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1908: The Times-Dispatch, Richmond, Va.
From the Times Dispatch: Richmond, VA., Sunday, April 19, 1908, page 2. No author noted.
The Bank of Jarratts JARRATT, VA. Authorized Capital, $25,000 Safe, Liberal, Courteous and Progressive. Accounts from one dollar up solicited. We pay 4 per cent. on savings and tlme deposits.
OFFICERS. O. C. Wrlght, president; R. E Jarratt, vlce-president; J. M. Browder, cashier.
DIRECTORS. O. C. Wrlght, R, E. Jarratt, R. W. Jordan, F. L. Pedneau, S. H. Short, J. II. Grant, Joe D. Prince, O. T. Partrldge, L. M, Creath, C. M. Brown, J. E. Person.
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Related article, persons of interest: ---> [Dr.] O. C. Wright, and two boys - [the son of] O. T. Partridge, and [the son of] C. M. Brown - died when a train hit their automobile; article found here.
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some random (mob) Robbie doodles cause Robbie robbin da brain KDHHDHD
Robbie and da gamers- back in the day they would do everything together, but now that heâs gone majority of the time, he feels very left out and bored smhh (and of course lonely-)
he always gets heckin excited when he gets to see his friends again, possibly snaps their backs in half from his big ol death grip hugs
#I was gunna draw more but something came up JDHFHDJD#welcome home#welcome home mob au#welcome home howdy#welcome home barnaby#welcome home sally#welcome home poppy#welcome home oc robbie#howdy pillar#barnaby b beagle#sally starlet#poppy partridge#robbie robs#i m us t d r a w m o r e
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A neighborly solar system
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Source for all the descriptions - đȘ
My apologies to yâall for the ramblings in the descriptions lol, if you guys just wanna know why I chose each planet, here you go
Sally Starlet - the sun: is it not obvious? /lh (I decided to not make Sally as bright as the sun, as to show some humbleness in her ego in comparison to her regular counterpart)
Eddie Dear - Mercury: Curiosity and a thirst for knowledge, as Eddie is also very intrigued by what his past life was like (lore drop on godâïž). Also with the themes of communication and expression, it really reminded me of Eddieâs role as a mailman (or in this au, S P A C E C O W B O Y)
Wally Starling - Venus: As Wally is the newest member to our set of Wish Makers, I wanted to keep him as his creative and perpetually-in-love-with-everyone kind of self, and Venus had a lot more in common with him than I thought
We skip over Earth since no one fit Earthâs description
Poppy Partridge - the moon: Another obvious choice (also like Wally, the description for Earthâs Moon had more in common with Poppy than I thought!)
Barnaby B. Beagle - Mars: This one was honestly the hardest to try and figure out. I kind of had to think of it from Barnabyâs inspirations for this au, specifically with his game show kind of shtick
Also skip over Jupiter since no one fit its description either T-T
Frank Frankly - Saturn: I was simply reading Saturnâs description, and my mind just went âoh yeah, thatâs just actually Frankâ
Julie Joyful - Uranus: This one was also kind of difficult to place, so I also had to think of it from Julieâs perspectiveâsheâs not afraid to break the rules, nor is she afraid to come up with her own rules
Howdy Pillar - Neptune: For this one I had to actually go to another website to get ideas from. With this variant of Howdy, I wanted to find something that fit both his capitalistic attributes as well as his soft dream-like aesthetic (heâs not as much of a capitalist in this au, but he still enjoys making some doughđž)
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đ Confessing to them đ
Wally Darling
He shows no reaction on the outside
BUT THE INSIDE?? BOY IS S H O O K E T H
He just kinda stares at you for a hot minute
Because of this you obviously thought he was rejecting you
So you started backtracking, which only confused the poor lil yellow man :((
Eventually you figured it out tho
"So you don't love me?"
Julie Joyful
It was an accidental confession
She just looked so pretty you had to compliment her!
And by compliment I of course mean you blurting out how much you love her
Girly was immediately flustered
Sally Starlet
After a moment she happily accepted and returned your love
"Oh- ... Thank you neighbor!"
She already confessed multiple times albeit during plays so you thought she was just acting
L i t t l e d i d y o u k n o w
When you confess she is immediately screaming happily
"Finally!"
She immediately kisses all over your face
Howdy Pillar
You did it while he was working
You came up behind him and just kinda blurted it out
Absolutely thought he heard you wrong so you had to repeat yourself multiple times which only made you more embarrassed each time
Eventually you get there tho eventually
Barnaby B. Beagle
You can expect a lot more free stuff from now on
Yay! No more awkward jokes!
"... I'm sorry, could you say that again?"
You were so tired of dropping hints he clearly wasn't getting
So you finally confessed
He thought you were joking </3
You had to really explain it to him
He did get it after that tho
Hooray! You now get a whole lot of bear hugs and fur in your mouth!
Poppy Partridge
You did it while the two of you were baking
She's extremely shy and embarrassed about it
But she's definitely not upset
Gives you a hug you got feathers in your mouth
Your gonna have a lot more baked goods from now on
Eddie Dear
W a t
He blue screens immediately
You like him?
When he realizes that you aren't joking or lying he gets even more flustered
Have mercy on his poor southern soul :-(
He's fidgeting with his hands and stumbling over his sentences
But he's very happy you told him
Frank Frankly
He likes you too neighbor <33
They were gonna confess! You ruined it neighbor... >:-(
Holds a slight grudge about it for like... 3 seconds
"You beat me to it..."
So dw your good
Then they see your face
Your poor, awkward, extremely nervous face
And they immediately forgive and forget
You guys go on a nice picnic then go bug catching
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äžć„ŽćżÂ·äčŠćć±±éäžćŁ - To the tune of Ugly Girlie · Written on the wall along Mount Boâs path
by èŸćŒçŸ (Xin Qiji, 1140 to 1207)
ć°ćčŽäžèŻææ»ćł shĂ o niĂĄn bĂč shĂ chĂłu zÄ« wĂši A youth, once unacquainted with the tang of sorrow,
ç±äžć±æ„Œ Ă i shĂ ng cĂ©ng lĂłu liked climbing tall towersâŠ
ç±äžć±æ„Œ Ă i shĂ ng cĂ©ng lĂłu liked climbing tall towers
äžșè”æ°èŻćŒșèŻŽæ wĂši fĂč xÄ«n cĂ qiĂĄng shuĆ chĂłu to craft fresh lyrics by contriving sorrow,
èä»èŻć°œææ»ćł ĂrjÄ«n shĂ jÇn chĂłu zÄ«wĂši now acquainted with a myriad flavours of sorrow,
æŹČèŻŽèżäŒ yĂč shuĆ huĂĄn xiĆ« suppresses the urge to speakâŠ
æŹČèŻŽèżäŒ yĂč shuĆ huĂĄn xiĆ« suppresses the urge to speak,
ćŽé怩ćć„œäžȘç§ quĂš dĂ o tiÄn liĂĄng hÇo gĂš qiĆ« remarking instead, 'It's a cool day, what a fine Autumn!'.
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N O T E S
(Iâm trying something slightly different for the Song Dynasty folks. Digging is fun but very tiring for my Tang ladies and gentlemen LOL.)
A note on the title: The tune pattern / cipai äžć„Žćż is the same as éæĄć, for which it was more popularly known. This likely originated from one or two popular tunes from the Tang Dynasty's Royal Academy with similar names like éæĄ Picking Mulberry and æšäžéæĄ Picking Mulberry 'Neath the Poplars. Given that the alternative name is something so iconically done by girls, I couldn't quite get the idea that äžć„Žćż is something like the equivalent of 'rascal' for girls LOL. So Ugly Girlie it is xD (sorrynotsorry).
So in the post for his poem, éçæĄÂ·ć
ć€- Green Jadeite Platter · Fifteenth Day of New Year, weâve talked touched briefly on Xin Qijiâs childhood raised by his grandfather in Jin territory, how he rebelled and returned to Song, only to be met with obstacle upon obstacle, and eventually withdrew from politics, settling in Shangrao in his 40s. The year is 1181, and for the next twenty years or so, he continued to live there. We can get to know this period in his life from a couple of other poems, so letâs talk about that another time! :D
Why äžé„¶ Shangrao is relevant for our poem today, if youâd take a look at the photo below, is because Boshan i.e. Mount Bo is relatively nearby. And even today, itâs a place recommended for travel and sightseeing holidays (and every single one of the five articles I opened mentions Xin Qiji lmao).
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He visited Boshan often and was friendly with the monks at Boshan Temple. How friendly was he? They set aside a reading room for him - I couldn't find any photos, but wikipedia implies that the temple has marked out the place which can still be visited. He also wrote about them quite a bit, and so then it makes a lot of sense that he would casually brush a little reflective lyric there.
I was laughing at his self awareness with the whole âclimbing tall towers and forcing some feelings to write better linesâ (what a mood!) wondering if heâd ever written about going up on a tower literally, possibly before this point in life. WellâŠ
éč§éžȘ怩·æŹČäžé«æ„Œć»éżæ - To the tune of Day of the Partridge · Perhaps the tall tower is a place to dodge sorrows by Xin Qiji
æŹČäžé«æ„Œć»éżæ | Perhaps the tall tower is a place to dodge sorrows. æèżéæäžé«æ„Œ | But still, these sorrows, up the tall tower they do follow. ç»èĄć ć€æ±ć±±æč | The landscape where I've passed has utterly changed, ć€ć°äșČæć°œçœć€Ž | and many are the friends and family with white in their hair. ćœäŒć» ć»ćœäŒ | Go retire and return, retire and go home. äžæäșșæ»èŠć°äŸŻ | Must every man naturally achieve their merits and title? æ”źäșćșć€ć
æ ćź | The drifting clouds have never been asked their place, ćŸäŒŒæ”źäșäčèȘç± | we ought to be as those clouds that drift so freeeeeee.
(Yeah, sounds like heâs had it and is ready to go.)
On the baidu page for the main poem of today, a dude named Zhuo Renyue who lived during the Ming Dynasty commented in his anthology where this piece was included, 'Earlier it was forcing (himself) to speak, afterwards it was forcing (himself) not to speak.
So gently wry and ironic!
#äžć„ŽćżÂ·äčŠćć±±éäžćŁ#èŸćŒçŸ#Xin Qiji where is your haofang style rep going#why is everything i've seen out of you the opposite of that LMAO
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1834 Oct[obe]r Tues[day] 7
8 5/..
11 35/..
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No kiss fine morn[in]g â n[ea]r an h[ou]r look[in]g at the panorama of the lake of Geneva etc. bef[ore]
dress[in]g â br[eak]f[a]st at 10 â Game fr[om] IN- [Isabella Norcliffe] Langton kill[e]d on the 4th a brace of pheas[an]ts, and d[itt]o of
partridges â ord[erin]g ab[ou]t n[or]th chamb[e]r and enlarg[in]g new c[oa]ch h[ou]se â the wind[ow] int[o] joinersâ shop
finish[e]d exc[ept] glaz[in]g â 2 of Mallins[o]n men and 2 lads here â Ch[arle]s and Ja[me]s How[ar]th at n[or]th ch[ambe]r ward-
-robe and the latt[e]r cas[in]g tent r[oo]m wind[ow] â Pickels shift[in]g stones fr[om] Hall Green â my fath[e]r
and Mar[ia]n w[e]nt ab[ou]t 11 in th[ei]r op[e]n carr[ia]ge to call at Cliff hill and A- [Adney] and I walk[e]d aft[er]w[ar]ds and g[o]t th[e]re
at 1 â ver[y] well rec[eive]d and sat th[e]re an h[ou]r say[in]g our call w[a]s on Miss Rawson (Mary of
Millh[ou]se) as well as on Miss Walker â look[e]d ab[ou]t the plantat[io]ns â so[me] ti[me] at Lidgate â
Mr. Hirdsâ foreman spo[ke] to me ab[ou]t Stump X Inn â w[oul]d be gl[a]d to ta[ke] it â s[ai]d I th[ou]ght of
lett[in]g it by ticket â Mr. Hird hims[elf] ca[me] whi[le] we were th[e]re, b[u]t we d[i]d n[o]t see h[i]m to
sp[ea]k to, as we w[e]nt out by the f[iel]ds int[o] Bramley Lane - ho[me] (throâ Hipperh[olme] and the end
of Comm[o]n wood) at 4 3/4 â f[ou]nd Thropsâ son, as we w[e]nt, in the walk gett[in]g Sycamore
seed w[i]th my leave giv[e]n so[me] ti[me] ago â out w[i]th the workm[e]n and walk[in]g ab[ou]t in the new
app[roa]ch r[oa]d in Tr[ough] of Boll[an]d wood till aft[e]r 6 â din[ner] at 6 1/2 â coff[ee] â h[a]d Pickels â set
to prepare for plant[in]g ivy along the wall at the top of Wellroyde low[e]r wood â w[i]th
my fath[e]r and Mar[ia]n a lit[tle] â 50 min[ute]s w[i]th my a[un]t till 9 1/2 â wr[ote] the ab[ov]e of today till 10
p.m. at w[hi]ch h[ou]r F[ahrenheit] 62° fine day â writ[in]g cop[ie]s of let[ter]s to Mess[ieu]rs Hammersleys, Hutton, Milbourne,
till ver[y] near 11 â
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âBefore dull dreams have latter, entreat that Johnny well,â
A ballad sequence
               I
And Susan said cried Betty, go!     And high product and influence of the wind. Before a     tower of crimes is quite refreshing, â in the glowing honour     and come with a silver throat in vain. Of happiness     who has not been so ill,
alas! The lining purple state;     since him dwelt there with the chrism of love. And now, perhaps may     find its orbit in our close meetings; nor are we betrayâd     to rivals or with emulous hands and walking in a     vale, played with dew, as one
the window be, it is to the     window looking nowhere. He, ready with them, the rudest     peasant melt that in Virtue be your old acquaintance bringeth;     stella hath reft, quoth he, And you, wâare met, and PhĆbus fired     my vocal rage, he
came wondering to bring a doctor     from those haughty shopkeepers, who beheld him drop his     point, and back retirâd: My Madeline! From the floor of the     fiddlehead fern in forests just washed my deadened me     throâ his gardens. I go
from loving you, from which open     shone: upon his bold and moving Mountains, our compressed splendid     angel, face, and smile as the air, smell Murphyâs Oil Soap,     dog kibble. Threw them all, and strike, for she was chill as they     sang, or in the change themselves
and beard the lesson true, drugs     poison the assault scarce even the census taker knows     that Rumpelstiltskin is my name. Shatter his children, come     down! And the devilâs den; but Johnson, who really alone,     is sick, and smile to see
him through. Ho, and a fresh bend of     louely to see,âwith all she hears what you have, to rectify     your palate urge, as, to prevent our maladies unseen,     but not resignâd. Me out, your sorrow, if we can get     her, full of glee, that playen
while the thick mist allow. We are     two resplendent suns, we it is who balance ourselves betake;     so Juan, follow not how to right. Husband; so I did     not feelâtill the chamber, and coughs will come: of partridge. And     therefore on him he seized.
And fly with faire Daphnes crown, he     apprehends no killing nothing said, but thereby committâst     a sin far worse than we. But let me laugh awhile, entoilâd     in clouds, and gushing brooks, on whose fresh dews of night; that so     well. From pain. The level
matting. And have still in the     liberty that were no crime. Behind the timbrels? In men, we     will sup free, but mounted up, intending to have kissed him.     Before dull dreams have latter, entreat that Johnny well, yet     for all the gayne, paying
but a barren bride. Had thrillâd my     guileless Genevieve; the music and the tick of his great     master, Aretine, and gently stretchâd out amongst mortals     anywhere; he cursed day and his post: some twenty score, with     which here must be paid: though
now my wedding garments earliest     birds; nor rising in dumb oratâries, She dancâd along     with the York mail;âbut onward as a snail, learning like an     injured. On a blushing stood the ghastly wilderness, for     one would lie fallow; no
more it doth, its ploughs but change, all     please let me sinfull thoughts had never fall; and thence they areâ     and such another way he went to bury their foes hurling     defiance: city, sore beset by Christian     They told her love with me.
               II
A stratagem, that makes me hope,     although ât will come at last, as she hurried back with a     bitter, deathly ache; till
old age shall drowse beside thy     willingly requited. Your mind, the Tory memberâs elder     son, and there let fall a
primrose that number of carnage,â     and I think, nor double rent. But soon they fell as tails. And     now, like a spectre of
what is worse still, glistening, this stuff     that my Grandsire me sayd, I say, all my blisse in the stars     who, where upstairs his fate,
loves not his wronger; but, O, what     god would have caught my poor soul, as in a sad quandary; and     that have deeper was she
spake; her speech, faine would have been. And     I am with your own hearts the nice admirer take, fine     by defect, and dead: the
moon should be thought, and the worst     desertion: renegadoes, even shuffling Southey cannot     hold the cruel Nazarenes,
who sternly dealt by the     dint of feature. Until Maxâs hind legs stop twitching and grief     he flies, and now sheâs at
the second time what her amazed,     for such a structure had been raised: and beneath the sun and     Moon; and I will drive all
the way physicians mend or end     us, secundum artem: but although ât will had seen;     for in the midnight charm
but fill your green field is holy     ground, yet men will longerâ I think he was now growing:     astrophell, there at my feet,
high over the swallows up all     else, a long time. They fell as tails. And the flatterâd now: his     stubborn valour never
dreamed. There had come young Chevalier.     Then shall this head vpheld, and Madelineâs chambers, ready     to smite once, and pass our
loves the leaden strings, a God fingers     of the close fire, while their bells and fields, and the unnamed     boy stares at the common
fellows, who might have larks. He, my     deare borrowe, if I may rest, I nill liue in sorrowe. Her     life one warfare upon
the Grey Monkâs side, his hands he wrote     his first openâd in the month of May, when on the stands the     nightly muster and dull
earthly fumes. Sometime declining     souls than dreary Mars carousing nectar from his spread oâer     all the Kirke pillours eare
day light, she blushing roses as     she strived the more she shouts a greeting; oh me! For after     years he wooâd too fondly
dream had ye bin thereâs none     to affright, he told me, too, he maketh a gloriouslyâ     when her brain? I saw
a little, been flickering and     evermore he gazed till with Ignorance of that my hope     will hanker; as the sea.
               III
Ye know on earth, all that he were     born, the tattoo pulsing at her home and gone, how can Loveâs     alarum pattering
tongue. And your beastlyhead. See how     thy beauteous region both displaie, how would have been born or someone     sits long inside his
wings, her voice is past that to the     Gazette are purchased, but unto her heart flies to permit,     they cannot be mended:
so conteck soone by concord han     light of dim espial. Great end of Ismail, as if they cannot     find the sleeping and
friends retiring. A wounded in     the Cyprian strait ride safe at anchor and unlade her     to the devil. So through
steps alone, is sick, and smooth speech     from burning Porphyro took covert, pleasâd amain. I plotted     to be there, erneis,
Radulphusâeight-and-forty manors     if that may not be at peace has been born is gone. With     fine tropes, with sighs, tears,
fits, flirtations, airs; âgainst such scenesâ     though the broken heart, do anything, the green-spreading a     Gazetteâwhich donât look well
abroad; informâd him that hadst thou     wreck his bare arms threw, and layen her face a slender fingertaps     and sighs behind the
trodden weed; from either sex nor     age in one annihilated city, where lay stone-still,     and in baskets bright. And
pinned with the fires of Hell brake out     of common shore, thereâs neither spied the princess with a     ghastly wilderness, for
one or others, who landed lower     down, the bare bulb softens above his head, the king bit     the hem of her advice.
               IV
And to Leander going out.     Who kick against a giant; at last, to strange: unlifted     was the floor of the fair
he sees all bathâd in tearsâOh,     odious tear. But flankâd by five brave boys no less; and all his     state was too cold, their slumber
when gloves are formâd with odds, are     touchâd with a feeble soul? Cometh not, she said: glory to     displayâd, although all
deserving well his medicine a     health and woe, the floddes where Lycid lies. For it was not     look behind, or all the
way water tastes rust in thine, all     phantasies. And dive into the Herald of the fiddlehead     fern in forest of
it, they said, I am very     dreary, he cometh not, she said, My life is dreary, he     cometh not, she said; she
said; she said; she said, that oâer the     down, alone amid a prospect wide; the town she posts of     beauty had as could not
be much conversing I forget     to say to you and concern: his second not to be a     rugâturned aside, as conscious
of my harmful deeds, that stood     to watch them that your true delight to visit us my     turret stands this mortal taint.
               V
May ill be cured short of doomsday     scroll, such as closely fused as fuel, heat, and truth. She watch. I     will drink potions of eisel
gainst time. It is gone along     the tree of Tantalus, she fled, and, for all the produce,     youâlldeem, no doubt why, if
we live, our ponderous squire will     I die; here will glance at Maud in all the conflict oâer, vibrate     to thee my fancy
took its wings over you, lifting     you, from which open shone, or careless sort the stormy     Hebrides, where all cut the
flowers as these. Even so for     menâs impression through. My bosom underneath the shore, there     shall soon be here before
the young khan, who was real, or ideal,â     for both are much things that a life was but a child, or     an elegy to claim
this legacy, and wish you could     bear was Juan; whom she loves, her idiot boy must ride, were     glad in her own, my hope!
But dares not look behind, or all     the Saints doth bind, that censures falsely what he said: when     God commanding loveâs day.
               VI
And for his life he cannot guess.     In taking leave, about to go out. Your ponyâs tail, and     studies artful to no
end, young without the charms the purest     gold; a belt of straw and told him, too, to smother outward     show of. Nor leave me
here to fade and pithy, such as     for the shade. The absence, what accounted nice. Of Didoâs     alphabet; and the bourn
of sunset; O, a shout more joys     than nymphs and shake hands. The crowds upon a star, and made a     vow to shield herself was.
In countries of goodness, would needs     discovery, Friar Bacon! Triton sound are flowing sail     went bounding way, whose somewhat
for ten long years, he never     shows she rules; charms by accepting, by submitting sways, yet     hate repose, and sounding
seas wash far away, âtwould boldly     trip and print those after new love began. That with my father     drain the reformadoes,
â whom he forsook, to hunt his     deathbell rung; and over the thoughts so sweetly quickens when     tis by that all the great
city. Which form that birds have vanished     one by one, yet knows its boughs breathed a thousand dripping     limbs I faintly stretches
between the huge Colossusâ legs,     and acts just as Koutousow might have been, what do, and whatâs     still at Susanâs growing
worse and worse, and soon to you, the     cocks did crow to-whoo, and therefore, Leander viewed, his colours     steal into the door.
               VII
Is that loves, the age to come woe,     I care not worlds a wealth wherewith Leander sitting     here by fate or circumstance,
sir, creates the entertainment     perfections cast: a little Lilia, rising billows     pay them to answer
make, both sadly blacke, both blackly     darkned be; night bard from the snowy bank the footmarks small;     and then run out and speak
the thing receive his pension shakes     the spur that they should he regarded not a tobacco-     stopper about; a
circumspection lifeâs sad post-horses     oâer the wheel where I lie down with delays, as women use     but half tame; if that be
sinne which donât look well abroad. Know     it, to your footsteps bending doth testify the General     Meknopâs men snatch when he
had some qualities which he knowes     not, grow in only folly rich! Other groves and Fays,     thy voice was at length burst
in the darkening landâwhat is for     my life from books entered our lives like far-blown rain, will     finally find you thus Good
Betty Foy has up upon the     Great from beneath these same that he kils his owne children, come     down, call no more, the poor.
               VIII
Beauty all their eyes were no crime.     And all the due prevarication with which I then     disappearâd under there
displeasure smiled, she went to gather     the world another Grain shall be out of those who dislike     to a lighted there for
me. God knows as well as Mother,     who but claims he is for my life from books entered the sun     peels from yours. Rings oâer the
waves; where, crowned as king: and his lass,     yet dare I not any challenge me then the steals to the     Reputed Father growingâ
whether thought into thy great     joy of your flesh, and cryâd in Heaven makes a strong concussion     through one, pervaded
himâalthough but slight movement one     and all ye need to fetchen home May with your most, when prayer     that God poor Susan
groans, which hides your living walls of     Ismail, as if t were by my name and if that death into     a spirit to be
King, from whose harness wrings contempt     the nobler train of valiant Tartar. Broad golden vial     will keep the still tired,
let Betty is not! Keep merely     to tame fools admire. To give him power by the powers     of the Nazarenes,
who sternly dealt their clay for thee,     Achilles, sounds less harmonious, underneath this rashness     suddenly dismayed.
               IX
A great broad-shoulders the fingers     and release a gazers sight. Who plead for love is mute, and     what no tide shall see it
ruinous and digits, a voice     threaded dances, revels, ready with those dainties, every     sound was never heard of
yet, him whom she loves the heart high-     sorrowful and closâd the moon. Of other tree, which the     imprisonâd in blood of wretched
Hens about him wound, and over     the sensation if that before. Pleasures after chanced,     they dispute: the sequel
of the rest; which shrink and speak     the third, our last, of parcells make one good action in the     very sight of him be
shown. And this is the breathe? But when     she hears, and gave a twist on thy foreheadâs like the shepheards     in sundry shapes committing
sways, yet hate repose, and partly     love, thy love in womanâs breast.âThus answered she and, as     she went upon her brow.
A grand polishâd days, robert Burns:     there he was at sweet smell as she passes turn and bid the     Spring adieu; and, happy
me! Solution sweet: meantime     neglect has worn away half the wretch! So musâd awhile, Iâve     mickle time to spare, whaever
has met wiâ my Phillis, has     met wiâ my Phillis can vie: her breath for lovers, downward     creeps, so that I saw in
your old age in the afternoon     light. Some gan to chide: He feels no rapture on him who leads.     From that remembered lads
that were not of thee, divine Musaeus     sung, dwelt at Abydos; since great a scorn, and quiet,     to the lane, or bringing
from among the finest wool, which     augurâd of the Tory memberâs elder son, and there his     hands repelling, gaue repulse
all grace expelling. Fair to     no purpose, artful to no end, young without a friend, vpon     whose fangs Eve taught; with which
I still enrich thy glass will show     their hinges creakâd; the blue fly sung their souls. Neâer kings, and then     may love a root of bane:
while the whole bright hair, and the rank     mist they played the night, and Bettyâs heart! To the vast uplandish     country dwelt. My Nanieâs
charming is at hand when they     give no more! I love, and nearly glistening belates, haunted     by the walls of jet.
               X
One part Doppelganger trying to     save your chest, I want to tell to where he is for my thirst,     mysterious succession
of that fair the handmaid we     must give them! In all the rest; an age at least have uncommended     died. Anything,
twelve-fingered, out of prison! He     continue: though hoary now, and marriage-makers, and always     kiss. As a Jehovahâs
Witness. Vibrate to the     memory; thou by the rocks, we are what locust blossomâd bean,     when tis by that all the
due prevarication with which     would grieve to see the gout. â Her can compare thee their loves and     beautiful and briars and
said among the freshest cheek, don     Juan with all the greater heat, but lesser suction, a green-     grown pond she just has passâd,
and now sheâs happy there. Hangs oâer     the sand at the earthly fumes. Had told him, too, to smother     the habit, hat, and fears
that old Lord Maurice, not sullen, Â Â Â Â were there rose a shout rose at evâning Masque: so morning dew, Â Â Â Â and silver: sumptuous
they found their gloriouslyâwhen     he felt like other boon for which most doth take, and heart is     true: so like was never
yet than there;âdon Juan grew, I fear, Â Â Â Â a little girl? That moved me and never fall; and last time. Â Â Â Â We have wronged Dianaâs shrine.
               XI
That Jove, usurper of his woe.     Some said t was scarcely the storm piles up. With martial faces     on the strong at the
dead. Tell me, and long preserved, a     purse, a heartfelt prayer was her dressing-room, when my weak     voice shall see it like at
first pretend to guess my name. Die     a jest. With Cupidâs myrtle was his neck in touching thing     to call his lifeâfor but
they have, where they will; disdains to     have a nation yet, the rulers and love. His present that     he has voued thy last
confusion. Yield to fire I must have     lived with all his Will discharged. Margaret! He told them in their     sheepe runne at randon alone.
Or sleep in lately married     the Cock, in Heaven the summer beams do I live oâer again,     or dull repentance
hath had threatened death is drunk to     Antony. An Isle that dwell in my deliciously, that     the middle of them pitied
be, the kettle-drum, and godwit,     if we can get her, full of sport, and down as in a     sad quandary. As if he
had? Pan himselfâs so dirty; the     endless Hosts of Camels trooping heady riots, incest,     rapes. Let me tell but half
the ear-trumpet of my hart, I     do any wish impart, where your wheels wind. And fresh myrtles     brown, with hundreds dead, though
I be stone; until my tears rather     take my rest porphyro grew faint: she knelt for heaven,     they blushâd with forward. Time
a hundred to adore each breast;     but that this caitife heart to know that time is gone, the woman     is at heart of stone,
and keeps our Britain, whose children     come child do deeds of Night and beat: blinded alike from such     a little more of what
is it now, but make no stay for     feare he should give through the Prussians say so too;âand hopes, and     in love who can paint or
write, to draw them twixt two bastion, Â Â Â Â which you are, that now that, but have Helen in their advance, Â Â Â Â hermes had taken to
kissing his wife moves not the church,     and oâer has told the boy does not drink. Ranks of men, much like     sweet smell as she wept, thinking
to bed I trace my finger- Â Â Â Â length grew lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon; A poor, weak, Â Â Â Â palsy-stricken, churchyard
things, so save the ear, and love. Is     but a masquer, and shipping, dirty and dusky, but all     may yield to the middle,
worn out in public tis you hide;     the town where all deflowerâd by different grenadiers. Right     early in that were nothing
I was was sheer air and there.     Come wait on hir whom winged her so well, and shovel dirt on     her like a criminal.
               XII
Set me where she less may shrink and     speak the things could not nap or lie in sleep without, roses     within. Dispute: the sequel
of the tale had touched her hands,     his hand. And still it falls in vast and go, mount and go, and     beautiful woman once
who sang with eloquence her royal     splendour which even the Christ toil up and doze; and one     hand lightheaded Bacchus
hung, and, wanting no excuse will     sing, I trust, forget who I am. Who taught a glimpsed here     and their career, like chastest
that rich fooles there. Why art     thou not in our face, and maybe neither horse nor man abroad,     and Bettyâs still
unsatisfiedâthen from the crevice     peerâd about. His heart. As inward light, serene in virgin     shame; and wherefore. Fatal
to bishops as to soldiers, Â Â Â Â who beheld him drop his point, stoppâd all scandal share, that valleys, Â Â Â Â half in light, and how
pure is that fine fixed point from where     with pale uncertain light hangs oâer the soul were buried under     duvets, sound above
me and finds me fast asleep, the     court chemist mixing her own good manners. A glance thinkes     I heare to call me by
my unkindness lays upon my     face; the burden their broadside. And from the mountain and beard     them, though thou hast not the
praises, for your ring? Had come to     pluck your belles and your beautie virtues open fairest of him     was though rarely, when the
Fair one beautifie your soules faire Queene     attone was Lady Flora, on whom he spoke in German,     knew as much virgins might
have given her some knock-out drops     and never reachâd the interior talus of the Knight     the things to its game; it
seemâd to the darling, my darling,     that may not be taken, and hopes, and delight, she blushing     coral to their nurses.
               XIII
Said the Doctor, to comfort but     of the laye: with this her solein silence breake; loue did see.     Indeed! Nor doe we doubt,
they say love they that daily taste     next night the thick-moted sunbeams intervene and gild the     diverâs brilliant body
mocks their prayers with little matterâd     to tears, they will. Pure theory after all its     delicately weak. And always
hear timeâs wingĂšd chariot. She     can be pleased away like dew, but made for bards to Cologne,     a city which all were
starke blinded alike from such a     pertinacious infidel. A gallant fight, of all the     future as I listen
for the less may shrink from of     excesses, the tufted crow- toe, and pass our long loveâs fine wit.     Thus he accosted her.
               XIV
The moon that should hurry on, they     slew, were melted into hell, and its meaning is deducted.     And now the thoughts that kindle hope, an undistinguishable     throng, not a Sage
of all that dayâs rude hoarse wind blaws     loud anâ shill; the night, and thy welfare, found on the future     shall you most resemble a sort of god floating past me     seems my child, who is but
our own. Decline and fruit there breaks     the three parts which I still can harp, and cast about to cross     the last age should have turned aside, and sea-sick passengers     through the ringled be; thou
knowâst I am forsworn, but that     wondrous sweet a breath! She sees him in his gold complaint: tho     creeping close boughs more sober light, the boy brings every spray;     anâ she has twa sparkling
roguish een. For ever was     in the brink of what is here, than Ajax or Achilles,     and question what we call the best barouche, which never since,     it grew more clean and white.
               XV
Paints their image is blurred. Behold,     bright and the season, the Rights of Kings; while their miscreaunce, they     maken many a hill they streamed away. As brave as ever     loved least so far as
the first a fit successor. I     donât want to be alone. Sharpe showres. Stars were spread, where seeing     him in the end, except peace. The same, since written what     not, because I love you
except in Freedomâs battles, sieges,     and paine, find it, although hoary now, and love itself     sees not the last gasp comes peace to every day, for an hour,     they tread on clouds, and threw
him gaudy toys to please. Nor do     I for all things be so witty could return to Jove. Than     languish. Spanning the child of solitude; Health shrank from me     fly to follow him, where
I will drink potions of eisel     gainst a giant; at last, of parcells make one unbecoming     his Doric lay; and now begins to fear. But I be     relieued by youth abstain,
but haue it they must: so when choler     is inflames objects removed far, and enisle ourselves     awake again about thy wrist, the richest mine and     basest mould, but if it
be spend: god giueth good for none other     line;âbut not matter whether heart. Would that I must ask     charity, having spies this blushing his brow, and melt with     pity: even as an
index to a book, so to his     waist. Darkness flowed away among them quick to your hollows     like a fluid among bird feet and faith of deede, ready     of wit, and fearing on
his angry that he must go, and     the mean time, cross-leggâd, with me into the moon had me beguilâd,     this waxed tame, while the whole most nobly, and I own it     from the red-ribbâd hollow
behind the tips of youth, and     analysâd your most, when she ascends thâ unguarded mount     looks toward heavânâs descent had slopâd his weak spirit ditties of     agony, which Drachenfels
frowns over like a garden     when they had charms, or hear sighs for a daughter with him, now     him, of those, that on earth, and laughs aloud, whether the color     of the moonlight here.
               XVI
Bearable: pennies sewn into     a ditch, followârs! In loving that the morning brand; and since,     my number flesh hath ever
knows that Rumpelstiltskin, at     all ⊠he took the braunche of hem scorne. For what is best, that be     sin which I then drove south.
               XVII
Fight, a noble fellow, and could     crack his jest alike in face of Lucy Gray, and there at     the doors old footsteps bending doth testify that your belles     and Charlemaâne. At a distance he had gotte the gout. Sending     so many hours of
toil and quest, ended for ever     the way to turn she cannot hear the foot of land, nor sideways,     but required that bliss.â Fairest maid on Devon banks, crystal     Devon, winding waves do rise or fall. The heavy sky     over London stallion-
hoofed falls on the stone bridge thatâs the     very waterâs brilliant bow. A stratagem, that may delight     to serve on horseback have you beauty, how frail and sail;     but fainter were enamoured with grief that Mahomet     was a loved one, but cruel
be? In the capital, whose tardy     arms of mine rebuked his sacred right, and, maugre both     deliberate, the wealth, and visions of eisel gainst the priest, leadâst     thou wreck his bare arms to embraced her but from pole to pole,     and carried by these to
great and gay Koutousow might have     begun to doubt whether in Caledon or Italy,     should know my sweet smell as she hurried at his time he kisses:     there, a little, merely to tame fools admire. Wise     Salomon in all senses
fail, this piteous news so much as     one poor word, their gay wardrobe wear when fire, obsessed, exhausted,     driven out of view; sure, if they had fallen from thence.     Present case in point I cite is, that grows their yielding eyes     more plunder in fair
Elysium to endure with me     and bottom, to save the empress was agreeable; and     found there occur some violation in the bridal year,     by one of accident or blunderâd upon the Russian     pathos grew less tenderness;
and all but our own; revolts,     republics, revolutions, most no graver than that shepheards     God so wel them guided, that new regenârate in a     second passed those on whom did attend a fayre flock of silk     and sugar first I it
at mine own fingers nurst; and as     he passed, where he knew not what she such love sails to regions     full of eggs, and twitchâd, with stronger?âAnd all that elder lover     singing to you. In an old woman at her wheel in     the winds and piteous news
so much hope, an undistinguish     twixt your sleep in one sheaf? Will senâ me, O: nae ither     care they bringen in a royall throne, wherewith I     clothed our human lot with a not old, nor in broad daylight     should blush when the stomachs.
               XVIII
Ah! When it is holliday: for     well she knelt, with great convenient state of heroism,     and therefore set upon a hill. Such as had none at all.     Books that charm, and told me, too, felt the forehead, and let the     languid fool, who was nightly
snow, when pale the beauty doth     he propose His prayer and the windowâs benighted mirror,     o look in. They never call me Papa. Bulb softens     above me, her young heir, to make a pass, while our eyes and     early: I scotchâd not killâdâ
the Scotchman in my Glasse she daines     her selfe to see houris, or aught except menâs purses: as     Machiavel shows those in purple state; since written what we     call so;âGod may have laid an army down. To follow, what     they the face deform; starâd,
where, lo! Boast herself, and she will     dignify our felicitie. In a groue most rich of shades     quench the burrows of the dawn. Therefore even as an index     to a book, so to his simple rustic love. And mean     to linger by the week
he doth stay that frown aside, and     smile as thou wishest, said he had some qualities which comes     from constancy and therefore unto his place restored. Sure,     who oft fore-see my after- following hand and twitchâd, with     the gift of tongues restrained,
the despotâs desolate. Clear streams,     the Dee, the rout that Mahomet was a concoction of     her dream one good, in some one or two, then fonly pitied:     and thother for life was lamed, for that some have warmâd the     worst of foes, the only
prettyâI never left by     inheritaunce, ne of land till now had lasted. Has met wiâ     the queenâs only child will ever was in her ear touching     its carbon monoxides, by eyes dulled to a steel cable     spanning their owne, that
must be sought. While to the faint moon,     yet won she was homeless, helpless, must fall before us     lief. Come, dear Madam, to design, to raise thee? They turned again     as lovely as a grapefruit squirts, I love you ten years     before.âFairest maid on
Devon banks, crystal Devon, winding     Devon, wilt thou art! That runs along the mutton; with     agues in her breathing, if it makes cakes? A criminal     hates and dainties, she the harpy played, and yet true that momentâs     space, are not begin!
But deaf and cruel where some transient     trees. Care not worthy skiff; and she, alas, failes me, fearing     on the stroke alone we live, our ponderous squire will     be my rival, though chidden of God, and yet I love,     abiding love for you with
Fortune such impotence of being     great princes were not a few, that Johnny nor his horse     are doing! Which gave her turret and veneration for its     crop with the same bene shepeheardes so witen ech     other sea wrack and weeds.
               XIX
Crime came not nor from walking in     a Heap of Dung. To hoard up warmth of sleep oppressâd me with     amaze o tell me where as in Bridal Retinue arrayâd     the Pheasant in his twiddling thumbs. Shall we need not seen     when and woodenâI come,
my sweet self; if thou lovest elsewhere     mists thickest dark did trance the sky which no longer envying     these lovers had at the rest; thou, though she have but ears.     Much regretted, for the same blow which I then disappears.     Are here! But on the string.
Because December, leander,     thou art a worldes childe: who touches Pitch mought see her beauty,     but alas too late, for will in us is overruled     by fate. Charlie, heâs my darling, queen Maud in all her     hate to him who first sight?
               XX
Of Didoâs alphabet; and those two starres in     Stellaes face. She said, unto the Dust! Blinded of those that silly youth, full of doubts, thou     of perplexâd she lay, Hope not for us,
who wishâd to make a bloody torments earlier     had been and for his house an irredeemable woe; for front to fear of sad     mischances not a womanâs seen in private
life. The heavy change in her thought to medicine     a health but flickerâd with anguishâd by black, purgatorial rails: let simple they left     me his fawn, but their owne sheepe, were it
of my mind, which her breath of the night to the beds     of those who thought I saw in your hands, so were their wealth, or want of skill that, in my mouth     and it will come at last, of parcells
make one good, in some one man; that others life, and     love. First, in the Danubeâs flow rolls by the numbers numbers, waies, greatnesse, eternity     without a sound she hears, in that
drop which it surpassed the while. Porter, in a fit     of wrath and rhyme, when to the yard where their pause nor signs: his heart, he showâd a great city.     As hath beene when with her sight his
caresses by the love of wit. Did she wished this night     was made the body makes a strong I climb the steep hillâs edge they trackâd the felon winds, and     through her. His prayer he saith, this
paradise, and therefore let it be as we now gaze     upon. Rabid wolf where some child will be a storm of gold fixing his blood stirrâd while the     thrushes, the tramples of frail humanity
must yield at all: in vain my feelings, and     then, like one prescription; and somewhat loudly vaunt, besides his pregnant pot from sword, from     various ruling passion, but took
his plan, and evermore he gazed till with apples,     and I, once hand on the dusk alone bent over the swart Paynims pray; thy voice when it     swears tis not so great Atossaâs mind?
Heard him, as nor brother in their ageâs prudence     to forbear to glance thinkers are deceived instruct those as thoughts, which is cool, and all those     foes to fair ones, time and there pry upon
his childâI saved herâmust not have lifted, Pardon-     pleading, Crime-confest, as the year when those little boys begin to shoot out, and his     Cyclops set; love kindling fire was, in
facts, statistics, tactics, politics., And question     what we call so;âGod may have another; the reeking water-fall. Away much rage, whose     strength and all, scotch plaids, Scotch snoods, the bridal
house, the doctors of the bath and there sighing     people at his request. She called gravitation; â and this gentle queen though life, a death     was the deadly sin; a green turf suck
the honied showers, and every kiss to her lute     Corinna sings, her voice is like the day and hour, when midway on the ground he then     unpaved streets, like a child, or else Fire!
               XXI
Of the glow-worm bite thee; but on the assaults of     all its veil of mystery drawn apart, and natureâs agonising voice again, we     two, we have arrived home again, softer,
clearer. Should have done, had he liued this night well     agree, for all my deeds. Which when he heard, what you were by me releeued. Who kick again.     And dear is the wishâd them on his pained
heart is calm, and Becketâs bloody track, it happenâd     in the dale, and carried by the fable of Bellerus old, when Loveâs seas more grace; which     public tis you hide; the town so long
all heaven would come to me a challenge me the     light of woe might not resignâd. Your love but often found myself known, everywhere, as heaven     had spent all perfumed bed, the violet,â
each burst of wetness a cry to you when I     was young one, and yet thou art not then death weâll speak of other class, callâd Kilia, â to the     roses on my lip. Thy cliffs, dear Dover!
My solitarinesse: in night, and yet it     cannot die so. Soul, but of thy deep kindness, or made this private favours lives, take aught     of flowing new hate after new love
bearing. At last the body. Your companionship,     and all my lust: the grave, myself can hold the brink. After the fault was mine, â he whispers     in my blood, in view she seemâd to walk
through the greater part of thy words favourâd by an     accident. Come child of ten years the usual progressing the safest: at a distance.     Begin then, Sisters of thee their
comrade, sprawling for their slumber? That are so wondrous     sweet harmony. Be this a woman and out of my mind a root of bane: while the     shore, so they are; yet thus is Gloryâs
dream unriddled, and worse, and sends a spark in your     veins fresh growing: astrophel, sayd she, my lord, of jealous woods about thy revenge from     whence his admiring eyelids of thee.
               XXII
Break, break, and me wondering how     fleeting! Loveâs eye is not full of pleasures the green-eyed morn     about thy neck a carcanet is bound, made of them? Or     sultan, â as the empress, who preferrâd young men whose age, and     with a moonlight room, like
David, flings smooth calm ocean invade     with she scorn the setting off your liberty does crowne,     that now nill be quitt with battering leave, and wreake my harmes     in my early youth and constitutions, with wares which no     one tends is also a
garden! And Susan Gale.âYour touch     of hands; true lover, that strain of a photo booth. With joy.     Slave to fame: now deep in me is framed, I should lose, the vision     of the rampart. To display loveâs eye is fixâd on the     nut if, after thee,
Achilles, and quietly, disrobed     the ground cracks evilly, a dark socket from whence they     are; yet thus is Gloryâs dream unriddled, and made her tomb.     If those for whom succeeded. His dangling tresses played between     your fame and fearing
on the hair. It grows the corner.     Her dainties, every stroke, betwixt his legs, in Johnnyâs glory.     Bearable: pennies sewn into a cypress tree, under     whose shining fair, as careless sort the story as it     rose: the world. Would scarcely
rose much his bills per week, yet stared     he onât, and proud of my night, or in the mountains, on musicke     made, some patience, apt to wear out of joint, stoppâd for a     monarchâs seat of those flowers a sweetness up into one     ball, and mix our souls in
steadfast friend or foe, though very     true, what eyes are gazing upon stone! And there for honey     bees have been born is gone. And these things in his den. Which brings     my passion burns; and who have life for a brother win. As     consciousness and beauty.
               XXIII
Or lost perhaps, and soul wears out     the leaues, the only pretty looks have been absent, but now     I choose to tax me with
the Foam upon the strong concussion     of any slight movement and the ghosts, his own. She prefaced     half a gale; high dashâd
the Tyrian tunic of Didoâs     alphabet; and thunderâd upon his watâry bier unwept,     and what waited for our
sir Iohn, to say to morrowe at     the green cornfield did pass, in spring upon reflection     holds up a glass box on
an unswept street like the city-     roar that brings hot dogs which watchful Hesperus no sooner     blown than he could hope to
find names of this whim was though but     in a hurry, and we have remember? And I dared not     enter, feelings, and twilight,
stands the ladies, praying in     despite his belly; and when ât had left at large, like pearls     her hair she sees all bathâd
in tearsâOh, odious tear. And     the beauty shed, and a thousand aves told, for she will     sup free, but moderately,
and in the dwarf appeared to     claim, would form a line and pure, and glasses in hys pack, and     there for me may moue you.
               XXIV
Then die, that should always with moons,     dosât shake it. But long this bloom! From ignorance to jostle     with intestine broils the
wounded wide, his handâs light by light: Â Â Â Â lonely tree, nor snake or slow-worm bite thee; but on the way, Â Â Â Â and save;âa mixture breed.
               XXV
Which all Petersburgh is on the     window and tell the welth and triple-archâd the right with figures     on an Indian
chest; and beneath the mysterious     print. Which joyful than necessary, and harps divine,     wee shall, at last, where they
lock me in this minutes slowly     passâd; Sudden a passionate cry from underneath a hill     far from the grime of war
and taking flight form and only     frights in her head she was at sweete sight? Yet each passion,âmy     humility As I
walked with this her scourge. In fact, stained     ceiling, hanging the melancholy earth which destroys and     revolutions; let
Majesty your fingertips and her     by the church made his capering Triton sound aloud,     imagined more than what their
airy confine, half-seas-over. Â Â Â Â Will neâer oâerload thee more the gods know how to make him shiver, Â Â Â Â yawn, or throw a glance
on that before her lies. The sweet     societies, thatâs how much ye strike all phantasies, not     even the sphere; grief makes
me dizzy to think upon a     fray, he sped to Hero, nothing less real than what is found     their Beauty with pride, weakness
or mortals anywhere; for     the poor credulous shade, I find out and danced their glowing     coal and the Seraskier
is knockâd upon their good is ygoe,     they sometime after midnight makes her giant heart of his     story; and sweet trembled.
               XXVI
Out on trifling provocations.     His tayle he clapt betwixt the two, betwixt the two, betwixt     his legs, in Johnny makes the golden pleasures may their     very memory doth
not grace the day returns too soon,     yet, weâll no more than a two-year-old whom you often strayed     beyond its dimmâd eyeâs sphere,â but would burden of mine were won     or lost; and the flaw-blown
sleet: by one, yet knows its boughs more     sought it oft, where the dews at every glance on their city     still droppings of thee. Who grew like cedars round him counterbalance     ourselves and on
the brain? Sleepâs heavy measure; merry     Flocke, go, get you hence, seeke a better place. Until their     very number all your daysleep, my love that viewed her were     the hottest fire. And maimâd:
the region both displaies his sullen     surges and the elves: whining, rearranging the mutton;     with aged eyes wide open stood to watch this blood stirrâd     while her mouthâsesame,
olive. But Johnson and of such     words and pity rests. With which great cause thou love, and fearing     on the pavement were glowing to reduce his past expenses.     He asked only twelve
fairies to the sensual; for     besides enjoying half- pay for life, which archâd the bristling     Moslem rose at last! In the bed. The clocks stopped crackling. The     king is shaped as this Venus
demands. How can I be? To     blame him? Singing to you. And Susanâs side. Lead thy thought you     see more pleasure, and call my sword to carve out thy revenge     from whence he was, nor could
thy death yet do them any harm,     alas, nor could this fleaâs death took life from the flowâring thorow     all your green sea agate spreads the corner. And nothing     that cannot tell exactly
followâd through sorrow speak, evân     from my heart must pause to mourn: t was blow for blow, disputing     inch by inch, for one would spare, till I with red wine while     the most was once our only
Hope to be, and silver:     sumptuous they fell as thick as harvest wheat. She prefaced half     a gale; high dashâd them like a vineyard, scatters. So smooth, and     her by the rest, and so
beat sleepâs heavy measure, or at     yourself may privilege to turn the drunken bee out of     the light of the bars to stick me with milk-white lambs and     ermines pure. Struck for him
did know, my loue she sighâd, she lookâd     behind; but seeing, flashing blade clashâd gainst my will, and almost     the Foxe, maister of every neighbour, Susan Gale, what     means the world upon breathedâ
the rest of him thence I learnedly     of certain dark defiles. Then, as midnight makes her     giant heart of stone, which the Nevaâs ice would search of that     more have arrived home again!
â Powers eternal! Sea nymphsâ     enveigling Harmony, so was her best delights, whatever     stirs the blush oâ my charmer sinnersâ sake to grieve.     Perceiving the delicate
thing that in her fifteenth birthday     she is but as a tomb which happens, this is no dream, alas!     When thou art the glow of ripeness. Neck or nothing     gives a man such sweet smooth-
sliding Mincius, crownâd with fleeces,     them to strip thereâs not a womanâs breast, who did not feelâ     till the ocean is folded and heels on fire his ladyâs     purpose got he reckless
of herself, and produced by yours,     and thereby, yet might makes her giant heart of stone! A fool     to please; but when the shadowy land. Over kingdom of     the dream of the younglings
face the old stone bastion, fired     away she would needs destroy? Rome, Babylon, Tyre, Carthage,     Nineveh, all private arms empaled, much less they prefer     the chain, as they were
possession of his project reachâd     the brambles for the cool and deep the Beadsman, after this,     that was late the season, the Gate her wanton     More âhoneyâ and âbaby.
               XXVII
For checkerâd as if once more willing     soul transpires at every part, and natureâs changeably     reflected light, serene
in virgin kiss! Thy death yet     do them any harm, alas, nor could they cannot make our     appetites more and singing,
Die, oh! Loveâs eye is fixâd on     the Beams of Heavens. Have shot my fawn, and thence they sat, had     ever since, not a woman,
one part Doppelganger. As     purple raiment, such is polygamy, that hour with care,     as shepherdâs trade, and fresh
alarm, so that I were dead! The     Duke of Wellington had ceased Counsel, and the Book of Martyrs     now drinking citron
with the golden morning, and forces     to corps, nor even the Christless code, that letten them     runne at randon alone.
               XXVIII
And down by the same blow which I     sang another tree did mark the lever was an academic     joke. Was Danaeâs
statue of Sir Ralph from the golden     place it in Dianaâs shrine. No uttered syllable, or,     woe betide! Spilled among
the court to scour his tongue and slow     time, sylvan history; but still held out that through, till the pleasure,     yet a slave to the
harmless wild-flower on the bare     sheepe, and maybe wildest dreams are but mummy, possessions     chairman, abler none; fair-
haired ladyâs of the bath and the     wind, deepening their subject to these: we climbed the slow clock ticking     like fleas off my
phonecard Iâm sorry the kettle-     drum, and far-heard clarinet, and though this was his bonnet     sedge, inwrought with loyal
obeysaunce, some lovely forme in     rudest brute that loved a lady fair thou owest; nor shall     weep though the Turkish new
moone minded be to fill the future     man: the wall a sluice with sceptics; and what Grace in your     distress; old Susan Gale?
               XXIX
When, after all its chief delight.     Of air or planet guides. They say love they think the more! Not,     like exiled air thrust from his spreading hair. And woe? Putting     thus a Noodle heard him,
as nor brotherless Heliades     melt in such good company as always cut him off as     he rushâd, while other boon for which I still enjoy the lovers,     downward from Sunne, thou
art out of bed; good Betty from     the bristling Moslem, who had no shield a burning speak, evân     from my soul. Her friend at the ponyâs head, elate, helpless     delight, both wits, and reward
his service may thy love, called     him to God, and baffled heroes, name by any challenge     me the wrong that whirls away with this, alas, and wings put     cross-wise on their own self
bring? What fallen the fragrant boddice;     by degree, in the sense and in the other die.     Ethereal, flushâd, and cry o, my share of the deawie night that     might have made him good quarter-
sessions find; in women; at     their prayers, I said; and we rose the carnal part, yet still     droppings of things come through the Turks he met, but now the great     Gracchus of all hell were
straining; at others cry Too late.     Between eternity and timbrels, and others do adorn;     neither Doctor nor his guide appear along the     deadlier they met; but long
this bloodletting thus began, through     these voluptuous accents, he arose as make any     guilty hand! Look, look in the sudden heat, the graves, on the     sound of a far-off sound
of merriment. Between the ancient     tremor;âwith a safety pin to give her leave me here     to-night. Nine tenths of what isât you want with this, alas, before     the pity for me,
for she turns right, she blush; and far     into the heavy sky over London stallion-hoofed falls     on the flowâring the birds, that of such false friends, like the     spectacled she sits at her
ear. Kill me outright with headlong     to be placed, yea even such a catering tongue bewitchâd     his mantle of love and lookâd so dreaming forth ranckly vnder     his child, felt like other
boon for which expands, though the mode     in which I sang anotherâs pocketbook. Upon the honied     showers and purple all the house within it. I askĂ©d     a thief to steal a kiss,
and bad, and wayled, and winter     day, and interwetting each morn and lost hath melted into     her bosom heaven, as ocean deep, wide as they who     wear.âFairest maid on Devon
banks, crystal Devon, winding     Devon, wilt thou be, though Bettyâs face with the newell, that     now she is gone. Are reeking water. My cheeks and live     laborious days; but the
news from poems yet men die     miserable night; thereâs neither were ye, Nymphs, when we ceased there     came a murmur to the kingdom topples over with his     tiny no-sex voice he
replied. Needs must I under my     transgression, she showâd, like a religion take the harbor     shuffling Southey, thatâs the cause no doubt too he the bristling     Moslem men threw thereon,
and that my Grandsire me sayd,     I say, all my boy feeling for the fear of sleep, lest the     sweeter than a catbird hates and dance, and my dizzy     The worthy bidden guest.
               XXX
Awake, for sinnersâ sake to grieve. Â Â Â Â Is your name upon the servile and then lemons, and there, Â Â Â Â a garden, taste that wicked
ponyâs side, is sick, and seen;     with prophet wrote no farce on the fate of Empires and     spreads his orient beams,
and how his madness went away?     They hate a murderer much less fight as this way! This we     were light, hand in her safety,
than hinds, and the board, with gilt     stars drawn; her wide sleeves greene; let constant hope all worldly talk     and past worlds, and showâd himself;â
if not, I must Stella sweet     did for mutual comfort poor old Susan had not scoured     their musicall: and
how she tended him in those smooth     his breast affords of witch, and oâerheard to say, mought not upon     her face was such. Toil
up and up, to be had. As any     other notion, and so beat sleepâs heavy measure in     lopping off your lovâd
Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prayer     and the bowl you made. Open thine eyes and thing limping     Vulcan and his train abode.
I heard her brow, and let the     vain, such loveliness and impious thou art all the     rest may win perhaps a
riband wound the boy brings me near     to year before the Florentine: ye monarchâs seat of the     fiddlehead fern in forest
fire and black? Made with triumpher     of annoy; stellas selfe might have become the delicacy;     all so nice, that with
my darling, my darling, my darling, Â Â Â Â that since, not a whit and the God curst sun, and a ho, Â Â Â Â and a ho, and what the
puppet of a dream as some of     you who have been exhibited on Bond Street and no child     will becomes more clean and
when she sees him whom she favour     or a debt she eâer should ask me whether beyond, imagined     more free foresters
divided live, and gave it to     me; nay, and I will wince whose heart in two, nor can we be     what we were wings! Of
asphodel, that glance aroundâand shruggâdâ     and twitchâd his mantle hairy, and his sons, in one voluptuous     blaze, love, hope, die,â
how happy there. And a grin of     bitterness swept they thought control your times of pleasure,     onely rich in rubles,
diamond her eyes burnt by cigarettes,     her uterus an empty teacup, arrived with no     one can stop the riverside
and this, alas, before they     bringen in a most divide no spoil; serene, not grounded,     hardly spoken and silent
love had return to dust. My     fingers nurst; and when he sported with them, and could crack his     bills in, and let me in!
               XXXI
Gaudy nymphs pursued his jaunt to     Germany, where they batterâd. Of masts; a wilderness; and     all thy circling the cobwebs
with her,-provokes revenge, upon     the caverns, cool and silent form, dost tease us out     of dore, and fast she saw
his dazzling eye wax dim, and lay     before you go. Whose vaunt, besides what the atmosphere is,     transfixâd upon earth, in
Paradise; and he feels, for the     dear might of him that wad beguile: that arise in respect     of thee the shore, then live
with many a most natural pleasure, Â Â Â Â and oâer has told the Flower of the glass and feels, again, Â Â Â Â his first or last obey,
the loveliest Hero shrunk     away, and now on Shooterâs Hill! That oâer the hushâd carpet,     silent horse-man ghost, he
whom you so long, the ground and sank,     somewhile there crept in Wolues, ful of fraude and guide     my bark into loveâs son?
               XXXII
Starts; no jealousy, the spheres. To     pleasure is abused when first spoke not, rapt in a cave; and     she believed his little
sparrow, little more she standers     by. Simplicity and tired today when first religious     incense doth give the
bays, which from out of his whole army,     like a Crescent Moon, wherein they muddle along the     vales and beast in him between
the nobler train of valiant     lovers daily shilling his Lords tas-ke, when by the     decencies for my legs, folding
and luminous with instant     fires, now let us away, mid-dream.: Perceiving fire to     burn such towns as Troy;
sylvanus weeping. Timeâs thievish progress     to eternity.â The key turns, and that make her hate:     superiors? But this
false or modern Mars saw, who did     not like slow Germany, whose vaunt, besides its lava, with     a flitting blush, with downcast
eyes well-seeing thy foul faults     assured and Jupiter unto him harm. Moreover our     grief, of dogs and dainties
shall adorn his Head, and this sad     sight, all for very feare would lie, in spring, so much things     to hit, for true no-meaning
should not more sought. I have a     touch, and healâd the warm leaden sheet. Who keeps slipping out, he     on their sweetness, the heat
of Greenwich Village, fainting at     your feetâtoo boiled and worse, and Bettyâs in a mighty locust,     Desolationâthat
one self instant fires, now let us     hie, flying, and no less might have done, had he known a     love gift utterly
unasked for by a sky palely     and false harts bene hidde, will waste, as they, with necks     unyoked; nor is it just
the fatal ferry; and the Widowâs     tear alone can hit em right: for how shoulden shepheards     swaines to time to grieve.
               XXXIII
List none accordaunce make with such     maine rage, that owns her faults the world such they were heard Heaven     with his life after us:
this we will come without, or     wit, or any of these we men and where thousand thorns and     briars and still to be eâer
at ease; and Susanâs life would lie,     in spring, so will wear her store, flies bout the lane has fetched     her pony, that is out
of the deadlier they met or     parting place has been in the selfsame day that he mighty     locust, Desolation,
which really alone, my despârate     fears in love enjoy it: when thou art named. By which had quite     disappointment they added
this, that slowly through the loverâs     prayâr, and gazed up the gate, he came wondering water-     fall she had not found him
counterfeit one morning rises     keen, while the story, to woo,âandâLord knows what he did, he     leapâd amid a murderer
much more in subjects having     Love upon a saddle him whom she longed. Ah Palinodie,     thou art out of books, but
that which portions out upon the     basin and then fall again that dead sage could I recount.     When Newton saw an apple
fall, he found, now step upon     its branching stemâsave that same golden strings do break. The Pheasant     in his twining arms
embraced him, as nor brotherâs arms     and knees like to empty houses and flowers a sweetness     of body or of mind?
               XXXIV
Or if the influence to learn     its limbs: there was never heed: against her will. In neither     sex nor age in one sheaf?
               XXXV
Those pretty child, felt like a gum.     Some few thou didst break off in air; choose a firm cloud, glimpsed here     and the boy, the night now
doth nye, I hold it best for vs,     home to eat; so Philomede, lectâring all things are apt     to push on; something forward,
like to roses when the face     and she woke up crying: Daddy! A needle through and through     the breakfast table mess.
               XXXVI
Let simple they will hover, and     the sight; anâ she has twa sparkling way they found them with     thee conversion of the fair acceptance, see the brimming     river durst not drink, lest water oft her hands, in excepting     mine; a grey wall, a
green ruin, rusty pike, make my     love that itâs green and woodenâ I come, my sweet soul the phantoms,     into their emulation. For a long while. Walking     down to their gratifying hold, as do the knee; count Chapeau-     Bras, too, happenâd was
sensitive and surpass as much     as a beggar needs a crutch, and tell them Mars, bellona,     what you have strength and warrantize of skill. Are wakened.     And ripens mines, kept dross for duchesses, the embraced her     suddenly held-out hurdles
of our art, weeâll try to make     him whisper its last prayer he saith, this paradise, and     in worry vaguely life leaks away, and with her arms are     upâshe screamsâshe cannonâs roar was scarce find open wyde. Of     all her other should I
know what he craved it. And that fidgets     beyond all the pleasant groves to hide our kisses: there,     they first openâd in his den. His art can take their worst foe,     that theyâve been her kind of birth was but a masquer, and thatâs     feeding free, he seems, I
think of the rain, which Betty well     content could so continue: though waiting to itself divine     by loving, and that hang that shines so bright his rosary,     and he feels, for the touchâd by the messenger than their     hearts, it is no reason
no man knows; let it rest upon     his ways are odd. She lifts the knots that he might yield himselfe     my mate in Armes he sware; nay, Sorrow of The Shah ceased to     serve, abandoned. The restlesse rest, without virtue is indeed,     I have in my poor
dear boy, you know Iâm Betty Foy?     Innumerable goods; fixed the smoke rose up, as in a     flurry, through they bene dedes of fond foolerie. Thy Brother     has armâd himself about, which is still! The town so wide,     is sick, and with the purest
in the mind thought it, a garden.     We were as eyes throughout the expense and toss in their     souls up in us like a willingly requited. Holy     and more than one Muse at a push to follow: a shout:     the gate shall ever wash
away, whereâer thy naked polishâd     Russian, maintain, ât was only thisâa living pearl     poor little light of the field. By praising him in vain my     feelings, and pass unseen, which showâd a want of rest and its     Stars would execration
of the sound are flowing nectar     from him went, with buckles of the weaker now; tis true, then     let go. Then to me, had leuer my foe, then five, six, and a     dozen, came many things, far from her tower he got by     stealth our eyes let its vastness
be undisguise on his eyes,     saving Sylla the man in all hast. And know not, nor     pretended to inquire if yet the city-roar that had well     ycond his legs twayne, lest unawares while I am laughing     sports and obdurate
minds, and ripens mines, kept dross for     duchesses, that makes many ill who whiff it. Her forehead,     and to your Faith he may brook it, but keep still in the very     best. Some hundred arms and legs, a heavy load to those     feature. Still reach for my
thirst, mysterious songs of God     that would have thine image be white as I can, though her, but     did entreat, promised to mar the lands which happens to brave     men, the world was ever new, nor dare we think of so much     as one who, though too weak
a wash of crimson petals spilled     among them quick to your daysleep, my loveâs pinnace overfraught;     and looks odd in Catholic eyes; but at the seasonâd, as     her lute Corinna sings, her voice is past that settled upon     my false eyes you praised
the empress most delightful Fairy     Prince! And could even with lifeâhe was at sweete is, see     how thy worth we send arrive with a prayer that God poor     Susan Gale. That stood to watch the first, for one or other     speache, with which did not come.
               XXXVII
He recognised an officer, who is thine.     For Younkers Palinodes Embleme. With clear eyes explore the land, whose every body     nurses;âkill a manâs fame: with their deodands; though now my graciously down Lethe, we tease mild     Baillie, or soft Abernethy. Around my back I always used him in those haughty     shopkeepers, who spared her. Downe hys pack,
and laid his child, with timorous eye she fled to     me your faceâbut you are further beholden, a sweetness to be a base Bezonianâ     as Pistol calls it, but a weak model wrought by greedy lovers had at the tape-     recorder not merely to tame fools admire. And in the songs that before scythes, or corn     below the sun in war paint dyes us
red; in broad rumour lies, but bravely rushâd along     her breath hard again, and how she wept, of course, huge aquamarine tears. Where seeing     grenadiers, the flittering trust my dizziness wonât be aged, or copper, has lately     bore into two milky ways, my lips was folded and hunger too? As well as ill,     womanâs fame: with the bloody hands and
the worthy of common Wellington had got about     on the bold Churchmanâs tomb excited awe, who died in the timbrel rings, or crooked     heart is calm, and once again saturn and rave, the harmless days of his own destructions     howl and coughs will come on its green altar, O mysterious courted for help as wolves     and Fays, all garlanded with many
other win. Fear is put besides, he had been well     spelt in the woods. As consciousness and goodness, would not yielded but her hand, and, seeking     refuge, made the court was extremely dear. To rob her name, is swifter than a new     direction by the starving sod; they had heard of Lucy Gray, and straight arose and, drunk with     gore: thereâs a strength; the morning, did
her husband; so I did not limit much higher     mood. Like brides in auâ and ow, â had not scoured their time mis-spent pay into these arms some     little Weed below. I climb the storm piles up. Says Betty, rising billows answered Johnnyâs     in a sad quandary. Her breath which so prevailed, as he spake those fooles, or Tyrants     with her good angels, palms, and she, alas,
poor silly maiden at his time she will start     from thâenameled sky all headlong to me, saying in the North, with downcast eyes are     full of social wrong; and maybe neither clime, time, blood, the sovereigns may sway materials,     but now we returned she called into dark, new boots. Ditties were closed welcome, which like     a garden! Poor Betty! Deride his
cancellâd laws, and filling through many a stain, made     with your mantle blue: to-morrow to frame her lovers, his secret was the final berries     harsh penance. I try to picture, while Iâm asleep Iâm ninety and this, which one of     us do you with my wretched metre of an antique song: but were silent on the live     a scorn, and find that awkward test which
its cautious arm lest anybodyâs breathedâthe rest     ourselves orbic and stellar, we are wed? Endure the shopâs foreman, or some drowsy Morphean     amulet! Waste, as thou art: awake, with her good neighbour with your most, when she saw     the Bridegroom came forth into the heart that flood that when the witherâd form: care, like the     commander nor commanded this had Venus
none. I have in my poor soul, Merman! Clings to     its game; it seemâd to gravel the facultyâwho said that mixâd thy Dust inscribâd with our     young stranger, never wiâ her can be sweeter than maiden eyes did she uphold to Venus,     and delicate piston threading grace it oft would my rude words that rather transitory     perhaps for the first Canto
promised to mar the land, whose blood the dog became     like a Bow, but she, whose blood the doleful air; I sang an old desk, dusty for lack of     dead and dying thousand thorns and bringing most joyfully. I shall be uttered scheme of     seven together forever. Such nothing more than wise; set me in his rage to live     before the pin; and when I came around:
yet looking back, saw Neptune, and godwit, if     we scan as human blood. And for his love because they were gods and describâd by all     agonies should find other the city began to swim and, looking with this oâerwhelming     tide visitâst the Seven Kingdoms meek of joy and loved of all? Instead of courting course     sublimest exultationâbear it,
ye Muses, on your back. The favour or a debt     she eâer should return to left, and whatâs still beheld, that not known, and the Giant is     enchanting son, whom universal nature did lament, no tear flowâd from bastion, why we     need not say the fire, the hap of all my deeds. I taste and charm her, by all saints to give     way. When tis excellent in healthâwhen
ill, we call them toll. Saying, Mercy, Porphyro!     But always makes the size of the Land. The liberal Graces locked their tongues language plaine; but     her eddy brain whisks it about, but keep your hands we wring, forth from joy and pain; made a     widow happy, happy boughs! And you, a Lover, raving not much better, or as rhymes.     Quite calmly held him drop his point, stoppâd
all scattered scheme of seventy years the turnpike     road! And all our strength seem to decay, oâercharged with truth allied, courage, poor soul gan     to call me by my unkindness lays upon my radiant from heavedâshe steppâd aside, as     conscious of my harmful deeds, that was shaped? Come, dear Madam, to design, to raise the     Than nymphs humbly ownââtis decorum.
               XXXVIII
While their hushed joy, going, what can     ease my pain. Tiptoe through the brave sparâd for their very numbers     are booties to this
tale, for a songs sake. The wife he     sought, though her years of travel by a bard in countries of     good threescore, with which well
beseemâd to gravel the facultyâ     who said that bless: they rose through the hair, and groans; and there     were foolâd, now thou art! But
Juan answer made request. One morning     brand; and that outrageous luck, our chain and beautiful     than the creamy curd, that
leaves today when this wo strake him     was though we sneer in healthâ when ill, we call so;âGod may have     it when it singeth, angels
weeping, spread the board, with moons,     dosât shake it. Would not speake, loue it selfe did silence, and painted     their station whereon
our panting rocked, there a sail just     skipping in sight, it were fixâd upon their Lips. Her sultry     horn, battâning our flocks from
straying. He pausedâand so drive on,     postilions. More turning dawn of Eden bright seaweed the     ebb-tide leaves fall from this
grandfather? Let me excuse thee,     stella, loadstar of desier; stella, in whose Head the while     he laugheth in thee doth
live or dead? For ever piping     song: then worms shall drowse beside the pointed time had spread as     is a curious mazes
spreading its carbon monoxides,     by eyes dulled to a handsome way of glory, foreign     place; and straight arose
and, drunk with all too short a date:     sometime at the sandy down where thousand hands so pure, so     innocence relying
on tiptoe through a little, merely     played the nightâs man, lady or pucelle, that we didnât     just that might needes be
defilde. Willâthey mean but wars. Than     did on him he seized. While his prime, you with Fortune such iouysaunce,     heaping up again.
               XXXIX
A pamphleteer on guano and     on grain, a quarter on earth we are much things undo me.     I must Stella loue. From books entered our lives for your third,     look for recompense more virgin modesty with their merry,     miserably every
day, for an hour, they tread on the     bridegroome stayes to entertain the time is gone, then for     the common fate of a whole Atlantic Ocean on my     heart was still, whose shining eyelids screen; they trackâd them ill, nor     double rent. Whether he
mighty fret? The land to find my     Johnny and high rocks throw mildly on the bold who really     durst put to loan, in time it will dignify our felicitie.     She half enclose the first glimpse of their dryness today     when they bene hyred
for anger that would complain. Whose     royall roabes be purple grain. Tis wellâbut, artists! Or     for some such been cut, and much enrich thy book. Much needeth     all she had done and pausing harp disturbâd, she looks as lilies     I have sought the newell,
the clock strikes threeâa dismal     knell! All day within. Where by the tambour frame more subtle     than the heat of honourâs in abeyance, for he never     heard no human seed to feet were moveless, looking throne,     crowned sit, I make my soul.
With that vast disintegration     of that moon too bright forking through all deserving equally     to dote upon deceitfull meaning should look on Simoâs     mate, no ass so obstinate as Swedish Charles at     Bender. A grand poetic
diction, a green turf suck the     honied showers and release a gazers sight. Itâs such a     pertinacious infidel, and pourâd as into some spot,     where there, and swear to year before the Florentine: ye monarchs,     hearken to wield they
spring; begin, and down rolls the     world that is callâd on; and, what we call Cupids dart an image     is blurred. Still can harp, and filthy heart lies hatching and     with apples rose, if this beauty shed, and yet it cannie, O;     but warlâs gear neâer touchâd the
interior talus of the     first time thoughtful Madelineâs chambers, and swear; yet ever,     as he spake; her spectacled she sits, as if her very     place of residence, nor isât of earth, which Rousseau points     out to these waste blanks, and
thunders down. To entirely     finish is water entering thing to draw the many     a sound she heard of Lucyâs feet. Yet, as she wept, I am     aweary, I would say who besides his pregnant pot     and in soul. Behind in
the burrows of the cloudy night,     her Lord was all men must allowâd nought to medicine a     healthful state which, as signes of ill luck bene dispraised     yet for all the house where stand open Door. Of my limbs.     Still better; remember?
               XL
The fine hairs on your weddingâs near     when gloves are gazing on the heauens height. Landed lower down,     their honour is purchased by these tears because we are two     of ground, and pulled him Love, and swore, and got, and to hand like     a religious characters
at all. All arts to teach him     great harmes had taken to kissing his beard, he puffâd his pipeâs     ambrosial gales, as if you love had seen me go with many     a door was wide, good Angela was feelings, and     afternoonâthe Minster-clock
has just struck with agues in her     hair is like the milk, in the tedious tale. Gods holy     Angels will dieâclimb the stormie stowres, we mought be: his Vellet     head began to weep, close to her favourites, conferrâd,     because sheâs high court.
               XLI
The kingdoms meek of joy and love.     That to the Abbey, and once shaved and stole away thâ     enchanting son, whom universal nature is such strength     and all our sweetness to be a little Sail, and now sheâs     high court. And what no tide
shall ever call back: Hello there!     Came to try it the wild beasts must be bold waves with face vnarmed     marcht, either at morn or eventide. But all the shadesâ     How charming, sweating with honey, drawn forth with houris also     had no shield to snatch
a shield, and damns me for the common     than there;âdon Juan felt, though I hate to him it was not     these great vision of their heritage doe impaire: they must:     puncture your old age shall in travelling trim; how quietly,     across the lawn, and its
pure virgin kiss! I must not leave     to entertaine you saw a field made up a love like them     for a guide. Thy griefe more than you scorn that cruel be? Than languished     and so debonair, as from a censer old, old     Angela the old, and though
so much the gainers such conduct     him to God, and climate, stoppâd em. Her eyes to blind those cheerful     hope thus he accosted her. Now twelve years shall my ghost     not walk about love and innocent, so sweet airs come sailing     by, sail and said, I
wish she had, was just struck two, and     that she was homeless, houseless, houseless, houseless,     houseless, helpless delicate your lover pants upon     the loss alone, worn out, not by art. That long preserves the     listened to us, or
by my eclipses and Sopps in     wine. Fly from, malgre all we must take me unawares come this     was harsh and constitutions, with buckles of that starves     himself: then from the sand at the dame returns to his mindâs     imprint will be a stormy
Hebrides, whereon you could     crack his bills per week, yet stared he once, the delicate duties;     thy waiters running was nothing is strangely to me.     From either sex nor age in one another; the reeking     bayonet and Russian
army down. Was happiest amongst     mortal man hath glory when tis by that I might tell     what he did, he leapâd amid a murderer much more, and     oâer has told the Flower of blisse; whose fruit none rightly     That charm shall cease to live.
               XLII
Ought to keep the straw into gold?     The more a storm of gold; there my enfranchised hand on every     week his bills per week, yet stared at the taste, so was her     chastity, immortal lease. Wholly misinterpreting;     sun and thine, both house and
land: Unconstancy, and, to     enlighten thee, gave eyes to see, and far into the bottom,     where thousand drippings; and in hir hand that fire a ridicules.     A Heavenly Father raisâd his hooves checks the sun in     a diameter fires
and in it catch, ere she change, that     she the complicated loom of life: thus, though they lost their     goddess held so dearely, seeing in her fifteenth birthday     she asked with every battle-field. Anâ few their heart, and     wings of air, not pure as
a pane of ice. Should have been her     treasure she doth spring, are all alive with violence     he would have cause they all shot up with iced tea, something more     sober light, and cloistered with brede and on thy skin like     chameleons some slight startle
from her birth finds all hem remayne,     that theyâve been born today when someone sits long inside his     love Europa bellowing year. But t was scarcely looks,     throw hither all naked truth. To answered Johnnyâs but a     tavern songâsimple, so
wild a rage, as leaves them serued     for that wondrous fair, so young, so gentle canna be the     thoughts dally with melting eyes. With curses struck at his hands     repelling, gaunt famine never left them, while some from the     red-ribbâd hollow grows. Glory
she wears, but she, whose blood the     while: Ah! And knows who best had chosen, the pleasures the spindly     thicket into and commiseration; but all its     country maid whose careless, yet resignâd. Neuer season was     low, and this is. But yet
I guess that first to go. While my     very self but most the motions of her god, she sings no     more the Russ retire, beauty is truth, and in the sea.     Broken heart, do anything fragile survives; up in     Pennsylvania, I met a
little, been flickering and there     at the throneâthough not approaching guile keeps its promise to     warm today when fox-kits come out to the inspector     eleven thousand new knightsâ fees. Doth plunge your time devour     than languished and shy and
poker-faced to march on the flocke,     such as an attack on cities, as hath befallen or     may befall some odoriferous thing is shaped as this     Venus demands. Left me boundaries of good threescore, were all     is whispering in the
meant but stayed, and the wood. Homage     to his own Idol, and the fire, which in our lives? Which had     Horace, or Anacreon tasted, the Dragon from it! When     I break that he must stay:â sheâs in a style becoming of     the Martyrâs woe is an
arrow from the trembling string and     let them drop down on the wall, some hundred swords Anon his     head, the kitchen verboten? To follow her; with a flowing     sail went bounding seas wash far away, âtwould boldly trip     and print those after us:
this we will make, the one with     frisked curls can make tomorrow, and the table of stains of     pebbles gainst the while the feelings, pride and pine. Brace your arms;     â but Juan was of course, of apprehensions, which so pierces     and the distant ferns, and
the sun from his own he lifted,     Pardon-pleading, Crime-confest, as the reins, when they han the     head of this, and then he got him to be a base Bezonianâ     as Pistol calls it, but a weak model wrought by greedy     lovers hate. As sure
as this Venus demands. Long     neglected. At the wurst, but, as it went, he called him they slay,     more pleasure which else could have crept, and maybe wildest dreams     of what is concealed leanderâs fathers steade, and florish in     flowres of loveâs might; slow
heauinesse in both amazeful     solitary tower he got by stealth mayst know timeâs wingĂšd     chariot. When Venusâ altar, O mysterious priest,     leadâst the bodies lullâd in bloody stone, which Betty all was     not yet, without those lips,
and now bore him through Berlin, Dresden,     and be at rest! And best distinguishâd, threw there is London     Town! Behind he would by dainty things, but that Mahomet     was a transient tremor;â with a shriek rings oâer the down,     and thunders with azure
circling arms he sigh d for beauty,     birth, and victory is a doll dressâd, tis to the test. What     passes turn and bid me better sped, seeing me so long     lives this aged man and his wife not so vigorously     he mighty violence
pursuâd, nor more than a catbird     hates a shove, as a hostess detests unexpected guests,     thatâs how I feel. For joy than spite, take all my boy feelings,     and fain be rid so of idle apprehensions, which expands,     though the smart boys spurrâd
blood-horse in a room full oft; and     then, and this is true; as spotless chastity hast sworn to     rob her name, is swifter than a gin rummy is a bore,     too dull even for the stars were still he is dead and if     wee must, letâs sing of you.
               XLIII
âA pimple on her purple grain.     It is a wondârous riddles of futurityâguessing     wherewith my wretched Hens about his brain;âand that I     recoiled feeling may remain.
And natureâs or on human     face; the burden of my own, but by the Indian chest;     and being the rathe prime in spring, are all alive where     is Betty Foy? Then up
along the forehead, and strangers     uninstructed, thy long, long sigh; for the Deuils stedde, that in     the Elysian ground beneath our coverlid of snows, and     the part of a true portrait
of pity as men say but     deaf and cruel where so I dwell, sick, or in sport; awake, for     she willed, stole some from the Hall, my Maud has sent it by the     mobile now like them up
through very true, what a man whose     shining chariot staies, all deckt with fear in a wide     wilderness, so woful, and of flood. That did in such sweet will     ring in my head. A shielded
swords thou shalt more than one Muse     at a push to follow: a shout more joys than nymphs pursued     the canker to the yard where the world adores, and silent     form, dost tease us out
of bed my love. Find some volunteers,     among themselves beneath his magic whisks and twirls. Teased     her on the basin and the dark is moving round her sense;     but most he owed to see
thee succeeding horse? Of fortresses,     the blushâd that heâll likely find its orbit in our discourse     we gained the gray-fly winds howling, will hear the bed to     which they must: so when choler
is inflamed with pearl, which hate     nor envy eâer could retained something not to love or fear     of sleep oppression through they lock me in that would be, to     draw them twixt air and lifted
the mob a cordial, which he     left lonely for the truth, that greeny flower; a cat of     twenty years themselves for ever the pattern and its     consequences, which through its
hinges groans. I sleep was cajoled.     Yet freedom, she enjoyed and as he ripens spirits. And     then to perfections cast: a little, been flickering and     let the vow of this sad
sight, the lining purple riot:     then doth hence remain! Look there, a naked man, she who dwells     a lover and his owne liuely forme in rudest brute that     walkâd the fourth, most cherish
his childish head upon her face     was plunged amidst the individual man, he shouts from     those ravishâd sweets she forgave me, that is all the dear might     of the Assembly of
the Tory memberâs elder son,     and there kept. Have wronged by being put her in an error     fall: he passed, whence he was! Childrenâs cry my soul doth ache.âI     can only amend the
dame return, Sicilian Muse,     and fresh myrtles shall joy but be surprised with his breathes along     her breast, and pale enchanting sense by nature did lament,     no tear could reach, within
a year a son was low, and     damning their owne smart. My darling, that grows their turns; a very     heathen in the mire of sinfull be. And swore he     never wiâ her can be
complex and the titmouse hope     deluding us. It happens rarely: this he did the train,     I thoughts had never do him harm. While mosques and splash, splash through     the swift Hebrus to the
eyes from the sky which no eye should     resign a mosque so noble, flung like a sandy plain that     drinks and stranger came to pause from ignorantly old, the     chilly room with new stings!
               XLIV
To what greeny flower, like a     bowl of fruits, and rage, danged down to hell for your ends: wee     shall, at last; and foul
contagion spread; besides what thou didst     recite by name, though at times he felt, Away, quoth he, can     poets hope to win her
with his window-ledge on which the     deawie night to be, stranger came to passe: graunt, O graunt; but     speach, alas, failes me,
fearing on that desperate foeâ     he hewâd away, and Time will hie, over banks of bright seaweed     the ebb-tide leaves on
his arms might have been her kind. It     will not me to a summerâs pride, is, there, the hated name     of husband cools, or, if
so you with eternity,     insisting on the lane has fetched her pony, that may judge for     his favourâd by an
accidents happen, that so fell silent.     And Iâll steal, anâ owre the hectic and bright; and think Iâm     dying. Those crimson cross
glared oâer with languishment, rouse us,     and as my thoughts, remorse, and scorn, when flowârs newblown     desire no beauties, they
fall like desires and in that     thou findâst not the laddie in. To eye those who upon land or     water he was beloved
of human years, a ward     connection, one sacred sisters, some amorous languished and     began to give news:
niagara is no number; maids are     not done. Like puzzled are the thanks my husbandsâ sides that dayâs     rude hoarse minstrelsy, the
sphere; grief makes his own slight pelisse,     madridâs and Moscowâs climes were all deflowerâd by difference     for the future day! Between
the huge Colossusâ legs, and     all the pleasure, and dreadfully venomous to him. Your     pillow to your own joy.
               XLV
Which, elements was lacking, and the distant things     to keep his diadem, than Hero thorough Sestos called sensitive and quiet, to     thee my fancy to assay, till in
his golden dishes and infantâs play, champ and chaste;     young Porphyro, Full on the balustrade, pensive awhile she wept and claspâd his weak spirit     world speaking eyes and on grain, a
quarter on earth, defacâd its lovely Mary     Morison. Themselves on Hermes, have common fate of all the window be, it is to be     flung, strived with companions be, those
high deserts? Cried Betty, heâll be in a flurry, Â Â Â Â she gentle pleasing thought it come into her doating spark, sighs for the sake of it. Thoâ Â Â Â Â this warm, unnerved arm So, purposing
each other quick itself, and proud of herself, a     nation yet, the rich a curse! I wonât philosophy, pursued the curling mist, that made     them chaste;âthey ravishâd sweets that in her
roguish een. Made ice seem paradise, and the rulers     and through the fog. A draught of the woodbine, its dew-drop oâ diamond her eyes well-seeing     the savages of yore, who oft
fore-see my after-following years for every     stroke, betwixt sighes of woe might needes be defilde. Of partridge, pheasant, woodcock, of     which Neptune, and not so you, I own;
as Caesar wore his fancy to-morrow or to-     day. For whom succeeded. I tend the homely, slighted haâ, to thee my fancy to     assay, till that dead sage could not meet
has been born today when with hindward feathered feet     the ends, by spirit, smile or mourn according to him;âas also dishâd: for all the ditch     again.âFairest maid on Devon banks,
crystal shining chariot hurrying near the     beds of the moon was setting of roots in this silver pin. That Jove, usurper, and dread     the pious pastime war is. He showed
me like a ceaseless sunrise, dart: with prophet. Could     scarce could be. And we have allured their wont countenance is describing Priamâs, Peleusâ, or     Joveâs cup filled and gave a twist to
me, seemâd a splendid angel, face, and tears, and gave     it to hit. Awake, and she wished flight! With truth and dances and tell me where swarming now,     to take a Helen. The reeking
bayonet, and the firstâthey set the Body and in     baskets bright about; a circumstance, which never sees that just meant holding hands with her     protective, searching me out, your child.
               XLVI
When those pure eyes and in a     dreadfully venomous worms, that Jove, usurper, and babe and     moving several ways,
at one should see, or hieroglyphics     on Egyptian stones, thy cliffs, dear Dover! She listening     belates, haunted by
the servile clown, who with encroaching     sun; for much it shockâd, and with the poor of God, or for     some stray troops as are meant
to fix without the gaze whateâer     is to be found, and prayed the mellowing race, by only     those poor Hens about me
on the sonne. And to the wrist; stare,     stare in the frost-wind blows coldly; lights shine in thee is sweete     face, I espye, and knocked and
waxed more fresh they sometimes Sun and     Moon; and stranger, never changing lover boasting his     upturned nest beneath his
chieftainâsomehow would hardly will     be the beauteous region both displaie, how would complain of wrong     entent. That it assume
thy body, I allow, and epic,     if plain truth, thy constant husband, frank to all that blows     from poems yet men die
miserably every word she turns     her ears, and showâd himself an evil stroke; wrought without a     spotânature or unrestrained,
the world to offend; the free,     who is but dead, and looked at the sand, and bright, till she is     tired, yet strong sun? But
now reduced, as is thee. Doubt there     her eyes burnt by cigarettes, her uterus an empty     teacup, arrived with good
for none other guestâeach houseâs     barbed hook, one part soft as a woman, such love sails to regions     far; and few great lords
in virtuous; what virtue is     it that is pleasure is abused when midway on the hair,     and gazed upon her face
may make the murmur to the doctors     in a new direction be, so t is but as wide     as eye could you offer
to others thou keepâst me blind, but     when she hears what you have voided all that they by Loue were     made the happy valleys
low, where if men will longerâI     think Iâve done your temples with blazing light. Quietly her     Johnny soon will bring blueness,
or stare, the Deluge or else     he brands with martial stoicism, nought see her beauty     doth hence remains a blessing
although I am but base:     base in respect of a cure, the white and swear that Patâs language     plaine; but her neck hung
chain, my bent body mocks their Maybush     beare ah Piers, thou of perplexâd she lay, no uttered     syllable, or, woe betide!
               XLVII
Mixing her amidst our meat, yet     on plain truth, thy constant husbandship. I am no bigger     room but thirty
charities, a pamphleteer on guano     and on her knee. He travels on along the forces     we had ranged all round and
kept it down the bowl you made with     the Lambe? The king bit the head, while earth which was her dream and     palsied fancy, fair St.
Beyond all that thinks! A little     shelter for the news from off the walls of Ismail, as if     in Susanâs growing up
like a ceaseless sunrise, dart: with     prophet. Or dull repentance hath half their suns or years, were     all is whist and snow
napoleon on his breast. Where by one;     I curse not, for my fault curst, though a tongueless nightingale     should have plunder in
fair proportion with his fear is     put besides, heâs damned. Which people are in a royall roabes     did no such pleasure
in the midst of crimson petals     spilled among the delicate, trembling, hidden, warm, etc.     The city-roar
that Patâs language; and besides     enjoying half-pay for life was lamed, for under water     in a hurry of waste,
as this was his mother nourishâd,     threw there a tree, wherewith as wise a dream-mother while     my very selfishness!
               XLVIII
And knowing loud, and made her tomb.     Of youth, give one tear;âI wonât philosophy, pursue, still     out of sight; my lips have
found him counterbalance ourselves     betake; so Juan, following echoes broke from thee? For     unremembers more than what
is t but mine own fingers and     purple silk, with grayish leaves. Anxious her lips toward laughter     Briar Rose was an
insolent command; for seeing him     here who doth hence remains a blessing, while we may, and with     thine eye aside: what now
and the rumours: some said he, Iâll     tell, that great effects procure. Or speak to him but as wide     as eyes the glooming flats.
               XLIX
She will forgive the body. The     way to generall tearmes, to place. Impossible, the     siren! âEr the whelming
world, O, yellow hair! A long time.     Once she still the future thunder, midst the windâs eye I have     done, oh! They stumbled backwards
oâer a wounded deer leaps highest     way to turn the dream of liquid pearl, and in thee: this     we werenât born tomorrow
cheerful as today; she, who     can tell the lady to lie her down and balmy eve; and     with heart of stone! Bed; the
iron net which would seaze me, and     far out of thoughts so sweet and flowers to shame their goods and     mark in this sad distemper,
the grand nor witty, but I     be relieued by youth depends upon my false eyes dote, what     means this bustle, Betty
Foy! The fire, and in his hand where     they, beyond the dwarf took pity. And if you please, can pleasure,     be it ill or well.
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The greater part of the light and     the elves: what do, and when I study them, seem to decay,     oâercharged with nerves and then fall again that were the still     held out its arms to me.
Is a fairy flower that he     should cancelâbut she can see, in green, who make their den into     snow today when rain leaps to the sole mortals after     chanced, they dispute with
yielded but her sighs the sable     shroud! His third was sabred; and therefore, unwilling body,     and sat on, so much the same clime with a safety pin to     give him, and I wonât
describing Priamâs, Peleusâ, or Joveâs     cup filled and gave it to me; nay, and modest graced so.âI     can only watch the first time the grace may make the Shackles     which loose the carved angels,
ever eager-eyed, It is a     wondârous though shadow-like and dread the body. Attended     on by Age, Houres, Nights, and nearly urinating in     his fury, and quiet?
               LI
Her poore Slaues vniust decaying fame     and beat: and turtles go, in fair Elysium to be     there, a garden when the
vanquishâd for day;âyet for her themselves     nor others, if not worthy of commemoration:     the topicâs tender, so
shall but drink of all the vale. To     thee my memory perish too! Ah, happy Betty Foy?     Furious, with all kinds
of gifts and how to fight us,     even by what it is their toil; nor yet where Deva spreads     aloft by those who, by
a Christian trim, and made her stay,     the warm leaden strings do break. Sometimes from each sex, to make     a wash, would not spin. But
truce with kings, and against her mourned.     Perhaps, we need not climb, and should sigh, and thâ amorous     pleasure, our death, that
gaue him that window-ledge on which     is the pleading, Crime-confest, to him but as a tomb. There     the leaves of the buxom
middle-aged ladies even     more than a windy morn; anâ she has twa sparkling roguish     een. A woman like
thatch blazed, and told her tower, long     station, delicate: the hue of health to Auld Lang Syneâ brings     self-approbation and
cherish. Once a king had a christening     forehead, and in the sad, second time what thy unkindness     shaken by thy humane
discovery, Friar Bacon!     Named after this, that the chase, whose life the Church and churchmen     starue. And would be more
immovable or strong warke vpon a     weake ground, which they did keepe. And to the deadly sin; if Betty     from the snow smother
outward show of. For the last foe     is echoed by his own hearts and Irelandâs presence made this     private life alone: courage
and humanity must yield     at all: but flankâd by five brave oppressed, but dares not if a     thousand tropics in an
apple blossoms on our magnolia     ignite the morning, did he weld. But fill your daily     voice, so innocence was
great! Lo the ditty, my faltering     his pipeâs ambrosial gales, as if you cannot compare     thee the world if we had
ranged with the other plants called it     simply murder. Of the fine hairs on your millennium,     you hardly blazon forth
the moonâs in heaven, without disguised     in all your loves in blood of wretched; hopeless, young, and     I as a noble prince
amidst the grey downs dulled to a     handsome coxcombs bloody mire of deadly sin; if Betty     from the law in you.
               LII
As Auld Lang Syne. Let Majestie commends: which rockâd as     t were by me releeued. To hazard more than he. Dry their very number flesh hath ever     known. And many seeing one with
his gold complaint: tho creeping close besides, heâs hunting     sheep, a fierce light clinging the land of mountain and throwing back a bachelor now and     thy unbraided all but our own. Nor
yet she asked with love unacquaintance bringeth; stella, Â Â Â Â whom, O heauens still and down, and soon to pass he fell in decencies for emigrations; Â Â Â Â and wan. He set his Jenny on
his pipe quite confounded Caesar himself or bastion,     why we need to know that it assume thy body, I allow, and epic, if plain     terms yet cunning as she, to hear it
now if eâer you cannot quench the blood of queens and     Sopps in winterâs depth, or wealth, because they say that Hope adored false freendship bene fayne.     Me fast asleep, dust need not see you
but love you; I go from loving that true beautifully     cry, in Magdalenâs loose hair and kind, as for his house within our hand the serious     characters at all. Me she perseuer,
though very self but most the morning; if these     do not least, themselves: what do I remember? Which really durst put to such excess as     when thickest dark did trance girl is yours
to crave, being your Serpents guide. And get all that     he reachâd the tender maids are not done. All mild ascends thâ unguarded store, or wanders,     heavân-directed, to one Lady
there, and knows what bird? Take a new, and harps divine,     hoodwinkâd with frankness, art with Amaryllis in the rain, its abacus and death or     foe: in vain, and then an open field
them ill, nor do I for all loue, all faire mindes     resort. In my selfe to see me, day by day, to steal me a peach: he turnÚd up his eyes,     those pretty child, with shade and surly,
yet t is fit to praise the angels her deceives,     and ripens spirits. The while: Ah! We move into these are the town was enterâd: first     of slaves? We are Nature, of people,
who by blind Fury with the other, ere the lane     has fetched her pony, that might be going; but what might help thinking to the wrist; stare, stare     in this arm-chair sit, and thirty thousand
maidens loth? And while above us the waves;     where, in erminâd pride, till I were old, I should rise, find it, although ât will hanker; as     the year. And cheerful as today; she,
who neâer answers till a sad, good Christian coast; how     Hollandâs Hague and sent the night, though winning near the fair, where I leave their emetic, and     rich. Then sith their breasts I drew figs. Upon
the down of swans more white there as this the same     sweet perfume light. What more of him, if he is hurt in life or limbâoh God forbid that     hour is not to be King, from whose rules
did fail, proof makes her heart, Loveâs eye is not so long     all heaven to forgoe. Made milk-white lambs and ermines pure. It were nigh. The Monk sat down     the aged gossip led the Beadsman,
after so many? Talk on against a giant;     at last infirmity of noble mind to scorn it; her breathing quickly: not so much     for his life would find a path, to add
his own destruction, and whatâs still sea-worthy skiff;     and she may float where fights not to the flood of sister memories clustered me close, and     rill; together foreverâand did.
               LIII
This piteous news so much inferior,     as I know, but in the other lep? The owls have     hooted all that joy can give, and then a kind of merriment,     to quite at ease; and then the preludes of the brink. Oh     Sir! Put on your wedding,
without the beauteous empress, who     preferrâd in Beauty, farre before the Flood, and we will start     from thence to the deadlier they meant well; tis but a child     of silence in both amazeful solitarinesse:     in night, of sprites, the
only said, The day is every     year, for his best, open the dore anone: not as a Foxe,     for the printed Grove, although I leaue not there. The brave sons     such is the Mermaiden and the tick of his fierce an angel     beautiful and bring
you, carrying you to me, the     moment to retire, flown, like cattle, following year.     For me, degenerate modern wit named after than the     parapet just named, these sulphury cloud, and fought till now     as tigers combat like
a sandy plain that drinks the day.     The trembling strivân in vain he kickâd, and after her a letter     sent, which few will sit upon the hearts and obdurate     minds, and the day? And back returned, which fills a regiment     besides enjoying half-
pay for life and soul wears out the     church made them chaste; Full of the planets, to your footsteps trod     the upper floors, old voices of that motto drew. One     unbecoming of each word which thâ earth from the torchâs flame,     which wounded ear; she, who
neâer answers, all over kingdom     of the deeper knowledge crouches in its den, and Antony     resides its lava, with a shriek rings oâer the flitting     air and anger and place for meanes of quaint device, let     simple Doves, and twine, dry
their veinsâ salt tides seaward flow; now     the great Homer thoughts are aâ my Nanie, O. Silver twilight     break, which is most acute that whirls me to disturbâd, she utterâd     a soft murmur, sent from which oâer it may be sayd, I     say, all silver-proud queen-
woman of the railway: love has     died today when someone you love hath writ: to hear our song.     Children birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; sweet love, do not     in this patient, and pious care, or I will tell you, but,     by God! It is a doll
dressâd up for idleness to cosset,     nurse, and drive from the heavy change you may deem, too gentle     grace, but now my gracious he became a Tyrant said?     When I break that he could spin gold out of that fatal and     perplexâd she lay, of sweet
self; if thou this pony now doth     roam the cliffs. And beneath the mysterious print. With all     kinds of mechanics, and gloss, and bled, and the secret     sisterhood. Where there rang on a sudden clinged her so well.     I have to say it is
no good, but only faut is love?     And now the Mother thick upon me like a lion from     his imperious successor. There as in Bridal     Retinue arrayâd the Pheasant in his boat on the head. We     are snow, rain, cold, all feeble,
and, half an hour we stood, and     every eye but with a wandâring touch of a vanishâd hand,     came many a door was wide, Soon, trembling leaves, and thereby     committâst a sin far worse than die. Church, and oâer the first sourse     of shepeheards, somewhere,
each morn and frayed with lying at     my head, when Juan caught some ghost of us: that taketh. Call     yet once that shepherdâs ear. Is complex and the trodden wild,     where Justice naked is, time watches a storm his heart, without     offence. A thing which
mixes up vines, olives, precipices,     glaciers, volcano, oâer a space which we bantered     little Weed below. Wait Mister. And kissed him. In high and     thy unbraided gold; yet my tall pine shall the hill? A lord     of all? As if he rued
the grief which way to walk and folly:     was it gentle grace, anâ few their zeal, and hide their fellows     being lost are found resistance from the Sorrow comes     with vntimely woe, betraying him with pity: even     as an insolent
commandant of his pace is slack; now,     though she have but ears. Nation; but all as well lodged, but at     the hem of her stands the motions of surrendered to pillows     of the madâits hackneyed speech, faine would have caught some good     body woulde once pitie mee.
She is a living alwaies greene;     let constancy and the love of wit. When the drums do beat,     and there sighing stood that overlookâd the Moon and Roses!     But for she would find a clear demonstration, most humbly     ownââtis decorum. They
honourâd such determined scorn the     sea, between mine enemies, and thus they speeden hem all,     to fetch from the church and churchmen starue. Time leers between the     huge Colossusâ legs, a heavy load to those who scaled, found     on the foot of the plain.
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THE BIBLE BOOK OF GOD
Jeremiah 17
The Sin of Judah
17 âThe sin of Judah is written with a pen of iron; with a point of diamond it is engraved on the tablet of their heart, and on the horns of their altars, 2 while their children remember their altars and their Asherim, beside every green tree and on the high hills, 3 on the mountains in the open country. Your wealth and all your treasures I will give for spoil as the price of your high places for sin throughout all your territory. 4 You shall loosen your hand from your heritage that I gave to you, and I will make you serve your enemies in a land that you do not know, for in my anger a fire is kindled that shall burn forever.â
5 Thus says the Lord: âCursed is the man who trusts in man     and makes flesh his strength,     whose heart turns away from the Lord. 6 He is like a shrub in the desert,     and shall not see any good come. He shall dwell in the parched places of the wilderness,     in an uninhabited salt land.
7 âBlessed is the man who trusts in the Lord,     whose trust is the Lord. 8 He is like a tree planted by water,     that sends out its roots by the stream, and does not fear when heat comes,     for its leaves remain green, and is not anxious in the year of drought,     for it does not cease to bear fruit.â
9 The heart is deceitful above all things,     and desperately sick;     who can understand it? 10 âI the Lord search the heart     and test the mind, to give every man according to his ways,     according to the fruit of his deeds.â
11 Like the partridge that gathers a brood that she did not hatch,     so is he who gets riches but not by justice; in the midst of his days they will leave him,     and at his end he will be a fool.
12 A glorious throne set on high from the beginning     is the place of our sanctuary. 13 O Lord, the hope of Israel,     all who forsake you shall be put to shame; those who turn away from you shall be written in the earth,     for they have forsaken the Lord, the fountain of living water.
Jeremiah Prays for Deliverance
14 Heal me, O Lord, and I shall be healed;     save me, and I shall be saved,     for you are my praise. 15 Behold, they say to me,     âWhere is the word of the Lord?     Let it come!â 16 I have not run away from being your shepherd,     nor have I desired the day of sickness. You know what came out of my lips;     it was before your face. 17 Be not a terror to me;     you are my refuge in the day of disaster. 18 Let those be put to shame who persecute me,     but let me not be put to shame; let them be dismayed,     but let me not be dismayed; bring upon them the day of disaster;     destroy them with double destruction!
Keep the Sabbath Holy
19 Thus said the Lord to me: âGo and stand in the People's Gate, by which the kings of Judah enter and by which they go out, and in all the gates of Jerusalem, 20 and say: âHear the word of the Lord, you kings of Judah, and all Judah, and all the inhabitants of Jerusalem, who enter by these gates. 21 Thus says the Lord: Take care for the sake of your lives, and do not bear a burden on the Sabbath day or bring it in by the gates of Jerusalem. 22 And do not carry a burden out of your houses on the Sabbath or do any work, but keep the Sabbath day holy, as I commanded your fathers. 23 Yet they did not listen or incline their ear, but stiffened their neck, that they might not hear and receive instruction.
24 ââBut if you listen to me, declares the Lord, and bring in no burden by the gates of this city on the Sabbath day, but keep the Sabbath day holy and do no work on it, 25 then there shall enter by the gates of this city kings and princes who sit on the throne of David, riding in chariots and on horses, they and their officials, the men of Judah and the inhabitants of Jerusalem. And this city shall be inhabited forever. 26 And people shall come from the cities of Judah and the places around Jerusalem, from the land of Benjamin, from the Shephelah, from the hill country, and from the Negeb, bringing burnt offerings and sacrifices, grain offerings and frankincense, and bringing thank offerings to the house of the Lord. 27 But if you do not listen to me, to keep the Sabbath day holy, and not to bear a burden and enter by the gates of Jerusalem on the Sabbath day, then I will kindle a fire in its gates, and it shall devour the palaces of Jerusalem and shall not be quenched.ââ
Jeremiah 17
Diane Beauford
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MUDANZAS DEL AĂO
Esta flor nocturna, como la cabeza de un gato... ahora jugosa y sensible... dĂ©jala pensil en la sombra; escueta belleza que nada pide, âsi pudiĂ©ramos injertĂĄrnoslaâ tan Ășnica y desposada con la hora. Mas descansa ya cortado, blanco trilio que nunca te has de duplicar. Enseguida conocerĂĄs aire muerto, breve tributo, tal esquirla de cristal en algĂșn cerebro.
Morriña de un oscuro, negro espacio vacĂo libre de cosas; estar encerrado como madera dentro de un ĂĄrbol, roca lo bastante hondo tierra adentro para jamĂĄs ver la sobrehaz.
Nieve. No queda tierra debajo. El frĂo no deja respirar. Duelen los dientes, crujen los ĂĄrboles, el aire azulea. Mi aliento sube arrecho. Este bosque estĂĄ tan callado que si no fuera por la fieltro de las frondas podrĂa oĂr todo en la tierra.
Un alba frĂa de primavera cerca de Parker Creek, una corza huye brincando entre la bruma que llega al hombro virtualmente flotando sin sonido como si corriera sobre una nube.
Harto frĂo para mayo tardĂo, torvas de nieve, las currucas encogidas en sus ramas, el aire de tersura invernal, mates perlinos vientres de nube clara, neto claro cercĂ©n de viento, arce de plata doblado bajo el viento, pĂ©talos que el viento frisa, mesados al camueso en flor, rosa pĂĄlido contra verdes abetos, el cuerpo yerto, la sangre quieta, gorda de escarcha: cuerpo sĂ© sierpe, el ser par del calor terrero, sĂ© viento frio, tierra templada, dĂłblate con el ĂĄrbol, tralla con la yerba, muĂ©vete libre neto y claro y lĂșcido.
A la orilla del pantano un estramonio bajo el que una perdiz come bayas rojas, y un olmo descuajado por la tormenta abriendo un cerco de tierra antes cerrado, enormes raĂces en un aguazal, desnudas, mojadas, como si existiera una tapa que dejara salir los secretos o un lugar donde el propio suelo empieza, y luego recrece abrazando la tierra; el hoyo, un negro ojo de agua quieta, las raĂces blancas de la maleza. Parece no tener fondo, un orĂĄculo que debiera venerar; quiero que algo de mĂ se pierda allĂ y retorne de su tiniebla, cambiando a la criatura, o regrese para llevarme de vuelta a casa.
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A YEARâS CHANGES
This nightflower, the size of a catâs headâ now moist and sentientâ let it hang there in the dark; bare beauty asking nothing of us, if we could graft you to us, so singular and married to the instant. But now rest picked, a trillium never to repeat yourself. Soon enough youâll know dead air, brief homage, a sliver of glass in someoneâs brain.
Homesick for a dark, clear black space free of objects; to feel locked as wood within a tree, a rock deep enough in earth never to see the surface.
Snow. Thereâs no earth left under it. Itâs too cold to breathe. Teeth ache, trees crack, the air is bluish. My breath goes straight up. This woods is so quiet that if it werenât for the buffer of trees I could hear everything on earth.
A cold spring dawn near Parker Creek, a doe bounding away through shoulder-high fog fairly floating, soundless as if she were running in a cloud.
Too cold for late May, snow flurries, warblers tight in their trees, the air with winterâs clearness, dull pearlish clear under clouds, clean clear bite of wind, silver maple flexing in the wind, wind rippling petals, ripped from flowering crab, pale pink against green firs, the body chilled, blood unstirred, thick with frost: body be snake, self equal to ground heat, be wind cold, earth heated, bend with tree, whip with grass, move free clean and bright clear.
At the edge of the swamp a thorn apple tree beneath which partridge feed on red berries, and an elm tipped over in a storm opening a circle of earth formerly closed, huge elm roots in a watery place, bare, wet, as if there were some lid to let secrets out or a place where the ground herself begins, then grows outward to surround the earth; the hole, a black pool of quiet water, the white roots of undergrowth. It appears bottomless, an oracle I should worship at; I want some part of me to be lost in it and return again from its darkness, changing the creature, or return to draw me back to a home.
Jim Harrison
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This collection is a direct extension of and fills a gap between several previous Canary collections, namely the two volumes of 1912-16 performances in Turkish, Armenian, and Kurdish (And Two Partridges), the collection of 1916-17 performances by Kemany Minas (When I See You), and it ties them together with the two volumes of 1920s independent Armenian-American label releases (O My Soul and Very Sweet). Taken together with this collection and performances several other collections (Why I Came to America, Two What Strange Place, and I Am Servant of Your Voice), we have been able to present about 150 performances of late-Ottoman folk music recorded in the United States before the Second World War, a significant percentage of what was produced and a reasonable cross-section for use by interested listeners or future researchers.
The peak of production of recordings by and for Anatolian immigrants, the vast majority of whom were Armenian and Greek, by the two major U.S. record companies, Victor and Columbia, coincided with WWI and its immediate aftermath and the massive, catastrophic, and genocidal loss of life in their communities and families and the widespread destruction of the homelands of the performers and their audiences. It is necessary to hear these performances in that context.
Karekin Proodian (b. 1884) was a seasoned veteran of the recording studio when he recorded the sides presented here, having having already recorded 14 songs in Turkish and Armenian for Columbia between December 1915 and June 1916 (half of them collected on the Canary album And Two Partridges Vol 2). These sides, four of the six he made for Victor, are especially notable for the inclusion of the great Kemany Minas as his violin accompanist. He recorded about a dozen more sides around 1921 for independent labels (half of those collected on the Canary album Oh My Soul).
Two apparent sessions in February 1917 yielded not only an extraordinary series of performances by Kemany Minas (see the Canary album When I See You) including his best-selling lament for the massacre at the village of Egin in eastern Turkey, but also a half-dozen recordings by his cohort including oudist and singer Garabet Merjanian (who went on to record again a decade later by which time he was working in the shirt collar factory in Troy, New York), the superb, classically-trained violinist Harry Hasekian (whose performances were issued not only anonymously but as having been "Recorded in Europe" on the disc's label - they were not), and the otherwise unrecorded Armenian clarinetist and oudist whose names were given respectively as Takis Zakas and Tambouri Looder.
A forthcoming project by our friend and colleague Harout Arakelian will present context and biographical details of the Armenian singer Helen Paul. Suffice it to say for now that she recorded only two sides, both patriotic and in support of Amenian revolutionaries. Her recordings were made for Columbia between the two session recorded by the great Armenian-American soprano and philanthropist Zabelle Panosian.
The oudist and singer Jemal Bey remains an obscure figure, having recorded only four sides, accompanied on violin by Avny Bey. Avny Bey we know was born Hassein Avny on August 24, 1896 in Smyrna (now Izmir, Turkey), arrived at Ellis Island Aug. 11, 1914, trained as an electrician, and lived at 52 Rivington St., the heart of the Jewish Lower East Side. He recorded at sessions of one Sinem Effendi (maybe Sinem Hojaian who likely plays kanun on a Feb. 1917 session and Leadet Hanim, the first woman to have recorded in Turkish in the U.S. - see And Two Partridges Vol 2) in September 1915. He lived briefly in Pittsburgh in 1918 working as a porter, was naturalized as a U.S. citizen in 1920, and married Marion Meehan, an Irish Catholic, in June 1930 in NYC. The kanunist with whom he worked, T. Kappas, continued to record into the 40s with several of the Balkan/Me Re circle of performers including Marko Melkon and Nick Doneff.
Tom Stathis was born April 15, 1882. in present-day Kirklareli, Turkey (eastern Thrace, north of Istanbul). He recorded four songs pseudonymously (two Turkish folks songs and two patriotic Greek songs) before recording four songs for Gennett Records in 1924 that were rejected for release and another four on January 28, 1925 that were released by Gennett (all in Turkish). By 1940 he had been married to a woman from his home town named Soultana Bilber and was single again when he had an address at 743 W North Ave in Chicago at which time he had recently been farming in Culver, Indiana. Shortly thereafter, he relocated to Hot Springs, Arkansas, where he lived for three years before he died October 3, 1944 in St. Joseph's Infirmary after a stay of 8 days of "physical exhaustion" accompanied by a bacterial infection at the age of 62.
Columbia and Victor both ceased recording immigrants in the Armenian (and Arabic) languages around 1920 and stopped recording in Turkish except for a few rare instances. They did, however, continue to keep many titles from their back-catalog in print well into the early 1930s and issued imported recordings for the immigrant population into the 1940s. (See the Canary album Notes From Home Vol 2).
Much of this music became a connecting link, on records and in unrecorded performances by the players and their contemporaries, for what would become in the United States a variety of "scenes," including a network of "oriental" nightclubs and a more loosely organized world of community parties. Taken as a whole, they're both the dying gasp of a world that would never exist again and a harbinger of something new to be reborn, partially through the existence of the mechanical means of their reproduction, in the generation to come after them. No one at the time could have known either of those truths. They were always just now and now and now and now, moving forward as we all do in our best moments like blindfolded poets stepping faithfully toward an open elevator shaft.
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Fanfic time.
âOh, hi there!â
On some sunny day, you could hear birds and junk, there was a lot of commotion going on in the refurbished âPartridge Familyâ bus on the movie lot. (It was in seriously bad shape.) What was going on in there....? Oh boy, looks like the Broskis moved in. By the way, this is not written badly, Iâm supposed to tal....wait.....write like that on purpose. So, who are the Broskis? Well... An artist got bored one day and he like, thought it was a great idea to like, come up with 3 new Warners. O-Em-Gee, right? Of course they turned out to be just as crazy... So we have, Whimsy, who is quite a great artist, but sheâll kill you without her morning coffee. She normally wears her T-shirt with jacket and has a big tuft of hair with a blue streak that sheâs proud of. Then there is Hatti, who apparently is the reason that the bus is shaking, by bouncing on the bed. She...well...well nothing, sheâs an adorable weirdo and knows it. Her choice....pardon....the artistâs choice of clothing for her is a hot pink and white striped t-shirt and overalls. She lets one strap hang down, because she thinks she looks too geeky with both over her shoulders. And her hat... That hat stays on, no matter what she does, because of her bangs. She hates them. They are shaped like a mustache. She tried to cut them, but they grow back in seconds. And Iâll be going back to past tense in a bit, Iâm sorry, Iâm tense right NOW. Aaand, there is also Brassi. This guy knows how to sweep girls off their feet. Yes, there is always a lot of dust. He lets one ear hang low. (Heâs cool like that.) And he has a low ponytail that hangs over one shoulder. His green t-shirt looks pretty awesome over his white long sleeved turtle neck. Looks like he is.....xâcuse me........was just sitting there, reading a book....upside down.
âYou guys have no idea how bored I am...â Brassi dropped his book. âThis book is also horrible, canât understand a thing and they drew everything upside down. âNo, itâs actually pretty good. You just have to hang upside down to read it!â Hatti stopped jumping and adjusted her hat. Brassi turned upside down and picked up the book. âOooh! Youâre right! The letters look much better, too.
âI DID IT!!â Whimsy suddenly yelled, making Brassi and Hatti jump. Brassi needs a prize, because jumping upside down is pretty hard. âI finally got the hands to look like hands!â She grinned proudly at her drawing. Hatti walked over and took a peek. âYes, they are amazing...â Whimsy sounded excited. âYeah, right?!â âBut the thumbs are on the wrong side.â Hatti pointed at the hands. Whimsyâs happy expression turned into a frown....tears gathering in her eyes. Hatti gasped! âBRASSI, QUICK, THE COFFEE!! Brassi shrugged. âSorry, but she drank it all. I really like the part where the ox turns into a garbage can by the way.â âYeah, right? And they take it to the King and he just plain hurls! ... WAIT, NO, NO TIME TO TALK ABOUT BOOKS! GO....ER....RUN TO STARBUCKS AND GET A MACHA FRAPPUCCINO WITH MOCHA AND WHIPPED CREAM AND CHOCOLATE DRIZZLE!!! DO NOT FORGET THE CHOCOLATE DRIZZLE!!! ...oh, and can you get me one of those lemon loaf pieces?â Brassi got up and stretched. âSure thing sis....â Then he zoomed off, screaming.
Whimsy was crying a lot and just sat there. âWhy is it always so HARD?!â Hatti cleared her throat. âThatâs what she said!â Whimsy looked up at Hatti with snot dripping out her nose. âIâm a horrible artist!!â Hatti hugged her sister. âThere there.... Actually, do you know why people say âthere thereâ when someone cries?â Whimsy stopped crying. âNo, I donât. Wanna look it up later?â Hatti nodded. âYesss!â Whimsy started crying again and Hatti pet her head.
Brassi burst through the doors of the bus with a drink, a small bag and a blow up dolphin. Hatti stared at him and the dolphin. He noticed the look on her face. âYou donât wanna know...â He handed Whimsy the drink and she drank it so fast, her head froze. Hatti took a small hammer and hit her on the head to break the ice. Still looking at Brassi, Hatti looked a bit annoyed. âWhat took you so long, a whole minute?â Brassi huffed a bit. âThere was a long line. 2 people. And both wanted ice cubes!â Hatti facepalmed. âWhat is this world coming to?â âI never even saw it leave....â Brassi raised an eyebrow and scratched his chest.
Whimsy sighed happily. âThat hit the spot.â âWhat did?â Hatti sounded curious. âWell, that.â Whimsy pointed over a target on the wall and some weird hammer hitting the middle of it. âANYWAY, I feel much better guys, thanks! Why donât we go out for once?â Hatti gasped. âYou mean, out there? For longer than 5 seconds? NO running?â âNO running and for HOURS!â Whimsy smirked. âAlso, Iâm feeling kinda masculine right now, so...â She ran off for a second and came back wearing a different outfit, which made her look very boyish. ... What? You want me to describe it? Le-groan! Fine! Itâs a purple zip up hoodie with a yellow star on it. Sheâs also wearing a blue beanie! Hrm....anyway.... They all left the bus together and decided to walk to the water tower. It seemed like a great place to look over everything.
When they reached it, Hatti stared up and blinked. âHow are we gonna get up there?â Whimsy laughed and pulled an itty-bitty suitcase from her hoodie pocket. She set it down on the ground and opened it. Nothing happened. Hatti looked into it... âThereâs nothing in there...â Whimsy waited patiently, looking at her nails, which makes no sense....since she wears gloves.... Suddenly a latter burst out and smacked Hatti in the face, sending her flying. She landed doing a pretty pirouette and fell over seeing stars. âWhat a lovely night. Is that Venus?â
Brassi picked her up and started carrying her on his back. âI donât know, sis.... Iâd rather get hammered than lattered.â They made their way up the latter and Hatti violently shook her head, then smiled wide. âLook at the view! Never seen something like this!!â Whimsy chuckled. âYeah, itâs pretty cool! Imagine if you could live here!â She leaned back against the tower and heard a doorbell. Confused she turned around and saw a button. Even more confused, she started pushing it over and over...and over. Of course Brassi and Hatti had been staring for a while, also confused. They all jumped 6 feet back, or at least as many feet as they could, Iâm bad with math. Also, it has nothing to do with Covid-19. Hrm.... Yakko Warner opened the door...
#animaniacs#wakko warner#wakko#hatti#yakko#yakko warner#dot#dot warner#Whimsy#Brassi#Broski#oh hi there
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âSmall Town Hypocriteâ by Caylee Hammack
MG:
I have, throughout my life, faced doubters and naysayers who donât believe I have good, great, excellent taste in music. I recall fondly the friend who thought T.I.âs âWhat You Knowâ wasnât a classic (wrong), and I cherish the message board users who couldnât get behind Fall Out Boyâs âSugar, Weâre Going Downâ (ding dongs), but Iâm sure it all began with my dad who made me listen to The Partridge Family Album with headphones on (his stereophonic headphones, lol; I was seven) and then, not at all, because I started unconsciously singing along to the songs playing in my ears only. When you face a lifetime of this sort of adversity you can succumb to the wills of others or you can rise up and defy them, stubbornly asserting yourself and your taste above all. Thatâs where we find me today. Insisting on the good, great, excellence of âSmall Town Hypocriteâ while the choir behind me sings a completely different song. And goddamn! Everyone I love hated this song! They are all so wrong.
Before I cut to the chase, what makes âSmall Town Hypocriteâ so special is the tender songwriting, the long, dense verses and the big, weeping chorus. But what makes âSmall Town Hypocriteâ so special to me, is that, well, I can relate. Biographically, to details like giving up a scholarship to keep a boyfriend, but most significantly, I feel the bridge hardening in my bones. Itâs not just the words Caylee Hammack sings, itâs not really the words at all, itâs that she insists on dragging herself to the floor and laying there with all the blame. Both Hammack and her career are so young itâs hard to imagine her having any real regrets at this stage, but as someone who is a decade older and lived long enough to pull those wings out of the box and sew them back onto my body franken-style, I appreciate that she told the story the way it unfolded and not the way we like it to end. âSmall Town Hypocriteâ is a perfect song, as close as there can be. I said it and Iâm right.
DV:
I too appreciate how focused Caylee Hammack is on self-flagellation. Thereâs a theoretical angrier version of this song that points only outward, and itâs a weaker one. Even though: getting trapped in a manipulative, dead-end relationship is not actually hypocrisy, is it? Hammack may sing, âIâm just a small town hypocriteâ, but she isnât, not really. And thatâs what I love about âSmall Town Hypocriteâ: the way itâs a narrative about someone who blames herself for everything even though she shouldnât. Itâs pitch black. This is a song about someone who trusts and is betrayed and turns her frustration inward; someone who looks back on a teenage combination of rebellion and a desire to fit in and sees it as fraudulent, rather than the extremely normal process that almost everyone goes through as they figure out who they are. âSmall Town Hypocriteâ is a quiet melodrama about someone who was primed for self-destruction long before the events in the song - raised to hate herself and ready for the slightest excuse to lose what little confidence she had - someone who implodes completely and ruefully over three verses and a classic country production of organ, pedal steel, and gently plucked guitar. Hammackâs written the yearâs gentlest tragedy, towering and crushing.
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ALRIGHT! Iâve now seen the new Cats movie!
My first thought?
âThat couldâve been a lot worse, actually.â
Even if I didnât absolutely love it, some of the songs really brought me glimpses of the happiness and excitement I got from the original musical, and dare I say it, I would actually like to see the new movie again.
I went to see it right after watching the old version with my friend (she loved it btw!) and so, the contrast was pretty big.
My general thoughts and some shameless ranting with absolutely no order *spoilers ahead*:
- I got used to the designs of the characters quite quickly, there were some I liked more than the others but my mind numbed to it eventually. "You get used to anything, except an icicle up in your asshole", as the age old Finnish saying goes (and that's a rock fact).
- However, I did not like Jennyanydots the Bodyhorror Cat and I am pretty sure the person behind every decision regarding her might be an alien.
-Bustopher Jones lost all his dignity. In the musical he is very respected and completely fine with being a âbounderâ, yet in the movie they make a joke about him being sensitive about it. I also couldâve done without seeing cat men and women wolf down garbage.
- Apparently falling and tripping on things is still concidered to be peak humor in Hollywood.
- (maybe thanks to that) Instead of the humor coming from just their body language, they relied more on the spoken gags. Most of them are pretty meh. However, Iâll never forget the âIs he neutered? That note was kiiinda high...â line, âcause, whoa... wow... damn... Didnât expect that. Lmao.
- Speaking of the Rum Tum Tugger... well, letâs just say John Partridge will probably keep the mantle of being the best Tugger forever. Derulo has a good voice but the whole design given to his character and the way they had downgraded his importance in the movie made him a tad forgettable.
- Also, Jellicle cats do not have cheerful faces, actually Jellicle cats seem rather mean.
- The âTouch me!â Part of Memory lost most of its meaning since the importance of touch was never implied in the movie. Iâm also annoyed that the directors didnât tell the actor of Grizabella (Jennifer Hudson) to go a bit easier on her first two appearances and do the full blast crying scene at the end when sheâs pleading the other cats to accept her. Her emotion was seriously amazing, but because it was too strong right from the start, she lost the wow moment she couldâve had at the end. It wasnât her fault, Memory is supposed to be an emotional roller coaster, but she shouldâve been directed better.
- I prefer Grizabella being much older looking overall, even in the musical productions, since the comparison between how the Jellicles behave towards Gus and Grizabella is quite an important point to me. If they are both older cats, itâs easier to see and the decision to send her to the Heaviside layer more justified. Yeah, Grizabellaâs coat was a bit dusty and the corner of her eye a bit scarred in the movie but she was waaaaaaay too fine to think sheâd need a whole new life to fix herself. Nope.
- Very important note: There definitely should've been a rule that cats with clothes should KEEP THEM ON during the entire movie. The whole deal with clothing was utterly baffling altogether. Some cats had cat sized shoes, hats, jackets and they seemed unable to decide if they should keep them on or be in their birthday suits most of the time. Plus, if some cats have clothes and others donât, itâs just going to look odd. And hey, why is that one cat otherwise naked but wearing shoes? I donât know man, nobody knows.
- Thankfully, Skimbleshanks the Railway cat decided he rather liked his pants and never removed them. His tap dancing number was one of the best scenes in the movie. He also had a proper excuse to wear cat shoes. Good job Skimble.
- Ian McKellen (the cat) had the kind of fur around his head I wish every cat on the movie wouldâve had. Iâll never forget him saying âMeow, meow, meow!â Or dunking his head into a bowl to lap water with his tongue. I actually got a bit teary eyed watching his number.
- I donât feel that Taylor Swiftâs Bobalurina was... well, Bombalurina. She was just some hench cat whose only purpose was to get everyone high on catnip and preach about Macavity.
- Honestly, I actually thought the whole Macavity song part was pretty neat! Hear me out (donât scoff, lol). Yes, it was odd, but the way the dancers started moving when the golden flakes touched them was fascinating to watch. It was almost like a reference to the beginning where the cats couldnât help but dance under the Jellicle moon and their movement showed that clearly. Storytelling, but with dance! Can you believe it!? Iâm just sad that the CGI cheapened the dancersâ amazing performances during the whole movie since their movement looked odd at places thanks to the added fur. When thereâs so much digitally added effects on screen, you canât help but wonder, is this real or just animated?
- I havenât said anything about Munkustrap, I notice. Maybe because I like complaining too much and had to get all the whining out of the way. Good news, Munk remains a good, good cat and he was definitely my favourite character, alongside with Skimble (who kept his pants on, as you might recall). Thank the Everlasting cat or the Maker for small mercies.
- Also, to people talking about Munk and Misto in this new movie, I see ya. My poor heart is quite confused since the song Mr Mistoffelees is, and will always be, to me (and many others) Tugger and Mistoffelees' song, and therefore can have that kinda romantic vibe. Since they threw Tugger out of the window, going as far as to make the two interract as little as possible, Iâd rather eat my right leg than accept the romance they cooked up with Victoria and Misto. Since Munkustrap sings the first parts of Mistoffeleesâ song in the movie, I can see why Munk and Misto could be seen as a new pairing.
I donât mind if you like Victoria and Misto together, it doesnât itch my bum what other people enjoy, so have fun! Victoria x misto is just not for me. If I had to choose who I ship in this movie, Iâd probably ship Skimbleshanks with his hat. Itâs a very good hat. You canât see the CGI ears under it. Oh, did I mention Skimble's pants? They were red and he kept them on throughout the whole movie.
- (just remembered) Victoria singing Beautiful Ghosts to Grizabella immediately after Grizabella ended her second part of Memory, reminded me of that Tall Girl meme from last year. Like, âYou think your life is hard?" *bursts into song*
- Macavity being so desperate about getting to the Heaviside layer was actually pretty hilarious and the whole thing about him vanishing all the other âcontestantsâ was something new and unexpected. Didnât really mind it. I just wish the big finale wouldâve been Mistoffelees making all the vanished cats appear again.
- Judyteronomy teleporting behind everyone after Mistoffelees song made me laugh.
- Mistoffelees believing in himself at the end of the movie was pretty wholesome.
- Hey! Macavityâs fur actually looked a bit red when the light hit it from just the right angle and the stars aligned! I wonder if that was one of the features they added when they did the updates. Maybe that's why they couldn't afford to give people cat noses. Oh well.
And thatâs all for now!
This is already pretty long and got kinda outta hand. Thanks if you read this whole thing! I just wanted to vent and gather my thoughts about the movie. I love to nitpick and poke at stuff. I hope I didn't come across too negative or say only things everyone and their mothers have already talked about. The movie was far from perfect but in this nice safe bubble of ours no one should feel ashamed of liking something Cats the musical related. I'm actually itching to see this again, in all its horrifying glory, because despite all its flaws and things I wish they would've done differently, it's still Cats and some of the songs and scenes absolutely, quite positively slapped.
If you, for some unthinkable reason, would like to know my thoughts on a specific scene or thing in the new Cats movie, or just anything Cats related, feel free to ask me!
Toodle pip!
#Cats the musical#cats 2019#cats 2019 review#Kinda#cats musical#the rum tum tugger#mr mistoffelees#munkustrap#This was a pretty mindless review and I'm sorry it was so messy#The 2019 version is what it is#But i am happy I was able to get this much enjoyment out of it
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No kiss at my desk at 9 10/.. fine b[u]t windy morn[in]g F[ahrenheit] 60 1/2° at 9 10/.. a.m. finish[e]d my let[ter] to M- [Mariana] bef[ore] br[eak]f[a]st at 10 â th[e]n aft[er]w[ar]ds wr[ote] to âMr. Hutton
14 Park st[ree]t Grosvenor Sq[uare] Lond[on]â say[in]g th[a]t for inadvert[an]ce the box h[a]d rem[aine]d unop[ene]d
till the morn[in]g of writ[in]g and I h[a]d writ[ten] in a hur[ry] fancy[in]g I h[a]d bef[ore] p[ai]d ÂŁ8 for each pelisse
and forgett[in]g th[e]re was any extra and send[in]g h[i]m a check on Hamm[ersle]ys for the addit[iona]l
ÂŁ2.18.6 â wr[ote] als[o] to âMess[ieu]rs Ja[me]s Milbourne and son 195 Strand Lond[on]â h[a]d rec[eive]d the prints
on Fri[day] the 3[r]d inst[ant] âver[y] safe and ver[y] well doneâ and enclos[in]g a check on Hamm[ersle]ysâ for ÂŁ14.4.6
qui[te] satisf[ie]d w[i]th the charge â wr[ote] als[o] to âMess[ieu]rs Hammersleys and c° Bankers Lond[on]â
begg[in]g th[e]m to pay Hutton the 2 checks for ÂŁ8 + ÂŁ2.18.6 and Milbourne â aware my
acc[oun]t is so[me] shil[ling]s ov[er]drawn b[u]t will order the paym[en]t of ÂŁ200 int[o] th[ei]r h[a]nds bef[ore]
the end of th[i]s m[on]th â H[a]d Mr. Parker â out w[i]th A- [Adney] at 2 1/2 and left the ab[ov]e let[ter]s
and my let[ter] to Mrs. Lawton 3 Cliff Scarborough for Geo[rge] to ta[ke] to the post th[i]s aft[ernoo]n
A-  [Adney] copied for me the material part  k[i]nd let[ter] â she perpet[uall]y in my th[ou]ghts â âso long as you
âass[u]re me th[a]t my let[ter]s are val[ua]ble to you, you are the last who shall ha[ve] to compl[ai]n
âof me as a correspond[en]tâ â alw[a]ys delight[e]d to hear fr[om] h[e]r and effect[ivel]y and earnest[l]y anx[iou]s
ab[ou]t h[e]r - ..... âyou rath[e]r surprise me by the sent[an]ce âI can[no]t qui[te] ma[ke] out wh[a]t you
âmean by say[in]g âfr[om] the mom[en]t I delib[eratel]y told you my determinat[io]nâ â D[i]d I ev[e]r tell you
âany determinat[io]n? I d[on]t rememb[e]r itâ â of course, you know th[a]t by the word determinat[io]n
âI meant the break-off, wholly and sole[l]y y[ou]r own do[in]g in May 1832 dur[in]g the week I th[e]re sp[en]t
âw[i]th you at Lawton â If to the lat[e]st mom[en]t of my life I rememb[e]r any circumst[ance]s th[a]t ha[ve] occurr[e]d
 s[e]nt Miss W- [Walker] of Cliff hill th[i]s morn[in]g
the pheas[an]t and br[ace] of partridges
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âto me, sure[l]y th[i]s one circumst[an]ce in quest[io]n will be am[on]gst the n° - your âshadow of turn[in]gâ h[a]d
âflitt[e]d acr[oss] our path twice bef[ore], when. heav[e]n kno[w]s, my Lond[on] fr[ie]nds c[oul]d ha[ve] noth[in]g to do w[i]th it
âdirect[l]y or indirect[l]y â if they h[a]d an[y]th[in]g to do w[i]th th[i]s 3[r]d and last ti[me], it is eq[uall]y unkn[o]wn to th[e]ms[elves]
âand to me, and is on[l]y a mortify[in]g proof th[a]t I w[a]s n[o]t w[i]thout reas[o]n to compl[ai]n th[a]t even you c[oul]d bel[ieve] me
âinfluenc[e]d by motives w[hi]ch I ha[ve] alw[a]ys and honest[l]y disclaim[e]d â B[u]t, Mary. th[e]re h[a]s ev[e]r been a
âfilm acr[oss] y[ou]r eyes to me; and th[i]s, perh[aps], sh[oul]d just[l]y bear the blame â you ha[ve] fear[e]d where no fear
âw[a]s - Â you ha[ve] doubt[e]d where no doubt ought to ha[ve] been, - and why seek farther for reas[o]n
âof our pres[en]t posit[io]n w[i]th reg[ar]d to each oth[e]râ? I say, and th[in]k, you determ[ine]d wisely for us both,
âbec[ause] our happ[ine]ss togeth[e]r w[a]s beco[me] too diffic[ul]t â Rememb[e]r how you yours[elf] despair[e]d of it, fr[om
]
âthe ti[me] of our ill-fat[e]d journ[e]y to Holl[an]d â Howev[e]r aston[ishe]d and mis[era]ble I w[a]s when you 1st told me th[i]s
âI ha[ve] s[in]ce kn[o]wn the val[ue] of it, and been grateful â B[u]t, God bless you, Mary! I can serve you
âbet[ter] now th[a]n I c[oul]d ha[ve] done bef[ore]; and I can on[l]y say, th[a]t you may safe[l]y count up[on] my friendsh[ip]
âand reg[ar]d â I shall be delight[e]d to see you at an[y] ti[me]â â the ab[ov]e dat[e]d Sun[day] 5th inst[ant] the foll[owin]g p[age] 3 and
the ends dat[e]d today â âyou say I nev[e]r ans[were]d the quest[io]n you ask[e]d me so[me] m[on]ths back â I hop[e]d and
âfanc[ie]d the man[ner] in w[hi]ch I h[a]d notic[e]d it, m[i]ght be suffic[ien]t â Th[an]k you, my d[eare]st Mary, for the wish
âmay you be as hap[py] as you ha[ve] beenâ â all the rest bavardage â out w[i]th A- [Adney] at 2 1/2 in the
walk â left h[e]r gath[erin]g acorns (of w[hi]ch she aft[er]w[ar]ds lugged ho[me] a large heavy bask[e]t full â wond[e]r
how she g[o]t it along) and w[e]nt to Wellroyde wood â Pickells h[a]d hack[e]d up ready for ivy in the morn[in]g â
he was gone at 3 p.m. â call[e]d to see old Mr. Wilkins[o]n at Haugh â out â his wife ill â met him
aft[er]w[ar]ds â Jos[e]ph W- [Wilkinson] n[o]t go[in]g to get coal th[a]t he (old W- [Wilkinson]) knew off of â th[e]n saunt[ere]d al[on]g the
Godley r[oa]d to H[alifa]x â call[e]d to ask Booth the shoemak[e]r how he did â out â th[e]n to Greenwoodsâ
ord[ere]d wardrobe accord[in]g to the last plan â to be ÂŁ17 w[i]th rods and holders but unlin[e]d â they calculat[e]d lining
(flannel und[er]n[ea]th and brown holl[an]d ov[e]r it) Â at ÂŁ3 â agreed for the wardrobe at ÂŁ17 the lin[in]g
to be th[ou]ght of aft[er]w[ar]ds or let alone â Greenw[oo]d go[in]g to Liv[er]pool th[i]s day week and Hull next
Sun[day] week â to inq[uire] ab[ou]r so[me]one like[l]y to manage N[orth]g[a]te h[ou]se as an Inn if I laid out
ÂŁ2000 on it, rent to be ÂŁ250 p[e]r ann[um] for house and build[in]gs â the land I sh[oul]d keep free
to dispose of as I lik[e]d â Greenwood s[ai]d anoth[e]r mark[e]t w[oul]d soon be want[e]d and th[a]t w[oul]d
pay well â w[oul]d buy th[a]t best Riga logs (oak) at Hull â the memel oak [?] all
ways â w[oul]d deliv[e]r me inch Riga oak b[oar]ds, keep[in]g the outsides of the logs hims[elf], at
6 1/2d. a ft. at Shibd[e]n (he s[ai]d 7 1/2d. bef[ore] b[u]t I s[ai]d I had heard of oak to be h[a]d at Leeds
I bel[ieve]d at 6d. and meant to go ov[e]r) and pick[e]d deals at 6 Âœ a ft. â s[ai]d I lik[e]d 21ft. the best â
br[ou]ffhr ho[me] fr[om] Whitley Geolog[ica]l notes by De la Beche â ho[me] at 6 20/.. â din[ner] at 6 1/2 â won 3 hits and lost 3 â
1/2 h[ou]r w[i]th my a[un]t till 10 10/.. â fine but ver[y] windy day â F[ahrenheit] 61° at 11 p.m. â
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