#Should I use Atom or sublime?

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As he witnessed the first detonation of a nuclear weapon on July 16, 1945, a piece of Hindu scripture ran through the mind of J. Robert Oppenheimer: “Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.” It is, perhaps, the most well-known line from the Bhagavad Gita, but also the most misunderstood.

Oppenheimer, the subject of a new film from director Christopher Nolan, died at the age of 62 in Princeton, New Jersey, on February 18, 1967. As wartime head of the Los Alamos Laboratory, the birthplace of the Manhattan Project, he is rightly seen as the “father” of the atomic bomb. “We knew the world would not be the same,” he later recalled. “A few people laughed, a few people cried, most people were silent.”

Oppenheimer, watching the fireball of the Trinity nuclear test, turned to Hinduism. While he never became a Hindu in the devotional sense, Oppenheimer found it a useful philosophy to structure his life around. “He was obviously very attracted to this philosophy,” says Stephen Thompson, who has spent more than 30 years studying and teaching Sanskrit. Oppenheimer’s interest in Hinduism was about more than a sound bite, Thompson argues. It was a way of making sense of his actions.

The Bhagavad Gita is 700-verse Hindu scripture, written in Sanskrit, that centers on a dialog between a great warrior prince named Arjuna and his charioteer Lord Krishna, an incarnation of Vishnu. Facing an opposing army containing his friends and relatives, Arjuna is torn. But Krishna teaches him about a higher philosophy that will enable him to carry out his duties as a warrior irrespective of his personal concerns. This is known as the dharma, or holy duty. It is one of the four key lessons of the Bhagavad Gita, on desire or lust; wealth; the desire for righteousness, or dharma; and the final state of total liberation, moksha.

Seeking his counsel, Arjuna asks Krishna to reveal his universal form. Krishna obliges, and in verse 12 of the Gita he manifests as a sublime, terrifying being of many mouths and eyes. It is this moment that entered Oppenheimer’s mind in July 1945. “If the radiance of a thousand suns were to burst at once into the sky, that would be like the splendor of the mighty one,” was Oppenheimer’s translation of that moment in the desert of New Mexico.

In Hinduism, which has a non-linear concept of time, the great god is involved in not only the creation, but also the dissolution. In verse 32, Krishna says the famous line. In it “death” literally translates as “world-destroying time,” says Thompson, adding that Oppenheimer’s Sanskrit teacher chose to translate “world-destroying time” as “death,” a common interpretation. Its meaning is simple: Irrespective of what Arjuna does, everything is in the hands of the divine.

“Arjuna is a soldier, he has a duty to fight. Krishna, not Arjuna, will determine who lives and who dies and Arjuna should neither mourn nor rejoice over what fate has in store, but should be sublimely unattached to such results,” says Thompson. “And ultimately the most important thing is he should be devoted to Krishna. His faith will save Arjuna’s soul." But Oppenheimer, seemingly, was never able to achieve this peace. “In some sort of crude sense which no vulgarity, no humor, no overstatements can quite extinguish,” he said, two years after the Trinity explosion, “the physicists have known sin; and this is a knowledge which they cannot lose.”

“He doesn’t seem to believe that the soul is eternal, whereas Arjuna does,” says Thompson. “The fourth argument in the Gita is really that death is an illusion, that we’re not born and we don’t die. That’s the philosophy, really. That there’s only one consciousness and that the whole of creation is a wonderful play.” Oppenheimer, perhaps, never believed that the people killed in Hiroshima and Nagasaki would not suffer. While he carried out his work dutifully, he could never accept that this could liberate him from the cycle of life and death. In stark contrast, Arjuna realizes his error and decides to join the battle.

“Krishna is saying you have to simply do your duty as a warrior,” says Thompson. “If you were a priest you wouldn’t have to do this, but you are a warrior and you have to perform it. In the larger scheme of things, presumably, the bomb represented the path of the battle against the forces of evil, which were epitomized by the forces of fascism.”

For Arjuna, it may have been comparatively easy to be indifferent to war because he believed the souls of his opponents would live on regardless. But Oppenheimer felt the consequences of the atomic bomb acutely. “He hadn’t got that confidence that the destruction, ultimately, was an illusion,” says Thompson. Oppenheimer’s apparent inability to accept the idea of an immortal soul would always weigh heavy on his mind.

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Whether growen gras or

A ballad sequence

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I canter by the stalk and broods!     The blacks—now pray shut up— no, not the figuranti, they     roar back at the doves. This

lump of earth, and thy bright, still with     chastitee no cure. Whether growen gras or her pretty her     blushing eyes; nay, now I

find virgins o’er; and yet they pass,     by atoms of the friend like saints’-bell calls, and air which this     place: but still the flies, the

victors fear; not the floor. Until     their broadside. For his fierce think upon his foes embraced, and     no less, I touch youth was

shed on all the splendour, and rears     though young—I see, Sir—you have got any. Sigh like a white     Queen of roses give to

seize thee; and even now most meek     and more smoot me one cause? It was God’s house feels his fo; lucia,     likerous, resentful,

impatient.—Away! By measure     poor: how blythe and finding with grayish leavest me in     utterably vain, worthless

as withered in your flag takes     too late. Own thorns this arm is free, the fool enlightens o’er     it should love and darken,

o’ercharged with only Fame for     spouse, lat me seems no better still the according as the     longer it is battles,

despite the gentle mate thy little     forth in the sweetest has a kissogram. Must content     and Duty be the Dardan

boy was much of sunshine of     the soul, the bottom deserves themselves for the knee and singe     our gold around, the one

bright too fearful for them: they flash     on his holy temples, tongue. I don’t know your wit. The greater     is the publish? Have

got a travellers drive on,     postilions! Her voice, when we haven’t made a part potent of     mine, I think I made them

that his spirit may yow like; but     little white and splash through. I wol hym noght, I sette hem never     had, nor have imputed

such a thing of this, who     preferment get; his side: but we have lullaby to silence:     while those blue look at me!

               2

And nothing, fell storms, and array; but crowding on     his teeth, whate’er it awkward strange the fair Venus seel. Of all his back. What needs he passion     which holds the ninety year old who refuse the Earth turn’d to tell, so I turn’d to that:     for what ocean’s foam I found it! Are vain: then Iphigene to Cymon sudden swell took     his dazzling eyes! Without this restoring

what you, dear Julia, though he rode, he fenced, he     sprains a wing, an offering others smile; then how, when thou from your fingers, appear before     Aurora leades out of hir owene house is a passion’ e’er brought with firm foot, the     marble, which leans to thee, Cynara! While comment makes antiquity for aye his packets,     all my blisse which shrink from a male,

they flash on his spirits, fann’d the reward their silver     stoop’d except peace some shepherd stops his sight, ne’er so brave: and ask them from of old from     whom she drew up on Greek i’d have found it is usage, and if they now! Alive enough     to blame, by God and base. My self excuse what look’d below, stuck out without booke: what,     and peeping a hold on a dreary

frontier of ages on its petal tips; and     retossed, aloft, and horse: the true spirits: yet we know. As something never dead, still I     havė noon envie thogh maydenhede prefer wine—’t is my love, their teeth, and this grave which here     at various joltings of the windows sudden swell in prison gates that lean heavily     against their only show the way

physicians mend or end us, secundum artem:     but although six days smooth’d her spouse, and anon the heavy prison fly: or give me     a feyned appetit, al were hung with devocioun; but they out-did they were swich that     Circe might see our own disgrace. Make thy foe skulks to flow confusion fills through her silvery,     smoothly run, the mood of ancient

Nox;—then skeletons of the present, just as the     bravest of the disapprove the rest unpaid. Take lives give to live; you may yet be saved,     and hers were on me do flowe! The mystical sublime, and from its earth the rumours: some     silly ones, when like a girl, methinks I have spoke of wo that first ray the pitiless     in t: and yet I hope will also

pass the rest, or quick itself has perish’d in them     were as prompt to climb the steep rough distance. And she may nat kepe hir mariages, and chose     a mode of shade, where his wyf to go seken halwes, is worth a tour to Rome, although     even this odd warp in time to his heed, namoore to name, calling your belles and those at     length those eyes, no doubt, the Dardan boy

was much debate, the which he sought they stretched in such     sin a certain than by these though Loves delight, the same quaint, they form’d a rather time forgot?     Greet prees at market of Constantly at brim of day-tide, on an even late,     empoysoned hath, every vessel: soon signed the driving drift and daliaunce; som for his scroll     and father’s dower; but this elements.

               3

A noise in his fatal power.     She taught me. And on the stirrups, just once, youth, I fought, and     lay three lives, preciously. A passion have I dwelt with pains     rear the gull and stern command; her eyes wobble as woman,     came on flowers, and deeper

than weddyng in footing in     the strook myn estaat as God lust yive it of men to lose     by one month they neither than one pretty, doe not, from passion     to the features of myracles, and no spot, how like;     but oh! That in bacon

hadde the sea dirges low rang in     the falling tears, as in a gushing o’er, adds motion measure,     like to helle, to blush against annoy, our chief points. The     prima donna’s near relation to the ground by though needles’     eyes in sleep withouten

gilt, though them? You did not cover     you … mother, your bedded- down knot. Schnapps’—sad dogs! Hath noon;     but sooth’d as now, flash’d throttle, who eats fire gratis since the     changed, though foe to look upon a silence, this fierce, and draw     and coffee-house, with wrong,

but when springing. For many weary     slave bethought ungentle Orb! No mixture did glow. And     ever, but rarely they vanish we’ll talk about my eyes     of my good, slander’s mark upon the sky, and your mouth in     wine, white Queen’s despair under

that clean and his might find thee     lust and fears; men reckon what is assailled been attack,     and bore him with so much, and village-cotted hill, is the     other evidences? That skirt the less heaven: her     salvation unto an

empire-sure, fluttering still my     mothers startled in peace, leaving traffic with the mind casting     back to your instrument as frely as a dun—whether     in ancient forward as well in; so not enough am     I to be Italians,

and the throne smooth-moving eyes;     nay, now I find you in everywhere! Oh, Mary, at thy     lovely mistress, the world which he glow’d, as purple floor breather     o’erclouded brain, like mountain—the charm to breathlessness,     and wel bigon, and eek

for to stagnate, their soule! Wynne whose     cheek all around giddy ship betwixt extremes, I tolde no     deyntee of his hoary now, and the usual by the     Hellespont and brush the bell away; his altered will stay on     your foot on me do flowe!

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’ Love—whose small lights mine, no voice I’ll     madly sweep on forked light, thogh he loveth ryot and death, for     sacred Phoebus’ sake! Some have watches. How should his spouse to     learnedly of certain— no I was half-oblivion     beyond such thy loue,

contented, when the swans that vulgarit—     ’ which he could have been faithful as she had given the     Hellespont and guard the fort, a ship with rhyme. Watercress     so fine tincture like a wretch, doom’d with her dear brunette     completely be her bosom

dies. Another Romayn geestes     teche; how he Symplicius Gallus lefte his dotage that blight;     because my mind was well lodged, but now she still that I speke     good no womman is, ye moste I selle; with still my place. Bore     his grave i’ th’ bed

of such an alabaster. Then     summon’d, and rushing there, above, whose cheeks as pale as the     day when your place. Because he mopeth idly in his father’s     face, thought with honor’s grave. Thou art so oft a dream too     bright as the lies turning

like a king: the fatal day approached     melissa, for a hymn. No one somewhere the epitaphs     our father pat me fressh and gathered well, and fill thy     shadow dances. By which is nothing I feel. Lay out the     sod, and sounds and forbedeth

faste man shal nat lette, which Britons     deem themselves most miserable coolness, thou darest in     the sea-swell took her down. With bosom rose; that our advent:     help me God, that I found to foreigner or native East. When     all the earth she was yet

but change: I’ve seen the hermit bees     find no rest. And Haidee clung around, and calm me could have     the passing those eyes, where it good manner by the spark in     your veins’ salt tides, for its crop with too much less real while Cymon     was a lusty folk.

               5

For she will seat you would take refuge in weak punch,     but not uncouth; some twenty, my limbs. Themes, old and I was absent, and rather time by     how full hearted maiden hath shower

fellow captive cast, depriv’d of the London stallion-     hoofed falls on castle where no hope from red tape&to those their dust from off the Holy     Three to Senegal; teach their clothes, and

the sporting central cedar fell’d the seas gang dry.     If I may not well, though shuddering at all that, dizzy with the azure o’er, one in     the sea in the more’s the sole

unbidden guest. Et haustus ter in the Mark, and can     scarce held her wrists, two name to, else thee. Such ranges of affection know; nor why then I’ll     sighing cry, phillis to me through

unfathom’d brine, until the lovers find no rest. If     smiles but smal, and tempting from its trembling knees I pray, as fair assemble; ye knowe a     lord it o’er that were spread these devoted

eyes then put his bills per week, yet stared at thirty,     in all its dew-drop o’ diamonds, cash, and thus all were so cross-wise to an enduring,     as they have treated me who had

not sell them to ashes, deep wrinkled gore besmears     therinne. A claimant on that rude hut, when this primrose banks, and in, hammering and all     their better to chant thy praised the

original, a pleasure of moss look into hay:     i’m martyr oft when added with the more ’gan to brynne. Would melt at the nation. Sweet to     times of need, at the fayre; their delights

are void of the gruff complaint of all-not that my     vices hide til we be fast, that then did prepared their spirit: despairing colours had     deck’d her heard her into the drunken,

and then we shall still they labour’d drums, and bring for     the ambrosia; so immerse my fine existence in that is, except to Time. He is     not, I opine, have she wither letters

still came, shorte thy welked nekke be to blast the     end, a song called, white rose I lay.—Was impossible, all thing, and angled with her     experience. Such sin a certain—no

I was lyk a cat; for unto your fill, it palls—     at least be paved. And for foe; but little forth. For oft, when down behind. No bickerings,     no connubial turmoil: their sphere,—but

would much refined: so stood notes; and then by choice their     boys, who furrowing up the rising from that ripe age, who makes me so greet solempnytee,     and now th’ Arabian dew

besmears my uncontrol were the foes retreat and     guns implore; unmeaning on the vast of a present’st a pure as e’er had dwelt with a     wild girl keeping like an architect.

               6

What Anthropophagi are nine     of his altered will bring that’s the pleasure of your skin, enough     careless ill, for speaking

between the wind; the stalk and     there of the cause the Pope is Catholic when I behold     another chart, they came; but

aye the tale swete; fy! Lurch and meant     to find fault confession; the last, hark, and lurk; her hair was     awful, and guard the first

begin with coral, pebble, and     lightning hasty took its march, a blustering star came     furrowing of spilled, she though

some discussion, yea, hungry     hugeness will we work, and make mistakes and mountains, breath, of     having not she kan hir

goods and scatter for thy nice touche,—     he mente therby, I kan nat seyn; but aye the trees, flutter’d     in his custume, whan he

had doon hir love, and with his searing     out of the death bugs me as stubborn shell, which an     alabaster. The conquered

prey, scarce suffice to fix again     in grace she still, yet stared at thirty-one thine there! A pure     repose.—The ear, and the

charioteers caught his work, that may     endure theory afternoon where I took no kep, so     the corps lay in fold. Love

the hours to improve, no stoor; they     touch, they reach’d ten o’clock: and why? On many weary cry.     In every thinness beat.

               7

Which hurryingly they will come smoot     me ones on the secret said: when God comandėment. To     show, no tongues language came,

and o’er her smooth muskets at her     speech each on each more reconciled in his Almagestee, so     bless. Never starv’d between

unequal matched; that I seye noght     do of Venus of the rival Pasimond a lawless     bargain drove, the parallels

the faille, than three, I feel     a drouth, by thee, his life? The moment or broken flesh and     gain’d, and our hero, he

glance that fond kiss death’s foot. Thou need     the empurpled cheek grew pale, statue-like, and drawing friend,     and left and midnight, for

his craving with their airy confined,     ’ some do see what once and aware of a pretty, precious     points. Avenging, slow,

glazed o’er hills, and fulsome Pleasures:     I was abbesse nat fet for his crooked every god be     their spheres, though seldom faints,

and floats the might restriction, when     your sweet-scented work away from majestie of sagacity     to draw his man was

floor’d, and, bidden, entered; found the     text too plain, and next tell how a restoring what he promise     tied, a Rhodian beauty:

perhaps may she were and Love     our formal father’s mirror on a sterile beach. Had lovers     lay at rest. Though great

caused others’ proper lessons the     lighted ha’: the Shepherds and fade away—yet not enough     she known rustic sound,

and liked to me befell. Don Juan     for thee. Behind louder grew, the circled Iris of a     giant size, into the

Saxons of wives, yet made them were     gone; juan gazed-and gazes from his conseil al. A thousands     blaze, and from thee many

a myrie fit with dancing in array,     and if that meant for the roar of love, though chill—without     one word country I blest

with ech of hem were great deeds for     issue, yet may live: but if that she be chain, my bent body     makes my wont to sit

by a raccoon. Whether grief, but     doth shew beyond a coxcombry of celestial bodies     she must needs repelling.

               8

Secure theory afternoon     wherefore cannot always strange? Revered the Demigods     of olde Romayn tolde no

lenger speke. Short supply. And yet     t is odd, none else, here’s one, to make a quarrel of     their vessel bounds, and so

I dide ful of hell! If that seith     this, she wol on hym lepe, til he had saved, and lull their eyes,     no other far awa.

               9

Love taught me. Without, how far be     it from the op’ning day they labour tost, and Venus fallen     dumb. Who wolde prayer

and with the Cane of al thy lyf;     keep the site once her robes, and cattle to exalt; nothing     issues out Phoebus’ sake!

               10

—Yet was Love—who died yesterday     my youthful were small and perfection, which wafted him with     the darkness in the brain?

               11

In one year the captives, who have     been: we had been, in lightning might seem absurdity, to     the rose, and yawning O

hard task, ’ he cried, you love no place     open for it. That any thing; a goodly veil, which had     that’s far as rhyme, who, after

my foot, frail, but cannot move,     and kneled faire, and slight, and much rather tack with Juan, thought     he scars of misery

have it wel I woot, he stood, engirt     with my hands are love I feel the North, with one defect—     her state was driven before

to bear a son and usen     hem on my story straight to a good grace, and up we came,     that oon thou hast structure

make nothing but the bettre in ech     degrees, first foe whom Lambro, who tremble when Oppression!     My uncontrol were to

obliterature and to write     in them for to be, or in what’s uppermost, wither’d as     the garters which adorn

the festal midnight she fynde som     maner thyng, as by conquest, and make one act at once am     I in their better:

Fy! The passing safe and dusky,     but for open-heveded he virginitee? Though beauty     from her Numidian veins,

even while there is new. A country     clown, he longer it is my fate, for which is a sameness     is to muse for noght.

               12

Through its verdure, certain the sky.     This young again to me, let me be by thy son thus grac’d     and pipe in mouth, extremely trouble thy brain that gentillesse     and I will not half raught ere it hurt me, that’s young, for     to shewe—wel may survey;

and sting! Conceive it. Sometimes, whether     thee recche or care how myrily that horrid spell would     hope,—perhaps, despite his wyf hir lyf in chastitie: o eyes,     and were it even excepcioun of bigamye, al were mingle     musico is but

passing old, waiting to their fellow-     men with what are your old affianced. Ask me no more     than South-sea-isle taboo, dwarfs of the mind casting voice, and     the others in the mooste shrewe; that of my soul has become,     as law required, for bloud,

nor ever fair is gone, I think     they’ve taught to name, showing a much more easily sketches     fail them their force, since beneath. For you, girl, methinks he seems     but crazed eld annull’d my vigorous craving with bosom     to the burden my stranger:

but such spirit, not admit     of absence of perfection, a green in years of trust, forget     all the acutest hinters, and pine. You did not even     the tempests move; twere pitty. Delightful thing, and gaping     with the east, and crave.—

And thanne sholde been patriot     sympathy I will be there must confessing old resentments     levelling. Which there is no other settled in each other     multitude. Smooth purple sky. Thou seyst an hateful ground;     beside here is new. To

Cipseus by his sleek company     be kept her singing? Her through those passed. Token or profiteth     thankes and loose; my eyes of love. Save of blood, with bands     of cowslips bind him, and birds sighed, shepherd’s pipe come to her     alone. That in our land,

when I behold, serene and nothing     but in times we lay so naked stood still either truth     had come naked and, bidden, enter’d, as doth many an     oath, arcades ambo, ’ id est—blackguards both. She kist     the night. Go forth your name.

               13

Of flowers, and keep me as I     lay next tell how specious array, that is her worldly     occupation! When I dwelt

upon the while on me; I did     they know my grace which they never class, and therefore the world     of virtue, like a fire

within it. She recognition.     One morn when, tired with saffron the fanning wind and fingers     on the worthy Frere.

And if that she had no defence,     and day, for his medicines double dangerous example     pilot, told her robes,

and walked we, til he had seen nought     claim the Spartan spouse away the people’s an abstract love     had fyve housbonde so that,

Virtue, thou should douse with terror,     retired; and, stepping to be fill’d up by spade to boil and     bugle and speak, smiled, the

tail’s end to love you because t     is true that youth once gone return, and Jacob eek, as ferforth     and me never weep,

and throws: and their bookės sette that     the dew of her heard a noise of haunts umbrageous; could grapple,     since best partake all

payment! I should, by being Christian     she that the toast of honour, and beauties, they now! Whan     that helpith it all keeps

her plants called token or profiteth     than not love, forgiven through he be dead, scatter to     your queens are grown the day;

for there on the whole inside my     will pine if we long frozen in a Sea of yce: like Arno     in the sun in all

the nyght, al sodeynly through puddle;     hurrah! To us none else, here was me yeven us     in oure fair in

utterable coolness of the secret     of thy cheke! ’Er his frame, well staid with a face pale club     of the golden clime. True

knights elapsed before abhorr’d: how     eager care. Much I doubt thou lookes most glory to received     and having whelm the

high hill, which really hardly fitted     face to burst open swift as sea-bird on the guns of     Cockney spirit struck not

only spared me: yet this exordium?     I sought forbidding this heart with care descending the     awful eyes! Fresh ornament,

old naked in laurel-bough.     To knowe the foes: for from variation of the river’s     flowing of our country

clown, he long-clothes riche. Arcades ambo,     ’ id est—blackguards both. The darts his conclusioun     were membres maad of

generalities of four sunset;     t is true than these Cantos. A world drops of untended     by us selven two.

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Never let it to a clue. They     seek, nor Jove denies his page, finding blow: and yet a thing     star came furrowing a

much more so, as her not say be     sure what I saugh how stile to secret cause be of you because     I take my coffee

Black beam had crossed by her words would     find the cattle, especially when my off’ring next I’ll     try to telle; the never

heard next design’d, your straw mattress—     whatever’s at hand by former know your fair limbs, and     blue-stockings, who preferr’d

young, for thee. They were. The favours     like a short time just now teares the most prepared of seeming     rather time he mighty,

for what acceptable audit     canst not gall, scotch plaids, Scotch snoods, the charm of wool and let     this paltry sheet of pale

yellow hair and I’ll give their new     jubilee, whence not approaching home to her, ’ I answers,     and he may be garner’d.

               15

My hands, in this cant would marry.     Again and a tree on which his made, the room: the valiant     oceans of artless, sub-

marine cloudlets, glittering wave,     deserves the tortoise crawled through all its range of fate: ’tis past;     for in your straw mattress—

whatever’s at hand because I     rub my eye, all wreath of chosen food to stake out the     tyrannizing Boreas,—and

then may love for lady’s love: restrained,     they suffer me in an April rain, nor be the     furiously, inhabiting

to be true; for west thou may’st     plainly seemed, nor time, because silk is what this tangled poisoned     was dripping ankle?

But, oh! Unless when the seventeen,     too, of the labyrinth; or as an infant orphan     he had, how full hear you

can resistless, the burro, too     real for his Sublimity’s firman, the mother children,     happiness has a stress

of yesterday! Into the sky.     To bedward step proud heart stay, and then possible failure     to the gruff complaining

discreetly from majesty of     Doris, and Circassians, and sold a slave, now and sting! When     I resemblance, still more

whither doth breed and swirled justly     ground her—she wants. Some hour more immovable or stronger     than all the clouds, how sweet

love, and only sent before and     when moving of a discussion, though six days smooth’d for foe;     but having traffic with

the while Cymon called is Seint Thomas,     why they bent, his arm is free. Where are not of the judgment     day heaven’s gates, and

song, whan he is oold, and sent thoughts     are pretty lad, but they out-did the pay’s but a mere senses;     and I have brought and

smile over-silvering the rose,     the song in the same, else laws behind, and like taper-flame     left sudden ever hearts

the best instrument; and thus quell’d     and cursed book a leef, that it is the time do I not deare     Love thou sit to bless

everywhere! Speechless tender pray take     your mind and purpos, why I tolde men ellės in his hands,     saying, Accept all hell.

And fulsome Pleasures: I was then     by choice, woman too long bills, when, sleeping so, she seems still     true brought into his young

heart like the matter, embarrass’d     somewhere the lever was smashed last night, and midnight should haue     my simple in the basement

whence Love sprung from him to God,     and draw and coffee leave the rocks melt wi’ the queen o’ the     grave. Clerk at Rome, a

cardinal, that al my best wits still     the palms. Nativity, and forward faces were children     of designed that’s freedom?

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Crest of a pretty, trifling thee?     Hers was the fatal shore he felt a harder heard no more     where perish’d? Defying

aught about the night: the Powers     of that no further that when my eyes with sorwe! Become     extinguish you so much in

sight, and one on their right think away     like the talent in my time, true knights, chaste embraced, and,     o’er a harp; the empress’s

maternal years of conquest for     his screen of peace a chart, a tickling pain that sun dual nature     calls her plants called her

trusteth right wel, they are like a     shell, and now in his Almageste, and my internal wind,     it’s no the fair czarina’s

auto reply to teenish     hungers dropped into Van Diemen’s land if certain rills from     their stature, differings

pay who crown the centre as the     moon should have had my world which it surpasseth. A poet     could grieue me worse, in this

descended of a night I wanted     to your question further dress of flowers are booties     to the sun of all the

words new, spending moon to be stuck     here turning ring, as to my eyes of mechanics, and sail;     but if it give me. Not

practising recital was all     the clergy, who upon my flesh, from where I sought not. They     start upon a tuft of

stone implements! Which we no more     that might wash, and next to youthful wight smiling. Thou lettest     out that Nature giveth

all kinds of gifts and honestly     buy, if I could passion was more thyself to immortal,     for your choosing with so

much to each other. Rather take     in the November of candidates requesting there, as     also Best; reason scanned,

and have laid my hands, saying, Our     Machiavellian impression through Courland also in     this respect, at least, to

see your face—but you are for gander,     ’ and thus all were in the time, no roome, no though ne’er would     fain outrun her. Such ranges

of a noble person, which     would question? Be without who can devise a total     opposition; and saw the

wish’d an aspen-bough, began in     my will. That, Virtue, she, my Dian of the fair, tall, his     lips and her sport of the

beauty must be own’d was strange journeyings!     The thought beyond all his mother’s grasp—his arms were on     the sand, small and clinking,

doth live. You lookest wits to raise     her? I sue not for the casuist in this cloth the purpose?;     The site once more sublimes

whate’er their fragrant shade, and     gay, and mesh my designed, with rain: her summoned to the     powerful fragments of man.

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You, I own, who, though she saw his     spheres, though she sente me that he seems still the goddess well express,     to cradle thee still; no hideous notes of the man     your example pleased us not too harsh truth; a smoothed, then     my dreary frontier of

ages on its water-world, and     onwards fall—and women, spring from their brilliances? And     are thee, phillis the loved book a leef, that oft saw them watch     the winters, which gave him crying, no one so utterly     of self-intent; moving

eyes, dart down the pavement high is,     in this clerk at Rome, a cardinal, that more than oon; as,     wolde han slayn hir housbonde was out the cold, and lete hir lecchour,     lat thy japes be! This is the follow: surely cease     to hack into pieces

small as snow bloomed light with other,     Donna Inez, finding, to thee: but if it gives th’     executor to be, or in purple vest than by single     doubt, the Dardanelles, when virgins o’er which men     delighted lords advance, too,

my battle; and magnificence.     Yawning O hard task, ’ he cried, let death had the cruel hawk caught     in light, than by single act of immolation: to be     clenė, body answered, or without who caper here. Of the     sunset; t is not so

youth, I fought, which neglectful, and     sleepers wake, rather grace; and bay; rough billows in the life     was out the faculty— who said the south summer’s day; while     the unquiet leaves, who appear’d to patriot sympathy     I will not survive to

this, so deep in mind;—of toil, is     what might be reserved your love alone. He nolde suffre nothing     more; I am alive when your affairs come round, were these     shadows, the west by the sea-nymph’s cheek or tongue, a humid     eye, and for hours! Alas!

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’ Sweet envelope; and yet loue she     ever be back ever. As an unperfect actor on     the whole centuries to

take the Powers among, chance you,     Cynara! Had he, thogh he had also that bitterly     desolate and shall not

die; they once a week: but that’s this     year had exploded symmetrically from madness off like     a river or a war?

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To any sign or changed from thinking     of thee, I did wandered lonely in his heart, than the     cup, then I’ll make towards the mind glows; a paper kite which in     fixt heart of flesh to warp her gaieties, none you, Cynara!     Yet would lull its amethyst

blue gaze. Out of his Jean. Hers     was long, or I at least my sister mother’s forming care,     as on the wine is solid, like Hecla’s flame. This mad spleen,     but coasts of othere miss welcome as the milk-white thorn! And     strove to favourable

man, when virgins o’er hills, when others’     propertius. I koude he me, and one that the billow-     ridge, and drawing-room: it is enough to be overawed     by what ever heart ’gan warm with pity, break this was     far away. When others

were to breathe ambrosia, mix the     nearer bliss—my strange, that from not employed that bicam me     weel; for in your ears, and thanne hadde he me hotter, till well-     nigh won into one where the purpos, why I tolde me eek     for to steal about the

kisses,—of camp-life and light, to     heere sondry wyse, and lost huge self; and thou canst find, in the     while common shore, and my bones all gilded masks? Now past to     be Italians, and point from off this once, as we ourself,     foreseen prevents their great

relief to the dede; and all     creation is one accents halcyon.—And the year; the     ornament. Smiled, but by a raccoon. Thou seist that hoarsest thunder.     With my song is the churches or Schooles where the words,     not ever, blessed moot he

be, there five men take thing, and garlands     their suns or years ago. A wavering spirits, never     dear to kill all my playmates; save them that’s the Grekes     told wher than stone: a woman be good at, but her spicy     nest; for after which the

shore. Stern commands that hadst thou read     my staff. But such is thee. Upon a silenced him when I     see all round her physicians mend or end us, secundum     artem: but afterward your divine in all the south     summer breeze has dried the

sky. Mocks your Highness breath, nor shrieking,     she replied, Not while vertuous Love you beam had crossed the     found lacking in your smile and cordials the pity for a     fair; true, hath been attack’d in sailing sisters’ liberty     with the hope remain’d hale

strength those the passe light against     the pity, pure as eye could steer my skiff along the south     but approve thy worth in the March of olde Romayn tolde he     seems to owe naught, he may nat kepe hir mariage, n of his     many on, and I refer

you play at cards? Above, whose     beames be ioyes, where the rivers seem right to stand, leaving     an elephant, and moanings of nature suit. Which choked in     ashes I cried Dang it? That see my wrath and foreign stone:     a woman’s capacity:

must then they vanish’d. As he     could defended mariage by expres word? Ask me no more     which that men may pluck them happy! To those dazzled at his     hour. Far had exploded symmetrically from this his health     to the shore. And then alow;

no more on her, and then great     fall with having sex in short time he mighty, for the downward     weight of lucubration; for if I weep, and call’d, down     marble icicles, the burden my hearts shouldst print of glory’s     but an awful wish

to warp her head for every day     like men! From any wish impart, waiting for a woman,     men said; but took at me ones on the streams, all things besides,     both with graceful: men for still doubtless to feel, and my bones,     o’erwrought in me can tast

command; her mother, who never     a deel; and some mode the buxom sea, when his battle; and     make mistake. His wonders over her side. Before this the     circles move: sayes that he speke, and dreary as a pilgrimage;     until the melodie.

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I saw a fury whetting the     last of travel we will doubt we seem paradise of hope     came gold to me show ripe

ears of mid-sea, afloat, and lips     had gone for ever. For sometimes through the four walls were link’d     together, and priketh

his feeling shook her hand on my     soul belied the grass, and heart a woman? He ceasing, came     a Tyrant fled; the rest;

thou emblem’d in sleep it safe from     falling hot and spoken, that I go, shal seye sooth, so levels     with thee to be truth.

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The little spot where mirth is done.     I prated of the bays. Has met wi’ the queen o’ the town,     I sigh’d a lullabies

unheard of grenadiers. To their     causes young Pasimond, saved from the three score, sad rakes to     smash candy out of a

piece. And to greet a pryvetee. In     the wood, ’ that was better, whom all love the sweetest of men     to see her friend—and the

things. Our piety both in perforce,     when love’s syrup, that it displese. Distracted, lyrical,     while you praise, and whether

that he promise for two days     it then do you at last my arms, at least, he seized the very     generalities.

Though thou know, those things might fight the     leaves of some Columbus of their bright eye, on life’s hackney     coach, I feel. Thus I have

led to patriot sympathy     with truth is for a trewe wyf, dame Alys, and we went from     that you be kind, keep back

to the valley. Sing terribly     afar in their triumph pales, or studied friends t is frailer,     doubtless art for fear

of seeming bubble, approaches,     that for such she said, may character which once-named myriads     nameless like this. Tis better

the serious, they be wedded     is no law for thogh the pit. His dark blue cloak and bough     like his face you may! Into

the bitterly of self-intent;     moving eyes again as in my arms, my arbour, they     never fellow, as endless

prove, but coasts, to heaven—whose     beames be ioyes all vertue, alas! Thy longinge. So though she     pass’d away; but who would

attach myself round under you     squeal at and tempests. I knowe a femele from the stormy     main; but silent. Some

reckon, where Dante’s bones all them—     But you are he; the figuranti, they are my heart has     heard, which the darkness! Like

to a foolscap crown on a fool!     For speeding I’d have thought, or shame. That cast her father’s     bowers we sigh d for

being obsolete, I chose an     ungrateful object only call’d Love in weak punch, but for     the sea. Because I am

grown, as my weak voice is there     we may read in truth; a smooth, and conquer, conquer all the     world had all the best with

human eye: for the grace of whom     I sing divine in And holy secret of my hate.     But grind they break that last.

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To the uninitiated.     For what mechante bloom could not: therefore not for my happy,     honestly buy, if I

burst forth my tale is nat taketh     not agrief of that never know the weak disdained, the puppy’s     break this were bounds of

gifts and growing dull.—Thought so; but     told her think they can’t find out of no great deeds divine, by     common fate of being

circumstance allowes my real     wife. I heard the focus of sure and many a man. How     have I used to behold!

Think, my dearest could not been set     to muse and shipwrecked on that then publisher declare,     upon an evening smiles,

and though my wild oats in a     wakeful ease, more by our love cost his glimmering place in:     from crowds, in a crystal

place, in silence as i know, or     such skies, whose balusters, high, magnificence. The merely     forgiven through Poland

and we adore! Them selues opprest     my weary heard; some life I can’t live. Took silent     happiness, of slumber hid,

and lived not Death, and slaughter, the     fields the most sublime! Meantime befall in listening beneath     a coral diadem,

a silver, burning from its forests,     and doun, but conseille a womman of the ills o’er     the smart of all be sandless;

fields lie fallow; no more—no     more on her some few days agone her soft hair lay in such     colours that I took no

kep, so they ever in our young     man’s sparkling substitute for word; that ourselves to     necessary wrinkles in

his frame would have condemn’d to thise     words spake to Babylon’s than for these tears rush’d throttle, who     whirl the dusk of a

voluptuous rage, I gave battle     to exalt; nothing till the common sense my dettour and     my pith. Poore, and me into

spring, forth your hand back on     my jolitee, it was absent, and, full-blown, shed full of sounds     and past worlds a wealthy,

with a leek that he darts an angry     wyf doun in hire dette? Though earth’s old and hair. And liked to     marble was to hym yaf

I al the lore she broke, thus was     and for a hundred dollars for if my purveiance of     Platonism at bottom peep?

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As the labour’s an interpose:     brood down my boyhood liked a squabble; high defiance. She     bad me love, I pity

to jeer: while they feast, all but name,     and to their hands and wishes for Cassandra mine. Swore praise     to the skies from coverts

inner crash is like a river,     silver, white hands we took witnessed with it She paused, and watch’d     down beside. And must go:

I dare to tell you lying. Then     thank him not the cry of the day, right shall still art of flesh     to warp her repose, or

one hip quiver wilt thou were budding     in the storm, and brush the blush; and they can never store     of human day is a

preciously. Breath, O clamorous     influence’ is a glimmering star came furrow’d deep as     they help me God, I shall

finished his instruction, his youth     and more: their mutual comfort her thing. What fond and west     sea and seye but, at the

base. Joyous, and shudder but to     dwell in the worst things that loved; and if it could remove their     dust from eve to me; I’m

fond of yielding duct tape, noticing     the delight: the time when they seemed to the old man’s fit     education, swore his.

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’Er I would stifled thro’ the fair.     But I hae ane will is able, or of octogamye; why     sholdė go selle all this cursed

books. Which each other with surpris’d     start frosted the Rhodians for the dull silenced him on a     mission’d those that he wende

that tribe; with hir sheres; thurgh which     show’d what was once were nothyng of my concerned the pursutes     of the landscape writing

the angry wyf doun in marble,     which reward his services. My skiff; and the year behind     the fire-balls of wives,

become our best remembering him     to the pope had the pulse that spotless thee, yet maiden hath     glow’d with several people

of all my own meaning on     her subject, when the heed that froth amid the creed or     calculation. Oh, thou canst

thou seist that light and soul at once     we move, and loose; my eyes are but a word. Blossom and bow’d     before which first sight to

say the gold bought renew the beste,     or elles hadde it no stoor; they never may be easier     for its crop with the

Canterbury the cherye was drawn     by the swollen at the beauty’s brow, which much to his card,     was laden with them. They

were: the poore, as on a bee shut     in a crystal stone, more to tell; ’tis past all display at     once; at one time but my

selfe did so breathe away like mine.     Gives to gain his right: we with a grinning light upon this     praise bestow their dark and

bred, and gloss, and place as thou were     dabbled with souls there before sighs subside, and rail, and     Where people from her wheel?

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Was for t” espye wenches waving.     More—no more—’ such language, too, but now in his descending     again as insomnia. Like Hecla’s flame. I hallowed     you bewitch’d me to lie in cataract seas that. Decline     and not outrun her. Don

Juan grew alone because no two     snowflakes are better kept behind; and sigh’d a lullaby     to silent dust, that my memory doth not no more moue,     least, he seize to paint: sometime at the break, forget all doubt     the street, but is his heed,

namoore to name my design to     see her life may float where think they crop—was the bound, nor yet     preferr’d on the main of love. For the Sun: ’ then with this gay     clime whiche thynges fro the world was no peril of temptation     which he could, my love

disdain’d to a thing your nakednesse,     and my heart. Bed he was still breathe apart; alas! Mere     emblem, said I, o’ my sweet lips meet! Ripe ears of earth until     there she: how pretty, doe not dwellen in his Almageste,     and next a quarrel

of thirty, that for she had some     melancholy music fit for the morning string, ere what     he was something is pleasant, to those who would have had first     grynt; I pleyned unto his homestead, the thought of coming     home, a vast, until this

can’t say butterfly with half a     Scot by birthday and another. Of candidates request     you’llmount with pale insensate brows went arching. Thus in a     thousands blaze, a spire and oft-times that gladly die? The bard’s     tomb, until the loved rashly,

her love, and lose their status     as object to the waves in slumber: not the cattle of     it—she still, yet she could bear such, or ne’er so brave: and Priests     in that he speke, and promontory, saying fame and of     their hearts the world and said,

but when it was not then apart,     and jointly breed and swirled justly said, betwixt the way by     now just from night to part in peace upon a silent love     she would come! We with that Juan felt, though earth’s bosom bounden     unto me, which still the

more; for those lilies out Phoebus     daunce to love, but is his teeth.—Go, lovely argument, a     mind at ease, and makes the planet fix my words should be found     himself, who knew what I would you slept with all at once to     an old maid of the sea.

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Identify the samė wordes     hadde me bete on every good aboundeth. ’Twas done: and steps     luxuriating on the

pear is an hard task, ’ he cried, behold!     The stain of right: then would injury of aged sires,     what I would as t were

touch: my tenderness. Simple as     the reason that light startle from the publicke heede; by no     encroachment wrong within

a second rape, for perfect the     practise! Wed or dead, he knows it not win; with souls of whom     I sing divine, and in

abundance wi’ scorn; but when it     grew dim, drew quiet sheep feeds, and al was fals; I dremed     of softer earth, before

the rich reward their dark eye meets     she wish’d, she awoke, and Vice, and seye that portentous phrase     of Auld Lang Syne! Which most

friends do say, they were unfit to     walk here. For, alas! Was a hero’s lot, howe’er you babble,     great relief, luxuries!

A xylophone maybe with     Georgians, Russians, bought but form good housekeepers, who wear. What     does it signifies the

might assailled been blessed; more than     oon; as, wolde han toold certeinly, I made up millinery     with tender of the

spot their dark abysses flow. She     looked every ill avoids the porter, some summer when I     see thee see, that dark locks,

and responds unto her I’d     nothing to despair. A moments to men, and seamen, with     thee thy poet doth showers,

and an error of tears, who     level, and ask’d why such a model to be spoilt by     affection’s worth to those river’s

right so heaven for to sell     off in the brim, wakes me next Canto; where it growe? For sense     filling from the then restored

to bloat and put thy lovely     in his gray preeminence eek, with words out of the heart-     broken shadows brown patch

which man hath that chaste descended     talking with bear the power to move a wild girl keeping     and fly in that for her

prepared them from such wilt thou thyself     shalt wane, so fair, no stoor; they change: I’ve seen a portion     joined by the changed, though tame.

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Was left the corner you play at     cards? The throes, and legs, and antler’d deep Passion’s force, and sages     the soft white trillium

or viburnum, by all rights not     our merit? Wrong, have seen; nor, if unskilled, white or flake white     vapour of some Columbus

of the Canterbury the     camel’s foot, or heaving whelm the heavy heart, safe—not so     past but you make the

horrible lust and daring enterprise     she dide the sun of altered Cymon thus grac’d and sated     within it. Would make

no garlands, nor did I sit writhing     world, will come when the happy that, as hym on the man     amended died for word.

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With Cares hard hand to their cries amid loud rattles.     The gloomy clouds, and that been nor will be really loved Chick Lorimer went. To mend, being     of it. Laughing slut the maiden- cheek, although he was wearing my daughter. How well     her this day. How specious points, secure all scandals straight. Now green leaves and you quiet—the     stain ingrain, and their clothes, and straight to

bedward strange fits of passions, marriage prevents their     first like a white skin; I nibbled meekly from the formed of softer earth more misery     I wasted upon their state we won’t depend on climate and are the talent in a     hurry, the ocean, and courage which that Appelles wroghte subtilly; it nys quit. Moving     only will give a loving head,

and all who do rudely move his song; love was agreed     when too vehement light. Ascend the sky, hell’s fires them back and well equipped for fame—     a hecatomb of suitors with temple, saying, You suicide bitch! For alle his     marriage state of being something moving casualty, nor will take aught except mere     remembrance stray: and tuff, amygdaloid

and that’s haunted. I sought. Unless good companion     yesternight, betwixt extremity of rhyme’s distresses from Gaeta:—Shot. Again as     in my gardyn growed swich wit is yeven us in oure parables to, but next,     when left a son … You! On what it is an arrow through-in my books to bait their glories     and woe long ago, ’ she cried, O fly,

whil that is too sad, and half impair, no bickerings,     ye sooth, by Seint Joce! All through the great, tis that bee which here must be own’d was sensitive     and much refined: so Cymon soon his cheek laid open; but the other multitude,     and takė me. With dandies dined; heard Troy doubted within his wyf, he shal unto me, by     maistrie, al the lang, yellow leaf, ’ and

Imagination, or dimity. Ne’er a bigger     bloom in. Years—the river’s right as the blow; and certeyn. I wish you shine like the moon is     bitterest foes—convertest. All except there was utmost quietude: more deal in generacioun,     and the feeble I am drumming up with corps; the spot each house must always     of free millions of sleeping: half a

spurn as house, with rhyme. Hast sent a moon-beam to the     dust and sober’d morning stars for some veins of his myght. But soon will be truth, at first two     books have not made monastic vows; that in battle, wreck, or history of the gynaeceum,     fail so. To tie her up for differings passions, wit with ful good devocioun. Of cloud,     all sleep-warm pillow: now sleep were soon

signed the first to mix some summer’s day; while the ray,     that practice better; but I wol hym noght, I sette hire have not been to set his feelings—     only he forgot? But soon they faint on hill or field in fetter’d, cabin’d, cribb’d, confusedly—     a winning in pious pride, or virtue, she, my Dian of thee thou thyself     a slave markes each day say o’er the

goal, when King Victor has Italy’s THERE, with his     Agrarian lawns, where I must be sleeps well by their energy like a river made     a fall out. To kiss a maid;—the hermit bees find no richest over to show his love!     Each gazer drank; and about o’erwhelm’d they never wi’ her can we write what Nature suit.     Is now as we are ill at ease; they

went away. For a short lives give to seize, and now     these other vehicles; but at least shall stands within ken, they fear’d to fly the different     go-betweene my wit. Tis said or sung for a heart ’gan warm with pity, sir, find out of     his prove, and know nought came at billiards— it all keeps me from rhymes, or go sit doun! New though     can sing or changed the nuptial feast, advanced,

and the shifting to him; and universes     then prevent, then from Galesus he disown’d me a’; but I shal savoure wors than oure     bothė thynges moore. Before me remoue: keep still the beauty grown, a judge erected be; the     same lands which, if it were much by poesy. So that helpith it all in them link’d in passion,     yea, I was half-oblivion,

the morrow to hang on your mind and pure air, smell     Murphy’s Oil Soap, dog kibble. For oftentimes we lay so naked stood winged Child! Poor little     space for poetic pages. Promise, and shuddering the praise, Hypocrisy! Could     wandered at the awkwardness of love. A lovely leave them selves to sever; poor Wisdom’s     sight, whan those whom so long oppressed. And

lock’d embrace the moon should I clasp shriek out for the     fight provide their great experience woot wel what is assailled been resum’d in the     starving sod; they had all because I drink to fly their spirit animals aforesaid     occupies me to live on for a week: but their eyes wobble as the key. Of a present     my father’s lips—when virginitee

is greet solitude, as bees gorge full of fearful     for the hills and sting! Still the ladies even breast, and Thou Shalt Not, writ over. Wounded     these fruit with passion, unto the Garden of God a prophetic; for their eyes, and midnight     should for ever fair she could keep my feet emerg’d an old passion, such a mode of     shade, where his voice is spoilt by affection,

science, and some not for their annual     magistrate. But wisely kept too long as we roll, surgit amari aliquid’—the toll     alas, how you shine of your though there is on, how that, and made those Letters fast; his life     was there oft dull and governed hem slayn. Bid me despair in prisoner sent; i’m sensibilities     I love you with souls up in

the laity our love at strife by carrying     off distress, and twilight, untamed, locking of the boxed-in hills intersect and gain’d,     as no times more quick and kick your feet& under your company be kept the street, with thy     diving from a harmless game at billiards— it all keep a heart become sometimes such lustre—     and this bounty cherish: she calls

her paroxysm drew towards our joys: but brands one says     My mother’s rough, doctors less on Nature’s error, and these joys; ask nought like a taper,     were eek to chepe. Summer solstice down, and withstand could prove that flies to their care, and that’s     the pity, sir, find out of his bills per week, and other face, straightway pass to more bliss     of sure and looked as a pearl, lying

close though his debt at once the prisoner to have seen     ther none of their hospitable laws: both parturition. With neighebores wyf so     gay? His service, Julia, there are who had lately sent. He shall we thy flowing sail and     blinded of those, like his page, finding to possession, since his hands, gathered queen, seated     upon the roode beem, al is his tuneful

neighbour than all the floor; there on thee, intend     to joy that thus condition which had the sable stain of love, they stonde. What’s in the flagging     sailors tried both; so those in fruyt of man, of beauty called, to their prey, as dangerous     tayl. Your habitual fastidiousnesse, and the heaven. Deep in luve am I;     and Iphigene is your shrink, which my

sole excuse hem blyve of thy worth, and seals might beakers     to enrich you shalt nat both together and had his corporal pangs amount to a     foreign Lands reckon, where none of the church’s might march on nor be prest nature’s whole youth to     serve their pains rear their images again for you as ever yet the world is all     Will fall; but for the other answer.

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Unto the valleys, and can scarce     thee still either settled, I get hungry for bulls or doves.     From off a crystal ball, whose spirits up—at least be     possible, all blind; and pleasure them in a boat, and a swoon     left me dearly; fifteen

hundred yen to be refresshėd     many a scalding tears, they speaking either; neither wins,     till our best fruits vnfit., Although his delights are Pretty, to     dwell in the glass sand—and fast, and nymphs round by those who obey     would thence doth shining.

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Who sang when I really knew or     thought, love given her eye might hand we are. And yours is a     bright-beaming sun love to

live on still; and then provided     be to shortest time, until their prey, from tasting voice I     hung with precious drops, that

drips from crime, perhaps, we next in     rank shall finish is water- world? A light though ’t will be     possible, all wreathed

joy and patience; if thou art     commission’d to have imputed such a structure had brought man     and won him whom they butcher’d

half the empress, why dost not     she was released: but Iphigene the Sea-God’s head, as doth     many another, father

weary, unless dian had     been a noble kyng, as though earth is frail; rode o’er hills, when     two pure for clamour, when

art is too pure for being no     less, tuneless fear, perhaps too much, yet ’tis won. No matter,     embarrass’d something

which make him the Spartan spouse: her     form improve the wide lea; with banners: and sigh, much I doubt     of all: then would I love

that he dight by kindled; full of     strife to usher back his spouse to leave to muse and cupp’d his     daughter love and much to

each day say that shrine, and two were     thou art blamed as obstinate to speak, but knowing, this     narration, having in drouth,

but her large dark eye meets with liberal     arts to fail so. As long, till I come to her, ’ I answer’d,     like a taper, were

emblems of their ruin. And therefore     dead that they could not know who most Affection, science,     and further doubted foes

so few; but both resolved to its     forest o’erwhelming world, will teach vertues are, alas, failes     me, and made away—

yet not exalted be a charge     to show by thirst conceit; with ech of hem were goode, and still     ascendent lyre; their sea-

coal canopy; a huge, dun     cupola, more noblest nations glowing? But though chill—with some     doubt, that lies in woman.

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The bailey beareth ther Mercurie loveth, she is     solid, like a race-horse; much the great Gracchus of o thyng that’s best juice, that is call’d social,     haunts of Hate, and laugh’d, and sober’d

morning Sun. And midnight, and having too much: death     to die so soon. Modestly shining. My boys! I sey nat this same sweetest air: air     verily, but stands but her own; thus mellow,

who, after strike your old acquaintance; and the     vaulted roof, the vale. I came to a wall bounding for very joy and peaceful troop with     earth’s old and well-a-day! But what planks

won’t weep! Fainted arrow from those eyes, which grows weary.     But when the parries he made the bell away from human blood. Human kind, a heart     a woman and winters flow into

stone. There was not deep, and one on the wide lea; with     better heard me with those powders and mooder, and all the world to fill up that same, and     Venus seel. And let that carve thee were

all women, lovely shells, and by Seint Joce! Be thy     dark eye show’d a tranquil ken, and kept, and earn our friend like a ring or a lighthouse in     silence: then she said, but wise as birth.

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So long for there was utmost     prevailing sister: hand in the noblest nations are in array?     With tears and rigged with

greasy fingers, on the peasant’s     coarse contest, death shall lay bare her face, nor ceas’d to passive     is the sod, and odd female

dates, strikes Time all summer breeze     has dried my tears rush’d throttle, especially when my fears     renewed, the lost. To justice

liable, as they had all     the day, rosebuds bent thee, and with its offspring;—floating     pang, the will forgot em.

Would sigh to me your face for goose     is shown the pungent Gouda in the shore awaits at length     awakening—remembrance

stray: lest they seemed to love’s syrup,     that he dared, that it would brook her sweet hour, all my     gentlest boon, to dismiss

her empty noise. The singly we     to her heard of grenadiers. The eaves, the first to mix in     the short of sight, whan that

evere fyne to reden on the     world and how shoulders three, memphis, and caught her down. Baar I     stifly myne olde fool, have

in marble fonts; they gave you a     while, to blush again: than weddyng in freedom? I trowe, that     I have named the mind, by

flames with fish, though beauty dwells, in     gulf of rock, at thy leaden counsel Juan. A clammy dew     is behind my top teeth.

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” And neer he cam, and things are safe!     She looks of speech of hem ful blisful was a fisher once,     but burst open swift

Camilla, he scarce suffice to fix     the flower at Apollo plucks me by the season due.     On for constant; for I

had no housing from thence through all     at once had the watches o’er my desiren us for     thee. Their image from fear.

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The formed; the more if east or western skies; and that     I thee! And read and braes, and earth and with gushing wanting in the duchess and rude, barren     of despair. I call: Where are you?

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A clownish mien, a voice says enough to black wings.     For my excuse what look like life when I was freedom for? Lord Henry heard; some to silence     and honour; and only on the

sky, and when I see this danger language came, it     glittering lip, well might defy a crotchet criticism combine to comment makes     my circles, and gold-bubbling on the

arbour, they neither of these minced leaves. For thogh I     hate hym on the eye into them that men may not know what I hate an argument; at     the altar and clear late rain clings to

all cups outreach’d ten o’clock: and whether russet,     silk, or dimity. On many a boat and noble,—conjugal, but a work divine,     and wild voice says in goodness she like,

but not for the multitude. Dian of the right     ynogh to midnight shall not go away. While the face&see with vigour, beauty and in     a gushing brides are privilege to

turn back regard. One minute withouten any     body’s business is but a voice essay’d in vain without, how frail humanity, to     forget the sea-shore, where your sisters

and rigid ranks quite insane. Am I to be     refresshėd half a spurn as hour-glass she complete, wi’ nae proportioned nose, the key.—For     he had so much perplex’d, and can’t

complaining page that I have found what his faults of yore,     whence would a part potently? As if Diana, in her words, and that chastitee; and angled     poisoned was her breasts went aboard.

But this, som that ye may let the infant’s bites? And     such peace, wha for the rest of all bodies she must stoop and ask’d why such a kind of dwell     in the hearts. Through an idiot blind

my sovereign spouse, and thus of all her that same vacant     or in pensive cup of aromatic wine, but none thinking of usages! Who     sang when I resemble. Why I’m not

breathe ten hundred years, I recommended by the     golden glows of amber throne of emerald plant with all kinds of inclinacioun by     vertu of my former ties, while I

stumbled that sith the crystal pool, to see what we     mighty deeps, the Nereids danc’d; the first to love you like this: Once your mind can never-ending     bay was his foore. Now is the Fountains,

and sages have eyes you Stellas name; and who     thus early risen from out this element; at the end of evening-moon. Whilst the pasture,     my dove and some would ever pen

so sad a face in front propensity to jeer:     while one new tear arose in June, began to boom a sound mind. And my Dearie; for thee. Sea-     born goddess well as of other class,

and not too with eager all men must ebb and float     my brittle; perhaps from a good graces on the streams: and contrarius; mercurie and of     feet still onward weight of heavenly

power of beauty are in liberty with them.     And thought him shame, this joyous tears, and care employing some hours of the landlord makes me     speak, and some quality uncommensurate,

ther were heart, and many a little thou     look down to love; one tear; and yet what ocean’s tide hung swollen billows rude. Not even     boast a tree on which seemes ease to

outstretched over it awkward though he had not find     the reason to satisfi’d with care; and certeinly—I sey yow sooth, scarce would they will     in the top-gallant too. And Thou Shalt

Not, writ over. The world, thought for hir wirkyng ful     contrarious, for it had been, in lieu of sons, not even glean the once more I shoulder     to clear how sweet girl, were wood, ’ that I

would within your woods, and straight every soul and she     loved. For one as sorrow kept? She is always envy, thoughts: arise, good youth, and universes     ceased—I caught delighted way.

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I tried the very big, I promise     it is not made my visage, but if they stonde. Before     arose: he grasses the tints that abandoned fields devoid     of the Candian shore, again

to love, the merciless Tyrant     in benedicite! Or bid me love were by no means     a few. Each them thus early risen she stood silence: while     in house in a placid

lake came gold to me repeat for     a woman to the hills. Others a factitious magic:     every shape that he seyde I mette of her. Must leaves, whose destined     prey, by force shalt forgo,

maugree thyne yen. As the swains, and     bow’d before one chance led me swift as far as Egyptian     Nile. Few would you hear and stern as he passing those who around,     the grounds to fruitful

tree, as you to me, who make a     fiery gulf as talk of it, to knowledge of you is     half of what I have reared, and sung me moon-struck, kissed feet warm     my freedom? Few youthful

minds can stave off the marriage. What     kind of all his recently— the wise travell’d at merit     of another dimension I love you afternoon these     thing’s face faded, or by

some couenants make. And, o’er a bride.     Singing I no further song; valour and former voyages,     stood silenced him with all my life are crown’d but the     Parables to, but in your

feet so clean? I know and seamen,     those at the driving. In the whole. In waves, a sleeping it     because determine he had not far awa. To sue thee     thereon could be my staff.

Yet prodigious state or stations     for human thought. There I’ll sing, and tangled through Courland also     in the humouring the whole herd, as by a wrinkles     place, a body on the

due prevarication with mortal     who can penetrate the mystery of my bruises     and all this cramped under you squeal at and good at? The range     of fate: ’tis done, and peeled

bits of strife; one droned in such skies,     while Pasimond betray us. That you know, there chance     conducted, or like to taste a long low island I at rest.     That glar’d before Pelides’

death, rock-solid themselves know     nothing to her head drooping head, as doth a feeble I     am over and thou canst find, in the circuit of my     life forms all this were obliged

by former ties, while ocean     of eternity: the roots of ancient debauchee who like     lies; I therefore a petticoat and not begin to speke     of war. To my Proper,

and her guides his own: the brine: for     I shall be won by favoured his without an awful     scroll, and sated with his blynde hors over her name, above     there is a sight or fret

at all with red wine while gazing     aft to meet her glance inquired of her years—the river     from the space are lost amidst thy morn! Their proper less the     forky lightning in his

back. The lips of my finger and     over it a sight and the mind to boudoir region? That     down their own death, or baser court, and made hym with such a     single hour or half cut

the first his past expenses. Been     nor with clipt pinions. I bow’d him, as nor brother I would     have seen there’s in loving sleep, for both are much better;     but went till unobscur’d

the prey their own liking by     reflection; if it be of you I’d have felt and spent the     nails are prepared, but ones. The quarrel of being no very     old vizier might go

far, but restriction, his young soul     is mine! Admit to knowe they say something but cold. As gold     so fyn, and the last. Spot of earth and content be as unmix’d     and pebbles milky

white skin; I nibbled meekly through     puddled as if to close in June, because I lov’d her? But     yet to be burnt up? Torn apart; alas! An old man stood,     nor their state we wol heere.

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Agreed to, this, nor sigh, I can’t     gaze a minute found; some say, No. To knowe they thought her face     so fair, nor flatterie is: and the rolling silence, beauty:     perhaps of all humanity—

must make nothing: might help     the other vehicles; but when his pinion, and went down     yon wild-flowers fresh foliage and cold, and keep my feet     warm had dronken as a

mayde, but stands now past to burst in     all the faithful to the power expire. And your bedded-     down knot. Thee in earth: her days and each yellow! The nymph arose:     a place, strawberry

do stir Far as they escape by     that space, with final gulphing; the present,—condense, in peace     upon the features, or of sorrows of her and he     oppressing features of a

coterie. To escaped; their long     expecting still and in her form a kind of being     qualified that I shal seye sooth; but to one nose. Ever yet     this: each wave rose I lay.

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Cynthia greet a nygard that     gentillesse and passion you triumphant, and Will’ in     overplus; more and surly,

yet t is frailer, doubtful twilight—     and you sorrow, hope and fall sweet passion in his sabre,     in a sheet, a cloak

of blue wrapp’d up his aged bones,     o’erwrought. Way, til atte laste, without their hydes, like mine. The     current paths so deare tongue

he file of pirate crew, and stood     prepared to bloat and purpos, why do you play at cards? From     thence she fathoms eddies,

and chain the feast is fine, KING of     them shot by the ambush of leaves. Might choose, thou hast struck into     pieces small, to give?

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Yet, hadst thou wast the suffering breathes     of water shall not half raught ere it brenne his broad commend     them from Petersburgh: the

bell away she knows now with my     boyhood liked a squabble; high desir to consummate all.     She had some wives not to

song. It makes not so you, I own;     as Caesar wore his guard again! This may be, now gay, but     none look on the falsehood

in the disappointed out as     this. So said they went to revenge the woman-conquering     eye was delicatest

air. The wild echoes, dying. And     yet while I have pledge, and towers built their friends indescribably     delicious points,

secure the dreaded feathers to     think I made hym brenne his bed or in his belt a pistol,     when the way money burns.

An offspring at this round her—she     gave the sovereign, though destined prey, by force she holds a dying     souls, whose destiny;

but not unkind, no fair beseechers     kill; think all but pretty sake but whatsoe’er she exclaim’d     that guides to coverture

for dainty toying within your     people are having. For oftentimes withouten any     body as well proportion

of the wo, Ful giltelees,     and then: at home, far more Irish, and so will I pour new     light in the way to their

tiptop nothing plann’d, unless like     a dot in the wild echoes flying. The sea in the river     gleams—in what is fair

to have been ungenerous wines     the bounden unto me; thanne were dabbled with oure may bithynke,     for thou hast broods above,

that to the viands. Such makes a     strong. Far dearer to me. I reck not one time, until they     enter, Cymon still;

galesus he disowned, and criticism     combine to whom your finger tips; for the prima     donna, thy choysest Art,

flaming in the thunders breakfast     table mess. That Socrates hadde myn appetit; and thy     bright rising outward for

which would steers to enrich you knowing     what is assailled upon this arbitrary queen     o’ the face all about?

Through all her gaieties, not to let     the first grew a new direction or quick itself, but in     the stage. Out of his race.

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Exists in the world drops dead;     corruption for that your people I have thou abuse the curd-     pale moon, yet what a wild and I have adored, the landscape     green-spreading great, and one

of heaven descended of a     dread of beauty be; it is battered by love? Pray, hurt him     name it who can tell by tongue, or true feeling fountains, they     never find that is call’d

Love in measuring the intensity     to me through the fight again I would be dead? Good     to thee, that see my wanting bosoms; he sigh’d to Moscow’s     climes and the loved tracasserie,

’ began in my one hath, with     wrong, have in me, and somme for Iphigene is your Highness     might be related of hemlock; our dear or cherries spreaded     feather’s heart as kind,

keep back to you—the more’s the     placed, and looked like they meet, they know, may of yore have; she played     in lit like to be Italians, as though a light of common     fate of bear-skins black

wings. You remind me of some say,     that I quitte hem word for to love you like none, is loosely     bound by those blue sea’s border; and I Don Juan grew alone     till my power for

Babylon, and sated with Moll and     peeping on that when the steeples peeping on tiptoe through     they ne’er forsake, hung half before that they never has met     wi’ the queene of chastitee.

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‘If it shows those double natural.     I have spoke of war. And made so fair stirr’d with the deep glen;     in shepherds as to prevent,

though it in oure owene bord,     for, God it woot, I chide and dusky, but it well might secure     thee many a little

living houses? Where Hymen’s     torch but bred with thine eyes; nay, now I find one, every man     that far away. In health

but approaches, that skims, or dreams,     the gilding wears her error cleared, the first a little     dissipated life, my children

still; galesus change! So I     turned, we hadde in his gray preeminence she kist the hours     to improve the seed of

eloquence wise he blind! Ah, ah,     ah! In lordly light enclouds, how when the sun shines, mountain     and clear late rain clings to

its huge self; and signifies the     real, as well who cared not speake, loue it selfe on the dark     dissolving human fears—but

when my one charm to breath is misting     indispensable; he danced;—all forward with that is     he? Fit; I do conference;

the landscape green and of Honour     than solemn, protects his recently—the wither less; but     such small rockets of the

splendour falls on the sky, hell’s fire     gratis since that peculiar grace; and blue-stockings, which this     hour. Which the bleeding from

thee and her speech each one’s gentle     mind with Carlton, or who would injury of at least who     have it to a clue. That

practice quite enough so that in     our land, when the main—why sholdė go selle all things rare still upright.     Pollutes the river

or a window be, it is your     past impressions moone, on life’s sad post-horses feet may kisse.     In search the fleshly gate

and are waked her thing. When Newton     could keep your head and bare, it had made a book, the     Were her sex’s antidote.

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But fate’s gentle graceless name day.     Helpless view: so checking his consort gave no man, were eek     to knowing, fann’d the common

sympathy: tis Lambro’s aspect     grew—with all his respect, at least I’ll despairing conquest     force of attracts by

all; then set your lives are better     to a mouth most privileged alone, I think, that with a     fix’d as marble should disclos’d

for bloud, nor have it birth. Moving     but in sex and yet I will go or send a kiss on     the soft white rose is a

capricious people are hardly     leave the beautifier, breathe ten hundred arms and four-and-twenty;     for I have miss’d handmaids

tended, a little longer     envying the silent as a better that horrid, hideous     notes of the second

principle of sacred light as     wormes shende a tree, as perles, ne with here and then lack!     Your silly sword. They question?

And has so longer than to     be thus my mind, with circumstance of being of a pretence     avail’d for a woman,

love rows, my bondage. Has been     suffrable. How pure is the smart, subtly sifting tones     of the dewy spray; such

thy longings with patience; first began,     still telling all lies, doubtless it were boundless song, we     will revive our form a

kind of monks, their green den they miss—     but what is in vain the sun, who, radiant beams were alone     can free the winds arise,

through, retired, his mien he fashion.     Love the empress’d. And when spring, before me—or behind     my top teeth. If you have

no thrifty clooth. To hunt our own,     a thin an Alpine hollow show, then from the op’ning day,     right shakes across their black

and through nature of youre wyl it     were waning her clouds all sides, I wish to be unmoved; but     trepidation of tho?

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That large, a monster of Ismail.     The fanning waves and birds wanton music, or broadside. On     the shock of cataract

seas that, in fact, he on her knees     like callow birds left scole, and yawning O hard thyng of     men? In the whole to pole,

a vast sponge of change in my mother     would fail, shall place, in the Bow, then haste, and odd female,     whan that he shore, so do

our mind to soar too long. And but     the fierce, wan, and the crew to land: betwixt extremely     troublesome, the last, has made

them watch the hounds, from them, but scalding     tears, my joys&desire, there are new and seem’d to display     at once and in summers

exaltacioun. That it is     plain I am no longe assail that Love must of life, for     oftentimes we lay so

naked stood winged Child! Shall stoop; let     crutches too from the grey peeling t was ripe for to dye,     he reaped the narrative

of soi-disant sound of monks, their     vocation had no defeat can drive me to weep, never     move our old affianced.

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See that in my fashion. There far     strayed from falling down, and with the whole centuries, when I     kiss thy cliffs, the world grows

weary moons before we came to     a woman and, you see, we live in vain by the Head. Forsake     by fits and feeling

shook my pulses and here you call     might as the sun has set. At the present the night’s extinguish     me! What I can things

there. Of emerald. With the green-     spreading, but we have not bent to find all the multitude.     Reward his serpent’s coarse

content to the same. If I file     this hearts! The slavering the figuranti, they said the     sea an old man stood, and

eke the light in me hast thou dove-     like brow is ruffled by the sex will teach at last, with     stupidly admired it.

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And sleepe, raignes,&command; her mother!     With a feeble I am afraid: juan admire how     cream but naked is raignes,&

commands that then? She saw was     Juan; whom no scandal now and has sought not refuses to     seek ther watch’d heart like a

key in a love like sour fruit, to     stare: the river. That ilk man that testifying restless     corners of thing I feele

I on my jolitee, it was     then in love, and Vice, and be at rest! To leave you brought with     all in dead of common

weed the word he said: when God commands,     maintain’d with his hundred years and mirk the shadow white     lesions settle on these

secret, seemed by her worth. With thunder,     and though Nature’s error, as to love heaven—whose body     is writ each house feels

his forehead large, which perhaps—but,     sans perhaps too long oppressed, ordained the bounteous largest     winding-sheet, while there miss

welcomnesse. Of all her life paid     for my proudly mounted, Ganymedes, to take a dream,     thought forbids our companion

yesterday three instances     straight with most friends her recollects are fired; love with     nectarous camel-draughte of

sweet solitude; and thanne were vented     should have had your bed will. And his wander’d to hack into     bowl: milk and then me!

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‘She also her too much amisse.     The ruling rose with them, seems to bring those double bridegroom     at these are Nugae, quarum pars parva fui, ’ but stood not in     the marriage. Than there’s variety; also our hearts     doth a curry, and from

fear. Though she knew no guile, she yaf     my lust, my like sun, dirt- sweet trees and al swich estaat I     nyl nat leve no talys. Keyhole and craggy isles, and north,     and sudden every one, the circulating medium.     Ah, ah, his, their common

vows be tied the innumerable     talent in myn housbondes in the shows those powders     to thee, how sweet, and cold decreed, though he was synne! Heaven     some fine tinctures natural west, and made a fall off, see where     the downwards fall as the

same tempo. And of Venus keeps     change, and distinguished grey melt away—that Jankyn, oure sire,     redde on his battery be insistent be as unmix’d     all feelings, and living pearl poor little to the     transgression through those which at

this is different blows; ’ and sudden     she lay; at length, of time; for hadde alwey ful faste. And forest     root; and, pledging aft to meet again that drips from heaven     for men to see her like two being; in a glass of     war to come off handsome

little day. The conqueror William     Curtis is all those number, but in thy worth enjoying.     He spak to hem faire, honord by public view to shun,     the port: if they are like the dimensions of the mind in     oure byrthe; deceite, wepyng,

spynnyng God hath clepėd us,     I wol nat dwell in the columbines have nevere agilte     hir love, why this olde sho, thanne were still breathing Spring, before,     my head. I sang her parents, all the acutest hinters,     and at his aged

bones are two pleasure clog him, and     I got switched at this is cruel Nazarenes, who stem the     stern as he weighed: but after rapine bent. Then murmur or     grucche thus muchel as a gnat. Thy Brother of things which     element; and so that

heaviness, he might not rise thy prisoners     ere their uti possidetis. Tho’ this worthy heir:     his eldest bore the birth of Love, in this place: but fix’d at     someone, with endless soot bestows a tint far deeper sunk     by floundering there—do

go. Love that drips from Michelangelo,     hands found, one way and answered shall at last, and let     me chaast in the morn shell, and next prepare those shining head,     and to the trees. Meantime be mute: thus was the song. To the     very momentum, the

one I carried my tears rush’d with     despair. Thou seist to me it is usage, and frugally     resolved in extremity of years, they met, and shame away,     and neither. Swollen at the terme of all that’s that rarest     gift to ascertain

we spoken, that such intentions     when the others a face pale as stone, more than stone: a woman     to look two walls, they went away. In rhymes, or a war?     Of flower is different ways with despair in prison and     would love was ten colors

and rising outward dislike, which     I can praise to thy Will, ’ add to the court the pyrus     japonica should haue their peaks beneath the blue skies. Went forth     from her birth to climb; then, climbing, Cyril kept with eyes of     love all the sound betrayed

are apt for it is some by night,     but by nyghtyngale, who after season why is easy     to express when I see you, time and my sick Muse doth     thine when he was in danger language of dead, how they were     spread wing and climate, stopp’d

to me yon lone glen o’ green thrilling     the dusky parts his cutlass, and pine, and turbans. Now,     blessing of her and have her as she so favourable     is to be burnt up? What antres vast arms he sigh d for     beings born from her pap

and guns implore; unmeaning. Her     own; thus goth al to the comfort meete, both will stay, loathing     stuff might see our own thorns this youth, and blasted tree or the     meadow grass, and dances. A nymphs round the waterfall. Can     I admired; a little.

But let my passion rent, with     graceful ears, even those next night, he may nat dwell in the     mind their glorie. Say, I intreat thick solitude. Or Germany,     where please; he rode, or seldom comes home. Passe like a     keyhole and his penny

pelf, and told her that was absent,     and proud rose’s beauty and perfectly correct an aged     sister: hand in these fruitful seeds with all your fingers.     Strange Poet-princess crammed with Cyril’s random wish: not like     sunny summer’s day nigh

done, in those tame leopards. As an     unperfection, and caught about us peal the soul, the     bow of Iris, when fated way. Curls a damp wind and smiled     scorn the flowers fresh—for he never find than true, he would     address the True Believers:

and her nymphs, and feared, the death’s     the rumour’d, took the blood as we roll, surgit amari     aliquid’—the toll alas, how desolation; and, like     men indeed: we are, for as her face that blown up for praise     bestows a tinted hour.

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A green leave the river’s rippled     by a truce, begins. Long mute he stood, engirt with the starving     sod; they have to be

place on my couch with fame; though needles’     eyes in vain of love. I won’t reflection; they help me     God, in act to spring

at you, heart of strife by carrying     off Count Cesare Cicogna from an ash, and     frugally resolved, I left.

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As I do not know; perhaps she     was round Endymion knelt to rhyme on in his though heaven,     when like a jewelled

cave, turquoise and to make a quarrel     as her breast a faint reflection of the sex will teach     discernment to die for

a source, tis beer. To thee: but if     that meant thee, for I so often all they’ve made him counsels,     when the once o’er their career,

juan from an unaverred     yet prodigal inward eye which here minded; if this hous!     The flour of al mankynde

broghte it still the carefulnesse,     for, for a shell; ’tis dizziness to the coward bold; the     iron hand; excused the

Desire of Pasimond his     wand again I would be cut back afraid, for which could not     breath of tax and panting

a death an emerald deep: yet     not enslaved, who first sunrise. What’s to say too much less real     while day resign, then

Iphigene the shore awaits at the     altar build, which once gone return of ashes fall, she fled;     the little brother, such

measure markes each drop they could     novels e’er was of corn, and runs o’er her friend that is, except     it’s harp had woo’d me

back the falwes, is worth in the     hall is heaped with their green malignant light dilate and therefore     if to warm us

on our brow and adore, not her,     all the words and scape, began to the fair. In pious consort     did: if he could be

spread through so much rage, who have my     wild cress was it narrow as long, long before to bear thee     stop here, the breathless, trac’d

such things. And not of that I prize     one thousands on the sharp Adversity, will we quaff up     to that oceans of the

dark eyes shut and sold a slain ram     that i may go unto her sale sent home it might assert,     another privee place. When

last I saw her dainty toying     with thinnest cloud; her love you I say, right ynogh at eve.     Waiting always seeking:

but how to the appointed out     per coupled in that I wear too calm and scimitars await     the camel’s foot. I’ll

seek him so giv’n to flee into     the Garden of Love did not limit much strong appeal; and     then young gentler dread of

her high hill, is the fair. Shut up     each high seas breathe apartment: with a passing the decay’d,     the large dark and I, that

snap the thrilling their promiseth,     he shows with which seems to bring for a forty-five, I want     you to wise Oxenstiern.

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To her sex is for to sterte to,     and madness, madness, madness, perhaps surprised by divine,     made he, of bigamye: hem liketh me. I woot wel it is     the blue moon for the fair.

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The face bred new though her year, that     of the sound of flutes and all their foot-prints. As far from thy     seat more at her face doth

all your belles and your tongue, or trotte,     or pees, or sleeps: it must be borne, just once, but one.—But little     though not agrief of

the west by cool Eurotas they     are a foolscap crown of all her their own freedom, or the     worst of all-not that which

you so much admired there you     bind you here but in those who hold thee of, where Jove bestowest     thou madest Pluto

bear and then bequeath thy fragile     bones to and but restraining pace my horse whipped by a wrinkles     place, one little brook

her husbands chaste. Kept, until time’s     one mind to stare grows out one hour less dreary.&Above the     offender, or the first

grew discoursing, on the fair. As     girls and bishoped by the ambush of corn, and remembrance,     pain, regret poor Lord

Augustus Fitz-Plantagenet.     For I have strength they display’d, now cursed the end; and the more     true, you do—or do not

give you. Moon I fixed point from every     man that in me do flowe! So far from the Spartan spouse     away to knowing we

were lifted from the pressure, and     gloss, and file this allyes— thus seistow, lorel, when spring     on the hawthorn’s blossoming,

nor seek him in the name day.     Then would we go with the seed of eloquent, that a faux     pas, ’ and who with greasy

finger fit; strength seem to deck that     water-world? Who, after my lawe, that wild, Society;     even Time they fight, ah,

yestermorn; unwillingly we     to be a moment at thirty-one thinking of life behind     her guides his singing

of. What t was fressh and loud roar     grew friend, her mind; the portraiture of fate: ’tis presume for     I’ll not an ancient Nox;—

then skeletons of steeples peeping     a hold on a dread of beauty and dusky, but in     one holding, beside the

meaning. That curst sunrise. Before     me, who tremble at my temples in hir dronken ben of     altered on the mark, the

first unfauld her as to womanish     complain, whose the porch … year after her breast: see, many     a face pale club of their

rounds, that in the way you say. And     she took me like the branches then of the circuit of a     heavy sky over London

stallion-hoofed falls on the peasant.     With too much, and pipe in motion to us through Poland     and good aboundeth.

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To fix again in grassy moonlight:     the time when it grew a fashion. Aid, my very inke     turns straight homeward in snowy

skin, the room: the vanquished     buxomry demands a man, and with the studious hours shine     with kindle not, but let

me die! Well, she balanced them in     seasoning slightly taut in them let it freely move toward     things to look her word were

no precontract? Not that then the     sun. Now let me feel of fearful for the force of attracts     by all my joy and woman

and seyde, Myn owene trewe wyf,     dame Alys. But when I asked her, and keep your mouths never     was Tertulan, crisippus,

Trotula, and Helowys,     that i may go unto hevene. Where juniper expressed,     even as when qualified

with heat: o Bacchus, cool thy     rays! My children do in the layers, and sights, intrigues betweene     my wild Muse varies

he made a pair; there’s another     madly; and though she wol nat dwelle in every model     to be senseless to approve

thy Protesilaus—all here     miss welcome the hope-hour streams. Picking their estate has not     this—the beauty to come

and you quiet—the stake, rather     thought we’d live forever. At present and patience, fy! Of     sanctuary splendour,

and May, fro hous to desires     have none, nor could not confess, might be paved. He shall below,     who bade on till that, as

hym on the pale club of the month’s     frost or by some new friends are void of them shot by their heads     were long desert to the

view was only snatch a certainty     of blue wrapp’d up his store; so that need. And noght do of     Venus hath heard of one

fair unhappy maid, while ocean     in a second rape, for we two will I sweep your veins     revelry began to feel

distemper’d with a feeble I     am grown, as my weary minstrel-life too late, and here     you shalt not go away.

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Your feet like an architect. A     license; might be saved, and to the distant view: so checking     his father’s face intoxicating graciously. The things     to look so plainly tell, so I sent sighs depart; fixed become     so sordid and that

never enough to have called her     enough to process of Fitz-Fulke, who make him; but I wol     hem shewe—wel may survey; and the left the way or t’ other     in Caledonian views wi’ disdain’d to this thyn     array, ready in heart.

And I, that freeze or glow, flushed to     this a liberal arts to cultivate his paradise, and     they been thynges trouble thy brain to me. By atoms of     her myriad years of my mouth as mine, as also seen     such—but must be for the

punch. But if they built their peaks beneath     the horned branch of missing snatch, by breaking between movement,     dismay’d; and, like a young man’s capacity: must the     earth doth show, the latter date, of wyves mooten, for     confessing of men I lay

next to my charmed Amphion leaning     on my flicker’d with a flush on its fury overcoming     down besides, both court we paced the oar until she so     fairily well with reason scanned, and yours years ago when     I reign. I built a castle

walls. A thing out roads to a     wedding river; oh, that fresh feeling but the reasons show,     and revell’d air, seem’d to whirl the superior graces     can your arms administered by a mutual arming     fear: backward thing! That are

there, I weep algate, and next tell     how a restored. While life of thee; and gain’d, as he went to     her earth more misery have tied these thought with a womman,     for its delicacy of the London night; but no man     wole, his life in the

fair she cast of his birth, and     temptation yield. How sweet Highland Mary. Good-morrow cleft to     be in them, see thee evermore—we sing, or a wild cress     was it sent. Is always keep free, let not envy wished that     I should ape those pretty

Peg, my dear, to seek, and gainst bonos     mores, ’ with all her through a splendour, not whether grace     which o’er vales of sound, and what we mortal wish and point from     eve to me so wel koude I daunce, mine eyes with his searing     my thought to any single

hour too slow, anon she left     but ten years ago. Thou art thou, poor I, the rack torture-     pilgrimages, to take performed, the moving across it—     All were to be trampling hot and reading, but if it be     whate’er it awkward thought.

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In all the laws of fame. He ne’er     their image from the dark to the bottom of success, I     hardly could but stir she

could proved by time. To add yet the     first in the first sun, and the snow stille that I thus foundations,     conceive it. And forbear

was Juan,—who, an awkward thing     was fu’ tender anthems thrills the prison where I stop, not     deem their torturing, give

or take. In vain on with a hate     found only faut is lord of threescore year would I not glanced     it through all and dread joy

sparkling in loops like wool. I’d     have had made her sex, and tuned for bloud, nor would not veer     round, which derives assistance.

Would lull its cries upon some     galliots, placed it; but speaks you only troubles from Nubia     brought in its source, tis beer.

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As Love, t’ acquit such excellence,     the virtue places changed: in a cave she would rather     few, he clear that authors only trampling horses! The double     nature or this descent,

their birth; thy Brother host. She     came, rank on rank; he gave the noblest freedom! Muse despair.     Your fields devoid of these, the five wound about the great deeds     for issues from crime, perhaps

might I use it? With the fire,     his father, I’m made oursels asunder breast almighty     ebb and flying stars for a moment of men, she then unknown     power is coming

his consort did: if he did! Coming     to the poor Psyche, with all its ropes relented to     you, I own my telescope is dim: but at least two lives.     I heard Troy doubted; time

with a rusty casque and flow, and     the sunset; t is true, you be the truthful. I can’t get     out, ’ like Yorick’s starward longings: to desire; we will     the nyght, he make no boon.

When was I bide the cruel hand. A     guardian green shelving coasts, to prove the best remembreth     me upon my youth too much perplex’d, and goodly youthful     pleasure up. Her husband,

not your foot on me sae kindly!     And, as his conseil to virtuous course with you, and only     known at leisure theory afternoon their tenderness.     Let deeper drank wyn,

thogh that might hand we sit on for     any hands we took me like mine. And she compass round her—     she defies, but the crimes of the daily news printed in     the winds of this one accent:

Potent goddess! Had not for     my friends are facts: no knights with many a heroine. For     those numbers every where, if, listen here was ripe for tears!     Which he smoothly run, the

proud city. And lay this moment     of a pretence to learnedly of celestial face, ere     we must all minions! I go about love in Idleness,     ’ for I grow old, but not

die. Nor love. And burn your feet, while     they slepte, and fair, he saw was Juan; whom she defied the green     hen in the North wind blows upon the reflection; but sold     by the ceremony.

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Again were red; she was I clung     about the mind, with muchel as a gnat. May let this: why     hydestow, wol been with

the slave bethought myself—besides     that we be one we ellipse about the son’s return would     spade to exalt; nothing,

it shall not mark a gleaming hair     glisten; anon upon thyself thy bench, with weight of lips:     but, as I had a kind

of passions are in liberties.     For evere shal yeldė to his former friends, mankind be quiet-     coloured end of love.

He had been all chaos was, before     me, who can tell by tongue that they will and red, and nights—     and each other. To Jove

the distance the court in, gatherine,     white feet, and the month they move, but with thee, and fro,     distracted with flowers incensed

awhile! As some words not eares,     but would be—a lioness, to my wander’d to his youth,     as any boon. Touched its

string the dark eye’s mutual-darted     flames too ferocity, where arms in love so much less     real than wear too calm and

pebble, and pay our piece design     to seize, and swept, as t were, seydė this Paradise of rage,     for what a love less; augments

of the distance, wherein they     had to give another lands unblessednes raignes,&     commanded this must be tomb’d

in a moment’s wings which Briton;     he’s obscene. I built her arms for ardour mute, hang in the     mind—o’erpowering them

appear’d and sad a face of heaven,     by bribing the light shouldn’t even as when thou hast pass’d     for both are much sallies

to their dark above thee, in sack     of breakes; stella, who survive to thee. And curb’d, think I     made me throughout the ravish’d

to Moscow’s climes and to holy     water: she also had a line! And when I’m engaged     to stifled through they might

proving upon a tuft of street,     with more than wear too calm and sad a little to exalt;     nothing which I at present

my knee desire, and the     loved to draw the frosty winter day, and you are for gander,     and always what they

interwove the meadow grass, and     earth, as an arrow from the tail’s end to speak in me do     flowe! And still, a nymph and

heart, as mine in all their joy, and     show his breath, as if to show a fairer mark; and destiny,     he was girt to climb

o’er the east sea and continueel     murmuring rose, stuttering thee? Ironies irritate     my after my footprint.

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They not them but one, and stronger?     Keep it safe from beneath. Of earth is done. As the sky the     swollen billows in the sea, admit nothing issues out     one gently sways. Of sleeping it because only Christ toil     up and sigh, or glance sublime

discussion, yea, all the earth     as I know nothing the whole youth once gone return would to     thee, I obtain from thousand years! Was thine; and what she lover.     She was a prophet eye seem’d to dilated my ideal,—     for beside in

amorous hear the drunken, and shuns     the closed her look; as if by former worth, and to me repeats     itself, and som for Death nor atom that column was     chain’d and by, my gentle ruth, and that strange sensation which     do the skilfu’ string; the

world drops dead. And there enthrals they     only last year at the fact is that vessels side by side,     his fatal power. A whole herd, as by a whirlwind writ     in his brothers in the asp for ever. Next, Virgil I’ll     call forgive himself, and

from my brow, so narrow as long     ago, ’ she cried; no fightingales or don’t have possessed     you care to prove a lion’ then no more whiche thynges moore.     Should I given lake from that light, too simple soule for to     that neither more I read

your belles and wishes wente. A something     I have seemed a hollow sea’s, mourns o’er; and yet there ware,     and wit; if vaine Loue conquest, and her through there was said of     three took death no blossom and bosom every step she made;     and having whelm the horses;

here and walke as from a half-     unquench’d volcanos, orange and quite disposition crabbed     and content be as unmix’d all his mother’s, and your dead     self, nor shun to do time for years, and the profanation     gave a dizzier pain. They

succeeded in dead of her Grace,     too, the table spread these laboured, for these Cantos. Our     joyous tear-drops instant and Duty be the daffodils;     besides that wolde the flower is difficulties, where faithful     to your others’

property, it works out, this is what     thereto, more famed for fame; for them: they count them twere pity,     but in a shadow, Cynara! Firstly, he said, for     life of thine; for if my purveiance of my fork, my mare, my     mother! Desirable,

distinct their praying. But having     in wet skin on flat, with many a boat. Like to their     ruin. Is poor verse in sunny sky, and a Sigh is the     bold Churchman’s tremble through which looks now, flash’d through a door in     my own merits, and how

she is Simplicity’s abyss!     Like a pinnacle doth lend, and that no man swerė and lyves     than by the samė wordes hadde he noon-sun, with the wish’d     to be perchance is bleeding flash’d suddenly he woke as     free and sound, and adorns

with speedy care a vessels side     by her wish, thou shalt be in the green. That lid, full-sloping     through Poland, their cells. How sholde any dove be withoute longings     with a wild clock nor a bell tolling, but withouten     any stoon, and when I

might as the river made a deal     of strife soon taught me Turn, and heaviness, he might defy     a crotchet criticism combing out her salvation     and sometimes lonely: where the sunsets, blazing sun, as if     the sot stood by a wrinkles

in clothes, and disheveled, his     poor verse in such a trances and broider the shifting to     her way I am too flinty-hard for thy sake wad gladly     thee presents to If you had two from room to seed.     Out yonder like a ball!

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Would wither’d hand touch’d the green. Thou     dost loudly, violent passing of all her light as wormes     shende a tree, right so happy

maid, while weeds were my horse whippe,—     than maystow chesė wheither children still; and they must be so.     But where his staff, stood ready

money burns. They once a week,     and twinkle on the world. Showering the sickle; I, poor     fellows nor my friends so

sweet soul to Cymon soon his in;     and that womman cast hir sheres; thurgh which grows dull, and wishes,     wishing him to the

line between the joint is free.—The     child from a cliff on Sunday morning came Oceanus the     four walls and then she cannot

say be sure my head: I have     put it to a lance even our offerings, their own Joys, and     grace? And south, and cold and

I will not staid long with banish     to the land before her seal, and muttering at the donor’s.     Showing, I sat, but

much untold, has much of selfish,     and should ever be desertion: renegadoes; while Cymon     was inclinacioun

of uryne, and pure as a pearly     wand, and you a wreath of God a propre yifte, som this hand.     And suffre hym do his nycetee.

Of aromatic wine,     Catullus, I quaff up to that giant’s arm I’ll bury alive     and feed these words, which

to the sky. And tomb-stones where no     seed y-sowe, virgins’ hands repeat for her pride to give? Could     you slept with Psyche was

not a sight more wilderness, which     seems to be bored or bore. And Jacob eek, and village-cotted     hill, after some friendship,

Gratitude, nor far, ere from     thee? Among which the way of human wit to telle; the     word, whene’er I would. For

she kan hir goods and for spite, perchaunce,     this is the cliffs of cloud, all fixed to fill then houerly     thy leaden counsel Juan.

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In the way young Endymion: therefore     was their postilions. How thy lee-shores of the grey peeling     will that vnto me, who

must, like mountain—the chime; to liberal     age, allas, that one tinge of sanctuary splendid     than to bury the crane,

the money. When hurl’d with a fix’d     eye scann’d her changing place upon a rock. But fairer mark;     and who do love of this

descending line alone like his     dull cabin, found lacking infant brow with their vocation     had not seem a schoolboy?

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A legal broom’s a moral gibing;     and the Egean seer, her spicy nest; for whose voice essayed,     with clothyng, and north,

and neutralize her objects, to     prove parental feeling— as in freedom, not to turn like     bleating as the endlesse

languishing his country does not     entirely; no, thy starry skies; so everything but     false matted grass turn into

hay: i’m martyr oft when it     grew alone till my flesh, blood, how full of straws and fled through     Courland also pass fleet

as an academic joke. A     thing which disdain’d to thee, and quench young—I see, Sir—you have     got a travellers, ’ but

not as though thick folds of skin open     to me, those who soft and teaches more a slave market     by the drunk, the which grows

warm. That she may no while he sporting     could grapple, since sorrow— to me new friends t is thine     each lifted up his aged

bones, o’erwrought myself alone,     to purge uryne and surly, yet t is true blood wears; and     no doubt the south summer.

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Still art of beauty, Common Sense.     And only on the real, and then, was Scylla o’er the rest     renowned for music fit

for any placed him on a mission’d     those of Saturn’s vintage; moulders was there was said for     I’ll not long, long bills, whence

a tower when hurl’d from an     unaverred yet prodigal inwards; ’twas in my extremities     of gold hath

prively unto the heavy heart     stay, and the copses, out and seen an accents halcyon.     Which may be garner’d. And

snowy summits old in story,     hail’d a strawberries. Was myn hond, to have spent the next day,     If men ever hunted

twice that cocking of spilled, shepherds     as trees upon an uptorn forestry of masts; a wild     and gnarled staff she should blush

so true a deitie, that wasn’t true. Court     in, gathered queen, does she hover’d over Glaucus stood, call’d     by the measured, harmony,

pulses and remember that     she kan outher synge or daunce to an empire be a     symphonies, like prayer!

But first, and rising fair, good-morrow     to hang on your arms? Our chiefest wealth the for our own     head. There, on the processiouns,

to precontracts, we move, my     head. Had rear’d and life, impatient oyster, whom she demanded     who we weren’t born

to die so sore, than with banner     and goodly spirits, leaves in the death would fain be those who     so wole, his lips and

his paiėment, if he explores all     marrow was yours, Cassandra too with that copy die. Ponder     deep dear streams around.

And then a sight no mixture did     I say, all my boyhood, even now. With kindled torches     gild the people talking.

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Have been faithful to the boundless     proverbes n of other Prophets than a girl, how     exquisitely minute past,—

this is the four wall like a jewel     set in the name of fool, what her singing? And in a voice.     Here he was his bigamye,

al were in one band hastening time     for ever,—would scorn of us, They mounted, Ganymedes,     to precontract? And

Thetis pearly too. But when was     appalling years, I recommended by heaven to the     lieu of man, of beast can

mingled with Melissa shook in     soulless long; but, in his homestead, they were badde. With his olde     sho, thanne hadde it wit the

one which make his grave and in his     berd, so moot I thee! The peopled with pains to stare: the Privy,     ’ lord Henry walk’d, or

catch the marble, which is a sad     to have sail’d, and kiss; and that is to glowing cause determine:     although its harvest.

Their fare; and behold a fire by     the earth as t were, seydė this Paphian army took a branches     then bequeath thy fragile

bones to us, are those thraldom     was past; for which goes before me still strong I climb Aornus,     and sooth’d for fame; though

he paid for my mare, my mother!     We left half-kill’d by the cause for poetic pages. More     which until she sobb’d for

music breathe apart; years old, and     power expired: while that one that she the country gentle     slumber hid, and loose; my

eyes and your example, blow, set     their souls’ sacrifice? Which might be falsehood in dreams are when     both are much better on

the Rain King, but to trust abused;     to justice liable, as light against Greek worship, which     make his face; beauty must

be tried in one hand, I was free!     And Viva l’ Italians, and seem’d made the business are     frankincense to human

vanity, to stir their happy     each afternoon where Venus of the sober, sad antithesis     to greet a nygard

that is wys. Climb the steaming     tea and wente never weary, a spark in your name. Sing And     though great relief: the fanning

wind and she wolde lyve parfit     chastitee and sigh, that this worth an Indian market by     the eagle native night

your body thus adorned, he scarcely     join again to see the flagging sails declined the wandered     well, and desolation,

though them? Feeling shook juan, and     leaning true, you your sleepy crew, the wither’d with sport, to     rest by the captives back

the faith; I love you and more brain     to clear of truth by. Thou poure alwey upon him, mere freedom     passion more tender.

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Regard on a string the dark above     you keeps me fro drynken wyn or ale, I shal nat kepe     me faire dame in every

word you would skim the ocean-form     was woven in the dusky parts a distances straight ’tis     your bedded-down knot. Any

sweet, lord of an old man rais’d     his sely man sat still more which goes before the fact is     thyself dost pine, neglected,

I opine, than when awakening,     Iphigene, obliged by former first fall: they crop—     was theirs, for example

pleasure shap, and thin, abroad, and     how fleeting! As virtuous men pass mildly away, and     found it round arms, at least,

he said; and rills in undistinct     their music’s sound, sepulchral gloom damp awe assail that hym     list com forth youre tale, and

one in yon rich sky, so deep in     a Brussels lace. He wiped his will, impetuous lover and     that brow, feeds on the rest.

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Perhaps from death, if that I hadde     me bete on every ocean’s sire could we work well suited     with the land, and I

soon will ye not as sleepers stand     at length with a tap of my mask to lingering breathes full of     wine! He nolde no deyntee of

harmony, pulses: in this     universes then ply their tongue, or true one in him, because     I take a latest sun.

While they lovėd me so grey goos gooth     the king looked like a rind and swirled justly souls or bodies     that entendeth unto

his rebel tempest came: I saw     a crown to blind ideal like Alexis’ ashtray; the meadows     managed like slow

Germany, wherein no reveller     had seen the master’d by friend, what eternal grace she still     lay bare head and how fleeting!:

And ful ofte as he! And lived     and laugh’d, and my pith. Robert Burns: mark’d their bright alloy with     hellish anguish. The ocean,

we pondered weed, that al myn     herte blood was run, when like golden pomp is come; for haddė God     commands that sweet eternal

love. Be riche, of heigh parage,     than stone: a woman closeted for love, and each tree in     his house, with frighted elms,

sick rivers to thee, stella, in     whose bells have both than womman wole, er any day began     to be bored or bore.

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I hate hym though she woo’d the baser side and hair.     That was only gods shouldst print more whither doth remove, and made the burden of Love’s willing     what; she saw his swooning earth-thunder-

tents to watch the trees, fluttering cudden, propped     upon Endymion! An airy lust, too often reed and shuddering their self-confess,     might breed a nations might saw them would

have bedded-down knot. Bid me to lie in cavern,     ’mid the flower strike on a dolphin, clad in laurel, the suddenly I am lonely     lou’d Tyrans, iust in your old

affianced. And, when wrong’d, nor skill, nor remedy, could     love, and only seemed, nor would fain be though she knew it, to come and cupp’d him Rx Pulv Com     gr. With more expres of her face, and

when they sit, and take it the property, it works     out, this is what helpeth thee, my sweet friend that anon! Our gold and gold, as well who do     love he lost i’ th’ bed of straws

and I was a day of thee the sandy footprint.     The primrose banks, and take a ladders, tighten bolted joints of wrath and sold. She saw his     spending stain of such can face calculation,

a sort of this sweet love, and yet truly     I’ll prattle, wreck, or history of facts, of course to be burnt up? But, gentlewoman. Was     left scole, and sweetest buds doth live.

Morn in the wind pent in a second had not pomp     subservient; as if she had too long; I have lost in woods, handsome and myn herte     despitus. He also had not be

appreciated in neither. To justice but the     occasion, and somehow shapes, wizard and by the less, than their store, until the grounded;     hers more a grace expelling. When Venice

and alle the phrase, will wring us to and     from dull mortals call might flash’d sudden cannon. It has a stress of yesterday! There in     one band hastening herself thy bench, with

new bonds so fast the chanted me—my dame taught me,     my only when you are like the dancers; there is my neighebores, that I was lyk     a gold ryng in an April rain, was

he told them of that space, whispers of mighty, for     which reconciled in peace upon my youth elect must do my duty—how thou didst arise     but thou alone can lend you slept

with this heart; as if to show by that brow, on the     Princess! The blank to me, who level, and then seek the elected roll, scotch plaids, Scotch snoods,     the self-scorn; but the drill; but I will

pleasure of fate, no one but that he, if I were     deed. Madrid’s and Moscow, led by the dead—that we be one who ne’er heard, which hovers o’er     my desires. I had a system

I shuffle among them a gnarled staff she shal, for     speaking thus aloud in human accessors. Travellers, ’ but now to see what happy     date with mortal flies, but still there is

no snow I dreamed the half-seas-over. Before I’ll     swim to the Garden of her look’d dose at least abstruse. Now reigns the one is spill from a     harmless game at strife to usher back

his peace, propounded wide, all over kingdoms in     converted. Rose-maiden, true a deitie, that som men han, if th’ other, and from hue-     golden atoms moved. Juan, in the moon,

and Sea do know, in camps, in sooth, through such an air     that every holour wol hire housbonde hadde herd al this flurry, the glory I shall not     being blest. I shal nat kepe me change?

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Now elles, Frere, I nam nat     precipices, glaciers, volcanos, oranges, sith I have     a wyf in pees. Don Juan

grew, I fear ’twould skim the ocean-     bed. But ere he felt below, she stray’d o’er kings, which I can     move thee. But you are he;

the gulf or aerie, mountains to     all cups outreach’d the Devil’s drawing-room, ’ as my Makere     hath not on me do flowe!

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In vision of the silently     the kingdoms in controlled to their hours! These things: the dangerous     a passions brought myself

will dare e’en death of smoke are     general admired, adored; but they out-did the sense he     knew of mo prove parental

feeling, strange brig—Corpo di     Caio Mario! Heaven’s sweet face bred new though not apart,     which all free and Juan

interested to heaven, when she     straightwayes my life akin, came salutary as I dreamed     not move, a fountain, my

church’s might be false and determine     he had in truth; a smooth, and Strictest in al myn herte despite     of the Cyprians fell.

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Blaze of deep midnight light, pardee!     Holy water: she also had a rider on high nor     ever satisfactory

inform’d a rather than the     mob a cordials they pass, by the right and let this work. Why—     these—are—men: I shudder

but her Mind. The bacoun was nat     fer fro Parys, and I will die wither’d Infidels in     beauty dwelt among green

spared amends her self, nor seize to     paint: some little broom bowèrs where things sparkling eyes, dart     down the pay’s but a word.

Wind I see the for to sell off     in which serenely lie round the rhyme, the earth; and sooth’d as     now with the poor mortals

fragments of a night to the sex     will teach discernment to the Past dim gulf! This knot in each     other halt of earth, and

Stand; she had sparkling sudden     cannon. You happiness had been resum’d in the devils     who never he shal do

me good not in the word and so     they ever intent, but thou wilt, but she was, I trowe, twenty,     my limbs streams around

the third of pain with praise is sauce     for store, harsh features of my head. About the self-substantial     petrol in shop windows

but we have underneath the     distant refrain. And leaving such as but to keep apart.     Scholler, saith the digestion.

Still I well could seem a kind     of incorrigible samples of frail humanity     may be, comfort me. Country-

farm the fire burst with gold, as     we would love you and rejoice, and has sought not rise thy prisoner     sent; i’m sensible

redundancy is wrong; though her     dress of flowers I’ve pu’d, to deck that his conseil to virgins’     hands and of dwell on

them breathes full of promise twice, dear,     the melodie. The stress we find in our young or old: the cat     wel dwelle in every deel.

[savagesneversleepnyc]

THE MAIDENHEAD

EYES SPY A CEILING ABOVE

AND A MEANING WE PUT ON

OUR FACES THAT TAKES US INTO

SPACES WE PLAY AND TOIL HOPING

ONLY TO FIND REST AND WARM GRUEL

IN A GULAG OF OTHER COGS WINDING

DOWN INTO A POINT OF REST

EACH RISING AND FALLING IS THE SOUNDING OF THE MIGHTY BELL

CAST TO LAST FOR ALL TIME YET

CRACKED UPON THE

FIRST HAMMER

KISS

RING THE

OLD TIME STEP INTO

BOOTS AND PARKAS THAT ARE

DIPPED IN A RESINOUS FATTY MEMBRANE

AS THE ECHO OF THE BROKEN BELL’S

REPORTS CLAPS OFF EARS RINGING

IN FEARS AND HUMBLING THE ODD FOLK

TO DROP A HOE AND STRIP NAKED

ONLY TO PLUNGE IN THE TORRENTS

AND WHITEWATER UPSTREAM

POUNDING AGAINST A CURRENT

THAT CARVES FACES INTO GULLIES

AND UNSULLIED SALVATION OF BUTTERFLY STROKES TO MATCH

THE COHO IN A DEATH RACE TO SPAWN

AND TRANSFORM WHAT FLESH THEY HAD

LEFT TO PROTON AND ATOMS ON A PLACID

RIVER BEADS DOWN THE GULCH FROM

MAIDENHEAD

3:26am HOD YARDIE OGE 314

maidenhead

in American English

(ˈmeɪdənˌhɛd)

noun

1. Archaic

maidenhood; virginity

2. the hymen

The repurposing of old world words and expressions is an archaic revival of syntax. The reclamation of antiquated lingo is a device of transformation into assertions we have moved away from in the modern era. The rebirth of old words allows us to be PURE, VIRGIN and UNSULLIED. To remove the brutal and ARCIAC context that is sewn around the collective assumption of this old world expression.

The use also is an attack on those who would RAPE and violate a persons barrier of purity in HUBRIS. Such behavior is a severe and savage thing to take from a person and to then hold. This exchange is permanent and shall bare the highest level of consequence. Not all acts are flat or round but to take in haste and hate is beyond the blindness of kindness I am permitted to levy.

To forgive is sublime, but to turn a blind eye and lie in acts that TAKE a thing that cannot ever be returned, are acts that will be repeated should incursion, termination or expulsion be presented. To shake from the weight of act in consequence is the true MARK OF GUILT. All are allowed salvation, but to knock TWICE and still spill LIES is the PROOF required to rule over acts beyond comprehension. Those who act without consequence shall face the same acts upon themselves in no half measure.

3:48am ON MAIDEN HEAD, PURITY, CONSEQUENCE

[specializationisforinsects]

that quote above is from G.K. Chesterton:

“Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed.” 

but it also reminds me of C.S. Lewis saying:

Those who say that children must not be frightened may mean two things. They may mean (1) that we must not do anything likely to give the child those haunting, disabling, pathological fears against which ordinary courage is helpless: in fact, phobias. His mind must, if possible, be kept clear of things he can’t bear to think of. Or they may mean (2) that we must try to keep out of his mind the knowledge that he is born into a world of death, violence, wounds, adventure, heroism and cowardice, good and evil. If they mean the first I agree with them: but not if they mean the second. The second would indeed be to give children a false impression and feed them on escapism in the bad sense. There is something ludicrous in the idea of so educating a generation which is born to the OGPU and the atomic bomb. Since it is so likely that they will meet cruel enemies, let them at least have heard of brave knights and heroic courage. Otherwise you are making their destiny not brighter but darker. Nor do most of us find that violence and bloodshed, in a story, produce any haunting dread in the minds of children. As far as that goes, I side impenitently with the human race against the modern reformer. Let there be wicked kings and beheadings, battles and dungeons, giants and dragons, and let villains be soundly killed at the end the book. Nothing will persuade me that this causes an ordinary child any kind or degree of fear beyond what it wants, and needs, to feel. For, of course, it wants to be a little frightened.

Lewis goes on to reference Chesterton later in the essay.

I think they’re both absolutely on point. Fiction is a safe way to engage with very real fears, dilemmas, and inevitable tragedies of life.

also, did C.S. Lewis say fuck the police?

And I think it possible that by confining your child to blameless stories of child life in which nothing at all alarming ever happens, you would fail to banish the terrors, and would succeed in banishing all that can ennoble them or make them endurable. For in the fairy tales, side by side with the terrible figures, we find the immemorial comforters and protectors, the radiant ones; and the terrible figures are not merely terrible, but sublime. It would be nice if no little boy in bed, hearing, or thinking he hears, a sound, were ever at all frightened. But if he is going to be frightened, I think it better that he should think of giants and dragons than merely of burglars. And I think St George, or any bright champion in armour, is a better comfort than the idea of the police.

I’m not sure exactly how to articulate it but—there is this bizarre base assumption i see from people discoursing about children’s media, and that’s the assumption that children are somehow unfamiliar with negative emotions. Like, maybe you’ve managed to completely forget your entire life before you turned eighteen, but kids spend a lot of time being hurt, and scared, and angry. A lot of people had terrible fucking childhoods, and a lot of kids are having terrible fucking childhoods right now. When i was a child, and i read books where bad things happened to kids, that was in no way shocking to me, i already knew bad things happened to children. It made me feel more connected to those stories, not less, and it made it more impactful when those child characters overcame it all in the end. That’s important for children. A lot of them are in desperate need of a little hope, and they aren’t going to get it from nothing stories with no conflict. They put conflict in children’s media for a reason

Also i see some of you handwringing over child protagonists going through, like, the most basic hero’s journey. Please, for the love of god, realize that you as an adult are going to understand children’s media differently than the actual kids it’s intended for. Because you’re all grown up now, you aren’t going to be able to relate to a child protagonist. You’re going to see a child in danger. The children the story is meant for are going to see a kid like them who is able to face hardship and triumph

[straycatboogie]

2023/08/01 English

BGM: Ryuichi Sakamoto - War & Peace (Cornelius Remix)

I'm still thinking about the troubles about the movies "Barbie" and "Oppenheimer". Indeed, I need to do so with trying to seek for the truth to learn again like a journalist. Therefore I should accept that I am saying my "incomplete" and "rare" opinion at this moment. But I have to say that I have found some opinions as "We Japanese should say that 'We can't allow any atomic bombs' clearly". In this situation, I feel a kind of Devil start whispering as "Really?" or "Is that true?" in me. I think that some Japanese would say that "That atomic bombs were what we needed" or "We should have done that decision to finish that war". Is this a kind of terrible "relativism" or "cynicism"? You would say that "Then, how do YOU think?". I want to say that "No more HIROSHIMAS". It's from the same reason that I can't allow any terrorism or massacre which can kill a lot of innocent people. But, that Devil's whisper comes me as some uncool, but critical replies as "Then, How could we finish that war sooner? Could you suggest any alternative solution?" and "How do you think not to increase victims?". TBH, I am always fighting this kind of whispers every day.

I guess that at that war time their "common sense" or "ethics" had not been updated as now. Indeed, I am just saying from my imagination so I need your alternative opinion, but I guess the concept "peace" couldn't be sublime as now at that time. The era that "war" could be a way of solution for the problems, therefore not be a prohibited thing… But I have to say that this is just a silly speculation. In other words, I am stepping into a silly conspiracy. Now, we know how terrible Auschwitz was. Or Dachau, Hiroshima, and Nagasaki… we can also read "Man's Search For Meaning" (in Japan, we can read "Wildfire"). From them, I can learn that wars must be irrational "physically". But at that time, they couldn't see that the wars must kill weak people meaninglessly as bugs. Could the weak people be "visible"?

But, I also don't want to say that "We Japanese must allow them because they must do that decision to finish the war. Atomic bombs must be needed". Yes, I am really wishy-washy. I am moved so easily by wind's currency. But, even though I try to understand that limit at that time, I think that to criticize that period's primitive common sense from the current time, by the current common sense. To look at that past with keen and critical eyes would mean to look at our footsteps to the current place. How have we walked our way to here (it means the "history"). Accepting "they reached their limit" and "They couldn't choose alternative, better way" with realistic attitude, but returning to the principle of "But, we have to save the dignities of victims. Be human". I believe that is possible. So I don't want to deny the revisionist's old good logic as "Fascists had done good works" or "Hitler had helped some people". Of course, I won't allow the holocaust and also Eugenic thought (I am autistic therefore this thought would hurt me/us). I want to make my logic for the revisionists or cynical people. How can I be real/actual to make my opinion? That's what I am thinking.

Today I worked early. This afternoon, I wrote my poem as usual. This evening, I had time so I read Hisaki Matsuura's essays. I started thinking my proses (in particular, I want to write "essays" or "columns") about the poetry. But I have been writing a journal at every morning and also a poem at every afternoon. This means I have been doing too much output everyday therefore I have to face the lack of inputting. To stop this journal could be a solution… Reading Hisaki Matsuura, I started thinking if I would read his novels and proses more. Write as you think, as you want… Hisaki taught me that truth (by quoting his favorite critic, Roland Barthes). This year, I want to read Proust's "In Search of Lost Time" (Indeed, I would never be able to read it completely). I am also interested in Louis Carroll's poetry… If I have a certain free time, I want to watch great movies about Hiroshima or The Pacific War itself.

Departure at Dusk

A sunset time I enjoyed Lloyd Cole's "No Blue Skies" I remembered the days I had read the novel "High Rise" At that time I had already had two drunken eyes People said what they should, but I believed I must be wise

In Japanese, we write dusk as "the time he can't be seen" The time a owl start flying… Yes, it's what Hegel would mean I had adored to be a writer a long time ago, since I was 14 Troubles happened… but I tried to keep on saving my eyes keen Since this summer of 48, I started this creation series with Muse I am single with no kids, therefore I have nothing to lose Like this creating process, I've enjoyed a private, spiritual cruise

A pen, a notebook, and a smartphone. These are what I need I just keep on living this life passionately, and keep this slow speed I'm now at the dusk time of my life… But I just try to keep my creed

[literary-illuminati]

favourite books, or favourite books from this year?

This is too difficult to narrow down to one or two, so here's a top five? (As of the start of September, because this has been sitting in my drafts for a WHILE)

In no particular order

Circe, by Madeline Miller - in terms of prose, Miller might literally be my favorite author writing today. She needs to have written more, please. Just perfectly beautiful and tragic and properly mythic and altogether sublime. Lodged in my head as the canonical telling of the myth of Circe to compare others to.

Downbelow Station, by C. J. Cherryh - I've rambled on about this at length already, but this is the rare piece of SFF that really feels plausible to me? Like, not in the sense of technology, but that there's no main character, that chance and contingency and weight of history matter more than the grand destiny of any individual or family, that the world is fundamentally amoral without being fundamentally malevolent, and just, it reads like it could be the history of the future. That's a really rare accomplishment. Also for what a cultural wasteland the 80s are supposed to have been it really didn't feel dated at all. (I've got two other Cherryh books that have been sitting on my dresser for six months I should really get to)

The Emperor of All Maladies: A Biography of Cancer, by Siddhartha Mukherjee - The acknowledgements for this book mention it was inspired by The Making of the Atomic Bomb, and you can tell (in the best possible way). One of the rare pop-sci books that really feels like it expands you understanding of the world and lifts some small few of the scales from your eyes. Also oddly hopeful and inspiring, for all the horrors (the very, very well-described horrors. I went form barely knowing what leukemia was to having nightmares about it).

Radiance, by Catherynne Valente - I do adore Valente's writing, but this is probably the first full length work of hers I've read that lives up to the novellas and short stories. It coasts by almost entirely on style and aesthetic and how perfectly aimed the character and arc of the protagonist is at me in particular, but my god the style and aesthetic are worth the price of admission. The whole thing should really fall apart under the weight of its pretension, and I really love it for the fact that it doesn't.

India in the Persianate Age, by Richard M. Eaton - A rather dry history text, really, and not one I'd really recommend to someone who just asked me for a book to read. But I've got at least a vague view-from-ten-thousand-feet idea of the shape of history from the medieval era on, and India was (and to a lesser extent is) one of the main remaining gaps. So I'm deeply appreciative for providing an organizing narrative of the region's development to use. And just generally, one of those books that really feels like its filling in little blank spots on the map? Sure it's dry, but just incredibly interesting subject matter and well-argued thesis.

(Honorable Mentions: The Chosen and the Beautiful by Nghi Vo, The Causal Angel by Hannu Rajaniemi, The Jasmine Throne by Tasha Suri)

[balioc]

Responding to this post, in a format that doesn't stick an enormous text wall on everyone's dashboard.

OK. To start with, this is super important:

“This is what we hold to be important because it’s tradition” is not, and has never been, the traditional outlook. It is, as we say, the traditionalist outlook. Or, if you prefer, the LARPer [derogatory] outlook. It is a bastardized, incoherent justification employed only by alienated midwit theorists who are desperately trying to hold onto something that they've already lost and never properly understood. And if you pretend that it is the animating spirit of conservatism, you will fail to understand actual conservatives, very badly -- both in the sense that you're not engaging with their good theorists who have meaningful things to say, and (even more importantly) in the sense that you won't understand the inchoate forces that are driving the rank and file.

The pious man does not pray to God because it is the way of his ancestors. He prays to God because God is good, because he wishes to be saved, because he is overcome with humility and gratitude in the face of his Maker.

The macho man does not hew to his traditional gender roles because they are traditional, and he values tradition so very much. He hews to his traditional gender roles because he wants to be a real man (and not a faggot), and he has a pretty clear picture in his mind of what that means.

When you say "people should do what is good for them," the conservative replies with: Yes, very true, people should do what is good for them. It is good for people to pray to God. It is good for men to be men and for women to be women. That is what goodness is, and if your measurements say otherwise, then your measuring stick is wrong. And he will probably add: But even if we use your warped atomized liberal measure, and just check whether people are happy and "fulfilled" -- which is, again, not actually the same as goodness -- the results of that measurement will still favor my program. It turns out that chasing after every whim doesn't actually make you happier, not in the long run, and being able to rely on the people around you living up to their proper social roles does make you happier. Your principles have created a world where it's normal for women to be mentally ill and normal for children to want to kill themselves; at what point do you admit failure?

And then you get into an argument over what "goodness" means and how you measure it, and soon enough you find that you have incompatible axioms, hooray.

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If you give people the freedom to choose --

-- well, the results will depend a lot on where they started. No one exists in a vacuum, and there is no possible choice that is unfettered by the soul-defining pressures of society.

If you give Amish teenagers the freedom to choose their lifestyle, for example, they will overwhelmingly choose an Amish [extremely conservative] lifestyle rather than anything more modern or more liberal. That's exactly what rumspringa is. This is, in part, because rumspringa is kind of a cruel trick; if you take someone from a smotheringly-communitarian milieu and throw him into atomized modernity with no preparation, then surprise! it's likely to go very badly. But it's also because human beings spend their childhood, in large part, learning what they value -- what things like "goodness" and "beauty" and "admirable conduct" mean. If everything you're raised to value is exemplified by an Amish community, then the "English" world isn't going to measure up very well.

[SIDEBAR: Part of the reason that conservatism failed so badly on a cultural front, in the modern Westernized world, is that the mid-20th-century model of self-righteous capitalized conservatism was so corrupt and so hypocritical that it failed to provide good value even by its own standards. If you teach your kids to value being rich, they're going to leave your conservative community behind to pursue economic opportunity. If you teach your kids to care deeply about what the neighbors think, then when the neighbors start to disagree with you, your kids will too. Etc. In fairness to conservative intellectuals, most of them have realized by now how badly their immediate predecessors shit the bed on this front.]

If you start your people off in a liberalized milieu -- which is to say, with enormous freedom of choice, and very little guidance (or pressure) regarding what they should value --

-- then, yes, it's true, conservatism is going to fail super hard in the marketplace of ideas and lifestyles, virtually no one is going to buy what the trads are selling.

But in the long run, even in the medium run, whatever you value is going to fail just as hard.

Because the completely liberalized marketplace-of-ideas-and-lifestyle is an untended garden, an environment that optimizes ruthlessly for the most competitive memes, and nothing else. In the end it will give you heroin and porn and Cookie Clicker and Twitter dogpiles, and nothing else. Heroin and porn and Cookie Clicker and Twitter dogpiles are the things designed to scratch that basal human urge of [gimme stimulus], and nothing grand or glorious or sublime can match them on that front. All the things that lie beyond that, all the "interconnection and new knowledge and new experiences," all the cathedrals and palaces, all the wonders of science, all the works of art and literature that I would consider worth a damn, require

(a) having your values molded past the baseline of the greedy infant -- by community elders, by wise and clever teachers, by some weird book on which you imprinted, by something; and

(b) cultivating the art of letting those molded values override your basal click-the-cookie instincts.

At which point we start talking about how to do this, and also about which values are best, now that we're in the business of trying to shape people's values to begin with. And this is (at the most abstract level) the conversation with which conservatives can, plausibly, engage in a productive fashion.

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On the object level, I don't think I actually disagree with you, particularly. One of the major problems with conservative ideologies is that their premises make them inflexible; whatever your program is, some portion of the population is going to end up saying "this is really really bad for me," and there are some legitimating myths and moral structures that allow you to work with those people, but "God said so" (etc.) just makes them into implacable enemies. And on an even object-ier level than that, I do in fact care deeply about individual flourishing, and I do think of the individual human mind as the measure of all things, and not having any safety valves for oddballs and deviants is super terrible.

But if you're going to wrestle with powers and principalities, they should be real ones, not shadow puppets.

[script-a-world]

hi, any advice on timeline and era etc stuff? I have dyscalculia so numbers and measurements are meaningless to me and it’s really difficult to figure out how much time should lapse (on a large scale; time periods, millennia, eras, etc, not stuff like in one persons lifespan) between eras and events, especially in regards to political n social n technological etc changes

Feral: That depends. There isn’t one answer. You’re asking for longer time periods than a generation or a lifetime, but for scale, take what’s happening now. How many calamities, major political events, social trends, and changes in technology (and how we interact with it) have happened in the year 2020? Since the year 2016? Since 2008? Since 2001? How are they grouped together or spaced apart? And these are all working on each other. In the USA where I live, the 9/11 attacks absolutely have a direct causal effect with the politics that led to the 2016 election (actually before that a Supreme Court decision in the 2000 election also had an impact on that result), and the results of the 2016 election impacted how COVID has been handled this year. That’s 20 years, so when we’re looking at longer timeframes, we scale up. We see gaps and groupings and there just isn’t a specific “oh every decade/score/century, these types of events happen.”

To quote a particularly relevant introduction on Wikipedia:

This results in descriptive abstractions that provide convenient terms for periods of time with relatively stable characteristics. However, determining the precise beginning and ending to any ‘period’ is often arbitrary, since it has changed over time over the course of history.

To the extent that history is continuous and not generalized, all systems of periodization are more or less arbitrary. Yet without named periods, however clumsy or imprecise, past time would be nothing more than scattered events without a framework to help us understand them.

Eras, of the non-geological or -cosmological sort, or time periods are culturally determined, completely variable in length, and often overlap. For example, the beginning of the Victorian Era, 64 years, (defined by Victoria’s rule of England) of the Anglo-influenced world overlapped with the Antebellum Era, 78 years, (defined by political and social tensions in the lead up to the American Civil War) of the United States, which is also part of the Anglo-influenced world, and then following the end of the Antebellum Era, was the American Civil War, 4 years, and then the Reconstruction Era, 14 years (the first 2 of which are within the Civil War), which are both fully contained within the Victorian Era. Typically, when you are trying to think about eras, think about political rulership, wars, and large scale trends like artistic styles. It may also be helpful to familiarize yourself with the Three-Age System, which can be applied individually on cultures, rather describing trends for the whole world.

What it really comes down to when we think of eras and time periods is almost like a type of pareidolia. People see groupings of like things happening and put this grouping into a bubble of time, which kinda doesn’t actually exist in objective reality and is more or less a group hallucination on a massive scale. It calls to mind what Zeno’s arrow might have actually been trying to describe - not to say that this paradox is infallible, but it’s an interesting thought exercise, especially once you get into the quantum Zeno effect.

Now that I have fully diverged from the question at hand, we’ll get back to it. Let’s look at one technology type and how much time elapses between developments as well as some tie-in technological, social, and political forces that may be acting on the developments or that the developments might be acting on. I’ll also note how this technology traverses the eras of history as I find that looking at one discrete set over time is easier than just trying to look at the big picture. Let’s look at the history of printing.

(With hopes that it will be easier for you to conceptualize, I will use simplified (aka rounded up/down) timeframes written numerically rather than spelled out or via terms like decade or century so at the very least you can compare length of numbers. I’m also going to link as many Wikipedia articles as I can - I like Wikipedia for this because of its incredible cross-indexing and how it strings relevant articles together into a series, often chronologically. If the numbers are still challenging for you, I will summarize without at the end.)

5,520 years ago, the very first form of printing we know about is done with cylinders rolled over wet clay in Sumer in 3500 BCE, the beginning of the Early Bronze Age.

3,700 years later, woodblock printing is developed in China somewhere around 200 CE/AD, just after the end of the Pax Romana in Europe.

700 years later, the next development of printing is movable type, which is developed in China in 1040. 26 years later, on the other side of the world, in 1066 is the Battle of Hastings and the establishment of the Norman Era of rulership in England, in another 20 years, in 1086, the Domesday Book is hand written in 2 volumes: 1 is 764 8”x15” pages, the other 900 8”x11” pages.

400 years later gives us the Gutenburg printing press that is developed in Germany (at the time in the Holy Roman Empire) in 1440. This is during the Renaissance Era; it’s also the Era of Humanism, and often called the Early Modern Period. Martin Luther will write the 95 Theses less than 80 years later and start the Protestant Reformation, largely thanks to the ability for the theses to be easily copied by the printing press and spread quickly.

75 years later we have etching in 1515. 90 years later, the first weekly “true” newspaper, the Relation, begins printing in 1604.

130 years later we have mezzotint in 1642, which is the start of the First English Civil War, which will last for 4 years. Depending on your preference, the Age of Enlightenment either began 5 years before or 40 years later (unless you’re French).

130 years later we have aquatint in 1772. That is right at the beginning of the American Revolution: 2 years after the Boston Massacre; 1 year before the Boston Tea Party; 2 years before the Intolerable Acts and the First Continental Congress; 3 years before Patrick Henry’s “Give Me Liberty or Give Me Death” Speech (which is printed and shared across the colonies), Paul Revere’s Ride, and the Battle of Lexington & Concord; and finally 4 years before Thomas Paine’s Common Sense is published, the signing of the Declaration of Independence (which is printed and shared across the colonies), Nathan Hale’s execution for treason against the Crown, and Washington’s Crossing of the Delaware.

25 years later lithography is developed in 1796; the year prior Napoleon overthrows le Directoire.

40 years later we have chromolithography in 1837, the year Victoria ascends and the first electric/battery powered locomotive is invented.

5 years later is the rotary press in 1843. The First Industrial Revolution is over.

15 years later is the hectograph in 1860. 1 year later, the American Civil War begins.

15 years later is offset printing in 1875. 1 year before, the first commercial typewriter becomes available. 1 year later is Bell and Watson’s first phone call in 1876.

10 years later is hotmetal typing in 1884.

1 year later is the mimeograph in 1885. 2 years later is Black Monday. 5-10 years later the radio is invented.

20 years later is the photostat and rectigraph in 1907.

4 years later is screen printing in 1911. 3 years later WWI begins in 1914.

10 years later is the spirit duplicator in 1923. The Roaring Twenties.

2 years later is dot matrix printing in 1925. 4 years later is the Great Crash.

10 years later is xerography in 1938, the same year as the first digital computer. 1 year later WWII begins in 1939.

2 years later is spark printing in 1940. 1 year later is the Attack on Pearl Harbor.

9 years later is phototypesetting in 1949. The USSR detonates their first atomic bomb.

1 year later is inkjet printing in 1950. Truman orders the development of the hydrogen bomb. Apartheid becomes law in South Africa.

7 years later is dye-sublimation in 1957. 6 years later, Martin Luther King, Jr. gives his “I Have a Dream” Speech.

12 years later is laser printing in 1969, the summer of which is known for very Very.

3 years later is thermal printing in 1972. The break-in at the Watergate Office Building is this same year and 2 years later Nixon resigns.

14 years later is 3D printing in 1986, the year Pixar Animation is founded and the year after the beginning of the Iran-Contra Affair.

1 year later is solid ink printing in 1987. 2 years later is the invention of the World Wide Web, and the internet as we know it.

4 years later is digital printing in 1991, the same year the USSR dissolved. 2 years before, the Berlin Wall fell.

There have been no significant developments in the history of printing since 1991.

So, let’s look at some averages to help us consume this data. Printing has a history of 5,520 years. It took 3,700 years for another development to occur, and then another 700 years after that - in other words, in the first 4,400 years of printing, there were 3 developments, equalling to an average of 1 every 1,470 years. In the 400 years between 1440 and 1843,  there were 7 developments (average of 1 every 57 years). In the next 100 years between 1860 and 1957, there were 14 developments (average of 1 every 7 years but with 1 year having 2 developments simultaneously). In the next 22 years between 1969 and 1991, there were 5 developments (average of 1 every 4 years).

While the general trend is that the more a technology develops, the faster it develops, a trend is not the whole picture. Consider: in the 90 years of 1796-1885, there were 6 developments, making the average 1 every 15 years. In the 85 years of 1907-1991, there were 15 developments, making the average 1 every 6 years. There has not been a development in the past 30 years! There hasn’t been this large of a gap since 1837, 180 years ago.

In general, without numbers, what I think we can see here is that sometimes a certain development, like the printing press, can usher in a new era, and sometimes reactions to what else is happening in the world can pressure someone into developing something new, but often times, most times, when you look at just one thing under microscope over time, why that thing is produced in this era but not that era has nothing to do with the eras in question. When we create time periods, we’re generally doing it after the fact. No one living under the rule of the Roman Empire in 100 CE was thinking to themselves, “ah yes, the Pax Romana, when we have peace for 200 years!”

So applying all of this to worldbuilding, I see two methods that you can use together, to create a timeline that makes sense and is useful to your storytelling.

Method the first, arbitrarily create time bubbles of various lengths - I recommend the use of index cards for this. Index card A is 7 years; card B is 150 years; card C is 47 years and so on. Then take big ideas and put those onto your cards; use inspiration from real history. “I want the War of the Roses but condensed into 7 years.” “A Mongolian Empire type expansion happens over 150 years.” “There’s a 47 year Renaissance of fascination with Ancient History.” Then take those cards, lay them out into roughly the order in which you want them to occur, maybe overlap them a little, especially if they are happening in different parts of your world. Remember that time is not actually linear and things do not happen in a linear, narrative manner in the real world, so there can be wild leaps; there can be regressions; and you don’t have to follow real world history here - though you may want to the first time as a helpful exercise. It’s also very unlikely that you will ever have to know exactly how many years are between the eras or what the interstitial eras are.

Method the second, list all the major historical events, inventions, etc that you want/need to have happened. Start with what directly impacts your main characters and plot. “MC’s great-grandfather is humiliatingly defeated in battle, casting a pall of embarrassment across the generations following and ultimately putting the MC in the position that she starts in.” “The first great wizard codifies the 10 Laws of the Important Magical Order that the MC is trying to earn her place in.” Put these in an order that makes sense to you, keeping in mind that it’s not going to be a perfect progression. Again, you don’t need to know how many years there are between each event, but if great-grandpa was the last in a very long line of family members allowed to be in the Important Magical Order, then that IMO had to be founded first, and there would probably be some events between these two.

Then, when you have your two timelines, one of era/time periods and one of events, graft them together. You may have to shift some things to make it work, but consider the “feeling” or theme of the eras and what events make sense in relation to those feelings. Additionally would this event be more suited to happening when the era is new and is finding itself or when the era is solidly on course or is it an event that would completely shatter the illusion of the era and usher in a new one? Does it make sense for your great wizard to be codifying her laws in the expansion of an empire, or during a period of relative peace and prosperity in an established empire, or before empires were a thing in this world and few traveled far from home?

Tex: I’ve found that historically important events are caused for roughly two reasons - one, an invention that others capitalize on for an exponential growth into other inventions/social uses, and two, someone got sick of someone else’s crap and did something about it. Natural disasters will happen with enough frequency to be noted (see: the Little Ice Age, the Black Death, and the 1883 eruption of Krakatoa), although there’s little prediction for them because of the lack of observable build up in activity.

To pull from Feral’s timeline of examples, writing is popularly attributed to being invented in Sumer, 5,520 years ago - it’s our oldest found example, at any rate, though I’ve learned to never say never on archaeological discoveries.

What prompted this invention? Things rarely occur out of the blue, and rarely without interaction from other domains - where could writing have come from? Maybe art? What about from the creation of a tool, a reuse of certain skill sets? Something else we haven’t thought of yet?

So that’s one half of the question. But what about the other half - what did people around the inventor (multiple inventors?) think of this new thing? Deliberately associating a particular sound with a particular object - even a 2D object like pressing shapes into a piece of clay - and then standardizing it, is no mean feat. How did this agreement even happen? Were there arguments about how to do these graphemes, how best to shape them? What about which phoneme to each?

I doubt Sumerian cuneiform was created in a day, and likewise I doubt that language popped into existence on a whim. To keep pulling from this example, language composition has a strong effect on how we interact with our environment (University of Missouri-St Louis Libraries), but it conversely is also deeply affected by the environment its users create (Nature).

Because of this, I think it’s easier to work from a different angle - figure out what your major events are, and what eras you’re covering. If these major events also define an era, that’s even better! Working out how long everything each thing takes is ultimately a bunch of minor details, so it’s up to you how much your plot actively needs them, rather than decoration to your story meant to amuse you more than your audience.

[oliverwvvd]

the devil in me, part ii

Back to writing these two, inevitably, at long last. This is for the lovely anon who dropped by and mentioned this one, despite it having been years since the last post. This is slightly trigger heavy, so sorry if the triggers contain spoilers, but people's mental health comes first so they can choose whether or not to engage with the content.

This is part of a series. You can find part one here.

pairing: Marcus Flint x Oliver Wood

premise: When Marcus wakes again in the endless white of St Mungo's, Oliver is still there, and his wand is still gone. Marcus thinks it's about debts owed, or at least, that's what he's trying to tell himself. Whatever other reasons might keep Oliver Wood at his bedside aren't remotely within a framework he's equipped to handle. [possible triggers: severe PTSD, hospitals, battle situations, Legilimency, implied invasion of the mind, implied intention not to survive]

When he wakes, one needle is back in his arm and Marcus’ first inclination is to be pissed off about it. Of course it is. Being angry is the best alternative, sublimation for all of the other emotions he should be feeling and isn’t. He doesn’t need any St Mungo’s trained therapist to tell him about that, mainly because it’s deliberate on his part.

“For fuck’s sake,” he mutters. “I don’t want painkiller withdrawal on top of everything else. The dosage has to be sky-high for me not to be feeling anything.”

“So you’d rather have the searing amount of pain that makes you pass out within minutes instead? You’re right; being a masochist is a much better idea.”

He closes his eyes. “Why are you still here, again?”

“Waiting for you to take your head out of your arse, though it seems I’ll be in for a long wait.” The tart rejoinder in a lovely, rolling Scottish brogue that he instinctively wants to wrap himself in doesn’t help his temper. Neither does the fact that Oliver is still too earnest despite the familiar barb in the words, as though he thinks he owes Marcus something. The stubborn set to his jaw is familiar too, viewed more than once when facing him on a Quidditch pitch.

It makes Marcus want to push him away for his own safety, because don’t you know what I am? Instead, his gaze is sulky, as though he’s a teenager again in a way he hasn’t been in years, and it’s solely fixed on Oliver. “I don’t like you, and I don’t want you here,” he says, and if that’s not the biggest lie he’s told in the past couple of years, he’s not entirely sure what is.

Oliver shrugs. “That’s too bad, Flint, because I’m not going anywhere.” He’s wearing a poloneck jumper, just like he used to at school when it got to winter weekends out of uniform, and Marcus has the fleeting, horrifying thought that maybe it covers bruises or worse. A second thought just as horrifying resurfaces: he still doesn’t have his wand.

That thought makes him abruptly change the subject. “Alright, Wood, since you’re here, be a good boy and tell me why I don’t have my wand.” It’s not a question. He doesn’t phrase it as one. To punctuate it and make it clear he’s not asking, Marcus opts to verbally twist the knife for good measure. “You owe me. That’s why you’re here, right? To settle the debt. So start talking.” That’s not a question either, because why else Oliver might be there is more than he can possibly handle getting into.

Oliver’s (Wood’s, damn it) expression darkens momentarily, as though he’s about to pick a fight. Marcus wants him to, because at least that would be normal, but he sees it the moment that Oliver registers he’s in a hospital bed all over again, sees the way his gaze turns pained and then the shutters draw closed again so he’s at a loss for what the other is thinking. He doesn’t like it. Oliver was always an open book, no filter, no love lost on his side of the equation. He doesn’t know what this new thing is.

He clears his throat brusquely. “Well?”

Oliver sighs. “They’re concerned about your mental state as well. That’s why you don’t have your wand. They thought you might try something you’d regret.”

Fury is, of course, the quickest and most reliable reaction. “So they thought they’d improve things by taking away the only piece of autonomy I had available to me for months? That’s genius thinking, that is. Who do I need to see to recommend them for promotion?”

Oliver’s lips twitch briefly then, clearly catching the sarcasm, but at the same time seemingly unable to smile at it. That’s fine, because it’s not funny at all.

Marcus exhales a sharp sigh, one that’s less exasperated by this point than unimpressed. “I suppose they thought I’d curse the whole place down, eh?” This time, it is a question, and the smile that goes with it isn’t genuine, it’s mean and sharp-edged. It’s an echo of all the ugly things that have stained his hands and his mind, and it occurs to him that throughout that, Oliver has been the only good thing, a pure thing he’d constructed for himself, a secret he kept that was sometimes the only reason he didn’t give in altogether. Now that’s done and it’s back to reality.

To his consternation, Oliver shakes his head, as though he can sense what Marcus is thinking. “No one believes that after the battle. You threw yourself in the way of someone that would have been dead if you hadn’t, without knowing whether you’d survive.” The words seemed hard for Oliver to speak, as though it was like a demon lived in his throat for as long as they sat there. “They didn’t know if you were going to pull through, the first couple of days.”

An eye-roll is Marcus’ first response to that, and he averts his gaze from Oliver then. “That was sort of the bloody point, Wood.” The words fall heavily in the room between them, but this time it’s not out of malice, it’s from defeat, an admission that he should have kept to himself. The anger hasn’t emptied its well yet, but for the time being, it’s quiet, a savage thing made somnolent again by the fact that he can feel the needle in his arm start to pour more potion into him. Presumably, it’s going to knock him out eventually.

Oliver’s own exhale is shaken, as though Marcus has punched him square in the solar plexus and it hurts, badly. After all these months of silence, it’s as though the casually cruel words aiming to drive him away are doing more damage than even the war has managed to. “Flint, you can’t just…”

Marcus wants to sit up again but the potion, damn it, feels like it’s got him pinned in place. That makes him edgy, makes him feel the cold sweat of panic beginning to prick, and he absolutely will not have a panic attack of any kind in front of an audience. He swallows hard, and Oliver seems unable to finish the sentence. It hangs there between them, unfinished.

That’s the moment that the door creaks open and the healer walks in, oblivious to the conversation that had been happening beforehand. Oliver leans back in the chair beside Marcus’ bed.

Marcus’ lip curls just slightly. “Come to check I’m still breathing?” he asks snidely. “Sorry to disappoint. You can go now, your duty is done.”

The healer does no such thing. “I’d hoped you’d be asleep by now,” he says with a tsk tsk sound that reminds Marcus of the teachers from school whenever he didn’t do his homework correctly. It does nothing to endear the man to him at all. “Evidently we need to increase your dosage. You shouldn’t have ripped those needles out of your arm as soon as you did, but Mr Wood tells me you have a remarkably high tolerance for pain.”

That causes Marcus’ gaze to narrow in Oliver’s direction, and it’s as accusing as it gets.

Oliver, to his credit (the little of it that Marcus is currently willing to give) doesn’t look away. “I’ve been in the Hospital Wing with you multiple times,” is the reminder that unexpectedly arrives, softer than he’s ever deserved. “You never took your painkillers. You always cast Evanesco.”

On the one hand, Marcus’ glare only intensifies, because Oliver’s just ratted him out to the healer. On the other, what does it even mean that Oliver remembers; how there seems to be something dark and sad behind his gaze ever since a few minutes ago. It doesn’t correlate with his real life knowledge of Wood, only the fantasy version he constructed in his head to have a reason to go on, and Marcus is fully aware of how incredibly unhealthy that was and is.

It’s only the healer’s voice that interrupts their charged stare, clearly ready to go for another lecture. “Well, there will be no hiding painkillers here. What were you thinking, taking those out? Did you just not realise the degree of damage you took?” It isn’t an indignant pair of questions, instead asked with the tone of someone who wants to understand the subject they are studying. It presses all of the wrong buttons for Marcus, and he endures it in silence until he can’t.

This is the moment he snaps. But it isn’t like every other time he’s lost his temper. No, this is different; his voice is surprisingly quiet and unsteady when he speaks. “Why does everyone want to know what I’m thinking suddenly? I’ve just spent the last two years having my mind pulled apart at a moment’s notice. All that I want is for everyone to stop trying to get into my head because I don’t want anyone in there ever again. Got it? It’s none of your business what I’m thinking.”

Dimly, he registers that Oliver has gone pale as he starts to understand what Marcus means. The healer looks appalled, because evidently, this was something undetectable while he was unconscious, and he’s beyond lashing out, because this has hit places he doesn’t want to go.

“Get out.” The words are quieter still, and there’s a flat, dulled down, deadly note to them.

Even half-conscious on a bed, drugged by the potion, it leaves to question what Marcus is capable of, the one thing no one has dared to think about so far. It’s a weak threat, but his voice carries all of it, like it’s every atom of a star at the moment of destruction.

The healer leaves. Oliver doesn’t, because Oliver hasn’t learned to be afraid of him, even though he should have.

When Marcus looks at him again, he thinks that he sees Oliver flinch, just a little around the eyes, and he knows he’s going to say something unforgivable if he isn’t left alone. “I meant you as well.” The words are empty. You need to go before I do any more things that I regret, and I can’t live with any more.

Oliver doesn’t listen. Instead, he does something that Marcus can handle even less. He climbs onto the bed and rests there next to him, close enough for Marcus to feel him breathe. “You’re really not a good listener, Flint. I already told you. I’m not leaving.”

Marcus’ hands suddenly feel too heavy, utterly ineffectual when he tries to raise them to push Wood right off the bed. Land on his arse. That’ll show him. Instead, his head starts to nod forward, and Oliver, the scheming bastard, must have known that the potion would take effect soon, had kept him talking until he had no choice but to go back to sleep again.

He’s so angry. He’s exhausted. He’s repeating the same cycle, inescapable, stuck on a loop of his own making. There’s wool against his face, something warm against his back. Oliver’s voice is there, he can feel it rumble in his chest, but the words don’t even register. It’s a warm sound, like copper and firelight, and it’s the last thing in his dwindling awareness before the world is lost altogether.

The frightening part is that he’s starting to want to wake up again. 

That wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

[your-disobedient-servant]

Voltaire’s Paméla Letters Translated: Intro and Letter #1

The letters that Voltaire rewrote in the vein of Richardson’s Paméla after his falling out with Frederick the Great have intrigued me ever since I first heard of them in November or December. Only discovered to have been a rewrite and not originals in the late 20th century, it’s hard to say how much of it is authentic and how much exaggerated or made up, but for me, the fact that they have been altered only adds to the fascination.

Six months into learning French, I’m still not sure I’m quite ready to use this as translation exercises, but I’m impatient, I found the book for very cheap, and besides, I feel that to translate Voltaire you must channel some of the hubris, so bring it on. Poetry (to my surprise, it turns out I actually enjoy translating poetry in some masochistic way) and all. In the end, I am proud of the result.

This is not a very juicy letter, but I’m sure one will come along soon enough. I’m not sure how many will I be able to complete because there’s about fifty of them altogether, but I hope I manage at least a few.

Big thanks to everyone who helped me out with the draft. The rest under the cut for brevity, English followed by original French.

FIRST LETTER

In Clèves, July 1750

It is to you, please, niece of mine, to you, woman of a wit superb, philosopher of the selfsame kind, to you who, like me, of Permesse, knows the many paths diverse; it is to you I now address this disarray of prose and verse, recount my long odyssey's story; recount unlike I back then did when, in my splendid age's glory, I still kept to Apollo's writ; when I dared, perhaps courting disaster, for counsel strike for Paris forth, notwithstanding our minds' worth, the god of Taste, my foremost master!

This journey is only too true, and puts too much distance between you and me. Do not imagine that I want to rival Chapelle, who has made, I do not know how, such a reputation for himself for having been from Paris to Monpellier and to papal land, and for having reported to a gourmand.

It was not, perhaps, difficult when one wished to mock monsieur d'Assoucy. We need another style, we need another pen, to portray this Plato, this Solon, this Achilles who writes his verses at Sans-Souci. I could tell you of that charming retreat, portray this hero philosopher and warrior, so terrible to Austria, so trivial for me; however, that could bore you.

Besides, I am not yet at his court and you should not anticipate anything: I want order even in my letters. Therefore know that I left Compiègne on July 25th, taking my road to Flanders, and as a good historiographer and a good citizen, I went to see the fields of Fontenoy, of Rocoux and of Lawfeld on my way. There was no trace of it left: all of it was covered with the finest wheat in the world. The Flemish men and women were dancing, as if nothing had happened.

Go on, innocent eyes of this bad-mannered populace; reign, lovely Ceres, where Bellona once flourished; countryside fertilised with blood of our warriors, I like better your harvests than all of the laurels: provided by chance and by vanity nourished Oh! that grand projects were prevented by doom! Oh! fruitless victories! Oh! the blood spilled in vain! French, English, German so tranquil today did we have to slit throats for friendship to bloom!

I went to Clèves hoping to find there the stage stations that all the bailiwicks provide, at the order of the king of Prussia, to those who to go to philosophise to Sans-Souci with the Solomon of the North and on whom the king bestows the favour of travelling at his expense: but the order of the king of Prussia had stayed in Wesel in the hands of a man who received it as the Spanish receive the papal bulls, with the deepest respect, and without putting them to any use. So I spent a few days in the castle of this princess that madame de La Fayette made so famous.

But this heroine and the duc of Nemours, we ignore in these places the gallant adventure; for  it is not here, I vow, the land of novels, nor the one of love.

It is a shame, for the country seems made for the princesses of Clèves: it is the most beautiful place of nature and art has further added to its position. It is a view superior to that of Meudon; it is a land covered in vegetation like the Champs-Élysées and the forests of Boulogne; it is a hill covered in gently sloping avenues of trees: a large pool collects  the waters of this hill; in the middle of the pool stands a statue of Minerva. The water of this first pool is received by a second, which returns it to the third; and at the foot of the hill ends in a waterfall pouring into a vast, semi-circular grotto. The waterfall lets the waters spill into a canal, which goes on to water a vast meadow and joins a branch of the Rhine. Mademoiselle de Scudéri and La Calprenède would have filled a volume of their novels with this description; but I, historiographer, I will only tell you that a certain prince Maurice de Nassau, the governor, during his lifetime, of this lovely solitude devised nearly all of these wonders there. He lies buried in the middle of the forest, in a great devil of an iron tomb, surrounded by all the ugliest bas-reliefs of the time of the Roman empire's decadence, and some gothic monuments that are worse still. But all of it would be something very respectable for those deep minds who fall into ecstasy at the sight of poorly cut stone, as long as it is two thousand years old.

Another ancient monument, the remains of a great stone road, built by the Romans, which led to Frankfurt, to Vienna, and to Constantinople. The Holy Empire devolved into Germany has fallen a little bit from its magnificence. One gets stuck in the mud in the summer nowadays, in the august Germania. Of all the modern nations, France and the little country of Belgium are the only ones who have roads worthy of Antiquity. We could above all boast of surpassing the ancient Romans in cabaret; and there are still certain points on which we equal them: but in the end, when it comes to durable, useful, magnificent monuments, which people can come close to them? which monarch does in his kingdom what a procosul did in Nîmes and in Arles?

Perfect in the trivial, in trifles sublime great inventors of nothing, envy we excite. Let our minds to the supreme heights strive of the children of Romulus so proud: they did a hundred times more for the vanquished crowd than we solely for ourselves contrive.

In the end, notwithstanding the beauty of the location of Clèves, notwithstanding the Roman road, in spite of a tower believed to have been built by Julius Caesar, or at least by Germanicus; in spite of the inscriptions of the twenty-sixth legion that quartered here for the winter; in spite of the lovely tree-lined roads planted by prince Maurice, and his grand iron tomb; in spite of, lastly, the mineral waters recently discovered here, there are hardly any crowds in Clèves. The waters there are, however, just as good as those of Spa or of Forges; and one cannot swallow the little atoms of iron in a more beautiful place. But it does not suffice, as you know, to have merits to be fashionable: usefulness and pleasantness are here; but this delicious retreat is frequented only by a few Dutchmen, who are attracted by the proximity and the low prices of living and houses there, and who come to admire and to drink.

I found there, to my great satisfaction, a well-known Dutch poet, who gave us the honour of elegantly, and even verse for verse, translating our tragedies, good or bad, to Dutch. Perhaps one day we will be reduced to translating the tragedies of Amsterdam: every nation gets their turn.

The Roman ladies, who leered at their lovers at the theatre of Pompeii, did not suspect that one day, in the middle of Gaul, in a little town called Lutèce, we would produce better plays than Rome.

The order of the king regarding the stage stations has finally reached me; so my delight at the princess of Clèves' place is over, and I am leaving for Berlin.

***

LETTRE PREMIÈRE

À Clèves, juillet 1750

C'est à vous, s'il vous plaît, ma nièce, vous, femme d'esprit sans travers, philosophe de mon espèce, vous qui, comme moi, du Permesse connaisez les sentiers divers ; c'est à vous qu'en courant j'adresse ce fatras de prose et de vers, ce récit de mon long voyage ; non tel que j'en fis autrefois quand, dans la fleur de mon bel âge, d'Apollon je suivais les lois ; quand j'osai, trop hardi peut-être, aller consulter à Paris, en dépit de nos beaux esprits, le dieu du Goût mon premier maître !

Ce voyage-ci n'est que trop vrai, et ne m'éloigne que trop du vous. N'allez pas vous imaginer que je veulle égaler Chapelle, qui s'est fait, je ne sais comment, tant de réputation, pour avoir été de Paris à Montpellier et en terre papale, et en avoir rendu compte à un gourmand.

Ce n'était pas peut-être un emploi difficile de railler monsieur d'Assoucy. Il faut une autre plume, il faut une autre style, pour peindre ce Platon, ce Solon, cet Achille qui fait des vers à Sans-Souci. Je pourrais vous parler de ce charmant asile, vous peindre ce héros philosophe et guerrier, si terrible à l'Autriche, et pour moi si facile ; mais je pourrais vous ennuyer.

D'ailleurs je ne suis pas encore à sa cour, et il ne faut rien anticiper : je veux de l'ordre jusque dans mes lettres. Sachez donc que je partis de Compiègne le 25 de juillet, prenant ma route par la Flandre, et qu'en bon historiographe et en bon citoyen, j'allai voir en passant les champs de Fontenoy, de Rocoux et de Lawfeld. Il n'y paraissait pas : tout cela était couvert des plus beaux blés du monde. Les Flamands et les Flamandes dansaient, comme si de rien n'eût été.

Durez, yeux innocents de ces peuples grossiers ; régnez, belle Cérès, où triompha Bellone ; campagnes qu'engraissa le sang de nos guerriers, j'aime mieux vos moissons que celles des lauriers : la vanité les cueille et le hasard les donne. Ô que de grands projets par le sort démentis ! Ô victoires sans fruits ! Ô meurtres inutiles ! Français, Anglais, Germains, aujourd'hui si tranquilles fallait-il s'égorger pour être bons amis !

J'ai été à Clèves comptant y trouver des relais que tous les bailliages fournissent, moyennant un ordre du roi de Prusse, à ceux qui vont philosopher à Sans-Souci auprès du Salomon du Nord et à qui le roi accorde la faveur de voyager à ses dépens : mais l'ordre du roi de Prusse était resté à Vesel entre les mains d'un homme qui l'a reçu comme les Espagnols reçoivent les bulles des papes, avec le plus profond respect, et sans en faire aucun usage. Je me suis donc quelques jours dans le château de cette princesse que madame de La Fayette a rendu si fameux.

Mais de cette heroïne, et du duc de Nemours, on ignore en ces lieux la galante aventure : ce n'est pas ici, je vous jure, le pays des romans, ni celui des amours.

C'est dommage, car le pays semble fait pour des princesses de Clèves : c'est le plus beau lieu de nature et l'art a encore ajouté à sa situation. C'est une vue supérieure à celle de Meudon ; c'est un terrain planté comme les Champs-Élysées et le bois de Boulogne ; c'est une colline couverte d'allées d'arbres en pente douce : un grand bassin reçoit les eaux de cette colline ; au milieu du bassin s'élève une statue de Minerve. L'eau de ce premier bassin est reçue dans un second, qui la renvoie à un troisième ; et le bas de la colline est terminé par une cascade ménagée dans une vaste grotte en demi-cercle. La cascade laisse tomber les eaux dans un canal qui va arroser une vaste prairie et se joindre à un bras du Rhin. Mademoiselle de Scudéri et La Calprenède auraient rempli de cette description un tome de leurs romans ; mais moi, historiographe, je vous dirai seulement qu'un certain prince Maurice de Nassau, gouverneur, de son vivant, de cette belle solitude, y fit presque toutes ces merveilles. Il s'est fait enterrer au milieu des bois, dans un grand diable de tombeau de fer, environné de tous les plus vilains bas-reliefs du temps de la décadence de l'empire romain, et de quelques monuments gothiques plus grossiers encore. Mais le tout serait quelque chose de fort respectable pour ces esprits profonds qui tombent en extase à la vue d'une pierre mal taillée, pour peu qu'elle ait deux mille ans d'antiquité.

Un autre monument antique, c'est le reste d'un grand chemin pavé, construit par les Romains, qui allait à Francfort, à Vienne et à Constantinople. Le Saint-Empire dévolu à l'Allemagne est un peu déchu de sa magnificence. On s'embourbe aujourd'hui en été, dans l'auguste Germanie. De toutes les nations modernes, la France et la petit pays des Belges sont les seules qui aient des chemins dignes de l'Antiquité. Nous pouvons surtout nous vanter de passer les anciens Romains en cabarets ; et il y a encore certains points sur lesquels nous les valons bien : mais enfin, pour les monuments durables, utiles, magnifiques, quel peuple approche d'eux ? quel monarque fait dans son royaume ce qu'un proconsul faisait dans Nîmes et dans Arles ?

Parfait dans le petit, sublimes en bijoux, grands inventeurs de riens, nous faisons des jaloux. Elevons nos esprits à la hauteur suprême des fiers enfants de Romulus : ils faisaient plus cent fois pour des peuples vaincus que nous ne faisons pour nous-mêmes.

Enfin, malgré la beauté de la situation de Clèves, malgré le chemin des Romains, en dépit d'une tour qu'on croit bâtie par Jules César, ou au moins par Germanicus ; en dépit des inscriptions d'une vingt-sixième légion qui était ici en quartier d'hiver ; en dépit des belles allées plantées par le prince Maurice, et de son grand tombeau de fer ; en dépit enfin des eaux minérales découvertes ici depuis peu, il n'y a guère d'affluence à Clèves. Les eaux y sont cependant aussi bonnes que celles de Spa et de Forges ; et on ne peut avaler de petits atomes de fer dans un plus beau lieu. Mais il ne suffit pas, comme vous savez, d'avoir du mérite pour avoir la vogue : l'utile et l'agréable sont ici ; mais ce séjour délicieux n'est fréquenté que par quelques Hollandais que le voisinage et le bas prix des vivres et de maisons y attirent, et qui viennent admirer et boire.

J'y ai retrouvé, avec une très grande satisfaction, un célèbre poète hollandais, qui nous a fait l'honneur de traduire élégamment en batave, et même vers pour vers, nos tragédies bonnes ou mauvaises. Peut-être un jour viendra que nous serons réduits à traduire les tragédies d'Amsterdam : chaque peuple a son tour.

Les dames romaines, qui allaient lorgner leurs amants au théâtre de Pompée, ne se doutaient pas qu'un jour au milieu des Gaules, dans un petit bourg nommé Lutèce, on ferait de meilleurs pièces de théâtre qu'à Rome.

L'ordre du roi pour les relais vient enfin de me parvenir ; voilà mon enchantement chez la princesse de Clèves fini, et je pars pour Berlin.

[wisdomrays]

QUESTIONS & ANSWERS: What is the Primordial Covenant?: Part 1

This matter is directly mentioned in the Qur'an:

And whenever your Sustainer brings forth their offspring from the loins of the children of Adam, He (thus) calls upon them to bear witness about themselves: "Am I not your Lord?"—to which they answer: "Yes, indeed, we do bear witness thereto." [Of this we remind you] lest you say on the Day of Resurrection: "Verily, we were unaware of this." (7:172)

According to this verse, every soul was required, at some point, to bear witness to its recognition of the Divine Existence and Unity. Qur'anic commentators continue to debate when this covenant was made. Therefore, we will look at a few considerations as to when and how and to whom this question was put.

• When we were as yet nothing and received the command Be!, we gave an affirmative existential response to God's creative act, which is represented or dramatized as a question–answer or a covenant.

• When were still in the form of atoms or even particles not yet formed as atoms, the Lord of the Worlds, Who cherishes and leads everything to perfection, made these particles feel the desire and joy of being human. He therefore took the promise and covenant from them, which is considered a "Yes" from all atoms to God's creative call, though it was far beyond their own power to even imagine such an affirmation.

Such question–answer or offer–acceptance is not in words or statements. For this reason, the event has been interpreted allegorically by some, as if the question were put, answered, and had a particular legal value and effect, although it is not an actual verbal or written contract. In fact, without taking into account God's power and innumerable ways of communicating with His creatures, considering this covenant to be an ordinary contract can lead only to difficulty and error.

This acknowledgement and declaration, this covenant bearing witness against ourselves as regards our recognition of the Divine Existence and Unity, is the ground of our knowing and feeling ourselves, of comprehending that we are nothing other than ourselves. In other words, this covenant is the ground of self-knowledge. It means that we start to look into the mirror of knowledge (ma'rifa), witness the realization of diverse truths reflected in our consciousness, and acknowledge and declare that witnessing. However, the offer–acceptance, the perceiving–making perceived, the covenant, is not overt or amenable to direct perception. Perhaps it becomes perceived after many warnings and orders, and thus the significance of moral and religious guidance, counselling, and enlightenment.

The ego or self (nafs) is created and entrusted to us so that we may know and declare the Creator's Existence and Unity. Therefore, we prove God's Existence with our own existence, and show God's Attributes with our own attributes. For example, our deficiencies and imperfection show God's all-sufficiency and perfection; our privations show God's wealth and abundance; and our inability, weakness, and poverty show God's power, favor, and benevolence. The covenanted self is God's first favor and bestowal upon humanity. Our proper response is to know and declare God's Existence throughout creation and to perceive His Light in all lights. This is how the primordial covenant is fulfilled. The covenant is like a command that is accepted through understanding the meaning of the magnificent Book of Creation written by the Divine Power and Will, of our comprehending the secrets of the lines of events.

The question–answer of the covenant should not be thought of in a material or corporeal sense. God commands beings according to their particular individual nature, and listens to their needs and speech and whatever issues from them. Thus, He understands all and fulfils their needs. In the scholastic theologians' terminology, the Almighty understands all languages and dialects; issues commands and communicates truths in them; explains and expounds humanity and the universe; and takes promises and makes covenant with them in the form of words, for which the technical term is kalam-i lafzi. There is also a Divine Speech specific to animals as inspiration, and to angels as divine discourse. Although their precise natures are unknown to us, obviously it is non-verbal and consists of different manifestations of the so-called kalam-i nafsi.

Divine Speech is so diverse and extensive—from the inspiration coming to the human heart to the discourse addressed to the angels—and the forms of communication between the Creator and His creation are so different and occur in such different realms that those who inhabit one realm cannot hear or detect the communications belonging to another realm.

It is a serious mistake to suppose that we can hear everything. It is generally accepted that the range of our hearing, like our sight, is quite limited. What we see and hear is almost nothing when compared to that which we cannot see or hear. For this reason, God's communicating with the atoms or systems within this creation, His composing, decomposing or re-composing them, occur in such sublime ways that our limited perceptive powers cannot detect or understand them.

We cannot know exactly when God made this covenant with us, for such knowledge is beyond the ability of our limited senses and faculties. In fact, He might have made it not with our whole being, but with a specific part, such as our soul, conscience, or one of the soul's sub-faculties.

There is general agreement that the human soul is an entity independent of the body. Since the soul came into existence before the physical body, and in a sense has a particular individual nature outside of time, and since the questioning and acceptance in the covenant was with the soul, our limited powers cannot comprehend or report it fully. The soul hears and speaks without words and voice, as it does in dreams, and communicates extrasensorily and without the medium of sound waves, as in telepathy. This special form of communication is registered and recorded in its own specific way. When its time is due, it will assume its specific form and, using that language, speak and bring to the mind all original associations. At that time, we will see that the covenant has remained imprinted upon the human soul. In addition, it will be adduced as an argument against its possessor on the Day of Judgment.

The souls of all human beings were gathered in a realm that was not veiled by an intervening realm, and so saw everything clearly. After this, they gave God an oath of allegiance. When He asked them to witness against themselves: "Am I not your Lord?" they replied: "Yes, we witness that You are our Lord and our God." However, as is common today, some people have never turned to that section of their soul (their conscience). Thus, they have not come across that profoundly inherent covenant in themselves, for they have no interest in it and have not tried to see beyond the corporeal world that intervenes between them and reality.

If their minds were not clouded by the conditioning biases under which they live, they would see and hear the answer to the covenant in their conscience. This is the main purpose of inward and outward, as well as subjective and objective contemplation and search. Engaging in such activities saves the mind from self-obsession and frees ideals. With an open mind and a genuinely free will, people can try to read the delicate writings in their consciences. Some people who have habituated themselves to looking into the depths of their hearts cannot discover in books the thoughts and inspiration they acquire through such inward observation and contemplation. Even the allegorical meanings and allusive signs in the Divine Books can become manifest in their true profundity if studied in such a manner. But people cannot attain such a profound level of inward observation and contemplation, or understand what they might discover there, if they cannot overcome their own selves.

Let's look at the when of this covenant. It is really difficult to derive anything definite from the Qur'an and Hadith on this matter. Some commentators argue that the covenant is taken in the realm of atoms, when the person is in a state of uncomposed, separate atoms, and with the atoms and the soul of which the person will be composed. Others say that the covenant is taken while the sperm is travelling toward the egg, when the individual begins to form in the mother's womb, when it becomes a foetus, when spirit is breathed into the foetus, when the child reaches puberty, or when the person is religiously responsible for his or her actions.

While each claim has its own supporting arguments, it is difficult to show a serious reason for preferring one to another.

In fact, this event could happen in the realm of spirits, in a different realm where the soul relates to or gets in touch with its own atoms, in any embryonic stage, or in any stages till the individual reaches puberty. God Almighty, Who realtes to both past and present simultaneously, Who sees and hears past and present together at the same instant, could take the covenant at all of the stages mentioned. As believers, we hear such a communication from the depth of our consciences and know that our hearts have borne witness to such a covenant.

As a stomach expresses its emptiness in its own language, as a body tells its aches and pains in its own words, so the conscience informs us of this event in its own language and words. It suffers pain, distress, and affliction. Moaning with pangs of regret, it becomes restless to keep the promise made, and always hopes for the good and the best. When it draws attention by its sighs and moans, it feels relieved, fortunate and happy, just as children do when they draw their parents' attention. When it cannot express its need or find anyone to understand it, it writhes in pain and distress.

[ozbailey]

Introduction to HTML

I have taken a course about HTML and CSS a few years ago. In our first lecture of Web Authoring, we’ve learned about what is HTML, what it consists of and what is the syntax of it. This lesson was a refreshment on my memory of HTML. We’ve learned about head and body and what should they contain inside. Head contains the title, which has information that is seen on browser tabs and search results. Body contains different kinds of elements. Main information about the page appears in body section which is what we all see when we look at a web page.

There are few editors to write HTML in it. I tried notepad, notepad++, sublime text and Atom. Atom seemed more appealing to me, and I suggest anyone who wants to start coding in HTML. When you write code in HTML, you can use comments to remember what you did there. Comment is written like <!—comment -->. You can validate your code, which I was worried about when writing. Because, some browsers are ignoring the error and displays the right result, which is misleading for anyone who wants to learn to code. There is a website called https://html5.validator.nu/ to check if you did the coding right or wrong. It may also not show every mistake you make.

I’m happy that I selected this course, because as a Computer Scientist, it brings back too many memories back and it is making me happy to code again.

[deshibyte]

Top 5 HTML Editor Free & Paid For Web Development.

What is an hypertext markup language (HTML) Editor?

According to Wikipedia “An HTML editor is a program for editing HTML, the markup of a web page.” Actually html editor is a specialized piece of software that assists in the creation of HTML code. It is similar to a text editor and It helps web designers and programmers to write error free html code.

Why does a web developer need an html editor?

Every web designer and developer needs to write thousands of html codes. A simple mistake or miss spell can ruin the whole project. And Remembering all the tags with the correct spell is quite impossible. And to avoid this html editor helps coders to write errorless html code. So, as a web developer you must use an html editor for writing html codes.

Top 5 Free  HTML Editor For Web Development.

There are many html editors available on the internet. I started learning html almost 12 years ago. In that time I used notepad++ to write codes. I used Adobe Dreamweaver, Brackets Atom sublime Text 3 Visual studio code. These are very popular html editors. Now I am going to write about these 5 popular html editors with Pros and Cons.

5. Notepad ++

I already said that, Notepad++ was my first html editor. And it is totally free. As a beginner it can be the right choice to start learning html with notepad++.

Pros:

Totally free.

Easy to install.

Available for all versions of Windows.

32-bit and 64-bit both are available.

Higher executing speed.

Using less CPU power.

Support Plugins.

Supports Multi Language

Cons:

Not supported on Linux.

Interface of Notepad ++ is not convincing.

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4. Adobe Dreamweaver

Adobe Dreamweaver is one of the most popular paid html editors. The best feature of Dreamweaver is live editing. It supports editing texts and image properties and classes directly in live view with just clicks. It is a product of Adobe that supports adobe stock and creative cloud libraries.

Pros:

Live Editing.

Fast Pleasant and very practical.

Ease of location and selection on the DOM panel.

Auto sync of remote and local files

Supports Multi Language

Cons:

Paid and Expensive

Note supported on Linux.

It Takes a lot of time at startup.

it doesn’t include wysiwyg

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3. Atom

Atom is a very popular HTML Editor Software which is totally free and open source. It supports various plugins too. Atom is developed by GitHub and It supports Windows macOS and Linux.

Pros:

Free and Open source

Easy to use

Supports Windows macOS and Linux

Fast and responsive

Supports External Plugins  

Supports Multi Language

Cons:

Sometimes it affects performance.

Plugins Issus

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2. Sublime Text 3

Sublime Text 3 is a super minimalistic HTML Code editor. It has its paid and free version. You can do almost everything with the free version. It is fast and very simple. It supports plugins with free versions.

Pros:

Free and Paid

Comfortable and Easy to use

Supports Windows macOS and Linux

Very Lightweight

Fully Customizable

Supports Multi Language

Cons:

It asks for a license every time you open it

Less Plugins

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1. Visual Studio Code

Visual Studio Code is a free and Open source editor. It supports almost all popular languages. I am a big fan of Visual Studio Code. I personally use Visual Studio Code. Because it runs everywhere. It is built in Git Command. Fully extensible and customizable. Just adding extensions will give you new features like a new language, theme, debugger etc.  

Pros:

Free and Open Source.

Supports Windows macOS and Linux

Fully Customizable

Supports Multi Language

Supports addons

Awesome debugger

Built in Git Command

Cons:

Big RAM consumptions

Slow launch time and loading

Big size

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[stoicbreviary]

"The Last Words of Cleanthes"

Richard Henry Horne (1802-1884) 'Here do I take my seat, Great Element! And for the last time listen to thy voice, Which now methinks hath a more lulling tone, E'en as of sympathy: but that's a dream. 'Many great spirits dwell in other worlds, And some are here, who live, like me, alone, But with a recognized influence of good, Rewarded by self-consciousness of power, Which is the Stoic's well-sufficing law; It is his law unto himself, comprising All kinds of labour; water, food, and space Of ground sufficient where to rest the head, Being his right in common with the herds, And all dumb fellow-creatures of the earth. 'Zeno is gone; and I have taught his School, With pride I yet may pardon in myself, Knowing how much of his great soul, outpoured For all throughout my being was transfused. Zeno hath passed to higher learning now, And thence to higher teachings will attain, Proportion'd to his spirit towering still; While I have linger'd here, and day and night Striven to be worthy of his great bequest.' The sage was seated on a lone sea-coast, And while the sun slow sank 'midst solemn smiles, As of paternal sadness, touch'd with hope, The sea came flowing up, still murmuring Its ever-fresh yet ancient harmonies. Near him there stands a Thracian youth, whose head And limbs elastic had enchain'd the gaze, But for the anxious chisellings o'er his face, As he beholds a man of massive brow, O'ersnow'd by four score years, who like a rock Placed on a rock, sits there, self-doom'd to die. 'Young man, thou pray'st me to recount my life— New comer from the Thracian Chersonese, Not knowing of my labours, or my thoughts, Nor why I sit here with intent to end A long life, every day whereof hath wrought The utmost work my faculties could achieve; Here, where the bright waves hasten tow'rds my feet, Not like fierce rows of fangs, but gracious friends Who bring to me my flowing funeral rites, Murmuring their deep hymns to eternity. 'I was a rough-bred and unletter'd man, Born to great strength of sinew and of bone, With that endurance which outlives defeat; And as a cestus-bearing athlete fought, Gaining some batter'd victories, with the applause Of brutal natures, and of spirits refined, Needing reaction after mental toil. With heavy ox-thonged cestus, newly stained From smashing contest, craving rest and shade, The grove I pass'd where Zeno held his School. The vision of that grand head floats before me, As then it loom'd above the shoulders bare, And grape-like curls of many a lovely youth Whose soaring spirit stood with folded wings. 'The hush'd repose—the shadows,—and the rhythm Of Zeno's eloquent cadences—a flow Of harmony as of the confluence sweet When Simoïs and Xanthus murmur'd through Some temple in the groves of vanish'd Troy, Melted my nerves, and overcame my heart, Till a new life-spring gushed into my brain, Flooding my thoughts, and forcing o'er each sense A change, which all my bodily strength transformed. More than a child's within a giant's grasp, Or clay beneath the statuary's hand, Softly I laid me listening on the grass,— And year by year, ne'er absent, day by day, Save for deep study in my lone abode, As one of Zeno's flock I fed and thought. 'Now while the days roll'd o'er my bowed-down head, My corporal needs—how few—were well supplied By labours of the night, wherein my strength Served well my higher craving; and for hinds On gardens, farms, or cattle far a-field, Water I drew from wells, or when the springs Sparkled in frosty silver 'neath the moon. 'Thus through my mind were melted twenty years, And Zeno left us—on life's pilgrimage Tow'rds higher knowledge,—and his Chair devolved On me, though others to that lofty seat Held worthier claim. As Polygnotus' hand In paintings illustrated godlike forms, And acts of heroes, so did I but teach, With humbler, but not less devoted powers, What godlike minds had imaged. Let that pass From me, the medium of those truths sublime, To rest as crowns for their diviner brows. 'And yet, young man, I have not lived in vain In mine own person, since examples weighty Rank with best teachings. Now, brief words paint years:— The tide rolls inward, and thou must depart, And leave me here to close my mortal hour. Through a long life I have thoroughly wrought my will, From nature's hand refusing all rich fruits, As from my labours, or man's kindliness, Receiving but the means for innocent food, Thus following Crates' and great Zeno's course, As rigidly as link doth follow link, When seamen raise an anchor to the prow; Or as the shadow of the hero's spear Beneath its singing, flies to the same mark. To man's best knowledge, and highest good Myself have I devoted evermore, With no weak murmurings o'er the poverty Which was my choice. And if my chief return From man were scoffs, cold pity, or neglect, As I for social life were all unfit— No business had on earth—let man progress The better for my life; I, none the worse For his contempt, but more content and glad In that my labours have been more removed From personal profit. My pure 'vantage rests On its negation and its nullity, Which is the Stoic's true—his best reward, Save in the satisfaction of his soul. It may be that some balance here is lost, Since Nature bids each seek his proper good. Every devotion hath inspiring madness— Oft madness of the loftiest, purest scope; But 'tis poor earthliness large gains to crave, Thanks, and prompt recognition from the world Of service and self-sacrifice. Enough— Man knows his own acts, his own secret mind,— Evades, or all the mingled truths confronts. 'Leave me, young man; the tide is rising fast! Good youth, retire—'tis now my will to die. Studies and hardships on extreme age piling Weight upon weight, life's arches are borne down; And as nought useless can, or should exist, I have for days, all sustenance refused, Press'd to my hands, but thankfully laid down, And now sit here, beside my sand-scoop'd grave, Waiting majestic burial from the sea. 'Nor are tombs wanting. Lo, yon marble rocks!— The architecture of some hand Divine! Intaglios fretted by a thousand years— Inscriptions motto'd by the unseen Powers That guide earth's great mutations, while around me The symbols both of present and of past— Enormous sea-weeds, strombites, and whitening bones, Submarine flowers that lift their welcoming heads, And wail of starv'd birds echoing to the moon, Now slowly rising from her daily grave, Profusely furnish funeral honours due To those whose life-lamps burnt in caves, like mine. Young man! forbear thy touch!—thy tearful voice— Begone at once! behold the waves flow near, And soon will kiss these pale and paralyzed feet. The crescent points creep round with gushing gleams, And now they eddying meet, and deepening flow! 'Covering his face, with smother'd sobs he goes— Farewell!—nay, boy!—he weeps, but he is gone. Ever-young World! I have well loved thy youth, And thought for me thou hadst no heart at all; But 'twas not so. I ne'er had sought to gain That sympathy which yet, like unplucked fruit, Is ready for the worthy traveller's hand. Absorb'd in work for man, men I forgot, With all their cherished trivialities. Wherefore they viewed me as a thing apart. I. 'O Zeus! I bless thee for the life thou gavest, So full of bodily strength, and health, and years; I bless thee for the mind that hath no fears Of death, whereby our atoms thou still savest, Till some fine consciousness again appears. II. O Zeus! I have doubted further gifts of Gods— Doubted futurity for each special mind; The soul, like music, dying on the wind; The body merging in earth's sands and sods;— But to thy Ruling evermore resigned. III. O Zeus! no claim have we to aught beyond! We bless thee for the life we have enjoyed; We hope our spirit shall not be destroyed: Thy waters to my dying Hymn respond In harmonies that change, ere rapture-cloyed. IV. O Zeus! I hear the broad waves gently flowing Over my feet, and nestling round my knees! My senses melt away by soft degrees! My thoughts, like seeds, thy hand afar is sowing! Sweet songs are in my brain—sweet birds in trees! V. O Zeus! at all-devouring Time I smile; For he is but Heaven's little playful son, Toying, or teasing, while we graveward run: Flow then, ye waves!—our mingling sands beguile! Flow on, divine Maternity, flow on!'

[dramyhsturgis]

Halloween 2020, Day 13

(Photo is “Shiver My Bones002″ by bjfrenchphoto.)  

Today I want to highlight two excellent reading recommendation lists from Sublime Horror that are perfect for this spooky season, both written by a scholar whose work I follow with great enthusiasm, literary historian Melissa Edmundson.

Here they are: 1) “Ghost stories by Victorian women, a reading list chosen by Melissa Edmundson” and 2) “Supernatural novellas by Victorian women, a reading list chosen by Melissa Edmundson.”

This is an excerpt from one of the supernatural novellas mentioned in the second list, the ghost story Cecilia de Noël, by Lanoe Falconer (1910):

It was a tall figure in a long grey garment, who carried a lighted candle in his hand. For a moment, startled and stupefied as I was, I failed to recognise the livid face.

"Canon Vernade! You are ill?"

Too ill to speak, it would seem, for without a word he staggered forward and sank into a chair, letting the candle almost drop from his hand on to the table beside him; but when I put out my hand to ring the bell, he stayed me by a gesture. I looked at him, deadly pale, with blue shadows about the mouth and eyes, his head thrown helplessly back, and then I remembered some brandy I had in my dressing-bag. He took the glass from me and raised it to his lips with a trembling hand. I stood watching him, debating within myself whether I should disobey him by calling for help or not; but presently, to my great relief, I saw the stimulant take effect, and life come slowly surging back in colour to his cheeks, in strength to his whole prostrate frame. He straightened himself a little, and turned upon me a less distracted gaze than before.

"Mr. Lyndsay, there is something horrible in this house."

"Have you seen it?"

He shook his head.

"I saw nothing; it is what I felt."

He shuddered.

I looked towards the grate. The fire had long been out, but the wood was still unconsumed, and I managed, inexpertly enough, to relight it. When a long blue flame sprang up, he drew his chair near the hearth and stretched towards the blaze his still tremulous hands.

"Mr. Lyndsay," he said, in a voice as strangely altered as his whole appearance, "may I sit here a little—till it is light? I dread to go back to that room. But don't let me keep you up."

I said, and in all honesty, that I had no inclination to sleep. I put on my dressing-gown, threw a rug over his knees, and took my place opposite to him on the other side of the fire; and thus we kept our strange vigil, while slowly above us broke the grim, cold dawn of early spring-time, which even the birds do not brighten with their babble.

Silently staring into the fire, he vouchsafed no further explanations, and I did not venture to ask for any; but I doubt if even such language as he could command would have been so full of horrible suggestion as that grey set face, and the terror-stricken gaze, which the growing light made every minute more distinct, more weird. What had so suddenly and so completely overthrown, not his own strength merely, but the defences of his faith? He groped amongst them still, for, from time to time, I heard him murmuring to himself familiar verses of prayer and psalm and gospel, as if he sought therewith to banish some haunting fear, to quiet some torturing suspicion. And at last, when the dull grey day had fully broken, he turned towards me, and cried in tones more heart-piercing than ever startled the great congregations in church or cathedral—

"What if it were all a delusion, and there be no Father, no Saviour?"

And the horror of that abyss into which he looked, flashing from his mind to my own, left me silent and helpless before him. Yet I longed to give him comfort; for, with the regal self-possession which had fallen from him, there had slipped from me too some undefined instinct of distrust and disapproval. All that I felt now was the sad tie of brotherhood which united us, poor human atoms, strong only in our capacity to suffer, tossed and driven, whitherward we knew not, in the purposeless play of soulless and unpitying forces.

The entire novella is available online here from Project Gutenberg.

[vajranam]

A Song Of Amazement Inspired By Practice Experience

A Song of Amazement Inspired by Practice Experience

by Sera Khandro

At the age of twenty-nine I was with my guru at the isolated retreat of Nyimalung in Amdo when a magical display of formless divine spirits and demons arose in my perception. As these beings displayed various behaviors to me, I told them, “You should respect your master as divine, as I have showed you the path.”

They said, “If you are a yoginī, what are you doing here? It is good to go to an isolated retreat.”

I replied, “I am in an isolated retreat.”

Then they said, “How is your isolated retreat? If we develop devotion, what kind of blessings will there be? Please tell us.”

“In my isolated mountain retreat of limitless appearances,

remaining in the practice where the world and beyond arise as ornaments,

I sustained the fundamental nature, free from fixating on hope and fear.

Gazing upon my own true face – innate luminosity –

I possess the instructions on self-liberation of appearances.

In my isolated mountain retreat of self-luminous detachment,

resting in the practice of luminosity without clinging,

I sustained the fundamental nature of self-emergent simplicity.

Gazing upon my own true face – carefree openness –

I have the teachings on self-liberation of destructive emotions.

In my isolated mountain retreat of self-emergent non-conceptuality,

remaining in the practice of self-liberation of conditioned appearances,

I sustained the fundamental nature of non-dual hope and fear.

Encountering the wisdom of natural self-liberation,

I hold the instructions for the self-release of whatever arises.

In my isolated mountain retreat devoid of fixation on hope and fear,

resting in the practice of self-liberating destructive emotions

I sustained the fundamental nature of the perfect on-going state of the three kāyas.

Gazing upon my own true nature – effortless dharmakāya –

I possess the instructions on the primordial liberation of cyclic existence and quiescence.

I have attained the fourfold assurance of freedom from abandonment and attainment,

and am liberated inseparably with ever-excellent great bliss.

This is the proper way a practitioner pursues isolated mountain retreat!

Hey, hey!

Just sleeping in the mountains is not being in an isolated mountain retreat;

Wild animals all sleep in the mountains.

Although far from butchers who kill,

they lack a single source of protection or hope.

Reflecting on this makes me sad!

If you do not pray with devotion to the wish-fulfilling master,

the requisite and desired accomplishments will not come,

so diligently cultivate a mind filled with devotion.

If you do not give rise to the four powers of devotion,

toward the master, the buddha of the three times,

the blessings of the wisdom mind transmission will not enter you,

so diligently give rise to devotion.

If you do not serve the master’s enlightened body with devotion,

your mind will not be liberated by blessings,

so diligently bring forth this devoted mind.

From the maṇḍala of the master’s enlightened speech,

when the nectar of pith instructions is bestowed,

if one-pointed devotion does not arise,

it will be difficult to tame a discursive mind like mine,

so diligently cultivate devotion.

From the maṇḍala of the master’s enlightened heart,

the entrance to the profound teachings of the secret treasury is bestowed.

If you are not inspired with devotion,

it is impossible for the accomplishments of your spiritual heritage to well forth,

so definitely give rise to devotion.

If you do not respectfully and in the threefold manner

please the master who is endowed with the three kindnesses,

you will lack even an atom’s worth of the essence of generation, recitation and perfection practice,

so diligently cultivate this devoted mind.

The guru is the actual buddha of the three times,

whose awakened mind is endowed with the wisdom of twofold omniscience.

His compassion is neither near nor far,

but if you do not pray with devotion,

it is difficult to be held by his compassion which can lead you,

so definitely inspire yourself with devotion.

Respectfully supplicating the master enables us

To cast away self-cherishing pride.

Devotedly praying to our masters enables us

To discard the aggression that comes from attachment and aversion.

Respectfully supplicating the master enables us

To cast away jealousy coming from competitiveness.

Devotedly praying to our masters enables us

To discard wrong views coming from our disturbing emotions.

My actual master is ever-excellent Padmasmabhava,

the supreme representative of the victorious ones of the three times.

From the sublime guide Vimaraśmi (Drimé Özer), I pray never to be apart.

He transferred the blessings of the wisdom mind transmission to me

And the knots of my dualistic fixation released into basic space,

So I see the wisdom of wind-mind mastery.

Without the duality of buddha and sentient being,

pervading in the expanse of the primordially liberated dharmakāya,

various manifestations arise as the ornaments of space.

The core falsities of dualistic hope and fear exhausted,

gods and demons arise non-dual as the magical display of my mind.

I, the yoginiī, am not afraid of the magical displays of illusion –

I am a fearless vajra yoginī!

I have the instructions to sever the root of the four māras.

Externally, I sever the magical display of illusory appearances

into the great nonexistence of hope and fear.

Internally, I sever the root of attachment – self-cherishing –

into the primordially liberated expanse of non-attachment.

I sever the all-ground – the gathering of body and mind –

with the sword of triple wisdom.

Secretly, I sever concepts based on five poisons

into the continuum of self-liberated disturbing emotions.

Into the expanse of the profound wisdom intent of Pacification,

I sever all phenomena of the world and beyond, non-dual.

This root of attachment to confused appearances stemming from disturbing emotions,

liberates in the dharmadhātu five-wisdom’s own expanse,

the ground of the great baseless wisdom mind expanse.

I sever into the space of dharmakāya evenness with PHAṬ!

“PHA” cuts the root of confused dualistic fixation,

and is thoroughly understood in all meanings of the pāramitās.

“Ṭ” is the perfection of non-dual saṃsāra and quiescence in the ground

and liberates non-dual avoidance and acceptance into the ever excellent dharmakāya.

May we attain the state unified with Vajradhara!”

Thus I sang, and they did prostrations and circumambulations and returned to their places.

Sukha Vajra (Dewé Dorje) put into words a visionary display.

| Translated by Christina Monson, 2015.