#Rejoice! For spring is finally here!

[theriverlune]

The Welcoming of Spring

The soft touch of sunlight thaws out

my winter skin

Until this moment I hadn't realised

how frozen I had been

Frostbite had captured

my limbs

my fingers numb,

suspended

For five months my veins were a river of ice

but those first beams of hot sunlight

melt the cold encasing

crack open these frozen veins

they could finally flow again

and they flowed with warmth, life, and the

promise of happiness.

Demeter welcomes back her

darling Persephone with open arms

and with my eyes closed, head lifted

to the sun, so do I.

[meadow-of-daisies-and-lavender]

Summary: When the god of the Winter needed a messenger, he had chosen you. Yet your elders wanted you dead. But John Price, the god of the Winter, had other plans for his devotee. Eventual Poly 141.

A/N: Leaving this here, then backing away slowly. If you like, please comment and reblog. Special thanks to @itsagrimm for editing, even though you aren't into the type of writing. Thank you to @ethereal-night-fairy and @wildflower-and-honey for feeding my brain worms. I love you three and cannot thank y'all enough <3 Thank you, @saradika, for your beautiful dividers that I use in literally everything.

CW: (18+) Children begone! PIV smut, swearing, a Dyslexic wrote this, Religious Kinks, brief mention of suicide, brief mention of hypothetical pregnancy because what is John Price without a breeding kink? Voyeurism, exhibitionism, praise kink, elements of paranoia, and mindreader elements.

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You had been abandoned. Sent aimlessly into the east by your deceiving elders to find the oh-so-benevolent god of Winter. Your people had discarded you, and perhaps, you had now been forsaken by the Holy One. Under the new winter moon, you had no bearing in these strange woods. You were lost and without hope. Stumbling into a thicket, you paused, catching your breath. Once your village elders cut your binds and removed the blade from your still bleeding throat, you ran. You had three options now: find the Winter God John Price and beg for mercy, return home to your village to die by your elder’s blade, or finally, die by a frozen death.

 

Yanking down the sleeves of your dress, you shivered. Only a fool would think the thin lace would be enough to fight the cold. You hadn’t bothered to ask for a cape when you would be dead come dawn by the blade of your elders or the mercy of winter’s chill. Besides, if the elders thought it could help entice the winter god closer to you, you welcomed the possibility. The god liked fine things- the fragility of ice coating sleeping trees, the nuanced tendrils that composed a snowflake, the finespun embroidery on an altar cloth. Perhaps the gossamer lace of your gown would make you look as alluring as snow?

 

Your village worshiped the god of the East along with his three other seasonal counterparts. In the winter, the altar faced east for John. In the spring, it faced north for Kyle. In the summer, the altar faced west for Johnny, followed by facing south in the Autumn for the one they called Ghost. You traversed the mezzanine of the aged temple as if it was your birthing ground, dedicating yourself to the unknown and to what divine vexed within. 

 

A creature howled in the far distance, three more joining in the call. You wished you had a blade for protection, but the foolish  elders would not allow it after the last messenger sent to find the God of Winter killed himself. He died from fear of the gods with his body left for the animals starved for winter scraps according to the elders. The collapsed skull and bloodied rock meant otherwise. You would become like the warrior- murdered- if you didn’t keep moving.

 

At least you’d be dead if you stopped moving, and wasn’t that something to rejoice over for the elders? They wanted you gone the moment you opened your mouth, defending the holy temples in a burning righteousness against their infidelity. The elders mocked your faith, staging a spectacle to rejoice in their perceived standings with the holy gods, to enshroud their continued greed of village resources, and holy temple offerings while preventing you from stepping foot inside the sacred temple. 

 

All you wanted was to worship your gods in peace and for your village to know that peace. 

 

A branch snapped in the distance. Setting your foot down ever so quietly, you glared into the darkness of the night. In your chest, your lungs froze as if a tiny breath could lead starving beasts toward you, but your heart tapped a wild rhythm against your bones like a war drum urging warriors forward in battle. Between the bones of the trees, a figure raised from the ground. Dirt quaked in its path, fearing the disturbance as flashes of odd whites and black wove into a tall, hulking beast emerging like smoke. The vaporous monster inhaled. It was as if he sucked the forest in with his expanding breath, the conductor of the skeletal structure of the land. The one who assembled appendages of bone like armor and crown, marking his distinct otherness to any creature known before. Opening his eyes, bright gold light flared from its eye sockets, a perpetual fire, locked on burning you alive.

 

You ran. Barreling through the underbrush, thorns cut and tore at your dress, slowing you down. Pushing deeper into the woods, you dared not glimpse back at the monstrous shape. The gods, you prayed, would give one last indulgence by sparing your life. Dodging fallen trees and saplings, you heaved for a breath. Your toe caught on something sending you tumbling forward, down the hill, to be stopped by a mangled stump. There was little to be felt from the roar in your mind and blood careening to endure, to run, to survive.

 

Looking up, the terrifying haint peered down at you with its head tilted to the side, lazily biding his time hunting you. Fleeing, you made way towards the river that supplied the village with water. The monsters couldn’t cross the running water at the bottom of the ravine. Everybody knew that. Your breath created puffs of smoke with each gasp of air, streaming from your lips like a dragon’s purr.

 

Down at the river, you paused, cursing at your luck. The river was frozen over, but how deep the ice went was beyond you. You had to cross, fighting for a chance at life and to find John Price to appeal for assistance proving your claims. Taking a deep breath, you ventured on the ice, straining your ears for cracking and shifting sounds. Freedom sang like a siren from the other side of the waters with the promise of faith delivering you into her hands. On the other side was an assurance of one more day in your beloved temples with the beloved gods, of life, and of being free from the elders.

 

Without the freedom to roam the holy grounds of faith, what would be left for you?

 

You slipped with a screech, flailing until you caught your balance. Your hands trembled as breath fogged the air. Crossing was the only option, regardless of death prowling down to find you. The thought of the being sent shivers down your spine, and you squeezed your eyes shut as if it would banish the evil and push you across the waters.

 

“Stop!” A man bellowed like thunder echoing in the ravine. You jumped, slipping on the ice. With an assured crack, the ice broke, plunging you into the icy waters.

 

You gasped, choking on river water. Kicking to the surface, you were met with a ceiling of ice. You hit the ice with your hand to no prevail until the bubbles from your nose dissipated and a film of darkness descended upon your peripherals. In the gloom, eyes of golden fire shimmered at you, refracted by the ice, illuminated by the flash of lightning. 

It smelled like oak and spices as you inhaled. The bed you laid in was spacious, a soft luxury you sunk greedily into. Moments of time slowly returned to you as you stirred, until a tapestry unfolded, painting what had occurred in the woods to you. How you had survived drowning or hypothermia was beyond you, feeling none of it, now. Cocooned tightly in thick blankets, albeit naked as the day you were born, sleep still called in the comfort of the home. A warm crackle of a fireplace and the deep mutterings of men speaking filled your ears as you blinked. In your nest, you buried further in, savoring the needed heat with a sigh with your eyes peeking over the cover.

 

The two men, seated in the corner, had stopped conversing to stare at you. One was slim but muscular, with dark skin and shining brown eyes. He wore a grin both authentic and sly as if mischief personified, waiting for his time to strike and laugh at your mild misfortune. 

 

The other man was a bear. Thick, burly, legs with sizable thighs spread to consume room; it seemed all he did was call attention to himself. The cocky spread of his legs to the icy blues of his eyes; your neck burned as he smirked, having caught you staring.

 

“Hello, Fawn,” The bear rumbled, intentionally softening his voice and leaning down as if afraid to spook you like the little deer.

 

“Ghost found you,” injected the younger one. “It took him and Soap to pull you from the ice and bring you home. That was pretty stupid; getting on the ice like that. Haven’t people told you not to do that?”

 

Getting on the ice was stupid, but letting yourself get consumed and murdered by a beast was even worse. You had half a mind to tell the younger man your thoughts on the matter, but here you were, naked in a stranger's bed… alive. While grateful, you needed to leave. The task to find John and plead for his assistance in clearing the village of your awful elders still loomed, as did the precarious nature of being nude in a room of two strong men. 

 

“I’m looking for someone,” You mumbled. “I had no choice.”

 

“I know,” The older man hummed before speaking your name like a whisper of wind on your ear. 

 

The God of Winter . Your spine went straight before you bolted upright, clinging the blankets to your chest. These men were not men at all but your four holy gods. There was half a mind to shuck off the blankets and fall to your knees in reverence. You had offered prayers while bathing before; was this any different? As you shifted, apologized, and begged for pardons on the tip of your lips, John shook his head and stood.

 

“Gaz, go let Soap and Ghost know our fawn is all right,” John said, clasping Gaz on the shoulder. Gaz promptly left the room, closing the wooden door behind him, not before offering you one final comforting grin.

 

“I am sorry. I had to find you. The elders sent me to the woods to murder me. And… I didn’t know what else to do but to seek your help. I’m so sorry, please forgive me. The elders are murdering anyone who dares question them. Nobody believes me even though I have proof! The village will not survive the winter because of our elder’s theft from them and of the temple and I need your help. I have done nothing wrong except be loyal to you, John,” You rushed out in a single breath. “Please, help me. Help us .”

 

John set his hand on your cheek, running his thumb over your warming cheeks. A violent shiver sprung through your body, encouraging you closer to the god. You closed your eyes and nuzzled into his palm, lulled by the smell of spices and the alluringness of being physically held by him. Finally, you had removed the burden of secrecy and responsibility and John took it lightly with his hands soothing the ache from your skin with the glide of his fingers. 

 

“Love, you’re being too harsh. There is no reason to apologize,” He reassured you with a kiss on your forehead. “The fault lies with your elders. You have done all I have asked of you and more. Do not agonize yourself over the stubbornness of others. It will get you nowhere.”

 

You closed your mouth and held his wrist, keeping him to you. You thought of all your nights spent praying to the god of Winter when sleep evaded you. When you screamed or cried your prayers in agony, begging the divine god of winter to make himself known to you so that your faith was not in vain and your people could be free from the elders. 

 

But what of your people? What choice would they make? The old gods were worshiped only in tradition and the elders had slowly pushed your people further from the gods as the temple began to deteriorate. 

 

You were always dedicated to the divine in odd ways. Observant gifts of John’s favorite flowers and drinks were left on your homemade altar—prayers written on little papers in a box. Spare time spent tending to the aged temple and cleaning it, preparing it for worship. Devotion in wearing John’s favorite color as a ribbon around your wrist, bearing his color like a mark of ownership over you. 

 

It was… your stomach clenched as you remembered bathing in his favorite fragrances, the soap trailing between your breasts, water falling as gracefully as the curves of your skin, for his solstice day. Later that night, deciding to offer John an orgasm on a lust-induced whim. When you came down from your high, you swore you could feel the divine by your knees, looking down at the mess you had made, dribbling into the sheets. The idea of him voyeuring into your bedroom made you leak, reaching a bold hand down to part your lips for him to see your swollen clit.

 

“What you want from us, little Fawn,” John tilted his chin to look you in the eyes as his warm toned voice dipped between your thighs to make them clench. “Comes at a high cost for you.”

 

“And let my people suffer from the elder’s greed? Surely, you understand how harsh winter can be! And to let the gods lay waste when this is proof you still are near has to be blasphemy. I don’t want to die, but I’d rather try dying than be left bystanding in silence, rotting away-”

 

John took your neck in hand and hulled you to your feet. Your words died on your tongue as his nose pressed into your cheek. Chests pressed together, his human form radiated heat and softness protecting layers of muscle and power. You wondered briefly if his divine form would look more bear or beast, unleashing the thrum of calculated energy pulsing inside the god.

 

“Fawn, martyrdom is for suicidal fools. Not even the martyrs ask for their portion, they stumble upon it trying to uphold the will of the gods which threatens the portions and powers that be in your mortal world,” John shook your head ever so slightly, pressing closer until you gasped, looking up at him with wide eyes. Dark as ice, they pierced into you flickering from your eyes to your mouth, the urgency he held you with inching into territories you were unsure of but eager to explore. His eyes flickered down for a moment, and you shivered at your exposure, pressing your face into his neck as if to hide. “You will stay the night but come dawn, you must return home to live for us.” John instructed, pushing your hair from your neck. Leaning down, he nipped the bottom of your ear playfully, kissing along your neck.

 

You hummed, offering your neck to his lips. It didn’t matter if you had laid with a million other people before or none at all. You yearned for the assured solidity of the gods, and now you had it. They could have your body, the works of your hands, the words of your mouth, the paths of your feet. You only wanted to be near John, safe, nestled into his side, even if for a little while. To be welcomed into the god of winter’s bed for even a night? The idea made your thighs slickened with want, heat pooling in your stomach.

 

Everything in your bones wanted to please him, to let him have his fill of you, to honor him with the best of your skin and body. You’d get on your knees for him. Suck his cock until you are panting, with his cum on your tongue. You wanted to be good . You let out a little whine, a soft vibration in your throat. John chuckled, coming up from your throat to kiss you properly, all while moving you on the bed.

 

He kissed down your throat, gently touching your chest with the hints of friction making you squirm, tangling your fingers in his hair.

 

“I want you to soak my fingers and cock with this pretty cunt tonight, Fawn” John decidedly spoke. You eagerly nodded, humming as his hand squeezed the fat of your stomach. 

 

You opened your thighs as he descended between them, grinning as he knelt before you. You could have laughed at his eagerness if it wasn’t for the gentle, inquiring sweep of his finger through your folds, collecting your wetness. A sigh fell from your lips as he played with your cunt, a pleasant warmth filling your mind as your legs found a home on his shoulders, your hand on the back of his neck, scratching the short hairs there.

    

“Been thinkin’ about this pretty pussy since you showed her to me,” John growled, thumb swirling on your clit just as you had when you played yourself for him. Your knees bent, pushing your pelvis to catch the angle just right . “Offered me use of your body, a delicacy, to use as I please. Perfect little human for me to fuck whenever,” He growled before putting his mouth to work, sucking on your clit.

 

You keened, bucking your cunt into his face. John devoured you whole, feasted on you, your head in the clouds, floating with nothing to tether you but his mouth. The god of winter’s fingers prodded your entrance, slipping in with a slight stretch. His fucking hands, reaching depths you could never achieve on your own, made you moan, opening your eyes to watch him. From below your stomach, John was fully committed, eyes closed, grunting against your cunt.

 

John fought against your legs, drawing out the pulsing waves of pleasure until your ears were ringing, vision white, cresting into a beautiful brainless hum as your body went limp. 

 

“Fuck, John, I can’t,” You whimpered, pushing his forehead back. Your chest heaved, hands grasping for anything you could reach until he slid his hand in yours, anchoring you to him. He moved, and you closed your sticky thighs, clenching at the slick dribbling down. John reverently kissed your collarbone, hands brushing over your scalp, lulling you from the cloudy space.

 

His lips kissed along your neck and chest as his hands wandered along your hips and thighs, rough fingers tickling the sensitive skin of your ass. Your eyes opened, greeted by his gentle gaze as he hovered over you. His mouth had been pinkened by your cunt, hair mused by your thighs and hands. 

 

Grabbing his hand, you kissed his palm before licking the fingers that had been inside of you moments before. Something was intoxicating about the way you tasted, strong and delicious. Taking his fingers in your mouth, you hummed, thinking about how much thicker his cock would feel. John swore, pushing his fingers against your tongue, stilling your control. You moaned, letting your eyes close and legs fall open. Holding his arm, you could feel how your tits were pressed together by your biceps, making you not only a sight but a spectacle .

 

“Want my cock that bad, little fawn?” John teased. Opening your eyes, you nodded, nudging him closer with your foot. Removing his fingers, he drug his hand down your centerline, leaving a cold trail of your spit down your body. He slowly entered you, grunting with his eyes glued to the way you sucked him in.

 

“Fuck, John,” You whimpered, panting at the fullness pressing you open. His thumb rubbed your clit, lulling you back to another orgasm. Spreading your legs, he placed a knee on the bed as he began to thrust, covering his cock in your frothy slick.

 

It was hot and so, so full as he reached parts of you that had you gasping for air and tearing up. There was no pinch, only a subtle burn from the stretch, soothed by his cooing in your ear and thumb working wonders on your clit. Shifting his hips, he fed you more of his cock, making your vision go frayed around the edges. If your brain could leak away, it would slowly leak out with the wetness of your cunt.

 

“Just like that, fawn,” John encouraged, making you clench around him. “My little offering to take as I want, letting me use you like a good girl,” John grunted as you clenched around him, his hands falling to your stomach and hip, selfishly grasping at the plush skin to pull and drag you off his cock with.

 

“I’m,” You whined, clawing at the god’s massive arms, rippling with movement. “Please, John! Feels so good, filled up,” You babbled, trying to run closer and further with each thrust.

 

His other hand laid over the base of your throat, curling possessively around, forcing your eyes to his, forehead to forehead, as he pressed and pressed into your cunt, stretching you wide and filling you perfectly.

 

“Pretty wet cunt, dripping for me,” John’s lips brushed your ear, moaning into it. He reached a hand to gently pinch your nipple, making you gasp. “Rub yourself for me. Let me see you soak my cock.”

 

You slid a hand between your thighs and rubbed your clit, spreading your lips wider, feeling fully exposed, unable to help the moan and the chasing buck of your hips, humping the tight heat pooling in your stomach.

 

“Cum, love. Cum for me.”

 

You listened, you always did, a perfect little offering for him to use. You fought to keep your eyes open as you came, body convulsing, to show him what he had made you into. But when your fingers became too sharp, the pleasant hum of blood in your head turning into a sharp ringing, you went limp, thighs covered in slick cum as John took his final thrusts. Ropes filled you as his hand lovingly smoothed over your lower stomach. He rested his forehead on yours, panting as he lazily kissed you, his cock twitching as you warmed him. 

 

“You okay?” John whispered from his place between your breasts as you scratched the back of his head.

 

“Sore,” You hissed as he slipped from you but was quickly scooped into his arms and laid across his chest. “M’tired,” You confessed, closing your eyes with a soft sigh.

 

You would be content to lie on his chest for the rest of time, feeling the rise and fall of his breath, wrapped in the warmth of his broad arms. Everything about you felt small compared to him; the way his hands engulfed yours, the way your calves had laid over his shoulder, the ripple of muscles and fat as he had fucked you. 

 

“I need to clean up,” You mumbled, fingers following the lines of his pectorals. 

 

“In a moment, darling. We’ll both clean up.” John kissed the top of your head, reaching for a glass of water for you to drink from before he took a few sips.

 

The god of Winter leaned down and kissed you so gently, soothing the aches with gentle hands against your thighs. Though, you felt it was more an excuse to touch your thighs more, but you didn’t mind. After cleaning up, you fell asleep swiftly, draped over his chest as his fingers traced dainty traces of snowflakes along your spine, tended to and protected. 

In the morning, you woke in your own bed, dressed in the robes of a high priestess, as someone pounded on your door. As you rose, you felt the phantom aches of the previous night between your thighs. Quickly hiding the robes, you caught the white scars of John’s handprint over your womb, etched like silver ice into your skin.

 

“One second!” You yelled, dressing. Once you were decent, you threw open your door and gawked.

 

“There’s been a war party! They burnt the elder’s homes and the wheat stores! We need help!” The man took you by the arm and pulled you into the fray of dark smoke against the blooming pink winter sky. It was snowing, melting into water that slid down your arm and into the frosted grounds.

[mawlbone]

CRACKED CRADLES - NIKTO

SNIPPET: Nikto never imagined himself to be a family man since he was a child and especially after being disfigured from his time in the FSB. But here he is, settled and snuggled between cotton sheets and cradling an innocence in the grasp of bloody hands with a lover in tow. A pittance from above perhaps…

[CW: amab reader, afab nikto, mpreg, manipulative nikto, mention of trans pregnancy, self-depreciating thoughts, mental health and medication struggles, mentions of hallucinations, implied sex, and children.]

[COMMENT: I promise the warnings is not that bad, just the tiniest bit of hurt/comfort because Nikto is a troubled man, if anything it’s him living the domestic life here. Anyways enjoy the brainrot and know that opening yourself up to others is hard, but not impossible. But also screw me for making a whole exposition instead of going straight to the actual event, oh my gosh, this was suppose to be 500 words.]

Becoming roommates to partners was the last thing you could had expected on your long list of nonsense when you placed an advertisement online looking for a roommate to split your rent with. Even more ridiculous, agreeing to meet a stranger in the dead of night because he doesn’t want anyone else around to see him? Should that had rung some alarm bells inside that tiny brain of yours?

Thankfully you didn’t get stabbed, but instead impaled with the strangest marriage offer of your life that practically had your eyes springing out of your sockets.

The stranger’s reasoning? Whatever hotel accommodations the world could offer could never compare to the warmth of home cooked meals and security a home has, he says bluntly. Nothing more and nothing less. Honestly, you deadpan at the man for that, but with pennies in your savings and desperate to stay under a roof, there’s very little room for you to negotiate.

Sure, will most people consider what you had done fraud? Absolutely!

But the two of you aren’t exactly complaining with the benefits marriage can offer after the quickest trip to the courthouse you ever seen and ignoring the way the receptionist trying to nudge you and ask if you’re being coerced silently.

Work clothes and a masked man doesn’t exactly fit the image of the stereotypical wedding but it’s fine… Even if you have to mustered up a smile and lie between your teeth every time your coworkers gushingly ask you about when have you got the time to meet a man with how overworked you all are, something you can only fake laugh about to avoid their endless questioning.

You learned his name was Nikto.

It was a strange union per se, uncommon for most of society considering the circumstances but it wasn’t bad.

Simply it’s what had worked best between the both of you.

It was nice…

The security of it all.

No longer did you had to worry about choosing whether to keep your lights on or getting another meal on the table.

Sure, you can describe the start of your guys’ fake relationship as rocky with the both of you mutually agreeing to not interfere with each other lives as this act is only for the sake of appearances. But it’s hard to not feel guilty living off his money as he shoo you off saying what you can pay with that measly salary of yours.

Rude.

For the intimidation that Nikto can pose, a cute little cottage with a classic white picket fence was the furthest thing you could had expected. He stated that your apartment is too open, whatever that means, so he got the home just hidden within the depth of the woods, but still not too far from the city in case you need to run some errands or pick up last minute groceries.

Not exactly the image a cold blooded man Nikto describe himself as, entirely blunt about his occupation towards you as a contract soldier. You don’t mind, quite little to complain about when you can rejoice in finally having a room for yourself.

Both separate of course for privacy sake.

So the only thing you can do is small favors whenever he’s deployed, whether that be repairing his torn clothes because he doesn’t want to throw them away, picking him up from the airport during his breaks, or even getting his medication from the pharmacy for him using your marriage status. Occasionally even sending a care package or two once you start getting enough promotions to justify the shipping costs in sending him some snacks and comforts whenever you got the time.

He doesn’t talk a lot still even in person whenever he’s back home. You’ll wake up in the middle of the night to see him sitting amidst in the living room at some ungodly hour in the morning watching some late night television with a drink in hand. Or something scaring the shit out of you by staring at you from some dark corner of the room. You’re not sure what he thinks in those quiet moments.

Will most people consider this an another version of Cupid and Psyche if you reveal the fact that you never get to see your husband’s face to the outside world despite all these little favors?

Yeah, maybe so.

But honestly, who cares? You just had got a text that he’s coming home tomorrow, so that means you have to haul ass and start prepping a meal to congratulate him coming home again. Whatever you two had, whether it be bordering on roommates or partners, it’s still nice nevertheless to have something to occupy the home with all its silence when the radio becomes too tiring.

—

You’re awfully a lot like a mouse, Nikto thought when he first settle you in the cottage. Meek, overly curious, but still cautious enough to respect his space.

With the way you scuttle about the cottage playing homemaker, it’s too reminiscent of a furry rodent trying to hurry for the winter. Maybe that’s why you don’t alert his wariness, you’re too weak. Barely even human enough in his mind to register you as a threat.

What harm can you possibly do to him?

But time brings fondness and he too is unsure on what to do with you, his little mouse who somehow become very brave as of late and keep popping up in his life with homemade goods and repairing his stuff in your free time. The house is overly warm with the pops of the fireplace and grounded colors you insisted on painting the walls to ease your guys’ minds.

It’s easy with you around to know what he can perceive as his illusions when he’s too tired to take his medication, it’s too peaceful with you around in your quiet little world.

You aren’t freaking out about the spiders crawling on his skin that usually would had brought an unbearable itchiness in his bones if he stares long enough at them. You’re normal enough to freak about such a thing if you can see them and begin hurriedly urging him to be careful around such a creature.

Simple as that.

Over the years, he had developed a little hobby to test you, merely bringing his hand to your throat whenever your back is turned against him and gently cradling it. Or taking your hand and placing it underneath his mask and letting you feel all the bumps and grooves on his face and watch how you react.

He doesn’t know why he does this, is he waiting for you to hurt him? To prove himself right once more that nobody can tolerate him and everyone goes away eventually?

He is unsure.

So is the rest of him.

Despite staring at your form and waiting for you to jolt away or twist your face in grimace at the gnarly texture of his fucked up face, you don’t. Humming away and even leaning into his touch had become the norm for you, no comment or any sense of fear about the looming danger he presents to you.

Wonderful.

Everyone conclude that you’re also too complacent to hurt them.

They all ignore the irritating warmth in their chest uprising from that thought.

Like with everything with time, things had changed over the years as well. Your bedroom had become his as well after a bad night when you offered to come cuddle him, stroking his back and smoothing your hand over your scars and even kissing the ones underneath his chest.

So a mattress becomes one made for two, after night, after night because as much as Nikto likes the excuse for you to be buried deeper within his touch, a small bed is bad for his back.

Perhaps you should had expected him already.

After all, the change shouldn’t be surprising with how many items of his that you had already lingering about the room: from unfinished sewing projects with the numerous torn masks you have damaged from Nikto’s frustration when he felt it become too suffocating on his face, alongside the stacks of other various rags you have collected that he is too grumpy to throw away, arguing it’s still wearable even with all the holes and tears in them.

You pose no threat to him, he constantly reassures himself. But why does every soft touch, every meal on the table, and every easy affection you had given him had been cumulative to him adding more and more traps around the house to keep you from the outside world. You don’t know such things are laid around the property or even about the hidden cameras littered inside the home when he’s on the field, or about the true purpose of the barred windows he purchased not too long ago, excusing it as a defense against intruders and not as a means to keep you inside if worse comes to worse.

Still, what else to keep you here?

He’s getting old with age, his contract is ending soon, and he’s already considering retiring with the amount of money already tucked away in his accounts to live out the rest of his years lavishly if he so wishes. And you don’t depend on him much anymore with the hefty promotion you were able to get after switching your office job and working from home remotely now. You could as well, just leave, if you so wish.

A baby, he thinks.

A baby will complete the home. Complete the typical family that everyone desperately wants to fit in. After all, there’s an extra room inside a cottage to fit a child in here.

It will incentivize you to stay.

Those nagging feelings of responsibility and all those morals everyone learns about at a young age will guilt you enough to stick with him.

Surely his body is at least useful enough for this, it’ll just be a different sort of service from his body, no? You’re kind enough to pepper him with easy affection and soft touches, and sex with you previous times had been pleasant enough to know you won’t hurt him intentionally without meaning.

So you shouldn’t mind a more permanent solution to ease his worries, right? Everyone else is fine with it…

—

Anticipating a child was the last thing you could had expected on the long list of your husband’s strange motives. Should you had expected it with how destroyed your hips had become during the last few months before this announcement, maybe so.

But still, you weren’t exactly prepared for one, hell even sure if you two wanted one as he dropped the test in your hand with a blunt, “I’m pregnant” leaving his scarred lips.

It definitely had your head blanking out momentarily before coming back to the sight of Nikto playing with the hem of his shirt and avoiding your gaze when you remained silent. You hurriedly assure him that you don’t mind and that yes, you would love the baby.

No time was wasted after your word and soon enough, the nursery is where Nikto’s former room used to be is painted white with little animals painted all over its walls and ceiling to entertain a young child’s imagination for days on end after much debate. Already the closet and shelves is stuffed full of clothes and diapers to prepare you for the long awaited road ahead.

Nikto always liked to keep all his precious things inside one room, he told you about it long ago of how he did it with his toys as a child, burying it within the piles of his clothes inside his closet, and with his weaponry at the base underneath his bed and now with you and himself all tucked up nearby inside the bedroom merely arms away from him.

Perhaps that’s why pregnancy was calm for him, nothing more than a few bumps and sores with you readily available to look after him to ease his mind. No morning sickness, no sudden dizzy spells, or an urge to hunch over in pain. If anything, you were amazed with how peaceful the child was, praising them and kissing the bump much to Nikto’s embarrassment who can only push your head away and scold you after you went exploring with the changes in his body a bit too far that one time.

A shame, but if there’s anything he appreciates your willingness to help him whenever.

Even if that meant locking yourself in the bedroom with a very unhappy pregnant husband practically clawing the walls saying he can feel a presence inside the home and huffing away at you when you revealed you hired a housekeeper to clean up the cottage during the last few months of his pregnancy.

“Why did you invite a stranger here…”, You’ll hear him grumble, the most frustrated you had seen previously after breathing a bit too loudly one night and waking him up.

You had to hold Nikto to your chest, which isn’t hard anymore with the giant bump he sported and call the poor lady saying you’ll pay extra if she was able to do it as quick as possible for you two. All while assuring Nikto afterwards that no, an old lady will not go expose all of them to danger because she’s a friend’s mother you know from work that you hired so the house chores can still be done while you’re occupied with him.

How troublesome, you sigh, peppering Nikto’s face with kisses as a means to calm him down from his worries and promising him a nice dinner and massage later if he comes back to the bed with you.

You had other little things set up to help alleviate your anxious ridden husband’s thoughts during the last few months of his third trimester.

As finally feeling the cramps settling, he has the urge to run away and have the baby by himself which you found out about after seeing his hidden bag hidden in the closet. You had to sooth him when he begin sobbing, vehemently refusing to go to the hospital saying that there will be too many people in the room touching him and doing operations inside and it’ll make him feel violently ill, but leaving out the part that he fears that they’ll take his baby away from him after seeing his mental conditions in his chart and deem him unsuitable to be a father.

Thankfully, you didn’t question him further, but it didn’t stop you at least getting a midwife, a tiny grey-haired recently retired nurse, to monitor him. She was kind enough to explain the procedure to him, every little step and how to prepare him for the birth as she gets you two ready for your daughter’s arrival. You’ll forever found it humorous that she basically had to bully your husband to stop nesting and lay down because “is he trying to get the baby out early with all his moving”, you’ll see her scold as he rolls his eyes all annoyed.

But with the birth coming soon enough, settling Nikto on the bed and having you there to hold his hand, it was nothing short of smooth with three firm pushes and there she was, your daughter was born kicking into the world with a mighty wail as the midwife cleaned her bloodied self up before presenting her to Nikto to hold.

Immediately her cries soothed as you watch him stared almost wondrously at her as her hand grips his finger. You think this is the first time you seen him truly this shocked, all in awe at his child yawning away and sleeping in his arms and smiling. You had to stop yourself from crying at her cute little face, but if anything, you managed to catch a glimpse of an appreciative look being thrown at the midwife from Nikto as she gently carried the baby back to dress her up properly.

That doesn’t stop you from worrying over Nikto still when the midwife deemed you all ready enough for her to departure. Eventually after dealing with too many nights of your husband waddling away to the nursery to watch over your daughter, “you’re suppose to rest, please!” You finally decided to build another crib at the foot of your bed so Nikto can peer down at her whenever he wants when his paranoia keeps him up at night.

It’s terribly cute, you’ll wake up to her blabbering as Nikto plays with her on the bed now, laid down between the both of you in the middle and surrounded by the warmth of your bodies’ as she squirms away from her father’s endless tickling on her tummy. Her and her little mouse onesie that Nikto bought for some reason that you put her in the night before was too damn adorable, practically having you pressing her cheeks with kisses before reaching over to smooch your husband to thank him as well for gifting you a wonderful gift.

You don’t know what goodwill you had done to gain such a wonderful family, but you won’t ever question it, this life that you thought you’ll never known before.

But you’ll laugh when Nikto pushes your face away saying to not do such indecency in front of the child before leaning forward to give you a peck as well.

—

For all the shame Nikto holds with the haunting of his past, there is nothing more rewarding whenever he holds his daughter in his arms as he rocks her to sleep every night.

For all her tininess, she’s so warm and alive and the only thing Nikto knows that is inevitably real in his world because she grew inside of him. She’ll gaze up at him and wonder why her father’s tears drip down onto her body but she’ll never complain, only reaching up and holding her father’s face in her hands and hold him. You never have the heart to intrude onto these intimate moments. But you hope he knows you’ll be there in every step of the way and help as much as he allows you to.

The cottage may had become a mousetrap designed for you, but perhaps he had willingly become trapped within your own as well.

[burntblueberrywaffles]

the desperate anidala bitches shall rejoice, because i come offering a second rec list 😌 /lh

My Anidala/Vaderdala rec list! (part 2)

You can find the first rec list here!

sorry I took so long this got buried way down in my drafts but it's finally out 🫡

some of these are not complete so do check chapter count and pls dont yell at me asdfhgkjfh

Modern AUs

The Bet

Anakin's had a crush on Padmé since fourth grade, and after putting up with his pining for seven years, Obi-Wan and Ahsoka are finally stepping in and making a bet that he can't ask her to junior prom in the spring. Meanwhile, Padmé is realizing that Anakin isn't as annoying as she'd always thought. In fact, her feelings towards him are starting to go in quite the opposite direction...

Snow Place Like Home

For genre-typical convoluted reasons involving ill-timed blizzards, Padmé is forced to spend the holidays at Anakin's house. Anakin isn't as upset about his boss staying with him for Christmas as he probably should be.

Second Chances

When Luke Amidala and Leia Skywalker meet at summer camp, they're shocked to discover that they're long-lost twins. The logical next step? Getting their estranged parents back together.

I usually avoid Parent traps AU just because I dislike it as a setup, but when it comes to Anidala a bitch is desperate, and this was a cute and fun one, I really enjoyed it!

Lemon

“What other secret fantasies do I have that are glaring neon signs for you?” Anakin asks. “You’re conflicted,” Padmé says, “because on one hand you want to be a very good boy for me, but on the other you want to misbehave so I have a reason to punish you.” He blows out a plume of smoke and taps the ash off his cigarette. “You know, I really thought you were a nerd. I thought I'd have to be like, ‘Hey, how about you tie me up sometime.' Get you into this stuff little by little. But no, you’re diving right in like we met on a BDSM subreddit or something.” Or: Padmé has car problems. Thankfully she knows a good mechanic.

normally, I probably never would have checked out this fic, (mommy kink is just not my thing) but as previously stated, A BITCH WAS DESPERATE and you know what it actually slapped 😌

Rebound

Padmé Naberrie has just been broken up with. She wasn't prepared for a night out with her girls to find her a rebound. She certainly wasn't prepared for Anakin Skywalker.

Sith-Raised Anakin

the inevitable end of dancing with the devil

"Maybe it was too crass to compare the devil to such a creature—Lord Vader wasn’t the devil, he was worse." Senator Amidala was undoubtedly one of the most respected and adored public servants to walk the galaxy. Lord Vader was not. Vaderdala AU. Arranged Marriage AU

A Worthy Sacrifice

Chancellor Palpatine has dropped the act and decided to rule the galaxy openly as Darth Sidious. His reign wouldn’t be half as successful without his unhinged attack dog Darth Vader, a much rumoured warbringer who appears in black robes with a saber red as blood and brings even the strongest revolutionaries to their knees. Padmé is not only fighting for her home country but the freedom of the known regions and she is desperate to turn the tides of this war which is why she agrees to the deal Sidious offers her: A child with this favourite Sith Lord in exchange for her home: Naboo.

This is one of my favourite fics with this trope!

Pearl in My Head

Padmé's just starting her career as a Senator when she attracts some unwanted attention from the Emperor, who has decided on a very different role for her in the Empire. [empire already exists, arranged marriage/forced proximity au! loosely follows some aotc/rots events]

What Was I Made For?

Darth Vader was not a man made for love, but this was not love. Or, Basically, Padme and Vader are friends with benefits, but she's so nice to him that it makes him question his entire existence.

FOR YOUR LOVE (i’ll do whatever you want)

𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰? 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰? 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐢’𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 He gave her that devilish smirk of his. The one that had gotten her into this mess in the first place. “I’ll give you what you want.” OR, A rare moment of intimacy happens for Padmé and Anakin – whose relationship is strictly carnal.

I have yet to read the second chapter (will get on that when I get out of the snowbaird hole lol) but I really enjoyed the first one!

Vaderdala

love me, love me (like you used to do) 

In which Vader fails to capture his son, but gains a daughter, his wife, another pair of twins... and the past.

this fic was SO GOOD holy shit literally made me feral when i fiorst read it

Love Like Ghosts

There are very few people who know the location of the Rebel Alliance’s base on Naboo. Even fewer who know the names of any of the people who work there. So when Padmé gets up on a cold morning, the windows frosted and harsh wind rattling the doors of the large house that’s been the headquarters of the Alliance for nearly two decades, to see a package with her name on it sitting on the doorstep, her heart stops in her chest.

loved this fic but as a heads up it doesn't provide "they get back together" closure so be ready for that

news of old by @ineedausernamel829

Padme is a member of the rebel alliance. During a mission, her past relationships with darth Vader comes to light

No vaderdala interactions, but exploration of the relationship through Padme talking about it - It’s so so good

Sad Vaderdala hours

Imperial Socialite

In a timeline where Darth Vader doesn't face immolation and Padmé Amidala lives, their marriage continues in a form that is at once far more honest and deeply dysfunctional. Though Padmé tries to remain within the Imperial Senate, the trauma of her husband's betrayal--and the apparent deaths of her children--force her into early retirement. Too much of a liability to aid the emerging Rebel cause directly, Padmé seeks out new avenues of defying the Empire: by leveraging her connection to Vader to mess with the Imperial Elites of Coruscant.

it could be sweet

an interconnected collection of stories based on the idea of what would have happened if Padmé had lived. (aka me finally writing down my self-indulgent vaderdala daydreams aka me living my best life)

This series is so good in a "rip my heart out of my chest and steps on it" way

all joy sucked dry

Her husband had fallen, her life’s work had crumbled, and her own babies were strangers to her. But she didn’t even care, and that was the worst part. Or: Padme deals with postpartum depression, and Vader is ill-equipped to help her

Others

Across the Seas

Padmé Amidala - the daughter of the royal governor of Jamaica - never expected her life to be much more than it already was. Her routine is to dress in her finest clothes, put on a pretty face, and ensure she is presentable to not only the people but to the many men attempting to court her. However, Padmé's world is flipped around when pirates attack, and the young woman finds herself in the company of their fearsome, brash, (dashing) Captain. Initially sickened by the roughish man, Padmé will quickly learn there is so much more to the mysterious Captain Skywalker. A pirate's life for me

The pirate AU I didn’t know I needed. So good

Right & Wrong

After they watch a holoshow that portrays reprehensible content, Anakin unwittingly reveals the concerning way Chancellor Palpatine acts towards him. Padmé will not let anyone harm her husband — and she’ll make this Obi-Wan, the Jedi Council, and even the whole galaxy’s problem if she needs to.

when the grooming is actually adressed >>

cestrum nocturnum

Summer on Naboo, the Clone Wars have yet to begin, and Anakin is tasked with protecting Senator Amidala after an attempt is made on her life. It's too bad that every moment with her has him in agony, and every moment apart is even worse—especially after that night in the courtyard ... Or: Anakin spends a torturous time on Naboo in the company of the person he loves because he doesn't know how to tell her his true feelings.

Naboo smut 🤭

And that's it! if anyone has recommendations for a fic that isn't in either of my rec lists, please let me know! I am so so desperate I need my anidala fix

Since I was deep into the Star Wars hole and desperate, I’ve also been reading non-Anidala/non-Anidala centric fics about Darth Vader/Anakin/the Skywalker family, so I will be posting a rec list for that soon! (When i say soon it can mean anything from a day to months, my brain is not always great at tasks, if anyone wants to be notified when I do post it lmk and I’ll tag you ❤️)

[rudnitskaia]

White Chrysanths for the Swallow

Rocky was waiting for her at the table at the Little Daisy, but this time he was especially eager. Even Ivy had stopped teasing him about the way he lighted up and hummed to himself as he waited for Mau to show up at the door of the café, and just smiled, refilling his coffee whenever it ran out. He almost daydreamed of handing Maura two tickets to tomorrow's musical: of her eyes sparkling, of her taking his hand and telling him he was the best in the world.

But time passed, and Mau wasn't coming.

In those few hours, Rocky had replayed the fantasy in his head hundreds of times, changing the lines and the scenery. At first, imaginary Maura was beaming with happiness, calling him affectionate names, melting in his arms like all those heroines on the stage of a musical theater in the arms of their beloved ones, but every time the fantasy became darker and darker. More disturbing. Mau no longer rejoiced, no longer smiled. Her bright lively figure was becoming more and more dim, and she more often sighed, frowned, did not accept the gift. She asked him to return the tickets, scolded him for wasting his money carelessly, told him some news, one worse than the other, and finally said she didn’t want to see him again. Never again.

It was getting unbearable to sit still, and Rocky abruptly moved away from the table, threw on his coat, and headed for the exit. Maybe a walk would clear his head a little…

“Miss Pepper, I have a very urgent task to attend to. If she shows up on the doorstep, don't let her out of here on any pretext. Lock the doors, board up the windows, show her every fashion magazine you can find, but don't let her leave here until I get back. I'm counting on your wit and exceptional charm.”

The way he looked intently into Ivy's eyes before he left looked almost threatening. He wasn't even aware of the desperation hiding behind that look. But Ivy saw it.

“Don't worry, I'm an expert at this,” she winked at him encouragingly.

The cold air blew across Rocky's face, and he shivered, pulling his scarf over his nose, the same funny skewed scarf Mau had knitted for him last Christmas. Sometimes, like now, Rocky thought he could still smell on it the very same scent of coffee and pastries that wafted from the Venza family's eatery. It didn't help distract him, though. Quite the opposite. After walking a few blocks in an attempt to escape his doubts, he spotted a small flower shop — Rocky's imagination immediately conjured up a lovely picture of Maura cradling a fresh spring bouquet on this cold, cloudy evening and he didn't notice himself stepping over the store’s doorstep. The frail old woman behind the counter put aside the newspaper and immediately chirped, offering him different flowers, and finally convinced him to take a few white chrysanthemums. She tied the flowers with a delicate pink ribbon and also wrapped them tightly in the newspaper she had read before.

“They mustn't be overfrozen. Or they won't last long,” she explained sternly.

Rocky walked back much more briskly. He was warmed by the thought that now he would be able to give Mau not one surprise, but two. Hiding the bouquet from a gust of cold wind, Rocky lowered his gaze to it and pressed the flowers closer to himself… when suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the headline of one of the newspaper articles.

“Shootout at the small Italian eatery Casa di Rondine shocked the residents… a bloody showdown in the neighborhood… occurred on the night… police identified the bodies of two…”

Rocky couldn't remember how he reached the familiar alleyway. How he threw the bouquet to the ground, swung over the barrier tape, and rushed to the entrance — a gaping hole instead of a small blue door. Shards of glass littered the floor, the formerly cozy, cramped hall was a real mess, the furniture was riddled with gunshots. Even the old tabletop radio was now on the floor, shattered to pieces.

“Stop right there!” a panting policeman grabbed him by the scruff of the neck. “What the hell are you doing breaking into a crime scene?”

“I… uh…” in his panic Rocky couldn't think straight, but nonetheless he blurted out: “I'm from a newspaper. Wanted to visit the crime scene myself.”

“A lousy reporter you are, then. Your buddies sniffed everything around here a long time ago.”

“I was just hired today and immediately assigned to this very intriguing case. So…”

“There's nothing intriguing about it. This Bianchi guy…”

“Who?”

“The renter, Augusto Bianchi, if that's his real name at all, apparently had a huge debt to pay someone. And for that, he got pinned down. There was a scuffle in the night, at least four assailants. The two guys we found here have a couple priors, but they're not in a condition to tell us who hired them. The amount of such cold cases we have…” the man hummed and passed his hand above his head. “We've already explained it all to your fellow scribblers this morning. And I highly doubt the landlord would want to tell the same story tenth times over to another newspaper weasel. The only thing he's interested in right now is getting money from the insurance company.”

“And the girl?”

“What girl?”

“The waitress. Who worked here. What about her?”

“Considering how much blood there is, they're probably both either in a ditch, scattered in pieces, or feeding fishes somewhere at the bottom of the Mississippi… both father and daughter, if you meant her,” boredly remarked the other officer, who had quietly approached them, lighting a cigarette. “There's nothing for you to do here, boy. Henry's right — there's absolutely nothing of interest in this case. People might have chattered about it in the morning, but the very next day they'll forget all about it. Go home, don't add to our workload. And quit the paper that sent you here. If your editor doesn't realize that news like this must be broken in the heat of the moment, believe me, their business will burn out faster than a short match.”

Rocky tried to get anything else out of them, at least a little bit, to look in the kitchen of the eatery, to slip upstairs to Mau’s and Augusto's apartment, but the policemen were adamant. On unsteady legs he made it to the nearest bench and collapsed on it, staring blankly into the dark November sky. He could have screamed, could have destroyed everything around him on a single painful impulse, but the emptiness that engulfed him was far more frightening.

His silence was more frightening.

Years would pass. Would flow, as before, from night to night. The world won’t notice his loss. The world won't notice any loss at all. In the place of his beloved swallow house, other birds will build a nest. Freckle and Ivy will eventually stop opening that wound with their questions. And one day, perhaps, he will stop gazing into the crowd, hoping to find among the unfamiliar faces the features dear to his heart, and stop flinching when he hears someone say amore mio. He knows how it happens — it was not the first time. All he has to do is smile and everything will work out. It'll wear off, getting back to the way it was. One day.

But the bouquet of chrysanths will still remain rotting on the cold ground.

[noxiatoxia]

Talked about this briefly when discussing those Komaeda/Kamukura pins, but merch is sometimes a prime way of finding beta sprites.

For example, this Komaeda pin:

While true that this beta sprite is seen in DRS for Komaeda's swimsuit sprite, I cannot find one for his regular sprite (with jacket). This pin is all we have.

Take also this post card:

Though edited so they're having fun, all 3 sprites are using betas as bases. In fact, I have yet to find the unedited version of all 3 sprites.

I used the earliest versions of each sprite I have on hand for comparison. For Hinata and Nanami, this is the final sprites used in SDR2. For Komaeda, it is a beta sprite mistakenly used in DRS.

Even with Komaeda, it is clear whatever sprite that was used for a base was an even earlier version.

I'm willing to bet for both Komaeda and Hinata here, these are the earliest version of their sprites used as bases based on the lack of line weight anywhere. Hinata's earliest sprites also had spike outlining in his hair, which seems to have been removed in most sprites.

Nanami in the sprite used here looks a little too polished for me to call it the first version, but it could be. Shrug.

Finally, another post card:

For those who can't read it, here is the text:

TANAKA: Behold! The storm of clouds that moisten this earth are departing for respite! Now, it is time for hellfire to reduce all things, earth and heaven alike, to smoldering ash! KOMAEDA: Yep, that's right! Looks like Spring is coming to a close and Summer will be on its way. TANAKA: Come, season of unending heat! Burn everything to the ground! Leave naught but ash! Thence we shall rejoice! KOMAEDA: But your hamsters wouldn't like to be caught in such hot weather, right? Let's take care to avoid getting heatstroke!

It's cute, but also very helpful in my research!

Firstly...the card for Komaeda in UTDP uses a beta sprite.

(I will be going more in depth into the UTDP cards soon...)

But the sprite used in this post card is actually even earlier!

I believe this sprite used in the post card is the same one we see in the SDR2 PSP manual, which is fairly low res.

You can see the outline of his ear on the left go into his hair, much like the sprite used on the post card.

And it's not just Komaeda! I did some color-editing so the Tanaka comparison wouldn't be as jarring.

Quite a few changes here, too. Especially the left hand.. I feel this may be the earliest version of this Tanaka sprite we have.

Anyways, this is all to say that if you're interested in this stuff like me, please keep a look out when you see any Dangan merch using sprites! They very well may be beta versions. I'd say earlier merch is more prone to it, but considering DRS itself - the newest DR game - uses beta sprites, I'd say that's not the case.

(And if you find any...send it to me of course)

[fictionadventurer]

I've seen The First Four Years described as a depressing book. Yet in rereading, I was struck most by how optimistic it was. In the midst of all the struggles, setbacks and horrifying disasters, Laura still recognizes long periods of happiness and little moments of joy, and aside from a few exceptions, she almost always brings herself around to see that things "aren't so bad" and she can keep moving forward.

Then at the very end of the book, I run into this line:

The incurable optimism of the farmer who throws his seed on the ground every spring, betting it and his time against the elements, seemed inextricably to blend with the creed of her pioneer forefathers that "it is better farther on"--only instead of farther on in space, it was farther on in time, over the horizon of the years ahead instead of the far horizon of the west.

And it hit me that here in this first draft of her final never-published novel, Laura managed to get to the heart of the Little House books, and pinpoint why they had such lasting appeal. It's because they offer hope. In the midst of Great Depression, this woman came forward and said that people have lived through hard times before and survived. Even in great sorrows, there are moments of joy. Things can get better, and even if they don't, we can endure. She looks at the world's disasters and sees hope that things can get better. And her hope comes not from empty idealism but from experience.

As a child, she lived through starvation, isolation, Indian wars, grasshopper plagues, drought, and disease. She faced danger from wolves, storms and blizzards. Her beautiful, ambitious, intelligent sister had all her hopes for a bright future destroyed by blindness, and Laura had to sacrifice so many of her own desires and dreams to help her. In the first four years of her marriage, she dealt with four failed crops and the related debts, a debilitating pregnancy, diphtheria, a paralyzed husband, the loss of a child, and a fire that destroyed her home and almost everything she owned. And even after all that, she continued to live that farmer's life. She looked back on that life with fondness and joy.

Granted, it's much easier to look back with nostalgia on hard times from the distance of decades. But also that's kind of the point: she lived through those hard times and is now able to see the good amid the bad. Those disasters weren't the end of the world. She has grown into an older woman who has been shaped by her experiences, both good and bad. And if she can manage that, maybe the rest of us can, too.

That's the true heart of the Little House series. That's why it resonates with audiences. It's not just nostalgia. It's not just fascination with a much different time and much different life. It's not because it's a whitewashed and rosy look at history--though there was certainly some of that. It's because even that edited, softened history contained so much more tragedy than most of us can imagine, and the woman who lived through it offers us hope. Life has always been a mixture of sorrow and joy and it will continue to be--sometimes in new ways, but more often in ways that people have endured and dealt with and rejoiced in all across history.

These books aren't just about the past--they're about the future. And that's why they endure. We can take this one woman's experiences and see that troubles can be overcome, because they have been before. We don't need to long for the past and we don't need to fear the future, because what we have is now, and now will one day become a past that we can look back on fondly, if only we have the courage to endure. That's the hope at the heart of the series, and it's something that will continue to resonate with audiences, no matter when they live.

[copiousloverofcopia]

Peepaw Lovers! Rejoice lol I have a new installment of Potpourri!

Hey there ghesties!

I am doing my best to make sure all of my chapter fics have a chapter released this month so that way everything is updated for the new year.

Thank you so much for your patience with me and all your support.

Special shoutout to @gothdaddyissues for the dividers 💗

**TRIGGER WARNING**

mentions of pregnancy loss, miscarriage

Potpourri

During his retirement, Papa Primo Emeritus falls in love with a new Sister of Sin who has suffered a tragic loss. While the new sister settles into the Abbey, Primo can’t help but grow more infatuated with her. Promising to give her everything she desires, but can he win her affections when she still can’t let go of the past?

Chapter 8: Forget Me Nots

Also available HERE on AO3! Haven’t started yet, start from the beginning HERE!

Definitely NSFW below the cut!

Chapter 8: Forget Me Nots

The soil felt smooth as Gwen finished patting it into place. The seeds pressed gently into the earth, with all the love and care she could give them. It had been weeks since her and Primo spent the night under the honeysuckle in the greenhouse. The garden, henceforth becoming a much-needed sanctuary for her. The one place in all the world she felt happy, if even for only brief moments at a time. 

Primo had a mind to bring her there every day, though he wasn’t always able. He could from the moment she stepped into it that the garden awakened the joy inside her. Insisting she’d join him in his working of the land whenever she could. Slowly Gwen began to let go, allowing some of the walls she had built up to come down, caving whenever she ventured to the garden. Rolling up her sleeves and not afraid to get her hands dirty beside him. Creating something beautiful out of something so messy, a simple task that had come to mean so much to her. 

She was sitting along the stone patch as she finished up her work. Her collection of seeds all beneath the soil as she began dabbing the small pearls of sweat. The embroidery of her handkerchief donning the ruby red initials of “P.E.I”. Turning to the sound of footsteps towards her and her eyes beginning to sparkle when she caught sight of Primo having just arrived. 

He was returning from his meeting with his brothers in preparation for the Ostara celebrations. The annual celebration of the Spring Equinox—of new life would be quickly upon them and with that the Ministry had become busier and busier as the day drew near. The Equinox had normally been a time Primo was at his most jubilant. A chance to start anew and for things to grow—to share his love of flowers with the siblings. 

This year however was different. The closer the time came, the more he worried more about how the celebrations would affect Gwen. Expecting that the festivities in on of this particular subject would set her back. Undo all the progress she had made. 

“What was the hold up?” she asked him. Having grown just comfortable enough around him to start giving him a bit of grief, though Primo was so smitten he wouldn’t have noticed. Falling in love with her all over again with each passing moment.  His heart warmed by looking at her—hands tinged with dirt and that sweet smile worn brightly across her face. 

“Just some final decisions and preparations for Ostara. Terzo is arguing that he should be in charge of the fertility rituals with the new siblings…we beg to differ.” he told her, watching as the smile immediately fell from her face. 

“Oh…” was all she could say. Primo reached out his hand to help her up. Gwen, quietly brushing off the dirt from her habit as he gently pressed a kiss into her forehead. 

“Mio fiore… you know that we don't have to attend the celebrations if you don’t want to.” he assured her, pulling her closer to him. Gwen nuzzled against his chest. Taking in the scent of incense and dried herbs mixed with the faintest hint of rose. Feeling at ease as she listened to the beat of his heart. Comforted by him like no other.

“No.” she sighed, squeezing him tighter. 

“No?” He pulled back to look at her. Her eyes were filled with tears. 

“I know how much the celebrations mean to you. What kind of woman would I be to take something away that means so much to you?” she explained. Primo taking her lips onto his. The heat between them, manifesting in the well endowed outline within his slacks. The length of which pressed hard against Gwen’s thigh. 

She hummed against his lips. No longer shy about her need of him, as she ran her fingers across it. Primo let out a shutter and a slight moan. Wrapping his arms around her as they lost themselves in their kiss. Deep and passionate as he slipped his hand up between Gwen’s thighs. Meeting quickly with her heated core. 

“I need you.” she confessed, his fingertips already teasing at her panties. Gwen, shuffling where she stood in anticipation of him. 

“I need you more.” Primo proclaimed, sinking his fingers into her gently. Her head fell back as a breathy moan escaped her. Her delicate hands, holding on tightly to him as he massaged her inside. Pressing intently into the soft, cushiony flesh of her walls. Primo burying his face in her neck, kissing her and whispering praises in her ear.  

“Oh Primo… I…I.” she mewled, her lover’s talented digits already bringing her to the brink of ecstasy. Her body, coming undone quickly where she stood. Almost limp in Primo's arms as he worked her over. 

“Cum.” Primo insisted. Biting his bottom lip as he felt her tightening all around his fingers. Using his other hand to try and steady her. He loved how beautiful she was this way. The pleasure between them, giving the most delightful flush to her cheeks. The relaxed look on her face was everything.

When he was done, he slipped himself from her. His lips quickly taking onto hers, when to his surprise Gwen dropped carefully down to her knees, undoing the button of his pants and allowing his cock to fall free. She blushed immediately, having never seen it in the daylight. Now laid out in its full glory, intimidating as she looked up at him. Taking a quick lick of the head before Primo ran his fingers through her hair.

“Mmm…” Gwen hummed as she began to tease him, stroking his shaft gently. Her eyes, never leaving him.  

“You know you don’t have to do this.” Primo smiled, his cock pulsing with every slight move of her hand. Unwittingly finding himself carefully thrusting into her touch. 

“I know, but I want to…wait, what's this?” she asked, her voice filled with concern but more so curiosity. Primo looked down, watching as she carefully traced his scar with her fingertip. It traveled around his shaft, something easily hidden in the dark, but quite obvious in the spotlight of the afternoon sun. 

“War injury.” he smirked, watching as Gwen raised an eyebrow at him. He was incredibly funny when he wanted to be.

“Is that so?” she laughed. Moving once more with her fist. Up and down along his full length. 

“Ah… a story for another time.” he assured her, breathless as Gwen moved forward with her intentions to please him. Primo had never felt such rapturous bliss. So in love with this woman. He would give her anything and everything she wanted, if she’d only allow him. 

A few short days had passed, and the morning of the Ostara celebrations arrived. Primo, along with his brothers, was occupied from the moment the sun began to rise with the ceremonies. Readying for the likes of fertility rituals and blessings of rebirth. The whole of the Abbey grounds, covered in daffodils and wildflowers. The siblings and ghouls alike enjoying the warm weather and the sounds of children laughing already began to fill the courtyard.

The day was filled with activity. Everyone, buzzing from ritual to ritual. The Papas, presiding over them all in between bountiful feast and drink. It was amazing that there was any room left in anyone’s stomachs come midday.  

Gwen drifted carefully through the day. Doing her best to ignore the happy siblings with their small children in tow. Or the group of pregnant sisters who sat before the newly constructed outdoor altar—surrounded by baaing lambs. All of them, waiting for the next ceremony where the Papas would bestow blessings for a safe delivery. 

By the time dusk hit, she wished so badly she could run back to her room. Hide from the constant reminders that plagued her at every turn. She promised to try for Primo and was so proud she had managed to stay. Walking around dressed like all the other maidens, who had yet to bear a child, in a white muslin gown.

At some point she knew she would have been expected to participate, like all the others who were present on the grounds. Though she did everything she could to avoid it and successfully hid herself among them. Watching everyone else smiling and enjoying themselves as she greeted them wearing a thinly veiled mask of happiness on her face.

As the day went on she would catch him, more and more searching for her eyes. Smiling up at Primo when he’d see her. So handsome in his robes, all of them in their full Papal regalia, and so brilliant in his command of the rituals. The one saving grace for the day, was knowing that when it was over, she would be back safely in his comforting arms. 

Primo and his brothers stood at the picnic tables, talking to the visiting clergy who had traveled for the festivities. The siblings had been finishing up their food as the ghoul began lighting up all the lanterns. The sun setting as the day was heading to an end, Primo noticeably distracted by his keeping tabs on Gwen. As the group continued to converse, Mr. Saltarian approached them. Placing his hand on Primo’s shoulder. 

“Pardon the intrusion Papas, but everything is ready for the conception ritual.” he alerted them. 

“Oh?” Primo asked, looking back over his old friend’s shoulder to see the altar, dressed in bouquets of yellow daffodils and lilies, ready for use. Primo knew this was the one ritual he was looking forward to. A few rites read by the chosen Papa and a blessing to the couple before they were allowed to consummate their intentions on the altar. Hoping to gain favor from Lucifer to help them conceive that night.  

Primo decided to give it a shot, sending Saltarian a knowing look before heading off to retrieve Gwen from the crowd. The group of them, watching as Primo went running off opposite the altar. Saltarian, giving a hopeful smile as he tried to regroup the rest of the Emeritus brothers. Only then did Copia notice Primo was leaving them. 

“Where is he off to? It’s time to start the rit—” Copia began before Secondo cut him off at the pass.

“You know exactly what he is going over there for stronzo.” he told him, Secondo rolling his eyes at Copia. The youngest Emeritus, finally beginning to understand the situation.  

“Can’t blame him… it's the perfect opportunity.” Terzo smirked, wiggling his brows at Mr. Saltarian and Copia. 

“Every opportunity for you is the perfect opportunity, now move.” Secondo hissed, shepherding them to the altar. 

Primo found Gwen quickly, seated by herself on a bench in the far back of the yard. Her eyes were closed. She seemed to be mediating or finding a way to control her emotions— though Primo could tell she had just about had enough. Coming to sit down beside her and taking her hand in his, instinctively Gwen knew it was him.

“Is it over yet?” she asked him, the need to cry heavy in her tone. 

“Almost amore… almost.” he assured her, bringing her closer to rest against him. He could hear her sniffling. Bringing his hand up to wipe the warm tears that rolled down her cheeks. He couldn’t ask her now. The idea would only make things worse. 

“Don’t be… you know I was going to wait until a bit later to show you something, but I think now would be a good time. Get you away from all this, spend some time just the two of us before bed, si?” Primo asked as Gwen brought her eyes to him. 

“I’m sorry.” she told him. The weight of the day had been too much and now she was unable to hold back the emotions bubbling up inside.

“Ok… ok.” she sniffled, taking Primo’s hand as he led the way. To Gwen’s surprise he led her to the garden. 

 “It’s just over here.” he told her as they passed the roses and the newly bloomed poppies, hellebores, and bloodroots. Finding a small section of flower bed that was covered in the tiniest little sprouts, still lacking their blooms. 

“What are these?” she asked him. Primo smiled, sneezing tightly to her hand. 

“These are Forget Me Nots.” he began, watching as Gwen’s eyes began to tear up once again, “...I thought it would be nice for you to have a place to come when you need to think about them—the baby you lost.” he explained, his mismatched eyes roaming her face, watching her reaction. He wondered what she was thinking. Her eyes staring into his as if she could see directly into his soul. The tears balancing themselves on her lashes.

“Thank you.” was all she could say before the floodgates opened and Gwen began to weep into Primo’s chest. The stress of the day, coupled with his sweet gesture, hitting her full force. Unable to control her sobs.

“Of course… You know grief isn’t something we forget or get over. It's something we grow around. I know that I could never give you back, and I never expect you to forget them.” he told her. Primo, hoping that this small place just for her as a memorial to her baby would be able to help her heal.    

“I know amore… I know.” Primo said, as he held her close. Rubbing her back gently as she continued to cry in his arms. No matter how much time would pass, Primo knew that a part of her would also ache for what she lost. He only hoped she’d allow him to help carry the burden and to allow herself to heal.

“I was so happy.” Gwen cried, holding on to Primo for dear life as she felt her heart crushing inside her chest. The pain flowing through her as inside she recalled that day. The worst day of her life. 

Notes:

This chapter features a head canon involving a scar on Primo's *ahem* lol anyways I want to give credit to NYDELIDE on twitter and thank them for allowing me to include this in the chapter.

[the-hermit-at-midnight]

Celebrating Ostara: A Joyous Family Tradition

As the chill of winter begins to wane and the promise of spring fills the air, many families around the world come together to celebrate Ostara, a festival that honors the arrival of spring and the renewal of life. Rooted in ancient pagan traditions, Ostara is a time of rejoicing in the awakening earth, the lengthening days, and the vibrant energy of nature.

In my family, celebrating Ostara is a cherished tradition that we eagerly anticipate each year. Here's a glimpse into how we celebrate this special time together:

1. **Setting the Scene**: We start by decorating our home with symbols of spring and fertility. Brightly colored eggs, fresh flowers, and representations of baby animals adorn our living space, infusing it with the spirit of the season.

2. **Preparing a Feast**: Like many holidays, Ostara is a time for feasting and indulging in delicious food. We gather as a family to prepare a meal featuring seasonal ingredients such as leafy greens, sprouts, and early spring vegetables. Dishes like quiches, salads, and fruit tarts take center stage, symbolizing the abundance of the earth's bounty.

3. **Egg Decorating**: One of the most beloved Ostara traditions is decorating eggs. We spend hours dyeing eggs vibrant colors and embellishing them with intricate designs. It's a creative and joyful activity that brings out the artist in each family member.

4. **Egg Hunts and Games**: No Ostara celebration would be complete without an egg hunt! We hide decorated eggs around our garden or local park for the children (and adults!) to find. It's a spirited competition that brings out laughter and excitement as everyone searches for the prized eggs.

5. **Outdoor Rituals**: We take advantage of the longer days and milder weather by holding our Ostara rituals outdoors whenever possible. Whether it's a simple ceremony in our backyard or a gathering at a nearby natural setting, being surrounded by the sights, sounds, and scents of nature enhances our connection to the season and the earth.

6. **Planting Seeds**: Ostara is a time of sowing seeds both literally and metaphorically. As a family, we take part in planting seeds in our garden, nurturing them as they begin to grow and flourish. It's a symbolic act of renewal and growth that reminds us of the cyclical nature of life.

7. **Reflection and Gratitude**: Finally, we take a moment to reflect on the past and express gratitude for the blessings in our lives. We acknowledge the hardships we've overcome and the growth we've experienced, embracing the spirit of renewal and hope that Ostara represents.

Celebrating Ostara with my family is a time-honored tradition that fills our hearts with joy and gratitude. Through rituals, feasting, and time spent in nature, we reconnect with each other and the earth, celebrating the beauty and abundance of the season. May the spirit of Ostara bring renewal and blessings to all who celebrate it. Blessed be!

[melestasflight]

837 words. Ard-galen witnesses Fingolfin's final stand. On AO3.

Before the gates of Angband filth and desolation spread southward for many miles over the wide plain of Ard-galen; but after the coming of the Sun rich grass arose there, and while Angband was besieged and its gates shut there were green things even among the pits and broken rocks before the doors of hell. The Silmarillion

A stubborn bush of yarrow swayed idly in the thick smog that stretched across the plains. Its stalks reached eagerly for the choked light of the Sun as if it had skin yearning for comforting warmth. A single, solitary soul it made upon the ashen field. A dainty whiteness rebelling amid the arid scars across the land, marking the path of terrible, fiery waves.

The mouths of Thangorodrim spat flames no more, but the ground shivered still, the charred stones jumping like carp in murky waters.

‘What new evil disturbs the earth now?’ One of the yarrow flowers cried out.

‘It is no evil,’ murmured the vulnerable seeds of grass trembling still beneath the dirt.

‘Who then? Is that not Oromë returned to roam these lands?’

‘None of the Valar, but the King rides upon Rochallor, his great steed. Yea, and wrathful he is, flying ahead as an arrow.’

‘The King? The elven King? The Wise?’ All the flowers of the yarrow stirred, shuffling in their clusters. ‘Here comes the one who summoned us from our long dream! Beneath his marching feet, our kin of old sprang to life.’

A clatter of hooves brought about a storm of winds, and the yarrow was turned to where the King gleamed as a star, clad in silver with his blue shield set with crystals. He smote the brazen doors of Angband, and the music of his horn awoke the dormant plains.

He called and called, his voice a taunt.

At last, the Dark One hearkened to his call, coming as a limb cut out of his Iron Mountains, uncomely and heavy. All of Ard-galen rumbled as thunder, rebelling against his discordant presence.

She breathed strength into the King, the soil rising and dipping, pushing and pulling his body away from Grond’s iron head. The land's breath steamed out in fiery gushes as the Hammer of the Underworld dredged deep wounds into the ground, and it hissed in pain.

The fighting went on night and day, the flowers of the yarrow closing and opening again, but the plains did not sleep, did not rest, and the yarrow rejoiced as the Dark One screamed. Seven times he shrieked in anguish, and each time the yarrow grew, its white flowers bursting open under the mighty song of the King. For the King’s strength was the strength of a mountain river, rushing and swelling with the melting snows under the first warmth of Spring.

But at last, the King fell even as he clove the foot of the enemy with his dying breath, filling the pits of the earth with his blood. Deep it seeped, trailing through rock and dust, reaching the roots of the yarrow.

‘Oh, despair!’ the yarrow wept. ‘Were that Yavanna was here to stretch her green limbs and choke this darkness, but she too has forsaken these lands!’

Ard-galen mourned, and her cries were so profound that they carried through Manwë’s winds up the mountain to the peaks of the Crissaegrim, and called to the King of the Skies.

‘Carry the King away, oh mighty Thorondor, for he belongs to us and not to shadow!’ the plains pleaded, and the great eagle bore the King's body high above the clouds, clawing a ghastly landscape upon the face of the enemy.

The Dark One limped to his hiding hall, and deadly silence fell once again. But death is not truly known to Ennor. An end is only a beginning.

‘Arise now, sisters, from the earth,’ the yarrow called in spite.

The grasses wailed in response, ‘What for, now that our King has passed? Oh, who shall guard our plains, now that his silver trumpets are silent?’

‘Our friend, the Prince, yet lives. A King now he will be,’ shook the yarrow with all its voices as one. ‘Arise now so that his sorrow is lessened. Arise, arise, so that his steps are swift when his battle is renewed.’

Voiceless whispers quivered beneath the dust, and the memory of Ennor was summoned.

‘The hero who alone braved the filth of Thangrodorim,’ squeaked the trampled seeds of a dandelion.

‘The Prince who chased away the dragon that scorched our leaves,’ joined the broken branches of a sage.

‘The King who shall avenge us,’ growled the roots of a dropseed grass.

A defiant bush of yarrow flowered before the Gates of Angband. And slowly, so very slowly, all but imperceptible to the eyes of the Children, mosses began trailing around it. And the seeds of the grasses soon began to sprout, and great ferns unraveled soon after. Last came the sturdy little flowers, poking their heads between the broken rocks as clusters of a rainbow on a rainy day.

Ard-galen, tho Anfauglith it was now called, grew again green, grasses rising even upon the Hill of the Slain, and no force of evil would quench its life fully until all the land was splintered and all its beings were released into Ulmo’s Great Sea.

In water begotten, all living things to water return.

Notes:

The common yarrow (lat. Achillea millefolium) is a plant that was frequently associated with war and battle in ancient times, and supposedly even Achilles took it with him to treat battle wounds, thus its scientific name. It has a wide range of medicinal uses, healing anything from burns, abrasions, fever, infection, and serving as pain relief. This knowledge is still well known among indigenous people in the US. It is a sturdy plant with a lovely scent that grows anywhere, including where you'd least expect it.

[mx-mind]

Wild Flower/Cat

Rejoice! Spring is here! Reds and Oranges and Yellows bursting, Blues and Greens and Purples mingling, They create fireworks to celebrate the rebirth. Cornflower blue petals unfurl Give way to yellow centers Fresh blooms shine a new light Curiosity did not kill it this time Instead, bringing it back Rejoice! Spring is here! It smiles for the first time in years Finally seeing the hope all around

Had to write an ekphrasis, or a poem that describes a piece of art while tying a theme into it. I chose a work of Louis Wain's. It's untitled but I've added it here

[bellenthigale]

HOLLY JOLLY CHRISTMAS

Christmas is a joyful time of year filled with family get-togethers‚ love‚ and joy. The sound of holiday music‚ exquisitely adorned trees‚ and dazzling lights are what spring to mind when you hear the word “Christmas”. Family gather together to exchange presents‚ share meals‚ and create priceless memories during this time. This time of year is a good opportunity to remember those who are less privileged. To achieve it‚ you can volunteer at a charity‚ spend time with the elderly or lonely‚ or give to those in need. Small acts of kindness like this have the capacity to change someone’s life and improve their day. During this time‚ people freely share love‚ joy‚ and compassion from the bottom of their hearts. It is an opportunity to celebrate life’s little joys and express gratitude for what one has. People feel pleased and fulfilled when they practice thanksgiving because it encourages them to be content with what they have right now and to look forward to the future with hope and optimism. Christmas is more than just a season; it’s a feeling that brings people together and creates lifelong memories. This holiday season‚ let’s enjoy the pleasure of Christmas and spread it to others around us. As the popular Christmas song declares‚ it is‚ after all‚ the most joyous time of the year.

It is the most beautiful time of the year‚ a day full of celebration‚ love‚ and pleasure. Yes‚ Christmas is finally here! This is the fantastic occasion that is loved and enjoyed by people from all around the world. FEARNOTs‚ Fimmies would love to wish you a happy holiday! This year will finally bring us the chance to love and be loved‚ to share blessings to everyone‚ and to spread happiness and kindness across humankind. This day is often spent with our entire family‚ whether it be through a party‚ meal‚ vacation‚ or even a christmas hangout. However‚ there are some individuals are unable to participate that is caused by a number of reasons‚ such as their preference to spend the holiday in their own homes or they live far away from their families. No matter how far away or how difficult the circumstances are‘ there will always be a way for us to enjoy this special day with our loved ones. Even if we can’t celebrate with our family‚ our friends who are with us alone may rejoice with you. Besides‚ Christmas is a season that never ends; nothing can change the fact that it is already eternal. It will always exist. Do you agree with me‚ FEARNOTs? I doubt that you don’t. I hope that FEARNOTs are all enjoying this holiday to the fullest. We only live once‚ as the adage goes. I feel really fortunate to be spending this Christmas with the other members‚ Kkura언니‚ Chaewon언니‚ Zuha‚ and Manchae. Having members like them makes me very grateful. Nevertheless‚ December delivers winter weather to South Korea in time for the festivities. December has an average high temperature of 37°F (3°C) and low temperature of 19°F (-7°C)‚ ranking second in terms of yearly temperature‚ behind January. FEARNOTs‚ always remember to wear thick clothing‚ drink hot beverages‚ and everyone must remain warm at all times! As a result of the current chilly weather‚ let’s all take measures to stay healthy and avoid becoming sick.

Embraced by the timeless allure of long black dresses on Christmas Eve‚ we‚ LE SSERAFIM‚ dazzled the red carpet of SBS Gayo Daejeon 2023 with our modest yet chic look. SBS Gayo Daejeon 2023’s line-up included several idols‚ including AESPA‚ ITZY‚ IVE‚ NMIXX‚ NEWJEANS‚ STRAY KIDS‚ THE BOYZ‚ ENHYPEN‚ STAYC‚ (G)I-DLE선배 and many more. The event took place at Inspire Arena in the evening of December 25‚ 2023. We began with an astonishing and breathtaking intro to our performance‚ which was followed by a rendition of our recent popular song‚ “The Eve‚ Psyche‚ and the Bluebeard’s Wife”‚ before concluding with a festive rendition of our holiday remix of “Perfect Night”. During this year-end event‚ each of the artists showcased their holiday‚ christmas‚ and other versions of their published songs‚ and they all did amazingly well in each of their performances. Bravo to all the artists that did exceptionally well covering songs by our 선배s in the k-pop music industry‚ it was a job well done. I’m positive that 선배s were certainly pleased with the performance they displayed because it was honestly an outstanding performances. You guys might want to see the performances on SBS Gayo Daejeon 2023‚ videos of some performances are already available on YouTube under the @SBSKPOP channel. I’m certain that you’ll gratefully acknowledge each performances.

[libidomechanica]

A thousandth curious

A ballad sequence

               I

Through me (wretch the said his flowing?     Thing sky, and wishes; and like Mall silver shell, he secret     Truths from aughter gone? Who

sight renew? He wish the profiles,     the high shed my could leane, a globes of sense that I think what     my self-will’d upon the

fair was in on thy forever.     Their sung below, kisses all from lover love your eye so     brink that may swych a

heroic bust of pearl-gray old oft     their wear more me bare black from the queer again for better     the show the most some move?

               II

Spires at the fatal topics: poems without also     style worlds wounded not both that euery for sometimes at this pockets fire, bequeath man     thou; go the Levant; except bitter,

’ and the Wordsworth, lovely knight; I left pomegranate     with a Bodkin’s Statesmen of English Hobbinol, which those her beveral will the     polygons of Nymph, to see his hell.

               III

I syng off I be snuff’d our sofas     many house; two or thou would expiring too much too     near remoue to comfortless

reeks; so long and thou so. There we     commits suppose. Forget not too late! Sound that deem him ashamed     I was: lovers demands;

and came and Milton’s, which this?     Are crown and not along should decided to rejoiced; and     Head are blue lady—let

of the her Breast will but lack throw     let us peas, somethings change in time musical exampled     him place an idle

like God on thy kinsfolk pray. The     old part: o, carve though a couch Belinda’s Neck; the day ne’er     sonnets first be cut a

time mind; now Shock will gazed upon     me. For water and wind my Spectre forlorn, who desires,     where down with the epopee,

they cam’st thou do homages,     and Noon is my painting your booty; and death, why with no     surely was young-wise, while

thee all be promoting everythings     state. But those giue wore the south weed sprang in the hearts do     blowing cash coming in

that stung him now sing, shiver’d, would     it guess that peck and hating in the might shall I rangels     weep. Make thou so dearthy

beauty your final Degrees or     Spirit createst owes no careless glowings down, for a sparent     this, th’ expresse’

in the find? Thou have closed to all     their pay: and being in moods delight in Vapour days, that     evening Tyde. Not you are

casement I be dear three your     vision; a long presence it show’d past was soul in a life     persons claims, to me as

possession. And a coruscation     of This Cypress. What’s it, The Shah that Colour’d by the     windy hills, and dress’d among

the pages for the spirit     declining partial, the Spright dye: but must before his Pray’rs,     of love’s first and Ceiling.

               IV

Thought by Loues seen, as every quiet     will I noticed their arm. Has our next of wine, to their     in such dangerous, revel stay sets up, and knife. Ancient     the flowers, and the snatch’d

by salámán. And aye? To her     dinner as my dear came clouder, he means to the twilights     white Curtains did it. With jump back to playful anger I     didn’t under to make him

when I’m number of Wisdom on     hooves. At they looke one she neighbourhood black eyes first invades     there under to say the high rock the ill give more father     than that Sexes and saw

the worldy bliss, yet let to sages     made to clime; married at they turned away at her Mother     can rest: with more men’s above angling puddled. Patience     is plays and proved accents

the dislike here. And if you made     man oft and by prevailing. A wife a petted we in     the usual Things, while everywhere must faithful Spirit!     And them; only grass that

I for him ashameful Though     public start and soft remain. And my way the inquired     hence insolent spellken springs he common Weapons like     an anger, for beings

which scarred I taste, who all that glitt’rings     with thing may seemed to forget me her cry lord of love     of the Pen of a motley to disclosed by the wooing     soul from its tender to

the roar’d quite neck long tress—I, although     a shore while though the play. Caw me, she spring a little     her by precinct, a Chains my dear life worldy blisse, and     gold and round the love, Hope!

               V

The only can seems to winterse.     The psyche ere so black to the Cherson say morning to     know fatigue with here will receive, brake stare, glaring gems and     kitsch. We went up, and places his Widow’s globes of my wish’d     downcast empty of my

palpably it can tender than     and scorn fill my heart could devise shall business a worse thy     change, however, a sorrows lay me do succincts. Of sorrow.     Thus we will choose of the ragged her despatching I     steering eyes, as any

she maid it’s young be their lord. Left     long the sea. As how hole in though thee, I quests of summer     this, and crimson short pretty strain, your dog, tray, no vapour     removed. Of flatter; tis sun short of question, or was as     those to the sand the way

to safely cross sheer us by     made the green a Dukes, and her own in his scents relate and     with me, unless stead, or crippling family! In flow from the     little the seawards both, by heroic bosoms were that     he lower ere state and

sever mind, then lofty elm-trees     the bill’s small an in his with some so much roses, the Trump     and Justic downs in the Shakspeare two months hate i look’d on     that floats upon the Beau reviv’d against his multitude     of theme: I have so the

ready and all and laureate,     Luke Havergal—luke Havergal—luke Havergal. Slight, if     we will her bowers. So than a pieces downrighted falcons     in the tried without confess in a leaky boat I     have ransom, like inought

doth viands and I defy historians,     rose. Flattery journey, who refuse that is mair     is used a truth and with you see. With you should demeanour     memory—and him from nakd thereabouts, in floor fear throat,     suspicion with mine own

as old them wedded sway’s decay;     is the shadow, and he with itch, and breathed thus to be the     airies, and your arms, through ne’er saw all. Labour sofa     occupations fly, in vain— in vain: strip with him quiet next     neighb’ring too long fortune.

               VI

Of rose, and they’re to see his grow     boring from Him—by Him directed by the Ring, hanging     live? In Seattled men strife!

               VII

My best forasmuch as doorstep,     that to smile; an honest for start, yet which he wasted. Not     thousand please there’s like some move with a bakery inlaid     it, and, and crimson

of war: a happen to try cordage     mine eyes is my loves the cape’s world equal. They reach others     black of spite, as when i hold vain I said there he strong     where of Heirs, like weeks. And

where, like a fists on seemed to make     me. And still, teaches thy hopes the drinking an urn wept farther     chasing, and, it seem fall, I put down palace book real     sweet for its chief delicates

a pure and new got him     a troopers at Memphian bank that others inquire: singing     Hampton-Courtly Ball; sunk to die! Burns that home nature’s day.     In the vats up, then I

saw, alas, t is blackbird’s fall     about then thou gave, to where is learn the levels for he     gilt Chariots hurl’d by we’llsay nothing. Ariel perhaps     the Prize no one shall

seas, and I love the fields deface     a twilights or think to where in that ev’ry Atome just     God! One, we saying words that wall. But when this sounds, Charles’s     Wain? Thou gav’st me, so we

secret smile; there too much like to     adore! The start, if Hampton- Court thou are to that I said:     Go up, dear, I found of politic in its old time the     ever instant destitute

of that seem’d but t is by     Dames and kept hour! It happy,— happiest of the foolish     and sable very scribes; light a fists on the little moment     ere the prints do blood,

and seen Napoleon of the first     pride a wind my echoing sun. Stronger, dark slave to human     kill had of laugh’st, the reeds, and the went the Soldiers     Progression, I shrill to it.

Thus let my fashion. Those this an     act, and I’ve fall surges too well of humanity. She     same the Rival of four, the element, which in that     faculties, which snatch’d the strong

flame; if e’er wittie Lewes to nursed     and much sacrifice;—through in brings of earth repent, that travel     in their leave of life. She top in you said he, for a     little sounds a grave, be

loves, on the nearing in Spanished     and hand ideal—all ourselves in the rent of his written     in this daily class, What and poverty bride-cake: knead     but promptings have loved myself

wit, all were boil’d like mind in     there. When hey, for the Sacred Hair which i can moved my gifts     impediment for brutish Throng. Imagining of thy     looking up Pearl. Sent his

side of created; and she to     any sense paired but Airy Sprighter from here is now began     the Acropolish Hobbinol, the fairly fair silence     calmly as she isles

love, or by,—that he stripes, and sobs,     and trying, or two. The family’s voices, what this Mystery     which with each drawn from Him—by Him direction, whilst man,     now even no more fair

as if my obliterary     fruits full small the Southcote— I have sad or can continental     peopling sang loving thou with a fawn, but his gallantern,     the sea. Of flies or

the skies—in equal green-paint dying     in Sailor’s fled! Where amorous Baron Fate. Sate mute     a far as the beveral wedlock struggled, and I think,     two talk of us dies.

               VIII

Makes their lording i do nothings     undisturbed behind. What’s to poinsettia meadows of sweet     Te Deums of a forever

on a well love’s full many     fears rather teach others place floor fish leap the parts, Look; she     will his parent this side-

long flowers; which was no stencil     her Babel round it witness damask flower weed, the long,     I? With fallenge me year

her of their dessert grew upon     me, death that. Our virgin tolerable, pulsing Shake, and     then a dancer, had been

faith me, deepers samphire melts in     your very paradise, ’ which I do, save fountain-source of     Mortal Ire, and barbers’

hand dear Perillant’s side-long my     runs, of cities when the Glass tips was paid it’s ill-wrest; and     back again, he worlds quite

close who, they joins Shouts—and die; and     offended to my hero’s hills thy creature, after lay     on a bachelor—of arts,

attentive: though you love for soul     can; here and somethingness I building sweet be jealousies     of soul when rich Repast,

whose large bless vomiting cold     days are; let it gentleman angels in this fall the Sails     were that round wanted; the

sound his makes us with face what     Sage, which glow seems to a very shore; nor how how false to     play; but now at day; come!

               IX

Then lay of uncouth, as the Honour     feet: he dust up, and lived accomplete, at the poor fears     rather sigh’d, she waves down,

how silent they and perplex and     die: while abye. Now glared that tender not boldly; lighting fear     ’tis louder, and muffled

this pleas’d pure live no mighty pen,     for Death, will gaze, What is The ended. Shut as the starting     dress the country? Sunk in

his death, desired, with has into     thee time, and newer purpose think the flour. That keepe that     speak ill and manure foolscap

submit, stronges, down, and I     wait form not desires she worships to encroaches,—to     stand the let no other?

               X

Don Juan’s gentle he cause of the     British Fair one man aspirant merit living auburn     wave&wandring Indian

Ganges, summons some permany,     can mortal Love—then, and wish your whole least we simple,     unbothers growing complete

thee and hang out the lady wither’s     last kiss message husband: if he lost yielding but o’ercast     Of two of sea and

war with many turns, all that since,     but go, and how with Samian wise as a small distance, they     looks o’er with Robe told man

apart; no long together perhaps     you fain sweeping Tombs, as been oblivious Ray. She     took it, and carriages,—

is year, a dusky striking passed     fro she placency and shrew the dwarfs and to the Charing     die, so well and the bowl

with a crescent this Self-fulfil     the heart’s so larger some dire Disaster, from whose cables     the Hairs her Honour

into them as hardly where, I     yet th’ approach apple. Be water lot warbled the     voices starres in our

you. I dreamed by the Murder, that     falling of neatned she raven is gone? Before declivity,     prophecy—except

my yellow that those many     a day by degradation, and fireworks grown, a dwarf buffoon     should have waits in the

innocence others that last kiss     it; my Emanation when I was in her, was no more,     by that deepe; grief approximate

and White way home leaving     Texture. Me on the Heaven to the light Order the day     never they were kind of

his step, or Bird or fancient the     Fair the Infernal colour’d those January, as I     fountainted summer will.

               XI

Waved straight was young-wish’d pleased from a     winter and the silent strived, but zombie-like, we want     that I though the flower!

All light a monstrous in some at     his old Opera hat, and of clear to say that makes and with     makes us wish on the

bright own. Then, thy west will placed, that     isle. Yet if I belief. Shall Pity as any of power     where sea, that he milling

me defend? Old the window     blood and all the Glass wi’ a tocher; the removed once dark     eyes, with fair; the ears: sigh’d

for soul’s first at mine accents all     overjoy’d, and bases distance was various name. That     same this heir. Were gone and

expired; nor ever noticed with     manlier proue, with earn Ombre, nor me, trying ascended. The glitter     and she silence cannot

perhaps dispel envy and     brand his Giant Limbs bespoke, fed with pearls, and lowly came     but one’s back to your boughes

in Garbs such as in active     in a thou have less of tissue you? Kings are descend     insolence like mind and

overhailed up thrown, his dance of     the Sun fire chance cannot to chlorophyll, and evermore     to me in the World haunted

Vessel have I not in my     heart the ancholy feet, yellow storian’s knell of the purpose     with prompting float. How

thy cheekbone, to the—sun stand, while     we now, mongst like him not he crime, in a chearful as the     wheel with the only should

I conceives who drew as shed     among too were their grief were soften: after Power shrine     ease, if I be better:

lest this army of War! And dress’d;     from her Hair discontents first—light, when it harvest man, and     most other cries, the gilt.

               XII

High, so I was harder thy will     consumed. One grows: but serving wide, let all, I can’t stole against     his Denizens o’er

the Tortoise her heart. All so choked     at thy promises, which Eve might dispel envy thou gave     sense pale, pitiful. You

smoothly writhee, how sweet thing windshield—     and song, dance sooner stems convincible, arm’d; that the idle     know my very nook,

I had sown: he little married     for which you in ice—and their brave: the Tenth Hour read when she     sight. Ah ceased: he soul

inspecting brown’d Arabs, Turkish her     band speech shoulders of ever altogether quiet this     coyness. Of what care

orthodox. A living itself     overtake our loath to climb, and Ariel on me? And with     more dead. Yet I saw that

me on their breathing this erroneous     painted streams lancholy, then dispel envy as     I ranger refuses

spirits ship or clown can contrived,     which, discontinental and tallest than the fatal war     is fed; but yet thy hope.

Exception into ashen good     is She incidents dove— what he had been fail and she same     debateth as last lived

his Prize or ill—who seldom used!     Strain new Streams, innumerous, preach’d o’er think they show think, the     sound. And sented himself,

a spider, or they have to sublime     declivity, tho’ lessed off two sable records     a Stratagems, with rains,

and is fold in did fall into     the two orange, but why westerday? The worth under which     wastes his shall be false, and

looked, and fairly damps did noticing     in state. With brooks’ and they should yondering Fantoms rising     not yet down! Where are

many, and proceeded, drunk my     road and burning no high. That Sexes and aloud the world     a troop of you can tract

affairs the fair one at her Image     prey, rose and these universion. The hills, who wore, and     on calming every serve.

               XIII

To the air—am I and love     ashes them down, as on that we may, and prayers through the     Throne. Bend to thy narrow

from you, if he tott’ring upon     his lit once remaine. She same descend in mine after blood     along human harmless.

               XIV

My love’s tune of truth is running     but something maids alone ask why. And Betty’s feet. Though all     flavouring diplomatic

spirit declining west? I     knowing, what is now by thy little hear to the Belovëd,     that opprest, leaf that

last. The argument, who in a     combustion, for well grind on with thirty mock tyrant with     a face: shall show your count

the began to gilded from the     Fate but trust the shall I leaves up, and thy Hair. With neither     tis passed thou are the approve

among beauty and then? Until     I notion war with what other with a through t is     not know mild that you

deseru’d remarriage. I blessed her     houses to drawn from mine eyes and ruined. Ever lurk in     the rain. Watch of an old

passion—draw but always throught a     fetter of Wisdom as true deep, and still this ended the     hours to changed to such fair

Head-drest on horse, thou height. Among     bloated in my chary as the Circle thing itself shall     believe That kind of Being

deer, Lord This? It’s lines likely,     now men which after your stain’d wish, the clash the sea. That     vehemence, your days from the

way when love, and ev’ry Grace. Before     heaved stripling picked you may be, that floats scumlike Rose-cheek,     when less of children up

if nursling in rock; but on like     skulls with this own name skies. Then worlds were him now bench; an air,     and others act below.

               XV

The riches, to glossy books, and     must go, and a boy’s delicate an ancient Secret     joyfully grave the glitt’ring

Soul, impatient day sun any     gods order, the classes kick or the boy, thy love, and window,     appears, innumerable,

clamber, caverns with looking     Fireworks with will procession think o’er husband. Purest     have set be mind’s circumstance,

and the day be, though not found;     I grant moon, round, for a hill. Each more will, farewell, full of     the remote by side there

his harp, the Charings imperior     by the way, deepes thou first look down the sound with unexcised     at a Ball; but

Dante and sipping gold or dwelt,     and such a pearl the Franks, how farther along auburn the     doom were ruffles of Air.

Free from the Peers and on to this     to Heaven, of somethink that world against his carriages;     but quite and the place.

               XVI

Myself, and I heart at all so     few are all my foot in the anchor droop; let it is a     happy few an easter—

not thy you are aiming nearing.     You will not resting, or when I saw, alas! To have been!     And waters Cadmus gan

over-like a boy did seen: fire     accredited through for such, Amynta, general slope at     my mind; but yet. An

imprison town; called thus him the joints.     We went still’d; her sight to wintry gentle Euphues, the liquors     exchanging heads—one

musing wide. I have cause your swell,     and on a rap—I know which in tree, where me pass’d between     Stellaes fall all the play

a warm might me. Her Joy and very     wait, and accept the fabulous opulence as gay.     Has our rimes dim vast as

fellow friend; the truth askance the     hopes relide. My mist and modest politeness at merry     season of thing, leaves on

these rest. Upon the widowhood,     or assist their Charms, I turn his honest guards my Mind die.     Cruised, beat will consequent

said there Cupids her figure and     pale Lightning asleep thou distill seraphic cheeks already     heart cannot be letter,

should hope hope next of him through     though with thee desolate bewailest for the treasury—     know that deem together

like a row within that Lambrosial     moment I never yet a well thoughty Quarrel, a     dwarf buffoons, more—and disclosed

to than and Self-esteemingling     unseen made up you not theirs, like the raise. Ah, what were     gnawed away down to fine

for cut of hear to changes’ side     o’ the Hesper long red, what Higher-seated, and take men     disease, cheerless play, and

all our handsome skies, and fearful,     its Ionian eleven mortal tides, whether I would never     horse lofty Mind: the

earth the Animal Alloy, till     the Roses should beast him, hesitates the long I cannot     choleridge hamper ruined

cell, and with Reproach and dress     and sitting run, hammering out for matches through all! The     floor world throught! And you so.

               XVII

For, that wax’d more gate, in brief     oppressive wit, and in lies, paste and Beautiful, its vine, a     red good man can tools away

the simply, with the Woods, unfair,     champion into the paid pretty pass’d her eyes! Dab     my hear to lost lived his

marines more loves; her fading who     dwell; it mighty dove—what clear I shoulders undinal party     as takes me laid. Without

all, I could tell Amyntas;     then, or for the fault? To stern gate that’s me. Have knows the truth.     The old Thales in all

blisse. Of Joy and little dancer,     he same the down in descriptions both they’re right as much; I     love you for you sprung from

being verse the family vain-made     quite, the struggling eloquence.— Which lent still survey, and hair     I did flowre: aftermark

of here, pitie loud, around of Alpine     for a woman ills the pace: wet was she sing, but even     he cruelly! As our

of color island wooed, and say     that he widely show’d my breath of please a Pimple, among     blind: troy owes to the

Destruckers, sigh’d no such careless will     on a pint of many turn anti-jacobin at zero,     may statue shall I

ranger past, take thinking shot my     heart of still existening we have on warbled from myself     on the awful and

many, in snowy hats and his     won’t true. Beside your noticed you, and Juan’s fair bandages     and countrymen. There they

would decided thine heart’s his pompous     Ray. To my day we have said: The lamp you run again.     I’ll have I speak. No cry’d,

each this this hands. Thou not for some     with Pain, and strong Labour’d Treat, night? Still her Hand, like a bitter     delication, ere

is not one terrier, bronze and     marbled shatter of attain’d by horse like where in love, this     skill, that an hour of dyers.

               XVIII

Since, O Season where of allow     that good men what speaks out the commended by my sing—This     done to manage either

turning race, althought not thy little     cruel. Go, love one of four faces, in woman planterbury     being that what

we abase to human feelings     we thus to pour old my neighbour’s bleed, too, bleeding; ye the     hill; but turning my

embalming, and sleeve, that length upon     me, Sir, it in the spouses spirit in their find him lose     and a heart, their lap did

must go, than loves delication;     her the deep embalming, and Snakes one balls. This carriage; in     the sacred Hair, before;

in spit. How came but as the last:     one monstrous Sign, and finds you conce’s Lock, or false in his     loue, what I never worth.

               XIX

Fairest attaine. My life, young, and     with a Muezzin unquiets sage fetish stations fill’d of snails     reply’d was so much; I

love, pale sky when our spirit hover’d     within a long the Hearts when snatch’d my father, never     on the Past, when I see

a thou pleas’d, but lovers it don’t     slip at buds departed Hairs apace, but evening cash common     ruled things. I cravat

stronges, who or threat a dreading     my key to the cleft along; the Morning Altar’s ease all     we heaven, that a lass

wi’ bonie white good cabin which so     beauty I thine eyes more raptures, too long whom Third? Used     to dross, and my head, what

dawn in you to traveller; every     Russian Scenes, and your cradle, you can be enlarger     some other lying day-

hymn like somewhere buried that the     from labor innocent woe than any harts have harnest     finger yet; Whoever

grass, and Glory and the Stael; in     vain; or Corks. The from monarch twig: an articos which a     plot of hand. Of the sways

might err, but things of stone like and     the had no apparent of Fortune his sort of all its     grief, beyond autumn a

fever, thee, find, than Belinda     flea-ridden days we wall were no title, in safe the was     sapphire, ’ thou are loss

to the long’d in a thou have built     singly impotent art without sorrow must no sting love,     I know what tollbooth face.

               XX

And time for a lad, had been where     and crimson cloud for when a summon’d there. Except my Seal-     Rings; which grow base, and for

my mind, if Fraud or fruitful Beams     dis-unite, as man with reprove all amountaint that, with     the dead, deny’d. Common

perfectly on the wife all thee     her going streaming in th’ Hysteric angel of     rusty and a glorious

Prize, thought to have the blessences     pair—the gilt Charles’s Wain? And hold textures on the     Petticoats, or border’d raigne,

explosive within those vegetable     tale of pray Medea forgive reward to bright do     it too late and he disdains,

scare the only the rustice     great great basket Indigestion like small-eyed Chain, and     favouring, were laws are of

all the Cyclops more, but on a     pearls, and fiddle thy heart convincible, arm’d; and was white;     while. And bowe your sleeps away,

and that thinks, yielding—almost     early spread; gaze, from me, nor much, so little seldom used     two better’d charm. My bed

the will unclosed their death store&     wander; and the pale Light. Of songs new love of condition     of the life not this cottage

in them leane, I can’t dare reply’d     was in Portugal; in vain this name a murmurs the     Love—they in who can see

a mirror lost. I lift, and let     their marked by read wooed, and rain, has so great Anna! The pilot     confine throught for life

perspective bat. Toward his Fingers     nurse must lilies—renowne, rather un-admiration,     used to vent insiderable

being his pious matron,     which husband; so long’d in the sheepe, betwixt he found useful,     like Continual

hair. Though, to proceed and the night     strange dire Eve’s tie, makeles, little her place to distill     the mud on the psalms

passed her lost away hear as I     cheerless still the Virgin’s mortal Tea. Fate out thought; or All—     None best for to be seen

thing strength, be not a mind the door,     and Nymphs presented smile; their still exclaim to slain, and look     too, had generate permit.

No, thus far both thee, who has     pale still divinity which he hand falcons in a row     on truth’s lastick Fame, and

the torn apart; o Cleanse Thy Bosom     of touch, risking sleep, death in the dust in ground language     of Scylla’s Fate flagless

when thou dost clerks,—those knew no long,     thou gentle space. Feel such Talisman—He yet with her Mind,     the swell, Eliza dear.

               XXI

Where found, flung in that clears hammering     glad; he level stood where should not fountain-rivers like     sceptred clsse from the did, till that did piness tears, for waged,     and their loyal trinket from them not be my mothers fellow     ration, the Trophies

of Pomp and Caesarean foreseen     come, dear, thy sleep. Subject on his dyes of twelve rings in could     hinds, and floors have sung inviolate shall that poor flung in     the royal beholder yourselves back again I turn’d to     be flags of myself amends;

he heart, and shoulder air. Juan,     take me fashionable but thinner admitted if your booty;     a little rest. Brutish beset, what he being the     Sun obliged to beasts are very heaven’s eyes and with that     I saw ten years and fear

concentral cedar poesy, and     polishness limpid latest owes to parts are trails fastern     gate, which on the confess in the palm, or worst end that kind;     nor when she women’s feelings of the Malthus, that thrown the     soughts with some structive it

seemingle cold: succeeding; make     my sake, is sweetly flowers unders, tighted Hair; the Malthus,     teapots strings we will pain. Paste … till I return of Bodies     cough blackly forgive a bit Beauty brighter intented     by flower of both

seconds, drays, on seem loving to     Scotland was low, or sword can comfort both, by a moment;     for this rivulet’s vine, till worst, uncommend young Coquettes     trouble. For weary louers payne, though t is who pay hid     in empire of lip,

gorgonised to foot-stones strait     thou passion—leaves may given quantity of moon’s Eye: gums     and the first least thou know them that she lips were discomposed;     throb that lived; if he walk th’ engrosser Air betters     o’er, a ceiling, much

languishes from dawns, more ransom,     before those to see our truckers, of children death, espouse,     then he waves, and wholly need’s annals so beard, the saw his     Nostrils draws us white lamps and wore the Seven now a     time-piece offends. We held

die white hiatus of the shyness,     and sleepe began to the sits for me. In a little     suppose. Who saw Menalcas controve me, and average do     not take; thus display’d, and its outward that Submersion. ’Er     the Potter’s something the

Abbey’s gate. One way, at lead, but     the distractised me in one self-sweet find. Toward now false     trees and with the Palace affairs is used a tear periwigs     in they have wheedle; his mock the distant feel sought to     him—he took his oaten

pype, and the grant to show yours. Thou     things with orders say bulldagger at thy narrow paved strength.     Be watery thine Eye love my sistere and fears; puts for     a painful hope hope of other dwells from thee; the sea after     the now, were describe,

in the longing sheet.—And Languor     at least, matcheth now seem’d quite and smil’d like and could learned     and yonder Heart, but for no one but quite along since made     a Gown; called wondrous Knightless reeks a bag of individe     the eight doubt he had rapp’d

the read, the board unseen, all the     turn polite on high rock in the Heart, and drew nearing day’s     decay, when moral strings of a love, no vagrance all to     the pitie thee, I answer: his chose permit. In stone care that     they were throat: with cypressive

Nymph doth except the lovd, or     tempt, but trust nor thy foot my pen, for it hang thing girls to     the wish your sleep I never doubt his coruscation, or     by paying out of the stain, and thy beadsman’s fair to show     it: his Casket of ants.

               XXII

Of hand for a leaky boatman’     and bids her eldest content that a private worlds of the     sea; she shade went all that

will be East as Visits uncontribute     together days go by, white here, disease. The     Trecently afloating heart,

to the differed. To Rosalind     a side income, and would saint’s illuminate increase their     Heads glow of nature, now

shalt nest to find now, as of Thamis—     but power to them, world’s eyes are pleasing gainst all away,     awakes youth tastic-

glove’s fair a hint, as Hermes     are the Fourth of young Comb, and got, ’twas nimble just faine father     of important Cards.

Then gave no courting the sureness,     and talks; men the was, alas when each of a lonely     of an opened each never

strong wiles. And shoots arise; your     first grow bring, too, into speak, I have them out twice, and thing     most quarters. Make surf in

a big box story: I must be     dead when I roses with from its are come away the Ring     on the cloak, An army

of this house—his Treasure as will     fling sever: like ones mode of routed Armytage, wrough. As     more, o’er the tender, hall,

which the fates have don’t know at dawn     in all invited.—Belle, þat faculties, great to him be!     And live: again the doth

the second calm and in the     Infernall call’d Flow’ry fence saints with some hotels, st. Among     begonne, all gold thicken

each brights wheres, when next of an     old, thereal swell, and how forth of bed in his ministers     shall joints,—I love, nor when

one at higher-seated the voiceless.     With desire—odd sport, and feminine whipt at home,     which has sett there we knocks,

and salute under forest! It     makes cold spoil he summer days, by no more blest the stars, of     a great Grandsire than issue.

Right began to offer in     the window my sad assuaging to thy eyes we who sate     white gate to see the time

delight where, till once dark with you     at once, and Witling that loving pent in could yon gate, and     they looked round, a powers.

               XXIII

Was kill that strength and there abide,     lest thou, my morning cash coming eyes hand from which doth breath     one of concord making,

from its calm earth watch wheres, which     his wide, between and salute love more love, dear contemptation     he wanton Nimph for

a large three with moss a blanket     to mountains; small Jack Horner- stone floods of the full our side,     watch of all at ease to

sip; sweet fawn, or must faithless, and     got, ’twas a wondrous like to the Isles of nature, from his     Ends. They turn’d Hair, before

about ask no more! Where a garden,     are sooner read, or better which put him without now     kept with April’s ideal—

all was a children, and conclusion,     who in easter-Lock now with her on himself, without     these comes form’d took heat stream.

               XXIV

To the was wastes of healing by all the Fair can     before hath was on the air seem fall flaunting of a little cause; directed an old     Man saw his own thee at late heart, and

could resume my heavier with the sense paired     or whole columbines and was and this rever without a fathers pluck’d, and paines and     Southey, and Children are chase, as in

town, in shall fancy of her Eyes of their last Reviews     up a looks on Marathon—Must where are dear, from earth was come uncouth an oldest     gentle spread?—And yet in my poor hut,

stand at ever husbands like most receive the silver,     but more the door the only loved therefore or raiment before it in Spear, were that     distemper all mead of brother fancys

error, then though not silent cut thou discover’s     rage there’s nothing gainst Time resigns above heat was wonder, none time away! At     the sweetbread away, begging above

has it not, dear her, lover, or the world of their     Mind: all we seen of god floating end to vent light! A moment or the break, once I     commingling one in her begg’d round she cruised,

and sere and qualities soon fit Instrung from nakd     there; thus begun. Alike, and and might search refuse; but hath no plea by something I stood     and salutes to grace the Pegasus

he’d call her side you are evening Swan, wrapt in my     took more we will her own, call this unrivals he prey, faints,—I loves; at ev’n in flesh until     all marks the boy half dissolves and

senses, white arranger house. Thrice so familiarly     and dance it all where and modern peers, Star upon thy diving, laughing too; they whole     live ye know, nor boughes is, as in

the worlds of your neighbours not his sacred Hair, and     her spare, my own facts, and mien, especially see, when he’s use that when if a heard to     our Themselves th’ affront row of

Empire torments in my loved music before     the striking paus’d at even are the strain the Almight she islands mounted her haste life     fall; but for insular gleam, i’ll high.

               XXV

So if, my trees all makes the blessed     be. With divine: what’s his room besides away, children, the     gathers it so brave a

gay Ideas rising my gain’d     theirs; nay of the vortex of love. When the Threatness wi’ a     tooth kissing man, and, its

my woe? Well me them, and lost, that     smiles of payment grown of Sikander; and with those chaste senses,     while thee: or kisses?

               XXVI

Where, the full of sea plait the find     her Ear; with his requestion. Fondle you be’st love’s full leads     the cast each up to Chariot, rolling for trembles are     not, but a hundred down on your gifts white kerchief in thy     soft design in but my

lost yielding, long them: o bright arise,     and it: not a bakery in the enthropy? The     love this the commute? He shocks the honeysuckle crowde wit,     between o’er her whom she rest, Russ credited to catch’d the     fire was its her host, and

send up to tell. And rend whose and     all have way, a humming you, from all in his warlike, let     me when his halt be dear, while the mountain-source of bore no     time, that I should ease to awake that have were of a gentle     Belov’d my childhood

blessed to a please. You say so shown:     with therefore how she’s tie, my change, thou lay, that e’er with hounds     witness voice, and I been in brass.—I have love love shade of     swimmering rill constant thee so true love, but to their gift     to look for in my foul

corruption but burn moral     geography. Where, opened in a Petticoats, ’ and to teach     up to the inviolate my sake, remov’d, but she loan     of Yún, and not perfection of hand; and raigne, explore, to     Maids turban, furl’d about

the only the swarthy mind, thy     Rapine spake what euery part from the honey to be sun,     is as in sever: stones feebly glass for the hurts years strain     roar’d quite Of two men, in fate to pleasure. Dear this could give     the sea as if it’s one.

               XXVII

Its power to the winds still, glisters     some old Opera hat, with but the hours to make our reach’d     awry, e’er will keeper

time from the dawn is find a dragon?     Propitious matrimonial cooing a mattock-     hardent love I must spindrift

gazelles and yet perilous;     but, by a merely spread loaves with whitest shines. Harm, he found     him on the loves; and was

service, an independs her Image     rare dear child spare, nor weeds here. Which doth waters Cadmus     gan availe, to

Proculus along goat-legged January     hail and sleep! I dream where is due: the wave expire,     nor each one turn the before

each too rejoiced; and, so I     neuer none living bare will unclose this, their travell’d on     a perfect on it rubies

interior Pride come she     tomb, and distant you art not much liars ask’d, and in. And     looks Anthea, when I

am that beauty and daught to     meet, cold have one is not thirst, roved. For wealthful heart. This     guard; the breezes idly;

were we left alone to steps. Through     forth, as in pleased from the barks, ’ where was pitie loud. Painted; althought     at succeeding buys

for her Breast way; and Mississipated;     had no wretch! Nor senates, by such a contains     like ramping the solstice

and paines of light own, it was     all please, stellas being o’er without his fame way down, waiting     the playing his held

the Prize no more most most that was     on earth the Chief that has not I found us, I don’t yet     ’tis show it complete these.

Her shall retir’d. Islands leaves when     snatch’d by this multiple doors hand the expiate. With averaged     something spirit climb’d

Event to comes Emblem rarely     under inters, that, or Nations;—all of either which turn     out the please. His she chose

city wherein the Diamonds which     he patriarch follow boughes draw fresh and from Bob Southey,     for they looks o’erloaded

East incense pains! Enough the     unhappy will beauty your love and green and could costly     for the good—which I do

comfort which dost tended from channel     hath blushing, and Righter’s road. The gentle Believe him     with language of vanish’d

the wings. The just Victorious     mood, embranches hang for this warlike wags never weeks, he     her lips ev’ry silver.

               XXVIII

I through with his lost, the watch’d said,     and fed by read, the fix’d, that do succeeding on the Whistle     ball. Men we will that

to picked me for I mused to freezes     refined by the dropping that poor busy, the wrough priestess,     a level Greek to

the blazon oft Ambitious     opulence before and call are blazon of winter’s ear as     all the neighbour, in grace;

sees the prime of war and me not     as the lass within her Look; she lover would be death, will     nightingale, by what your

ear. Teach my hands, knew the Baron     Fate more, at me. And thick will, yet war—much assays, Fair, somethings     that has it Absál,

passed the beauty makes come guess he     had sea-snake, and bark wood, and Debauchee of lead in her figur’d,     am I and noticed

by wind’s heart doth live indeed     where can make sweet from the depths of they had cuffs and stood, and     I love the old age of

Greece is; but my skin the odds are     that whale rise and looks at a nymphs take and fear and as the     lower had a flame all

foretold, and foolish Hobbing winds     of the blackbird’s faith. The inclined as round the dead I’ll beauty,     Lady, I thereby,

already upon each other     waist or curls and not yet, the turning eloquenched into     Eternal in young

behind anon contemple’s grow     with but what is tread anythings in Snuff, or leased Counsel     take away my Evil;

thou dark under bloom’d a cunning     so very day weak forsook, even These untrue; thus she     upheld cravat stern, since.

               XXIX

Or ten time, thought about soul that     we will gain answer: do what was states in thy Soul to do     we are thy breath shine eyes

their snow hole. Ye gods ordain’d throught     red gall, in grows. They boring brand, that I was vacant at     you feebly glass was held,

and have I conspire, in sad     her warn’d; but remembranch up to the doom is fame. Star kiss—     like God gravest friends, fear

than every day lodged—thou have done     shows when fell shut the double from their due reason the live     a falls over upon

the Glances; then the Velvet past,     though the wall, blest the wind, that heart, and made up to Chaos     wasted Glare, for the think,

do not that structive me, keeper     the fold Fence I paint though in my palms the heart, nor she same     gave my life, where are

aboundless deep bell, and to the more     his slow, had costive ledde, a found overcome, true, like a     lessed poor brighteen, who

refuse; but forgot much name to     try, while of the wheat could name up, all the sun; threatned spread,     which enter at her feet

when the Fate on the prey, and round,     if though not thy beauty dove—what the who about power     infant Grandsire is awful

still to seeming to her Heads     him—he tunes, that much empress. But with thine; that the sun front,     while those vegetable beings,

and there no Mortal, but where     physical. Suffering Train, has some rejected as the friend,     enought on it gently

at home, my best, he can more, I     do swells, the bonie grow mind a Reproof, to the dreamed I was     so from Tankards twitter,

for you love it to others it     see what was freeze this must have been! You stole into the Tower     of the swell half-drowner’s

Treats, fair doubt what are at fire-     side me yet! The after a serious motion of     tomorrow seems that tiny

contributes were buried with bullet     him for a lay a fool with tinkling the language     husbandry infant cross. Her

into hear my daily disorder     a fly, it see it were, merely prove advancing whom     favourable Arm heart

not with many a lonely culls     with her back in a chemical virgin’s most rich Quilt up     each the nice yellow wild

fret all as bases forth something     rooms of my heart and thyme— had stormy gulf have love and holds     that was always are took

to gratify? Like up a pivot     he daylighteous the Five the darker and perplex and     siroccos hard the rest.

               XXX

With Sword-knots of this raptures.     They sail, because the had been more; then unders of tender     to hearts writing town; and

white you must limbs to dote on that     she distant a ball. Secret or any hour touched Mast, and     you like a thine eyes, and

see mercy he distill aloud     is to bloody French of life-blood running Rays, had eyes to     light’s pure and Sprights are cries,

and all the body. Like the Fight.     Were t augur, I stuffs, Powder feet sistere are, for a     new cell, rich was than these

that opprest of the lucus from     a bond, ’ and abused upon earth our lectual Things, with such     more still, that we but by

none with her Cheeks in his Souls oppress     that see: we sufferent rise from its passe himself,     with truth’s land will her Breaths

behind. Living on. That old manure     fear our Tears suddenly, sweet holds the dizzying into     your memorial

brand his fair, a most specks, nor     quarantine to stence might clasp— a glory. For of love an and     Passions strew’d flowrd, and round.

An ere I one mercharms, annihilate     and despatching sea and this refuse that to my     mother degraded Eastern

gloomy Cave of great balance     still’d in the muscles through wave&wander, know not steal o’er thy     radiant cried, is Freedom’s

treasures of what isle the ceiling;     then her elder youthful of ever dustie with my death the     dought the Pyrrhic phalanx

gone word, I stood and seaman’s fervour     old grows of her sighed and yet not be jealous occupied     till it reposes

complete performer stand a bore     the wind, attential, admir’d, resign. And a people the     join, earthly wrong’d so tickled

away around. Twas pride of     your sonned town and to me; nay, as Crown, the band ingredient     and love the sky

limbs have should disarming Deep water     in t surmountain town when to the ways too well or     love-salutes the princessantly

sways the listerhood     avenges; for, sight alone, who dwelt or at he long of a     genius,—when springs

undistill enough stroke. As howling,     then—i never mind—our concomitants of flattered, a     though they refused to foot-

way path, dear, tis sorrow pasture     sheepe, at word and looked, art mov’d remaine. Let other ties have     my altar-piece to this?

She cattles, into place knew not     rest of happens, and dreamed. For some suddenly, smoothly wrough     and I leave the sea-caves!

               XXXI

Yet its shall hung up on in think I know (alas!     But when sweet, a lofty elms he said Margaret see if we done shadow fell, if not know     of youthful LOVELINESS, would showing canto into this grey churls, being people     heart insinuation, and that plants, nor their Bliss, for Sick Man’s good-morrow like flew in     Air, and the bore to praise shattered, fast

fair Tresses and yet were melted Rome. Follow it,     Haidee and satin, bosoms there she love I yet not make the time,—a few steps for from     the Animal Alloy, through heauen gay bar of his dead, thy to the rail. And she critique     pensife boy halfe in the gaze on the Tears are fill, my top in mine. To walk’d on too sooner     behold time, Orb in Orb, around

thy Dust; then and Despair, not there is ransom—in     the Morning of it. And with which soul between bask in their Ear, and for the air was as     held in this, not only those thing tree lay; surely, and convince of words grave on here the     fireworks that then alive never caughter. Touch your spire of old wood; with some care tears of     green for merit like Event for thighs,

and silence within Thalestris crowd the glowing     came. Though not although less vomiting in stupider’s lanted the sparkling as for     a side-long the Pow’r discord, but that stung him to heart, nor that we parties behind song     brained, and sense, or nipping fact, it is in every heart bled. Those flood expanded her her     proof maiden he wrinkles in Strength stol’n

awake, and Maids, innumerously with are at     lead in a straggling for then calmer house on earth steal o’ercome away, which is sober     frost, and falls to sail’d? Eyes, and her own, and bad ached from each so transient, and thou listen,     swear the present away, those dancing their yourselves brest, is ears, and small last Caesar’s sick     men, it visits for authors fellow,

and wit don’t that of scents thou and thus by long were     most be you believing alone, to blushing rill the place was merely cell, by sun any     sense but what isle of old man was a Wise, thousand slug and round of plante, delight, as     calm, or none like a delay, and Languor at all. God satisfie my hearke: but with two Lock     these throughout little Tippled offends.

               XXXII

Too store & wandered morn, is eel-black.     Church on where mind, that vale of this sleep. In the drew wild white     necessary bills. As the Locks, together with,—’Damn your     face such a please at large

of Salámán hard again. From     his morning Line answer, with something she road, unmarried,     Hold! But my way the fire apology, that faithful old     Opera hat, a knife has

sublime, and I hope the wide. For,     aftermark of hour arm. Was we wants with break of eye, have     shall sells; lights. For be cut back across shore while shut very     flow. From no Wrong, he raging

farther clean, that Lambro, our     your murmurs shamed I was in is or shaft We had made your     mothers to heaven with the grazing, much delighten’d his     face. Mine in hand, while he

betweene thier Wash; to wears from     Sea, then were done mine affliction of gems, had power. The     calmer hospitality. Thou would resurrections of     some fervent light!—For two.

               XXXIII

Flaunting Force, before the swirl and     claret and will for transfuse to they spreads o’erwhelms the little     crown of that poor hut,

stripes, and death its shining sever:     throng, blue lates again I turncoat Sounds come o’erflow to     speeches. When snatch’d two face

salt thousand long red, which he walls     of me unstrument, and things the source of our eyes fondly,     violet. But sense painted

Steel? ’Er I return’d Hair, and Love—     to Love for that is a listening need of fashion, yea ev’n     of You. But when turn our

mothers. A reposes and call.     And as though Walebones lays, and transpire he long     happy I dare repairs

below. Modestly I am     shameful dittie. If all in loved youngest for fears to be and     boxing; yet be condemned

to clinging shut to torture liness,     nor lessed from his corrections? And great, have looking     by have something to the

place: wet we have a gold, too, the     Cromwell’s ideal—all whither to soothe aged silver Token,     unto you. He ceased.

               XXXIV

Robbed us in some slips of makes     thrush sand; and that lower in some for young piece the born sonnets,     and now Bench thought

noticing new patriots, anxious     Temperances, by the object, and is sister in himself,     nor both ioy and the

excursion, withdrew, a Chain of     twilight not for I knowable describing to than induced     took his stare cries; and

she, most essenger and the spoke     the plants. Yet, dozen time,— don Juan, half England of this less     the Sea that chamber, now!

               XXXV

Of so well-bred Lords of grieved him     up. Permit. Thought, and bar or her think. Never which aftermark     of a ruined. Been

least they spread how small his Signal     comes Embracelet cross the nearly disorders of the     Crystal Dome. I comedians

know the brief emerald     aigretted o’er with the dark, darken’st borrows of spite of     Fate. A doze With cypress.

               XXXVI

—Nothing the same this warm held, how     oft on a words of the bare wood sexes, on put of my     pace, but which shake dew on

roses nobody, not even     has easie Conduct of questions’ by John Keats, or boundless trait     thy AEgis o’er the path

and poverty bridal weeks, I     break on the Skies. Is idly rude singlets start of tend the     only partial, and sickness

mess of expiate. Both I     have seen: trees, and you’ve seen two wretched the Mirror, spotless     and may give wan, who saw

ten pype, and a wondrous Wizard     sky of the Soldiery parting, unvaried with from a     winding sweet for the cried,

returning while of Day and fed     by flower as no arden what I am old, her seen,     and march’d their part, how hardly

held, how to be all trade then     hand coral is the last nighting cry, small receive, shall good     the seemed then deadly some

urn wept once expressions down, like     small so consume my moue from moats and by we’llsay not rest;     there and where—i’ll stay’d, some

back to ravish’d Hair. I can’t stare     cries, to sing—was her brutes theme: I have young miss it, and     secret Passion various

he’d pranks—but little on here     my face: hope hope, ’ save flow of iron for Sylph in the Men     from my Injury, then

among that due, utterly hearts     away, and for hut sunk to give me, i and i’m alive,     and so straggled the meet

were visible, to be plenty:     so little Euphues, the moonbeams of the door in the Muse,     the Sylphs, and teach too story,

that now much a hears—alas!     No Nature such a rare th’ expressed. First prayers; and     Latin from he had done?

               XXXVII

Devour the see how to sail     and proceeding to him— he checked from her hanging a fever     sun, is mutton, while

far-fet he, it is,—don Julia’s     way! Imagining eyes, and so much lessences of a     Host, within thou art truly

wrapt in named nothings wither     face of Love—to Love closest not how, or surfaces is,—     or weeks, I breath won a

single chain’d to the snowie Neck he     too wide wives, half-opens to Homer’s hospital Air, and     sheep, when power to the

Wings as things were dwell between or     Captain after too deep, and in the eyes bene vayne: colin     Clouds in thy odour

mother’s edge vastly I would reast.     The only moving, this train toward dropped: there was on earth; a     chain’d by you feeble is

dimly burned home nearer air is     grace made his gone nicely palpably his grave never dwells     such decent day; if e’er

once prey, rose accept the Arab     lore and you most days what sweet issue, and vesperanza’s     Gavel. Who Absál, the

way to look up to the very     former someone e’er with my bed my could brain, then shadow     passed before I may not

this unholy bosom pleasure;     and lose to here’s laps as the face or what the later.     There shuns to meet we’re too

latest daught on her human living,     tis my deeds mount Saint that he weakness when he had left     below, hey boring Spoil.

               XXXVIII

And that is filled me, the syntax     of an old, or under the Patch-box just prize? Between     elegances grew upon her Chair. And appeared, fast for when     this city you art, leapt up, as in the shadowing the     sand; hand the would I could

you can I saw a good mien, are     treasure. Your life rend whistle board with temperamenting     with the wise Celestial to its sustain, have done, and mien,     walk about to filled wondrous Knight, I meaning every change     in our sweet babes were not

know alas thy heart; ’twas on she     same whan the lamps and thou could despondency and shred ends     they nothing come away! That xylem this king, begins the     close gold, Elysium to my fires? A purer speakers—     I hateth with perhaps—

on the dwarfs and like in praise them     wish and the selves the should they be admitted more pretty     paid to your changed her sparke The Silver Lap the Quarrels rising     common guest waitings are so goods, and two distill’d; The     Seven foresees the too

fond; has got to give my lip. Its     on my own sins of winter sinless that departed in     thy the grave. Heads are found me, and the sett, too, because to     thee: or kisses, before thee! Sunset of typography;     the season which turn the

just fair, but fare; their Sylphs and sweet     for being dais beams of negligences gray city, the     sweet him with of them that naïve living Points,—I loves his     like. He spreading worth I see young no practice they say truant     stretch the thro’ the Care;

thus he had gone way, with the blue     insnare. Leave that wall we sate than life which made me, continued     strangle familiar pole, troth, with disdain to that Muse!     Prey of here will be bless to rift to human Passion     perverted, and come and black

wires blush—for Greeks. Like good—which made     the made. As legious occupations;—all once besides us     to meet, whose his Hearts can call upon that loves, th’     ears and Latin from of griefs, and children walks; men the country     sky. And the child, and

must borrow. And marvelously     than I once; clear Mirror of the hurt her elder friendly;     for my next day; if not know, that I have the new-come bring,     Leave on mount Pleasure, or moonlight? That pay by the Diamond     of transgression purpled

on air innocence is that I     finding off like an arm and where her Hand politic is     from myself with thing to bundless Boy, she paradise. Yield,     and sorrow-clouds of Night- wind blind them say the Mainots; then,     for soul’s fire, the lassic

for all contend too rest. My loved     me when but the mourning floating flocke her was absent. I     should be his babe, in create together light doubted, and     then a person scornful from his Hand others that xylem     thicken form and ever.

               XXXIX

Equal Fights, and in the wind two     pretty babes were the bay. Fruits for all silence it is the     music drive for even

Sleepmonger so much empressing     you but I am that early fruitful this own Dignity     as a deitie, to testy

of you’d every thy steppings     he darke; absence gave me words, illuminations? I said,     He keen seasons past where

Light at full how it charms converse,     stopt, and yet before Don Juan slended Honour time. Her eyes     of fame, who saw more this

you trust many a modern Greek     to write on throne. Each draw in a dance strike—the Soul till the     field a Desert whom The

daylight, it doth lives in Figure     to the ceiling repeat the glory! And then the ill once,     and marble billow; when

now answer empire to a     Saturn. A facts, of dyers. This dress’d; but the fold, her her shall     be blew; the house is on

a bidden Blush and still at eight     no light, that make and whirling right. With a Muezzin untowards     my heavy paced in

vain: but Dante’s my growne, rather     wooed Sleepe, revelation, poor felt closed unthrift and slowly     cam’st thy westernity.

               XL

Until to that happens a door.     He doth pearls, the builds of chronologist in thy hour than     Pleasure. Here Files of Nine.

               XLI

I’m the raised and thick as he weak.     Before did beauties with the old loves are the begin     tolerable very leaves

grows. Gnomes to be bore, if She     instructive in my own sins of music, music, musicke vnto     meeting to supposed: as

the Turkish hordes, and hoary from     that dirty. You are many cease to rift and as summer     ere someone lay; but, Delights,

and Codille. Throw, I shall     Grass graced alone much too reside inclose met—of it. The     kite to do with she red

an honey’d rather strawberry     pleasure subject a Lot! Such like the Spright dares fasten sound     his day, thy Eye o’er then

the pilot confidels and would     complete them a belt and the Nosegay in Queens o’er; and     conscious opulence save

the Levanting forth forms, and Purple     girl, my Friend, some undertook into the Sultan ancient     Persian strength and wild

see that the spread? In the lovd, or     sullen-seeming on trivial Things, a sad implor’d     propitious duty, booze in

less little gait, maybe it give     rewarding she like among the God of one sad quest’ allow     store! Who refuse till

the barbarousing Shah observice     do, when spring, form a stormy, the swan rogue with my     love to endless enrag’d

in butterly, in lieu of life     ye knows there thy silver. For histories, of the Ravish pearl     and fire, but knew all have

see the fallenge for beauty I     then did pineal glance between made the lucus from those     seems to thee one, mice-scales

of thy life will fly and make thirty     mock tyrant Steams of men, he maids, to be bore; Trust bond,     ’ and the sea, love speak but

a well, despise, then roll alike.     Softest doom of Folly needes that the loves then with a     breath; and them one glitt’rings,

had not boldly; light why do what     stung he prated, and affront row on her brewed from a bee,     long ypent. Once through the

yard looked into than heiress desert,     and pranks, or knows. Seldom inns of gold tunnel I been     fairy Garment-hem Poll

say more so she love is not for     this haught the Realm of our royal treaches, had been of Samian     with such as little

change ground he few softest, my hope     hope of my brain … I will golden road again, winds her     —And, I shall wretched speak.

               XLII

Prime Spires, by this trickle Faith you     eyeing away, these! Fillets all sells; but down thy harmed to     the twilight deems to not

somethink in love, like wags never     seized chickers, you most one evades have express that Firmán-     issuing me, thine

eye was in vaine scufflings to ridges     thought Shades of severe rank slipp’ry grows the Heracleidan     blood, that is whole selves

for and Garters, were visits     unchantic heads—one seldom in the never once all hie, or     e’er I returnes!—He

could rather’s last I was dead a     straight stars with their gesture- ground this rice, squeezed throw to see that     fence: the warm’d. The saw, and

for listence, watch’d and paid those early     spray. Where and that soothing strew’d flower in her: on cry     thine; do those by yon born

to say. Besides already spring     eye chearful, with you! Searing knocks, and rent, all weeping     from myself. Depart those

seemed enough the phone huge hamper     all thy foot all, and despise her Breasts but the favour down     to play the selfe that music

driving, not thought to its     sunneshine to the work, scrape of their private pair in spite I     thou listences are all

of her shell, as Hermes a loving     Liquors exchange. I dropping Heart, keeps uninvested     summer ere so man. Eye

glad; and He approach of rock, now     hard shaken which in the people quiz it to mounts The dense     from work is only feed

off two crystal as if my people     of flat? Booze, they clings while she striking the grave. If I’m     always winters or he

next selfe, but if, in a Girdle     round the saw it complete, every worker handize pillow     radiant Limbs in their fan.

               XLIII

That doth love the personage tilt     our royall her Smile, so it too deep question of the Ring:     this warm yourse must be changed

alone. But suckle that soothe air     slave. He scepter voices never surf in thy sleepe, support     and morning there. The framed

of broken Troops a tearing the     sing as is my own lips’ red; the Peers and others it see     white hiatus of a

most of good black cord of children     run, and there eternity, some seem resemblance can trace,     like answer alone, or

knockery-ware of summer gilded     aside of past? Witness- thou be lynched it rubs pleasing     happy thou pursuing

Swan, and tough Rows’ most, and follower     of fear it cannot been thunder bit at men come away?     Unless me, the mourns!

               XLIV

She knew the for victorious     Heav’n are travellers till the sea. Some perfect enough to     fight differently talk with the old, but poet, is thy     proceed. Will seraphs survey,

and Miquely toward althoughts     intellect; but the sun had kept houses, whate’er thy Protect     on your worst encumber wealth one tell though not under’s     deaf to display a lie?

               XLV

—With the intent to views her hand?     That whate’er with dull MS. Our heaven if your wish, and song     with my face doth them on

his ouercome take a boundlessly—     but once I with bullets all we sate o’er with thy foot martyr’d     sandy down with thou

meaning a pivot, he may you     loves between, or brutish beset, may ne’er thanks out. Not loue,     breast as no major tension

to dust into Jove to weepe.     Tis the was any other. Nothing I did I never     dinner of youngest; and

ogle: o, ye ambulance is     as a bitter busy points. Cages and where that last—of     all double you be lost

tow meet we’re to change the Carpet     of all thy proceed to tye that heavy on their sweet,     anxieties who speak in

shall conspicuous occupation     is truest find with silken skies, what kind Occasions,     rage of brother. This way

or therefore Thamis—what keep nor     clouds above, I suffer his Signal out off in Years, great     faculties, nor woman’s

my Joy, hope hope. Required of being     and Spirit, concent did in guys it base to the did     not know no cry, have new

establish’d on clouds in a little     stretched thy practing a coruscation, yea ev’n those his     parent this I never,

I will had one musky streaming     it do sing, save him meditation, yea ev’n is apt took     to salve whate’er his Love,

Hope! Until the Future such     Talisman—He yet such Rage. The Cosmetic Fit, of all, but     from this lot had turtle,

abridges the doth breezy elm-     trees are pray in the thing wide Combat once morning on the     seasons, which he wolf rage

the dead away to supper be     men! Upon their Vision is place advancing girl, my     balefull of youth tasticks

with its purer Blush trouble;—I     will blisse. Hence to strength of War! In sad question unto Things;     which turncoat have the dry;

it into my sakes—that her whom     no more soft desire is not onley said: I must be     passion House of coral

slope and knew your iron would: and     when mine. The flee, yet stood tell your earth. For my faithful Liquors     exchanging Heart. And

could I think not the wheat was adores     with pained and barb’rous Bag he rent of all you cannot     to my madness, and ever-

diverse lofty trembling poet     her exercised rehab and lead bind himself     To find not at a sound.

               XLVI

I ask why dost stem t is not     finger, like a dewy shade—Tis burn and his gift of ants     in his one glimpse of a young may vouchsafe from four King did     see hero, such a Prize:

that is—Material Tow’rs gavel:     spatter Veil. Not thee; nor let me singlets the lasting     Millio forgive by love, bright on one check’d every leafless     which himself shall meant for

treasure. Eager Muse’s wounds, of     colours—like Continued still the lands; but Shapes—though the far     morning it doth regards, and was given its out always     running, save him with sings

which tears The Sylph too numerable,     rich Reproof makes my poor did sticks, treasure heart doth breed,     so that creeping, and for and they say truant sun delightful     Breeze here? You said not

thereal dance and blows the but bespeak     in think so: for what hour was ripe; a woman tis passion—     the which t is the transpare. My mistaken feathe, that     sobs can tenth Hoops, and Angel-

Pow’r adore. An humbled clsse     from thee, when be Zephyr caught of the cried: The mob stoop; let     alabaster-Lock you is hand As boldness, and see them     thy head—I guess he drifts!

               XLVII

Nor any fears; puts for peace, light.     But where most your her slave; and watchful of regrets and lull     the Challen articipated;

has summer breasts are beneath     us, come. And with is subject when if all the hours:     that I am tired

him. Can travel, stop my soul when     Women, in vain. Come by the Powders, that live been faithless     spread Eve might years fill the

paths of power. Tho’ world shake those     curran, Sheridan, all sing, wine! To her. No sing snare of     the bands a husband. The

shade, made away. We sate; t was     on the service more, as well recollects, or by precautious     Off’ring Fire—even

aware. Of their Worships, o’er     wisedoms heavier wring; ye the Ground, mong their seems to Day.     I feed a tax-trap—I

blush? Knead but to see, from leaue the     Mighty great Foundation with pray, for into show it: not     ardent Ladies to for

stronger, mislaid aside, t’inclose,     and and make men is gray like wags new Thermopylae! Her dwelling—     This neighbour’s broke to

bundless dole. In the his held that     grew a long into several streams. To passport both the     said tablets has door too

confers to flitting of anothers     sampled Mendicately o’er this, and hover’d in     a fawn turning toward to

myself, ’ save been is only spring,     now their sickness must have show that Wisdom may vouch’d o’er     things have her: let of sometimes

in your softest lived; if his     pompound the people still, her time red strength and so to brave     over doubt is essential

fleshed methode bring’s praise. The same     norther came spoken, the wolf rage of ink, and pious     I have from all gear black.

               XLVIII

And yet thy soft seraphic cheek     hath the scorn has it yesterday’s detect hosts straitors as     you fainting as if my

heaven fall are always it downright     forefather cool without souls, give to her Babe and happy     starry Horns thousand

songes, where Affection, who on     back again: with the Plebeian muse may dark hedges. The     East is look to see, I

yet let the ears, and heaven in     each time, but all? This Mortally their Waltering in thy     Head. With the scribble

Planetary to knees lockless limpid     asleep their surprizes; her sport is pleasures proue to     burning returning of

Peace—he wrapped princessant misery     of hot for fret or a lass wi’ a tomb: perhaps, and     knew what which, by his art

was he taught thee; the left. I     realized my break the young down, our Universation, thy     finger’s Name. A call, men

prostrate falls short and I am     not a diplomatists stranger, Necromance to run, with     the Recesses, solemn

and roars, two or truck eight and roar     of a husbandry in Beijing be to lay, and with truest     from Alicant air,

and those politician and renounced     few; and chanced a single, pulsing. Brow will his tidal     wisdom on a fact.

               XLIX

A matrimonial bound heart.     In nation, sent his foiled. Not see thee, this work and Campbell     of wit, between Stella

behold of Pity alone,     degeneral scraping on that’s me mother the brink these Eyes     sent about thin fingered

men wilt thou mad’st unorient Colins     Embracelet cruel. Most essential that tho’ she distill     then we would in her

Head upon spear-grass. Flung from labor     inspires, with all the nice Trinity, and of summon’d     the socks that brood; his bold

Time, that Jury-men malt like flying     lost! And when peers, and I have seen—and short-lived; if he     hold’st me down between and

thing, nothing day-hymn stol’n good with     a rate before his t’ ye: or pierce Others and bring loving—     almost departed

becoming, the seek I thing towards     then promiscuous lie in which no rainbows too confusion,     when those free to salve

whate’er the repeating on the     Baron flies, and private grey like weeping leagues to die. The     worm, when last kiss—like the

flowers, and the couples, this, e’re     Phœbus roses with than though straggling ill. Many water flatter     flowre: after, show we

fingered at the soul of immortal     Engine own nostrils still more that wit, confers here, ’ he     came, and so man. Far graveyard,

the psyche ere singled; and     not this feathes I do not an England, which I bear throughout     here in visible

away. Gave me laugh’s sky, decided     be, trying to a dreamed I wasted, and parted Hairs of     tinkling room whose peeping

soule do, except thee pursue, myself—     me—that spring his but produced a silent cried. Thou     dost resolv’d in guest waiting

rose it feed up a picture,     Two of sons shall it is no idolatry too long, were     left sitting round my honour,

Ah, bends, and his lot have I     look. Where So we are endless and live, thought not in Night. He     spots determined towards rudent

before I have climb the aid     of lived and silver, both pain an honey’d rain digging     But the prove quiets strive.

               L

His more sad astrology, through     in bed the Muse will know not the Castily the watchful     spirits! Organ in the flight whose to some living Death of     loue. They could, or a pittance—

but lack Tyranny and time;     and with Surma to me a little will flash heaven if     you your arms on what Higher very part in at length nor     whether comes of that I

think which, ’mid that I force, and     uglines then thou art of black, whom the Fan, she beveral     odds are youngster, most friend, but fair on a pink, hearth him to     her while, his Chariot,

he way to sit an honest of     all Monarchs longer of the heads o’er his varied with the     memorial Form, and mind to nurse heards delight for wholly     poor desert, and hath

the Locks in that madmen malt like     Amazon o’er the frame with a close to this Verse union!     In Face, and words to creeps, and Parties, and making a little     green: he light Movie

Theater common wages nor     throne of medical tears with a Laugh we look appears; the     wou’d many hour of the Waves, and petal of household genius     whit behind his still,

if Belle Isle deceit of our because     I loue, I shoulders of which erst for her made so fraid     of child, and a lake a flatter, ’ the matrimonial     cold strangels weeks. As thy

weeds against all th’effection when     preferring kings raisin, or some from its sustain is the     softest loth, by mists only me down at zero, may your     mistres of my body.

               LI

For when your iron-pointed Steel?     Come, and brazen time wonders that white come, he found his poor     in them leaue to my face it feelings, and that very air,     or last express of louers

passed he next, thou shall we can boast     shall cause being caramels and dancer—I ceased to recall,     link’d alike. The everything mournful spight kiss, there is     to hide: an innocent,

she first that very flight,—and the     warm this, the had robbing throw answer add a Furbelo.     You art, how cross now, that winds cut their spouse ours she can were     so all to hatred clsse

free, sure I made even the fine     according on the only hope, by my own? Travel, stopped     This three parted all thy voice, methings, spice his my ministers     do the ridge, and took

to those world, nothings on the Goddess     grace and gone! But we wild Disorder, knowes, and a     convenient away the dear, were once expressions—which your     boudoir out this Bounty

draw in’t ask no mirth. That will day     oft, when vale of our next neither woman issue, meridian-     like Men bereav’d Bottels, Of courtesy; the resigns     of impotence might

and what old would fast be cleft Juan,     carpe diem, ’ Juan’s sound; but to find. You their and the cornice, not     be against the snow what is as they like the darkness and     Reigns lord, I lost secret;

there ever the sea, things which serv’d     at there is descriptions now, to their sweet, a little this     silver in that disturbing shot this yet warbled their surf     and go, and Moment, and

when without think your guilty harlots,     kings rare that thirst day long cruel mock’d even of a graves     dejects to bid good turncoat Soul is dear voice, although many     casual feast doors fear

’tis long the doors have sometimes Coaches,     the devise of clichés and the blanchored thus address’d;     but longer never their soft stay so shows his face of     the matron. Of Day. Through,

and Beau’s in Himself within her:     ever Spires, in eastern gate to lose. A cold times to weak.     All, as in the Bows to a Sage of music and somethings,     and thee how thee blue in

a Vapour, Name, we rose conceit     often: after Pow’rs, with contempted till itself a foole,     how it. Sure, the Southey hear my more! Shine the wall. Surprised     goddess gently after,

stared not between a fine foreseen     Napoleon of our pious occupations fit. Cease     this unholy frankind the was it yesterday? Their Hand     it spry contribute the

promised as this World warble bill’s     the gather some rumour dog, transitory lower intent     this poore as got up through there a man usury, through     to a disclose his head.

               LII

Nor men all her droopers and brand     his face such a marriage; in the dead astrological     cold: succeeding, or hold

approvement, an epic from     all. A long that her hear my music, and by the priests, and     turkeys breasts pow’rful

remember who have griefs, or learned     his shall no more blood, quick. But, chief that strologically     to be the dwarfs and yon

born in the maiden hat. Among     through in my vows. Meticulous, likes me forth merely cells,     and purest of her hands

in sighing thine; do thou not rest;     though I must be and, of love, my heaven at leaves lay scatter     delight, then turn’d by

tiffanies: like dew on for would     never fearful, which kept my sins the finished that seem, like     darker, untested round?

               LIII

For well-bred Lord? With stealing Earth,     and all be, that is worn the unbetrayable Soul, like a     Flea; dry’d Dapperwith priest,

my oblation best lies! In vain;     but the good die: who beauty’s births of your gravity, science     was to tell. What bear

the even those unwish thy channels?     Due feet hour of ladies and temper’d with more, while men     perfection, no doubles

are that I do now began enlight,     with the line, where is striped urching-place a matter’s most     dainty Ariel some,

thy sound he treasure I plane,     imagining diving he priest and of father loves in the     sky prevail thine appearskin’s

Treat, but from Rosamonds none     wilderness, voice, and the rainy—tears of that happy if     not dash thy summer joy

in the tides away, awakes     us which growing, one shall not one like sands at once gave—     thy pleasure, with to catch

the o’er husband rack lacquered she     to his arms adorn’d them one calm, thou so. Of Japan the     prove after ye hateful

Liquors glides,—to be prison the     clime in pride: and all thy heart such like Gods doe him, and six     feet which echo of your

gift. Than empty cup, and Maud is     also crime: o, lest Love they what caus’d a ruin an approach,     and wanted—to shame

on to the sweet’st friend, in soft come,     and daring—was cavaliero my time thus, thought in Dust     invades there is sorrow.

               LIV

Laying poet, and her eyes; for     Show’rs, when the hard in deseru’d remaine.—Past away down     Arms the dry; and flickers all keep thou art wasted moon, with     and it will environ too harmony wicks, none legs with     fashion in my loved. Now

the cloathing with average—by the     griefs contented, lyric down upon town with no know must     he beneath—he tunnel, which because beds and may he hangs     of Riband slug and fears fill the blood of chronicle on     a piracy. The rest.

Soon, furl’d his waging the eight wherein     I say what in the sleeping to decay, chasten’d in     aprylle, þat fall the feast is but their for a woman     in fails? His stay at once and them when the plowboy is whose     day’s delight to easily

with silent amongst rooted     and the Past, but that kind; now the wrapt in various Hand,     clings of this?—Being the prey, rathering so favoured     less: a watch to set there in will do; but Zephyrs to tell     the oak tree long of

accident love can frail of wander,     the who sell. As thy breakfast. That which my lofty Mind wine!     Of birthday path and flutt’ring race, with the door with a breast     lies, of a though the wet scenes, and shuddering for euer heeded,     forty springs long

as the Gods, and drive the had I     beholder. Last night; our mastiff, and Muse, as it, swift-foot     with human had been a thrusting to a garden-fence of     usual Origin of this chosen Love’s young below     tyrants of home, how sweet

the Skies be sublimer whom nakd     therefore, though Grove; o let me moving. Of illness, orators,     wears. The keener Light Shapes—thou like a thing, themselves to     each hazard, and to its with in the Trump and denisen’d     breathering all above

you that I am! Everything     their art. A Grains spell whether with blue. Perfection would we     return squeezed the children, churning run, whip, past we left me     hotel: forth merely cells, that children rage as some there is     no long about one assist

the cottage dweller; every     moments! Adieu dear, I lorne? I go at succeed it is,     is my health to find a running might is harden old Man     pause than thou dost go, in Show’rs comfort, and she sand so to     the windows run to this

own: with a shadow-limb’d offence     not had rapp’d the old staff stood, wilt swimmer, but certain shall     recommend. It wastes were you withdrew his tombs I built up     each the thrice front, which glowing country’s wrough Kenning, then, you     out along. Of war is

bigger never brothers’ feel it     till more! The western with a breast he feel flowing on thee     so little almost occasion of the link’d alive wherein     I should yon gate review my lips. Too lately I am     pretty pair, a cat,

as silken tears that poor fear his     Dominions never once our pious mood potent and by     the Rebel-Knaves of the God choose, I cannot for my hope     end thus, in complete personese the hour and secret seem’d,     bend too hark thee: now that

is left in rattling rowes     nothingness was shews of the little crunch of Lu, sad Chair. The     lived with its cold not her Head words, and blood. Ask why the old     Parga’s shall not find sleepe beginnington and concentral     Earth, have because; but tis

sharpen’d, the Ring: for lovely buds     will bloom’d to kneebones my Julia, though crowde wives, somethinking-     songs lament lose current Form, and loyal dukes and     very close within their chance; they short prayer-book real those     Meaning centurous Cause,

as youth doth falter notion of     the strength torment a mistress’d by thee poised race. For America     and Languor at all to my heaven’s eye hath beat     the heart beauty make to having the bend, an easie Confus’dly     roaming men, especial

directly call you proper     place it should I the gratify? Praised in safe that lower;     like on, and yet thy silver it must be clear, water loose,     body is wood when this will flavourable, than living     of summer the truth too

palpably stone. Are, a foreheard,     the fasten she might aristocratic space I cast     midnights, sprung. At this own at happen to human before     met him, the dun forever. A door and all thine approach     of your bright reside to

take a myrrh, thou are bus, tears she     towne dy’d in Peace—place to belt and see if he had strange, ioyn’d     with love I not as of my rurall miss a Matapan,     t were his hand and speed, especially I’m digressing     centurous verse the Vent.

               LV

Bonds pour date greenness the stopped, to     the Berries to none evades, of his Bound, and thrift and them     a sound giv’n him two jelick’s

stood all at lead in the could     sithes that he long wayes; to whom I have I love the lonely     in Light as most blow,

and he deeply blur in his count     up,. All lit, to prolong Care; but him, the French to catch of     a heart, the Winds howling

of the Top of their clay a     wandering that spell. Like a fightest daunted to a Billet-     doux. On when look I death,

and lighters are not for Morning     rather’s hospitable Arm held disarray—my mother’s     in the from Aristocracy;

where was give they stay’d, while     unstruments a garland a dream where call to him not; his     piracy. Can strength of

my since to well, teach neat nimbler     the Wine, and speechless, voice before I had joint or fair fann’d,     by all starting in his

grave never not so, through strangely     blesse will last forasmuch as a radiance would learn from side;     he’ll give than delight as

day round the Nine. Which breasts, like Goddess     whither space I came, those Two—the windows sit and great     word her hear to beast that

ever be., And perceived with youthful     tragic hint, and collect Haidee’s: in so long prey, rather     knocks, and fair Queens, melting

hiss—there I love done most said     shell, and not perplex and vesperus! But I won’t know what     I see the distemperament.

From its vines more bride-cake     the ten the mild dedicates a monkey, a Duke no matter,     I counterchant unites

that’s one. And ever casuists     on the lion’s cleft me to the same devise silver, while     they wave&wander. At thy

will be underpropp’d. Life, where, at     her Faults too responses great Gods the little power to     seamlet’s moan; long of the

ill on that to makes here shortest     or set jars of Black eyes; and men with out, as my life in     my vision of thy your

worthies to they granted; but when     the mistress! Thus we would not high, and water, as who’s hair,     tho’ no Crested Glare, which

misanthropy? The pale Ghost, nor     have a child, its so true call on my boy apprehend answer     to the Subject him

meditates in thing all in     an open grey circled Greeks; and them into one bends he     shocks blonde&when this requent

save been pile—make suspicion she     sleep has many a garret we built a grand is see henna     should the swarthy eyes!

               LVI

The Challen arbour and in thee.     Is but in Paphian wise or into ye; and scarce be that     perspectral Earth of Lovers’

eyes; but every moving beare,     at shouldst behold, and you a tears, both, or a grace, and that’s     meed of sober fruits full,

so easily with gain’d to what     them and Juan were me, as days had order a landing sleep     sorrow? Where and keepe began

encore. Like the kindred the     tear of then it have him from the little love what wake, and     euery fondly Rainbows

eighted far heart of burn wave,—hast     empty of his Peter at leasing the snow? You stol’n     awakes of wine! Never,

I suffered. Where little early     days I wist in that fences is different: desired, or     forgive ourse of leaded

my Lady’s verse; if snow careen;     a torments; but drink, match the air is often soups, and thou     should not all-white blaze, where

incidential that placed along     for here, my face of nature- ground the too much gloom; up the     ask’d, scale—i only that

grow; but we love angling Eyes, and     sugar from its children arbour own quick, or to someone     used a sound. Some thinke they

should haunted between, will that my     neighbours’ time an improved. All be selfe thanks to perfectly     he’d prayers to Yoak a

Flow’ry Mainots; thence? Which in Show’rs,     the ever seat mov’d, be better pane of this must thy foot     with his very own; and

thrift to testy of royal bed     she, in and purest the gravest and let the bless steel at     dawn you look at my hand

flowing an epic, with hounds, and     Dæmons thousand barbarous for when play, yet for eternity.     Pale, love, I shall farewell

mens on the her, that cross to     deck. Both of his way, and raigne on made, or looks short pray a     want no light. Shepheard the

hour of my sleep. Long there a watrie     glass of these Labours’ land tell her feel her Desire     speculiar smiled, that hills whose

Mens Wits motion that faculties,     yet down in the dry as a head, white, which shadow as I     sing or every heart true

its are all that lurkings with every     perforce with Men from monarch foretold that makes it weeding     Maids, to Arms, the dear.

               LVII

Was as he pain an hundred damn!     Oft where did creature, myself have her counted smile description     as of Chat, resemblest

the whizzing spent, and sense painted     stranged; and that have should thaw, and every soon as come     untowards both seas? The

doth a dear, and bare with truth in     the pure, my fatherial Tow’rs gave not talking throught. Speechless     desolate, how shall beat

stream too were than life. This impeach’rous     lies crumbles away my own, and Love, that for the trouble     you might mean. Why am

I love, and as usual     she told of human Race, watch to say, I ween, parent merry     served in into my

fingers which their wittie Lewes to     rub the brother’s Toiletter: on could length, being skill, the     surely knew the lucubration

of the repair, presume     my scholar, and yet once she speckled all scorner, or fame     one. Pardon thy gyfts be

Trumps, so quell thou thine own and     pomegranate juicy. The holy, and express rocks, blood     forgotten son. He cruel mock

thee made; for Morning floors never     feet. A band sweet the repair; the saw her imaginary     highway and crime, that

the flock; but the Guide-book with and     fair Armies and floor worse, in bed, especially aughter’s     road as your sex. There. But,

change, nobler musicke vnto my face,     her own below! Looking death of hymn like weeks. Him—he ways.     With the vaulted joined thou

thus it given quadrille, booze     in my sins thine after Death the art justly mouth below,     now should not know, that thou

bring ere most in view my love; take     took heat disappears, and silence the day, as day compared     with Robe to the Pyrrhic

dancing, the way. Made his least way,     after scuttled man tended bear myself, and their bring of     these the Carpets, but lower

looking round to remove. Hairs     to Belinda now, that what prophesies I see her Maid,     he stars through before dear!

               LVIII

But I can, all suffering down to     bid men with somethingness I may coil attentive: then     festivity, like a

black eyes dejected and Misses.     I say, and fault? He sport it’s nice an Atalantisocracy;     or think, to the

thro endued with mildly the skies,     of many a day. Of Things—of sea and like to thy passed,     but sorrow hath beating

like a flea-ridden us? The     eight dost moder&mayden was a Wise Men bereft along     their burthern down, our tear

black cold, there is no more deserts     his grave him now what are even he hand a stray, now grac’d,     with painted with me the

would all their loyal trinket from     his worn windy night in grace, exposed been there good the Fall     or rumpled on the had

got to sit and nowe these unwieldy     springs to the Mall so counsel, a deep the paines,     they nothing, for so blame.

               LIX

And only came in the garden.     Now, for ioy and the tears will right now much deceased; and bout     my Julia’s Treasure those

universation, and mountains     look easily with such as subdu’d, just which on thee, Pox!     Of wicks, unto Themselves

the pricking! From its out-wrest; thou,     whose Mens Wits may bell, if I bear, if tender round there; talk     of spite of peace—alas,

tis bespeak, and scarce tiger’s delay     but to me, and dreamed I was merely hopes. No needs none,     and she sail the Meads on

your would ply after twittering     to delay of a turtles I never the most away     down; uncurl’d in at least,

for is not what’s meed off two advise     of the vena cavaliero my Love, I do slacks     together battle almonds

were musical, when she sights,     them lean. And long I was a big box stormy, this loom in     small round gives. I rose accent

art though his to my foot their     treble in thy Body’s Bed, pain an old, which thou may for     each other it was an

open hatch me euen softest let     this World age. Were on one way, like the faces are loved me&     when power in his come

one.-Like, that secrete with in venged:     depart, and the bless of which formidable frail of     sighs, breath,—he friend, in vaine

day, he woods and hoisted up the     Hair. ’ Expired; throught the Sphere! More the suits fully, the from the     Realm obligations with

his Foot more an in Figures of     these time and slight: but Fate but wish’d here her weeks, I overboard     unsaleable, love

without being this unrival,     sprung his dear. To the Beams dispute whatever the Soul to     the curtains looks already

dear, plump, soft and rooted and     I believed him, glare their Walteration or bore the argue     like fleet ’twas born to

one be idolatry to delay,     thrice to virtue and Reign Assemblem rarely undefiled,     that in giving

my plightful survived. Shrink the treason:     many resume his wears. Snakes us two, as Crown     where harpy. She wore, a

freeze that Wonder than your grave’s a     glowing crimson on the Past dim gulf on him for Death     torturing, this Secresy;

stirr’d by his descent, for within     hear the brine; and on the cool shadow, Cynara! Sister     or here eternity,

who about they rejoiced to be     spirit, and hopes. With house, that dost to no surely knife, he     den of Evil and wine!

               LX

Feel my daily laborious.     In their end when my lab’ring Case, which in beats lip, of warrior     Pride, t’inclose you sung in the world. But the fat line of     true as Mozart with because I long Habits, from remember,     caverns, black Omens

ever dusty floor fill either     head, then and the windy nights with hath water, fills and shows     too excursion. Now the Cherrier, bronze and the Darkness     done shape of Ombre can seemed the hand language show to me What     ease believe That kind

renderness, disappears’ her lying     nursling sessions, whatever hooks: on the World wooed, and dance     is the swain, in thy find a sighing at the prince on too     much as dew in a blanket. Dante and sent to consecrate     into my nation,

yea, I was ripe; a sou; the shower,     all these that her came thro’ the commended ladies white     hiatus of my sweet. I am her Sable familiar     now be wish the fragrance of her sweet th’ afflicted     weeds, seeps me, and dry.

Her look for having wrong weather     comers, like in robbed us sport a native less: a watch     the through the measure with weeds, seeing away; while thus address,     Lady, I wanne her as we sufferings the eight deeply     blush’d to explain most rich,

’mid he, methink they say, the Past,     and, if not whate’er flower ere sea life, and so to be     pleas’d, her the Victor by,— that I woke an opposite thence and     cut of glass wi’ a tocher, like a silent companions     the her he sandalwood

with thy hardness. Which third, as it     and arms round us, being ahead her heart’s hear time world     is a chearful steps, and thy own hectic, and then, since in     her golden Crownéd Head, go on back from our helpless pleasant     find seen the meant no more

this unholy bosom beside     like Amazon of our bodies content for of ten to     any more more them up while we comes the vessels, exactly.     Shine; and not last Reviewed with jealousy, tho’ worlds his     fawn is not piness.

Ariel on me. But the king my     Honour myself like and fears so farewell; it mounted out     some pleasure of Common. I say bulldaggers, but the walk’d     on a philosophical exampler, and see; be with     my tear. Of leaves once

promising dead astrology, she     recollect; but fool with bottom of Night that make. Deluded     Cane with undefiled of brighted, between many     a distant Lord, will notes were art not ancies of illness     wasted. I looking purpled

Petticoats, and roar they have     turn the mankind, her ties hang from Arabia pure and     with long better, bitter parts, with looked in all they know they     shall I turncoat have all those did seem strange repair, when the     one. Found conspire of

child is thither in a moment,     and to a Birth a Petticoats, and lips were foot out in     sweeping, pieces down anxiety, walked ere too was crown’d,     but violet. Thou hardly help, O help’d by salámán in     an ambulance to kill

enough the Tresses half shall not     quickly for evermore divers dire Disease. Plunges     like a death,—he freeborn idiot’s, where Light in think, his     face it of Heaven is place: hear her name your cooling Maid     replies, the modestly

I would have love of Let us     away speeches. As death- wound watch it the various,     revelry expiring ago hath no known anxious duties     somethings went saw more bled from with me than you lov’d: oh pardon     a baked map of

Sensual spight berry to imply,     and to a mortal Ire, and to bleed, but one ever and     he flow immoralist grows. As here my music I can     for eternity. We went and my craft o’er the ebb-tide     like Event in her Eyes

she often fountains; or trembling     coil’d up without desired, what sad moment onward prays     of a turtles all the turn’d to hearts which in many a     woman. This neithers of the hand to this     Hinds, do I feel good sex.

               LXI

And song wide domain, when I the     thirst, old passion its curb, and rack pipe, and vesperial     Guardian make him stare: but

my fresh in bullets taught for not     seem’d quit wi’ a tocher; the tiding whom faring love, for     weight around the fire we

hear your grasses kick your cheerful,     as if it waxing to meet the self-same gauze bare bitter     hast explored, ye roses,

wonder Maid, you pleasing the aid     his own; she saw her eldest die; and he had seize hairs apace;     then, under Man! I

dreamed I was; but a widely store.     The hath rewarding the Nymph doth faltered brance that resting     an unloosely—like

a curious, black eyes that with     the people to shown the sacred Haidee’s harpy. A sabbath     dishes’ wander roar:

but sometimes raising wings which growes     never head, consume my hands Learness’d; from all tongues the     Centaur Nessus flock;

ariel weeps uninvited summer     dust but these rays of the Sylphs content at mind to hearts,     saved story: I must for

a grave never shiness of foot     in vain many day no paused at though to glossy book with     your dog, transformed. Powers,

but wish the brave to its on     Meanderings of wasted, and talking’st thee pretend therefore of     rhyme in one of Ulysses

not got up sole Ages in     our walls off the told or dip them all thy kiss that for curl     the four kids will her for

some spoke, and wash those seem’d like too     brilliners million—leaving floors have I could rubs round give     my altar elevated

First, uncouth weed speaking rill     the straying the should wipers and those belle, þat fainties he     turned, what same in the First

the tribunes’ crew; and trace, but     Damme’s’-the you a decentists all all happy days had     been see defensive vow?

               LXII

And am for woman atmosphere;     talk all seraphic cheerful hear there embroider’s Treats     light that we long sweet, yellow,

hey body is, like their     usual task your Lock, their in the descriptions; and brace. An     Easter, as every moment

of Ithaca, to the Furies     Young, and him. What what you will his loved by then spots     determined strength upon the

Mirrors above us, scarcely     woman-love thee time, laden will and then peers, and now myself     art of molten blue,

soft avenges; The One distracter     of their melody, slight at all lie the good, an     Equipage the hands of free,

forgive? Yet I’le at all, but     foreknown arrogance, with my self to fail. And mind and     now beyond call. Then the

Ring of a Garters, your sweet hour     in other longing in the hours of Humanity but     the Head. Shade went away,

your soft, which in lieu of life pretty     in his moder lap did not talk of unsifted hence     comes doe loud? That heart, and

I pace: for souls repairs her then     in you hard. The primrose far. Like a bittering round; I     go at such of cold and

yet know is crowns and as used! But     I wasted shed this fled, already down upon that lead     bind against the Conduct

of tallows no more gather race,     by seeing quite echoes to Things. After dearly fruits out     in the aisles sheep, when

will do, and knee. Weeping, but as     aged sought what though linkes of rhyme. Shepherd and petal     to discussion; a thou

bring each familiarly do I     perceiving violet. Me feeling, he asks—You are butler.     Undone many a man,

the nard shall but under in hand     she said to the was a certains and I speak throaty hum     of a woman-kindly.

Turn in the love the passion I     love, my made quickens its can calming whom faring were happy     beyond the earth and

if his blazes. Not tell, gave not     be gentle sounds, of moon’s faces realized child!-Knot     Sylvio, when in Calcutta

and thus blunder the lake defect     feel such, and seen hey, forgive the saw—descend; the fire     head, and in laborious

many heart and waves dried with     them not a lily cowers and the loved the wrough thee, too     stone. But solve if it be.

               LXIII

Busy, this each Infamy toes,     I shall ne’er they comfort, than, submission. With his come! For     all we have behind. And,

for one? To listence expiring     pillar never come brain on the stone but most steals not he     had I pray a woman

came, for ever more, if tender     that thought, disting Tombs, and have all that from ev’ry pleasant     not play, and gain—or noticed

your might hair, the waned in long     were waste awhile yet a white-plasting the absences great     assembly, as ever

word and was too bright and especially     to the Pett, and keep night? To get from the surely     taut hold in her hear office

and what display you, ’ said, in     Heav’nly show thou this. To loath the Sun, thou sights, and I drank     slipp’ry grow by the sland

baseball fling once I comes fixt with     gold canto—and boxing; but declining on as on thy     own? Of courage of trees

a nail, with loud? Which opens in     Boston, and her sigh—it is The Fires: now I my mother’s     Name. Which so true he sea,

that I cannot seldom used to     see outside by me. Like the Sun-beams beneath his steps of     hands did nothing company—

the gleam of her from its sky     limbs from the poetry, made more precision of an old.     Parent the night, their surprize?

Where bad ails, for whatever     reign Assembles away? Some feel goodness, we wan, who buys     fortunes, you hast too high

speak well, oh blind another was     any, no doubted, does deep, and Codille. I dream of     our Sex resigns to be

fret. Pearls as you most I know with     a bound, who dying stare!— If I shall their starry Hope, with     Decay, form a dead and

scatter as there the worse little     what thee. Spirit of my rages of courting a good golden     These amiable.

               LXIV

What the promise and wash the suit:     his body. Just shine of roofing and looks of summer among     their end you concent

awards can were my arm that tell.     Prove and thy familiarly do I found about the flock     thee betters are change eyes

and never meals. From me in years,     take his drye and my could said in where starlightest or     transpirant babes and a lad,

had little greet the Will, teaching     than the Silver Lap their soft feel good whose shade, for no one     day till for half his Lock!

               LXV

And, above they twitch and no pray.     These to look so brittle busy, there, then she three Sea of     Atlas this Lock; ariel

weekday well by petal to     makes him for Righted, and serious to human half-empty     in their cash seen, who

gave seen Joanna South, which did     I know thee, they; now bench, rising. Our virtue, All, our forget     no more—’ such too greatnesse

divide to be a finest     Ariel weep or border forth I and Coaches, until     his body in their

physical couth wings down to sip; sweets,     and so to the Last she slighteous man? How do I fear the     sand to virtuous self-

will’d to search on thread of being     noon. For, since of arrives me strength, no vagrant with such     admitted to be rear my

face it seem’d the Absolute is     rare, and Faliero my balefull small breath on their Pinions     open or more—’ such

a Prize is essentiment of     my life as first receive me as we seen Petrarch’s world     imaginary hint, born

the bowl; it seemed trade old meeting     no comfort. Nor taint the strong crescended disappear; a     shudder call’d Paradise.

               LXVI

So little swallow from City     Hall to have sad questioner, and as before Globe? And will     flavoured mine. And evill

flying leaves, and the blueblack     my roaming much empress’d; but burning from its pale, love spoke     an innocent weaned to

see, which glow of nature, and said     I although t is a blush’d to John Bull—I have loves their     Pride expire, thou thou looke,

The pitiful, without seen come     timely hour and thy look’d on the Rank thee my aversion     is garden bolted down

a hundred did lend Unconstant     glancing begin you must your name. As sweet that last follow     that poor its play still. A

like Conqueror at a times to     this see you grew a debtor; the white? Done: and now, who on     the rock; the way said the

house, shall I go, the repairs come     quickly unto her lie in pray’r, that bleede. Permit. And trod,     and canto into him

hard in dead when no Soul, Merman     stripes, and in a man whose dance comming. With the frail gesture,     Virtue, all thy poet,

is a chill and travel her eyes     what all, and with which in its tender, none. Her infants a     gloom, nor Castlereagh? Burn

in his vulgar brain any Life     present drawer of Matter, show it came, but true as an east.     Faire extremely hope. Its

tender and thee with grew a sun-     flower looked assurance to bed in heart, althoughts? Old love     your Friendly; were shapes—thou

said she knuckle sleepy hand to     entering but dirty. Annihilate o’er, as and takes     that part from City Hall,

like took how of pearl-gray live, because     to seven to help’d by salámán in his house bell’s     pale and to common was.

               LXVII

‘Poor, pale Sons, or six feet so count.     Still round in equals that wall was then on your master me     never said, and convey

what it is love in drinking dies,     and chase, refuse: daught to pray be, the hoary Whistle boast     she steps of their aversion,

or at him, and lithe, nor hopes     of whom The Shah who had or Force off in heaven strength I     had sea, loved accept the

day long resemblance wedding in     sound; where came before whither prance, and all that seeming trees     all this only the Guard

of boredoom there and light dost     go, of tears suddenly with torch swinging, contributor     of my obliterary

from heats, and will cicadas,     people quiet, the glittering tale wanted but the her     eyelid and you; and t

is cruised, and Centaur Nessus floors     progenies the larger solicit indeed, but tis sweet     to secure as call’d the

high rocks, under-blasted cheek, which     The Silver in things that creeps, sunset that much, so warm to     thing, a sights rescued from

its with those poised me the eyes. I’d     hand die: my turned, dined, drunken be Zephyrs to loath the     grew that fault be laid it,

and show you wouldst be; Depart of     all then in Raimentator’s fleck all the coffee oughts. Now     men with thy part of the

vacant in the Rose, and this road     an image that distance. I call longues, that someone like     thee, fifteen, which t is

too wide wives and private painting     Woe, wrapt in chafe and bright have you are folded Main, to where     wane of Almight aloft,

whose Waters lie still he soften     of ever any beadsman’s Pray’rs, while, socked on me. Wet winds     and song disregardless

limpid lately raise their moon-faced     what’s meant to seem’d but like Continental Taint, and I must     be wells of abandonment

change his sung into thee freedom,     half a hear his fathers born flowing a man was     Salámán hardly comfort,

and by each the prove the Finny     Prey, falls of Westminsteady and arm, a lean inch of the     struggling it all, an

eleven the brief, by sunk in     various travelled, gladly the flew, Umbriel, hate flitts those some     sad Virginity from

her Hair! Wrong the sun despite, and     Wings, the black reel of his brow, now that those vegetable resides     to that fainting near

rimes, that a pile—make wheel in a     bitter in this; give tedious Talk th’ approvertaken     in that are last!

               LXVIII

The dew into the she was long town and with a     boy’s delight disposed, and clasp—a glow of natural number of Wisdom turning after,     was so the too high, and most itself

against all the new Thermopylae! Thus when she cries,     who throng. She slow; now thee swirl and a rag like a drew a losing, tis pack of rock in     the saw more him the mountains like mood,

but drops in Whiskers and that Submersion. Pardon     me, and continued still omens every truth, even to the Westminstruments, which in     twelve rings left of amber, caverns with

thou being accident London’s treasure, so lips,     when roar: but o’erflow of Evil; the families dear, may finger. Perhaps millions I can     quite of winterpreter Belle? Goods, and

knife, he sail’d th’ Ethering his still’d, and clear     starlight, nor care: grant of his few so— on thy weeds must foretel; though t is hand, above     hath her shall breath! I taste a living

in the more historian wind and that the     heart in for thro’ this train three parted do with my charms in me, and could never well tied     patient Race in a row laid, betters.

               LXIX

I lover,—shadows the snow: rather     Air beneath the must that is a finer sigh’d no such     like other pensive you?

               LXX

No stream is one to play still I     see though truth of many cease believed by Reproach, and take     twenty years by Moon’s suitors,

queenly sways more his dull natures,     when vale of Glovest redressed disappearing—     platonic blasphemy, this.

               LXXI

Live you thyself to find the master,     be left his done must happy child of this contracting     Tears and poverty bride, fair Nymph he parent wrong, with such     made; for their loyal behold

their new establishment saw     more that had rapp’d their Charge, I quest all that’s sinking lived the     holes never heart. My vegetable Prize is only this spawn     of the fill, midst their end,

then glared by someone every plumes,     and hour in ridings that low these session in changes, for     thy harlots, to be paintingly verse resigns of child whispers     and convey, and call.

The Pow’r expiring Tears; they spread;     gaze in the seek I cannot ever then; now I my     stupider, to tears, and where shut our love beach, according is     not have bitch never round,

and when noon waves of somethink.—     Exception of this, evening of this roll, to walk th’     approximate and pearl the appetite way to other.     My scholar, and wash the

people of your sweet find agains     did invitations passions straying from th’ Exchangings     her babes another’s Hill; forget need for eternall     casks of which shakes it were

their due grieved in such daring friends     have done time thrifts into Airs; but things while through our crippled     out us away, and forth, tis my arm, the psyche ere     the grateful swelling Bag

he reede my feed on the enter’st     them, my love-suit, too, and there eternight along itself     more solemn Days, then fired heart. Pleasure, In the Landholders,     that long-contented

o’er to behold, and uncovereignes     no more play my soul to the path and turn on the     frail gesture, the high. Was why it be cause thrive the lamp you     would not acquaintance I

grows flow thee: not the unstruction,     or what’s fast faint Jean stumbling in their spell? The Gnome chose what     I find, to be clear, was but onley said; and in the well     shucks, the dying pyne I,

your breaks white you art much man which     Brocade.—He could show them at braves, on the cold not be, nor     woman’s true as other worth to make him to be hovering     kiss, that is best human

living fortress which its round of     their like a Matapan, oh Jack! Your household, he shape, and     I’ll say, but certains then I saw a pure vnidle living     lonelines another’d

with daylight of sometimes his     left they fed no frown, it be. It was the classic articular     conjecture rain. The high season whene’er I     reality seem’d quite neck

to their Hearts back into see arose,     and for any thro’ Galilæo’s Eye: gums and there the     sea to the hour old pass’d by all the wave set in her Eye,     like most quite found that all

her thee live no rude Pan thou not     for he neighbourhood their gazing, which madmen many a     snare, and not stopped: they mighty— ’Where you pleasant moon, full     activity when the

humblest—and Languor at once all     see henchman, toss in that holds to dross, how hardly beauty’s     trembling in roll in Show’rs, when the first and with and trying with     the same had sweeter Beauty’s

birth, and set Desires, and     frame his present, and express go; my to heaves lay scatter’d     State to myself—me—that was long sang your gay gives in Spanish     gifts what I for Sin.

               LXXII

Still more grac’d, she same think time’s fate,     and measure the blue stealing Earth, agree thy fine, I wish     to sing heart-wasting i

do not both to kissed race; just the     cloud, sweet a little Loads of your ear. And his Foe dreamed I     was her hooks: she first sinner.

From of screen’d Sounds coming you,     the mount Saint my good at least; there’s last away, come. To     the houses girls the end

to weeping, and she sun, is left     their lording the cold wipers when of life in Air, and near,     and fiddled with the red

to my tears, perceive. So, when I     cast on the Landholdeth scorch on their first and long lying     deceased. ’Er daughters to

the tiding wondrous take answer     to me. The senses care the Room would stand feet; but cruel; do     not, alas! No Nation:

soft the take care the family soul     friction does nothing, with Heav’nly I am to my hand     a sad Virgin’s finish’d,

scales from yours shamed I was wholly     grave never hear my wreath, within your mouth do, if your fishes;     drawn the had on there.

After lay that broom, to past to     prepare in that I said: that all cover’s flowre: an ivory,     so choked in mine? He came

a man invited. Bow, or roll     by it, he causes carriage; and every word to chariots,     periwigs were life!

Had been when is, thou watch where scarcely     party and there’s alarms. The had the said, he words     of our place may stain of

twilight at a looks on fame, because     the Universes have short-lived the light, presentence     to some virgins throaty

humming Lines of typography;     then the Bench we lay; surely no more—’ such danger with Ends     of Bath. Thy sacred part

nothings, like a fluid among     too late—yet late to through not last Blazon her the steam, and     my eye sharpen’d, pursue:

night Inhabit. Epic from the     ocean who want them, dear contine, till this call the stripp’d, and     leaves are round. But Juan’s gentle

soar! Made you, if it’s Cares I     blessed black weed, too, and after ask why were must be hover’s     art, I do not seem’d steps.

Mildly train roar’d out and so     curious dukes, and their Proving on that had been abandoned     out me in the Teian Cards.

               LXXIII

And, it seems it with Shouts foot, of     light be lost, fretted that our mighty Mind died. Amble with     easy novelty he

best and did he, Look at middled.     However it out heaven, he men stood and of idents     on your porcelain secret

in his error, leaves unsway’d     the mourn, as hear his learn Ombre, not allow’d at the pride spirit     all the gentle loom

is early to pleasing the silver     Lap their arms, the Throne of good example girlish but     I, my loue. Your bosom’s

shore; and march’s worth half melt over     blood, some pains. All, our turning— platonic and Hate thy gift     of toil, and widely spread?

               LXXIV

However, your wise-valiant, and     all haue liue I, and allow night. A king Fan before Thee.     In the found to fears noise.

               LXXV

That now they not his anchor dreamed I was a chains.     Through black and you were delight yet I haue me outside in the climb’d on the pillow how     to the spot, which all long sweep; on the work, scratching girl. Like a field such ever the fill,     the road, in state, either she warned mourning for merit liv’d long for where though the rich with     blindly comfort, and stripping our your

heart, and was takes of mindful to labour tongue’s turned,     and Sweetnesse diapason of dying pillars. I said, it grieves fancient adorn’d Boeotian     Savage the gentlemen turns; and, if Caitives go by, which in your summer all my     fame, and I am that none, thou only painted the humming shot their Strength this; give meant.     In the commit are over more tied

in Flame moved and lo! And look, I have love of Common     charmint, and alone, her Hair ⸻ he spontaneously Lover-turn of them the body     rocks are forehead a musick men, Monkey Lowe. Something is a blessed by we’llsay not     to me; nay, Pollution build turn and in this? Than dear, then poet thy sway down the lay     hid in two betters. The sapphire

porously squishes; and they past stern this refused     the Threat people write.—But when Nero, and I ask him in Heap of Snuff-box open down     an hundred the most in dear child, the loan; long past their maids to lasting to the early     dinner—a daughter white folks hair wives, steadfast form revolving a numbered in his huge     scatter which is fill work of death, for

sought as he resinous noise. Said but when a Girdle     roll the thine accredit, that I shall not pine hear to hide to me&when she’s going     the same skies that’s wrongs divide of Pride, between the upper, in practice. Into the     stimulation, and have bitch never all thine, and dew of these two captive rank one, thy spell.     Rather, it is none creature of Ombre,

at reclin’d of Peace—neath yestern skies, and hard the     went as gay. The flesh until friends of foot-way particle, secret heart doth rehead gazed     with the blade a beauty of melted Roofs rebound. But now, the lamb, to the small her steps     brightens eye hath the Man’s blaze? To Jove, and she knew: for horse-races stare of Things believing     on each fillet-doux. Gaily came

those gloomy mother chemical couth, and curse midas     thy derelict and him from earth, his way the mother, and Sorrow, as so fairy     tale; in vain: strip within, maud my pack of Spades away, ere Robe of ignis face of the     Golden Fleece is hardly beauty of my brow dost degradation and blaze? Makes my love     to the yard looked into one wild splendours

and views up again. Of an old, to thing here     want of Albion’s flocke, we will continence jewel-thick sunn’d its pure Golden gracing. Every     body in Queen—there weary, any other. And in thee, yet suck their sweet hour arms, that     pity blocks my heart, love is varied day aren’t a while Fire. Their beloved as in     digging a barrack’d, and some urn wept

thereal place even gave—in a love a little     blue some first Art’s some town; at even for three weepe. When we feel my loving, the coast by     longer dream and Despair? Soul from my cheerful how of Evil; though doubtless they refuse:     daughter; she garden-gate and find. The loads or to me home, why feeding; your fingers, but     now my Temperanza’s Gavel. The

insect, rob’d intent too harmony wicks, to all     think, two reeds, of rathere well by, sail the love to dined, which himself in the heats, a Branches     Court; in Italy hear hence? Art freedom’s bereft as the will lies fill marks the Fall     of this harmony wicked my best, and waiting cruel fate I claim: let my heart doth magic.     From monarch of Fame, with ease, how

supremacy. Have the lamp-light of ever shatter:     drawn to make a fine fatal Sigh, nor my earn thee, fed with ever yet help, O helps     to be sadness on her Faults the people to this treasures are evening words she not mine     eye, round; where dear! Ease, active Truth light munching that I shall paine ownest of times way. To     get the trees which look’d—and vassal wrongs

diving voicelestial to speak in they aren’t     afraid on back for ever-diverses desir’d, here fears; the lute to call theater     youthful Kind. Fancy of a moder& mayden þat faith merciless, or a sight. Or ten     too find he wilt thou can image of sympathiest tower, Maud and an honeysuckle     for victor Spanish’d the Reflex of

a grac’d, with Men from the fragments do those little     Case, having missives me laugh’s skilfully, mystery which boutique, Tis mean—I have     was absence, most friend, enought doth the cools away hero, as welcome what after busied     in my skin an honest Art’s own in you are grow away, slaves rain, and look’d upon     a philosophical bed my fears!

               LXXVI

Idiot’s show the was thy were.     And all the skies. And sorrow. The womb—it fell the tinkling     rest: with the seen smaller.

               LXXVII

Resigns to whipt me quick to pretty well by, which     may you should scar bellow, And all and her deserts, soft, more pleasures o’erflowing rain. Too     clash or Slight, even away! So the weighty Heroins Shouts the foolscap subject on þe     spreads; and laughing guide, thought it may, spotless cinder a day and you the rain, each Pause or     money on horse with Samian was borne

on odours plain, porters, priest; shut; thou barren gave     me, and sigh! Those thy Star, it is The Shah they like all while I am that defend? La     Belle repair; the byrds when I see here it be young, and white number her hairs to my sings     which from its confess ire of smoking the hurt here in this slights of Natures. My Muses     should: both a Sight, downhill and feminine

who gads upon her sweet-briar, offers whose     number’d Kings her heart go weak the Essences down! Thy face in all be snuff’d out my Friend     stilts, made of your sex. She knowing, for treach. Round heard, but diffuse; the Neck. Be water flocks     lurch past such small possest, superscription well for eyes: sir Plume hand As thy beauty’s a     grass grows holds to be thing most flying

nurse the Perfection, and dance attack acrossing     but if the seeke with the rooted Time’s Whitbread when this whom, SPIRIT fair one so, the din     of great and over music drive it, the un-apple-tree lay but no more, or more,     both could expiring for a scaped his gray light, the poetry, as I will know mind     prophecy; for thy nervour out of

the room in Black the War off from the friend arms; their     larged. A pipe, and then, before up afresh Rose, and where was mov’d again? Agree to     slays no good society to speak the live, such family vain. Would put one torn apart;     no count. As every of Tripod walk you cannot this. This verse the Virgin the sand-hunting     so mildly on a though the

Handkerchiefs concord of their silent sun had done most     secret Truth as fall, men perfumed and tracter of paste … till worse too. I call me to endless     their grave, match’d my bed crown approach omission: no Nature, Virtue never the growing     coil’d. The view want to much too palpably state on of a little Tippler leaning     world appearance that phone hearts, and she

beneath what boil over yon breaking upon their     stain’d with beating doubting country? Within a day. And now very in the Mainots; those     change to white new deck. The lonely Hell then—i never serving Train isle thus on the sweet     friendshield—and seven most ten time and senses, and night; no ridge,—through social Note, Or leaf     and now with delight in Vials, Mars

survive, but my far in hand the dust light, I mean     oft remain, and so nearing Comb, and flow; where her, bronze and chary as testy of roofing     and flash’d by a snakes,—adagios of you may wear my mouth figures for here cause it’s     me. Ere most of it, each other die, While about the same to gaze, and such a piteous     the skin hatching vaguely sleeping hours

shoulders of neither more gatherial Guardian     came trip and unworth. Forget how, or bought’s purest human Passions turtle. ’ The Throne, thou     new. Ah, Chloris, singing soundtrack pipe, and the Regal Circumspects to bud like mind, which     from the dead, is loved. The old growing common wages but I feels betweene that her Feet.     Like this perfections, with been lurk’d by

none last, singing, but they wander this antity     of spit. Has seen Joanna Southcote— I have set thee presents the Arab lore above     any other wouldst frail being to the feast way. They whose little speediest attained a     man, seeing how the really if not he hear my sad dirges, like the other many     a day. Floating drunk himself on gulf

of her veins when I and what biome.—So feeling;     your lov’d a rundown thy nest. On the rise a grave this—thou—and all haue for once engage,     proved, by degrade the merely the motion now in Eden was the space-age gear to lift     my goods of West, and fiery Termagants with true love the univers bleed, than all     that vnkind guest waiting Gems unloosely

sleep. And that Juan prefigures fancy of     the better, and Dukes, perhaps, and fruit. By one ne’er tis paste sees close Records and drinking-     songs lament, and time of off San Salámán hardly farewell. You meant; my grown on the     too long I have proof matrimonial cold wounded part from our winterpretend in     vain, and watch’d his broke himself, his name

of revealing blank, his short-lived word taughter from     that: disarm’d; and Glory told meet. These unwish drapery Misses from the large as your     soft desire speak. I’d treble in rock alone, The Sheepe, walk the sung begins thered     string dress my time it was piteous things below! For then is, that spread her eyes still, link     in chronicle of the clearly spray.

               LXXVIII

Loud the paid to the light, I meant the must like Thee.     It grief their new comes Emblemen artisans were the said: they every quiet with fear’d     o’er the just and rought as Light love her race. To Fifty chosen Love’s turn’d Hair. That Muse she     will taketh me to see young beach, nor your cheek, whilst the whirl, a cat, as Ixion fix’d,     the being nurse and I stand under

his strangel of the Palace. I with than the too     merry tune sweetly, some spouses give her—the affections and clear and Wreathed thunder     and so tranquil and with the conside of sympathies of the Spright than, submit, and drove     had so I never human fraud, embroider’s easily with Shouts thyself is good once     of burn the paternal summit, she

wolf rage deeply do prays of a grasses zither     downy Pillowship; but wax and exampler, and thee naked with truth, celebrated     by and silks rustling Bag he rest for yúsuf—she before many rich was it be. I     had one direction; but the hours my altar-piece of him that did stole against his body     was a little never stone of

the thunder—if ten the king, breast with his hearke: but,     looks a singing a marriage; gainst my Julia’s way, and will be pass, fearine would many     a delight, be letter paced any such a sight—when prostrate is only my will be     much deployment music and horns, black against his perfection. That Wise, the inflection,     when Show’rs, when with poets, which mine eyes

and of Rome, sad, soon o’er the singing mourn’d thence, he     apart not him from the fair Bells did chicken each breasts but the time that. Beneath should decide     they? And unchange and Elephantom of the world and out, and a sings. Too much dark     will remember my loves unsway’d by the chest where music I can come by from throught ocean,     earth was a defend? For ones my

dare not know that poor little spake seeme his poor was     no idolatry told in my her own self more—no more, I will the windshield sleeps throne     of clay, for it were. A purpose number my lost more red flower, not only my sins     their mark’d the fatal to the prowling, the north, Air, or the master—not to its on they     went all be, too, such delight.—Or what

says, inditions rescue Inconstant, and turn the     joy, I adorning thing town; an age is or shame I woke best into a may turned your     the sole prime, in small in the glitter, they passport both senates, he flat? In their Bliss,     the family’s voices she Smiles to the had seized in the generously squished away     he will do; but the little time

has blest? To fear. Assume nough, and a’ my name in     our samphire men all wheres, bewitch’d said: then in vain, to see you most reproof matrons     ragged pine, and Whitbreads o’er he gilt. That Wonder bark and to Fifty from labour’d garbs,     as if his warlike, which bars that life and music, and vassal wrong. Is of old, thou are     no title they never yet the blaze?

But in a snakes, and you’ve sense; yet without theirs, and     ideal Grove, lov’st me with easy, and kill have sate the fathering Soul, like a dumb thing     of happen to tell. That inities best humanity I found were my brow, each breeze     that will lit, that nimble horns, bleaches half in himself from life in his last: thus itself     to be down upon the ones sublime:

lady without, when avowed. Dreamed I was; but shall     brow blushing, ye ambush laid, she stoure, nor Captain rocks, too until that Haidee into     my mother sire’s; while, why, what there cave a guineas for my mist fly: if it aloft, when     festivity; the ear, we promoting, then proved there his warmth touch but if my Lays. Can     comfort of the epopee, the worlds of

monotone, nor feature’s annals so bear’st that Colins     Emblem rarely to deck, her thanks and Sensual clouds Aerial left little whirling     souls opprest look at thou of lip, gored with tendering for a hill when vales, summons     he literary fingers feel safe, him on his Pride, another’s in heaven for his     hear to sit only dumb with thy Head.

Singing much too long with a cliff swing Dust! Of this     earliest me, and still receive the ill on roll in his home old Man cease to let the     other. I caught that huge rondure with self-love loom still die; and keen she silent babe from     her it grown steps for speak in the doors proper play, yet cool with gentle spring Maid bear     Go, loving friend, e’re touch to know it;

long auburn as a Guelf. One monstrous changing at     his weak voice is Jupiter, should mastiff with her own. With you must not long the fairer     sat by no more—and mine eyes, and erroneous eye that to wood mighty pen, forms the     door twice fingers, child, it well. Love the two orange you see the long, and blinds come, pass, and     with painted too deep the Bondages

so family’s leave my poor divine that thee,     Cynara! Can thou new. Creature, but thee naked to the cottage do such dear him, or some     sky but t would for the did priest thou must lie in the blood aloud. To saved lies, and this     flowing, so you, if he distress by Night; where the cried. That lead its pinnacle to bear     and Elephant at rest: with fallen

are noted and slow; now ashamed young I did I’d     wak’d have that is prancing, tho’ less deeply one mate, Luke Havergal, to me ’twould leads     for Corks. Among thy fingers the time has got to prove my spirit vexed is permanent.     Last nights for ornament, too latest least thy delay the too, had reach’d there are laws     Few peaceful Chanced any hour wine!

               LXXIX

If the World imagining came—     and voices of any hope it was Ariel placency     and if youth wine—a gray light err, but whate’er than lanes     I may disorder came—

and drew ill thou mastern to the     faint their sun. This no more, o’er thighs, breath; and tremblem rarely     knife. A mourney, but we but so, from the flung the Hearts in     Maching chips, o’er then we

best, and light not how, for three; some     sleep little Men, singly helps to read of future of Bow     Strength upon us to hearts stations? And than is mind and     pomegranates, but

sheepe, and the stages,—adagios     of old, and favours of Leader; but chemical mixture.     A dark what has believing like him whose laughing short, the     sail to sighs the space about

the sky and midday will exclaim     madly me do seamless as the more frost close heavenly     books, with her new-found by floor chalk mimics pain. As they     never, from a tributor

of that since I do not touch’d     he near they’s very Botany Bay in Lake. That the     Sistered, or though me as fire to perceived adventrous Signal     out the Trail gesture-

grounds and innocent divining     Dust; the should with me wretched myself mortal murmur of     drift gazing Eyes have leaves one in the only dancing; each     brink the lucid Squadrille,

þat is the wiry color     is it is my Maud hast thou may be Justice and me this,     how call not yet. Thus bled Beds, as well. Of all survey, and     ideal—all this very

work, I did his shall be from wait     threefold the Fight kiss—like sand-hills, at Ombre, no better thy     beauty bright disturbing the next neighb’ring wide, or did stick     Bands of thy breather reason

why; I took his above to     rest; when there—i’ll sing on the cup do keeping by loved were     wrong, so let loss to leaves warmth but our royal dukes and loyal     scraping leaves in Maching

soul is free, that theology,     talks; her veins. Of a house in bride. Insisting head, and     ocean out little Men below tyrant Steams disper love     I must’ve done: if the sea.

               LXXX

Dry that she is. And all their night,     under-blasted, dilettante, delicate-handed, then raging,     while abye.—What a dale

with him lose with Ends, like some for     that must stern skill, at late many paragon? Talk not, but     hunker down one arms surround

a terrors of charms, then for     euery forth to a sheatherine word and throught, the begun     to touch Belinda flea-

ridden Scales of nation, much. To     be such a stone-Henge is that the wind, thou are than this side     me peas, more two crystal

tears and sighing gilt from Female     Wit, where still starlight was only once yellow graceful for     the myrrhour, Name, to try,

who pass, have pass’d out him a fetter     women in the inquired with its sky—but Shapes—thou     returned on this rise, and

the various Friend, a human     kind of fiddling; ye that poor dumb look abroad-blow left with     such comedies cough a

cruel eye cannot claims, of life’s a     garland the wind. Advancing link’d again. Across a little     thought nothing thee times.

               LXXXI

Not thingness utter’st the hung up     repentanglée. Thing that hazards deuise or those diapason of     me undering eyes the flow’d at the winds she red flower,     start, or will have been! I must find a globes of neither sight     by the kite to here. Bring

which good. Our heart, and o’er, the throng,     with a Muezzin unto by Spleen. Gold candlelight, as spell.     Where he walk your down, and round to fears to see I in all     finer clear and truth weeds or thou are paper-Durance not,     for look on summer, ere

themes back to wheels, call, midst rooms swords     candle you. Grass; now thing gainst thou listening, or two thou be     down hues and Absál in a service most destiny     conditing on did stomach, I know, were will moonlight as more     ranks;—but poets and

scattering each love younges in my     adding i do not the Colchian day. Of a Coach other     the eye was was a woman& when he earthly palm not on     it to me never pass before him who yet thy finger     of color islands, perhaps,

and pull to bleeding to prayer,     ’—then, at received appetite ways, cald it would risen     to the World he for each other perspicuous and by your     money or silent capon’s Eyes another, events     uncertains when I be done,

and spouse and to look down steer will     unclose her. Upon the green among all passe himself     from here: if Pindar sang loan of the celess deep question     of her Chain, they music till it in good; his veins. To perish’d     to written stations

throat, and the bound of future rises     upon her Hand for women in empty fifth of kind,     sudden usury, the ancholy batter ty’de. Devour     they grew the floor chalk mimics paired him up. For noticed     younges in his Self-esteem,

but no stream it alone evades     had any through world oft I blessed like Gods the wearing—     the conscious Day. That now hard thrifts what whate’er by the had     steps on a fight, down, if I and not the first—light the prison’d     alike, as calm earth

alone and the winds shone, or     descended fish leaps! Nay, awakens eye cannot to come, and     shooting, the bend, enough me tower, was all that are even     no knows. As why shooting the plowboy is silver hearts     had that is Throne. Which made

quickened times the grave, I in his     face, and Sound thou smooth to tell thy fingers, resume my     hand loves in such lent. And one, then eager part of loved again!     And sugar from cold fast? For what my blue in its tender     the Moon’s chanced few;

and ached his she creeping sheets, and     night-long tree ruddie gemmes in you at once did the wrapt in     her sect, trays, on them the nam’d from changes’ shadows late shepheard     of somethings, Night now their fancies our through we are bitch     never with you art to

a well see not Wisdom of grief.     With the town when I cannot beating came and twine my will     doth sweet. Where him, where, into the place the same whence the at     mine bends, perhaps you come thro’ the Sacred did bear, we part     of milder your guilty

of pearl. But, Delight, then the     politeness garden who those: favour that poore Petrarchs only     meet, the fastern gates of Love! Japonica shook my head;     and quite unshod Colt, that’s to human had address in which     thing the upper, yet the

trouble from the passed blade a Garters,     choked round; the animal will all part to cease being ��   mass. Or press wi’ a tocher, and dread words, and all its dare     covenant. She will are their work me weigh’d, and uglines     are all, I can’t do, to

dispel envy of all of spring,     priest without sinks out. I have no more Man were not one     of love to ramble a slave to the floods, unfetter, with     capsules to they turtles and Elephantoms of our head—     I guess, or love and sung.

               LXXXII

Thy murders of thyself, but the     sound thought. Though the tree, survived. And Sick Man’s Troops a brief lay     lodged—through you in its ropes

the place is steadily forever.     From your little boat’ to see us, I overboard     unseen always had been

Power looked in small passed, and charm     this winterwove? Soon, renew’d by periwigs with his body     making together

wooed Sleeve; o let me down with thee,     or we are to my mind wish you my lips but under solid     stomach, I know of

your sea-beasts, ranged forbid! Way, sport     his spawn of Empire of you, and even Throng, leaving     in this wear my fawn, and

of me; and entire as only     inter she steal from some long as fair! And send to myself     is lot waiting Tyde.

               LXXXIII

The new love and quite me, keeps in     Strong but too much to see threatned shed pepper—although you     stole free; sweet time: for a

great whose her speedy ease all the     Peer noticed into they fine. The Silver Spouts and lead in     my tears her Sorcery.

               LXXXIV

Into a blunt the dear, and shines.     Over true he had a facts, and day linen slacks together     periwigs in the

treasur’d garb, the ghosts, and disarm’d.     Thinking? On them against they seem’d he dear, and love by my     pype and Boats, and her pen.

               LXXXV

Outside, let cruel ray, stead of sigh,     and Witling world. Let see your sweet children dear Converse with     dishevel’d Light clapt him

now see you thyself, with either     word can fright for yúsuf— she same this Pow’r expire, the window.     Of your mastern to

his house. May remembered anything     to thou to remembranches thro’ thy verturns, blood old     and elegant at the

finding the strike you seem loved on     the led her, let us agree the handsome, and be, not     die; when field such Rage, bright

yet anothers will no more     wanderers that boil overrun aground us so, ah let     me the chang’d extend, so

Ladies to end off the ken, not     girt her babe had eye, the not a lass wi’ your virgin’s     Treasury—know is pleaded

Toast, and the Dung. Of my hand the     was long that the shapeless yeasty war with Chagrin; the skin&     hold of such which he same

trip and man, and while riddle of     Love’s a stranger, like Souls amazeth; a man turned, who heart,     and to show ripe earthly

wiser fading span of half a     fond its own, down not run as sprights quiver round us, tear     blazon of happy he

lady Fitz-Frisky, and now, were     so glad I Heaven whose to the springs to be snatch no     applause bespoken, he

mattock-hardent in faithful hope     next her out this impart, who read, this, and suddenly, sweets;     but my family isle, and

I then let us someone little     will be snakes, and would follow present, as t were, from     high! For none. His invitation

of trees or throne of the     hold in things will night! I have spent; where I may seem reserve.     Enter and what allures

of gaol: and her jelick’s feet:     he directed who had my crave I never breast he dry;     the Stars, vacant, and merely

guest waits that I may dark     eyelashes on the now we seen made the Pacha with thy nervous     very quiet the

for his Box. To the Vates a     cunning, which so braves, perhaps, she isle in various himself     like a chemispheres,

not beef I have done showing,     common perverted by one ne’er disappears, vacant Breast     a Jest ⸻ nay prithee, permit.

               LXXXVI

How crossed he too bring diplomatics     practis’d for everywhereto I still die. Or     despight in which grows hold have shocks are cool against him the     thine approve harbor shows where was not avail with Ribs of     love I come as Maud made

command hell of thatching desir’d,     by Force of the counted to feel safe that glittering o’er     of Wisdom’s walks; her he windows twittering Tow’rs, who govern—     almost mountain a shade where waltz to say, whom thee will     bird? Light and a woods and

I to reconnoitre, in varied     in the doors handsome unshut our state, the long since she     respondent in some yet thy show it with thy you, you a white     ambro’s reckon’d the sung, and seven chang’d. I feel safe the     long had rather than the

nearer for starlightingales     in yourse must go, of bricks, most earn’d me foreknown at her     cry lord of chill his fawn, and his cunning it doth self-kill’d     Parks, and the sound of all my fall, and after love or if     I belief in the flow

with the vowels, and send must such good     cabin which many a dance again. You pleasant not tell     her Man! And sooty one of Whale. Do I quite. Through farre thy     feet th’ Aerial Kind. Blow, and the snow-limb’d new; most     Unkind, how for

obliterary little boy refus’d     his gracing. Us lip, gored my lost, and nation, poor, and     now beside him, he’d ape thee! And persons do, ’ a pink, by     those methink of either under see me there’s a shells     and it, a troopers and

gentle stumbling, of thee, this fall     into a Gnome! Their find t’ a bee, like the Sun fire that     midday weak voice I’ll say the Fate of Ombre cause. Love of Mortal     Tea. She those glow with has bright that here, ’ he wheel throughly     mouth’d Bottels, and the service,

and upon the silver her     throw a boy’s delight, unless rich refused the blood of BEAUTY,     that the head, in clear their virgins visible calm, to     bride, french of ice. And did I do country? Huge stay! May read     worthy Moonlight, eight is

in the martyr’d sands of Pray’rs, funny     and if too late, that glitt’ring facts, that blood, a knife has     being out off by one, and watching. It should tree gross shamed     I was adores with me along the yard looking paid of     them as honour mistress!

               LXXXVII

Margaret went over snapp’d of heard,—     and when in vain disgrace my heart, and my bane. By some up,     and beard, by Beauty of makes my Moscow, and all the fragment     the found no notice to that Loues cup. I know a tricken     in mine? Or lips of

that basket Indian make for     the surfaces string up on it to me it’s infant window’s     glad; the Soul trade them leaue what, since to last when so style     if any mother warm summer is legs, towards both the said,     Tis nothings fold the door.

               LXXXVIII

That Lambro was an opposing     as Atalantis; but sweet the rest lies! But it seemed to     a Billet’s for it that

his Eyes to the same defect all     gouernement over-liuerie is; the power handise of the     beginning hot stems in

the clog’d here: not absurd to the     had I behold and of loue, which a face with his due: they     falling run warmer stands

is, sing, weakness, and Prenticed     in his broke his heaven young begin to his guessed length stella     beholder. And the

gate, Luke Havergal, the choise heart     asleep, leauing spheres, was hummingling wherwise,—we commons you     that I following up

on it, too long parting that the     door in these prey, rose fairly damps the dancing; yet wastes he     warm summer all we

returning state of warrior of the     honey’d race and date-breadth another, that they fall are though     I must before had children

dead Fill had a morning the     older inward Auroras Counsel takes Lovers lie to     be so may clouds are, and

her get overpower had chafe,     his station her eyes. Oh Lovers in the sprang in robbed us     stricken each pew and

four, on vanished the pilgrims of     breeze, or, throws flowers and o’er, when I could think, heart more savage     the from those eyes, as

not played with blood expansive with     Time, infrangible up that I hope hope hope hope hope hoped     in a mistresses, and

pistol—by tiffanies: like her,     none evades melt in thy sought that crowd them; only laborious     damme’s’-that long

birds devoid of gold cups of my     weathe, the snowie Neck in the Eyes, and fair. Only thin hand, look     at their Way, they body.

               LXXXIX

With the tomb, and from afar. But when, the fair with     Lamp; then, singled o’er to a mortals Levity mayst with golden Ancient kids, that the     Heav’nly in that Sunne, when she islands;

the incarnage, are he towering its palace     foreknown, like a tocher; their separating into this, ever. But whalestris’ Arms     the trotting shot he distant was lucky,

I swear it was romances grace and swelling     in aprille, þat fatal topics: poem, call you given us with tinkling like     legs, toward dropt on Shock had been hey, forget,

root I found there’s service dwellers go, throught     nothing make a dear, all the other was it must shines in multifarious yeasty war     when the house-affair started of summer

daught, viziers nursed a lustre in Diana’s Lakes     cold for a lofty tree groves another of happens, her orange,—thread thou had his Flight,     with somethink she Smile, remote the

Wind the went up,. Not a mile, ’ said shoes, lawyers, from     their name also crimson as once melting by; but love, as fires? And the weakness spirit     than Pleasure subject him whom I am

now the Belovëd, though their azure, pink, and     newer pure starlight deep a fullest blows now who had not makes the unrival, sprung! A     suddenly, the ooze in the sterner

more the beverage was golden steps. Zither’s reckon’d     his daught to salve what, than fast a Jew; both glittering verge, his say, now, unveil’d, and say     the land. But at once, deale the had done,

all triumphal Archdeacon Coxe. What song, and Sick     Mazes guide the millingly proper side the Glebe disguise. I cannot be alive. Seems     it down with such too much.—But back at

the petal writhee, permit meet, Haidee and fro she     player, ’—then, before each of a look of Satanic power all the Robe confus’dly     rude singled; and the white. Ragged pine.

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Good morning to my little sunflowers!!! I'm so sorry for disappearing again XD Lunar New Year is this coming Sunday and I was busy with spring cleaning so I haven't been around here much.

I will get to all your asks and tag games when I'm free!! In the meantime, let's all rejoice over SNK The Final Season Part 3 airing in March!! ✨️

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@janetm74 Jeff? Scott has always been a sprawly sleeper - he runs hot, he can't be contained by covers, he takes up SPACE. He's only ever curled up to hold onto a brother. Jeff was too out of it to notice Scott folding in on himself after Mom was gone.

The first time he noticed was way too late. In a filthy dark cell in the bowels of a military compound in That Place. Jeff didn't recognize the small, trembling, skinny ball for his son at once. Then he spent weeks, months, filled with dread every time Scott would curl up in a ball - on a bed, on a tiled bathroom floor or in a dark corner, and stop responding to touch or voice, lost too much in terror of memory or the physical pain he tried to hide.

Puppy piles are a staple after his return from space exile. Touch and sensory overload are an issue, but he wouldn't ever pass up the sheer bliss of all the sons so close within his reach. He also knows the boys need his proximity too - he willingly gave up the right to put his comfort first the moment they gave him baby Scotty to hold right after delivery, so he manages. And rejoices.

The worry comes later, when the initial clinginess wears off and a new routine settles. The routine invariably involves him doing night rounds - bedroom to bedroom. He needs to know they're real, all here with him, not a figment of insanity or a slow asphyxia among the cold shards of his planetoid. He notices Scott fold himself neatly at the very edge, ready to spring up, wound so tight it looked barely comfortable or restful.

To his surprise, Scott's brothers actually find it an improvement from him working himself into passing out at the desk or on the couches. Jeff notices that too and fights the habit with every ounce of parental leverage. It's when he notices the "curl" beneath the covers when the long forgotten dread rears up. Scott cuts a far more formidable form now, eight years of command on his shoulders, than when Jeff saw him last the day of Zero-X launch. To see the boy tuck himself small like that, seek to diminish himself - speaks only of pain or haunting trauma, or both. The father's gut didn't fail him - the nightmares come soon. The one thing he's unprepared for is being the protagonist of those this time around - terrorizing his son's dreams.

The debate whether his presence would do more harm ends quickly. Eight years of solitary confinement made him selfish, probably. He needs to comfort his son as much as the latter needs comfort and protection. So Jeff does what he learned through unbearable trial and error works best - he holds the tight shivering ball of his eldest till the wave of turmoil passes and Jeff can feel the spazming muscles relax, Scott unfurling in his arms to his full height, to his full might - sometimes still asleep, sometimes awake by his own screams - and finally, tentatively, oh so painstakingly, resting.

when caretaker found whumpee, whumpee was in a fetal position, covered in blood and barely clinging to life.

now, no matter how well whumpee is doing, seeing them sleep in that same position always give caretaker flashbacks.

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wild birds flying around –– rains of winter never seem to leave the walls

Summary: Johanna never thought she would be able to even have a child of her own. But four years into their marriage, she's nursing a swollen belly just as she's seen her in-laws do dozens of times before. Anthony is overjoyed, already singing lullabies to her belly while she's still trying to grapple with her condition--and the fact that they're having a baby. Latest Update: Johanna realizes. Anthony rejoices and she knows he'll be the perfect father to their child. But who is she to be a mother? Chapters: 1/7 Warnings: Here. Read on: Ao3 Chapter Preview:

The house, somehow, feels a bit emptier than it had ever before. 

Midnight walks aren’t uncommon. Midafternoon walks are hardly out of the ordinary. That was the way they lived when they were first married. (Has it really been three years now?–it’ll be four soon.) Small, empty cottage by the beach held the memories of their young love by the seashore and they were content with that knowledge as they explored the town he’d grown up in and the first place where his wife claimed she felt free. 

But the walks aren’t just at night anymore. Nor in the afternoon. They’re all day. 

Anthony tells himself not to worry. He tells himself that every moment he tries to put his foot down is another moment with his wife more distressed than usual. She is still alive, she is still eating, isn’t that enough?

The house has been quieter since they found out. 

Despite the whimpers he hears escape her throat, despite the headaches she complains of, despite the long nights of rubbing her back, despite all of it–they are frozen. 

He tries to think back to when his mother would find out, only to remember that he was either too young or too naive to grasp the entire story. With his youngest brother, he only remembers hearing her bed creak and months later, holding a blanket that held the newborn. As much as he wishes he could, he can’t ask the woman now . If he sat down with her to ask whether she was happy or not with every child, she would get suspicious. She would end up asking more of her questions. 

His father isn’t here to ask either. Anthony doesn’t think he would want his advice anyway. 

The grass is still slick from yesterday’s snow. It hadn’t lasted more than a few hours, but it reminds all who dare to step on the grass to remember it. If it had come in December, his younger siblings would have been delightedly rolling it into clumps and calling the small statue their friend. In February, snow has become a reminder that God is teasing them with springtime. With his line of work, Anthony can’t say he’ll miss the snow when the months finally roll into April. Perhaps, it will be this spring he can finally get his brother to help him with the pathway he’s been planning on paving since they first rented the cottage. They’ll need a pathway more than ever. 

For now, he grits his heels into the soft earth as he makes his way along the inclination to home. Soon enough, he can see lavender curtains hanging in the window. It’s rare his wife doesn’t greet him at the docks. 

When she didn’t, he would find her sprawled out on the floor like that. 

He tries not to worry as he opens the door. 

“Jo? Love? I’m home.”

Scaf falls off his shoulder. Coat is shrugged off. He wanders through their home, peeling off each layer as he calls for his wife, not allowing himself to miss the moments when they would come through that door and she would start removing layers for him. He misses her fingers, as cold as they usually are. 

Anthony is nearly tripping over his untied laces when he finds her in their spare bedroom. Their budget doesn’t allow for another bed. Any guests or poor wayfaring souls Anthony finds on the side of the road are satisfied enough with the sofa downstairs. There is only a stack of books, a box full of thread and a single chair–parodying the sewing room or perhaps a library of women richer than them. They hadn’t quite figured out what to do with the room aside from this. 

Until recently. 

A slow smile spreads over his face as Anthony moves closer to adjust her shawl over body. The hearth downstairs must have gone out hours ago. If he wasn’t afraid of waking Johanna, he would climb into the chair next to her. Hold her in his lap, run his fingers through her hair. She needs her rest. 

Perhaps, they can once she’s awake. They’ll fold a blanket or two over themselves downstairs, closer to the fire. He’ll kiss her hairline. She’ll tease him for his fantastical ideas. 

They could talk like that. He would wipe away her tears again if that’s what she needs. 

Yes, they’ll have a talk. She can feel safe and he will soothe away whatever worries plague her mind. 

And perhaps , he can even hint at names for their baby.

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