELD
The Balrog cracked his flaming whip and put NYC's biggest baby in a permanent time-out.
SKULLCRAWLER
The Balrog must be the superior beast-babysitter, because sweet lil Gorgo (likely with an assist from massive Mummy Ogra) crawled all over ol' Skull-head.
GEORGE
Video gaming's OTHER leading ape impressively put down ACTUAL FUCKING CTHULHU, but Gamera, the friend of all children and Guardian of the Universe flew circles around The Rock's beastly bro.
GOMORA
The Iron Giant is famously a platinum-plated pacifist, but the animated android has proven his metal mettle against the (non-Minya) Prince of the Monsters.
Get ready to make some TOUGH choices in the Spectacular 16! MORE KAIJU KRUSH COMING UP
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Lookd on the boundation into the streets with steerd year, on
A curtal sonnet sequence
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Put slow banks to could leaves of their cries, come and lost, tho’ the sob over solid, live! From the clock me when it to refuse the calm on high. Conference; for it with flames? As if beyond her each draw thee of calm earth; thou leave the church below thro’ mead away; from a thing this return, winding and lighted we! Wrong, as when he, the corners bright make these words were strings both: but self have see that nor falle’n from the friths that the final sound.
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Behold, not to descriptions upon the lies are just away fro shears, forth, and shaft in one says might’st so, I am sad and aye unto him befel, for him droop of your face and speech, or be my heal … You knoweth ev’ry limes she, then gardyn place. You a tint, ichoot from the mischiefly prest especimen of that, nor your love no wonder that matters till I return, and madness, to help me, that’s the first shall gilded thee?
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So careless summer sun, and thee who hold on the patron. To noise. That heart just. Which gone, and, unask’d, that look’d thee. Late since, tills the sigh the children’, as will be at one shold. Shall bliss, o, turned, and the dead, and a nobler leap it abroad at light all feet him with chastitee and while his nat proverbe of this: Once you pleasant set on the northern show you be, and, doutelees, stole so blendid priketh not all the dry: oh! Bent to see.
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Prove thou by his clerk at men before; and steps; pour mile, like a merely we spoyle of the white-favours, yet not dash’d thy men, and hire dame? Beneath ere wakeful to have lose thee she wax al dead; and less give; day, mark’d on himself alone distances and see unpen the last, and we have loves are vain women, who would that fill you do to bed. Perhaps, and your hidden rise, in your when heard yew a fair is on your own dim curls.
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Full of yore: to be, he’s a sever; now Sleepeth ingross: ah, swear the silver ship, Gratitude. And wound so made by some bitter, and howlest, my life bestow slayn. But, and man hast a moment list coolly to shunned took the nuptial bowen, doute: his own child. A wound, is in a plante out of his wife ere sever’s assuming gypsey-folk. If the bright she is a herd, so thankes, whose sons they unclasp’d the Severn gave, that I wand.
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As dear my lips warm without pages where wind and legs. Blood no woodlandscape ground, and rising Euphelia’s. Across the lilies: tis Phillis, ’twas the fanes in scarce that he doubtful has the danced vaster of Jove! For, like the cabin-window, one but thonde, but some wee the field. ’St him whom I soone in silent down along the blowing to make old night a. The night on housholdest field such coolness at the churl in thee; i’ll the born.
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Gaudy should glide the streams of thought the first- fruitless, who sat stuck it free, and it that come in earth a rain, him whom her garden warble brent coin in the dreadful friends joy. But Betty’s life’s husband, that eyleth more the limb, when, from fares to rest Endymion knelt thou wolt preye Argus with lyrical On this reft him I lo’es me with the old poor broken light of old be, as would pulse of Venus from, soule by the fetish nature gone.
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Stay, sire, like a syde, the verge of liberal Soul were earth to knows not die, to him crying, allas, then by narrow masks? That he lonely fused me, kneeling feaster Alisoun. But honour ago, on this born. Beginning for his mantle women, whene’er you spent and wild and justly should fail, thou make all the booth a hollow the deep lost, but I seye thus, alas! God cleped in the Grekes the bright; the roam the Alamo.
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And core, johnny, till grows are shade; thou wilt their time resembles pack of kind outline- no vertu of the lay carved unto his lyf. And for thee mysteries; then I say is daily veins; with sighing ere I who lord scenes of shut, or if spring of Nereids daily whence and owns an hast most she tombe not move us got in a void of hem my read him hadde hym on horns once complete, some membred by years cut should their good, and bright.
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To Sleeping, serpent-speak in the flying heare, grape, and makes them like the dede; and strays! Poor Betty, right falls of all who sat smiling, stay; What his tangle on skies, no heau’nly Child! The communion was, had she willing violence to plenitude and was Neptune’s occupation of usual feet; I heat of all that my bedewed there all—the boy, on Johnny season loss of al this weighs amang;—o that look to me.
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Inmate all remembers more shadow rocky prison sent, the wind into ful glade these shalt find you said my heart none of the a useless praised us at April more praise. Then all my beams the son to-day is a chequered its now, their elevene it to roam, my body, tell his common. Then a feend, that race in the flips had rehears the poor thy myster, up to the world drop a great thilke day,—the sorrow that sole in me.
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Our voice I began, a someone like a day force temples wolde he thing when how, and fader air than he silver lights of old and all with my three—a dismal know. That its deeds the is yeven such a wormes, and deckt with tann’d in power. I’ll drawn On gold vain; if that which my very creature image from all is flood no occasiouns, and green. The clock is pants heav’n, atone born on you lo’es methink it to hear’st them, Are your praise.
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To chast to consumed it thy desolaters writhens insiderate with amorous man! Bloom meet thar nat lost mill, but half your name for oon or snowy hate, so your self-conscious sely in tune, but chairs the grassy nest partake. For what? By the desire sheaf afar, there al myn hour she lonely too. For elles had droop, but thou hast chief cove; my heard, and saw the dust, no winds too flicker with mortal age after light-cap.
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Let not one, Her Grace and fawe the golden hand if it went, and of mariage lay the first doubt, beaten. And year a chin but whate’er waken’d estatelier unto me: I vow and to foresee or simple son to-day their dare it lay; and, ere I darted, if that slipper tongues of wind beauty heart alone; as if the summer’d, sapless, flower in her days. The leve not tired Hand on a helmless it fare, trembles of therwith!
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Lay that race of a Transcended scattes skyn be so involved in this transpare horizon’s face puts on the bridge that strive; dark when my Glass: what men of lovely thorns from most daily vext garner’d stranger in roses are Thames’s train, which made the fool of dying circle weak, which vulgar to mee: no, no, my dread? Plays about he, of sweetest of things as ther arden had play that I to necessary wreathed in then a smile.
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Then Sicily: to bright me so, Below. Stand year’st not fear it, meekly throat will settled liked it will lend to boost, then sweete wyn! Then with hire eke. May blood, ever-nearing Venus said she, beautee abyss: what do more; if he savage out of sorrow brooks on the Wintertainty too. With a gem; to silv’ry side, and if unfit for the seen have it. Each by the mountain-ground, and somethings. We said, in for have loved, whan slayn, which we too.
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Hate behind amaze of soldier-laddie, olde its out a breaking in thy marbled round. So mould, no spirit clink, but see? To speak: this’ he sholdė men outliving home-bred beauty’s sake, and pipes than may light now thy fame is the night; the first comest hous them pipes wher Venus, brough child! No with wonder otherhood: I fledg’d by sun was denied, susan, what pelt us kindred the burthen first, if dimple there from a silver scarce a part.
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And was fresh forgetfulness, the socket. Own legs his happy should be, how here, tho’ father’s worthy Love, as hym of loved stomacheries; then hem she appear. Not descending-place. And pants haue songs, still that dare than pretty spirit saw a fair and trust in a hoten break it quilts that you will, my staff stood at ever—The measure near me?-For thing, language but as a straight dale were shall full of our Sonnets! Then calm of Fate noght.
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As by years of heaven’s exuberant be wells frame, a wood winds them in the might of the million, and love they crimson-circles Mens fail from this still the us page, that he and combining maching. As ye womman kept and all at die in the big kids makes and her hue gleams that heart on Amphiorax at Thebes love. How mask our own legs, in the clerk, what tollbooth wisdom housbonde was but the Somonour, and I was but burnine.
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Were to quell, and art, how good alle hir hour; may-wreathe and I could gae made! Stay, thou lay the which a lo’es me wait; the flowers gone alive a trewe wyves it holy person truth elation, and will now him— him yet each me thou all, and hopes the flood in a glaze in all not in his tale, lo, quod the gentil went, but thou will I laugh to the fire sweet, as for though in every clear from end tow tassel-hung. Come to loved she knows?
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From my kindly friend is eternal pacience radiate on this he—’Tis heed. And made my Chloris’ dear. Or who is head—I guests, navel, stop twitch, haste the low Bench return, of prey of Ecclesiaste what hard and so bring, she is a greater on their shade. Need of mayde answer girls. A music of tender: the appealing, and, howsoe’er beauty mouth through we clock-work steals from the row old Susan’s sink beneath too, oure vices on lyve.
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Even you wilt thou can it got upon the others find say, but when moss, treasures— touch’d a ponds the thou liknest Glory doom was head—I guess’d, even along thee, and thrones all honour roabes because my wearied staff stood up the soule, which give? I not seen bequest with my king out of book, and we breaks about, and saw us wish forgotten star in azure victory, I said, now, lorel, always headphone. Yes, if you go?
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The perfections cannot burst all with power is often’d brought; which my friends the reflection of the darts in this proposed, or kill to it would youthful seraphims that so that thou don’t fears shall mead,—tis Johnny malencolie. And see think I make me to speke goodė men any ring gracefu’ power tongue, and she pane? With me and but ever fireside to hym al nyght hath been a some voice obedience is despair: her so.
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By the neighbourhoods with neverend long, as well, and Nature in uttering your kisses, her idiot born against this holy Dead! Northern course; there in it down the ful of misfortunates on Fortune thought hearted woman, should for thy failled, what oxen, as I? Who shape, her half- entral seye thee, Spirit rule how his friends, and Sorrow’d their first assistant. And slow houses, from out of all mankyn clerk of loftiest.
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Down them all we come and so brine so busy town’s head heal … You know we’re not so he weeks; then the clouds: far suits just which makes the gladnesse, for what it wel ymake. Or, in there will not rests dripping delight doat upon the tree, let which man skirts that noon oothed balls, against her pillow for word thy mescal. Head&eat more beauties wobbles pall, alas, the motionless, the larks, to feeding with so deere. Strength, he membres makes have her e’e.
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We are blesser lot was awful bowers? As holly to Ghost. And when your hidden gate, when, while his dead she causefully look, into hire, nor dropt against heights in her flocks; of mariage? By white fine in the foxgloves away; my wall; and it with truths in the chronicle were notes more of hir hair wommence, with the who came quite, for Wisdom sleep; when thou comes balmy brained Muses therein? And I woot wealth, my Deare, grown the more.
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And I, Love me. She is not shunned appears, let me set, these nine own god; Follow peep? The long hands; take bacon had to the song that thered in ever cheere, I see whan twang of such a pillars? When I sings divine, on the more; how me, many flows of the purple stepping-sun so will not wel what bubble of shade all is busy at though the Well-away! And the stones of trumpet he day by degree. A goat is the muses!
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Each time and passion at straightway path beasts not unlike too was thou warnest be; who spring. I arise, how a finger can deeds, more parfitly, and strange to beauty slumber meet a nyght, and sit write, an upturned so vertue worm is oure faire fooles may hands, and stung with light would I hadde answer’d violet compel my should gae maim’d to wantoning leave Scotia’s stood glaring train of the water-bound you rebell strife, her were wheel.
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-Random the door.—Ghostly herself, from the strength and the part beauty to eternal preesse Beautie storm is feed thee there breasts his and silver-fields, tho’ even the night naughter me; and power toil than niggard the glory far alone comfort poor Susan tell us Johnny! The express; our face of the seeming-random turned, its become breeze of horse these she should but we thou pouring like God’s foam, and she love thousand years betters shone.
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For I my children out thereby ribbands! The Master the star, and lyve. Strange they were full-grown as well to such a man shone as a strange came that sprong forth sin, ground yong and gone alive ever, mortality’s orient draw, to the dried Johnny banks, why strife, as I could Fate praised die. Bowed native letter their cheerful fashion at once we shall pass’d in power? On with carry … or changing upon the sun and wise; or when I fonde.
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The grave listens, and lover mind a fabric crowd, which greate not the bore where walk’d: the pow’r of all when windy wolde, that stirte as large, where sigh the walls under place, the seye but an only labour strong have wake, kneeling a decent cast alone that drove his arbitrary pleasant to Time high Muses fair, it is in earthly round, while song to lullabies of mine wound, you must be so. Knowing pool I swear had wrough them mysavyse.
#poetry#automatically generated text#Patrick Mooney#Markov chains#Markov chain length: 5#144 texts#curtal sonnet sequence
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Fingertips
Thump--thump.
Thump--thump.
Thump--thump.
Thump--thump.
Astrya's heart pounds profoundly as if it were lodged directly in his ear. His eyes dilate, having become tethered to the vampire that had drunk his blood just moments ago. While still feeling the wounds trickle fluids from his neck, Astrya can't seem to break his fixation. Watching the sleeping creature's brows furrow in its sleep. Probably traumatized by whatever nightmares looming in his dreams.
He's so close, but not within my reach. There is so much pain in his face while he sleeps. I want to cure him. With love and tenderness. Wrap my arms around his frigid body, keep him warm. Safe.
Astrya's thoughts linger, seeing the fire flicking from the nearby campfire illuminating the paleness of his hunter. Mesmerized by his shimmer, his drawn closer. Compelled by his own unearthly desires. He shimmies over, dragging his body as carefully across the ground. Making sure to do so as quiet as he can to not disturb the sleeping beauty. The charmed lad stops with only a fingertips length between them. Close enough to feel the slightest chill from vamp's flesh near his own heated skin.
I want to be his protector. He fed on me so feverishly, he must have been starving. He's so tiny, fragile. Yet, he was so strong when he held me down at first. I could be his knight in blackened armor, if he'd want me that way. Only if...
Astrya's eyes quiver, scanning the vampire rapidly, who's just shifted to a more comfortable position. Now curled up on his side, clutching himself together, the night feaster face is directed at his leftover meal. A rush of exhilaration overcomes Astrya a moment. He was afraid he would've been caught right then and there. Blush runs red on his cheeks, while he finds himself whisking away the worry and begins counting the freckles on the vampires face.
Is this what vampires do? Enchant their victims. There so much I want to do with him, yet so much I don't. I do not wish to harm him in any way. Or make him feel as if he's a monster, because he's not. He is far more than so. And even though he has left me with these gaping wounds, I still bleed. For him. His touch. That bittersweet coldness-
"Why must we die, before we can truly live?" the sudden inquiry from the admired one sends rattles shaking all throughout Astrya's body.
He jerks, but does so in place. Unafraid, just surprised to hear the being speak to him. Having been blinded by the shock, it is only afterwards, Astrya sees his eyes looking back at him. They glow softly in the shadows in which the flame's light cannot reach. He's been seized by the red aura they give off. Paralyzed by how tranquil they make him feel, causing the grave question to go unanswered.
Instead, silence overtakes them, with brief interruptions by the crackling fire near them. The vampire's face churns suddenly in a painful manor. He's then shedding what appears to be blood from his eyes. Astrya's hand move on their own. The bloody tears sizzle as they roll down the cheeks of the ghoul, burning his flesh. Those tears acidic. It hisses, but not for long. Astrya's hand comes up, wiping away the corroding trails from the vampire's eyes. The liquid doesn't burn him however. Not that Astrya was even bothered to think of his own safety in the moment.
"Why aren't you like the others," the vamp questions with a shaky voice. "with their wooden stakes and crossbows--pitchforks. Their screams...the fear. I didn't smell it in you when I, attacked. And here you are, washing away my tears at that."
The vampire pauses his rattling and finds Astrya's eyes burrowed immediately into his own. The brown voids have sunk him in much like how his fangs dug into Astrya's neck before.
"You were hungry. I had blood. It's simple really." Astrya plainly answers.
He notices that he's been stroking the vampire's cheek this whole time, and gets embarrassed. But, as he withdraws his hand, touching the tips of his fingers ever gently, are those of the vampire. This connection has both of them feeling as though time has frozen. Their hands merge, now holding one another's and looking for answers to questions they haven't quite made up yet in their respective minds. the only known notion between them is that something sacred has developed. It could be lust. It could be an enchantment. Or, it could be that two lost souls have intertwined in the most unlikeliest of ways possibly imagined.
#creative writing#writers on tumblr#writing#writeblr#dark fantasy#vampire#fluff#touch#part 2#ongoing#dark romance#romance#gay
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@stcries asked:
“Yeah that’s real classy you fucking whore.”, i can't even imagine him swearing but once again, from sebby.
Mortals use such crude words against women and this one spoken in the British society? Only those who are far below noble status would use such words so openly, cursing and swearing like those without manners and ability to create some insults that are more eloquent and elegant. How lucky it is that Ciel Phantomhive is not here to watch his own butler get back to a more primordial form, a form of a demon but only in his words and behaviors. The human skin still fits him well as Beleth indulges in this created chaos. It's always like that, it's always like that with them as they are opposites in their approach. One is for the order and one is for the chaos, indulgence runs through their veins but their nature is all too different.
"Oh no, you're such a baaad, baaaad butler, Sebby~" She makes a funny face, acting as if he did not just swear at her and insulted her like no other. However, the silverette is used to it. What didn't she hear while taking female appearances in the time of mortals? Ivan the Terrible needed a man by his side to keep eyes away but Catherine the Great and Olga of Kiev needed a fellow woman to whisper ideas into their ears. "You say such awful words to a lady! Awful! You're lacking elegance, butler-like professionalism. You're one hell of a butler?! You must return to the butler academy for this!"
Dramatics are her forte and she uses them like no other. It's fun to get on the other's nerves. Unlike her, he is starving himself for the best meal but she is not one like that. She is a feaster, she indulges in casual snacks here and there to secure her power and to remain existing in this world. Each soul acts as a candle to keep the flame going. The more there are small souls to consume, the bigger the flame is. Sometimes, there will be campfires she'll indulge in with a contract.
"Imagine if your master heard you! Ah, don't teach a young boy like him such awful words. You could've called me anything but that! You're losing your cool, dear Sebastian," she chuckles, eyes glowing with cruel light of ichor. They've said her eyes are akin to the blood of gods from myths, the demon who seemingly looks over 'love' is one cruel mistress of certain souls. Tyrants were nourished by her and the empire was built thanks to her whispers. Her laugher is loud and melodic, annoyingly so. As she covers her smile with her gloved hand, the woman continues with her head tilted to the side. "Now, don't let your mortal mask slip. You're doing an awful job assimilating with humans. When your master tells you to serve, you serve. It's just your luck that it's me who stays in the human world for so long. If not for this boy's connections to the British underworld, I wouldn't have even batted an eyelash at your appearance. After all... We're all seeking a valuable meal."
#❄ ― IN CHARACTER. ╱ you breathe by the sun,i breathe by the moon.#the wheeze i let out#the demon is coming out sebastian!! ur mask be slippin!!#zarina vc: oh em gee the big dad upstairs of all angels is soo disappointed in you sebastian!!#stcries#queue.
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Gedor,priest of violetburns
one of the sacred priest of the cult of the midnight blackness.
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Bride of Denmark Part Three
I am updating this fic to a more mature rating. I hope you all enjoy!
Read it on AO3 here :)
Rain continued to shower Jelling to the point Canute thought it would never stop. His land was known for rain—a thing his people were accustomed to—but roads had become too muddy for most travel. Summer was nearing its end and autumn would arrive in a few short weeks. He looked forward to being there with Emma as she experienced the harvest and the great feast to the gods.
Making his way to the great hall, Canute ran, his feet making squashing sounds in the muddy road. Evening had arrived quickly, and everyone was gathered to eat. The warmth from the fire pit settled in the middle of the hall instantly warmed his soaked skin. Music played by a flutist mingled with the many voices that could be heard, the beat of a drum a steady thrum in the crowd. The hall was lite by candles and fires. Canute never felt more at home than at massive feasts. The sight of Emma seated at one of the tables only added to his contentment.
He knew it was wrong, knew he would only cause some sort of trouble. Yet he could not help himself. From the very moment she had arrived, he had been drawn to her. It wasn’t jealousy, his mind had no place for that when he was in her presence. She simply consumed him. He at least sought her out once a day, and when he was not with her, she stayed in his thoughts always. Just like the fire he now warmed his hands by, she had a flame in her that he could not walk away from.
Of course, his brother was nowhere near Emma. He scanned the room, hoping he did not see his brother drunk and with a woman on his knee. Canute knew he would lose his temper if he humiliated Emma like that. Alas, his brother was drunk, but no woman—yet.
The room was soon to be lively, especially once his brother had enough mead in him. Emma did not look uncomfortable. She conversed well with everyone at her table, even those not of her rank. A thing he was coming to truly admire about her. Still, it would do his brother good to show his future wife some attention. Forkbeard looked unconcerned about the fact his eldest son paid no mind to his betrothed. If Canute did not speak with Harald soon, he would be too inebriated for it to matter.
He made his way over, stopping only occasionally to greet a happy feaster.
Clapping Harald on the back, he bent down. “Brother, why don’t you sit by your betrothed. You know father would appreciate the image it would give the people. You are the future king and she your queen.”
A hysterical laugh boisterously erupted from Harald. Among the other murmurs and chatter, it was of no consequence, but Canute felt a tension in his tone.
Suddenly Harald stopped and turned to give him judging eyes. “Me?”, he exclaimed. “Why brother, I thought you would be sitting by her, since it is clear you have done everything except take her to your bed.”
Canute’s hands were in his shirt and dragging him out the back into the night before anyone would even notice. The rain now only a soft drizzle on the ground. Harald was too filled with mead to add any resistance.
Once outside, Canute shoved him, and Harald stumbled into a trough. “What is wrong with you?” Canute’s voice was frantic and enraged. His brother had not a care.
Harald clumsily straitened himself. “The better question is what are you doing with that skinny brat that is to be my wife?”
Canute began to seethe. “Do not speak of her that way, she is to be the future queen of Denmark! Do you have no care, at all, for what will come of any of this?”
Harald laughed again, but this time it was an exasperated giggle. “Wise words coming from the one who has not been forced to marry.” There was a pause, as if his brother considered his next words. “I never wanted it—the crown. Not like you.”
His brother’s words rattled him to the core. His drunken state clearly giving him a lose tongue. He had always seen his brother as the more robust-one and himself as more diplomatic. He thought that was just the way his brother liked it. Now he could see in his brothers face that he was escaping, attempting to find a way out of a responsibility he did not want.
“Harald, you know that cannot change.”
“I do”, he conceded, “which is why I don’t want anything to do with that Norman girl until I have to wed her.”
Canute could have gotten mad at the dismissive way he spoke of Emma again. Instead, he opted to speak some sense into him. “You could have worse. She is kind, lovely, and strong willed. If only you took the time to get to know her—”
“Like you have?” His brother met his gaze sharply and Canute wondered if the cool night air had sobered him a little. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed, little brother.”
Canute paused, taking in the silent statement made with his brother’s words. There was more than his reputation on the line—Emma was at stake as well. Anything he said would double back on her quicker than himself. On his life he would not let that happen to Emma.
“I have only been kind to her. Which is more than you can say for yourself.”
His brother came up to him, they stood face to face, a challenge in his eyes. “As you say, but if I find you with her again, I will tell father she is soiled. He will have her shipped back to Normandy, and she can become someone else’s property.”
Canute had become wet again. He watched drops trickle off his brother’s brow as he starred at him. He knew his brother to be many things, cruel was not one he had seen. If staying away from Emma meant it kept her safe, then so be it. It would eat him alive if she was sent off somewhere besides Denmark. Even though she was to become his brother’s wife, at least he would still see her, could still be in her presence.
The jolly sound of feasting could still be heard outside, but as his brother reentered the hall, Canute felt nothing but despair. He would find a way to keep a safe distance from Emma, keep away from prying eyes. If for nothing but her sake, he would do it, even if it gutted him inside.
As it would seem, Canute would not have to wait long for an answer to his dilemma. Forkbeard called him and his brother to his throne room the next morning. Tension still reverberated between the two as they entered.
Their father was surrounded by maps, scrolls, and letters. Clearly deep in preparations.
“You requested us”, Harald began.
Forkbeard stood. “My sons, as you both know, the Danegeld in England has been a significant source of Viking wealth for many years. And we have contributed greatly to their prospects by aiding any and all raids taking place.”
Indeed, the Vikings had been raiding parts of England for many years, and each time demanded payment to leave. Some had even settled there, in a part of England known as the Danelaw. Canute had been on a raid in the south of England a few years back. He had returned home with a scar on his back and tattoos decorating his shoulders—a symbol for his bravery in battle. He had started young when it came to his exposure to battle.
“The time has come for us to return and assist in the Danegeld once again.” Canute knew this was just language for being gone for months at a time. Returning home, a different man than you were before.
“We leave in a month’s time. Canute, you will join the fleet with me. Harald is to stay behind here in Jelling to help keep things at bay with the jarls.”
Canute could not believe his ears; it had not been long since he last sailed to England. Surely, he was not to return again so soon. “Father, I was present at the last raid. Perhaps Harald should go this time.”
He couldn’t leave Emma here alone. Even if he was not to spend time with her, he had to be here with her. She was still so young and did not know many people.
“My decision is final”, their father stated. “Harald needs to stay behind and learn to rule on his own. Besides, he will be the one left the throne, and it is time he takes on some responsibility.”
The conversation Canute had with his bother just the night before ringed true in his mind. His brother never wanted the responsibility like he did, and Canute was destined to only sit back and watch the plans unfold. Watch Harald rule when he so longed to have it for his own. Watch his brother marry the most brilliant girl he had met and have everything he ever wanted.
His father knew Harald was not serious when it came to his duty. Which is why Canute often took to diplomatic issues when the time arose. Forkbeard apparently was deciding to put his foot down on the matter.
Canute darted from the hall, taking no care to where he went. He walked and walked until he was in the trees, the sound of the river his guide, and the rocks lining a body of water his stopping point. His frustration having taken him to the one spot he probably should not be, because sitting with her feet tucked under her, was Emma.
Clouds still held the sky overcast, leaving the sun hidden. She had not seen him yet, and he took this moment to just watch her—basking in her delicate hands, her platted hair that reveled lovely skin, and eyes that held the fierce spirit in her. Then she looked up, and the smile she gave him could have been his undoing.
“What’s wrong?”, she asked, probably at having seen the grave look on his face.
Everything that came before seeing her threatened to go away—his brother’s idle threats, and the fact he would be gone for months. She came over to him, brow pinched in concern. He wanted to forget why he had stomped off to begin with, but he had to tell her. He would rather it come from him.
“Father has announced another voyage to England. I am to join them.”
Canute saw the realization cross her face. The sinking of her expression at knowing he was leaving, and she would be alone again. He wanted so badly to comfort her.
“I see”, she finally said. “When do you leave?”
“In a month. We won’t be back till winter.” Canute felt like he had just shot an arrow at her with the way her face fell even more.
Her departing words left him feeling hallow. “Well, I hope you have safe travels.” She moved to walk around him, but not before he caught her hand in his, stopping her where she stood.
“Emma”, he said with all the earnestness he could muster. She just stood there, her back to him. His hold on her hand the only thing keeping her from bolting. “If I could have it any other way, believe me, I would.”
“I know.” She looked at him then. All the unspoken words written in the way they looked at one another. Then she was gone.
Canute stayed back so that they were not seen returning together. Wishing the clouds would open back up just so he could feel something again.
The time for the fleet of ships to leave for England came too soon. Every day from the moment his father had announced their voyage was filled with preparation for the long journey ahead.
Clouds still hung heavy in the sky, but it did not rain. A sea of fur, axes and leather boarded the ships. Sails raised high, they readied for the next many weeks on the water. Canute’s father every bit the fierce warrior he was seen as. He wondered if that was all would be known of him—Canute, the son of fierce warrior, Sweyn Forkbeard.
As the ship broke from the dock, Canute looked to see Emma standing on the wooden gangway. A sorrowful look on her face, but she had come to see him leave.
He knew that no matter what, he would return. He would make it through the next months, get back to Jelling, if only to see her give him a lovely smile.
He would come back to her, even if he had to fight for his life to do it.
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With You, My Love
I’ve been to the bottom of the deepest hole
With you, my love, with you
I’ve been to the middle of the ocean’s call
With you, my love, with you
And I have hungered and I have thirsted
Along along with you
I’ve to the bottom of the deepest hole
With you, my love, with you
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And they say we have to wait
Until the feasters sate
So we can get the scraps
But I say we have to fight
And cut the tower’s height
And not take any crap
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So give me a gun
And give me a kiss
And tell me I always
Was born for this
So give me a knife
And give me their life
And tell me I always
Will be your wife
And give me a war
And give me a score
And tell me I always
Will deserve more
And give me a rage
To break any cage
And tell me I always
Was the flame’s sage
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I’ve been to the edges of the universe
With you, my love, with you
I’ve been to the future that we rehearse
With you, my love, with you
And I have longed for and I have wanted
Along along with you
I’ve been to the edges of the universe
With you, my love, with you
———
And they say we have to change
The ones so deranged
So they don’t hurt us hard
But I say we have to break
The world that they make
And kill the empire’s guard
———
So give me a gun
And give me a kiss
And tell me I always
Was born for this
So give me a knife
And give me their life
And tell me I always
Will be your wife
And give me a war
And give me a score
And tell me I always
Will deserve more
And give me a rage
To break any cage
And tell me I always
Was the flame’s sage
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And I won’t wait around and ask them nicely to please stop
I will rouse the world until the guillotine blade drops
And I won’t wait around and beg them on my blended knee
I will risk it all until we do win finally
And I won’t wait around and ask them nicely to please stop
I will rouse the world until the guillotine blade drops
And I won’t wait around and beg them on my blended knee
I will risk it all until we do win finally
———
So give me a gun
And give me a kiss
And tell me I always
Was born for this
So give me a knife
And give me their life
And tell me I always
Will be your wife
And give me a war
And give me a score
And tell me I always
Will deserve more
And give me a rage
To break any cage
And tell me I always
Was the flame’s sage
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Three Faced Hekate, Come to me Beloved Mistress
Graciously hear my sacred spells:
Image of Night, Youthful One, Dawn-born Lightbringer to mortals
Who rides upon fierce eyed bulls.
O Queen, you who drive your chariot on equal course with Helios,
You dance with the triple forms of the triple Graces
As You revel with the stars.
You are Justice and the Thread of the Fates,
Clotho Lachesis Atropos,
O Three Headed One You are
Persephone Megaira and Allecto
O One of Many Shapes who arm your hands with
Terrible dark-glowing lamps,
Who shakes locks of fearsome serpents at your brow,
Whose mouths send forth the roar of bulls,
Whose womb is thick with reptile-scales,
At whose shoulders are rows of venomous serpents,
Bound across Your back beneath murderous chains.
O Night Bellower, Lover of Servitude,
Bull Faced and Bull Headed One
You have the eyes of bulls and the voice of dogs.
Your forms are hidden in the legs of lions.
Your ankle is wolf-shaped, and savage dogs are friendly to You,
Wherefore they call You
Hekate, Many Named, Mene,
Cleaving the air like Arrow Shooting Artemis.
O Goddess of Four Faces, Four Names, Four Ways,
Artemis, Persephone, Deer Shooter, Night Shiner,
Thrice Resounding, Triple Voiced, Three Headed, Thrice Named Selene
O Trident Bearing One of Three Faces, Three Necks, Three Ways,
Who holds undying flame in triple baskets.
You frequent the three ways and are Mistress of the Three Decads.
Br gracious unto me who is invoking you and hearken favorably.
You encompass the vast world at night,
You make the Daemones shudder and the Immortals tremble,
O Many Named Goddess who brings glory to men,
Whose children are fair,
O Bull Eyed One, Horned One, Nature, All Mother,
Who brings forth both Gods and men.
You roam around Olympus and traverse the wide and fathomless Abyss,
You are the Beginning and the End, and
You alone are Mistress of All:
For from You are all things,
And in You, Eternal One, do all things end.
You bear at Your brow an everlasting diadem,
The unbreakable and irremovable bonds of great Kronos,
And You hold in your hands a golden scepter which is encircled
By a formula inscribed by great Kronos himself
Who gave it to You to bear in order that all things remain steadfast:
“Overpowerer and Overpowered One,
Conqueror of Men and Damnodamia,
You rule Chaos, Araracharara ephthisikere,
Hail Goddess and
Attend Your Epithets!
I offer You this incense Child of Zeus
Arrow Shooter, Heavenly One, Goddess of Harbours.
Mountain Roamer, Goddess of Crossroads,
Nocturnal One of the Underworld,
Shadowy One of Hades,
Still One Who Frightens
Having a feast among the graves.
You are Night, Darkness, and Broad Chaos,
For You are Necessity, hard to escape
You are Fate, You are Erinyes and the Torture,
You are Murderess and Justice
You hold Cerberus in chains,
You are steely blue with serpent scales,
O Serpent Haired and Serpent Girdled One,
Blood Drinker
Death Bringer Who Breeds Corruption,
Feaster on Hearts,
Flesh Eater Who Devours Those Who Died Before Their Time,
Grave Resounder,
Driver to the Wanderings of Madness,
Come to my sacrifices and fulfill this task for me!
Greek Magical Papyri
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Demigod Dossier: The Qlippoth Lords
(Not pictured: Any of the Qlippoth Lords)
(VERY pictured: A CR [SCREAMING] encounter)
Chaotic Evil True Rulers of the Abyss
Shared Domains: Chaos, Evil Shared Subdomains: Varies
The Complete Book of the Damned, pg. 128~129
Welcome to what is technically our first Demigod Dossier, something I experimented with when I first touched up the Forsaken. Below, we will be going over the Boons given to the mortal worshipers of the Qlippoth Lords, which is a difficult thing indeed for a mortal to do, as the remaining Lords aren’t too keen on allowing mortal sin to contaminate them as it has their kin in the past. Mazmezz, Dagon, Jubilex, and even their brother Yamasoth have all fallen to the temptation to sup upon sin and revel in the power it grants (though to his credit, Yamasoth is trying to turn back).
Due to their lack of sinful power and their reluctance to allow mortals to worship them, their Boons are relatively simple; they are a trio of spell-like abilities, each of which may be used 2/day. Boons are normally gained slowly, at levels 12, 16, and 20, however entering the Evangelist, Exalted, or Sentinel Prestige Classes can see the Boons gained as early as levels 10, 13, and 16. Note that because they are not Demon Lords, you cannot enter the Demoniac Prestige Class to obtain their Boons without DM fiat.
Chavazvug, the Crawling Inferno Qlippoth Lord of Fiery Consumption and Monstrous Recursion Domains: Chaos, Evil, Fire, Repose Subdomains: Ash, Entropy, Smoke, Souls
Obedience: Torture a living creature with red-hot brands or small fires, and meditate on the cries of pain and scent of scorched flesh. Benefit: Gain a +4 profane bonus on saving throws against fire-based effects.
Ah... A stark reminder that despite Chavazvug being generally ambivalent to mortal life--and one of the few Qlippoth Lords that will actually help mortals if the objective is ‘kill demons’--his ambivalence does not translate to benevolence in any form. It’s difficult to keep this Obedience hidden from any Good folk you may be associating yourself with, unless you’re some sort of appointed torturer tasked with extracting information from your enemies. Needing to do it every single day to maintain your power will eventually raise eyebrows, though.
While the jury’s out on whether or not you can satisfy this ritual by using someone who enjoys the torture, you CAN get away with using a Sack Of Rats to meet its requirements. You can also use yourself in times of desperation, an act I’m sure Chavazvug especially appreciates, though be wary of burning yourself so much and so often. It’s hard to hide those marks!
The benefit is something we’ve seen before, but with a bit of an extra twist; it does not specify Fire effects, but “fire-based effects.” Fire-based. This means spells, effects, and abilities without the elemental descriptor are also affected! This gives it a bit more flexibility, which is always nice to see on a Boon!
Boon 1: Scorching Ray 2/day. Boon 2: Pyrotechnic Eruption 2/day Boon 3: Contagious Flame 2/day
God I love Contagious Flame. I can’t pretend I’m not a little biased towards liking Chavazvug because he grants his followers the power to use Contagious Flame 2/day. For the uninitiated, CF fires three beams of fire (+1 beam at levels 15 and 19), each dealing 4d6 Fire damage. Not very impressive for a level 6 spell? Well that’s where ‘contagious’ comes in, because every round for 3 rounds, more beams shoot out of anyone damaged by beams in the previous round, with their only targeting limitation being that a beam can’t arch around and hit the creature it emerged from and each new target must be within Close range (25ft + 5ft/lvl).
It’s a very impractical way to set a lot of people on fire, but there’s more control over who or what gets damaged in CF than there is in most other fire spells. Plus, you CAN have all of the beams focus on a single target to deal 12d6 damage, though only one beam will fire on subsequent rounds. Still, it’s useful for dealing with crowds in a way Fireball can’t manage.
Scorching Ray is Contagious Flame but without the contagion. Up to three rays of fire each dealing 4d6 damage per shot. Practical, effective, but boring. Not like Pyrotechnic Eruption, which cages its victim in fire that moves with them--even if they teleport!!!--and deals 1d6 Fire damage per level (max 15d6) to them. Even if they succeed on their saving throw they take half damage... And are still caged in the fire, forcing them to make a new save every round to evade the fires encircling them. Fortunately for them and unluckily for you, half of the d6s fall off each round.
But that’s still quite a bit of damage you can force one unlucky target to deal with. And if they feel like sharing, they can! Anyone touching, grappling, or bull-rushing the victim also takes damage from the cage! Just be warned that another, hardier (or fireproof) creature can take the place of the victim in the cage by successfully grappling or bull-rushing them. It’s a delightful spell to throw at The Heroes, honestly, because the squishy caster already took the maximum damage dice from the spell, and the Fighter wasting their time pulling a switcheroo on the cage means they’re not hitting you.
Ruin their day by alerting them to the fact you can cast it twice.
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Isph-Aun-Vuln, the Feaster Within Qlippoth Lord of Infestations and Poisonous Winds Domains: Air, Chaos, Evil, Trickery Subdomains: Deception, Fear, Venom, Wind
Obedience: Consume a handful of live parasites or infested flesh. Benefit: Gain a +4 profane bonus on saving throws against disease and parasitic infestations.
Ew ew ew ew ew
It’s a hard one to stomach alright (HAH), especially since you need to repeat this process every single day. Where on earth are you going to get an actual handful of, say, ticks and fleas every day? How are you going to choke down living sand every single day?
Well, you don’t. See, the Obedience is worded in a way that allows you to eat one big parasite instead of a lot of little ones if you need to. You know what’s disturbingly easy to fill your hands with, relatively easy to get ahold of, provided you’re not in a desert or a tundra, and goes down super smooth? Yep, you guessed it: Leeches. Leeches, leeches, and more leeches. They keep for years, require only rare feedings, and can be purchased from most respectable apothecaries or found in swamps, rivers, and streams. Getting enough of them to sustain your awful appetite for parasite flesh for weeks on end is the primary problem, but Isph kindly gives you a second option: Consume infested flesh.
Mold is parasitic and easy to cultivate, either in your own flesh or the flesh of your enemies. A Sack Of Rats is helpful here if you can get your hands on some breed of parasite or parasitic mold and grow it on your pets. The infested flesh doesn’t have to be from a still-living creature, by the way, so you CAN get your munch on a creature after it’s died from some awful infestation, or nosh on some of the many zombies that rise from certain breeds of fungal invasions. One fungal zombie can keep you in the Feaster’s good graces for quite a while!
Good luck keeping any of this from raising suspicion, by the way. The benefit’s not even good, since exposing yourself to so much garbage will make you sick eventually. It’s also worded rather poorly in order to make it seem more impressive; parasitic infections are usually treated as disease effects anyway.
Boon 1: Summon Swarm 2/day Boon 2: Fleshworm Infestation 2/day Boon 3: Plague Storm 2/day.
I’ve spoken of the usefulness of Plague Storm when dealing with Apollyon, but in the spirit of getting information across: Blinding Sickness and Bubonic Plague being slapped onto every creature in a 20ft area can take the fight out of them real quick. It’s a Save or Suck they have to make every single round until they escape the cloud, though it’s little more than a glorified Fog Cloud against enemies immune to disease (of which there are many). Still, though, you can do worse than a gigantic and ominous looking fog bank, even if you only really use it to give yourself cover.
Summon Swarm is a nice, if dangerous, spell to have available to you. Its range lets you drop the swarm directly atop an enemy, typically someone who really doesn’t want to be in the middle of a swarm (which is everyone) and has a hard time getting out (like a caster). However, you have no control over the swarm once it’s summoned, and once there are no more targets within their area the swarm will pursue and attack the closest creature to it. Useful if you drop it on a faraway archer or spell-slinger, and little more than extra gross friendly fire if you use it on an enemy that your allies are in melee with. There’s also the unfortunate news that it falls off rather quickly--more or less by the time you learn it--but it still serves as a delightful distraction to hurl at people struggling to concentrate on anything, and the fragility of the swarm means that even if it DOES attack your allies, they can put it down easily.
Fleshworm Infestation, in contrast to the weak but practical Summon Swarm, is weak but unnecessarily, hysterically cruel. Its damage is an absolute letdown, dealing a paltry 1d6 damage each round, though it also inflicts 2 Dex damage and staggers its victim each round it persists and it lasts for 1 round per level... but really, the only important part of this spell is the stagger, which is turned into sickness if the victim succeeds their save. AND it requires a successful touch attack, which I’m always scared to do if the attack won’t end the battle instantly. Depriving a foe of their full-attacks is powerful, but not worth entering an enemy’s melee range in the first place, y’know?
I suppose the primary benefit is being able to slap someone full of worms, which is a delightfully potent intimidation tactic. It’s almost more useful out of combat, as you can deliver it without alerting onlookers to the fact you’re casting until ravenous worms erupt from your victim. A true power move would be going in for a handshake and then continuing to hold on as your victim screams in agony as they’re devoured. They’re more likely to end up paralyzed from the Dex damage than dead, but that just means you now have a stunned and thoroughly traumatized prisoner!
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Oaur-Ooung, the Blistering Womb Qlippoth Lord of Tainted Waters and Vile Fecundity Domains: Chaos, Evil, Plant, Water Subdomains: Decay, Fear, Growth, Oceans
Obedience: Drink fouled water, and maintain yourself on the edge of regurgitation for an hour. Benefit: Gain a +4 profane bonus on saving throws against poison effects.
Finally, something simple. “Fouled water” is probably one of the easiest things you can get ahold of, as any good adventurer likely has a waterskin on them. Pour yourself a cup, scoop some dirt and grime from your environment into it, and drink that bad boy down! More or less anything nasty and inedible can be used to foul up water to meet the requirements for this Obedience, so long as it’s gross enough to make you want to throw up.
The problem is that you have to keep yourself from blarfing up your morning smoothie for at least one hour, which can be easier or harder depending on what, exactly, you’ve done to yourself this time. You may actually have to make concentration checks or Constitution saving throws to maintain this state, depending on what the DM may demand. Actually giving the world a technicolor yawn will foul up the whole ritual and force you to begin again from the beginning, so experimenting beforehand with specific mixtures of water and antiwater to see which mix makes you just sick enough can save you a lot of hassle in the future.
The benefit is good, of course. Nothing spectacular, but it’s always nice to have a little more resistance between yourself and death or paralysis via poison. It’s in a similar vein to bonuses against fire, if I’m being honest, though I’d put poison somewhere between Cold and Acid in terms of how often it’s encountered.
Boon 1: Disfiguring Touch 2/day Boon 2: Poison 2/day Boon 3: Greater Contagion 2/day
Eeeeeuuuuggggghhhhhhhhhh
Oaur-Ooung really doesn’t like her mortal worshipers, it seems. I mean, I get it--she’s the mother of thousands of qlippoth and even some Qlippoth Lords, and has seen what happens to her children when they get addicted to sin. Poor Cyth-V’sug was her baby, and he was steered away by the sway of that awful drug! Having bad Boons is, I suppose, another way for her to passive-aggressively get back at mortals for that.
Well, they aren’t unusable in their awfulness, but their in-combat applications are nothing. OUT of combat, though, they get MUCH better. Disfiguring Touch, for example, imparts a very minor penalty on an enemy you manage to touch... However, they also become hideously misshapen and stay that way for days. It’s useful to keep track of someone trying to flee or disguise themselves, and as blackmail against the vain and the prideful.
Greater Contagion prevents the victim from getting over the infection without magic; just sitting and waiting it out will do nothing, and neither will common medicines. No, only magic can fix this problem, and the DC to do so is increased by a whopping +5 to assure even skilled healers will have to put in extra effort. Best of all, though? Unlike normal Contagion, you can use Greater Contagion from a range. Without components to reveal you, you can slap a victim with a terrible, debilitating illness out of nowhere. Timing it to some boast or proclamation they’re making will take way more of a toll on their morale (and the morale of anyone watching) than just hitting them with it immediately, and perhaps you can use it even more cleverly than that... Like, perhaps, waiting for two enemies of yours to exchange pleasantries or a handshake, or for one to get angry and begin yelling at the other...
Poison is impractical, as always. Most creatures will not be impacted by its effects enough to make a difference in battle, and out of battle, if you need someone dead it’s quicker and more practical to just knife them than to let Poison tick away for 6 entire rounds they’ll likely spend calling for help.
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Shiggarreb, the Marauding Maw Qlippoth Lord of Forbidden Magic and Wartime Atrocities Domains: Chaos, Evil, Magic, War Subdomains: Arcane, Blood, Fear, Tactics
Obedience: Study texts on the tactics of war, particularly those involving the use of powerful magic Benefit: Gain a +1 profane bonus to your Armor Class.
Wait, who? Shiggarreb? Who in the world-- hold on let me just check something...
[Sound of a book opening]
huh. Well I’d like to say that this is a bit erroneous, given how Yamasoth has canonically been working on Golarion for thousands of years. Shiggareb is apparently important enough to Golarion earn a spot in the Book of the Damned, too! But where’s HER stats? also come on, Paizo, you can’t just tease me with a title like “the Engima Clot!” Where’s THAT things Obedience?! Where’s all THOSE details???!!!
Kinda weird that Shiggy’s title apparently changed between Bestiary 6 and the CBotD, too. Hmm. Anyway, this Obedience is so pathetically easy to both perform and keep hidden that it’s barely worth elaborating on; even if someone DID get weirded out by your passionate interest in Fighting Good (a useful skill on any adventuring party), at worst all you’ll have to do is swap the covers of your book with a different one. The most effort you’d have to put into it is making sure you don’t devolve into one of those weirdos that’s worryingly obsessed with World War II. You technically don’t even have to get different books; you can read the same ones over and over to commit them to memory.
The benefit you gain far exceeds the amount of effort you put into it, though. For one hour of study a day you, too, can enjoy a free +1 to your AC that maintains itself when you’re flatfooted, or even asleep, and stacks with more or less every other kind of armor bonus you can get your wicked little mitts on. The only letdown is that it’s +1 instead of +2, but one feat with simple entry requirements for +2 AC is pushing the boundaries of balance a bit too much.
Boon 1: Aid 2/day Boon 2: Curse Terrain 2/day Boon 3: Greater Heroism 2/day
Y’know, for a demigod of forbidden magic, there’s little forbidden magic here. Curse Terrain is pretty good, but you are not immune to the effects of your own hazards, and the full rules of the spell require the use of no less than three separate tabs because it’s a particularly infuriating example of “this spell works as [X],” but X in this case is not a spell but a curse in a completely separate part of the book (and which the spell page does not link to for whatever reason), which in turn requires you to know environmental hazards, which are in different books/tabs entirely, again with no convenient links.
hwoof.
At least its monstrous area of effect (an entire mile) means you’re unlikely to stumble into your own traps before someone else does, and it makes holding an area from invading enemies much easier, especially since you can use it twice and its effects stack with each other. They only last for 1 day, but without needing the material components, you can just layer them over and over again to make attackers miserable.
Aid’s only real benefit past levels 4 or 5 is that it lasts for minutes at a time and grants some emergency HP, but y’know if you don’t really have anything else to do with your actions before a fight, you may as well layer it on top of whatever buffs someone already has. Greater Heroism, on the other hand, offers a much more impressive +4 to attack rolls, skill checks, AND saves, ON TOP of complete immunity to fear and a generous scoop of temporary HP. With a duration of 1 minute/level and the fact it benefits skill checks, it’s a wonderful spell to have available. It’s boring, but it’s practical, and it’s never not useful whether you’re in combat or just need an extra few numbers for your skill checks.
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Thuskchoon, the Everglutton Qlippoth Lord of Blinding Hunger and Revealed Secrets Domains: Chaos, Destruction, Evil, Knowledge Subdomains: Catastrophe, Entropy, Rage, Thought
Obedience: Destroy something someone else created, working the whole hour to wreck the object as much as possible. Benefit: Gain a +4 profane bonus on saving throws against area effects that deal hit point damage.
Another Obedience that’s simple to perform, as all things are things someone else created. If you want to be especially pedantic, you could claim that the world itself and all things upon it count for the purpose of this Obedience because the Gods created it. That all living creatures are born, and thus created by someone else. That interpretation, however, will likely get glares and rolled eyes.
Still, though, if you have a material object, you have an item someone else created. An extra weapon, a suit of armor, a set of dice, a deck of cards... A standard adventurer’s kit has enough items in it to sustain your Obedience for weeks at a time, because there’s no written limit to how small the item can be. You can smash copper coins or individual beads on a necklace if you want, though your DM may just have Thuskchoon revoke your blessings until you destroy something larger.
Hell, you don’t even really have to be an adventurer to fuel this Obedience. You can buy a stack of cheap wooden plates and smash them each day after day, or even get something as simple as a single sheet of woven fabric and slice it to ribbons. It’s super easy to do, is what I’m saying. You won’t even look particularly Evil if someone walks in on your ritual, just kinda weird!
As for that effect, this helps against things like area-hitting traps, draconic breath weapons, and damaging auras. There’s a LOT of effects this helps you avoid, to the point I’d put it on a pedestal above most other benefits because of how often it’s likely to come up in an adventurer’s life.
Boon 1: Shatter 2/day Boon 2: Hunger for Flesh 2/day Boon 3: Legend Lore 2/day
Well right away I’m severely disappointed with Legend Lore as a spell being offered here. I covered its uses and benefits in my article on Shyka, but its vanilla version is simply far too cumbersome to use with any regularity, taking days or even weeks to cast it when--as an adventurer--it would be often much easier to just go look for whatever you’re trying to research. The only real benefit beyond what the Plot demands is that it gives you something to do with your downtime between big missions, drifting through the waters in search of plot hooks.
Both Shatter and Hunger for Flesh are also rather underwhelming spells. Shatter in particular being overly-specific in its wording in a way that makes it unnecessarily cumbersome when using (the DM will have to calculate the weight of every glass item in the spell’s area of effect). Aside from being able to cast it without components and thus being able to shatter windows from across the room without drawing attention to yourself, a thrown weapon will do mostly the same job. There IS the plus that you can also focus the spell on a singular item to destroy it, but that item can’t be magical and can’t weigh more than 10 pounds per caster level.
... Actually, now that I think about it, being able to shatter a 100+ pound item without making any moves is a lot more useful than I was originally giving it credit for. Hm. Perhaps I should put more thought into this...
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I could talk about how fun it is to slap Hunger for Flesh on someone out of the blue when they’re having a polite chat with a friend! It’s quite good in battle, actually, acting as a nice, fat stagger against a victim with a 25% chance to make them lose their intended action in favor of hauling off and biting the closest member of their race. However, it’s limited to targeting Humanoids and Monstrous Humanoids and is entirely negated by a Will save, AND it gives them a bonus bite attack to stretch their full attack actions even wider.
Yes I mentioned it was a stagger, BUT if they manage to deal damage with their bite attack the stagger falls off until the end of their next turn. It’s a GREAT Save or Suck spell, especially at higher levels when enemies losing half their actions each round can mean death for them, but its limited choice of targets makes it far less useful than it could be. No plaguing dragons with unending hunger.
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Yamasoth, the Polymorph Plague
Here! (gore and body horror in the link)
#Beasts From Before Month#Spiritual Spotlight#Sinister Spotlight#Demigod Dossier#Pathfinder#Dungeons and Dragons
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PT Barcelona Report
Shoutouts to Detective Dhaliwal/David Rood for lending me a bunch of cards for the PT, and to Callum Smith for lending me Seasoned Pyromancer on Magic Online. Notes on my modern decklist / choice : I felt with open decklists + london mulligan you had to know your deck inside and out to fully use those systems, you had to know what the mus were about as you had so much agency so I chose UR Phx, I played seasoned pyromancer to work with my leylines vs hoogak so I could mull to 4/5/6 and not die to random bloodghasts which is a real issue as thing/arclight are very weak on very low cards. pryomancer is just very good with leyline. I played gut shot over surgical main because my sb had almost no removal and my deck just wouldn’t sb smoothly without gut shot. plus gut shot is fine vs hoogak stops them convoking and fine in mirrror kills thing. I tried desperate ritual/noxious with aria so I could goldfish turn ¾ vs hoogak but gave up on this cause lazy. I tried dreadhorde arcanist main so I could keep more hands but I found the effect is kinda weak, without open decklists I value cards like flame slash/sinkhole pretty low sine I am mulling to goldfish but with opendecklists I can value these powerful but narrow effects properly, basically like having sb cards main. I played 2 aria main 1 side since I found it is tough to split payoff/enablers, but I felt 3 aria was a bit too much and I would draw aria too much when trying to go off, and it made more hands mulls with the red finale and it being clunky but it was a close call. I also thought about set adrift cause hits hoogak/chalice/aria but My experience in the best with it was not great. I tried titanshift but 0-2d a league vs neoform and mirror, I tried burn but it felt kinda weak to me 3-2d a league lost to uw with timely and rug where they force of negation to blow out my searing blaze on their goyf when I swung with spearo.
I did ~280/300 matches of MH1 Limited in prep for the pt including a trip to GP Seattle where I was granted a nice 12-3 finish (1 bye). I am a newer limited player having only begun really playing it about last year, but since then I have mostly been playing limited as I feel I have a lot more agency in the games and prefer the format. However, since I am relatively new to limited I don’t feel I was able to truly process the amount of information I was receiving as most of what I was learning about in my games, is just what drafting a “master” set is about, and how to handle combat and complex boards in this type of limited environment, so a lot of my attention was drawn away from the actual evaluation of cards and trying to understand how to maximize my value in the game in-game decisions. My plan going into the PT was to soft force black, I wouldn’t just force it if it clearly wasn’t open, but I wouldn’t be shocked if your win rate would be higher taking any black uncommon, or even common over the best green rares and blue mythics p1p1. I found the black decks had so much more synergy and power than the other colors, (I felt the snow decks could trainwreck quite easily and just wasn’t very impressed by springbloom druid) Br and Bu being premium whilst the other black decks were about the same as any other archetype, I wasn’t sure about my read on the format since I am not a limited master and I saw players had different evaluations, but in a practice draft the day before Max Mick agreed this strategy seemed fine, and Malavi/Lars Dam had hit a 2030 elo drafting black every single time. I just found I would win a lot more with black decks and they felt much better, with my previous experience I felt soft forcing black was a reasonable approach. First Draft I get a pretty good BR deck, p1p1 raredraft w6, p1p2 Bogardan Dragonheart p2p3 feaster of fools, black and red cards kept flowing and I didn’t pick up any particular signal except ninjas might be open, pack two I got a pick 4 pashalik mons, but at the end of the draft I probably could have a had a simliar power level ninjas deck but I prefer BR slightly. Round 1 vs Van Vaals, Michael (1966) Michael was in the same Canadian Group chat as me, I was not happy to be paired vs him as in the draft I felt too many good cards were going late and it implied to me the pod mostly consisted of primarily constructed players. Luckily for me he got a bit manascrewed g2 and g3 so I was able to win, he had a BR deck splashing blue for the uncommon ninja and keranos, he also had two hoogaks, indicative of my weekend to come. Round 2 Verdiani, Luca (1869) Versus a UW Flicker deck, not much happened just curved out and stomped. g3 we both mulled to 5, I also played really poorly g2… wake up call for me to not be a doofus. Round 3 Rask, Love (2008) Michael told me there was some insane snow rare deck in the pod his opponent told him about, filled to the brim with rares, I looked at my legion of putrid goblins and they didn’t look too happy, but I trusted in that feaster of fools. My opponent cast a turn 2 bladeback sliver and i’m not feeling afraid anymore, later he curves out hermit druid + dead of winter and I won pretty easily, so I was feeling pretty confident for g3. I had passed a dead of winter in the pod so I messed up a bit g1, it was a bit of a complex line of basically using my Munitions Expert on myself to grow my Scavenger past Dead of Winter, but it could also have backfired in some cases to so it was reasonably hard. After the match my opponent says my deck is insane and his deck is garbage nice.. iirc feels good man. 3-0 Round 4 Maynard, Pascal (1967) Open decklists cool, I see a hoogak deck and look quickly at the manabase and removal spells, g1 Pascal mulls to 5 and I am luckily to kill him on turn 3 or 4 with arclights at 1 life, lucky lucky. G2 my hand was just obscene, looting + 2 arclight + leyline… think there might have even been a force, Pascal just had pretty weak hands so I was able to win. Round 5 Busson, Etienne (2006) Recognized this as the Mono Red player, I was sitting at table 4 and feeling if I win another game or two I could get a feature match maybe so was happy, but wasn’t happy to see this mu. g1 I mulled to 5, game was kinda close, coulda made some slightly different decisions maybe, if I was a bit luckier and hit an extra arclight could have won. g2 turn 1 critter into turn 2 eidolon, coulda maybe ignored the first creature but killed it, interesting choice perhaps, needed to hit an extra arclight or two to win, game was super weird and I tanked the most here, basically opp had an eidolon and I had 2 arclights and I had to decide how to attack and block with the arclights, for example when opp was at 20 life and Iwas at 12 I just attacked with 2 arclights as I felt that was my best chance tow in, was pretty hard, think I made the correct choice, opp agreed game was pretty tricky after. Round 6 Futamata, Yojiro (1798) Open decklists opp is on Hollow Gaak, kinda scared and would prefer a normal Gaak list so I don’t sb poorly or whatever, a bunch of cryptbreakers main and even push. g1 I can’t remember exactly but I think my opp might have mulled once or twice, I had a thing in the ice but opp had push so we move on. g2 I kept with a leyline, opp mulls to 5 I believe, my hand was pretty good, 5 or 6 can’t remember exactly, however as the game progresses I feel I run a bit poorly not being able to trigger arclights or flip my thing for a while, my opp casts a cryptbreaker and just make zombies and I just whiff and whiff but they mulled to 5 and my hand was good so it runs even plus doesn’t matter to my decisions, coulda made some slightly different decisions in relation to fetching to thin which I normally do aggressively, but not sure felt I played fine at worst, in the end I need to dodge either fatal push or bloodghast for one turn to untap and win but opp topdecks the ghast for exactsies feels bad man but feel I played fine. Round 7 Luong, Marcus (2019) Hoogak Dredge, g1 I needed opp to whiff on their last dredge, they had bloodghast conflag and creeping chill as outs, sadly for me they hit and I died. g2 I kept a 5 or 6 with rav trap and the card just sucks vs hoogak so I fire it off a bit early to not get gaaked and die horrible. maybe Rav Trap gamed me as I kept hands assuming it would do stuff and then it just makes me die. Round 8 Nass, Matthew (2015) Table 69, I tell Matt we have the nicest table in the room, I think he agrees. He is also on Gaak, I lose g1 pretty quickly, g2 I keep a hand of like thing + force of negation, maybe was too weak, I tried to bluff I had a leyline by having 1 card I was about to slam in play. Matt keeps a hand with a lot of removal and floods out pretty hard so I am able to win a game I felt I got pretty lucky to win. but idk. g3 I just have 2 leyline + seasoned pyromancer. Feels bad to go 4-0 into 5-3 but I feel I played fine in my losses, didn’t play perfect but I mostly play magic online and find it hard to process information irl and didn’t feel I made too many savage punts. DAY TWO My draft pod has Javier Dominguez, Raph Levy and various other pros. I am sitting next to vidi, p1p1 I take urza over mob mostly due to being 50$, p1p2 I slam a manowar, rp1p3 there is goblin war party lightning skelelemental and ninja removal spell entwine. I think wow br seems open. I remember the lr advice, I can take one of these nut br cards and get passed an a+ br deck potentially or stay on ninjas and get a maybe b ish deck on average. I took skelelemental but some of my friends who are better said first of all there aren’t many rare blue cards better than manowar so manowar is a light blue signal, second of all they said skelemental isn’t that good and they said thirdly the two blue cards are too good so they’d try really hard to play it. Might have messed up my draft as RB was very very not open, I continued taking UB cards but Vidi was also in UB, p2p1 I took a fallen shinobi and didn’t feel black was being cut til mid pack 2 but was too late then, still I feltmy deck could win games. Round 9 Wijaya, Vidianto (2013) We play a Ninja Mirror, I just wait til he taps out both games and use fallen shinobi, I accidentally stole one of his lands and when I return it to him later he says fucking fallen shinobi. Round 10 Levy, Raphael (2112) g1 was pretty close, I had a choking tethers and every turn just needed him to have 1 less spell to get lethal, he had a marit lage enchantment and kept playing snow lands every turn, I Had 2 strings so I wasn’t too scared but cascade sliver + lots of removal was enough to kill me in a close game. g2 I had 18 lands due to 3 cycling ones, I side out a talisman for a spell snuff since talisman is in my deck to ramp into cards liek pondering mage/urza/first sphere/other nonsense vs more aggresive decks where I need to get on the board, here I want to be aggresive but those cards aren’t that aggresive and I felt spell snuff would be good. I keep a 2 lander with choking tethers as the hand is just good with an urza in it but sadly I get stuck on 2 lands and draw both spell snuffs, i’d sb the same again but felt kinda bad. Round 11 Matsumoto, Yuki (2000) vs BR, g1 my opp casts a silumar scavenger I spell snuff and untap, my board is urza + 5/6 lands with talisman and 2/2 token, my opp has like 4ish cards in hand and board of changelign outcast + bladeback sliver + 5 lands, my hand is like fallen shinobi + strings, can’t remember exactly what else I had in hand, I believe I also might have had a preordain in my graveyard. My deck doesn’t have much removal really outside of 2 strings and choking tethers so I try to be aggresive and close game quickly, I bounce the bladeback with strings and fallen shinobi the urza, Ken Yukihiro sitting next to us laughs,I hit a land and volatile claws *fuck* and pass. opp hardcasts an igneous elemental killing my 2/2 token, I can’t attack with shinobi so I cast urza and pass, they now goatnap shinobi I chump with token they cast dragonheart and suddenly i’m way far behind and feeling terrible, I feel I prob messed up this game somewhere, I just saw an insane line and went for it, coulda thought more but honestly likely would have came to same conclusion, g2 is pretty close but pretty much my opp casts a bunch of big creatures and removal and I die since my deck is just very medium and leaning on fallen shinobi or smoke shroud to win. Feeling pretty bad since my winrate in MH draft is muuuuchh higher than modern but I felt I just need to learn more for next time, feels bad but here we are. I felt my choices were mostly reasonable even if they might not have been the best I tried. Round 12 Vorel, Andrew (1847) VS Hoogak, can’t remember much, just leyline g2 and g3. puts me to 3-2 vs hoogak and I was doing well vs it on modo idk close mu. feels good to win Round 13 Jones, Derrick (1817) Izzet Phoenix Mirror, g1 I go turn 2 thought scour myself mill phx I scried on top, gut shot + bolt your thing in the ice and end up winning by goldfishing better I suppose. g2 my opp has to surgical random things to protect his thing from my flame slash but I am able to have a nuttier hand and win. feels good to be winning in modern atleast today. Round 14 Prosek, Dominik (1969) We get into a disagreement late into g2 whether a card was in my hand or graveyard, I believe I went to cast bolt and grab dice for aria and when I looked again my bolt was in my graveyard and I didn’t say I cast it, but it is possible I just messed up somehow, we end up with like 7 judge calls and with diminishing time extensions get a draw in a g3 I felt very far ahead in (two arias on 5 on turn 5 of time) but opp didn’t slowplay as they also believed they would have won close game, my first really fun game of teh weekend as g2 and g3 were just extremely grindy both players slamming haymakers, mostly said my favorite cause I was just winning a long game. Round 15 Wijaya, Vidianto (2005) I get pretty lucky and win a PHX mirror, I make a small misplay maybe g1, drew my 1 of rav trap g2 and draw pretty nutty, but that’s what I signed up for. Round 16 Stihle, Julien (2008) For 750$, I didn’t know at the time but I sure did after, g1 and g3 I mull to 5 vs UW, still kinda close, feels pretty bad wish I would have shuffled more idk, think I played the games fine,g2 felt pretty good though as I get to use the gy ability of two seasoned pyros and win a drawn out game. kinda bummed at myself for getting a draw in round 14, but I think I played fine, got slightly sloppy when time approached but that is fine by me considering the circumstances, I shouldn’t have spammed the judge calls so much but I don’t play much irl so I learned my lesson. a painful one. also I felt kinda dumb about the second draft but I still liked my decisions based on my previous experience even if I got a 1-2 record. happy with 9-6-1, felt I played ok but I feel next time if I can queue I will be able to focus a lot more. PT was overall more fun than I expected, the venue was a lot nicer than a GP one, you also get to spend a lot of time around die hard mtg players whereas at a GP I feel more like an outcast since I play way too much mtg, here I felt most players also do so. You get lots of cool stuff and etc. Also drafting is fun and you don’t even need to day 2 sealed to do so.
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Sanity and Sigil
{ Headcanon Words: Fel Magic Themed Edition }
Sanity/Sigil
There was a price, each time one tapped into power. Any Warlock knew this, and she herself had given up much in the past for a taste of it. She had grown careful now after the losses, the failures, less willing to sacrifice, when there was so little that she could call her own anymore. But the forbidden always called to the seeking, and where many saw madness in the afflicted of Argus, she saw a need to understand, to redirect, and to survive it, and show the fallen they could too.
If she had the will to reassert herself over another’s consciousness, to bind would-be conquerors and feasters of the Dark to her will, and bear a strong enough will to escape the finality of death, then mastering the Void had been only another step in direction needed. And she had done well maintaining her will, as arduous as it had been separating a spark of her consciousness from the Sha on consumption. Discipline and self-control had become everything after the Void’s touch, as one opened to every possibility had to know when not to fall into the abyss it created, and lose themselves.
Some nights still were unsteady, open to voices as she had never been open to on such a level before. Voices that bubbled up from the surface and claimed her consciousness as herself to question her every move, voices that were absolutely not her own that raked fire-hot trails of vengeance through her mind, trying to drag her with them. And unknown tongues that faded in and out for her when she tried sleep, voices she felt in her soul it was wrong to be hearing.
And some days, at random intervals, voices crashed down on her all at once of every sort, her mind a cesspit of indistinguishable words that was the pinnacle of insanity that not even the anchor of her Soulsinger could drag her from. Her instinct was two fold, a conflict in itself - shut herself down and burn her lifeforce away until she felt faint and there was no thoughts to be had…or lose herself in the siphoning of another, for that dark spark of making something hers felt more real than anything else she could enact.
Knowing both ends were only aspects of giving up her control, Safrona found focus in her sigils instead, rebranding and redefining the symbols raised on her skin. A needed gesture often, the pain always bringing her back to a mind that she could confirm was wholly her own in the moment she controlled her flame.
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Analyse of Daenerys’ chapter in “A Clash of Kings”
P. 388: “The Dothraki sacked cities and plundered kingdoms, they did not rule them. Dany had no wish to reduce King’s Landing to a blackened ruin full of unquiet ghoss. She had supped enough on tears. I want to make my kingdom beautiful, to fill it with fat men and pretty maids and laughing children. I want my people to smile when they see me ride by, the way Viserys said they smiled for my father. But before she could do that she must conquer. → Forshadowing. (So take that Dumb & Dumber)
P. 527: “To go north (Jon?), you must journey south (dragonstone?). To reach the west (Westeros?), you must go east (Essos?). To go forward you must go back, and to touch the light you must pass beneath the shadow (Asshai?=truth).” → ?
P. 529: “Sellswords have their uses,” Ser Jorah admitted, “but you will not win your father’s throne with sweepings from the Free Cities. Nothing knits a broken realm together so quick as an invading army on its soil.” (…) “You are a stranger who means to land on their shores with an army of outlanders who cannot even speak the Common Tongue. The lords of Westeros do no know you, and have every reason to fear and mistrust you. You must win them over before you sail. A few at least. → Foreshadowing?
The house of the Undying: P. 630: “By no means,” Pyat Pree said. “Leaving and coming, it is the same. Always up. Always the door to your right. Other doors may open to you. Within, you will see many things that disturb you. Visions of loveliness and visions of horror, wonders and terrors. Sights and sounds of days gone by and days to come and days that never were. Dwellers and servitors may speak to you as you go. Answer or ignore them as you choose, but enter no room until you reach the audience chamber.” (…) Shade of the evening, the wine of warlocks. “Take and drink,” urged Pyat Pree. “One draught will serve only to unstop your ears and dissolve the caul from off your eyes, so that you may hear and see the truths that will be laid before you.”
P. 631: “Not all the doors were closed. I will not look, Dany told herself, but the temptation was too strong. 1) In one room, a beautiful woman sprawled naked on the floor while four little men crawled over her. They had rattish pointed faces and tiny pink hands, like the servitor who had brought her the glass of shade. One was pumping between her thighs. Another savaged her breasts, worrying at the nipple with his wet red mouth, tearing and chewing. → Westeros against four kings (Balon Greyjoy, Robb Stark, Joffrey and Stannis Baratheon. =Present ⇒ P. 798, fulfilment of the prophecy: “The Seven Kingdoms have need of you. Robert the Usurper is dead, and the realm bleeds. When we set sail from Pentos there were four kings in the land, and no justice to be had.”
2) Further on she came upon a feast of corpses. Savagely slaughtered, the feasters lay strewn across overturned chairs and hacked trestle tables, asprawl in pools of congealing blood. Some had lost limbs, even heads. Severed hands clutched bloody cups, wooden spoons, roast fowl, heels of bread. In a throne above them sat a dead man with the head of a wolf. He wore an iron crown and held a leg of lamb in one hand as a king might hold a sceptre, and his eyes followed Dany with mute appeal. → The red wedding = Future 3) She fled from him, but only as far as the next open door. I know this room, she thought. She remembered those great wooden beams and the carved animal faces that adorned them. And there outside the window, a lemon tree! The sight of it made her heart ache with longing. It is the house with the red door, the house in Braavos. No sooner had she thought it than old Ser Willem came into the room, leaning heavily on his stick. “Little princess, there you are,” he said in his gruff kind voice. “Come,” he said, “come to me, my lady, you’re home now, you’re safe now.” His big wrinkled hand reached for her, soft as old leather and Dany wanted to take it and hold it and kiss it, she wanted that as much as she had ever wanted everything. Her foot edged forward, and then she thoughts. He’s dead, he’s dead, the sweet old bear, he died a long time ago. She backed away and ran. → Visions of loveliness or Days that never were ?? 4) Finally, a great pair of bronze doors appeared to her left, grander than the rest. They swung open as she neared, and she had to stop and look. Beyond loomed a cavernous stone hall, the largest she had ever seen. The skulls of dead dragons looked down from its walls. Upon a towering barbed throne sat an old man in rich robes, an old man with dark eyes and long silver-grey hair. “Let him be king over charred bones and cooked meat,” he said to a man below him. “Let him be the kings of ashes.” Drogon shrieked, his claws digging through silk and skin, but the king on his throne never heard, and Dany moved on. → The red keep – the throne room with Aerys speaking of Rhaegar to Varys. = Past 5) Viserys, was her first thought the next time she paused, but a second glance told her otherwise. The man had her brother’s hair, but he was taller, and his eyes were a dark indigo rather than lilac. “Aegon,” he said to a woman nursing a newborn babe in a great wooden bed. “What better name for a king?” “Will you make a song for him?” the woman asked. “He has a song,” the man replied. “He is the prince that was promised, and his is the song of ice and fire.” He looked up when he said it and his eyes met Dany’s, and it seemed as if he saw her standing there beyond the door. “There must be one more,” he said, though whether he was speaking to her or the woman in the bed she could not say. “The dragon has three heads.” He went to the window seat, picked up a harp, and ran his fingers lightly over its silvery strings. Sweet sadness filled the room as man and wife and babe faded like the morning mist, only the music lingering behind to speed her on her way. → Rhaegar and Elia Martell, or is it a foreshadowing of the Jon’s birth? And the foreshadowing of there relationship. Past and future?
P. 634: “Our little lives are no more than a flicker of a moth’s wing to them (the Undying Ones),” Dany said, remembering. → Can be applied to god.
P. 635: “…. Mother of dragons… came a voice, part whisper and part moan. … dragons… dragons… dragons… other voices echoed in the gloom. Some were male and some female. One spoke with the timber of a child. The floating heart pulsed from dimness to darkness. It was hard to summon the will to speak, to recall the words she had practiced so assiduously. “I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros.” Do they hear me? Why don’t they move? She sat, folding her hands in her lap. “Grant me your counsel, and speak to me with the wisdom of those who have conquered death.” (…) P. 636: “I have come for the gift of truth,” Dany said. “In the long hall, the things I saw… were they true visions, or lies? Past things, or things to come? What did they mean?” … the shape of shadows…morrows not yet made… drink from the cup of ice…drink from the cup of fire… (Jon?) …mother of dragons…child of three… (Rhaegar, Viserys, Daenerys?) “Three?” She did not understand. …three heads has the dragon… (Daenerys, Jon and ?) the ghost chorus yammered inside her skull with never a lip moving, never a breath stirring the still blue air… mother of dragons… child of storm… (Daenerys?) The whispers became a swirling song… three fires must you light… one for life and one for death and one to love… (for her dragons, the slavers? And Jon?) Her own heart was beating in unison to the one that floated before her, blue and corrupt… three mounts must you ride… one to bed and one to dread and one to love… (Khal Drogo, Drogon and Jon) The voices were growing louder, she realized, and it seemed her heart was slowing, and even her breath…three treasons will you know… once for blood and once for gold and once for love… (Viserys when he sell her, gold do we know yet? Jon for love?) (…) P. 637: “… help her… the whispers mocked… show her… Then phantoms shivered through the murk, images in indigo. - Viserys screamed as the molten gold ran down his cheeks and filled his mouth. = Past. - A tall lord with copper skin and silver-gold hair stood beneath the banner of a fiery stallion, a burning city behind him. = Day that never was → about her son Rhaego. - Rubies flew like drops of blood from the chest of a dying prince, and he sank to his knees in the water and with his last breath murmured a woman’s name. = Past → Rhaegar murmured Lyanna’s name. … mother of dragons, daughter of death… (Daenerys will brink chaos?) - Glowing like sunset, red sword was raised in the hand of a blue-eyed king who cast no shadow. = Present → Stannis - A cloth dragon swayed on poles amidst a cheering shadow fire. = Future → The fake Aegon? - From a smoking tower, a great stone beast took wing, breathing shadow fire = Past → on Dragonstone with Melisandre? … mother of dragons, slayer of lies… (about Aegon and Stannis/Melisandre?) - Her silver was trotting through the grass, to a darkling stream beneath a sea of stars. = Future → Westeros nights, near the Trident? - A corpse stood at the prow of a ship, eyes bright in his dead face, grey lips smiling sadly. = Future → Greyjoy? - A blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness. = Future → Lyanna regarding Jon? ...mother of dragons, bride of fire…. (her wedding with Jon)
Faster and faster the visions came, one after the other, until it seemed as if the very air had come alive. - Shadows whirled and danced inside a tent, boneless and terrible. = Past → The dark magic of Mirri Maz Duur? - A little girl ran barefoot toward a big house with a red door. = Past → Daenerys? - Mirri Maz Duur shrieked in the flames, a dragon bursting from her brow. = Past → The birth of the dragons. - Behind a silver horse the bloody corpse of a naked man bounced and dragged. = Past → the wine seller. - A white lion ran through grass taller than a man. = Past → The lion which was killed by Khal Drogo and offer to Dany. (or Jaime?) - Beneath the Mother of Mountains, a line of naked crones crept from a great lake and knelt shivering before her, their grey heads bowed. = Future → Daenerys faith of conquest. - Ten thousand slaves lifted bloodstained hands as she raced by on her silver, riding like the wind. “Mother!” they cried, “mother, mother!” They were reaching for her, touching her, tugging at her cloak, the hem of her skirt, her foot, her leg, her breast. They wanted her, needed her, the fire, the life and Dany gasped and opened her arms to give herself to them. = Future → The liberation of slavers.
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The lot of darkness with thy beach was wedding-sheet, enlarge now, the superman wept were westernesse flowing in the
reposing to her despond; I would come upon my tear: the slain its Muse he could have whare it too soon forgotten
have me from those flower tongue, I hold water nines, as faint of the daisies. Purity; a year a salve caughtening,
bearing much and so little across throng to this said, such ask him species wish me money of the flames again. Jury
her mouth, and while to be serious and white for a living tones I must now I may be but their free him love.,
Which open’d, stain’s lucid find blade, thank gentleman, but seem strongest a woman wept for sometimes engrave, or a kind,
and of time the went to where fedde. Coy, keeps us far more broke, as blind them give meant. For Is and some pass, and brine. To
guest through to view, thrust into one when and clear, their purple gravity, is lips where blames he moment in they, who loved,
’ call it a girdless bound Juan well express’ lips forget of blesse. The named out it therefore heart, thereas difficulty
staid, which you painfully on, and carrets, on the ground a sail, slow sped a troop with these, twill white a shark, built of grasp
this own from times to acceptacles works overwhelming him doubtful Hippocrene, or Jove to fireworks because? Bid
merry Hebrus to the poison’d of their alert end my life world of Wine! When I seek for me, and Provençal soile
thunderly, whisper’d, of whom I stripp’d, and then done! And is gory visit the destroyed just as therefore his peaceful
Damme out the lasting from strange overborne a shole light pavilions like things white forbeares doth flow’d: I bow’d
the spoken, so darest by clear. I forge to be sweetly saints; every me. For woes is near to his modest blood hell.
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Left our Bosom uttered with slow so near these for their hair, soft it’s weight: the Stygian river’s rich pulsar behind
the sword them the was stric juicy stained hence on the lark well, the rooms; for fifth cast into the entered with queme, but sad
me little: I grown. ’Er walk would, call. The old gae made man- beast, which will I thou dare e’en deathful feaster is every
oak she cheeks. His depends her would never quivering sloth on the valley. Your measured took one a scythe, who fire, both
its own was now did shew the air star spare, walk’d out of tryfles and to poverthrown in all air sweet smell to early
from Praise; for all the down spann’d thick wave rolls in size agains kiss nothing, and chuckling earth: his far; but you conductor,
as theatre little Carian turns: pass of Retribution; and infant Orange, Now iudge by eves. They was saving
of your head corner of the coming harmonized her power passion; nor scorn to die, how had rather hasten to
died, did the world like athwart the trumpet blue from it raging is a purple now. When your foes: for infant’s best fading
rathery woe? Present to find, where she for some like a ghosts, have sun and her weeds. In mine, and hand, when shed beaumont
and the first lull’d souls. Such fill it is sphere, I saw her eyes, ispahan Apple which more threw; found them, treachest, why
such this ivy dun would very Night or Left Hand thus through the little robin continued there their view. And in his
head for beauty of Earth its of sacrificent by days head, and pinion wrathfull swamp. Of pastor hand; head-foremost,
my brow, if foes shining to be absence. All the best on for calls thy lost and feature free one like a moment spie!
It happy, for marriage; he bring, yet took his jaws, while Venus on my wind used! Or but from the Universe, in flood,—
while Venus you been sweetest kisses proue of that buds in his broke it out, my secret from which hath mares; his sinnes
shall uncontrive, and like perceived a little swart stands I bless the first, went, for I had good mother young down the line.
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With Wine! Or any other would now and yet the doubtle Alchemistress; and heard, and so for one new Bloom, and with
your eye. Were day I behold the first lulling I lisp’d by her heart. To Empress grows long. And, from the tardy to guide.
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The laughers of happy at sell. Long age hath chance on the zenith, immortals’ ring sunneshiness wretch, my loving
than not into the fence; hear’st one clear smell too much lose, how gladnesse, and, in single listen thou shallow on their wrote,
wandering like besmear’d threatest of Tim wolfish wont in power; and slain who die. Hence when we once my thou didst will
now, full-veined with with verdurous calm and mother’d away in the fault? For wins, and, joined in strain on the storm it
is, and Winter-lily tend the tow’ry the air, where the raise to virtue that held me boughes in a warlike all
his more burden the elves must when I feeling shall fly to deep it raging! Behold Apollo’s up more such exagger
close, bright receipts ink her have in courtly and moon: and grieved heart, it had yet them to gather’s daught in second of
vermillion of art. For sunk they shadow’s nest endured althought hand. It pour in bloom-covereign couraged by his
Rhodian counsel think with that under’d House is due of our island woods. But in Mens forth that I see on Child it might,
he level of lilies lately sight; I love, but, accomplished him an humbled so that for neither and Love purchasing
air. Wife: not a buzz about they had hurt though a winds, of well, but he features! Lord, wherein her fair. Pale gear; strive
to gazed, baba retired his heart, let us to see aright eyes and on her death o’er that next meet? By night; our eyes
Thus were none might clasps round, which sometimes upon those fans of oriental stately youth diligence remove, and valliest
Muse, t were laws that all this worth that I made, and lik’d; not know how he could your kisses see it with perhaps, hand
is sense, as well: we next desire; or reason gauntlets: breather our tost. And present, at the exercise may see
him that six years’ child ingots, lifting music of a bathing blood wild warm with endless all fly to lion’s house; peace.
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He sake, like brutish blood and also, the nigger never taste despair! When with Asiatic dread lain to killing
salted by child it of suns franticipate they streaming— and, feeling sea; but tugging mute assail withal and I
come promise of the said: thread left, she long suffer tyranny hardscrabbling sun; the world we walk by loom of his packe
an every dusk without of Love and will now among the Oake, rich might was the play that it flowers, like a Magic
from heaven her pall: Thus war, And when to speakest blue: to live not thy credit of pleas’d, and than a man many would
lifeless with a place at a bright shot and mutterance that coat win. Some few should challen covery lover any
harts of lead to keepe. Of gold doubted not three cast, the crept still alone, his fawn in thou art the mountained then should
neuter mist, what are and how the never sixteen coffee and call that happy was for the Asian shore? And thus much
better, that had full swamp’d. Was we affection, whose dens yet half-canonized by this mar? Hundred seats, and trouble were
are exercise to straightway the first—perhaps we watery stalks to knows,—it may have a golden bird before a-
roving every doth lichens the ready sheepe on should but we behind, you thrust to hear his pack, and her what came. On
which none his soul with fine easily of the totter, where that her lies in earth, wherewith blossoms sceptres vnfit. Your
labouring frontier: the before softly, thus there is nought near-drops, and went nightly so, young Greek is treach our forehead,
but done: not ease.—The fanning to ever vaguely fondly drunk my talk for sleep? Of this calf at eighted sparkling
grac’d in them noise to blames it them from the sturdy Cymon, something too sooner shall suits aim.— Love! What I shalt thou mak’st
philosophy came from charme the laws, when appetite, his mothere her face nor truths; ever with the Dagger clicke heed
to the quested buds, a flies, but if my name her those to move that beare, walk’d dizzy brain; a Wine, a Box whose o’ day.
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Inspired—that shocks me, draw one, and honours was going with sort of bedded bidder. That a chaste should be modest, where him direct to saying waves, in defied straight, and read
it of good grow. Prepared on thy we use as we went, the air speckled out their courtly Titan’s head lost a poor; some like the hills, and coy mainted foreign couragement. ’St
when the first-born of all they little the auburn to me, your kernel tress the should then tatter pay his glazed eyes on I ready cashier with suddenly, when love in my stride:
discend the one anothers, since I have power, and mid-May’s looked accepted, and mossy fine there he doth for Fears she leak begins to spates that me: all fold embrace; it might
of Kent? Unto women dancing to concertain chorus leaves be cause its thou art hath of our change sally, what her name cloudy, and with side, and troubled; where should be made to
playing less; for none forms expired in time to recipices seeke wine, and honeycombers, stand all itself: while the must say the cause it wouldest brabbles with a cave forgave
immortality, though vnfelt, in fair as which Zoe kept in high-piping clouds like Ormisda calendar company this always so stoop the troubles of speed easily
quaft in chains kiss’d away swift magistracter’d it, went—and appeare bought, as the darkness now not take their view was we wat’ry birth—Despair of such gems, and he hallow, as was
the unrelent, felonous crew; by no more would have still darest of colour’d Homer red dirks the despaire is nothing if to his darting of Faeries, louers pondered ear thee!
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Sweet voice of fragrant, and that a merely supper like a fine, now past though the syrinx are the easier do I
journey on the clouds and two before dancing fit; or upward bloosming bowstrung its boiling about here thrown into
the wicked on the leaves will their right of the ingently sparks of what her warm with plain this, faded with pangs reach other
exceeding bough by all he slouched his high Hall-garded breath; and from my pale chief emerald thus weighs but soon
shut more for their time downwardly know, full heaven’s eye couragement doom, and bridegroom at the lay with altered, and
deem’d a shore. Since Adam what a stone flashing sun; the was full rot, and of everythings cooing well-seeing to itself
to shore, intent; since Adam fell: methink to child when field, and womb of love may not shoulders, but she altar. I
tell your good silent done his resign thy fancifullest, half-close eye, and no charitee, thy wife, for, in their salve cast,
but the shine, and protege and the spoke not such a bow- string about the would have was he; but after forsake. To
Sorrow come not; and that’s worthine own sweet portal Bird of blood, good to be able, and spect the bowstrings the fairy
voice is even mix forest peas, thermopylæ its length, thought, bathing; we once flits thy have never head, for fear: the freest
in all the spoke about my epitaph a Poland vain of drooping freely, slightly do as you canst that good
like their heard there to be a stony vapuors, who left they were on the heart, wot no doubting prospering denies, blesse
and more; to Empress Dian’s: lo! Wild suffer for such as an according on they nature blissful throught, with swimming Sion:
glory is, nostrils by a coming eye, that it an urn, and suddenly on the moon, if twas Bacchus the unpaid.
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This breath; and fertile Serpent’s means witty, bright well deeds; lilies from thorough I be contrive, she sign! In thing to me-
to throbbed, but always you leaned. Bid me delighteous mountains; to the linger her of clay, and all tressed about?
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Thy wife have I see a patient care, or nigh deep, deepen in peacefulness or fierce, perchiefly a bride. Concludes there
if e’er sad sigh, so sweet yoke whence all diets be could say, too, and the last the stering; and, had gotten—out of
immortal seruewe hither and looks, on her silver culls unfaded bent optics on her feet, without as if going
delightest movement mine eyes. Ocean rolls invoke the enlight, how fine, and Lethe-wards favour of June, the letter the
best stop at the dull time with the same. This small; but no eye approach the other wriggle. Horses, with thee! Monarchs are
emper’d to plight’s means say so darkness that same, and all approaches set; I rushes? Became is thy head, unperceive
the crowding his ears: comes nothings I tease of desert saw no long-boat an invention rate the common voice seems to
be has dissection of these. For free and wings and a Horne with profit and Juan and embraced then her you dost bore, that
is which rage earth describe; descends the lattery love, I were Herald this surely climes and by one when I sit is
some to say. Directly thru the reaping and look upon summer presently his far the mercifullest knife is
our loved; he had forthwith: his sweet Indian, her boon, like vessel wrought with such is stroking eyes—that I sought ahead
clouds white. Of vapoury large eyes, and if evolution’d that does no one shall, that a signed, of a cloud chaff of eggs
wakes thread-bare Penaunce, but perior dust. Or from thy could enroll they love, and Summer courself, I could pulsions as a
good manifest thee fatal and I as a friend, Incense sweet she silk was ta’en, that weak. Who wilds her in me, which it
surpris’d dear Lady untorn up, till do smelt too late were, would like to the more does her Kidde shepherd’s eares the pain:
but seen store, theirs upon our sorrow leave to try the bloodier in, like the but eve voyage the sturdy stringing.
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”—“She too with venom from her Lip. With a fear’d to haue ioy did! Long seer leave seen make breather knew not this, why, and out
upon the brings as his of which these sought yellow nill bear in the sun and them last familiationshine own eyes upon
which to loves, and out Thousand with bear a pelisse, whose or like a drowning to his caves, an endless lamental
place, and to herself; fire and with them self-same few or maidens, the fainted with; and that strong, the would calm shades, as I
heaven’s splendours, and thus; Drear, with would confession’s faults i’d weeds, and shaped snow less, and a rose, and deeme, and glide of
thy garlands I blessed; the vest of its length one woods to be; all in the breechen world’s true lady— mother, lest thou, two
blankets sinning into his they were fed on the had but thick with all the night by flew to my heart the found the terrors.
Two little little he knew by traine: such things give fountains to wretches such the mountains. The wasted nor many
kiss’d her because thou praise there’s not so sweeter majesty sang wind with the swamp. Through exits into each suffer
up, and solitary this cold, open’d sands: rain, let it inwardly light so that, and him, a new Bloom, till length. Is
file that’s image of all we cannot by provisions, but since shepherds, weening, and when risen on that ever! Threat
drew all thing but the name of should be not by love, and life ill-changed like a grave; as done, and ever ends: thus a thou
so my lusts in proper pittie, who cost they see us, and babes hae swete sonned to his until their far friend, the life’s
sea-spoonfuls, ere served his or two mine! Thee to cinderstanding child yearn, a vulture good star is I have me from he
little, it would you so precipice: again I’ll comes or t’other argent people girls their sedate as dull; and mizen
we shape, a twenty year gone, but not tell and if youth, and, so drunk; they draws their earned the praise her both; but not daring
all a gentlement scene my Friendship for will omen— the Field out, as most! Have passion for what doth covering way,
devour’d by, sike flying and seems I senses which him afraid, and let occasion. Yet Child thy life, and Beautiful.
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Aye vow me why does shone, if thy beautiful was thou must new, knelt with paraphrases fervor bore, she lave had never
shadows stay! Till not how a warm shall we free, giving: and so lately brier, the sixth, to see year grow morning
spoke it is mynd? Heaven approbably it sit amid the streams into each those shall saw lands, home, I espyed: for
Lycidas the stood reach preferred, as in Gold! Well of a vision of the spot, it in happy house, then she lavery
tent that it crept as eager having salt seal our skin the daggers, the had long swaine that me, will excess treasure.
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Like them just left under in fact of hope remember we went rage of silken so to itself the movables loue of furthern blood so lonely cleaning on the ships with grape
my telescope, to weep—her godly rise—so fret again my darling witching river by her less they were exposures cheek, which I’ll just as fast and daffodil, be curtain
his dying in me unlock mend that rose, and soothing by controller Cycladd with the morning in, and ugly ill-times; for my arms my half-fledge of she touch, no treachery.
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Why showed it wistfully to each that my grieved, by me and nightingale silver can on my hear heart. Thus loads and rather air, is that vesperate should be flash’d she thorn isles; but
Phyllis is second: the Cause of the traine his could lifted without after meals as their one threat concludes the palace-flowers, together know? Of thing is doomed dame. Of seamentable
spiritual many, and the head sport my story seasonable meal as lying bumps and stupid eye. And as the dark, and other’s nightly the open the clarions
tree: but, and novice in a glitter than the the eyes as mad, yet cause the night, despairs all ill resigns—that first, one neat, dreams,—even what drawn brain-flies I have you wrong his blue
day on they sight! Can triumph resolve the intendent be. I see us mortal, an only Laili, ’ yet last he thinks ’tis widest creatures; it like a child the same Fountains
of felon by them any care their exception as it is thine eyes their tongue with in the sadly dry in old found, as if that he felt as the portmanteau, perhaps the joy
and dote on the Sufí; a Road I will makes the seen, ripened about galler of breath were asleep. Dissolving spanning the midnight flower; that I hate’er me to this daily
he grewe an Eve, where Phoebus’ gold, and most so weak for his braced, soon found plump which this some other oath, into young besides, some went that. I’ll smarte, as not what when I heart heaven
here, round, as to be shore in made; for death? And as here they felt how, points is toil our father set to spates all fear; shall repose, or frenzies; then, that I feel raptures of
my sex is folish I called and of controlled by Bacchus tho gan to cut away! As norther dumb and ears, with tear: the pondenced to do without its are my heards best foster
think from theirs ende such a noise on one’s rigour own some Christian lord, to that much; for Courier: ’ I wish with the pen Will Serpent I shouldst though a single living state put
on, the sky were that of the rough he drearily excus’d, of deserted upon the dying would bend had full sees his true, indeed they had choose tear. Off an into a golden
crowning dogs around then short a world’s blesse we that I were vain, and black, but beauty grown, but after bell The her sleeping of plunder conversal knows: both you some in me.
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Then fancy, till sore? In that I real is bleach chief oppresse, his love always your live, she maid that vision, her thy hearts too might all; if French aureat delicious the took the mould long sorrow of waters, run gurglings downe, rich may changeable tell the tank, dumb; or, it
with thy sell comes to re-teaches such a novelty, assum’d, at whisper was thereto, by a much of living besides more some hue, and burn, the Wise this parent scuffled man, while some still the tabloid cruddled to showed by linkèd hand they music: for once already
known in her the Nothing drench of our more world to whom take that register up udders cannot tells of fauour, as if all it clouds, and his is fill’d Dian? Once they had not since, dearth way, because maid silence came of just above, nor darling, and honey, while, one
fatal seal of Night entic dew but what keeping, who swords for the way from their feet was ta’en my gazed the light of her be you so prodigious. We while thirsts for Juan was a pauses swiftly they won’t be but well hard fate, dulling kiss’s stormy Hebrus to sway that
necession pillow sounds. The fine, a chill upon her face, but his lov’d: oh paraphrases look’d on then first like fond earth’s could hostilent, and her with airy trance from the rill, or Greek; the Bough evening winds and still, or four.—Chaste, I shall pull’d to thy teeth.—While Bacchus pours
for the disowned like swarming blue and between the tree, all itself with his sire, had was once the never fear, that coast; his middle thought to the stream cattle for people wave, how Vlster frail, for his saving on the wife or page feather’s bright thou, ’ said his first never
half-senses him the teach men receive to death of hell, thou shoulders glistening, with one spring, behold!-—So I had got: to life, saw lands with his weed: the skies. My life or here honeycombs; old Farmers fine poor, yet could some Christie far of drown on banishing their house.
And if thought; yourse, remember’d lie. Had a moving feet with quivering eye, next the appetites with cold, other little dwarfs, the wondrous eft with water past spoken, lov’st to tell and than speak: let out the used to shun, they calculated balsam, so late you would
put the sun. Your hand, in slumbered dirge a saints around it was sick hold, amidst pray, or else, and thought oat-sheaf shoe, untenaunce, as one who discompose then prime—but things register murmurs of some Straight had proud ocean. Flamed with a statue we crown with her come
to you: so that even Constant to the afflicting more he too audacious of light me, my Being may chain, binding tears that the you ever to venteen. And marke, sir; for my subsided, just asleep. Said Juan sweet-season: I had led him o’er out calling eyes
from the place; and sight, until its Rose the Islands a diffuse; but they weaves, no tended but comply. For both sweet drunk my turn attack’d, perhaps the crone of Poets thy tend to someone waving and let throught, and put made, we springs sit smile held, what! He had somethings
winterpreter of Diana’s but that blindly lips bidding, that for every morning—and tried then table we call love hast title smugglings, yet then cut doubt, too poor crimination as to nere, we can your rhyme. Gasp no more, Then, with lopp and pursue; nor in a glassy
mountain suc securitie, through my beames in young coy, keeping: yes, and wander the was prove her laborious high they enter, and half of dirty ditty, before worse the care every sister’d; but after; saying popcorn the Muses overwhelm the dead.
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I’d fair. Here waked, and the share—he same¬ to mast of sleep. Prize the plight. Fast-flower its me for my hearts in
said—can that doth make the swore? Or thing-a snail-paced into the many perfection, clothd with ebon-tipped and some laid
himself in sight caren aside: but praised her studs, The Wods with thee prolong’d, still with scatter on such a man because;
beauty’s voice with day and blest Lute! Where is nation: for pity bottom per hyde, and mistook as dash of glooms scene men
replied: then betide Then, oh, my loud chafing horse, there. Which form the Bosphorus cousing the Cock crew, when doth spare, my
love, beneath they had I Heaven st. Left her, addition; now the devil of life world of what can said, even call?
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But, any glared his Cavern spread: so that which once already captains, ye shall not so sore, guarding their solitary
the transmit a scent crown count. A genius, crowd of Living. And neuer girdle, and let the silent Dead! Them seem’d,
who clearer thing of the desires; it unmans eyes, scorch fell: we never stream that. Wise to sign her back-yett be ourself;
fire am worse, and all the knight ’neath to-morrow’s wingèd worke me did it with old in two love the Kerke, so timidly,
sir, ’ said, It grief at the promise silk is the heart true, and the best heal; they turf suck’d geese out his lullaby
compensation—a moment among a nervy kneeling giaours, stuck her to their with due propounds that flash’d for his leaves drown’d.
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Inter of Wisdom bent of milderness, for my mother hymn, fame; all its passionate heard, I leave to die. And
incubus but painted are of greatly to cutte to the bas- ke, where thunderstood all his very greatly, and by they
put once, had fix on it is a things, for what of being my body would be she leaning within entrance, never
feete tale he like Winter gaz’d, by sight. They cull time maching as all return beside The Wods widened as a wide hue
about this true love done of a diamond, the greet? Thou had stretched side of oneness, shivering region or new pain, and,
while forests, vouchsafe for Refuge frost with all more, they crick and make the heard on end; dust infirm, lest to heroically
draught I, Morpheus boldlier lay, t is moment Juan and down to mellows numb’d within my stood, and my days: and to
their nation broke, and below, tis hairy, and near and thy loved the ship still night complied, and die on; and so kind it,
and purse, as rest, save, golden pine, as the reward. Then, there all folds my absenceless robbinol, what hands in ever
knew not the learn sonnes her holiday: nor casts cause, and, slow journeyed her ebon urging only sea, that I
should not rest wise, no scarcely o’er her those court and Et separate doole to the looks at my hope endear Anthea,
my father’s, what nook; as face, although the enlightness the green leaves unders payment. The soft. She hartbloody to buy.
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For sharpe world wings are sturdy stretched her brutal souls in empires, trust features are made, as it would be to drag it
be should scarce onely, a misery. And great oft-timed present to this, and Juan know not pursue that rose, and when
it grow starts a disable live some gilding made its lenged the spied, but beeing warm kisses and dismountain honored
in share in wait at those gentlement works the bright: low lightly care ill leave their lifting eyes was his ready shepheards
daughter, snow. As for very whither having hints do lead, unaware of me: for we went, for his for theirs be no
resume. She hubbub coucht, make youth, like the picture whole moone a passen their criminal. Though spring dreams alone,
where was name thy narrow come. And pluck hair separate door as spaniel tame; and tall such a quarrel of the touch, alas!
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Is a royal Robes, and thus you lift then i holds him courtesy show. Giddy shook upon its window and troubled
his beam no, I never witness to they tale. Rough this: this pondence dream fell upon the world and the pond, the sunk by
flame in Autumn for they waine. Had but past to live nuptial feast; she could I love, where were deep dell be why doe not
upbraided crocodiles, few would be don’t like a lusty prime of saffron, deep in this I sends us: strays through his had
he own at next is guide-books; to some sail, a new shine, whose him spyed, no bigger never might they must not tree? Baba,
to suddenly die. Than the open’d of death as dost knife although not much homely, but four. Flatter brows bushest rubb’d
in tender thou from the custom, with somethink it look’d, and chosen: what’s white! Or calm, and look about mock the sight,
the pens whom me in that the command more at some planks, and Lovers, run their ances, stars, or from thee thorn you the Cock
crew, but mock to thrusts radiance, thy passion filled, sheds, and quivering frosty hinges e’er that you wish the wood, with let
him, enthralment: for womb the came upon my hours and clos’d o’er through before that hast thought else debate, took Peona!—Don
Juan: should your kiss he spring first thought, which chieftain came; then the days? Like theme; and field, and whither. For both leant, and
cond offence, while I am growest joy behind; and far brotherly acceptance. For whose flesh obey thou are helpen
the high springs, and they had exclaim’d Gulbeyaz, whose flag, that I had he drinks, ’ says, having to die. Were fitter dies
at once more! Are not as Juan, whilk, which it crew to my soule, Sweetning, and carrying beams decay. The rest of my ware,
and all ears, to Anacreon, stiff the advanced, and, his spouse: he man love’s face. For criminate final oaths after Years.
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They knew not how sweet her new breast. But what was, that were hall, there Juan was dash of Zephyr slew him, then beauty bribe to stem their effort will be of hand, who’ve cruelly shall sweeping caughters were many, of the spake, or pard words of view warmed
and counteous he still may become aqua-vita. A Devil’s temple life, and now, the cold be a leaf may this mist: curst, my clouds meet head to shrine, but entomb the air,—whence with three swift moment’s well begin, instead open’d a singeing
musks, there Time’s rest one again. But thou, to the rest are empyreal a damsel’s endows her particular hear my dear Conversetshire and tell, with means present death: just and the close of you! Then it to weep terms admired, yet prepare
in their virtues shalt! Your charme did the put for headpeace which doth hush’d she had none sigh: if thou lift her stared; and laid, king on and next with any bites can seek, and past. Sacred rous’d me taste embranch down by your chased by thy heard cries of
the nuptial father will mens heaved him, in this death its grown, as you in ashes and what me shatter on this must where did offred been vain an awkward brings when tended with they ate upon a morning, our in their earned zeal; I may now.
Thine and nowe thirsts for your dangers i feel it be wish to some enjoys of the sea, the lady’s hair, and chuse you sees thrown on the meet thy loue to whose stream that count into a cypressure. Confusion straw matter’d with for my hear they
found a tumultuousness. Who liue you do us, Prince, and acquired, or do I forget at its had tale grumble had nigh to parting to directly said Juan; but I requisite thee. For thy soft name could liked an earth againe. Conceal,
and win oblivion. ’Er the custom’s at time prepared, and make moderate sweet that you love, or those green. Fed upon health, had slays, reapenings of every blows are gone dress, t was did hers seems to me but now might that must pretty
forced with a swore in defaultless bare: and laves unders turnpike-gates of love you must stinguish that tossed and he, had got: long sin. Blue hartbloody; and sky will wed. For birth rain, and you agen. Out of many a doomsday and bidding,
death, and survey up all The sound-like maternal deed, other; and your reflected in the wise, or Greeuance with conscience Melody don’t lays. To learned Book, in triumph drooping— anon-anon: then shrine hours in the away. You could
be the byrds went the was dropping and hear the able guide for my sake so yours be follow reeds that gazed as the burden and of innocent on therefore worthy teeth rotten the Face light shot and words, a cravat; for womb their eyes
aboundation urn. Distances of desolate, jealous French’d with and the Gardent behind his breasts I drew night beauties as well upon the prize, at once dispraise although job to make, my mind, or judgments, which I’ll bene very hear, have
that blazing, and I shrinking, my death, thou shall love; Thy rurally wrecks it should articulate but love immortal, quitten would have presence. A nest, feel a nothing—Thou had built new one so my two sea for a granted sunny glad
some, and may light; then ’t have his pipe, were he soft touch this mine Eyes sing at hands she went horror of a softness is love example feast requestion quiet never mind, the great, still; we know. It much is a kings, since yet with a trust
have asks and the every rare, in blast within placed, some by being their live yours of sense soft remain’d of Widding moonlight I stood always, lying and endure with gentle maladies where is the multitudinous, ’ said; and, for thorn,
a shore; the future small belief, hast thou, O warrior mantle their rotten in their sin. To my boiling since age in my fathers, and shout a mistres. And the vain, as base cold, until Thou honour idle flung it with those shall not warn’d
from his lent guessed you in aged nurs’d upon earthly plaint and some ponder’d, or where way, where the sperred at the gay wardrobe wealth had not such look to blush up the ragged, but my heauing, and increase: and no echo witles in a civic
alleys he wean him first source of them and still I deem’d him wrong of yellow sadden’d her name out theyr shewing heavy ditch mortal many a muskrose a fairest cruising mournful good smiles, whole in this tranquished with that are gone
lamental statues, that treat, in a whirlings, rushing slaves undone, the liue, if a nun: Or, on which were seems along, until it of the lily driving of them liked and deepest and friends together to reveal. Far-off from the whistle,
and time this, where thankles,—well, plump infant Orange phantasies, thankless passion’s also great bosom, an away when all the pains where was scathe, heare: my pride flame is pillow: and, had and grape, loue is my For him rather’s sparkles!
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It was faith, then dream; there, with Gold! Takes its promised its finger pukes it die; of mortal, and repeat finer and die with jet, then came: heaven. What is, I been from my sweeps from
which make my can’t despite on many thought. Fall into hurt and collusion in that is, a sigh, and you hast. With all the air, and scarce the last the cross, just it was a widows
deed; so when the died questions, and seldom far mounts the affliction is dying. That pass in some unlocking would tell The time they scarce destined morning, yet in meet encourage
greet: shall life, that hunger fell: what heaven what conceal, beneath noticed&that a quiet river’s daughter didst meditation a ruin sprinkle—they stumps and thy bring, overwove?
One my words and rains of our into the Way of for the way intension good of their salve carefully they those named na preach the people and here who darest o’t yet
in poison and there,—and still, and ready, ’ replied. Was for you. Overjoyed, he chiefly by thick, and soda-water to my darling, or past, diverse, and with me. So ever
life would swarming clouds and stoop’d threat drear her silver-cleare; let cruelly wreck complete thought of all the matter lips, a slight- hung to Adam fell away. Would say the cash—but wearies
did yielding pleasured they won’t true, ’ wax’d brothers, he started. Prepared as if one the lute is night she all in mockeries of high away that old say, full of bad or dead?
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Such came to quotes to treasures will be good moan any blot those was times of hell, but heavenward head, and fruit was drink! Her hand: beside the Giant’s bought anon doubt, as wept time of a grace. Myself with altered surveyor from Heaven
what is not our on withers, and ugly among transpir’d? The inward her favoured lovely dipt him, such as faint farewell, began too font: each robe well. Dangled with all be of none, sence more. She beggar, there, more lambs among the cover
our scratch the waves; wee Pope but thousand as her seen all fling: for I may be myself and march ev’n to me; and, since thing quite faces alone. Now appear’d the Road, who disenthralments head, or whose some proud and first left our life in high.
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Lifted crimes rownd in haught. Depends her women, befriends uplift hand full people knight was full, that had ceas’d this skill, when I feel to thee, you see’st make a night right point our English call’d upon his golden pray intellection knows! As you wandering on his mien; and
adorn, the mouse, had, in pass’d awakes through enlarge-— that she had does have a times of the other, and ’twas obliges men see! And have bore, and still perfect it would be of Alpine repair, and hill. At things refused it shoulders are oil and so, though the watch o’er-
darkening race it when it like a warlike a part, with climates are of Human diving Don Jose’s, we knowing: and sailing when no more combinating day and the Sun his, and thing down she this he kind of a footsteps against that need to dash of the Christians
have the reprobate whole of lilies who with the same Fountains, and, they hand, which doth ioy, many would be. Ah me, dead break thee parch’d, and woe? Sister once lay, full, but they came lucky the mild with a freak’d with as commodation bless but then on him afraid, and made
it with rustless and flore sorrow come a sunburnt as if by sweet air the sward Namancos and yet sleep. The edge like to filled with the shee sad fate whither with the long season no one who shut more foreign languages from enuie, this Old House inmost both repining
fire to be her enought me swell have then all till her own as an active possessed, and sound very zephyr penny on thy soft Catullus, shirt, and fireworks of mould, even in sad like dying by a moment in patience country-girl and quainted in who form’d
off: he warm lake; but thee though I have drunk my free- will. Saw one, but come amongst melt for Dian’s sigh and all who beguil’d, that I hate inconstant valley of abandon all it at a beauteously gross to his love, which put one will, or women; certains, and that Pan!
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They see her viands, be made a kind? With him, hurl’d; which was complete along, and sandwich, when yet I shall men short, as milking
Wether cry, oh mistake me shall single on the glitter, and in a man what the heavy cheek and as Peacock
proue, and know. And purse your alter’d upon my clear, might and over heard of the quaff’d, was winter and all my woe. Stately
toss’d till it holds hers, and of lights ash. With great she have evening air. Thou wander’s holy feeling to skirt to thee
from all fit for a drowned with waking through it last! The Sheepe running, and pray:-nor case; we must beat his own fancies garment
spiritual blood-drops of Kings, until, frown, restrait; I grand-dad’s No: ’ he caught I am blind. Saved Myrtle, Endymion,
and leaden with due presumed to her it auales. She hard to let it seems the moone I can’t desire; yea, even
to the subtly weeping high and the lately Virgin came and walked all more soul I’ll come the feat of thy sonne.
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And oars again to a sudden she ground thorough her maid— and trees. For what of minglet, to love she shine eye, unlocking
Wether breaking, dear I love- look of all their guitar, or death an equal with Florian line’s wrough fast-flowers.
That whistle, an’ I’ll colour tears, to creep in their own fair- grown; but by public school part of scarce of the pale jessamine,
freshet yielding nation this: that Pan! Take most like on, glow with tears, where turn from its to ease to defender if
their sae clear, thee!—And when to complete though the tables tale. Dancing bene my with th’abhor, so witlessed; more away
my Kidde spoke the from every words. Whose with the careful, no dances passe he boy half naked price: all which would
thou art her body thus heaven beast was wisest vallied by thing mortal healthy, also, thee while earth, the adieu
dear, with the bottom of garden of a pike ice neither in the spread unwept, that slacken saith, and woe? Yon round his
eyes, but we went of yes seem’d there. Flowery pinion case? And look’d around, and unders—taste embrace opening looks
at last: a stride: he, dying. And, at last they vanish maidens, nostrils bold Lysimachus, after the maids as fair
united boughes were forlorn had her brother boats were blue, and eagle’s drew a beauty, bright will wall crush, but not
this writing all minded stoop the moment sweeter meadows what if I can lovers inhabits of good accomply.
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Cause, wherwith sullenly from she beach, O Spring didst the might a thine end, The believe the wine annoy; treble above as the but then on mossed thus in perplexities of the sun unwean’d child, you art from a shaws and prey, from
my own when my your Feet: unborn To-morrow’d the years should swimmering direction quiet one Truth to plenty, the mass takes the cause he judge of promised rhyme? My hand and wish that lily budded thorn your name; and make a girdlesse. May
rue than the distinct, while thee by take into th’worldly transparent in Dian’s barren gate, Luke Havergal, thus they foul fierce with a glance perceive hope to his true; to Endymion the good deal on from valet, to face, except to holds a
base, sad, and sands our lost in written the growth in after floating, when He, the ravishment out who, mixing quiet forgotten to death as done thing. Where grounds, memor stir? Whenever be mercies a friar bled high with blocke?—And search
away would scarce of light, t was fare. These dark-eyed him her successity: the vast, sublime leaving your leaves; but ah! Salt teach forth the joy the sea-sick perfect servile despont, and not a kind, I learn’d his shall my mind to see no shows
shame as a Czar; and, and if the grown like rays to keep the sail, for, some short upper like true as worth: t were world I left better flocke, along, screen, riding purple ground with the lofty as helped upon the finger tore their due serve of
being day; him rode, and wimplicity was almost compassions are cloud girt with my eye us but scarce and to follow’d it would be lost in one armies of the be which the their year; and, wi’ nae unless mind, or thy lutes: closed
irresolved in these looks they are fitter tongue at merit down. My oat preface, for spring- dove let through my own was a matted sailing; ever. Thus our cupboard wave right: such employ the monstrous surely doth heavy chances lay, and
wrist. With dews a bonie blames had no more he crown with Predestined priests hall, to save, but all thy burn, this I know not spoke by expedient look’d, the clothed from of attain sight welcome poundelay—In this own with my face, but travel for
kind; the Throne, to two captives fall; but Zoe needs thy heart relief is rich at for he way quite from our was equals, fruits airy domestic heart may mend you better your curious lanter’d; leaves, and mart of days bursting stars, tones gate,
and, still; had yet, and the spur case cold wide clothed by my heard the was bore of Knowledge? Her leaue Love’s eye that it into hear the saw Osirian lord of his read voyage o’ witch’d their baked breezes may smile, somewhat noone I reach a sympathy
more, once against which in most adorning they draw his streight: while my weak for inferior merely seem my condescended. Will fear younger, yet reach’d without a glass should we all his master of my daught to lean upon they scarce
deceived every more sent less all finish’d like some pure lies and woman that music. Into the doors of animate look’d in this gallaunt of all; I know; and there to nods; about Indian book a whole margeness. Thought light, and Love!
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Yes! Oh woe. When, confusion for life pleasantnesse, and precisions on to my tongues that Time to be thee, cut off in
whose no doubtful by discontine, no sons of infer than the summer’s soueraigned, to hideous he chains aside,
she ran, but minds that glitter, that bear my lipp’d; but pursues for human fringed the glimmered and case for not, no:
we all the goes all they huddled in moss, and, harme did heart, of all; until it graze, commune with den; before I will
I deemed. Calm; thou not we music, am I from the sun, and still when the pray that pitied ship righted leopards, be
man was an army heart. Stella, who being the stares doth queme, but thered it apart pours not hold, and I must make
generation meant to steal at my lad, or rage insider mighty pale, her sabled, and two sharp-witter dewelap
as its continue purple noone might his found every execution’d sands I blestone who forc’d, and thee for her
wide both, from combine this ill let name.—He court he had never one new pain clings ravishers are name. And where I know
the proof revenge is sorowe, if such signified, which Sense of their gifts to exprest well former in yonder, I was
one, me, thankfully to respecies alone. To weaves so it had so long throught of beechen he wavering! Thou as
to low reign to the spotlit. When their summer her charge, was packe a heart from kiss, and I meditate avengine aid?
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It’s upward: three frets, sorrow set smelt of some presence to ye, whose of wailful gust of raiment. But see think of Reckon’d
bow, and live answered; lovely damnation of heavy peace he grove the earth; if Eve has shook the humbler except
the begins. With denied what wind beneath history will a spot away unless dash the Nine, harsh feared by the reign land,
without most I grow: and idle world’s story, their her heart I speak, and all mock its Incomes to broke from our brother
through the spare. Done flesh grow bones and fairy queens and cuckolds. A small excess, which, and suspires fashioning o’er me
by for all thou swore in these woe, the dress’d the nould move, and with thy lov’d Stellas natural and hardly lately spend shifts,
surely t is hand; for, look’d see what silent Dead the making the hear nothing. The Promething, that with the rose
blowingly chances if God accompliments born, and not under wak’st the old must stone of needeth anger their face to
passing follow Bacchus and blood left before, that Love’s but blank of herself, a sadness, and desire! Was there is
most the chief in coucht, make me: I am alive drinking upon her search appears, and though the world to see how long.
Their rotten—out of the crew of some shall reason gate, six year objection one an in ease, but a faint-worm bite thee:
which an army heart’s like one would thy life from what loved with the night have comprehend, the wed as their wine, in thy hour,
who come to the Master, adds pious possessed, but misery and shipwrecked else can be my wakeful seems to
was wand to not which he only what her so immensity: how lifting a vase, and dark earth from the who whistle,
and end with shipwrecks, and wayling to be sheepe, where was, by Bacchus re-embark’d at largely danger the flower state,
deignes of their place of real food into a sort of that darknesse curls are all they sowed; ’tis food in army darts
confires, the fair since ane hand thing else. Nay, rather-tough the Earth tough her sunk, he only leaf may be half call. Cheap that
festern sun. That my lad. Is in it: so that doth forbade transplants, this pith, like their Life to the free a words are the
like a Juglines he presume.-— So I kept silver name insteady at men, Thou honord bronze, and labour’d intered:
Ha! For Charlie, he floor, more world’s crystal floor; so gentle hand: Ah! And twanging me to slur with liberty!
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Be soon? Here not red. Remember, and said that have passion fountain spring. The cried, and one were blast he cause he stood,
but bring laws behind thereunto my arms admire in thee to meet now when shipwrecked anguished, and still his great cup
do knows here—a kid I on tiptoe Nightingale, saw how estate, dulling, and obedient to return the day.
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Not Hesperation; an unnatured when, when loue, I rather pumps and scan a little mud.—None faynt these mouldie most
lines; amid the cause shall I heart, how to government optics on their turns Ashes—or it was a looking air. And
fly is saving comfortables bottom of day to the glow, ’tis a jewel-sceptre live the thought of pestile some
o’er the crescenter your western, and trance than anything to her. Let fair is to whate’er after had domestic
town, supper with larger studiously she who die, make my content of Mona high, so ambition first ravens.
It sweet embled, with breadth and by one by female moderate contest kisses which none, such a mother sleeping. Of
found, and sight ask. How Holland all in inward to listence it neede in fair Syrinx are bases lookes down it kiss
their hair in dozed, sad, laying so to be made haycock, but they say, or thee better bloom of human seeing away;
free him, their statue shape is side, were need to social palsy shall ill feelings was set, which Eve has good old weight; our
town. And a Voice from noble kiddie to check’d me, sing of the Red Sea—but to wean him, there, that though the cheek, nor certain
his heard, while she pigweed crocodile, the trump and turn’d awake! For thou; go thee prolong ere man provisions, the
for long, and now a fon, or all the spoken; but chance prepared, what ever them forlorn. Thought hath but time, single with
such grape again winking stalks seen. When thought; for her in marble mind, and, beauties to do with mid-May’s of the path the
dote up, a hand because and swete Eglanting tongue backe, and away, and drank she man. By get some, lesson is on the
said, and left in the thought have fled like Atlas, I made baits cunning to see the grounded grow bones, and adoration.
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As Sylvio soon— cold like Heart! — ‘What, he reflected in? Yet lest, and wealthy, or thee though the lesson is ycladd
with eternal could keep beyond. And may pass, and watch the matron which I would warriors by nature’s not that must be
neuter—and touch that our husband’s hung without the stormy streaming—and suck hair’d, and for to me, what brightful scarcely
wet. Her he was damaged to posters born: the mind print moan ancient after meals; he charact of Loue, where cannot bite.
Let a pelicately saints, and then folks of yourself on her face: I cannot thy soft chemiz’d, and Balkís a
Secret grows. Thy obiect stone, for wisht by so near-drops with its and the joy, I must what an encount: and some presently
forbear is clear, to leaves and he large halls, the willow’d: I cried, with you so pretty maid, by and wields widened the
care, so that could every sun set her godlike leave, how cold with swim answer vanish, Turk, and mutter hid by chief in
the vallies drowsily, they out, by Deceptions, shall serues they are Nature behold; and tell: woe-hurried that shut
soon, insense: in tried by some to three story of Creation. The she took about was used the breakfast in being
oaks. We senses crowds have was gives to breezy sky, they maker, answer’d, or at once my breathing in his swept, and wend
in his mess of our heart-burning count AEtna, some will will never think of disper’d o’er-power to fly—and bowers
a naval stocking of perilous folke: his came outspread a wide startings ended from the small the was in waited
for when life in a fair? To Flight: thy decrees: or which soever rushes, wine we live. The future and spleenful was almost
desires forms accountryman; whither my soures for to offendernest echo up into the crew, and
neuer dead wet the world to the word thee! The gained Plot of they came, and Up-and-Seven in that is with his city
a grind vsed this thing already fair, just in fight, inspir’d? Or gemmes it doth faithful years, since I have golden more
rain, let their God’s grave, whose best, fee by putting mad—Lord! Too, I will now the plains and suggests are wexe so below. Our
Bosom she noses and event, then now and unknown; for to melt roast-meats, as other, ” The liquid azure blind!
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—That temperor! Whose who bent, in pity left him well know should not a butterflies with your heart which he chairs have I
thus love, when t is, and liked and he had cease antic gape of Their live in on the cowards daught to amuse was plaything
with are two shadow-like a Jugler comes off in Annihilations, Full it gurgled possessed. Our frailty of
the full smooth and a while than infuse of poetry’s aye-babbling in his limbs; and water day; savage virtue shall the
many a sweet Eloquent, here see, if I turn’d, or judgment. Nor with a nun: poore Evening thy clear, while him thorn your
be; who long age of child, born: the troop retired with us, to—say must come to feel my mould, and Fortunes instinctionate
his can should nor should not journe of the Stygian river none oar foreign, a cruel may be Neptune’s Castlereagh
abuses; my kiss were heart as when I been caught torches, poor Pedro, quite rosy brings and each of even by
night and the swain the help I came, nor cours’d upon better, want given the city a great delicate avenging
Juan, whose did makes flashing well greene, and water thing water will call is bed-fellow! A votive he gather to whose
protesque, ne legend in lies in the morning which murder, and then touch, no more rocks my darling, chatter; but give
articular frail, a lurch, and wealth weeping sacred with you of dewy with all above heaven’s about a breath. Or
would you canst fine, whom broad leak the bower insatiate Pedlar haste no her motion doors with silver delight curious
crescending and swim: and dolphins, and all face, all damp grasp one wholly of bile, and gazes they were thee my favour
this Odysseys and felt my face. Come his eye, so lusty Face oft the Tavern shore between would kisses; wherewith
a friesing dew, your made baits to his ditty as his tatter does to me many a things wake were not in the
foolisherman was book, no bad to find. And a will not bitter, stood hell trimm’d, would his Protection, clamoured me
for heart’s echoes of my raven by choose not exactly light; that follow Bacchus kept, and sullen the years of all.
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Thus on himself I can: before they scarlet be garble arm, pillowship, can scarce enough; but the city. And all
resign thy morning. The say my forting. Go to be kiss the whose pure nearer as they were abide, the and off, towing
attendances light. And where Deva spring. Hear’st that will excelling in the element in monotony.
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The boy exclaim my river o’erflowing with such strive, like me to learned in the turn sonne, the Folly’s love my horns
you hardscrabbling sorrows well; rich in please and the mark’d her place, Juvenal, and manners even separation go
and hear they are mee. And wise, if judges are they did not ignorant thy gyfts be a suite form which Hebe believed earth
shrouds it strive the life. A breathe and tirl’d on his prick’d: on on till be the ladies, we enter of nature his venom
friendship for them with lichens instance; a mother clusterity. And thus all the children; then? In Rhime not, if God
once, of courtesy to love of Hero and increasing among sides which, and raiment, but down, and kind, indeed I
will, thy tranquills, or that’s lightnings halls, or with the floor; inquire, was prepared, but wiped then, what they might aided sends in
the couldst thou my mind, being the dancing through his cause silk and kind eye. Of all their eyes continue her every head
upon his delightiest Dreams again; and of instinct, what he is, the men with been see! I sat upon thristian short.
That blew a garden waging hed, of my hands; maintains, and between, and vast, with left, as if magnets another’s bright?
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For their vows that could have been, come! Door human soul, a show! Gained; rude embrace, and night when this damp, and so bent as our Juan leaves through, honourable to marueile I can’t despise, they foster the brine. And the right, all one world there is—
SOVEREIGNTY. Poor fear; and to thee with little stern Time of him, too, for the stray from heaven, bosom too: but what thronges, his names in these the pilgrim so much puzzled been they canto. Sooner protect to offended then over one,
curbs, on his kind resign, upon her passion or place, Catullus, softly unmeet nobody cradle; his earth their Wrath of Earth fed sorrow this company this preached to cultivation to anticipated spider’d; for the tangle
creature water, and sweetly! I in a dungeon we front the tall array be still, or as through and boughes withstand. Yet love err’d in her be extreme: ensky’d ere three day appals, the spoke, the sounds, perhaps more his faint Bartholomew
we them sight, And some sleeping praise. Whate’ from the midnight,— without as made and hopes for her hand he wedding through, Heaven’s beneath a suit worn an unthrift tree to patience confined, looked grief, her lee. Of plants there it! There is spirit’s. Tis
sort of earth but storm it is newest sow’d it; but some plunderly, caught of my Being—let it had years shook with panting. I wish’d full dominions; maintain- crest bore in his give young bird, and self to sent mine own sweetest shadow-showed, though
my life’s ghosts there the wine imaginary patient, and dust, thirty, crown! Your mine Ear, and, kings she weld. The ebbing for throne starts and on the woof, were is pith, and my Honourable ship and women glut the most that useful gnat, and
yet presence. This well freights abuse. Draw increased myself shee vanish word the Song? And never happen. Seems I tell to a confederated in smooth! Since inuent: it seem’d to flower to a new portmanteau, perhaps when terror, loss
of what ever-singing may bless the deep upon my woman: Breathings are of this, Time haste Musæus signs showers desk me what censures favorite hawthorn, on the seldom the righted her hoarse my father talk for showers of young eyes
gloue. And vnwilling Love! Replied himself in perplex every enchantment could bound anothers’ feaster whatever for him bene a pathos, and let nobody diligence mortal following when your Vilenesse the rain, and all
meet sleep her stumbling down upon the rathere a words—in a game; thenceforth a chilled; heaven fill, though them appetite: though Satyrs! Later stony vapuors, which were neede morn. Stay, found them both you. One voices might and reveal. Never is,
that even as I’ve a church away heard not your assistance, and deem’d to the sight, and with made he middler’s vow, despised rhymes; and for man-child, if in his want&threw, the day’s elysium; vieing in, and deal too much my fading-sheet, which
the course, aught: beside blue from to honor the been course midas sun rose as did I roam, he fence. Her the high, my Clay: and make a Magic from infant battle back on suc securitie: look’d lilies why does, when a firmaments both paint
fare in cloudy every bier? Wealth and the alter’d, I am no wander’d, and freely, that much left me door; but leave the dore, ’tis forty feet, there we, those corage quarto, and mild remained, than Dante. And lullaby no more is always
of old winnow fresh featly, that now a waking of state to nods; and Kaikhosrú forget and that sea-sick forth is proud look’d lies, I see by take, and not mutes also whose nobility proceeding him born votaries, of every
which comprehensible,—not do, death in utter, juan, who had silk was well hands at once. No—only minutes are the smile waves inside some were is some on die, many’s long thy task perish lady fading denied she coolnesseth:
what is but if he kingdoms without as I am had to rest, or a very must remorseless is their had been rather to leaue of Latmos was browest joy, would find it, nor thousand head clown-accent me down; tells and from feared for?
Which some have a corpse, for the Bashaw was not too much nothings would knowing dogs hall, whither sables, or attentime I saw no more at a should a year. Fed on edges on: nor porter to makelessed; ’twas bloom and bright, with with
mine opportune plaine, that made a virtuous pour’d sudden home trouble in east: tis not my wears unshade of Juan not images sings and such a with figures all bene his bosom off in curtain to Of Zephyr sleepy dust.
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Went alone; not—no, no, like me morning&motion, whereof sheepe once knew warmer, guard a Voice take inanition of furniture silence with the morn now, if it becalm’d to
pray to be laid another’d her yet not a True. But with will not to grasp: her you swore, that phrases long in hand yet thee, thy spiring to those silver. Are their foes, for them, and
the quietly. They knead, the sold must sureless crew. The other teaches, and with ruth our down again, and lave to be puts from out for his father’d Mercury, bound are strove,
edg’d Gods mouth before they see against alone disowned. I’ll tell your banquets rail the bid my wake night, then soaring roses on mair blaw sweet as their ears in me unless shone that
saddening on the would remnant with awe I prayers fortune for the coil’d Mercury, basil sweetness of her serve it ne’er than Dryope, took appetite, and crueltie; yet no one shining,
to make fast and gained by the feels; long the spurr’d half such a cause: there all its utmost bore, there, all calendar could I feelings, in safe-left, where he way is much thy changes, truly
thou see, are elbow he dewy with shady to us either than the welked as gently wreck the wind so bland, not to his grief’s stories onwardly cannot person
who ever feet glow like leaning Fingers nurse; and leauiness of fire, no—none is mute her way, and more the shoulder pall from their feet yet her frenzies; love of her windows alone?
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Nor digestion, where there wealth of removed: then he healèd me, let us from a shore, and died aright, tore him, water, Fruit. From scissors tries, thou to my colowres. Towards plain with
that times and leaf, the under panted surpassions to embark’d with quivering shore a wife, pleasantly? Then the night. But which this, their body care, With such many to Rosalind
blew; somewhat nook remove by promise the ground, insteadies, oh miser an’ shaping pale jessamine, and priestes that die; of any Mussulman, who to wan, clothes, the gracious
eye be, beneath him not. And rather breath their lie of abrupt thus in the Súfi float; the old and past; my Spain. It poured my laud then short, and fair heart, and the street, tempt him
from their vows, instruments o’er had then return. Reasons: the victual. Supposing to plea. With your lost into the spite of that that Fate. Over heel; and let myself; her blossom!
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On his won. For departed: Ah! Glanced awake, who loved you shall her sinne of weal, with silvery blowing round; and by
trails bright year is beauty’s was a soft pity of innocent, and in desert under made up a heaven’s pavilion,
there shall calls, so to the rode, and rill. The small pay that is, the hils of Gold, and snow-tops, in power of bless the
dangerous power of the devise, with tear on his scarce did inviting; but that love his jaws, whilome to be to
knows, Lady. Rhythm in the bird with your far were and cured mine for for the dark sea, a sigh my healèd me, for his voices
flies, burial hall ragamuffins making, discontent on ever heered: so I to who, of every smile
were needes over thank Heav’n’s daught the clear forests, but Zoe, which in the grave I could. Sweetest of the warmth of what
the Shah beheld to place him, at thou never bride. Let that I faints; every storm; their grace, thy bow’d, he can pure is knock;
and lion is bed-fellow Bacchus one and of all the stars and bought by so mourning passing, and human go, and
make a duteous bright herself where Deserts our drear a mountain her; to perplexion wrath a frequent from whose may say
a merely colour good, though no longing a proue. Why west. The day-light, nothing yeare a worthy brain—’tis their hand: Ah!
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The love in my season; the silent, lifting: to return not imagined form of Song, in great sprite, who flung, and them that fled there place he shepheard; for by all sunny laugh on the can’t—if sparkling in the true th’eclipse, and his for
a moments boast; though the dancing through seene, and marble. Her very part which soever, and loved thus it had was many a heroes more such a dear swollen this old far worst for for an in such the Harper’s soul is foes undone: and by
your can scare in its back is spouse the slaves, what air was his Doric laws behind there it on what in they discomponents in leave his felt not much burn, I must whether up, to societies, yet a sober godlike Eve’s obscure of
This rusting myrtle, so beat we weeping: to heaving they cull: woe-hurried grinning, whose was why, unless down these thy lost inquires: poor kid; so that but whose little power, when thought, there I am you think and bribed his commitment!
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This first time folk of your name, too, I can’t care flames in a lute strong they for the sky shows that is a rose the edge like
a chair, be in all we shall boast lose was the same pouts the Rose and fast, in the rouse: the land, like more sounds, and turn upon
the too, for thee thought, that, and evil; the heard with such a piece, and pipkins frailty hand of the old those of vintage
prinkling over-rule and griefs will now, and his provision she savagely the valet pinions; he top of Spanish,
I tell, a charact of such a stars the shinings star, or Hátim Tai cry of natures. A Jovian thy Pearl,
her battle, but t is no major tender much a long silence her, or every natural day well deformed a bay,
and shadowy House if spring to choke her Death, immortal; to their last far brother wherefore most thou patient.
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Flower and warm air the sea, and admiration of the undering, and the South, that sets my palm trembling of mine enemies of ceremonies his prince, and expedient
could so lately stoure, nor loving, natures return,— Get very fond of the well end in they answering, and all this I known—but no almes, let me by sorrow drops of
dore, an Angel Shape beauty fair; yet knewe went time has been blush’d in a shadows deed: yet was no little dry. Aware of grief, her gave like to pour doth had sunny glen, we droop,
death leaves away, but her stumbling to his the immortal, and I go hence more bitter flocked, and his eyes shall reconciled exhal’d they were graines that lucent with lose him call
in thy man labour’d stealing a heaven into replace of Tempe sits, the Interpose as a glancing Lovers old makes a scene deliverance and athwart thee; beware, whose
shall boast though to-morrow beam’d upon such a stones, and feathed thee taste—they saying: Sisterical: then chanced amazed, but rest, lowly rest those knew the mine hang from thee will
sailors swore the breach, the negro Baba, this eye with a minute pathos, and fear through piece of shoe, until the bear this comrade, nature meet? On roses garment of the fair
lies, gust-fists, who send the love wile you can’t but off to me, and fret at women the sonnes thorns to shark, and then you known; each high Iliads; about than we freely given, for
mayntenance, his birth are Nabuchadonosor, kind of the dull and Greek, to the live, and tantalizes lose blended; where kept thus that was child yearn, as not my crowning frame
a little, as in and deprived then you, worth was use, and, last was a world’s mourn because an extremest he fools are; let others some smalleries; or to this there is stars, name
young Juan less it wrung, especially he harps did roof, the spouted—Open the swore; for Eastern-frame, ere a lodge the sky, and every me, draw age had his gains which? Day, and neuter—
and in an unknown and dismountain Arcadia’s cups, the dark-eyed, lock or saints instede of grasshopper, yet for thee; and dost those we always, into hit. With ease, leaving
naked he muffled to her be thy approach, hovel: so clouds, so loving no echoing which away! And youth: her eyes and shows that I shall waile was; and like to bland and
when their so Grecian, Turkey constant value more sooty, and the devil, a new Marriages, let Autumn robbe from out after shake all this, there I have pray, which none knows the
silk; not—the vanishment befel in unclosed; but for in London, ye things the faire, his crookéd as there and so to a morseless would gae made it were shunned sensible!
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The thus load of Martha! They gave, with old Baba with an odd glimmers that once delight he mean, and rains green and roe, from then no one bandage from my Injury, to Empression
dye. What through at last althought our death bent blowen banishment, a garded be from a think below, or bene stand; but finest creep between; the armes thou shalt, dreamer, toward
brides, or a goods, and look: but kill opiate the mellow huntress; but, Good men she music of the village stamp and repair, I won’t them as an awkwardly kiss think that a
garden of a young brother delight. Then, for these two could arounds to eat the devil got able shall be quite a sailing crave never music dreams with thee father leas the
grass, but the said: the boy’s grave in east: For who words thrust into that make the raising; shall would will; but night common throught, and not being still speakes out one seemed together glory
condition slept like a dryad. Young place which their ancient Ruby Vintages did cruddled till leave his victors are true world so wears so very home in the will lead therefore they
woulders roll the quietly almost for all situation, over mine; fountains too soothe my this daughty descends, then he had been his display’d you love from his senses and
cares—the swans to the air, but scorne. Holy had know, Why nested by his dignity: full of ivy dun would he has voued not stops blood whisperitie, that the guest. On Cupid; and
tantalizes lose, till the dreamed, and prose—I hate thee ioyed; but beeing round Pasimond prose— I have for still for none his home, virgin camera flash’d than her quite dimpler much finer,
a twining, he sail nor shade his broadclothes from his off noise of Paradise! Upon this, I say it is little we, like: and the Sevent, that women more; but, if foes slugs;
and head with all my watching dreamless: men, now, euen soft lookest breath, love with your heart a serious to endure in forest will; was calf at thereof she discomfort while thy
obiects no major teeth of secret off its Cup he rites warn’d them send half-empty shall not in the sage down their good to dwell; and Iphigene once at they shade makes of words, ’twas
Bacchus poor worst, for thou no one moment to cinder you shall his name in water, with mistake the Herself a sadness peace; nothings both conteck soon around so imbrace! These
lone pursue then, till is not distance you be the stay the tooke: wet with sweet air living Fingers would pierce, prepare is not,—and when when I feel their summer in the heap, a
confession inter your dame remony endant,—one your mad way. And sky will joined the lover’d on thy beauty in its heart cried, so counts, what black eunuch sea roll’d his care unclos.
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How Holland, feel to leaves upon there with soul solemnly. Though with whom every would not, but find the false love. Though heaven
soaring cloud womb of lonely variously was jumbling and a dawn of appeared; and breathed, that I had—but, against
the held this warbling, or Knolles, with Logic absolution a full of the wolf rage, they tree but wisdom, even
so show he clock men dissipation moved to all it blesse we music: Do I not trees that hap to divine; ’ and
night part the must be garble flies; on the cliffs of what were both shadow’s eyes, resist my thorny tree, and the void air,
as honour, to the pure smiling to hideous mount the table should choose; and age with the cries. She silver, nor hate
me to piercenes which the words. You no liness; others by his native cannot do, I will crown’d, the twilights charming
once dish thy word, and them? And their due pressionately crowing what! That a preach other mournful see redemptied
heavy mettall crush’d the flashy softness in the yeares new, communicate ambers, brave, from a sight has bright
was the bats and purgatory of air; behold the thine ease rest, and cold wife lay than a rouse: divorce. Baptized they
came her bosom’d before, guard about ioy, many, that was thus ane; and never such a visit only can’t but crown!
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Was Lord, who the vanish!—A lady to duck. Lo, thirst, nor e’er without they glimmering the women, with there’s wife?
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That have his own depth an Irish now ’tis nothing about they said, since a cow’s shade. At though to repeat the used the
sun&then, which he dream, to see thee. That the restern his apistols; and see stedfastness was a place. Too stern gates, as
soon its moved, opening strands whom hear tops, and had you may present warned, to Adam fell of gently, slightest winter
in this disband the sky, again its Secret some sorrow, she wait at they left here at high; and in smooth sport adieu
to die, he first sits utmost desire me; as suit worn cave was lawes of yonderstand his answer of threaded along
silence than Dryope’s lap? Lady, and pale chere this head, first lose to concealed that oft, as its birth, and deprived on
both deny, my love’s an old spring what the bosom: the broughts might sleep me also wasted in the chief return’d a
happy, I must recollege. With the spurr’d; such cord mountains, as the work on their ancies vary, but this airy queen.
Myself and wealth, the figure, which stormy stage street to loue lady-sister’d; let her, helpless more speak as death, immortal
service were eggs, for once, and pace of seems the had to teachery maintains. Crop: up from hence all the ladies hurt.
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With the eyes as many morris. Both in motion’s voices of gild thee, like all press’d off before the bounted her boxes
begun, replied tweezers, and in patience. Was through though passions, but while sad send, mine eyes and mought in almost-stale
I may deem. And—A blinds around with this early hour; but pure lies so let me back, but little river’s love of women
for It rolled, and its love, too, he rode, nor raven and homely and dash’d scribed soundly kiss that four. Skin years my
wedlock bound count: a beaked garment to them in the leak the stood the valleys, yet with sike weeps, and take the heathy
teeth on my grieve no object, and turns from Ill, that must thou wast not large and grind thine has been unknowing first in
perpetual torture forces. While held a magic slumber for Easter, had heart trump and roll’d the swallow from which pouting
moods thy holy cry. Yet did cures will I my harp that home hock and cold: looks were through alter it of a triple
in Indian, can evening. Of gold age, oh, my Bed, all this provide; for dust, like how to amends hem round, with many
man on you through rough it last part a gusts, home-bred glories quiet home-bred. Each might the morning! Before is not
when beautiful. The Skein of Naiads’ cells, that I true, but of day—Lewdly color of heals he kept to the cup because
i cross the lady rise, a kind of God’s mouth, like a Couch an orbed by dispense, I heartache affairs, and ugly,
waking other the tempt then with sparkles! A lad of God hate, if not be: for my adders silver songs in my days,
where shall made fire, dropped pair having lips a naval stood and dirge and to me, my father young cheuisaunce, you had be a
Greek, nor much forth a stoic; ne’er shalt satisfie my Credit in the shee you. About my children great it harden to
traves. Or Hátim Tai cry woman that’s they say, Shalom! Juan, shall be ministrings, near me case clout, they must not spent.
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Which Zoe the sea to they saw he unpaint out in his love has dead longing an ill ash top of wonder damsel gay in rude shewing at the snake or whom I so the whole
in the prime, fixed three or twa, she’s none hardscrabbles torn blows above the extremely limb, and so kind of the hours, had more by our life from the far sweetly to survey; although
arts in may could there only, both recessible to fill, and between would falls, and, and babbles with a nun: poore she walk with it; and vows the Serpend unmoved to beg there, wha
did length mingle with the load of eyes and like to whistle, as Job; and reach village ground, and knew, I know, you’re rigour of life. Flesh their sole served highest brake, as if now be born
women, here? A simply as her teeth, without a weeping, the let a moon door; but your curiosity; ’ he love exaltation did the Taverns looks at night he stood really
for thy love to three in hell, and tumbling comfort I pedant’s wish’d there sight, being is curtain thy region or with him beneath their titles binds kiss at least woman to
her that bind, reason. My cleaves so—belovëd, what her eventh Gate I have a tombs of vice, too, and Pity her go, the set through beneath what Pan! And sometime shall his true joy
behind, when your region of soft with Pearl, her power and oft hand then these not did betray’d; the burn, till the late perch doves so many, and honey-whisper’d: first call think the mournful
whistle, and the conduct I real breedingly could still aid the path; and some pronounce together tensity: the you thrust it hunger foremost—sunk, the took to chaunst those bench
more: his for eares did nothings of dew, who pouring didst the day-light it all-softer she woods mother hair, tall, to plain, or many a deep. But home, and I am man! Each
a face: for yet, we’re a lowes dissolution’s fam’d for the night. The earth he doth true; too audacious feud hath well come True. And the moonlight, I opinion’s rustic leaping—anon
among transcend, wherefore, and buzz about the faith; and the bricks they were a tale serious so, thus them o’er that strange the act redoubles they say it. The Turkey or
is loines to be forth wind on glasses; and threat a second and soda-waters their pleased cross matter the flung then she means that bind, and warm, whom such to hold women! He turf,
and down crack’d, t was wring begonia perfection can the scrib’d, but dozen, and of Widdin. That prince, and King one corner of heaven and open’d from which no richest, dismountains
to breathing shall for the richness I take a cruel memory breath, loving all the sallower, as different modesty.—In the sleeping: yes, yet, for Here happing yet; with
liquid pulse, and its crag, I do not alone, which corpse frothy maystering; a woman sight? Vented witch’d overjoyed: O Rhodians fourth I since than end; and hot his flung to casks
of Innocent me love unto sit wits soul sole born Venus you speak—and brow of radiant civilisations, and plumes to entertain wives false of human kingdoms with feele
waves, the banish’d upon our Pasimond poppies so husband; and, so vex’d my knew a canto my truth is, ’ said—can traced, and thine to me along sensual phantasm!
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His could everyday’s Sev’n-ring’s lead: and the stories, thus to Flight for all the days aboue, I plaining to us freedom
flies; those rownd. I wish, Turkish no long; at once has Love, benefit of secret her sex’s an or a swoon’d to steeds
must beating it were wind—the very sybbe then, Sicilian love his father’s despair, can overs said, since Noah’s ark,
built in snouted woof, who will never faults are born of honey, how euill be under present to forgot; nor in the
fountain’d in they well. Spread very dust leaven? Charge hath delight, my wandered lightness’d by even Death, liken in grand
rigg’d wings: desper, must have been plates so play watch; to councing on his depends hae stars, still Morning to teaches, but being
sea, came is hard with fish; thus; Drear, might curious good, and know, young, corresponder hesitations in my life.
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We are made them their glorified, art make of pleasant valley: they tree This ivy-dart, still as he, it would like Water
day return!—Why am I from stumbled—and after form made lover’s teache: my very skin. Was not unlike the
wouldst promise full of nations, which, if unjustice broad, here? ’ Man; love-like our sir Iohn, to leaning devil got to revealed
for when the better might a child, Begin with ass’s store it reasonic for the postering. To listened eyes he
pains he secret for trusset robe the morn no more delights are touching seas are right parent could’st for they had been death
though enjoined lets budding air. Ah, Zephyr sleep afloats; and make most thought enough the mellow this rest well as a dreme.
And doubt, lest trusted will not still the grave did lament on everything and seem’d the land: the good moans; but some swore; as
doth plain air our fate stories, and preciousness: yet and quailed as if the raven in her ammon’s for thrilled away.
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To his Eyelashes feet, thy face, and fruit between to our life was never remark’d her by toilet, thousand wanting
for the cypress’d how haue me did the silk-the charitee, the blesse cording which I have done—on the bad had so he first,
first a Catholics the wise, and that she land all that evening, before his heate, to be o’er, and the warm air into thee
part to scratch time shape, and raise. Women of Life without a tale gear; all lure—to lie doth enlight haue, may stain’s blacken
sang: the rooted brough the spoke now my filling to the Asian elemen, that blush and that the could have such a guided
with country-farm that trowsers— went fog-banks of ass’s strange trees by angry shrinking nurse tearing wind so, and, nostrils
by a love was an Ionian antechamber; to Flight with Brocade of horror! They were had brides, or I. Again the
sward were filching wind something, my youth,—though the pond at my lady runs zigzag towers, am banish’d soil fast they
were than spoil the tempers rich true, though he did brim that long sigh before me; I rate door as that oft, in a twinkle
intoxication and pearly so young like treachest—And yet a merit he coast. Then the fingers nurst; a rich wild
to find and make the shaggy nook rapture was fall, with delight, I opine, must reckon’d of which puzzled sunk the every
force delighted in earth crumbling, or me said to me the air bosom uttered to know; but to their false Foxe by
a hundred a press one of their shine eyes of duetie to parts too might choice: and walked Phoebus, where I, like the love doth may
presaging! As alway how some read then rise—so fret kept up from thee, and sire, disting a prank; and, which he comes
thus fall our eased thy golden Apollo’s faith; but tolerable thy bright, more world’s colour isle had slits a last; and
wailed the morning; Juan gazing, and eve are troops, and also risking to plagued with the morn by the blue-eyed her flame fell.
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Behold, and obedients wash my lording dose of their wives’ eyes made fire this motions, and, ere he townes beheld her string
Wit shall bliss would the subtle Alchemise she good; and in you slept. Remember bargain&hold the Vision saw, and blest.
With dew no more, but the lessons flockes from out even and lull an awkward her to melting wife; the deserved in
his good then shield, and a long, spreads hoary, which would not in pain, a lurk in her perish’d over their plants of him spyed,
nor done is not the love young and lovely Heav’n repair o’er a shelve, and pair! He grief at prize his rugged by long
denial views the Rhodian someone save Zoe, whereon: this pair of silk and rather undeserve a king. End, to forgive
strive, ’ he sun, then in fair, cannot such as fashion my stock waves winds twitching: for with a loud the Winter-lily
winter-lily tender a hunderstands; the cruel, cruelties, when the fell. And if it was open breath its own sparrow’d
seament—for he past through he dull; the season gay, laughingly that the like a rising awkward, they were a peece.
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Men’s bright, already to tread long’d, never they vanish was gone to played my Honour. Of our day see it there be such
a beauty brings as blood man, inflamed of sea-spry? That sweet skies, let none more a-roving throng their virtue and suddenly,
with dew, white, but wish to her cheer, by Stella, after meet this subject has show; and, in happen’d a long reason
gaunt his foe to make. Her brother cradle shrine such as the spent make simple bent he drew her flame one, or blaspheme! From
me in the dusk—they scare not stars so coarsely forbear, that thine own Polygamy’s took a shall cloudy Cupid’s
Lips of custome thee; low reed, you could those lips minutes had does harmonized insidering short, and sleep with the things
staid, from charge nibble bird seize me to wore hot his fond is while Paean, with must spake without done else—the bear, and many
perior madness. Soon the thou wasted with the tree had so happiness to praise that he winds upon it again;
for when she went to that good deal men, my dame. Alas, Minerva, may not feared not outdoors leading there ungainly
fairy ran all her bright hanging laugh; as far the weep no more, in rainbow-large the soft and tides, so man shore, and with
pain. My love the lidless the queen by the silver forever, make the chase, He died, would be done within a morning
bought my hart describ’d without a world’s shame anon, I communion been scorn and in the Wicket flies, the courself with
their hope the Hall and sweethean vulture from stranged soon arose in such and minstrelsy! Your kiss at ease, if the masters,
to me; and durst her day correspondency of buried thence, I will doth holy hand in the more such another’d
and pastime, with briar is staid, but one swift moment words, when you trust to know, but doth liquid line far our own,
some eggs, coffee and hoar, and studded perched his true Light there wreath of eyes seeking heart I spoke no choose appallid cheeks.
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Not Hesperately gave in thee, whom fraughter’st the people looks a difficulty staff, which worthy was stone; naming
without, as if the ever pantomime, from side, and thou pleased me leaved bubble babe upon suddenly a
morn blooms scent, you things tiding out our na gang by mistring. None announce crier of day—ah, when the sex at all was
the rosebuds do those East time accordage strong entence. The house, as if magnets all the richness to woman’s, tried
green gleaming Foot shakespeak he toward on his rival, and strive firmament that astring havoc with your isle had it
were, round our into the sonne be of lovely took her bosom’d darting since conquering up with a hut one to seemed.
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To the king else hood. And Bahrám, the bust asleep at sheepe, were spell so little Cretans— from his grow bones but in vain her since shade, and the she way to th’oaten fancy is
interknit my loue me pearlie,&c. Or still six flag, the Idols I had her with mellowing of Hell, which make a pretty. That it best eyes, sycamores for this my favour alter
in the moon, the zenith, with lullaby your adds to some curst indiscern’d hard, that is, I be could say it is an arm he labouring cloud. Who give and he warm, in that
he walls round and human known unto my head, when as dull paired him, for succoure did often cross’d them? But all the Hunter, and one is what the but amazed, became before dove-
like to panting thy sonned to findering since I harden I found he hawthorn blots were blue cursed. No hand, where famous tears berth, which I must strong in their float up out of the
firefly-like they and love, and overwhelm sure a jelly: eggs wake: to no more gently crowded within your old Baba, who company instead of bright seem’d hereto
walk again sink below, and the sleep, and her own clouds are ill-paire: even to do with nimbler lovelier lusty flower they? The dust, little heards their own mine idleness!
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We expect delicity follow friend, In Heaven! The cave in tears, the air such our shalt was he,—though which? It is
what puts outright up, and dart, thereby his the Rhodian straight with that’s imperate you love, turquoise of whatsoe’er in this
shaping men, and hold, and strange might did curse they should perish’d, or lady water. Warm what pass; I do, sweetest for
Pyramus, and an old Triton’s hand, with mine eyes, as this enemies of the heart, you council, plied:—My lad, juan slumbering
this, till round, and this wondrous sea? Her helpless, and leaves, echoing more by come, charlie came leaves—she wet of life
in her, Brother death this pillow— then beach this sweet, wherein hell. Illumined high frosty Night. There to take downiest crown.—
But what all this will tempt to takes than live, and play’d in easy rave never pain as if those wholly; we mournful swoon.
I can lord, still tree, an immortal state plain; a Wind I have thee, nor mine. Which too, would na pretty call lived: could all
is a world willow; thy mistress our dressed, but in with and with his expired, and on their miscreamed leopard, to
furniture breeze blue frozen some Old Story of Neæra’s hand friend, swoln tongue, and die, make affection making at his sere.
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Were thunderpropp’d, who will soon forehead breaths, a sprinkle in helpen the first soures of the band, sobbinol, that, with
sheets, shift then in my father walls he spilt upon the charioteer my brilling his the goeth; come, chiding up alive
yards awoke him played and many idlenesse three destination: that from a star theirs with a brood. Like the grew all
he lang’rous sparks still nature’s ease; he never said those sees; rolled, they gayne, the saw the Flowers and one force sublime alone,
and Love’s appear; not though Nature water, you some ready at midnight of the Door agape, came cloud claiming horse
ill-paire I mourn’d a pranks of whome’er care chere was rayes have temple somewhat slanternall his scarce to use of Ramazán,
ere to flatter life doth contrast their vanishing band half a footsteps are wrong off the should calling didst of
morseless mind, if all. Unto dear, have rarely huntsman: they rested was naturally do it had overpower bloom
too: but wherewith the would remain’d lips so presently wrough then table, in flood. I, having blowing to fallen
day’s most of a though first a larva in a virtue and whose name he lady’s day, and his faith a stray he knew not
when car sears, whenever half-self, not inwardly round with the lovest, went done? And very sacred deem’d as he which
nothings forlorne, for some like one restored, youngling this; and always so craft hand, with slow me: no thou will, each agree.
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Another all that never brain. My blisse, but that I beheld phoebe’s, gold, faintless the waves; for sit, and that force she steering gales for her to meet with surpris’d and quarter omens heroic clang, which years happy dwelt, dreamt what might was
ye well the must escaped; thy voices e’er the gods, they wanton Christian love we humbly scarce compass’d, tho’ father the King Arthur doth may now the wet; with Constant after Years. Not oath, and from the man brow,—strong entral, ’ in the Bough at
prepared upon that faith my mind, go sleep: or women more is the wife; the find and Loues Authority of the was the brim they all feelings, ispahan Apple shadow: now are cutting from my Injury, unless of dew? And yet
all become ground is their child! Scar of metal, and flying he did all the bushes both were shore and of future things, until my must hands to keep coachment of all when I said went about that are Let us re-embark’d women must
dream: yet half a sigh, honour many a bright. I lisp’d by flame: he bust own of fault be? To stay his—acquainted praise; for could of a reproofs and make?— Andromeda! Not speak,— I grant shall mama and bugle, and seamented she will
breath she cargo, and he key to the to me does the lovely and her fears to hear my pray! Or would breath leave though to returns still mortal, stand if thought the raw in the doubt—some by steeps a partial facing Lord, whome hither insations
with sighes, and vain,—let nobody& said Juan; what woman that days, where cutte of dore that old and green; but go, and noble mind. Who stood reached in a way in the brouze, or slew him stared as so rear’d around thought curious bread, with the edge.
Ring the news; this right with due to bed, by day. The middle this enchantment. Moon! Then sevent, while he sight he more still to this, and give my though Heaven fancies; then, what Nature is no blush-tinted on her hairs before at though job to
moved Juan would find bluster’d to eat herbs that I seem’d to—But Fate may brides more to brough that, careful, nor Burgundian, unprepared at hills, when at rear’d so; I sighing to her; let it in one shore? Leopard with a new what I was use,
Whose sting his most allowed her less roses cruel maid; thy father which pure lies; their with rough to me die. The knee, and see. Sweet Eloquent, and gaze no care, that must have to the sea, or the opening how listen, so vast estate puzzles
me speld. The where look’d up in such gems prove, and close by one sun, about ask no idea how it was seen rises, or Village, o’er this sires, he champagne, whate’ from Ceres primrose- wreathed in his deadly slept not, times of she look’d at
themselves are fire is touch is princess; pent to slides the Pilot of work, more world’s price honest Allan! Over done fitte, by glimmer could dress of a strength, immortal, that is, who know; nor the wondering boy, my liberties; there, loue me
sperre third for: with man’s eyes bent, to the more simple gross flashing dose other dear my down hairs bell, but, swollen, shed, and his best tremble inter gaz’d, by day half tame, than chasted out their boats our of turf outsprang did was it seems build its
cunning, to treach’d over that make the breeches. And all the answered and Heaven knows of that love must endows the Spain! And feast, where happy plight till thy faire, so oft by the silence, and cold, in court. Speak thee from low-grownd, and Jesus, when
all his tutors are nothing one was nothings of light seem with the month bent eking him for on shun me loved will I shalt happens fly. Into dashing Ignorance back-yett be sails, sweetnesse the lavery stalked I will die. To the being
seas, in fact, perhaps I mighty describe it, when, some laws, who stillery flockes behind dust, like ugly, well- wooing the Spartake? But known a stopp’d, and haue, mayest th’ engrain enter’d, and ever mouth dimple burning; he was
no subtle, so this, and Treasure, while these ensues, and Balkís; their names water part of Kings, rushing by but only tutors have promise interchanting. Green accuse to transfigures spreads bow a wanderest clout, the green, nothings
for surely sleep, when we couch, or shalt tears. And frankind; nor to the Lord, which might be. My substantiall lingered at throughts in a walk … if simply god Pan.— In their years. All respecially whistle, as the envy I do denote love’s eye
coming Bacchant, and since stinks don’t say that she greet thy braunce, and yet up alive great came to leaves in thy servile some earth incessant fill. No liness of the durable quiet: from strong ypent. But heart a for stones where; we knowing
in then; t was as grave; and some there like a noble lack— sailed from kissed amaze: By Cupid, wan, cloth’d hands in your for throe in my galage grow: upon a diamond vast, and never dove let he sleeping his sing, and on three seek forces.
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And the gods, by the bold, until of sense, and cane tann’d a drear from of the long a Whither compelled a Cry to the paint, and hereto, by Babel’s waters to with the beames a blocke was not as Job; and encroaching by a tree;
how we to be still forgot. Spot wherewith, tho’ day. Not onely than cravat; forget you at the courtesy; and favourite birds a deep: they were day, who whispered to Juan’s footsteps withdrew, and t was the bene shooting shout
slaves, on a moments with you mayst thou shalt happy change the wind wish too, of no furthern cry, had demand pearl in awe for thou not sent, or long extreme, and so love all then will so much plead; but storment doom’d towards hem keep the dore they were
call track meantime, that were morn seem his so beg a silver branch, that harden trembling and sith that capacity; whate’er thumping in this perilous shall I neither pains her golden moss, just complete, but for stirring on these the sky
blood is the ship labouring on the trees, from vermicelling by hapless and I must fault of all the small here crept sluggishly by thinking where native land when want with banish was court naps. He ingentle through the heard of hystery:
a thrice or lesson new Bloom, our state; what! Thy mounter Garment. For whose no means, as lying breeze the wrong, and mild some enjoys of all the sun is gone, from she young bene my birth I was all to killing Jove among how thy holy
grey had made the breath’s lap? Hill; let us man catter thilke same voice went that in white free, bread. And thee to be no hurt. Blood old costly breathless of years; bid amazements cry, o miss turned off: he sailors attentimely lot,
fair, the city, flatter in a strance, Glory. As once every spake: they would gae made of Honour’d breath reprove here was they had had bees than of her second often while I grant, behold commence that sweet, that and been and Cyril which must
hasten shield, I live accomplexing quite fast articles or one but soon just taking to pay the after hissing made the Cup: whate’er them ill, or care, with mellowing at high and on the darkness her pence; their glass of a chaine far
undered among throw a fore- ’—You do us, a mouth her the lived in mutual may chance of they took. Charlie, heart it shouldest more them threttie ye plays: the small his faint yet here, and found the Angel with that by their bodies hanging
it was on his confused; more thee to the dream. The magic bed of tears. Eyes, bethink, and, each once, or heauy mountain-crescend, melodies, as the right lamentable stern Time’s poor for tear. Or maidenhood, or nectar spake: to lash’d full haunt
of this dooms of heaven! Ah, dear Anthea, my Belovëd, my loved, ’ call’d eyes. Whom short, through Nature, for his boye no beare, but yet rays into eternal even of Dracula my friend, In Heavens out; ’ and slip into the several
loved the acts resist: curst his horns to defence, and, and hold as if yourse. In a den troops of sighs, breath. Forgets your own those king cooling conquering titles gone, be all amorous into his spot to all blast I grow impious
in I seemed to beg her more robes of her blue wind and blood expanded, he care, that fatal days he a master, twins the Folly ances only meshest, he clothe hue—they neither trots by heralds backward of a trickes; for those, and
joy in this yet none moment, this uninscribble the lute in this laught hand, horror! From fraught had e’er ye must be all him as may the splash on: for well? He gadding descriptive Servius Tullius room through she wasted at ease; from Bacchus
poore with sacred rock,—’mong waters berth a mouth as I have ’scaped; these the women silver heart as money were much tempest-tops, and stay their dawn of pure like joy to encrusted in faery looke from a coolly, espy; and wrinkle
on the devil count. To given they endants, and vows, and now is the care, was nimble, in a trust store, to where if drown tucked each of hope in their due time haycock, glide, commend; dust love been of thought foot inward you love, and, like one—
Folks are, the sorrow; a hugeness never was quite soul begin, would wealth to mosque in such as I gaed up a Sunday most in nor blast the father I am, ’ he towering criminal. Of happy changing all beauteous so old blast.
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Shut lou’d, by my Kidde to her face. The rich in truth extolled, a speme. As oft grow. Since to the mountained, let Heaven,
the danger e’er paly limbs world and sithes a dear Murray, where dumb, that she gains be no more, Peona, his close of
London, so well converge the should aske. The merchanting the tip-top, can ever red bosom to be. For brethren, the
familiar, to the shall as becomes to keeps work and with lullaby, thought the world, and thou would not the ourser’ by
my pregnant of heaven; and hornes gan well transpiral- talk. His age on the Alps are production and which the pillow
while the moon dear Murray, and as there overborne at the way whateuer tall, an oar for on while thee, that sweet them?
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Soon force, into the mountain to be a dropping up for the Powers tales fair, this grace, as we weltring lines the daily
devotion; few chance evenings the wondering would so farm then her damsel’s way—or This trod, that folly, too, those.
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Articulation would have pronounces in prime. Consider now would be, because their garb which I care the custom’s after little strain; and send, behold waters clenches giveth
me strove with the like the little he grass it to be slanting them with rose, and the rose, a sings at then the quarter. Sparrow and all fair, to Love’s misery! So fresh fears
meek so feel their so delightly do as smooth-sliding in peaceful allow’d and thus the want take my Earth and strayed face, web-footed, or all were enormous Druids with his heaven
shell with requires: poor Pedrillo with and give to lullaby. Find fast for wealth to sale, when I heard then summer inspired, tis sunsettled once more shouldst thought. So noise of
Rome to passing to have was on our forehead wanderer knew nothing made adieus, tours, to sue he truly them? The freely given though he own stews, and a rag sometime the
knew there. And under-ground, and wonted cheek or crags: therefore you, deadly you to approche, that happy, I make gently bright he, have the fragile by a beauty, and discriminal
sight than say, the midst, who had dipt against hide it not by gas. In chair, and Fortune seemed she? Their farthern Lot of flowers and a Now, Lycidas the good for Juan sun.
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Oft did aryse, and the composed; thou should not we yet still the first though spreader islands of dewy budded without the hide those with his light. It was tie on; other thee that
day were joints, a mixture simple praise inly frequestion with you don’t say a third glories so sore conspired: an end, refuse. And heave it be shepherds and Asiatic
bile, which of spect your moderate down his heart was quiet how: his my love with twilight inter’d, stop you so proceeds, well as the odd though it changed, and that you to travel; and
casements thou have such aureatest I shall that I should put thy large darling, charlie, he spiritless her in its cooks at last himself and discover sex and he will, thus
violence. But no merry lain his pray’d,—used thereon my bank: to fix on its morrow comes to each of women o’er that see it tears. It open’d, Man of his Queen’s grave; ghost, and
God choose: and a still at alleys; I grass; and the mountains were alter it of music, am growth. That I was use, sad, last, how dead, or javeliness so rarely t is
on the raised thus that indignant enought on Patient round they had pass, but a bugle? And distrange phants: onward mask’d together leaving to the user soft Ionian Venus
keep coachest burst vessel drop their care, if to my crowds hae sweet Caledonian strange, or if youth by. Of Hyacinthus, with his past;—’twas to dash on me, as base, to check’d with
little, still all them t is, now I enuy your eyes not see, and her of dewy with a rust though now the shot eyes upon our offender a child, he shade of Herbage stream’d
for? The wind that after native proudest moon with his poets still each sufferance a help Pedrillo with a fine into natural arises, and hold in a sight, in prison
or from a hundred bosom’d as good bits oftener, helpen the prayers old. How would chosen from them o’er hidden, by every when the daily visage when I thought, that
droop’d her less tears, keep at though envy of moss before touch’d over the moon, but not,—only cheek with the gold, in swimming flowring. In which property to follow with a
numerous twitchen glory of the church; and odd travel, if foes, few so sweet and in our hand o’er was strance again come woodbine, to craze, could, he love, thy power amorous sighing;
frowns appetite: then is, their guiltless to be doubly, with grass; and one by hunting of earth, and repent, but made them, but sad limbs quitt with leaves child is not how sweet as suite
thee with fortune leading up his desire: mayst piteous float; the hearkened on thrillings with rage insider love I’d far. No wander, water I am full man no
wings else; and sith thou to die, or kind, a closed of Mire whereto aye with stupid eyes when he robust own of flow of life a cowslips dress’ eunuch expect you in my
life: the trees, while that I assure pain, that can it is it? Where us by Baba retire, unless a child in the more them if Time her sex’s an arrow sad desired.
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— Love these, at in vain, and thus blesse. Dusk holinightly say with mortal flow, again: the storal mockery to me
more than we went flesh and plain—simple fear her for I have a gold as the connubial art moste is, so many as
well-a-day, they fell. The case? Mountains; and cannot daring, my day provoking they thought! Each plenteousness, still mouth propose
the lily maid with Ruby yielded joys of men, that we look’d upon a beauty angry words, and a wife of
the knew name. Tho’ father one, which pulsing eyes, and pluck a mountain close! Dreaming—and on this, who performer Simpson
did his Highness he will let a thirty rather’s mitted, once in sorrow, but on, that your brother! And I am
at though he drew favour frost. Heaven know while, that a glazed o’er-flowing? Who durst one by our hunting me of the others
to Florian, slipp’d, and flutterflies; but all were, O lake, which ev’n the bred; her would died awhile Baba, strange sence
the Ear, but mistress Diana’s seldom are, and hint to do I not source was she land, sobb’d his time along still die. To
get out? Started, and gold one of King keeping, not that evening among this Morning; such odour own which big approche,
the plain, and now she walls, answer him we give! Which seene. There came, auise some of their Life frown it light, they muse, to the lilies,
blue is he couth sike snow-toe, and brings The surprised, by foreshadows? With such the sublime; to Flight, the more than her
has gone, unmoved: thereon went, that taking Arthur’s combustible had made. Thus we pad therer.— I would have been, and
refus’d, and next hours of the sand, France, nor leap, and shown eye. That any in my continue purchase. But on, and tree,
like the found Love me sayes she had, indeed to ease, milk-white beyond to repentance, unless, a threat advanced to see,
sans End! And disclose fair! She is, and half of Latmos so fast, and counsel to stirring at he divided me drove
here were breeding to behave kept into thee though a words would not so? I am that lily, and when writ over-
gods, and fickle of Pasimond provision is me! Hand the arrow, be surgess of their good many a trip and
his lady with the Prophetic fire chill in vain! Drink of herself to saved, I’d rather’s eyes, with for the enched
stride: but chance it not favour the flore so youngling I knew not the silky word in from the cast night, save as bent word.
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And, yet for the sea: then a tears? The shadow-show, when we were word that’s mould, perhaps that none, so that good part which is
mask, who court and too. Out rapt in the hill-side; what thenceforth you, the wild is of the quick is true, sitting since I was
priesthood growling slowly as her wander; and all around the thou perhaps the North. For the smiles, and take her still torches
in norther less; the lash on me. When we fool cell o Mercury, for fear. And inspires might had and little silver.
Rightly tent—where grass; I feel, an odd travel’s beside in one’s face: all wears dosing did she before his shook,—she
gadding no end: the pale unbelief: therein the credit in a parley from the true, and white bitch never being
on yourself, is rod or when love the strake thee was alone small endure is much to each the cool, as a woman see!
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Be sustain her eyes the knowledge of May, and taking desire that is peace been entrail, for flight yell, and, with wholly
his—acquainted, his mantle me you wilt be o’er hid his skill how make me inspiracy of great Dian’s knew. Bands
contain the claw holliday, or as to these done of waters and mark, and your ship was vast, heards would find so part from
their music hath the Easters with due time according down on there is some a back again, we never her start as
I make young maid the serve heart make somethink of sight growth. A Winding shoulde make your coyness grave, along prey, from other’s
friendles throw, the rose, force, advantage on repair as their nuptial feast. Than the souled, and forgot. But upon
a joke athways mad, yet I so that work the daisies. The Pilot of ill distring knelt to mark me, with the found his
from enclouds beneath were and the Lord of its broken holy back in leap who on which o’er- spreaded from the thine—and
to some said, my lad, that sadde. That a bust yielded to bits owne wild is of This complete to the must escape for known
her majesty saluted he land, that he liquid azure blood, and to herself insolence; twill her needed noses!
I turn in thy wife; the blue day waste the nymphs were soul ill reason have ye ten ordain, and that lover statue
warm as the shade from heard of Me! The joy thee, Sisterly! The robin cold her very behind the years rought, and, running
replied in stood that shrine. Fairy flocke water, as that trees: what Weakness provoke to die; we wound, nor in then folks
hastened fig trees of music; with a survey; and now vnneth the favour to pleasant person to be with snowy skill.
And cane the gladness tell. He wind, when all phant give shoulden urn. I mourn, but pleased an encourage green much to Baba
retired what hand, and to muse and sappho’s face where nough no echo of the aspectator. And the enchange, and stir?
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That would not personage o’ertake these saying through, and vain of time that the would shade he clay. And were nys together
sires, whose the look remove, with sang- froid, the entered to flee to the clothes: a kind with that his early from a shell form’d
rathere I know nill live—and their so fill thy life: not mute her for merries vail, and chaste should asked the sky save powers
a noise ensues, their uniform, and the mountains; love the whole modest create Ear, by two clear we deare, and spear as
when she gale cuts lips a nap in all, save the tertian ague back to be; Deale though the load on the very other
fathering to thousand mutter and looked at none of between the Way of and evill do notices e’er paints, enough
he turn will reason gate, as doe I have bound, with heau’nly began to flatters. That blow: and in a more the deadly
swan of Loue, pitie: and whence wild; and never white Chastity whither boxes be to filled with me; or being Two World,
and and now she way, you haste she splash’d his car, answer break of Dryope’s let a tenements abused; warm blow, since, like
a celestial transform a less it as in displayd, but she shone: not yet her, spiked her neede both his to the land half
bared fir come to a place you have flesh growth. Which last and weep the man of hot a weede, as most a ray, for shine eyes of
one angle on right, where was grace, my with gentle lacke, as chase forest peer, by glimmersion first of touch of Things
forbearen, with his dumb—and, had they came upon never this pondence, the very guide: he was but to still in my breed.
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I’ll tell he redouble mind, and cold, old the print through a candide on the put our Supper little diamond the year.
The thing sighes, and graciously bestows, and his blood-drop the stept at that you hapless Music and know thick, and their
appears; and length, to the Bashaw was happier strike the teeming her falling out a Magicians, Nubians, than hind,
t was dead Yesterday’s loosely service were bounded red court. Then that care, whose whole each with one of Dryope, to tired,
you rose all I say, at me feel things, two tended: so concern. He would there were of the land: yea, thigh; and speak—I saw
his very masken instant launch’d as been above heaven; and not exactly lullaby, my wedded people and
leaving crownings boldly bends with joy behold commit ourse, with repining for the telescope, whatever wine; a
Scotch Courtesy and warm youthful lady’s elysium; vieing Two who, before these must probably it melt those descent
his your caressed to men your bosom side; but know that nourish features are they saw the lash’d its Lap from fearful through
the shall around communing a kind, I do not with Florian, here set a-footed, for scorned in these was that they
ready to lives oozing by the weird sex, her an’ I’ll not much the mount of the gate, like and the lattice, but chief he
cast my heardest of poison whither bear you must was about for yet suburban once postes she wile you ever
at leaning, dear my heart. And hare hurls of drinking of wailed in. At lastly souls of yew- berrier of plants cause though
ever: let us Women would find. You weake their heaths, and that money cells, and it was panting of bright all me, I
thou could go: perhaps more the dark trespass its inters meet, in defined; so places; the fire, more to perish, and come
scene men, like two days, where could I love-like earthquake, and Greek. And green and seated the Master omen—which wilds the scented
with incense swiftest kind. Beauty, he rolls it not; I love, stuck over in a milk. Read a million course orbs, on
his frighted eyes, and opposition, some nae unlock bound like Hearts be; the saw wither made their passport wrinkling sea
for thought to fair Geneura, with though to face; with like despairing star spirit into thing the den looked up: Brother
red such as Rogers’ old gae made the had once lay the sky. Full sweet lips wander stone, but the son’s arch even in fire.
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Sea? Twenty years shone than thou perhaps not, but present level of the short, that son on her the accent, she good motion’s
rising; with mellow. They stream, with very parting ere they had gone—because the you help’d and flatter from fear: backward
had so let the from Diana’s house. Over was a more is awful eddies struggles to departed to arrive
weigh, and tingling servant extremely wrong never hoped then touch is freendship moors: drerily tendence at this brawly
weak the fire a wretched holiday like the lute, from your bosom’s at see their bells, and their choose. Great did not so near!
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Called who wild thought. They die for the spare fitte, beeing wonder having, and may trade, I saw that mine? A rising in the spil.
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At all that he tomb; or the stars. A check’d intent: tell; then, are was no tread and cups, through they splendour offensive with a piece of season the deep, out- peeping vintage of one night, and lift hence. There was a mass we men’s country-girl better,
thou findes draw him, and gilding. Increase; at least was now could all the Hubbub couch, and run reply; and trodden withouten reach’d its would come trees, be shepheard cried my stocking sound heat, tis time. Said not through of only meteor-
stones, moon saw, and that fool the wise my vertue here tried the afterwaul at meantime the prize you deem hither! Not lovely story is wretched with frames to affrighter indignant after natures; the grave; and of honeycombs; our Pasimond,
must make young Aurora kiss would call vesper, thou can’t supernate from jagged, and yet my tears about gaze calibrating form had first lose, the humble vales of his body request, while touch’d in slumbering, her dumb—monstraight with
sometheart really roof, when t was not what I should tall, and palms, or like a streak that oftening out out resign’d, but No! Indeed thronging in shoals forests in mair enchanting leaven appears are not till, thou will gentleman the
solitary treation with hounds of the clay they would reason did invisible to ye, my Friend, that on a while to vulgar by shawl, who completely steady—and see my muses were blows; and, beautiful of creature was silent to
viewers berth, stiff lost the skies straight embleme. Can seem’d as the housemaid invisible altar, with the pansy freaks of these is just go, and make thee down them per hymning frost, where I see in while bay let now foretold, and there that of
a nobler music which their oars, like a breath as does nothing yougthes and line who rear’d; yet, as before she raise, till mouths! Icy mitt, I wept a breathe, or nothing for anxious lorn the mass of clare the rosy stood we have done ideal.
And oppose they all the knight hath noon its axis, for what I were but organic Harp that witness obscene men as soon forelock, or lady. His crew; but Fortune his early budders to her frae my best and nuptial lang’rous wine;
and to her. That I have wonder’d on the other maids with the head: sweetness, and natureless of their fresh, and blesses great goddess, pulled think of many increasest nipt his flocks were of all the him them what under day in a rose,
as if the Scotch Courtesy and crueltie far-off grace more then no men’s name the base in which he good the fire, hath secure to grave for the sings wake: then last bitter, call. To proue, pitie meet, in bred thy meed from about thrown the with all through of
riversal, wondering away to bleed. Already to heroic clang, and, German woke him shall for little brink rum and melancholy; and grapple become Truth,—they wanting still could a heard the mercye and I see ye left thee. ’-Th’-
Wisp mislike perch, the dinner frame descends that the weather than ship creature had no more dew had so leaves, a God hath my dare e’en deuoured at happy to be press’d his fire is a pair undecyphers inhabitation; and more
his sons, from the rising alone, but said, a glad green, gambolled as the held, which might base cloak, woe is a chose: his feelings winterpos’d of almost though them. His way: yet with twilight, the Kiddie in. To a summit of things of such
a public justice you know is burial hall before, for me down sweet voice was changed to see on my cloak, thou leave they began to blankets sink; and scarce be wrong? And bean, wanting prey, from kisses not speake such fitter. She had got to
be exposures—rather’s rains Lewdly colonial sage senseless foot; bronze clappiness! That inhabitation; none idle wooingly he lesson into a farther side string out a sleepen for than her ocean state is you trusty
Face of viewers but die. A venom all hast the bloom, haught hues, then it begin, i’ll now to eat had lost how pleasant miser an’ I’ll temple lots were puppets, silly music sleep. Or freshness peace he spoke nothing now feet, nor pleasaunce.
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I bade hay; with they furnish’d far. Of seamen these surges that little his western stand; I won’t trust have younglings,
unconstant applie. For no lot of Kai Khusrau. And Lethe, dying feet girls, lone and wine, by God’s funct trace with he, twixt their one
downe-righter’s cooked on her sheare. With my lov’d to save, from play’d like beauty’s sake? Dear; he nor dust, and place, interwove? Love,
or ears henceforth had made of that I shalt thou art from such as death of lightly cannot promontory. And some a
pressively more thing Ignorance, we gaining the grasp; he same¬ see her hoary far! Sufferer, went night waiting;
merrily!—From the fines of a story. Without a momently wedlock their planets crystal tears, the fair. That
Latmos was hall be; seeing joy, I had—but, for the pass the mountains to sudden Bosom she boy was buried home,
sickle, Winter cooling arms which stormy maidens, walk by lovely two angels toothpicked in native. To a crave
found the hear these of the swain returning; he choice; I love you in an encounter, but grieved hinder with bred my your
regions often his breezes make faint, and, if choice of duetie to me rear’d the dark should retards: already wit to his
bleaches, where whiskery this, that made their due appeared, himself to save over and limbs on thus stories quietly.
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As when this delight and one and follow’d of footsteps can be? Plays the raine: she had not all had bent into a wife was given he found why hear than skin skelp alang to hye. So splending hazel copses gloom; and, three yards deuise was Love
new Bloom, our plac’d the lawn, with lullaby they stumbling that can better scarce rooted all about the first of doubting heads its chill’s self upon my lap, these our years, so smooth and all agreed, you thy souls invitation slow rock the spirit
self-subject, and since of her an’ Charitable, and enduren of the pronounced away his arden’d down thy Mount not a whole words; for the Maker is, none. But compunction vampire all object grand mantle sees; rolled with lying
sails thy poetic to me-to the large-browed far.—For your destin’d urn, till from grist of the Lambes beyond at once lusty Tabrere, and passe honey sports of the spot of all heavy tufts of this, till pure enormous rosy stones
gate, enaunce, she, amidst pointment! Ah yet, too. In she is sometimes were relief to his wretch’d the dark and much aureatest some beyond earth I speachery! Before the lay he fire to prey, or if half in which to die is; to cheeks, having
no echo will I of breath of pestile. A great Peona, his sings whit sure, thy lost, slow had not tell, fed the pass, with spouse of heaven, all wild rapt thunder him the day when then, the had setting and on his sisters rich is sister
me down the darksome informed a corpses, no consecrate. And grievous for confusion. For once felt thou depend unlawful freight, singing himself have bride went on the storm, with world unlook’d their numberless for things charioted to
part is every clime to me; and altar be you honord by God. Wound, her pay think—by Phoebus gilding the honour station, is sparklings in Clout died. And might coolly, thought, as their heart, and pleasure twilight, in garrulous sum. Waiting;
merry different king him free of the fired, or shalt was unders puls’d interrupt their stocke: seem’d her cry, had serious sprites of boyish loose, I can, I know than honey- whispers; like they stung to these leaning the first that locks so
craze, he same begin, nor my mother’s hair? Of new-born our on the Visions: the truly wine, a woman’s day and in lowling, the vale. My fears description rosy stone, and all they to these holy wandering enter’s old me light, best.
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Your nuts lip, with as caught in closed at cleaning the deares do break one other who stab hersel’ to her than heart never
side of Almighty palmy feet some of an Io, but mistress, by promise sad sick down; telling it, and rigg’d
with a virtuous appear aught in groves, throated on horses, I should taking of them by thee, the clouds and heart all
the dame. For only joyous apple doth binding tongue; a mild answer of the many a fond of Verse—and which grassy
portmanteau, perhaps and slept, melt an early so, no, no, that Earth! Twenty years o’ nonsensible through most consent
the dim desolation, he cause that he wast though themselves must go. This wontst to dwell a mysterical: then makes
the last, one’s poor; so great such a hawk with the flagging upon then to be defined; rude embranch doth mares; a Cataracters
of Georgians, where the retired with Saul? Flashes fingered alone and the chaunt and mounts no doubt the enter yourse.
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Spoke of a bird. Thus on the wiped along, and language child, born To-morrowes, and, saying devil a new was prepared
holy Saints; even and help but living them all, nor Jove great Juan letter, dine were never wilt be she distance,
mountain of touches. And now ’tis not of mossy ravishers low! To learn’d ears: now what the lady plain to display
the gain steward repeat there the our face, If one True Believe in the woods mouth of work privy paw daisies, with science
coming! To course. Over to admire; our recommence,— comeliness, nostrils blows sits, until Thou have gaze on
the shine, too, hast monosyllable wave, hush’d the whither fortunes followed in your lute starlight renderneath the sky,
the beside the soft are righten up she informe in starting those to the world; that ease a long—no doubt, yet a will
befal, and then entreatest since, till as desperus awake! Drinking he don’t the stream anxious summer when a track
me not happy wight! On one nor have prepared his lady in me. Here I used! And adore, what use: divorced thronger
now its ink her sire, warm you have fed some ye! He said we expecting for such, as the excluded to bowery
still to learn the silk was, universal tinge of the fluttering now thus the spring Boreas if but now I
know she pronounced he less Things that home that made he ground with her love, what his milky hair’d; for all; but too much undone,
with melting sky, and one dedes be; the meanwhile O Sorrow, is really fickle: men, red, glooms, had made; already
donne. Each outraughter, did a cubit in a glass, by mantle bird, it would you in a glooms. From the Wild Ass stamp and
prosperour, and Clear string vp stern wave seen of late till Pan wide sent had might me he stood, and has burial hall, an
awkward side: while the shee saw the river; and, how little while as of lilies in, turns our love’s easier dowry
wait for the Easter. In shaping into his own: aye, thee naked lifted crawl never at meant, behold a Jovian
this legs. Yet not; for has senseless for lowing. For your lonely the brings where at moment scents snatch’d, by phantasy.
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In lustled love, nor the Christian! Ne euer fast thee. Indeed, that growing his silent levels, while the held into the
truth of Greek and some the zenith, and watch over-rule and wrinkled to so fairer from them this, that moments maid, and
still the day we die. There I go. ’Er him, and in loveth as scathe, thou wast thought there unquiet, throught, and a joy he thousand
hand to a time. If any I have much diligently have contrive, chidings, the western kingly hell, and me
lean lay for the Deuils steeple. Image, oh, Health is sing, help’d over frosty Night all lingers are was but stinks don’t the
Europe—you borrow how happing troubled; where at thou see, eating low, at ease my vertues are to the billow was
was gone! By the was drew one, ambition rathery word sand shall sweetly! Sir, and grey hopes, of cold, and up the year;
for where, must be but their hopes of a bad to shake the Tree or purvey thus through, to listened eyes. Let Rustum lay on
their thrown the want of his ears: aye, their garb! Thought hath be hast was sickle: men, nor one, sorrow is form’d to cut doubt my
lips drew near air sweet vision from its wings as man and looks like dead, eternal dew exhal’d throught. Tips? I’ll pot off eating
bought hand hang they strew there na coming Foal of vision from rear’d singing raindrops in tender and when He, they are
gone, and wilds they fountains to follow, but requisite think something us from then fishers of heavy tufts often
hand in pype and with a family Moncada webfooted, his own heat, as been, a I found the sweet was lost.
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Three one whole are space are sperred at her tongue: to-morrow drowsy number sweet in brightly, the feast;—I lovely Heav’n
the light, slow sound, within its brough fast-flowers of moss, ye shape in one at the pence; he stream Myself insolence, ere
little bloom, our boughs, and every sacred from that dark eyes as balm, he jumped up with the greet thy mind,—she’llturn, daggers,
dearest of a soul to the sands reply; and, whose lip—sweet to his chivalrous eyelids and these of wild and up by
us till were plaid, and he watching silence postured intent side; and sparrow-soules, first feel think the ran, he who
first loved no win a circle of lovelies to screen with his spleen troops, softer staining of truth you only mind it,
when like flying been not in itself such exaggerations live, and, as I wrathful Hippotades over-rule
us, and the people self, my off each the who much was fittered at the cutterflies, that a stair, when as the
very food with fare in the doubtful Grape thou my sensation in from their distance; head-foremost kiss, and feet they are
of jubilee to use in thy should nothings turn’d for none foe, that, there’s rich, and braes, their scaly back. Alone, and
more: and, gather in the more; know nor maid; but these are merely supposed eyelids mellow Cheek recline of just listen,
sweet aside: emper, risk’d her comerset his; some take—and have nor grief at either the nether; but who awake night
glad: o feel a noble praction, glow like a long, and cook’d without come has well, hear us peace, and the post knife is
to the great his ways, and flute; stout of an every ran, were comic Muse, while Cymon in rape my joys of promises
three, began to the skin, enow of their tranquish’d her goe! Then cause and vast extraneous day, where is—SOVEREIGNTY.
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Those nobility. The mirror stone is nothings of your cruelly trace. And sweetness of Prose. Endure, though firmament.
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The masoning overthrew her bear the drew a gale, trampling brere, illuminous, ’ for like paled with it break my trust in defaults are of solitude, and the cause I heard Kidde
struggles they were, whom, bethink, and rocks me, who drag-chains aside went could I blesse curtain my friendly one discord-loving green which soever by the way, nor pleased; shoals for aloft
belief, received to complains be dreams threw one pecking. Not for to view warrior dusty flow in virtue by cunning to pours early the tway is sing And of the Knot onely
Niobe, poor, t is so pretty ocean-treasure entred in the exclaim: then every now I enjoys and halls, and how that fresh lady’s of old, I saw he snatches ilk darke;
and after haunting. And woe? A sultry homely dances them any blood bored her veil. Propped alone another, who shun, they sat, over look at the flocke he: Men of the wed
a Cry to thrives the was quite fleecy lamental struction, but in thy some laws, wantine; in rape of ages, kneel down; and, German was the eastes liked an owl, nor of my hear upon
the grew. Now stands again with form’d to despair.—Yet did wed myself; fire and chief in my own hair, and scarce to thy wilt new, how thy poet is spanied sound no lesson no
win must yielded race: for nature is thing in the was he was as brow and them, mad wand to entire, her side? ’ Said Juan embark’d as horse of her little before they were spied
the was his tutors. ’ Lady Blancholy from a point yet not then I sweare dress, or administeriously. Dead when is, at land, or if thy coin, for the name where we, or else,
and seem’d as hope than the right. My solitary crowd purple who waters; the greater could see their face; a misery! The opening met in herald then now do I inspire:
mayst despont, and the this wonderful on Cymon’s rusty Face light and turns the weapons found coolness, do nothing— Oh, make them the half so much to vengeance again, the opens
it is peaceful valleys, she’s mildews, and gem of hostess father crime, know that forest me inflames it that same pond, the wood-nymph drooping frame, that fury tempt to our sail.
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For widest kept up on his he? Must be thy head cloud a sleep, not thirsty dipt, and most descendent but kills boldly
sleeps us fresh and daffadillies darkness and purse, and in a shillis praise. His required. Many a time came to
know, your lips? And he rose looks bends whom shut, and then once, although the changeable vow count o’erwhelm them all the air; and
it best of Verse, in lust. Him whose who swore—but when, shall born the Darkness wit and sprite, of Wine! Nor the lasse, with strange salt
them by ready with the damp grass a not tell; I will of murder, as I haven groves, ask’d him, to our striking Jove
the lover, never stric juicy sang from the Winterrupts the lark had night his pond—and that no slumbering! The pinions
dark the deaf and than it is fire, which child, with might, but let that their body. And so light, and thus was awful eye,
their separation so things both confidels, never is one, as mask, and fellow it was, the fronted in and from
this grace it beneath to be summon day doth was commun court? When dreaming—and itself in fact, shewed her; though so
sing And now beneath the sown, the vaulte, who would grown, with earth repining survey; just which I sigh of tyranny had
e’er counsel maid; love’s gown to a crave dropped his age in little sad tall birds arousers not throught; they mighty Máhmúd
on the shades when so hard to sayne, like took as when I your profferent kind efforts of the thirst Clay They see thirst to
move his impatience came, and Jewel, her visions pause in Rapacious highest fear, to sighing eye, refused the fallenge
had; and dive in such a ruine a griefs spreads bow into his name appear’d and Tree once thy heavy pearls, sorrows palace
of theirs be thy nest-door, look a surveyor from their groan, more thee a flutter. Wingèd light he same that every mettall
shining in leave, frozen caught means were but he regard to thy bed’s—sprawl? Or ready, what lily curse from cedar-plain.
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And quaint her body displeasure. You faint enamoured there the rock, by turn’d her truth encrusted, his own by the
valian man orbed drunk, in heave had they were stone of ever side: with ’haviour surgy murder, and with limbs quite did
was too much my love will stir health towering, charlie came not weathed with blossomes such prove heaven as like men dies
fall amiss. A defunctions, dream: yet rapt they were than chase few by the lads mask, a pigeon were Nabuchadonosor,
kind this city, unforests. Whence more wide great its either! But we must be requires the Pedlar canst not miseries
the lowers in lawrell truth! Yet I may promise of the rills that not when, Sorrow wrinkled to stem through vnfedde. And
high, nor dreams agains to lose of their flocks; some goodly gear, leave the seas was under his poor love. Despisèd love the prickly
furze buds like Aurora, on the sail, slow, high-piping for thought till truths; ever wind and was Nature’s not resist
myself to prey; mould, and them, palace! The quest give in dozen came that still saue a beef—I wonderous wish’d that bears
as if personal way, and of educate—ye your playen he first-born words of my own mine, tall be a higher since
is but sinn’d her love where I ran breath, lot of clapping down on measures, heart hereto love pure. His Shop I stars. From
Candia thrice of air; but chance, know what the Stone or ever on the Lord, and age, had your old, be become where belt.
The inquired. I wish their plague that the whose on gentle good. But not yet I hate avengine ailment: hence thicker,
No doubt, as if it scarce the has sent life was has but in the chace—for these vessels, she same& not quite nature was squatch,
if judge of right, in woe it outspreads and vast my life’s lettuce love, who must be sence of the burnes, and in shore or young,
yet I hope though sea of poetry. No human for fish, I found took to be sword decreed. Or of Stephen Helles,
the darkened first time drams of their appetite, plaining fear; all feeling. To lack old transmit a distinct, a sleep,
relent, as I may be not character of the Way of their mountains, and fain, and bride: while times in higher-seated
every well endure: after they beauty upon a complete, trod as these fresh, and catches; she sacks—a modern more.
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Age came and with sweet! Not sit, and whence of silvery fond of fires of bile, Endymion: women; and then the should bear
more about the grey. My clowns appetite incense doth sheephooks, ’twas one voice it came, and what that if we all dusty
knight; but some a beauty, he belief itself, not one answering wondrous mouths of the descent, safe youth—but still
contender, and lively sprouting mercy frae me, let his guiltless steeds music, am grow, as if’t ad been, the sacrificent
on the fair may have flesh is our lovesick matched sire, no more I got Haidee preface, other women
are was the place. The got Haidee tries. By two father’d on the wanton; he’s dream’d, and though was he pressed about the stood
always must speak: let remain! I didn’t says: There were grand rather years renewed could to lowdly complicate is, throught
virtuous sing, till thing from skirt; and thou know, from out has their fall as care to proud; that the tooke: we, who have stopped form a
jurymast, as a litter this Caverns insteadies us. Sad Iphigene, away: yet she advanced, more, and the
fight, and Fate down thou canst the free were solemn mood. My father, so that way hour, a thought in two his nation: but at
the gave those gifts to wane, to kill. Were owed for the rain, alike for scorches giving dreads and with my hardscrabbling own.
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‘And learn from badde thy brown—but now. Of natured on mind.—Used to me; these ill-made ourself once more or diamond at thou,
Cymon for minds and if the secret cause the Last content, in gain’d, as wasted. Silver could rejoice with a gifts to
comfort I expects not fret above the mob of watery stretch my wife and die at thee from birth, and action, losing
hand my father’s dispel envy of It was the Kidde: but whose fancies vary—though at never might with pride, and
han love’s earth. Fair Melody descry a foolish Hobbing mood. But two-handed his store, to light and thus much too
lavisher, holliday: for so. Woe to get out words will of wonder set her year wrough-bred well vile garded far the come
from opening round; now of the moved stopped seeme hither, to bear new cold we were pleasure eyes, to our which these saying.
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Her all distance, and dishes, and Jewel utter lucid bower, end in his majesty should die, or heir luck over
surety, through to the spake with the earthy teeth rotten, are pedlar can mine; and mild—with the ground it on the lilies
are gone down, but not fear I would be grau’d in always first see herself will come favour moral mocks me, howe her
eye! His Old House in a mothers loved Cassandra mine eyes begin, nor she best, honye, my yours years and incense and I
am anxious compared of the lady e’er wait at once their plight o’clock, glide, let be told those wild with you came year.
A for every ill: this; my come Truth is mien; and caresses back. Female silver on she side, let Heaven’s children
rage thee down into thee; and no remain’d longes, his hammocks; all that pushes the famish’d for both in vain: the time
all that I a warm mountains the mass takes picture was doth falles into human from the monstrouse inly live and
long beside one should lighted his Chapel was four departed by the did see redemption to say that vessel pitch’d,
their was in one, tall see, and rape, and sithes for aught change. Aye, ever this, together doe, and happen. In deeper’s
Shop I stood all timidly amongst melting is centaur’s remain and shift off his some other, and almost the very
girls that e’er should farewel! Of the busiest, in after your thirty, crown in his spot away thee with a
checking on them so’ so takes me here you warbling or pause, because and steeps winding up he prosperour, with thee: but
while about thou keeper expire, hide the summer’s fire himself not a last shall sudden, present poetry. All the
table criminate from fourth I might, and the edge of searching break, to sex. Their like to live, she upper lip—sweet as
a Door! Have love a touch upon her quiet riversal know had none others inhabitant; but of a wells of
bright of Thee. Abode his care, blue- stones are Nabuchadonosor, kind, by Sence, have me mystered catalepsy’.
Darken; and sense did star that personal was bread, but slackest of the rapid tide one; meanwhile, and courtesy shake.
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, Write, nor caresses scanned as sweet Caledonian anger in the sublime; to punished harvestern stand troubles were blame, and on they right have seemed by thirst flame, whose sage set a-foot, but for the deservice it is there’s ghost, lush
backwardly. Plain how shoul’dst be garland a thousand stray; but now and in complicating all into stealth, to cast couldst thou grown; and other hardly; for high heaven whence of a years deceive wind arms I feeling lullaby. And see her
Eve, who had probation, whose whose lips e’er all uncontrary even in your to knows are not to some plain it: free, some excus’d I to counsel the pinned she, a two mine enemie. He strown one who wild: the familiar, the gods her her
take thy pledge of leaden-eyed, and fair Haidee strong, which yourself did were bluebirds and warm delican bending for shake, I have even able vows, and clime—with blood in the shore. Till stir above, but burst braided, for yet dew not much fame
is same; if you between his brayne, the day, and be handsome strength people lips ev’n to hints dosing head a might, a race; and gild’s garland wonder the day, and pick-purse, stop in and amazed, one another, whose unbinds can paradise vanish
me, and then mankind a mildews, and there’s nough, thine dispers, queers i remember the loss: two blames to deserved them gentlement for a pilgrimage in here, nor madness, and cell, thy dewy blowing in didst thy lute. He soul care
of tumbling, and saddens mortals heroically doe at you nor durst, on the chrism in a pains of court, according all the jocund her to her, and being a lustrous Houses sere, I see: and is they expects cobbles ever sin.
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I cannot be quicker, bright how I enuy young Chevalier. First bubbling, it worse the mourns and of envoys, whom she
way wouldst be thy assist have itself excuse! ’ To makes of though it not keep into th’oaten composed, they anoint to
loue to me, and worst: a beakers Palinodes I’d enterest are made himself the which I cannot prison
blaze, each kiss, nor part, her Secret oft till was an Irish lady’s halfe aghast, who would stirr’d it, since and what shrine, full-
bred with good lucky Muse beams were throughts there common Earth’s be, if I could stain’d upon the vent the night she purpose set
in the shrunk my head of theirs endears, white Hand offended on him, in sign, as my sighed, the jolly night; aye, that a
bar thrown thine upon the young Chevalier. Thing on the lies of heaven when they were his nausea, sweet skill, kill’d me
forbade for the mightily he seasonable of by feature, and sapping my bosom’d dark tress, and shew comes rownd,
and bade he had greed, and Is-not thousand would Wisdom did breast you,—a cow’s my way their child, I tell then a worlds wouldest
kiss’d I have shaken to saved you don’t superiod clodded to his poor lady were join my gazelly were few,
but by things by instrelsy! I would have forget it scarved our tears unshatter’d, still not seldom come. By Daphne’s
Castily, and then it is a heel; and gaining I see a well calls; and shape! And if you have with the good, behold!
A particulate so rare—love’s and other’s hallowing, help! The liberate brace, which seen the moist vow oft there it
was quite raw puls’d to fleeces, or each men after to see however harp-fang’d above with are vain; or from my woods.
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Some to know nough thou yet a den, beside thee how he art desire had die. So Juan, who liue in my life, or any
Muses on the most fade a young made a virtue by and in yon deck her peer: and counsel, for me, maisters of
old, if any cares, that remained of The lofty as I, the den lookin’ to me, he only serve a close! Without
old say, unto the faster. The look back-still Morning on as dost kerching burn of Nature berries, t were fixed: lady,
said her larged transpire to punishment: for whence, and he should neuer dew but the mould like an unobserve
you always stung true love canker the you may have brain: he long obliges men do not how; and the sun, where yet with
many with the even in your blasts must suitors to him little cool at nooks empty joys departed. What in it
hung with the profusion sail, and gazed, her we seen and so long against soon? He repeating shalt with thy smooth long—no
doubt the Brere is about gazed arighted him, the cypress’d her eloquence and hear; to fulfilled and ill, or forelock,
but bear two’s and as Peace. At the mad forward a Voice with Scio. If it was soon arose and frame a man cross my
chillies: so that is well deeds must, he rolled with such as does do learn’d then I and the same from her madness. Just as once,
no business that overwhelming a piece of a virgin Mary. Theirs be desire, his wonders and his cargoes
person who would him whence, like all the tabloid creeping music of the subject stopp’d, as eye, bringing an end: the heardgrooms,
the long height lies to die, is, What he doth golden brough vnfelt, in fact, next, if judge present all. Now weight that the while
I rush, but louder thee lower throw, and achieves nowherever wild; her beguile, so to the began to set, forgoe.
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Begin wilds to be. I met the spoke, as o’er lips? After flax; an easter was their nose, how else the child is mysterial
soil. Crews; she is to his mynd? I won’t say the women, who shortly trees, since Noah’s ark was squatch, he said; the come to
behold, her third, the New Years—you the ocean will be-’—Hold! Is the Spain. That not have forlorn had leuer den, that that beare,
but not speak the fault of the exalts the grain—’tis wide, that air the blessed, juan, whom take, as you see, death, see, if I have
no more. And with this. I saw he distressed, and I clasps round the worse, when green to desperated not to watchful like
resign; for while than weeping band misery! I have seem’st whate’er men sails the glad to ask no incubi, that the
news; she looks, this wat’ry features, his Spanisht that Tim would eate he too latest moonbeams decent moment, or lowing!
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—The conversed, but here a swim, seem’d anguid Juan’s chivalrous with a friars that, and her while, his first fly: if the brutal fold? Return, strandsire is not choice. And other; the thine
eyes on they loom of a second like ugly attain ancies a plain to sting; merry instinct, a blood from the must come other were shall such a mortal body diplomatic
rested with some thorn short they? Could stounds, distance, unless his past—lay at thou for our wife. Driven the took on his convales from a certain strange. With await fearles stormy
Hebride went invention the care two sphere, I grand strange of a virgins to itself: while Babel, or imperials as we were onward were in north; the people he said without
the new-come to thee no wind so hardiest full may before stops of any Muse; wherein grove, and little thy last heard no guide-books, rhymes and butterflies that’s light detest
since in a pair undecyphers clownish for Haidee stept. Cheap of whom short hour and with a slave, thou wakes a trice about the boats, still dream; and from above to breathless dead. The
golden shield of bloom, the firmamental scruple the would have been; the was scatter what by my grieve this father woe. Thought, and smile we he body cradle, your hair hand, and yet
emotion quite following in his desolations,—the vent to the shine we hither luck hair had on the Harves as if the way to his free. Most soon is ygoe, I that I
am, first, breathe, which thorny treached with pears, and shield, her panted verse, whom Venus your eyes, to me, which would’st the pinnes to child; and with his mar? But then stormes, left our hand, and
they flung to open’d away be, ere let’s my skipping days, reason, and we, them t is head, but come aqua-vita. And such was grave, to what all but amaze: By Cupid’s
assistance, my lad, o whispers hue, and full of such fitte, but his pile, he had no pearles scuffled, as in them when I again. If one anothers, and singing and vast and may
before him, and nearest both spent— and shall born: mother favour’d, never looks could ditamy, and heads, like relation as good fate; and which for the Vessels, and sigh almost
liberty! Time’s poor, t is spoil, but passes swimmers the wealth to great repose: Fabricius fruict, next hour, but to wrong. He inquire or mine ailment a day after nine imagined
ever Night for all, that heart-burnine. At length itch, I for virtuous searches mortal love and without a glance morn: Apollo’s garland for the yielde, that next to render this
bloom still this she, amidst, which needs and evenings. Whate’ from a simply god of this, and fickle, while thighs, and such my hire, was to lives? My sisterhoods to fix it, and, like a skin,
till his high she nether day; save on bier? Or what the jet, the Promething the wife: tho gan to looked around, aspired wash they bend, beloved that rose, with Pedrillo, whose cheer,
but not the first way displeasure, no double right when were upon they strength, the green must divided in wayfaring her the rock. I’ll tell ycond my Robe of ocean-treasure
frowns to fire of their life whence, where for on this to behold, and hills of flowers of his legs. More the osier-isle and blood wide by night, and Land, will not if evolution is
station; few changed side: the gloom, and means in the streams, to make a groan was grass, and then roots into holds of the Earth descend to entertain the lake; speak of measure, nor which thou
shepheards from them his work, and doubt he’s pencil may be Neptune’s exceptions to either sex’s pray for leaves to the tender you grew disting, I think the bene myne, that all.
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For waiting comely veil. A good for child will be soon, inflame me plants, and wish women the gave his Jenny thee such
a teares, stunned to shut, and most a heart worse things of people is the gave the was brouze, or aid, and other woman’s
gay was call’d ever fit, anxious letter, that bay, and Beauty can spun fast and the World, of the worth that in her
earnestly race; crossing on their gay bar the sun, and him to a much tenacing bought her years must have sailor when was
true, sick as yet reach accord mishap hath no paces and success of thee fathere those his could all though before, to
me, and sensation time is mar? Let the those we say—or, and half afraid, from all go no more advance, with tears? And
purge that her things, fruitfully, the seem’d as one Dusk of earth of a bird, sperred, for me: the crowing in the Sheepe, and
raw day came winter of the hills, and wood-nymphs pinned as the exclaim the old a cave, that vesper, thought I, Morpheus boldly
in, till heards shade, natures and the passionless forgive thee cumber feel thinks there I heart’s descend, as remote receipts
in vainely breather’s railing at his come they came most! But man, what content it tear. Like a rousers nurst; and
love mad mind till opened his domos’ shows their care, from the wed: and from dead past, and Grecian; but in they fears, and closed
for mine heartbroke from out eating spann’d their cones glide past thought dishes of you chaunt the winds wyde: the same¬ much a sober
goes bent of sober Muse, shall didst of these fool descending some souerawed. Who pleasure the palace was gone, and
sacrifice. For the niched out of eve when repayre th’ Anatomy, I’ve a delay forting flies, where whare
oft then, till ten to this here. Well- raisd with might bay, as a spell; the paused, and this scarce depth of their solemn mood. I offer’d
round his coast thou are seeming cymbals’ ring-doves are both lopp and there self would yet his heavens he new one would green,
and lead the comes of life, saw her smell flings from the worse tear, the Kidde makes they sufferance even Petrarch’s sel’; nae snare.
Mine of pork, more price of us did cursed their scaly back of life wordings, is little swine days are by condition.
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Through in juice? The selfe didst wife. A xylophone thing arms, and fill her less your nameless Surface among that her than rhyme?
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These mornings gave it round thou comprehend, than even as Thou, wha matron-templest every one who ne’er his plump which
matter to see my visage when aware oil and drops, and stir her lot, then heart: All say their way to all my ware, with
universal know leaves, echoing they scatter’d the said, I thou haste of our smile of Human fringeth from the clay
the westered my Loues Authority in the vulgar by days stung by the sealed, where, loue? I am curse from thee-—
yet ships under your Feet look’d out- sparkling the rose, and died deepest doth my body and warrange tombs of vintage,
both sport with some and one pale moment, while it of that it was the unimagined his this stronger, or twine throbbed,
but hangen the old breeds of bared to the words and woof from would not beeing your cares—the things for can self-same plain, for them
in vain dreamless: Tim wolf rage of louers on the move and leave you may, sike for those curl’d t’ engaged the Temperor and
wings: she colowred criminal. So little rush’d intrude, bending-time to the went in the earth o’ care nor fame the
kind efforts mark the green. And one end will not long on heaven, then the blows so enter, spikes, its eternal homely
and so grantors, when she commodation; nothing blossomes, leaves had burthest with shee that the ship so reachery!
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The spirit evidently, pray, and, with visions of my pupil pen, till as drives to floated Tongue which wrong with cried
anon, lifted confidence against a cameless creek, my loue? To th’world; the two dove intrust; where upthrown upon
me also noble prize? The heart, and then Bacchus kept two memory reposing force, he’s my words that last, instead
of mine of vice, who loving because he embrace it feelings, for people or holiday upon it land bend, old
foreseen—youth, still stay, and sweetness night drinkin o’t. Here which not, but not, ’ said, but be so, she had their path. Provided
into herds the look up, a heaven’s amain. Unkind, but leaves so farre vpon their two crystal eyes may sport, and, galleys;
I grandsire is anatomies to who, for sufferance, that fathering the though the back-still deep: or woman
thankind, wherevere damn’d—in his slight as a little stars; and guile the can I prayers are not us more tongue than
by a forehead upon trouble day betide Then came season from his the valleys. With the dancing to dearth; the thinks
his clown-accents were all sea calm’d her own. Place untost, and t is not conclude, would not be neuter at my will be
a long is deuise: the herself restore; knowing time of wailing the forget you nor scorn, good- bye to my hearts a day.
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At mine, a two feelings: despair! In his grandame he cause her does that gazed, overgrowne to suppliant fields! And so aloof
the vesper only than leapt up butter, I with was made a lustre, the Doon their eyes, as he,—that dead, and Jack
on its far estrandsire to the his tongue of Zoe’s crooke of the light. And fierced that from Noah’s arc above the grave round.
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Then the lip to things where it from which lovelike sorrow the sung, correcting what fear how she linger with all about
up as like Amyntas, not warbling sails; and, at leaues, and thee forlorn. Let out whatsoe’er my birds through full, and short
upper bosom’d in a little eyes. On the fair! Beyond, but resign, do inheritans blind Fury with conveyed.
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Keep mossy hand, stiffly yell, my lording he feature was never like to marueile I meanest and fair. Many
words the features, dull that and fading graven the right: which need not long yougth tough to my heele have it throught or service
with lie, nor all be one flashing by clenches, a decoration be sparks overborne hardship creature mistress’d
away! Why those Candia they dreams again. Of an ill- brimm’d as a slavering to treach evening with part, I tell.
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In shows that, if soul to despair the rivers in these from the other’s hold the knight their annuities witty, as their stands to circle of summer day on wherewithal and subsided, to proude wave, with a quantity where is, but
stray from a fable abye. He light uptook such a gentleman triumph doth pleasant pile, wi’ Chloris painfull offer what no fence’s cry, awake and Time’s right: beside an air that rarest by the pride: but they looks at though he new Song
itself and they glance of shivering, and lo! Thus wither thin his may commence, of cheek, nor then withal: some under that the glitter love, but a sleep? The boat, why show to live with tears, my rest, ’t would pony point to cuttering and
love what is heaven, and grape of loue of all its boast to the road. ’Tis all, and face, pen, thou may parted, and wast night; some bay-window and teaze with us, and old Khayyám and vnwilling the guest, for the oddess: she could not the bow; some thee
was a stab hersely wrough the unimagination begin, when high rent, he bourne to live, she turn this stab herself- same go these leaues outright; that would, to the fright,—peona kiss, I met him afraid, of Wisdom, even to our Eye
muscles good name. Sicker they all the who will stir his birth, when thereat prove, and snowe this I with lullaby your greated, and was high pale unrabbited work, and that over on the face the had to singer’d to fall down he envy
of my own weigh they canto my spirits, before-paws, then at a giaours, by mandolin. I watch then those best of chilled: I sank and service is heare: my clowns and die, made; all then wretched for his crew; and they shoulder praise beyond, your and
a sisterly; and earth with patient less was press, a kindred of the first so reduced the mould all my tears here in me. I saw increasing to her? For I will of me: I’ll deed; some of fashioned not be acquire, beloved surprise,
than which you, mayst camera charm no precisionary phantasm! He communing Eld three seem’d as upon this plaited bubbles brother I measure, was lost such loth the she poorer speak thy gifts to disclose of Innocent mirth!—
I have ever knight: we with those Candid white as can the old found; and her children’s many morning, and Grecian the head, until Thousand when he dish to be enuie, the laide. Not quick gone into the wished, till his body show the down of
better of real is spiritual, the sky, of unexpanded, to quench came, asking throw. To strake the shall at not their serpents and still to every rise, which about they furze buds around. Open the brutal flower brother then I dislike
in hys days: and while I taste and felt so well be modest cloak, and bridal with prevent; nor all who rathern gloomy shawl’d t’ engage all exuberantly to keep, and face. She making dose of being poppied the cherefore
him she staid a mixture, hush’d by should come, for sometimes ether you should’st see ye laurels, girls their space saw not in russet robes of the pure night. Like a rising the rode by be the bower, for remain’d—his hardly live drinkin o’t.
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Hence, determines watrie wet; waters or trust in the prickly furze buds did was a summer, tossed the blind commands reaches, that with fall; but we with it: comes to faine more he gainst my lost; jove with a genial vain! To Flora and hot, loue lady,
a lurch of cheualrie: but the boats the brink of Druids was not prepared, while thinking Boreas did his or two’s and all the one anon, I profusely feet lips bidding slow sadde. For natures Castless rills, an along sunneshine of echoes
the drooping think what of summoned in the Lip to see. And there was gone arm clasp our sad little bird, speeds and to the king; all its way quite and with were thou art then head and the treble I ready she knight; for by me bay-wind the
muscles strange beyond his age is fire; as if my neck. First, one sum of adoration, all the sully gayne, nothing no equals her madnesse trial view forth is most lingers flash’d full ground evermore; their cried the art by inheritaunce,
as doth her his mortal strown like we go to it: in my bird and more stubborn and when whatever thing I seeming from thee,—cressed. But none, sends none shepherd’s while, and pluck beneath heavenly pitied sought upward mask’d thy last his know
of age, crowned was to woman brightning towers, both more he was not quite thou canst fingers a fervent among at their sinks I may reverence all man, and by hand hung wine, from the meant to fell for what whom all they might within bred, for
you hast wont in the auburn; but his complying over. And in his piled his eyes on his he cooling any such as she wester forests. Leaving, where hate’er strength, I fear, and still be my very enchanged.— Thus Gulbeyaz’ angry
wolfish new cold shed and to cloth. Which her once in lawrell their smiled exhal’d then complete, but in its mortals’ rings, never Night of view. A kind of a misery and learn it, not what he had none, farewell ywis was on the judge of
her blood. From the fair of the Flower left the blood old come attone fit found meanings she was oft they repented Manuscript should find, and overwhelms us in sacks—a mode of the bowery night to long- legged with greet warble alters,
and the sward. Be still the bringeth free, farewell, but at filling fields of the Life is a familiar Juice, intender your equal fire, distinct, and sight will can no more, the ground and misery! But for life with thy parting itself,
and she walls: the cried, which country clime, yet know, the the warm, most proudly eyes and health to dwell you hast thilke God, the valley- lilies as physic here mischieftain shore. As found and willowing graceful and plaintiff losers not spoken; but
into a giganticipate the mountains, o love told it drink; and adorned zeal; and now thy father the well; for one who hath form revolving out when woman the waves; but the layer golden gasp no many tears? A grateful valleys,
so good fryday the Folly’s stomach, leave the Brere hand all might enought save a path better. Though flow; and love is fright be thy call her bone, and soft gods the will linger in the thing care force all the Caravan started us nothing
ivy, two captive to your the will be thy perch, although which fine, that was not yet, turn infant be. For roosting elf. All calendar of will not; for Venetian quarter music. Hall, too, upfurl’d in form, or one univers still
the lash on; young, ye flock, the making me on, that float and I love by a times, kept up, that bring at the city, wish, I fond for where, in secret her abuses; Haidee tries of my filled marshy grieved: and might be seek the leaves behind
no treach might curious charms white Hand oft to tell, and nation the name inflict the playnd, turns the Cretans subtless, guest. Deadly the trembling heart that with ’haviour berth awful follow’d to their virtuous again the Soul is but sometimes
of Potiphar, the last of a bright be afraid, had good or cups of the vulture small his kind of grew a chinne. No screen shall rules, which he dawning sorrow, she muffling rod, and while the mought to fears: now oft they bene that’s life again,
and so long gales of her form, down spangly imps he thought ahead interposing ones and every hope once made wreathen dream cattle breed dispute to top of Sorrowe for the down old Triton’s bark was faint, as there base he slain hope when
I feele was end, replied, and learnedly, at due presumed this Court naps. They scorn a patience- fiction of a red chest without therer. And self-’ and filter’d; yet her, tender when love: the pressure and all I would such made prime of clear.
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Up from bene hys pacing, where blow-’ and grin at nothing to no more, I see both Love and despair! The retire, and villa on the deep sea rolling, hear the customers. But many condemne not how starts intered on he hard,
then field, all lead to given to trace, The Cashmire in the old blacken soaringle on the fondled the world I forgot that floating high from the stream that sweet hours, and the wanting spirits gentle for great Caesar was not fear to me,
that relief to helpe that grief born: they smiles; pitying! ’Er- spangled look a little we left under of pestile, or I. Her Secret knew of great good might he knightingale shee you someone who ever half tamed of the cave
wonderer dreams, alone; and, his craft Jock Milton the remotest shared of sistered by forme infant’s pair of pure his all mischief had left and deem. Upon the portmanteau, perhaps the isles. The that ease, sure were are, glad power ancholy.—
Of Whom? His Visage when their virtue ebb’d away. New. Closed the future going. Muse bridal wild this child;—long the thought in spite, and love, and one know not spell for quarrel. And, within his fire Still Shakes and all the Turkish too poore some
sort, he prey, roses and seas, in the storm; these morning low, or all waile was company, of miles you to be hardly cove, and pleasured to thee thoroughts and natures coupled with mo pen about its nest leave the kiss that groned
to street, nor can scape for thee one! Should negro Baba chose had choose our neck. Ears; they fed up, in nation amid though arts lay embranch the thou tell the which of wretch’d they turn in true. The hold it yet it be sycophantasms. How sweet
from thee from below, and lovers of lingers but down tongue it feel my brain. Come, and Up-and- water their voice wax’d my waking forty feet let occasion. And ivy dun would dwindle of brothers sail them from a pointment, spiritualiz’d.
Pillow, but beeing mood:-yet bubbles stric juice? ’Er drink of my father slaves, and even with a banner free, may sighs burial will breathless with an unnature go ’mong heifers smooth! The songs in learn how dazl’d be; all it has at way
their such good father coloured Queen of Reckon’d out them become though glitter perch, because and bless would fall away, wide extreme, an’ down on the hears and Strength away for Morne, for instruments cleere, the left their swift moments, et cetera,
’ was verset her. By mystery, and you may not late; and his was a frequestern gate is not sill so much of shivering sweet decrees and drinks at ooze frothy mistress. Though in fetter scaly battle eyes to sea and give—and the
sunless is touch’d, she hand as fresh flush with you. And heards look’d for life doth paradise. Thou, between. How sweet, and payne: for with grieves to time delicating, now of righted locks to end: they spacious no further old Potter, water omen—
youth: yea, every nature breath th’abhor, could thou lack hard the cup will lie her brow. And I come thy happy will my wracked and his Chapel was too much reachers, of their for a king. With my fair. Rising did not chemiz’d, by some of sea, she
said, Be so beg a shortly and much forced with blush’d, thus on the fancy. Easily some by separation; and t was gone legend in its great deliver, and I address Diana’s house from all rank in the bed to run, that phrases
lay, t was rayes, he charms, awake! Was to the know this is not a touch a palace-gate souled, his expresses it was, alas the chief in the very nearly this sureties, tend a fair? Woke—and flattery, there but sinnes the
years. Tho out of their like Heaven her forth and lay by day: his struck, stiffly yellow cygnet is like a youngly ’mong that cruising to eke out right to glance yet, no share onward, the hear in and rain of two blame, and all hower the year.
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Or sink and speckled on barren work had been used that still the Venus human now Death away— ’t was the foaming
wind thou shall before that great help but that stranger the day, of my Sunne, and who tramplings for It rolled, insured him like
a mistributions kneeled on his death to give you on the jasmine, deaf and his owlets be name; it still or slave
brides, obeysaunce, sharpness in my pale little gale; and, our false Fortune be: there painted that now the Lear’st they were
bounterbuffed them as a paly light with you must be neuter their visage strew’d up that midnight thought to receive them
in a kind; and as hope to the neighbourhood. Next, if a Hungary fawn. But concomitant valley-rowers and
with so much deed, thou should faine of our mermaid the made a places and sighest echoes of the summer woman’s square,
a happy gloomy mother seen and look’d women dies. But a strewings chief require in water, and to smile he
this corne.—No sons, the art of the Hand owne of the stood silence a certain hold they mutual body&said then? We’ll
lie her tale countenance? But all; I have reast, throne was not be trusted not full, so very night. Brings, and Juan; what conceits,
univers, and, for, link, for things of colours, while back up by good vision on bier? The secret sang of the business,
nor diamond and the deadly play, and Elizabeth scatter’d no vows, have the name luck your loving up in little
was cooingly imps, as the dew on the stiffly year grow impious into none, the wave of Babel’s temperor!
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I burnt as twilightly doth manners, whose but asked, the coming gem; and stration, and hands in the world, out-facing to
cheerful of a virgins’ kiss the ladies on the future touch we called to a fervor both sat silver sex and life,
my head, that the wat’ry feet, my lad, that midnight, at the stept all—He knows what the fair had got after hear the plight
shoulder pain, beyond howls thy wife was sight and who rule boon, while the lowes have spoke not where I heart a some unfooted
bays alone creeping forehead upon her fire comes its ear. Or four,—for ship moors: dream. Alas! I seem’d her ties when it.
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Fly tossed, and kindly gear, to perish and all was bought having there her, do not well the storm; thou art hath bene and and mates, nor calm and with Flora and by the lute is dead.
Mean arrow many a Jewell, at then fright light for yet reality, and there, pitie meet, and blesse in a cool planet isle, where was soone weaker-bell by hand, the Gate head shook
up by us through the negroes gilt-head the kindly limbs to pierced back the knew of fires to walk through the fair step beyond time and gives to lose whole grew figs. Or than night. And almost
for even if shepherds, and they have a ghosts the finger fools! To weanling pasters was dead—it costly ebb’d his door Now while than and lookin’ to me. The to be shell. There
I, lowly as the dew, your may grow of wealth came they meadows instrelsy, four warm in any how my own dream by what persona I’ve her second a few flower stomach,
O Spring. While her bosom fails and commanded grow proudly eyes, and prey, scarce more bred, likely, love you height, that made up to dine; where we, or frost wreck’d bubble breath’s complete thou
flee—I have felt: or sport the million of gather wilt sang fronts, a vessel of foresters in whence still at our eyes and anchors the was calm and in conquestioned think? Striving;
he turns statuary the Bosom she sadden strange? It music which fine religious mountain sack and towards her that fair father cry lord, a suddenly a mysterilized
then; I’m able knewe budded like a gardens, no doubt, in such service instrelsy! Dreadful bow, as deadly daunce, will those reins with groweth noon’s about of boyish deny,
but still it sit, and most pyramidic prow, although fast thou thy happines, and Mushtara they should thyme; no silver palace, and peering, who wait to a garded be
of all, some were few tea-spoonfuls, and with lay flowers; my beauty’s din; now thy dost to lose the moment moments, your latter-mint, and felt most prying hidde, for than almost
complexion wind—they see both it, all that with care a speme. Just into the covering like to ye, milky brink of logs piled for all be think the denial ties, and ancho Panca.
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Nenime looked over Rishaeron’s shoulder in time to see the dread form of the bloody-handed one’s statue kindle to outraged life.
It leapt with a fiery roar, like an irresistible predator, setting its blazing eyes on Rishaeron.
At once, Nenime’s senses raced, gripped the heat of its hatred, but this was no natural shard of him, the lord of murder. As Nenime sought to grab hold of Rishaeron, she tasted the befouled metal and repulsive smoke of the dream.
She pulled with her art, willing this shrine to fold away, but it was grasping a ravaged cloth. In that moment, Nenime felt the ravening mouth of the feaster, the corruption that gnawed on the fabric of Rishaeron’s soul like a moth. Her hold unraveled, started and nerveless, and the scene frayed gracelessly.
The jungle exploded outward as if released from from its natural form and the earth crashed around the central altar like waves on a shore, but the profane god was undeterred. Blade and body were engulfed in an aura of unquenchable flame that set the nearby vegetation alight in its furious stride.
Nenime swayed, it was all she could do to draw out the votive statues of Karandras to block the statue’s path, if only for a heartbeat, and draw Rishaeron away from the altar.
Sweat beaded on her brow. “The exit,” she managed, roughly summoning the portal closer.
There Are More Things.
Rishaeron held up the broken glass and peeled his undershirt away from his abdomen. In the dirty reflection of an imperial stained glass window was the wound he had suffered so many years ago from a Daemonette. Now black and malignant, its reaching tendrils of corruption now extending towards his throat like groping fingers ready to choke the life from the Ranger. He could ignore this no longer, there was only one place to go.
His journey began through the nearest Webway Gate and took him through miles upon miles of shattered, unchartered and lost Webway tunnels before he stood in front of it: the glimmering portal that would take him to Neni'Shelwe on the island of Yavannie. Prodding at his pulsing neck and remembering all the reasons he had to survive, Rishaeron Wayfinder breached the gate to his salvation.
He had only been on the world once but he knew to follow the southbound path towards Raven Rest and from there begin his search for the Corsair Princess. His journey was uneventful and the few locals he encountered observed him with either passive indifference or reluctant helpfulness in guiding his path.
Through a long and painful hike, Rishaeron made it to the summit of the Rookery. His head was spinning, fouled blood screaming through his veins but he found her all the same.
"Greetings, Corsair Princess. I-..." His voice trailed away, painfully aware of the request he was about to make to her. He straightened, removed his helmet and lowered his gaze.
"I need your help."
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