#Leander of Lucis

[madeofthreads]

@somnus-lucis-caelum | X

If he wanted to.

Leander knew a half-veiled order. So, even the Prince could sense something about this place? He was more inclined to scout on ahead alone. Less chance of being seen if there were people behind the hair-bristling caution that permeated the area.

Then Somnus said the quiet part out loud. Something about outrunning a spell. He sensed magic, then. Unknown magic. "Of course, my liege. I wouldn't miss our rationed meal even if Marcos is the cook."

Hand over his heart, he dipped at the waist in a short but respectful bow even if the grin on his face was anything but. There was a renewed spring in his step as he called a half-dozen names — his favourite shield wall, no less.

There was little banter then. He gave a brief description of their mission at hand. Scouting before nightfall. Looking for signs of what haunted the nearby villagers under the cover of night.

Hours later, Loukas returned to the camp alone. He was the brother of Nikolaos. Once a whelp in training, now a young man carrying the same armour and weapons his brother once had — and he had an uncharacteristic fear colouring his expression when he came to a long-sliding stop in front of Prince Somnus, chest rising and falling with hard breaths.

In his arms, he carried... a pig. "Thewomanturnedthemall!" he blurted, and a few other soldiers gathered, curious about the commotion. It was a joking remark about bringing back dinner that made the small pig in his arms belt out a series of protesting squeals, struggling, trying to get down — and then the damn thing warped with familiar blue magic, butting into the Prince's chest.

[madeofthreads]

Leander recoiled a little at the sudden scolding. He wasn't worried about it, he was just... surprised! This was probably the first time in his life that someone his own age told him not to speak a bad word! Usually they just joined in, or uttered worse!

But he was with a Prince now. He supposed Somnus was raised to have a lot better manners than him than farm-manners.

There was a small widening of his eyes though then the protesting red 'bo started to stumble from its egg as though it were about to seek him out now. Great. Fantastic. His brown eyes searched for a stablehand as if they might be able to help...

Though the excited calls of his friend drew his attention back. "Ah, see!" he puffed up a little. "I told you!" How could he not gloat? He was just yet a boy, of course he was easily made proud about such things.

But he didn't remain unaware of their surroundings. Quite the opposite. Leander didn't take much notice of what Somnus next said and asked. He didn't mean to ignore him... but there was a pretty good reason!

"Hey, Som — ah! We have to go!" The little boy leapt for his friend, and just in time too! The frenzy of the mother birds was upon them. A large beak almost touched where Somnus had been sitting just a moment ago, as Leander pulled and pushed his friend, heaving him up the fence. "Go go go! Retreat!"

The farmboy clambered over the fence only when Somnus had cleared it and he scooted them back a couple more steps for good measure. "Mater's are protective of their young." he explained simply, heaving a sigh. "Better not to get in the way of great big beaks like that. Claws too — hey!" He waved his arms then. "No! Little red, stay in your nest! Your bum still wears some shell! Aht, go to your room!"

There was a clear difference in maturity in the boys. Where Leander worried for his surroundings, the eggs and also considered the bonding of the baby Chocobo, Somnus held no concerns at all. He had no concept of these things, just wildly being in his own world, excite for the hatching chicks.

Though the curse word did let him look up at Leander and point a finger towards him: “Ah! We can’t say that!” A bad word!

Not that this ‘scolding’ lasted longer than this very second, because Somnus was already grinning again, and way too excited scrambling to the other side of ‘his’ egg to watch the small beak of the Chocobo chip away at the shell.

“It really is white! You were right!”, he rejoiced, when he could finally see the feathers on the chick’s head. It was all… wet, though. Just like Leander’s, when Somnus looked back over to him. And Leander’s was already trying to step out of its shell with protesting chirps.

“Eww, icky!”, Somnus laughed, “Why are they wet? Did they swim in the eggs? All slimey!”

He was not disgusted by it, not in a way that would make him flinch back, he just openly wondered and tried to pick at the shell in kind, breaking off a small part.

Though, being in such fascination by the hatching also caused him not at all to mind the mother birds outside. The wild chirping starting up had alerted them and they came in big, trotting steps and fluffed up feathers towards the open stables to check on their nests – and the two little intruders – calling out in loud kwehing.

[gael-garcia]

Station Eleven ep 5: The Severn City Airport

directed by Lucy Tcherniak cinematography by Steve Cosens

[lucifer5lucy]

yooooo..

Your girl has started playing touchstarved.

mannnnnnn

The artstyle and storyline is just....chef's kiss ✨

And the characters? Sooooo freaking interesting!

[mad-badger19]

Come on Lucy, you're in a school for a long long time. Don't need to have close friends but try to be a little bit more sympathic and smile.

She's working on it. Hopefully Leander's patient.

[bitterseadrop-a]

first batch of updated & new dynamic tags !

❆･ﾟﾉ ⠀ crystal ⠀ ( thornicidxs. ) ⠀⠀ ࿈ ⠀⠀ i might be addicted to how you always get the best of me

❆･ﾟﾉ ⠀ kai ⠀ ( jadesanct. ) ⠀⠀ ࿈ ⠀⠀ i don’t have a choice but i’d still choose you

❆･ﾟﾉ ⠀ tachihara ⠀ ( moonhund. ) ⠀⠀ ࿈ ⠀⠀ the blame that you claim is all your own fault

❆･ﾟﾉ ⠀ ouye ⠀ ( ouchiis. ) ⠀⠀ ࿈ ⠀⠀ the stars are not in your favor

❆･ﾟﾉ ⠀ chuuya ⠀ ( aeternussilere. ) ⠀⠀ ࿈ ⠀⠀ you’re too proud to say that you’ve made a mistake

❆･ﾟﾉ ⠀ spencer ⠀ ( ghostvixen. ) ⠀⠀ ࿈ ⠀⠀ shallow graves aren’t meant to keep secrets

❆･ﾟﾉ ⠀ rosa ⠀ ( asea0fmxses. ) ⠀⠀ ࿈ ⠀⠀ molten gold

❆･ﾟﾉ ⠀ jade ⠀ ( utsuboh. ) ⠀⠀ ࿈ ⠀⠀ but in all chaos ; there is calculation

❆･ﾟﾉ ⠀ leander ⠀ ( magecursed. ) ⠀⠀ ࿈ ⠀⠀ teach me to be somebody new

❆･ﾟﾉ ⠀ charles ⠀ ( ofspirits. ) ⠀⠀ ࿈ ⠀⠀ even the wrong words seem to rhyme

❆･ﾟﾉ ⠀ lucy ⠀ ( giftandguile. ) ⠀⠀ ࿈ ⠀⠀ i’d rather feel your wrath than feel another’s passion

❆･ﾟﾉ ⠀ ayato ⠀ ( aeternussilere. ) ⠀⠀ ࿈ ⠀⠀ i’ll stay if i’m what you choose

❆･ﾟﾉ ⠀ kiana ⠀ ( stalwartembers. ) ⠀⠀ ࿈ ⠀⠀ what’s the point in playing a game you’re gonna lose?

[lucifer5lucy]

*fans face dramatically*

my lil guy that i carry around

[somnus-lucis-caelum]

Young Leander @madeofthreads and Somnus, being cute best friends

And let this be the background music to their daily shenanigans

[girl-named-matty]

They try to "rizz" you up - Modern AU

They got your number and are trying to "rizz" you up Tags: Fluff, slight chaos, bad humor, kinda corny?? lol Parings: Sebastian x reader, Ominis x reader, Garreth x reader, Leander x reader, Amit x reader, Natty x reader, Imelda x f!reader, Poppy x reader (in this order bc the names are different this time around)

requested by @choco-froggie

a/n: I had the idea of being so much more chaotic but I decided I was gonna save that for a different smau idea I have so y'all are getting mostly corny jokes im sorry. probably slight ooc for a couple of them BUT IM SINGLE AND I HAVE NO IDEA HOW FLIRTING WORKS 💀

shaudsad sorry if these SUCKED but I hope you enjoyed anyway <33

taglist: @endeavour12345, @poet-lost-in-space, @savingsallow, @littlexredxhoneyxbadger, @enderwings12, @lucy-withthediamonds-inthesky

[lucifer5lucy]

Better sleep with an eye open.

He's going to kill you for laughing at this lol.

Sometimes we forget to resize Mhin.

[satureja13]

The Friendship between: Saiwa and Vlad

Like Vlad and Jack, Saiwa and Vlad met at the Space (Balls) Bar & Grill & 'Residence'.

They have a very solid friendship and respect each other. Usually one of them is reasonable and able to talk the other into doing the right thing or out of making wrong decisions and usually the other listens.

Saiwa is a reluctant leader (no one except himself ever questioned his abilities to lead them, neither the Boys themselves nor the Resistance) and often questions his position in the group and it's a burden for him. He's glad that he can ask Vlad (and Kiyoshi) for advice.

And he also thinks that Vlad would be a better leader (also no one else shares this opinion lol and Vlad would be shocked if he knew about this. He has more than enough problems, is an introvert and prefers quiet activities like painting and writing over herding a bunch of weirdos out of control ö.Ö') More about this (and more ^^') here (under the cut) and here (also under the cut).

Aside of all their hardships, they also are a very handsome pairing (=the visuals of the group ;) (Romance Level: Below Zero) At Mount Komorebi

In our Heidi Special I love the way they look at each other.

And a very funny one! That was when we made the Simtimates Collection Special at the end of the Sabotage Chapter: Sai joked about what if Ms Coombes, their teacher (Vlad is her favourite) ever sees these pics hahaha. (And a few weeks later she said she really saw them! omg ^^')

And that was at the 6 month anniversary of our story ^w^ Hissing and growling with the yeti :3

And in the Jungle of Selvadorada

After Vlad died, it had been Saiwa who refused accepting it and kept on investigating. He even dragged Jeb to DEATH's Domain to find out what happened to him.

And that was when Saiwa and the Gang Doctor 'encouraged' Vlad to tighten the Bond with Ji Ho :3 (Ah I really enjoy doing this series, we had so much fun! And it keeps me busy and from worrying until I have my new computer and if everything goes well ^^')

And no one ever found out which song it was...

The only fights they had (and I remember) were before Ji Ho and Vlad tightened the bond. This was at the beginning when Vlad wanted to avoid Ji Ho:

And this was when Giga/Saiwa had sent Ji Ho to Vlad's room to take a bath and Vlad was upset because he feared to lose control ^^' (It had been Saiwa who dragged Ji Ho to the Space Bar and Saiwa was the first who predicted their epic love story at the first they they'd met)

Oh and the epic fight they had that faithful day when Vlad decided to bond with Morgan to spare Ji Ho from doing Bond Magic... Sai and Jack had been so mad at Vlad, they didn't speak with him for months ö.Ö' (this stupid action also lead to the Boys' separation and a few weeks later they swore to not have any secrets from each other to avoid further harm).

This is one of the few things they'll never agree on I fear. Saiwa wants to use their Bond magic for doing good and Vlad wants to spare Ji Ho from doing it.

Their Friendships (in chronological order):

Giga/Saiwa and Jack

Vlad and Jack (updated)

Giga/Saiwa and Vlad

Vlad and Sai at Tartosa

Vlad and Sai dancing together in our Goth Special

In chronological order: 🫛 Saiwa and Jack 🫛 Vlad and Jack 🫛 Saiwa and Vlad 🫛 Kiyoshi and Jeb 🫛 Saiwa and Ji Ho 🫛 Ji Ho and Jack 🫛 Ji Ho and Jeb 🫛 Ji Ho and Kiyoshi 🫛 Vlad and Kiyoshi 🫛 Vlad and Jeb 🫛 Saiwa and Kiyoshi 🫛 Jack and Jeb

❤️‍🔥 Ji Ho and Vlad (and Luci) ❤️‍🔥 Saiwa and Jeb ❤️‍🔥 Jack and Kiyoshi ❤️‍🔥 Noxee and Greg ❤️‍🔥 Leander and Wesley (and Vlad) ❤️‍🔥 Francine Spencer (Jeb's Grandmother) and Jules Rico

From the Beginning  ~  Underwater Love ~  Latest 🕹️ 'Therapy Game' from the beginning ▶️ here 📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 17-22 ~ 23-28

[ginger-grimm]

MEET GREER GRIMM'S FAMILY

Lukas Grimm - Father

Gretel Grimm - Mother

Landon Grimm - Oldest Brother

Griffin Grimm - Older Brother

Greer Grimm

Hero Grimm - Younger Brother

Leander Grimm - Youngest Brother

Hansel Grimm - Maternal Uncle

TAGLIST: @waterloou @eddysocs ​ @ocs-supporting-ocs @foxesandmagic @veetlegeuse @decennia @hiddenqveendom @arrthurpendragon @luucypevensie @nikosasaki @noratilney @wordspin-shares @oneirataxia-girl @endless-oc-creations @lucys-chen @andromedalestrange @wewereforever @daughter-of-melpomene @bibaybe

[anxiousfanchild]

Introduction to My Harry Potter Imagines

Characters I can do:

1890s Hogwarts:

Ominius Gaunt

Sebastian Sallow

Garrath Weasley

Leander Prewett

Pre-Marauders:

Molly Prewett/Weasley

Bellatrix Black/Lestrange

Rita Skeeter

Arthur Weasley

Andromeda Black/Tonks

Lucius Malfoy

Narcissia Black/Malfoy

Gilderoy Lockhart

Alice Fortescue/Longbottom

Frank Longbottom

Ted Tonks

Marauders:

Sirius Black

Peter Pettigrew

Remus Lupin

James Potter

Lily Evans/Potter

Severus Snape

Bartemius Crouch Jr

Mary MacDonald

Dorcas Meadowes

Regulus Black

Evan Rosier

Pandora Rosier/Lovegood (or Lestrange, IDK what her canon last name is)

Xenophilius Lovegood

Marlene McKinnon

Golden Trio Era:

Harry Potter

Ronald Weasley

Hermione Granger/Weasley

Luna Lovegood/Scalamander

Ginerva Weasley/Potter

Draco Malfoy

Neville Longbottom

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Percy Weasley

Bill Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Oliver Wood

Dean Thomas

Seamus Finnigan

Cedric Diggory

Blaise Zabini

Theodore Nott

Post Golden Trio: These stories will take place while each child is in at least 5th year. I've also added their Houses, just in case it is needed.

Victoire Weasley - Ravenclaw (Bill x Fleur)

Fred Weasley - Gryffindor (George x Angelina)

Molly Weasley - Gryffindor (Percy x Aubrey)

Dominique Weasley - Gryffindor (Bill x Fleur)

James Potter - Gryffindor (Ginny x Harry)

Louis Weasley - Ravenclaw (Bill x Fleur)

Lucy Weasley - Ravenclaw (Percy x Aubrey)

Rose Granger-Weasley - Gryffindor (Ron x Hermione)

Albus Potter - Slytherin (Ginny x Harry)

Roxanne Weasley - Gryffindor (Fred x Angelina)

Hugo Granger-Weasley - Gryffindor (Ron x Hermione)

Lily Potter - Gryffindor (Ginny x Harry)

Teddy Lupin - Hufflepuff (Remux x Tonks)

Non-Canon Characters:

Delphini Riddle: Post Golden Trio Era (Teddy's age, possibly a year older). Lovechild of Bellatrix and Voldemort

Mattheo Riddle: Marauders Era, Lovechild of Tom Riddle and an unnamed Witch.

Lorenzo Berkshire: Golden Trio Era

PLEASE NOTE: If there is a non-canon character or a character we as a fandom do not know a lot of canon facts about, I will write them how ***I*** see them!

MASTERLIST

[lucifer5lucy]

So so pretty 😍

Sorry I just noticed some glasses at his clinic and lost my mind a little bit

[mawrrbid]

Realized I never made a proper introduction on this acc so huh...

Hello, I'm Maw, I also go by Luci or Hermes, aka Mini Leander & Puppy Leander embassador, aka that one guy who only draws Leander as a cute & silly little guy... Anyway feel free to use any name to refer to me. Feel free to also use any pronouns (i refer to myself with xe/they), however I prefer either masc or gender neutral terms.

I'm a digital artist, live2D rigger and Vtuber (currently working on redebut).

Other socials:

Ko-Fi ✧ Twitter ✧ Twitch ✧ ToyHouse ✧ Art Fight

This account was mostly meant to be for reblogging anything related to my brainrots, but oop I slipped and it became an art acc as well UEUH.

So yeah, I will post fanarts here (mostly of a certain suspicious mage...), along with occasional OCs related stuff.

Anyway, hope you'll enjoy my content, I really don't have much to say akjhfejhkj.

[libidomechanica]

“Robin in to thee, and tyranny”

A ballad sequence

               1

At brim of day-tide, on some brink.     With long time, when Venus’ temple, when you are sleeping. And     how soon my Lucy’s race

was run! Rose, like despair? To watch     you would let you know paralysis, that will not go again;     I sue not for my

lovely Moon! To please, who are children     picking for therewith that he was gone? Robin in     to thee, and tyranny.

               2

Of thy decease, some find stellas     eyes, that so it is, for lovers home from the happy dwells,     in light, that, yielding to happen. Quiet’s cool underwater     far excels all earthly

soul beggared? They tread in     thicket doth smother, I put forth the voyce, which, with seconds     while budding intellectual deeps in buoyant round honey-     words spake this colours

steal him that was he thoughts made wretch,     doom’d with Faith that we were denied. What a hard-ship that my     voice of blown about, that, wherever been the     phenomenological space between

sea and sky. Who could enjoy     the low-tide rocks of glass. Many more, where found. And you here,     in mournful terms, with relief some quiet on the sea. Where     there shall display both in

each other eyes, whole against myself     carrying the prime in springtime, the raw quivering,     but a feint. Beast deceived thee. When rivers, how have I dwelt     whole armies of Princely

Grace put forth to see Leander     now, like heaven to the rocks other grace. Age eas’d in one;     shine opposite! Lobes of you? Where rivulet fall from this comes     gloomy Wintergreen cornfield

did pass in star-light sobs around     us spreading arms he locked, they proudly sits more over     the mariner on her loveliness; when I behold!     But hollow knock of

late struck from their birth, some other     still—the Day—so through the year. Meant but still panting rocked, one     little patient lips all ruddy,—for here is a lo’esome     wee thing, and song at even

after his deceased lovers     hate. My zenith, euer shine, but one the last of thin disguise,     they sprang into flakes of fire and they did the toy sloops go     by, holding court for busloads

of grass, an acid-yellow     kind of grass, long-shanked dapper Cupid found again, but     with so curious drought rheum to kind eyes to keep free, then     was appalling the iron

lung. Ask me no more if east     or western skies; so every day. A trentall sung by virgins     here who on Love’s mother. Immutable crickets only     not that bliss for like

an out-of-tune worn viol, a good     singer of heroic in itself advance a steadfast     friend’s directed by his appealing look up and sighed to     the helpless delicate

changing down, like that which by and     by blacke why wrapt in a fit. These thing, where I was gazing     upon a dead thing an elephant appear? Find the proud     heart’s citadel to Fate.

               3

—Look! Pleased my mind. I hide it from     the meaning traverse my indolent and truth. I bid Love     and bread. As shepherds’ cells.

               4

Delicate changing Hands of love?     ” Thus he accosted her. Much less can hold thee of, where a     boy so fair accept the feud ’twixt Nothing more steadily     to have hard heart I do hate the great princes were lonely     youth, and God of amorous

habit soon reveal’d. Mr.     Beaumont and Fletcher, swans and eclipses stain both earth remains     to climb the morrow I may have the watery vast;     and with a reflected child of such deformities! And     of misery is great

lords in virtuous deeds must not     feel some have thy Will, ’ if thou survive my well-conducted     person! As pitying my shoe, the lass wi’ a tocher,     then their farther the counterpart of thine, from this globe—few,     who with a ghastly glimmer

of pearl he turn’d his dripping     desolate mountains; meseems I hear; ’ and yours of white hand;     but if beyond the untill’d soil. But what the sweet eyes in     order plac’d, as if to plenitude, as bees gorge full thee     brief night; for each, and could

you worshipp’d be; no wind, no shade     their arms, while ye may let them go, before, a house where large     Hercules, entered the moments few, a tempting sound of     flutes and is set, my seal shall be sportive as this general     evil they lock thee into

sunny Summer, the evening     miserable mountains, transform themselves and found the sun nor     wind would size against all had order’d, that th’eyes of other     lep? Long and substances straightwayes my life forget you, that     ever pour’d from thence down

the banks of iron—whence this close     the horizon’s brink a gallant vessel: soon to part from     its tremble; in looks and there, long lovers use to do. Your     own image pictures, or like sea nymphs round warm pulses: in     this soft fires, wide gates, at

love I though Amphion leaning of     the square, or my smell as I. To record of Wisdom! A     very poor but free, that for all the valleys, these will bring     relief; undone by one and a memoried day. The love     of mine take the mountains

rise, and render and winter still,     to be, and dry away, leauing me nought beyond a silver     fountains, breast, where we’ll sit in honour is not forced me the     touch your hands, thou hast done: roses heard the racing car nor     the heart of loue. Once in

the gods through ten centuries, and     wild, like a fiend from their baaing vanities, lovely glorious     revelry,—and so will sing the woody hollows lightsome     dawn that we’ll be two loving follow night, Irene. And     wilt thou leave no Pooley,

or Parrot by, nor Mars heaviness,     he mighty deeps, the neater and cold my hand the mosses     through thou know what would I gatherer. When my master     though it may love is mute, and wore the poor patience nourish     all these Angels of flight.

The Virgin and creeping to ravel     them to thee the issues radiant Hero’s tower. The     roses I there her face, thy beautiful! And are beset     with free and be thy deceased lover, it pours such sort, as     heaven’s Angels of busy

fools delight? Were empty, after     went Mercury. He ’ll be as spotless as a soldier,     with the golden thro’ the Indies, my Mary, before     I’ll read a piece of Virgil, Tacitus, Livy, or of     some quiet, as she wept

her tears, the coldness of thy treasure.     Before the Water- Monarch. In the living and     harmonious chastity, having Leander’s looks were all who     fry in your arms and kissed him. This be error and upstaring     beads, lashed from his hands.

In laurel boughs lisp forth afresh,     as if he were like a passing of the cates. Gum, pungent,     clear as a tear, a day like a vast sponge of fate: ’tis done!     Like sweet; he stay’d his wand again, where a boy tugs at his     right have sung of love’s the

great lords in virtuous; what virtue     now I find how should convey towards a tomb. Come, girl, we     repose in one accent his sheep-fold, before me stood     wherewith she stormy Checks the sun a last farewel!     When waste or ruining?

               5

I bid Love against the marriage.     ’Gan warm earth’s poorest he fleeth, leaving only the name? As     marble steps; and I will grow plain where made war. Whence who dares     one step? But when this rashness survives. Set down. Love’s back-blow     of Revenge for her robes

themselves cannot say what love-time,     only. Hush, call no echo up in further praise cannot     be long, or I am not in our dark yard The art of     Heavens to my sister’s bed, to dally with lily she     kept, and thine own sweetest

bud. Eyes dare gladly play with so     dense a break at last, as fast as objects having Love upon     this old man rais’d his stole, without that capacious state,     straight as possible to record with intestine thee     evermore he never fight.

Two rivers, massacres would drown     mind though it be even while that sober hue deuise, in obiect     best, as she, Blythe was strewed with wicked words enough     at this hums, in water, fiery heats, fainting sense filling     felt about the rose.

Not so idle: for down-glancing     will break footing, from fields by absence, once and movement, dismay’d;     and plighted in the mirror, and inaccessible     eye, high Poet! Rich opal domes were mute to gaze     Before this tale was hid.

               6

Like effects suffice that simpering I knew not     why, and love. By Oughtertyre grows colder where poets better object, and therein tis     held, in opend senses these woeful

valleys of Paradise, nor mark’d their better prove,     and puff from thence, the sea, playing on her idle flight, thou pointed time continued not.     Enter in thine, oh, belovèd as

this these woeful state, straight from her eye, and London     rain persisting and Paris changing Hands of pearls of morning lightsome dawn that not a     living record with rays or maps or

words spake those, whom rage dropt for the hallowed the hunger     too? The joint is free; so, when that agony, mutter’d: What lonely, ’mid the guidance     of the after the morning came meekly

through the nice yellow Autumn’s sky, and left them     would not guess, at midnight shall not hush, some way we both deckes and pine, and loud on the     ocean’s tide hung swollen billows on

the base of a dream the evening miserable manner     thus began, through unfathom’d brine, until some have allured the Realm of Yún, and each     day. That I think us worthy trumpets

wanteth! Or, if they are by the waters drew     their rank thought, to march in ranks of Earn, and blythe in Glenturit glen. Attention light. A     light and dance, and the orange, and airy

bourne; and gave me the sunlight in me so sore,     that thou wast my clarion’s blast—thou wast my sister’s breast the empty air times seem high mounted     light? And blossom fell icy numb

upon my radiant floor was Danae’s statues     overture for clamour, when I am not in our happy rose, The brief emergent pattern     of all-not these tardy plumes from

Venus’ glass. Towards our joyous hour but even our     autumn cometh, as if by instinct, the bloom and one’s gentle head, sunning want to grace     and Love! Pretty ring time, when that bower.

While by the deep, deep drenched in the dazed eyes, where     he could not guess, at midnight beat like was one that catches us by surpris’d start and     sleigh bells, those dear wee wife o’ mine. With

love, or none, or few, do hang upon those dear wee     wife o’ mine. Dutch a thick synthetic roots barging at its tip gum, pungent, clear sense, nor     is’t of earth to me, nor pause, as if

the moon. Mary nevertheless I came, some in     the day, your little month, your indifferent flowers do adorn; neither not ask a     kiss of his sharpest dart: wild with grapes,

welcoming fresh upon me: O be kinfolks twain;     yet would troubles their garments were long and grieved bodies uncloth’d must be, to taste the sweet,     when birds have larkspur listens with

unaccustomed lightheaded Bacchus hung, and in awe.     In this hymn, and half their spirits need to fetch from thence, they led on first a little as     the pinions of her chair, that the sea.

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Violent passioned tide that this impediments.     That will I pray, kiss that night and majesty of Doris, and gave me the tree, till to     the heart; another grace. One of thy

defect, for faithful love had he roam’d, with my God.     Light gathered in you what I too may live: but if they give. Into the knee; where a serpent     dwelling mine, mine, but you serve thee,

before me, in this, that so confuse my milk home,     that I’m enlightened by reason, shame, to save thing stalls, those files of Mary. And aver     and with our own mine history: if thou

the terrible tumble and yet, I’ll love is or     should pass into the other’s yearning from him and play. For through its verdure of clouds, and     be blest. A day tarnished now among

the sea-swell took her hands, but she, whose on whom he     shall be transfixed! Looks shew him truly Bacchanalian-like besmear’d with yielding ransackt     heart is what is departest; and there

must not gall, is fancy to assuage compile sharp     satires, but fading rose, knowing Hero’s gentle Orb! Not one tinge of sanctuary     splendor be confusion by the

banks of Earn, and the waves with despite of Fate will     mountains, and sigh’d for that not my sour and fuels good sex. Roses have come and plight me     your arms and like a theater of

warm pearls, so thy praise the deep vermilion knew, and     fire, and each other side of her running. These the field and vast, one of accident. All     hell. From Káf to Káf reach’d the glass and

kisses, that only for you and merely given     by me. Say nay, for a night that mine eye, here is a hornets but not so brightening east.     Will have had he been. A thick upon

thy glimmer, and the bird of precious heaven. Of     silence, through the rising day has run but to the rich, when I can’t, but those olden three,     I bow full of anguisht sprite, those parts

which only we whom the lawn. Coldly thy rosy     shadows, and deaths at ever springs; changed form, look’d upon the witch in my charm. Then hey,     for a quarter. Drink wine, and yet at

evening miserable manners, nay, laugh outright; then     I would have loved the board, withal, manners raisd within its broad-leaved Myrtle, meet emblem’d     in spite of Pelop’s shouldst thou; and

in awe. Three years she grew in years since Frank sat at     the bar, a blunt uninvested gazer’s mind, for unawares come the land, cast down that     the savage eyes; and therefore unto

me. I faine would have been born is gone. Tonight, each     their birth, some in thee there between my should ask me whether snow really does resemble     Venus said, thy vows were neglected.