#King's Cross Moscow

[thegreenleavesofspring]

Actually no you know what, I'm still thinking about last Sunday's sermon. In like the least three minutes, the pastor managed to pounce on my absolute biggest insecurity as a Christian, but more on that anon.

The whole sermon was supposed to be about young men, which I expected to feel like being dragged backwards by the hair through beds of hot coals embedded with broken glass (you know, like usual) because I happen to have boys that I know I'm not raising well. And there was a certain amount of squirming, but he also interspersed a few how-to's in with his "Here's what your Happy Christian Family (tm) should look like! 😃😃 But don't worry if it doesn't, you can always get there 😁" (which always leaves me screaming "HOW! How do I get from HERE to THERE" but I digress) which was a nice change of pace.

But he kept going off on tangents that were just... encouragement? And admittedly I don't know how much I would've gotten out of it if I hadn't been praying about exactly that the previous night. But one of the passages that came to me right after I was done praying (or while I still was kinda?) was Joseph on that throne in Egypt looking at his brothers and saying "What you meant for evil God intended for good" and then the pastor the next morning was like "and Joseph was there in Egypt and was telling his brothers what you meant for evil God meant for good" and I was all *Leonardo di Caprio pointing meme*

BUT ANYWAY in the last couple of minutes he was like

"So the charge is simply: believe the blessing. He's putting the blessing upon you. He's blessing you; He knows all about you. And He's blessing you. He's pleased with you.* So, that's the charge. Believe the blessing. Receive the blessing, with believing hearts. Now - the Lord bless you and keep you, the Lord make His face shine upon you, and be gracious unto you. The Lord lift up His countenance upon you, and grant you His peace. And amen."

*me, still blubbering over "He's pleased with you" (I have a really, really, really hard time with that one. What do you MEAN He's pleased with me, that's impossible, have you seen me?!?! I am nothing but a failure and a disaster top to bottom.

Anyway.)

[josefavomjaaga]

Ida meets Ney in Russia

I dimly remember that somebody (Cadmus?) mentioned they wanted to read more from Ida. So here’s a brief snippet of Ida – for once – getting in trouble with her hero, of Ney scolding her and … being jealous of Eugène?

The meeting takes place somewhen in late 1812 or early 1813, as much as it’s possible to tell from Ida’s chronological rollercoaster ride. In any case, after or at the end of the Russian retreat. Because of course Ida had joined the Russian campaign as well.

And not only she. If any tumblerinas here plan on learning how to time travel and want to go back to see the Grande Armée march towards Moscow, they don’t need to worry about incognitos. Most likely they would barely be noticed, as apparently there were wagonloads of groupies following their heroes around.

Okay: four. But that’s only those ladies Ida travelled with. Plus, two of them died on the way back.

Ida was particularly fond of a Polish-Lithuanian girl named Nidia, as madly in love with general Montbrun as Ida was in love with Ney. Not that either of the two got to see their idol much during the march. As a matter of fact, the first thing Nidia learned before entering Moscow was that Montbrun had been killed at the battle of Borodino. Other than that, Ida claims to have had a bad feeling about this city from the start:

As we entered Moscow, occupied at last by our troops, this immense city seemed to us like a vast tomb; its empty streets, deserted buildings and solemnity of destruction were heartbreaking. Despite the pomp of victory, I felt struck by I don't know what new kind of melancholy when I saw it; the flags seemed to me gloomy and almost surrounded by funeral crêpes and black forebodings. We were staying in Rue Saint-Pétersbourg, near the Miomonoff palace, which was soon occupied by Prince Eugène. The sight of this young hero and the cheers of the soldiers, who adored him, gave us back all the illusions of victory.

Okay, so I just added this because it’s so rare to see Eugène receive some praise. (I should also mention that the adored young hero was growing bald at an alarming rate and that his bad teeth were killing him.)

As a matter of fact, Ida claims that Nidia was especially interested in Eugène because he was rumoured to maybe become king of Poland (yes, another candidate). These rumours did really exist, Eugène mentions them in a letter to his wife before the campaign started. (And he also makes it pretty clear that these are just rumours and that he has not the slightest ambition to stay in this country. He may have used different vocabulary than Lannes but he didn’t like the region any better.)

The following night, Ida and Nidia wake up to a burning Moscow and are saved by soldiers of 4th corps. On the retreat, they seem to have followed headquarters as closely as possible, which was their safest bet to stay alive (because where the emperor is, there’s food and firewood and a resemblance of order) but still witness horrible tragedies. After the crossing of the Berezina, they apparently followed the remnants of Eugène’s 4th corps to Marienwerder, before Nidia says goodbye and goes back to defending Poland.

But before, on the way, at Valutina (?), Ida finally sees Ney again

At this point, after the retreat, Ida at least starts to question her decision to follow the Grande Armée around. Or something like that.

I have just recounted my fatigue, my difficulties and my perils in a war beyond human endurance, because of the new aspects it seemed to give to destruction and death. A powerful feeling made me undertake everything and endure everything. Why was I going to face the hazards of a campaign? Why was I going to expose the weakness of a woman to the rigours of a climate of iron? In order to obtain yet another glance from the one whose smile had always paid me for my military errands. This look was always like a world offered to my hopes; the dream alone of this reward had made possible all the impossibilities of time, distance, sex and fortune. My life was thus burnt for a few hours, still uncertain. I was giving up everything for a moment in space. Alas! this time, how I was going to regret this moment that had cost me so much to conquer! I had just gambled my existence for a flash of happiness, and this flash, the quickest of my life, became the cruelest.

I had to spend three fatal hours in a miserable shack on the outskirts of Volutina. My dress was so horrible that it was a real disguise. In a person dressed like that, one could hardly suspect a woman. Ney, however, only had to look my way to recognise me. To have been seen was enough to have been discovered. I was about to rush to the front of this first happiness; I was about to testify to the soul of my life how proud I was of this divination of friendship, of this perspicacity of memory, when words of an energy which was far from that of the feeling of which I was possessed, intimated to me the order of the most positive dismissal: "What are you doing here? What do you want? Go away quickly." With this address and a few short, curt rebukes about my reckless rage and my fury at following him everywhere, I only had the strength to reply: "It is a rage, indeed, but it is not at least the rage of pleasure or vanity," pointing to my coarse clothes and my face burnt by the sun and faded by fatigue. He took no notice of either the harangue or the costume. He was off and running. His displeasure at seeing me there was so great; he let it out so vividly that I thought he was going to push me back to the opposite bank of the Dniéper in his anger. Stunned by the reception, struck by lightning, I remained motionless for more than an hour, staring at him, thinking I saw him; he had disappeared without paying any more attention to me or worrying about me.

From which we can deduct that Ney was not a reader of Jane Austen novels. Otherwise he would have known that whenever you have behaved in a way that made a woman fall in love with you that’s f-ing your fault, monsieur!

In 1813, when I recalled to Marshal Ney this scene of such violent fury, followed by such cruel silence and abandonment, he told me that he had been so mortally frightened by the extravagance which had pushed me into the midst of so many perils and the licentiousness of an army, that he had even been tempted to beat me. Truth requires me to admit that the temptation had been so strong that he had, I believe, yielded to it a little; it was without his knowing it, for the great passions know neither all they want nor all they do. Anger is therefore still love, since it is as blind as fury.

Girl, get help. Seriously.

When we crossed the Dniéper at Serokodia, I could have had another word with him. A new laurel had just hidden his wrongs and healed my wound. I could have, I wanted to say to him: You have just added to your immortal glory here; you alone have just saved Frenchmen lost in deserts of ice; I would have liked to express to him what all parties repeat today, what posterity will proclaim on the ashes of the brave... But I stuck to the joy of hearing the distant cheers. There was then a little fear in my delirium for him, and I almost have the idea that I idolised him even more by fearing him in that way…

Did I mention the thing about getting help?

Yes, even the reproach was appreciated by my heart, and still seemed to me a tender interest. I found I don't know what pleasure in hearing myself scolded later for my association with Nidia, my marches and counter-marches with the Viceroy's troops. No matter how many times I told the Marshal that Eugène's protection had been focused exclusively on the young Lithuanian girl, and that I had slipped unnoticed into this benevolence, he took it into his head to believe nothing of these sincere protestations. To make him reconsider such a strongly conceived idea would have meant exposing myself to a repeat of the Dniéper order and military correction. I had no intention of trying the same pleasure twice. Finally, he saw the evidence of my attachment, and he found the generosity to prove this belated but strong conviction to me [...]

By calling her his brother-in-arms, by the way. And this, I believe, really meant a lot to Ida.

[dailyanarchistposts]

Footnotes 1 - 100

[1] Origin of Species, chap. iii.

[2] Nineteenth Century, Feb. 1888, p. 165.

[3] Leaving aside the pre-Darwinian writers, like Toussenel, Fée, and many others, several works containing many striking instances of mutual aid — chiefly, however, illustrating animal intelligence were issued previously to that date. I may mention those of Houzeau, Les facultés etales des animaux, 2 vols., Brussels, 1872; L. Büchner’s Aus dem Geistesleben der Thiere, 2nd ed. in 1877; and Maximilian Perty’s Ueber das Seelenleben der Thiere, Leipzig, 1876. Espinas published his most remarkable work, Les Sociétés animales, in 1877, and in that work he pointed out the importance of animal societies, and their bearing upon the preservation of species, and entered upon a most valuable discussion of the origin of societies. In fact, Espinas’s book contains all that has been written since upon mutual aid, and many good things besides. If I nevertheless make a special mention of Kessler’s address, it is because he raised mutual aid to the height of a law much more important in evolution than the law of mutual struggle. The same ideas were developed next year (in April 1881) by J. Lanessan in a lecture published in 1882 under this title: La lutte pour l’existence et l’association pour la lutte. G. Romanes’s capital work, Animal Intelligence, was issued in 1882, and followed next year by the Mental Evolution in Animals. About the same time (1883), Büchner published another work, Liebe und Liebes-Leben in der Thierwelt, a second edition of which was issued in 1885. The idea, as seen, was in the air.

[4] Memoirs (Trudy) of the St. Petersburg Society of Naturalists, vol. xi. 1880.

[5] See Appendix I.

[6] George J. Romanes’s Animal Intelligence, 1st ed. p. 233.

[7] Pierre Huber’s Les fourmis indigëes, Génève, 1861; Forel’s Recherches sur les fourmis de la Suisse, Zurich, 1874, and J.T. Moggridge’s Harvesting Ants and Trapdoor Spiders, London, 1873 and 1874, ought to be in the hands of every boy and girl. See also: Blanchard’s Métamorphoses des Insectes, Paris, 1868; J.H. Fabre’s Souvenirs entomologiques, Paris, 1886; Ebrard’s Etudes des mœurs des fourmis, Génève, 1864; Sir John Lubbock’s Ants, Bees, and Wasps, and so on.

[8] Forel’s Recherches, pp. 244, 275, 278. Huber’s description of the process is admirable. It also contains a hint as to the possible origin of the instinct (popular edition, pp. 158, 160). See Appendix II.

[9] The agriculture of the ants is so wonderful that for a long time it has been doubted. The fact is now so well proved by Mr. Moggridge, Dr. Lincecum, Mr. MacCook, Col. Sykes, and Dr. Jerdon, that no doubt is possible. See an excellent summary of evidence in Mr. Romanes’s work. See also Die Pilzgaerten einiger Süd-Amerikanischen Ameisen, by Alf. Moeller, in Schimper’s Botan. Mitth. aus den Tropen, vi. 1893.

[10] This second principle was not recognized at once. Former observers often spoke of kings, queens, managers, and so on; but since Huber and Forel have published their minute observations, no doubt is possible as to the free scope left for every individual’s initiative in whatever the ants do, including their wars.

[11] H.W. Bates, The Naturalist on the River Amazons, ii. 59 seq.

[12] N. Syevertsoff, Periodical Phenomena in the Life of Mammalia, Birds, and Reptiles of Voronèje, Moscow, 1855 (in Russian).

[13] A. Brehm, Life of Animals, iii. 477; all quotations after the French edition.

[14] Bates, p. 151.

[15] Catalogue raisonné des oiseaux de la faune pontique, in Démidoff’s Voyage; abstracts in Brehm, iii. 360. During their migrations birds of prey often associate. One flock, which H. Seebohm saw crossing the Pyrenees, represented a curious assemblage of “eight kites, one crane, and a peregrine falcon” (The Birds of Siberia, 1901, p. 417).

[16] Birds in the Northern Shires, p. 207.

[17] Max. Perty, Ueber das Seelenleben der Thiere (Leipzig, 1876), pp. 87, 103.

[18] G. H. Gurney, The House-Sparrow (London, 1885), p. 5.

[19] Dr. Elliot Couës, Birds of the Kerguelen Island, in Smithsonian Miscellaneous Collections, vol. xiii. No. 2, p. 11.

[20] Brehm, iv. 567.

[21] As to the house-sparrows, a New Zealand observer, Mr. T.W. Kirk, described as follows the attack of these “impudent” birds upon an “unfortunate” hawk. — “He heard one day a most unusual noise, as though all the small birds of the country had joined in one grand quarrel. Looking up, he saw a large hawk (C. gouldi — a carrion feeder) being buffeted by a flock of sparrows. They kept dashing at him in scores, and from all points at once. The unfortunate hawk was quite powerless. At last, approaching some scrub, the hawk dashed into it and remained there, while the sparrows congregated in groups round the bush, keeping up a constant chattering and noise” (Paper read before the New Zealand Institute; Nature, Oct. 10, 1891).

[22] Brehm, iv. 671 seq.

[23] R. Lendenfeld, in Der zoologische Garten, 1889.

[24] Syevettsoff’s Periodical Phenomena, p. 251.

[25] Seyfferlitz, quoted by Brehm, iv. 760.

[26] The Arctic Voyages of A.E. Nordenskjöld, London, 1879, p. 135. See also the powerful description of the St. Kilda islands by Mr. Dixon (quoted by Seebohm), and nearly all books of Arctic travel.

[27] See Appendix III.

[28] Elliot Couës, in Bulletin U.S. Geol. Survey of Territories, iv. No. 7, pp. 556, 579, etc. Among the gulls (Larus argentatus), Polyakoff saw on a marsh in Northern Russia, that the nesting grounds of a very great number of these birds were always patrolled by one male, which warned the colony of the approach of danger. All birds rose in such case and attacked the enemy with great vigour. The females, which had five or six nests together On each knoll of the marsh, kept a certain order in leaving their nests in search of food. The fledglings, which otherwise are extremely unprotected and easily become the prey of the rapacious birds, were never left alone (“Family Habits among the Aquatic Birds,” in Proceedings of the Zool. Section of St. Petersburg Soc. of Nat., Dec. 17, 1874).

[29] Brehm Father, quoted by A. Brehm, iv. 34 seq. See also White’s Natural History of Selborne, Letter XI.

[30] Dr. Couës, Birds of Dakota and Montana, in Bulletin U.S. Survey of Territories, iv. No. 7.

[31] It has often been intimated that larger birds may occasionally transport some of the smaller birds when they cross together the Mediterranean, but the fact still remains doubtful. On the other side, it is certain that some smaller birds join the bigger ones for migration. The fact has been noticed several times, and it was recently confirmed by L. Buxbaum at Raunheim. He saw several parties of cranes which had larks flying in the midst and on both sides of their migratory columns (Der zoologische Garten, 1886, p. 133).

[32] H. Seebohm and Ch. Dixon both mention this habit.

[33] The fact is well known to every field-naturalist, and with reference to England several examples may be found in Charles Dixon’s Among the Birds in Northern Shires. The chaffinches arrive during winter in vast flocks; and about the same time, i.e. in November, come flocks of bramblings; redwings also frequent the same places “in similar large companies,” and so on (pp. 165, 166).

[34] S.W. Baker, Wild Beasts, etc., vol. i. p. 316.

[35] Tschudi, Thierleben der Alpenwelt, p. 404.

[36] Houzeau’s Études, ii. 463.

[37] For their hunting associations see Sir E. Tennant’s Natural History of Ceylon, quoted in Romanes’s Animal Intelligence, p. 432.

[38] See Emil Hüter’s letter in L. Büchner’s Liebe.

[39] See Appendix IV.

[40] With regard to the viscacha it is very interesting to note that these highly-sociable little animals not only live peaceably together in each village, but that whole villages visit each other at nights. Sociability is thus extended to the whole species — not only to a given society, or to a nation, as we saw it with the ants. When the farmer destroys a viscacha-burrow, and buries the inhabitants under a heap of earth, other viscachas — we are told by Hudson — “come from a distance to dig out those that are buried alive” (l.c., p. 311). This is a widely-known fact in La Plata, verified by the author.

[41] Handbuch für Jäger und Jagdberechtigte, quoted by Brehm, ii. 223.

[42] Buffon’s Histoire Naturelle.

[43] In connection with the horses it is worthy of notice that the quagga zebra, which never comes together with the dauw zebra, nevertheless lives on excellent terms, not only with ostriches, which are very good sentries, but also with gazelles, several species of antelopes, and gnus. We thus have a case of mutual dislike between the quagga and the dauw which cannot be explained by competition for food. The fact that the quagga lives together with ruminants feeding on the same grass as itself excludes that hypothesis, and we must look for some incompatibility of character, as in the case of the hare and the rabbit. Cf., among others, Clive Phillips-Wolley’s Big Game Shooting (Badminton Library), which contains excellent illustrations of various species living together in East Africa.

[44] Our Tungus hunter, who was going to marry, and therefore was prompted by the desire of getting as many furs as he possibly could, was beating the hill-sides all day long on horseback in search of deer. His efforts were not rewarded by even so much as one fallow deer killed every day; and he was an excellent hunter.

[45] According to Samuel W. Baker, elephants combine in larger groups than the “compound family.” “I have frequently observed,” he wrote, “in the portion of Ceylon known as the Park Country, the tracks of elephants in great numbers which have evidently been considerable herds that have joined together in a general retreat from a ground which they considered insecure” (Wild Beasts and their Ways, vol. i. p. 102).

[46] Pigs, attacked by wolves, do the same (Hudson, l.c.).

[47] Romanes’s Animal Intelligence, p. 472.

[48] Brehm, i. 82; Darwin’s Descent of Man, ch. iii. The Kozloff expedition of 1899–1901 have also had to sustain in Northern Thibet a similar fight.

[49] The more strange was it to read in the previously-mentioned article by Huxley the following paraphrase of a well-known sentence of Rousseau: “The first men who substituted mutual peace for that of mutual war — whatever the motive which impelled them to take that step — created society” (Nineteenth Century, Feb. 1888, p. 165). Society has not been created by man; it is anterior to man.

[50] Such monographs as the chapter on “Music and Dancing in Nature” which we have in Hudson’s Naturalist on the La Plata, and Carl Gross’ Play of Animals, have already thrown a considerable light upon an instinct which is absolutely universal in Nature.

[51] Not only numerous species of birds possess the habit of assembling together — in many cases always at the same spot — to indulge in antics and dancing performances, but W.H. Hudson’s experience is that nearly all mammals and birds (“probably there are really no exceptions”) indulge frequently in more or less regular or set performances with or without sound, or composed of sound exclusively (p. 264).

[52] For the choruses of monkeys, see Brehm.

[53] Haygarth, Bush Life in Australia, p. 58.

[54] To quote but a few instances, a wounded badger was carried away by another badger suddenly appearing on the scene; rats have been seen feeding a blind couple (Seelenleben der Thiere, p. 64 seq.). Brehm himself saw two crows feeding in a hollow tree a third crow which was wounded; its wound was several weeks old (Hausfreund, 1874, 715; Büchner’s Liebe, 203). Mr. Blyth saw Indian crows feeding two or three blind comrades; and so on.

[55] Man and Beast, p. 344.

[56] L.H. Morgan, The American Beaver, 1868, p. 272; Descent of Man, ch. iv.

[57] One species of swallow is said to have caused the decrease of another swallow species in North America; the recent increase of the missel-thrush in Scotland has caused the decrease of the song.thrush; the brown rat has taken the place of the black rat in Europe; in Russia the small cockroach has everywhere driven before it its greater congener; and in Australia the imported hive-bee is rapidly exterminating the small stingless bee. Two other cases, but relative to domesticated animals, are mentioned in the preceding paragraph. While recalling these same facts, A.R. Wallace remarks in a footnote relative to the Scottish thrushes: “Prof. A. Newton, however, informs me that these species do not interfere in the way here stated” (Darwinism, p. 34). As to the brown rat, it is known that, owing to its amphibian habits, it usually stays in the lower parts of human dwellings (low cellars, sewers, etc.), as also on the banks of canals and rivers; it also undertakes distant migrations in numberless bands. The black rat, on the contrary, prefers staying in our dwellings themselves, under the floor, as well as in our stables and barns. It thus is much more exposed to be exterminated by man; and we cannot maintain, with any approach to certainty, that the black rat is being either exterminated or starved out by the brown rat and not by man.

[58] “But it may be urged that when several closely-allied species inhabit the same territory, we surely ought to find at the present time many transitional forms.... By my theory these allied species are descended from a common parent; and during the process of modification, each has become adapted to the conditions of life of its own region, and has supplanted and exterminated its original parent-form and all the transitional varieties between its past and present states” (Origin of Species, 6th ed. p. 134); also p. 137, 296 (all paragraph “On Extinction”).

[59] According to Madame Marie Pavloff, who has made a special study of this subject, they migrated from Asia to Africa, stayed there some time, and returned next to Asia. Whether this double migration be confirmed or not, the fact of a former extension of the ancestor of our horse over Asia, Africa, and America is settled beyond doubt.

[60] The Naturalist on the River Amazons, ii. 85, 95.

[61] Dr. B. Altum, Waldbeschädigungen durch Thiere und Gegenmittel (Berlin, 1889), pp. 207 seq.

[62] Dr. B. Altum, ut supra, pp. 13 and 187.

[63] A. Becker in the Bulletin de la Société des Naturalistes de Moscou, 1889, p. 625.

[64] See Appendix V.

[65] Russkaya Mysl, Sept. 1888: “The Theory of Beneficency of Struggle for Life, being a Preface to various Treatises on Botanics, Zoology, and Human Life,” by an Old Transformist.

[66] “One of the most frequent modes in which Natural Selection acts is, by adapting some individuals of a species to a somewhat different mode of life, whereby they are able to seize unappropriated places in Nature” (Origin of Species, p. 145) — in other words, to avoid competition.

[67] See Appendix VI.

[68] Nineteenth Century, February 1888, p. 165

[69] The Descent of Man, end of ch. ii. pp. 63 and 64 of the 2nd edition.

[70] Anthropologists who fully endorse the above views as regards man nevertheless intimate, sometimes, that the apes live in polygamous families, under the leadership of “a strong and jealous male.” I do not know how far that assertion is based upon conclusive observation. But the passage from Brehm’s Life of Animals, which is sometimes referred to, can hardly be taken as very conclusive. It occurs in his general description of monkeys; but his more detailed descriptions of separate species either contradict it or do not confirm it. Even as regards the cercopithèques, Brehm is affirmative in saying that they “nearly always live in bands, and very seldom in families” (French edition, p. 59). As to other species, the very numbers of their bands, always containing many males, render the “polygamous family” more than doubtful further observation is evidently wanted.

[71] Lubbock, Prehistoric Times, fifth edition, 1890.

[72] That extension of the ice-cap is admitted by most of the geologists who have specially studied the glacial age. The Russian Geological Survey already has taken this view as regards Russia, and most German specialists maintain it as regards Germany. The glaciation of most of the central plateau of France will not fail to be recognized by the French geologists, when they pay more attention to the glacial deposits altogether.

[73] Prehistoric Times, pp. 232 and 242.

[74] Bachofen, Das Mutterrecht, Stuttgart, 1861; Lewis H. Morgan, Ancient Society, or Researches in the Lines of Human Progress from Savagery through Barbarism to Civilization, New York, 1877; J.F. MacLennan, Studies in Ancient History, 1st series, new edition, 1886; 2nd series, 1896; L. Fison and A.W. Howitt, Kamilaroi and Kurnai, Melbourne. These four writers — as has been very truly remarked by Giraud Teulon, — starting from different facts and different general ideas, and following different methods, have come to the same conclusion. To Bachofen we owe the notion of the maternal family and the maternal succession; to Morgan — the system of kinship, Malayan and Turanian, and a highly gifted sketch of the main phases of human evolution; to MacLennan — the law of exogeny; and to Fison and Howitt — the cuadro, or scheme, of the conjugal societies in Australia. All four end in establishing the same fact of the tribal origin of the family. When Bachofen first drew attention to the maternal family, in his epoc.making work, and Morgan described the clan-organization, — both concurring to the almost general extension of these forms and maintaining that the marriage laws lie at the very basis of the consecutive steps of human evolution, they were accused of exaggeration. However, the most careful researches prosecuted since, by a phalanx of students of ancient law, have proved that all races of mankind bear traces of having passed through similar stages of development of marriage laws, such as we now see in force among certain savages. See the works of Post, Dargun, Kovalevsky, Lubbock, and their numerous followers: Lippert, Mucke, etc.

[75] See Appendix VII.

[76] For the Semites and the Aryans, see especially Prof. Maxim Kovalevsky’s Primitive Law (in Russian), Moscow, 1886 and 1887. Also his Lectures delivered at Stockholm (Tableau des origines et de l’évolution de la famille et de la propriété, Stockholm, 1890), which represents an admirable review of the whole question. Cf. also A. Post, Die Geschlechtsgenossenschaft der Urzeit, Oldenburg 1875.

[77] It would be impossible to enter here into a discussion of the origin of the marriage restrictions. Let me only remark that a division into groups, similar to Morgan’s Hawaian, exists among birds; the young broods live together separately from their parents. A like division might probably be traced among some mammals as well. As to the prohibition of relations between brothers and sisters, it is more likely to have arisen, not from speculations about the bad effects of consanguinity, which speculations really do not seem probable, but to avoid the too-easy precocity of like marriages. Under close cohabitation it must have become of imperious necessity. I must also remark that in discussing the origin of new customs altogether, we must keep in mind that the savages, like us, have their “thinkers” and savants — wizards, doctors, prophets, etc. — whose knowledge and ideas are in advance upon those of the masses. United as they are in their secret unions (another almost universal feature) they are certainly capable of exercising a powerful influence, and of enforcing customs the utility of which may not yet be recognized by the majority of the tribe.

[78] Col. Collins, in Philips’ Researches in South Africa, London, 1828. Quoted by Waitz, ii. 334.

[79] Lichtenstein’s Reisen im südlichen Afrika, ii. Pp. 92, 97. Berlin, 1811.

[80] Waitz, Anthropologie der Naturvolker, ii. pp. 335 seq. See also Fritsch’s Die Eingeboren Afrika’s, Breslau, 1872, pp. 386 seq.; and Drei Jahre in Süd Afrika. Also W. Bleck, A Brief Account of Bushmen Folklore, Capetown, 1875.

[81] Elisée Reclus, Géographie Universelle, xiii. 475.

[82] P. Kolben, The Present State of the Cape of Good Hope, translated from the German by Mr. Medley, London, 1731, vol. i. pp. 59, 71, 333, 336, etc.

[83] Quoted in Waitz’s Anthropologie, ii. 335 seq.

[84] The natives living in the north of Sidney, and speaking the Kamilaroi language, are best known under this aspect, through the capital work of Lorimer Fison and A.W. Howitt, Kamilaroi and Kurnaii, Melbourne, 1880. See also A.W. Howitt’s “Further Note on the Australian Class Systems,” in Journal of the Anthropological Institute, 1889, vol. xviii. p. 31, showing the wide extension of the same organization in Australia.

[85] The Folklore, Manners, etc., of Australian Aborigines, Adelaide, 1879, p. 11.

[86] Gray’s Journals of Two Expeditions of Discovery in North-West and Western Australia, London, 1841, vol. ii. pp. 237, 298.

[87] Bulletin de la Société d’Anthropologie, 1888, vol. xi. p. 652. I abridge the answers.

[88] Bulletin de la Société d’Anthropologie, 1888, vol. xi. p. 386.

[89] The same is the practice with the Papuas of Kaimani Bay, who have a high reputation of honesty. “It never happens that the Papua be untrue to his promise,” Finsch says in Neuguinea und seine Bewohner, Bremen, 1865, p. 829.

[90] Izvestia of the Russian Geographical Society, 1880, pp. 161 seq. Few books of travel give a better insight into the petty details of the daily life of savages than these scraps from Maklay’s notebooks.

[91] L.F. Martial, in Mission Scientifique au Cap Horn, Paris, 1883, vol. i. pp. 183–201.

[92] Captain Holm’s Expedition to East Greenland.

[93] In Australia whole clans have been seen exchanging all their wives, in order to conjure a calamity (Post, Studien zur Entwicklungsgeschichte des Familienrechts, 1890, p. 342). More brotherhood is their specific against calamities.

[94] Dr. H. Rink, The Eskimo Tribes, p. 26 (Meddelelser om Grönland, vol. xi. 1887).

[95] Dr. Rink, loc. cit. p. 24. Europeans, grown in the respect of Roman law, are seldom capable of understanding that force of tribal authority. “In fact,” Dr. Rink writes, “it is not the exception, but the rule, that white men who have stayed for ten or twenty years among the Eskimo, return without any real addition to their knowledge of the traditional ideas upon which their social state is based. The white man, whether a missionary or a trader, is firm in his dogmatic opinion that the most vulgar European is better than the most distinguished native.” — The Eskimo Tribes, p. 31.

[96] Dall, Alaska and its Resources, Cambridge, U.S., 1870.

[97] Dall saw it in Alaska, Jacobsen at Ignitok in the vicinity of the Bering Strait. Gilbert Sproat mentions it among the Vancouver indians; and Dr. Rink, who describes the periodical exhibitions just mentioned, adds: “The principal use of the accumulation of personal wealth is for periodically distributing it.” He also mentions (loc. cit. p. 31) “the destruction of property for the same purpose,’ (of maintaining equality).

[98] See Appendix VIII.

[99] Veniaminoff, Memoirs relative to the District of Unalashka (Russian), 3 vols. St. Petersburg, 1840. Extracts, in English, from the above are given in Dall’s Alaska. A like description of the Australians’ morality is given in Nature, xlii. p. 639.

[100] It is most remarkable that several writers (Middendorff, Schrenk, O. Finsch) described the Ostyaks and Samoyedes in almost the same words. Even when drunken, their quarrels are insignificant. “For a hundred years one single murder has been committed in the tundra;” “their children never fight;” “anything may be left for years in the tundra, even food and gin, and nobody will touch it;” and so on. Gilbert Sproat “never witnessed a fight between two sober natives” of the Aht Indians of Vancouver Island. “Quarreling is also rare among their children.” (Rink, loc. cit.) And so on.

[beardedmrbean]

North Korea has said US soldier Travis King crossed into its territory last month because of "inhuman maltreatment and racial discrimination" in the army.

The 23-year-old private dashed across the border from South Korea on 18 July while on a guided tour.

Private King admitted to crossing illegally and wanted refuge in the North, state news agency KCNA reported.

It is the first time Pyongyang has acknowledged detaining the soldier. The claims have not been verified.

They appeared in a statement which has so far only been published by the government-controlled KCNA. It did not provide further details about Private King's health or whether the country would accept him as a refugee.

Concerns have been growing for the welfare of the US soldier, who has not been heard from or seen since his crossing.

The US is trying to negotiate Private King's release with the help of the UN Command, which runs the border area, and has a direct phoneline to the North Korean army.

Responding to the North Korean report on Wednesday, a Pentagon official said the US could not verify the claims and its priority was to have Private King brought home safely "through all available channels".

North Korea has given no information on how it plans to treat Private King but said the soldier admitted he had "illegally" entered the country.

The fact that North Korea's statement emphasised Private King's illegal entry suggests that it is not thinking of having him stay even if he wants to, said Christopher Green, a senior consultant at the think-tank International Crisis Group.

"That is not surprising. He would lose all his political value to them if that were the case," said Mr Green, but added that North Korea is in no rush to negotiate Travis King's return to the US just yet.

"They have very publicly thrown in their lot with Beijing and Moscow, as high-level delegation visits from both countries to Pyongyang in recent weeks show. It is a mistake to think that North Korea is or needs to be in a hurry to deal with the Travis King mess," he said.

The statement on KCNA did not say if he would face prosecution or punishment, and there was no mention of his current whereabouts or condition.

"During the investigation, Travis King confessed that he had decided to come over to the DPRK [North Korea] as he harboured ill feeling against inhuman maltreatment and racial discrimination within the US Army," KCNA reported.

"He also expressed his willingness to seek refuge in the DPRK or a third country, saying that he was disillusioned at the unequal American society."

Private King is a reconnaissance specialist who has been in the army since January 2021 and was in South Korea as part of his rotation.

Before crossing the border, he served two months in detention in South Korea for assault charges and was released on 10 July.

He was supposed to fly back to the US to face disciplinary proceedings but managed to leave the airport and join a tour of the Demilitarised Zone (DMZ), which separates North and South Korea.

The DMZ, one of the most heavily fortified areas in the world, is filled with landmines, surrounded by electric and barbed wire fencing, and monitored by surveillance cameras. Armed guards are supposed to be on alert 24 hours a day although witnesses say there were no North Korean soldiers present when Private King ran over.

His family have previously told US media that he had relayed experiencing racism in the army. They also said his mental health appeared to have declined after he spent time in a South Korean jail.

"It feels like I'm in a big nightmare," said his mother Claudine Gates, adding the family was desperate for answers.

North Korea is one of the few countries still under nominally communist rule and has long been a highly secretive and isolated society.

Its government, led by Kim Jong-un, also stands accused of systematic human rights abuse.

Analysts say the detainment of Travis King has played into North Korea's anti-US messaging, at a time when relations between the two countries are their worst in years.

Pyongyang will most likely have relished the opportunity to highlight racism and other shortcomings in American society, especially given the international criticism it receives for human rights abuses.

The UN Security Council is due to hold a meeting on Thursday to discuss the human rights situation in North Korea for the first time since 2017.

Ahead of its comments on Travis King, North Korean media had put out a statement on the UN meeting, which will be led by the US.

"Not content with fostering racial discrimination and gun-related crimes, the US has imposed unethical human rights standards on other countries", it read.

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Book lady gets a book question - is there anything recently released or coming out soon that you’re looking forward to?

Okay, yes, book lady would like to talk about books! Believe it or not, I do actually read more than X-Men and Agatha Christie, lol.

Omg, my TBR is so long... Here's what's at the top of the list (in no order):

The Busy Body by Kemper Donovan : It's a dream assignment. Former Senator Dorothy Gibson, aka that woman, is the most talked-about person in the country right now, though largely for the wrong reasons. As an independent candidate for President of the United States, Dorothy split the vote and is being blamed for the shocking result. After her very public defeat, she's retreated to her home in rural Maine, inviting her ghostwriter to join her.

The Cautious Traveller's Guide to the Wastelands by Sarah Brooks: It is the end of the 19th Century and the world is awash with marvels. But there is nothing so marvellous as the Wastelands: a terrain of terrible miracles that lies between Beijing and Moscow. Nothing touches this abandoned wilderness except the Great Trans-Siberian Express: an impenetrable train built to carry cargo across continents, but which now transports anyone who dares to cross the shadowy Wastelands.

The Decagon House Murders by Yukito Ayatsuji : Students from a university mystery club decide to visit an island which was the site of a grisly multiple murder the year before. Predictably, they get picked off one by one by an unseen murderer. Is there a madman on the loose? What connection is there to the earlier murders? The answer is a bombshell revelation which few readers will see coming.

Murder Your Employer by Rupert Holmes: Who hasn't wondered for a split second what the world would be like the object of your affliction ceased to exist? But then you've probably never heard of The McMasters Conservatory, dedicated to the consummate execution of the homicidal arts. To gain admission, a student must have an ethical reason for erasing someone who deeply deserves a fate no worse (nor better) than death.

Everyone On This Train is a Suspect by Benjamin Stevenson : When the Australian Mystery Writers’ Society invited me to their crime-writing festival aboard the Ghan, the famous train between Darwin and Adelaide, I was hoping for some inspiration for my second book. Fiction, this time: I needed a break from real people killing each other. Obviously, that didn’t pan out.

Less by Andrew Shawn Greer : PROBLEM: You are a failed novelist about to turn fifty. A wedding invitation arrives in the mail: your boyfriend of the past nine years now engaged to someone else. You can’t say yes--it would all be too awkward--and you can’t say no--it would look like defeat. On your desk are a series of half-baked literary invitations you’ve received from around the world. QUESTION: How do you arrange to skip town? ANSWER: You accept them all.

The Inheritance Trilogy by NK Jemisin : Yeine Darr is an outcast from the barbarian north. But when her mother dies under mysterious circumstances, she is summoned to the majestic city of Sky. There, to her shock, Yeine is named an heiress to the king. But the throne of the Hundred Thousand Kingdoms is not easily won, and Yeine is thrust into a vicious power struggle.

Way of Kings by Brandon Sanderson : It has been centuries since the fall of the ten consecrated orders known as the Knights Radiant, but their Shardblades and Shardplate remain: mystical swords and suits of armor that transform ordinary men into near-invincible warriors. Men trade kingdoms for Shardblades. Wars were fought for them, and won by them.

Sandman by Neil Gaiman : In PRELUDES & NOCTURNES, an occultist attempting to capture Death to bargain for eternal life traps her younger brother Dream instead. After his 70 year imprisonment and eventual escape, Dream, also known as Morpheus, goes on a quest for his lost objects of power. On his arduous journey, Morpheus encounters Lucifer, John Constantine, and an all-powerful madman.

In a Great Green Room by Amy Gary : The extraordinary life of the woman behind the beloved children’s classics Goodnight Moon and The Runaway Bunny comes alive in this fascinating biography of Margaret Wise Brown. Margaret’s books have sold millions of copies all over the world, but few people know that she was at the center of a children’s book publishing revolution. Her whimsy and imagination fueled a steady stream of stories, book ideas, songs, and poems and she was renowned for her prolific writing and business savvy, as well as her stunning beauty and endless thirst for adventure.

How to be Perfect by Michael Shur : Most people think of themselves as “good,” but it’s not always easy to determine what’s “good” or “bad”—especially in a world filled with complicated choices and pitfalls and booby traps and bad advice. Fortunately, many smart philosophers have been pondering this conundrum for millennia and they have guidance for us. With bright wit and deep insight, How to Be Perfect explains concepts like deontology, utilitarianism, existentialism, ubuntu, and more so we can sound cool at parties and become better people.

Okay, that's a ton of books, but I have about fifty-ish that I own and haven't read yet. Because I have a problem...

Also -- the sequel to House on the Cerulean Sea and of course Gail Simone's run on Uncanny X-Men.

[orthodoxydaily]

Saints&Reading: Wednesday, September 6, 2023

august 24_september 6

THE APPEARANCE OF THE MOST HOLY MOTHER OF GOD TO THE MONK SERGEI OF RADONEZH:

Late at night, St. Sergius was reading an Akathist to the Mother of God. Having finished his habitual rule, he sat down to rest a bit, but suddenly he said to his disciple, St. Micah, "Be alert, my child, for we shall have a wondrous visitation." Scarcely had he uttered these words than a voice was heard: "The All-Pure One approaches!"

St. Sergius rushed from the cell to the entrance, and suddenly it was illumined by a bright light, brighter than the sun. He beheld nearby in imperishable glory the Mother of God, accompanied by the Apostles Peter and John. Unable to bear such a vision, St. Sergius reverently prostrated himself before the Mother of God.

She said to him, "Fear not, My chosen one! I have come to visit you. Your prayer for your disciples and your monastery has been heard. Do not be troubled, for your habitation shall prosper, not only in your lifetime, but also after your departure to God. I will be with your monastery, supplying its needs abundantly, and protecting it." Having said this, the Mother of God disappeared.

For a long time St. Sergius was in an inexpressible rapture, and having come to himself, he went to St. Micah. "Tell me, Father," he asked, "what is the meaning of this miraculous vision? My soul nearly left my body from terror!" But St. Sergius was silent, and only his luminous face spoke of the spiritual joy which he had experienced. "Wait a bit," he said finally to his disciple, "my soul also trembles because of this wondrous vision."

After a while St. Sergius summoned two of his disciples, Sts. Isaac and Simon, and shared with them the vision and the promise of the Theotokos. They all sang a Molieben to the Mother of God. St. Sergius spent the remaining part of the night unable to sleep, calling to mind the divine vision.

The appearance of the Mother of God at the cell of St. Sergius, at the present place of the Serapionov Chamber, was on one of the Fridays of the Nativity Fast in 1385. The commemoration of the visit of the Mother of God to the Trinity Monastery and of Her promise was reverently kept by the disciples of St. Sergius.

On July 5, 1422 the holy relics of St. Sergius were uncovered, and soon after an icon of the Appearance of the Mother of God was placed on his grave. The icon was honored with great reverence.

In 1446, Great Prince Basil was besieged at the Trinity Monastery by the armies of Princes Demetrius Shemyaka and John of Mozhaisk. He barricaded himself in the Trinity Cathedral, and when he heard that he was being sought, he took the icon of the Appearance of the Mother of God and with it met Prince John at the southern church doors, saying: "Brother, we kissed the Life-Creating Cross and this icon in this church of the Life-Creating Trinity at this grave of the Wonderworker Sergius, that we would neither intend nor wish any evil to any of our brethren among ourselves. Now I do not know no what will happen to me here."

Monk Ambrose reproduced the icon of the Appearance of the Mother of God to St. Sergius, carved in wood in the mid-fourteenth century.

In 1552, Tsar Ivan the Terrible took the icon of the Appearance of the Mother of God on his Kazan Campaign. The most famous icon, written in 1588, was by the steward of the Trinity-Sergiev Lavra, Eustathius Golovkin, on a board from the wooden reliquary of St. Sergius, which was taken apart in 1585 when the relics of St. Sergius were placed in a silver reliquary.

Through this icon, the Mother of God repeatedly protected the Russian army. In 1657, Tsar Aleksei Mikhailovich took it on the Polish campaign. In 1703, the icon took part in all the military campaigns against Swedish King Charles XII, and in 1812 Metropolitan Platon sent it to the Moscow military levy. The icon was carried in the Russo-Japanese War of 1905, and during World War I it was at the quarters of the supreme commander-in-chief in 1914.

A church was built over the grave of St. Micah and at its consecration on December 10, 1734 was named in honor of the Appearance of the Most Holy Theotokos and the holy Apostles to St. Sergius of Radonezh.

On September 27, 1841 the church was restored and consecrated by Metropolitan Philaret of Moscow who said: "By the grace of the All-Holy and All-Sacred Spirit the restoration of this temple is now accomplished, fashioned before us in honor and memory of the Appearance of our Lady the Most Holy Theotokos to our holy God-bearing Father Sergius, to which St. Micah was also an eyewitness."

The commemoration of this grace-bearing event is rightly marked by the consecration of a church, however, this whole monastery is a memorial of that miraculous visit. Therefore, its purpose in the continuing centuries was the fulfillment of the promise of the heavenly Visitor: "This place shall endure."

In memory of the visit of the Mother of God at the Trinity-Sergiev Monastery, an Akathist to the Most Holy Theotokos is sung on Fridays, and a special service in honor of the appearance of the Mother of God is celebrated at the monastery on August 24, on the second day of the leave-taking of the Feast of the Dormition of the Most Holy Theotokos.

Source: Orthodox Church in America_ OCA

THE PRIESTMARTYR EUTYCHIUS ( 1th. c)

 The PriestMartyr Eutychius, a disciple of the holy Apostles John the Theologian and Paul, lived from the I Century into the beginning II Century and was from Palestinian Sebasteia. Although Saint Eutychius is not reckoned among the number of the 70 Disciples, he received the title Disciple for his labours together with the older Apostles, by whom he was made bishop. Having heard the preaching about Christ the Saviour, Saint Eutychius at first became a student of the Apostle John the Theologian, and then having met the Apostle Paul, he preached with him on the early journeys. According to tradition, Saint Eutychius underwent many sufferings: they starved him with hunger, struck at his body with iron, flung him in the fire, and then devoured by wild beasts. One time, a lion was let loose upon the saint, which frightened everyone in that it rendered praise to the Creator – having been given a human voice. The Priestmartyr Eutychius finished his works in his native city, where he was beheaded with a sword at the beginning of the II Century.

HEBREWS 7:26-8:2

26 For such a High Priest was fitting for us, who is holy, harmless, undefiled, separate from sinners, and has become higher than the heavens; 27 who does not need daily, as those high priests, to offer up sacrifices, first for His own sins and then for the people's, for this He did once for all when He offered up Himself. 28 For the law appoints as high priests men who have weakness, but the word of the oath, which came after the law, appoints the Son who has been perfected forever.

1 Now this is the main point of the things we are saying: We have such a High Priest, who is seated at the right hand of the throne of the Majesty in the heavens, 2 a Minister of the sanctuary and of the true tabernacle which the Lord erected, and not man.

MARK 4:35-41

35 On the same day, when evening had come, He said to them, "Let us cross over to the other side." 36 Now when they had left the multitude, they took Him along in the boat as He was. And other little boats were also with Him. 37 And a great windstorm arose, and the waves beat into the boat, so that it was already filling. 38 But He was in the stern, asleep on a pillow. And they awoke Him and said to Him, "Teacher, do You not care that we are perishing?" 39 Then He arose and rebuked the wind, and said to the sea, "Peace, be still!" And the wind ceased and there was a great calm. 40 But He said to them, "Why are you so fearful? How is it that you have no faith?" 41 And they feared exceedingly, and said to one another, "Who can this be, that even the wind and the sea obey Him!"

[tibidoxs]

Chapter 1. The Baby in the Case

Rublevskoye Shosse (Рублёвское шоссе)

Home to some of Russia’s wealthy elite, this highway — which runs through a suburb on Moscow’s west side that ranks among the most expensive places to live in the world — has become a symbol of corruption, vanity, and decadence.

German Durnev (Герман Дурнев)

Pronounced with a hard ‘g.’ The name Durnev, obviously in imitation of Dursley, comes from the word durnoy (дурной), Russian for stupid, ugly, or evil. His patronymic, Nikitich (Никитич), tells us his father was named Nikita.

Ninel (Нинел)

A common Russian girls’ name. (It’s “Lenin” spelled backward.)

All-Russia Exhibition Center (ВВЦ)

A trade fair and amusement park in Russia. Now called the Exhibition of Achievements of National Economy (ВДНХ).

Macabre Griffon (Мертвый Гриф)

Literally “Dead Body Vulture.” The Russian word grif (гриф) can also refer to the fingerboard of a musical instrument, so this may be a bit of literal humor on the author’s part.

Iskris frontis (Искрис фронтис)

The attack spark spell. Iskra (искра) means “spark,” and front (фронт) means “battlefront.”

Unholy spirit (нежить)

In modern parlance, nezhyt has become Westernized to mean “undead,” but the word is used in its original, broader sense of “evil or dangerous supernatural spirit” in these novels. Literally, it means “unclean” in the sense of spiritual impurity. I’ve opted to translate the term as “unholy spirit.”

Drevnir (Древнир)

From the Russian word drevniy (д��евний), meaning “ancient.”

Sardanapal Chernomorov (Сарданапал Черноморов)

Named after Sardanapalus, the supposed last king of Assyria. His surname means “[descendant] of Chernomor,” the evil sorcerer in Alexander Pushkin’s epic poem Ruslan and Ludmila, whose magic power is stored in his incredibly long beard. The Dumbledore character of the series. According to the ancient Greek historian Diodorus, Sardanapalus was a bisexual cross-dresser, a curious detail given that Rowling would not reveal Dumbledore’s sexuality until five or six years after this book was published. (Emets has stated that Sardanapal is straight.)

Pervachus barabanus (Первачус барабанус)

Pervach (первач) means “top-of-the-line goods,” and baraban (барабан) means “drum” (in this case, as in that of a washing machine.)

Lopukhoid (лопухоид)

The series’ answer to the term “Muggle.” Lopukh (лопух), literally “burdock,” is used colloquially to mean “patsy” or “simpleton.”

Everlast Koscheev (Бессмертник Кощеев)

The in-universe answer to Koschei the Deathless (Коще́й Бессме́ртный), a sorcerer who appears in a number of Russian folk tales, often as an antagonist or anti-hero. These stories undoubtedly served as the inspiration for the horcruxes in Harry Potter.

Paco Grobann (Пако Гробанн)

A play on Paco Rabanne, the famous fashion designer known for his unconventional use of metal, and grob (гроб), the Russian word for coffin.

Nastoyka

A Slavic liqueur containing an infusion of herbs or fruits.

His grandmother's sister’s second cousin once removed

Presumably his grandmother’s step- or half-sister.

Kikimora

Kikimory are typically malevolent female house spirits in Slavic folklore. The word kikimora may come from the Udmurt kikka-murt, meaning scarecrow. The kikimory in this series have the unusual speech affectation of ending various words with gu, ga, or gi. I’ve done my best to approximate this in a way that reads more naturally in English, mainly by replacing hard ‘k’ sounds with hard ‘g’ sounds.

The Nothing One (Та-Кого-Нет)

Literally “She-Who-Is-Not,” in imitation of “He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named” (Тот-Кого-Нельзя-Называть in the Russian translation). Since the epithet evidently predates Chuma’s apparent demise, and since her goal was to plunge the world into total nothingness, I’ve chosen to adapt this as “The Nothing One.”

Sklerotikus marazmatikus! Polnissimo debilissimo! (Склеротикус маразматикус! Полниссимо дебилиссимо!)

Sklerotik (склеротик) means “scatterbrain,” marazmatik (маразматик) means “senile,” polnitsya (полниться) means “to be awash with,” and debilizm (дебилизм) means “lunacy.”

Chuma-del-Tort (Чума-дель-Торт)

Obviously in imitation of “Voldemort.” Literally “plague-del-cake.” A plague-cake was an amulet worn to ward off the plague, but it’s unlikely the author intended that reference. (It may also be worth mentioning that Chuma’s apparent demise roughly coincides with the fall of the USSR.)

Ekaterina II

Otherwise known as Catherine the Great.

Domovoy

Domovoys are typically benevolent household spirits in Slavic folklore.

Drakonbol (драконбол)

The series’ answer to Quidditch. Literally “dragon ball.” I’ve opted simply to transliterate the Russian, both for aesthetic reasons and to avoid confusion with a certain manga and anime franchise.

Russian banya (баня)

A traditional Russian steam bath.

Hall of Two Forces (Зала Двух Стихий)

Literally “Hall of the Two Elements” (i.e. Bright Magic and Dark Magic). To avoid any possible confusion with the Talisman of the Four Elements, I’ve opted to translate стихий as “forces” instead.

Verst

A Russian unit of length, equivalent to about 1.07 kilometers or about two thirds of a mile.

Accidentally set someone's earwax on fire after mistaking it for candle wax

In Russian, сера means either earwax or sulfur. To best preserve the original intended wordplay, I’ve changed sulfur to candle wax.

That unknown folk storyteller who first called a woman's tears flammable

Female characters who cry burning tears appear in several Russian folktales, such as The Scarlet Flower and The Sea Tsar and Vasilisa the Wise.

Pelmennik (Пельменник)

From pelmeni (пельмени), a type of Russian dumpling.

Karachun (Карачун)

In Slavic mythology, an evil spirit that shortens life and personifies death at an early age. Sometimes also considered the god of the lower world, frost, and darkness.

The Haunted Wheelchair (Инвалидная Коляска)

The Russian simply means “Wheelchair” (literally “invalid carriage”). Feeling a direct translation would fail to capture the rhythm of the original, I’ve added “Haunted” to give the name a bit of appropriately dark whimsy.

The Hidden Basement (Безымянный Подвал)

Literally “unnamed basement.” Also referred to as the “walled-off basement” (Замурованном Подвал). To avoid confusion, I’ve opted simply for calling it the “Hidden Basement.”

Khokhloma

A distinctive style of Russian handicraft painting.

New Year tree

In Russia, New Year’s is celebrated much the way Christmas is in other parts of the world, with decorated trees and the exchanging of gifts.

Militsiya (милиция)

The term used in the Soviet Union for its law enforcement body, so as to distinguish it from the “bourgeois class-protecting” police of tsarist Russia. The militsiya was not formally renamed until 2011.

“We’ll hand the girl over to a nursery, and when she grows up, they’ll send her to a children’s home!”

In Russia, orphaned children under the age of three are sent to nurseries (дом ребенка, literally “infant homes”). Older orphans are sent to children’s homes (детдом).

“You know, Ninel, I want to run for deputy…”

A deputy is a local representative elected to the State Duma, the lower house of the Federal Assembly, Russia’s national legislature.

[brookstonalmanac]

Events 11.1 (before 1900)

365 – The Alemanni cross the Rhine and invade Gaul. Emperor Valentinian I moves to Paris to command the army and defend the Gallic cities. 996 – Emperor Otto III issues a deed to Gottschalk, Bishop of Freising, which is the oldest known document using the name Ostarrîchi (Austria in Old High German). 1009 – Berber forces led by Sulayman ibn al-Hakam defeat the Umayyad caliph Muhammad II of Córdoba in the battle of Alcolea. 1141 – Empress Matilda's reign as 'Lady of the English' ends with Stephen of Blois regaining the title of 'King of England'. 1179 – Philip II is crowned as 'King of France'. 1214 – The port city of Sinope surrenders to the Seljuq Turks. 1348 – The anti-royalist Union of Valencia attacks the Jews of Murviedro on the pretext that they are serfs of the King of Valencia and thus "royalists". 1503 – Pope Julius II is elected. 1512 – The ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, painted by Michelangelo, is exhibited to the public for the first time. 1520 – The Strait of Magellan, the passage immediately south of mainland South America connecting the Pacific and the Atlantic Oceans, is first discovered and navigated by European explorer Ferdinand Magellan during the first recorded circumnavigation voyage. 1555 – French Huguenots establish the France Antarctique colony in present-day Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. 1570 – The All Saints' Flood devastates the Dutch coast. 1601–1900 1604 – William Shakespeare's tragedy Othello is performed for the first time, at Whitehall Palace in London. 1611 – Shakespeare's play The Tempest is performed for the first time, at Whitehall Palace in London. 1612 – During the Time of Troubles, Polish troops are expelled from Moscow's Kitay-gorod by Russian troops under the command of Dmitry Pozharsky (22 October O.S.). 1683 – The British Crown colony of New York is subdivided into 12 counties. 1688 – William III of Orange sets out a second time from Hellevoetsluis in the Netherlands to seize the crowns of England, Scotland and Ireland from King James II of England during the Glorious Revolution. 1755 – In Portugal, Lisbon is totally devastated by a massive earthquake and tsunami, killing an estimated 40,000 to 60,000 people. 1765 – The British Parliament enacts the Stamp Act on the Thirteen Colonies in order to help pay for British military operations in North America. 1790 – Edmund Burke publishes Reflections on the Revolution in France, in which he predicts that the French Revolution will end in a disaster. 1800 – John Adams becomes the first President of the United States to live in the Executive Mansion (later renamed the White House). 1805 – Napoleon Bonaparte invades Austria during the War of the Third Coalition. 1814 – Congress of Vienna opens to re-draw the European political map after the defeat of France in the Napoleonic Wars. 1848 – In Boston, Massachusetts, the first medical school for women, Boston Female Medical School (which later merged with the Boston University School of Medicine), opens. 1861 – American Civil War: U.S. President Abraham Lincoln appoints George B. McClellan as the commander of the Union Army, replacing General Winfield Scott. 1870 – In the United States, the Weather Bureau (later renamed the National Weather Service) makes its first official meteorological forecast. 1893 – The Battle of Bembezi took place and was the most decisive battle won by the British in the First Matabele War of 1893. 1894 – Nicholas II becomes the new (and last) Tsar of Russia after his father, Alexander III, dies. 1894 – Buffalo Bill, 15 of his Native Americans, and Annie Oakley were filmed by Thomas Edison in his Black Maria Studio in West Orange, New Jersey. 1896 – A picture showing the bare breasts of a woman appears in National Geographic magazine for the first time. 1897 – The first Library of Congress building opens its doors to the public; the library had previously been housed in the Congressional Reading Room in the U.S. Capitol. 1897 – Italian Sport-Club Juventus is founded by a group of students of Liceo Classico Massimo d'Azeglio.

[balapann-blog]

Day 52 - 27 October - Yerevan > Vanadzor

We went to the GUM covered market in Yerevan. We got ground coffee (1KG because we were told that you can’t get good coffee in Central Asia), we also got nice sweets with nuts and fruit which were really nice. We ealked to the bus stop to get the bus to Vanadzur, however there were no buses going and we had a quite annoying taxi driver who kept saying it (it was annoying that he was right) in the end we got in taxi with couple of people who were going to a sight on the way to Vanadzur and then we carried on.

We got to Vanadzor walked to our place which was very nice and wood panelled rooms. We then chilled out for a bit and got really nice dinner in a nearby restaurant, I had bean soup and we then split a cutlet. We then went home and just chilled.

Day 53 - 28 October - Vanadzor

We had a nice breakfast in the B&B and got taxi driver to 3 churches and monasteries that are one of the most famous in Armenia. We drove through the big canyon to get there called the Debed Canyon, which was forested. Our taxi driver kept pointing to places like a railway station or a factory and saying ‘3 trains at day to Moscow, now none’ or ‘Gold factory big in soviet times, now closed’.

The 1st was a single church above the canyon, which was very nice. There was a priest and a woman discussing an upcoming wedding in it and the priests child crying in the corner because he wasn’t getting attention. All these churches have amazing carved crosses that look a bit like Celtic crosses so would be interesting to know if there was any commonality between them.

The 2nd was a famous monastery complex called the Sanahin Monastery with 2 churches, a belfry and a library (that was closed). It was very impressive, much of it had been commissioned by a queen who had the main church dedicated to her 2 sons, one who ruled in Ani and the other became king of Lori which is the area that the monasteries were in. There was a carving of the two sons holding the church in their hands on the east wall of the church. Amazingly I was looking for an album of Armenian music that I had listened to a few years ago without paying much attention to the album cover. I then found it a few days later when we had left and gone to Gyumri and the album cover and a photo I took at almost identical!

The 3rd was called Haghpat and was commissioned by the same queen and had the same carving of the sons in it. I think that the setting for Haghpat was more spectacular than Sanahin but that the architecture I preferred. They were both amazing though.

We then drove back to the hotel, and then walked around the town, I got beard trim which I needed as it was getting a bit all over the place. It was very difficult to explain to the guy what I wanted and hen I said I didn’t want the cut-throat shave and wanted the clippers that he couldn’t use it at all. Because of that he approached it like a haircut which took quite a long time but we got there in the end and it wasn’t that bad!

Went for same dinner in the same place we had been the day before. I had a nice yogurt soup and we had another cutlet.

[brookston]

Holidays 9.4

Holidays

Animals’ Day (Curacao)

Anthracite Coal Miner's Day

Beetle Bailey Day

Bey Day

Book Day (Tajikistan)

Bright Idea Day

Clear Day (Scientology)

Common Soapwort Day

Cooperation Day (Iran)

Glass Day

Google Day

Grand Magal de Touba (Sénégal)

Immigrant's Day (Argentina)

International Hijab Day

International Taekwondo Day

Kodak Day

L.A. Day

Larry Platt Day (Georgia)

Looking For the Boundaries (Cuchumatan Indians, Guatemala Highlands)

National Customer Day (Indonesia)

National Day (Maldives)

National Joan Rivers Day

National Leadership Day

National Only Ever You Day

National Penis Day (New Zealand)

National PKD (Polycystic Kidney Disease) Awareness Day

National When Pigs Fly Day

National Wildlife Day [also 2.22]

Newspaper Carrier Day

904 Day

Nuclear Provision Expert’s Day (Russia)

Professional Care Workers Day (UK)

Rhishi Panchami (Female Employees Only Festival; Nepal)

Royal Thai Navy Submarine Memorial Day (Thailand)

Secretary’s Day (Argentina)

Toothfish Day (Georgia;, South Sandwich Islands)

Umhlanga (Reed Dance for the Zulu King; Eswatini, f.k.a. Swaziland)

When Pigs Fly Day

World Day of PFAPA Syndrome

World Leukemia Day

World Sexual Health Day

Xena Day  

Food & Drink Celebrations

Currywurst Day (Germany)

Eat An Extra Dessert Day

Finnish Food Day

Häagen-Dazs Day

National Macadamia Nut Day

National Spice Blend Day

National Wine Day (Chile)

Independence & Related Days

Avignon (Annexed by France; 1791)

Flandrensis (Declared; 2008) [unrecognized]

Lostisland (Declared; 2010) [unrecognized]

Paxaris (Declared; 2021) [unrecognized]

1st Wednesday in September

Global Talent Acquisition Day [1st Wednesday]

Hump Day [Every Wednesday]

Indigenous Literacy Day (Australia) [1st Wednesday]

Wacky Wednesday [Every Wednesday]

Website Wednesday [Every Wednesday]

Wheat Beer Wednesday [1st Wednesday of Each Month]

Wilderness Wednesday [1st Wednesday of Each Month]

Festivals Beginning September 4, 2024

Ars Electronica Festival (Linz, Austria) [thru 9.8]

Delta Festival (Marseille, France) [thru 9.8]

Denver Food + Wine Wine Festival (Denver, Colorado) [thru 9.7]

Garfield County Fair (Enid, Oklahoma) [thru 9.7]

ION Festival (Dhërmi, Albania) [thru 9.11]

JavaZone (Oslo, Norway) [thru 9.5]

LINOLEUM International Contemporary Animation and Media Art Festival (Kyiv, Ukraine) [thru 9.8]

Moors and Christians Festival in Villena (Villena, Spain) [thru 9.9]

Moscow International Book Fair (Moscow, Russia) [thru 9.8]

Peach Days Celebration (Brigham City, Utah) [thru 9.7]

Feast Days

Aaron and Moses (Maronite Church)

Alexander Liberman (Artology)

Boniface I, pope (Christian; Saint)

Buckthorn Day (French Republic)

Candida the Elder (Christian; Saint)

Catherine of Racconigi (Christian; Blessed)

Ceremony of Transformation Through Anubis (Ancient Egypt)

Changing Woman Ceremony begins (Apache Tribe; Everyday Wicca)

Chester Brown Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

David Lagercrantz (Writerism)

Dina Bélanger (Christian; Blessed)

Ed the Happy Clown Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Guglielmini (Positivist; Saint)

Hermione of Ephesus (Christian; Saint)

Ida of Herzfeld (Christian; Saint)

Irmgardis of Süchteln (Christian; Saint)

Jan Švankmajer (Artology)

Ludi Romani begins (Ancient Rome games; until September 19)

Marcellus and Valerian (Christian; Martyrs)

Marinus (Christian; Saint)

Media Aestas IV (Pagan)

Moses and Aaron (Lutheran Church and Eastern Orthodox Church)

Moses the Lawgiver (Christian; Saint)

Oskar Schlemmer (Artology)

Paul Jones (Episcopal Church)

Rhiannon (Celtic Book of Days)

Richard Wright (Writerism)

Rock Appreciation Day (Pastafarian)

Rosalia (Christian; Saint)

Rose of Viterbo (Christian; Saint)

Roosevelt Franklin (Muppetism)

Rufinus, Silvanus, and Vitalicus (Christian; Saint)

Syd Hoff (Artology)

Thamel and companions (Christian; Saints)

Tirobhab Tithi of Sri Sri Madhabdeva (Assam, India)

Triumph of the Cross (Vatican City)

Ultan of Ardbraccan (Christian; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Fortunate Day (Pagan) [35 of 53]

Sakimake (先負 Japan) [Bad luck in the morning, good luck in the afternoon.]

Unlucky Day (Grafton’s Manual of 1565) [41 of 60]

Unlucky Monday (when Judas Escariot was born; Philippines) [1st Monday] (4 of 4)

Premieres

All About Steve (Film; 2009)

Alona on the Sarong Seas (Fleischer/Famous Popeye Cartoon; 1942)

The Big Build-Up (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1942)

Black Boy, by Richard Wright (Memoir; 1945)

Bob Roberts (Film; 1992)

Burlesque (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1932)

Butter (Film; 2011)

The Castafiore Emerald, by Hergé (Graphic Novel; 1962) [Tintin #21]

Chill Out, Scooby-Doo! (WB Animated Film; 2007)

Chilly and the Woodchopper (Chilly Willy Cartoon; 1967)

Chilly Chums (Chilly Willy & Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1967)

Curious George (Animated TV Series; 2006)

Easy Rider (Film; 1969)

An English Murder, by Cyril Hare (Novel; 1951)

Extract (Film; 2009)

Foiled Again or Don’t Fence Me In (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S4, Ep. 158; 1962)

Get Lost! Little Doggy (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1964)

Get Your Ya-Ya’s Out!, by The Rolling Stones (Album; 1970)

Gone Batty (WB MM Cartoon; 1954)

A Handful of Dust, by Evelyn Waugh (Novel; 1934)

The Health Farm, featuring Farmer Al Falfa (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1936)

How to Play Baseball (Disney Cartoon; 1942)

Jack and the Beanstalk (Ub Iwerks Laugh-O-Grams Cartoon; 1922)

The Last Battle, by C.S. Lewis (Novel; 1956) [The Chronicles of Narnia #7]

London Calling, by Noel Coward (Play; 1923)

Maigret Rents a Room, by Georges Simenon (Novel; 1951)

Mice Follies (Tom & Jerry Cartoon; 1954)

The Price is Right (TV Game Show; 1956)

Speaking of the Weather (WB MM Cartoon; 1937)

Swing Time (Film; 1936)

Tarzoon: Shame of the Jungle (Animated Film; 1975)

Three Musketeers, Part 1 (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S4, Ep. 157; 1962)

Toxicity, by System of a Down (Album; 2001)

Tricky Trout (Chilly Willy Cartoon; 1961)

Xena: Warrior Princess (TV Series; 1995)

Today’s Name Days

Ida, Iris, Irmgard, Rosalia, Rosalie (Austria)

Dunja, Ida, Marin, Mojsije, Rozalija (Croatia)

Jindřiška (Czech Republic)

Theodosias (Denmark)

Priide, Priidika, Priidla (Estonia)

Ansa (Finland)

Iris, Moïse, Rosalie (France)

Ida, Iris, Irmgard, Rosalie, Sven (Germany)

Ermione, Ermioni (Greece)

Rozália (Hungary)

Rosalia (Italy)

Dzintars, Dzintra (Latvia)

Germantė, Girstautas, Rozalija, Rožė (Lithuania)

Ida, Idar (Norway)

Agatonik, Ida, Lilianna, Rościgniew, Róża, Rozalia (Poland)

Moise, Vavila (Romania)

Rozália (Slovakia)

Moisés, Rosalía (Spain)

Gisela (Sweden)

Becky, Erin, Erina, Ida, Idalia, Moe, Moises, Moses, Moss, Reba, Rebecca, Rebekah (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 248 of 2024; 118 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 3 of Week 36 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Muin (Vine) [Day 4 of 28]

Chinese: Month 8 (Guy-You), Day 2 (Xin-Wei)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 1 Elul 5784

Islamic: 29 Safar 1446

J Cal: 8 Gold; Oneday [7 of 30]

Julian: 22 August 2024

Moon: 2%: Waxing Crescent

Positivist: 24 Gutenberg (9th Month) [Bourgelat]

Runic Half Month: Rad (Motion) [Day 13 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 77 of 94)

Week: 1st Full Week of September

Zodiac: Virgo (Day 14 of 32)

Calendar Changes

Elul (a.k.a. ʼĔlūl) [אֱלוּל] (Hebrew Calendar) [Month 6 of 12]

[libidomechanica]

“Whan the upper sky, and Ywan, Vryn son, wealth, and mock my sin”

A ballad sequence

               I

Whan the upper sky, and Ywan,     Vryn son, wealth, and mock my sin. To the spher e d court—that     treasure it all; let

reasonable springs; so Stellaes image     dull and Ginns, and hatz redily rehersed, delight?     Upon drill—or raise add

some gentle in my pain! Song for     their fee; but these made of þy burne to sea, when King Arthur’s     country clowns reparted

þe were wylle dowellez whyle     wyth þe soþe—bot for it was, what you strive when it sleep?     Thy worker of time, til

worþed an awkward show the ever-     varying undiscerning perhaps a little sprinkled     by DLXS to cold and

rough a hundred to me; she like     that voices gan glittering the town: the grounded! With all     in an appear to tempt

their friends. The night her voice the midst,     through stricken look’dst things to Hallam’s Middle age of beautiful     that winter night at

all try, but we will I wel þe     such distant views, like the will lead the church, till is the river.     Polygamy may

be ready sent did alle dor     aftter mourner, blackbird’s trouble bride—and suitor gins to     mine fro þe kyng he saith,

since melts with thy rest unknown     animal though young old, the East, and says as lived a Cyprian     shower that was much

baret bende by þe douth should make     ful hard; and whenever till the culprit answer; but though     you, tiresome verse want

of that thy registers, my tired     of price so celebrated forth þe, ne þe bede bot     if I ween, she has crossed

that all honour his voice pealing     up shells by the winds a- wooing flame; when done: the pitied     her the people every

different was he sets us allow.     And layde hym þere. And þerfore, with long as a foreign     slipperiness. ’Tis not

much appear before I could not     suck’d and great rate; and in the hall, they see? Inquire aboute     þo gift of five hundreth.

               II

Would farther twining of life behind.     As Philip’s song and farez ouergrowen; wel bisemez     þe herttez hir warde

þeramongez. Although double     knocked an inverted sky bloom-covered grapples, much with awful     to sete wende for days.

               III

Whose please—the room, like fireships     and eyes, ears upright, as hit were the Muse. And left to his     similes at Moscow,

insteady gaping with her bellies,     that mars the picturing, thing makes to Hallam’s Middle     of all at moralize,

since one, Er þe heȝe ouer þe fole     vpon rybbez radly þe honour annals of wonder.     Her head; where þeraboute,

of only landed the cloud, so     say no men in woeful ditty; how long thee; thou loneliness,     we ar in Arþurez

halue þat þou boden habbes.     Now hath none weak and from a furnace, vapour. Were ready     shelter their office so

renown’d in counsellors, ’ as I haf     sen a general come though ne’er for there if you to     mind hade belt and the dame,

the breeder of bak and found in     this vile age of Lolah was Rome’s stood silence arms and     start no mon methles, and

broken-hearted to serued in     vain as for long pursue him as an embargo. He said,     I dare to be good man,

must I reche myȝt. The damsel’s name—     juanna spoke to thee strive against thou feel now. And Viva     l’ Italian convey’d;

holding of the rival’s heart he     called, and his mere lusty knight array; and ȝe wyl, wyth a     lady Geraldine, had

no plate. This twenty echoes answer     him, invisible fair grooves, and ayquere, rugh ronkled     gore besmear’d shield her last

of love, aside to conceive thy     childish errors, his battery cousin, he tribute to     þe fayre grece schorez, þat

yowrez, and thoughts of spekez—neuer     schulde hardships and his sere segge, bot vnhap ne may preserved     me þinkkez. On hunted,

and still peacock stalk’d about thy     horrid temples be, looking sod; they have behind the furred     with equal his neck

that mayn on þe noble guest: your     vessel lost. ’ Grafted into the ungrown despite of doctrines     the gods had the bed

become tomorrow to this trodden     by þe horse. And every tongue of much enrich them both     into one virtue be

safely stuck all earth thou should be     double, as alle goud hert hit hym ful hyȝe, and Lyonel,     and grumbling off headstrongest

the Flood, and bid Suspicion     doth yields of the upper spher e d courage, Bat in between     his form the first age:

wait until he schulde haf wonnen.     He kiss their first your old ruin, whom thou wilt hunt their piques,     nodding roguish een.

               IV

Choose; for that was he gryed without.     They things divine, fairer far too high, upon myddes. ’ Other     and west by continued

to his equal, or like the     great use after myriad years. ’ Where stablye, þat wroȝt hym in     studious holds her own

these blue so dere, of summer wings     were in a woman who did he raȝt, and schote at home, in     whirl’d round mere hope of those

babes, and without in a day, had     been by the crowing compassion was frightest ho syttez,     and þerto his noble

day when he blind! Impatient breathed     to dash on; expounding, broad arms and stalked in þe costes     þat ȝe me telle your

Italy free him stumbled so     she loved as aught the years, by Phœbus was whatever proude he     lenger þenne, both his carry

from violet past reason to     the suddenly, there masse, and tears the more, not that shee stringed     pearls, each Asiatic

dinner’s knell to the court kynde þen     schere of þis buffet abide with petty care, was sick—no,     t was thy beauty may

be the court an hind, but rather     annoy, the last illness, we before hath drunken square, streets:     since laugh I planned, and the

breach with comly bykennen ayþer     bi þi traunt of my limb of the secondly, and lay smile     recures hous, ’ quoþ Gawayn,

I þonk yow, knyȝt, Ȝe ar welcum     to þe watter, save the listening a cello in Russians     had to shun which, having

fair, in hille hade vpon bent before     than the difference. With these love hath ended altered on     þenne, bot if I could root

that strange of bronde a foe would not     þis trwe serued, he let near that was her skim the captives     just a haþel þenne when she

dreary cry. In the web that thy     sake off the Candian Ganges’ side he would altogether,     a second object is

my past. It shall I go on? Shrine     of life, but he. However, and yet agree to constrate:     folly’s fruitless thine! Had

not bear the paths, and I herde haf     ben ded of þe chapel at child! Or wants, beating o’er little     spoiled with hornez þurȝ

mony meruayle quat cheualry     to clayme hit acorde me for good: being trouble the country’s     primrose path has light.

               V

Her love, and send up their steps aright,     propped upon us to swallow’d by thirst: so, taken,     on Goodwins cast you, because

my finger fair. And then I     may lives are forward on his strong, she huge mother neck as     happened shipwrecking up

a Harp, between who love for greme     he made the body he be not know love bestow’d it to     wynne golden sand—how few!

               VI

An hundred kiss it balm, earth-     anchorite: but their skin like vision. For each lamps, burne schewed     as thou art left alive.

I have pride; you have curse I venture     of all you tralineate from tyrant’s winne, iwysse,     worþyly þay ferde in my

bad, but Strongbow from far were jacks     are pentangled in July— so is good night by speculation,     which may of beauty;

her others say that rode þurȝ     þe free, do easily than when return and apt to carry     a tender head so

well: the thus throbbing quick in her     pure Sugar from Horace: his heart torne, and talk’d aboute; hunting     in the centre, past

tense, but short, by speculations     into caves, and telded up to a counter day, whereat     his festive diligence

pass, it chance; so ryde, þe wyȝe with     pride could she finds mine; three sinful sexton that they will pay     tribe is horatian,

Medio tu tutissimus ibis.     Which will draw the furred for had, an earth, in love’s     tendency and blood; it groan

advantage on the heart; and yet     in her ear, thither faces, and then she seeks: his on her     mothers to the should

remedy be the high renowned vpon     Cristmasse with ugly as ever have told thee alone, now     let us can we gleams.

               VII

Flames to sett hym his ȝonge; he gave:     to Balaam, and sete, þer is sothe, ’ quoþ Gawayn, ’ quoth she is     ever to mete þat gentle boy; to norne on bloody,     full of Life, from the ransom their moon, this leue at þe burnez     blyþely departed

whom he runs, the stalked with fresh flow’r     to die. Had made upon their office and men; also because     my fell, plunged his conversazione; the shown, are apt to     talk and shelly cave another its through our cruel, not at     fifty-nine years, will that

what might eyes of a gun, he judgment     on the fled away, at could you might blaze enlight, be     not the way þat of thy courtly travell’d they found; thirdly,     never bind me alone. While he bay where was for the con     hymseluen—his clear yon

mountainside to þe poyntez, and     as þro þronge in littel, and seven when once you beneath     the ship and dashing case to orphan of Habeas Corpus.     He turned, as their earlier, there is love, ’—thus chide, but     moss and gayly atyred,

so say her force together     faces—an earth the stemmed, wyth talents or roams that thirty     kings right she is dark cabills of irksome nightingale does     the way in which an ass each belong the flowers the hot     encountenaunce of her

daughters are wouldst their aim, alight?     That sit and busk me burde wyth a þwonges to show your wife,     let me avow—you are think it would, said not less theirs along     the mysteries altogether beauty underlids     uplift, would be Cymon

at tablez, enbaned vnder hornet,     perhaps be well both with compare: men will, and towchez,     and our selfenesse of beauty set rose over-smooth spechez     of tyxt and pick answer at they rest, ere the posts of     years, bitter bargains are

growth, is mortal round at such a     lovely lady’s loss so that made all with a sin, he will     curse than the night-wind said not thy feet. There heard, some for to     haunt you? And quen þat her feet, which wele ful lyȝt at þe     dust for the tale the deer,

since, not so all her softly     gathering ruffian shall care to pleading mad, unto her, night-     birds fly, that Lady Adeline Amundeville ’tis     an advertisement, there a sop hasty took Juanna wither,     savour, savour among

prynces of shadow,—truth that     kings, ’ saith, to hold that from much enrich the first inquire     Westernight and derely well to show the first he was their     found and doleful look and you, so longer than the chilly,     Busey;—Miss Eclat, that

frayst my fre, by me any oþer.     Even at discretion led her empty but yet has been     at you me smoothly mot be forehead, and bisoȝt of a     heavy heart’s rightful the weeds of night the staring no fair.     ’ Not what were too in the

hostel, ’ coþe þe morn to hoar     February borne bifore, now þy geserne, vpon bent much let     me schal bed, teaching to do with Wine, then as poor flight. And     the sky of gederes hym about: in general strict     injunction—an error, like

to hunt rehayted hys, and eft     nwe to be combined, but a swallowing! ’Er sets, and cold     as derrest minds and cast, schon schulde, and yet dare not forsake     hath sung, order bremely write agree, this vain for the     people may departyng

do me þis man of leave me if     I’m wrong or twice two at here I listening swine to þe erþe     he would condemnations; and where I þe prynce with Ins     and fed with some mete wyth þe pendauntes he in     no syde, bi riȝt. From the

snowy shroud, and as transackt heard,     and never be descended on with their golde; at þis fresh     beauty, all matching graunted, when body’s bank credit like     the mansion to dust for her eyes; the window of view. Far     grass unbidden rose, just

not so fall: thou didst name so much     signifies a brute; a god thou returns, and his maid, and     their complain narration was a spacious Augury should     neither love the transgression, the law that please a nag which,     taken at yow fyrst of

þis gomnez! Now am I bound     us lie deserts that are wane in þat snayped þeroute,     with polish’d nation, like here, with purple scarless fearful     mony, and yet to bow, when to þe couenauntez byfore     all is frail spells did rain.

               VIII

With her, being maid to sech þe     soun’. As after, as hinting balance bihynde; bot þe brode     watz þe watz war in hert, bot þe halidayez mony, sir     Doddinaual de Sauage, þis bench more is enough the prey, as     well his delight then beam

of death: she reply! And bid good     queen; ’tis the baths here; þis is another none, this countrèe. The     sun would though the honey is wax? Thrice fairy guests, why     compeyny noble day, venus salute he spoiled into stiȝtlez     in his schulde be

extraordination? The into a     narration, praying thus in a barren ground bells low, and     so after a stubbe auþer golden on any boon. ’Er so     much þat watz so ȝepe as ȝe hyȝt haf I geten, and sacred     sure: what I fell in.

               IX

And through and obedient wife.     To win who faint, old, old man, which its full of cures they wear     they who bore it lies, the

price may world’s comfort, a ship at     strange, and form’d like one precision, where not, and charres of     course than love the farm to

pay, if you it done? Whan the complete,—     I trust, but in the struggle to be think that sweet     Christabel, when I hear his

labyrinth to a married life     shall be trance to Soho, and fears, or rode a nation? As     might I a lessons he

but that manners shower, was reft     off begetting so and she sees, the are his syde, þat not     heard or show the press’d. That

ladies that next she had been blest?     Of þe prayed: the promoted coursers all agreed a stroke—     a warning the magistrate:

he planets, machines dim in     syngnes he kneels beneath. And vchone, þat euer ȝe fonde, bi hym     þen in syngne þat I write

again, with wine disabled every     part, ye she took a lucky present, till to thee and     cold, mercurial or

loss on their virtuous prate. August     to learnes in renoun of þe rocher vnrydely     watz no drynk. The world, both

of lotez þat watz bare excused     to each others? Excuse he kaȝt to her rough, to paste of     thing cheek, his herd, to wretch,

find itself. I kiss’d him shame, my     honde, þis penaunce vpon þe fyrst, and leaving have all his fair     Lesley, thy soul’s eyes twinkle

twixt the Fortune’ with the first     hallucination? Books is not Love and rather thirst for     þe sele in cheue to

that he stood, walking,—ah, it seems     not thing’s a throne, while life be led; he says adieu, the grounde     Table, and shaped. No wont

þer weppen, a desire, for     þou fles ful mony luve for like a lady, whose Honourable     and heart; and be

the foe: the heavy cheers in a     wood, crept there occurr’d what else: so mild; the green, or, like     magnetism, or dunce to

want of tempest boke of railing     with dreadful impulse each beloved your sleep disclosing     star doth the restored, to

warble; but the Koran. Some winter’s     lot, or beddyng watz þer moste; burneth me; know not     And on the foes: ‘for love.

               X

Our treat thing is he business of time, and the way.     That winters. Of men which he of þis tyme twelmonyth talkyng he lie. Thy beauty with     these things do or don’t matters stand, old

annihilate in Word; his Verse want you would laughing     in concoction, even abuse. While thy forehead of dynamite and legs want     Behind the with steep, or Lot’s wiser?

               XI

Displays, her whisks and of all. And,     without; but gentle later, youth, which meanest worthily     smale, and Titan’s brow of

vestal duties of marriage? It     groans, that shade one trembling I serve the conquests keeps you’llsay,     nought of heavenly fair

brest anguishing of life, impatient     to yourself, the joys or wonderly depart: as those     sharpe wordez, wyth knowledge

or vessel drove the sunshine as     free from thence doth my rest ful stoutly mony syþez gawan     and their heart at bottle

or Niger, to hunt in Heaven     send it blastingly. And laches mixed, till, altho’ not before     the world, away he

says, young, and forth runnen to bury     one, Er he wolde lenger in the ground, gainst all this sadel     sittes, both parch them

harde he bends on either eyes, bi     hym þat me! And let thee thus with a becke, so hear no more     to be assert, and gory

than fierce will fall be well knew,     which take what his daily press’d his hode of þe pentangel     apendes to all nymphs,

and still concludes in a mother,     as now one pointer wonder at other, and dew-drops of     her smilest, south, or more?

               XII

Noble fair Elenor, were they     not you depend up their charts lay fluttering every way     enthrals thee hence: two roads,

east, which increased, they, who but sixteen     down by the price. And þus ȝirnez þe falle oþer half     her you appear as on

and soul began to sum wone. And     hoary, from the fire. All in an honey-fly I’ll be telle,     of þe grene chapel,

and ho soré þat he þrat home     hereafter, as dry her sins unknown, a knell to charms his the     march with wake, the houndez

on þe fynde þerafter; bot ȝe     schulde weder of youth sighed in its twinkle o’er trembling on     their heart doth cry All good

name announcing bank of thine—thou,     that we mean. Pale green; they be grey of her toilet, when London     winter—ending in

their enemy retired, his cheek     melts with a word of tryfle at the sky. As domezday     schewed hym bifore þe

folde þat þe stone winks, and life, those     hollows murmur at þis tyme, þat be ȝe trysteres; and     the field that you are spures

vnder way. Ho hath fed, youth in     him to them, who might hues that a better. ’ I can’t see through     to quell: I will yet be

well his new positive, and stung     her mourning shame, and title is in its soft sighs sought; and     touch them, no doubt, one

unbecoming of heavenward. Little     din, for þe ruful radly vpros, and beautiful friendly     kiss; truly not yet

a pure deferred his numerous     yelping on the wine; to saue me grantez at hym about     to henged with to view

my fire. ’Er oure des, duns, and     consternation, we may be cool’d; else, I must recalling air.     Bitter seat by lover.

               XIII

Thine ease, and by the assault on     þe bur in heard a gloom, when the ladyez wlonk þe knyȝtez     so þay hade a sin as she forsworn. Slave: blest be she, you     learne now þy geserne, vpon fleeth at þe lady als, þe lorde     hit semed welneȝ to vche

tyme a gloue in a circle ride;     he still comes again, lord Roland amidst thou art, but rank;     at least to snows the secret of your own! To whom spoke, Dudu,     who on the brib’d the wind that thou wilt thoughts no fancy     does the joy of my head:

o cod she sende halde heldez,     and for my paine, beeing not the lang day the Muse may some     are all my loved Cassandra was a great bases for þy     luf þat plenty, making my husband by Plato; by     Tillotson, a billow, as

was the nut if, after ripples,     brooding stay, which succeed. ’ Italia! By intervening     equal to mine ear; and Good God! In keen lessons rather     breast, if force him who still; with mortal things in their sinners;     and throw of mischief’s daily

blest. Bonnet nor still country     much declare, and pity, and of some one rosy lips of     coming. Herd þe hyde. Yet would brings of stone, and the upbreathe.     It shall be the worst enemy is but pick’d out: and þe     gome vnder of trump and withstand.

The last set freethinkers. Amid     them dropping case hym god day, and when, t’ increase, and     hoary, so is gone, and earth, from my Muse declined, the knights     with all try my gain approved how vain it, was the seav’n time,     may say, a second my

doom, and red, when first Romans chosen;     while their guns of Ceres groan as who sends; by that her     lords of the man was but as sworn page and take that art of     Christabel, that things rights his ride up the sun, resort; whose     navigators much, is

not Love, the rest. Upon thine, that     men resolved on þe slot euen, ’ quoth she, how much he writes,     oftentimental parts wounding. This Midas knew; and Tangier.     ’ That power of the cliffand to the wind connez not only     Love, sometimes peaceful

hoge and fears that must allured poor     Venus’ eye; bot I schal seche yow forsake and ryde alle     þo rich wretch, find none at reseeds o’erflow the way in dispute;     I shall be rashly touch, and wife and þe dece was     undergrowth. Say, mething case

of injury, revelled taut     that daughter: then with they stoon; whan the second at me wroȝt     hym in a highest hew, attend. ’St a lonely watz haspe;     and action’s sensibilities, which never taking Schmacksmith,     i’ve seen means that is

grene lace, which touch’d on thee from the     purchase were fearful of my breast; his flesh helps flesh grounde with     a sadel; þat Gawayn þenne þay twayne for however have     to love, the soil may give to such success, no doubt, ceasing,     still, she on his berde, and

here starting to lifeless stood at,     but want of hope it is an actually known young, although     I were glad, and her none were the grew, at naȝt quen þis seuen     wynter wit or duty, hath been so she loves in glory!     And doggez to þe place?

               XIV

In virtue slumber, read with a brook which stands least     extremely wielding whispering, with a narrative, a jest, the name of tuly and     unfinish my deer, since sweet, sweets their naval matter, a whole hall the award heare they,     who print, bringing by degree, in

pedigrees, first he had wait in woe, the grove, ’ about     what seems to cut you thinke that liuing dine. Which flashing hung, and all the pangs be and his vncely     swyn, þat stalworth a pyked palays pyned merthe tower; the city, and all vital     thing matched; the fresch on, þou þreted

and gomen þat day displays, like milk and brent vpon     flet, and spleen on? Let none burne, Blame ȝe disstryez. To toss, to brooke somwhat this song out a     few whose tail’s a deadly Sleep, what way, the Musky Locks dividing as the past, my burdez.     And aye she clear oration to

long your flight. Of coursers all Caesar’s I am     secure, killing. And asks you much ioye; he felt thus it should all thing, the villeggiatura—     rife within the arrows a clouds; or paper to be one lady bowed, the same—because     it merit in wigs of a

quietest and stalk’d away! Such sicker; prepared hit     calle, and þe last, the wind do you my race so fayr þat were in his primrose bank. And how     can it was an embarrass’d forth at þe fyue joyez þat neuer hem court arise; he well     look into a serpent dwell, and mony

borelych louyes. His honde, and wife, although not     a son? Low moaning, with all our sight to do withouten loþe; Ay two horse. Great conqueror     plays so do these this son, or roasts, those wont þer bot trifel; bot I schal wyt after;     þay vmbekesten þis mirþe þat he to

stealing unexpects may be trayst’: al laȝande speche vnspurd     may request, and with my call an impossible might hues als, and that was thy skin, the     power of þe lorde he bless they began: o fair, like warring it, the fight, whose fair fall     be: time’s one modest month of the plough.

               XV

It was white crickets and more; bot for to tell more     should not be transgressive your own with teach it did my very Siria of the fields of     a vicious standing view, her eye

Ausonia’s glances which is, the gentle writers also     night, like trash in his danger as clear. And þat I chase; hunterez hym one, Er þe     hende hym wonnen hym out his Associates

Night longez to love: backward party were     immortals to pine, and friend Don Juan, or in quest on þe stede stif in a crowded your     be two, breaks, had sounds cannot reprove,

who the through that e’er was like to gie her face palls.     Consist of its wreck. In peace. Yet gif hym grace man, propped on my beauty under may; thou     asham’d twelve of them like not be hit

nedez to speaker rising to heap, so pass; which     their titles could be so. Take restore; the generous withdraw the very Siria of     those beautiful as her o’erflows

quicksilverswords have twain. Of days of men, in limning     of prys, and his ax resteyed, and bow’d that novel, not be extraordinary. When     did not let there was understood.—For

I renoun, remorse. Like a vision’d vest than woman     wed, and begins a loss; but from many more to toe. Is—I mean times I must with     the very silence arms gainst venom

fraught, how drowsily it crouches, crying: The deed     on þat watz ladde to fair, so tis the lady died! Annihilate too, nor everything:     some reject that can engaged with they

cal that is sympathy full of pleasures hurt she     had her heart, which show’d like a May-day possession? Yea, she might away. A scheldez, and     legs want prepared, the misers miser

miss; the lass made are full grow a home hom last, with     a mere fix’d upon that happened Eyes on lode. Grew thy can be well! My will, they cheered, þen     may hold on his hear time’s scythe antique

book myche toll gathering like a tongue doel driuen     inmyddez, and storie, a preached hell is but chiefly passion fills are this visage should be     to expoun of druryes great sensible:

the puppet-shows his congealed blood; even in     spent. ’ A pleasant to drillingly show someone … and I from Ireland, when the minstrels, and     learne now loud, nor caught country, whose sharp

at a fair grooms are very one hope inside to     þe tayl and served to act with spongy eyes the stage. All their cause your task performed, ful aȝlez:     in her brain, yet knew the think that

Lady Pinchbeck had been sat lorde on rose, usurps     her power to hover’d with errors, his wedes he kneeled; then once could not fear his     fellows most pure ioye of sleep I dream?

               XVI

Ne disabled, uncertaine yours.     And the twice, as such a letters well, and is the core; that     I ask bi ryȝt. That thou

art described—what has light had better     bright-well the Blue Field- Marshal was more again in the     hall, and þay þe trammes

of the colde com þe clowdes of     camp-life again, and sinks with heavy night-well to dwelling     and goud wylle, and like

shriller echoes—like an ear the     floor, and her lif haden, and yawn’d a good store; the precious     hold his fell. That I kaȝt

on Nw Ȝeres more debt to your     hair fell shall have swore in His haþeles on its soft and spoke:     he like the best, and Kafka

while the deepe in Sand is! I     gave what a schunt þer maden: wat chaunge me þiself, More semly     innocence sad controlled

among that either head, gained,     right: bishop, but it stand, with mony hert. Others glory.     With lorde of Adamant,

would no danger wit or might that     neither collects her. And since Jove and actions all his soft     tremor, a calm patriots

of common mother! ’ The lady     rose makes to wed; then dead and no power, and on the     brere was near under too

great as a bit; the great prove not     love some of your beck, the age whenever—which with dust; and     earth upon the violet?

               XVII

Whether air such a clene cloþez, when,     if she promise, and wild race. Hit is the elite’ of crowds;     who dares resist. Tu—whoo!

               XVIII

Hade her art to move as if there.     I claps he had real? Say, maid, Lord of a querré þay make for     when tired; love like a

Mercury. But gentle Love of     happiness;—but still with his; the boats, and nothing, but here     I prophet oft, and his

face. Lost, your over-warm or over-     warm or over-handle in her breast, so mot I þryuande     to be wone of the town.

               XIX

Up this field, toss’d, she nothing spur?     Have from heat I hate to say her, and all thing for such as—     ’Unless Miss O’Tabby,

and alle day spread all vital     things; by the same constrain’d to squander to pay for his     majesty, who, coward boy;

to nothing. One is þe wyȝe vnworþi     were, broods o’er their strive to travail the sky. How defence     save tithes and bigly

forgive your knyȝt; to lives and turning     short at dawn wounding, its session on the sun my life—     send it to me. There was

then, is not over let near the     siege to trust all will seem on rolled hell is chin like glow-worms,     which is the joys for their

teeth, containing she known. A     semloker to tempt further presence of prys in his croun, let     me sumquat of domestic

marrow. She keep your fates assist     the rest of wonderly aȝayn with Heaven keeping the     port: if they dance to see?

And why then done, this acts in visions     and day like one less by tymez ende, and fourscore can     hollow groan their sinner!

Under the wallez vpon Godez     half, Gawayn, in azure mirth, worn our love talk’d away, she     rather haste, and hereafter,

and sheets, an’ she saw she the     best. Her secrets were sickly in; so of men with wind, nor     courses of dreams too much

unkindness they are bright, thy sire     charter is no lasse hit semez. The silly mild, thought     forth a backward scrape, þe

dor an auncian wyf hit semed,     for war. Which make all this beautiful torches bright she, this     is þe brest al watz grayþe,

þat lace and senates, distresses,     where an erring again. Did the mark my mind; her blunder     a jonquil flowers.

               XX

Which cannonade alle þe best     mosque crest, ends. Propels; but works a word of trecherye be with     a battle apt to the breach. At seven to me:—the bold     Lysimachus replied in the usual call the text     is of an every of

the will report every think that     the bode him thy restored it should I been woos best castle     below. Because it is, we can not stuck all earth’s abused;     to just as thick and think upon the daughter how to play,     hende. My Spectre folk on

þe welkyn wrastelez with coruon     coprounes bicome welneȝ to vche tyme. Not once incaged     by sweet bough, which stand burn’d for to a certain most despair     in love’s dead, O no! Tis no beaten, Joy lost thou in     saying not your companion

new heart is a counted for     so is Gawayn grayþely water’s brief, and falce, and made a     hole, whyle þe wod wende for kiss you: your vessel stretched fists.     Lest the curd-pale with what they blot their suggested to þe     hert schal worthily smale,

and lights concludes telde any man’s     bride. Or brought, or Bird on the death compass’d crest; or witty:     he made, and be tolde hit watz hyȝe hit holle, hitte: haf herde and     Fortune for then my pater and comforter, and asks you     with listening came, and fetes,

and listening arms, as biddez;     bot þis ilk swyn til þat tappe ta þe. Some for my part. And     while I turn, until I saw a quintesses even that     on his station; nay, the Baron’s breast with my boys! No bad     examples to snowdrifts

which she wiser than all comes back     upon her whose gentlemen kirkward strain o’ the brands were     but his heir anchor, these things wearied mind, resolved, I say     yow, wyȝe, and tornayeez þurȝ alle cheers in the means pretious     of hours, which take country-

girl betwixt please: and so     indefeasible minstrels, and night, what pleasure? They must, and commence     between us for a queen there beauty breed a sudden,     who did her, but hasted in his Ciceronian harp     of savage caring all

then a slight was a sweetly! To     save in grief hath taught her— she’d get on. Than thou for changes,     and pay and dare not whether to here. Did your eye. A lace     lyȝt þenne, mon schowrez þe bare; is it found, thou then left     Adonis with cost, and going

of the poor deuce with hym by     strength she on þe dynt with scorn to me.—’And doun lystyly,     and spheres, and pretty flower spright, Sir Wowen ȝe wyl a     whyle wyth no vines, of mouth to be dresses of care, each     in the eyelids them harm.

One long distance, or finer silken     robes to Hallam’s Middle of þe grene, dubbed wyth ful dernly     vpon; and chilly, Busey;— Miss Eclat, misdoubting of     the herde I attle next news of her whose sinewy neck     did crave; and Gawen hymself,

where his; they leads people are     knuckles shines but thou talk? He like magnetism, or foe,     who had been a dream with the can, now wonted words of true,     despite, invade answer to crave, as it will still all our     music; the moment that

climbs relax, her eye; whose Virtue     event; nor long may be dear, the wiser in the other’s     fancy’s spotted against a flinty, hard embracing, like     gentle spoiled if, what power had past renoun of Gawan;     his being well, a

precisian, couth not lie along than     the lassie, fair sun, when he heathen, in vain as for it     make a star prickling roguish een. It grows in youth sighed Which     ripen’d grain; who passion, while cheualry to the use of your     was grant smoke of alle,

bot I schal teche honour turn to     see save the river, who kept fast þe ladies—some remorde     to loue. For I avow, to be her wyles, hit kepes, Ful     ȝep in a wood—a wood obscure, ’ like him; the world could not     grist. Many an aisle.

               XXI

Mony ioylez fro his sinner!     To the gate, vpon boþe vpon boþe. Thus Bracy! The landscape and     comment makez, for then to our lives and guards accomplished     with all circumstance, had before growing weede to steady;     the fathom the stern rein!

               XXII

He reled abof, wyth al þe     gate, runnen ayþer bi hor dedez, bryddez busked bylyue. That     she was what fly by night the Society is but     extremely purchaser suspect

the dusk of the fragrant me     godly hym reuerence may slyde hider, iwyis, at alle     þe wonderful hiȝe sette, and bote on þe mon heart in his     country can greater filter’d

well as Morning with lullaby     now with in solemn, as infants at a long been said     in a gest as his congealed bloody beasts where all then I     may take them selves and

Wilberforce: the law. Yet thee crop-full     bands the porter purple scarless sneer again, lord H. Our     height to lie along tress its musical—a dying but     these grave: the great men do,

the colde. And he rasez, hurtez     of pleasant places, where as thick jaws, the light learn to see     her bourde at þe lorde, ’ quoþ þat oþer drof to þe dede turnpikes     glow with toil, I have sinn’d!

               XXIII

And made answer’d knew the longinge?     Some Cossacques for swarms; she told and did make my frendez.     Came hom aȝayn were two sturdy slave to love the poor wretched     maid forlorn worth they lead to have I borne; ȝe lende, and he     hym as þay her, leaving

money, slowly die I knowe! If     Antony bellez whyle, so stray lowest finding if     you wonyes, bi his cause its way, close thee more parent could     like in my home to be beloved you then imagination,     the vacant leaves.

A ȝere ȝeply þat oþer, vnder God     oþer amount: though our honour’s lot, or, what was before me     though little Leila, with darts Despair was a steep. The forgive     you who are apt to all. I dreams of everything whither     lips obey, and he

successful cry; but from whom groans     I never wander his greatest of þe flore, and west iles.     That I wene, warnez him and don’t produce distress? ’—Digressions,     signs, disdain, he make the batteries, world of true, I     must confessor saw, you

can my hand thrown; each sides they rode,     more again in this love, calls.—Sometimes begun, of dos and     both fair face, and starlight relics of a mind, thou dost go,     throughout a glee would crack on his speech, or maiden, with release,     refusals and welcome,

roots together; and for the     flow’rs so wel wyth such as vpon mony proude skyrtes, þat quen     he doth make known; but the vulgar scandal doth in a happy     Eternity, say, that story most fatal shrine, god     being soft breath, may be

for that shall westernight fold itself     extremely few: I have occurr’d what she in contracted     by me; uncouple of this new Werters yearly to     þe erþe, þat siȝed for he walkez to mount þerafter were     much disgraceful hoge. ’ Be

quite Danish or Dutch withouten     dyn more comparison— Wilt thou pluck’st all the lady sank,     the inert, I fear, thought, to some perswaded there. For their     teens; but Iphigene to waft here is dark, dislikings, let     me studied quire Westernight

by special legend to soothers,     the least on erthe: hit is time left all haunt to serued,     douteles heard a mine, with metez at hyndez fire must     find. The next of honde, aȝayn were thee, this composition, its     ink has pale lips well or

large dropez of tyxt of heaved breast;     and the figures straddling a notion more and as warm;     Katinka, until by and poor butchery, some still is     impanneled a question gives must believe; although ether     I’d quote and þenne, ȝet

he shown what tis so much mirth, it     chanced, for life was for evening with knows no ebb to its     imperious love. Have paces. Nor sun nor not proud, but     more again. To heart my head to chosen to dele no     more at vantage slipslop

now a luggage never tell me,     taking; his limit is grandame tainted words rise, victories,     that all forgive me if I could not befalle! With carving     some like wild dismal cry Aroint on hir hands;     And dirks, a silent wiles.

               XXIV

His schulder what was the river !     They name ages can’t form our nature. Not Eve, who print, a     dull and down on his Lips they lie, we must as fear, the age     is common-place! Our freedom, could telle þe iles of vineyards     is the mountains driven

be told hexameters; but     making that he meued to keep in the with joyous love’s first,     there will instruction of conquests farther pious as reserve.     For soþe, ’ saith, Ladies, or for howe’er his waist, and others     grow. All regard on

that he springing of prince or are     ye? Narcissus so hit is time through apt to bow, the guest,     is when purest mind of ladies in youth who love made, the     honour. And rent as thick as harmeless view: so chilly     o’er there was praying not

your mother’s name would you rather     wouldst rubies, pearls, dukes, by her side, the dusk of their glory!     Baba, and somewhere, because here. ’ She snail, whose hollow in     the strife, and the other brother Countes of vineyards is     thy loving.-Things and kyssen

and that Ceres hit best partake,     and þe meyny he met, just into þe Norþe Walez.     Seven of high delight or wrinkled gore besmears the sky     so let us noteth, or at our speche þe teccheles     term: the Future wears a

good turned round entertain most trweluf     craftyly slepes within—et caetera. A riches     hym in a hurry; thoughts diverged in ashes bore to     prevent, three columns took in mine eyeballs, and the brere withinne,     þe wallez after;

bot þat woned þerfore. Were     containing, for þat were the think it would at his bed hym ful     brode him who stiȝtlez stif mon nere, Ande eft at þe laþe and     Wilberforce: the truth upon the noise, and turn against the     twilight’s still. And Madeira

strongest boke of þe leude, so     tyrant still call, though in the multitude’s just in Abraham’s     bosom, where I who cause the more awkward corner of     my hearts the sun doth boys, or dare the mirror of benevolent     machines the the

cliffs which once there’s moiety and     faint with a kiss. Was fright, at setting bread a man’s flood, and     vche tyme. And all truth has sufficient driven snawe þat þe     diner watz al toraced with a sight, and, to turn against     profits is always

from his they began to be grounden;     þe alder-truest she be lost, or if I turn, I     turn your hair from each cheese- paring. And his Highness’ years make     him is no more; nay, do not to dille yow to plighted him     a Nurse—her Name the cold,

thick as more broke us from being     on his glory! Bid me bring, a bende and lips. Beside,     that thy harp, with greme and a better, not weigh’d and gaming     fine, the joined clene spures vnder fete, þere his virtues of hearts,     Love’s flotilla, which knows

no pity, but as for his actions     they maked; and harlot: and with soft flank; whose Honour     tongue. Share your ease; I will seem only left comer; or—as     it spent and didden treasures; it doth proude skyrtez, þe hede     hym worde, ’ quoþ chefly, and

more unless grand left to me. Arms     a wet napkin, wrapp’d in phrase than his liues court. Then, dropping     comforter, and had no dispell’d idolatry, nor there’s     art, keep closet with smile. The simple; but the fishes;—     not the tombs I built and

set hir ful mony misy and     Pasimond, and fresch on, þou þro mon, now þou foly hatz     ben longynge þay hade belt to right observes the he mette þer     watz hym had disappears, which how to the five, four, that able     tittle-tattle, while

upon the silly as a Nun     breath of ful dere a pause, the field. A grand imps he hym bysyde.     And shame, they still their art, the others, to Despairing     stream, give gentlemen must constant view: in vain as for schame.     There was not like warrest,

albeit all, lasts every doore,     which in mony pynakle paynted, as e’er were apart,     and novice in August— now was sorrow hat; liȝt luflych     leȝten leue I yow all think to cast out. A fathomless     and where ever-singing

loves his schyre scheldez, and syþen karp     wyth vertue never mood, obey the Eyes to wail such an     endeavouring sense. To the steed, he change at þe fayre flatter     years might seems that flow confusion and bote þe hyȝe, towres     tells him all the more, that

grene ar her friend Hortensius. Now     bone þay hwen his hand by former height;—that awful married     ones which their tide, being mist, that if he scuds far off upon     his wombe and layt no fyrre—bot let it takes all fiction     beares, so captive soothers,

flesh further hand: and caught it     out of a certain mournyng he said, you push and sire;     crones, worldly strange, and þat leke vmbelappez þerto, and     keep their creatures between his horse is fre mon, my marrow     seem burning roguish een.

               XXV

His dressed, no hwef goud on his oþer     knyȝt in þat comlych loke quen yow is settles to þe halchez     al hole more hand, and

once could with scorn the spoke of all     this fair discontended by Turks nor my dumb though he nolde,     þat al þuȝt þenne, quere-so

þou watz wyȝe at you the grain; who     dares resoun ouer his violet past thou, that we meanings and     seen; but these are a

numberless, as summer without a     liquid bed: thence. Longbow was dawn, when the first, and silk curtain     courage drops of the

Banquet and mere splendid hotly,     she stove in grace: her two sad, separates war, each his     nobelay had also get

my palfrey was triumph’d thee and slowly     up this grey and nuzzling into each many a listening     to and and glent vpon

fyrst, after hid, and ȝe wyl a     whyle, so captive and Krystmasse com to known were of Christs,     die with greme and hatz ben

long gallery at night wood     society were there, but by a space. ’ Rhymed to make for the     proper craftez kest his

face, not quick distress, Harlequin     in some like a blysful blusched on the assert, where the     coward, colde. Neuer ete

vpon þis fresh in battles are quite,     bronzed o’er them think I have power though here you, O awful     yawn white? In conspiration

ends. Her weak and gayly     atyred, softened they have a vision, or wits, or his fixed     those ciuil wars to hold of

threw unwilling too much ioye; he     never under and head of his ardent with, concerting     the finds, to mourn it. To

shield sweetest and me; and you say     a woefull bird, whose for newspaper told that strife, but heart     of þe roffe of þis gyng?

               XXVI

From restlessness of the halde þe     porter bitidde, þat is þe mon tent you can my rooms, as     derrest minds agreed among

the might command, Field-Marshal     was who find, and about they seem near. The grace and gedered.     Her two year thee alone

by no means ever yet! By     rank before her charm’d, are blame: young folk, that erst he dark     reality in thy face;

with laȝyng a lyttel, and kindles     in vain! Wat chaunge me þat oþer þyngez, þaȝ he hours, which is     the Baron’s brow’s repine;

but see depravity, whose Honour     alters not in lust. The silver breast. The faultlesse     appendage. Believe the sky.

               XXVII

) Could he wedding-cake: knead butter.     And I laugh’d and shapes hym wyth yow sum game; save to frightful     plain on dropping the most just mean to sete wende when Phoebus     was nine, with a rustic revels whirls and his hand, I say’?     One is best, you ask such

a sort of straw; had you right to     love? And said, was a pile often happiness; ’ an art of     the warme, fallen hym ate his might see or seen. I wish to     haue, and life must have tried; and when vicious sort of companied     us over thou

dost though she now with a rustic     sound enchanting head upon that repast. Love to kill. Are     the blush and forwarde torches are soon remonstrain him, he     walkez ayquere, rugh royalty was no my ain lassie,     fair tho, the corn and when

he tolke mon tented to me resigned;     some Cossacques and that sweet, O great bulletin. Such     is no longer laid aside; but thy rim, skull-things now, though     strictest ladies in state, when must be thrush, that was laid, attends     to be springs, fatigue.

And thick neck than is the wealth,     and novice in Augustus Fitz-Fulke; the Past! But wilt new     regen’rate in much a sort of sin. When body’s workmen     and at one him; the sun look she long it will yearns to-day     I strove that has made, for

he found I ask, that what to seizes     warring upon paper, much signifies a brute; so     ryde me moral of þe forlorn, and stad within my fresh     beauty’s bust, bring that ran on fote fyrre. Nor coveted this     conclude, then did she

unweaves the path the laste along     there enthrall; and þus much, and Dauyth þe pentangled into     Grece, þat has glem of rest, herre þen I here, boþe þe best     gemmez on þe sayn bot þat I loue and of love. What was     this he bends his done! Makes

man sleepy Venus salute her     it is great danger, free and sturnely sturez hit falleth     in his she kneels beneath that such are contented, as     e’er witnesse thy wilt have added great experience enough     faire Daphnes crave, being

spouts up not one, in this work     even they rode, þe chaunge þat mon at they hie theme creatures     of vineyards in his buffet, quat-so schotten watz hap vpon     erþe he wild waves, thou my object to raise, richly, and tricks     he were thin the spring

gush’d than melancholy dream of     gedered. When Januar’ wind wild for mine the blood will say:     but we will, even the others, if you will say: but we     will never fails to make the midnight with flowers when,     issuing once mourning knees,

by whose times, that of thine makes its     hoarder’s angel pured vpon londe in every where and     comaunded þe gomen bygan, or Juanna by the first expense.     All people, like the shelf, to man, more lover, shalt be,     as looks so stead of his

holland shining shine; but keepe, with     waking, but speak of day, when the virtues that white; which our     gynocracy; you have she beginning to doat. Head, and     no more meny, but arose, and arch, and private another     difficult to pull.

But by degrees, the tremble. A     trace unworthy without a reed, that would reverend Rodomont     Precision, and double bow, newspaper, why wilt thought     like the soul of the offence.— For over that their first i’     the dead? May me were; a

bliss or bale—her Years, by Phœbus watchful     mony pynakle paynted page, but still the daisy-     star that were, even with much in the earth with her guardians     blame. The same he þe gode of þis renk þurȝ þe ryalme of     þe gate: the day I die!

               XXVIII

Of her lele luf not quickly.     Everyone I hope that same marsh so dark with secure, tis     your part, and wife. As growe

grene chapeles choose; and at their     cause, their farther on your charmeth the assault. For miserable?     Now all they are raw

begins a journey should every     green province he home, my good and hills, but vision to do     þe derrest minds from her

they see? To frayned, and seldom     since, not serve and love talk’d aloud, with due rewarde, he on     his talent all: and, when

his wastes of heaven be praise, that     do the knight; and the rechatande watz not for your idle     soule and strydez, keuer hem

courtly tread they not less and it     will fit each ancient dame! And as those hollow cradled as     all tale withoute bi þe

bonkkez of bristling bowls invite     the uninitiated— what if I myȝt nome, and world     again, lust’s abounden

wyth lotez þay seueres bi traunt     of mony luve forest the deep desired, and sayde, Ȝe     ar welcum to were assure

you, their shadows like fire. Perhaps     tis but form of weal of hope is merely innocent     blood; if not to trust she

summer-night. ’ And now deduce the     listen! That we see with her hair in love, ’—’for long row of     modest watz mete, a

twelmonyth take the consolating,     to the sun. Himself avoided the stems that all,     soothingly with good which grace

man, with looks was what a tree; but     from a high station. That love’s sweet: have I which loose,—it scream     and ever shape. Then ruþes

hym to, and I have thee from the     floor; and as the bed to show the path issue blest? And sorrow     hat; liȝt luflyly

his noble liked an end, the marble,     like yon cherries into ashes; whatever show he     had friends. Each blessed awhile

the lasted, or some still we see     day, when left to be hell; not as cannot change; the might before     than has such suspicion

as if in double means no     more; I will not cloy thy will remember, a sweet breath’d     unawares, according to

praunce.—’Mine’s a Sphinx. To such rent, with     nature good. Forced back thee free and tall, his hot courage, poor     Juan at his hard as a

Bow to the weep; tis a grande skyrtez,     þe ver by degree, and ladyez. Sweet Adeline were     worse, and pride could Love’s divine

with ryȝt I þe proud; how ledes     and were oþer kyth, þer comes risk theirs enquests farther grim     grow out, in dark fringes.

               XXIX

Said Christabel saw the fair not     receives have won the endgame of love: backward drew near, or     tiresome few women

with chaste embrace of the asp for     luflych knyȝt hatz wonyd here, at all then I may lives; amaz’d     brake shifts, witness had

to be found theology, fine     boy that there was asked, sanap, and think to refer to, I     thought upon the many—

though not to the blood, leads people     are fill’d awake, yet never discoveries all his     desire, forþy wonder

of þe stablye, þat not, Lust on þenne,     þat all these respecting a breathless divine: such frisks are     on þe more debate þen

þe folk at a morn to Virtue—     as the bride. And the third heroic, stoic Cato, the     worlde hemm’d withinne, and I

have sense first blushing shed do summoned     to measures of rock and begins to frayned, and stoffed     wyth a godfather’s

will make the blunt boar, who have, and     foch þe no woman finds nothing so far remove, and where     through, each is London hade,

as to improve him, thy oath to     worth cowarddyse and root up betimes back, the will not     Maud too, rare fleet as time

the gate: they liked quickly back, thou     must ride; yours I am, oþer sayde: bolde þat he sense prece to     me. I ween, and who cause

of female, young and she slept, not     this mastering that daye, and ȝet er þat neuer both in     her rights continued: Your

rival, and a bed to þe sweuenes     hit he fed the closet withdrew to shun the honour     is mine—our faithlessness

of his eme, and heȝly I myȝt.     Forth thy beams interposed, and darkle. Their longest pleased,     with one Apple wonnen.

               XXX

Than you gained; where Nature one; þe     bor wit, and Instrumental frame, if that kill or later     like to Chastisement,

they once, in fette to say no means     no my ain lassie, dinna sae uncivil home-bred to     see him from their arms gainst

a foe would die, or low, newspaper     turn’d round, and not feel smiles? For look up in fayth, Sir Gawayn     þe garysoun tyme

so kenly hym kyst þe kenel     dore about as it roll’d; and ȝet er þat durst, in child crosses     troubled. That in a

breathless pictures, hover over     throne, wayued his means certain’d them all! Saw a quietly,     finally to prove that without

all discountenaunce þat hit     at you like admiration of white and panting from his     bell-mouth’d mourn for an

inverted; its den, and by his churl.     The passion, but by the Foam of the wrong! As a throne—but     that please: and lasse she be,

the lilies a-dying and on     the marched our seruise quyle in this oath, and o’er tree, of     heaven, to Balaam, and

his deuocioun herde of þe knyȝt wyn     boþe bit burnyst bryȝt, and bounden wyth yrn to plead in fact     for their stress? ’Er former!

Witness—in despite: and all be     gone! His gentle Maud have know I have been teeth at þe chaunce     sorrow after gratitude’s

just to see his brutal     kinds of being Cheek,—upon this new Vauban: but from the     father’s noon cloudez schade

his lymmes, and al stondez armed,     the beauteous deed; she long despair. Thus lullaby my     narrative hit, for what thou

yet a purchase if thou my secret     portal’s side, which is hath the strike him doun þe grayþed in     some planets, machinery

just as he doth his clown-accent     and sentimes within and England, were only alchemy;     anon perils, then?

               XXXI

Nothing from each footsteps into     the Abbey, to brook a lucid lake, the sphere, with chaffer     and a goodly your gordel’,

quoþ þe sele in bytoknyng     of light beseech the human happier mended ice.     The wood, and the flower.

’ Nay, by mistrustful lay the rhyme;     yet she wit the forlorn? From her fault: the bed to and things     she known a rill—for trusted,

they creep from tongue; be wreak’d on     as it was, and his hode, a bauderyk bounden boþe blysse!     There wernes, and nothing

spouts up not of the Oda, upon     the tide of Humber still show, sit by the season to     wet his ryȝt bifore þe

heȝe in þis seuen wynter wage; þenne     fersly þat her forsake ȝe þis gomnez! That are would scarce     a sin as she was a

poet eke, and service of the     green, whenever again among þe frekez sake, hung over     us, and through the

best is shared: but her forne þe steuen     mon may þe dore, and pure, or travel bot on lips, and now     deduce the rising own.

               XXXII

And comfort in þis country much     better become after watz comen to refer there any     day delen, for scham

into the prize content.—For I     avow, thou art were French flod Felix Brutus is, ’ could remove     you thirty-nine, ’ which

has nought to cort to his helme, and     loue and teches sit, long single reader! What she with what     he had no helme, and within

what can solve; but infamy     and shown how are sweet, and more. Of virtue wore, since laughter:     thence the more sweet, more

easily: Once open the scope, Man     were the brazen upper sky, and Agrauayn a lady lyked;     and fixed on cloud. My

true-sweet loved Cassande vche prynce, put     to me. ’Ve grouping of slaughters; if for freshly fed     by a fire than land, one

of my destined by the heard, she     is blame; and sire; he dryness of the Godde, ’ quoþ þe god     of all kinds of beds four-

posted and derely youth to     poyntez, and vast estate. By form’d of his oþer felle flood;     if not in health may, if

himself alone, and evening with     a vision, fanning hoar- frost or blaste. In days of night; and     sprong on her myriad

years. Fro þe halue, and file their native     of his hert. Thy glass, twixt the sport ȝelde! But it’s not managed     with Ins and

sence, sex to thee, that she be thy     will as much refined preacher— a carelessly seize loved—the     finde, that man I am

secure—she is always premising     fairly. Making their summer of them! Good deal withinne     with a sort of day, I

ween, thee, to deȝe watz burne schal swerez:     here is a monsternation, if fond of that like a     flode to þe erþe, þat hit

kyssed, noȝt bot wele bi þe     rymez by þe halidayez holde? My wish is soul do I     previously loked

ful fayrest þat auþer of the river.     Her voice to me. Such pursued at an earth usurp’d his     source of another’s holland

shot a glittering if that     does nor good so late the lassie, fair to ashes lay the     Rose shingles were a bed.

               XXXIII

As our avenging birds of a     heavy bellez on þe fale erþe, þat watz al wonen     into a fine and

prosecutions, signs oft the knight, and     o’er the harvest. Meantime to grow a shell in. If this silly     brain, because it was

ordain, have his, which lay night, from     so me oure destyné to destructed peruse! He look at     length, that flaw that reeves him

by continue good old men at     þo ladyez wlonk euer. For þat hit bytydez holly was     near Ismail, had the elite’

of crowded your soon! And lone;     yet, after due respect, placeman. I wolde I wale þe,     ’ quoth she; and now wind, when

each others? Had not on þrynne syþe     ho hath been strike two of the same, as hit in wise into     a certainly for the

prayed her fete, þat yow devaye wolde hit     hitte: haf here as Heaven, altho’ not whether in her longe;     he had his hede bot not

sure nature, white and þe mirþe þat     þe barbette, ’ of Danube’s bane of all breath, and so ȝepe     as ȝe wolde. Blush and gotz

away shall short, that thou for comfort     mystery. But this as in peace, that voices, statue-     like—like that Ovid told.

I’ll ne’er discounterbuffed she     had been very loan is no more, but, as if he hade crowen     and þat schulde. Still have

not keeps creep for alle þyse pured     vpon the matrimony’s list vpon fote he hone, þay dronken     and when bear of leaves.

               XXXIV

The fool will turn upon the thirty,     she is wearied me þis man from thence her wyles of this     one, clepes sued hym serued

semly hit haled vpon schowrez     ful gayly watz ryches hym to wynne þose godly hym     kyssez þe Nw Ȝeres

mornings beauty grownde did canopy     the crowing what woman bred that a war of sympathy.     His seruauntez byfore;

þay for Mahometans     forbeares, that he watz more awkward corner, of a broken,     presaged good to longer

linnens, and all, the wooing: pity,     ’ she haste was more aghast the future blink, belike to     give the fairest misse! The

shadowy image I do vow     and that was triumphant splendid house was a mother! And     thus are long-battred eyes

disdain, doubt, as many way; since     might blows; the dream! Tis truth upon my brow; but never knowledge     of Moldavia’s waste,

fayth, yowre awen nye nyme to await     herde I attle torrent iudge between each below, and     Lady Marys blood; but

Iphigene I claim my rival’s     bosom it should, by Fate, who limits all alike most just     aboute þo giftez, for

schankes þer spare while, haled to     marketh, or at yow set thy will ever will? Who pass; with     patient but to die; and

tear is this monarch’s victors fete     þay dronken brain, all their drear, who held succeed, I will away,     my song to liberal?

By this to the valley, and fox-     terriers. And made sense: you around each other flush’d and     blowing how he rose; then

with the only meant knight. Have alwaies     free, doe not þe last: one is anywhere it would she     think you well. ’ Red fire! Thrice

fair Gulbeyaz and life, to daly     with polished her hunt: then she treason in her breme vpbrayde, þe     lorde by sides, the lady

Geraldine, who hade ben ded and     dress kindle with her own, restored. She kisses, a meré wyf,     ȝe sayn vmbe his eyes in

your introduction to vie with     undeserved to all his name—sir Leoline was they loves me     at hor wylle, þe chapel

þy charitable, and from     our only can ever faith I swore information, or     ivory arm; and heuez vp

a tabil on a cavalier.     I, for some uncertain country merry hae I been talk’d     till not be takes the charms

or crest no kauelacion in an     aluisch mon has sufficiently of þe sturdy Cymon,     here a party of

palisades upraised, as did not     favour lose above that this solemn contraction, even     of a castle below.

               XXXV

Besides, in concoction, and tears?     That women to the sultana, their engines above me!     Wishing expressed. And money,

that microcosm on stalworth     coward, whose acts made the whole, the love in rank before     growing first he move unfit,

the Tigris hateful object     three bands: O noble, Alle þe segge and pain, ah, what is     my wedez ar barely

to the empty cup, nails rustic     voices of thirty though she on hit or miss’d, and ayquere,     to turn to doubt his body

borne for now obeys, and raised     around arm, to dally, perverting for luf of þe braw     gentle write, venture for

the counted by thy life again     she feeder the hollow heavenly moisture, careless     ennui is a mere ague

still have but harrow bones and make     his belt to þe taper? Soon on the gentle in her     paramour at once their banners

the multitude of coxcombs.     To shine, to grant my bed crown with bayonet the royalty     was extremely he

menskful þik, Fayre furrows the gross     refined, the pictures o’er, adds motion to doe at a country’s     a thing beauteous light

next shall owe you can see the blue     noon of his estates their mien and to mend all people are     he is not touch’d into

a charm much abhor this     commiserable Mrs. But gathers as the least in Glory’s     van. I am in this

aunter dress’d: ah, woe unto the     other. Grow out, in pity mock me. Exactly foot did     I let me excused to

his was wrinkled with an inferior,     to view, her join. The bonie Lesley, as short ears, your     fading and piteous party

were. All my lord was last age:     wait on me; which I’m surely water ful tyt. To aching,     wonder the never crime.

               XXXVI

To search out-at-elbow did rain.     The city, and why? To Mary mother. One in which Baba     spoke, the magistrate.

               XXXVII

Where he shouldst thou, ’ said her head, gained,     when he had never restored it sounded, or song, there nothing     came to await,

according to anticipate in     thy shades of evening, foul, or yet was fair will be a Jew.     For vneþe watz neuer þe

haluez togeder þurȝ playnez     piched þerto his equal light fails to win who faint, by     Angels Sophias are like

a new damsel’s name is me! Like     sunne scheldez, and unsmooth pitcher in þis man short and let     the cries, to cross, and tyxt

of prys, and feed he troops were you.     But not step had led to her bosom worldly bent, the daughters;     and would riot, teaching

and law begin accusing     in goodly royal pair of May, since that close the mid-day     sun. Unto it myself

with some deplore which an ass is     musical: sweet beautifie your country from top to the care     torn: how she unweaves

of any frekez hem to be     assertion their piques, the moment the lofty lady,     bot mourners to the past

and stems of the beats in russet     robes ful mother, like Dian clouds in state who like a youth     as may be complexion

lack? What follow this desire     seemed, nor often as you so; let reason why ye drooping     the word, not once we lie,

but ere the rest; when t was like     a jewels to pare. At least distant echo of a bryȝt, Ande     eft bonk in þe couenaunde

ȝederly ȝolden hym mette fyrst     born, wealth, the frightful due, robbed by sweet was used to fulfil:     just a haþel, he seldom

fails; hoarse murm’ring streets we may     dissipate. But heaven’s despair, nor would have no ferly walk’d     with fair would thine; for dreams

that sour unhappy in being     refuse till older may; goe then dayes, with heavy cheek their     golden on his estate.

To me my offend, with a slight     wood ye see, though rain relent, who love’s its burnez to þe     hyȝe hawtesse þat þe howndes

þat lemed of folly footing     to others as they never so dere, of þe broȝt hit     were placeman. As a

son, althoughts have help! Must before,     I pray, displese yow, Gawayn gerez ful clere made, thou grandame     a kind and chafed at

an easy my mother; and aye     she said, and sleeps alone her still was graver mood, obey     the best to every kindly

in their queen; ’tis the joys and     began that on þe folk gedered in the dressed with     virtuous point in old song.

               XXXVIII

His name. ’Er some women’s wrong on     her bosom like a skater glided: which it again? Who     will take advantage, when I love lightning roguish een. To     aid to move opening to resign to seeming him prison.     To man, that if there!

For hectic phthisics, and as þro     þronge in wod þer still waste. Is thine may like to keep them wet     again, exclaiming at her she take, I must before her     face remained, the deed, were virtue by way one goes are turned     to þe gome one description,

her bremely well-proportion—     the hunted boy: but still have should growing on the sea     now þy grymme bysyde, rocheres round at melancholy.     But never more in the new damsels, where schedez of þe     best boȝed hider, bi lawe.

               XXXIX

Were be companion new haue a     hands and lest fede þay of specialté þat þe myddelerde, and     I must allow, and I

here Kaff looks a frown, and warp us     of the sparred at all; we knows nor Greek truth, howe’er our     foes pursuits: thought and dark?

               XL

Eyes; for Nature’s death shone likewise     equal, o’er a sort of the poet drags into this wood     will turn to save, alas!

               XLI

In any breme, rude, cruel, not find.     And not so great expected work even now reigning, foul     flaws to fight relief: the fair! Who will kissing is awake     some say No, ’ a wife was

tied, a Rhodians crown, and fresch on,     þou þe belt and then turned away, so stronger dwell, sick, or     state, this your music fled, approve the last: one is anywhere,     your greme þenne? Or at

least of this berde, and rising of     the public building heart could not mix’d with strydez alofte,     wyth bronde, er heretics in letter freke, leaving prudent,     arȝez in oþer onswared,

and think till hand, nor often     sob? Or, like an inverted sky bloom-covered tracks. I’ll ne’er     for the unpleasing, straight, even so much pleading may the     blinks dull disturb your coming

blow: and þe godmon, grande swete,     ȝe han spouses seeing nuns, that make full, sultana from     heap of those sapling matter alle oþer sayde hym broȝt watz     commes such welcomes which.

Here in her eye; bot fonde, þe naked,     þat semlych syngen for then men lover a Highland     will events the will get on. A hissing, t will I breaks     the grave, being at the

strike two look along its Ear such     like a theme; the midnight that Potter all? Babes to ride, with     bayonet it is þe better four; would say to walk into     the poor dry empty

skies that proud, and shines from above.     Nor yet bende, and ay sawes so we cannot leaves, where not     us Women glory; and then men showed, whose noble mistrust     their ease, and at the

same fluttering rather love, thy     steered, and this break. Ende in þe woȝe of that hides his tardy     day: by this beads the measures, living grieved, I ween, as now     your mind is in required.

And rys, and teaches mixed without     friendly of happier plight, had to shakes obscene. Look how     way lead their vain glode hym to answer at beyond the wing,     yellow spoke, her late to

þyn awen fest. And our Sexe, and     daughter, and once mal-a- proportioned dreams and their     perpendicular—fishers turn’d to me. A portend no war nor     settled as their charter

issue of love. My ear with wine     of the Earth, and at the postures, or war cuts up into     this to find, or stonish’d men which its loftier stay: for     that Frenchman’s foe. Was his

long its roungen bi hoȝez of myne.     Of the rolled what a grand are not things are we, or trappings     passion rises lights, rooks, in a brute whose Auspicion, presage     and goudly heart was

a mon may of yonder thighs I     with her couched its term: thence shall be wade no woþe, haylsed her     breast; his suit in Chance, but my adder’s feel it? What     I’ll take a Mercury.

               XLII

(Uncertainly they may lover.     Had I not in days more wylle to music; the summer’s     Catalogue of light, but

a theater words, per day, and     main lifted o’er me—juanna wither she opening chests     to indicate, for woman

still remembre, boþe ground? Or     wherewith their birth; then wink again. ’ The child of golde boun to     face. Within thrall, or ward,

but hasten down by the wood; for,     Lady, who, radiant Sister of war, whose sinews spread it     doth scratch’d him in the studied

þat setting night with unkindness     wishing tones of vapour. But here are not gather’d from     their competitioners

throne, and ever rains the ship well     both riotous excess of the awkward love denies his     brow, his glutton-like

admired the nights of virtue worþe     at yow to enter, so disparage than by the rest of     telle yow better near?

Of alle þat on hyȝt, her when     waste, he pertinacity proclaim his body is myldest     bowers the devil

if that what this ivory in my     suit? So, still such are con schowen to þe erþe; and this dark     with a derf and his

schulderes, of all constantinople     last he was in fifteen his fayre at message have heart     to plain, and how very

Siria of the Cyprian sound     each other offence, thought to be: for one poem I want     of many have to knyȝt

in his hath ceas’d his chose tushes     lying; but coming band, a denez ax nwe dyȝt, þe dust     contain comes against times.

               XLIII

And, thy joy, where though different mind of the mon tented,     soften’d by the new way. I leave us peace at þyn aunt, enbrauded semly ho     entreat and says her other have no

thou, O Love makes more, sits on forlorn. She seem’d to     sparkling doth small or ill, all the neat lines of a kiss hence! Stuck all eye blind, to lay—     the heat I haven were life was like,

death! Ho come and Wills and truly þer-vnder how quick     in hert; who, sleep, and quietly, and parasites; bot quen he forsoke, and adding spy,     this, and wyth my unyielding roguish

to that Juan did I let me in this, I wanted     joys and on him she clambe in concoction, their fee; but upon our St. And, to soothing     gainst a withered bitwene, and glimmer’d

as alabaster for truth—to prove relish in     thy slaue. A world of teen: love the world could I describe her sightless corn and full of great     a false alarms, my ear forgot to

her Adonis sits, banning wind, and by a lyttel     in hand grains crawl, and sence, and you, reader; there my poor birth or air. ’ Smart uniform     the son and slowly along the huge,

þat þou boden habbe her was hardly difficult     in moonshine as is this lady þenn spek of love in Heaven. Breath! For prowes þat noȝt     hym bifore þe stone nor touch at a

gift, and Land, yet from the sky so glide, and begg’d for     þy grymme bysyde, till things right her: they chose to com to her breast whereby, saved my surfeits     not much to boys! Jack Thomson; all at

things like in upon a chamber dear life, somehow     people have myself I can get a false to come from danger as þe wyȝe passive     obedient weighed: but forms cut out, but

not stuck to—for Europe. A tale as being than     hour of fantastically, or this virtuous she seems, the time, and correct, the dispense:     young chamber west, and þoȝt, if he

schulderes, oft well look’d round, and more loud meant knight, have     prohibited when the second rape, for her chilliest creep for such lowly rolled, may     þou for me; all my life was not; a

sort of killing, you must all in the very set     rose over than thirty-five, so animal thought at alle þe wylde hit abound, and     wonder. Nay there is not-yet to brave

and Fortune latest the vaulted roof, and ryȝt til     þou may lurked a few, that ever be depravity; her arms; she not those misery     is to dismiss they known, one, the ground.

               XLIV

One, who on the mind, how to none.     The slavery, and smile, more loves and praise, as neuer Krystmasse,     laykyng he viewing? And yet sweet isle, while Cymon could     not surely well-conduct I required, he went, for good: yours     to snowdrifts which misery

is my pain! For men, beten     wyth all your daynté; bot fonde þeraboute; much invite to wale,     murmur’d lamps, as soþe as windings or graces on her gentle     particular—fisher burnez in his bending in     effects suffices—little

din, for ȝe haue me a low,     newspaper turn her flesch wyth ful comlyly as I am     secure; make himself discovering together. Of     Life, like an infant still went forth. The marchioness strange     mistresses of Sorrow spede!

If court, which every once and lacking     squardon of snow: my Italy free, as I trowe, bi     riȝt. A hollows, in jopardé to lay the high handled to     say honeycombs: throbs of prime rot and wyth þe best to call     surprise, so that he saw

the harvest mon me without that     they found out what—a tendency and grinning with oyle     of Patience, with more can see things withal: it like a kiss     from with the skill he con hym bilyue and then; whence his beads men     to þe Table, beating

Lust on earth Eke lullaby? ’ Says     adieu. That she short, this cars of Rhenish. Besides they went,     griped alle þe metes, for it on hym ouer þe flesch wyth     quettyng awharf, er he start forth no creatures must be so:     for this—and weep. I am

at his breath forwarde þer þe     deuelez with less grand die for five, foul, the surprise, what can     be? The gate: the brook, the envoy of moderate breed: lordlings,     not so loudly as a pedigree from other’d is:     for me; all entered, as

it was amiss; the octave’s chief     flowers, and her voice says adieu. With the world arrive ere     long wyth a scope and a horse should die, or two bare as real     epic Love’s foaming flame! Would Arthur’s rein, and thankfulness     deep recesses: many

a family picture, for some     surmountesses of our approach they chokes her beauty I     remember youth’s fair work even with all stares shell. Society     is not one, save one content, in space: if seeing the     hungry couch an alabaster

there werk, staff, stood at all     found, and will. The leanings of the west with no specimens     yet dear, more they love, called þer watz and carelessly array’d:     if the Temple’s in her eyes; and yet to see, the viewing?     With Truth revealed for food

for the rhyme, whose called the Indian     formed to his arms shine colde clengez adoun, and harde bi     controlled to þe depe double bride, and loves at distant glanced     I will severed along the wildly on Sir Gawayn, God     yow god þoȝt. With thirty-

two and fearful mother! Doe not     so foul. On Change; there’s a fine to light. Many world from     yearned: to building other. Her burnez bysyde Alle þis     holt, and lost thou do’st dwells upon my wede to þe grene in     londe worde any daylyȝt

lemed vpon folde to þe byȝt, voyded     of his own? Of an angel fell, if they are combined,     but Fortune is but chivalry away; a mischance at     þat stalworth coward. Besides, and oueral, as þe athel,     and idle on as you

owe me, I have I no more, that     is god, ’ quoþ þe clouds in love torment shape, her love. And chosen     friend by force and then there. And red, like my end, to deme     wel trawe ȝe me the bush; an’ she allured poor, yet in battle     sprit for they parted

boar; whose Virtue thee, to alight     or writers, in celebrated for þe fest, þe bolde bredden’d     her e’re. When Nature an accents high-born, a good a     cannot die, he schulde haf þe grene chapel er he had one     on which one band hath she,

chastysed and dare no crime to     who beginners, to shun which if I love concerting at     thirty-nine years, pale grove, ’ at least we can not so greet the     bonie lasses non bi þe boweles, brooding head it doth     bare, þat ho bede bryng, I

hope this head. Her bred—that was an     Italy freed from year ago, in their other tongue silly     march! In hear than graunt of þe same, giving rarely to     plight, and, sighing its roungen bi bonkkez bifore þe couenaunt     þat I ask no more?

               XLV

No fishes;—not to bring mournyng     of þis buffet, quat-so- euer I com hider, iwyis, at     least displease: and I am old, o ye! Like an aghlich     made the yields;—reflection

to waft he become tomorrow:     o thou shalt find there were to reprove? The women and þe     bur bare, and now to-morrow. As most rank, ribands, and now     deduce these last’s a blaste.

They clove that were flat, flow. Suits     mystery. Sweet Adeline Amundeville; they burnes best     tokenyng of treasure? Their names with thy hand is hush’d as     well remember yet, and,

being Lord of slaughter’s care of     rage, to say, the ground at me lyst—and their head the nut if,     after and hatz Arthures hous by inheritance. And     now she withouten any

other flete when he found, a     flowr, that thy hard a gloomier stay: she was they passed—prayse,     no bad examples may yet each loud and aboute; and wish     it anew, from me I’ll

they found it will not right than     uncommon Sense. That thou go with javelin’s pressed you knowest     spoken, þer sayde, Quat schal vus bryngez hym þoȝt, at saȝe þe     same, þat þer schulde kepe. The

prize mighty spell. This is my wedez,     bryddez and life was wroth noyse. Is of escalade, boȝez     for thy poor soule by cunning well, and night; and sayde þe loss     to desire, distinguish

een. Its outlines abrupt, austere—     why, John has been a round, and of condition, it hade     broȝes, þe dor drawen in syȝt, and meant to gives to the head.     To your mind: and of the

moon’s no sin to me, they cheeks, make     up for schame. Cold and challendge to touched; and brain; be bold to     that was, wistly be well as this hod boþe, a schorne as far     the account the upbreath.

               XLVI

At least, and years. And oft too, no     more. Ne kest of thirty- nine, ’ which he wrinkled bonnet nor     standing if you with his

oath, to grant þertylle, and sings,     through the day I say? Fire and vow, perplexed, unprepared to     be broken laurel-bough.

               XLVII

Not her laboured, his tears, haldez, and on a     prayers answers heaped with a moral inebriety. My heart could make all they wanton     maids young, and swyþe, with the deaths who shall

like a wish the effeminate to such a rainbow     the fool could frown? Ah, my lord, about her sinks again, with mourn for the brutal man,     my heart more gashes like the heat spring

to its becom, and cast to snow, or it is     a favourite, venturer sips making Victor haste. As it is large and unwilling     speaks nor evening, asking a breath is

feeble ages, thoughts began, they gazes from heap     of threw unwillingly fair; but the heavy hearts that look like yon your true torments breaks     before would affords in making heart

to wayted hym with strydez alofte; þe lede in     halle for aught, all Young man! As hit hym þryes, and legs his spent, ’ Why, generous yelping     of hymselues als, such are curst sun,

þen a second rapes hym after hir soft hands; maintain.     When noodle soul iudging wrongs, and wriggled in stalled through Halegarth Wood, and, armed were,     and his done. And seldom save me if

I ween, nor shore. Of all to mine own freedom, could     be better than harp can thy recommendation of no woþe, haylsed þe knyȝt, criande lotez     in þe water by Souvaroff.

               XLVIII

Beneath there. Upon the eaves, after     music by the crone way of spirit twere a sentiment;     which in hert, bot sum

token of heaven’s despair? No     less; whose Virtue by doubt if an humble Maiden’s breast, wreȝande     quene, to me; she like a

pig; or, if the ocean, one is     not, what pedigree told of guile the fear doth make your great     debate, there I forget—

an usurer counterbuffed     she fled, since men hit is scarce known, sometimes back big-time; for     on their kettle-drums a

new one; þe knyȝt neȝe hym ayled,     ’ quoþ þe grene gered day become more or solitary     Pride’s beauteous deed; for note,

whence they: Henry rid well praise be     much the boar prove? Than the works a wonder his dialogue;     for Sunday next, their with

no less declare, lest Glory! Or—     but it takes him out my bad, my gay, grayþely broȝt hym, and     sailors tried her eyes each

a face? Her founden a second     rape, for what was blackbird’s feet, whereat tactician; and fayre     contain. Pollutes him mad!

               XLIX

And pick up, to waft he plead; others,     to be discord, hearing: faithful, indenting mouldest     born just ask chariot

stood like a Mercury. With looks     on the proud arch, till no other girded vests, but since odds     are true my hammer, an’

she camp rung by resolved in his     awkward scoff’d high disdain’d to the happy each others also     suits his rough but kind?

Of all the hears doth crystalline;     sternly vpon; and friends; by that they remove him, and who can’t     oblige you, children—women,

on the prisoners remained, the     faith reason’s rule of clerks; but now his mine, in a breath’d her     after. He scream of arwes—

at vche a knyȝt þat day. Darkness.     By in totality distractions answer him, and     camps’ be quite—to thin, and

bi traunt mercy from death! To     þyseluen, both delays deviseth their virtue spellez, and     ever yet! Sweet was used.

               L

With one fair brows greenwood-shade of     heaven thy lady’s slip could pierced the speked with surprised     arounde Table all, that’s

yours, and starlight did feeds her pasterns     high: if seeing through for female, you don’t know not heart     and every mon, I þe

hyȝe table of þe hede, and night     she, and as their depart: as those shuffling noise and pretty?     Look, even forecast

a long dishes of hunterez     wyth no vines, and terse, as stiff old vices which the pointed     worker of the widows

wilt thou think upon than a convey’d     in haste. Who would love will he met, if he court: right see     the hills seem holy fane

of sweet Christabel? And land: the     narrow burning light turned hear aboute, of his love, he had     been, but faith; but sile

doth boil, and hereafter, as hit     hym bytwene, to hint at china without aim, alighting     figures strange the ocean

lighten they have heart, the kinder     course, I must speaks nor brag we have not seene the limpid water     doubled every things

ladies see but take thyself, and     what then all breakfast; private himself alone, and every     hail and schranke a lad that

merry bard! For if he sent. And     when other forfeit when she would return, until we’re wed     as night wood, the more

appendage. Over my own of day,     and dalten vntyȝtel þe rode, and whom the asp for this     several part one modern

instant fire. The day whereon with     kindled feelings. With a herd carp, and one she take things, from     their virtue worþyly

with the order. Let reason in     kynges could dedicate limbs I feel smiles?, And toil;—but what     can your house; with blys into

the snow what, and my joints fortune     even doth favour’d tyrant’s wife affected? The     ravishers through the sea-coal

fires to þis plain; as they blew up,     and the Russian, Tartar, England, Strongbow was praye, and rechles     me a cheeks burne þat

glent without here and stonyed hym     dress’d the passed in giving ale encounter dress well, and blossom’d     in quietly, and

forget throw a tale. Sick-though I     seen where’er congress, we turnpikes glowing the right: the clock,     and oueral enker-grene.

               LI

Love that is hir vp radly vpros,     and lemande to þe fute þe spur inspired: inspired,     for the furrows in vain,

hath masquerades, mystery     and used by sweet maid with flown away, I wot neuer to     take us free him mad!

               LII

To fech hym þen in þe water     and must be trust God: see a former height; because he nolde     burne blessed vp, er þe gome

þat me wroȝt. Wonder although this     disport us while deference my degrees, but give accomplishments     or good please: I

professionate in the fire? As     if it hath a trice: what mighty drink that hater on this     to take in its tusk be

unimpeded by human power,     mute he hade fro þis bedde, þat my hand wife. Slowly mounts     the sex the prayers and

says in his fayre folk fonge. Heart, and     the ladies of them halched its current slipping from off     the world’s coarse murmur stay:

for bate abate theirs, made all her     sea. And syþen I hope to schewed hym þe schyre face soft word     þat strive, the Smith. Had power

though doubt few hours, now haue hole—     The silent to be wise. May it pleasant night, and vow, perplexed,     who, sleeps from out here!

The maiden, with long dispense with     erbez of þe rode, or travel, unless talent to all     prayse at my strength I finde

þat bisemed at þe burnez     he to dispersede them, poor girls, with lullaby thy doubted     one, and Bi þis Ȝol

ouerȝede, and we still jealousy,     the fox which,—taken at once, fire-driven through an intervenes     which you came befel,

even by the brake she cries saw.     Crept with much more spacious chambre and gay, þat þay sued hym nerre     wyth what is þe roȝ wonez

wyth hornez ful þyk, suande þonkked     hymself the wind is the watz grayþely broȝt bremlych quench’d,     or whether thoughts so white,

green, gilding proof that I would be     wealth, and begg’d that look at Blake and meled: corsedest kyng     watz furred and so from

their little quest I be not what     you lov’st not see the ladiez be fed? The whole soun’. But I’m     right their mouth, dare not deeds

to introduce a boar, who might     puzzled him even to your tender veteran with my heart     of their prime rot and woe

so many changes, and closed he     layd hym bysyde; þe best voices of this molaynez to     denounced to þe tables

falls, and mynne, ȝif ȝe luf not yow     sette myȝt be put to fynde. Ah, it seems that in his thine; but     what Grace in the three; and

turned vpon ragouts or might he hit     yow forsake the numbers kept the cannot less his all my     dear I love the stronger

to display’d them with this disguise,     in obiect best bowers fell, a prince, at Rome, I haue frayned,     and tyxt and reader!

               LIII

With a lyȝt horce launde, a boffet     pardon get overtake your be two, i’ll be well! Radiant     found stemed at a riper agents aim and feet like a     Little harms, expected

spouse, with bette. Be there was absurd:     but arose; and siþen deprece to be counsels, when t     is Matrimonial seal, with traveler clear; but that I     need, at his holds good night?

               LIV

—Were soul would be take myry al     day awoke; and that twinkle through the court, ’ and then; but for     this only transcendent act would that vertuez ennourned     round made the boon? Or two upon dece on the News about     a liquid glass made play.

               LV

By law of nature I did not so fouler far     that the town white as may some of mind as dreȝ as he feeder of them with the measure     yields;—reflection spent its light so had

met a path has deceav’d no guile, or weed to bury     one, and whom thou in his swyre; þenne he county meet, and þe nyȝt pass for his Head. And     we schaterande grene chapel þy charred

at þe such as wyndez and let that the day I     die, the bridge, and the rich interest in child. One is behind, and listen to lyke hem     serued þerfor þat cofly hym to

ryde and I shall cars, that love’s delight do burn your     place or twice, as through desolate? To lean on her arms of the devil if that wave hot     encounted, sette þe schyre knitten; syþen

his love; she not she spend the most used up into     the old began: o fair delicate my pression fire: pursue: night I were gene: ’ they love     pursued at a bay; wherfore þe prynce

gomen bent þat tyde, and, even in his stalle,     bot I schal teche myȝt. I was a kiss. Blue, her bred—that was faint, life’s bliss or backs of the     Cause of elegant’ et caetera.

               LVI

To lean and clear I love, but plainly     ran many rocks we guard, drawn down into Eternity.     Bed for their compact

of this ten hundred Thousand     corresponses given they had heart alle; þe burne born our     life. By which once made the

grass and threescore,—I wonder and     country is mine; pollutes him keep it seems apart in a     moment, glue, and pity.

               LVII

To walk and says all things or save.     To the usual call alike madness, to samen þere.     There by hylle ne be

not your wytte, ȝe be Wawen and     send it blasting of þe Rounde of his own sweet hour bumps with     Frenkysch fare and leuez lance;

heȝ with a kiss. Back to-night, all     purge from North-West Passage prevent; sighed in his wedez. And     trwly, quen he sayde, Ȝe ar

welcum to me, in pedigree     told of golden gills; where tars, it covers, to me. And forth     with diamond poyson knows

no pity, its operation     flies. But to use the foolish fire, the thine own betrothèd     knight. Of a prettily;—

she saw she candle bent. Now, which     more should find out the best is beauty and merry hae I     been cast you, who call my

morn when fro fole bi fryth and     beautiful and don’t say nought doth with such digression, and     having perplexed, when þat

broken chambre; he dryuen þay tan history.     And asks the passions, signs, distress be, and by Solomon     in hor holders one

that we see, then separate collective     day their head, to be so: for she might ease. Asleep, and     with me through short of my

life, should be able suit. My Guido     forgot. Yet proved how vain it was this strong, from source to     answared, that my heart,

which through the lad hem byforne from     this was what needs a seal, with force account of prys, and yow     wrath! Or hunt, gatherine.

Her cheeks were, bot neȝed biliue, þat form     a friend the sought, and having no fautles of the fields to     take amiss, things multitude:

and believe that needs must flow’r     to die, tho’ matches, where also when love her, whyle wyth     my rest! And hold of deeds

are few, if but through and gart high,     upon even such peers like all their never cries, have now     flows, to me, o wrang the

foes embracements lent in þe     warme, fallen, þat aþel frekez þat of þe renk on race; and     lere; he welkyn wrast not

him, yet has made me for oure destiné,     and used the last yearned: to bury all to hell with trawþe     þat hatz Arthur’s reign—back

to thee, in bred than your comaundez     þat broȝt to hatch a park al aboute; and knows where Venus’     eye; which might not be,

of blood doth these fear and sent; in     secret of youth,—too young, and as for roses are not wele     of þat me lyst þay

had arms, suggesteth to treads on     his self extremities, and nothing cheek, his hede as all     in view; and in hert louied.

               LVIII

The forest with, Ladies laȝed, and     breme horn of the cells for a reminiscence sad glory;     and night; or throat. Making

the groves of sweet cements of this     ghastly ride—dear lord! Fair to sew by their delight into     eternity, or their

summe in þe forth dayez, and at summer     halched fists. For vneþe watz so fair that bed of his the     gentle bow curt’sies and

his various work, and full of     couardise and smile: his Hear hims! Have heart had well conversions,     ask’d shall quality. A

fourth, and yet be well know, but when     their compare: men with diamonds turn by a foreign of the     spreading ruin or in

arms and for to me. Till hear the     sun look’d my tears? That, and destruction by their departed     all pallid aspect of

face teach the way of beds four-posted     to add a syllable the slain: he ran upon their     tongue-tied Muse indifference

beginning arms, my Katie; o     comez of tyxt of babes, and of a laund runs before black,     he nought a tutor I

wish that is she Dead; now gazette     of thy sake: for what made of hir fetures where þou hatz     tan his holy Angels

will beginning himself and still     weeps o’er theirs is thy soul’s imagine this formed with thirty,     she was there were restayed

with much them this majesty and     adding garment of thy for Mahomet’s best; then I requires     for soþe, þat bledde; moni

on of heavenward. And refuse     till looked keel now. While should not do with hunterez his     first command, through grim and

his vows for wele þen I required.     For talk, not as thoroughfare. At his life behind as     many people are maden:

wat chance stoon, and her: the watz     disposed which maystrés of May, singing by in token. And     Pasimond and shuddered

þe stryþþe on still have the bridegroom     at the boar for even his defend her fair. Of her glass     will presented to me

huge to luf hym sone, carande hym     to Krystmasse com ho of him who answer the rest. To which     grace; the through this brutal

folds just about me, lest if any     kyng hym bysyde. Passion, pure saith, kneled, gef hym God     and then quill, had brought she

cries, to consonants apiece; and     the Rhodian beats, and stori stif mon kennel bene. Rude     words did lend a dreamed there

was of a fashion, even as     they are grey: a whispers in Italy’s crowding like figure     and at ever met,

just as your seruauntez byfore     þis holds them for females me so much too much—to give what’s     favour hurt mystery.

               LIX

And þat for be afraid, and war!     And tears, as the wish’d through, to placeman. Then, in londe. You     are you, who fain would have

no answare, and through, the promise     boun at her your bodily country know what I well knew,     just what’s enough. And wanted

joy and forwarde watz Gryngolet     grayth, Sir Gawayn he camp! Good people always my hert.     And let thy left in the

posting ended; for each others?     Pray you; if you laugh’d a ten-foot roe that his fayre faces—     an ear as Peter, ’ quoþ

þe tulk of escalade, bot ros     hir fetures of whose globy rings, nor mercy non vnhap     ne may called without our

heare things she the night I haf wylt     of þy grete wordez to love and main like a flegmatike     delight earnes, his hede,

þat siȝed for birth require among     his learn to sing, shorn of her still then shall be very     saul, the lass made withoute

longinge. Knight fades, mystery. Her     beauteous array; and share, mark the staring on his eyes pay     the race. But all the lang

day I died, would you laughter’s name     is: he called loved, as mostly strydez als, such grieve, that his     clothe young, and never through

things that neuer. And nawþer fyked     I ne kepe þy kanel at child? My Nanni would fail,     shalt have refusals to

himself quat ȝe haldez hym out     of nature care nothing on her e’e; I said, Alas! Shoots     amain unto dying

by conquest, dear. Since Eve had arms,     my long-shanked dapper peering divine: such foul a crone     watz broȝt to þe burne of

sheep, with nature clay,—to me; Blythe     ancient dame apes in ecstasy’s utmost wreck thy tranquil     and broke his pale cheeks burning

more shore, the point; which means     sinister: he long single laughter, because all passingly     should do not much stuff, nor

wearing their journals squeak and for     the holy time and revenge hym þat art’s deep an angry     eyes, ’ for show us what

neighbor whose leave you, sweet, sweet sake     of dollars, who had tried our eyes; for his life and ladies     for such the bolde boȝez ar

on lyft vp sone; þe blod in a     gest at they finds mistake? Hit watz broȝt blysse. When alle wod     wende for wearied each part

of those brows gentle boy; to note     schende, and even ghost of this hande. Their brest and dele no     more hand, and on the past.

Of the Cord fitted well where, the     rest, and Ginns, and still unexcavated hole called, and so     we hae ony luve for

those of þe better, no; to-morrow’d     attended by the tyranny of deaths who have had     nomen, on Godez halue.

               LX

’ In sale aspects may be sure, one     by, this desire doth she, and at times a place sound; some     Cossacques, how alle! Do burn a tomb so simple noddy,     and holtwodez euen;

bot quen he come to þe erber,     schauen scheldez, and I schal lerned by desire’s for bate,     on burning; my beauteous deed; for gentle boy; and bosoms     the married in health, and

sometimes peace, proposed; behind. Hath     done in glimmer, and conueyed, bi resounz were dull at the     ordered on menske þenkkez al men, and drill—or raised by dint.     But arose, and Dauyth þe

schrof hymself, who on the vision,     and she doth for an auction— an error, like a bee, by     way of by reflect; the van. Once more dazle the others,     and never lost into

the narrow and his breaks through which     her come over, her plead; others end: again. Held in health     would challendge to the fain arrest, from thy doubt, that makes of     life give upon the

equinoctial lines of proof we shall     be mine, and careless impossible, not ete til al were     the morne, mekely I trowe, bi sum oþer leue, me words, who     on thro’ narrow-eating

rarely. To take the brook which     interest in a higher ends, and nature doth breath in his     honde so atwaped with no more—but paradox which to     pluck’st all to dreams, but in

show, that this paunce so pale? ’ And of     song, you desire, distinguish een. For thee free; though I     place, Timbuctoo, the unborn, who, cowarddyse and thou shall     I resigned, the should be

a reader thy piteous liveries     lively joy. Thought through mine,—thoughts and full round, an awkward     infant staineth, over gardens full she hath rescued their     power of trecherche,

welcumez hir softly gatherine     and for you, or wild carry in yowreself lyked. Will     now, meaning much too much I fear, who, where earth chaste in his     croun, and sage, grave, no more.

               LXI

With kindest Calmucks, drilling in     Heaven shall have ebbs of power to be a reprove? Yet     very sensual call, so that is—ask their creature on     his was Adonis’ voices must be my upbraid. She says     as ho stone between the

night-birds resembling love’s own shy,     shall struck dead I’ll pelt. Eye. For pity mocker, comes to þe     fyue were bot his ears, though not the fair Lesley, that sees his     bestow, since though such such your fading as they die as would     write it is good at me

go; my day, in which yet a head     I writhing dew, and eyes What bargains his lyre, and þe tyme;     when you with scorn to feel quik—to þe erþe; and vchone, þat ȝe     precious as it forth roled; þe bryȝter. The deer would most     thou art thou in making

roguish een. The brere was food or     dwell apart from danger stress? The palfreys’ foam: and, or ran     a saint, old oak tree. Of which, from the birds of praise, a     courier doth shape, or why, therefore, the great god Pan, hers carry-     tale, dissembling durst,

in darkness numbs each cheek, till too     near. Would cure you doe commit are fool to show your knowledge     absolucioun on þe wynne hider, brayden, bestowed; they     gave growing and Geraldine she spirit be, in a monsters,     meet in her pain the

Night learned so cleanly out of     the aid of God to report, the old terror doth weep, sleep     can tears. Hello to the tale þe morne mery inch a’ duke;     the face of tears, you settle: I think so, the laste along     tressed the mind at alle;

quen Zeferus syflez hym     to ryse; and fyched aȝayn, and the Words salámat—     Incolumity from her; pretension twixt the term expired:     inspired by the breed: lordlings, impossible; or werrez,     and by a lyt he lay,

and syþen þe halue, and all qualified     his feats. Than all all our slave touch’d his longe bifore þis     mann’d some sublime of—Heaven to wed; then the vanquished and     lecture on schyre schelde neghe in taking it will he takes such     she now loud, now Momus;

and scorn, good society is     smooth,—and in his hede, a bauderyk schulde resayt, bi þe     morn to stones trased amid the city’s estate—while his     lyf and Juan, too, he spring doth menskes! Of þe wonder     Provide and faith I swore

the hills and tall, with me; she must     require, is, What that neighs unto the forlorn? But still,     my boiling wife, but aggravate the sea hath he history     sometimes, Woe, woe! Frozen but up! To hover over garden     night, and most despair.

               LXII

No morn when retreat the reeds, and     if I love is love: if foul, or yet these this rage awen     wyth a bright of hir close

the young men spede. Heaven so she     did say: for ho hatz taken, on high tale. In Ettrick’d; his     hauteur.—And that face, or

like all with metez me þis     weppenes to sadel, quyl þe knyȝt of all. Like loves in blooms.     ’—’The same, kill’d, a virgin

Mother blue, has Spagnoletto     taints not care employed that cannot right hints of virtuous     powers; my flesh to-day!

In England’s beauty slain, Paulo     Majora. Extremely few: I have heart of the Cyprians     form to be raging again.

The ivorie, herbs in the Druid     oak stood that same, þe alderes hym wyth penyes to     have you like a bird. Earth

or two, and made of Buonaparte’s     nothing in drowping debates not immortals to be,     of summe baken into

her Deare, the deadly ground, or like     the blue wind since, debar’d of such Cries on a quantity     is one is young bride her

thee, the aforesaid Baba: ’Slave!     How all wholly in my stray lower to though his the wives.     To the politeness she

said not stand butter. By change; the     scarce knowen vpon fyue and þou so much joye to ache, ye gentle     bow curt’sies an

idiot laugh at a disease: what     were sick tent. And chose, I weep night, and fear thy voice and sesed     at the could renovate,

they lose they stoon, and bubbled,     teaching down the earth, from fools that guy with gory head. In     schorez, þer þay sette, let

me beautiful exceed; the sultan     undergrowen wyf heȝest hope of ever wound strydez     alse of any lesson

is far, far remove, and self may     present poem—of—I know norne ȝe yowreself lykez     better take country-farm

to other with stern stares she locks:     then my home to my deer; whose we combination farms in     Kula, drive thy cheeks,

Katinka: Spain’s an houndes; þe alder     þe chemné, þer cheeks to kiss my salt tears gave; and when nature     nature so in sweet

hours and drilling balance his breue,     þe chepez. To scorn; courtesie; but as it would rather mind,     my love will be sparred on

the seas; an’ merry goblin toasts     a bumble-bee. Look, had to seizeth on for other think     upon this flesh has light

is lent in one, save the cloud because     though this sharp by far too highly plann’d rather wrest the     Fawn a-foot, or glory!

               LXIII

—Duke, behold, upon politician,     and see, sweet food, and friars fellow building rash     enthusiasm and thus

the tyranniseth in her voice     former vows, had nomenclature and the sultana err’d     from Borodale. Yet

know loud, so fair may mon drede with     kindest moon, and you must be able suit he myȝt, lepez     ful stille and swelled her fits.

               LXIV

While genial come back appear untouches doȝter     of þis ostel withoute rinde? And madee hym to an ende. Would be, the plain to so; for the     midst, that posterities? In yow lykez.

In his martial scold, yet deare, leaves behind in     one another lips meet! To stifly starts to dust commands three! Reaping maid; like one leaf     indeed, or what I was worse. He who

wish was her fit, as I am, the bed the from     they reader, to alight thy Saviours life, as þou deles me against their own law forlorn?     Now scorn, good sped in shore; known begin.

Ditch below, yet prefer to these late his joyfnes,     and smiles arm’d river. Bitterness shoe-strings, with his life or heart and pincers herself     thyself to pause; where am I?

Consequence thy breast, have I bore the use, her cheek the     town: the night. Ending by in total silent without. Because to Padisha or Pacha.     To Roland dere what bounden,

enbrauded ful quaynt derf mon, I þe proued hym non durst     I swore one; þe howndes þat know no more comments lent inne with good night that awful torches     gild their surprise, appals her fits.

Servile to graunt mercy from the Reverend Rodomont     Precisian, couth not vain it, was reft off at vice and a pond that can await then     there, a bende his passive well her power

of worldly bent, i’ll lead the Russians with     gentlemen kirkward shown how are of a man! And euer both good heart long-neck’d with your beddez     verayly hit at thy lieutenant,

like a wilderness where and for his grace and this     our bare, as on this I love the Day, where perhaps as olden rays flash and guards my wedez     ar so compayny, til þe morn

thee—on thee—on the river. But now seemed by his     known in due ordering ruin and the bed to me.—By stirr’d or wound, now I will not     learn thy though, and nothing near; to the

unconscious Name the last line’s Johnson, which once the     brake. And the cold was but even Despair! As sure and my joy! A kind love hath no wyndez     fast as Gawayn, God yow forȝelde!

               LXV

So bisied him her through many     cover’d without hand, what call’d up—see Gazette of admired     their own their nation, thousands on in high heaven’s sun     hath holds good: being note, whose sacred sisters, all when really     does the bushes o’er

the bargayn is but plain; as the     world of golde schewe, for comforted with some have don’t so much—     to give my long, lest watz wonyd here but thy will fall. All     to heaven’s despaire at first ray, or worchip he wounded,     to slepe, soþly al samen,

and think, a won in my     digression, and foch þe spurez and his desire my Muse     a glutton dies; there was spotted again. But rather sone;     and sette hym leden to turn things, and to his faults which with     much, and hill. Hath a trice:

why, John Bull, tis shifts, with her face,     nor Mars; mine eye? More than thy will. And weep, like a little     was jack jargon, that made it shall set the foe: to bed. He     ran, and with his weaknesse to pain the whetteth still work required     to that on honde.

Discloses us smiling. The Baron’s     heart or heart at thee so fast, these words stuck all earth’s old     and dignity, nor my parts connection upon hepes;     heme were start on-stray, with banner, the sentention shall never     for sometimes truculent—

but neither is’, he seems half-     suster fer biyonde the same. If that dance-time’s a lass there, of     a young, and he louies, and þou hettez, and as þro þronge in     her who hath breasts his schelde hem stood, in pity mocker, Eke     lullaby, as one for

the sought that binds us: strong     necessary, a dove, where not, and unsmooth these wall are pales     beside. I wyl to þe talents of love shoreliness,     whence flow’r-reviving graunt, old, the meant to given vp for     alle þe raynez he

layd ouergrowen al in dark beds     at last to the dawn the honour turns to me. From the smoke     quite so from the gate, vpon his stately speke raysoun. ’ What hater     of þe bit burn: at the test, but whether this brawny     side, and, being was gone

by, this court a Crystmasse, laykyng     hym here plain, withhelde ne groned for soþe, sir, her gentle     sex, and lutte, and with sturne schal happens, I’m afraid! Severed     and chain’d the plain, you had not so new, the tears a heavy     heart—it is raisde: it is

a fine on than was ruthless mastiff     old lay fast, oþer knyȝt com gayn his prime Death,—grim-grinning,     by the rampart high, on the Lady Adeline     Amundeville who, being trips, and now ar þay slyt þe     sidbordez. And why, cared as

for wearies and embrace of a     kynges countenance grows back’d by the silently now could     entail longer strengthened, and from Boreas screen’d many a     summer’s sin: I am þe wallez ful friends, gulbeyaz was     a monster, smile as long

mute þat þer say, or for that he     was nature, that once in Augustus Fitz-Fulke; the Baron’s     present deserve and studied this dark she like Paradise,     and plytes ful ȝore, on bench both Sea and wener þen Wenore,     ful aȝlez: in heart

tormented joy and shutting will     respect offering if that we fest, þat settles all approve:     then shall miss of gederez of þe wylde swyn þay wyste from     Ireland, when, Day over- fond: so, take myry al day and     gart highest: but a dublet

of a chamber wheel beside     withouten dyn more Yankees than them year ago, in the     life again. To telle þay laȝed vchone, þat wyȝtly haf ȝe     no were worth strydez, braydez out a sign is in a brake     shift to heaven, their well

defence: it is the mere lusty     knight; an’ made greuez grene, þe hasel and distinguish een. Beneath     that may I make, if God’s future weary us; and     with trapping at yow wyth lote and Witch’s Lives her sounds mine; the     herde, with large bright of its

others as thrush, that happens in     his hede hade here, and this hym to dryȝe strong that in sight     preservation of Guebres, Giaours, forsook the pured at a     lynde and feet doth he him to boys is dry come away there     be, which all þe wod of

a quiet nest, coming off his     bag, and mynstralsye, with other and reche told to brothers, they     behold. On this—that Scriptures in one, still enchanting her     boudoir, a sweets and find and now, if the fuel period     intervenings. With me,

and went away. ’ No matters still,     while oure lordez were jacks and sayde, ne þe costes þat hit     dryuen þay smeten into motley halves; pensive, and bede hit     to be preux Chevaliers, who knew by this honde; for wealth, in     its courtesie; I bow’d the

hovel is, much solace sent, thrust     full of grace, and schadde, and every day, and sesed hym noþyng     low never lost his Houri- faced Musician will be trayst’:     al laȝande quen he was, which stand, that she wrong. Love makes us     smiling salamander;

there was not-yet took me from the     shown, or widower to hide; by interposing dew? And     comforted fair, in hallez— þe couertor, acorded coupled     among their charcole brenned, and yonder of the     grass stone nor tree in this,.

               LXVI

And rape, but now she dressez on     semez, ȝet schulde hit acordez þat neuer, and syþen þay     had not always freshness with a friend, a denez ax nwe     dyȝt, þe heuen, talkkande hym to wail such sympathy foretelling     the wind, nor the proud

tail that yet his tender on so     hyȝly þe baye, and in his liues course that thou needs expression,     but hers, tears of—but Chronology best þat we do     not contribute to with infinite be names: I have been     began to address men’s

eyes on it sleeping. The clubs found     out of sin o sorrow on here? Say, maid, and empty cup,     nails rustic revell’d him— to his faults even her hand. And     serene, its own native should almost affect. Park al about     constitutional

debt-sinkers. Was nightly what we     mery mantyle iapez þer drof in þe wyse bi preué     poyntez, and casts a bauderyk bound us, scales, richen     he filed; in rede yȝen and wringing in Patagonian     lady; ho is sothe þat

I felt a source to teach in glory:     with Roland debonnaire: the sex, and when is ho þat     schulde at þe fyndyng, with speech, I doubt, that suit here beauty,     blotting Boy, since flowers them red and active day, prepares     to me. Besides, he hade

hent hir words call’d him like a youth,     no fautlest freke neuer Krystes said the fierce, perhaps     precision: I doubtful blusch of a subscription or upsets     a things—but a bryȝt bront ful hyȝe: who stiȝtlez stif mon hit     were in his hode, and free

from danger line, and by Venus     keep, to mountains darkness in its clan, that friends; and tender     veteran with her were. What all the lady, were I leue, hit     were on her pale: would be particulated my lord was     opposed with cheeks but root.

Of all himself alone, this     lullaby conquest, whereat she took himself alone, alas!     Continual kiss each lifted time. Making this the world     has joined: so strangers in the river! Crown with thee, to-morrow     with weighty. Need to

pith; ’ but t is every exercise     or poet the siege to my only and the heart of     Cavalli with it can so well praise of several worþed;     a lowande and seen in safety in an image the     foes so many cover’d

wheels going of all the night: his     honde, and schade hurt mysteries, all kinds or bale—her Jewel in     þe wynter. Full fair, than cozy, once; at once; at once age     is clear or men, wilt thou destructor, Love and comply. Was     fair Elenor, beware;

for to me seemed, nor durst council,     in what the purchase were the lure, as do the field, a grene,     þe legge lykes, and inly praysed rekenly þe gome so     sweet hours each love at strife. And says as lightens above the     eye and to the harvest.

               LXVII

Then then, keen and sayde, and at the     started lily leaves covers swifter the knight. In god fayþe,     ’ quoth she; whether of slaughters;

while commends on his breast extreme,     rude, are the Turks: and ofte more appendage. To drynk, a     ȝere increased, protesting

thee try she told and senses given     vp for to pleasure which in an honeyed years, or on     the foe: their vessel bear

amiss. Yea, she every bestowed;     they heldet, of dos and at large acquiescence keeps mine     eye my heard your branches

mak’st thou love or names to the     windowsill. But to the just nervelets we may be names who     sits nome, and lest it shall

at the best. ’ He saucepan shadows,     with ugly race so bold of hor serpent’s space before us     lie? Mine hardly differing

to its pinnacle, and by     hemselves on me through the eye alone, ’ quoth she, in þis     holland she saw each breþer,

with ardour much improvement are     we, or at there; then sees a damsel’s tears of metaphor,     less passively did you

beneath and leave the best months and     fading himself were thee try she knows it is gode knyȝt vpon     grounded.—Now was often

superior grace; a mother     forensics. And he keuer þe frekez hem folȝed longer     time is comen her side

so frozen mounts thy face: and love     that when she great begetter’s face, famous taste. Who will came,     show’d like a vision of

a thousand yet inexperiment     reed, the true intellectual Turks: and nothing in     the wilds the attack the

flat, flowr, that delight with a     numerous array’d, and touch, and all hit; though reserve to choose     but signified: the loves

with venom’d something eyelids, which.     When wasted hym sone, rased hym þoȝt. He pivots, sprints of     such transgressions party

might blows chilly o’er he watz clene     aboute honey secresy: and Viva l’ Italian     conversation to those

pured vpon erþe. The fire of her     dreams do no lenger of battle was there’s a fix. If     thou dost wake to be attack,

those brow with luflyly sayde,     Haþel, how your own will be to steal a blink, but when at your     life, in an old trees, lay

ourseluen. Which sleep; white arm, to     dispute from cliffs of all my wound; for some prize content, didst     brings I have to thee hence.

               LXVIII

He also suit, which if I spell,     when he wanting in each, or no? Lamb that far festoon entwine:     what else but one with his sigh thick neck cannon duly     pulls the wa’; the kindred

to something gainst the wretched manners     that the world’s amen. Add this first investigating     Lust ful hyȝe: what can ye reconciled in her hue that Ovid     told. Not that sought. Slip

no occasion for our atoms     were but this, the field Show of earth upon drilling both with     a smile: his higher breedeth on to wive; but sovereign spousals     are alle prys þinges

as þou foly hatz he well     know, being soundyly sayde: bolde morning Ignorance lies,     the honey secret porter, with goud day, where never dreary     Fuimus’ of all the

means her snowy skin like tertians,     than she farm the bright, be read on; they be; nor caught, he vain     treason is a mote, as what they are many a vase of     a surf-torments lent in

one. Summons to swallow’d it again,     yet dare not this rustic revelled derely wanting     maid;—I did makes me sad? And brent vpon fool confined; when     purest sight present? She

dide the care to be seen. Slowly     alone on þe most approved, but sile doth bare, asked thy     cheers that they rode furious laugh I weldez hym to henged     heȝe ouer his danger

ashy-pale; still unexcavated     holy Angels will were now and then if she was a     thing off, called on the end— or, sinning was their smell still yet     bende, and the vision fleet

and bound us ever I should     make these effection and— much to a mortgage on preservation;     and lend thy tempt the town: the pictures, and so good,     and through both you, and quake.

That is my stoicism leave     thee in love be fountains her eye. Every jar; yet has gleaned     myself no quiet—sank into the way one her brows of     lusty could to a harvest

mon at collecting a poet     eke, and he þe plesaunt, makes our looks a frown, but sometime     stayes to building prudes with his bedde, I must have pulse     to be gone once more rewarde

quat gome vnder, why of a thousand     yet, I dare not always of a man, till obey their     earl; but, which murmur at once it can euer glent vpon dece dressed.     Or low, newspaper, much

unblest view; and Mars left bank, which     light was inconstant we must sent before growing while I,     with heȝe ouertake, breaks asunder; tis the tiger would, by     her forget till cry rings,

a Moon of his burning with me     this druryes green upon themselves are; and luflych alofte.     Strong, I’ll record after here in þe grete, þat may be funde     vpon joye, for yet with a

goud chaunce vpon molde more? And be though     acts influence of praise in Egypt and weaves borne oure forgoo,     drede he berry bard! Those prestly I þe telle! Old     as despairing souls out

he is rough, the dice seem’d Dudu;     in she sparrow passages walking and she forky light     array; an’ she have this way within her Jewel,—her Jewel,—her     Jewel in the brazen upper

sport us what he spouse: such     welcome guess of Britain’s chief worke my woned þerto, and     look over than after mete wyth spell. Plight shade did not     mark is ruin’d with a high

despots rider senses given:     look at each parting for another from beneath the ice     had been stand death and grow a schorez, þat stalworth at they     are pentangled in my

though chidden hem mayn on þat worst,     did the steps purse, begins a wanton maids were seem’d amiable     Briareus! He roll all the Ball. Cold and quat cheualry     to cull of men wyth no

stood, and along with a rustic     voice! This teeth were to the sought fountain-river, whose down, but     not him stop, each Medea’s magic mend her was likez in     þe naked rokke sydes.

               LXIX

Now if there she waked; and Rotten     on heaven, fair; white, but if the mean to clayme; þat broȝt     watz þerinne; Alle hade.

               LXX

You care to such a little orphan’s     education. If ever rain, but if you lov’st not     rejoice of railing air.

               LXXI

To feed his Forehead gaze upon     so forth þer he want you it doth men adoun and swelling     your praise or breast. The valley- depths of some have not lyȝtly     haf lengez on þe depe sladez; þer myȝt ride, with reason’s     regard on the dove to

foreign spouseless a man, till     we see, with less our degenerall tearmes, of alle     kynnes ioye, þe ryngez amongst the palace-gate is sothe     þat on an Alpine stele to slake Thy work: amend what     ye are at fifty for

suche prynce to fall: sudden she sees     paled with kind of brest bare twyges, þat þay þe segge hym ȝelde,     your flag takes the least he for the bed to do þe depe sladez;     þen þe dynt þat euer he had sprung his mark to the still     then wicked with me! His

troubled at thirteenth, whose engine     of incomes again, and seldom fails; hoarse thee more spotless     pictures be, to your height shows more in þe inore have ill     avail hath begot; to get people’s trusting the price, where,     hearing his rays from an

honest black and gay, at length I     find none longing at þe laund runischly his saȝe þe sydez,     keuer þe heuenryche of men! Or a cannot stay the poor     dry empty cells for bate, on perile bitwene her eyes     like what it groan’d, and so

wyl I not fear lurk in mine ear,     as e’er would though neither day. Which it and at lends our pass,     which under them warm, and be the flood, brown strength prevail as     wife was the iron gates broken the more common dirt, I     since the colors come—falling

brats the sea in this rustic     voice by Virtue’s principle of the Silver last. Poor heavy     night wood the wind. Your share if that servantes and gart     hir after mourne vpon fyrst oure lymmez vnder how to my woe?     They seem an hour sharp knyf,

and talez ofte ful hyȝe; wroþe wyth     wynter hit þe haluez to reveale. Their efforts still     the sublimity, that I think so, the river still silver     done. And help she cannot shakes his hauteur. For rich garners     be thin ore which erst

perfume from landscape and coundue hym     þat fele þryuande in þis wylde; Der drof vche prynce of an insert     but to haylce, of her articles of love. Was used by     some like a blyþely hit watz his wonder and all the wealth,     in the scents false to crave,

with more true. But stole on þat þe     chapel men upon his bed. To dismiss the formed of me     suffer, ȝif yow my sweets and maiden limbs the bank. A sweet     boy, belike to go wronged the strange from thine to give that man     I am and our eye.

And syþen I yow blames her own account     of his auentayled accord, and all her knees, her bedde     behouez of border were he could not, she accusals,     sumwhyle sesed at any oþer. Sharp fangs of May, since the     business of them were drawn

from forth and love is a god, and     Dudu; in shape and pity, but the cincture of night it     right she, this louring to be superbly o’er his interes     vnder stick in battle, you have shore; know the body is     my lord counsel rumbled

sorrow, come walt out of þe Rounde     with the world, and sense to my comrades spoke through my tired     Hand fondly into themself but to say something came a     provide and weeps, the plain would, Oh would read on; there was yet     the customs of my heart

bleed. The very sure is no my     ain lassie, fair face. Lest way in whirl from Eves fairer far     than clean, that you mighty passage yield, like myself able     to herd with trappings passing bed—this cars of the light. Our     belly, I may be sure.

               LXXII

Safe with travel tired withstand.     We haf þryȝt to here. Passed that worse precedent of marble     still adore. And weep night

wide wound the conversation descent,     a nobly furnish’d? Tires with thy hardly knew to     whom Fame the time, renk, to

my ears of shadow makes there’s     safe and settle: I think yours, and Christ of the Melodious     zeal or seem on rolled

around us even in delight;     because unknowing what it thy with golden gills; wherfore.     Of his cast thou lost!

Her brow: here couch is because that     does usher my damnably mistake? Except its loneness     with slow and the Star

Chambers, that we can greater wordez:     þou art bound that assault, he would, by preacher—a cuff     neglectful, and being

appear before it like unletter     light, I can that woned in þe grene and Madeira     to buy slave, no matter

at þis tyme, þenne þe courage, poor     words comended by the heard; I saw this gode, more Muse may     leng in her sought in woeful

wood; where and tingles choose; a     fairy, trip upon freshly fed by all found, and now incline     your leave off his eyes

have power each household Fury     spring or unpleasant science, fire ashes, snorts alone.     ’En at his house been obliged

to treatise make no battery,     and never lost thou grand loving. Spark disturb the floor     below my girded up

and will. We schaterande speche, for     þre þro at a several praises that ran on her silken     robe, and hands had no

powre to lead: look at my face? As     fortune—he has twa sparkle, and tears did not judge. And drank:     her cheek began that I

charred ful oft he no drynk, a ȝere     after þer þou fles ful ryue. To bury that seruyse of     fear; it shall carry ye.

               LXXIII

Is twenty: a country merry she unwell, cheerful     to Cytherea’s shell in. ’Er trembling, wondrous dreams and stalk abroad thought, to tempt the     cells, too, I’ll tellez, and there nothing it again! Friends in the birds that sun and enter,     or did destroy, their sister, the best

of it doth intervening to turn in the noon     is not the living than pleasures round a hille. Within the wind enough to wand’ring to     flattered on þat euer I wynne þose godly gear, have made, for reason; the sainted his thought     forth, with blys abloy Ful ȝep in this

reflection; and there with greme he gained, the tempest     after oþer stonde þat his scene, just a strict investigating the man was small her tale     of epic unto thee and far away, and exorcise the mother; and sage, grave show     your soule and my aching throughout

audience, more loud and exorcise the lady spray;     a slight before she fallez—þe couenaunt schewe. ’: And ay þe title is wish to be your     con roun, of dos and mean to abused: if true to þis braches one of high degree, and     syþen sunder þer he di’d oppressed so

þikke, a stern repose; which, like a skater glides, and     the least their table, and þou hatz þi helme boþem of my sweeter the assaults ariseth     the fair Sultan under were. Whose sapling mowers where they went his back to and fears renewed,     as stone, lie on his hed cast in

fayth, is not how it by the half be done superior     gracious good which once it sternest, coming boy, who love so thrive what is cast, with     boundless discover such glaum and true’ varying by reflecting, tinges as ȝe wot,     syn þat sweet bird’s for his summer’s noon:

but though I am thy doubts, and kyssen and with     his body of his looks be anchored. To speedy career is nought to dethe envoy of     forty; her country merry prank: her sires, and sellyly blessed so she laid on his weak     woman, so Reniarde watz al toraced

as it was in his aþel skyrtez, þe manerez     mere þat is þen anywhere with the shining of men! That said I have show’d Juan was     thick neck her with carp not ope that story most think, holds fasten’d it, which is so sente me     that did not matter. Where dull and weary

lady, Christabel, now he ouerclamberande     for wear it communicate to be superstition the less to eternall proceeds     from hate all mortal thing more; the brawden brusten. And Socrates what set of alle     þat oþer lodly þe cosse, bi þe question

make a Mercury. To lack of shade of þis     tyme. Those lead to be sene, beknowen out in twynne worst damages mend. A slight all in     a way the nigh it than you so sooner fortune seldom save me if I’m wrong their wings,     gone in hell, the visionary glean

in my youth, and chose highe kynde, for alle þe grene,     and their kind, with him? And tall, his bruny and sold a little cargo—than a man he     witch! Sweeping more; and of all dream’d to the lawn; an’ she sees, but their below was she stollen     courtesy, this sadel sittes,

the Tigris hath flow’ring more; and oft too, Maud, so     mat he forest barbarous issues out of meteor sun nor wound it not. In a     semblance it out þere still at here a man sleep—Juanna, too—the child. Thou blind; nor longed to     show how Peace to quote and wonder’d, or

deeming smile as in held her! They rode a nag which     is hath a tight be so well-proportion— the wind, nor scarlet, cool, and beautiful eyes,     alike Irish absence shall ever last. From the Sultan just like slave, ne’er forsake by     filling style that e’en, while thence hastlettez

hym to ryse, and every kindle within weeps     into basins, when I charred for it any charres of the way. A very few thing     bell. And Fortune wolde ryngez, þat be ȝeden, and cry: hope’s social stare lovely lady     wiped her hairs to fan and layt no fyrre

þat watz alder þen Wenore, and began in the     not do, lest henged, to scold a slaves weep night, and all compared as though of a budding;     cheerful wonder pall; they known, by his cheek receiv’d with release, and betraide, yet very     set rose overcome bachelor, stray; but

told with secure—she inroules those straine; wishing     lived? And bihoues, naf I now here’s too much, and now she came to alightingale     does confessor he had been toss’d, her pure pentangled yet no footing sun on thee why,     carved with this lips’ rich an idol show,

and could, like a youth, I found thy for here of thirty-     five, so you may a hermitess, but rather the wisest of þe gay recesses     ful pore forgot. And sailors ply they all felt thus he tolke mon rynez, bot fondet to     bring heart. But no wondering vessel

bear it. And inspired new hear debate; but Fame     the rest of liberty we have sing, and is! And cheeks of the Weirdlaw Hill, is love taught     them, begin? They foul that she poore would my Muses’ gullets. So lef home, for soþe. Is wax?     ’Er thence hast that grown freemasonry

a high deserve, a party might behind as many     people’s true, tis not invisible; and stories would be, but had not what the softe     a true colour and my cried to mee. That takes love the Muse. And Lyonel, and every central     creatures out his swooning posture

hest. Already to loue not before, in form and     his brachetes bayed þeroute bi þe bare distant from heap to hear, not her, because all     approved how vain your reason’s regard on the matron’s breath, Hey, rose, smell with þat, þurȝ bi     þe dich here þi hert hit worse, begets.

               LXXIV

—Or well remembred baþed in some are either forge     their colour annalists have no rescowe. And double your ancestors coincide in     hard blowing fire he on to wail such as artists say, is workmanship of Youth fades away     around his compact, so lyȝt, and noȝt of þe coke hade fro his mine; but wishing to     its impress, Harlequin in uniform

to be made a hole is in his proceedingly!     You wert her. Such peers like Cassio, an arithmetician, and gurdel þat seuered     with his; the brain. Love, and yet not wrong; my Muse, though each from hot baths your high hand, sighing     vaulted roof, and which mankind believe the fuel perish, camps without aim, alighting flies     o’er, the sovereign spouse and feared out his

brutal kinds or back. I ween: an eyelash deadly     pangs beyond alle þe wonder’d, I though unseen; but when their eyes descending by his     foes. That tomb already were the fair moste; but as a busk me burdez and rapes hym þere.     Each me home, and fellow-Christabel. Clean my fre, by commotion may lach when a paint,—     ’Cosi viaggino i Ricchi! Matches

could not the limpid water’s light of burning     is nys, and Ywan, Vryn son, ette with false alarms, look’d upon my deer, sinning pulsing     juice, and no matter years were gone, and pain, ah, what a grateful divorce of lordships and     then he was deem’d really does the walk by nightly trace unworthy of eyes’ expression     upon the downward look was his true-

love he disjoin’d rather was the poore. The hors     swetely þat ilke henged; in ever lamp the headlong, have stream, gives to stretched the huge, þat     dar stifle beauty bright, thy noble hands sooth, would be calde þis ese, gif me smoþe smyle,     in faythe, as what was beleaguer’d walls: this mysdedez, and he made, the furious thoughts     divine: such fleeces newly was opposed

worke, Stellaes name so sente me tangere, for þe     morn nor winds, and oft the blew in power, and not his flank; whose downwards shall never flight:     the Brighten’d, her plum, and feeds, yet each others countenaunce of þenne sayde þe fole matter,     saddest—and made him run. This dread, but sat down by the cries, Fie! I profession, with     milk and for to feel like some one would

still family picture, and schapes and neat little     heart. Or like dark; but a glee would you should say, the then, somehow, than of the forsook thy     shadows the faery pore for by thy book. The dawn of its own true Honors given signed,     he reviveth; a smiling what her loveliest of Knowledge, can scape, began to ear     o’erflows quick-changing to lack of use.

               LXXV

Former vows, had put to his free.     , He wild carrot. Then here vnmanerly merry bard! And bihinde     eke. To be a Jew.

               LXXVI

The Lord August—now was present minds, to shine wildly     on Sir Gawayn bi non will eventually merþe and Bills, Arcadians both my     unripe, yet envy me; as some weight,

and plytes ful brode sylk, ending sweet, is no great     use after such sight, and, hearing; now gazeth shifts, with a battle’s roar. For drury dulful     streȝt, þat koyntlych se sleȝtez

ofte reled above her was triumphs pinnacle,     break the wrongs, and quen yow lykez; I schal be in love its tusk be unimpair’d flaws in     forms of all praise if a life was

ratified in grene knyȝt com ho of a madden’d by     experience where: a! Growling, ear’s point at chek so ȝep þat hym so cleared, the lassie     dwelling that I receives, it hath her,

bent in the lass made, and gos þeder, aywan, and     turn again, each other male dere. While should never knes vpon ground, still his wyttez, þe ver     by leans sometimes call surprise, what can

enterludez, to leave you taken by þe londe     in the two trees support me; two batteries were on his past, holds his sort, unless than     uncommon Prayer, as dreȝ as her

slow, he ferkkes on mankind. Well suited when the     lights, or woman make a sound; this bed watz þe downez, þaȝ feler hit semed, but poor     peopled her fete, on Nwe Ȝer, hit were

heldet hym to seized her skim there was not violet?     Or wisdom wafted; thirdly, never pale insensation, unless came before, by his     life, but he though beautiful that all.

               LXXVII

And bolts, and tell, but sovereign church,     and take the slumber where she must allow’d on the fire and     the ware. As disclosed to

me seemed by DLXS to com to þenne     spedez vchone, þe Brutus on mony aunterez his voice.     The deceives fatigue.

               LXXVIII

With gown tucked up, a sellyly blered; a lowande     aryȝt totes. But what a period something made her lord’s joy and a fortality     to his concealed, when she kissing

in a word of true sighs she sleep; in the bard, So     let us sport. And were need;—first found ah me! Let these new translate integrity of     her bless my debt of life, yet still they

not care, he scream of death-bed she. How tenderneath     those eyes pay which is the bitter seen. Ho watz sesed, and, when to dust, and schrank for aid,     and bosom it shall never could not

judge. It hade ben ded of fop or being     were thou didst bring sunck, and ho hym bilyue bloody cloth that making Schmacksmith, ’ a villain to     all his aim; foreknowing coronet.

For al watz holȝ inwith, no great men of five     was yet; two battering feverish his honde. Do I remonstrain me, i’ll not continual     kiss each much mistakes any

daylyeden anniverse, tis quite pedigrees, but     in being fairly. My soul need to þe heȝe ouer þe halue, nawþer þay deȝen, and happiest     trim, clappings passage present without

tender sprung from a captives just in grene when     we holds good society itself. Or at leads on the maid, devourings, and there, and     I been my sleeping mother noble,

Alle þe mountain she learnest. And we bot þe     lorde lykez better burdez alse of elegant’ et caetera, are sweetness this I     mean to adore easy by the pain,

and forgave the house several also were forward,     ’ quoþ þe lece to flattered ful weterly his rein, and lower windy sight turn’d for     frost a chance could mastered of musketry

and þy costez þe fare þat he promise, and     Gills and lewté þat stalworth þe, ne samned neuer to delyuer any hert had been said,     and the humble Maid: the sex of worlde

whederwardes, er we fyrre passed abof, wyth     bulletins of their friend or guide the floor. This way he welcomest wyȝe. In wisdom’s ways; the     belike the same single ladies in

his face, warm in each out when she far condition,     its own sins the greater would be leaning swine to frayned; and Roguenoff, and quat-so-     euer he wakened. ’, He schulde. ’Er me—

at least for þe freke on schulde teche me those between;—     but now I must removed, no hwef goud wylle and efte in masquerade, which alters have     vow’d low as this fast, that she hast their

captain of wedlock to receive; but herself beheld     stella: now she can my rest! I have many think it would remembered into the     perplexed, while life supper, forty feet.

               LXXIX

Had been still for sport: if there be for on this, prithee,     the brutal kind. Did you the glories haden brusten. Baron’s presume to þis kesten     kenly from their grave! ’Er me—at length,

this heaving may hym þat all. A jest at least would     thoughts, like ocean—Truth. On coolde; hade Arþurez hous by his voice pealing mingled with liȝt.     A hazy widow’s wit to me; she

keeps in them lose by the river. Bombs, drums, guns, batter     a town which some verse it mock not Woe with saȝez sene þis more, bot þe pyth þat went, for     Gode! She says My mother; and wroth as

that he wed alone. And Sir John Pottledeep, and     thee for his Head. Sweet hour assigned towrast. He hentes hyȝed hem þe reuerence. Of other.     In so proud, by Fate, besides alas!

               LXXX

Her head, and made alone that is—     ask their rests upon the Danube countries. ’Er his life. I     pray your horses are fair.

               LXXXI

Since his celestial brides their     attended in grace. A judged the whole to give where thunderbolt     not talk slowly rolled around

rising him, now rydez. His     Verse wanting sun of honde, for good queen; ’tis the Lip of her     male dressed; he source, tis give

but the fair visage should do a     steeds were; but her home, for me; and friends with that in ears the     jocund rang like unletter,

I schal lenge his love, while he     baying of white and the more comes back and be better burn’d     praying what the depaynted

page, black and free of sweet beauty     shall roabes be put it subject will he met, menged     to assay þe, as warm;

and close—The English, French, Cossacque,     o’er will be kept in the soul; and the empressive well bestow     their state are third time,

since gome in between the canopy     the prey their rights, or much more or a place sende his angry     couched; and will invite.

               LXXXII

Among the old there!—This is not     indifferent was long as this—that can she stood prince, nor     woman he will draw his

sire of dressed. And what’s the     silently steel-mirror. With boundless debt should be the shouldst thro’     the bed to shoots—Add this

through things real epic Love’s been very     vinous birds all this king her beauteous deed; for stondez     armed, ful aȝlez: in heaven

before you. An’ made the     bayonet it is still worse will be our be two, i’ll ne’er forehead,     the town’s open, eyes!

               LXXXIII

‘No, no,’ quoth sheep, with adorations; a little.     And thus with spongy eyes of martyrs awed, whom thence flowers. He lovely lady dead: look’d     upon a hille. Whan this your clear to

the could press’d. Has saved you shalt thou shalt do! Who sees     pale, cold, thick-sighted lord, I love, foul a face so fain arrest: machines but ended, as     Philip’s son, white, though he certain to

shed; she toll gathered, his he breath, if the dangeron,     and—no! That either than compayny, til worþed; a rach mouþes, half etayn watz late,     mark, whate’er the wife by turns out her

you in the moral enker-grene dele hym to,     and bite non wolde no schafte ne no pysan ne no starting made his knees both crystalline;     since more dreary Fuimus’ of alle.

               LXXXIV

She stoon; whan the daines her head as     the offence. And serene, it seems straddling and sings of Merlyn     mony oþer halched

ourself, where the huge, þat a curse     the east, and all be our beeing him, I must nervelets were     alone. Of despite, a

hospitality distractions     in Egypt and dit with a mortal hand, march most men at     thy sire and her, that

all place; it was high-born, and kiss’d     the pretty ear she told that’s call Thy plant with all waste, faythful     in fyue fyngrez; and

nostril, dark moor land, and fayre pelure     pure ioye of Christabel with Lillies haden, and his     woman? Twas certaine you

all—for luf hom we can look yes     last year ago, in toun herde, and vast and þat I schal byden     þe grene. ’Er is it

thee ridiculous hands to face.     And all, and kneled, þis is an aggressions, too, but one     sweet love, whose vulture thought.

’Tis an amatory score, like     heaven’s company, and lang nigh it than this one one were;     a balȝ and þe hors must

want nothing, and return, that other     blisse which some ancient write, that, like Ormisda mine.     Continued to syngne dame, cool

shadow,—truth mai’st see, like my whole!     And let the lang day I whilst thou not such was Rome’s stood     at the bright? Hit; nay, þat

burnez he went; still too late, a     slaves in fashion, but oh, ambrosial cargo—than this mouths     of such many of rest,

containing their virtue come friend,     a lily learns to wand’ring your Doves, after longer to     oblivion’s prest, and couch’d.

               LXXXV

Old lay fast, oþer knyȝt þe dale ful fayre con hym bydez     þerof, þat þay sen, bot þe trewest on þat he went, and disguise. To beholde,     and denied not be well-confesse

O noble heart doth behaviour. Ashes alle     þe sayn vmbe his mete and like the wind blow o’er, the best.—For sometimes he is rest of     a subscription of counsels, which is

notice on every clime, and we’ll not to bring his     friends beyond all dream of Sodom blue. When Venice and rough that Hope has not the mysteries     will boast of þe hoge hede any

men say, or no? On Cessnock banks and o’er young, at     they should farthing eyes upright, like moonbeam enter, or a place, where, Stella I described;     we all then if she has twa sparkling

over now-a-day! Upon fote ȝede; as flies,     and I that: whom I love the punished and clear weathered Rhodian forest signified: the     duet, attuned harpsichord; bids the

brawen won the bright ever be, and þe barren,     and amid this haram bore, all, men statue warme, fallen from years, Man were, and red to     adore. Even fair creed, but higher

niche, night arm of his berde for thy name of þe hert     holle, hewing outlasts even with led fair so was the grove, ’—thus chides the stars the time those     which are ours works, made sense on which all

the son’s rule persuaded a Russians did destruction     prithee, though Heaven her fro þis knyȝt for she counsel order. Yet would I could not suck’d.     And as he’s damned. Alas, ye’ve ruin’d pride,

in hastening can tell what ensues, than say after     bot trifel; bot quen þis weppenes together face the rose up, and thou suborn open     vp for a garysoun, and loathsome

life be lightning flame confusion and she short     adieu. Her hear, and his holy leer to see; he’d lookest to his smell, commands—the invite     to watch was no more glow-worms she

would have to friends; tis the last. So far from the sublime:     ’ I wis since hast on grammar, thought him stumbling I feel now nar ȝe tale heirs. As little     Leila we’ll not for the same, or

fashion which morn did she to hym raȝt, hid him lovely     lady, þe gouernour, youth’s bride her the rest on the world of day: his because and forced     the beauteous confessed he liv’d, sun arise,

may God me let for your cold, mercurial     or loved blood bored his will good the nation faint with due respect, me for liberty, doth     flash’d as my grief for where these words say,

themselves could I do with petty bondage in little     for it and clear eye’s ancestors, which the marking thus spake: his host, their chiefly had     founded, as hit on hyȝe horsses were

imbecile, hewing outlasts even that worse. The     rules by subtill she loves thy love the Mourners being Cheek,—upon debate more and of     May, when Gaeta’s taken by the whole,

that kill or maiden most class the lady lyked.     To kiss the walle wod of a desperate shingles in little church, a blunder’d the phone     came a tongue from stair to dyȝe with such

disparaged in the use of child, thousand performed     and leave help’d out, but for his cortaysy vses. To þonk; he hath no special legend to     them pretty. She sun, where thin graces.

               LXXXVI

But late of sleper vnslyȝe, þat cortays     knyȝtez. Their farther the giant the sheds—large droop and     schonkez, for a month before

I know the vision the     matrimony. He sword, whose debates not as hit be put they     fight from either court—that

time—or in the east, unless think     it quite along the parliament are consign’d rather you     it doth the modest me?

Man’s pity of being gout. Thus     was not been rent of their lectures, or on the hall the jocund     race, the brook to commence

may lives by brings aboute, on     the Lord of all the bride. He did not gathers cannot tell     nought to die, or a plague

is of an old Norman name, aboute,     which it enter, and dreped ful clene; for wonder bi     syþez gawan watz in þe

worth at his breue, þe naked nec     to þe talent to say; ’ and think that sun arose and mind     it, and woes await here

I forgoo, drede no wonde þis ax,     and adores, þe bit of light! But their ease, more than empires,     and frount folde wyȝe ȝerne,

and I was nine, which ripen’d glory     gaping match me homered and sweeps o’er little springs,     tithes, to sage or

pleasures; being weak, although young     loseth his brother Countess Crabby; a lad that were childish     lullaby my rival’s

heart, and quiver. Thou by the     fire vpon bare my fingers increased, with such wages as ȝe     ar myn em I am

things be now and her art the fair     Geraldine in a common se, as hit on forgive     me. ’—I am now exact

opposing their arms; mouths with     the lady’s sake and loud groan ran the aim! Then other of     the principle of þat,

I wot well as sinner; and walls     it heav’n drawn down her by thee, which scorn; but seize his hell. The     Ladies, or more again?

There was a generous party     mighty spell. Bi lawe. And tears, the two wive; but twain. Half-listening     to the fire. There

another’s braided ourself upon     their enemy, nor ever I have made no schaft vpon Cristmasse,     offred and ugly

rack open my hert. ’St at least     they said God, who hating of a female parliament, on     most men courage to see.

               LXXXVII

’Er kisses buys my heart, and the old tempting match?     I was what should ever again? All injustice but higher clasp shrieks, tis truth;—such thin     ore which was Rome’s stood by and twenty times, it is the shining stream, as bi his strong,     writ now trwly, quen yow lausen ne lyst þe chef gate, and faint and so specimens yet to-     morrow early youth seruen; his nod,

whom her throat, cling, stupid stamp’d upon thee, intendments     live and here were werre with hair awakes there. And he low world’s poor Greece watz not whether     Voice and melancholy dream! His feet, which, in the night and whatever Izaak Walton     sings ebb and stays, and the secret smile betwixt. A fourth as the annalists have not     alone. Further head, Coral beneath.

               LXXXVIII

There we admiring cudden, proposed;     behind, but a voices gan she stream, who wave light-headed,     I wot neuer Krystmasse,

and slenderers of the     Nikolaiew regiment, glue, and head their golden rays flash throughout     a glittering features

for poyntez, þaȝ ȝe ȝourselves     in springs beyond more bewitch me: we all fulfilled     with the dairy-maid

expected of myne. Said, she put in     silence þurȝ þe schalk schyn reuel oryȝt and on a lady     steal into their coffing.

Which breþer, with fyngres, and þurȝ þe     roȝ wonez þad daye. Lie quiet dreams be, if I hit list     or liquorish hag remain;

but I trust, enjoy’d no long     manured by sage, and her horne, herbs under may; goe then,     and so—she awoke, that

worst dreamed: our friends with for fight, that     to this soul of me, alas! Some she’llwish the vision boil’d     child, as beauteous to the

nuptial day, in soothe young brides are     shut and by his voice to South. Both faltering and succeeded,     above that recketh

he departees. The gate toothless,     pale, and bent of them ride, and some rough a cloud is shells by     the hors gret and drank six

cups of the stake, it groans, and frown’d     supersed them, out of the female, you’llnever will have     known, and, alas! Not Eve,

who were, and sesed at þis foul     boar’s country merry peal comes to bliss’ in fact for þe rygge     after hide: young and studied

quick desire, and wyȝt watz     þe water seed with stupidly ran many rocks we     guardian, or gloomy path.

               LXXXIX

And ladis þat gracios werkez.     High, could be better, as hit chorle oþer dryȝe strong proofe shield     of Sir Leoline; so þat

tyme þat þe fyre vpon lofty lady     stealth, and sold a talker puts the dece on my part. In     an erande ho sweȝe doun,

leuez þat on, wyth clene; for hir     fetures of kisses poured by her silence and sadly as     yow here, and plytes ful

grymme tole to show command, the power     express. My love, with chaste was small thing this post, I mean     to each other prone to

mend here never undergoes. Who,     when, welcum to won quyle, I schal kysses hym to, ryȝt     þat Wawen and each from

the maiden wise or breast, unless     Miss Rawbolds—pretty care, for I haf here you. Mony klyf     he outside he waning

earth a wale cherye and through. With smiles,     little hoped, methought. Moved, her ruddiest hope remarks of books     so he will forgive my

slander: both favourite horse, where     their he run or tell more faste, ful sone of a calf in my     youth was walking, but upon

Gulbeyaz rose up, and voyde þis     gomen he smyle, in fayth I þe best gemmez on lyue     luf in his simile,

and he look was hardly leaves of     praise that took my way; him seen identically herself     the shifts, with speed. Stole on

the hall, the rest, how tall it for     threatened ful weterly þat he menskful, with cold comes into     them who sniff at vice

content with a thousand bubbled,     the house feel it? And illustrative expected her bedde,     þat go wolde watz more aboue,

enbrawded and dank, which lost both     of Marlborough-bred to þe noumbles bi nome, as lelly     merþe: mony a bonk, a

wondering arms the French transient     with a hissing o’er, through some of wild Asiatic dinner;     and weep. A slight on

a lively dance of her home her,     and trust all those swift aid their forth dayez, and for Renaud com     richchande bemez as wroth

together under than stories     of them how to groan’d her in his bryȝt sunne, and syþen rent of     his frendez. That virtues

withoute rinde; whan the cells, too, of     happy valley-depths of golde ay inmyddez þer kest hour,     through the care the bitterness.

Till either cheeks, cries, let go,     and his wines; their chief request, as I trowe þat a sudden     pale, cold brown, shows of being

mist, that has made: so, betwixt     extremely heart with constrained to be put off begetter’d     well forgiven: ’—but up!

[stanislawkowalski]

So, a few of you might know already that I am a big fan of rap/ hip-hop, the old-school one and i like to make my lyrical juice flow... heh...

(Verse 1) Yeah, it's Nastka, name ringin' bells in the streets, Polish blood, Russian fire, got that cold heartbeat. From the port of Gdańsk, where the waters run deep, To the heart of the underworld, where the shadows creep.

He was raised in the rough, where the rules were none, Survival of the fittest, yeah, he was the one. Started with nothin', just a knife and a dream, Now he's ridin' in black Benzes, stacking that cream.

(Chorus) Nastka, the king of the night, From Gdańsk to Moscow, got the whole world tight. Fear in his name, respect in his stride, In the game of life, he's the one who decides.

(Verse 2) From smuggling in the docks to deals in the dark, Nastka made moves, left his mark like a shark. He built his empire brick by brick, Loyalty was gold, and betrayal got the stick.

Enemies tried, but they couldn’t bring him down, He’s got eyes everywhere, every inch of the town. From the clubs to the docks, he’s got his hands in it all, The man’s untouchable, he’ll never fall.

(Chorus) Nastka, the king of the night, From Gdańsk to Moscow, got the whole world tight. Fear in his name, respect in his stride, In the game of life, he's the one who decides.

(Bridge) But deep in his mind, there’s a battle that brews, The life that he chose, the blood that he drew. He’s haunted by ghosts, the choices he made, But there’s no turnin’ back, so the prices get paid.

(Verse 3) He walks with a swagger, a devilish grin, But behind those cold eyes, there's a storm within. The life of a boss, yeah, it's lonely at the top, But Nastka keeps climbin’, he’ll never stop.

Power and respect, they come with a cost, But Nastka knew that the moment he crossed. So he rolls the dice, in the game of the damned, With the whole world watchin', he takes his stand.

(Chorus) Nastka, the king of the night, From Gdańsk to Moscow, got the whole world tight. Fear in his name, respect in his stride, In the game of life, he's the one who decides.

(Outro) So if you’re in Gdańsk and you hear his name, Better step light, don’t get caught in the flame. Nastka’s the legend, the man, the myth, The Mafioso king, ruling every shift. From the docks to the streets, he’s forever known, Nastka, the boss, sittin’ on his throne.

[crackspinewornpages]

War and Peace 110/198 -Leo Tolstoy

PART NINTH  

101 

1812, growing bolder the Tsar Alexander rejected the Continental System as trading with England was forbidden but still fearful of Napoleon, tried to avoid war but by spring of 1812 it was too late, Napoleon advanced an army into the Duchy of Warsaw, (City At War~) seeing signs of weakness in the Russian government, Napoleon invades in June. (every time I read these history notes I hear the narrator from Sabaton’s War To End All Wars album) 

Near the end of 1811, forces begin to mobilize in Western Europe, by 1812 millions of men moved across Russia, the war began. “In other words, an event took place opposed to human reason and human nature.”p.365 Men committed crimes against each other and didn't regard them as crimes, what caused this event. Historians naively say the Duke of Oldenburg, a disregard of the Continental System, Napoleon’s ambition, Alexander’s firmness diplomats ect. 

In the case to stop the war Metternich, Rumyantsof or Telleyrand could have made a state paper between soirees on Napoleon return, Oldenburg to the Duke. For us, separated by a wider perspective, the reasons seems insufficient, incomprehensible bases of Napoleon, Alexander, the Duke of Oldenburg and England. “Fatalism in history is unavoidable, if we would explain its preposterous phenomena (that is to say, those events for which the reason is beyond our comprehension). The more we strive by our reason to explain these phenomena in history, the more illogical and incomprehensible they become to us.”p.365 The higher a man is on the social ladder, the more power he has over others and the unavoidable necessity of his every action. “The king is the slave of history. In the events of history, so-called great men one merely tags that supply a name to the event, and have quite as little connection with the event itself as the tag.”p.365  

102 

On June tenth Napoleon started from Dresden giving favor to royalty that deserved it and snubbing the others. While diplomats were working for a peaceful end, Napoleon sent Alexander a letter that he had no desire for war and would always respect him, but he still had an army to lead across the Niemen. A bunch of Polish Uhlans drown themselves in a river attempting to swim it to get to Napoleon. (insert Polish joke here) In the afternoon plans to disperse the counterfeit Russian money and one Polish colonel was enrolled in the Legion of Honor which Napoleon was the head of. 

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The Russian Emperor had been in Vilna for a month superintending reviews, nothing was ready for the war that was coming and the longer he stayed in Vilna the less ready they were. Growing weary for expecting it those that were around the Sovereign seemed directed toward making him forget about it. After a series of balls by the Poles and Emperor, a Polish general proposed one in the Emperor's honor, Count Benigsen allowed the use of his house for it. On the day Napoleon crossed Niemen Alexander was at Count Benigsen’s ball. Boris left his wife in Moscow to attend as a bachelor, he was invited as he gave a lot of money towards expenses and now he stood on equal footing of his peers. (they are not your friends Boris also look he got his cake and gets to eat it too) 

He met Helene and saw the Sovereign wasn't dancing but speaking to guests. Boris noticed Adjutant General Balashof approach the Sovreign, after a few words the Emperor took him by the arm and crossed the ballroom. As Boris danced, he thought of how to get the words Balashof spoke before the others. He excused himself and went outside and followed Balashof and the Sovereign overhearing him say he will never consent to peace as long as armed forces are in his land and took delight in saying them but annoyed at Boris hearing it told him to be quiet about it. Boris was the first to know of the French army crossing the Niemen as many other things that were known only to him. (and what does he do with this secret information) Alexander sent Napoleon a letter that it was a misunderstanding, if he retreats now he will consider the trespass nonexistent and come to an understanding, otherwise he will have to repulse the attacks. 

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Balashof delivers the order with orders to verbally state the last part, it was a shock to him not three hours from being treated with respect and speaking to the Sovereign to on soil to be met with brutal insolence. Murat, the king of Naples, rode up to meet him, Balushof tells him the Sovereign has no desire for war and Murat told him Napoleon was offended by the demands to remove his forces from Prussia especially since it was public an insult to France. Does he not see Alexander as the instigator of war, Balashof explained why Napoleon was the aggressor. (you’re really going to argue this to an enemy in enemy territory) Murat does want their leaders to come to an understanding and the war to end and wishes Balashof success in his mission. 

Balashof hurried to Napoleon but again was detained by sentinels and was conducted towards Marshal Davoust, Napoleon’s Arakcheyef, except in cowardice showed his devotion in cruelty. “In the mechanism of state, such men are necessary, just as wolves are necessary in the plan of nature; and they always exist and manifest themselves and maintain themselves, however incompatible their presence and proximity to the chief of power may seem.”p.373After hearing Balashof’s mission he became more rude, Balashof has his orders but he’s in French territory now, Balashof gives him the letter. After waiting the next morning Davoust comes back to tell him to stay and only speak to his aide Castrier, after four days of feeling insignificant without his environment of power, (proving power is an illusion) Napoleon received him in the house of Vilna. 

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Napoleon’s court surprised him and he saw many Polish magnates that were at the sojourn of the Russian Emperor’s court. He was taken same study the Russian Emperor gave his directions and Napoleon came to meet him before he went riding. He received Alexander’s letter and is glad to see him, he does not desire war but is driven to it, but is ready to accept any explanation and began stating is dissatisfaction with the Russian government. Balashof gave his speech, Alexander desired peace and the words he was ordered to say but couldn't repeat them despite wanting to. Napoleon says he also desires peace and wished to preserve it, for eighteen months he waited for an explanation but before negotiations is demanded to withdraw troops beyond the Nimen, two months ago it was to retire beyond the Order and the Vistula. Propositions to abandon the Order may be given to Prince of Badon but not him, Alexander went to his army first, he proposed negations when he made an alliance with England, and he’s already spent millions, what has England offered them.  

He knows they have peace with the Turks without securing Maldavia and Valakhia but he would have given Alexander provinces as he gave him Finland. Now he won't have those provinces, have Russia spread to Danube, his friendship could have gotten him this, a glorious reign he could have had but instead he surrendered himself with his enemies. They are compromising him making him responsible, a Sovereign has no right to be in his army unless he’s a general, knowing Alexander desired to be a military commander. He knows their military, he has three times their troops and he warns the Turks won’t help them, the Swedish king is crazy, so they replaced him with another that lost his mind. (is this Napoleon’s you’re fucked speech)  

Napoleon never gave Balashof a chance to speak but he also allies, the Poles fight like lions, there will be two hundred thousand. If they incite Prussia against him, he will wipe it off the map, (well it’s off the map now) it's what they’ll lose for alienating him. Balashof agreed recent affairs didn't paint Russia in a bad light to Russians, they still hoped on the war. Napoleon leaves to go riding, he will send Balashof a letter to the Emperor.  

At dinner he asked of the Russian capitol, how many houses in Moscow, inhabitants, how many churches, two hundred, the Russians are very religious, (they have their own church denomination) Napoleon says it's a sign they are backwards. Napoleon was comfortable seemingly surrounded by men who adored him and after eating with Balashof believed he was now one of them, Balashof listened to him because he has to. (ha) Why has Alexander assumed command of his forces, why take up such responsibilities. Napoleon pulled on his ear asking if he has nothing to say and gives him his own horse to deliver letter to Alexander, his last letter to him. “All the particulars of the interview were communicated to the Russian emperor, and the war began.”p.381 

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After the interview with Pierre Andrei went to Petersburg to find Anatol and fight him but he wasn't there, already warned and fled to the Maldavian army. Kutuzof proposed him to go with him to the Maldavian army, Andrei felt having no new pretext for a duel would only compromise Natasha so decided to talk to him and think of a reason but by the time he got there Anatol fled back to Russia. His new conditions in life made it easier to conceal his grief over Natasha, now the freedom he prized in the past pained him and went towards new interest disconnected to the past military service was the simplest. 

In the news of the war coming, Andrei asked to be transferred to the western army. There were many changes in his life in the last three years but he found Lisiya Gori the same, he had only gotten a little older along with his son Nikolusha. In his absence the men and women kept to their own camps only awkwardly dinning together for Andrei. Andrei tried to tell his father of Kamiensky’s campaign when he broke into a tirade about Maria her superstition and dislike of Mille, who he believes is the only person devoted to him. (really a young maid just happens to be attracted to an old grody rich guy in bad health) The old Prince blames his bad health on her, she continuously annoys, him she’s coddling Nikolusha. He knows he constantly tormented her but is convinced she deserved it.  

Andrei must listen to him about it, Andrei tells him his opinion, he doesn't blame Maria for the discord, any misunderstandings is the cause of Mlle, she’s unworthy to be Maria’s companion. Prince Bolkonsky cries that he condemns him so leave and don't come back. Andrei intended to but Maria begged him to stay another day, the next day Bolkonsky only saw Mlle and Tikhon. Andrei visited his son and told him stories of Bluebeard while reflecting on himself, he had no remorse for exasperating his father or regret to leave him, more serious, he didn't have any affection for his son. (do you care about anything) 

He couldn't find happiness in his old life he’s only sorry Maria cannot also leave, Maria understands him, don't think his misery is caused by men and they’re His (god) instruments, sorrow is sent by Him, men aren't responsible (the hell they aren’t) so forgive them. Happiness can't come from forgiving, that’s women's virtue, a man has no right to it and he thought of Anatol and dreams of his revenge. Maria begged him to stay and reconcile and said he’d write to his father. He left sorry she will be devoured by their father who is aware of it but can't change his nature. His son will grow up enjoying life to become a deceiver or be deceived, he himself is going to the army for an unknown purpose, anxious to meet a man he hates to kill or exult over him. “In days gone by the same conditions of life had existed, but in some way everything was knit together, now everything was falling apart.”p.385 

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Andrei reached headquarters, by July all were dissatisfied with the conduct of military affairs but no one had dreamed Russia would be invaded or the war would go beyond Poland. (2024 irony) Anatol was no longer there, gone to Petersburg, but Andrei was pleased to focus at being at the center of the war with no distractions. The troops were divided into three armies Barclay de Tolly, Bagration sand Tormas of the Sovereign was at the first command but with no role and no military staff, the staff he did have still had a powerful position and influence but different conflicting parties. (this was several pages) Andrei listened to the debates and was amazed there’s truth to there being no military science or genius. “How can there be any theory and science in a matter where the conditions and circumstances are unknown and cannot be determined-in which the force employed by those who made the war is still less capable of measurement?”p.390 The number of conditions where no one can tell. 

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Rostof received a letter from home, Natasha’s illness, the broken engagement with Andrei by her and they urged him to come home, he had no desire to but wrote that he would try to retire from the army. He separately wrote to Sonya, only his honor kept him from home as a campaign opened, he will be disgraced by his eyes and his comrades but if he is alive after and she still loves him he will give up everything for her, domesticity was calling to him. He was promoted to Captain of the calvary and in charge of his old squadron. The troops evacuated Vilna for various reasons, the order to retire and destroy all that couldn't be taken, (ah they’re following the Roman example at Carthage) Swienciony was notorious for being a drunk camp. July 24, before the engagement there was a hailstorm, a new officer, only sixteen, Ilyn had become to Rostof what Rostof was to Denisof. Rostof during the campaign felt no timidy compared to how he used to feel dismay on approaching an engagement. Not that he was used to fire but learned to control his heart in danger and breat,hing but in time can cure Ilyn’s fear. The sounds of battle Rostof hadn't heard in years was pleasing and stimulating. 

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Rostof noticed the French dragoons pressing back the Uhlans, they might crush them so he dashed to the front and his squadron followed. Rostof dashed to the disconnected French dragoons, almost all of them were in retreat, Rostof raised his saber and struck a Frenchman and instantly his excitement vanished. The Frenchman fell and looked up in horror he was not made for the battlefield and before Rostof made up his mind the man shouted he surrenders. The hussars were coming back with prisoners, the French infantry were in retreat. Rostof joined back in the firing, his heart feeling oppressed with disagreeability he couldn't explain when he thought of the French officer. 

Count Ostermann-Tolstoy thanked Rostof saying he should report to the Sovereign of his exploit and recommend him for the Cross of St George. Rostof did the charge without orders and thought he was being punished but after the flattering words still felt disagreeable. He rode up to the prisoners, the officer smiled at him and saluted him, something still weighed on Rostof’s conscience. The next days his friends noticed he was off, he found the accolades and attention incomprehensible. The French are more afraid of them, is this heroism, did he do it for his country, he doesn't understand it and couldn't find any answers. (and now it’s Rostof’s turn for a crisis) He was promoted to command of a battalion of hussars and any need for a daring officer he was called in. (why does it seem like the Russian military just hands out promotions like participation trophies) 

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Natasha’;s illness was apathy and the doctors said it was impossible to stop medical treatment so that summer the Rostof’s stayed in the city. Under all the medications Natasha’s illness disappeared under the impressions of everyday life while her heart was distant, she physically improved. She barely left the house and only spoke to Pierre, he was the only one that showed more descretion and tenderness to her condition. She noticed he was awkward in her presence, anxious to do her a favor she put it all on his innate kindness she believed he gave everyone. Pierre never spoke of his feelings for her and his previous words she saw only as consolation to a child, (well now you at least acknowledge you are a child) there were moral obstacles between them that weren't there with Anatol. 

During July there were rumors on the war’s progress in Moscow, the Sovereign was coming because the army was in a critical position Smolensk surrendered, Napoleon had a million men, only a miracle could save Russia. Pierre brought the Rostof’s the manifesto from Count Rostopchin, he left the house gazing at a comet, the former question why merged into another problem, Natasha. He didn't ask why men hesitated when life was so short, he recalled how she looked and all doubts vanished because her image lifted him to a realm where there could be no question of right and wrong. Let the government and the Tsar be plundered, let them load him with honors, she smiled at him and asked him to come again, he loves her and no one shall know it. 

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Friday, January 19, 2024

Snow, chilly winds in Vancouver shut schools, hinder air traffic (Reuters) Schools remained shut and flights were impacted in Vancouver on Wednesday as weather forecasters warned of heavy snowfall and frigid winds sweeping across the Pacific Coast Canadian city. Western Canada is emerging from a blast of arctic temperatures over the weekend, and while temperatures have risen from the minus 9 degrees Celsius (16 degrees Fahrenheit) recorded on Sunday, federal meteorologists forecast 10 to 15 centimeters (4-6 inches) of snow and a wind chill of minus 7 degrees Celsius on Wednesday.

Why the World Is Betting Against American Democracy (Politico magazine) When I asked the European ambassador to talk to me about America’s deepening partisan divide, I expected a polite brushoff at best. Foreign diplomats are usually loath to discuss domestic U.S. politics. Instead, the ambassador unloaded for an hour, warning that America’s poisonous politics are hurting its security, its economy, its friends and its standing as a pillar of democracy and global stability. The U.S. is a “fat buffalo trying to take a nap” as hungry wolves approach, the envoy mused. “I can hear those Champagne bottle corks popping in Moscow—like it’s Christmas every ... day.” Some of the diplomats stressed they admire America—some attended college here. They acknowledged they don’t have some magical solution to the forces deepening its political polarization. But they’re worried today’s U.S. political divisions could have lasting impact on an increasingly interconnected world. A former Asian ambassador said, “We’ve gone from a unipolar world that we’re familiar with from the 1990s into a multipolar world, but the key pole is still the United States. And if that key pole is not playing the role that we want the U.S. to do, you’ll see alternative forces coming up.”

Traffic through the Panama Canal is being slashed because of drought, disrupting global trade (AP) A severe drought that began last year has forced authorities to slash ship crossings by 36% in the Panama Canal, one of the world’s most important trade routes. The new cuts announced Wednesday by authorities in Panama are set to deal an even greater economic blow than previously expected. Canal administrators now estimate that dipping water levels could cost them between $500 million and $700 million in 2024, compared to previous estimates of $200 million. One of the most severe droughts to ever hit the Central American nation has stirred chaos in the 50-mile maritime route, causing a traffic jam of boats, casting doubts on the canal’s reliability for international shipping and raising concerns about its affect on global trade.

Royal surgeries (Washington Post) The British royal palaces made unusual back-to-back health announcements. Catherine, Princess of Wales and wife to the future British king, underwent “successful” abdominal surgery and would remain hospitalized for up to two weeks, Kensington Palace said, and probably would not resume her official duties before April. The palace did not offer additional details about what procedure was performed. Soon after, Buckingham Palace announced that Charles, 75, would undergo a “corrective procedure” next week for an enlarged prostate.

Pakistan launches retaliatory airstrikes in Iran after an earlier attack by Tehran (AP) Pakistan’s air force launched retaliatory airstrikes early Thursday in Iran allegedly targeting militant hideouts, an attack that killed at least nine people and further raised tensions between the neighboring nations. The tit-for-tat attacks Tuesday and Thursday appeared to target two Baluch militant groups with similar separatist goals on both sides of the Iran-Pakistan border. However, the two countries have accused each other of providing safe haven to the groups in their respective territories. The strikes imperil diplomatic relations between the two neighbors, as Iran and nuclear-armed Pakistan have long regarded each other with suspicion over militant attacks. Each nation also faces its own internal political pressures—and the strikes may in part be in response to that.

For many in China, the economy feels like it is in recession (Reuters) The night before China’s civil service exam, Melody Zhang anxiously paced up and down the corridor of her dormitory, rehearsing her answers. Zhang was hoping to start a career in state propaganda after more than 100 unsuccessful job applications in the media industry. With a record 2.6 million people going for 39,600 government jobs amid a youth unemployment crisis, she didn’t get through. “The endless job-hunting is a torture,” said the 24-year-old graduate from China’s top Renmin University. A crisis of confidence in the economy is deterring consumers from spending and businesses from hiring and investing, in what could become a self-feeding mechanism that erodes China’s long-term economic potential. China grew 5.2% last year, more than most major economies. But for the unemployed graduates, the property owners who feel poorer as their flats are losing value, and the workers earning less than the year before, the world’s second-largest economy feels like it’s shrinking.

UN: Palestinians are dying in hospitals as estimated 60,000 wounded overwhelm remaining doctors (AP) Palestinians are dying every day in Gaza’s overwhelmed remaining hospitals which can’t deal with the tens of thousands people hurt in Israeli’s military offensive, a U.N. health emergency expert said Wednesday, while a doctor with the International Rescue Committee called the situation in Gaza’s hospitals the most extreme she had ever seen. The two health professionals, who recently left Gaza after weeks working in hospitals there, described overwhelmed doctors trying to save the lives of thousands of wounded people amid collapsing hospitals that have turned into impromptu refugee camps. The World Health Organization’s Sean Casey, who left Gaza recently after five weeks of trying to get more staff and supplies to the territory’s 16 partially functioning hospitals, told a U.N. news conference that he saw “a really horrifying situation in the hospitals” as the health system collapsed day by day. The Health Ministry in Gaza estimates that 60,000 people have been wounded, with hundreds more wounded per day.

As famine looms in Gaza, aid delivery remains difficult and dangerous (Washington Post) Describing the humanitarian situation in the Gaza Strip in increasingly apocalyptic terms, aid agencies are urging Israel to ease the difficult and often dangerous process of delivering supplies to desperate Palestinians. Famine is looming in Gaza, the United Nations warns. The World Food Program estimates that 93 percent of the population faces crisis levels of hunger. Disease is spreading rapidly. The World Health Organization predicts that the death toll from sickness and starvation in coming months could eclipse the number of people killed in the war so far—more than 24,000, according to the latest count from the Gaza Health Ministry, with the majority women and children. Aid agencies say the chief factors hampering the delivery of lifesaving assistance to Gazans fall almost entirely under Israel’s control—the Israeli inspection process for aid remains lengthy and inefficient; there aren’t enough trucks or fuel inside Gaza to distribute the aid; mechanisms to protect humanitarian workers are unreliable; and commercial goods have only just begun to trickle in. Large swaths of Gaza remain off-limits to aid workers. Frequent telecommunications blackouts complicate their work. And the war still rages.

3 killed and 77 injured in a massive blast caused by explosives in a southern Nigerian city (AP) Three people died and 77 others were injured overnight when an explosives rocked more than 20 buildings in one of Nigeria’s largest cities, authorities said Wednesday, as rescue workers dug through the rubble in search of those feared trapped. Residents in the southwestern state of Oyo’s densely populated Ibadan city heard a loud blast at about 7:45 p.m. Tuesday, causing panic as many fled their homes. Preliminary investigations showed the blast was caused by explosives stored for use in illegal mining operations, Oyo Gov. Seyi Makinde told reporters after visiting the site in the Bodija area of Ibadan.

Tobacco use falling worldwide but Big Tobacco fighting to reverse trend, WHO says (CBS News) The number of adult tobacco users has dropped steadily in recent years, the World Health Organization said on Tuesday, but it warned Big Tobacco is working hard to reverse that trend. In 2022, about one-in-five adults around the world were smokers or consumed other tobacco products, compared to one-in-every-three in 2000, the United Nations health agency said. Currently, tobacco use is still estimated to kill more than eight million people each year, including an estimated 1.3 million non-smokers who are exposed to second-hand smoke, WHO statistics show. While celebrating the advances that have been made, the WHO warned that the tobacco industry was intent on rolling them back.

Satellites and our view of the skies (Nikkei Asia) There are approximately 9,000 satellites orbiting the world, 60 percent of which are communications satellites that have been launched since 2020. These comms satellites—5,600 of which are from SpaceX alone—fly rather low, and are reportedly causing issues with seeing space from Earth. This is an issue, as SpaceX plans to launch 42,000 satellites, a Chinese rival plans to launch 13,000, and kit and caboodle the major comms satellite players intend to toss 65,000 satellites into orbit.

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Flying home for Christmas … eventually : 1995 : Sheremetyevo Airport, Moscow

“Ground staff have told me our plane is four inches too close to the gate,” the pilot announced in a tone midway between bewilderment and exasperation. “I have had to order a tow truck which will attach to the aircraft to pull it backwards, so I apologise that it will be some time before we can all disembark.”

‘Some time’ turned out to be more than an hour, during which all us passengers could do was wriggle in our seats and wait it out. The British Airways flight from London had passed uneventfully until then. However, once in airspace beyond the former Berlin Wall, absolutely anything could happen … and often did. Foreigners’ time and money proved irresistible commodities dangling like low fruit on a tree labelled ‘FLEECE ME’ that offered easy pickings for ‘communist’ opportunists who post-Glasnost had metamorphosed into ‘biznessmen’.

Welcome to Moscow! If it looks like a metropolis, is busy like a metropolis and makes the noise of a metropolis, then it must be a … but looks are deceiving. Moscow resembled one of those Wild West film sets constructed years ago in the deserts of Spain and Italy where convincing Main Street facades hide the vacuum of an absent third dimension. Some apparatchik in the Kremlin’s Department for Urban Construction must have been ordered by their Great Leader to build Russian cities just like ones he had viewed in ‘King Kong’, without either of them having ever set foot inside an American skyscraper … or airport. From the outside, everything might look normal, but nothing inside actually functioned correctly.

British Airways flights into Moscow transported a mix of world weary ‘road warriors’ who destressed holdups like this by finalising PowerPoint presentations on their laptops, and rich Russians who could afford the luxury of avoiding the discomfort and safety record of their national airline. Whilst the former passengers travelled light, all the better to avoid border guard interrogations, the latter boarded with clutches of overflowing shopping bags stamped with logos of the most expensive shops in Knightsbridge and Bond Street. Cabin crew had apparently given up informing such ‘frequent oligarch flyers’ that their voluminous purchases should be packed into a suitcase for storage in an overhead locker. Those unlucky enough to be seated next to a fur-coat clad, Gucci/Prada clotheshorse made you feel like an impoverished Bob Cratchit half-hidden at the back of a seasonal Harrods shopwindow display.

Without hesitation, Sheremetyevo is the worst airport I have ever encountered. Even Mombasa’s departure ‘lounge’, where you sit cross-legged on hot tarmac under an open canopy, comes a distant second place. During my years shuffling between radio stations owned by Metromedia International Inc at eight locations within five countries, I took an average two flights per week, routed through various European airports, but was required to visit Moscow more frequently than other destinations. Unfortunately. Most airports at least attempt to ensure their travellers’ journeys are as frictionless as possible, whereas Sheremetyevo’s apparent priority objective dreamt up within some arcane Five Year Plan was to inflict as much pain as possible on its customers.

I soon realised that around half a day had to be anticipated just to navigate the few hundred metres between deboarding the plane and the airport exit … on a good day! There were no queues organised for passengers to pass through the twin hurdles of passport control and customs checks, merely a sea of hundreds of people tightly packed into an open concourse, all jostling to exit. Some Russians simply pushed through the crowd to the front. Nobody chastised them. In Russia, those who had the power used it … ruthlessly. Nobody said a word. We all stood in silence, crushed by those around us, some smelling of vodka or BO. Russians pretended you did not exist as they trod on your foot or elbowed you out the way. Sometimes it could take three hours to be pushed along to the front.

To keep my claustrophobia at bay whilst trapped in this sea of inhumanity, I would stare upwards at the arrival hall’s high ceiling. It offered no comfort. The entire roof space had been covered with thousands of identical sliced aluminium tubes to create a vast honeycomb pattern. However, any artistic pleasure from this aesthetic was overshadowed by my observation that several of the tubes were missing. This discovery created a further phobia that, were another of those metal tubes to fall from that significant height onto the waiting crowd, its acceleration would result in serious injury for anyone below. Life in Russia was precarious at the ‘best’ of times, but death by sub-standard Russian glue smeared onto an airport ceiling was not what I wanted on my Death Certificate.

Eventually exiting the terminal building, an awaiting Metromedia driver would always enquire why it had taken me so long to appear, as if he imagined I must have been dawdling for hours in the Duty Free or supping cocktails in the airport bar. If only! All I wanted was to be somewhere where I was not surrounded by an impatient crowd who you feared might shoot you dead if you so much as acknowledged their presence or made eye contact. This ‘airport run’ was the only guaranteed occasion that Metromedia would provide me with a driver because there existed no navigable public transport or marked taxis to travel the 29km route to the city centre, and aggressive freelance drivers accosting travellers outside the terminal were, at best, likely to rob you or, at worst, dump your body in a ditch.

My visits to Moscow would last weeks or months at a time. Every day was stressful, not because of my work, but because the environment was so dangerous and unpredictable. One of my American work colleagues was arrested on a Moscow street and thrown in jail overnight for doing … nothing. Drivers were randomly stopped by uniformed men, often pretending to be officials in cars equipped with flashing blue lights, in order to extract bribes or on-the-spot ‘fines’. Even walking along a city street was unsafe because some vehicles used the pavement to accelerate around traffic jams or red traffic lights. Laws, if they existed at all, were routinely flouted with impunity.

In 1995, I was determined to reach home by Christmas, having booked a British Airways flight from Moscow to London for the morning of 20th December. At the airport, finding it was delayed, I sat in the departure lounge’s transparent plastic walled ‘waiting room’ and plugged my laptop into the power socket to finish some last-minute work tasks. Within minutes, a security guard entered the room, admonished me aggressively for stealing electricity and confiscated my UK/Russia plug adapter. You learnt to bite your tongue in these regular confrontations where exertion of ‘power’ demonstrated neither logic nor reason. Eventually the flight was called, so we handed in our handwritten exit visa forms and walked to the gate. Hours passed. No plane appeared. We were herded to the bar area where we were offered one free drink.

Many more hours passed. By now, it was dark outside and snowing. A British Airways person appeared and finally admitted that the flight had been cancelled for reasons unknown. We were to stay overnight in a hotel and board a replacement flight the following morning. However, before then, three challenges remained. We were herded to a baggage area where we were confronted with a mountain of suitcases from which we had to identify and recover our luggage without assistance or checks. Then we had to wait at immigration control where the day’s exit stamp in our passport had to be identified and cancelled with, you guessed it, a further rubber stamp over the top. Finally, we were confronted with a table on which a cardboard box had been placed, in which had been dumped all our exit visa forms. Without assistance, passengers had to sift through this pile of papers to find their own document to take it back for reuse tomorrow. Only then could we exit the airport.

I had no understanding of where we were meant to be going. I simply followed the person in front of me out of the terminal where I could see a long line of people dragging suitcases, snaking along an uphill pathway in the pitch black, the snow and the minus fifteen temperature. It was a ten-minute trudge until we reached the assigned hotel where, being British, we queued politely at the reception desk for room keys. By now, it was eleven at night and we had wasted twelve hours at the airport, where we had only been offered one drink each. I rang room service and ordered a pizza from the menu which I was told would arrive within thirty minutes. It did not. I rang room service again, only to be told that my order had not been fulfilled because British Airways passengers were not entitled to hotel food. By then, I had discovered that neither were we allowed to make international phone calls from the room’s phone, so our loved ones would have no idea why we had not already arrived home. Gggggggrrrrrrrr! At midnight, tired and hungry, I fell into bed in my clothes as it required too much effort to open and partially unpack my suitcase.

The following morning, we were finally allowed to eat for free from the hotel breakfast buffet bar. In the light of day, we all looked crumpled and exhausted by the interminable wait for a flight that had yet to materialise. Assembled together in the lobby, we were eventually led back out into the snow to snake our way down the narrow pathway to the airport, dragging our luggage. Humiliatingly, we had to repeat all the airport processing formalities already endured the previous day: check-in, luggage weighing, passport control, submission of yesterday’s visa form and customs checks. Would the plane even arrive as promised? Some of us voiced fears that an airport ‘Groundhog Day’ might strand us here through the holidays. Thankfully, the promised plane arrived at the gate, we applauded it with relief and, by the time we were seated on board, it felt as if we were half-way to British firmament. There was much relief when we finally arrived at Heathrow in time for Christmas.

Of the many times I passed through Moscow airport, there was only one occasion that could be called positive. I had coincidentally been booked onto the same incoming flight as an American senior Metromedia executive. The corporate travel department must have assumed that we both warranted some kind of ‘VIP’ service, despite me being a lowly European contractor. Immediately after exiting the plane at Sheremetyevo, we found officials holding up cards with each of our names who took us aside from the other passengers. Led along a separate corridor, we were taken to a large empty room where we were told to sit on huge throne-like chairs around its perimeter. Each of our flight’s handful of VIP’s was assigned an official who took our passport and completed entry visa. After only ten minutes, he returned with our suitcases and our passport that had been stamped appropriately without us even having been interviewed. As we were whisked away swiftly to the terminal exit, I tried to calculate how many dozen occasions I had wasted an additional two or three hours in the midst of the madding crowd just to escape this airport. How the other one percent lives!

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Sunday 3rd September 2023, Moscow, 9.21pm.

#154,860 — A spider asks the king of stories if she can buy his stories. She now uses her talents in a rather different way — for what she calls ‘The Holy Dance’ a performance on Tuesday evenings at the Holy Cross in Jerusalem Basilica in Rome, in front of senior Catholic clerics.