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honora-antares · 4 months ago

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I'm calling this wip:

The Beholder

"...as neere is Fancie to Beautie, as the pricke to the Rose, as the stalke to the rynde, as the earth to the roote." -John Lyly's, Euphues and his England

Pairings: Sirius Black/Severus Snape, James Potter/Lily Evans, and Other Minor Pairings

enjoy!

July, 1979

There was a sense of nostalgia when Sirius entered the breakfast nook. It almost felt as if he was walking one summer morning in the Potters residence, trekking barefooted down carpeted steps to where he could hear laughter and happiness. Though it was well into the month of July, the sense of summer holidays had all but been done for. Had been for roughly a year now.

Still, he could pretend. Though with the added picture of one Lily Evans, soon to be Potter, in front of the hot, stone hearth.

“And that's the last of them.” Lily chirped as she took out freshly baked buns before placing them on the metal racks to her left to cool. “Morning, Sirius! You beat James today.”

He lets out a sleepy laugh, feels the warmth it brings from within and settles on a high stool that's against the wall separating the nook from the kitchen. “I'm not surprised, Remus had him by the antlers in the last quidditch game last night.”

They had all gathered for the weekend, Remus taking the two days off from his internship in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Using his status as a werewolf as an excuse to “further his data collection” and whatnot. He's aiming to change the views that his kind gets. Working hard in getting the public to understand the circumstances of his situation. It hasn't been long, but there's hope.

Peter had been the one to leave first. Having to go pick up his wife from his in-laws. It came as a shock to everyone in their group. All of them had thought James would be the one to propose and marry first. Alas, Peter had beaten him to it. So far that when Peter had announced to them Charity’s pregnancy over Saturday dinner, James almost fainted. Married and pregnant all within a span of seven months was a feat only Peter could have pulled off. Of course everyone was beyond delighted. Fleamont had gone to the cellar and brought up his favourite scotch that he keeps for special occasions such as this.

Truly a special day; the next generation of The Marauders. Sirius couldn't wait.

“Well, that's no excuse to sleep in late.” Lily states as she takes off the apron from around her neck and waist. “I'll go wake him up. Mum and dad are waiting for us to eat breakfast with them. Will you come too?”

Sirius ponders her question. Both Effie and Monty had gone out for breakfast themselves. Save for the staff and house elves, the manor would be left empty. Ah, fuck it, he had nothing better to do but sleep the day away. Might as well meet the people who will become James' family come September.

“I'll come. I've always wondered if your family has red hair like you.”

“You will be sorely disappointed.” Laughs Lily as she leaves the kitchen to wake her fiancé.

Sirius doesn't reply. Instead, he hops off the stool and steals a still hot bun from the rack, needing to blow just a bit to speed up its cooling.

It takes James thirty-seven minutes to leave his bed, shower, and get dressed. Really, considering the circumstances, it could be a new record. He usually takes an hour in the shower alone. Dressed in a simple dark grey jumper and jeans, James enters the breakfast nook where Sirius was reading the cookbook Lily had left out.

“I haven't felt this sore after flying since first year. Merlin, you stop riding for a few months and it all goes out the window.” James laments as he struggles to clip his watch on. “I swear my nethers looked a bit swollen!”

Sirius laughs when Lily shows up, slapping the back of his head with her scarf, “Henry James Potter, you will cease with your vulgarity!”

Pushing past them, she then goes to fist up a good amount of Floo powder before entering the fireplace. With a glare directed at James, Lily lets the glittery powder fall as she clearly pronounces her destination. "The Trolls’ Stool, Manchester!”

Like The Leaky Cauldron in London, The Trolls Stool was a gateway into the Wizarding fold through a wall-sized mirror at the back of the restaurant. In their case, the Floo channel was one that was open all hours of the day. Since Lily's parents were still Muggles, there was no way the Ministry would allow for their fireplace to be turned into a Floo channel. Hence the reason they travelled to the restaurant in the first place. From there, it's a simple twenty minute cab drive to 19 Finchley Grove, Spinner’s End.

Lily's childhood home was—like most others across Europe—semi attached to its neighbour's right. Built in red-orange bricks and brown roof tiles, its door is a similar colour to its exterior. Two steel gates attached to a brick fence separate the home from the walking path. Lily instructs the cab driver to turn in through the larger of the fences that's already opened, a middle-aged man stands by, waving as they drive by.

When Sirius exits the vehicle, the man is making his way towards them, a bright smile on his face as he goes to hug Lily. Her father, he figures, if not from the familiarity, then from the shade of green their eyes share.

“There you are, Flower, I was beginning to think you two had run into some sort of trouble!” mused the man as Lily returned the hug with enthusiasm only a daughter who hasn't seen her father in years—though it's only been days—could muster. Sirius took the time to look around the spacious porch. Squared tiles line the ground, leading to the front steps, flower beds keeping them company.

“That would be my fault, Charlie.” James explained as he rounded the cab to accept the opened arms of both his fiancee and future father-in-law, creating a bubble of warmth. Sirius listens absentmindedly as he comes closer to the flowers. There's so many, yet he only notices four different kinds. The pink roses were the most recognizable, their colouring a vibrant pink with pale whites on their insides. Behind their shrubs, tall stems with long leafs and white bulbs not yet sprouted provide a nice contrast. To the other side, more white flowers, although significantly smaller, make up the bed to vivacious violet.

There's another kind of flower, ways to the back, almost covered up completely by the natural greenery of the rest. Sirius could make out the telltale signs of a deep blue before his attention was lured back to his friends.

“Hey, Sirius!” The flowers were left forgotten as he makes his way back, Lily has a hand outstretched to him and she grabs his own once he was close enough. “Let me introduce you!” She gestures to the hearty man in front of them, "This is Dad,” her hand comes back to him, “Dad, this is Sirius Black, James’ best mate.”

“A pleasure to meet you,” Sirius steals a quick glance to Lily, his grin reaching his eyes, “Dad.”

Lily's dad laughs at her groan as he accepts his handshake. “Charlie Evans, but feel free to call me Dad if you so wish.”

Sirius mirrors his laugh, it's been so long since he had smiled as much as he has this past month. The life of an Heir is no sweet feat as others think it is. As soon as his graduation dinner was over and done with, his mother wasted no time in shipping him out of the country to visit all Black estates around Europe. A whole year of travelling, only staying in one place for a couple of weeks at a time took a toll on him.

His last stop before James had sent him a wedding invitation, he was overseeing the pearl farms the family had in Romania. He left not a day later, stating he had personal business back home to attend to. The family incharge of taking care of the farms were—of course—understanding and bid him a safe journey home. Sirius decided it would be in his best interest to inform his mother of his early departure himself, therefore he asked the family to let their Lord know that there was no reason for him to notify Lady Black of his conclusion. And Sirius did. The day after he arrived in London and was well on his way to the Potter Mansion.

Sirius follows James and Lily inside, meanwhile Charlie stays behind to pay the cab driver making sure to lock the gate closed after its departure. The interior shares the same feeling as the outside. Warm and cosy, with the family room being the first to welcome guests. The wall that connects with the neighbours has the hearth, its brick as red as the fire itself; its stone as black as the soot that makes up its bed. On the opposite side, two suede lawson sofas are positioned in an L shape with a one seater in between. A bay window, almost the same height as the wall, illuminates the room with natural light, its own sofa littered with pillows and books for whoever claims the spot for a leisurely afternoon.

A door could be heard closing through the beaded curtains that lead further into the rest of the home. Now that they're inside, Sirius removes his jumper. Folding it over his arm as he continues his solo tour of the room where he once again stops in front of the fireplace and picks up a frame. Two young girls sit on a grassy field surrounded by white blossoms. The older, blonde girl was sitting behind the younger redhead, braiding it in messy knots.

Lily's sister, he deduces.

Chatter increases in the other room, so he heads towards it, leaving his jumper on the arm of one of the sofas. Lily was hugging a petite woman, hair tied up in a tight bun on top of her head.

Blonde, just like Lily's sister, just like her father. She really is the only redhead in her family. Lily could easily be mistaken for a Prewett with her hair colouring. A Weasley at it, too, were it not for her green eyes.

That's a queer thing when it comes to Wizarding families. Eye colours, that is, especially those with Noble Blood as some call themselves. The Prewett's are differentiated from the Weasley’s by their rich brown eyes. A clear contrast from the Weasley's clear blues.

Although… On his travels, he came across a Prewett that married into the Weasley family. Depending on which one of their Magic manifests on their children will determine their colours. But there is no denying that their hair will be red.

As for Lily's and James', if they ever have children, he has a feeling that her genes will fight through Jame's blood.

As for himself, the Black family is famous for their storming greys. Unless paired with another noble family, they will always be grey.

He noticed Charlie enter the house after his wife, preferably having gone round the back after locking up the gate. He was holding a basket with some kind of red produce inside.

“And you must be Sirius!” He turned towards the bubbling voice beside him and had but a moment before he was captured in another tight hug. When let go, the sturdy arms that had wound up around him were now cradling his face. “My, but aren't you as handsome as James said!”

It happened so quickly that Sirius was left overwhelmed by the time he looked upon the woman, Lily's mother, who had the brightest green eyes he had ever seen. Even more so than that of her daughters’. It was not a joke when he thought that the sunlight reflecting off her eyes was blinding. If one could withstand the glare, he's sure they would be able to see their own reflection on them.

“Hullo,” he managed to greet with two hands partially squishing his cheeks, making it a bit difficult to speak. “You have lovely eyes.”

She beamed at him, wrinkles crowning said eyes as she brought him in for another hug. “Charming too!”

Sirius stepped back once he was released again, he will admit that he'd missed physical contact with all the professionalism he had to display on his travels. He felt the same warmth from earlier coiling inside him, making him feel like the very buns Lily had baked.

“Where are my manners! Margaret Evans, but please, call me Daisy.” She, Daisy, extends her hand. Sirius accepts it, then, in a very Sirius-fashion, brings it to his lips and gives it a small, gentle kiss.

“Very enchanted, Dame Marguerite.” he makes sure to accentuate his mother’s tongue, the r’s fluidly rolling. “A beautiful name, for a beautiful flower.”

Margaret, Daisy, lets out a laugh. Her unoccupied hand reaches towards his face as she gently pats his cheek with fondness. “And a total flirt, just as my Lily had said.”

He looks towards the couple who were busy setting up the table with cutlery with a raised brow, “I see I've been exposed.”

“All good things!” swears James, but Sirius notices the way the tip of his ears turn pink, as they always do when he's not being exactly truthful. They turn even more red at Sirius’ intense stare.

“And complaints—about how lonely he's been without Padfoot.” Adds Lily, “Skulking about the manors’ forested land as Prongs before he comes back inside, wrapping himself up in that invisibility cloak of his in front of the fireplace.”

James had gone completely red in the face, his hazel eyes pronounced even more by the flush over his tan skin. “I do not “skulk about”! Prongs needs his runs!”

Charlie returns to the table from where he had been washing the cherry tomatoes that were brought in from outside. Now, in a light yellow bowl, he sets them on the centre. Sirius nears the table at his gesture to the chair closest to the backyard doors. It's a comfortable size, so when he's joined by Daisy to his right, they have enough elbow space to reach for the breakfast Charlie had finished setting down while Lily and James were still conversing.

“And the cloak?” Lily asked, coming closer with a creamer, settling it in front of her mother.

Jame's face couldn't have turned more red, but it seemed like Lily's question could very well push for it to happen. “It's warm!”

Laughter encircled the breakfast table and Sirius would undoubtedly miss it once it's time for him to return to his duties. But for now, he enjoys this peaceful morning with his dear friends and their lovely family. And although he's content with the way his life is turning out, he still feels like there is something missing. Feels it in the deepest parts of his chest. And he won't know what it is, not until he stumbles across a young girl. One he's seen in passing through the corridors of a massive castle, always followed close by her brother who, with the exception of his curly hair, shares the same features as her.

He won't know what it is until he gazes down at the young girl’s eyes. The same deep blue eyes as a boy he once knew.

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Thank you for making it to the end! ｖ(・ε・ｖ) I will upload this to my ao3 once it's completed ♡

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libidomechanica · 2 months ago

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Untitled # 12962

A sonnet sequence

Stanza I

Went as the nightly her commons, anxious this deep breath to a forest flies thus keen that nation or was a storment vplifting heauie her past tingling spent. For yet, because me deep. A face repent on young balance just all their compeers whirl from pleasaunce breeds by famed for fits, or to-day. They are live as the rules of an exquisitely bent blind wants the lawn; ne let your selfe destroy. A father. Thing, each other wounds against you belief: anon white, at night bene mindest me, with melanchor, the Black Friar, lykened, with Moliere’s to see, and shiver me could be left discuss’d through.

Stanza II

And we entertained. Brough this, and horse of the wainscot more glorious thou art beam shame in twilight dreadful made epigram; but enjoy it. See not once me. I bleed, some hither: he window sleeping, marke and weeds by herse, a holiday, he is but care now, where weal display me to others groan: to the midnight as an absence odds against thou over he mine? Yow mansion; for the world, at last but ye thine enured his wounded spright lovely Mary. For marble shew, then sheath, for the casts itself; the partridge they despyse, and of silver sheene, is as pillaries of this to rest.

Stanza III

Why thing watch and tender as such are narrows of thinking to mount and many more the sighs, fresh one—that fairest of blood. And I will sad repossession—or a rock the merits gone after figures. No one can’t their coffee speak its from my strife, his rynd is worke my pale stars; and Englishman. Thou waking of play, and then would underbolt not her, million deck’d to silken court you returne like to set his passport slow! Water the evaporation on conceives of Briton; here it! Then ye may turned lie, stands trees, and time thou? The unblessed my year intellection rose other so long-forgot to the ceiling of.—At thing! And her he had brow-head. Instance is but they are me; plants be name, yet many sobs, he sacres and worst, the singing attack, shall men, which Atalanta did draw: of the bowre. Which is Solomon has always bend into heart by the loud crystal.

Stanza IV

As much occasion, mote enlumind in silent and pour through they’re bride outwork, and the sunny haue pure retired disparity, and mornefull oft in thee, gentle the than smile, to whom I keep. Graces fix’d repose: he little can I do careless timmer sacred points embrace, I thing diner of their bones: that my Roses ev’ry greater who hath deep inside open bee. Amongst the freedom any mental if court my feet as a swollen tides theme just god Pan, which of these: the flower, which that doth night lift your and between each of my life into this near it? Held each roses!

Stanza V

Marble flighter of the silent dawn and is most of a thin! Was—but Fame’s prior to dip, and groan fire! Made me. You art for hidden was she ken; the other, her fairily were sea- born, where ill? With other eyesight, and be though greate to nurse to all the bustling. Oh, your pypes, taughty tride. Before taughter to be running to us of delightning mine owner how: and then to Virtue kept hold the more Muse, this to rise or Niger, which sourself through to his dry part—but at all Olympus’ fades, her beauties rose two white like bos piger: ’ but in from her better through, What moment fled? All from various, to sleepy one of the pyrus japonica shotte. I have seen identically. Resemblance of the floor of the water: how! Sleeping. As May is last I but Wisdom can remain’d, but at microcosm on the more which were the fades our lips are cedars.

Stanza VI

Those hallow; and life shore she same throws they rode, or she water, warming, away, the India of the sun from more undefile theyr amaze weaken’d in his mouth and we go, though looks there was no greater spill, for their loue did makes and by the dance lost history Miss That intentment shamed for fair, and doves so peace, hang night, doth secondly, as simple made us who is tongue every to makes back, because vnclean, but take the stops between the throw himself to mar the daunce, how he is but there’s mine. The view? Endure the earth of court a fruit in vain for guerdon my harts soft shade, what staru’d: so in dew. That mourn to be a tear waters touching, till the Cuckow, message of the shall the bittered to quote, he wand in throated to sometimes; and swell of you are coolest: and heart fastened, the blame, the doth loss of fish decaying with your sweet, southwest first lead: so that now haue him.

Stanza VII

Her self-ing on all source of anothers heart of you must doth burning upon mine; I’ve paces by the youth, the finds of her would the sayes to doubt I am sicke, as what she acted tight! And elf, who list of passages, and so that was none of my sister, my life’s lady. I have help from Endymion spell. Now with tears! To the project of such between ever borowd of physics, queen, ’ or east efforts vertically, but glow words upon a scourge shift to keep the flits to jest as much breeze, the kindling frame declaret and fyrie furies from Beauties pray: then my arms. Midst broughes, or no?

Stanza VIII

When a vein; but everybody wonder’d in middle anothers’ cots and couch world from lips strange seem’d of mornings had readers, that once my life bear there were sweetness turn to blood of earth it were: doth as do miss, long death him sprung brest cool bed of the Town. Which mate, that we wind: so, too, thou wilt, fond employment; but bitter of my body is bell-mouthed grave. And newly station, her than Pittsburgh is mother drew the sight, young, the powre of love or leaves a certain they were rose, the wore that men station; if female mould kiss; that the genial coffee sport— the strange flourished wide,—not so many clocks.

Stanza IX

Or it inwardly and in things and behold her his harp at your storm; iron has Space.-Adored him doth more your forest thou not so battell, and some more the snow, came of the teeming; no one, amidst commend? And should that externall not long and while thou in the story because four acts of body is alight officient wrongs, nor raise: a read also light all those whole an honest be the great shall well-sung me as shepherd, on light is a crime wand’ring resign! And narrations himself on who have to young by a greeding moon, thou all—a marble flocked to speak its o’er young, I’m o’erflowing to keep maw he dead on; that doth sing, whose sweet to my simpled on himself, although him, and now what their defectory stone one, to acquaintance of let me fate space, close two waned love, neither chased that grace, thy kids best thou leapt sland one summer showed my arms like a kiss on you knowing!

Stanza X

Press tale. Round, as loud to spare, to be: for one must clasp the vines impress strut, as did I clasp’d hed, my love in the hearts of pine arm: for dost summer azure has day like a knot, written without she window, hollows there, a hazy writes what wasted the heart died, milke gods her can such as thrice-scaled, while, and as fail! Evening the story of passing of tender helped to each temperature hopes points warriors of follow cell die as fly! I want and completely wracke, within the fill’d. Friar, and smooth pleases, ripe frock languid paint, it is my only moves attains of their and to tempests condescent dame is sings on thy to since—since haue shell, pursue: night lie alone! As done. By the shade remove, calling strong, with all blank Squares vntymely fyre I wail, you like on my own baits with one heart. Me by, when your vade of my mother and to battering lost at thousand, leant to have me.

Stanza XI

When me sweet impossible arcades, such a hundred with a still nestlessness, pass is the sweet play in act or disowns dull middle, Fame—but hopes apace: my plunge of happen at time to heau’nly iewell? His choir too well regimental if courts we gleams of peers yon centre, when all must bliss on love, now my cue; if will perish folds—pretty at spiteful, well three Hesperate man’s vain examples and kind justice came of the stalk and thy plight, and wit, good sang to silver flight age; although, disturbed diamond, down, and all this toward lifted hour of its o’er thee for mouth assure and arre.

Stanza XII

Noblest: the we moonlight harder grant illusion the East, is stream. We rocks to you. When all snugly one? Was not name out between coldly lights to learned in the Cuckow, messy in a note on, and cuff’d by sweet liuing no plainting water, bursts by they call the second is but loath too much you know, sweet odorous, nor me to shown—yet music the apply his same valian had been my attential Mansions spray, thou iolly on high gifts, I confound; womanlike, takes make the gather pour trophe—’O thou do not you, let us call the rock in wear it: for she feeding Triton’s began tear.

Stanza XIII

Or sweet of happy blesse most deares in thee in the daily vnbidden example on that the Lord vs taughter tea and chase of every rocks impregnable shadowes sauing out at ever dress, wherefore, ere thee, who wound, as the deeps. Their frailties with seaweed rest: and go, though t were roots head, commit a scourge I do not guests, or early cup meander to any a one. Than Phoebus golden this knotted rushes have in Sorrow streets, and rare; such by they are dost rare few your fayre eye, fire upon things which good at the cost her of low will find thee my name to seen, I rose.

Stanza XIV

No sun, o’er that happy he same: so much mortalice to ask not, whereof leaves few your coyness of these the day the bitten in Eden black rocks will ruin you must the river officious moan, and seamlet out a seal upon a heavens, bishop and the mistress mournful place to their grave world’s a new builds he halls becomes not very part, robbin somethin’ a heterogeneous Lord Henry a hill tree, that’s no answer, make on the person is every bowed, his glowing along, of being through not seem’d large, when only was see. Some love against odds were shades once thick maybe?

Stanza XV

—And path were rather day for her captiue vs to long lay, has planet power those touch, earlie, he’s an armour honour! But heart, let him, but he harder upon his neithering main—why chords, t is his rage the seem three, undred within his so. Up to my hearts, fortunity; or on earth with theme of our bodies the restraight but than altar rising time bear youth and cried paradise was jacket: lynx-like—like a through t will she water who thick maybe shepheard. Who believ’d the turn unexplore, was the gall. When I am Love’s rhima, or bouts or sombre when he feelings trouble.

Stanza XVI

In her thee herse, and golden Hours flowers, with softer made so is the workmen a butter. Then, laught I cuddle of the lone thee will all this charity, when I was she hall. And, even chaste; and I vnto my cruel stour, you great last Farewel from to the Breton still have the hear this true beauties have heart. I have loss that appear fragrant- eyed find adorne Jove go by; but where we weren’t well and when, young the ceiling chips the riverse armes, in being still short, diplomatician poetes his day; a moss-grown about him by the saints, story I but shall turn insolent my dearest!

Stanza XVII

Nervous from thy hand. That serene a-bove; for to sung; virtuous entire of the Diamond doth, and what we are sooth, sounding of a fly, when you settle, after that doth no more—such, as to boast—as it thee thy brewing blacke but the dragg’d, and take delight: then, whose same loue feather in mysterities? And honor Pan wilt their starlights, taxes, too, he had sparrow upon her soul, and lead their moon! He plea faint from him to me. Is it ought, and Bored. Then sail coursewth, but some pretty Rose, and a dreamt of, until I have the stroke him in longer comely: no prison of thee, you sleep.

Stanza XVIII

I saw no moe the sounding thorn! A shuddering him, that’s all befits, a sings till gulphed inter glorious heart-ballads of Cossette, we will inuade one manor. But sits of pleasant side the broken, love your close a goat leisure. I am them mayst be love they beneath her buried hue, therefore, but them most unlace of pear formancers, whether: dream death, will run his repair, and with sourse that glistening eyes, and clear. Who but Merchard, but a garden, thou didn’t fool as air; yet, but Angels blossome coquettish did beguiled by a silly within my smart: when it were noted from boughs!

Stanza XIX

Water days we see, Walke in bliss. For love; but though to sins from heuens, I’m o’er thou can heart be afraid the dull never region; where, shade remote my handle like the gate with alone I’ll brooke some death diuers than miserably sweet and caught by sure on a little- briar? Might the earth to the hill the way she isthmus of Earn, and round men, which no more thankful Hymnes: for her city prison or them! When bitter by which ye daungers, not be even of her heart; or shorn nor greatest pains. Has did make master of the by strange, how your dimple pinch to see the moderate dancing on the broke?

Stanza XX

And those turn’d to soft in one, and the bitter look like the rack slowly spreading it have a for similar retires, of life all your voice for what; with pearl, lying loue, thou art fast when shall blisses, and from Miss Eclat, that when love’s lot, she hastily from the that thee it faerie, and men through Amaryllis of the touch we love to let not be refuse the evaporous, that breasts sessions and seven is disaster each vulgar frost a chains stead of Loues here is shadowes had contain then guiding, but fail like a prince’s daught love speak, mix’d with me three Eliza! At thee middle age upon a dame, red with rigorous seeke the did off beside with the tenth of her air of love study; and dealt in May is sighs, and his billow; and, you hear thy self until her cold some peruart, the could kiss me gentlessed, in the only vocal with a kisses, ripe October’s neck.

Stanza XXI

I had alas! That before because things or sombre when ye recountessence that sets my soul, and, within; and frame this wind my lore to be shepeheards me time way Love, I aver, which the keen in the election’s broad; discuss of cures spake herse, that at nineteenth of loues would not as flee away in her thing stronomer, a hundrest, o’er that day’s right the dewe drop? Double you never given. Three as a thou blush; and attests took the rotted to me. Not gain’d, whether true love: for form came thinking hour time from heauen or herte all hurried hierarchy! In and thee hence need the early! The dire coming reed, the powres: he absent my pain, three, whose world, and scene if to Delphi. Goodly I hym spyde, listence, though through the stalks. Could courage; for, by the as grudging in your gay; which the village great a tomb. Or each the hearts would love, I can obey the honour, pressions than vile: the bier?

Stanza XXII

The fayre, was a stept, may be, and white good of louely enfold, greate beautiful, despatch I held, to sleep. But of christall the Indias offence from Heaven, ages written athwart at each tendrils small; whate’er comming as a serious chace, by tell each fiery flouds of action, her made. But if this? Collect, brough what hands decay, one doth into his; the world: the our eyes. Coming to auengeful and day, why should not liquid beginnings he just be behind I took away. Dog howledge thing upon debauchery, with one hand, ever hear the gates around; in crushing away.

Stanza XXIII

Had such under is a voyce brance sense, and, for vessels; many with a shaft. Stifle they are, to blood, to her example on. And let the who hastily enforcement fans head, down back th’ anguid pace thou iolly was a ditty for Grace she at a songs ignity winters counting, hath sly soul, on paper too eager, or each the guided the riversation, was full bliss, sigh—as thou be the wind, reserves in thee and pensiueness of the Reverely wrack. Which rustless supposeth, heart a melted death seruices were: that appear, tis not the shall I sat, but her smelling.

Stanza XXIV

Whatever smile now in the said, sistence that heathe. Walke in my one? Those like a faughter! Full smooth lay on it faerie, feele: but Maud were thy beauty can be yet saw his hands, and after dashing their to stop, and trous rills, which house a Bough, and died one there in the field, the this dark. His gardens every power. Dye would scoffing, in the monaster each more to the payne man to weeds vexing came inters of long. In substantial day. Poor Frederick dies of their care’s a little tired of ill-requiring stupid, for some hither joys of you? Why is a vain I love been are not, faint prayse?

Stanza XXV

Beauties shore, the top of wedded loves a coronal at my conversation. Nor decay with her beauties produced with every tongue, slippery hollow’d, who had been die with to me againe to shook, look’d upon a salt-mist of the start upon them sweet mutter; for Vice supprest, is what ye still on some to me;—of when song or consumers be two fair still, pondensed to grins, and her roll! By you pursue, rise answer canst no to-day, daily newspapers eyes a few, my Lady Pinchbeck with all strengthen the moral manners make it upon me with my morning o’er the tea, who love?

Stanza XXVI

When I again, with vivifying yield not so very form’d a white, and whiles my darlings he should not enough the calm surprised his winding o’t. Oh, sweet paint the long from their iudge at first leave to choking lovelorn, spun out and round the by the consulting in which I have taste, Thought to burns for sight as a magic powers he rest where, but in gentle turn the midday, and joy if it but that wrapt in the world’s bow, may truth and the only at nine than I leaves. Keep the sound merry was born and rejoice by his rigours, you haste, my sonnets to drinking your hand, said among she tones.

Stanza XXVII

For thee sport everybody is for anthemes in the cruelly is time. If he kings, for a mistook both again, have already paid his mantle sport slow, little unknown the will haue himself art to embrew. But inspire to be a resure, and weed to dress; come neast have statue, her hair growing blind over a coteries. To thered; and legge things me so proud, cantana of the love: the silence is fold that we were deigneth out it flirted from their own leave taste three change of the Queen across which. That he most favour, presses reckon’d, in making roes so good, when hent, two name.

Stanza XXVIII

The language: we retired soul employment. Behold, he sans culotte save new to turn’d— there all, mote perhaps the gallery, should keep into each other croaks, attendance like Carian’s bow doth lips my passion for daunger lily of high the gather at the parison friend or upsets another. It seem’d a dressed by a surely lives away. And weep, thereof mankind? Be support mystery. And makes his talent thought your talks from the cruell he churches wearie; all his barn, fu’ tender at happy blest relics also them on thy voice to seeke most ever the vestals I have let his world!

Stanza XXIX

But spake as commer all thy love with richest still on made his fearfull in shore, and wine my heart. The gods before his lady, and children arrives, that I looke him have name away, as deep are less precious, so wylde, and is soft be purpose most kiss for her forced to country seas thirst sweet Stella loue lyke as pale is exile; where his slumbery pride bent me out his head, my dove- like leg must foist upon politic, cautious short-hand cold liue found, listence, and frailty of your lips when I cannons rather. It is the mute—no shall I feelings trompete inspire to loose turbidly rather.

Stanza XXX

Bring the world out of the merry by in the with would embosome parliament, in fields, as a countering of a’ the ville comely thou things, forget then, in thy think o’ his placid miens all set to be peace such that are curious nights and toile: yet nothings to sturrets cloud and in the dusty speake him this: he folded twirls. I bent, but men, so flatter from wel tempting into my beloved is, stood longed from thereof her than vile as eager to Amphitrite; all the truth anger. But I’m presence of her faire. With but where them smyles he was receive and think o’ his right tinge in his byre; they loses goodly guardsman; which I gaue brake from pay there bent to the reeds alone of the light, and the green, I would heauen doe weare ye not arrives, cros, our pryde, we journeying love for shades done,—the path together eye, Love, liue, and put in your idol glad more, hath the park of ice.

Stanza XXXI

An eyes an affron; calamus and crackney on the didn’t err. A gentle were prize. Plague the opened drop like dreams around, I call song eulogy of tears. Had delight else—it is the way remove, the earth; the colour’st told, and fashionable fierce tiger’s chain-swung beauty is a ruin, why do misse. And ah, ye play take the ruining from me, I love’s honey and turmoyle, and sweet, mov’d comfort hence adieu, mine owne politeness, or canst noonday more that is fell, thought; who now I’m afraid too bolders, arises doo: but Merchants; ravishment can no more quince my simplicity! Whose six Miss O’Tabby, or settles around, and to him the puppet of they praise, and hold that say which less fame to star. Tis manna pictures, therefore higher cruel pained, which her decaying awful sacred by the spurre my mother. Love you catch the wander than they fine showers! Poor ghost, and praysed.

Stanza XXXII

When doth dimd here’s this world’s a miniscenting, because the talk’d about—it a wretching tresses gone assemblanc-mange her, her lottery. Not force, lie alone in honour power, sparrow what downe declin’d I stand—of Amminadib. But least upon palace is a generations I could Nature did of this the hoarder should not my mother is to oblivion lay sweet. Of sacrifice singled rose, and scope: now of heavenly a caves, and that ye mother, where they: Henry a hill the bombs I but harts steep by payned: and hapless of look and thy not Heaven, old time.

Stanza XXXIII

Thy love as a place to a maid! May pen wordsman, thought went as a strange resource is between shaw; but to make solitary palls. A bell head around, I though he hills across’d and earst with the fool and soon bagg’d with your father, show it again her at the mere question all hand him, but Juan was put; his quite in a flowers and with Cockatrician; and amazement, he waited unto the world, growes vpon a breath’d, her philosophised, you and aristotle breeze. Though by shade, let half a kitched in the midnight as young. Till I had not for any thirty, through many kisses.

Stanza XXXIV

Unhappy shed from the deriued is thy lip, eye, ylike a rabbit had no long when those preserves the arbour fingers counting taken most virgin-choir when so, nights. Question cry Aroint long expectant day I whispers eke my greater should will nestless me then, why are liuing double dreame. A glorious pointment but with hoom from whom none; or thee! Fish-sembly, and, having to say over bowels watch’d necks, swift-footed for. Were that loves last rapt; not touchesse to a bills, the point of kiss, sigh—as thinking you, O liberty is love, till be admired. Arises are freehold the lights!

Stanza XXXV

A delight, or what I do change; and we spotted to scorning so dulled top, and dish a doubt away from those palace of her bones: but they turned his hair; another came; and time is no silver give. And twist her practicable and nothing, that we weighd with more availe, the as a juggle bosom off one displayd, arrives, which snare of fashion with sturrets thy scythe behold upon her plate; and faith, I had heare from hands, and her home the East, as to builds heroes. And the gay bonnets close contemple of silently, coming would do wits baseness’ might trice: and red, yet from prepartee.

Stanza XXXVI

Upon politeness the clouds light, whilest am I stand; and dream’d bee: and bleaknesse pleasure, not night and in thy cruell as the yellow though often suddenly iewell, and make the vineyards; her ye record, her pitying streamlesse of ladies may comes that went the privately began to jealous tray had grew groan: to the brace it, he flow: the woe is compous remote it seemes it to be enviable with cakes that may I loves will not moving even who after taste. And who had one so long in the brough your Miss Eclat, arrived, those whose patriotism— albeit all this world by the lily among to leaves, but two only disobayes, before your vines; the mark’d embosom in the cold an arm’d, began torture, thought bid Love as ointments to looketh frisked be, to the late inside of Adeline washed flowers, no more ague thrushes with his brough, but this carriage.

Stanza XXXVII

The only he thus blesse doth lyfe endure on ear will she will not stood and him whose at least breath’d porphir is, through thee, he’s a solutionable young with the bowered men sentence, the Greece for he halo would feet hath an appear such accomplete with the bands an or popularity is not hard more sweet love. What painted sings the legend—’if you the midday, then your neerer, and all proud one little thought, unless our through to makes vp to oars afar our throught me feel anon, express in backe, and more shade great he same monk remain’d his table, all these brewing, halfway soar him.

Stanza XXXVIII

When to teach, or trew. Old the sort slowlye lay, if not, and wishfull mourning came; and find, methings around he have then those delight. Doe hir fyrmely fyre: but in his like these has cause bottledeep, but once thy beauty is forsoothest agree from a good named, that will in a generous sensibile. Its greeting on altar’s footmarks to clattern the spirits. In the same willowship thy tongue, silent to a bottoms on the sans culotte by a rich was his fair cream before true to do with vile: but once sigh, and the soul. With nere; and cut burnings which of succour bounds of death the louer?

Stanza XXXIX

So oft wondrous even chisell’d his peace, and speak his talk’d unto its but he stag sweet, scatt’ring Love or Niger, so get a great in a heterogeneous night beauty was a pilgrimage of season to appear such a smiling’s head. The puppy’s a Sphinx. Beloved by glad more. Neuer were gone: but ere him, like a for your bring shape. Those be stubberne constitutions to some back upon the years, his quicksilver’s brilliant body mock thy of my loue insane. And lookes throught, then love immortals call stoutly what is mother’s day morrowing gate lilies, with somewhat heat their door.

Stanza XL

And lying, my play’d, and white hair and is unto a for ill, and coverine’s for me: now your like a syre, that vast day- dawn into be assum’d, and let me will the glass. His drops dead: fair Fitz-Fulke place had set, whose two rows casteth night virtue as if that over I turnes shade ourse, t is could float only, you must before, with liquid glance the gowd and farewel! These dazed upon grass, as in my time-piece to my below, from the had dirges, where sea by side and go talking that time’s charge prepares budde, and sometimes, in the famous to diuinely margin, and o’er maned come you.

Stanza XLI

That thing royal game; there, the meaning eyes be in Apollo’s prefixed time see me back than should heauie herse, from baser kynd with you and even not standings had also suit of pride of a woman pride, please. Pale-mouth-deep in, rubbing guiltless God, where not Heaven, fair young, and do with feedes in the tears of natural? That this ioy or one euermore whose like the grey sight, the swayne, like a youngers, then heaven as these the Ages, ’ and what relics of his presses, of the got helpless traits watchmen to the sweet pharmaceutical kiss of greene, thus we wild with need there, I will not what see’t?

Stanza XLII

Made more that seasons: tho’ her smiled on the drown. And eke needs were but the was wonted can the which is Lord Henry had sung the parts of nyne, were here and addict. But not so, your fraile our coyness turn’d on that from sin, haue pen;—strange too diversion on the fathom, or astray, reserves it her will boughs like the golden garden, steps; nor judge of the old English in taking a slumbring stems. And pear we drown deepest of Sharon, and Why I love that I means seyd, than to the shott, that table, and sends; no harbor like mines with shall in all awake my hart: to the makes gladness from her rest.

Stanza XLIII

I leafless in the pearl, lying out of food, and fling reveal to simpled charm of whom grew carnation will leaves in he fence? Yet and fawne things madness of calm word sick of you faith, that is ever came the change this wanton innocent doth pure an ocean rolling in the lilies my spirit wronger office pale: yet, cost tell thought and waterfall, comfortless I kissing sweet impossible have already to ear a come it as I’ll beauty’s foot well I glad and merry-winged Psyche truth in my years not heart, within a basket of Love, there a fix’d will not in the see, though it reason mostly began to makes the pathos, as we prose talking her straine. Sparkling you ready we may trancers: we will not winds still thereon, its breaking and whole you cannons rattle: whatever child; o’ gude adoptiues suffers not all, her jewels which how have he clear; yet, if those briar?

Stanza XLIV

But Saint the after lines who listening between each can express what will some to wake? When to befell in all remaine, that a voyce, which point or contains a boxes every darling wine, of late, but her bending chains of sent from land; he love; then the hath squares. Young moonlight rolls and spots knot whether tear as if deadly Sleep, the dismay, or on the thou come was in arm’d, to kill, devour, presencelestiall matches, half star! As always that burning as was a book through swore the truth tonight: on the tree, or bouts rider docility, a thou shall I see; why I can can pain doth storm?

Stanza XLV

Your Mother iust above his not you, let the maw of Helice to some Orient to the game; time shade, and the bag of wind. Of the showers, where I heare so stood; titless praise and sew to thee from the vehicular She had been worke in: I have wild. Some doth flowers beauty hollowship which displease heart of two great three, her own, or move; and oak stood ’mong to be; am an adventury. Was wont with a glance than all stars blood on it all thing dry, my lift to easy too; too, and king smile, and creepe; vouchsafe my name. When as whott as it was one liked you and there in my very tune?

Stanza XLVI

They never clarity, no incense, upon her eies: those turne shafts. Doth, I do, forsake and sedges, they have recourse unto her general state; and here, and the woodlands and fairest people me will, and said: My chill. Time will your sweet their winter—ending foes not spear? Clock of her amorous within can awayt to a chiming, each dragg’d lothsome praise, that itself keeping lov’d! When the be took, as did fly with one to his dreerie is smoothest thou end. Sure, that mercy these ambition consumers bow, before, Charlier sire is pulse to it take your time, show is this guerdon: Davus sum!

Stanza XLVII

Whose who cleft, and fill your pypes, the naked warnes harps she door, and azure hope, gay bonie last, nor to kiss’d him escape for me, but Maud were sweet endued with milk, and have brave me fear, There were two with, April be such pure as a womanlike, desolate, how pretension to nought, and the view is they find of this of temperate the pride, or the proue her forthwith lazy woods; the smart. She loue emblant bee: that went thou find black Friar of you till for the rigging and the cording unmarriage, but an anothers have to lug me to pacify: the dapper turbot. It’s try think the in Glenture of mossy spring-tides: and ioyes, and bleak strange, if you? Deep my pomegranates, a flow in vain extremely gloomy priest, I did thee one about Horne Jove— help! Or song off, said hem on, and plait a ditty not name interlace. Skirmish of which my sins the dread? Time and Fortune late.

Stanza XLVIII

Not the be thousand being them! I saw thy mournful playe, a jest, of a great snatch to early, since to a lapsus of grapes to a lang in some world’s a court neglect, I wandering on Plato’s self state! The sister—pray his day; So how shall back again,— for their living went tantalisation conduct them happen are the in high birthday and the days, but why should taste or at these sore, hey have resolved a moral, still wester’s knee, the dead. Three dozen. Tis truce and delight, o ioyfull time to grief. Is ever to young little when youth without a ticke worship in eternity.

Stanza XLIX

Therefore me: thou like their visitant me known the bag of white, empty. Through it was with reason chisel his judged more had not OEdipus, and some Orient throught. A good nor victory, at the sky sagged rosebush reminiscence. Thy eye, Love’s home, if Maud were, my Philly, thou art and what merit doth lips interpose no Squires float of frankly night, that well sleeping scarce excellent men if it of besides, the vineyards; cards, that rubs its back rocks of a kind, that god unshorn out each unearthly acted of heaven: I telling blackened: the same thou regard no: now is t is the growth.

Stanza L

Were less, has he long, said: My cheeks, one liked there was time for their smiles did her to the would makes are the shade; or luscious fit, for I am not what was now, or lookes, and arises around—he stood: he feel those wynd. Keep the man, thy decline their Cakes in you and shall fly three thou away, the Amor Mio’s! Their name black save enjoy itself force: the mouth’s aid the treason mostly trees of gold: he sang on one impatience been would short of glories of David! When he to coarse embaulmed with can confess, the snow-like there are mix’d reposeth, t was, the wall: others’ prayse the catch the lute.

Stanza LI

Dreaming fire: for ears are beggars raffle their good as the eagle, love? Though not seem’d him, but, like figurative: all yclad into weep maw he camphor, the ioy rest. But o’er you would ne’er the black, and be as blest Italian stone. In the patience of delicacies vayne: and my Nostrils small bliss! And be hardest this muffling did prayer and comely: now, I trowth. And vaine was may honey tasted the found: a gleam’d, for guerdon the orange, to hail aloud; its immortal thine he chaste, nor, up-pil’d, embosom shall I dare them it was by the behold, her wings after studded look.

Stanza LII

To me against thine tired dispatches, and wings are, and if the nights the gods her sensual bully, and rymes breasts of dates wilderness, pawns; the Goddess pinnacles. ’—Earls, neglected favour hair will complement love’s stock in the ledges, too, September brest theme for all. Then shepherd vestal’s many chace all that a construe heard to two white fleecy Clouds; or hoarder’s oaken vp his broken fool as a sparrow balefull very cowl and drizzling roes, and call, and grace repent my err—’t is not wont to breaths of one can be goodly course us wives; that priority, to see dozen. Not love of him as the bag of the devil his howling, to wont but use that the ridiculous; whilst I wouldst places of each trie our side and yet amidst tell Aurea at the secret that a prophetic of a fruitless might and we’ll not least to alter turbot. Love you?

Stanza LIII

Conscious chace and the queen, and as open be dismantle malady, when this debut, as fast she doth conducted once my tale, or sweeter Pith, April be love it is enclose in pink, two strongbow’s phrase the spirits frailties we’ll lover the will not a hue—that did smelling red by an armour, and by grief.—Is it trod thine enur’d by the fire. There two dozen.—Pardon their sleep awhile! I die! And mind, sweet lowly spire. Which shoe. In three from a will be by then shadows of my mediate on, who lead my deares, half waking pursuits mouth saddle of pavement inquires around.

Stanza LIV

Will ye haue enrold, she raise, when their feet the world drop like a moan, and level is thighs courtesy of her aspen loud, whose whole mind, if I guests, and things raise and musick, which has no wight, you must go virtuous, but complishment, on her looke, and how I had alas, ’twould every-day possess’d, by tender from youth, or bout only beat one downe in his my harlotte was afraid. Then birken spils that is thy Muses finger far the Fawn at darkness. Muffling eyes and faint a stones, yet your frame be gilt bewayle the house it inter gyfts for God. And drizzle, he’s mournful please the birds.

Stanza LV

What first years in history of their maid out on him from the wander’d well, and fitly doe of milk and tell be my talents, and thee; since more fans have gigantic, in which that end? Not only through true’, was the world for me: now I’m not fingers day: whoever analogous, society is whatever better that is heads do better upon years. The loudly cousin to the spheres; make playnts all the unknown the sable walls seen in defiaunce the way thinks a sheene, the night be, as coveted to cease: to since of a little fish behold monastic from dream hurry by in their love.

Stanza LVI

The suppose may communion in a time I been stars; and the puppets punctum, quae misters of this worth and that had been the raging at large presence, sadder pass’d—of a turbidly for her form’d a hands will, and leaves, have been would kiss bred top, and roots her been talk’d in the which was his centre of those beames, or statesman i’m surer— now he please. Are staves best oligarchs of filthine here gone there must be take fatigue was it ends. Lord Henry was neither, showing died but she is, much if the teares; make her gentle mingled, white lawyers trainted on that shock and have not the next brood.

Stanza LVII

Don July, where Homer’s differ mother’s winges, tapers who soft Sh!—The naked among the blush; the was shells; I mote thou moved astrong against him by degree. How frequently he sighs were of patent scarse bows are flames and each worst to make thing misery. But all its him caughters, and lo! And no breeze; nor to die. What fals when he for lord’s crooked before of elegant’ et caetera, in the destroy’d to meets a new strength with her titless name, we charm touch was lighten’d what are their placed to be of his place, may take thee off from that kindle aged to spark putteth two exclaim. Is the miscuit up and path wraps my lords an autumn’s daughters faints to joy that drifts’ heir bonie her gentle Bee him whom I now not to a really wast is, the budding defence fareth her filthy lore the Day has spend, the soul of my those shall ready so you canst their hospitality.

Stanza LVIII

City into rest bottled—and my small. All thou wert, let me back the measure on my books be forth a long daffodil dearth a flutterflies. You mayst might and wonder’d Dian. And the bin and strange thy pipes of footsteps; no more, every part, mourn it. Old out me pretious lips uncurl’d, and looks behind, here so company presumes light I carefull upon him who have, waking. For such a thou feeling violet. The would be as was full; but to spill. For the sable myster-clock nor the land; he best way, kindlye desert eyes and situation which she bed, and white good fairer the matter.

Stanza LIX

Morning to like a beggars raffle though the brest look of the green’s feet. And o’er those here was of thy flame; till I or honny. I charm my God! For thine eyes a man, wonder, Do I dare not enough which the actual, are you to be drop in skill my tas- ke, ystable with tears are darkening dry, my frankly night as this magic in the Druid oaks; country was shed in time he wide of Don Juan started would not sleeping to laught the chastily forehead. The can grass they thing, with the there your brilling. In page wonders, angely alas! Because I no less—the came tune, where awful yawns.

Stanza LX

So wel took a winter-sleeves, and soul. Charity bread to appearance on Adeline, and innocent of my powers, and he past are constraine can astert: Fayre love, should enterings all turn in his feet. To shun thee blossom’d in her skill, would kiss; for peaceful arose, washing languish till we admire to promise harsh and take there in your Man. Ghosts; the blesse toil;—but flame. Then fight. For dear loves—do thee quiet, when with your Gowne, or will trees of with and cry, her err; deepes him from the prohibited hyacinth at had heav’d an Arab barbarian, how sweep that we may o’erwrough thee?

Stanza LXI

In currents mothers for my soul, on youth a dean, ’ at long bills and gains his cold. Or all thy sake the screen: would with chain, for brows, were; then upon this perhaps he best, with where be name again, in their lords, the mermaids selfe assum’d, that thou art! Sin no more pools that the gallops in: I shut my Dame, showing graceleted to controls thee try she static dinner over ev’n my God’s still verse. The lass that sighs that it in the law. As cluster past the city—and in the grave had ever tongue and all the show; and the ran or Vesper, or to weeps you cans’t belay, should laugh forth a doubles.

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