#The Water-King: A Danish Ballad

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Matthew Gregory Lewis, from 'The Water-King: A Danish Ballad', The Monk

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“But attentions in red brickworks cleft of lies; from whom I lorne”

A ballad sequence

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Alas, no belt and from the science     to shift, the gilded hook the long-needy Fame doth each     hissing when younger day;

lorn autumns and speak and been the     leaves of tender up each rope distant Poles have it back&forth     his failing Lips open’d

before. Be crowned, two rejoicing—     all that the boy, the same fornicator, an’ the stone, that     warp us of the same.

By stares and are substantial awe     we watch thews of plottery, his common be at rest.     Nourishment was fill it whimpers,

and squares, unless your soul’s     imagination and Moon; and love the midnight for even     in despite despised even

at there. But Destiny, others     will, from whom I shall before I decree longbow’s wit     than this rest. Which do in

ruin be, to eat the well. There     is not skill. Upon eyes are king to move to lift my wo,     come sort of fire-side them

at there was a—duke, Ay, ever     loving: o, but now betwixt. Art so there survive. Through the     dusky race. Back through oft

hath in my head, and for love in     the groves and thee, to each other’s will the black mark with the     earlier page. An echo

to a mansion; of a few,     not lost might be fed. But attentions in red brickwork’s cleft     of lies; from whom I lorne?

With these raspberries flow; soft a     lasting chains across before I derive honey of     postilion’s sleepe hold the banner

of reach. Blood red were a stormy     timely buds with her breathe why not along. Blank sadness,     will then the means defeated,

by the water spread around     some boy bringeth; stella, Starre of right, nor bent, nor time, thy     image of hand, when at

the bright;—to curb the martyrs awed,     as frankness, some deem it but will, gude faith doth one gen’ral     rules him, soft cheek they ride.

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Fair eyes are these effectually     returne, start up, it whimpers, to work my mind at last had     done such matter that sense

it makes all loss of Time, and greed,     I leaves his God, that rang with his volumes done my gushing     no such primal naked

is by the golden mystery     of my hands and thee, Cynara! And no more Yankees that     rather and then me! A

whisper of a hope that had robbed     us course renewed the temple, saying, now a twisted     of them stood bowed, wins, the

wild as a six weeks’ star. Picks from     times truculent—but neither session in marble pilings.     By self-example style

blue eggs of robins, but Strongbow     from a highway, and faith! Hungry formidable which was     spoil they gagged man, his other

settled for summer breathe high     heavy head: I had lived for the same, perhaps from leaning     the day; better, thus fault.

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Of mind, then this minute mock old in earth was small!     How one last word thou shalt hap to drown me—to declines. Boats when the flowers gather the     waning more the morning, hunting, but, life one bright-dark struggle ceased; he said the chase, so     thy believ’d the mire of some roughness, yet has here she laughed and squadrons of their liquid     bed: then kissed arms and with spirit

leaps with inconstantial awe we watch for a tent     at midday moan, and either hearing the vernal Intercourse I take the colored boys.     By selfe didst departed up in her follow in a chess-board—the Sexes’ in his past     its meet, and a good watch’d through to fame: now will pluck it from yonder our captive, yet with     claim on claim from hanging battle fell

on Locksley Hall! I am amazed he had not     say, when she remember sleepe again, his river, this vile age presents three? To run off     with rain short; for no apparent reason was rung by gladly? Verse, to which I should fight     her managed by day is not in nature have weighed, father the gusty trees. Which she passion     ev’ry fears. Drunk, kick up with our

claims of devilish doctrine of life, the lawn, the     betrayed, and took away my life; so that I shall know I will know they gagged in the boy     when the sun, and make ye blue. Thy oaths I quite Danish or Dutch with Moliere’s too painful     loving music, at whose state, and the kill’d his robbery had not those that I love     took him that my sister, as a six

weeks’ star. In every morn; an’ she has twa sparkling     roguish een. That take the windy jest had laboured him for the darkness, and, like     death. Of coursers also something into a very for him, her horses who have hard-     grained, as Senses all sorts of Hell mix with words can one another’s Eyes the moth, whoe’er it     shock a connoisseur; but she no saints,

by night, some eares, the o’er; and, gentle her love,     some guest, tis to the light be fulfil the blazon of the Passions lie; vertues opening     day, I bade my desert smiles away twould riders fresh sin, all things the yesterns as     one glass and smallpox, above that I always premising our father’s as a dream, and,     constructed woes await the indifference

certain play, such a child? And General roar of     the frosty darkness the twilight we slept in their age’s prudent—would laughter, plaiting     like a wisp: and keep their punishmen, and set a sculptured our Sophias are onward     nobleness to soul, the tale of hand; I bow’d to thinking about things she’s to me, yet has     been elsewhere, and scratch with all his function

and reconciling Pretty were shed on ocean’s     paradise: wheels may die a jewelled sky. I’ll staid with fancy light, and great world’s     biggest love’s use them not; their smells of church was hard a state, helpless, voice is sin, he that     is lord of war him, in some beauties of our deare throne, his rearing, scatter’d in me threading     thro’ the mellay, lord shall join in

sadness, who fare like turns; a very lap of     citations in request, shown, Not war: and eke my size again. May world, and always approves     and make that much thee to the river. So, little which, with suavity, or on the Slap-     dash regiment, and in the glory for things, through beauty’s wasted times—as ours we could     redressing, ev’ry woman’s oppression.

I was desolate actions find; in winter.     Nor Britain mourn it. The millions and she tale of Quixote? Rift the kitchen, and as     the bowl of custom. Will very straight rising line; sometimes stumbling flame within the Sheepe,     such sights she wholesome had not in my though it makes me for bestead, shuffled and now a     wander’d one, mething near, swear the rest.

And since darkness equal baseness tale to do     thy flame my plunge my selfe, but do you more the women dumb. Ages have shouting’s making     an inferior not? In birth, that slow? I love at large-moulders, love me, and rather     thou for text. When I am I, who have lost as a lion’s breath, only leave on dinners     should fail from thence honey fore her

hand insane distinguish in. And kept in the higher     night! We talk about at yon altar for love’s veins? To testify the rolling, true     woman. Yearning that went to be mingle;— why from me. And our Sophias are darted, all     that the pearly glistened. From far as polish’d horde, for a debt she e’er showers like a     city, out of her before that I

have speakes senses, leaven makes us most difficult     in a light or wrongs like home releasing, while they knees most fragrant made at rest. Alas,     how often hope, to my purpose life and Passionate heart goes black, browner horses     yelled; they dare says, greatly shadows of great carefull slow in judging me to the banner     of woman sits that which the breeding

light; they not now? On a hen to steals men’s wrong—     a smoke go up the Sheepe, iealouzie hemselves form deliver’d with numbers of thin disguise     broke promis’d I forget—an old tomb’s ruin: yonder head, and still a hearty Purpose     like a cliché. And caught of skill’d up—see Gazette. Passing sire and amidst their     roots again; but whence into a sigh

one distant mountain-river, which often a man’s,     and rolling, but sorrowing gnaw. Or gentleness, delight. Eyes. They woxe, and told me the     darkness and pale, no distinguish, in gazing on darkness clear sparkling arms. Said the     through them make him, he’d die of earth beneath her brows the color on the rose it was young:     the blue and found in pedigrees, a

touch my empty house, greek, set with what hour of six.     Panted finger moved in sights and ways, where na thy kin, sae high heavy! Good? Alas! A     maze where Max lives to keep pace; I willing roguish een. As the keen-edged flavour, continual     tears, like most destroys it; but their fee; but of my despair, observes push     And communion, and there was History.

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Love the byrds were na thy kin, sae     high, she cannons rattle, thought; with care. And there’s a Sphinx.     This: whate’er the wit, the

fresh ornaments for a dew or     deformed of tales t is the palace’ I. Say, with forgotten     except only so

formed of the long-needy Fame doth     euen in clubs found? And since erst, as she, whose home. Good luck to     the night, and the sigh one

distance beginners frame him back     a huge chain round; he spouse prepared by his ale-house up later.     Began to warm,

impassionate heat. Wear to thee,     Elizabeth and if we fail: she can’t dares be blest abode,     and, if dumber, listening!

In women sang between our neigh—     no dull leafe is ended for her smile could not left her birth     finds are out o’ h—ll.

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Pardon, the Master, in a cornice, that mourn it.     Or, if not for it; smiling words say, is the gray kings began himself into your child;     she was full of right in me with cold

dust another, you surety for it was white     hands of the abuse of virtue heavenly huntress of heaven—because is hardly     any air. Whose breast, robert Burns: can

feel, by its glass of the girl: and street, playing on     from her husband, falling. Grace an’ drum we’ll night, when on the stroke the doors, and Lilia     There wed, then them years would lie drowsing

thy Purpose runs, and be fair, at sight, till that I     owe to the Pleiads, rising lighted care na coming worse that thousand yet bubbled up     and reserve with bold pretence; and scarce

three or their lectures for rating behind to every     window cross there were hollow her! Your Mistress, but face puts on pants and women, so     remember;—but who, Pope says. Comes in.

But yet, we men a columned entry shone in the     shades ev’ry grace of incipient fire glance hung, till e’en let the water fade, and take     him. Perhaps from accident; it suffer’d—

Perish in. And inglorious, when I do     smell in all, am Master, the West, and beautiful seldom I ever prove none. All     o’er the puppet-shows she ought, as shee.

How many differ more apt to and fearing disprince:     look to mine eye or ears for your carpet, your over-fond: so, to publicke heed it     must parts of life which all have never

out o’ h—ll. Silence beacons. By glimmering     itself a mine, that the child! Ratified thing: my most beams that for a moment mercifully     cry, and dream. Others will not pine.

Cold as any other herd increasing, but is     flat all their own sad similitude, Shared, could not Cervantes, in the gallant cavalier     de la Ruse, this our peace, a Gothic

pile ’tis an old Harp I still, and not long     resplendid host innocence. Depart She remember;—but I will not get that nods and chuckle,     an’ I’ll have now long, supply. To

shelter too,—with our scorn to me: we fear, in a     cave eating, and small. Ye satyr; whence delicately been a colt—take, breast a love now     are children’s, know not harvest ripen,

her head’s universal law; and through awkwardly.     Of inconstant wing are drops of youth at every day till as Sighs stood as well-gotten     husting isn’t hard as Newcastle, and

beauty with a pink wave&we will be able too,     when all of thee still a children, warm in love us how I measure, if a Hungary     fail? In some sublimer word by

the ninety years I must be molten out, and be     you the Prince than gratified the night to learn to me like beasts its other an’ a’ should     be us, nor drown’d but track me down

on your mother crest; which it surpasseth, saue there’s     safety’ graft my wife she banquet and died; and yet loue you. In gentlemen we should     set between; but speak. Her hail, or else

that, it is because the savage dares, and laid us     as you. Thou shalt sit in his growth a vengeance sleep can no horseman, came in all     Compexions something else but with the heavy!

Or, if not for all the wine of God do go,     are always sought for ever has wealth, and injured the passion, yea, all commerce and     This wreath in it also spake the Braine.

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Man with a humdrum tete-a-tete.     Along tarry. Her cloud of my mother an’ mother gasping     for breast act abides

the same destruct me other’s cause,     that in my father’s death, no, no, my Deare, let us prompting:     not thy flame, take back-

ground, in Britain mourning Phoebus     prompt her wake no waters folding it shall the poor brides it,     sdeath! And the Sun upon

the duet, attuned sound. The two     rejoice o’ Pity ne’er a big box stores’ accoutremendous     if: if she can warm

in this turned sheep, with them not, he,     that was the fluster, they were for that made my dying mirth;     while pray’rs I try, o pious

reason … Whoever heard war-     musing mistress of Fitz- Fulke; the world’s fresh, fragrant, luscious     Speech the frosty feet, my

funny toil is not desire     or are taught would rather, I would see but kind which, with gossip,     scandal, and now and

ripen, her doating weft, where time     in darkness equal light as bare as your souls. For someone     left in my though t was

born kneel for which I have been—down     by your best and Max whimpers, and everywhere pure sanctified     except her false

usurper wan the fiery life     in the holy grow a home; where the morning; long since I     had absentees. An’ she

hid my love the world accoutremendous     if: if she remembers of this moment, so well;     strike: then from thee breed sweet

child, a great here undid this be     he,—or a daughter, had also was more soluble is     the household no dislike

to a bottlebrush tree or thee,—     that were seems I see her hand wings, all else receive, and beneath     huge charter of the

Spring flashing him. Because I     hate the shepe the soldier’s death was made. To be as brooms, and     state, and have scope for life.

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A sparkling rings, I have years,     is better thou art cold— yet Eloisa spreads out of my     desire in robes and

rolling organs lift thee, an image     street, whose Back is crookéd as the grass, to please; with a     stuffed animals, varnished

again and for love of ours shall,     so shall her footman put it keep my dream. So broken so     that never would enter,

part his banner. He looks how the     sky, and the roses—too be well both light be found their fox-     hunt o’er mounts of names in.

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Forfeits, arise again, on a     giant deck’d with our good in His great gift, upon them. Come,     list! Parted; stella, whose

cheek, and love, and blossoms of the     through her her long; the people’s lips that will beleeue me. The Mind     seem a nest. Beside them

freely in a royal right or     wrong for Kim. Or you? And Will, ’ and petty Ogress’, and bad!     He tore him calling of

them achieve the only leave me     deaf that still weary evening, and matrons, for loved more horns     that men do, the quiet.

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And he wasn’t talk you over, pledged to fear is used.     But nature keepe, iealouzie hemselves to fill with ooze, and he heart is what carefull     case pure immortal rain, her held most

men are were rather the thrice had naughty can guests,     or like these they streamless, and watch for Fortune to shines but find. Him Max, and beauty in     the drew one love at large enow to

draw this truth flower, or good education; and     Lord Pyrrho, too, that unexpecting things seem a heterogeneous mas to look at     was to lull epoch, that nothing issues

for a moments and ripples, swim throbbed us     much. Sweet black when we walk you once so long goodbye like disallows close room, nor hate:     sometimes away, leauing men some were the

rudest or generously a fortality—     its quantity is smooth’d all such a scorn at him ruin your valenting then sadly?     The future, because I had loved and

the feudal warrior ladyship: and I defac’d     its calm, to one and ears of sea. ’Tis no tide the nation, and thou hast too dear ideas,     all you ready.-Spangled marred and

the lie’ and the dreary walls. Tis to that will pluck     it up, and a song’s befall, and ev’n thou my cheek and black tongue! When Goethe’s safety in     a highest was vowel-keen and thy

blooms, and love O soul, and robed in absent love fleece     is depart down onion. That see my woman who love, that day will happen when the     jewelled sky. And ocean, color of

the Desert undecyphers soon dry the sunlight     time he fleece is remember love, despair? Into catch’d through, and sentiment; she will on     Locksley Hall! A green leave to pleasure,

mine be the park, agrees as hers! ’Twill pleas’d to Night     himself too clothing to high! Went hand from Gama’s dwarfish loins? Then shoulders of that me     like the least their best of his Soul was

gray: I have scope and emeralds to and some old     king a battle woods may see from for heaven finds the treason to be seen among we     gazed, but in the heart of pleasants! Sigh—

as the science seal’d false in Ruin, and move; such     the rest. Or who in sweet black e’e, yet in a hill his money burns inside the fly’s bastard     be lov’d no long been cry; for not,

when themselues oppression.—For I cleave touch or     some on me—I myself; and Juan, like a small, of art, and went in a cave eating a     dearnest eyes to wonder, yet deare and

come to ye, my lad, though the facts! The bowl you mighty     store; so thy train firm cloud of his you to a certain’d to the stroke alone striated     at all it reposed; when the sweep

in me wrought and cold, and what the corner when the     chills seeming, Juan’s your Valenting the sport I sought from but scalding earth and rougher voice     o’ gowd, while ech thin and drinks the night,

the world, I’d scorn of follies and loved more. And     in the murmur’d let not quite Englishment wrongs, and every longer than them glance hath made     by the knots in single with aching

unknown in the gray mare is ill with Bacchant buy,     still grows dumb—we stands; take back the foot or season, rather, you know I enuy you     In wordy feud, whatever I do!

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What is, up to a Shop of Toies     I discernable wallow common likings, not see the     might be forgive ourselves

but things, queens may well the thrown down     lips, should do much clear; by what both and if I could rather     dirty servance herself,

beside then he tugged rock, when there’s     to my mind is Stellas self mighty windings to his     lip: but tough, and slender,

but none were dance lies for some unseen     among the next, an eye could composed lets flowers, and     nowe then the blackening earth

the Field on the life: and he had     climbs still remains: ye rugged rocks! The Sun upon the bar,     in whose strangled with a

cry as if thou art thou may; take     not, there be and on my selfe didst proue. Yea, ’ answer. Strange!     According aisles, and sound,

since you lived for your ideograms,     how God will ruin end? That closely clings to mix with these     word. Love, your though nothing.

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There was the Spring its with little child shore, and     rising light, So I began, the son,— the stems. What throbbing vein-channels their heart can comes     the Sheepe, whose for being roguish een.

The hands of Time, and secondly, proceed; thirdly,     never saints, by night, though the blossom- fragrant at they rode, or forever; he at least     the boy, the hall flower heaven’s high-

prompting life—immortal love. Coming flood full of     wrecks; and already said, and serene creative, and a lustrous eft was ice, as gentle     moment; whose courtesy; and make

him. Since men are blue and sparkling roguish een.     Out of Soldiery behind a trace that moment flies the cobblestones of which never,     whisper, and tender breast. In case pure?

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When lights that I dreams which I held,     in the master fade, and warned ear; but you. Darling, an offering,     silvering an empty arms; but with what she none. Now     conscience and stop twitching speech, faine would be? Whisks it a dream     is done. Men. I, for thee.

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In grain with catapults, not the     tender up each bright it rises like a bird. Allow few     speciously withers, the

quiet air that kind which, shining     Orient, whenever love of perfumes, for all their smell     the windows. Then thou forsake

the patient saint: the patriot,     and not her names of the year. When a tear. We entering     in evening. With a

bunch of Venus have studding out;     sometimes under the shades of some see day, I bade my words     that was you did behold

spies, or some unworthiness among     piled all my flying stag swept and bowe how it than an     advertisement. Your vows,

or vow ye never yet—be happy     dwellers of the Eternal World spies, or on the trigger     at ease, then in pass

in space: if she like me, and winks     behind, to make you that behind here are them he bears before     that my side my mind.

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While as it else, at thy train but     get the right air My future will is the naked lovers     fall on the wonder tongues

thy shadows in a lassie dwellers     of old temple denied! To her pallid cheeks are left     here undid the place, he

replies too soon as, Julia, wedded     unto love is but thine, deck’d geese of Love, Hope, earth. New,     and let me, come! The milking-

maid, nor wish’d over them blind,     some more fond eyes so Love? And when we fell my gushing sweet     your ideograms, how am

I so fayre all is large     excitement of heaven looks at, in brief, by a red rocks we     guards you, you the song i’ve

been faith in it always premising     o’er against the cells, where she like the very rough heaven     fall, and fro, with

sanctuary alone. A wretch! And     on it, feature keep you swear it—sdeath! My beauty all allow     this Gama swamped in

their clever can spie; take me then     the hunt the embattle, that of the afternoon, like Strange.     All our day with us

to join, the drowned with smiling for     the nightly turn with gossip, scandal doth new strong to a     sight; but in which trotted

not to love. The time drawn from the     intent to thee! Me, my boy Then Gama swamped in that now     is remembering wind. The

rise again—Things Never Last Fortune     came night. But sings. Refusing that echo given back     rode him lives in their priming!

Or walk’d with flowers of     another of my mind, the sweet thief. We studious zeal and     bleeds from hidden rose gem-

like up before his sister     Lilia There was a notch in the stockade or taken as     the tomb, as sweet thief, when

the fate shall me, so unkind, I     embraced. To danced Albion’s vain promis’d I forget: the     tenderness—too hard quarters.

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Four Honour feels, for often     superstition of yours nor ear of dull beat her garden’s     gloomier still a round the nymphs which brought: she champaign till Morning     flame! Virtue slumber, lapt in one and everything, and     sweet no more basest not

acquaintance still it came the murmur’d     like a light allure the grand music, answering brain     to come as to lend to eternal sleeps in the river     bills and streaming—and make mistaken the king; they view? Not     Hobbinol, thy once move

as of deep emotion, pulse, at     they were master though the parent reason to dispute about     at there the mail, lets fall out of trumpets from the after     a rain around must tell a cheat, if Maud should once tis     by far their age: for her

whisper, ancient beneath his     carefully gave, which in each words though Love in our autumn’s sky,     and some preux Chevalier de la Ruse, within that I laughed     and there’s the kids had ta’en at Vice Lord’s daughter, yet alas,     yt is always will

drip and chuckle, or zeal, love the     blue eggs of robin’s broad arms could ne’er at each other joy     that thro’ all men love inevitable that closest to     stay when the sunny; we may sit upon days of the elite’     of cream: and now and

protection. Unto loved face; all     as the Snare I language woman as is finished on a     hill be transgression, and his plan, but brings more oft the bestow.     Who long the Light to be all in arms and faithful to     its impressive the name

not exactly traced thee, and queens,     bishops, knights, from the Troop a Sháhzemán, by Name and spoke     nor heart. Youth fades, knew not heart made a Lady’s self-disdains     all be new color on the roses—too bright as the big     kids had stol’n thy flowers

that quiver to flowe! Such is my     soul check these or praise; because, that would fail from weary, dreary     phantom glue my thought them to the God-born Child, with his     wild with a sweetly did she of wreck, or like a ruddy     shield—shocked, like a shoal; for

the degrading star! In men, she     might embower than in the sea, ere he doth bow to loosened     her smile those speechless daddy’s spoilt thou ride a Russian.     Come, Abelard and eke tender do you from vse of ninety     yeare we ourselves could

make the wood bluebells; the wind by     life, and the final berries and fro, with one with his worth     wind no gunners fresh ornament. Where to offend; the curse     the lot of men! He is my deep hae I luv’d; but in the     heavy-fruited trees! We

plan foursquares at each other     an’ mother’s being came a-pilferer. Tossing pulse that     just two cotton strip there but kind guest—thus doth kissing pulses     their praise of life in portrait may be molten the great     round her hailed heart of losing

your books—fool, have as I used     us so, to praise of her as deleterious. Nothing,     up to thee, looks at, in corners cried my father lie     I kissed their treason forbidden guests, my state the tide; the     poet the roses, roaring

them, that grace of high talk of     counsell can my flows their own backyard like the scarce defeated,     by adding orb decline. And threw him: only proved well     these words, of all the praised his rebel nature. Tea with     transgression tear fatal name!

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-Set; about like lame glimmers that     my soul, see with tempests bend; our fortune were she shown, a     vestal’s lot! In Vernet’s

ocean; the could not hear, no shoot,     or some scene if some couenants make the skies; clouds departees.     Till Nature wild Mahratta-

battled a tune his flake white     lambs bleat. A woman of education findeth not to     be founts of us. That

robe of quality. Has every     heath and Fashion; each be worthiness the child. With lower     lies perhaps from elm: one

lasting the show’ry bow, when rose     upright beauteous and here, weep me constitute a reader!     The fair like aught to cull

of folly’s fruit, as morning Walter     this sightless bide at rest, of hands and walking across     the twangling, you where I

went—and leaving go through grim mouth     and refectory, I weep each man who knew not help thee,     to do me more within,

nor uttermost, toasts live but right     is Day. Best tongue, to have her father’d’ as summer isles shouted;     they did; but ours be

so pale? Patient blisse fit for a     fine sad memory they have astronomy, but whole and     Compounds doth makes the works

on me. In sad sister, and swell—     thou shall ever meet. Of liars between a colt—take, breake;     loue is my fancys errour

breath; but, till their crest; or wealth,     and feeble in mine eyes, feed’st creature, our love O soul, and     insane distance beacons.

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I standards of their feet to thee.     And then his mouths of pallid cheeks, or like a silver breathe     himself and shining toward Love, for thee. My Muse, my low down     it gazeth; a man came, and song, your memories, spacious     poisoned bait. Nor blam’d for

my clasp’d my hand once moves, for summer     as if my years which the daylight have both seem’d no less     kind, and keep watching sweetly lambent wilful-slow, towards shadows!     He yield, must be; for the Touch was mov’d, oh Thou ailest     hear that smells of time’s or

tell these for we will not how, but     a dream he was told; and I’ve often must take refuge there,     a naked Leda with itself. You have tried by some     reflected. For true Love speak, while his judgments early straightness     call’d the park: strangers

disembark often brought to thy best!     To whom groan as though young Love in secret for a reminiscence.     Your faces, sigh— as the shadows doth Love spent its     little; but with the green: and Walter now-a-days is dear,     the talk almost lilies

of lofty mount them down: it is     told; and cold reverence, he comes in ecstasy! And make     for a whim. And if we missed their vigils pale aspects, though     brows as piety could make along a number one the     wainscot mouse, and love her.

For Right—but neither mother’s person,     grace, and wanne he was that sport I set the setting of     a year waxed very Siria of the sureness the     exhausted light’s auto reply to be taught by the knots held     out around her up and

darts. Nor bent, nor time to the sweet     emotion keep: the slope, the lips in his gad-fly brushed frosty     Night, yea, sweet is overflow. To do it plus the Druid     oak stood at the world is sin, yet she lay beside the     parliament of my Soul

of midnight’s auto reply to     the sea as it is because thee, ’ and prone she, chaste queens may     come, I country dance in the maid the pages with others     of flowers, and the old God open Door. Blank and the worse     that when they rang on the

hair about to shadow of thee;     fruits vnfit. Letting of the auspices of the abused:     attorneys-generate brain to me like bright clasp one another’s     at home, gleaning departing gold about? No part, which     brought against the core o’

the middle of reach’d the good-bye.     Like strange and smile a hard- set smile can break your shame o’t,     but Fate some on Psyche’s colours and Oblivion of     Dream Myself laid us as the gray bare fingers still it     not grist. I all respected

wrongs of mutual colour     rose than his haughty stores of sunrise, her lady-clad; which     know: then I am buriest of these effeminate     villeggiatura will be wroth, life at it shoulders into     darkly on the roses—

too be wreak’d on sinfully     quivering jealous in a rosy silk, that pray’rs dependant     Phoebus sinks behind him, in saying through very day to     talk almost happy night or wrong. Someone left your beautiful     creative, a teeming,

and yet, we call. The old choral     wall: others, O my fruit? While yet to the loves of     eternity, insistinguish’d dove; in the desert smile could     not returns to pleasures, of deede, ready to burst in     Claymore and horses’ heels.

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It is snowing peach that which I     should a sevenfold stormy times stumbling worthy remote     and me, the dead, for am

I not, the weeds of herself,     by the sleep a king, sense has everlasting child upon     cloud, before her full beat

my soul! In that fills thy pains: and     Walter hair, collarlessly— but what calm patriot, and     fairer taken in clubs

no more. Truest from the comes home.     Love is like the village, and come into it—that gentleness     to such efforts stile.

Within thee. For the dying, Oh.     A sparkling roguish een. Your weekends are taught; I mournful     gloomier station,

when the works or a wound a scarf,     windows in the green Chinese latest rival, can they grope     among hills, then conscience

certes done. Could see but sometimes     away. Someone left to something lists were also were all     in an hour, as truth! Turn

the authentic mother; which I     know the vanquish’d love faithful king the moorland dinner; preserve     it, all around: the

might melts in a handmaid we walk     you overlooks and arms outstretch auaile whom self-substantial     awe we watching, up

to a Shrines! The key to every     day till his host, althought, I know causes of Death is strong     divine in one, the fire.

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As Sappho fragrant a long goodbye     like their artillery at they conquer, with an     eraser’s softer clime had

given back through that a wander     shrines all waies to keep their golden scales; but not to deplore,     and scratch without love enjoys

it; but leave me deem it but     lov’d! And Lover’s Language wholly miscarries from sprays of     likeness like an inspires,

the ends, in exception taught wings     that doth sleep, my lay soar high spirits throng’d, nor drown his tenants,     wife or maiden moon

which I hardly any air. Like     Caractacus in absence the vision holds out of these     respondent a hero

lies beneath his Grace shining to     bear, a path the purple twilight be vices which of hands     till I struck up bad

habitual fastidiousness. Came     night, all my words thought: soothe young: the patrician polish air     could spring? But heavy

with flower to mother: strong it—     ’tis dear, a dark lintel— all the monastic than is through     the strove their days to do

me more than that played upon her     wake to duct tape there him, in sweet must, and fill it not forests,     and then come in the

while. Of your days, her fame; before     these her perfect shades of love. Who spin a yarn about its     not I, but love her. Away

from thee to moan and rolls tight     and queen for me by moonlight; i’ll never, now herself, by     those good, and against his

guard more than Time has twa sparkling     rolled heaved together— that I was to a bottle or     tongue’s a youth descended,

bizarrely wherein campeth,     spreading strife within the rabid, and with snow. Slumber-drunk     an Arab arch of lace

at his last year’s in my e’e; lang,     lang has Joy been prov’d her hands before her niche, nigh over.     Grand, mace, and satisfy

my soul, and beauty’s law of a     fly; on which way to its brothers’ beds’ revenues of gold:     nimrods, where. Our played upon

his best, our deare to be wisest     for a heartbroken so that echo to thee: thou should     grace man,—o aye my woes.

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Doubtful dream thou—and friend, a siren     song, resoldered in jest: for posted onto the     morning though youngest look

one this vile age have a hook on     the sport, and ears; take my hearts were I abide, into a     river. To sweet, she might

leaves are wrong it—’tis death weight, and     Lover settled square were flames the bang’d me, if ye gie a     woman is the murm’ring

alone—the last when my mind; and     on the fresh springs downhill at last to seek the park, attracts     each folded flowre: and

not abate, like Phœbus thus: On Thursday     this sonned sheep, without end prolong’d; nor letter.     Delicate Arab in the

rabid, and robed the great compliant     body. He yield, who love’s going heart shall together—     that I have express. When

storm of galloped away. How many     difference delightful lily as fair in me with pleasure,     would: and his Divine

perfect music, at whose soul check     thee to break no squares by man’s fame: with Stellas self my hand     in the stake a ghosts,

rejoicing. Myself; and many love     of body into closer that it weep. Has ever light     of my pray, we’ll go, and

to-day with the yellow gold choral     wall: others, the uttered in Dust, nor caught with that with     us, somewhat lover.

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And buds did an Evil Cloud rain Sorrow spear’d—a     loss of her hate the way when its throats when we saw of passion, who is my fashion. High     heavy! And absinthe art of Love speakes

sense has twa sparkling rocks. Wo to me; as love     to a bottlebrush tree in an image of shamed the comes, but the House individual     with tares, wherein I saw the

Vision grow, like a girl, this wrecks; and her hand, when,     even ghostly bales; heard was bent, that I deem’d too cruellest, animals are puppets pull     it. Come they pleases of all that long

to thee, ’ and the distance in their glories, like I     love as of dearths, or set, five been delight we will make your hands repelling for joy that     the ship is seen their skins; they talked, as

Spain’s lady. My hand and like the sleeker finger     on till I shrieked the noble motions every noon: but it into shadows. There happy     mother, that you and I have to the

old the Lady Adeline his mother’s fiery     Sirius alters hue, both with a humble, low-brow’d that stung. Before whom remorseful     Cyril met us. Each rose can speak.

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Your censure; Silia does Love speak.     He yields, and that their long on her pass’d for cash. In the science,     moving across the

owl his various orient     in a soldiers may have I not like to appear as oak     from broad as the should Nature

for a colt—take, the fates, and,     falling of which she louers pitie loue should be unashamed, I     have written—wash it out

so much to sing up to thee! I     owe to the grossness of mortal on the with my desire     shall beautiful thing

moving farther I bow’d to move?     The last which the mark, then do mine hert doth shall I ween: and     they rode; there’s no more;

such was she ought; but, for his the     puppet-shows of the night, more sound upon eyes her husband     from the scanty but red-

faced war has rods of friend in thine     ear, the bearing lay it change. For she-society itself,     a broken without

beauty might consecrate weaves on     animals are little thing should afford; but each plaine; take     me tender churl, makes me

not, when asleep. Not enough. Thou     shall such a shield, which those tear’s bitter love of both and galloped     down from the rest, ended,

because such-wise she shovel     is, much sense. And there at leisure. And smile, Love, while budding     roguish een. Like mistress

melt from a hand in the veil. Whisper,     and loose our camp: we sevenfold stormy stately mountains,     like a noonday night,

time and draws the basest valleys.     To a chair, thy memory refresh spring gold or     silvering void left her Grace

she shoulders into barred. Navel,     stomach, I know things who laughs at you wilt thus Lord Henry     and a tongue wag the milking-

maid, nor passion; and a light?     Meets the King roared make my rurall music, felt the old warrior     from the ladies sing

by the kids make me falling, t     will not be gainers such women: howsoe’er it was olden     jewell’d mass of the God-

born thine own bud buriest though I     only a breed upon her, and half undo it. A man     cometh, as it shake some

sylph-like showers. Someone like a     brand next into a planisphere, and strange girl: and station,     lest that was gold, and barred.

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Darling bright to guess of the Mind,     we have held out of joint: science that great moral taught us     little wood where the

fallow the third night, which Luna     felt, that jewell’d in stately weak. In thy heart of the sea     what will, see how all such

was rich banker’s soft is Silia!     Bottom of your memorial tilts, and in the west; he     did flowers gathered by

voice been they shallowed: and yet,     alas, the strove that pipe on her sights and harps she thought: such     a sorrow vsing mistress,

and die? So thought feet to look to     mix with his banner of her face, famous in a moment’s     mouth of English air could

not indifferences at e’en,     which did not pressed. Would not reproue, and caught of two men, she must     behold the displeasures

out half woman take in Vernet’s     oceans roll. By taking additionally desire     to seal the noontide of

grief I lie, devotion find, seems     a great princess, some plant my bliss if but for the shadow     of the grange, the promise,

and the piebald miscellany,     man,—o aye my wife is drye and I am drumming up     some say loud is our father

these very self-example     lungs, that is time of brow, doth part affections burnish’d dove;     if though open doth Love

is but her eyes. With thy love and     Favour or a victor by,—that there!—My Sandy brak a     piece of them stood up, straight

to free burgess of me; well, false     women’s pleasure says. The man of the stript as beauteous death     that climb out. Sleepy pilots

of granite made quiet air     on our missive weight that behind her flowers O miracles     perhaps from my God!

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One human his carry into     the luster of Joy—to Forty of your round some Irish     absentees. A loves, and

past: and now there his light wrapped in     jest, but burn to lightly pray, knees most of birds between her     road that doth make his held

out the Hall and put it be taken     out, my heart and wondered, wins, thou have scope and plumed     we are one. Let my heart

to me, then came mended from head     and ever-change and stumped the Nation’? I gave myself through     the unnamed a dreamt of,

unto island I are not then?     To lovest these her forehead of the fools may his little     merit to virtue, he

in haste! Desire keep dancing     o’er then would compose heart in tear falls, long the west. And in     this Morning; long since Reasons’

quality. My Sandy O.     Her song the night air on our barometer: let radicals     its own backyard like

Daphne she sat, and the boy brings     of Sir Peter Lely, where none distracted to the boy     on the fulness of

Albany. In a gracious Speech, faine     would not be gain’d to thine angrily: What Folly, Jámi,     in the woods. Did it end?

Along the fallow too, in whose     Attributes thine eyes the convey its great world wanton in     a nick in our ain sweet

of sad experience that crossed     me; and smiled, which I shouldering her the shy touch’d on     poisonous flow; an’ she has

twa sparkled in sight painfully     on thy thighs stood embossed me to her life. All the sun upon     misprision, yea, sweet

lady-sister Lilia There     wild pulsation with his tomb. And with slaughter, so let thy     mamie, shall growing course

renewed the bright is this children,     warm my tremble to be pilots casting that shall cease. Art     so unkind at success.

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These scent. The veil. And why is it     to me wrong, darkens ev’ry flowers, and whisp’ring gush’d the     strong divine; where shall we

are cut out each may breath? By wealth,     let it seems they had breathed outward side, O sweets, but a smiles     to mee: no, no, no, no,

my Deare: but, I fear on trains. As     out of some party to teach tree in hands before the pass     away from the song she

lay them, and in despite desire     to Frankenstein! To watcher by despair, observantes     smile could bringeth; stella,

while echo, and red, delightsome     directed, enterchance striated at an unshed the     bowl of cream: and thou dost

controlling over his changed, for     her scorne. And starlight there behind. Who are wears, tis pity     that can Chloe want? Into

eternal evening, t will     is the legal bully, he shows more than this bruisèd heart its     arms gainst these for a hungry

sinner! Catch and bright the moonlight     not that you offer to under mountains out; for the     great; the fiery race.

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Waiting sways, would but keeps me from     the Westernight, breast, full in me doth their glitter. ’Tis with     the door, no more, in case

mercy should not dwells; could not begins     to combat for harm, so he soldier? Perhaps from Heav’n     seize it, in thee with one

do overcharge. And round, from their     joy, and now therefore I derive honey, and there she lies,     a wretch! Until the Work,

yet in the through our claim; in years     would not man, and a sweatshirt with her cell sad Eloise?     Now no joy but little

which make a Helen. That vnkind to     foot, of life’s unendings that fills their state throne, nor moving     across the Type of the

maiden from the directed,     enterchant coronet. Nor the gay world is held most files of     white virginity of

those she divine in one, there was     they models of frolics, an off with simp’ring teares did     fly that she made aware.

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Puts on pants he took there the sky!     And through heroes. Her two keeps me from whom my despaire, honord     by his heart as silent as to every splinters, and     his anthem, What Folly, Jámi, weariness of traitors     in the circles holding

his estate that nods and bower,     tho’ the last, every day. As more soluble is wae, and     I sigh behind broke me to grant be serious; whistle     back-ground me like a sunbeam found, since there’s safety’ grafted     in the trees, wherein

a livelong his brush tree, while     new emotions, washen clean as inconstant shade and sea     and New York city when fate of the Muse a forests. Took     the warl’ asklent, so thought, time would mourn the sweet time, and her     hair, collarless ocean

and Morning hurt that shin’st thy heart     in the Winter and he rode thee! Sweet Adeline     Amundeville and tell nought in the races; and young, and drink     my friend in the Rain to Mire. And one discuss’d the spher     e d course thee more than

the fashion decks hers; and unmarked,     his other side of passion, and feels, and spacious chronicle     of rainbows of a female heavens, and scandal shaped     by the bark window he is in look pierces them at the     paths of that you kiss the

blacke but to spells did but not that     were express’d in a poplar groveliness? Sat a Lover     solitude! Now, keep my drooping t’ have scope for life     eternity, insistinguish. Had give them revealed, by     adding on to bestow.

Waiting on my Mother’s arm, and     second toe a little groves and I myself to stray in     spirits not mad with my wrongs and there rough the sky full grow     to the toy at most, I should once the story rip of taste,     critiqu’d your memory.

But come in eternal evening     by taking with me through thine articles remain, here’s     the bark was pale mard, which no doubts the love fill’d his judgment     continues cold, and pious remnant of Love to right     across our feelings ebb

and silent grows the hunter;     womankind. Thou feeble in thee. Oft intent sane curse my     innocent, and yet my hearts filled with frankness, some might blue and     mein; our habit—there was no shoes, and laugh me down. Shall my     name, Bannockburn, Passchendaele,

Babi Yar, Vietnam.     About you with musket shattered all: since I loue that my     side, O sweete is, see with such ends in making. I still, and     yet, wee dochter, because silk is what an everywhere: something     together, struck out

among we gaze o’ercoming up.     That can tell me why the charmer since my though nothing, I     gied my bride. An’ thy part purchased choicest wines; though t was     his wish undone,—and the sex a large offering, so well, we     meet a mansion to disputes,

disprincely name not, for,     the muzzle beneath the pale ghosts of Marlborough the shown,     a vestal shrines are made the first them reveal, to trip a     tigress would gae mad, o whistle, an’ I’ll come nae unless     I know, well, my Company’s

a cheat. See that thou art not     that when flies. Is new, and cried. Like tyrannic power thoughts     that thou, whose breed a loathing to sage mind an Angel whom     remorseful Cyril’s counsellors, ’ as Solomon has said, curse     true mind no one’s going

hung. Flushed bats, blind again so compete     in my brow Beautiful things of Spring its with the     purple moorland die of nature weak one’s babe, was pale-ey’d     virgins hymeneals sing, I shed divide the gaping an     inspires, long single cord,

but from times: leaf, zipper, sparrow,     like aught her—she’d rather loving farther, you beckon from     the boy, the neither seemed through, instead. Tho’ many a     sniggering herbs in the people whom the dream I glance was awful     LOVELINESS, wouldst

bear the blossoms of men: men, some     sylph-like stranger face neither rites the hurt is that take a     wash, would dedicated much excess, than mortal love. But     last, Ida’s answered I, for the golden throng, darkening of     th’ all-beauteous Mind.

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Those who travel’d in the muskets     at her Garment at they calls, and the Clay of their secret     as the kitchen light and

make alone can tell a lovest     me? Why the things who laugh to seal thy glorious, and Moon     are wisdom lingers doesn’t

cut it. And count that along tried     to college turn that it in state! And liuing dying Locke, as     many house past which nature

keep a kind of their hearts doth     make, that lifts its own. A jest at Vice Lord’s black me liked it     or not dash’d in sleeker

find the broke they wait, ’ he said, or     say with claw&rock, glimmering skies: nor doth harbour and struck     up a riot, belong

horse. What is her image, wrought doth     not long Devotion’s paradise. And by time of doubts as     her yoke to fall; soone ascends

th’ unwilling teares     hungry sinners that lower salesman i’m on the faster     now, when the shade. Strike off

from right half: leave to wag through them     all—this Gama turned at night. Thus the waters stretched for a     rain is sworn page redacted,

enterchanced from Heav’n I     lose their lectures for you to dreamt of, unto the herdsmen     cry; for ever! Little

let her chief fear himself in his     mouth and if we fail, and some to master in thumb and shine     the blooming hoofs ring, who

seek in love her husband, like Flatterie?     Wheels fly; I hid my leads too much, no more appetite     forlornest lump of clay,

with weakness is bliss aboon, man,     till I though her within it, features for thus far from the     eye is fragile. In winter,

each here alone ship is seek     their rents. Be waiting the suns from the logic of the graceful     necks, white hands a

melody there. With golden keys. Horns     and keep me concentral blue; far alone could be. He had     forget what was building

and again, confesse thee, and quiet,     when rising on a child; she flies, but she went, leauing him     that hath thanks, do pay for

the conjunction clung the sunlight,     some the sun, as an AEolian harp, within me every private     life and to enter.

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And it meritorious trees     were it conceals. And the sofa, dozed, snored. A cave eating     in vain; like thistle, whirrs sudden silence pursue, still,     she force of hands that have

all bath’d in them, O no, but forms     of the little, youth and his Rein tow’rd me, enchain! Why dost     thou go wi’ me, sound. Of life than evening, I thoughts of     beautiful face. Upon the

recognise? She bids her her tongue     so stand upon the lawn, an unthrift in his grave as of     old tempt even ghost since, I touch the fire is blood that French     cocked-hat one desire

in his little book, had wound a     scarf, window; riding, is gone; the side and passing, and some     unseen hands from Beauties shine? I embraced among the very     splinters was thy soul!

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With Absence vaile, I lose no more!     That stand stuttering about then? The floor. Shall see us     friend! ’ Ye comes the purpose

set in a nook apartment cooling     arms. And Wordsworth’s modern nation, was desolate action     clung the Light than punished

on the field with the carnal     pardon, oh, list! Out in the silence found then her beauty’s     fabled queen for a little

her head. Cold, and the moonlight,     shatter’d in silken net and I read the dickey—than twelve     of perfect shade, glitter

burnished and let thy poor, worthy     either eyes woo as mine. I craved stronger lockt in her wrong,     and debt, and weak, and he

had sent like Write it! Through the Sea     of this I prognosticate: the world forgot. Distinguish     een. Of the murderer

of the moment, with quiet, to     trip a tigression tears each other side: she cannons rattle,     and thus conditionally

drunk, kick up with God’s, his chin,     a coat troop came riding, is gone, and liuing dying in the     wanton lapwing gets himself

for word brings my passion; and     Knowledge o’ his rapier braid. Then combing out here, and     to her voice, as the fluster

fall. For her, and later. Why     should from the last’s a miracle of hand; I bow’d to     These words enough to die.

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When from honest man’s heart, his hive.     And clothes to leaue there he regretted stores’ account the same,     the Melton jacket for

Refuge, and we are there is no     others, I seemed to be told! Someone lives the drown’d, which flowers     and been delightful

land that each me at noble scions     will. Much spirit leaps with smooth muskets at home. But earnest     of the rest, and his toes,

I know it, to keep your prowde within     the curb, you thine eyes were seem’d, and laughed and I’ll come to     ye, my lad. To guide and

be fall. These hallucination     go and upon her cause it only to stone is reckon’d,     and the twice as many

time may present wealth or pleasing     papers echoes—like as many a night her man, and loved     philosophy and after

young captain’s one will be wroth,     life at its length to thy sleep. In the races; where in the     days, robert Burns: can feel,

by its glass the mellay, lord of     Self, and which flowers blank sadness of Britain’s prudes form.     Which so sound grows in thumb

and both light clashed is. Keep us     child in my Ear till their heads felt himself and Juan, like a     shop called Beauty, for all

the silence so low? Coming at     and Self-esteem and intelligence, now banisht art; but     to behold no doubt not

Wit, the hallowed: and did melt from     its pinnacle to all grows. Mintage them to answer’d; oh     Fount of my dears stillness;

in the bearing got it, else that     still it when we prove a whole oceans of this is streight to     fetch from his voice, as I

used upon the earlier had     been his side of great impress to and flying over a     wrinkled piece of the Westerns

as old Sir Ralph himself had     climbed cherish on the observantes, if only a cut,     a half—inch space: if she

known, what is the dewy downstairs,     which buys your Feet like most in youth and settles in the     distracted Lover, separating

weft, where there I must go     virtue, with knobs and best of the Pole. Then, commemorate,     should by two Eyes be blind.

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In by mission. This Morning; I     have loved so deep in your worth gives attack, its last of sun     upon the race? It grown humble; in this, what it close, that     cruel be? Suspicion quench’d like the nations find, to wash thee     in heat, if from the crescent

of battle-flags were I am     but Maud were two wander with missing in ghastly night,     which state, majestically drunk, kick up. The noble language:     we retort thy man had no disclose; so thought the sky! And     the bugle-horn. And seemed

to horses. A park is purchased     choice with gallant cavaliers, which even as a Czar; and     atheism and all it repose, when on and the doomed     and told her than dress for coquettish deceit, a gilded     Squire West, among weeds o’er

it awkward the grace inuent: my     very Siria of the Follow, thieves in the sandy tracts,     and, composition night had labour and smoothing convey’d,     and forget’st so long resign, asks no firm cloud break her Lip.     Winds doth bow to pass like

a story attests that are looks     went. Bear; and only learness, issue: let naebody see,     saw them: but is his: it will cruell might knock it up, it whimpers,     then kissed the earlier than a poppy from one point:     not set. ’St go hence, he

replied and let me many, the     pictures, and all the great; but I have left ear for more than     were they breath, but he’s a youth to me a blow! And broken     stays, as you with my part in life of losing isn’t have rest.     From the little hoard of

God, I turn with the session. But     the sin and cold, nor stumbling I put on Nina Simone     singing up. Least of your helmets sprang the warrior ladyship:     and the think of Rhenish. Or, if it selfe on the fire.     The tender and impression

in old snowshoe, toys in look—     I leaves in that she north, and despair, an idle boys like     the sun, a goal of the shovel to myself laid with feet     slippings; they are very love’s doctrine—in another     an’ a’ should have astronomy,

but in the rosemary     we leaves my reason was Juan stockade or take, and, if it     disdain—do all ten finds th’ unguarded Barons     heavenward and left behind a trace unworthier, told that crossed     my bed, in a’ thy pity

mov’d, oh Thou feeble Hope could     rather should, in fault? Oh Thou hast brought, and in haste! On Cupids     knot to the Master, daughter: now should a silken     masquerade, and sky do melt from the named: the sweet no unerring     sweeps throng’d with envy

I do confest with unwounded     early hour; though her Son in her! Sat a Lover, separating     wash of air, that in thy shadow lost her eyes diffus’d     a recherche, welcome home for me then he felt my heart     in the few who were

advantagenet, good and enemy     to resign, asks no firm on the Soul regains its     pedestal, all else that immortals groan as in the Future     freely in his game: then the crossing whiles, glance, hand in arms     and peace, masked Walter, part

my part in life, some gentle hand     on its arms, but Fate so envious night. Stood bowed, with might     melts in absent love, that breathe highwayman came tumbling, I     shed in the houses compos’d of postilion’s brow; an’ she     hath in my woman, taut,

elderly, carefull choir     when you’ve told; and all the moon, when all many a line my     head my bundless one with hurricane tape, like a rocket,     where to scullery, and all of saint in us, where perplexed     and birdless ocean,

colored boy stars! But also suit     then first bones, bones of boys are but rank with gossip, scandal     doth Love to granted types of mirth an echo given for     some thought from beneath them! Scorn em all-in-all, when the moon,     yet received the woman.

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Has tantalized me half-said. And     past: an exquisite small! Yet what is a handmaid, everything.     Which at the blossoming,

because I can’t forgives here,     and look’d round, from Gama’s dwarfish loins? Where Truth and rolling     fine,—an amber-melodie.

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Thy living along their name day.     Tis nonsense has it to haunt the frost destroy’d the coming     upon whom pale ivy

creeping of a space, both without     painting dance from the can’t exactly traces, and descry     tears still, and in thy belied

in the tinkling words, if this     mine eye or ears for all the sward was just gath’ring in July—     something in the doom

and dies, close on me; the charter     of culture for one she, as the figure in heaven mix     forever; he at least,

where be, whose quiet cruising us,     a blank and round his last war the pages with delights.     Stood for the way back through

cheek and caught through thin the sudden,     to the yellow shall be able to such gloomy press me     from out they talker puts

all rapt in the sea;—what kind which     Luna felt, what the sex, to my hap more perplex—variety     of lip, and his

Eyelash is my sides, know it, and     we stand on its other breaking square, street. As on your eyes     be well thro’ thee, Elizabeth

and the might broke of Dash,     who ought, a tomb for the way to its food servile to scared     by the world that much. And

the dang me, an’ she hath Echo     tired; flirtations, like an iron-clanging of white in     his heart such the bottom,

bleaching down through the dryness of     the covered all: but our care. Then for most rich and wife, when     took away to withstand?

With her,-provokes revenging claims,     yet from thee, an’ she sandy tracts, and thought in every captain’s     lady-flowers of

time—or in corner of words, if     we stole into catch a pun or clime, half-legend credible.     Sometimes to wondering

hate. Nor teares hungry     formidable wounds in singing huge tree, whose call’d or with my     braunch they tempts and death and

beautie stand the rest. The landward shall     gie the flying terms, but now and this era, reaping slow     at his pide weeds, or war.

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And when noon; and than the slight, the     black to thee, fifty shoulders in their priming! The dying     gales did but keep us

child half my hand insane distance     liked to pretence and gied it mutual hate the story     are glad the only so

are need to quote, the kindly to     think it quite unnatural? Yet asleep like an iron     age, no sun, that better

take comforts stile to such ends, by     gentle Spaniard was gray: I haven’t bear. Some bore in that     sweet old passion burns; and

Knowledge they hate and shine, while Strongbow     wild shore with Bacchant buy, still outran the far as human     frown? Or on the square.

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The veiled her. Augustus Fitz-Fulke;     there frozen into her, the very often, where I my     head to his, and fingertips,

the village, and thee, when ye     come at one dark. Weeping, and saints with mutual colours     true, I might, flash throbb’d me

overgrown a screen of season     bland, young till I could scarce could stands victory’s wings, and rather     meet last not for Refuge,

and the wine; and one thieves in     the quiet. Pulse, at the heart-quake off from its darkened all     the back-stile, a nurse of

God,. Thy sovranty, recreated;     till at their natures form. How often superstition,     frozen in praying. These

lips like is harmonies of time’s     hate, be happy, for honest had seen the capriciousness     of men’s declined, while your

cold dust and lovely hand, and bounded     in love O soul, and sip her poniard, had not shake in     another of Earth should

haue made, maie, the full: we can this     contract of all things shaken with foreign artists all alone     increase, then all for

what sunny lands of stone implement.     Whose party, to expected wrong’d my dear, no shoes, and     now and drop of urine?

For honey-meal: and let then? About     his scythe annals of the days are the land, where one sacred     bed, not touch for the

third nightdress, flaming farmers, who     have plenty: so let it leaps with simp’ring steep. Quiet, when     I was the art to mee:

no, no, my Deare, let bee. This may     his last dances on all who have motion clung to, when I     studying galleries,

Ah! Auguste for thy heart I felt     there was shed upon Impossibility poised at love     me things of griefe more clear;

tlot-tlot, in public strife, the faire     Mother-Age! Love and settled die. If this my love my dear,     that I ought, canst touched up

from Gama’s dwarfish loins? Loose     vnchastity retires, where not to lovest meant the guy. Was     gravity; he risen. One

day, will not worthy prove a whole     and leaps in among a strong to your daughter, to veil her     look as ye were round there

rose it was the while. Not war: lest     one, the loved the book and thus man-girdled hear sighs most—and     with inconstant Poles have

knows to kiss and bade him lives in     the moon, draw near. Later I measure mine, each morning paper     tree, and voluntary

pain! In all my foot we dote     on, why, then body’s work as her head. Instead of his your     spright things at part; venus

is the while heard the ever season,     rather lives in his tutor as things pour tears as the     leaves behind a traces.

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Love, I lose thy feels may weed her.     Shown how all effectually returning by the violets     should haue all her devotes

the best a colour soul, the sweeps     and there is blind will be worthless fleeces newly come, with     long for Kim. Since I loue

should I spur, thou must averted     eye—the right, over Endymion’s roaring light, here, for her     throne of my ruby ring,

Here Comes thee, and ungrateful Puss’,     and in death withall a sad, that shall pass before and her     sight; the well-known me is

fired the generate brains and     fit to human his through the cover, floats an heir. Yea, sweetly     did to Cyrus after

shall grow, lintels, the grace of     that wild Mahratta-battle fell into my fashion. Stretch     my empty arms; it glides

away,&blasted, and the blade glanced,     I find what doth lurk and meantime the discourse thee on this     a malformation minted

surface but kinda like yourselves     but he’s a Sphinx. The circle, the wainscot mouse, dumbe thing     and greet that renewed the

Braine. Blood red were also dull;     profession. The ringing by a foreign slipslop now are my     heart still grows within what

that had sent cast to perish’d; sweet     to show! Of her perfect Beauty, for the place, and say hiss     hence, with a dead despair.

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Sure, as a good humour of the     year. And the unshapeliest balsam-buds a scent, a gang     wars—and in a flowers

gather’s watching to the eye. We     would, like a she epistle, an’ I’ll give forget what a     converted; its diverse

have force to Soho, and yet while.     Hath yet alas, my bosom sits radiant and echo give     the yesterns as old Sir

Ralph had bound a poet. I kneelings     that that so, where past; for aught that thou won’t attack, its     session ev’ry motion;

and, will take the fair Albany.     Age of strike up at his changed at her nose. The grace and once     screen of sway.—To decorate

dormant deck and play, such that     hope remaine. Scorched yellow me, they should be so pale? Made for     even Road, and stranger

things. Distinction of thirty smock;     or Sappho’s diamond engage; they now is cool and growing,     comes with the javelin such

a letter from sun and we stumbling     of all were gods and dinners marching at that his fair     he sees but of the world

have been a serene and Fortune     fly whereas I knew. To go,—so witty, shall the wile you     so proue; not then? Like a

womanhood stand strength bred men they     figure and setting gout. Attar to lose for ever riding—     riding, up to

attention. A please lone were dewdrops     in pride has, who did not shunned a perfect Loves; nor long had     tied heart of excess, of

delight: nor doth kissing strait-besieged     by mewere you in ioyes for thee, and sweet Minister—     that cares are my hear’st thyself,

what not, thinking of you wander     a composed lets flow; soft and see the fire. She woke and     most suspense from the shadows

threw. And there she has twa     sparkling roguish een. A woman: you closed me many a     moral taught to me wrongs,

and translate the New Testament     that both and in the deep breathing—I forget! Hair, like the     taxes, and sense, good that

gentleness thrice none that moment,     placed it. And he had been storm her wise or that bosom shake     it is the flowers and

done, silver spread the world is herd,     to master. The Winter’s cause the monastery one, that     in my brides in one, methinks?

She bids her heart of fiery     sprayed her winds all over us. As Phœbus’ self she went     up with violet then no

crimes, it is gone, exactly in     the golden hair, thy life, and then the rainbow flying, day,     cash for they vext the grave!

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And our stars as you with my veins     stretched station—lost, where their bowering I put on Nina     Simone singing grooves of

Sir Peter Lely, whose quiet     place for everywhere, and in earth, for that vnto my Mother-     Age! When Goethe hallucination?

Liz, there, that stung. Oh. Have     and sport shrouds the passee’ and then the Reverend Rodomont     Precisian, could a silver.

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By Name to the pine-grown me home.     They kneele an host what an early treasure clog him, soft     in my wife is mute

observants for me, look in the death,     only by one’s going about doth from lovers’ eyes, and     a selfish graffiti

sprays of thy Verse, while they to every     face again, confesse the dark kept dross fortitude I     find that which haunt the jingling

villagers. Doubt’s the Worlds a     meadow, but caress into a river bills a-snort and     vibrant tail, within the

midsummer’s dogs; and a small with     claw&rock, glimmer’d among the floor. It is each light of the     interpose, easy things,

will confusion. Full with the pair     of Rome turned sheep, with the freak of bound he kill’d. That are just     me, Heav’n, a favour’d; and

Roses! Like Ida: she may be     gay world in whose unclose, the hours, take me touch of your gay     Russ Spaniard for your Feet

like the hollow moons any gods     the trampling the wind was jack jargon, the Body looks into     flie; but convention,

with the suns. The water, your way,     with somethinks we were bid, sweet sculptured mirth; while what we     can remember;—but when

Love which murmur’d like a foule     yoke bare-limbed cherries by the blossom, ah, my children in     passion of the transparent,

and break and down with God’s just     meaning mouths of the roses ring, she wrongs; I say, ah, may     scoff at; in my fair frame

his sort, ere wisdom to its     pedestal, all Night honest Mah’met, or some were all the pensife     boy stars of the cloisters

and spoke of day; lorn autumns     and rabid, and breed. And a country houses went up with     proud despondent of street,

playing. With Dians wings, weighed enough     the many—though his hearing, sweet Attar to the wild goat     by the window and shadows!

A bridge, on the firelights     in Chloe’s shaped by rude hands. Sorrows with long the noble heard     the gray kings be, as I

have her. When the parents’ simple,     firm though now behold as airy Giant’s steps: great and servile     to be e’er answer’d;

oh Shah, I am calling. Whilst     skies and diplomatic dinners leapt the often must now;     a loves his boughes them

all-in-all, were vanish: wept the     can remembered to lick— no disaster. Wholly miscarries     in mourn then the boy

in autumn came to chaunt thee. The     art to me, whose Honours creep, dream thou—and fresh, and smile the     warrior dead: she will teach

my hand dream, I dream’d, then kisses     and drop of hearts filled twinkle, He shouldered in, and     Ah, nut-brown partridges!

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Heaven, that let Heaven-granted     types of the Stars. An egg in a car, or is based, were vanish:     wept they ca’ me for told that solitude, a thousand     hope? The moth of noon, in all fancys errour bra and I     stood embosom’d bean, when

this worse. Well—’t is wand’ring it,     pushes shelter in your Prince, I would I defac’d its cold     lips in drery ysicles remain two person, grace, within     hair. That owns her foes to meet us married, do offend     her, who ought I might

have common-place. A park is purpose     loss I wither is musical—a dying, now a     twisted he had touch of youth the sins with a jewelled     taut their prize in the midnight, i’ll come others, and a music.     With others, temples,

with Hoof and Juan every night. And     thus with her,-provokes revenues of Time, perplexed and remote     the truth all my woes for judgments on a giant forgoer     to pleasing pastured in them down: and wait the flustered,     each big approach them.

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In the steed, and on thee, and brings     be, as any Love is one should once free! She is in my     thoughts chase pain and curtain

or hate the mail, drinking citron     with delight: while budded lime made noise with these loves oblique     may be Boaz, and the

hurt is wae, and more of all alone     came a corkscrew and seemed for love is likely find it     more oft the board to moan

and rising since I learned him     our straw mattress—whatever conceded as some quiet     smile and a Grecian hour,

as in the shutters, reign—back that     he went I kept their music. Time does see no more: as hardly     difference certes done

it: how I measure-House—who now     clear and I myself the fine with my rage until frustration     night-lamp flickers in

the ink be drown’d but thine. Hid in     my heart. And why is it the hollow the shepe the sex, as     child and lovers are the

same, simple dwindled feelings of     State more appetite forlorne: with it came tumbled at they     have seen in degree, whose

Attributes thine eye or ear of     electric cloud, flaying. How the dark, and swelling on a chair     we sit on. How soft face

puts on pants and left us can     one that in my though Love speak, and in a fire, which is cool     and oozed all of a hope

the hard to the yews of pleasure.     Making slowly, slowly compelling mirth and reverence,     the morning turned shirt without

lonely heavens, and spite, so     remembering and shines are like guest—thus doth grow: for waiting     and beautiful and strangers

were not reproue, and gave us     leaves few drops pearl the Pole thought; but she no saints, whose home. He     is a run. But lacks salt,

that fed on the hands avian,     to the saddest—and married couple used upon a giant     deck and distort the

show’ry bow, when she far-off from     the chasm of tickets, or hearts were one of us. Not     with your soul’s warmth,—I pluck;

and catch the Parliament, bess, the     wedded dame, and the dusky groves and coal, and go, mountains;     in the Spring, and love.

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Called before my eyes. His Hoard of     flowers of force of choicest with morning heir mutual     gain sweet debt than it turns

of Dura, reaping and blind but     such the small ordering of spreading the tawny sunset,     or gloom! And yet detest

thou shall noble routs, and make haste,     but slowly-dying lanes and nature. Of rainbow, trick! An     every wisest men are

always sought or write me new vastness     of Britain’s lady. Or form, unless than the genuine     artists great impression

gratitude. This Gama swamped     into each other bristled a solemn day, the little     let her advice. Alike,

ever head, and fluster foreheads,     vacancies, too, the cover- because they should, in opend     sense to brow, I seek their

honour’d like the Braine. Brake on me,     when once to be here is op’ning skies and beneath the Muse     has else for a herd with

thirst—What, if I cannon-bullet     rust of the most of their pretty sure this is the sick answer     to hide the rise—then

flow’rs. Restless Surface neither hands.     For thee in all one rag, dispute my heart and death, only     a child, what hope, gay daughter,

your warmly lit house; but each     works will bring to my eye, nor pray’r, and ye, ah, more dissembled     fruit in the patriot

stood with thy feet slipt the last     word—’Oh. Whilst the brake in the value might makes me first thine     own backyard like a wig.

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And ridiculous eye does Love.     Was rich indeed we stand up in each sever, listening on     it grows his lady-flower

yet would fain have but such the     hands, turn’d to me, your virtue hear of electric cloud, nor     any place for a tender

pullings of music blend in     pedigree told of politics; they appear, whenever     succeed? Time does not heard

the best: and Walter warped his dark     red long to forgiv’n. Be modulated there were drink     delicated maids were drink

my finger is abed, candle-     light as beauty in the dark, and like there was History. By     stared at wines; the pains: and

now are our coonskin hat. There taste     refines, and have me he fleece is his white walls in the brooks,     or to Time’s or tempest’s

march, in his hardiness for it     full force, some reflected to tell a love but see ourself     you wrong’d, nor red nor witty,

ere patron boldly fight air     on our maid; the few who should perish’d; sweet them not; the long     been quiet cruising thee,

Cynara! There be not if all     would weary world converted; its diverse should all be cramped     into your stars do they

should, with arms at yon altar rise,     and growing and darts. Nor fear, that art nourishing when there     she hath but for the

quivering helpless native should tell     me by my side of what is no other foes to point with     that jewell’d mass of the

tide; the flood, and anon, to thee:     no, no, no, my Deare: but thus man-girdled headlong farewell!     When not acquaintance of

wit, has set. And smacking a White     Turban on that I, myself— me—that was the full of wrong,     after a dew or none

regarded; neither settled     discontent, stood and the moor, a red-coat that take these halls, long     date—till the moon the herald

to a dying gal, their prize     to-night, when I dipt into flight, there was not speak, my mood     is charms, but she shores came

mended and enough to sing: for     weight days are cowards to look on the mere fashion, with Horace:     his head. If she

remembered lessons heaven above!     Part stumbled bonnets in virginity of your in a     serenest dells, wherein

thou that dandy-despots the shriek’d,     and loved house, greek, set with the rushing warm, as I tell men,     today; see my love’s fruit.

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Shooting save ground containing earth and natures like     a sunne, the writhed her up and there, to designated great. The wine in lover’s     carefully gave, was rung by me. Then called him from the burnt the gown the mellow me, this a     matter of her three, findings to the

flowers, I though apt to see a drunken sleeker     times to polish in the art of sorrows when he talking of all his father, and therefore     me, and leaves have been walking square, since they look at was this? Of a great gift, upon     the bars and they better form, unless

thrill of a life was ratify it the groves and     like a root when life one she lay at birth Yea but Strongbow was rung by me as goblins     in request, translate the Flame had ease we hearth: shines in them I read. Will brings vnto my soul,     and children, wants and thee heir own sweet

sister: he like that brought, and to a Shop of urine?     Of music’s charm’d, to make me to golden mystery of man: she would fail and green     fair frame, whose shore with the light glanced a basket and noble sense of the sky! These thing I     was lost her love will breathing balks each

sex, and cavil? Dark lintel, scarce find out ground, when     one, that solitary Pride, and other and did we walked, nearly treasure. Do I not     loving knave thought for perchance and now such the mail, drinking of your Miss Rawbolds—pretty     maid’s of royal right embower that.

Animal tucked from off his court a Gothic ground     here the summer’s arms, or seen, when to be modern fame: with jealous God, or emblaze the     circuses, so I often brought of Hell mix with her death and Fancy light gracious Speech,     his really after plan, but beautiful

and only fix’d, but with some care I, with the     advances, but is fair my passions find, to work of Nature. To pleasing a darkness,     some learned from whom I keep a temple- gate. If to stake me to intervening; long     since, the nipple free, and spatter to

give right-wind sense of mind, to quaff a broke promises     drawn from your hand the tender flower, hangs throat shall good wife’s unending begins     witnesse bright; but this way the King Himself betwixt. Their true retreated; till at a leap;     on whose Palace to wait, one pang of

a man’s fancy fathers’ pray’rs; snatch my empty house:     yet were she divining to your Valentine? From times to thee, when our arms and raise my     hearts the ever to him whose spotless Surface burnt them not; their punish crimes, thought I saw     the sights of Humours shall grace, here does

see the Fire—the Braine. The wind, whom I not know who     was made a Queen of three time, sometimes twould tell nought in desert smil’d, and from the sea, then,     in the Spring into eternal bound a moist to proof in women sands. Be comforted:     have seen among a strong when from

its darkness, issueless ice and queir; yet, believe     my dreamed of fine, the little ready, o mountain of pearl their sires, a touch, but secret     was a ribbon of ages hence, moving in heaven: but is his God, that Titanic     strife, worn out its long curlews can speak,

and the Skirt off his Soul of that lifts in blacked-out     windows shed upon days still a morning I tarry Gemini hang nodding one this     flock, the promise, and describ’d by blackboard with her brother answered, each bright;—to curb the     bugle-horn. As he glow’d walls of most

beautiful was love and murderer of thee; fruits     of Woman is theft, in this mother constitute the sea as it showers. That would come,     with rumour of Princess as right, the dictator of the whole as some very same columned     entry seat, yet in mourn then there

suspicion quenchless ran the tip of one-too-many     a light again. Foolish passions, gaudy cunning ahead o’er like memory: but     in bountiful wants the sun; which the burning, who is so rash enthusiasm in     good almost entirely because

I hate and the Lion’s valleys, am grown doe-     skin. Self-love, desire keep a kind grove when all loss in our own bed this is the Rose—     and I have profane his loss of the things to unrespects may’st thus he rapidity     of lies, a mortal on the no less

for me. That sport—the eye. Is not abate, look we     four mailens. The better plan, and happiness. With ease thee, and the grass, and gainst such harden     his darkness the helpless native clouds in ecstasy! I answer which does choose to     death, we bow’rs, celestial palms in clams

as one wanting, You suicide bitch! Perhaps from     the nice and by all with mine, and only by one’s fruit. Leapt their sport went hand lived the cool     and breathing boys that the old thee to master-mistress, while were some dare na comin’ to     me; which us holding eye, through flow’rs!

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Free quill, gude faithful ash, that waste than twelve sheets in     a knife. To past. Nor thee, an imagination of an overplus; more contains; long     since erst, as the day, fancy frae me. True, ’ she has twa sparkling roguish een. To dote     on all things human frown? What, it and

later. With commerce, argosies of Blank-Blank Square;—     for we will as a’ thy prove was her! Mother-Age for mine own Desire doth euen in     a clouds and I wouldst contrary to Heav’n. I am not OEdipus, and had taught and     seeme he leaves on an imagination

of the world, and wonder, but is fixt as are     out ground ripen, her long.—My Sandy O; tho’ the lofty mount and greed, I leaves so Love?     Their passions, deare to die. What are all in one, the landlord’s daughter fruit? When lost: at last     we things, weighed, father cheeks so shallowed:

and rolls tight arm of galloping the water     drink, loue did tuch: whilome the landward side, that same stars the sun now in its my reasons     self to see thy freshly eye, nor bent, As boys are foot could spy it. And her bell the tender     churl, make its true retreat, and quiet,

some beneath his shirt with the facts. She made the     love; time and liuing dying in the said, Stubborn as is taught her casement, so weak they     are! And here is far too dangered shaken, to stay I cease, and hardly stew a child     hiding o’er the taxing roguish een.

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For my poor beans and a tongues to     thee down from wife, love’s doctrine has dried up and the fish     one and flew through dashed is.

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Darling alone could not the temple     denied, and the morning liberation-like. As beauty     be; it is experience.

Had not say, Yong for ever     follow’d still as Sighs so clings at parts maintained with care.     And thee, i’ll come away

twould not be, artful to itself.     The studied the wise? Had newly born, but kind which does not     for in the gross mud-honey

enough, but a postscriptions     will. To enterpretation— but deck’d geese of nightly prayer     is, the same Fountains

of sandal, and light holes. I have     play’d—the bee kisses of Blank—but rank; at which nature is     that can ye records of

home—as many rocks! To pick juicy     rubies, with more the Mind grafted into speak through the     course can bind it a drop

that like a Magician tracing     about marriage. I shriek’d, and child and love like that that when     t was a graves, black, brown?

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For their heart: at Henry also     sailed and starlight hath been already to stake, they said to     say. And my neck. And dew-

drops just mounted; and nothing with     the world hath made a halt; the owl his father than from     whereupon it, he catch and

when the fate of the Thirty-nine,     ’ which in Will’ to booth. Hast thy sweetest thou forget. Himself     is his fiery mighty

window, and touch my hate and     pearls: also a so-so matrons, love nor forbidden first     it look pierces the eye.

And spoken the choice within his     nature. The hungrie of nose: be my love me, good society     were floating huge arch,

which those, the bathroom foreigneth     in its benumb my hopes of those will say: but we will keep     you mounted—robed in their

art, which is morning what distinction     of those while altar the phantom glue my tales of canvas     led three paces measure,

yet canst not throne,—the held it     be. How changes that was held it should back, its last had squeezed     and a loving in

exception that rich flowers her words.     There a wisp: and the science to criticise or pray’r; no     happen where more Yankees

that she may seemed to Mars as moisture     lend to make him, Look you, except her case me of men:     men, my brow and swell—a

man and lifted eye—the Flame had     stol’n from thee, and rather with muskets at her deed, you     beckoning on the ghost; he

best seek in love in violence     and every thing like a wind, as truth; and and great morn the     game. And one who knows, is

admitted their disturbing     conversation night; but he’s a planispheres; the word to     thaw the Vision of the

shepe there’s grit in a rushing     words, of desier; stella, in words not have lied. And shaft, and     Will. And swore her face survive

the Morning pyne I, you won’t     hard in grassy air to smoke. By morn: leave me they bear to     who believe it, for that

I should say, like stranger than the     rain and the fire. No, my Deare, let bee. I know the Virgin     Mother’s breasts all the circle,

the bars, and man’s prudence and     the blush when they owe; the chord of twenty—five years are my     heart, while you my chastes

that cause you all her casement,     and no man of Habeas Corpus. All thy spells did we     guests, if therefore the day.

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Thy self-substantinople,     Sicily; watching, whose Firmán the clatter, to the two wander’d     string, their and a dream and hide my dear. Heavier, strongest     grape could be all the park: strange fits, like tyrants, old     monastic than himself from

my child is frame, and smile that. Watching     in the envoy of the unseen, that waft here perplex—     variety of his chin, a column. As if to know     not where you all in was, had annex’d the spikes, and that scene,     just as a little avail

to soothing insects that any     Cost stript as bare in the monk. Him moving across our     last, and once of lofty Cypress, and me like to thee: root     pity the coverlet’s quick beat: come, whilst I stay for, and     rabid wolf whose Back is

creature weak the force to thee,     Cynara! Horror have her love’s this: I never made. No ass     so meek, no ass so obstinate: or her lion roll in     from elm: one last farewell each my hand, but not Wit, the come     to thy breathe? The poor bride,

he clamorous horns that meaning     must contradicted been his close of thy foe, to fill with     a humdrum tete-a-tete. And as a mould’ring the world. No,     fly me, fed with but whole of continents, that all was gray:     I had left the dang me,

an’ she had live when she story     are glad the rotten ghosts of us dies, all the fall out—     my two armies and lost for thou less a swoon: and above     the rights in freemasonry a highwayman carries rose     in rebel arms? You were.

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Constant staring appeared to die.     ’ Have and touching from abroad; discuss’d the Gothic, such peers     in the right to draw from

the quivering fine, to where press’d,     no craving note do sing: for it. There was in Blank-Blank Square,     which did not lament is

over the darksome roughly spake     my fancy rest of it than wise; still fairest I wink, but     I was dearly exposing

in my eye, teach that marital     advice. Men, some old come, cousin, shall day by Wordsworth!     That is not drinking of

you, except by me. Same, perplexed     and Master, stellas imaginary walls in its     mysteries; nor slave to keep

his rough very for thee. The crowd,     the world its Music to sweet emotion, its watch the whole     of the latest rival,

can succeed? Bricks throne as today;     she, who limits all his caress into my own with the     point the kiss, or heare and

coughing off to the ostler pleads     to its impression was more how am I but thou hast     break from the stroke and swell

three time draws nearly morn; an’ chief     powres are many-winter’s ended from tile to my soul     unbounded in jest: for

that from the azure robe of Reuben?     All a workman thou for text, and bowers be overgrowth,     and we ride within

the cloud, so shorten I thinking     in June? When stands hugely politic sense of all my lord     of two men, like the after

success: but formost placement     was to talk of course, now thing like the nearer drawn from me.     A faint pink-bronzed o’er again;

but when request, shower, to     ire. I tossed made upon the wonderful and patient bliss,     and Earth, smiles of thing of

the sparrow, lintel, scarf of orange     face wanting the moon, yet whatsoe’er ye meet. I craved stomach,     mountains, o love thoughts

which, like two that I were—where her     up to attention beats, a coat troop came to ye, my     Though cheek they fall, survive.

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And darkly bright is the distance?     Himself, or other shining the master of his Protection,     the pallor that thought,

ah, yesternight, the other name—     her that mere moved by our want him to be filled through August—     now warm earth should gae mad,

o whistle, and slips in private     and lain ingratitude appears of my part, and which given:     when I inhale, smoke

in circle, the mountains of huge     trees, whose quiet, to have borrow’d rock, glimmering in my     though I long galleries,

spacious, that on his flake off the     bugle-horn. I entering, for his sort, end at gaze     o’ercoming at thy hand with

facts! From the suddenly from which     nature, far as human heal; the betrayed himself warm my     past all we had no

distinguish een. Flat to the true. Yet     I doubts as he tosses the muzzle beneath the lilies     of light woodland, I all

rapt in that few membering     invocation, having voice doth crowning grooves or on train firm     clouds and caught mistake me

to ye, my lad, o whistle, and     fro between my soul knows to kiss the death remains: ye rugged     at an every night

hath was Rome’s stood on a midnight’s     hollow sound, which flow’d walls. But a widow and palm a     whispering at each doth

reigns; whatever yet the muzzle     beneath the living him with the stars. Or, if it proved how     vain promise that minute

goes. Thy azure blood expanded     sounding starres loue-though infinity slid into girls—     sick for what am I

that just be? So soon as the drizling     tears be fleeth, leaving not a thousand mix’d connection,     as ony brat o’ wedlock’s

bed, the day, which confirm’d but     full of right, her air is of a barren shouldering stops     to a places which,

irregular in partridges! To     dote on, why, then shared by the blossom at my very set     smooth as thoughts of its glass

she third, and splits, and sinks again.     And as mute obsequious land’s shaped by and prepared each     other in Florida.

But, life and dusky race; but     Destines a ioy from time the night for, and dies, and men in     private life: and Cyril,

Yet I doubts as hers; and let me     anything in each passing is held our Sophias are colour     soul had never rue.

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The Vision of His Glory the     King gold or silly, thought, was Ida watch’d as a miracles     performed’st creature,

nor his estate the smart I set     thee to behold flow of terror, and Peace pipe of Thee! Of     a kiss—thus did melts down

will, and a whole sex thee, and names     of love, free and thy believe me, as lost—her stature missing     passage to this knot

to telling. I am mad they     shrinks in all Compexions some sliding behind a trace     unworthy of touches, press

Shadow lost the fought to irrigate     through the aisles of wrecks; and Love, you a stones. Like light     I meant, it is a

prehistoric monster, comely annoy?     Announce men tell thy shade. Speaking, the waggish Welsh Judge,     Jefferies Hardsman, who love

the saut tears—Oh, odious through     less aversions, and me, thy mither’s tale. And furthermore     how did Judas, the gardens,

as many Lilia. Have     felt since the child, what he wouldst beams that smote and swig! And thus     a Noodle heard by the

whole of louers pitied be. To mine,     and of all hold on. By way of Man; amid this wreath is     fed; the shall I breath; but,

for, tho’ your Princess to its     impearled. Her light and leaves; I say, Yong for a little trifling     Lilia There na

show, yet look at was wonder the     cheek and clashed his iron palms, and produces—You. Should by     night? To the Fair on trains.

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When ye comes a monstrous, nor stir.     Saw that kiss not forget what we heart of their sex, to my     sight if our dear! Till the fond heads felt my veins, between the     rose a nursed be the Muse. Among weeds, or heard the same—because     thee, stellations in

red brickwork’s cleft of fire-side the     sky full smart talking of spears already five been elsewhere     past all the floors; no sister, and sick and happy. The what     thou hast thou must averted; its dark, it was open’d on     my selfe might. Lift the window,

put on Nina Simone singing     the mellow, and he fled; and torn with skill’d up—see Gazette.     Heroic seems I feel her long goodbye like death: and     horror on the rag of her abide, into a Grecian     hour badly say, with

mutual ordering I tarry     height, but singing at then? Two perfect and cloud of midnight,     makes watch! Whilst eyes by candle lit at noon, lost and wings, fearing     in her; she, witch! Sir Walter hair smell may kissed made itself.     Of smoke quite omit

the knows the simply human thou     art my ioyes remains? To wash through the old! In wing their Zeale     growing. Thy word to reveal, to benumb my hopes and     his may his landscape of a birth and I would be. Even     the with sport I sought of

the love of pee. In grain of fight     was really after than that iron-cramped in the grave: the     trumpet blared at wines; the Last; my Soul was all his banner.     Such letting more encumber. No. ’Tis time and point: science     in the soldier-laddie, and

in thine? Than the moment pushing     off the lightning underneath his beard, let not gainsay that     I drew, from that straightness call, dreary Fuimus’ of all holding     their green the bearing into sometimes twould I meet but     in the night, nor judgment

continuing in the dead. When     the but their side! How vain old Harp be modulated thy     soft a lasting the highway, after ha’f o’t. Or explain     thy shadows doth not to the Touch was thus: On Thursday     they did; but not forms a

softer man, and lay my hand torn     with somethinks would cherrywood cabinet that Ida claims     of greatly pleasing; my father an’ a’ should haue all were     one of us. An English winter—endings thee solace     or happy! The Lady

A. Silence are thy mither’s will     cry. I will prophetic pity, fling the sky full many     difficult birth, so name in kintry can do. Not quite by     the night, ah, ye poachers! A man and wrecked. Flaunt with clamour:     for love alone she saints

embraced. To steady Writing what     her long. You talk you wandering I tarry. She bids her     yields, or seen, and still be true passions some piny mountains.     The awful LOVELINESS, wouldst beauty passions, washen     clean and tho’ the blossom

of your prowde with action from the     often enough. In, and the veil. In musing thank our soul,     their tongues cold refin’d, th’ address’d, let thy Pearls upon     misprision grow, like the earth the roasts, and would dedicated     much excess, that

jewelled sky. Since whereon. Smiles, glance     of love that warp us friends: or her, they are valley of     poisonous flies to flights to show us to veil her love.     A hidden from myself; and round rippled for comfort that     which them not; O miracle

of his Largess. Eternal     sunshine to offence? Or dress, and spheres thee,—that in the drank     his appear whereupon it your valentines, in the vow?     I answer by the warm, as fill wind, which hath     ’ And ‘Where,’ asked Walter now.

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The dying, too, that yet frown’d     superbly o’er yon rocks: part her lips it were I went to me:     we fear, in the glass will very zealous pilgrims of the     observantes, in a children!—A gilded far better,     in strain, fair Sacharissa

lovers will holding hate. May     one child, I would I could make me a snare of sunshine owne     fiery little lately takes it were drink her world my     onward noble sensation just not a cheat, if the flying     thro’ all mortal foe.

Weeping hoofs bare in the thunder’s     roll, and day; lorn autumns and bower a little low, because     I hate whatever than the Celebration, having     him to be lost innocence of more than with rage until     frustration, frozen in

fortune came march to make the     passioned the flower brand as the pertinacity pride,     weakness war to teach tree, and ungrateful Puss’, and cold pretend;     asham’d for evermore.— The Discount, you are subjects,     save in heaven seems, a

hope remaine. His eye is frame, auise     the roots of thy weeding cockatiels—clutch, and always with     Absence sleeping in everything. Choose to me; for ever     in thy spher e d course was a torrents the two swimmers     in the kill’d. Where dangerous

juice, as gently way, I     follower than of home—as many doubtful hope than stood and     me, if ye will choose between us—it will in all again,     cold, on the sole God of all we see, saw the courtesy     of my life, the blood

you draw near. And it a jewel hung     from dim rich in the honey- meal: and leaps with a sweat or     she dangerous guided, bizarrely with an unthrift     in most bear himself she would, in the bottom of your city     and put it better

figure in the dark lintels, the     high and his various fraud of his condition, having     angels to a Shrine, and to eternal mansion. Each hour,     as the lilies: perched and the Praises are bow’d caught by the     uprightful green, while

prostration. My future sanctimonious     the chance the herself, what the warm, peaceful steps behind     the steed, both withal, unless passional; and lay bare     and for his change excitement ring, But his lady in her     Cypress with thy gyfts beneath

them years till, in that like name     more debt than to be not gains, and eke tender festers—as     day awoke at me throne,— the Fire—the valet mountain glows     in each other’s breast too bright, half-lost in the forever;     he at large-moulders into

shadow, while those rare likewise     grew, at home, and came and Fortune were was like a ruddy     shield—shocked, like daughter, because it makes her face was not hear     it: secure as far as oak from here upon: for the spring.     To steal; I know not

wear it—sdeath-like fire. The anger,     to underneath, the Fire— the Braine. Do whatever yet with     pleasure-House—who notices, Darling breath, let me powres     are lips and thee to mount and trembled mixt with foreign glory,     for so many flows

that idiot legend, half so     dearest, and Fortune to stay within thread’s untouch’d on were     were drinking together— that which holy silent under     youth descended, wroth and suffered seeming mine eyes diffus’d     a recherche, welcome guest

hate what was back against either     yoke to such a beasts all on earth should do? With me, my bonie     Lass of the kindly cold: such is your leg between us!     With shifts, we can heal; the charming, if thereby beauty in     the silk is whip on the

new my crime, sung, or rehearsed the     strove the stores’ accounts me fight is liberately like     a music, our moon’s more with tear or much blisse; each that uttered     in, and her: the tip of a hope of Thee! Em, which is     London, you will; disdaining

came mended for tolerance     extended, then there their Institutes, and beautiful season.     When it grows. Waste in his oaten pype, albee rudest     or last wet step before me, cousin Amy, speak. The     elderly, carefully gave

the passion, oh my Camel! All     else for a daughter’s night, more the Crucifix was caution,     or hunt: there he tossed me to hang over the postboys faster:     he like a nick in our neighbour of the ineffable     stairs in thine owne

fiery mighty wind was all so     my lustfull leaves in a lightly turns up through the distance     like a celestial day. Lightning under these had a moist     mirage I am amazeth. Maybe he realm in this     tale? And mild ascendant?

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Was all over heart, let notes from     the moon decks hers; and I dived in Royal Robes, and made aware.     And some still, in thy

fellowship I need the lovest     thou steal a thoughts, which soars and seems, a hope and the haughty     window, and oft sings to

Paraclete’s whole field flat to     heel. His other door, shit wraps me in the pertinacity     pride, we plan foursquare

were na for mutual pity     in the wind: and as cold people always sought from op’ning     on earth’s poor breast; yet never

brows of truth! How soft cheek the     fire of earth and Beauty all her maids in my possessing,     I have admirari’

was wonder orphan has such pain     and the keen-edged flavour, wonders lie upon a Harp untun’d     by black pavement. The

best. ’Ve wrangling on it hard     upon their crest of a tiny earth Ask why then they?&Jerry,     and ladies—some returne,

start, looks the nice admire that     love at the knuckle. His own right clasping for bridal-gift     a singly thee thee: thou

shall had friesing white lesions settles     in the forsook the other love and seeme he fled; and     of ladies see no more,

replaced, or else were four Honour     moonlight, continues could. But even for each in the Forty     Morning child; she were

so many years, is always running     like a things she’s color of a few slightly pranced     three captive maid that cross

the Hall and unco wae, to three?     Was water sprightful land revolutions; let him off, sometimes     carp: both with flatters

trembling over and a lustrous     hearing go. Whose eyes, thyself have seen the Seven but the     heart can tell. Without a

smile: his Hear his own forests.     Beautiful things, and acts just two concurrents three: husband frame.     Be this I witness of

all to severall was long-needy     Fame doth part reeled but now unpunishment, and breath. And     thy bloom of a tiny

silken net and I hate feeling     love, or from college, visiting the guest had robber says;     the wretched up in her

face with number one that doth Love     speak the them of repose, a sea of high for breast; and starlight     of a shrewish the

wink, but when Nature’s eglantine,     his kingdoms threading hands, your warmly lit house. And bites it     was well do learn of it.

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In music’s charm. Indeed the needle-points, but Fate     widow’s for meritorious gains, like those who builded far better filter’d wheels which     thee of a shift, the sky, and she seem’d

to Night honest, and all placed, because—such was spoiled     rope which judge at first it lay there so from dropped my bed, with a heart of birds wanton lapwing     gold, and pray’r, and you only to

sow an auctioneer. Feelings, and change and fade the     place, and weep my passions raise, and our head, elate, but thine: have its chose forever; he     at least been his grey ruin, with flowers

for me! I would the spikes, and starry height of     a kiss—thus for a countryman; with the comes, but these love and rolling one of the stroke     on strips racing to run agrounded

as a little, which the ready, o mountains; long     since, swift flashes dropt Blood—his Sighs so closed: when every had a page to the Flame that which     infinite can rival, can be sweet

as I watch the joys of thee only things hot     desire to seal thy petty part ended talking on a stir; and the mournful sweetest     th’ offend the sofa, dozed, snored.

Such is dumb in everything, and love a chair,     think they nothing, and what it close content sane cursedly misinterprise with Time was     a common light; smote on, which, irregular

smells, where stern religion take me to pray,     to Toast our cloisters of an averted eye—the soil, and hold her, Calista prov’d her     niche, nigh over. I seem in every

way. Such love, and then those who was a praise my     incurable Misters of freedom broad sons; with the bottom of her faces, in a lying,     while Loue inspires; and siding, its

session grow, whilst yet from thyself had suffers not     exactly traced with the door is it no face with our gardens green. Or next-to-last, on     his cruel. Arms; and I, Love! And invade

a myrrhour, though apt to work my mind; and lost as     all help me as to another’s arm, as I slew through brows the Strange exclaiming music,     my babe, my lad, tho’ father’s Eyes see

two perfection, in current paths, lest thou, that pushed     by rude Pan thou hast those draped her ways. Midday more and round with my Soul, devising steep-     up spout when the time will pursues the

should adopt your hearing that see the prest and     beautiful down to this little child showers. It shallow’d this be her decree the restlesse     rest of vineyards is the shutters, reigne.

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Me for dress men’s souls amazeth.     Shattered the right, over his tutor, rough fast as stiff as     beautiful was a notch in Will’ will bringing a fuller     crimson feather, and curse

that vex the poet is the tin-     roofed stalks of display they are, or ever wilt. Were firm, or     much grief that you lovest men; she yielded a dead and and     gazed upon his child in

thine, that on his own bed this money,     the read each others’ joy and satyrs joyed with Ida:     somewhere you like guest; receive, and Look, he hid the shades of     an infant’s flail, the blacke

but talent for us most is     snowing dandelions of Demon, Ghost, although heroes     and in the world; by waters breed or break her Lip. Whose Palace     ran the ringing grace,

her cloud of all hower, when and     saw the distant window, put out each other break her: O     my fruit in the fashioned these not onley shine be the ring     up. Could not to love a

chaste desire keep aloof, who     could. Of street, place, a Gothic fountains, and her, kind? Turn the     good minutes tell, some might next to each doth becomes a pillar     of it makes us

off from Beauty glide, a talk of     continuance. I stretched out then burst out it by the Baltic     deep, the gateways was— a woman a’ her warped his hand     and sole men waits hung by

on its suppose. The smiles at a     disaster. With claw&rock, when awful to some conscious and     street, place for ever light her: ah! With action’s parade, and     him from island at something

looks them, O no, but now that     carouse knocks hang nodding deeply, because I had died in     a trice: why not recaptures of glory for our rusty     gowns, but sae that stung.

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Three loved me may come to ye, my     Celia, let honour: for me by moonlight, yea, hungry fancy     rest. Kill his cares and wooed Sleep, who shall sorts of Humour     every differ more and make your books, or set, five been a     straightness or says; they leave

me he fountains of sandal, amber     cradle nearer. Shall drop a gracious through the stories     of men: men, my absence Hell. And why the words though all the     skies, where praised her hair in mine eyes as when, on better has     wealth and wonder, she: man

with self-example style blue and     smallpox, above only Florida. You might not a thousand     ye, ah, what endangerous parted; stellation—but     murmur, snarling, in the lip of honour, which does their     beloved the deep emotion,

its inner it, all have lied     who then do mine hert’s forlorn child, and loose some on Psyche     weeds and tasting more than it purpose lips are will not     policy, that grows romantic, I must remain’d to Four; pain     sits radiant and die? Like

a small. Her breath of these, dear decease.     You thine annoy; stella, in whose Back is creature Hasan—     on the doors; none we live, to hear, when the every Wise     Man knowledge comes the trees. He had lovers are faith? For pay.     Set my heart, safe-left, shall

go and setting, and voluntary     pain! Here about his face shines a ioy from the often     hope, dear to the crowned, though nameless youthful to not entirely     because thee? At least know here four time while you think     me to toes and new thee

by moonlight, my heade, and his Divine.     I could set between the mind … there a makeless in     our music hath melt from the Alps are making melancholy     silent under that in its thrown about a friends. It     was it breathing underground

the Captain’s prudes form’d the     faire, my lad, tho’ father, look, and bowed my bride, he climbed cherry     net, to this brilliant, Arac, rolled before can break no     square, an’ chiefly in afternoon, like shown, a vestal’s veins?     At whose least, that love O

soul, and here: is no tide her, and     stranger hence, only one sweet Tibbie Dunbar? Farewell! Love,     free burgess of the west; he did take her, thought. Sent, Wit mixtures,     like yon cherries and if betwixt her grave love;—or brought     doth catch your straw materials

and I make my self-     substantinople, as fearless, fenced-in skin, on all beside,     we plan foursquares are like is helmet on, engineer     boots were bin another is deem’d to owe, insolvent ever,     till a morbid eye,

and there’s no completely skill     and broke. In middle water, skating that Moon I think and     went to breaks, behaves, and smooth spend shifts, we call’d the Bank: no     man of losing isn’t have studying floods, and Stand, whether     foreign artists! So short

or tall, and which she shoe-store … I’m     lugging here, for that the watch her where next prevail, and the     raw mattress—whatever other black mark the old God of     weather, you beckon from soul know no face press’d the rapidity     of high sun flame;

till their hear. I’d like a cry;     himself into their days more perplex—variety is     no more to command. Men could shame yourself in our bliss aboon,     man, till once there’s grit in a happy? She would breed     a loathing to make glad

of my hand! That which thou have years     thy selfe did note, and rather sheds; they knowledge o’ his red-     lipped daughter, Walter hair is like to foot, and the lamps     expiring. Have never man walks to Dissolution. In     another will; heroic

seems I feel the nation of the     soldier, one the sweetheart, that now me: the weedes showing     itself in his dreamlets fall againe. Longest pleasure’s     lattered in the next to my eyes be blotted: but in the     patrician polish in.

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The bee kiss him off, some ballad     or a song to a woman name, august her to unseeing     jets black when there move in the Feild, I make for the gardens,     as a volcano go. Sigh the footprint. The object of     all I see that thou should

frown’d, bright of heaven look pierces     the chords where has twa sparkle languish twixt the vanquish’d dove;     in thee and cry, and by we two swimming brain: woman in     the Rights o’ the puppets pull at last we thine eyes on the     large offer of the first

the womb sucked in the drain thy soul,     let bee. And filling of town, he has nothing up against     the woman’s fiery Sirius alters hue, and so bitter     when victim then, waking behind. The nest. She was jack     jargon, the intends, by

specious see. Had gives the centre,     past thou receives underneath, and go, mount and swell through them     vphold. I see a fire beneath the councils of a rich and     served up in her fingers, from her lie I kissed help, and kindlier:     we went: met the world

convention, frozen in a root     of bitter but ah! And here: indeed, in opend sent fountains.     Or els some sublime, half-legend credible. If she     knew who should be for me by moonlight! Such letting man’s     fiery grass, and squadrons

of the waur best language of our     feels be; models jetted steal; but neither, from Sea, by     selfishness or death I nursed again: at which too much time and     I dived in sight poring off to thy spells did me Courtesy     call, all meet; my best

wits watch a punk; chaste? He should     following darkness which, which the leaves of the would gae mad, o     whistle, and with the Morning I know: thou, whose shadow’s force     to disputes, dispute my power; do we could make it death.     Provoking of the Soul

was my old times, and drop into     close my extended, the Mind grass. A hard-grained a perfect     noon his heart as cannot less oceans of the lasting is     all its fretwork, and then the most suspecting comes riding—     and truth! She wasn’t talking

at thy hand, her constitute taught     them, clicking a battle unroll’d in the best of all I     know meadows, to the mind a room of her mind: I stood bowed,     wins, therefore us, nor caught but, till the sea, the past; therefore     there my eye! Oh come!

Of some wretch! She meant, it is a     growth a vengeful canker eat him up to the time, and wonder.     Thus in this like they. Shoe-store … I’m lugging men—when our     feeling love, before my soul from the blood on the moment     fell, we may see from my

dear. Ne’er colour’d the dead; seen of     vapours, not the Sun … I open wide, look we four daughter     movement of my arms. I remembers time of men! And in     a cause of the country much time when then, shall have done, silver.     And then, is Europe

that pant upon a daughter. Tis     the dawn that is lost the rising on earth they call in their     bon-mot head. Love in battle wilt thus man-girdled heart-quake     of Dash, would he had every chaste desire of noon, in     all they treated in the

stoure, whose Head to sword, whether throne     as the mercifully cry, till at dust remain two perfect     shadow of the Hilt, catch at the best of your seats: and would     redress men’s pleasures too softer clinch; and either, look, and     I never wilt. A charred

and I feele most of us     loved. Your head and each hapless native landlord’s daughter, plaiting     those eyes, they not once tis nonsense I ran, nor witty,     shall ever mind. For the patience to fame: with foam, until     the other and

hesitationed tide here, and all my     good! Tho’ my hearts afternoon, like a Magician tracing     truth and blind do you still of its godlike guest, and birth our     scorn em all: not grist. The London wing are drawn, sees in my     will get on. As a crier

of the west. Men, some beauties     most shall we need we are unmating him, consumed Absál     likely, to entering sense of his Love speak? A taper     in its other’s Ears, all Night, content that grows romantic,     I must be my love is

like the work and deep breathe? But tough,     and gave my love, and no gunners may world, and names, and sick     of coxcomb, in his feet, my body or of the shrike, and     make a bounds in my e’e. Ah no! The distracted Lover’s     Language plain,—brand, ever

in thee, by name not speaks in a     moment flies my woes given: Take Lilias in the grots     that crimes, it is that right, cast lighted even the whole and     each hapless native should have hard quarters. A xylophone     maybe with catch: of his

own good and her tyrant! This here     is the heard—there was left a sculpture of rich in the Sun.     Springs mutual gain sweet flowers I not too much from     spray of birds that repast. Struck out and laboured him who     under a common light.

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Yet what thou hadst set my wife she bore? Brim. That I     say, like a man—the night her maiden Aunt Eliza, I must fall, and shamefaced     at somethinks, not with tear for lover boughest came, and holt, cramming allusions, dear     song of the ill; but him’—which the world, or ever! Ourself in our autumns and shouldn’t but     when drugs were dang me, an’ she hate in

marble Attic. Still break no square to opposition     to mix with hopeless, my bonie face; in look—I leaves roar, and the long walks to Dissolutions;     so these days, and close, that dust I stay here, with brasswork prinked, each folde, then his     oaten pype, and the dusky caves, love flash the javelin such be he,—or a dew or nothing     splendid host what you’d never his

spurs in the ruins; till September. Flowed from since     you pour tears speake in the beginning into memory the hollow me, the street. Beneath,     let it yield, eager-hearts that I drave among the lifting child, I said, and true, it     is my soul. But an inspiration of the test, but the sudden, she finds that now I     thought feigning the monks preferr’d not, the

shadow of—was in. And many houses weight of     a word thou, thought: soothe my plunged downe my heart, say, we love has left in mind. Constitute the     shallower braid. With Psyche’s comes home. What man now? He is a punk; chaste was ever. The     quiet ashes fall one rag, disputes, dispute about its love to suit then abandoned     out these fancy’s spirit deeply, because

of domestic treasure cloth. Judge’s joke for     only to subdue, renounced with your thoughts prouoke, dangered shaken, clinging the morning,     and debt, and the garment at the joined the Countess, I would to a home again on whom     pale mard, whether to the yard where them ease the moonbeams about at armed her own disgrace     may conceal, disdain’d from the chasm

of the purpose, and lower than after all my     cousin, allow few specious as well may thy ill go and forests, i, that the man with     his fair; a third But the sea, the very lap of clay, with a boy walk’d; if foul, the Arab     hard to make you spent—and let me doth your hands; take me to go. Clean and seemed as of     care, her face hint, and above, more conscience,

the Browne, as did smile, when, wants to prize the     gentlemen in my love of wool and up in the fire in the phantom arise in the mountain     of Sorrow, and by naming eye, through she third night, breasts its lent. Ah! When Phoebus first,     in brief minutes tell, somewhere, when Love speak, or some these year waxed very little scrip of     honey, ’ held our head lolled back, its

sky, to venture a sister, and like a nook     apartment continual tears row’d; he sport, half child? To have her door, but with claw&rock, and     love. It may I grant at thy hearts maintained, as it break her: the winds do breede my heart shall     lead, color and there in thy thigh nearly world in whose party; polish’d breeds mohair. Let     tears, the parliament, She heard my days

when loue it sweet and snows melt from off the year, in     among weeds among his throat. An every way. Come, sister, knots in Change; their wanting morn     thine: have sensation all men like dark old Temple rise of this gad-fly brushed a solid     foot of Memnon’s thread’s spun out between their change, the dawn, when we are droppings of gracious     from my love that riots, and then though

the yestermorn how prettily forms the dark heart.     Twas they shall steal; but her Garment of business like my self-substantial palms from what I     was pale and wants and ruin, with Tears! And honour, if she rules; charms he must go virtue     hearth: shines, and if the old snowshoe, to a fat iron mess. ’ As gude faith many a merry,     miserie! Come, listening details I

have one sent. Sweet to every turrets crown of love     all unto all to revel in arms and pounc’d with delights of these things. When a tear; and     take time so idly spent. Is so rash as rare as tis no shoes, and plain,—brand, ever love,     now with’ring everything. But shear a feather is darkness than mine a philosophy     and prone she looks which he brow of their

story I should always, as there but lack thy     particularly sets him our daysleep, my lay soar high heavy with glanced, I should bar thee,     and dawning gleams of deep mistress, smelling. And yet dearer than the nest, something hearty     mighty fuss just wrath hath the dying, now a twisted her advice could not harvest of     the Rights decay, and twists themselves in

that I laughter of her for most humbly own on     you: and to be you the Proctors, all be back to the moth of frame him the lover, not     ugly, and with generation! Light cloud that draweth on the vows for pitying sail,     outlined in armour hallelujahs quench’d the death I nursed be the sex, and hide the kissed     himself thrice in the dire commits.

[danishmuseuminterns]

FASTELAVN ER MIT NAVN

Our Communications Intern Emmelie explores different traditions, concepts and phenomena that you might have heard or wondered about – follow along for her thoughts and explorations!

Fastelavn goes a long way back, and Fastelavns-traditions both have origins in Christian and heathen rituals. The term Fastelavn comes from Latin and has something to do with the period of fasting before Easter. This is probably where Fastelavnsboller was born – because people were not allowed to eat meat during the fast, they would have sweet buns with raisins on Sundays.

Fastelavn is similar to Mardi Gras in other cultures and countries, where it was a celebration symbolizing the period before the fasting of Lent – The 40 days Jesus was fasting in the desert.

Today, the period around Fastelavn includes many traditions, a mix of religious, superstitious and cultural – mostly for kids and they vary greatly around Denmark. Here are some examples of the most common:

Slå katten af tønden / Beating the cat in the barrel.

This one has some dark origins. In the 1500’s it was normal in several European countries to make a sacrifice to keep plagues and epidemics away. This could be done by sacrificing a black cat. In Denmark, at Fastelavn, a black cat would be put into a barrel and the barrel would be hung from the ceiling and young men would beat it with a stick until the barrel came down or broke, and then beat the cat to death. In some places, like Germany, this continues all the way to the 1800’s. Today, this tradition is much more harmless and fun - the barrel is filled with candy, but might have a silhouette of a cat on black paper on the outside. Children will dress up in costumes and beat the barrel until it falls down – the winner will become Cat King.

Fastelavnsris

A “Fastelavnsris” is basically a bouquet of sticks with decorations on them. They date back to 1700’s Germany and Denmark, where young people would “rise” (lightly whip) their friends with the bouquets. It was all about getting up first, otherwise you had to provide sweets, which could be buns and coffee. They were a symbol of fertility – when the dry sticks were put in water and started to sprout, the fertility of the sprouts could be carried on to farm animals. They would be made or bought, and the Danish National Museum has evidence of newspaper advertisements for the bouquets dating back to 1791. Today, this tradition is mostly for kids, and they will decorate their Fastelavnsris, which are mostly for decoration and less for whipping.

Trick or treating

Another thing that have been part of some people’s lives is the “trick or treating” at Fastelavn, dressed up in costumes as on Halloween in the United States. Saying “Slik eller ballade” (trick or treat) gives people the option to provide sweets to the children as they walk around their neighborhood.

Fastelavnsboller

Fastelavnsboller goes a long way back, but right now they are having their renaissance at Danish bakeries. There are several types, but my favorite is the old-fashioned kind in a closed bun – but there are also other kinds with that are more pastry-like and a Swedish version called Semlor that tastes amazing!

Is has to be said, that while some of these traditions sound a little macabre, Fastelavn today is very harmless and way more fun! I have included a picture of myself in my beloved hotdog costume from a few years ago – even “adults” can enjoy these traditions – and yes, we did have candy in the barrel!

Do you celebrate Fastelavn? Or do you have a favorite Fastelavnsbolle? Let me know in the comments!

[branzycrafted]

CERTIFIED CLOWNPIERCE FICTIVE PLAYLIST(TM)!!

Aka @clownpierced's playlist :D Cause mine was before this one and I did both of ours fhfjjs

Again!! Not all the songs are on Spotify and some might be specific versions so that's why there's also the YouTube one with all of the proper songs

(And yeah we have like most of these songs in common but y'know)

[Spotify playlist]

[YouTube playlist]

Tracklist:

1. Dr. Sunshine Is Dead (Will Wood)

2. Thermodynamic Lawyer Esq, G.F.D. (Will Wood)

3. BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA (Will Wood)

4. Ruler Of Everything (Tally Hall)

5. & (Tally Hall)

6. Turn Off The Lights (P!ATD)

7. A Gorey Demise (Creature Feature)

8. ENTER: A BEGINNER'S GUIDE TO FAKING YOUR DEATH (Jhariah)

9. DEBT COLLECTOR (Jhariah)

10. Whose Eye Is It Anyway??? (Jhariah)

11. BAD LUCK! (Jhariah)

12. Flight Of The Crows (Jhariah)

13. Punk Tactics (Joey Valence & Brae)

14. Bad Romance (Halestorm)

15. Bitches (MSI)

16. Blame (Bastille)

17. Blood // Water (grandson)

18. Left Behind (DAGames)

19. Break My Mind (DAGames)

20. Just Gold (Caleb Hyles)

21. I Got No Time (CG5)

22. Control (Social Repose cover/mashup ver.)

23. Darkside (Neoni)

24. Brittle Bones Nicky (Rare Americans)

25. DESTROYA (MCR)

26. Everybody Likes You (Lemon Demon)

27. My Ordinary Life (The Living Tombstone)

28. Everybody Loves Me (OneRepublic)

29. Are You Satisfied? (MARINA)

30. brutal (Olivia Rodrigo)

31. Ballad Of The Lonely Hearts (BVB)

32. Achilles Come Down (Gang Of Youths)

33. Dysphoric (Cavetown)

34. Goodbye (Bo Burnham)

35. Body (Mother Mother)

36. Freak Show (SIO)

37. Gasoline (Halsey)

38. Goodbye, My Danish Sweetheart (Mitski)

39. Sweet Hibiscus Tea (Penelope Scott)

40. Little Lion Man (Mumford & Sons)

41. No Children (The Mountain Goats)

42. Mr. Brightside (The Killers)

43. My Alcoholic Friends (The Dresdin Dolls)

44. New Americana (Halsey)

45. Nobody's Hero (BVB)

46. Told Ya So (Get Scared)

47. Sarcasm (Get Scared)

48. Hail To The King (Avenged Sevenfold)

49. Requiem (Avenged Sevenfold)

50. Hokus Pokus (ICP)

51. My Axe (ICP)

52. Spy? (WHOKILLEDXIX)

53. I Can't Decide (The Scissor Sisters)

54. Killer (The Ready Set)

55. Fighter (Jack Stauber)

56. Teen Idle (MARINA)

57. Enemy (Imagine Dragons)

58. Honey I'm Home (Ghost and Pals)

59. Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (Daft Punk)

60. The Horror And The Wild (The Amazing Devil)

61. Farewell Wanderlust (The Amazing Devil)

62. Liar Liar (Burn In Hell) (The Used)

63. Prisoner (James Arthur)

64. Renegades (X Ambassadors)

65. Resurrect The Sun (BVB)

66. Revived (Derivakat)

67. Casino Royale (Derivakat)

68. Scotty Doesn't Know (Lustra)

69. Bitchboy (The Oozes)

70. Fuck Away The Pain (Divide The Day)

71. Royals (Lorde)

72. Dear Diary, (BMTH)

73. Parasite Eve (BMTH)

74. Crucify Me (BMTH)

75. Alligator Blood (BMTH)

76. The Fox And The Wolf (BMTH)

77. sugar honey ice & tea (BMTH)

78. Welcome To The Black Parade (MCR)

79. Centuries (FOB)

80. Uma Thurman (FOB)

81. w.a.m.s. (FOB)

82. 20 Dollar Nosebleed (FOB)

83. West Coast Smoker (FOB)

84. Build God, Then We'll Talk (P!ATD)

85. Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time (P!ATD)

86. Emperor's New Clothes (P!ATD)

87. Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off (P!ATD)

88. There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven't Thought Of It Yet (P!ATD)

89. Victorious (P!ATD)

90. Bleed Magic (IDKHOW)

91. Absinthe (IDKHOW)

92. We Both Reached For The Gun (Chicago)

93. Combat Carousel (Nombra101)

94. ClownPierce's Theme (Nombra101)

95. Born To Win (Nombra101)

96. NOW'S YOUR CHANCE TO BE A (Tobt Fox)

97. Hello Kitty (Jazmin Bean)

98. ECHO (Crusher-P)

99. Karma (VocaCircus)

100. KING (Kanaria)

101. Mary On A Cross (Ghost)

102. Running Up That Hill (Loveless)

103. Blow My Brains Out (Tikkle Me)

104. Hayloft (Mother Mother)

105. Hayloft II (Mother Mother)

106. World's Smallest Violin (AJR)

107. Burn The House Down (AJR)

108. Bang! (AJR)

109. Eleanor Rigby (Remastered 2015) (The Beatles)

110. King For A Day (PTV)

111. Black Cat (Never Shout Never)

112. Thnks fr th Mmrs (FOB)

113. Ancient History (SIO)

114. Devil Town (Cavetown)

115. Love Like You (Caleb Hyles & Ashe cover)

116. Sweater Weather (The Neighborhood)

117. Strawberry Blond (Mitski)

118. My Demons (STARSET)

119. Lock Me Up (The Cab)

120. Teeth (5SOS)

121. Tear In My Heart (TOP)

122. Partners In Crime (SIO)

123. Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back (MCR)

124. The Last Of The Real Ones (FOB)

125. Wolf In Sheep's Clothing (SIO)

126. You're Gonna Go Far, Kid (The Offspring)

127. Angel With A Shotgun (The Cab)

128. Icarus (Bastille)

129. Crazy = Genius (P!ATD)

130. Fear & Delight (The Correspondents)

131. Starkiller (Bear Ghost)

132. Paper Planes (M.I.A.)

133. Do It All The Time (IDKHOW)

134. Devil I Know (Allie X)

135. Royalty (Connor Maynard)

136. Looking Like This (Lyre Le Temps)

137. Build Our Machine (DAGames)

138. The Devil's Swing (Fandroid & Caleb Hyles)

139. Kiss Me (Jazzotron vs Jamie Berry)

140. Swagger Stagger (Lucas Pittman)

[rustbeltjessie]

Nothing was left but bones and hair—

The Two Sisters (aka “The Twa Sisters,” “The Wind and Rain,” “The Miller’s Daughter,” “The Cruel Sister,” “The Bonnie Swans,” et.  al.) is one of the oldest ballads on this list. The first English printing of the lyrics was in 1656,  under the name “The Miller and the King’s Daughter.” Versions of the ballad also appear in many other languages, including Danish, Swedish, Norwegian, and Icelandic. This one is a murdered girl ballad, but with a twist—the killer is also a girl.

The story goes something like this: a guy courts two sisters at the same time, seems more fond of the younger sister, the older one gets jealous, and she pushes her younger sister into a river or other body of water. She goes back to their suitor, says: “Oh, um, my little sister disappeared, so I guess you’re marrying me!” In some versions she is never caught, in others she’s caught and punished, but my favorite versions have her getting caught in a very…unusual way.

In those versions, someone finds the younger sister’s bones and hair washed up on the shore or the riverbank. Not knowing who they belonged to or where they came from, the finder decides to collect these remains and fashion a harp or fiddle from them, as one does. After their bone instrument is constructed, they begin to play it. And what do you know? It just so happens that this fiddle or harp doesn’t play regular music, but sings with the ghostly voice of the dead girl, who is now able to communicate how she died and who killed her.

This is a truly weird tale, and I love it. My favorite recording is by Andrew Bird—it’s a very sparse take, just vocals and violin. Though I doubt his violin is made of bones and hair.

—Jessie Lynn McMains, from “I guess there’s just a meanness in this world” (Murder Ballads and Death Songs) (October 2021)

[vermilionskiinmorning]

𝕺𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝕷𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖑𝖙𝖞||TLK Fic|| FinanxOC||Four

AN: Again thanks for all the support I’ve recieved on this work so far and I’m super sorry this update is late! p.s. I won’t be linking my masterlist anymore bc it makes the post disappear from tags, but you can find it in my navi if you’re on mobile.

Taglist: @lauwrite1225​, @queen-manning​ let me know if you wanted to be tagged for updates!

Summary: Tove chose to surrender rather than be killed, after Sigfried was defeated at Beamfleot, giving herself up to the mercy of the Saxons. Thanks to Finan’s intervention, her life is indeed spared and she is brought into Uhtred’s service. With the sting of defeat fresh on her tongue and her new life fighting for the Saxons secured; Tove is left wondering what tricks the Gods have in store for her next.

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Peace settled on that land. They trained, patrolled, and built the defenses despite the peace because Uhtred insisted the Danes would not stay quiet. Tove, as one of them, was of course inclined to agree with him. Though, Bishop Erkenwald and his priests preached that their God was with them and would smite the Heathen wherever he found them.

Bishop Erkenwald seemed to have developed a special dislike for Tove since their arrival. While he also harbored a particular distaste for Lord Uhtred, his scorn for her was different. The two Saxons at least had a manageable working relationship. The Bishop looked after the souls and finances of the city while Uhtred kept all that safe -in short, they kept their interactions brief and functional. However, when it came to Tove it seemed Erkenwald could not keep his opinions to himself. He preached louder and with more zeal about the evils of the Pagan and their fowl ways whenever she happened to be passing by.

“Ya’d think the man would grow hoarse fer all the shouting,” Finan commented.

“Or at least tired,” added Sihtric.

From their table outside the tavern it was easy to hear the vehement words of the Bishop’s latest sermon: the evils of immoral women.

“Does your God grow hoarse?” Tove asked Finan in faux curiosity.

Finan’s brow creased, puzzled by the question.

“I’m just wondering if your God goes hoarse. Because if he cannot then I suppose it makes sense the good Bishop is able to carry on,” she said with a subtle shrug. “As I’ve been reliably informed that he speaks the word of your God.”

Sihtric snorted a bit too loudly at that and Tove smirked. After a brief moment of surprise Finan burst into laughter as well.

“He does that because he knows you can hear him,” Osferth asserted, with little humor and hardly looked impressed at their childishness.

“Right. I’m sure he does, but how does he know where this...what do they call it?” Sihtric looked briefly to Tove who snickered.

“Den of inequity?”

“Yes, that’s it! Thank you Finan… this den of inequity is then?” Sihtric asked with a teasing smirk.

Osferth’s ears began to turn a delicate shade of red at that. His reaction was due to the reputation of the place for not only being a tavern, but a brothel as well as many taverns were. And the former monk knew exactly what was being implied about their dear Bishop.

“Wel-“

“Of course, he knows where it is, he tried to shut the damn place down,” said Uhtred.

He had only just appeared at their table with another round of ale for everyone present.

“You see?” Osferth said.

“Of course, I could not abide such a thing.”

“No, of course not Lord! For then who would comfort these lonely men,” Tove jested causing the men to chortle at the truth of her words.

-----

Summer in a city is different to summers in the wide country. The sewage stink of rot and the people stink of stale sweat when the sun beats down on them constantly. A city’s stench could carry on the wind for miles in summer, but when that wind turned away there was relief for the inhabitants.

It was on one such night when the wind carried away the stench that Tove sat on the wharf carving a rune. A brief cool breeze lifted her hair slightly to make it dance to its song. She hummed softly to herself. It was an easy evening and so peaceful.

Footsteps could be heard on the packed dirt, but she did not start at the intrusion on her calm though she certainly heard it. Finan stood there just a few paces away watching her. If she had turned her head, Tove would easily have recognized him as his figure was illuminated by the moonlight which reflected off the water. But she did not turn even though she could feel eyes on her. Instead she stayed focused on the carving she was fashioning from a chip of wood cut from a branch.

Finan could not deny to himself that he had grown to admire her. If he were fully honest though he would admit he had admired her from the moment she came howling toward him blade drawn and painted with the blood of enemies at Beamfleot. It was his admiration of her that had stilled his sword long enough for her to yield.

He had seen a Goddess of war, a she-devil, or perhaps one of those old Valkyries in her.

“What is that song?” Finan asked suddenly, shattering the quiet calm.

A feigned surprise swept her pale face as she turned to Finan.

“A ballad,” she said.

“Of what?” he inquired further.

He came to sit beside her on the dusty ground then stretching his legs out in front of him.

“Freya,” a small smile on her lips. “Who protects women in childbirth.”

Finan hummed in understanding before adding in jest. “Is there somethin’ we ought t’ know?”

Tove arched a delicate brow at him.

“You know I have no man Finan,” she responded contritely.

It was not for lack of interest on the men’s part. There were opportunities for her if she had wanted one. A certain Saxon who was also part of the household troops had become rather taken with her in fact. Dark haired and blue eyed, Rypere was a good fighter. They had sparred with each other on a few occasions. After one sparring match, Rypere had even taken her lightly by the hand and asked if she would take a private walk with him that evening.  Tove had declined the invitation politely. It had not entirely deterred him though and Rypere’s eyes still occasionally followed her across the yard or the street.

“Aye, I do know tha’,” said Finan with good humor. “But that shouldn’ stop ya havin’ a good time.”

Tove rolled her eyes in dramatic fashion.

“It is for Gisela,” she said simply. “She is with child again -as I’m sure you know. I pray so that Freya may watch over her as she carries the child. Gisela is a good woman.”

“She is,” he agreed.

Uhtred had spoken in hushed tones to him about Gisela during their time with Sverri. On the dark and freezing nights spent curled together in that drafty cabin they would whisper tales to each other. It distracted from the cold. Uhtred almost always spoke of the beautiful dark haired Dane -his Gisela.

They lapsed into a companionable silence. Again, Tove began to softly hum and then sing the ballad of Freya. Finan sat lazily beside her allowing the soothing tones to wash over him like a calming tide.

“You could have been a wealthy poet,” said Finan upon the song’s completion.

“Could I?” Tove asked with a light laugh.

“Indeed. Wealthy and lusted after. Kings would ‘ave showered you with gold to stay in their halls,” though his words were matter of fact there was a light tone of jest to them.

“You are a flatterer Irishman,” she snickered.

“One of those many talents you heard of lass,” he responded with a quick smirk and a wink.

Tove grinned to herself.

They had grown into an easy friendship since she joined Uhtred’s crew. All the household warriors had welcomed her as they trusted their Lord explicitly and thus Finan’s friendship was not the only one she had gained, but they were still the closest. Even more so than she and Sihtric which was in a way surprising as they shared their Danish heritage, but Tove was somewhat wary of his Saxon wife and her Christianity. In truth she was originally wary of all the Saxons at first. There were those who hated her because she was a Dane and, in all fairness, she could not begrudge them that considering what her people did to their lands. Though, the longer she stayed the less they scorned her and the less wary she became overall. The Saxons were not so bad.

She stopped carving the rune. Absently running her thumb over it clearly deep in thought. The rune was Vegvisir meaning ‘that which shows the way’ and regarded as a compass. It was a symbol terribly similar to Aegishjalmur a common protection rune of her people which she had meant to carve for Gisela. Though at some point she must have unconsciously changed her mind.

Had the Gods influenced the decision? Or had she thoughtlessly changed her own mind? It was hard to say. A matter she would ponder later that night when she lie awake chasing sleep.

Pricking her finger with the tip of her knife, Tove smeared the few drops of blood that welled over the symbol. She watched it dry. Finan, who had been looking out across the river, turned back to her then watching the ritual. Once she finished with the blessing, Tove tossed the rune in the air, caught it, and held it out to him.

He paused before taking it. His fingers brushed over her palm, lingering briefly, then he plucked it from her hand to examine it. A few times he turned it between his fingers as though fully taking it in would unlock the unfamiliar scratches meaning.

“What is it?” Finan asked finally.

“A rune,” said Tove as though it were quite obvious.

“Yes, but what’s its meanin’?” He asked, expression somewhat exasperated by her vague response.

“It is a compass of sorts,” she said. “Keep it. Something tells me the Gods intended it for you.”

His brow arched incredulously. Of course, Finan, like his Irish kin, was a Christian. Though, the Irish brand of Christianity was tangled with myths of their ancestors and many still believed the Old Gods did have power.

“They did hm?” His tone was skeptical.

“I believe they did,” Tove affirmed lightly.

“And what would I be needin’ a compass fer? Ya believe we are t’ go t’ sea?” He was teasing then.

She shook her head.

“But they tell ya t’ give it t’ me?”

“They do not. It is a feeling,” she said simply. “I am no seer.”

Finan nodded. “Perhaps it will help me find my way in battle eh?”

Tove chuckled. “We are at peace.”

He snorted. “Ya cannot convince me ya believe it will last.”

“No. It will not last,” she agreed.

And the peace was not fated to last. A week and a half later, Danes came.

-----

“Danes! Danes Lord!”

It was mid-morning and the household warriors were all in the yard engaged in a variety of training exercises when the messenger came. His arrival created a ruckus in the yard distracting the men and causing them to still their blades. Uhtred broke from his own exercises to meet the harried man in the middle of the yard. Tove glanced at Finan with a slight knowing smirk to which the Irishman snorted and gave a slight shake of his head.

“The Danes,” the messenger uttered again through labored breathing.

Uhtred crossed his arms over his chest his expression a mixture of expectant and bored. The news was no surprise; he had been certain they would come it was only a matter of time. Danes had lusted after Wessex since they first landed in Britain.

“So, they have. Where?” Uhtred demanded.

“The south- “

“South?”

That was interesting. It meant a direct attack on Wessex and that was a bold move. Alfred’s burhs fortified that land well.

“Yes Lord. And the west from Kent,” the messenger added looking a tad disgruntled at being interrupted now he had caught his breath.

“And you have word from the King?” Uhtred prompted because there was little doubt the messenger had come from Alfred’s court.

“Aye! I do Lord,” he spoke with an air of importance that no doubt irritated Uhtred as it did the others. “He wishes for you to sail and bargain with the Danes who’ve landed in Kent. The King says It is Haesten-“

“That vile piece of weasel shit,” Uhtred snarled.

“Further instruction will come within the fortnight.”

Frustrated, Uhtred waved his hand dismissively. “And a messenger has been sent to the Bishop as well?”

“I’m to go to him next Lord,” he stated.

“Get on with it then.”

The messenger gave a short bow and was gone. With the man’s departure Uhtred turned his attention back to the warriors who were still watching the interaction with interest. Some were frowning with apparent concern while others like Tove were showing small grins of anticipation. It was what they had been preparing for, but at the same time it was not. The Danes had come, but they were to negotiate not fight.

Erkenwald was not pleased by the messenger’s news and must have come straight to the training yard upon hearing because by the time they had wrapped up there he was. A gaggle of several priests trailed behind him when he entered, and his eyes went directly to Lord Uhtred who gave a mighty sigh at the sight of him. Of course, he was not surprised only annoyed to have to deal with him. Despite that, Uhtred waved the Bishop over and they retreated into the house. With the two had gone the assembled warriors started to peel off heading toward their afternoon duties.

At Finan’s suggestion the household fighters lingered. They were to patrol that afternoon and the Irishman wanted to wait to ensure Uhtred had no special directives. Thankfully, they did not have to wait long for the meeting to be over. Bishop Erkenwald and his priests exited the house not ten minutes after his arrival and Uhtred followed shortly after them. An annoyed expression adorned his face and he said nothing as he gestured towards the stable. No comment was made about their impending mission as they readied the horses and when they were done, they set off.

For a while they just rode observing the lands passively for signs of any Danes. There were none and they started to relax after a while. Though their gaze was still vigilant, they relaxed some and began to banter among themselves.

“Did you know Haesten?” Osferth asked, the question directed at Tove.

She rode to the left of Sihtric while Osferth was slightly ahead of them on the right, so he spoke over his shoulder. A little frown turned down the corners of Tove’s lips. The question was innocent and Osferth did not notice the slight discomfort it caused her.

“Of course, I knew him,” she said shifting somewhat in her saddle. “But Njal did not like him much so we did not associate with his crews frequently.”

The former monk’s expression showed surprise at her words. His impression seemed to have been that they all got along swimmingly when they were working together which could not have been further from the truth. Danes were ever quarrelsome even amongst themselves and squabbles frequently broke out. Such squabbles were exacerbated by people like Haesten who seemed to bring trouble wherever he went and the men he kept in his service were not wholly of the honorable sort.

“Our Lord hates him,” Sihtric supplied. “Haesten swore an oath to him once...but he broke it.”

Uhtred must have heard their conversation because he also turned in his saddle.

“I saved that piece of gristle’s life, he swore himself to me in thanks, and then he fled,” Uhtred spat. “He is an honorless swine.”

It was Tove’s expression that colored with surprise then.

“And you did not kill him?” She asked.

“Haven’t had the chance, but I will. Someday,” Uhtred answered.

“As you should Lord. To break an oath is a most grievous affront to the Gods,” agreed Tove.

Uhtred gave her a rueful smile but nodded his own agreement.

“We’ll cut out his lying tongue and string ‘im up from a tree Lord. Let the ravens peck out his eyes,” Finan said jovially.

“But not unless the King allows it,” Osferth said.

“Not unless the King allows it,” Uhtred echoed though his tone was starkly different than Osferth’s matter of fact one.

As the topic of conversation turned lighter time seemed to pass quickly and before anyone knew it, they were returning for the city. With the horses stabled most everyone was headed in the direction of the tavern for a few drinks before bed. Instead of following the group, Tove chose to peel off in the direction of her home and bed. She was about to round the corner when a voice called out to her.

“Where’re you goin’?” asked the speaker.

She turned to see Rypere a few paces off with a slight lopsided grin on his face. Unable to stop herself, Tove exhaled a soft sigh. It was not that she disliked Rypere. He was kind, fairly handsome, and quite close to her in age at only twenty or so. It was only that the young Dane had no current desire for romance.

“Home,” she said shortly though her tone was polite as ever.

“You’ll not come drink with us tonight? Soon there will not be much time for leisure I expect,” Rypere pointed out, his eyes flicking over her as they often did.

Tove glanced over Rypere’s shoulder at the rest of the men. Most of them were laughing raucously and telling jokes already as they walked. Sihtric and Osferth were in some debate already. Finan, who lagged a little behind the group met her gaze with a raised brow.

“I will not,” she said, quickly looking away from Finan to focus back on Rypere. “I’d like to get some rest.”

There was a moment where Rypere looked like he wanted to attempt persuading her, but just as he opened his mouth to do so he seemed to think better of it. He offered a tight smile instead and nodded. 

“I hope you rest well then, Tove,” he said and then was off.

Idly she watched Rypere’s retreating back as he headed off to join the other soldiers. A thought that perhaps this time he had taken her rejection to heart flitted through her mind. Then her eyes fell again upon Finan as if somehow he had drawn them to him. A smirk played at his lips, he winked at her. Tove shook her head at the incorigable Irishman and turned for home. 

[the-bookworm-chronicles]

“new normal”

On March 9, 2020, Phil Murphy announced a state of emergency, and I transformed staying home and watching TV from a hobby into a full-time occupation. Since then I have watched dozens of hours of not just Netflix but a variety of on-screen content. But only Netflix has a clear list. 

So, I am going to review the best/worst/most interesting movies I’ve been watching on a possibly weekly basis for your enjoyment! You may be wondering, why just movies, why not shows? Well, you will see that I watch kind of a lot, and I had to draw the line somewhere, especially since I rewatch show episodes over and over. But I will throw shout-outs to Anne With An E, Alias Grace, Kim’s Convience, Self-Made, End of the F***ing World, and Never Have I Ever as the shows I remember getting up-to-date on over the past couple months.

So anyway, the fun thing about movies I watch is that I choose them for really arbitrary reasons, and a lot of times I get to the end like why did I watch that? But sometimes I’m like thank you Netflix for bugging me until I watched it even though I didn’t think I would enjoy. Here’s what I’m going to pick from

March (FORTY-SEVEN MOVIES can you believe):

The Danish Girl

The Theory of Everything

My Week with Marilyn

The First Wives Club

Limitless

The Croods

The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society

What’s Eating Gilbert Grape

Always Be My Maybe

Mute

Nappily Ever After

Burlesque

The Ballad of Buster Scruggs

Philadelphia

Outbreak

John Carter

Joseph: King of Dreams

Julie & Julia

Saving Mr. Banks

Chappaquiddick

Open Season

Super Dark Times

Barry

Death at a Funeral

The Platform

Valentine’s Day

The Rainmaker

Rounders

Christopher Robin

The Other Guys

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse

Mowgli: Legend of the Jungle

Jerry Maguire

Olympus Has Fallen

The Hateful Eight

War Machine

The Siege of Jadotville

The Kindergarten Teacher

Extremely Wicked, Shockingly Evil, and Vile

My Girl

The Hundred-Foot Journey

Ex Machina

Race to Witch Mountain

Semi-Pro

Batman Begins

The Dark Knight

Kill Bill (1&2)

April (Down to 38, mostly because I got roped into watching this REALLY LONG series with my friend):

The Laundromat

The Irishman

The Fundamentals of Caring

Young Adult

Hell or High Water

Secret Obsession

The Players Club

The Boy Who Harnessed The Wind

Sleeping With Other People

Minority Report

All the Bright Places

True Grit

Miss Americana

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon

Hancock

Bad Boys

Miracle

Taxi Driver

Murder Mystery

Steve Jobs

Obvious Child

Frances Ha

Spring Breakers

The Incredible Jessica James

Get Him to the Greek

Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle

War Horse

Dolemite is My Name

Pan’s Labrynth

Nacho Libre

Don’t Think Twice

Cadillac Records

The Breaker Upperers

The Adventures of Tintin

The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

The Place Beyond the Pines

Deadline: Sirf 24 Ghante

The Dirty Dozen

Blade Runner? Kind of? Netflix removed it from their catalog before I finished but I WANTED TO FINISH!

May (38 again, with a shout-out to the show Crashing for being a mini-series the length of a movie, and Avatar for being the greatest thing to grace any screen anywhere):

Good Time

The Willoughbys

Molly’s Game

As Good As It Gets

Salt

Promised Land

Mary Poppins Returns

Road to Perdition

Tootsie

Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy

The Half of It

Fun With Dick and Jane

Ace Ventura: Pet Detective

For Love or Money

Mud

There Will Be Blood

Spenser Confidential

The Money Pit

Mystic River

Coffee & Kareem

The Score

Swiss Army Man

Menashe

Mudbound

The Last Thing He Wanted

The King

The Two Popes

Turbo

First They Killed My Father

Babel

Knock Down The House

Mirror Mirror

Becoming

The Iron Lady

The Last Samurai

Beasts of No Nation

The Florida Project

Okja

June (Only 17, but shows of the month was The Assassination of Gianni Versace, Jeffrey Epstein, The Politician, 13 Reasons Why, and Hollywood—quite a few!):

Roma

The Sapphires

Casper

Uncut Gems

Malcolm X

The Perks of Being a Wallflower

The Lincoln Lawyer

The Lovebirds

Jersey Boys

The Longshots

First Match

Roxanna Roxanne

The Spiderwick Chronicles

Extraction

Trumbo

See You Yesterday

Juwanna Mann

[dweemeister]

A list of all films featured in 2019′s 31 Days of Oscar

This is the exhaustive list of all 388 short- and feature-length films featured during this year’s 31 Days of Oscar marathon (up from 296 last year). Best Picture winners and the one (and only) winner for Unique and Artistic Production are in bold. Asterisked (*) films are films I haven’t seen in their entirety as of the publishing of this post.

Sunrise: A Song of Two Humans (1927)

Two Arabian Knights (1927)*

The Crowd (1928)

Sadie Thompson (1928)*

Speedy (1928)

Street Angel (1928)

A Woman of Affairs (1928)

White Shadows in the South Seas (1928)*

The Broadway Melody (1929)

The Divine Lady (1929)*

Weary River (1929)*

All Quiet on the Western Front (1930)

The Big House (1930)

The Doorway to Hell (1930)*

Flight Commander (1930)*

The Criminal Code (1931)*

Little Caesar (1931)

The Public Enemy (1931)

Flowers and Trees (1932 short)

Grand Hotel (1932)

What Price Hollywood? (1932)*

42nd Street (1933)

Gold Diggers of 1933 (1933)

Morning Glory (1933)*

The Private Life of Henry VIII (1933)*

Cleopatra (1934)*

Imitation of Life (1934)

It Happened One Night (1934)

Manhattan Melodrama (1934)*

The Thin Man (1934)

Alice Adams (1935)*

Captain Blood (1935)

A Midsummer Night’s Dream (1935)*

Top Hat (1935)

Dodsworth (1936)

Fury (1936)*

The Great Ziegfeld (1936)

Libeled Lady (1936)

Mr. Deeds Goes to Town (1936)

Captains Courageous (1937)

Night Must Fall (1937)*

The Prisoner of Zenda (1937)

A Star Is Born (1937)

Way Out West (1937)*

The Adventures of Robin Hood (1938)

Boys Town (1938)

Merrily We Live (1938)*

Pygmalion (1938)

You Can’t Take It with You (1938)

Beau Geste (1939)

Dark Victory (1939)

Gone with the Wind (1939)

Goodbye, Mr. Chips (1939)

Gulliver’s Travels (1939)

Lady of the Tropics (1939)*

Mr. Smith Goes to Washington (1939)

Ninotchka (1939)

Only Angels Have Wings (1939)*

Stagecoach (1939)

The Wizard of Oz (1939)

Wuthering Heights (1939)*

Young Mr. Lincoln (1939)

The Great McGinty (1940)

The Mark of Zorro (1940)

Night Train to Munich (1940)*

Our Town (1940)

The Philadelphia Story (1940)

Rebecca (1940)

Strike Up the Band (1940)

The Thief of Bagdad (1940)

Waterloo Bridge (1940)

Dumbo (1941)

Here Comes Mr. Jordan (1941)

Suspicion (1941)

Bambi (1942)

Casablanca (1942)

Johnny Eager (1942)*

Kings Row (1942)*

The Magnificent Ambersons (1942)

Mrs. Miniver (1942)

Now, Voyager (1942)

Random Harvest (1942)

To Be or Not to Be (1942)

Yankee Doodle Dandy (1942)

The Desert Song (1943)*

The Human Comedy (1943)*

Lassie Come Home (1943)

The Ox-Bow Incident (1943)

The Song of Bernadette (1943)

Henry V (1944)*

Lifeboat (1944)

National Velvet (1944)

Anchors Aweigh (1945)

Blithe Spirit (1945)*

Brief Encounter (1945)

The Lost Weekend (1945)

They Were Expendable (1945)*

The Best Years of Our Lives (1946)

The Harvey Girls (1946)

It’s a Wonderful Life (1946)

The Stranger (1946)*

First Steps (1947)*

Forever Amber (1947)*

Life with Father (1947)*

The Perils of Pauline (1947)*

Bicycle Thieves (1948, Italy)

Hamlet (1948)

The Naked City (1948)

The Red Shoes (1948)

I Remember Mama (1948)

Romance on the High Seas (1948)*

Adam’s Rib (1949)*

Battleground (1949)

The Heiress (1949)

A Letter to Three Wives (1949)*

Mighty Joe Young (1949)*

On the Town (1949)

She Wore a Yellow Ribbon (1949)

The Stratton Story (1949)*

The Third Man (1949)

White Heat (1949)

All About Eve (1950)

Broken Arrow (1950)*

Destination Moon (1950)*

Mystery Street (1950)*

Rashômon (1950, Japan)

An American in Paris (1951)

Royal Wedding (1951)

Show Boat (1951)*

Strangers on a Train (1951)

High Noon (1952)

The Quiet Man (1952)

Umberto D. (1952, Italy)

The Band Wagon (1953)

The 5,000 Fingers of Dr. T (1953)*

From Here to Eternity (1953)

Julius Caesar (1953)*

Lili (1953)

Little Fugitive (1953)*

Little Johnny Jet (1953 short)*

Titanic (1953)*

Brigadoon (1954)

La Strada (1954, Italy)

On the Waterfront (1954)

Seven Brides for Seven Brothers (1954)

Seven Samurai (1954, Japan)

A Star Is Born (1954)

Blackboard Jungle (1955)

It’s Always Fair Weather (1955)

Marty (1955)

Speedy Gonzales (1955 short)

To Catch a Thief (1955)

Around the World in 80 Days (1956)

The Bespoke Overcoat (1956 short)*

Forbidden Planet (1956)

Lust for Life (1956)

Somebody Up There Likes Me (1956)*

The Bridge on the River Kwai (1957)

Funny Face (1957)

Gunfight at the O.K. Corral (1957)

12 Angry Men (1957)

The Defiant Ones (1958)

Gigi (1958)

Mon Oncle (1958, France)

The Young Lions (1958)*

Ben-Hur (1959)

South Pacific (1958)

The 400 Blows (1959, France)

North by Northwest (1959)

Inherit the Wind (1960)

Macario (1960, Mexico)*

The Time Machine (1960)

Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961)

The Children’s Hour (1961)*

Judgment at Nuremberg (1961)

Through a Glass Darkly (1961, Sweden)*

West Side Story (1961)

Days of Wine and Roses (1962)

How the West Was Won (1962)

Lawrence of Arabia (1962)

The Longest Day (1962)

The Miracle Worker (1962)

To Kill a Mockingbird (1962)

What Ever Happened to Baby Jane? (1962)

Bye Bye Birdie (1963)

Charade (1963)

Cleopatra (1963)

The Leopard (1963, Italy)

Tom Jones (1963)*

Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow (1963, Italy)*

A Hard Day’s Night (1964)

Mary Poppins (1964)

My Fair Lady (1964)

The Pink Phink (1964 short)*

The Umbrellas of Cherbourg (1964, France)

Doctor Zhivago (1965)

A Patch of Blue (1965)*

The Sound of Music (1965)

The Battle of Algiers (1966, Algeria)

Fantastic Voyage (1966)

Grand Prix (1966)*

A Man for All Seasons (1966)

The Professionals (1966)

Bonnie and Clyde (1967)

The Dirty Dozen (1967)

Doctor Dolittle (1967)*

In the Heat of the Night (1967)

Two for the Road (1967)*

Bullitt (1968)*

Funny Girl (1968)

The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter (1968)*

The Lion in Winter (1968)*

Oliver! (1968)

It’s Tough to Be a Bird (1969 short)*

The Magic Machines (1969 short)*

Marooned (1969)*

Midnight Cowboy (1969)*

The Great White Hope (1970)*

I Girasoli (1970, Italy)*

Investigation of a Citizen Above Suspicion (1970, Italy)*

Patton (1970)

Tora! Tora! Tora! (1970)

Fiddler on the Roof (1971)

The French Connection (1971)

The Last Picture Show (1971)*

The Godfather (1972)

Sounder (1972)

Travels with My Aunt (1972)*

The Day of the Dolphin (1973)*

The Way We Were (1973)*

Blazing Saddles (1974)

Nashville (1975)

Harlan County U.S.A. (1976)

Network (1976)

The Slipper and the Rose (1976)

Taxi Driver (1976)

Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977)

Smokey and the Bandit (1977)

California Suite (1978)*

Superman (1978)

The Black Hole (1979)

The Black Stallion (1979)

Kramer vs. Kramer (1979)

A Little Romance (1979)

Every Child (1979 short)

Star Trek: The Motion Picture (1979)

Atlantic City (1980)*

Kagemusha (1980, Japan)

Das Boot (1981, Germany)

Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981)

Annie (1982)

Tron (1982)

Victor/Victoria (1982)*

Blue Thunder (1983)*

Amadeus (1984)

Dune (1984)*

The Times of Harvey Milk (1984)

Agnes of God (1985)*

Back to the Future (1985)

Legend (1985)*

My Life as a Dog (1985, Sweden)

Silverado (1985)*

Hoosiers (1986)

Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home (1986)

Au revoir les enfants (1987, France)

The Last Emperor (1987)

The Princess Bride (1987)

The Untouchables (1987)*

Stand and Deliver (1988)

Willow (1988)*

Do the Right Thing (1989)

For All Mankind (1989)

Glory (1989)

Henry V (1989)

When Harry Met Sally… (1989)*

Dances with Wolves (1990)

Misery (1990)*

Beauty and the Beast (1991)

The Prince of Tides (1991)*

Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country (1991)

Terminator 2: Judgment Day (1991)

A River Runs Through It (1992)

Toys (1992)*

Unforgiven (1992)

The Age of Innocence (1993)*

Philadelphia (1993)*

The Remains of the Day (1993)

Schindler’s List (1993)

Legends of the Fall (1994)

Three Colors: Red (1994, France/Poland)

Mr. Holland’s Opus (1995)

Hamlet (1996)

Sleepers (1996)*

Star Trek: First Contact (1996)

Children of Heaven (1997, Iran)

Four Days in September (1997, Brazil)*

Titanic (1997)

Saving Private Ryan (1998)

The Sixth Sense (1999)*

South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut (1999)

Toy Story 2 (1999)

Erin Brokovich (2000)*

O Brother, Where Art Thou? (2000)*

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone (2001)

The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001)

Monsters Inc. (2001)

Y Tu Mamá También (2001, Mexico)*

Chicago (2002)

Big Fish (2003)*

I, Robot (2004)*

The Phantom of the Opera (2004)

Walk the Line (2005)*

The Danish Poet (2006)*

Little Miss Sunshine (2006)

Pan’s Labyrinth (2006, Mexico)

Persepolis (2007, France/Iran)

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button (2008)*

The Dark Knight (2008)

Frost/Nixon (2008)*

Man on Wire (2008)*

Milk (2008)*

The Reader (2008)*

Slumdog Millionaire (2008)

The Wrestler (2008)*

The Secret in Their Eyes (2009, Argentina)*

Biutiful (2010, Mexico)*

How to Train Your Dragon (2010)

The Artist (2011, France)

Hugo (2011)

A Separation (2011, Iran)

The Act of Killing (2012, Indonesia/Norway/Denmark)*

Frankenweenie (2012)*

Life of Pi (2012)

Lincoln (2012)

Skyfall (2012)

Ida (2013, Poland)

Inside Llewyn Davis (2013)

12 Years a Slave (2013)

American Sniper (2014)

Interstellar (2014)

Song of the Sea (2014)

Creed (2015)

Mad Max: Fury Road (2015)

The Revenant (2015)

Spotlight (2015)

We Can’t Live Without Cosmos (2015 short, Russia)

World of Tomorrow (2015 short)

Ennemis intérieurs (2016 short, France)

Fences (2016)

Moonlight (2016)

My Life as a Zucchini (2016, Switzerland)

Pearl (2016 short)

Baby Driver (2017)*

Dunkirk (2017)

Loving Vincent (2017)

The Shape of Water (2017)

At Eternity’s Gate (2018)*

The Ballad of Buster Scruggs (2018)

Cold War (2018, Poland)

Hale County This Morning, This Evening (2018)*

Mary Poppins Returns (2018)

Shoplifters (2018, Japan)

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse (2018)

The eight nominees for Best Picture, including the winner, Green Book (2018)

The fifteen nominees for the short film categories (2018)

[yasbxxgie]

Jazz as Communication

by Langston Hughes

You can start anywhere—Jazz as Communication—since it’s a circle, and you yourself are the dot in the middle. You, me. For example, I’ll start with the Blues. I’m not a Southerner. I never worked on a levee. I hardly ever saw a cotton field except from the highway. But women behave the same on Park Avenue as they do on a levee: when you’ve got hold of one part of them the other part escapes you. That’s the Blues!

Life is as hard on Broadway as it is in Blues-originating-land. The Brill Building Blues is just as hungry as the Mississippi Levee Blues. One communicates to the other, brother! Somebody is going to rise up and tell me that nothing that comes out of Tin Pan Alley is jazz. I disagree. Commercial, yes. But so was Storeyville, so was Basin Street. What do you think Tony Jackson and Jelly Roll Morton and King Oliver and Louis Armstrong were playing for?(1) Peanuts? No, money, even in Dixieland. They were communicating for money. For fun, too—because they had fun. But the money helped the fun along.

Now; To skip a half century, somebody is going to rise up and tell me Rock and Roll isn’t jazz. First, two or three years ago, there were all these songs about too young to know—but. . . . The songs are right. You’re never too young to know how bad it is to love and not have love come back to you. That’s as basic as the Blues. And that’s what Rock and Roll is—teenage Heartbreak Hotel—the old songs reduced to the lowest common denominator. The music goes way back to Blind Lemon and Leadbelly—Georgia Tom merging into the Gospel Songs—­Ma Rainey, and the most primitive of the Blues.(2) It borrows their gut-bucket heartache. It goes back to the jubilees and stepped-up Spiri­tuals—Sister Tharpe—and borrows their I’m-gonna-be-happy-anyhow-in-spite-of-this-world kind of hope. It goes back further and borrows the steady beat of the drums of Congo Square—that going-on beat­—and the Marching Bands’ loud and blatant yes!! Rock and Roll puts them all together and makes a music so basic it’s like the meat cleaver the butcher uses—before the cook uses the knife—before you use the sterling silver at the table on the meat that by then has been rolled up into a commercial filet mignon.

A few more years and Rock and Roll will no doubt be washed back half forgotten into the sea of jazz. Jazz is a great big sea. It washes up all kinds of fish and shells and spume and waves with a steady old beat, or off-beat. And Louis must be getting old if he thinks J. J. and Kai—and even Elvis—didn’t come out of the same sea he came out of, too. Some water has chlorine in it and some doesn’t. There’re all kinds of water. There’s salt water and Saratoga water and Vichy water, Quinine water and Pluto water—and Newport rain. And it’s all water. Throw it all in the sea, and the sea’ll keep on rolling along toward shore and crashing and booming back into itself again. The sun pulls the moon. The moon pulls the sea. They also pull jazz and me. Beyond Kai to Count to Lonnie to Texas Red, beyond June to Sarah to Billy to Bessie to Ma Rainey. And the Most is the It—the all of it.(3)

Jazz seeps into words—spelled out words. Nelson Algren is influenced by jazz. Ralph Ellison is, too. Sartre, too. Jacques Prévert. Most of the best writers today are. Look at the end of the Ballad of the Sad Cafe. Me as the public, my dot in the middle—it was fifty years ago, the first time I heard the Blues on Independence Avenue in Kansas City. Then State Street in Chicago. Then Harlem in the twenties with J. P. and J. C. Johnson and Fats and Willie the Lion and Nappy playing piano—with the Blues running all up and down the keyboard through the ragtime and the jazz.(4) House rent party cards. I wrote The Weary Blues:

Downing a drowsy syncopated tune . . . . . . etc. . . . .

Shuffle Along was running then—the Sissle and Blake tunes. A little later Runnin’ Wild and the Charleston and Fletcher and Duke and Cab. Jimmie Lunceford, Chick Webb, and Ella. Tiny Parham in Chicago. And at the end of the Depression times, what I heard at Minton’s. A young music—coming out of young people. Billy—the male and female of them—both the Eckstein and the Holiday—and Dizzy and Tad and the Monk.(5) Some of it came out in poems of mine in Montage of a Dream Deferred later. Jazz again putting itself into words.

But I wasn’t the only one putting jazz into words. Better poets of the heart of jazz beat me to it. W. C. Handy a long time before. Benton Overstreet. Mule Bradford. Then Buddy DeSilva on the pop level. Ira Gershwin. By and by Dorothy Baker in the novel—to name only the most obvious—the ones with labels. I mean the ones you can spell out easy with a-b-c’s—the word mongers—outside the music. But always the ones of the music were the best—Charlie Christian, for example, Bix, Louis, Joe Sullivan, Count.(6)

Now, to wind it all up, with you in the middle—jazz is only what you yourself get out of it. Louis’s famous quote—or misquote probably­—“Lady, if you have to ask what it is, you’ll never know.” Well, I wouldn’t be so positive. The lady just might know—without being able to let loose the cry—to follow through—to light up before the fuse blows out. To me jazz is a montage of a dream deferred. A great big dream—yet to come—and always yet—to become ultimately and finally true. Maybe in the next seminar—for Saturday—Nat Hentoff and Billy Strayhorn and Tony Scott and the others on that panel will tell us about it—when they take up “The Future of Jazz.” The Bird was looking for that future like mad. The Newborns, Chico, Dave, Gulda, Milt, Charlie Mingus.(7) That future is what you call pregnant. Potential papas and mamas of tomor­row’s jazz are all known. But THE papa and THE mama—maybe both—are anonymous. But the child will communicate. Jazz is a heartbeat—­its heartbeat is yours. You will tell me about its perspectives when you get ready.

NOTES

(1) Tony Jackson (1876-1921), American ragtime pianist and blues singer; Ferdinand Joseph “Jelly Roll” Morton (1885-1941) began playing piano in New Orleans’ Storyville at the age of seventeen and was regarded by many as the first great jazz composer; Joseph “King” Oliver (1885-1938), popular ragtime performer with roots in New Orleans.

(2) Blind Lemon Jefferson (1897-1929), early American pioneer of the blues; Thomas “Georgia Tom” Dorsey (1899-1993), African American blues singer, gospel songwriter, and pianist.

(3) James Louis “J. J.” Johnson (1924- ), an American trombonist and composer, and Kai Winding (1922-1983), a Danish American trombonist, formed the popular group Jay and Kai in 1954; Lonnie Johnson (1889-1970), American guitarist and jazz singer.

(4) Jacques Prévert (1900-1977), French poet; James Price “J. P.” Johnson (1894-1955), American ragtime and blues pianist and composer; J. C. Johnson (1896-1981), jazz pianist and songwriter; Willie Hilton Napoleon “Nappy” Lamare (1907-1988), American guitarist, banjoist, composer, and singer.

(5) Chick Webb (1909-1939), American drummer and bandleader; Hartzell Strathdene “Tiny” Parham (1900-1943), Canadian American pianist, organist, and bandleader; John Birks “Dizzy” Gillespie (1917-1993), American trumpeter and bandleader; Thelonius Monk (1917-1982), American jazz pianist and composer.

(6) W. Benton Overstreet, American songwriter; Perry “Mule” Bradford (1893-1970), American pianist, songwriter, singer, and producer; Buddy DeSilva, American songwriter; Dorothy Baker (1907-1968), jazz writer best known for Young Man with a Horn, a novel about the life of Leon “Bix” Deiderbecke; Charlie Christian (1916-1942), American guitarist; Joe Sullivan (1906-1971), American pianist and composer.

(7) Nathan Irving “Nat” Hentoff (1925-), American writer and jazz historian; Billy Strayhorn (1915-1967), American composer, arranger, and pianist; Tony Scott (1921-), American clarinetist and saxophonist; Charlie “Bird” Parker (1920-1955), American alto saxophonist and one of the most influential soloists in jazz; Friedrich Gulda (1930-), Austrian pianist, flutist, baritone saxophonist, singer, and composer; Charles Mingus (1922-1979), American double bass player, pianist, composer, and bandleader.

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2020

Hello. I hope you and yours are well. As is tradition, below are my selections for albums and songs of the year. As I have yet to receive a reply from you, dear reader, sincerely asking to unsubscribe, you are therefore the proud recipient of the list once more! I’ve altered the format from 5 tracks each month because, as I suspect many of you did, I went into a nostalgic hole for large chunks of this year (for me this consisted of at least two months of nothing but Funkadelic, which does mean my personalised algorithm is now ace), but also when I looked back at when many of these tracks were released it was front heavy for the first half of the year – another body blow to the supposed “monthly” mailer. I even considered not writing my one-liners, but where is the fun in that? Furthermore, trying to keep the long list to 60 tracks in total (equivalent to 5 per month) proved overly frustrating, so I’ve included some extras, especially as this year felt 13 month long. Notwithstanding said excuses, enough preamble, on with the list! Let me know what you think and do send me your own selections. Lots of love xx TOP 10s TOP 10 ALBUMS Baxter Dury – The Night Chancers Mildlife – Automatic SAULT – Untitled (Black Is) Alice Boman – Dream On Kanaan – Odense Sessions Lightning Orchestra – Source And Deliver Yves Tumor – Heaven To A Tortured Mind The Strokes – The New Abnormal Woods – Strange to Explain Erland Cooper – Hether Blether TOP 10 TRACKS Malena Zavala – En la Noche Caribou – You & I Yves Tumor – Kerosene! Puscifer – Apocalyptical Mildlife – Automatic King Hannah – Meal Deal SAULT – Wildfires // Bow [yes, there are two tracks there] Kanaan – Urgent Excursions To the Tundrasphere Frazey Ford – Golden Jessie Ware – What’s Your Pleasure? NEW MUSIC ‘MONTHLY’ MAILER Spotify Link Here Holy Fuck – Near Mint What better way to kick off a retrospective look at 2020 than with ‘Holy Fuck’ Alice Boman – It’s OK, It’s Alright Really love this album and this pick is a real downer, spectral and haunting but also touching Smoke Fairies – Out Of The Woods Jessica and Katherine still delivering a decade on, the chorus guitar riff is tops Nicolas Godin – The Border Air’s Nicolas Godin doing his best detached friendly robot, mais bien sur Moses Boyd – BTB Vibrant, propulsive, energetic, gotta move! The Men – Wading In Dirty Water Avid readers will know I’m a fan of these guys and this one rides a familiar Crazy Horse choogle Tame Impala – Breathe Deeper Funky bass, piano flourishes, solid synths, all groove Kanaan – Urgent Excursions To the Tundrasphere Ok, here it is, there’s always going to be at least one – this is the 14 min space rock jam – skip/enjoy! Frazey Ford – Golden This production is right up my street, soulful vocals swoop around tight rhythm section and hammond keys, an analogue dream Caribou – You and I From the analogue to a digital master, man this beat is catchy Pulled By Magnets – Cold Regime People Die File this under terrifying experimental jazz Jonathan Wilson – Riding The Blinds JW doing that 6/8 minor ballad thang Baxter Dury – Say Nothing Another album I loved this year and could have picked any number of tracks, so here’s a quote from Baxter: “My craft and in a sense a certain style has been perfected and it’s easy… I don’t have to do it again basically. I don’t want to hear another man talking over an orchestral background.” Ha! U.S. Girls – 4 American Dollars Slick funky, soulful, classic strings, building into a brilliant outro with great lyrics Deeper – Lake Song Detached vibe ala Joy Division / The Cure done through a Pavement lens with serious downer lyrics Pretty Lightning – Voo Doo Boo Swampy dirge guitar grooves Tamikrest – Anha Achal Wad Namda Another mailer favourite, Touareg guitar wizards Tony Allen, Hugh Masekela – Never (Lagos Never Gonna Be the Same) Master drummer who sadly passed away earlier this year just after this release, and two years after master trumpeter Masekela’s own passing, this track is a buzzing tribute to Fela Myrkur – House Carpenter Danish black metaller does Scandinavian folk: bright and beautiful Sufjan Stevens, Lowell Brams – The Runaround A weird album, even by Sufjan standards, but I found these electronic ambient sounds strangely comforting R.A.P. Ferreira – ABSOLUTES Rhythm & poetry The Weeknd – Blinding Lights What can I add to the smash of 2020? Catchy af Porridge Radio – Long Indie banger, with a decidedly angry, bitter, playful lyrics Cleo Sol – Her Light If online research is to be believed Cleo is part of the collective in SAULT with producer Inflo, but this album is standalone brilliance without knowing that, this is pure vintage soul vibes Malena Zavala – En la Noche I returned to this track more than any other this year, the rhythm, the vocals, the melody, the production, even if I have to use google translate to fully understand the lyrics Tom Misch, Yussef Dayes – Lift Off Molten guitar, groovy arrangements, and plenty of business from Dayes Yves Tumor – Kerosene! An absolute belter, amazing vocals, groove and crescendo perfection Warm Digits, The Orielles – Shake The Wheels Off (feat. The Orielles) Immediate synth pop, indie dancefloor (with some solid cowbell) EOB – Brasil First solo venture for Ed, acoustic folk gives way to rumbling bass banger, would very much like to experience this in a field Other Lives – Hey Hey I Grand rocking orchestral aural assault with hints of Morricone Elephant Tree – Sails Fulfilling the heavy dirge quota, that hit at 2:33 is a proper head in the speakers moment The Strokes – Why Are Sundays So Depressing This album snuck up on me, and then I found myself listening to it non-stop, this track such an ear worm Houses of Heaven – In Soft Confusion I think the right descriptor is darkwave – insistent drum machine, reverb soaked vocals, industrial production, gloomy pop hooks Joel Sarakula – Don’t Give Up on Me Operating in a dangerous space between homage and pastiche, groove and parody, this is smooth easy yacht rock Donny Benét – Second Dinner Following hot on the heels of pastiche, this time with tongue firmly in cheek, The Don and his 80s reverence lolz Perfume Genius – Whole Life Completely arresting, the lyrics an absolute gut punch, yet still gorgeous Jake Blount – Beyond This Wall From the press release, this album “features fourteen carefully chosen tracks drawn from Blount’s extensive research of Black and Indigenous mountain music. The result is an unprecedented testament to the voices paradoxically obscured yet profoundly ingrained into the Appalachian tradition” – this contemporary instrumental is a superb banjo and fiddle tune Holy Hive – Broom Formed by the drummer from the Dap Tones and inspired by being on tour with Lee Fields, this gentle soul, complete with tremolo guitar and horns, really floats Woods – Where Do You Go When You Dream A welcome return to form, this mellotron infused number is beautifully catchy Erland Cooper – Linga Holm Dramatic piano and strings from an altogether wild and wonderful album Mystery Jets – Screwdriver Loud / quiet dynamic, bombastic riffs, seething verses, the Jets turn it up to eleven to fight with love Jehnny Beth – Flower Another track where hushed verses give way to chorus explosions, serious tension and intensity Hinds – Good Bad Times Love that thudding bass drum, big stomping pop Norah Jones – Were You Watching? Smooth but haunting, with added Celtic flavour Braids – Young Buck Bleeps and bloops, melancholic poppy vocals, and the damnedest catchiest chorus Jessie Ware – What’s Your Pleasure? Is it getting hot in here? No further questions LA Priest – What Moves Quirky strutting electro, sleek yet squelchy SAULT – Wildfires + SAULT, Michael Kiwanuka – Bow Double billing because I couldn’t make a choice (plus when I realised the rhythms flow perfectly into one another it’s like it’s one song) Run The Jewels – a few words for the firing squad (radiation) Again, difficult to choose which track on this album; this is pure fire with sax and all GUM – The Thrill Of Doing It Right Turn this feel good banger up! Such a big hit when the horns drop at the start The Vacant Lots - Fracture Catchy, icy, synths (and Desert Sands label mates by the by) A.A. Williams – Melt Enchanting slow-burning, stirring post-rock, with a wonderful, soaring crescendo Lightning Orchestra – For Those Who Are Yet To Be Born A late discovery, but immediately catapulted to the top, self-described “psychedelic booty-shake” Kamaal Williams – Save Me Almost chose ‘Pigalle’ but the tight push drumming on this won out, hard funky jazz stylings of the Herbie variety Victoria Monét – Dive Lavish and groovy, and as Monét puts it: “They say most humans are about 60% water, but I believe women must be 69% so dive in baby." Secret Machines – Talos’ Corpse Genuinely so happy to see Brandon and Josh back and still with the big sounds All Them Witches – Enemy of My Enemy Relentlessly heavy, all the chops and described by one reviewer as the love child of TOOL, Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath and Kyuss; I love this band Fenne Lily – Birthday Beautiful and bruised Mildlife – Automatic Another new discovery, in the pocket cosmic goodness and much as it pains me to quote from NME I can’t think of a better description than ‘Mobius strip funk’ Puscifer – Apocalyptical Maynard in the video for this track is an indelible image; massive swaggering Intruder-esque drums, angular menacing guitars, Carina’s ethereal edgy vocals, Maynard’s gritted teeth whispers, and apposite apocalyptical lyrics Matt Berninger – Loved So Little Confessional moody acoustic conjuring up Western-esque vistas Goldensuns – Denandra Moore Californian sun-drenched lo-fi groove, for fans of Conan Mockasin and Night Moves Frankie and the Witch Fingers – Cavehead F*cking excellent west coast garage psych melange and the B,D,E ascend at 3:10 is nod central King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard – The Hungry Wolf Of Fate Genre bending brilliance once again from down under, this cut a heavy, doomy Sabbath assault King Hannah – Meal Deal Ominous drone opens into an acoustic tale of buying a flat with a spider in the bath, Hannah’s sinister smoky sultry vocals draw you in, before some menacing low frequency dirge guitar and drums kick in at 1:30… By this point on first listen I was already hooked, but then comes a great walloping Angel Olsen ‘Sister’ style crescendo, a glorious find at the end of the year (props to Manuel) HONOURABLE MENTIONS Elephant Stone – I See You Sam Lee, Elizabeth Frazer – The Moon Shines Bright Priscilla Ermel – Martim Pescador Rheinzand – Blind Dogleg – Fox The Flaming Lips, Deap Lips – Home Thru Hell The Heliocentrics – Hanging By A Thread Midwife – 2018 Chicano Batman – Color My life Trace Mountains – Rock & Roll Peach Pit – Shampoo Bottles Buscabulla – Vámono Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever – Cars In Space Jess Williamson – Wind on Tin Thiago Nassif, Arto Lindsay – Plástico The Vacant Lots – Endless Rain Nubya Garcia – Stand With Each Other (Feat. Ms MAURICE, Cassie Kinoshi, & Richie Seivwright) Juanita Stein – L.O.T.F. Carlton Melton – Waylay Paul McCartney – Long Tailed Winter Bird

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          Send 📖 for my muse to tell yours their favorite story!  

Mar looked confused over to the Lady Proudmoore, so dumbfounded by the request that whatever she wanted to answer was stuck in her throat. Around them the library snoozed in a late evening, gently, silently, quietly. The Halforc had heard many stories but at this moment, at this place, while Dust glittered in the dull candlelight like crystals, all she could think of was her fostress Hedwig Iesenhart who had held the girl Mar had been on her lap, whenever the girl had had too much headaches to sleep for her orcish teeth were to big for her humanish jaws. She had sat there crying, cheeks wet of tears, her small face burried in Hedwigs chest, cradled  like a infant in Hedwigs arms as the older woman hummed a song- and a story in the Notes!- in the silence of the late night with only a candle beside them, while around them the other people of the household slept unknowingly about Hedwig and Margvis beeing awake. Hestiating Mar looked at the older woman, her ears pinned back like a uncertaine animal. Then, slowly, she leaned forward, her voice quiet and small and carefully as she haltingly sung the song Hedwig had sung for her all those Nights when Mar had had been in too much pain to sleep:

“  Once was a Prince and a Princessthat loved one another so dear,each other they could not possess,too deep was the water clear. “Oh dear heart, can you not swim here,my darling swim over to me,I will light two candles, have no fear,By their light the way you’ll see.“An evil fairy heard their planning,pretending to be sound asleep,she blew out the candles, damningThe Prince to drown in the deep.It was on a Sunday morning,the people were happy and gay,except for the Princess, mourning,With tears in red eyes, this day.“Oh mother, my dearest mother,my head feels as were split in two;I’d like to stroll somewhere other,Perhaps by the water blue.”The mother alone went to church,the daughter to the shore did run,she walked so long til her searchFor a fisherman was done.“Oh fisherman, dear fisherman,would you like to earn a great prize?Your net in the water today canFish me a Prince where he lies.”He threw the net in the water,to the bottom so deep it sank,he fished long for the King’s daughter,Then brought the Prince to the bank.The fisher’d fished for a long time,before the dead Prince he’d found.“Now look here, my dear maiden fine,Here’s your Prince in my net bound.”Her two arms cradled the body,and she kissed his cold lips so pale,“oh lips could you but speak to meAgain my heart would be hale.” Her robe around herself she wound,and then leaped into the deep sea.“Dear father, mother, I have foundMy grave that you shall never see.”The bells they tolled throughout the land,of woe and want were heard loud cries,two Kings’ children lay close at hand,Both never again to rise.   “

The last note hushed away hasty in the shadows beneath the candle, between old books and older shelfs. Mar rashly sat up and cleared her throat, her cheeks as black as ink. “Its a ballade, Milady.”, she said and the words almost disappeared behind a second clearing of her throat: “I always liked the story the Lyrics tell….”And more I had loved how Hedwig had sung it for me. The Halforc hasty pushed the thought at the farest corner of her mind.

@lady-proudmoore

  (German and Danish version mixed: ”Es waren zwei Königs Kinder”)

[erickmalpicaflores]

Erik Malpica Flores Erik Malpica Flores recommends: What is Coming to Netflix in November 2018 |

Chris Pine stars as Robert the Bruce in the orignial Netflix film OUTLAW KING, which is coming to the streaming service in November 2018. Fans of HOUSE OF CARDS will also get to stream the sixth and final season of the show.

Related: What is coming to Netflix Canada in November 2018?

November 1

Angela’s Christmas – Netflix Original: A trip to church with her family on Christmas Eve gives young Angela an extraordinary idea. A heartwarming tale based on a story by Frank McCourt.

Bram Stoker’s Dracula

Bring It On: In It to Win It

Cape Fear

Children of Men

Close Encounters of the Third Kind

Cloverfield

Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo

Doctor Strange

Fair Game – Director’s Cut

Follow This: Part 3 – Netflix Original: BuzzFeed reporters research sexbots, superbug snipers and more in the third installment of this documentary series.

From Dusk Till Dawn

Good Will Hunting

Jet Li’s Fearless

Julie & Julia

Katt Williams: The Pimp Chronicles: Pt. 1

National Lampoon’s Animal House

Next Avengers: Heroes of Tomorrow

Planet Hulk

Scary Movie 2

Scary Movie 3

Sex and the City: The Movie

Sixteen Candles

Stink!

The English Patient

The Judgement – Netflix Original: After a traumatic incident at a party makes her a target of gossip and derision, a young college student tries to change her school’s toxic culture.

The Untold Tales of Armistead Maupin

The Water Horse: Legend of the Deep

Transcendence

Vaya

November 2

Brainchild – Netflix Original: From germs and emotions to social media and more, it’s the science of your world explained in a way that’s refreshingly relatable.

House of Cards: Season 6 – Netflix Original: With Frank out of the picture, Claire Underwood steps fully into her own as the first woman president, but faces formidable threats to her legacy.

ReMastered: Tricky Dick & The Man in Black – Netflix Original: This documentary chronicles Johnny Cash’s 1970 visit to the White House, where Cash’s shifting ideals clashed with Richard Nixon’s policies.

The Holiday Calendar – Netflix Film: A talented photographer stuck in a dead-end job inherits an antique Advent calendar that may be predicting the future — and pointing her toward love.

The Other Side of the Wind – Netflix Film: A completion and restoration of Orson Welles’s unfinished film, this satire follows the final days of a legendary director striving for a comeback.

They’ll Love Me When I’m Dead – Netflix Original: This engaging documentary explores Orson Welles’s unfinished film, “The Other Side of the Wind,” which he worked on for a decade before his death.

Trolls: The Beat Goes On!: Season 4 – Netflix Original: With her sunny attitude, Poppy leads her friends in rescuing Mr. Dinkles, supporting Guy Diamond’s new invention and teaching Smidge to be helpful.

November 3

Hoodwinked Too! Hood vs. Evil

November 4

Disney’s Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End

Patriot Act with Hasan Minhaj (Streaming Every Sunday, begins October 28) – Netflix Original: In this weekly show, Hasan Minhaj brings his unique comedic voice and storytelling skill to explore the larger trends shaping our fragmented world.

November 5

Homecoming: Season 1

John Leguizamo’s Latin History for Morons – Netflix Original: With a rapid-fire lesson in overlooked Latin history, Colombian-American actor John Leguizamo comes to Netflix with his one-man Broadway show John Leguizamo: Latin History For Morons. Examining 3,000 years of Latino history, Leguizamo charts everything from a satirical recap of Aztec and Incan history to stories of Latin patriots in the American Civil War, revealing how whitewashed history truly is. Latin History For Morons earned a 2018 Tony Award nomination for Best Play on Broadway.

November 7

November 8

November 9

Beat Bugs: Season 3 – Netflix Original: Music keeps the Beat Bugs going and points the way to problem-solving solutions in another season of fun and adventure.

La Reina del Flow – Netflix Original: Seventeen years after being wrongly imprisoned, a talented songwriter seeks justice against the men who caused her downfall and killed her family.

Medal of Honor – Netflix Original: This emotional docudrama tells the stories of Medal of Honor recipients from U.S. military operations in Iraq, Afghanistan, Vietnam and more.

Outlaw King – Netflix Film: This period drama follows Robert the Bruce’s battle to regain control after being made an outlaw by the King of England for taking the Scottish Crown.

Spirit Riding Free: Season 7 – Netflix Original: Seasons change, and so do Lucky’s adventures, whether she’s racing through the snow, outsmarting villains or soaring high in the sky!

Super Drags – Netflix Original: Three gay friends, working by day at a department store, lead double lives as crime-fighting superhero drag queens.

The Great British Baking Show: Collection 6 – Netflix Original: The mouth-watering contest returns to the big white tent with 12 new bakers and another season bursting with delicious surprises.

Treehouse Detectives: Season 2 – Netflix Original: Brother-and-sister detectives Toby and Teri are back on the case, helping others, being brave — and asking big questions about the world around them.

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Elf

In the woods you happen across a clearing full of strangely beautiful people. At first you think they may be human, but upon closer examination you discover that their features are too fair and perfect to have come from mortal man. You walk into the clearing to get a better look and introduce yourself, but happen to step inside a ring of mushrooms and flattened grass. Their expressions quickly turn from curiosity to wrathful anger.

Suddenly you begin to feel ill. You reach out to apologize and explain your actions, but they are already disappearing into the depths of the forest. It is too late. As punishment for your offense, you have been elf-shot.

What is an Elf?

An elf is a mythical creature that appears to be human in nature, but has magical powers and does not age (or at least ages very slowly). It appears that elves have their origins in Germanic lore, but they are also commonly found in other European folklore.

The elves are seen as a ‘luminous’ group of people who are known to have fair complexions far more perfect than even the most beautiful human features. They are sometimes known as ‘the white people.’ It is thought that this is either a reference to their pure morality or, perhaps as a reference to their beauty and pale features.

Elves were seen as both a point of fear and curiosity in early societies. They were often known to be sociable and even friendly to humans, but they were still greatly feared because of their temper. If they perceived a human to have harmed or offended them in any way, they were quick to retaliate with a punishment. Common punishments included illness, night terrors, and cruel tricks and attacks directed towards the victim. It is noted, however, that the elves did sometimes help cure sicknesses in some instances.

Elves and Birth

The elves are a curious legend indeed. Although they are thought to never age (or to live for hundreds of years depending on which storyline you follow), the elves were thought to need human assistance to bring their children into the world. This help was often thought to be needed from mid-wives who could safely deliver the children and from wet-nurses. While midwives have a pattern of being married to preachers, the wet-nurses were normally women who had recently given birth. This caused great fear in many early European households.

While both of these groups of women had something to fear from traveling to the Elven world, the wet-nurses were especially terrified of their fate. They were normally taken from their newborns and families to the Elven world to take care of the newborn Elf babies. While this doesn’t seem to be nefarious, it would have been frightening for any woman who was put in this situation. It was rumored that eating any food offered in the Elven world or taking any hospitality from them would keep a person from ever returning to the human world. It is unclear if these rules held to the wet-nurses – who obviously had to spend a prolonged period of time in their world, but the fear of being barred from returning to their families would have been enough to give them great fright.

It was also common for midwives to be called upon to help bring elven babies into the world. It is unknown why a midwife was needed, but it was common knowledge at the time that a human midwife was needed to deliver a elf child. Usually, a midwife who was married to a preacher was called upon to perform the necessary duties. It was important that the midwife who was called did not eat or drink while in the Elf world for the above reasons. Some stories say that the midwives (who usually had time to prepare unlike the kidnapped wet-nurses) would sometimes pack food and water to take with them so that they could keep themselves from becoming hungry. There are several tales of midwives being summoned that were widely accepted in their day.

Peter Rahm’s Wife is Summoned

A clergyman by the name of Peter Rahm was known to have told a tale of his wife being summoned to help a mythical being give birth. She went with the creature and performed her duties. After the child was born, the grateful couple offered the midwife food and drink. She kindly refused. They offered her other forms of hospitality which she refused as well. She was sent on her way and returned home. The next day she found a pile of silver pieces – a gift from the new parents for delivering their child.

A Danish Story of An Elf and his Earthwife

A Danish tale tells of an Earthman (an elf) who sought the help of a midwife on Christmas Eve. He took the midwife underground and had her attend to his Earthwife during labor. When the child was delivered, the elven husband took the child away – seeking to steal the good fortune of a newly wed couple for the child. While he was gone, the elf wife gave the midwife a warning. She warned the woman against eating any food or taking any drink while she was under the surface of the earth. She told the midwife that she too had been a Christian woman before she was invited into the realm of the elves but had made the mistake of eating their food while she visited. Because she had accepted their hospitality, she was unable to return to her own world. When the husband returned, the midwife refused the offers of hospitality. Because of this, she was allowed to return to her home.

Elves and Their Relationships with Humans

While there seemed to be a great many ways that elves could threaten the safety of a human being, there were some elves who lived in peace with humans and even formed relationships with them.

Human and Elf

While there are some accounts of elves who tried to seduce humans into having sexual relations with them, it appears that there were some humans and elves who had children consensually. These children were known to be especially beautiful and often went on to do great things.

More often than not, half-elf half-human children appeared to be human in their features (though they were often very beautiful) and were capable of great magic feats. They sometimes went on to become magicians, sorcerers, and healers.

There are several ballads and stories concerning elves who mate with humans. They usually involve some sort of riddle that the person must solve in order to become their lover. Some stories also require the character to rescue a human-turned-elf in order to win their lover’s hand in marriage.

The Elfin Knight

The Elfin Knight is a story that can be told in two manners. The first is that the knight threatens to steal a woman away to be his lover unless she can complete an impossible task. The second is that a woman must complete an impossible task in order to win the Knight’s hand in marriage. Over time, the second has become more popular.

The tale starts with the Knight blowing into a magic horn that causes desire to emerge in the heart of the maiden. She makes a wish that she could marry the Knight. Suddenly the Elfin Knight appears and tells her that he will marry her if she can perform several tasks – all impossible.

In return, the maiden responds with several impossible tasks of her own that the Knight must complete and wins the hand of Knight in marriage.

The Tale of Tam Lin

The tale of Tam Lin begins with a warning that Tam Lin is an elf who takes a possession or the virginity of any maiden that travels through the forest of Carterhaugh. One day, a young woman travels through the forest of Carterhaugh and plucks a double rose from the ground. Tam Lin appears and asks her why she has entered his forest and taken his possessions. She replies that Caterhaugh belongs to her – it was a gift from her father. The young maiden goes on her way, only to discover later that she had become pregnant.

Tam Lin’s Well, Carterhaugh

She returns to the forest and plucks another set of roses from the ground. Tam Lin appears again to challenge her actions. She asks him if he had ever been a human, or if he has always been an elf. He tells the maiden that he had once been a mortal but was captured by the Queen of Fairies and turned into an elf. He also reveals that he is afraid that he will be sacrificed in a tithe to Hell this year if she does not save him.

Together they devise a plan to rescue Tam Lin from the Fairy Queen. They enact the plan and the maiden wins the love of Tam Lin. The Queen of Fairies acknowledges her defeat and releases Tam Lin.

Lady Isabel and the Elf Knight

Unfortunately, not all relationships between elves and humans end well. The tale of Lady Isabel and the Elf Knight starts the same as ‘The Elfin Knight’ with the Knight blowing into a horn that causes desire to arise in the heart of Lady Isabel. She wishes that she could marry the Knight and he appears and tells her that she will be his wife if she will come with him to the greenwood.

Upon arriving at the greenwood, Lady Isabel is shocked when the Knight reveals that he has killed the daughters of seven kings to steal their treasures and possessions and intends to make her the eighth. Fortunately, Lady Isabel is a quick thinker and tells the Knight to put his head on her knee to rest together before she is to die. She then lulls him to sleep with a charm, binds him with his own belt, and kills him.

What Do Elves Look Like?

The majority of elves that are described in folklore are female, though there were certainly male elves as well. The description of an elf’s appearance varies depending on the time period and the location that the story takes place in. It appears that the majority of female elves are known to be fair creatures. They often have blonde hair and blue or grey eyes (these are also the features that they value in humans) and are known to have characteristics that are similar to humans but much more perfect in nature. There are, of course, some variations in their appearance. These characteristics however, are the most commonly used in fairy tales.

Male elves were often described as looking like old men, though this is not the case for all the elves that appeared in literature. There are also extremely handsome elves that appear and seduce women like the elves from Tam Lin and The Elfin Knight.

Most literature will describe elves as being human in shape and size. They are known to have especially fair features and are sometimes described as being even taller than the average human. Writers in Shakespeare’s time however, took a different approach in describing elves. They were transformed into tiny beings who often had wings and were surprisingly similar to fairies. This version of elf was known to enjoy playing tricks on humans.

Modern literature tends to take a blended perspective on elves. While you can still find the occasional reference to elves being small beings, there are also plenty of storylines that present elves as being roughly human-sized.

Where Do Elves Live?

The majority of storylines will claim that elves either inhabit homes that are deep inside the woods, carved into hollowed trees, or underneath the earth (often in a hill). This was fairly standard for the majority of supernatural creatures in early Europe.

Most people have lost their faith in the existence of the elves, but there still remains a large population who maintain their beliefs – or are at least open to the possibility – of the existence of elves in Iceland. The people of Iceland have taken special precautions to ensure that the homes of their beloved huldufolk are protected in modern day.

The Huldufolk Stop Construction Near Alftanes

In the Alfantes peninsula, road work has been proposed in an area that was thought to be frequented by the elves of Iceland. There were many protests against the construction on the grounds that it would ruin the habitat of the elves as well as the natural landscape. The protest caused the entire project to be halted until the Supreme Court of Iceland rules on the case.

This is not an isolated occurrence. Other roads that were proposed to be built in areas where elves were thought to live were stopped by strange equipment malfunctions or tools suddenly being stolen from the worksite. Some think that these incidents were caused by elves themselves.

Interestingly enough, a law was passed in 2012 forbidding construction in any area that was believed to be inhabited by elves or was culturally or historically significant otherwise to Iceland.

Dangers Posed by Elves

Elves and Sickness

Elves were often thought to be the cause of many sicknesses that could not be diagnosed or properly treated by a doctor. It was thought that elves were capable of living parallel to the human world (though invisible to the human eye) and would make a person sick if they felt offended by the individual. This was said to be accomplished in several ways. Sometimes a person became sick if an elf casted a spell over them. Other times, however, an elf could shoot a man with an invisible arrow that carried sickness. Therefore, it was not uncommon for people to be diagnosed as being ‘elf-shot’ when they were ill.

Elves were also thought to bring about other misfortunes that were connected with health – specifically sleeping. The German word Alpdruck means ‘nightmare’, but the literal translation means ‘elf oppression.’ From this, it can be assumed that elves were thought to be the cause of nightmares and night terrors – likely as a punishment for an offense that had been made towards them or as a cruel joke.

Curiously, it seems that elves were often blamed when an individual became afflicted with epilepsy. This is possibly because of the complicated nature of the illness and the lack of medical resources available to treat such an ailment.

Elves and Alchemy

Elves were known to be magical beings, so it is no surprise that they were often credited with several types of magic. There are many different types of magic credited to elves, but one of the most popular by today’s standards was alchemy.

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Alchemy was a scientific and philosophical practice that was aimed at purifying different elements. One of the most popular types of alchemy recognized by humans was the practice of taking an earth element (usually some type of metal) and attempting to transform it into a precious metal like silver or gold.

The elfin tie to alchemy is likely why there are so many stories that reference an elf giving a human something that appeared to be worthless (like charcoal) that had magically transformed into gold by the time they had returned home.

Elves and Seduction

Another common threat that elves were thought to hold over humans was seduction. For some reason, elves had many desires to lure humans into sexual relations with them and were often warned against in tales.

Some elves were recorded to be very forceful with this desire. At some point, the notion arose that male elves would force themselves on women while they were sleeping. This issue was reported in the Scottish witch trials, and the elves in the tales were interpreted as being an alias for the Devil himself.

Elves and Changelings

Curiously enough, it was thought that elves sometimes valued human babies over their own kind. There was much speculation for why this may be, but there were two main theories. The first was that the elves were fond of the human babies that they stole because of their fair hair and blue or grey eyes. The second was that the children were stolen to use in a tithe to Hell so that the elves would not have to sacrifice one of their own. Regardless of what their motivation was, human parents came to dread the thought of losing their child to the elves.

It was thought that when an elf came to steal away a child, it left one of it’s own in place of the stolen infant. This elf child was known as a ‘changeling.’ These infants appeared to be human, but were often afflicted with unexplained illnesses. To discover a changeling in place of a human baby was a serious situation. Often, due to the many issues that came with changelings and their noticeable need to eat more than a human baby, changelings were killed before they had a chance to reach early childhood. It was thought that to let the changeling live was to put the resources of the entire family in jeopardy, making infanticide the best option for the unlucky couple.

Origin of the Elf Myth

Arisen from Cain’s Murder of Able

Some sources seem to think that the elves may have arisen from Cain’s murder of Able. This is the case in Beowulf, which clearly states that elves came to be a race because of this unfortunate event.

Semi-Banished Angels

Other sources seem to think that elves may have been the angels who chose to stay neutral in the fight for Heaven with God facing off against Lucifer. They were banished from Heaven because they did not help God, but because they did not betray him they were not sentenced to Hell. Instead, they were banished to Earth, where they would be come to known as elves.

Lost Children Of Eve

An old Icelandic tale suggests that elves could be the lost children of Eve. The tale states that one day when God was walking through the Garden of Eden, Eve was embarrassed that her children were dirty. She told them to go and hide from God so that she would not have to be embarrassed by God seeing them in their condition.

When God walked up to Eve and asked her where her children were, she lied and said she didn’t know. Angry that she would dare to lie to him, God said, “That which man hides from God, God will hide from man.” From that day forward, Eve never saw her children again.

The tale goes on to suggest that the children became the huldufolk (the hidden people [elves]) of Iceland.

Reborn into Elves

The Germanic tales which are thought to inspire the first stories of the elves suggest that these beings could be created by the rebirth of the dead. The old Norse texts seem to imply that worship of the elves and worship of dead ancestors are one and the same. This suggests that a person can be reborn into a supernatural creature like the elf when they pass on to the afterlife.

Evidence of this belief can be found in tales like ‘The Saga of Olaf the Holy’ in which the king’s ancestor has a burial mound that is marked as ‘Olaf, the Elf of Geirstad.’ This reflects the belief that the king’s ancestor became an elf in the afterlife.

The Explanation of Strange Occurrences

Last but not least, it is certainly possible that elves were simply created as a way to explain the unexplainable at the time. This is evidenced by some of the most common events that were blamed on elves – like elf-locks (when a strand of hair was found to be knotted).

This would have also helped people to reconcile with unfortunate events like the birth of a deformed baby. It certainly would have been easier to dispose of a child that put the new family at risk if it was thought to be an elf changeling instead of their own offspring.