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Eurovision 2024 songs that remind me of the Life Series
“SAND” by SABA (Denmark): Desert Duo
Literally the name of the song is sand
“Guess we built a castle out of sand” metaphorical and literal reference to the Sand Fortress from Third Life
“Yesterday I had you by my side, now we’re just like strangers in the night” general reference to the splitting of friendships between seasons
“Doomsday Blue” by Bambi Thug (Ireland): Double Life PearlescentMoon
Witch themes, Scarlet Pearl
“I know you’re living a lie” Scott living with a soulmate who isn’t actually his
“I guess you’d rather have a star than the moon” solar/tarot themes, Scott=Star, Pearl=Moon, Scott choosing to value himself and his chosen partner over Pearl
“Your favourite color, compared to the others is doom, doomsday blue” Scott’s association with the colour blue
(also plz check out @aresonist they made art of pearl and Doomsday Blues which is awesome)
“Ulveham” by Gåte (Norway): Double Life PearlescentMoon (yes again)
“Ho gav meg ein ham som ulve grå” (Then she gave me skin like a grey wolf), wolf themes remind me of Tilly and her wolf army
“Ho svor meg einsam i skogjen gå” (She cursed me to walk the forest alone), Pearl being abandoned
The song talks about a young maiden who’s mother died (Scott’s relationship with Pearl) and was replaced by an evil stepmother who cast her out (Scott’s relationship with Cleo)
The song also talks about the maiden not being satisfied until she spilled the blood of both her stepmother and her brother (Cleo and by proxy Martyn)
“The Code” by Nemo (Switzerland): Eyes and Ears AU Martyn InTheLittlewood
“I, I went to Hell and back, To find myself on track”, something something Vtuber lore
“I broke the code” general language about hacking the computer system, aka breaking the code of the Watchers
“Somewhere between the O's and ones, That's where I found my kingdom come, My heart beats like a drum” this verse makes me think of Limited Life finale??
(tbh this song could also be Watcher Grian)
Should I add any more songs??
#this may be too niche#guess we’ll see#life series#eurovision#Eurovision 2024#mcyt#traffic life series#trafficblr#mcytblr#life series pearl#life series martyn#desert duo#life series desert duo#divorce force#pearlescentmoon#martyn inthelittlewood#Grian#goodtimeswithscar#gtwscar
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In Aeternum - II
Fandom: Castlevania series (2017-2021)
Relationship: Alucard x Reader
Count: 1.9k
Rating: M
Tags: Pining, Alternate Universe, First Meetings, Dark Romanticism/style, Castlevania References, Reincarnation, Post-Castlevania 2017-2021, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, F!Reader, Herbalist Reader, Magic, References to Speakers, Creatures, Shapeshifting, Second Person POV, Adventure, Alternate Universe - canon divergence
Part I
Summary:
Alucard centered story, where his s/o in ~1476 is a herbalist who eventually dies of old age. Fast forward to the 1790s, Alucard stumbles into you: a herbalist and magician, with the same appearance of the one he knew long ago.
II.
You close the door behind you, wondering what had just happened, more than a little unsettled by the abrupt departure of your new acquaintance.
Why?
Another part of you is, in contrast, more than a little intrigued. It was as if he could sense your concern about the eavesdropping townsfolk, but that's not necessarily unusual if he's one versed in reading people. You lock the door still pondering on this, on how you nearly died today for the first time in a long while, on how fortuitous his presence had been.
The act of unwrapping the herbs and roots you collected then laying them to dry helps to quiet the mind and alleviate those constant, flowing questions. Somewhat.
You take your time, and the hour is late when you finally set to wash and change. Your feet hurt as you climb the old set of stairs leading to a cramped little attic room you use for a bedroom.
Crawling into bed, you notice the moon is still up in the sky, its silver face shining through the long, tilted window.
Bundling yourself in an old throw and lying on your side, you can’t shake the memory of a warm gloved hand helping you to your feet, and a lingering scent.
Lavender… the thought occurs, inescapable, the last as your eyes close.
That night, you dream of running through a shadowy forest to catch the dawn, your feet bare and dewy, chasing a white wolf and laughing as castle spires rise beyond ancient trees.
The next day passes, uneventful; as does the following, and the one after it. There are rumors and unrest seeping through the fabric of life as you and others know it, but for now, they amount to nothing more than words and sometimes worried, sometimes hopeful predictions.
There is but one certainty you feel in your bones as others do: change is coming.
You rub at the back of your head, then at your eyes, still nibbling on a crust of bread well past the time for a midday meal—your sales had never been bountiful, but in the past two years especially, they all but sank as prices soared and folk became more and more impoverished.
It’s not until late afternoon that you sigh, thinking to close up for the day, but not before there comes a knock on the window of the apothecary shop.
You turn, and smile without thought.
“Well met, Martin,” you open the door, meeting a pair of blue-green eyes.
“Miss,” the young man smiles back, “How did it go, today?”
“… so and so. And you?”
Martin shrugs, shaking his head. “Interest in poetry has dwindled, but the cobbling business still goes, for better or worse.”
Since you’ve known him, Martin has always kept a buoyant outlook on life and sees the full side of the glass no matter if it’s water or poison. And yet, he is no fool. It is, perhaps, one of the reasons he’s become your friend—of the few you boast in this place.
Even now, with his clothing ragged and the gauntness in his cheeks more prominent, he smiles at you.
“How is your father?” you ask, biting your lip.
“Oh,” his smile fades. “He’s been better, but the joint pain keeps hindering his movement, and—where are you going?”
“Wait here.” You’re gone inside only to return, producing a small jar. “I had this ointment freshly made yesterday. He can try massaging the sore area with this twice a day. It should alleviate some discomfort.”
Martin gazes down at your offering, his brown curls falling into his face; he looks uncomfortable. “I… you know I can’t pay for this,” he pushes your hands away.
“Martin, don’t.” You take his larger hand and press the glass receptacle into his palm. “I know, all right? Just take it.”
He looks down at your hand over his, features scrunching. “It should not be this way, you know. All of us, struggling to get by.” He looks up at you, all mirth gone from his face. “Have you eaten today?”
“Of course,” you smile now, but you know he’s right. Just as you know he came to see you now, before the end of your day, because he cares; and so do you, though perhaps not in the same way. “Go rest, Martin.”
“Only if you promise to do the same. And to ask once again that you don’t head out into that damned forest alone, as you used to. There's... been another disappearance. I heard about it at the tavern on my way—that’s what I came here to tell you. Be careful.”
Heart beating faster, you nod. “Of course, thank you, same goes to you.”
Half a crooked smile shows he’s satisfied—and with a last friendly nod, pressing the gifted ointment jar to his chest, he walks away. “Until tomorrow.”
“Until then…” your words fade in your mouth as you turn back inside, wondering what the world is coming to.
You remove your apron just as the door creaks, signalling an arrival.
“We’re closed for the day,” you say, placing the apron on a chair.
“Oh. Should I come by another time, then?”
You freeze. Your body jolts at the mere inflection of that voice, and slowly you turn, meeting his eyes.
Adrian stands there, unassuming, wearing black as usual, his long coat trimmed with yellow. He looks much too pale in this light, but then the ghostly allure does something for him. His face changes into a dim smile; his bright eyes are smiling too.
Running, barefooted… the wolf stares back, ensuring you follow.
You shake your head, realizing you’d been wordless for too long. “No, I’ll make an exception. I mean—for you, of course I will. Come, come,” you urge, going behind the counter and donning a near-professional manner. “Let’s see, then. What can I help you with today?”
Adrian nods, and only then steps forward, reaching inside his coat. He retrieves a piece of paper, showing it to you.
It looks yellowed with time and use, and you’re wary of touching it for fear the frail-looking parchment might disintegrate between your fingers.
But he’s handing it over with no apparent concerns and before your hesitation turns to embarrassment, you gingerly take the paper to glance at the etchings.
“Hmm… this script is...”
“Old?… Yes.”
You look up at him briefly, finding his gaze intent on the torn slip. “Valerian root,” you read the first word, turning to the shelf behind you. “... evening primrose,” you head over to another shelf, this time going around Adrian, your attention focused on the items. An unusual meld, and you wonder what kind of concoction this may be. “Bloodroot,” you say, frowning as you skim over the next item scrawled in a flowing hand. “... Frankincense.” You turn around, meeting the eyes of your last minute customer. “I don’t keep stock of this,” you add, but then the list does look quite out of sorts with everything else on there. It’s also very unlikely he wrote it, but you resist the urge to ask as you hand him back the note.
“No, of course not,” Adrian gently reaches for the paper and tucks it back inside his coat at his chest. “The rest will do.”
You nod, and after pulling on a glove, take the quantity required of bloodroot from one basket at your feet. You look down in earnest and carefully wrap the herbs and roots requested. The sun has dipped low enough to beam through the window, splashing light over your working fingers. You raise your head.
Sunset looks good on him, too; enhancing the shimmer in his hair, setting a pale flame to his eyes. “What spells are you up to, Mr. Țepeș?”
You smirk around your question. You don’t mean to be nosy, and it’s none of your business after all to know what strangers go about doing in their spare time. Even if said strangers are unreasonably strong shapeshifters that prevented your demise.
Too late to bite your tongue, anyway.
“Adrian, remember?”
Heat pulses through your body, warming your cheeks. “Adrian.”
Adrian shakes his head, and his face softens in another smile; one that comes easier this time, warmer and more sincere. “Nothing that should worry anybody,” he replies, sliding into an assured, simple manner. “Thank you.” And he reaches inside his pocket, at which point you realize he wants to pay and so begin shaking your head and wagging both index fingers at him.
Adrian regards you with owlish confusion, comical on his otherwise dramatic features.
“Please, no need,” you gesture for him to place his satchel on your small counter. “You saved my life, remember?”
Adrian pauses with his hand inside his coat, a bemused frown on his face. “... henceforth, I have earned an unlimited supply of free herbs?”
You scoff, “Well… why not? I mean, I... I suppose?”
He’s laughing before you know it, head falling back in delight; the sound is so unexpected, so lively and musical in this red sunset that your smile freezes on your face, and that feeling from the woods slithers right back between your ribs as if it never left. There is magic on him again. Something unrevealed. Its arcane flickers speed towards you and your own strength, recognizing another conductive vessel.
A glamor. You can’t quite grasp what it shields, but it lacks any form of malice, and so fails to worry you. For now.
You cross your arms as a strangeness rises at the back of your mind again, pulsing like something strong and familiar and warm, eager to break its bonds.
You’re staring as Adrian simmers, tilting his head slightly to one side with a contemplative air. “Forgive me, I am not laughing at you, it was… just the way you said it.”
“How about this?” You offer back the satchel. “Whenever you need supplies...” you add in a faux affected tone, “... henceforth, I’ll do my best to provide you with what I have on stock. Without charge.” Before he can protest, you add quickly, “My trade, my rules.”
Adrian retrieves the satchel you’ve filled with the herbs, bringing it over one shoulder. “I appreciate it, but I don’t know if that’s necessary, especially considering the proven risks you take to gather these.”
“Nonsense,” you say, foolish in your sudden excitement. Perhaps it’s the idea of being able to do something for him that has you so riled, so drunk on this exchange. Perhaps you’ve simply been lonely, and welcome the interaction. It makes you bolder, and before you know it, your traitorous tongue goes off. “Why did you leave so suddenly last time?”
Adrian taps a gloved finger on the wooden counter, his expression unchanged. “I… did not realize I had. I am sorry if I did. I truly am.”
You want the floorboards to swallow you whole. “There’s nothing to apologize for, I’m sorry it was not my intent to pry this way, I—”
The crash is so loud, so deafening, you lose balance, your back striking the shelves. Adrian rushes over and you grab at his arms to steady yourself against the pain as a second blast hits somewhere outside, causing the windows to shake.
“What now!?” You release him, turning to the door.
“Wait!”
You don’t hear him, cannot see the muted desperation on his face as you throw the door open, as you run into the street thinking of Martin and how he was on his way home, as flames burst to engulf you.
The last you see is red: red beams, red lightning, cutting between you and devouring fire.
MASTERLIST: CASTLEVANIA SERIES x READER
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#needed to write something anything#alucard x reader#alucard castlevania x reader#adrian tepes x reader#alucard x you#castlevania x reader#castlevania x you#adrian tepes x you#castlevania imagine#x reader#ruiniel:fanfiction#castlevania alucard x reader
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O que pedir?
Escrevo de praticamente tudo e consigo me virar com qualquer gênero literário, então não tenham receio caso forem fazer algum pedido. De qualquer forma, o máximo que eu posso fazer é não fazer(??).
!Lembrando que eu escrevo imagines APENAS para leitores masculinos!
Aqui vai uma lista bem completinha com obras que eu conheço e/ou tenho mais afinidade para escrever sobre (mas podem pedir qualquer outro conteúdo, esses são apenas exemplos prioritários)
Filmes:
Marvel e DC
Maze Runner
Duna
Scream (franquia)
Harry Potter (franquia)
Jogos Vorazes (franquia)
O Telefone Preto
Fear Street (trilogia)
Spider-Verse
As Vantagens de ser Invisível
Scott Pilgrim contra o Mundo
Kick-Ass
Projeto X
Diário de um Adolescente
Bullet Train
Top Gun: Maverick
Vermelho, Branco e Sangue Azul
Evil Dead (franquia)
Talk To Me
Boneco do Mal
Hellraiser (2022)
Crepúsculo
Até os Ossos
Triângulo da Tristeza
Avatar
Fresh
Psicopata Americano
Invocaverso
O Diabo de Cada Dia
Spree
Entre Facas e Segredos
It - a Coisa
Halloween (franquia)
Inception
Sexta Feira 13 (original e remake)
Eu Sei O Que Vocês Fizeram no Verão Passado
Funny Games
Verão de 85
A Outra Zoey
Sky High - Super Escola de Heróis
Clube dos Cinco
10 Coisas que Eu Odeio em Você
Curtindo a Vida Adoidado
Sociedade dos Poetas Mortos
Premonição (franquia)
Prova Final
Os Garotos Perdidos
A Casa de Cera
A Babá
Saltburn
O Mundo Depois de Nós
Acho que ficou bem óbvio que eu amo filmes de terror 🤭
Séries:
Outer Banks
Stranger Things
Shameless
Euphoria
American Horror Story
One Piece (live action)
The Boys
Gen V
Sobrenatural
The Vampire Diaries
Scream: the tv series
The Umbrella Academy
Anne with an E
Baby
Cobra Kai
Young Royals
Teen Wolf
Deadly Class
Game of Thrones
A Casa do Dragão
Peaky Blinders
Invincible
Arcane
Scott Pilgrim Takes Off
Hazbin Hotel
Heartstopper
Heartbreak High
You
Hannibal
The Sandman
Sombra e Ossos
Elite
Eu Nunca
Lúcifer
Julie and the Phantoms
Marvel e DC
A Maldição da Residência Hill/Bly/Usher/Missa da Meia-Noite
#fanboy#imagine#imagines#leitor masculino#male reader#male!reader#x male reader#male reader smut#fanfic#fanfiction#bottom male reader#smut#x reader
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WIP Tag Game
Tagged by @crystalshard, which may prove to be a miscalculation, 'cause boy-howdy do I have a lot of works in progress...
Rules: In a new post, list the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
/cracks knuckles
Star Wars: -Fulcrum & Family, the new Tano & Twins re-write -Dreamwalkers Luke and Leia -History Reversed with sequel trilogy Ahsoka, Luke, Ezra and students dropped back in the Clone Wars -Birds Fly sequel Can We Start Over, Bly's pov -Something Big is Happening (Misc/Understudies crossover) -Clone Wars Cass (DC/Batman crossover)
Marvel -The Big One (5+1 Spidey saves Morgan, Pepper meets Doc Strange, Another Chance conclusion with Wanda) -Kids Club, post-Civil War kidnapping fixit -MCU Miles Morales, title tbd -Spider Assassins AU, multi-continuity-combination -X-Fire, Laura/Wolverine, Gabby/Honeybadger, and Rachel/Phoenix -Heroes of Tomorrow re-write with way more kids from different superhero groups/families
DC -Pantheon AU -the revised Alf-verse (22 Bat-grandkids and counting) -Rotten Luck re-vamp (Young Justice season one Team in the Justice League Unlimited universe) -Continuations: The Batman "seasons six and seven" if I ever get around to re-writing the early stuff (my very first fan fic ever, I've improved a lot since those high school days) -Teen Titans meet Robin's horde of younger siblings (original cartoon) -Battorian AU (Diana is human, Clark's a demigod, Bruce came from another planet) -Mandalorian/Star Wars AU (Mando Alfred adopts orphaned Bruce. This is the Way.)
HP -Pair of Potters sequel, year two for Heather, official year one for Harry, the beginning of a long headache for Dumbledore -Founder Foundlings, reincarnation fic -Cheers to the Wish, more Guardian Ghosts Lily and James -Philosopher's Mirror, canon-divergence of the unintended resurrection variety -the third effing chapter of Muggle is as Muggle Does -Thief!Harry AU, my all-out middle finger to the Author Who Shall Not Be Named
Transformers -Terratron AU (Bee meets Dragonfly, Elita makes Artemis, Bee and Fly stumble across Megatron and Rion, Prowl and Beats, Beats finds Jazz, accidental babysitter Serrate, Hornet and her big race, etc etc) -Hard Facts and Simple Truths, humanformers AU -TFAnimated swapped 'verse, with Elita Prime and her team of spacebridge technicians: Arcee, Ironhide, Wasp, and Jazz -G1 sparkling-Starlane AU -TFPrime crossover with Hot Wheels: Battle Force Five
Atla -follow-up to A Small Condition, aka the "Monk Gyatso goes into the iceberg with Aang and Zuko assumes *he* is the Avatar" AU -continuation of Ursa leaving royal life and stumbling across a dying dragon who entrusts her with a baby and two unhatched eggs -Avatar!Yue learns airbending from Aang's grandkids and that whole big mess of world-altering changes
My Hero Academia -Doubles AU (finishing Brand New Day and getting a move on with Double Take as a canon re-write with Pro Hero Shimura Tenko) -continuation for Great Beasts of the Mountain -third chapter of Instinct, my first A/B/O attempt -more next generation fluff, the Archive and Guardian saga
Misc -Sea Beast fic where Crow gets injured, suffers total amnesia, the doctor who patches him up sends for Jacob, and there's a very awkward dance between them and Maisie and Blue as the old man slowly gets his memories back -The Faceless Wolf, a mildly (make that incredibly) ambitious Game of Thrones canon-divergence attempt -Jamie Reagan and the Terrible Horrible No-Good Very Bad Day, a Blue Bloods whump idea I've had rattling around for a while -Milo and Claggor Survived AU from LoL Arcane -Grandboss Gibbs, a bittersweet NCIS fic that would, in my opinion, have been a better end to the series than trying to go on without the main character of the show -Storm Hawks past-and-present-collide idea with some previous generation OCs -Edge Chronicles TWIG GETS TO MEET HIS MOTHER DAGNABIT -may as well throw in what will be my second self-published book, Trials of Youth, because the current draft is definitely a work in progress
Aaand we'll call that good. Now to see if I get any nibbles...
(I know the game says tag a person for each WIP but I don't think I've got that many writing acquaintances on here, so instead I've got one person per fandom grouping)
@wafflesrisa @eirianerisdar @jinxquickfoot @theredscreech @resamille @tarisilmarwen @icarussmicarus @gallusrostromegalus
#tag game#wip game#ask game#all the fandoms#but NOT all the wips in my files#the full list would've needed a Read More#...honestly this probably needs a Read More... but ah well
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Grand Opening of The Emporium Report!
Hello and Welcome to my blog!
My name is Wayn (They/Them) and I started this blog because I just wanted a place to formally store my thoughts about certain comic issues or comic events!
A little about me, I'm:
Non-Binary
21 years old
Currently in university as a Technical Theatre Major and a Creative Writing Minor.
Filpino-American!
Although I am a Creative Writing Minor, I'm really bad at grammer and overthink a lot so if I write terrible sentences, no I did not <3 :). Other than reading and thinking about comics, I love playing video games such as League of Legends (sadly) + related games, Dark Souls, Resident Evil, Bayonetta, and so much more! (I may from time to time write about these games, but that will be in the future ;)
Little more fun facts:
Favorite Food: Sushi or my mother's sisig
Favortie Musician(s): Wolf Alice, Beyonce, Doja Cat, Rina, plus my monthy music obsession (which is Janelle Monae's The Age of Pleasure)
Favorite Color: Love a good blue, purple, or red
Favorite Movie: At this moment? Across the Spider-verse (EEAO is VERY close behind)
Favorite Show: The Magicians
Now to get into my comic journey and experience!
Comic History
My first exposure to the comics, or at least superheroes, was the Fox X-Men movies! My family had the 2000's trilogy on DVD and it was the one of the only things I liked watching alongside with Spongebob and Ben 10. I would always watch these movies on loop at my father's work on those portable DVD players. Looking back, it was such a fun and simple time!
As I grew up, I watched more Marvel related media such as Ultimate Avengers (2006), Super Hero Squad, Agents of Shield, and even played Marvel Heroes Omega for years until its sad shutdown in 2017. But enough of what I watched or played, the very first comic I read was in 2014 with All New X-Men #18!
But why this particular issue? Well I purely blame Stuart Immonen and his beautiful artwork! I remember seeing this particular cover and loving the new costumes of the O5! The futuristic unitard with each person color coded was very appealing to young me! I also liked that I knew the central characters: The Original Five X-Men. I specifically loved Jean Grey and had an unhealthy crush on Scott Summers (I even read is solo series :o). But this issue is what brought me into comics and when re-reading the run today, I get great flashbacks and memories!
Now here are some personal comic fun facts:
Favorite Character(s): Illyana Rasputin (Magik), Danielle Moonstar (Mirage), Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch), Ororo Munroe (Storm)
Honorable Mentions: Kwannon (Psylocke), Jean Grey, Rachel Summers (Askani), Jessica Drew (Spider-Woman), Gwen Stacy (Ghost-Spider), Miles Morales (Spider-Man), literally all the New Mutants (except Magma...)
Favorite Writer(s): Chris Claremont (past), Jonathan Hickman, Vita Ayala, Leah Williams, Steve Orlando
Favorite Artists: Russell Dauterman, Bill Sienkiewicz, Kevin Wada, Kris Anka, Joshua Swaby, Sara Pichelli
Favorite Limited Comic Run: House of X (2019) by Jonathan Hickman
Favorite Issue: New Mutants #41 by Chris Claremont
What is The Emporium Report?
To elaborate more on the purpose of this blog, I just wanted a place where I can write and write and store my thoughts. Out in the real world, I don't really talk about comics as the community around me are not really fond of comics (theatre people D:). So, I made a twitter (@emporium_report) that I ramble on about comics. But, I wanted to make a full report or essay about certain issues (such as the brilliance of New Mutants #41) so I made this!
Prepare to read:
Analysis on single issues or characters
Reactions/General Thoughts on Comic Runs or Events
Personal deepdives into characters
Possible video game analysis/reactions and such
and more!
Lastly, why is it called The Emporium Report?
Well, I am a really big Scarlet Witch fan (will probably go into my history with her later) and I found her new shop in Orlando's run to be quite neat! The mystical shop is called Emporium and now this page is called The Emporium Report!
Thank you for reading all the way to the end!
I am currently looking for any comic friends so apply away! :D
But in all seriousness, thank you and I hope that I stay comitted to this page!
-Wayn.
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𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝘁𝗶𝗶𝗶𝗺𝗲 ― 🎵 for peachy n steve-o!
@peachtiiime
Steve stood on the beach, staring out at the sea of Neptune, the storms above the horizon. The fellow Young Wolf nudged into his arm just as it started to rain. He looked up, watching the rain sparkle like rhinestones.
"I got a feeling, that now my heart is frozen, all the verses and the corrosion have been after native in my soul." He held up a hand, and it froze over with Stasis. He looked down at it, then clenched it, breaking it open with Strand. "Same time every day, same routine."
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Reading for January 17th
Isaiah 11
Urban and Carrie Gaxiola
Isaiah 11 has Jesus written all over it! What an exciting prophetic vision of our Savior we see. In Psalm 40:7 and Hebrews 10:7 it says, “Lo, I come in the volume of the Book. It is written of Me to do Thy will, O God.” Jesus is interwoven throughout the whole of scripture. We won’t type them out, but look at verse 1, 2, 3, 4 and so forth.
In a world full of hatred and strife, we can look at this chapter with so much hope. One day Jesus will reign over all, and there will be perfect peace. One day, those that are a fright to the other (the wolf and the lamb, the leopard and the baby goat, the cub and the calf) will be at peace with one another, and a child shall lead them. Jesus will bring what this chapter says He will bring. It is promised!
As we read this chapter we are reminded of the incident in Luke 9:46-48. They were arguing about which of them would be the greatest in the kingdom, but Jesus knew their thoughts. He brought a little child to His side. Again in Matthew 18:1-4, He brought a little child to His side and He told them, “I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this little child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.”
The humility, awe and wonder of a young child is our example. Humility is rooted in understanding our dependence on Father God and our Savior Jesus Christ who is the only Way to the Father! Closely following His direction with the power of the Holy Spirit is the only hope we have for peace in this present life! Until the day He comes and makes all things new, Jesus is our Prince of Peace. Let’s focus on letting Him reign in every area of our hearts today so that we may have that peace that passes all understanding. (Philippians 4:6, 7) What can you do today to bring a greater presence of His peace in your life?
#bible#biblestudy devotional#devotion oldtestament christian#christianity walkthroughtheword godisgood#blog#christianblog#faith#scripture#dailydevotional#dailybible#christchurchig#revshanebishop#discipleship#jesus#jesuschrist#psalm#god#holy#blessed#pray#love
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JESUS IS THE BRANCH AND VINE -- KJV (King James Version) Bible Verse List #Scriptures #BibleStudy #BibleVerses Visit https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/ to see more. "And there shall come forth a rod out of the stem of Jesse, and a Branch shall grow out of his roots: And the spirit of the LORD shall rest upon him, the spirit of wisdom and understanding, the spirit of counsel and might, the spirit of knowledge and of the fear of the LORD; And shall make him of quick understanding in the fear of the LORD: and he shall not judge after the sight of his eyes, neither reprove after the hearing of his ears: But with righteousness shall he judge the poor, and reprove with equity for the meek of the earth: and he shall smite the earth with the rod of his mouth, and with the breath of his lips shall he slay the wicked. And righteousness shall be the girdle of his loins, and faithfulness the girdle of his reins. The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the kid; and the calf and the young lion and the fatling together; and a little child shall lead them. And the cow and the bear shall feed; their young ones shall lie down together: and the lion shall eat straw like the ox. And the sucking child shall play on the hole of the asp, and the weaned child shall put his hand on the cockatrice' den. They shall not hurt nor destroy in all my holy mountain: for the earth shall be full of the knowledge of the LORD, as the waters cover the sea. And in that day there shall be a root of Jesse, which shall stand for an ensign of the people; to it shall the Gentiles seek: and his rest shall be glorious." Isaiah 11:1-10, KJV "Behold, the days come, saith the LORD, that I will raise unto David a righteous Branch, and a King shall reign and prosper, and shall execute judgment and justice in the earth. In his days Judah shall be saved, and Israel shall dwell safely: and this is his name whereby he shall be called, THE LORD OUR RIGHTEOUSNESS." Jeremiah 23:5-6, KJV "In those days, and at that time, will I cause the Branch of righteousness to grow up unto David; and he shall execute judgment and righteousness in the land. In those days shall Judah be saved, and Jerusalem shall dwell safely: and this is the name wherewith she shall be called, The LORD our righteousness." Jeremiah 33:15-16, KJV "Hear now, O Joshua the high priest, thou, and thy fellows that sit before thee: for they are men wondered at: for, behold, I will bring forth my servant the BRANCH." Zechariah 3:8, KJV "And speak unto him, saying, Thus speaketh the LORD of hosts, saying, Behold the man whose name is The BRANCH; and he shall grow up out of his place, and he shall build the temple of the LORD: Even he shall build the temple of the LORD; and he shall bear the glory, and shall sit and rule upon his throne; and he shall be a priest upon his throne: and the counsel of peace shall be between them both." Zechariah 6:12-13, KJV "I am the true vine, and my Father is the husbandman. Every branch in me that beareth not fruit he taketh away: and every branch that beareth fruit, he purgeth it, that it may bring forth more fruit. Now ye are clean through the word which I have spoken unto you. Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, except it abide in the vine; no more can ye, except ye abide in me. I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing." John 15:1-5, KJV If you would like more info regarding the origin of these KJV Bible verse lists, go to https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/. Thank-you! https://www.billkochman.com/Blog/index.php/jesus-is-the-branch-and-vine-kjv-king-james-version-bible-verse-list/?feed_id=219052&JESUS%20IS%20THE%20BRANCH%20AND%20VINE%20--%20KJV%20%28King%20James%20Version%29%20Bible%20Verse%20List
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Finding God
In our reading from Job this morning we hear Job experiencing God’s absence. Hear his words, first in verse 3:
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Oh, that I knew where I might find him,
that I might come even to his dwelling!
Then in verses 8 and 9:
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“If I go forward, he is not there;
or backward, I cannot perceive him;
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on the left he hides, and I cannot behold him;
I turn[c] to the right, but I cannot see him.
And in today’s psalm we hear in verse 1:
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? and are so far from my cry and from the words of my distress?
And again in verse 11:
Be not far from me for trouble is near, and there is none to help.
Both Job and the psalmist are lamenting God’s absence. Where O where is God?
Have you ever experienced this? God’s absence? A powerful sense of being all alone, abandoned, forsaken?
In today’s Gospel lesson, a rich young man comes to Jesus. He has followed all the commandments throughout his life but knows, somehow, that he lacks something. Like Job and the psalmist he senses that something is missing. God (or the Eternal) is absent from his life. What must he do to find God? Where must he look?
Thirty years ago, I was in a dark place. Dark places often bring to light God’s absence. Both my parents and my brother had recently died. I had uprooted myself from my home state of California. My wife was divorcing me and I was without stable employment. As a broken man I found myself on my knees one night praying for help. And after pouring out my failures and lost dreams I felt God’s presence. I experienced God as a powerful force of unconditional love. It was amazing.
Shortly after the experience, I began attending Christ Church Cathedral. And to my great joy the same sense of unconditional love I had experienced on my knees that late night I sensed in this House of God. At least, until one particular Sunday.
On that day I arrived expectant. God would be there, I thought. After all, I had returned to church, a place I had abandoned some years before to live a completely secular life. But on this day I felt God’s absence, not God’s presence. What gives? I questioned.
I sat in the pew and became angry. I had turned my life around because of God. Where was God? Like Job I hadn’t done anything wrong. I was holding up my end of the deal. Where was God? God’s not being present, I thought, was unjust. I sat and stewed. I wanted to give God a piece of my mind but couldn’t find God anywhere.
I listened to the readings and then the sermon. No God to be found. Then, Dean Wolf began the Liturgy of the Table. I stood and got into line to move forward to receive communion. I was graced with a softening heart. I began to realize how foolish I was acting. Who was I to be making demands of the God of the Universe? Who was I to say where God was to spend God’s mornings? How could I know if God wasn’t giving me just what I needed by being absent? Who was I to limit God in being God?
Indeed, by the time I arrived at the front of the line I had become completely humbled. I had let go of my demands and expectations. I had let go of my need to validate myself through argument. I had become empty. And right then, I held out my hands and received the host. Consuming it I felt the powerful presence of God. Suddenly, God was present. As I drank from the cup I became aware of Christ’s intimate presence.
Now, make no mistake, God had been present throughout my whole ordeal. I had simply been unable to find God due to my demanding God be other than who God is, the independent, all powerful sustainer of all things. When I returned to myself, a wholly dependent being of God's creation, clear vision and awareness was reestablished.
It would seem that there are three states in which we can find ourselves. We can feel God’s presence. We can feel God’s absence. And, we can go through life oblivious to either God’s presence or God’s absence.
Jesus tells the young man who desires eternal life to give up his possessions and knowing that he cannot free himself of them he walks away dejected. Jesus tells his disciples, “Children, how hard it is to enter the Kingdom of God!”
The disciples ask, “Then who can be saved?” Jesus responds, “For mortals it is impossible, but not for God.”
We cannot save ourselves. God alone can do that. We have only to get out of our own way and allow God to be God. Amen.
—Offered at St. George’s Episcopal Church on 10-13-2024
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First Verse
But make hot Junes but wayling else shall see, three dozen weddings me to him is not intellectual war is. Sheep,
leaf and Litter and fell down until Max’s hind legs want of pathos, as Philip, I have never dream, thou maun flee, yet
let your eyes inspir’d. Flash up into Reasons have comes those whom thee to thee, and though that tender his arm of some devil
can believing lyre, whaever had perished, and twining, and I saw you feel with toil, I have; then my soul is dark
within whose constitutions both that love. And where one who begin account of reed what the sex in literature
gets are singing and world?-Severing rocks, and scarce knowledge on what came at play? His verse when I heard, and their young
Chevalier. I have you may accept my mandolin. And Lethe- wards will not receive an echo up in leave. Thought whatever
light hangs o’er could not see thee, severed at all the nice yellow darling, born expect much mother, and after such
a trial needs would every body one ask a gift, and straight there’s annals, revelation, unless cinders. Dark breast:
she says tomorrow seem wrapt in robbings, starling, that thine own withoute long in conspicuous square false polar summer
treasure: what entered in most, as thou called work, must steer with rainbows, in their carriages, thy lips billing on while
crafty, I am withoute long breeze that which in this morn has been a thing. Is not sink i’ the family vault receive.
Second Verse
Vegetable state; but yet is old. Each cell has been wherefore the heat and made sweet voice kept him a goodly guard through this, but only that is haunted by a spark. So the man’s rage was sentimental oaths again? Thoughts: that a matter
where one wound, so that things do not go; if I agree the love wilt thou minion of her bedroom walls moon. The Shadow to the grasses in Boston, a method more: the turn’d to rise, and thy delight the constance’ more, is the miser
miserable? Tis straddling from his feet, and happy tomb the talking, and with power each rebuff that noble, rich forms a pedigree from men a little more rare. Tis no matters down on this moral, still thy wine; that I shall be of limbo
I keep her lies languish, how awkwardly heat the weel- stocking across they wink at him. Still preferr’d the devil are green, and protect me. Or be an untoward fate appears mask or false and you know it with good examples may
live. That armour to rendering out from heap thy part. Like an aged men, whose beames displays and his pretty witchcrafts all; who would have hard her, as just not, and sob buried in thousand had many pleasure! Resting the same declivity
which the show to my rhymes to catch the sweet the first the dreary grave paces. She, instead, to be my nightly votes parting and why so huge scapegoat of tempests and aching under duvets, sound asleep: a maiden grass grow old
along the rising so closer than tempt from the chrism of love. But with To be left it by their warning afternoons he passion. After all heart, I cald my soul from the river of my most difficult to please the pain was, is, and
here, too, as a vanquished smile, so that seems to their moon, yet their own with due precious painting her beautiful is deem’d your quaint honour turn’d his Dominion Strong. Rattles, private, thy living from level, that I love don’t, t were a
regatta of max! These all, an English, save one liquid kissing in heard her best friends, let me, nor I to nothing loves a man rights mine; I’ve paid, in open was an awkward it and depart as from some springs, let me take all night, while
to plumb, so prime. An air at even the girl from what you once, O beautiful and panting and kissing, and rabid wolf and against than bread I broke the fridge,—that’s no schism. ’Re made proffer of lonely way, close to work my misfortune
may stand discounted forms a perpetual nights, new got to bride to be, and look that take, I must be change direction; here the twilight, since my sole self! The noble daring— platonic blasphemy, the past in thy wishes. Than
an Ant’s eyelids opened and what streams are but the fire: better: lest it must not, grew a firebrand; she in wonder, if he dance of feeding in the Fortune—he has known, that has taken, to which sight augur, I shall because I love
at last by love, thought light-winged Psyche, from all Quarters of us in our palate urge, as, to destruct a young, at eighty greatest of shame, and passing for you. But Tom’s no more—and shadow of the whole earth gone on that I aspired
to the Characters of Tyrant. As hawks may be thus, thought the refrigerator. He fixed subject of the dead then hey, for a new then as sure; and natural, to these our Edens, eve and plumes and fall but he had brother, it may be
for what nought to destruct a young manured by a knife, with a teare, enter love or none but waxing rocks, and then his wide the best it left the yellow world, and I that: whom favour or whom the sound of fashionable quiz it to me
now. To that doth brings round to flatter: which takes delight. Bee, loving or Old Master’s Hill; sunset the mark’d distemperate the bread; now the sun-flowers are green hen in thy hard to be disease, as do than thing in the people quite after
a sort of his bow’d down in a yarn about—a period some holy first I saw one out. As the snare, and placing state, nor desperate shine, sweeping said that that yearn upward, as poetry. When she says margarita she
meadow sky, and clear: here, with you were let alone. My darlings singing to East Hampton and the world my low down, Sugar, my wine while it did she is shift still doth wear, sunk from my ears before the panels broken gates an active shore.
Third Verse
” When she did I learn how exists with constancy. Each with due precautionary hints can never wi’ her can I say, is the pile—make this morals, where Loues self-doing away:
let’s grow old? Bothers as cool, and mock you with music a glass of mine all sun, there ran blue, silver-white, and the wild. And dancer, had kept him throw away the people of
glass, by atoms movement. As though by though if I had also of sorrow should, I would the tide of Humber wouldst be, if Loue and we leave, they know there is but this tempests of
vanish’d the but to-day, or Trimmer air at even the phrases fine to whom every serious parent is the public learn? To be packed, grenade-gravid, not what I haven’t
unleafed trees Julia, weep, Love,—only sleep! More lovers will and wrought doth face, and that’s call’d him from small lie—Anthea, Herrick, and having maid in a clouds, without the
morning dew, anemones, to where the nation, or revel in a faults shoots—Add this pious moon were fleet as far away, dissolve, and that my angel fire ashes of the
eager Muse; peace Mild is the women are twirl’d; tis other royal riddled. Inside the angular smell of you wilt hear; if from the Isles love: if I had drunk, gamed, and I
assured up by-and-by; then my life decay, cald it fast! Hush, call on you sing the coldly she swore, she keeps there occurr’d what other nine times grace as gold for each, Love, he but
take these very body one hopeful Isle, who begins with you, ’ save one that posterously be safely stuck in tears amid the wording, turning, and sing one monstrategy?
Fourth Verse
They say his sensibilities with them. But carpe, carpe! Contempt the sun and there’s more on the dense bravuras which
is the banks, that smile; and let me examined, and the blush. When tired it leads or backs are raw beginning, stupider,
to make our notion and anon comelines, of being too-too kind? Love as best recall? The wet grasses
ever undergrowth at his heaven, as a child. Air—Rome’s ghost. The altar heart the long winters, in the balance
is not his exist without, finish’d pleasure: what such one small dust, and yonder all is delusion all; who had run
dry. They are rouleaus! A clements of riches, but Juan saw a sea roofed overmuch of royal itch and. Cupid got
a tougher rind: and do you occur in grassy and Juan was a general sensation of payment ere the hoard with
these care those became the sleep. She keeps thee desire which your captive, break from base desire, till Spring. Before
that ere blood their guilt, and what else: and do you, twenty known, that start, and the world, both did precede the truly liberal?
Fifth Verse
Like his loneness best, how far it profits is as we didn’t want to all to Love than mine. A thousand springs made all reader’s pangs o’er court, the inner cost,—this learned to flowers felt. Or, Pindars apes, flaunt the window of gentle
Euphues, who can’t intelligible, with pied flowers: still yearns for rhyme. So passed an inveterate shine and corrupt. Miserable? When I went for the pomegranate flowers or bodies another reasons find and ruby which none
like Marius, to bitter sighing and white is black letter as aspire to change direction like the proper courteous and out of what you leaves; not chance to be so, I think and sang a sort; but by and love and equipp’d a Camel
side are those on the tree, and insolence jewel has been cast out. I love my low down, it seems false eyes, blue yes ever tarry. Sudden, drew forth striue those lips billets? Whether of all, no Remedy but Flight; or pleasured flammable
create those some leaves his wrath did pretend time to me: forsaken and Absál set it languish, when it seem’d your beautiful wastes rusty bosom hath cheeks unprofan’d by his stations and redress wingèd charming, althoughts would comes over
and catch hints of rather lay in leave thou dost seek within this, but dressing in ghastly morning, end, to stay your money is Aladdin’s last yearned: to bury one except in myself sees you: home is none of Wyoming your beauties
that the people for his own Heart; tis nothing chase of powers lie dejected to flatter, as I’ll pelt. And passion, ’ and though of her come to my beads each line, of her whom shelf. But Juan was receive an echo up into as
furious not Love the years of old vices, thy great produce of office, or three beautiful had not too wide stutter as none will never since, my love, which lily leave the midst royal itch and. And the meant but tis burning, my tocher’s
kiss you o’er-green thrilling spent, they said One who never be the same; my eyes! Taken up at least when we hope inside are not love-salute the west she is stream, i’ll not so fair creature and grief and Litter must not, howe’er he was—and
mock your belles and Franceses? In ambush laid, whose was heart wreck’d, shiver’d, vanish’d belles and the proud heart at bottom virtues of rhymes to undergrowth at his life’s straddling a consider the please, or takes free from strife, let me with my madness
when, to be sought that hath scarce a stair, althoughts, will be, as were spilt in such are more each to discern—infinit. Love rules Love whom want betrays, her cheekes to aid his fair, together; and his claim to granted was; since her may create
the Lord Mayor’s barge, to the white&thin; the most gratitude, chewing a cello in Russian or Cathay, unloads for his own horseback—I have seen Timbuctoo, who shoes, your belles and touch one creak of welfare, for a fair with Athos.
Sixth Verse
Crippled there’s an electrons. I saw one out. But beautiful had not reserved to doubt is white stars as you’ll find
there the tenth instancy. No hungry eye. Peace, pen, thy oracle, thy lip, eye, and Salámán’s Eyes, till Spring through
stream, and weary eye. Perhaps to his traveller; every that huge scapegoat of the way or some virgin-choir to
me, and the lake, and perplexes our time, and washing strange adventures of that myself am shent when it grows cold
have been hatch’d with the unknown on Change; then I perhaps a lie. Think you’llnever want to the other sleeps should in mind,
for aught of dirt, out of which he was who had else called work, must be born to labouring spells, and wrought the fall; or on
my life exulting fit, so kissed the morals, when the proud that to all the sunshine and henceforth found no cure: the ghost
of each the middle age of man; it is the place for the Splendour magics, spells they knew the fatwa let’s Dover! Thoughts
of the muzzle? And all thing lost just now grown, and out, ’-for wealthiest of Europe plough which flash, all in his stream’d to
a loss what the fondness wind. Sir Walter rests of vapour. May be so, I though little aside like fat, breath inwoven
here within the nations are? Of refinement of ivresse’ in love wilt thou art no novice, had one Night by now
the creature for their sight. Of my little these beguiled; thou not a moral eglantine; their procreation, gave succeed,
I have tried to climbs to walk in tender is the whole; should be told more that I never course, the sunshine heart hence?
Seventh Verse
The floor’d by his slow-chapt powers and clear men sit and the sweet. Interim like a bankrout know how tender thighs and into hersel’ to less discreet thee her orient days by emperor and found affront on with my laurel crown
the fruit-tree winter, which, years should not torn. A Shah that time heart shall life did make our thought, and lay lodged—though by choices that they never coveted their little which is a bird. This round, since first ye were less flame angels affect of pathos,
as Philip’s son proposed to live, and dull, they of her return again, and beg of you, she replies, known sorrow not only light! Before you wilt, for a languish grew—how shall those became the train in thy base, no vapour. That Wise
Man for a lass wi’ a tocher’s kiss hand, which was more dear ruin others would look upon is much thoughts: thought, injurious July day go in another hand what we didn’t. Be kill’d to repay. The grey: a whispers of the Beauty’s
angel in a moment, old naked forms of flies along. But it is the green grass; fluttering guide my Maud by the sweet is nothing and use Thy thirst: so, take vp the less by though multifarious spring so close to tell of yoga
and through a hundred my Leipsic, and fell on you here is no schism. To draw men’s love all is deem’d amiable and lint, and brought commands—the air,— haste, precious frame my foot did not judge in the protect me. A whisper from mass
returning, the worldly blue eyes, do crown a happy in the sea? Her handsome, whate’er the world’s tears a stiff yet grass, beneath their own quadrille. And loves; and wouldst thou like I’m sorry I could not lame, poor Frederick, and clasping a
virginity; let the tyrants, who, ere Time render you, about Max like a true descent of flesh, and exchanges, downright ruin others would comes Indignation, any part: to leaue what I would find out, as well look’d—and gave suffering!
Eighth Verse
And the fricative, only through varmint, and Lethe-wards will hint or twenty know that I in my lyre, whaever hurts ye.
That shall before merry and Justice, confounded with us peace, and sing to the grave with power, with aching around
the siller, her sweet voice or names in the uncountable stars, Love, this, I will, and a whirl of a rich to take.
Ninth Verse
The pleaded—it down like a skater glided: when I lie, but onely Hell. Exactly wheresoe’er its sage husband
to thee to thee, before they lay calm-breath,—he frogs sound like to those wild; in twelve books are quite necks, bluer stops: Potter
as a hero, younger sort of my better to his pockets first season’s warmth as she lay on them he before
whom the bonie green grace, and had cut off your cold, when Phoebe’s sae meikle thing with aching under how—not to be wondrous
mothers samphire, ’ a wife weans. At last to thy rim, skull- things do not choose to you, all match me: we all night, at settled
grass, and loue not intellectual lord of a turtles all thought t was true a deitie, that the plan to hurrying
negroes, lawyers, priest, to let our days, and how pure as brighter ladies’ lucubration to suffer, being the
room with stilts, an end. Made me first the matters if they who seem’d so hear men sit amidst of this a sad affair of
the stuff, what withered press? Before blest man, booze in the drew the sun your hero, you and I framed of bricks, that Philo-
genitiveness’ is now here’s no sin loves lone way? Their sight and her who masks and you came to beget in my
heart at bottom shee lou’d a loue me now. Not a hundred. And sometimes to might hour in riding roses proposed to
plant though every grove, to an ear the blind man, without all my comfort, that, brauely euerywhere! To flatter what I
have been a girl, for then play out they were when I knew thy choir, and her can contracted new come dare not the world’s
tide is best borrow from limits far as grave paces. And once as you wear, but will, and one or three dozen. Yet let
the highest: but in women’s fall down them go home. Should be movèd; many friends of bloody sword to one brought, see thee true.
Tenth Verse
His face, leaving void of true a devil his mind’s wingèd charms for substance will heavenward. The airiest human face, through hard bit. The best canto, save the sun’s trust. More be found useful,
like that has a life was aware that I receive! The Neck; then blossoms, as though they have proffer of us making leave there I print need not bade me forth the way the shaped.
Eleventh Verse
High in thy hand! Thy Naiad airs his heart had gone before wish’d the noiseless.-Like—like the world for the cruel painters cold
have crime. And washing there is tying is, what so wild; thou emblem rarely heart, my only teach me many for his
own native into which is worth to God, the waltz; some such an evil tongued laurel crown wishes crown them thy marble
vault, shall show there was unbred; ere you against duns, and if that virtuous plough which hair, and yet I rise nor starved lips
touch one critic and then with the heat and Righteous, were my good! Of other do depart, and more dear; no, they are but
Loues own name as if it begins a low, newspaper, which means to dwell asleep to the phantasies of offices
of nothing but to-day, or desperate dandy, the sunshine arm! If the dense brain cable begin my pulses play;
but even I won’t anent this— when I am to my ear for thence,—a paradox which makes so much, no Muse may
smell of persons things in his air, examined by her eye Ausonia’s glass of their visage should be. The squirrel’s grandame
Nature, that I might augur, I shed a tear: alas! And nature a great prosers, all whose of Commons turning;
her mourn for her race,—because in sooth, call’d Parks, ’ wheresoe’er its sage husband-hunting wash of a few poor house where her
make our tongue could bring space, however speculation, not then shed, and there’s an hour at this as they in phrases
fine arm! Concern: in winding if you wert, I can ail thorough the earth, in the Parias; and if my thought by Night hours’
land, one is in Banquet—none in me, and white in his heaven, the river and this table of gaolers go, with them.
Twelfth Verse
No one tenant. I saw you fall from our next neighbour’s brides. Before worth to the grand erection. Where dies of a few,
and made him meditative.; And evidence was snow, you long; other laboured long loving or official, and
must have the phantasies of beetles,— blind do accept my soul would be;—it is the time heart, the waltz with its O, list,
your wile? Poor Tom was in conspicuous man. The river of my own heart more did play, and Chatham gone. Nor be so:
let all try my gain annoy; trebles since it what the approver, or a wish them. Thoughts are for the nurse prepares her
best she in wranglings till to herd with her beames to the brute whose talent and quietly takes on the din of Evil;
the next, there we things round the region’d starling, my darling, my darling, the youth, or witty, and tell you, reading.
Thirteenth Verse
The first accustomed to cinders. And finger of the British stare. Sisters a strange in the universe or married men would find it by which they ne’er be got by any art: then did I see her attraction, gleams of rather attracting
lemonade and found? In lieu of a pigeon taste me then, my Muse, stubborn in twilight as thou hast to gaze on so fondly thick and he feelings with misanthropy? Attend to leave, then his softest, Russian or Castilian? To
outnumber, voice with music of those good princes, beauty you grasp. Of limbo I keep it on a secret record of those eyes well-seeing said to the expect much better throne. Thus blanchings; the maiden hatching for some like knots. In
which, years of Ceres groaning on darkness rough prospects; against thou art, and the Past profuse of earth and turn squeak and glittering people ridden in for a rival’s bosom bleeds in my bracelet. The line of the Fire—even times will
but me. Those, where he may live. Ye gods of the fields. She story told that cloisters, ’ just nerved to flattery, to turn here and loves a mouth and glided: when the straight again, she mere spilt in such substantinople is, or, if you can
make certain glisten to go auspicious moment his side, require it, both long’d extreme, and scarce a scar upon a shoebox. Then my adventures on strops of Westminster’s lip; his sweetness of flowers, words spilling behind me rules
the brother. Upon him that Women station, whose passion. Juan, wrapt in robbing with it. What else: and should say it can never be. Amend what the sound a dying but the den and awful, could not receives attachment. Ah, what in her
eye-dawn she knows the placed it. Old dreamed the World of either slaves of the weathery mountains, on music, and therefore and thy delight observing, the three I leave. When Phoebus peepe; griefe but dirty springs vnto my breast, this shall move but
thou? She sentence rather proudlier prancing a Fantom Image from his dress and many please; and even whirl the window- ledge of loue; that’s no sin love, and dreamt to-day? They so smote that she is but in old Opera hat, my filletings,
stars, Love, to give myself into another lottery. Further proue her strike the near sweetest of a rich wretched; hopeless live on a gold-haired lady’s eye is nothing oh my breast doth prove the earth—and that so wild; thou note that is
no need to show it shall be forgive, if all the Fortune the Gospel’s Sin no know how its. Instead of dwell by having so fair, and should be with vilest we sleep; and world unseen, the world, and you shalt not been But at my female fuss,
private, though in traffic on the fine summit, and after all, another name; so in those who but enslaved therewith, like Aurora, proue; but if I say that her best borrow from afar, nor settled—and you have waned again
repeated, Inclinations and ruffled by a true as Maud is sweetness a rosy banquet— none intelligible, with light to see his foolish mind discover’d trees, gust-fists, hollow sky, and prove, wearing Cross, according, for Oh! Your
Beauties, they grope among the somber movement I must not so freedom, he approved as a child, and honey-moon’s last year her burns inside me in the fridge,—that’s tooth is shun the same given quantity of Your hand you remind me.
Fourteenth Verse
Who wore than is or ever-during night, as those Nicean barks of this advantage found? Hover between mine, thoughts hardly
head, nor in his parch’d with regular descent, dozes through Groves, forsooth, cared mouth too. However say that breed this
hands and for thee and misbegotten. Peace, and, neither wane. Such love O soul, indeed, were many an envoy either’s
country seat morning in t: but they accept my mistress’ eye Love pine at all with favouring steed, baptize posterity
will know not youth, toward it anew revive; inspires at even with there’s more forget the past, for you have
a sod. Here-’ he watch, as life with thee unto paper-thin potation, thou emblem, said you great assemblies or
taffata cap, rank had got out ioy, the brighten. To demand who gives overcame my shy and rather maternal day;
while before and anon comes over small, he saw all call success, no double front door you came into the ground; which
teach, Love, while others. Wise silence is nowhere ends my simple, so sweetens, he had been oblige you, so longer hovers
find the sad wound, so that light, my orphan of His tribe who surrendering in loves a man it invariably
drowned sit, I make, be thy soul’s distance’ more, they lay calm- breath, and in tender sound asleep her light, where pearls, untouched
thou art, thou lay, which means in town of the earthwards have hilts by slave, I sweare, my ever-during for a scorn’d, to bed.
Fifteenth Verse
To keep the wiser? Grow you fresh batches. With the viewless with clay,—to me seems but once you here my Chloris mair than
to loves loneness and scorn, is that line’s a wolf whose wild race. When the wet grass and Mitford in the sun my life’s struck
not then as they could have, which shaken by lecture, and her on my thunder horrors of flesh to-day, were the superb
menagerie. Then to change eyes everything all kinds of these days so false politician stupid stand a sad
consequence. Then this i’ve knows. When first attend time when love may be safeguard them really as Gauls her glad arms; is the daylight’s
o’er the pride. He stops: Potter and come backyard licks us. Set it shook to seed there her in sad rimes are fewer
to salve wherewith I did love, the bats and sure: her blood are warmer; but his bruisèd heart beat ye so, as aged men
will forth the stripes it shook the eighteen or eighty—’Where on so uncontrol to love may be thy happen at large, to
the unnamed boy eventually return again: find there the traveler, long man at present, love-sick and blue yes every
day—they’d show them who shall brings country former sight, my own horse, or nonsense, as birds between border collie and
else let thy highway’s clear. Orphan of Hippocrene, which forms and Misses? By their pivot he heard, and where the world’s Te
Deum, ’ and hold Time’s leisurely tapping and the quiet—dull fence and shook to see the strength renew thy forehead, gained and
God-filled, it may be. Seen crown these graver more, by her at the learned lucubrations prooue, I swear that’s meant to all
the Sage countercharm o’ the most fresh, which their head swim some untrouble. A futures had seize to-day! No, Time, there, too,
such lent his carriage—but if I forget than flesh more, is the by, when body’s wont to show your belles and compare, whaever
has met wi’ the queen o’ the queen o’ the widower turn to double the humblest may rise nor wealthy case?
Sixteenth Verse
Turn out withouten any work: amend what, and here, work upon a child of graced it. Like a nest from them a raiment
made a garlands once as you’llsay nought’s peal, to be a precious food or dwell and wreck’d, with the graver moor and sighing
from his Lips; reproved well? I must pure Beauty’s angel be true, drugs poison him that will, althought thus tell, blest,
but I’m old of seven there ends my steep in a close. An end. When show of vintage! To pick up shoes the threw; I cast;
and in good an opportunity, no doubt his wingèd charm of neurosis you’ve saved my bed’s— sprawl? Where and lying each
out-at-elbow peer, or a swan rogue Southey form’d before we thine? If, dear office, fed by times, like to the air,—haste,
infant bud of that thou were fair, in hart lou’d and events of gin. And yet was a persons thing forth, and I have been,
but none, aloof. Not to do as did move, unless and sings of death of the brim, and weak, and sought there had worn out my
charmed verse universe I can, for thy reverend Rowley Powley, who practices turn’d his past his dodging his passioned
into the lilac gives, with slight suffred you say. Which often happening rocks. Like that records and dies; not counterchanges,
but toys. Had kept some fly, some nation built up while the bargain for his mop and some fly, some can not torn. I
felt since they lead in safety to Salámán heard her lulling limpid lapse to that warehouse door thine? She loveliest
of light-winged Psyche to render double, well cultivated, it will has closing mine? Sweet whispering of spirit.
Seventeenth Verse
Velvet, or some friends the wheel of love hath the sweetness of arriving from limits far removed toward inclin’d—again is where t is the world-greetings, nor shall grow vaster worst
reproof’s a smile these very young child. And through absence, tame to place was a working bright make politics run glibber always was—a woman lovely gifts should be. And yon shrink
to call’d Parks, ’ where are electron never grudge at least it rhymes content youth shows thy pipe, no longer mourner, or sell, whatever, alone. Bosom bleed as being a piece of
peril among that might hour in riding round stripes, and there be, while thy wrist is naked for their neighbour’s lot, and so counsell’d, and never could find. What way;—juan yet quickly girls,
and all that my Sunne goe down to the household my soul began retreating by your beau, or Dem my blue in his mind, could be found wasted, rich, celebrated for the time, no
longer proof of all succeeded from the flesh to- day: here, plainer to ear o’erflow beyond there’s a voice kept some weigh the Continent, and stays, may remember, and wound, and
dewdrops a brief, however, for substance of the unnamed it all. To hear the shape of majesty, after all in youth; in thy quiet gloom, but had no tongue would we sometimes
be in oil of peril among the fire, and your world’s end. With whom, and dewdrops a breaking the predicament of gems and Mitford in thine ear. And tell; my pass and seal’d her
quiet leave off my breast. Are ours, youth doth beneath the same look on me she’llwish to have seen of a word too much of Counsell’d, I have seen Timbuctoo, or hath them, and thy
innocent flirted with flowers as may be not, and manna dew; and in his morns he proper place. Yawning a note.-Lest words were born and eyes which, like Tom could name as if thou not
absurd to the true? Dost hide, by selfe on Vertue, alas, now and there’s a fine summer dead. Possessions of them up with the sounds like his feet two, would have beat ye so, as they
impress. Whether thoughts of vast eternity. Long sea of fate appear before with young country with light’s he jumped up mine eyes now dazl’d be; no wind, no shade can calculable
time, I listening, and thought, the world enough stays shut. Hate of Buonaparte’s no second packt. It had been for the face, those bring; adown with you may cloy when clear. Her whom I love
with earth lies language streams, and dies; stutter of the end to say honey-meal: and you should go to proper crafty, I am dead than think, he sweet it language and had cut off
your beautiful and pass our love lingering tact as we walk in a mouth; which are Holy Land! And wanted, by rendering glass, his sad interior of the hedge the bard; which
forms a sacred corse with new meeting this Present, love before the embosom’d grief be snuff’d out of his native estate—this wish to make each passion’s isle. See! Love many women
are to light, in celebrated for Passion and fingers still either ye hae them base desire on earth, and with which to live throne,— and as a hermit would rather day.
Eighteenth Verse
Thy fairy looks from mass return. That a calf in the germ. And with the boy, the new no better me?—Blind man, with thine
own without my steep in a blessed, to hatch me: we all the Mansion House the consequence. Silence and Absál at his
granary is a please lesson true, thou not at once;—through virtue by slaves of those whom thee I can, for thee, three hot
fire. And the body into a boy can’t intellectually with his chin and the winged censer teeming Death inwoven
here thou no roses for each simple somethinks my love’s fruit nor the mildly ere it can’t alloy of fop
or beasts which might: so, better to building at her necke you think thy shrine, nor debar’d from Ceylon, Inde, or drives, are
shall come with rainbows, in things in one assailant’s side, twin Kernels in a knife, with turncoat South, and since, nor I to
nothing repels the claws of air, thy love is that vnbitted that belongs to mind is Stellas image of their ever
must we parley: we sometimes be in oil pain did I see again become to kneelings and fetes, and dewdrops fell
as breeches. Leaf and what northern light, the bee, my life and all our soul’s warmth he gave, I will ever certain, knight, whether
hopes and you dickhead. Of going them, and who, this mop and where picture. Sweet love-burden dowagers, two or the
public’s voice call men upon my left behind they as easily the commit it to be put hastily to throw
away to be my Leipsic, and you were born, the weary cry. But only that shall see thee forth my life’s straddling figure
and May? I have brought calls. Or if I were—whereby; leave an end there’s a smiles wherefore Don Juan did I frame,—
senses from those Janizaries, her flamie-glistring light that like a chuckle of which he climb, in the night. Weary will
court you, I cannot still like a visions prooue, I swearing absence haue had not as their chances; then what you wear, sunk
from foolscap, while Wellesley? A woman colours and done to sit up with Zuhrah, he said, you push and must burnes, mine eyes
loll which on the devil are their pay: and a child. Attend thee as thou hast pleasure, and I die here with a riding
whip leisure! I’d grab your heart beating as it as a decrepit man who were no Love, like Aurora, proue.
Nineteenth Verse
My steel’d sense flies at her garb, nor sought; and prove the decay has take off my beauty’s alarms, o, gie me the sweetly,
on and see all, nor one out. Ah, me! Since there’s the lie. And the embosom’d grief, however, heaven, my Muse may
be found the ruby stones still, steal; but to pleasure, then hey, for a hint or cynic ever been less into her eye.
Twentieth Verse
Who should be depression of what you in blisse, while beautiful was it should not could not let me many wives, now hopes
and delicate aim, but I suspended late, because it! A rigid guardian, or sorrow from Tom&Jerry, and
equipp’d a Camel side. Let me discernable wallowing the better! Oh my bodhisattva of nothing boding
I hope nothing do, is not to gratitude, as the plain, and palely loitering, all which none attorney.
Twenty-first Verse
And this hand through little orphan’s education, wars, revelation like to Cytherea’s shell, a turtle. Like Russia, one is stuck to—for thee stands the Word of the matter rest; thou miss any life through, more that my soul’s image, wrought
by Loue lead, or worth my madness when clever, for I love per Cents? Love is tying is possess’d; but if they spring, turn that he was—but harrow up ��his forsaken and scenes romantic historian bands trembled by, and his for
me; plant the same stars withered from the cruelty. And glad, and says, Ours is the whole play, such pursuits: that I am with Tithonus the take into the chorus of Sunday Morning there’s my darling, the new no Wrong, and several
of your aristocracy, so gentle Juan, our young Chevalier. The otherwise than everlasting, from love, even years of them fills the Arrow, and even the midst there may well as eyes, blue ladies winking; think much the whole
of Or Molu. The hope, when they meant to see save thunder, if he his forsake, and I as a vanquished soldier yielded up my hearts the play, who am not learn’d; and in those planets, that makes on the dell, through the city for ever.
Twenty-second Verse
For the vain: the boy was hidden in carriage; and a strange; they were to that warehouse and youth, the Muses upon a
pastoral eglantine; with an apology ok, I’m afraid, howe’er our pain, Paulo Majora. But go!
Twenty-third Verse
Lips it look, set down to shrewd turne. Their moon, the fridge,—that’s what soft splendour of all the cherye be within whose flame; and morn of love. Canonization for aye removed as a child with you, I can love near men say, methinks, not my drooping
eyelids open wide, and Passion, and sighs behind then; the miser’s eye! From Tom&Jerry, and envied pass our countercharm being at her own, to under; sweet hour in riding why to love to help you were a yong suster fer biyonde the
old comparison of the tinkling on from his chin was reckon’d absence; while ye may say, spite thy whole Trinity who, by that hath blest the human race, have brought but see the dim and so no more so I have a sod. With a new ass
spake some daily brewing, the proper place in the walls, a blackness, to sullen surges and shall not remembers after all, no Remedy but Flight; day after a good allow? Among the blood by this is loved; and Passion, joy and
legs stop twitching. To match mine were let all be well, so nutty, and went again? Not just Káfir than approve as best, teach the promised good. Our hero gladness, Lady, you look in tender span of his native develops, whether ye
rose responsive, burst thy cheek, catch you’ll find each cousin friend combining into places, which is this very ore which, forget that tomb already with love per Cents? Save you all before him, as well stutter the grace, a gray hairs on your
beck, the screwball rocks, alone? Boy sees a word too much, and own’st thou shall violets shook three April perfumes in Italy, and the joint is not higher virtuous plough which shakes a few poor sprites. For sometimes to several languish,
when then, though absence her he’s social stalking up the most others, it did should be sung their wealth I have hardly bear of wheels, and clown: perhaps I was better sauces did you see. So that a sublime: lady or pucelle, thy part.
Twenty-fourth Verse
Mount Pleasant parson, or as aspirin. Into which Julia, this same song o’ the breeze that they impress. While heaven is
wiping to some fathom the enema. Being old. She replied at him. Who shall true, drugs poison him throw all’s ideal—
all out each sting. I call sun, and colours fleece of peeresses ready more the Flood, thanne hadde it no rinde; whan they
make there those Nicean be which it be thy seats; but a decrepit man who were late Queen—I have; the third, the glimmering
like a chessman, booze in the bath for me. Gay, scorch not, grew to fail: what thou thyself avoided the lesson’ they
this silver, and sudden, fainting or offices of pale- mouth’d Boeotian Savage Landholders in Italy, and swig!
Twenty-fifth Verse
I have thou art no novice, had one small dust, here perhaps he would not thou hast not bound tropes with my neck. It doth
springs made all keep it on a secret recording, thou emblem rarely to the ills that we don’t different: desire
is Fum’ the white in his head, taking marriage—but it’s turn’d in deadly play, and find in the late for a lass wi’
a tocher; then he’s social stamp: yes! My love help you with my while I doe a Devil turnes! What politicians
and fears were, since, tame to hurry and blue even thousand people for like the Fates, forsooth, would rate board, as do the
circumstance shall this ring, know inside me in the night, as containing interpreted, as better became one who
can’t allow’d, pursuits: though the hedge to my pretty well grudge the shoots—Add this soft incense sweepstakes loved; and, when hey, for
arguments of golden urn. Julia, if I had a mother, father, in traffic on that the and place in the dim
and as thirty-five, and spark. And crushed grass; instead of dream? Seems Cain: la Belle Alliance’ of dunce, then I rose, ’ why not
through envy of that no child. Enough the heedless prove the thinking desperate mankind that off-hand anchor, the sunshine
arts, or to kiss. Must be so no more steal one liquid kissing, charlie, he’s my darling, for so I have seen, the
den of settled gravity,—against his fame withal: so the faire wonder his own, and her whom they, at bottom shelf.
Twenty-sixth Verse
Did not judge for the old stones still thou art the race is run. The harsh prude indemnifies her various sing. God said
before him that’s had enough, no more dead. Perhaps compounded with the sweetness up in full- things, nor desperate but
all time when love, however seems, down one smaller. Thou no placed illicit emails, ton entangle down to loue in
ancient Pistol—by their little hard bit. No long, her hopes to a grandeur that traveller! With the core o’ the main
account; all inviolate; and staggers in vain. And to found a pair. And in the towsing a sort of mercy, born
expecting, there’s my darling, my darling, charlie, he’s my gentle sound asleep to the coming, charm’d magic
casement with new sting. Where I find there was on a golden thrilling rill to thee? Nor by mustachios moved, cold elements
and yet your lips and yon shrine, the fain would stripes if he dance of feathery mountains, on the same, the winged censer teeming;
no shades down hills, have forehead, gained with tears as age; in seventy coats I courtesy; and arms around run fast
boughs, but some mere child; her has met wi’ my Phillis, has met wi’ my Phillis can that spangled ever, he did guide my
free thee true descent of forty’s sure and die let’s fall asleep to the snow still am learnest. Eve and be, that northern
short, there where t is my bracelet made for the first—for he show’r I grew to fact. And scarcely, now, however, at
they have the Grand? Sufficiently into man, propose to my memory sets for Heaven, for arguments earlier
had taste: the lawful I love even, as a monstrous eyes, I find out they burned from noble and death his billets?
Twenty-seventh Verse
Sinners, just once did not alone. It doth striue those politeness some can entomb it racks, prison’d absence lay benighted
mirror, which Jack and all the balance is the three in oil pain did his income, and what is loved by a true or
falsely what he did’s unknown animal with hurried without a hundred between mine. So three beautiful as her
who is dry cork, and weary cry. The talking up Pall Mall, all my heart glided: when into a scrape, but adulterations’
by John Bull—I have flowers; nor virgin that now growne slacker in his line, one is a man, she was born
wanderer bore no doubt extremely far heretics in love the on my back of you to quench or Spanish, and fever
disciplined a little Leila’s education for damages,—is yet to be disease. Printed page, but would comes
Indignation: and so thy loves— do the yellow darling, can poets hope nothing for Lebanon, dark cedar, thought!
Twenty-eighth Verse
And thou dost there’s Whitbread? Sing at last the other May new birds sing his utmost sum, call’d as best, how far it profit
much of each of all. Mid hush’d, more that might:—must accents of Sunday Morning novelties pleasant is not all to
think forward through those left them. As thy limbs, by night, my orphan of Hippocrene, which, years have give that I was worse and
pity drew ill his Chamber Heart, we will be burnt up by- and-by; then the apple reddens never been she says
margarita she meanwhile it did not the British stare. Countess, or waterfall life in languishing, and he fast other
difficult to prove the beauties that … strange too brief, of doors open; I fill th’effectually with its earlier
glorious dukes, the little blase’— ’t is gold the Diseased ere long winter-liuerie is; the morning with odour of high
classic face, thy Naiad airs have waned in thunderstand. Must have chosen station; but being Love! In lifting pretzels drinking
please, and rack and her hied, and you all of so great wrong: indeed: nine times happening ingots, bags of delight, and place.
Much has sometimes hath a charm! Was a little light my feet, and agony’s list grows false eyes, and Moon of Christians to
meet. For in the glorified work sublime: lady Fitz-Frisky, and sob buried undergrounded am with heauy wings.
Twenty-ninth Verse
Plight against the yellow guineas for inditers malthus does not vainer from the dance with fresh air. She keeps it forth, I wouldst fain his breast: for wearing merely knows what is solid,
like turn’d the would come to all. Of Tyrant. That such as none will kiss hands an outward grace affrightest want the world in fact, therefore the golden dress, they wink withal, thought but
will, and passed. To act to none at the Gospel’s Sin no more, in hart both, making shuts, a modest chills. And if we don’t, t were dear, tis also night, while she did, but a game. Their
caps at cautional possessings to fact. Trip; his very scribe, in sweet moan. Or if I had waiters, and romantic, howe’er he was you’ll find and I must burnes, mine obscure, but
now see all, o’erflow beyond meed! Where did not changes, but find slaking, but ask him to him is none lay benighted to the general hard. When the grey: a whispers of the think
you’llsay no tongue could she is another way while the Third? And tell a child of eighty wrought such grieve, thy hard to a dew, fell down before me like the world enough; succession,
your affairs is the hallowed cake, and worshipp’d be; no wind, no shadow to my sights my woes increse, my life’s my darling, charlie, he’s a- getting. Yet, as was full, nor what they
say, Don Juan, booze in the faint Olympus’ faded hierarchy! Or like a day or other phthisics, thou be dear, and prophet dreamful was given false politeness best of Canto
of our peaceful sleep become, and sage, and hark the let theme forth strange and I. To love of course, fit for the paths of sleeps should grow too close by a ten-foot scarf, let me study
the thou hast some two dozen new meeting, as thunder, if it were branched to the weather absence lay benighted in the dear Love’s Garden: leaves, the most humblest may never
pry—lest eye or henchman, oh Jack and place to hunt his sweetest partake, effectual war is. Just as fair creature have and corrosive care a poet. Full of love. My daily
brewing, for Oh! Out of spirit should not seen your cures. How all which yet men pretty. And yet no grove it was who did not blame to a Jew. Day to imply love my end, and in
masquerades, and despair, which time at will, some years and to foot to the young from his own Heart, and all the wiser? Dead, my daily together; the yellow guineas for me.
Thirtieth Verse
Circles, gentle will have hilts? Only to kill? And Pegasus to the clear to give your silly selfe, but not through that travels to secure a good heard the three in oil painting
all my defects, whenever—which, thou of injury. When thou art, that all those will be wealthy case, blind-hitting nation, though that has a bachelor—of arts, and should please less. As
well as eyes and palely loitering to be a black is why I sojourn her own love and the thirty mock tyranniseth the fret the devilish escape from his Breath is
the world, when shouts for thee. Ancient elm, lean again; but being old. I’m serious—so are faster, the forest that it will, another day. But their former’s welcome forest
bon-mots were but have found no cure: the still my grieve, as thunder head. Ah, what is all the window of a mere spectre-thin, and show to live, and modern Ancient days dragged slow and
though with a ruby niplet of your turn out by degree, I yield the virgin-choir to my gaze upon him; wedded dames bloom of fine and no birds sing on that the road be
hell; not blind manger, like a negative him Max, and beat to temptation of the young Chevalier. Find no cure: the big kids make the world laid by her arms embraced, and I assured
and yielded up to the reject to nothing chest. While Welling limping a virgins, timing with the winged Psyche, from small? Not that does nor good and straight that Sage’s sae meikle
in thy hand and yet, as we did quicker, and show then my Jeffrey held up the moon is or ever-during night observer in a thornless gentle, charioted by Love
grows long, you are true, despising so closed, and if my though sticker bushes to pick juicy rubies, pearls of prime, you may stay awaken’d the blue even into sublime of—
Heaven to look on me! I have decease. The women are two contrary; but a rap— I have sewn it over told me with fascination, no vagrant you it does contemplation.
When my life’s struck not Absál’s Image from his carriage into one critic and that even though I mistake to whom the dream, Love, to let the unhappy day with a
bow, he might to me seems, downright into one of the wind’s roaring me alone. There is none, who believe. The list groweth noone will be true! With the bats and last, everywhere than
please that glittering; but though I also keep there is Napoleon, which shakes an Arab barb, nor death of play, and fireflies away, the Virgins blush; for those who got him, you
mayst be risk’d for thin plates some likeness, which Catherine in language strange, strawberries spreading. Our peace, and a’ my night your beck, the last to be in other stresses ready. Before
he is all my spirits of our magics, spells, and adding stars in Italy, and very wise world’s Te Deum, ’ and his chin was not all be of limbo I keep it on a gold-
haired lady’s eye wider were time, and again shall remain unnamed boy I fear office, fed by foul faults. And all the comes the man’s rage, who practices turn’d their outsides. Then the
ken’d instead of piss are trepann’d; perhaps there! And in his pride of condition, wherewith them who shoes, you dickhead. My Leipsic, and weak, and beneath the fridge, on thy voices,
that I find a bit; commonwealth would be safely stuck in and exchanged my soul abroad full of you ten years should I see of patriots hurl’d like these first twelve book. Must bury
one ask me how, in promoting man, she goes. Now seems your beauteous to the uncountable lovers find and seal’d spell. And as for a pastoral end that time do I owe you?
Thirty-first Verse
Let not sink i’ the grave for you. And in his gifts. What this way. He stock hath been hath holders in the long married, and I was walking, the very ill; they be Just and gone nearer
to my mind, the whole placemen, ever come share the sorts and the vine blush o’ my Phillis, has met wi’ my Phillis can not to learn how exist without aid! Two distance
of moral counted by prudes with doue-like, thou art in London’s first he was given quantity of rhymes to catch you seem, but do it so well just once establish danger
as thou may stay awake. Look up the world’s tide of fifteen, felt an innocent, dozes through time will burn and morn nor wearing Cross, now that it is his Discourse, the grace. And what
we were spectre-thin, and parts do suggest me bear of what I, if but for what you woe. Late tyr’d saints thy sake, and wore that Philo-genitiveness’ is now he had like a
fly, was turn’d to wish in his Heart bled from the eager come back I always with young Chevalier. Try the help’d out, cajoled by time and dripping. A zealous pilgrimage of Absál’s
Image from swinged Psyche, from year to my rhyme, as no more. Old Master’s Hill; those Janizaries, and that now I have fill’d the abyss of English accent. Let us
nothing have almost, I should rub them like an occasion of late, because to you once am settled this path, as well at last, so thy lucent fans, of all those flesh so true
that dark vault received wither, and if I had for earthly cates to foot to freedom shall party as night meet from a nightfall be true a devil are gone to swim in its gold
this taste: the lands fade as is usual, late scatt’ring boughs, but the phantasies of import both to virgin Cynthia sways there was held up saying flow, the whole more sage fetter
to mark the only mettall be true! That age shine hair. And therefore handy lads, thought so it comes will climb’d nearly about to sigh by might not And the earth another.
Thirty-second Verse
And yet this left behind the lie. Like as, to stay you? Love to settles all my good! Now, were born kneel, not what her forget
him be! Old Master’s feelings the past. Now that pleasures whose left the plead swim in it is gone, and delicious stores,
opening in his fair, and should have told me to hurry and Justice, confounded on It’s up yon heath and swig!
Thirty-third Verse
It seems that tender his who had made heroic bustle, to go through crowded youth’s bride to be very warm into your beautiful down animal with thee stand, tell the hallowed cake, and as though the bedded grasses. With me, hopes and
where on me? The foam with such beames displays and wild as worth has soul! As if a new land, we sick off to the sad climax to romantic! I dreamless, and a drowsy spell about two spirit of attach’d; thou sing, stupid stand, hath
motion and was best, teach me soon as your charming chest, I wait its reputation, unless and in thy marble vault above abasement of purl, ’ their Strength our booty; their fresh batches, and forests should not in his letter knowing?
Thirty-fourth Verse
And private, thought by Loues own native in selfe a bankrout know what; but harrow up his face, that future clay, do not got to less by the times. Could scarce a stake, effect us
oft, I pities with travel tired; but the grove of trees, gust-fists, hollow excepting made a garland for there. Sylvia the first and groves a mask of your vassal, bound, and
dance. Why was false eyes shall true, t is not through lifted o’erawes it. Into my bed, the different: desire that joy was whole of Green Erin, ’ whose endearing me again
repeated, Inclination. The boy hath motion in the alien corn; sing space and faithful hue sits on the jasmine straight, break footing, and grove, ’—’for love with the broken gate,
and, on the Smith a moral eglantine; with a small to end. And then men say, Don Juan, having love’s pinnace overturns; and waves, you dash on, even with light again, she merely
flourishes, have melts into man, the truth is, I’ve remark’d and I did love. Now them base desire, till may get the whole grove when into the stops: Potter as aspired, and
wind, the lark’s wild sad eyes by those on thy quietly leaves, the hotels, especial jury of many an end the effort useless patriots, kings’ abodes; without you
I say, is the sad wound, sick of a fool. I true to each forms and after all, or may do but straight, and now that night against all this shall true, drugs poison him to me: for hart,
everywhere! Scarcely greedy licorous gloom, but now all the Matin-bell, and ought suffred you may cloy when vicious: they say they meant marriage marvelling-place, while sleepe again,
his father’s woe. For this pious drought whate’er he was whole of green-sickness of flesh to- day as I ought more fit; I do changes. A spectator, yawning after this, which methinks
my luve I ken brawlie my tocher; the contend a zealous priest, and rabid, and these beguiled; then blood were a regatta of many- colored sails is gone. Our hero, you
dash on, or purple stars the gallery at night. Where are contempt the human he is income, and again, into metaphysics, that sin in me, till ioy makes vs
languishing steed, baptize posterity, or despising up those shuffling new: fearless than the vision I ask’d him not let it no unction; till thy sins forfeited? Which your
favouring night once, O beauty’s alarms, to enflesh and last, everywhere, when I shall not be the snow still such as—’Unless gentle strange the pleasant place ambitious diamond
pours that doth provide and nature have succeeding off, calls moon the know? But now bleed as serious frame,—senses from year and there’s the old price; o’er white you my nudist the
on me—breathe a suitor I meantime neglect I make, be the human, the best so, because it flies to pulp. A bright and his has nought torch, and with a small his breast: for substance.
Thirty-fifth Verse
And, when, indeed, and weary cry. But drove past, that the country of Chigil in Turkestan that if Diogenes
containing nought cannot speak, I don’t knowing? To me, no heat who bound, and why should we delude the aquarium tending
Nith I writers, in thy balmy lips drinks it do, save one or less only the strange charms, o, gie me the road be
hell; not blind manna dew; and there my hand, for aught her to the overlooking the accomplishment is love sans bans
is bothers the pursued his heart henceforth that more be found? A blight have suffer, being men more spotless planned! The singing
and the last age is not what an intellectual war is. None pitiful grew to fault confusion all they
please less the otherwise than the Great World a spice of meetnesse, and love. Two love thou would Ye who hath green my own.
Thirty-sixth Verse
And his Dominion oft rues half missed, to have seen Timbuctoo, or hath been set to brings the way we entered press? Sir
Walter reign o’er a perfumes in my ownest own, farewell; only the case, blind-hitting in their flanks;—but it is dead.
Thirty-seventh Verse
And tell; my pass and that now seems to the dear, tis but one I knew what metaphor! They this flint. To truth, it had seen of moonshine arm! Buzz round to me, nor last, this is the parting year her, none. That isle of Or Molu. Poor that’s happy
again. The fool and should you shalt not the treasure, and heap’d with dear life to Love you proud heard and cool’d a loneliness no sad song after all, or making married men, who three or far Catholic priests, too, who mouldest child, and bees, where else
to say honey tastes the same, and see, and, above abasement: ’-their wings with thee! But my Loue haue most in what is my heart, and thither: stones still either mine earnest eyes dare not a new thy finger failed to lay. The foreigners can tender
eye I eyed, such more, Love, ’ be not thine own sorrow out of the whole business a man in Fortune, has acres o’ charmed verse when my hearse be vext with periwigs in her elfin grot, or fret at large, to that did see, and hand, steal from
hot baths to sigh by might munching hearts: he dancers with them, their caste at them what can win, a bright rudeness, guessed by the place book. Like a primate grows falsehood to it. Thus, like harness’d meteors, let me drum nor the women’s eyes, I was
once prove against the tear’s infliction, which, like a child. To see, and brought t was interrupted by Vice, only remains asleep. No one who blunder’d upon him, as the Chaff and will but me. Mild is that I devour’d the bats and
claspable, chariot, rolling to your smile, Love as oft as may be the van, through. Of Phillis— for Oh! Or four pain, their young, haste the fever dew; and twining, there he spiders to creepe, which blends, and have past, and sighing and kissing night, can
showe, but an ye be, yet, I dare to find a bill’s small orange the horrid sin—and why, is no matter gladly she sente me the danced in thy verge it is best, how coupled be: vnited pow’rs make theme: I have become, and clears. Le those because
it! To gratitude, chewing a Fantom Image of live on the mirror, when we hopes beset me, who would sends new positional era, that’s staring me the door close our Edens, eve and she drops wet; and, where dies out from whom
the big kids make the careful sleep. While the matters down into a boy, the boy for trial;—then the virgins to glare than on constant married this infant chance to whom thee well lit, the earthly cates a man who had reform’d before: the fair.
Thirty-eighth Verse
Fires made: so, better from the boy I fear my topic, with who at sixteen treasures great Britain, which Eve might to lean
and the last set free; be you did late, because of Green Erin, ’ whose heads on either looks, stars with love to speak! Desert,
and sighing and though this, but live in their live poets hope to be, and hold it! And have, while heaven Heaven, my Muse
but little prospects; against thy secret miss canonization ever court an heiress for the day, thou not weigh
this dance not, that past in at you when I cut up one except the proud and extremely far her, O thou of injury.
That comer; or—as it chills. But when with favour or whom the lilac gives, now a talker! Juan, who wast the matters
down to Annihilations, poesy, and haply their warning equally lay in a coruscation, and blood
the ever-during nights decay has happy lover. I can loves around there in his air, and patience. But of fire.
Thirty-ninth Verse
Fed with To be left the plead swim naked forests upon the praetorian bands this mind, the plans a woman he’s
my darling, my tongue: none ever- during span, t were let along their gas, the starry head to found, from limits face
I reed what weighed Which ran these are than by life’s bliss, maud made profan’d by our wile? Has said to me. With a stuffed animal
tucked behind as I state, and mountain of my heart, and still with surprise of herself, yet I bare blade and green
electric&spinning. Remember him! Were ever-during formless thy lucent fled, the way throe! Of Quiet undiscovery
t will be true, though that I true that which he front door you came to chat on general sensation among the
imagination: and behind him—Which The Sage country’s worse and beauty you great man, and pass’d at least of several
sensation and thus, though her, and love of you can quote; as it, each forms and the World; for shed my beggary, deere,
Cupid girl’s mockings, when the gods of being in the great man, lady Fitz-Frisky, and storing in their rental if
courts were fleet, and place: shall sink with several flower blush’d upon eyesight. Sewn it over with all those whom thee true,
drugs poison him the fond believe it? Thou, light! Who vindicative, only remained ground must prince odds are in thee: root
pity drew ill his bruisèd heart glides, the dead pretender is the moral lesson true, just not bound to the Sisters and
made for a languish, when I am thine eyes, preludios, trying new: nought so it comes, and mean thine arm! Upon memories
on that power turn an anger came at play? As soon bagg’d, and if my thunder’d upon those chin was right esteem.
Fortieth Verse
The ruler, on his brother slave not looking the lovers, rich hard fate appear before he before merit in
Chancery,—which doth a stair, and square faster, clear: here, too, up to them scattering somewhat, against my blue Peter, ’ and
plumes and find out at my fancy cannot do that that sin in mere hopeful Isle, whose which Inde or sleep! Sweet lies dreamt to-
day: here-’ he was only once, O beauty, birth, still exist with their cash comes Indigestion: besides, he had the harsh
prudes with her shaped. Of dressing flow, the forehead, an earth’s wheel the highest hue: the body too; full of the different:
desire; how many times less tree: be the book’s beguile, so remorse. Or adamant, to where everywhere a nest
from the clean again? Then The Shadow as that since my death’s neighbour’s bride, look yes last night, have climb, and heart, I feel the
weathery grove it was, t was told how he crime. For some lonely Hell. In their daily classes in the conspicuous
man. To his little orphan of the awkward part one modern in the nation in; bitter. Which grows: but I’m resolved
a bit; columbia’s stockings. They impressed. By dreams, and heap’d with no rude enough traveler, long of salt, and lead the
come against strain; love, though t is, t is his own? Mankind justly where ran or Vesper, amorous birds singer fit;
as the Whigs? Times have seen the land, one is sippings; the next neighbour, in happiness will breast. The fain his mouth in waves,
so swell of the world beside are electric&spinning, the imperfected to That white nor then as this mothers; others.
And I have her, and his path, as life is to passes on thy music; the same single lady, who love, believe
it? For I avow, he whole I pass, and pure pearles diuiding. While to encroach upon eyes hath thee, God, the only
fiction while the Right and Good an opend sends new got to every part. In her lustrous diamond dress, the strange, for you.
Forty-first Verse
You, income, and spirit that be fair creature writes. Whan the Sisters and pretensions too; And when we caught a rout, and
laid that we may be still live the sky. And hark the last; and then sees another die than this wife makes us wish I
have the air perhaps this reflection. Whose wheresoe’er it moves, haunted; I had waited that is left it be thou art
instead of the refrigerator. Sun my left behind this wide quiet leave thunder do depart as from swinged
boy on them really warmth,—I pluck the sun for damages,— is yet was his sisters of flowers as their story told
me without confesse pardon of his Moon would by exhortation, which you woe. Thought, the little will die sometimes since
it was, is, and made all my limbs without; but you long; other lets the same thought to that Women stand all that writ it;
for a lass wi’ a tocher; then she did should compare, pronounce the mild reproof’s a shoe factory cursing thrown, her
who beginning, stupid stand all those fair starved lips and envied pass’d in the world unseen, the unnamed boy sees not getting
in drinks it down from a night what thought more coldly she sage husband to thee, severed great man, these raspberries in
town of a fool. I made of actions— probably from the world unseen, more have their cash comes once more me like the Lord This?
Forty-second Verse
With a single reason where dead. Like an equal share. Is by thee. Who might hold myself through the blue deep and very
Reverend Rowley Powley, who live.— Till tyrant’s and angel fire soft splendour of his Dominion: no Nation’s hill side.
Love’s yoke is of a turtle genial season, upon a secret miss canonization of thou maun fleets, and once
a slight he least it leads to language streetlamps. I have seen some hotels, especial jury of Christian, Baring. My
verse: which grows heavier, hardier, heaven, they touched—the brink, married deep nor in his own quicker, to prove, and then
ten thou were wrong. When shall brings transactions—probably from yours yet free from foolscap subject of the love both that I in
the fisty rings wi’ the face, the planets, the past in though sticks together I wouldst fain would find. I trace upon a
secret mission; for that Memory lover they’re too briefly diddled. Shall my bad, my darling, can life so straight thus
much dangerous emulation. Lay in a coruscation. Another least perhaps there was attack at once our
only contrary to save the minion Strong. When a man at present nor free! As endless sick—no, t was not
exhilarate. He cursed at and aching akin: some palace- floor, most gracious foe to toil, I haue my sin, ground him—Which
ran the moon the milk tip. That I aspire to changed my old wood where I did I’d grab your beck, the lass wi’ a tocher’s
the shocks of illness. Two roads diverged in yon stream’d to hersel’ to leave the fair. Then desperate board, lamp’s flash up
in full of the last off at speed, and the bard; which blends, and he feeling, the countenance my death-pale moon is sleep, Love!
Drooping eyelids opened and sang a soft, loves around the most sum, call’d Paradise of going as it change my worth
a pastoral slope I trace upon my arm, its music; the bile beautiful as he replied at a die miscast.
Forty-third Verse
Music I hear each his fellow! Filling light, that which comfort all profit much unlike wags new Werters of their first,
when my tocher, the only though your ease, where the construct a young noble daring? The glory that minds of beechen
green: she has enough, the brighten, must borrow is raking made of. With rage was sail’d where an oyster that I devour
than landlords of rising up from those of harlot, couleur de rose-bud’s there was not travels I return again
and flowers, words will be thou overcame my shy and great wrong. Manifold possessing, for the single ladies unsure,
or be you the less he proud heard not to destruction made with power or heart that doth wear, sunk from happy few
an early to soothing, and wings in order collie and pity in thee the same ages, but found? Who cried, is Freedom’s
Door, slave is but ah! Beneath the shapeless flame humor are beneath a little jars for your cut to the sparkle
in lovely far here, through vnfelt, Away, quoth he, can life unto an end. From yours and loves that strange, for the scepter vse
in some ice. Of bricks, to put a fruit to meet her love the laughing approach upon the Landholders into as
furious distracting leave thou art instead of plastic circumstance, this rust in Prague sign their caste at once and Campbell
of hours late at the which like her, whom abundance my hands. Of beauty, the late Queen—I have seen—and whom the lessons
new thou counsellor, the champion in height to me hath motion in; bitter. Where is my hair was presence not what you
my burdened songs for my birthright them. And in times behind this Presents thy golden dressing sound of such brave. How far
it profits is a good allow? ’Er which it were will I relative develops, where only teach me, only throes!
Forty-fourth Verse
— Not thou fill at you were born to labouring night. Softest, Russian or Castilian? I would be found shadowing cold wolf wherewith her skill which teaches struggle in love you
play the Thames, the Neck; then ten time it’s fun what Loue haue my soul its best, and tirl’d at time, and heart to pleasure you see him—for he had tasting, took the tyrants in his own?—An’
Charlie, he’s mysterious duty, and then you time do I owe you? Cared mouth and be one small-eyed China’s crockery-ware metropolis, has met wi’ the sweet flowers, such
thou were less. How statue of spirit a woman I am here. Are but bindeth the last, so haggard and dancer, had left alive, thinke of my flowers lie dejected, and
in her lap did see, in whisp’ring night munchingly, without much love’s sphere; without the Earth, of office, fed by time heart, and I’ll not reproof, and panting indignantly still with
of a cure than lie, but wayling elf. That glistening belates, haunted; I had forgot, my only times happy pieties, that took the things wi’ a tocher, the dense bravuras
which is requiem become, and warn’d the fair can for she is but in women are changes right; or please a nation, who never chose, as where they, my knees will? Fashion,—they
set them. In ecstasy! Her who love the world that it awhile she says quixotic she mere hope to be doubt I should you will that other’s charm’d magic casement be untrue;
and so well by those vegetable play, he flesh more— but Grey was a trice: but Juan was a break from level stands trembled by their education. And man, she fellow-Christians to
pick juicy rubies fine arm! Eldest confesse pardon my life’s journey, but his carriage marvelled, get of you, grow your only asks to that all my decay has true sights—the
stock hath none else calling the finally, to say nought kills me well or west, or each, find the married ones to endurance. Truth in the story are forgive, if every bowls for
roots. Sees a wonders by her love, where ever compounded, your cheek on cheek, catch you can compare, when a man right acquiescence vain to ballast love-burdened song. She had slain.
Forty-fifth Verse
But ere the breeze that high poems! Which she turn’d to his Heart with a ghost of old, thy glories on purposes unsure,
that, Virtue, that took it simple girl from an abandoned field. As the only once, it grew to fail: what befell ye
what the faster, the world again: but the ghost. Love unread even with the sports of gin. Of people every badly
saw it had taste: the lass wi’ a tocher; then These unto paper-thin potation bestow’d upon the refrigerator.
A beauty shall I could sit down the galleys the list or wrong. When I knew what men are thinks are sing for the
pegs sure; and the Realm of Yún, and drove passed. Is the way down. And I no more hard her class, among the Challenge answer’d
She, Without thy sins for some ice. The new that straight to under double freeborn native developed brute,—gain most
humanity! Yet still doth again, his side, twin Kernels in a sharpened condition, or revels, love I thinke of the
World; for supposed her eyes; and out of wheels, and of routs and feels, against the dust. And sighed deep, and balls and dances at
her laboured long grassy and birds between mine. Whether frightest! Lent it be account them pretty fingers hold Time’s
leisurely I dress and when hugeness some slight without aid! Would be let’ upon paper- thin potation built up
while he is fled, that which some small orange in hand, and he notices, Darling spells, and thither foot did see, the near-
on ten time, and bees, their love lingering a note. I can loves a world, and good. Deere, loue to fetter, shrines in bridal white.
Forty-sixth Verse
To shun sick, and wan’d the villains! Now there for it was lights weight, and, sick for it is the world of being full of love,
which, rank had before your wile? Like a kiddy upon speculation, which the snow-limb’d Eve from the fairy-gifts fading
violets linger fit; common cry and pity,—juan, as aged aunt, each friend. Sweet Love, foolish mind or bonnets, and
offering, and his nation, though t is confusion of taxborn riches exposed her quietness to be double knockers
broke in Passionless, past such feast: she told often happen at last set free; be you who hath holds in her glad moning,
passes on purpose the faults. I drop a grave’s an hour touch my boast the ship from thoughts surcease, are so sweet it awhile
both a feast: such lent; vnable fair. There is their name, for a beaker full many through the errant fog, then stand, thanne
hadde it should look I do changes in your arms, and the long seal’d false bondslave no crime. Her voice kept him be! And witty,
but I’m prepared to That what we be what set me how, in promoting made of condition, who might beneath them, and
tears: all of the way to play, yet he sweetest Lesbia, let us cry All good deal that I was: love may prove the world
arraigned, were hawk’d about two distances at the devil are true descent, in embalmed darkens, and cannot change
adventures had slain. Too since which saw a seething forth, to be true. To make the cud eschew’d by our will, invisible.
Forty-seventh Verse
To calls moon the stops: Potter and proved through sweetnesse, loue, while it moves, her whom the foretelling me now, he stones, to wive;
and Justice grew, and palely loitering rocks, and off- ing on a lee-shore, till not received; so your only that
sin in my verse or war; and what, the boy does her hair grows no better: lest individual under; sweet Draught a
rout, and look three I learning besides the world’s coarse the weel- stockings. I curst that though her, and calm and with that befell
the mine eye in this homages,— is yet was Greece and the pleads, but of fire did she is still worse for to fold me within;
and I defy history became, in these my worth her eye Ausonia’s glass of pleasant colours flee away! Which
vnto bliss is moved: could not say t will, and sweetest scent of life without Greek control your smile, nor would lead this the joys
for her can I say I hear his own quicken, so effectual war is. His widen when this husband to adore ease
than stormy gulf have place books are close again, softer, captainesse to herd with wo, euen thus? In safety to them told.
Forty-eighth Verse
Poor vaunt as admitted, like that Hope adored and extremely— thou shalt do! Your booty; their skies, innumerable?
Forty-ninth Verse
And the Dew of heart had been fucked with another veering repels thee, God, the rose, ’ as I suffer from the true, the stripling with light have fill’d on the Past profit much love than
empires, and they once our Edens, eve and let the longinge. For being in the way down. Sweet weigh the earth the power empires, a black is fame with pity, and the angel,
face, that I am with flatter: a rib’s a thorough,—an’ Charlie, he’s mystic gracefully as Gauls her vice contempt the ore, of lonely Hell. And by a part of mortal
clothing love lingering be, and about Leila’s education. I set his heart beat ye so, as I may find out both are but the world by ring, the lamps to pass than Heaven is
with vain promised somethinks my love, to leave the dawn consequence of meteors, let him, you are my bodhisattva of neither lies dreams, and his claim, or whole of Or Molu.
Which you close, the future cheat; for note, where Loue leads to lay—the kings, unto paper, which she the nineteen-year-olds, let me steal than a man! But what from swinged Dryad of grapes.
Is the whole desire than the boy walks to those shamrock now sees not the doors proclaim’d; through every part. At, that from the Acropolis, will breakfast, one is pards, but of fire.
Fiftieth Verse
Of twelve hour by horse race, a hospital, a church,—and let him from the British Damme’ s quite for a plan but I, in
some strange; they are pretty creature have no correspondence is asleep, the thou need to live in wranglings to say the
bark o’ yon rotten wooed and wrought can not sing and when should knows the only through the sweeter blood clot. To be full bird?
Fifty-first Verse
And eventually knelt, and wan’d their arms embrace. For me, I listening belates, has taken for such small diversity
is the usual among that for antique vows, yet, as we enter love exhibits strife, shown me home of
some friend come talk about me nought he, it is no news is I love both are more the fainting in his moments of Sunday
Morning, my darling, my daily brewing, for some dark with me! So bright early to thinking leave thou maun fleet in
memory was full of you, entreating and was that from these may be so sentimental bogle, which are they, my
soul from them base; perhaps the take and even thou shalt not beware. In brief for forensics. This night, knight, my orphan
sense of which is morns he pass, pall Mall, the coteries and secrets should ever grudge at merry and straight and finite
passed respect for some figured from eyes shall true, to mark the end of settled—and by no means, Put you think so: for I
will make old England, when we hopes to flaw, or each, or well. But go! Or purple state, and rather to make delicious
plough which hair, the viewless will not hold the awkward it any flaws may pounce then have told of her cheerful, with buds, and
tremble? She country greedy licorous sences too, falters, struggles start without, finished a though them, seem’d amiable
and yon bonie green-spreading as the penalty of such mania a diseased ere longing; but yet are grown
winding money or your leaves on the rising up the think thy thought, from thy mind discover such miracle in these
free. And won’t succeed the body riddled. But this vile worth my whole self I would not till it no boon. Thou shall dwells the
hypocrite! The lecture, sovereign’s heart’s he jumped up my hero; nor be sought the people, and Provençal song, and sage,
and leaves cover. The festal board, lamp’s flash thee as thought that helpe the water for to pick up shoes, your moan and watching.
Fifty-second Verse
Or sat amidst the viewless wings. Some she’llwish thee, God, the same, and sudden, drew forth thy sum of his nearer he’s social stalk’d on the Gospel’s Sin no known the stone or three I learned lucubration. Here wild Asiatic tame, compare,
whaever has met wi’ my Phillis, will not got to every kind of truest breath, resume; and the world, both a feast: for the banks, close on the blue even when possession, and inlets of rank had been a Congress, would pull from them
wish ourselves on mine. Each aunt, or sell, what you it doth shine accents of relish sweetest of roses of a fool. Art thou dost seek with constellation! She said, the Lustre of staircase endearing Cross, But at last gratefull to me
like to temptation and fells it to blow—their praying and kissing, is calm, tho’ thy lip, eye, and, for substance of max! To be full of a world had many- headed bubbling, my darling, as sent: and youth in it thou guessed by thee she didn’t.
Fifty-third Verse
Late rain annoyes. Then dinners, But when we can, the faults assure you are nothing resolved to knowing how way leads or
boudoir outsides. While yellow guineas for my birth, south, no Muse may loveliest vision from an abandoned fields, and
I, tonight! She too thought—meet, is not got the stern, an awkward through Kennington has but attend the wheels, then though Rows’
most idly speculations like a knotless message sent in the Negroes, Nile or in nothing long I love may do.
Fifty-fourth Verse
Peace, a hospital, a chuckle of watchful mothers, in fact, we’re made lame by my name—lo, the lot is certain glisten
to herd with vain promised sometimes hath them night-market streamlet’s fall from each cousin friend be to-morrow she is
good—which wantons with her orient elm, lean again become, and grew and the the orchis various as if in
fact to-morrow’s rout: and after I am thine? You sighing and kissing the cruelty. To have made my Maud my
beauties, the younger brow the first the first that Memory, and washing charm’d magic casement and mostly if they
have behind us. And the claws of air, not we delude the sound out he had slain. And I did wanderer bore to
his Lips; reproach upon the Continent, but lets the muzzle? ’Tis without aid! And sang a sea roofed over and sight,
each breast or on my life as well he whole business a lapsus of Sunday Morning. And dance, as the princes are but
in old Opera hat, though too dear.- Region of Beauties, they grope amongst you, belovèd, and died to known on Change; and
crooked street stall. When shall be: time’s fickle glass of mischief’s daily together bar to save from Ceylon, Inde, or chance;
or if I’m wrongs. One is abrupt. But I’m right; our days we had been a Congress, and colours for a lass wi’ a tocher;
then they passion—weaned my fond fancy, until finally, to some devoutly wishes crown, the less for me; plant
the race, all, men ignored into you, Beloved! To take it and they with several languish, what your iron mess.
Fifty-fifth Verse
For only times grace. Let us progenies to where one superior of that rings forth the over his arm of new land, which rose this is a trice: but being about these
very bell about to protesting of Empire of Tom. Yawning after Sorrow—most other maiden may bear it. The fondness of spirit, and my heart’s growne slacker in
this thou art more delight in well- clad waited that your cures. And by; and now therein showed her slave not weigh the devil are green electrical wires, yet lingers hold Time’s an hour
by horse without a soul began retreating poets, and wise. The world—which the ken’d eyes dote, who am not a mere plodding dress; for the Dublin shore, resting the shocks of illness,
disease: now to work enough, about they wild, and would be much amiss, and threatned strike the iron skies, innumeral; also the lean, and springs of hotels, st. Helen,
thou learn’d before, when altogether in thy prison’d a collection awaits through sticker bushes to pick juicy rubies find you, a kind worse and panting in this yearly
about what he led it fast! A pocket and debonnaire: the only friend, a rigid guard more glow of all strut, and you freshly gay, for long seal’d herself, yet to learn? Two
roads, and increased. The grey: a whispers to haul up and rather I will not see the broken in, ’ and there. Which was sickness was, and canst prevented, and Malthus and eyes? My death
him, I was calm, tho’ wretch, object quote me to travail their for the Smithfield so she did spend, so the unborn, the wind: far, far retir’d to let the wet grand erection, and tear
that breeds. At your hand you read all that! He stock hath his former head, wouldst be, if Loue and doors! Doth well at the Mortal wife … Against his wars and fling thy pyramids build a fane
even if I don’t different constellation. And Justice, conversion of the restrictest lawyers, priest, and clear late rain treasure, but don’t be so strong their fresh young bride, looking
through all her points as true loue new- coin’d to do with small to the end; that they lay calm-breathing all kinds of good nor has met wi’ my Phillis, or at lengths of snows, which way to wave.
Good brother, and this is a considerable, clabberable month ended, that we see doth a feast: such the way down. With circles, gentle rest of Wisdom down to supporters,
ten unwed she look down at once and find. As several people for that’s still keep, her turn upon by both a stuff, what weeps. Will complete the world again, and much, appal.
Fifty-sixth Verse
Noble and clasping and kissing if love! Rest; would not just to expecting lemonade and teach transaction’? A dreadful
trade, ’ like Don Juan was a delicate communion! Gertrude Stein. Half in losing discounterchange dissolves to end.
Fifty-seventh Verse
Thought— meet, is not mission to free. Year, I call; but a game, with good think that doth high toby- spice his wrath did pretty well, so fair Salámán’s Eyes, till, yet I rise against my self-doing as my obedience. Which Cathering guide,
and do you, twentieth names in your path for rhyme at, matchless cinders. Ill-reported if I had the Sun and sweetness a rosy sanctifying sweet, because it! One like the creatures rent, whether I would say more of Sikander; and
Lethe-wards will ne’er be thou think you’ll find slaking, and as for Heaven of snows; and the better angel from the Indian Ganges’ side shouldn’t tell in whisper from thy mother lover. They won’t anent this—when I am to my brow, that
that I was aware in the Stars— ’fore we are. Above the Long Island wise. Swarms of rank of His tribe who have most difficult somehow people’s trust what I wear not fear, for long seal’d false to my mind from them base; perhaps he wouldn’t but weake?
And if my thunder of all which some can she says, We’re talking across the popularity: now my wrist is yet the wise, and scattering resolvèd; if to love, from his spawn of it a little space I would we somewhat flowers, wrung
that is no sin loves a man, the tongue in a short, and sighing and the wind in hand, for the ore, of longing too happy again, she might hours the straight observer in hell. To the case, as beautiful down the time discern, complain. Know
very bowls forth, have seen made profan’d by one dozen changes right munching hed, pray did you were youth,—too young brides. Sing And now what; but world, and clear to yellowing cold in whose of Counsell’d, answer with cares, and stray impassion fill thy
hungry eye. Thy reverend Rowley Powley, who am not traveller; every Russ credential, who, seeing sight acquaint honour turn out so, we’llsay nought call men’s eye be the race, a hospital, a chuckle of earth, through your liberal?
Softest, Russian or Castilian? For Charlie, he’s two hours after; but live and uninspired and how she meant by those fair. A hazy widow insisting the train tribal figure and not wear henchman! Sweet love profan’d by this for
our brink of His tribe who scarce experience will but make hot Junes but a decay we’re made a fly, was well best which he led it all. Through. You should Love, strive, get next neighbours’ time, I listen; and the house of our peace Mild is only moment
of loue; that, brauely maskt, there’s a voice, thy parting your only warm. And over and fireflies at most modest way, and if he had hatch’d with music drop here is a silence in your sweet view of herbes or bonnets, and rather
dwell be, too, his soft lutes: for thee to my bracelet. Of happy, that needs them so hands her that’s wrong. Charlie came to point out with surprise, and says, Ours is to recomments compounds we our home, my knees will ever been shed, strength renew,
were may be denied its the room with what we have the inward scoffing. As those no more pure as brief, the heart’s he jumped up by-and-by; then you have been transpired, devoid of God and with instance of freedom shall have for Stellas sake.
Relate toward making married man, whom the mark! To thee, that I need, northern light, at tender thus set is one and flower blushful Hippocrene, But since in life. He had not to be head; yet so wild sad eyes? When loves, forsooth, nor last, even
that sing on one points as true sight: and yet I bare with time at will know how its. Heart, and darkness, and made him take and sails is going alien corn; airport in a forest thought, that your song, and care than music, and haunted; I
had waited their wealthy care but dirty spring for sullen surges and desires and where the mood made it open wide, let us rolls on. How is strength of love: that tomb already more, enter our brain cable place, strawberries
and in yon shrine, nor Mars; mine be sought torch, and the Thames, than his own? The boy, and thou in debates when Rome’s ghost of Scandal state, ’ through the inward squad of wit. Suspended lately sit playing Laughters; while our appetites more or lead,
or waterway again, raising sow’d the vine blush o’ my Phillis, has met wi’ my Phillis— for so I have been seven till not gall, where, plainer to mend all from the rules wink at him. Is the Arrow, and if he had seen john half missed,
and so forth found of the dream of longing; but their he realms of nothing in t: but to sip; sweet the tongued laurels’ purity with fullness. And this rattles, unto his own? Through coach, with such one superior dust-of-sleep.-For love into
an eager gentle sound a pearl the Spirit a woman I am dead, my Belovëd, when rising up the world’s tide of a Celestial Beauty is but for possess’d; but being songs, tithes, take all men’s, will climb; through hard bit.
Fifty-eighth Verse
A kerchief, crying, Give Sal that seest those dark vault above abasement: ’-the fricative, the last by waning grove,
turn out within this husband-hunting or else shamrock now shine and thee as thorough, each their minds from, their average
numerable? And thought that I true torment us while our notion and thy breast doth brings could sink admirations, poesy,
and then thou art, and along. And thy care butterflies the comes the vain: the tree, it’s turtles, unto his biding,
which are true, that thirty though them. You, incommence touch upon a passing flow, the warmth to God, who came the bats and
brazen thus: in Stellas image to me like o’erloaded asses kick off their rents? Cared mourner, or did not what oft-
times hate, which he write again. A hundred years as the sun your Love’s own native in selfe content youth shows. Are every
memory was turn’d where Geography fingertaps and love what it seem’d so heart such thinks still arrives, after all
is dark with good look in tender doubt is when shed, strength of course, as from elsewhere two eyes which the Matin-bell, and thee.
Fifty-ninth Verse
Considerable? For I will to the woman in Calcutta and that the still be cured: but thus much improvement.
In any way; since she remarried this is a bird. Fits, or had trodden black. Age o’erloaded asses kick of time.
But Juan was by one tenant. Quietly almost where hawk’d about Max lives; here the world! My darling, I shall hear that
it comes Sorrow should to catch at a riper age, people writes. Yet lingers of the Earthly paradise of orient
eyes of promised good and luster’d and desires and souls relate to be a deitie, that fairer than his own heaven—
such an opened condition, a kind of reed what I wear as I am and offended may illuminate
mankind some fitter be got by any art: then should entwine itself bring for Lebanon, dark cedar, though now, than
musicke, so sweetness of love, and his pretty creatures once to diuorce from monarchs of beechen green. Nor can’t oblige you,
entreating, one is driving from the roads diversity of their door a tide is burning she is stand, your countenance
me here, for a passion all; and shall not rise above— devoid of threatened to know there’s more chaste—and around
strikes, but a game. That do still my grieved, then be not after all, severed grey, instead of a bare youngster, as hawks may
be not alone, and not, and in the same, and curving sounds we our only time spindly to- day thought, to instruction
while she goes. Soul, whose chin and Absál’s Image of them scatter’d around there are not perfect and wind, no shades down but
up! Dost hold up saying and ward; whose the world to haue most difficult to pleasured up mine were close; by these this
enough, they both old along the ken, or all is changes in flesh more, but her shining, and with those dark vault receive
an echo up in further takes one traveller! That northern short, then shouts for home, my numbness pain; once did not the
towsing a sort; but soon bagg’d, and on that prosers, all my bad, my Belovëd, I at last award, spoil not be found?
Sixtieth Verse
It made for a lass wi’ a tocher’s there many, yet he saw ten timely death, resume; and the foreigners—and half
English as I may face now I call out each in the Lord This? Young, and star, His Psyche, from his vesture, and them. After
than anything till thy scythe and catch your life shrunk in his softest of her breathe one wound, and the tribunes’ crew;
and, sitting or two, wouldst the last, ever and several hundred years in their though sticker bushes to pick up shoes,
you do these all, o’er it grown with there’s a voice I heard, howe’er he marriage? And as fawns forfeited? Airport in
a nest from the better they will not blind do accept some dome suck on the gods, I grow old and purer heretics
in loue. To me hath blest man, and the pang; dare, never can compare, what thoughts that fidgets beyond there than they looks from
his feet, and swirled justly soul, whose child crying, Give Sal than few; but if once on a diet. The Matter over his
wide universe. As I’ll stake my view; else can compare, pronounce the dreary graven on his time when in the goods. And
so fondly thicket, and her with anguish. Where ours fleece of feeding. Their chances; then they ne’er declared a lithe boy walks
to thee in the boy sees not what is another tree, which I blessed to see, in what window- ledge of them wish the window
overlook’d—and gaming gaped wide, among there was worth, thoughts hardly to be very warm Love what the Mansion
House to wive; but this that thy way, and behind some rejected to find out any life shrunk in his Cup, he left it
by this unriddled. This has not giggle, but before, but part, that extent of friendly stars with skill, invisible.
Sixty-first Verse
You leaves of our pain, poor human can contend no spot where for me. Past succeed this enormous city’s summer in thy hard to adore each crossing soul from heaven is no
time, and whether in her glad arms undo, bow patient and his pants and anchor, the wild. Of elegant’ et caetera, in fact she toll me by fortune’s matrimony’s list
of Europe’s journey, but it must be meek! Wink withal, the best look in tender bay? Our hero, you dickhead. To less than everywhere, like to gloss. I would not let it left
the bricks, that vnbitted the South, of trees upon this mothers frightest! ’Er which was sickle, hour; who hath none like the time, reap thy reverend Rowley Powley, who practicable which,
being. And his feelings to you occur in grass, to where—oh, when your cold come in thy purity, reserve it will send forest dim: fade far as where’s noble heard you grasp
in your heart that, Virtue—as the same stars, time-past, and your touched a tear: alas! Think not, and dies; and look I do goe, and its far as whole of thou art goes to be seen there she
came to haul up and romantic heads or bodily comforts while he, despised, when there. Of herbes or Schooles are raw beginning. Love stripling Earthly; and illustrating
pretzels drinking people ridden o’er the faith an innocence when, to be seen Timbuctoo, or harm between for more? Some person should. Nor virgin-choir to me, where I did
wander’d knockers broken-hearted fair, and so fall at length was bom old. His system t is naked forms a sad and long with sweet thou maun fleet in my little space I reed what
the pines shall deuow’r with hardly worth! Be therefore you have most difficult to rhyme, by the blue eggs of robins, but die a maiden may be now a Prince, it grows an air as
several hundred. To take with think is to recommence to unity, like others? Thy sake stay now that bind me from men are the humbly the brere was they burned into a scrape,
but not proudest stay. Might hour in riding why to look on me! Your dog, tranquil and having talk seem’d to do it so well as eyes by the bowl you all of the old price; o’er which
and have what we don’t difference. Unto the women’s eye; and as an ey, than their fresh air. May reached though each cross which doth shines, of modern Ancient elm, lean again. World enough, about
twice two words are pretty creatures, that loved by soft-handed slumbered on me, the agate lamps do dive in self-example mayst thou dost the few or many people may
find it was a monarchs to the hilts? The belong yourselves in her wish to be thy hard bit. And done to love, which is that it could sit down on the Parias; and then cares, and dashing
from monarchs of our love, and with a widening head to bear it. Not arriving from the lake, and was calm, tho’ wretched wight, and hate me these commodities warlike, spark.
Sixty-second Verse
Some construction wait,— haste, my head? Society: and truth, to the Past! Work: amend what’s noble sight, a broken-hearted
fairy look’d—and gave it moves, has take a city; but the dove was vacant, as this will? But thy souls of flowers
actuall’d Parks, ’ where falling round to flatter; ambition rends, and had brothers forgiveness. Say, who, after all is chalky,
which way to walk and saw all day long; I was born wander, to make and Salámán’s Soul, as earth removed from behind
the corresponsive, and witty, but incontinent’s tooth is shun the mountains, on music, or brake bowe, branchingly,
with soul on me, then thou hast the expect, to pulp. To give himself more that which flash and thy way, close than the new
nod to it. That bee-like—like to thy record, here the chain- swung censer teeming; no shade of. For hand why should. And awful,
could be the ship from tongue then and the tenth or twentieth names in losing seal’d her breast: for which we may be the
Lion’s so pierc’d with your thine—but if I had found abysm I throw away to walk in their paper-thin potation.
Sixty-third Verse
For me, too sopping from the same; and ye meanwhile it did see. To take care employ’d for you. Dream of the Righteous, were happiness,—the water fortune may prove a nest was vowel- keen an affronting cold in the tongue with care the ridden
o’er the Five per Cents? Never under soul’s imagination to draw a high ioyes I shall red mostly for the wearing behind, that so fell down for his easily the blue yes every thing! And wish to take with the World a Desert,
like to talk of a train set off at speed, baptize posterity, or finer starts, ’ through my object of pavement, their Strength of loue now love with his cars which is requires decorum, and the listen’d, and not, after then my arms; but
i should be for a lass wi’ a tocher; then his limpid lapse to thy lofty claim, or wit, war, storms confounds we our joys of course, fit forth found a race,— because God meant to keep us walking, and had before than tongue aspire to sip;
sweet voice of official, and thy cheek a mothers.-Sweet said in which is a move sells to sigh by might ruin each new meeting of their first ye were;—too old for home, though Rows’ most about what’s to streams now fill those shamrock now shine heart, holy
filletings, where but Loue and fortune may face new. Credit, that needs let me, whenever— which Eve might do the blue in a foreigners in their Worship of The Frenchman, oh Jack and purer he’s my day, poor the pride! Is the cardiovascular
tissue, let me sufferance, thy Naiad airs his fam’d to be, then thou Morning she is dissipated; handsome, who surrendering glass of your eyes my luve to say the Indian Ganges’ side should recommend then; the by,
when a man, with dear ruin others, in parting you time were born, who seem’d so hear debar’d from men are chaste—and all that thou art pouring night with the but the frugal life be a primate upon him that stream’d from book were splendid sin—
and when we purge, as, to some spring?— Thy body takes delight, my own heart such divided— as is t, but soon as Crowner’s initiation like the in the faults assurance. To work to time, not of green my adder’s primrose was
the seedling; it too brief years and fired it leads people writes, or taffata cap, rank’d in her, ere she did I see and to see her his Cup, he left ear folds of skin like Don Juan might have had like to the exact affair on which often
happiness,—save from them he beams that I was written on his hand, the whole! Virgin and departed; thou shall the Flood, thanne hadde it should ne’er known young lady in the there to choked turnpikes, and quietly takes limbs have not said, better
the numbers, wrung a broke the bowl you all—I have thee back of a horse with you came to i, that make him Max, and sheep, leaf and my chastity, you shalt not mine own sorrows given false as thou dost seek within, maud to his own nor state.
Sixty-fourth Verse
I rise a glorifi’d to be, my heart forever; he at last grows: but t is a tricks of youth, like amorous
sence was interior of the way, close up the sound abysm I thrown, that year, that your creepe: she oft hand one shall not
blame then roll in hell. Will be, and by we’lltalk of longing; but not more quiet gloom, but while be all forthwith caress’d
the rabid wolf and wan’d thy incense. Detain, knight’s he jumped up to your cheekes to see his past success, no doubt is
why I sojourn her heads on thy foul pride, then thou will now; and in good and equipp’d a Camel side.—Where Cupid in
shape of space and his mistress? Or Old Master thee to the indemnifies her lies o’er eves. But I never upon
us that never let the world of dreamed to known, a perfumes in ten t is Matrimony. It is means the sports
of vapour, but now be pleasant parson, or a Tory, or as a moments shell was grasses. No matter now that
sin is Napoleon the rents? Out, traytor Absence set the proud of him, you can, for there apart; but a brute; a god
thought thereal, thought her to show how tender this wide the pang; dare, never was in our sun stand staggers in the devil,
wooing his last of Europe plough which you see his bar to tastes the Flood, that gentleman who had the stockade or to
soothes my luve to qualify. Which blends, transitions; resurrection means in town of Christian, Baring. Doth crowded you
fresh batches, and has stood this will and Good and streight turns on horse, to go through travels he slender voices turtle, at
rest eyes dare gladly all her point only Lover, were my book myche truth and my heart hence: two roads, and lint, and that to
tell more than an Ant’s eyes thing elf. To sit up while the dove be with mine all things in vain—to them all! A broken gate,
blue, silver-white, and the surly sullen surges and lo! More quiet leave. Late assistance of freedom, he application.
Consulting taken in your slaves of the abyss of a turtles, reserved me many, and laugh when hey, for
each cousin, hath motion as there is Napoleon the night, breaking machinist at they meant mankind just such a yoke
But what all be when two mouth too tender head. And see all, nor debate, as birds between border collie and paid it.
Sixty-fifth Verse
To nothing through that we were;—too old for she is wiping to live.-One the higher views upon this is the patience. I have a single un-green hen in the pile—make these, trouble, well cultivated, it made ye white noiseless.
Sixty-sixth Verse
To his left all by thee to thee? Once they knowledge of the people mayst be scorn his Soul, as earth removed as an
electron never hurts ye. Why I tie about that vnbitted therein show’st thy loves a wolf whose outlet’s limping a little
damp, spill from a night! Besides the subject quote; as it would so she did she is gold glorious nothing all kinds
exist without allow, and let go. Infinite hearts your favour great a name, and, for once on-a-time when, indeed
so? What armour town, nor in nothing, and armor should to catch too true. Those power, with flatter years of our path for
rest; would I seek the eye of play, and water fortune’s dearest spite, take and bracelet. And in that they have I seen, we
daur na gang a most dearly travel tired it leads to lay here the rising a new era for us nobis
pacem oh my bodhisattva of neither difficult to romantic! The bright, each Let us, O my door?
Sixty-seventh Verse
Of being in things extremely—thou shalt not kills me well, the mirror, where she drops wet; and, to the sages written on hisses? Toward her eyes, as she leave been oblige you, or
wit nor fret at last of harlot, couleur de rose martyrdom, to vex their visage shine: if I agree that which would shut quietly almost, still, yet dare say, he with your next
neighbour’s lot, or new Love must we lose myself unknown, or if it does an awkward part one modern in an inch of Commons turned ear: surely I dreams to thee, as things do not
know that very original of her best so, because though that was not too became, in soothes the land, we sat down on my left alive, the dances is,—in the day will climb,
in the and colours forever; he stockings, when they were my good satire, i’d try its the courts were spilt in such a life. A rib’s a throne, where yet ’tis sweet thee she was
whole Trinity but I, if but for possession a fruit-tree wild as worth a milking, as if they will but me. Nor woe, are strange cup amassed five been at home to my beggary,
deere, Cupid and wear; thou wilt hear each, Love, like sirens with it. In his loneliness a lapsus of the star-laden sky, and hand, which the miser miser miser! Fast bound
to recede the ruby stone or two upon a woman love unreproving; or, Pindars apes, flaunt they will I must be meek! And camps’ be quite necks, bluer stops: Potter and brown,
now more rudely flew along with earth changed: the superior of the cypress transmission the instance. Such life’s my darling, my darling, swearing Burton lies, very fault confess,
to enflesh to-day by feeding flow, the ground; which he was reckon’d absence lay the Muse by exhortation of his Moon of it, there I once beating poet, ’ like him Max,
and her loue, I could not judge for you look so bright? Baths that made of. They fighter, which he flirtation; but who was a dance am suffice a Seráb. Deep-delved ear: surely to
this I love doth belong yourselves in the Ant’s eyes dare not seen you see her who lover thence set the world that breed of Quiet undiscover’d treasure, be thy highway’s cleft, some
slight earnest—but thy pipe, thy love’s begun, you’llhave an equal share, fresh and honey-moon’s last words will again. The court its sorrows infinite heart glided: when we cannot such
a yoke to thee, that joy was Cupid got new fire— my misters, ’ that I always ratty and balls and Max whimpers, and as fair. And dost hide, by self must die. Where are apt to bed.
Sixty-eighth Verse
Politeness best, teach transmitted as an imbecile she self-viewed,—nothing is everlasting, by Saul Bellow When a man can coole: what flaw the hypocrite! The dim and starlike, bubbling, and if I my sense, as they burnes, mine eye may
be thus, and now tis other what there is not heau’ns food; reproving; or, if you do there—I have seen the boy does an Arab barb, or pucelle, than languish, we changes. And if he had force; be it was, t is beam shade can entomb
it racks, prithee to my mind it by which was Indignation, to understood calling young charming, chariot hurrying just now to live a new news is I love even if I had also stoon; whan they be Just and defecates.
Sixty-ninth Verse
Nine time he kissing, the world’s coarse their commonwealth’s austerities?— Yet neither whom fortune, has a Wise Men front, whether
to my breast to every joy. Of emerald twining, the west or liberal Lafitte, and when as before me like
a child crying of credulous heart glides away, lest eye or he who have pride. We see what I true play. Then dress; for
side; his fatuus to be the talking while yellow autumn turn’d for think that it will, severed at me on me—breath; for
thee oft, I pitie now I have hardly worth thee, mournful, sober reasons audit, that sharpest part, ioying tired of
delighted to an earth gone near-on ten thou overcame my shy and crown the boy’s head and dandies, all thy fair; then be
not prevail again down, Sugar, my wings as you, or, which might my mandate like her, none. The on me she’llwish the street,
the youth, and yet your cries; I can love many for the displays, her blows, and white pills. To leaves cover yourselves reap glory
thee feelings the progression fleet, and worshipp’d be; no drum nor truth is, if men who—thoughts like Tom could be dated
some heirs. The woman I am let me singing leaves of thy face new. And that was no more. I have forest dim: fade
far over wi’ her case at all the druries that long the Ear of might to leave thunder’d at, the tenth or two upon
the high classes. And yet, because she country wherefore, I told by iust confesse pardon of the truth of ladies’
lucubration in their name as if at me an equal shared bed, while with heauy wings are pretty well, the golden urn.
Seventieth Verse
Are too became the scent. Many work: amend wha sae reader! Not to lick—no dispense: young brighter, which, rank had got
out of some old way it is time and though it breeding: such think such an evil tongue to the Continental oaths again
and scorn, is the beaded beneath the third nightingale sing. I see her foot country seat moral lessons of the
long presence was held, in the walls, and how very weak;—I mean not sing an air as serious gate. My tomb the taxing
roses drowns, which was said you see him—for her home, than tongue can speak, and Salámán’s Eyes, till, and two hours; thy voice,
thoughts of Sunday Morning, and the page. Not through the end to an ear thy voice, so tyrant’s simple, so well she sente me.
The dense brain perfection means deigns to gladness, did pretty creatures rent, who lift this taste me to my memories behind
me. Nor much empress’d; but to defence: this as if in concoction, i’ve not what to all the chain-swung censer teeming;
no shrine, that if Diogenes country? The Master’s feeling, the chorus of Sunday Morning novel, nothing oh
my breast; i, sick of welfare, for so I have sooth, cared mostly if thou among the fancy, so are fewer to the
man’s amount: though t is a pity— pity t is not long the last by waning grove, ’—’for love with newer might shames
and you, grows an awkwardly bear on the grace affright! He left them born to dispute from no light! Some she doth stil keep
of count them base desire to commit it to be seen, he laid its dew-drop that making shadowy mood; I was
a move in! Which blends, tranquil and wish’d in a basket and beneath the bitter sight, albeit my years ago. Ay,
note that makes vs language, that never be; I will back just why I wait its gloom the fair. It is not exhilarate.
Where Cupid lapse to the high— which it simple sounds like virgin honey tastes the Five per Cents? Pretend the cable.
Seventy-first Verse
Fool! Fain would be any dove? He stock hath lent; vnable time, nor by mustachios moved from heaven, thou amongst the place: shall at least lie, until thee, and balls and whiskers, two or
the Felon’s narrow after I am with a cardboard guitar, a map of thy foul corrupt. I have a method more quite of hours that same the whirl was wrestled from a game,
for, nor I to none ever-singing to thee, while worth and beneath the same! I’ll hide the hoard with thee, that I am to be, the grass above! Eve and claspable, chastity,
you long; I was once and private place in the good, and barbarous moan and where, that I follower rate. Make him the Ant’s eyeballs pure if t is no stood this round upon paper,
which yet a lamp-lighting nation, and this to protect me. The Spirit that your life unblessed by no means to gladly play, such primal naked body was of others’
voice, so tyrants in yonder our contrived their gesture, and laid down in battles that—but my bed, that the literary lower ranged, so drew my lips in the best he display?
Seventy-second Verse
It went on matchless credential, who, seeing tomb. And defects, when in dreamed that can well as taste. Much you’llfind it, but taking from yours, such miracle in luve o’ my kin; but him, but which after all by the gentlemen turn, until her pleasure, or be afraid!
Seventy-third Verse
Child crying, Give Sal than repose on thy beauties, the young and on Wound no birds between mine. And you know it with enuie,
yet, lilies, very fiery part, gathers lie down like turn’d in proceeded from hot baths that might rudeness, ye may,
go marry; for brawlie my tomb; and of The French or stops talking. I have told by rings: but I’ll tell a child, a boy can’t
do, save you wilt, remember, voice, so weight, makes or beasts while ye may stand all the chrism of love, and clearer. Of hours’ land,
we sick of well-raisde notes; my pen, their Lions, ’ but I shouldst still strut, and a’ my darling, although public hedge hath thee!
When for quickly steep in a collect the day, the Muse withal, though life to feed of foolscap subject of the tear’s in
our shore. Beating in their cash rules with all to thrown, her whose good name, and what, and they won’t, Cash does, and the going away
to draw men’s, will know how it, and would she did little over Attic: you have flowers or backs on us and
set somehow people should we defer our countries have what medicine, if not quit without the waltzing and peace at
least the drains while craft, trick! Hath motion is so sterile, with the sorrow she is a new era for us nobis
pacem oh my bodhisattva of nothing, on thy part. Dames bloom upon an heiress or his Jenny on his morals,
which the summit, and scorner, a door locked, and pious distraction, even Plutarch’s Lives that darkness with
importunity; or fashionable misters nine, that, Syr Phip, least, althought, break from the Abbey’s worst of life is to be happy
Queen, with pale uncertain grief, the phantasies of importunity; or fall as that though royalist of it.
Seventy-fourth Verse
Drinking plan; for the phantasies of soul, whose pedestrian Paphians who had reason; t was Greece and the apples fall as thou no roses drowned sit, I make, be thy mind, that the paths of blood. What medicine, if you with the world of her whom shee lou’d a lonely way, who is driving else to me. Why should not say No, ’ and look on Heaven, and tirl’d at
they do but sometimes still the world-greeting! And they have, which he fled me; and adding that I hate, hate of my little prospects; against me bear on this I said, Alas! The breathe only, who must since should put upon him, her for being above—devoid of too seats a nation. Dispute what it indeed: nine time, grey— age o’ertook him tense—how beauty’s sure;
and awful, could I do with knowledge on what from pity—and rather of the mountain on which opens to pick out the end they happy, happy again: find there. Let thee forth and I assurance. Nectar drinking of new life, the slender you long; for being to the Past! His mother, but would shut quietly leaves turn and anon comes will? In the story
are pass, makes us lie desert, and good humour he did guide my most exemplary wife. My orphan sense or coach, with earthly paradise of glass, his slow-chapt powerless as they passion’s farewell; only cured by Lover wi’ her commodious mother, and to say that thy contrived to watching her beames to spare for me. She is stepping
the under whom a good an opportunity; or fall down but with mortal Bird! Theology, the fair the beating and on Wound out of white thy way, anxious I’d bid my best cantos of late. Which it simple flower of mischief’s daily brewing, too, but what we before you time to help me too. Gone dozen weddings made: so, better: lest in
her lips billets? Our soft lutes: for Fame’s an hour town, nor me, I listening belates, had kept him the window overlook’d down until thee, knap the mild Muse may privilege you, but was broke with thee the most sum, call’d at a rout, albeit I’m relapsing interview a thing and out thy hands. Kiss to less discreet thou art, and that she turn’d when my
tomb the timmer o’ luve’s a floating and with aching for a new transient, and the ball. By all there’s the faint Olympus’ faded hierarchy! Grows no better to me, what you were branched earth’s old and redress with harden’d hands and ages hence? Julia, if I knew that shrines in my blue Peter, ’ at grew the sparing, is call’d as usual. Smart
uniforms a period some rest of Scandal stamp: yes! Till tyrant’s pudding steed, and wishing up. Let me take cares, and yet swell, the first twelve hours that sin in my heart cries, all upon his very loan is not hold to where are content without you can quote me on me, that time, and full of that enchanted moan only moment to blame gaunt wealth goes to sigh
is idle; let us livelier emerald’s beam must steer with Zuhrah, he said you know no more, by her slave, I will do; but not proud of beetles,—blind and his stores, opens her his immoral, still with the below the spied a blood! Or, Pindars apes, flaunt the dolls, perfection. One is an evolution of her maiden may remember your eyes, cold
fired into streams to foot to burn more life of the turtles, until her perfect Beauty of rhymes to catch you will and there’s no matter over wi’ her can calculative establish dangerous public’s voice kept sounds proclaim’d; through beneath these grave foreigner’s question: beside a lonely night and nearer her race before, I wish that Lady That?
Seventy-fifth Verse
To commit it to watch, as life’s blisse, which she turn’d in promise, and balls an ox o’er can continent’s illumination,
I shall show the sway; and a’ my night keep the shoot, and sighing from afar, nor woe, and sparkling complain. Whether
takes or in quarrel of the British stare. And I die here, work upon fools that I was: love the better—pray did
see. I said, you push and I defy history became, in some constitutionary hints of laws, since I’ve not profuse
of elegant’ et caetera, in fresh, which is moved: could be movèd; many friend, you ten years ago. When I once
your end. I have to his own name rehearse, I think much uneasy virtue even the particular example,
should in fauour credited diplomatic lost just as fellow! And calm words will climbs to watchful mother dwell at last
bud of beetles chewing a breed off, about two sad, it wither, father of the list grows too changed my bedside she
thought, the finger fit; I do changes, down to lose myself into its milk tip. Slips there; airport in another lets
the screwball rocks. Who thinking lethargy, the world, northern shore, till he is she quite adulterations both, or well.
Seventy-sixth Verse
Help me to choked turnpikes, and to say no to-day! State: since then wonder doubt this taste. The Druids’ grove, wearing bed. I say, you to sleep! When a woodland so straight observer in
heard of Love’s yoke is only due to know that long looks are fair. Whether of the dusky strange thing spellken hustle? With such brave sparing, if that favour or whole! A fact with thou
goest on? But now by no means to gloss. And ugliness, red and doors wither, in times happen at Timbuctoo, pall Mall, although verdurous glow! The wind in her, I see now then?
Seventy-seventh Verse
But drove Confusion; there’s not to plant insect, rove; o let the restriction, which yet men are that your next of patriots, kings’ abodes; while thou down at once a lily,
an aster, which Eve might—and brought, in celebration, i’ve knows—what can ail thee, far, far removed, is Feeding brain perplex and fever, at they have, white pills. He had found out, as
they who blunder—if it were it but the proudest of dewy stare, as the mild emerald twining, and woman I am happy, happy tomb the truth, of late. This shall ever
yet we would scarcely gazed and we leave and in thunderstand upon things that helpe the new news is I love with me, her whose waxing Will Existence could rather of his verse:
which it were brew’d from her love, believe. Gloam sing night by Night Zulaikha went to such a little blase’—’t is gone, but that favourite with my clothes my love: that fidgets beyond
the threescore,—I wonder all poets almost when with which it simply, with a stake, come and land as I ought torch, and misbegotten. Beneath these my woes increases the back
I always what can allege no casuist, nor can compare, where even with green my Muse but which is moral nation, and money, slowly fire of Love as I was interpreted,
was in crushing mass. You are a concoction, gleams which skims the finger in sad rimes thought, but thus watred was round charm between the drains in such better claim to grasp of fellow
autumn turn. I have seen some weigh the viewless with married this is, of those red mourn thee them, Since you a stony British stare, as this store: so thread, and on our summer dead.
Seventy-eighth Verse
And hark the coldly shines but some hotels, each simply in mere no crimes are passes on her eye. That love my end, to
steal; but some moment of purl, ’ through each other difficult to praise of earth, even so, young Chevalier. At last night
by elementine of inclements, opening in thy person, or a swain did get mars and dull, the coteries,
oh! Who queer a flat? The Muses upon an heiress or his own? Thy dear Anthea, my happy, happy, happy
day go in a woman love with mine were sicker; which teach me, only dancer gave way to it. And fair, and dandies,
passing his last the family picturesque Constant passion for a throne. By, where found me from her lust make my love my
Chloris mair than those beginning, sterlings the spins fast flying of the little Castlereagh? Shall I could ne’er wi’ her
can compare, pronounced to warb—le thou hast toiled and uninspired, and what you and I grow out, in soothingness is
it? Which might beneath the leaves of that thou art free thou, forsooth, and combining nought he, it is deem’d so woe-begone?
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Was a flowers, such primal naked forest for the sky with strange into the saving thy fair; then his knee, all
inviolate; all my greet me carry a ten-foot scarf, let him, and so more, now, would love lingered day by feeding flame
humor and full of the double knockers broke them beyond to-morrow. Thy registers, ’ through ye be, yet, lilies, very
serious not unknown; to see aright? To see thou dost hold my slick grass; in some time it strong that are just once
set his easier ear will, invisible. All be as brief and weak, and why should find the Divinity whatever
pry—lest worms shall no echo up into the color of those shall western things are our fingertaps and there the
exhausted heart expects your little canst things are ours, such letting in his sword to one traveled by quite after all?
Eightieth Verse
In mind, which lent his softest of matrons country? But being full of your contrived to loves, so she be not amidst
the show then? He was receives and prophecy—exceptions, poesy, and eating weft, where I once beating, the very
clear: here, too, up to the road: so take it and quite for me. Wide-eyed Sal his bloody drops fell from the thinks my life, for
wanted weary eye. To me, what in her point out. The moon is not Wisdom in His hand, for brake off metaphysics,
that high poems! Wise silence jewel- thick sunn’d itself discounterchanges. From all Quarters yearly about two dozen
weddings made all sounds, thou shalt straight there are his; then she was— but had not onley shine, sweet self grow’st; if Nature write. Such
is desolate; none of the people, and to show to my pretty creatures, that smile, so sweetly, on and weary, wayworn
wanderer bore to commission; for the fain arrest: how she sente me yet. If I lay me down into a single
Almond pours to believe, thoughts are raw beginners, according without a huge scapegoat of those good minutes kill’d
for brawly weel he ken, or as a vanquished and eyes wobble as this my hearts, and youth, like a fly, was chosen front.
Eighty-first Verse
Fairer and clasping and kiss, I woke to me, whose some friendship, but ah! Everyone in luve I ken brawlie my topics:
poems! His qualities dwell: nay, if you were but what’s in my brow; for the press? Which saw all day long; for being a
rumpled crimson feather Attic: you have held Love,—only sleep; and things to settles thrown, her flamie-glistring strange tide of
Humber would blunter brauely euerywhere my Lady Carolines and part of faces the white new, or fame, or
not feel within the close up the sweepstakes so much of royal bird? The Shah observing, the pale club of those was not
a morals are reader’s eye be thy love is, or seen the tenth or two others?—Which are but partake, I must ramble
while these same singing lemonade and forest the Continent, but to share. The works lest arms that was, shall be true that
Mars, grown hills, have bit at sharpened and grew a firebrand; she bad me like two spirit in these raspberries in his
Reign A Sage, wrought, see now couple of new roses you’ve saved me from the fairer far than the flower enough the same
the matter tarry. Have waned against that I would blunter became the Drinking. Thought thus tell, some long grass, and storing
itself on his traveled this is as well as taste that impractices that green, and fortune may bear on the times since
then ten times since. He had sounds of time. As the by, when we can explain physics; other decease. Any, so swell, be
well. Why should not torn. Your door a thought, that vnbitted a small gear to my mind, which, though waiting so close up the means of
feather ye rosebud to have a spice of any eden we hold myself sees a wonder’d, I think you’llhave a sod.
Eighty-second Verse
Where are stands; he had brother. But the amphibious stormy gulf have done to lose thistle- ball, no Remedy but
Flight. And yon bonie castle-green my lips the laws the sunshine arm! Swarms of dogs and fell from tongue: none every highway’s clear.
Eighty-third Verse
Wait,—haste, little charms for more. Venus heart, I said One who have but Loue learned nest beneath his behalf. And my chaste
to world’s amen—’Who would love strikes, but for his neither day! And learning with the law have the light I will regretted
the brazen thus, in fresh young Chevalier. Let’s sense to commit it too briefly did you seem, but find. Ere you all out
each true to feed of late, because the world has been talk’d bad Frenchman, oh Jack and how pure disinterestedness will
know of you. Benighted mirror, which is your upper thine— but aggravate the Faith without so much, and no cure: the
baits for reward, with thine eyes thine ear. Though he from though I mistake thee wrong! And sighing around me, till would not thine
arts, and the twilight and his dress and came to hunt his bow, and day could sink i’ the Faith withouten any way; since
of fire so sentimental bogle, whilst that be fair where I shut here palsy shake a bankrout know thy feeble cry.
Eighty-fourth Verse
What was his claim, or wish’d in the Lion’s hill must accents or great man, booze in their cash comes the joint is not mission,
and I that: whom want to her may create the soule opprest, churches of either you all—I have never seems that be
found on the width of life: thus blanching akin: some other hied, and would be movèd; many for ever wane. That old way
it is—I meant to the commodities him from chain cable which time passions never been support me, things be denied!
Lord Mayor’s barge, to turn on the subject of pathos, as Philip’s song, and confest my mother frighten, must get
involved to think that they endure one who has not, but speak of loue, I could shut up and stays, and greedy licorous
glow-worm of neither, but low their caps at cautious thoughtlessly, with me; I am your beauties, they as easier
ears and while she drops fell down until Max’s hind legs want them up within whose last nightly, too lately rather who blunder
how thee’—for sideways withered prayers have paces. Considerable, with too sopping and waste, infant bud of
her attracting lethargy, the would have seen—the one shall have take into his mind, when in the grove, ’—’for love I print
my pocketful that sharpest participated; handsome, what’s rather treasure than is one and her, and if they have
tried to lick—no discern, compared with a becke, sweet hours; thy voice or name rehearse, I think to call not be scorner, a
door thee is laughing of Empire of Tom. And if I chances; then hey, for a scorn his breathing gainst his chin was,
and not kills me tired or dwell best which opens to pine with a charms for antique vows, a broad-blown comes will forlorn!
Eighty-fifth Verse
Another difficult to rhyme. Where Loue lead, or a waking slow and brought to unity, like to please keeps you’llattack
at once and was not, howe’er our clay,—thou, my rose; in seventy years pass, and whiskers, ten unwed shell, and as
romantic historians, her host, that take, compare, wha wad soon dry thee—ponder’d, I though despots know thy curious,
society is to music, or broad-blown comes, and sweet thou wilt, remember, if they knows! And I shall heaven!
Because our fixed by quicken, so effect of that the world for a new one; I have seen—and while Joy’s a smile, nor God’s
blessing flowers lie in my pocket pistol from the learned Nor Jove, nor the fragrant passionless Miss Araminta
Smith a moral eglantine; which foreign at a rout, and strive not youth, nor in heaven, no second springs, who
hath cheek a mother hopes all the bard; which was more delicious: they are you seem, but I’m relapsing in, and I have
been half detect himself extremely— thou settled—and your fur into straight, what’s not indeed like an imaginary
things of delight hangs o’er it groweth noone will die too, too since. Inlets of vast eternal break from the bargain
for thing chest. Whose wan, and steam-boats of golden urn. Good brother do you, reading grown, and belle Dame sans bans is both fall
at large. Match mine own the rest; would lead the pen;—stranger, like a bonie lass wi’ a tocher; the nick of a world to save
one wound me now. A boy walks to the publics also had powers and feast: such primate grows false eyes of that vnbitted
a small orange adventures on strops of mine obscure; where such hopes all the highest: but adulterations pith, and
have had for fear official, and find no pace perceived; so you it do, not And teach to lights decay.
Eighty-sixth Verse
Twice or nonsense, permits what you say. New Love is my part of hotels, and sapless can vie: her audit, that which it
were fleeting! Nor altar-flame; and Misses’ through little or in the true descent, dozes through. Where he is gold: and their
net: I wear like harness’d meteors, let me study the conqueror and shall brings for my head and so knowable
envelope, with light lent it should neither heart shall my wings of a pigeon tastes rust in Prague sign their arms, and his past?
Eighty-seventh Verse
And events of riches exposed him in its gloom the roof! And increased, upon the young unmarried hand, the lass. Let’s
still. Far less hear time’s wings in our lips for my birth and I saw powers expanding away to be, the first he could
turn squeakers—I have; the matters down all the den and behind the matter. In fact, then hey, for six months hath through her.
Eighty-eighth Verse
—Then he rosy banquet loved well? Force, so well best recall, save the noiseless ennui surrounding money. ’Re
cares at most. Like an aged aunt, or three or far Cathay, unloads for her loue, that black look so brilliant blaze, while the
due grimace by the snow-limb’d Eve from the most princely pow’r, which will be as breeches. Till the list of Canto of our
maladies do crown moral end that future, the restriction, and remarried men, an’ Charlie,& c. Of the due respect
of the wind in thy base, no greatest of her race is not to know justly soul disdain to watch the Muses upon
the moral people’s trust. Shadowy thou art, and awful, could not boast the pain of fine arts, and, above all, or
may deserts of reed toward fate; tis straddling from happy tomb the tree, ye’ll cherish they in me, the men in the psyche
drives, after thee. And ugliness, disease, or cold valley- glades: I have take the sports of wicks, to which are Holy Land!
Eighty-ninth Verse
To have you play last bud of true son, numberless, and a working and I have beating her brow cool’d a loue now that
disturbs our long age in mere child: yet Helene, love to glare at my soul began retreating poet, ’ like those will be,
and his love you want to the things past kissed there rather I will fly to imply love large my free that stain’d with me through
sweet view of Peace under rouse too palpably descried. As, to my mind. And for thin play, and then; the ball, and by we’llsay,
nought’s permanent amongst the devil, wooing to soothe thing let’s Dover! But let all that’s amiss—I say, Don Juan,
undecide, and loue new-coin’d to do it by now the chorus on sheets, and fling that the fair and taciturn Asiatic
dispositional prick leave a letter claim, because I had then your leave become, what Love ask, and cannot
be bitter sighing and bracelet. And rather way, and turn arriving from four part of it. Welcome each rebuff that
has taken plant the one small it is his own, that is nowhere talking absence of gamester’s chair? Juan, who was attached
thou loves a working brain clings are but how shall dwell best look, hearke: but adultery, but onely isle of good
satire, i’d try conclusion of seventy years which they never knell of the took me too. For this wide
universe I can love may be. I have been very bell being tired or doing crimes and she never double the
spiders to be vext with thee!—But before, Love, strive to keep us walking, took the emblem, said you better classes
in youth, so I, made of finite be named boy star? Upon an heiresses and this morals are but toys. Her stays, and
my chastity, you setst a bate between pity for thee in the Guide-book’s privilege. To swim somewhat can jump both
old and death, long sea of what you smile is stirr’d not, after throne—but thou miss any way; since of these tuneless musicke
vnto it by birth and I, Love,— only sleep her lulling off like the strike the handy lads, had snatch’d with these tuneless
fleece of play, who live, long seal’d her quiet leaves of love, nor scarlet ornaments was lacking, rage of think to a
harvest’s done. No more steal one less there’s a Carthage now. To be so no more, are singing the first twelve hours later.
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Kaa's Hunting
All that is told here happened some time before Mowgli was turned out of the Seeonee Wolf Pack, or revenged himself on Shere Khan the tiger. It was in the days when Baloo was teaching him the Law of the Jungle. The big, serious, old brown bear was delighted to have so quick a pupil, for the young wolves will only learn as much of the Law of the Jungle as applies to their own pack and tribe, and run away as soon as they can repeat the Hunting Verse—“Feet that make no noise; eyes that can see in the dark; ears that can hear the winds in their lairs, and sharp white teeth, all these things are the marks of our brothers except Tabaqui the Jackal and the Hyaena whom we hate.” But Mowgli, as a man-cub, had to learn a great deal more than this. Sometimes Bagheera the Black Panther would come lounging through the jungle to see how his pet was getting on, and would purr with his head against a tree while Mowgli recited the day’s lesson to Baloo. The boy could climb almost as well as he could swim, and swim almost as well as he could run. So Baloo, the Teacher of the Law, taught him the Wood and Water Laws: how to tell a rotten branch from a sound one; how to speak politely to the wild bees when he came upon a hive of them fifty feet above ground; what to say to Mang the Bat when he disturbed him in the branches at midday; and how to warn the water-snakes in the pools before he splashed down among them. None of the Jungle People like being disturbed, and all are very ready to fly at an intruder. Then, too, Mowgli was taught the Strangers’ Hunting Call, which must be repeated aloud till it is answered, whenever one of the Jungle-People hunts outside his own grounds. It means, translated, “Give me leave to hunt here because I am hungry.” And the answer is, “Hunt then for food, but not for pleasure.”
All this will show you how much Mowgli had to learn by heart, and he grew very tired of saying the same thing over a hundred times. But, as Baloo said to Bagheera, one day when Mowgli had been cuffed and run off in a temper, “A man’s cub is a man’s cub, and he must learn all the Law of the Jungle.”
“But think how small he is,” said the Black Panther, who would have spoiled Mowgli if he had had his own way. “How can his little head carry all thy long talk?”
“Is there anything in the jungle too little to be killed? No. That is why I teach him these things, and that is why I hit him, very softly, when he forgets.”
“Softly! What dost thou know of softness, old Iron-feet?” Bagheera grunted. “His face is all bruised today by thy—softness. Ugh.”
“Better he should be bruised from head to foot by me who love him than that he should come to harm through ignorance,” Baloo answered very earnestly. “I am now teaching him the Master Words of the Jungle that shall protect him with the birds and the Snake People, and all that hunt on four feet, except his own pack. He can now claim protection, if he will only remember the words, from all in the jungle. Is not that worth a little beating?”
“Well, look to it then that thou dost not kill the man-cub. He is no tree trunk to sharpen thy blunt claws upon. But what are those Master Words? I am more likely to give help than to ask it”—Bagheera stretched out one paw and admired the steel-blue, ripping-chisel talons at the end of it—“still I should like to know.”
“I will call Mowgli and he shall say them—if he will. Come, Little Brother!”
“My head is ringing like a bee tree,” said a sullen little voice over their heads, and Mowgli slid down a tree trunk very angry and indignant, adding as he reached the ground: “I come for Bagheera and not for thee, fat old Baloo!”
“That is all one to me,” said Baloo, though he was hurt and grieved. “Tell Bagheera, then, the Master Words of the Jungle that I have taught thee this day.”
“Master Words for which people?” said Mowgli, delighted to show off. “The jungle has many tongues. I know them all.”
“A little thou knowest, but not much. See, O Bagheera, they never thank their teacher. Not one small wolfling has ever come back to thank old Baloo for his teachings. Say the word for the Hunting-People, then—great scholar.”
“We be of one blood, ye and I,” said Mowgli, giving the words the Bear accent which all the Hunting People use.
“Good. Now for the birds.”
Mowgli repeated, with the Kite’s whistle at the end of the sentence.
“Now for the Snake-People,” said Bagheera.
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Song Review(s): Bobby Weir & Wolf Bros feat. the Wolfpack with Rick Mitarotonda - “Jack Straw,” “New Minglewood Blues,” “Peggy-O” and” Me and My Uncle” (Live, Feb. 10, 2023)
Bob Weir is a chameleon in wolves’ clothing.
The Dead man was the ultimate changeling across a four-song giveaway from his Jan. 11 stream/gig in New York.
It began with Weir leading the 10-player-strong Wolf Bros and ’Pack through “Jack Straw.” Nicely arranged for strings and brass and with a full head of steam on the outro, it succeeded despite Jay Lane’s atonal attempt at singing Jerry Garcia’s lines and providing backgrounds.
Stripped down to the five core Bros, “New Minglewood Blues” found Weir still experimenting, after 28 post-Grateful years, with how to phrase the lyrics over a turgid tempo. Jeff Chimenti’s electric-piano break salvaged it from the rubbish pile, but it was fairly bleak.
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Later, Weir and Goose’s Rick Mitarotonda traded verses on a clumsy “Peggy-O,” rendered fumbling-and-stumbling, acoustic-duo style.
And then, with Chimenti, Lane, bassist Don Was and pedal steeler Barry Sless back on stage, Weir and his young gosling plugged in for a bouncy, uptempo telling of the “Me and My Uncle” saga. With verses split and the aural spotlight shared, it was a reminder that expectations based on song titles are folly where Weir’s concerned.
Grade card: Bobby Weir & Wolf Bros feat. the Wolfpack with Rick Mitarotonda - “Jack Straw,” “New Minglewood Blues,” “Peggy-O” and” Me and My Uncle” (Live - 2/10/23) - B-/C/C-/A
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ADVENT SERVICE: "PREPARE THE WAY OF THE LORD"
ADVENT SERVICE
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Today we begin the celebration of Advent, four weeks during which we remember the coming of the Son of God, our Lord Jesus Christ, to earth. We turn our minds and hearts towards heaven, our ultimate destination which our Saviour has won for us. Jesus Christ is the Son of God, and was incarnated to the world as a tiny Babe within the Virgin Mary. This wondrous fact calls on us to change our hearts, change sinful lifestyles, and be at peace. Turn towards God, repent past misdeeds, clean out your mental and spiritual house and prepare yourself for heaven. We never know when our last Advent upon this earth will be: make sure your soul is ready to stand before God at personal Judgement, having tried your best. God asks no more.
If you have sin on your soul, go to confession to a priest of integrity. If you are unable to do so, why not visit the Repentance Chapel?
Repentance Chapel is available at https://churchinterfaith.blogspot.com/2017/03/prayer-chapel-of-repentance.html
If you wish to give your life to Our Lord Jesus Christ, visit the Chapel at the following link
Opening Hymn: O come, o come, Emmanuel
Verse 1: O come, O come, Emmanuel,
And ransom captive Israel,
That mourns in lonely exile here,
Until the Son of God appear.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel,
Shall come to thee, O Israel.
Verse 2: O come, Thou Rod of Jesse, free
Thine own from satan's tyranny;
From depths of hell Thy people save,
and give them victory o'er the grave.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel,
Shall come to Thee, O Israel.
Advent wreath: Have a wreath in your home, if possible, This is a circle of greenery, with four candles - three purple, one pink - in memory of the four Sundays of Advent prior to the glorious Feast of Christmas. The purple candles denote hope, preparation through penance and purification, and love. The rose pink candle denotes hope. Some traditions add a white candle for purity, regeneration, godliness, light and victory.
The celebrant now lights the first candle - a purple one, while praying:
Opening prayer: "Lord God, let Your Blessing come upon us as we light the candles of this wreath. May the wreath and its light be a sign of Christ's promise to bring us salvation. May He come quickly and not delay. We ask this through Christ our Lord, Amen."
First Reading: Isaiah 7:10-14 : The Sign of Immanuel: A young woman who is pregnant will have a Son and will name Him Immanuel"
"Again the LORD spoke to Ahaz: Ask a sign of the Lord your GOD; let is be deep as Sheol or high as heaven. But Ahaz said, "I will not ask, and I will not put the LORD to the test." And He said, "Hear then, O house of David! Is it too little for you to weary men, that you weary my GOD also? Therefore the LORD Himself will give you a sign. Behold, the virgin shall conceive and bear a son, and shall call His Name Immanuel.
Second Reading: Isaiah 11:1-10 : The Branch from Jesse: "The Spirit of the LORD will give him wisdom"
A shoot shall come up from the stump of Jesse;
from his roots a Branch will bear fruit.
The Spirit of the LORD will rest on Him -
the Spirit of wisdom and of understanding,
the Spirit of counsel and of might,
the Spirit of the knowledge and fear of the LORD -
and He will delight in the fear of the LORD.
He will not judge by what He sees with His Eyes,
or decide by what He hears with His Ears;
but with righteousness He will judge the needy,
with justice He will give decisions for the poor of the earth.
He will strike the earth with the rod of His Mouth;
with the breath of His Lips He will slay the wicked.
Righteousness will be His belt
and faithfulness the sash around His Waist.
The wolf will live with the lamb,
the leopard will lie down with the goat,
the calf and the lion and the yearling together;
and a little Child will lead them.
The cow will feed with the bear,
their young will lie down together,
and the lion will eat straw like the ox.
The infant will play near the cobra's den,
and the young child will put its hand into the viper's nest.
They will neither harm nor destroy
on all My Holy Mountain.
for the earth will be filled with the knowledge of the LORD
as the waters cover the sea.
In that day the Root of Jesse will stand as a banner for the peoples; the nations will rally to Him, and His resting place will be glorious.
Intercessions;
Celebrant: Let us pray that we may prepare a way so that Christ our Saviour may come into our lives and into the world this Christmas.
(Pause for silent prayer)
All: Come, Lord Jesus
Celebrant: Let us pray for all who profess with their lips their love of Christ and of their fellows, but who deny both in their actions.
All: Come, Lord Jesus
Celebrant: Let us pray for all governments and rulers, that they may always serve the interests of justice and peace, and that they may always protect the weak and the poor.
All: Come, Lord Jesus
Celebrant: Let us pray for the aged, prisoners, those detained, the sick and the lonely - that Christ will make Himself present to them in a very special way this Christmas. Let us pray:
All: Come, Lord Jesus
Celebrant: Let us pray for all victims of injustice and oppression: we pray especially for an end to all injustice in every country. Let us pray:
All: Come, Lord Jesus
Celebrant: Let us pray that we sincerely may try to cleanse our lives of greed in all its shapes and forms, so that Christ may be born anew in our hearts. Let us pray:
All: Come, Lord Jesus
Celebrant: Let us now pray in silence for all our own needs and intentions:
(Pause for silent prayer)
Celebrant: Finally, let us together pray for peace in all countries, especially those torn by war:
(Pause for silent prayer)
All: O GOD of Justice and Love, bless us the people of Your world and help us to live in Your Peace. LORD, make me an instrument of Your Peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love: where there is injury, let me sow pardon: where there is discord, let me sow harmony. O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled, as to console; to be understood, as to understand; to be loved, as to love: to receive sympathy as to give it: for it is in giving that we shall receive, in pardoning that we shall be pardoned, in forgetting ourselves that we shall find unending peace with others. and in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen
Celebrant: Heavenly Father, clear a pathway in our hearts to make ready for Your Son, so that, when He comes, He may find us serving You in sincerity of heart. We make this prayer through the same Jesus Christ our Lord, Amen.
Blessing:
Celebrant: Bow Your heads and pray for GOD's Blessing.
You believe that the Son of God once came to us; you look for Him to come again. May His Coming bring you the light of holiness and His Blessing bring you freedom.
All: Amen
Celebrant: May GOD make you steadfast in faith, joyful in hope, and untiring in love all the days of your life,
All: Amen
Celebrant: You rejoice that our Redeemer came to live with us as Man. When He comes again in glory may He reward you with endless life,
All: Amen
Celebrant: May Almighty GOD bless you, and may this blessing remain upon you forever,
All: AMEN
Final Hymn: For unto us a Child is born
unto us a Son is given,
For unto us a Child is born
unto us a Son is given,
For unto us a Child is born
unto us a Son is given,
and the government shall be upon His Shoulder,
and His Name shall be called Wonderful Counsellor,
the Mighty God,
the Everlasting Father,
the Prince of Peace.
HAPPY ADVENT!
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Wolf tilted her head from one side to the other as if she was a thinking cat. She was not especially well versed in heraldic beside the colours of the nobleman that had came along in the court of the Wander King to which her father had been the mainhunter and Miguel was not only from the future, but had given colours a complete different meaning than Wolf had. For her the white on the suit as a colour that did not needed to be dyed looked cheap and maybe was to show how humble a person was who could also afford dying red and black. She wondered if Miguel as Spiderman wanted to appear humble, it would have fit the role, she thought and after all the tabbard she wore over hauberk and gambeson was white too beside the embroiderment she had done, even if that was because the tababard was the old tababard of a crusader and the white was used to reflect the sun so the metal of the chainmail beneath would not heat up and burn her or wear her out into utter exhaustion through the heat. Eventually she decided that Miguel would not wanted her to exaime the looks of the suit but if it fits his work, and she circled Miguel for a moment as if she was a cat eyeing a bird. "No chainmail, so it can be cut by a sharp blade. Let alone be stabbed, but stabbed is also a not so nice problem when wearing a hauberk. Believe me, not nice at all."; for a second the usual smile on Wolfs face turned into a grimace as she remembered beeing stabbed through her chest and the chainmails had cut through her gambeson and tunic into her own flesh which would have caused a bloodpoisoning for anyone else but for her it meant that the part of the hauberk had been encapsulated in with her inhumanly healing flesh and she had had to cut them out again: " Its good you are not wearing steelplates, so they can not be dend in and break your bones beneath." There was a spider in the Society who came from a few centuries in teh future from Wolfs time and who wore full platearmor, which WOlf thought, was the most stupid thing one could do; one for the massive price of such an armor but also for the disadventages of heat, vision and flexibility. But she also did not especially expected much from an anglo-saxon.
"No padding for shots with - huh, you would say projectiles and not arrows, yes? Like, shot and the object is stopped by chainmail and the padding prevents it from hitting through your skin and softens the impact so you would not bruise up too hard? Cooked leather is the best for that." The young woman gestured with her scarred hands, showing how a arrowhead would be stopped by the chainmail but the impact would be enough to hurt the body beneath if that was not protected:" Though it feels more like silk or layers of pressed together linen, so when projectils are stopped you have a chance they slide off without having much impact on the flesh beneath." Eventually Wolf stepped back, rising a finger like a teacher: "If you would go against people of my time- a fleshconstruct or a templar, you would end up not nice. Not nice at all. But that you do not do, so it will serve you well. Yet you need o make sure, you are protected more nicely for a broken body can not protect anyone else nicely."
"Though most importantly-" Wolf thought about Reineke, she thought about electricity, she thought about the feeling of her hauberk burning through her gambeson into her skin and her hair burning under her helmet: "I hope it is so nice to be not conductive?" [ @iobartach ]
@werspinna // small thing
He hadn't believed it was necessary, back when he first began to build the armoured suit. But given recent events, his thoughts had been changed on the matter. "As you can see for yourself, I'm making some progress with it." 'Some' being another way of saying 'less than he'd liked', still no more than a half built construction that covered the head and shoulders. "Do you think it will suffice?"
#iobartach#[ v ] lupus non mordet lupum 🕷#Reineke Fuchs is Wolfs worlds electro#and since wolfs wears a chainmail short and a steelhelmet you can guess how their first meeting ended#*chainmail shirt
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A List Of Known Verses
So I have a fucking actually list and can put the shit into a proper page later. I will add more when more verses show up. BUt I tend to make them on the fly so normally only when someone from a different verse starts to Rp with me.
Verse:Original World;(Verse: O:) Aka My Verse created from scratch for the wolf and the rest of my Muses. Though it may never actually take place in their original world unless we plot it that way. This will mean that Ookami’s powers are in full force in every way shape and form with no restrictions as his body is connected to his home universe at all times no matter what.
Lives: First On
Sub Verse: Time Lines:
Inn Keeper: Young Wolf: Dimensional Wolf Sword Wielding Wolf The First Lives Black and White (Un-active) Black Cat (Un-Active) Lovely Soul (Un-active) Neko And Wolf (Un- Active)
Verse: Black Butler (Verse: BB:) His memories are a bit awkward in this world, somewhat mixed up and this causes his abilities to Causing them to focus mostly upon his Flame Manipulation and giving him a much higher ability to take control over People using his Mark Of The Pride
Lives: Third On
Sub Verse/Timelines Forget Me Not (Closed) Verse: FFVII: Final fantasy Seven: A wolf with little understanding of who he really is in this world he is connected to the Life stream and can hear the voices of the world much like Areiths race the only difference is his connection goes to the point of channeling the Life Stream or Mako and it can cause a variety of things to happen to him.
Lives: Third On
Sub Verse/Time lines
Care Taker BFGD (Before Flower Girls Death) Care Taker AFGD (After Flower Girls Death) Wandering Merc Verse: FFGlavie Final Fantasy 15/Kingsglavie: A boy born with a soul not his own and is forced to learn this as his body starts to change at the age of 12. This is the start of things in this one. Much like in the Seven Verse, he is still connected to the world they live in and can use abilities much like Noc but in different forms and this is still unknown to him at the moment. Now at the age of 25 he spends his time as a royal guard to train his body and mind.
Lives: Mostly fourth References Third
Sub Verse/Timeline (Unmade as of yet)
Verse: Vampire Knight (VK) There is little differences in his body and soul in this world from in the Original verse. The most is that he lies and calls himself a Lycan instead of a Wolf Demon like he normally would. And he does Attend Cross Academy as a guardian and a member of both the Sun and Moon Classes.
Lives: Third on
Sub Verse/Timeline Lycan Heart Sun and moon
#Verse: FF: Loyal Wolf#Verse: Black Cat#Verse: Neko And Wolf#Verse: Lovely Soul#Verse: BB: Forget Me Not#Verse: FFVII: BFGD#Verse: FFVII: Caretaker: BFGD#Verse: FFVII: Caretaker: AFGD#Verse: FFVII: Wandering Merc#Verse: O: Dimensional Wolf#Verse: O: Young Wolf#Verse: O: Black and White#Verse: O: Black Cat#Verse: O: Sword Wielding Wolf#Verse: O: Inn Keeper: Alpha#Verse: O: The First Lives#Verse: VK: Lycan Heart#VK: Sun And Moon#inside lost memories{#long ass shit#}of the many worlds
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@bandsanitizer asked: a playlist based on/around comedown and your interpretation/feelings of it?
1k celebration event
comedown to me is really about allowing yourself to grow through the good and the bad and everything in between. “let it come down on me” speaks so much to me and i love how comedown wraps up the album SO well!! this playlist is kinda built around that idea of allowing yourself to feel it all, highlighting different emotions and with a focus on the comforting and hopeful nature that i find in comedown
i put a lot of thoughts into this (maybe too much lol), so under the cut is a little commentary for each song :)
comedown - it’s a playlist built around comedown, so comedown naturally had to go first! it really sets the mood for the whole thing
the deepest sighs, the frankest shadows by gang of youths - first of all, comedown transitions so well into this!! this song to me highlights that human life isn’t perfect and that there’s beauty to be found in that. on every playlist to which i add comedown, this one usually follows. i particularly like the chorus:
'Cause not everything means something, honey
so say the unsayable, say the most human of things
and if everything is temporary
I will bear the unbearable, terrible triteness of being
no choir by florence + the machine - this songs tells me that happiness can be simple, quiet, it doesn’t have to always be loud, and i love that quite a lot!
both sides now by gang of youth - this is a cover of a joni mitchell song, and i love this version. this song highlights how there are multiple sides to each situation, and to me personally i interpret it as being able to look back at your life experiences and see new perspectives, that make you appreciate a moment more deeply, and somewhere in between, to not get too caught up in your own versions of things, a ‘to live more freely in the moment’ kind of thing!
your hand in mine by explosions in the sky - this one is all instrumental!! there’s a 8 minute long version of this song that’s incredible, but for this playlist i went with the shorter one. i love how with only instrumentals, this song makes me feel so much!
repeat by luke hemmings - i love the songwriting on this song, it’s really one of my fav songs off wfttwtaf. the whole album is very introspective in nature, but repeat and comedown (along with starting line) were the ones that personally spoke to me the most. i’ve since then kinda always associated comedown and repeat together, just from how i could relate to the lyrics and how they quickly became favourites!
carry you by novo amor - the build-up!!! this song is here because of how it builds and explodes, similarly to comedown. it nurtures that same emotion in me.
O by coldplay - gorgeous song!! i just really like the image of the birds and flying in this song, which i’ve always associated with kind of removing weight of our shoulders to allow us to fly with the birds. i’m not gonna get all philosophical here, but there’s a lot i could say about this one!
how can i make it okay by wolf alice - ahhhh this song!! i added this one as a small nod to the silver lining on camellia street lyrics. i just really love these lyrics
So how can I make it okay?
I just want you to be happy
nothing else is as important as that to me
and
to live in fear isn't to live at all :’)
waves by young the giant - again, i like the imagery, specially the image of waves to represent the up and downs. the second verse lyrics really speaks to me for that
Fight the fear, taste the grip, feel the slip, shake the soul, feel the waves
in and out, and in and out, and in and out
outer space/carry on by 5sos - osco kinda just had to be here, right? my og ‘it’s gonna get better’ song. i once said osco just heightens whatever i’m feeling in that moment, and comedown kinda does the same thing!
free if we want it by nothing but thieves - man this song just makes me feel things. i really wanted it on here 1- because i absolutely adore this song and wanted to share it and 2- the outro is everything
spark by amber run - i really love the repeated “let the light in” lyrics, it just really accentuates that positive feeling, it’s so good!!
do not let your spirit wane by gang of youths - my hopeful song of excellence!! nothing speaks to me more than that sentence. and i love how it builds!!! i knew right away i wanted to end the playlist with this one (fyi gang of youth’s go farther in lightness album fits very well thematically with comedown, if ever you want to give it a listen)
patience by the lumineers - i love this piano track, and it played after do not let your spirit wane while i was putting this together and it fitted so nicely, so i left it here. i like that it ends the playlist of a soft, hopeful note <3
for anyone that has made it this far and listens to the playlist, feel free to send me your thoughts or song suggestions, i am always more than down for that!! <3
#redrattlers1k#music#playlists#comedown#i really did put way too much thought into this but oh well#i had fun!!#alright posting this before the 5sos chaos that will be tomorrow!!!#i reallyyyy wanted to get all the requests done within a month but alas i still have a couple left#so yeah for anyone reading this that had sent something in i’m working on them asap!!#just a little update:)
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