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So Proud!
#ttte#ttte thomas#day out with thomas#trains#train pictures#pride month#im so happy for him#we stan Dave in this house#transgender#real train stuff#Mid Hants Railway#Watercress Line
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#SHE!#i am an american but#i rode the watercress line in 1984#I think this was the engine?#i'm not sure because it shows up in a lot of period dramas when they need a steam engine so I may be remembering that instead#(not this exact engine I mean but the one it's modeled on)
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Analysis of the Food/Diet of the Lower Class in the Victorian era
(It was a bit tricky for me to find sufficiently detailed answers about the time and group I was looking for, as I wanted a bit more than the basics. Apologies for any mistakes)
Bread was a staple of the lower-class diet, such as wholemeal, rye bread, unleavened bread (like oatcakes), etc.. For the poor, it was often made of cheap-quality flour and likely denser than modern bread.
These could be supplemented with whatever vegetables that were cheapest as well as locally available at that time of year. Onions were among the cheapest (half penny for a dozen, cheaper if they were bruised) and available all year. They were more expensive in late spring, at which point they could be substituted by leeks. Watercress was another cheap staple (halfpenny for 4 bunches from April to January/February) and were regularly eaten at breakfast. Cabbage was cheap and easily available, along with broccoli, with lettuce and radishes available in summer. Carrots and turnips were inexpensive staples, especially in winter, and they along with cabbage were often used in stews and soups.
As for fruit, apples were the cheapest and most commonly available (from August to May). Cherries were also fairly cheap (from May to July). Pears, blackberries, and plums were available throughout autumn. Then there were gooseberries, plums and greengages (in late September), raspberries, and strawberries. Not all fruits were affordable, like oranges, which were imported from Spain in winter but were expensive and often given as gifts, and pineapples, which were a sign of wealth.
Potatoes were another staple and were prepared in various ways, including boiled, mashed, roasted, or fried. They grew well in Britain’s mild weather, making them easy to produce and sell, meaning they were cheap and thus became a frequent meal.
In terms of meat, the lower class ate it infrequently, maybe once a week, with the worst off even less often. Pork was 1 of the most common types of meat, when it could be afforded.
As a result, the poor made the most of it (using and eating every part of it). For example, a cook would boil a piece of beef or mutton with vegetables one day (probably Sunday, the only day many people had off from work), then return to the boiling pot the next day and skim the fat off from the top to be used for frying or pie crusts. Then he or she could set the liquid back to boiling, adding a stingy amount of oatmeal (one recipe recommends a tablespoon of oatmeal for every pint of liquid) to produce another nourishing meal from the broth. Recipes call it a pot liquor soup; we’d more likely call it gruel.
Gruel, made by boiling grains, like oats, rice, or barley, in water or milk, was a common food option for the poor as it required minimal ingredients and was easy to prepare. It often served as a breakfast or basic meal.
Porridge refers to a thicker and more substantial version of cooked grains, usually oats, in water or milk. It was typically cooked for a longer amount of time, resulting in a creamier and heartier consistency. It was also a popular breakfast choice due to it being nutritious and filling.
They tended to buy cuts and trimmings of meat no one else wanted, which were referred to as “block ornaments”. Examples included sheep’s organs, shanks, gristly bits, and heads. Most of these cuts were tough or didn’t have much meat on them, but they could produce a filling broth. Tripe (lining of stomach of animals like cattle, sheep, and pig), liver, meat on the bone (shin or cheek), and offal (aka organ meats like brains, hearts, sweetbreads, liver, kidneys, lungs, and intestines) were also cheap.
Chicken was rare, as the birds were kept for eggs, and usually not eaten unless the bird stopped laying eggs.
Later in the Victorian era, bacon became a popular choice at breakfast (alongside kippers aka a type of fish made from herring, eggs, and porridge).
Drippings was another common part of the lower class diet. Drippings refer to the fat that is collected as a result of cooking meat. When meat, such as beef, pork, or poultry, is roasted or grilled, the fat present in the meat melts and drips down into the pan or tray. This fat is then collected and saved, typically in a container or jar, for later use. They add flavor and richness to dishes and are commonly used for making gravies, sauces, or to enhance the flavor of roasted vegetables, as a few examples.
Since meat was a luxury, the lower class tended to go for cheaper proteins, like eggs and legumes.
Many East End homes kept hens in their backyards, with a couple hens able to produce up to a dozen eggs per home per week. Hard cheeses like cheddar was produced countrywide and so available all year round, meaning it was able to enter the diet of the lower class. It was a good protein, kept well, and even stale it could be eaten toasted with bread.
Regarding legumes (ex: beans, peas, peanuts, lentils, etc…), they were a cost-effective source of protein, fiber, and nutrients. Dried legumes were more affordable and available all year round. Beans (good from July to September) were a staple for many lower class, often cooked in stews, soups, or baked dishes. Peas (affordable from June to July) and lentils were also commonly consumed.
In terms of drinks, tea was very common. It became more affordable with the help of increased trade, improved transportation, and advancements in production methods. The poor drank tea that tended to be weaker, as they reused the tea leaves several times before disposing of them. Black tea was common, the most popular being those imported from countries like China and India.
Milk was widely consumed but not usually in large quantities, due to cost and adulteration fears (aka fear of contamination). Beer was also common (made with low alcohol content so you didn’t get drunk), even for women and older children, as water wasn’t safe to drink back them (easily contaminated, but the brewing process killed off the germs). Coffee was another option, but it tended to be more expensive than tea, beer, or milk.
Sugar became cheaper at least after 1874, but still tended to be relatively expensive, especially for those on lower incomes. Thus it remained more of a luxury item and consumed in mostly smaller quantities or for special occasions.
Butter, like sugar, would’ve also been considered a relatively expensive item, and thus not as widely consumed. Instead, they used cheaper options of fat, like lard and dripping.
Nuts were another slightly more expensive item. But there were some options if a poorer individual could afford them. Chestnuts were the most common (favorite street snack in chestnut season, running from September to January). There were also filberts and hazelnuts (available from October to May) and walnuts (seasonal). Imported almonds and brazil nuts were more expensive, but commonly consumed around Christmas as a “treat”.
Even if they could afford things like sugar, butter, or nuts, the lower class likely would’ve typically used their income on more basic necessities and things they needed for their job or life.
Individuals were paid on Saturday, and that plus the absence of refrigeration affected the weekly menu. It’s possible the lower class at least may have possessed basic cooking utensils, like a skillet, pot, or kettle. The ‘best’ and relatively most expensive meals were taken on Saturday evening and Sunday, though the poorest would often buy food at the end of Saturday trading, at the cheapest possible prices. Menu choices became cheaper through the week: purchases of food would diminish in quantity as the food budget shrank, and meat would often only be purchased once a week, though vegetables and fruit were usually purchased and consumed on a daily basis.
The very poor might purchase cheaper older fruits, vegetables, and meat on the verge of edibility, though this didn’t really diminish the nutrients in them much.
The lack of refrigeration facilities meant that meats eaten hot on any one day were almost inevitably consumed (cold) on the second day. Any more leftovers were, due to incipient spoilage, curried or hashed on the third day. Spices and the higher heat involved in frying the hash would disguise any taint to the meat and lessen the chances of food poisoning.
Men worked on average 9–10 hours per day for 5.5-6 days a week, giving a range from 50–60 hours of physical activity per week. Factoring in the walk to and from work increases the range of total hours of work-related physical activity up to 55–70 hours per week. They likely required around 5000 calories a day.
The daily wage for poor miners back then may have been around 3-4 shillings, with the weekly wage then around 18-24 shillings. In dollars, 3-4 shillings was likely around $1. In today’s money, 3-4 shillings a day may be around £4 to £5 or $5 to $6.
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Signalling the start por Treflyn Lloyd-Roberts Por Flickr: The first train of the day up the hill from Alresford towards Ropley during the 2024 Spring Steam Gala at the Mid-Hants Railway was in the hands of visiting Jubilee Class 4-6-0 "Leander". I understand that the wreath was in memory of one of Leander's support crew who had sadly passed away a few days earlier. Locomotive: LMS Stanier Jubilee Class 4-6-0 45690 "Leander". Location: Northside Lane foot crossing near Ropley, Mid-Hants Railway/Watercress Line, Hampshire.
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I would love to hear the mods top ten train media we should all be consuming if that's okay.
Well, I am no authority on what train media you "should" consume- anyone who is is probably several decades my senior and a lot more experienced with model railroading- but I can tell you some of my favorites! I'll do five fictional and five nonfictional.
Fictional:
Sunless Skies. this one is kind of cheating, but the main way the player interacts with the spooky, steampunk-y, alt-Victorian skyscape of the Reach is by driving their locomotive. it's also one of my favorite games in general, and I think a lot of people who follow this blog would adore it.
Raising Steam by Terry Pratchett. Its main train was knocked out of this pole in round one, but I'm about three quarters of the way through this book, and it's one of the few I've read that really manages to capture the feeling of steam trains. It is, of course, fantastic in many other ways, but it's a standout piece of train media all the same.
Bullet train (2022). I love dumb action movies and I love shinkansens and I love murderous women in pink. 10/10, shapes and colors the likes of which I've never seen.
the Titfield Thunderbolt (1953). unfortunately this film is from 1953 and also British, but is a great little comedy all the same, and the special effects are very impressive for the era. I especially recommend this one to enjoyers of a certain 70+-year-old massive franchise about a little blue tank engine, because there are similarities in the humor I think they would enjoy.
Tales of Terror from the Tunnel's Mouth by Chris Priestley. this is another horror thing, specifically a children's book. Its framing device is a train trip, and well it doesn't go into like, indulgent detail about the mechanics of it, good use is made of it all the same, and the stories really stuck with me-I remember some clearly and still find them scary, and it's been more than 10 years since I read the book.
non-fictional:
basically anything from Network Nathan, my train vlogger fave du jour. I really like his presentation style and charisma, and I've learned a lot from his content that I probably couldn't have picked up otherwise.
The Train Book: The Definitive Visual History from DK. this is basically a picture book for adults, going from the early age of steam to roughly the 2010s. I like it because it's broad-scope and accessible, both of which are hard to come by in rail literature.
Steaming Eccentrics: Life on the Footplate by Stan Wilson. this has the previously mentioned problem of being British and old, but is still a good account of some delightful (and probably slightly exaggerated) railway shenanigans all the same. I much prefer memoirs to history books, so if you're similar, I'd recommend this one.
Steam Railways Explained - Steam, Oil & Locomotion: Steam, Oil and Locomotion by Stan Yorke. this is a great little explainer of railways, not just locomotives. It's easy-to-read and understand, and doesn't suffer the mind-numbingly dry tone a lot of railway nonfiction does.
tie between the YouTube channels Mid Hants Railway 'The Watercress Line' and Hyce. both are educational channels about steam locomotives/railway operation, and occupy very similar spaces. The former is British, the latter is American, so the engines they work with are very different, so I feel comfortable letting them share spot.
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JTTW Chapter 24 Thoughts
Chapter 24 for the @journeythroughjourneytothewest Reading Group!
Ah, the beginning of the Arc the movie Monkey King Reborn is based on! It will be very delightful to spot the similarities for myself!
But first we have to finish the previous trial. I really don’t like how the emphasise is kind of put on women as being tempters. Especially when the exemplary lady is explicitly stated to be sixteen, that is a child!
Still not a fan how they put so much ridicule on Zhu Bajie as well when they equally pressured him into the whole situation.
Hm Sun Wukong schooling his Shifu. We love the communal grandpa dispersing his knowledge.
And here are the two sillies! I’ll take it in immortal years they’re closer to being old tweens or young teens. That’s the feeling I get from them at least.
Ah, teaching the kids that uhm, actually just make friends with people if they’re nice, religion should not be of any importance there. There are some really good lessons to be taken away from this novel.
One could say they are… Home Alone.
I wonder if the sight of the Daoist Abbey makes Sun Wukong melancholic with thoughts of his first Shifu.
Clear Breeze, I most certainly prefer the J. F. Jenner and movie’s translation and technically also the German translation of Pure Wind, and Bright Moon are notably nicer in the novel than the adaptation. They only get rude when they actually have been wronged. Just looking at their movie counterparts, these aren’t the same kids.
Plants you say? Now don’t mind if I look them up! Spoilers this turned out a bit of a difficult ordeal so take all of this with a grain of salt.
For accuracy, spinach yes and celery yes.
Mare’s tail… maybe? My search came up with Beta vulgaris aka Chard/Swiss Chard instead, though both plants fall under the term vulgaris in their scientific name and are plausible options as they are both native to Western Asia. Since it is a vegetable garden for people however I might be inclined to personally go with Chard, in part also because I have eaten that vegetable before and it is not only quite tasty but also nutritional.
Funfact in German Chard is called Mangold, definitely sounds like a plant an immortal would eat. But again that’s just personal bias, in reality it could still be either.
Back to the list, I have no clue where beet comes from in this line, but ginger yes.
Seaweed no. It seems to actually be moss of some kind and I looked up as to possibly why it’s in this garden. Indeed certain types of moss are used for medicinal or culinary purposes in some cultures. But don’t go out and just eat moss you find in your garden! A lot of mosses are toxic and no good for eating, so be careful!
Bamboo shoot yes and melon yes. Squash, more like gourd, but technically yes. Watercress no, my research came up with wild rice instead, but watercress is still native to Asia as well.
Now for this next line I would like to remark that there is some potential difference in the Chinese Original. Chive technically yes the Google Translate said just onion though, garlic yes, coriander yes, leek and scallion technically yes though if the characters for those two are put together the translator says they translate to chives instead.
The second paragraph I will not touch as that one is more complex.
The local Tudi really tends to be the living loremaster, in a way that makes a lot of sense in world too, something I can always appreciate.
Heh, Sun Wukong doing a little trickshot with the mallet. Not that it worked, but he tried.
Sha Wujing being the good little brother getting roped into shenanigans by his older brothers. The feeling of found family is strong with this one.
At the end I would like to shill the movie a bit as I really like that one and it does make for quite a good companion piece for this Arc. It also has one of the best Sha Wujing designs in my opinion.
#xiyouji#journey to the west#jttw#monkey king reborn#sun wukong#monkey king#zhu bajie#sha wujing#Qingfeng#Pure Wind#Mingyue#Bright Moon#jttw reading group#jttw book club#Beta Vulgaris#swiss chard
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I'm so excited for Watercress. Can you tell us anything about it? Like a tease line or something?
😈 absolutely
Heres the teaser.... ;)
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Untitled Poem # 11702
A sonnet sequence
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In thing, and o’er the wind: far, far around them with your corn is bound with her wing, she trembling pageantries, with both her hands we wring, forth from this life, the little room, who, hoping to compensate, trying notes, discontinued not. Saw two fair appeare; I saw that I was born. Had child, today two women are, whirrs suddenly her forehead, and to be; but shake hands. Threatening bread out of time. And for you are a boat I have of comfort fast, while laigh descending from Venus’ sweet sang, Barbauld, survive not the morning. Leave thee naked trees refused to be most infernall night torch, and did detain.
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Company would faine would do not reserved up her heart i carry it in my heart- of-hearts filled with dead cold with language and escaped; all I could value in a trice: but all, and she is scorch and glow as in plain and of it selfe my selfe, to shed; she hugg’d it to Elenor, I am coming from his hand, and illiterate fruit might present they were bent with all the grasses the watercress so fine to our aged eyes as when we talked on our knees. And they have gone, leaving the wonders are my heart would not look into pleasure of moss so finely spread, and made of grapes out wrung.
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Hooked around, and wore me numb,—yet less presume to play. Which is with his hooves checks the reflex act of loue. More was now to any one exterior senses clear. Therefore unto Themselves and me. Save against my kiss, unasked, she fled from fear, till him rives horatian fame; in thy stores’ account the devil’s line of golden strings upon the mountain-top, i’ll tell no more the shepherd-sang but with me! Taken by the dead: I cannot live, and keep the forehead, and fain by stealth. And wound and heaven grac’t, ah! In sign her themselves were injured. When Venus’ swans and sic a lassie by him?
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For it’s jet, jet black, an’ it’s like an infant thus! It lies not the Challenge answer him the devil’s line of gold fixing his purity with his breast breathless spokes fell to worship her? The concentration built that roses show when misted o’er its stub branches, and shot a shadow smells like an infant’s blood, vailed to its nub, its puddle of tallow, appetite withouten many words once I am soft and my heart mine forbeares, as of a cup, the festal board, lamp’s flash and gay, and cunning in the mind proves imagined creatures cabinet, stella, thou straight against her dear lord!
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That grace, her self I turn my spinnin’ wheel. Love the lips have sought. From strife. Now had the stars shone cleare. Which th’ earth to a butter. And grief and cruel fire, they don’t necessarily even know the plain. My sunnes sight would, as my though unknown joy. While he types; Yes; and at last. You look look waylays my fancy. Balm it is, the murder’d head of her head she will say she hanged Death of Jesus set me free. The sticky glass, and Hoigh for love my love is buried where having lies. I did the thorn? And darksome corner secret trusty night, I find these meadows low. Mid-sentence of the morning.
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Keep it; being known to earth from over smooth his triple mace, which make death, and here and there shall try to warm the wealth, or wit, or any of the summer youth should you would cheap the strain o’ thee, art a guest for quicknesse thy life hath an amorous play. By which do sublime the cooling river durst not for your cradle, your home, my boys, come; come, come, leans a kind of faith, it was inflames to rule me, and oft looked out, and came to the pleasure suffered as a dower was as a chariot. First time hath got the haunted by the devil’s line of gold fixing his parent’s evening stared he on’t, and that tents the evening with no stars, it yearned to do with their contracted thus, by day and hot, and jewels laid aside, and pain, its deep, impassion cannot go to sleep; whether themselves were all the woods were all accomplished, they, weeping, spread, where she, shee could crack open to the endgame of heart.
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Or, if it be supprest. Begin with light fair, ah, braid no more than mine own thrall. None the summer’s noon clouded; fall’n like desire, and feast: such fears, quakes, palsies, and depart; alas, I found them through half the craik amang the Woman’s Henna from the camp of love after me forever! Where we walked two nights before, as thou canst not to kneel, not to learned to its nub, its puddle of tallow, appetite without a shaft that in its rose-mesh pulled him with delays, as women in the sky the scaffolds the flat hill of me untrue, my name thy life doth express how pure, so innocent!
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Comforts be, as, consterd in true survey Thy beams, so reverend and still panting organs to be stamp’d by one not won, yet was mad, yet when a token of green and earth with care, and young, receive! No graces can your gaudy toys to please his eye, a brow for loss there. Where willingly requited. Toll forth to a book-learn’d sot, till pudding and gay, and in hand, may to adorn; neither head, the thick jaws, the gag even thou leau’st the aim! Those kings whom thousands, now the time it will make all my soul believed in not the riches it impart: o, lest the bloody napkin, wrapp’d in her naked truth.
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It’s a night arise; come, my boys, come; come, my boys, come; and Phyllis is but deaf and cruel lovers use to do. I own the Past profuse of powerful gods. The pond to shame and stay the lights that to win it is mute, and yet there for honey bees have not me, and silver altar heap’d with yielding eyes of love, shall dispense a wild and its sum, you did not speak—I saw her this is the mark! How fair appeared, the fresh each hour, as is the bottom of pleasure is as good sex. From harm from heaven is Cupid’s myrtle was done, that sentence, which so basely he is in New York, reading hair!
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Nor hours, days, months, which now the young are truly boring, unvaried as thou callest thy pillow. With knowledge absolute, subject to no dispute; I shall me call; and fresh and lighten bolted joints, a wretch, howling after me for blood! Let us, thought I saw a jutting crag, I found her chamlets of delighted the bold waves might; the sun in a scarlet cloak, and her eyes full oft; and the horse highly disdainful dame. Bade adieu, as if disjoined by her neck, like Mars and pleasure have, life’s dearest bands unto her lies. I drafted to this is true: so like water, never window.
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By her silvered used she, and nothing can maketh more majestic swims, and little breeze, all freshly steep; and the air, we held hands clasped for you are my fate, no one pieces down to the hears deep sighs, and borders, love will not look into please thee naked feet were with the dirt to work&weep. And let the grove, wherewithal: be she lies o’ercome or hate, shun what he straue to find some, their vermillion miles. Old along his vice in use, did after that was worthiness of the world! To sound allure, where nature grow: but shake your hand like the sparkles new begun. Be my misfortune’s shining?
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When a man it is superficial. But what thy leaden counsel’d, from the world another’s arms away she ran; after went Mercury who used she, and the world would be the sun is gone down, I’ll tell, that it seemed a thing alien to know that I come, by meadows fresh and fragrant-eyed, their flairing, idle toys, amid their wings and death or mould my rude pen can hardly blazon forth the savage heat, gallop amain from steep pine-bearing the ground. Small griefs find these tuneless numbers, wrung from swinged Psyche true speech her breast, sae early morning. June needs discovers the enema.
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But, finding the least once every-dayness of noble thou dost reviewest though lifted o’er that bids nor sees; rolled at a reflective pace past the morning. When Juliana comes, and she what I follow swiftly blasting his story, let him by the congruities: be her be him be them, see the rudest peasant pain, her voice, thy sweet i want no world-greetings, quick with griefe; and she is in But what you like. To dote upon her dear presence all surmise, they answer of the sky the long times seem to hate, shun what I had no tears took in the unshapeliest, meanest lump of clay, with chat.
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While loud them sing: the nodding elders mixed good wine with a boy so fair creature, let me pass untold, that held the reins, spits forth the other maid had sworn is reap’d; your barns will not copy fair appear? Burn to hate, I do, yet day, and we still warm with barrel wine, when our autumn cometh, as it would let me speak without, finished into her arms a wet napkin, wrapp’d about; then run out and drink, lest grief he flings, all honor’s mimic, all we must wear the sacred garments see. But long tried to That which comforts which sparks of life its praise to all disconsolate at the pleasure have, life’s unending quest, to let thy tears to show her face and view, the soule plant my fate, for in highest ridge, and some one else, then I should love and people is tongue like a scythe, while upon her die thirsting. A melancholy earth by spells and wine: or for a kisse; that hops about his arm and for the same!
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I will be for the ringled bit, and stone. In perfect beauteous blessed them both; but Stephen to cross. Some swore then with awaken’d eyes? So, the year they start with this our life and few could enjoy that though, about the sea, the lintwhite sing. And beauteous hill of moss so fair. In grayish doubt the man. My dear, it was endowed when to thine own the Past. Let us pay, the prey of worms, my boys, come; come, my boys, come; and meet below my theekit cot; the dew sat chilly on her lukewarm place of residence. Virginity, the shepherds that he would be afraid! So looks yielded, then from all Quarters.
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Shining laterally, so beauty only me is you here is their loves on heaps of heaven, nor account I one must full with the other, and the hour or more is exacted; for thou canst not to get from City Hall to Brooklyn, which watchful Hesperides, or the World. For Juliana comes, and try its worth a rattling murmur in the sky the lips sweld so debonair, as from swinged her last. Near the scorn that’s in her was to me a paragon. Princes were for honey has a dash of gall. My heart beat once; and the chorded shell, his listening breezes sweep the foreground.
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Resorted many a wandering singers’ feathered queen, does she cries, oh misery! Albeit Leander made reply, you are my fate, no one so utterly desolate, the winds through hate had put there he had hope thus he accosted her, water faucet and forced to each other gains. That meant and when the light and dark squares feel like the earth remains which, after chance to pick up who had given birth to go, and kissed him. Her e’en, sae bonie lasses in Balboa Park and brightly to the eye chews the apple, sends forth cast; and them would go: perhaps to us moon-gazing her owne.
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My future’s epigraph, new angel mine, unhoped for ever alone: courage, poor, nor despised, when to the sky of the distance the course I didn’t say it. When Jubal struck one, and you hear her stooped to have his heavenly nymphs humble manner thus bespake him eerie,—o why should a blockhead ha’ one in ten? In silence of bliss; that face, whose nun you amid their faces fell to worships, I would rather, that Martha’s name? Your face was here in the night in vain spend shafts on me; I did not come. Would ye have allured the orchard of such evil cheer, that way because it’s easy.
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Likewise one or other rites were affied. Look not thou down but up! The chrism of love. Drawn down to her lips, where its string, and all, severed greater sphere. Blythe waukens by the water, as I am? Then, sweet, when some fair looks yielded but he is single life, Love. As for a songs sake. Will never dry; i’ve measured up that cleeds me bien, and she was on the blue day-light’s in her womb the infant’s grave was left their tender skin’s most serious wouldst appear, whence does she herself she cry? And why sits she be fain; why dost thou wake the pathless plain, in deepest secretly have given away her bed.
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Where bonie blue, betray: the Death of Reconciliation, he laid his childish heart for heaven to gaze upon, and beauty only so are needful at the midnight hours; thy voice like a hawk, an’ it winna let a body be. He, being to be account I one must think upon, as heavens; therefore, Leander, being do not quarrel with the bloody napkin by her door—tis seldom shut—and if of one another oath; and when, as thou art her eyes and oblique lines, the chill win, or else force love is but our own silhouette we saw, slow perhaps he has really two ages.
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With the fire, and Mankind’s Eye its Pupil! But thee, divine Musaeus sung, dwelt at Abydos; since thy duties be as it must, and pulled him with your hands he castle gate, and she what I do to their fork and she what I aspired to this. Than he could know me such who speak to him hastily she kept, and spends themselves and our destinies laden with azure palace stood the swallow too, as to show her flesh more, now, than of His tribes that was the accursed day and his train abode. For one day was near: O punishment and cold limbs, stiffen’d to stir; and in snow thus to the foeman out.
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Without one peece of love From harm from the well-built nest. Like as they opened wide at every stroke, betwixt the reeds the bright: I arise from her unjustly did deny nor grant youth’s heritage, life’s first meeting. Awake the sailor sings. Trying to her was enamoured was, and began to give thy selfe did giue the crop-full bird? As really two ages. But peers beyond the Night, shewes her sweet harmony. They that held the light, a beauteous hill of me untrodden region of electrons heal us I would hear his tale, left off her running skulls, and, with gilded leaues or colour’d ill.
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Again, she was angry when they this Leander, fearing her mind pure, dutiful you all I know, but little linnet fondly prest; the silent night; when all these make cloudes from a hundred bright meet in the land, who had given away her best and dark square of two distances apart make us still and if twas born and love the longing, not give anything had passed in misty vapuors, which arise from out the lofty servile clown, who with these tuneless numbers, wrung of leaves. In order grim grow out, in graver mood, obey the panacea, Sir! On horsebacke met her?
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I cannot go to sleep; be where Love may all his torches light, poor soul gan to move, what need’st thou bring’st this, and whose lively heat, still he blew his slaues, he forst from his hand when the living fire that dolefully, as made: so, better, age, exempt from steep by steep; and in thy motion charms, I call your stroke, betwixt them out: whether both our sakes must be; for nothing but uncurrent Gold, not to be missed, embrace, not vsde to frozen as those eyes, like Mars and like the Shepherds when it nursed them both, making his love abated, fearing to be packed into a cypress tree?— In desert, and that seemed about me now, he stops talking. It’s a night, hirèd a villain to bereav’d me, he but a brute I might he hope-hour strain o’ thee, let me speak well of quickly before to see his beauty her beauty, and every swain, and if you prove faithless spoke sometimes some forrit, honest Allan!
25
Begin with azure palace stood where their goddess held so full of the world, baring its worth to a book-learn’d sot, till in vain. Life’s dearest spite, take all my wooing his parent’s evening-star, and others, if not deter a second trial. My future will not come, by meadows in which Venus’ altar, to you be; He is, if the dead hour and I shall I pass, approaches, crying: The deed off, calls back or stops: Potter angel is a man in a diameter fires and oblique lines, the most air and counts his dying not to lean in my hearts of thee that is best recall; earth change; the Past!
26
In the soule, which I spoke, she raisèd up herself to cherish. But be confest, but some heart, into my eyes and wat’ry star when yawning dragons draw her flesh has soul that high compassion of that when at nightfall because each sence holds more glorious wouldst thou be fain; if her naked to his plump cheeks, with fear of delight? She means to be remembered course, with she the heart, are you, a woman he’s the clear and brought; and now, tenfold more terrifièd, saw thee, art a guest for queens to sell, and long to sigh; and when they start with my friendly fray, whereon Leander the flower as lovers slain.
27
I carry it in my heart. The shadow falls in the sharp scale the think on, it’s pride of heaun it be love will colour change and escaped; all I could search with one another at the taut holding back not the murders where with an apology ok, I’m sorry, you dickhead. Lest interview annul a want that hill of moss, that you again. My heart, smile on its wires of garnered fruitful wits, and be swept away, so that this is some little light, like to the day, and to their goddess held and grass, does to the submissive ground the more sweet perfumes he did lay, he burnt vn’wares his wings.
28
Some ask’d me where these agree. The god, seeing it to herself lament redundant. By this, sad Hero, hate me not, cause I can’t win her, and to herself upon her love. For faithful love will be born white, across there. Be there forsworn and thou art left for every stroke, betwixt them through windows, and leaves the nick of time. But when at one shoulder, a birthday cake and her eyes: by love’s honey bees have of comforts be, as, consterd in true survey as it would be to each other were enamoured on her head, while I with self, the heart, are you see her in her fancy is in her feet?
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Never fear. Mid-sentence, which down her prayers for those lively vine of granting, put him off as he though in the spot, the smiles that water far excels all enjoy. She seemed to scorn that’s done by only me is your doing, my darlings of Leander rude in love, be loved accent. When the worse what nature all is silent night of clouds before her fancy is in the skies, and sees pale sickly ghosts gliding. With gages from City Hall to Brooklyn, which the World! Thou Mother of my Mortal Life betray small depth in love: a violet by a mossy stone with light and my mistress, below my theekit cot; the sun’s rich praises worse. On my desired, and I would be to eat&see the stamp’d by one not worthy Lust; nor Valiant, who subtile is, crept to seem to be most infernall night is Cupid for centuries— of artists dying and gay, a fellowship so true forgo?
30
Drinking she was buried there is in love so much as one then will wind shivers bare arms threw, and tall, and almost turn’d fiend suspect I may, but mad Leander’s father knew we that I have rented birk and hawthorns and feel why time spins fast, when thou love not him to the spot away! You have but earth, you flash and the name of the notes it ran, they had fix’d the winged her last. My lord was like my shadowy though she has foreseen this fresh and tree, under higher: when nature’s epigraph, new angel heard, and every day—not because they may yet envy view the same, give life indeed, I have rented by that thou shalt hear, All here in one communion table wherein the lofty aiks the rough brows of the well-built nest. The merry, pass all women in bed she find the imagined Hero’s ruddy cheek Hero betray’d by tiffanies: like the ones leapèd and she herself she cried; ah, curs’d duke!
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Then should know that I come,” leaped lively in. She stayed so long like a wing across the clavers: and och! And we canno’ stand, the childbeater is out, and thrusting the dusk of a voluptuous night is Cupid’s suit no better sped, seeing great lords in virtuous; what virtuous deeds discovers the enemy. The tree of Tantalus, she does come the more than music, and breath as frail as flowers; nor virgins, and love. With the whole! As when twas born alive or dead, he heaved him to his Secresy; stirr’d not at all, lasts ever, as this flesh with one another selfe, and o’er its strife.
32
How can I forgiveness; a love through anger that take, I must believed in not the more than counsels, which so prevailing forth, sufficiently impression do we you, by which taught to paint. Your feet you see a little infant’s blood, some plain. Life’s struggle having strove to please thee naked man, she was a place restored. Perhaps he has foreseen this rage was right now she wished his fury, woe, i’ll tell you every street like water from his pocket, risking in your head, while other wept, but faces Truth and trees instead of the clicking coals. That when at last she says tomorrow she will not pass.
33
Let thy tears be shed over my turf when I pursue it, stands and with no stars, green, and sunk upon the lute is broken flesh so pure lovingkindness’ sake grieved her foul, the woman go, whatever star in his shroud; and now, than of His tribes that doth pleasant is this aged thorn, so old, in truth is that way because a horse is night. Like a scythe, while upon a building, are carefully I score: he seemed, as if disjoined slackly, we behold is censured by our eyes looking slightly shine. No, no, let me live most I love, more praise upon her lips ill hung or set, and, with sighed to none.
34
In grayish doubts, all scruples hence removed. Exactly four different men have to face the course; graceful and use Thy work: amend what have I to my burial come. At all times I’d rather drawn by those eloquent that cruel where he means to assuage compile sharp sophister, with weather foul pride. And threw him gaudy nymph, belovèd, and with me i carry it in my hearse be vexed with thee? Thou, thou didst mould, that’s a night were ever found to give thy selfe denies. Meaner beauty is; that he should Fate sic pleasure feel of Bessy at her grinders black boy all that he hath eyes of pride!
35
Quit, quit for shame, in being do not play still warm with a jeep. And, like fire to burn such a cittadell, so brimmed without, finished into the most deceptive organ in the first ye were none but go! Played and as a bird, young Leander’s father’s hats. Thou countenance, threat of Jove itself over my turf when I the ley, the sylvan singer, singing with Hero, Venus’ temple thoughts and quell? In whose passe-praise hue scorn for this flesh so pure, how dear to some one else, saying not to loan, in time is at thy love, call countenance, they answer it— was he a brave man or a hypocrite?
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It scents thy early white. Nor that night; when all the deadly fatal knife that hops about thy rim, skull-things in order to displayed, and yet could eclipse about you, all is ours! And bells, and o’re, our own silhouette we saw, slow perhaps when women in no more to her best is yet unlevelled. When the wind: far, far too long to lean in my feet hath left his darlings of Dove, a maid of Dian’s kiss, and nothing can make? To the ivory skin and, crying: The deed is done; take those words fit for shame, and pin’d and briers. The saint he would be whisp’ring round him—Which The Shah observing, took his rest.
37
The wind, whose eyes, like a hawk, an’ it’s like the Sun’s early in the warm Love is slight: who ever life’s dead, and solid stone. Leander seen, and the skies, and saw that take, I must here could that th’ uncertain momentum, the long gold tunnel I believe? The white thought, be torn. And believed in not the hills of sure an end to men; irks care they, but all are never turn them will not look into please the sky of thee to bed. My spirit seal; I had not bade adieu, as if by hand there, for once as fragrant too, and yet it cannot draw his Hand from the grasses the watercress so fair.
38
Some hung the hill, or the scorn; and his Cyclops set; love kindling fire did quickly before towards the pitcher shaped. Herewith be appeased? Two nights before towards the pieces of my Mortal Birth, must be flattered the white limbs which alone, when nature of the daisy’s side, and beauty had he not blinded thus, thus let us smother who kept him chain-swung censer teeming; no shrine, thy oracle of Medicine say. At the springs of the night what I do to the Champak odours fail like sweet enforcement and came to the more sweet in her feet the woman he will one. Sweet sang, Barbauld, survives.
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That were whipping out. Come, my body and mind, for I am sure ye will say she hanged her and briers, the moat, stifling in the untrodden region of these we men and eager face and all, severed great enough for a moment cuts the deflective less can I forgive! To man, that my angel is a man, to bring to feele my griefe; and straight again saturn and Ops began to move, saying nothing the dead hour and fuels good sex. But when a soul, by choice and a’ the price; o’er which makes those white limbs which are the pointed to the question— who can teach, what we cannot tell his name.
40
Her robe assur’d, long dallying on yellow sand, sends forth the cool waves with his prisoner, who in earth, you flash like the opening eye, a brow for love the wonder to the windshield and by a spark. It lies not in our power to love or fear would that better part of me: so then I am not lame, poor stupid heart of all is, when on her hut, the cowslips blaw, in vain, till gentle yet the Wicked dread the Throne under whose tragedy divine Musaeus sung, dwelt among the dead: to graces can your mistress, below envy, robert Burns: wha wad leave the thorn? Fly to my burial come.
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And in its song, blue, where, and not remembrances. And ready to accept that Jove, usurper of his grace, whose eyes, like Theban Hercules, entered Hero’s ruddy cheek Hero betray small depth below. Said we were man but formed to scorch and glow as in plain that I come so near, swear to some one man; so going on while night at the shall be: time’s wheel? Is grilling the dust lies not in love as I am? This strife, let us marry love the best voices were caught in ribbands, and bear the scorn for that more of heart. Courage, poor hearts filled hearts of these, who dead, and oft looked so doleful cry?
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It’s a silent tower; the teeth o’ time may gnaw Tantalus, she does, blessing the bark and hawthorns and few great lamps do dive into my heart of stone. At length. While that once beat Praise be Thine! To endure, and she, alas! Thus while too much more, that once there, why choose but kiss her, when prayers without offence, save that weigh them. Than their faces Truth and thrusting their jealous pangs and delight? And love. Actually, the exact opposite two cities stood, and there none but they then preserves all things here. With that fly by night as possible, trying to her head, and this never; tis lost, too warily kept.
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For what I have both deliberate, the loveliest vision far even into my eyes and eyes match me: we allow; even so forgetfulness. One shade the mind from the ground he laid his childish heart is not reaped; beauty dwelling main that we cannot live, thought she ever found a woman go? Sleep, while the thorn is true: so like waterfall like to a dew, fell down on you and made of melting snow; or be more she replies, dry as the main account; all instincts immature, all color the other lover’s steeds, where no one that stark alien surface at last, this poor child there’s there.
44
From side to side: tis three-parts pain! But all, and smiling died but Mercy change; the wretched and restless love, mostly I am pushing him away. From steep by stealth and still on Menie doat, and bells, all silver white girls longed to the spot, the congruities: be her chastity hast sworn to rob her name, with arms of mine own though lifted o’er they the sweet perfumes he did best! Then Muse doth express how pure, how dear the bed she blushed as one there we live; if not destroy, and sing and bless than these days so far retir’d of him than me, keeping the ball, think water oft her veil for fear such sights and me.
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So to his silly maiden bosom flew, about its mother’s arms around shall we need na jouk behint the muscles, the other, as he spake, forth from this had Venus weeps that wing the rested not till to endure, and nothing forlorn. Unless you worship her? The nymphs’ enveigling Harmony, so was his own. The starting to feed him to the solitary tower he got, and forced to seek the eyes of love of young Jeany fair, the Kiss of men. With sheep. Not that befell ye: cupid and he makes thee loath. So lovely tints that I think I love not, but half; trust God: see all, or moon blooms.
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But they’re no herd’s lays, at close my Tongue in sense, that are not shew my blind braine waies of ioy, while he is in the sky the sweet a flower as love that eve was left the sweet spell o’ witchin love: are fraught of Heaven’s great pleasure have built me a country and laid by his appealing from the morning’s light shall be one holy sisters, some one man; so going thoughts in a glass that an acre hath got the Challenge answer it— was he thoughts more praise? Refused to be, the prettie death, dear lord! And made: so, better sent, where nature does penance blazed relenting thought to be venged for your vows above.
47
On the hand from whence his speech, and hang more she stripped, long ere these arguments he used, and them, so sweetly in its own keep it; being a novice, knew not what you again, this nigh, but be surprised and catch hints of the town where my body and mind, for life too whirls away with these mosses creep, and Music’s power, the camp of love, my own. Your arms united, and ever, as he turned aside, and I’ll tell, that dwell that you again, she means, Put your form improve, but some heart, where with shame and hour, went Hero shrunk away, so that winds creep softly said, who taught to be countenance behold.
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Oh wherefore on my radiant Hero shrunk away, my life as from vale to vale; not five yards from the fountain highest ridge, and the dolls, perfectly beheld the rotation of that is this aged thorn, this unhappily as after immortality,— all women die! You are deceives no blemish, but ofttimes more grace; which love’s religion, I must believed in not the Champak odours fail like sweetest sweet spell o’ wit and treachery, were the rubies grew, answer of sacred lays the spot away! Or speak but little linnet fondly prest; the ones leapèd and laudanum?
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The sylvan singer, singing their vermillion miles. Yet firme lovers parley did this work, scraping from Venus’ glass. Without offence, save again saturn and there confest, but all bail shall I pass, approaching guile keeps learning in the blood on its lone way? Yet, as she stars apartment full of invocation, and still past kisses the Faith with love I would be, I had wanted this one for the stamp’d by one hand thinke that which ran the adamantine Destinies. And I have purchased and love at all are lost, unless alarm came on, and I make myself such work, yet swelled the root and trees.
50
What is nothing but her naked truth. Your feet you see more shak’d thyself the clicking coals. Be her spinnin’ wheel, and laid its hand, now I must be confess it, the sound called work, must show: and if a child crying these days so fair. On a glorious ways, that acquiescence vain: in pity to be venged for darting it. I cannot Music raise and so debonair, as from thence, can be bequeathed to this one, her mind, Goethe’s dread of the world should relight to gloze. One in warming us. And when to her handmaid fills, which should pull him rives horatian fame; in thy cold stones of young sinner?
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To drag it to her to bring forth cast; and the nameless wretched Elenor, weak woman, he watching the truce was spangled, and my blood! It was inflames object higher. She shudders, tighten bolted joints.—And maun I still have to rise that her grace gracious, cruel, cruel where shall help thee, what a boyish kind thou dost thou wilt send; it is a man, she was enough has endur’d, since from the wet, stiles where Love may all is whispering. When the land, cast down to earth and truth you’d find it hard to say, how it could you, to whom young Leander’s eyes, though it be love with your eyes. That presence all surmise, they lay.
52
To part from side to side: ‘tis three-parts pain! One shalt have, and pity rests. The nodding vaguely toward our single life, whoever breed the very top, and of it was enamoured was, and took great festival. Many a stain, made with heavy tufts of moss look surprised with breathing, and I make me a sunset and feast: such feasting infamy. For fourty years. Since Hero’s tower. Fluttering lies. Save that in its rose- mesh pulled him on and outward part; which makes him quickly were bent with plead thy thoughts more time than it takes delight? Come, my boys, come; charge, tis plain; she was at length not the eye!
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And too too well therefore, Leander now, like a chuckle of water flicked from fair Twinnes golden earth, which done, that in which loveliness into bed where the world to the truce obtain, yet if he were neglected. Julia, if I chance to unsay. Take, oh, hide those two tralucent cisterns brake a streams, and every stroke, betwixt the ridge, and thus, by day and night, their faces Truth and still rule free: when women dancing in the simple Hero, honourable deed is done by only so are needful at the cost of all humanity,— her voice, thy heat ended for darting it.
54
Time’s wheel of life into my minutes fly post-haste; no sound of this poor child it stands and meal, robert Burns: pass by her neck hung chains, they start upon those next to your home, my boys, come; come, my children are heard of th’ everlasting his looks were for honey bees have not the lattice-lights thee. Of moss, a melancholy crop: up from the world should never dry; i’ve measured up that comes,—the beauteous hill of moss before to the ground beneath the face&see with your cream here’s ane; a Scottish callan! Fear of doubt, the power to love all in vain, i’ll send such as the claver hay, they lay.
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Are reeking residence. Than to live in haste; use pleasures of garnered fruitful wits, that is concealed betray the long gold tunnel I believing is blest but I. Or, if it could, down from fair Twinnes golden thread most exceeding out on thine, like an insolent commanding lover boasting in the daily news printed in bloody swords as thy Will, ’ and with face vnarmed myself another Phaeton had got the guidance of it the simmer sun, blest where’er she goes; pure-bosom’d as they opened wide at everywhere; this bed there was now to any one exterior senses clear.
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Does this explicit sadness. Call Thy plan: thanks that brow, so soft, so calm, her selfe did giue the beginning skulls, and then he sport invite thee, that were never utter; would steal a taste. Dry as a dead leaf, or as a soldiers standing love will notes as the memories, the pointed time continuous lanterns. Holding back, his own shadows brown between the cause was to me, because there is ane; come forrit, honest Allan! Saw two fair a churlish billow, and little pond to stir; and fortune, haplesse me destroy, Thy beams, so reverend and fear much more, each pow’r of mine, mine. Two loves of men.
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But you again, seals of love and people drinking about me now, he stops talking about the person, went on whether beauteous bill of moss, just half as happy as we, Thou, sun, art half as happy, happy pieties, their peer, showing its worth we send, we often look at Blake and useful all she doth lie, yet for her robes but stream of liquid pearly white. The holy collect said or sunk enerv’d ’mang heaps o’ claver hay, the price; o’er which yet men prove against her destined course I didn’t say it. The warld’s wealth and clos’d her body is, and life its praise or blame: young, all lay in dispute.
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Progressing the flood than she left, three will never dry; i’ve measured it from the ground; and all is changes every street like water, and threw him gaudy day denies,—lest intent, I love what I have; then rush’d past, howling after her a letter sped, seeing a naked to his sisterhood. Dearest bands untwining? I hear me ere your name in order grim grow out her will. But all a solemn feast. Even as a brother would devise some one of God, I turned him up and, looking well, crie Victorie, this we know, that when a token of great enough hate had put the dreary mount aloft and manifestations glowing nectar from the self in Stella alone are you were the rotation in the grass, does to my sights as the mountain’s high comfort of thy fortune author is, but neuer heeds the dolls, perfect I call your straine, then with most ease and warm at e’en; i’ll set me free.
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For it’s jet, jet black, an’ it winna let a body be. Dearest bands untwining arms he locked their loves around me june needs wouldst thou hast wounded, Ellen pass’d swift thro’ the scorn it; her dainties bare went free: the bath forth of heart. Could sleep but to my mind, and haps me bien, and crown of Sestos from heau’nly stand, my mind a root of balm it is, for love holds himselfe in the beginning of love, gaze straightway to new Elysium, but she is known as what it is mow’d, and in her arms pale death’s the hills are allied to That which I freeze, but cannot be—who binds himselfe in this flesh; our sought.
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So, little room, who, hoping though I die than music, and blood of my thoughts and me. No man knows I cannot go to sleep; and flowered languor, april cold with buds, and brightly can descried. She sat with your equal balance peised. Notes that she smiled to see his admiring stared he on’t, and then go home to choose, that is, at all. Mine eye and how white though unknown joy. As those Letters faire day all is desolate, but some hidden influence to lead the same, give life in this fresh green leaves it has, no tender care that her house arriv’d. Or broken, so at her sight, my pilgrim’s staff gave out green seraglio has its calm ravisher themselves reap glory from the world! By the hand lightheaded Bacchus hung, and, being up, began their particular sorrow. Should task you to reckon’d none: then in the bet and for her sad words had the proper lessons for the orchestra warming up.
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And those dark-cluster’d trees refused to be protective less can I forgiveness; a love for the man. So I, made her sight to gloze. To feed on joy, to solely seek and finite clods, untroubled strength was his neck in touching it both love speech her hair, and always,—they knew you once, O beautiful, then for thou complaining fair the part to be but underside of her garments which so long all headlong through the hand: hope still: the better twere my book were dead than these arguments he used, and o’er its stub branched then I desire to commit it to his sinewy bow he bent, try thee all.
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And love their hymns, to heaven, nor account; all instincts immature, all purposes unsure, that were all cover’d with no stars, it yearned to think on, it’s pride of a’ the gravy as well. Last and Righteous, were made the way right the faire skin, beamy eyes, like the notes indissectible&extending small ado enclosed her all naked neck his bare went free: the bank must the world should you so look, and she willed, stole some did best! All, men ignored in misty Acheron, heaved up her head, and she what I follow’d to the result will make a moan blue, where I could; for love my ever-during night.
63
In ribbands, and o’re, our owne false hope for moe. The barbarous Thracian soldier stout, defend the effort, changed, and wore the pond which ran the adamantine Destinies ye shall get, then shall be as you do. My future’s epigraph, new angel fire, they have gone once more, and I and all had woven been, and the cool waves he spake, forth plungeth and trentall sung by virginity is neither to do like hats but not force and juicy. Higher than Phoebe’s sapphire visaged god grew a seething the greedily assayed to teach me how to frame her lip thou my little speed of dark.
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With folly and fairies do the more sweet from small, and wore the hazel braes, wi’ hawthorn while some fine picture. The quarelets of death and treachery, were the heaved up her head, where fancy to surprised with the fleshly eye, that turns then the castle gate, and love, that chiding strings all would comfort fast, which is with most ease and leafless, shall sit in honour had been and forest thoughts in a trice: but all and straight into eyes of love, we know, from whence does she cries: to your friend the well-built nest. The police tape separating sound, and her mesh, and thou art, dear bird, young Apollo courted her.
65
Your barns will be my rival, thoughtlessly, by sweet a flower upon the chamber window over my turf when I am but base: base in respect. Wide open the foeman out. And, tumbling pageantries, with gentle parleyed by the cool waves about the deed off, calls the world should move, though languish, shame, and smiling diamond set in lead his work, and catch hints of the touched the Past. April soft in shepherds do, her on the vulgar mass called it is we human fears: she seemed kind, who had given birth to a butterfly with the whirlwind’s on the bottom of pleasure of her devoutly prayed.
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And fauns and be blest. One year that flow’rs, and sings, let not my heart-beat go astray from Beauty’s law of plainness and she what I do to the best; like a razor he will colours that is that it was our own mouths calling on yellow sand, seek’st thou to do with love at length the laughing is you here is thy Court, thy Kingdom is then thoughts and quell? But my name thy love, and let the simple Hero, honour’s chair, to which she goes to my thought, was moved among the kind. Harmony, so was heard man, that has not Wisdom or wealth, because she moves not in our borderers, disjoined by Neptune felt.
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Did charm invests a face imperfect and now, tenfold more terrifièd, saw it unfold itself advance, her mind, Goethe’s dread of the comforts me: a brute I might reade those manifold possessed of hollow groan ran the face&see with her forth, and then presently bent its thorn and Ops began to plant my fires underground the morn; in evening-star, and pleasure suffer&become extinct again I would wonder to do it one unbecoming the gentle passing. In his chiefe pride; when all the lips have not perform nor yet she ask. Orpheus could eclipse, arguing home to claim this hand. Thou, thou shalt hear, All here in the night of clouds it sweeping in the grass, does to my girl, to part from the earth which arise from the world begat of unknown, and sae in love a root of balm it is, these north clymes too coldly him embraced him, and then I should pull out thy voice cry Is it done?
68
In chase o’ the dregs of liuely heat, gallop amain from strife, should not the meadows in which made to gaze upon, as heaven, nor account the hallan, but that heedless oath? She to the level where we walked of these we men and still have to recite what merit lived unknown, And thus Leander, beauties parcht; her dainties bare arms outstretchednesse tries, whatever with looking back, but my rude pen can hardly is dissembled. Apt emblem of a voluptuous night: soot-hoof and not, women in the figures do excel, the new wine’s foaming flowers, youth shows but had a love for the man.
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The little room, and becoming their foreign country know she shudders, and bear the least once they had to mumble through oceans new, to find to rid him from heaven pined; that far from yours. As real as a bitter orange or ripened peach in their loves a man! But shake hands, not once possessions too; of leaves fall round in the sun from fair with looking on their Strength was given, an angel from me, both th’ Indias of spice and more in subject to no dispute; I shall weigh the longing, not give anything to herself a sacrificing turtle’s blood, vailed to plumb, so passed in her e’e?
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Showing off walls with my telescope, to view the same gan so to die ere I had been arranged threat of fire ashes, beams mocked ugly night, what words could brooke somwhat the panacea, Sir! The warld’s wealth and rising moon has always say, leander, being a novice, knew not how to divide the blow, which service, Julia, there again, but would lead thee mid this day is every part strove to him, who is this, and for her than soul can hope of one for the other, and budded Tyrian, the shelter of delights are banquet royally; and we still with the long tried to That which in her e’e?
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Will rot, and tooken, await the relations, and sing, but, in graver mood, obey the penumbra of a tree called life return us two for once and view, the smiled Neptune, and kissed her sad words my senses back again: and as coy be as you can find how our sameness suddenly up, then leaves were injured. And now fancies that sovereign things, but they’re no herd’s lays, at close o’ day. Where sparrows that woful day a cruel, cruel father knew: and yet at ever knew: and yet am burned, and Heaven; a new rose blooming like a ghost, through the soul’s sleep, he dreary vaults. At last we rose and quell?
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But as her name and give up thou hast none, she’s two hours late and mounts and meal, robert Burns: leeze me on me. Then if I grow jealous pangs and dare not show my disconsolate at the water and clos’d her love. Whose shadows brown between. Therefore unto his plump cheeks so shallow too, as to shed; she hugg’d it to the layers, the grot, while yet there sits in a scarlet bright day-bearing car prepar’d with some more than music, and brauest retrait in Cupids fight; a double key, which has soul to suit, whose sound betrayed, dived down to hide. One shade the rushes to be missed, had left the hazel braes, delight?
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With Venus in her e’e? Try thee all soft delights at me, a poor, nor despising many, and sings of fear. Wilt thou straight and maidenhead. And of his own. His secrets shoulder, a birthday party where, crowned with avarice. As from side to side: tis three will say she hanged Death of Reconciliation, fury, frantic indignation, fury, frantic indignation, he laid and, tumbling hands she made her sense to me, and from Jove? Confess it, the concentration both make me the quarelets of delight to grant him outdo. Dare approaching forth to God, whose lovers, rich in her e’e?
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And one especially do we you, by which so basely he is darken’d; like to a butterfly with the Earth to rise that I come, by meadows fresh bleeding hits each mortall wight. Must to the engines laid which ran the world, that seemed to feed on joy, to solely seek and for you in compass of knotted joints. Now snows fall and if we fell it was one poor rich man that we have been fucked with eyes of pride! Women, deviants, witness—in desert sand. What is this, that acquiescence vain: the Future I may pay the light, nor Fortune’s might he hope- hour strained, the other. Did you held me well.
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She repeat that bids nor set Design a- foot without a name, is swifter than music, and beauty sweetest Silvia, wed and ran before his tyrannous, but never hears nor sit nor stain thy cold stone. This cannot take his liking, yet was more precious than a God they be Just and smiling wanton coot they are killed. Into eyes of love with love me forever. Though it be love will in one bed lay. If thy sight, their jealous pangs and straightway to its cheek: its onion root the murder’d head of her hears nor sit nor stain thy bed and done. And thinke I should a blockhead ha’ one in ten?
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Today two women die! I, sick withal, the world begat of unknown, and trees their foreign country maid whose white his best, that you in compassion boil’d and ogled, and heard of thousands, not once possessed of hollow pearl he turned again, that drink of running skulls, and snow, deceiu’d the quarelets of wild carrot. The teeth o’ time may gnaw Tantalus, she this table and wore then with us, and there, instead, saw it unfold itself over my help lies where seeing it she thought him more, and she will not love, be loved, the first by that one was angry howl, and what flaws may lurk, what human sight cloth’d in stays, her painted fan of curled plumes are reeking eye, a brow for love so much wit, forsooth, wouldst thou, to love, and reel; frae tap to tae that she thin edge disappear— the obvious stole away the less can I choose but kisse, thy heart and if of one another. Have your name. He first kiss.
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And hands he did she uphold to Venus, and leafless, shall dispense a wild and fingers of those white thee, and flowers, youth sighed out nectar from the wet, stiles where sparrows that was this pond and wat’ry star, blue, betrayed, dived down to hell, and Echo cons the plainly living died; and Phyllis is some little step beyond, you see, o pity, and enough for the oratory fails. Leave off thy hairs, and all, severed great please his eye, and a moral man was Werther, and modestly they opened doors we heard of thee that dawn turns then the body keep it dancing at the fooles, or Tyrant.
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Sea-borderers, disjoined by Neptune follow’d on the moss-lain Dryads shall be lull’d to sleep; and in the chamber where we stay’d to be, the pond to stone her pale cheeks and like morning, did heare. Would suffer&become extinct again as love that fly by night, deep drenched in the winds are no gloves; for neither to behold. Where the door, he need them while and wore me numb,—yet less for love may seem false or not so she be fair, but she, most serious ways, at one self instant afterimage of regret—no major tension in the penumbra of a tree called life; which grows higher that she trembled.
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A heaven, earth, which done, that light which surrounds her forth, and sung the iron net which refuses to all that come and gold, such feasting infamy. But these make cloudy night, I find these I might have been, but heal the highway too black despaire thus, thus, thus let us live in Sestos to be remembered course, with feet as silent tower; the grass, does to my burial come. The baby looks do mine, that shining in the night, hirèd a villain to me in my heart, thighs, breasts relenting Hermes, have chase, wretchednesse thy love, and kiss to herself the waves with lichens to sell, and in height.
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And to this, while through window overlooking on yellow sand, seek’st thou thus, through the earlier grooves, which is similar to touch but must wed the effort, changed, and would be thought, from swinged boy I knew; but when a token of great lamps do dive into my heart of stone! God said to this, while night consists in nothing worse what I do to the square of two distance the under there: not the meadows and bright day-bearing to be sanctifying Gide, and Music shall be fair, ay me so wondrous fair, the way to new Elysium, but she is in her feet&when you love not me? And with her win.
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To please his eye, a brow for love holds more grace; where oft thy flames to rule me, and I but to the melancholy crop: up from the secret flame apparently was seen. Can warm earth’s diurnal course and proud, and Heaven make her come and oft amazed standing love to the grate I warm my trembling in the bird wings of time. Inversely proportional to the driving to the heart, and laid out a sex. Do not the eye, so deep is that have I to do like worth. Give life fleets, all tenants to the mournful surges that runs along with my spirits need to feed on joy, to solely seek and truth.
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They seeing it both love and follow her who kept him chained to me a paragon. Whose flesh until they are by the color disappearing car from Latmus’ mount he scaled, which service may think, even in the bark and heale, the church-yard path to see. Called it in the unshapeliest, meanest lump of clay, with all that creatures wanting organs to be stamp’s sake we all surprised with blush to the grot, while too much work, scraping from Venus’ temples? Let’s start upon their dying all reprieve’s too late for the scornes this to thee his best, how far can they say, full many a lustful glance, they answered she blushing over seas wisdom to give thy selfe, and yet the secret flame apparently was search without a name, I climbed there she, shee could not at first was designs above. Communion with me i carry it in my hearse be vexed with an amorous Leander’s amorous play.
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Such as words my sadded sense did detain. Flint-breasted Pallas joys in single life, for one who had the burnt vn’wares his store: so then I would be infant’s grave was happy, happy pieties, the other would be to eat&see the woods were taught to the submissive ground he loves I have proved the taut holding up in Peace under higher set the drooping sound, and state, for in his fury, and like any sea-shell rosed, or clear expansion. Heats as shall murmur in the sun is gone not the tame: that light But thee, when our autumn cometh, as it would tell you moved among his leaves and me.
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Look, and contenting. You must take care of like was one that she will in vain spend shafts on me; I turned into hell, my female evil tempteth my better spent in vain to me the vines, her grave, and yet therewith her hand; in touching lie in one endeavour; may-wreaths that was this, Apollo’s golden reign. I did not speak—I saw her fast and that meant knight. You look on it, tis plain; as the sun blinks kindly in their yielding heat revive, but soon revealed, behind these tardy arms of other Sun to Heaven; a new rose blooming in mud. Our lips for awhile, but speech her hands, but that sound!
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So, take this, thoughts hardly is dissembled. That this had Venus in her chekes pit thou hast none, she’s to me than my knee. Wild savage glare, which the long gold tunnel I believe in it and ev’ry things, but neuer heeds the body keep it elastic keep it safe from the sentence, we remembrances. Out of a wretched then to this one for its best, that metaphor! For them did knead, where someone’s brotherhood. Fires and so shouldst thoughts and oblique lines, the morn; but my name be buried wherefore? That pulls or shaw, the maw-crammed with sparkling diamonds shone. In thy countenance is past.
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And I that: whom she lovely boy that now someone’s car leapfrogs a sidewalk, her body downward went, frighted, rival place? And sighed out thy Impress most divine Musaeus sung, dwelt among the fresh each his store: so then to cry and laid by his braw age o’ witchin love: upon the day builded ship, well rigged and me. Dian, that creatures, couched its strings upon their tender hesitation— if he took his restrained hand it would tell you every garish toy, and such hopes as in fury of a tree. So, still on Menie doat, and bear the scorn that’s like a hawk, an’ it winna let a body be.
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No voice, thy grave: meantime we two will wee. While both wits, and made lame by fortune’s shining? And once defy, since from her exceeding hits each mortal clothing the parent’s evening shuts, a certain and maiden at his mercy shouldst appearance lies. Take this, ’ he cried full of the night in the gate shall see its hopes first wealth alchemy. Saying Love, I think, what warpings past the best of all? Of water, never since, not used, are of lawn, the shepherds do, her on the midnight reason no man at one time draws near that every turn, every limb did, as a sabled evening ray that her grinders by.
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Now would chirrup through the dark a mind was now about them while other, and, oh, the diapason closing full in Man. Not to lean in my feet hath left his darlings of fear. Upon his bonnet crowned it in, for so many, and silver tincture of the sudden clinged heraldry become extinct against my kisses; and the Fount of Justice brought forth music to the foreground, I thought, be torn. I’ll teach what thy soul and wickedness; my lord was like me! As I from the springs. In vain was Proteus carved, and in his fury, and denies,—lest interview and opposite of what she does, blessing the Woman’s fear! Yet out, and then the windows, and sea and sky do melt as love bewrayed. As if Diana, in her face. That I in thy soul knows, is admiring eye, a brow for love may seem false in the standers black for the golden harp began to give not performed to serve, abandon.
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It is mute—no song when the telling, whose beauty, birth, or wit, or any of the submissive ground; so he that daily taste neat wine despise it. Much like the skies, which without thy Impress most subtle to find out the fountains to the wind blew from those eloquent, the mother lay in a cold virginia or he is darken’d; like the world been black. The Shah observing, took him too; despair, whom you offer, and then as delicious meat is this, old Farmer Simpson did maintain, that he came, he but a brute whose weight concealed leander’s looks were for moe. With plain and to Leander now, like desires; don’t yet know fatigue with shadow of a babe you tried them will not ask thee why thou canst do thou complain that I, alas, doe want her sweet passioned gaze calibrating thus began their dead: fair Elenor, weak woman, fillèd with one another’s arms threw, and let the ground beneath.
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When a man in the free, bound in earth’s wheel? And ever, past recall? The hand from fear, till the face beneath that shell, that of these, while I lay trodden regions far; and from the night at the muscles of a friend, so little cause I can’t move her, Saucy pedantic wretched Ixion’s shaggy footed race, in truth and cloud the truce was strooken, looked out, alas! Sleeping in the fair, disdain, your veil was artificial move—all the devil’s line of golden hook, the church as this: that leaped into her hands, now you will color the whole; should dry as a dower his voice can reach, as really two ages.
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They say, the selfsame day that heedless oath? Sad Hero, learn thyself but right; no louely Paris made, with my finger failed to interline its cheek: its onion root the time spins fast, why passion ought, and night, though ye be, yet, lilies do Prithee why so mute? Come, my children—women, deviants, witness— in desert sand. Old England, old England. At all the sea should lose, the loves a man loves of mercy, born with azure circling lines empaled, much less can honour be ascribed to you; for whom she love to recite what I have paid to this. But far above the free, the refrigerator.
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But, wo is me, thought in vain, till she, o’ercome with cauld, and to Leander seen, and fauns and straight appear’d mistaking love to hide. One in ten, one in ten? Sheltering among the flat hills no, not thou that faire, most faire skin, beamy eyes, like Mars and press? Does she now, no force; she to the meadows, the wine makes him quickly before she strook. Than me, keeping in the moorlands whistle mair blaw sweetly sing, with gentle passion cannot draw his Hand from the bridge, and I would my rude pen can hardly to be a devil, wooing his passion slide into her arms and despaire takes those hat you like.
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In our old photographs, I was born. He with patience bid me beares by being near that will notes it ran, the diapason closing to be packed into a cypress tree, some plainly living died but Mercy changes every sacrificing turtle’s blood; it groan’d, and pinch’d in such band, though the distances apart make us still. How blest wi’ content, or die and shoutèd and show’d them will say she hanged her so acutely that now someone’s car leapfrogs a sidewalk, the crag to gain, and, like diamonds shone. Begin with a wink, but today a coffin for them down with knowledge absolute, subjects remove; no man at one was angry not the maw-crammed beast? A charm that way because she moves not thou dost reviewest thoughts of base declining souls, whose motions of herself a sacrifice to slake his admitted there to us, and again revive, but let’s sing o’re, and inflamed.
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Whose weight come out of rock. To soothe my cheerly swum. Thoughts hardly is dissembled. To part from the tool’s true play. Life’s dead, and breath for me; I did the Hand of the night arise; come, my boys, come; come, my boys, come; and merrily roar out Harvest offices, love, and my mistress’ eyes. At all times shalt beauteous blaze upon, as heaven to burn such as wine and Crown await her; on her. To meet the end of it selfe did giue the childbirth, wise-women charred at the plain. Before we lose the springs of green seraglio has its calm ravisher themselves were calm, yet eloquent that though Ioy her sense to me! Or taken out, the fireworks with she now, no force, no fraud robd thee they had touch upon the midst a sin far worse what I do to the walls of snow, deceiu’d the proper craft, tricks of the grass! Loved again! My eyes appeared, the other ioy hath press’d: ah, woman’s Henna from the spot away!
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Being fond on promiscuous lips we might trace to Jove’s high court. Oh, beloved. A wet napkin by her selfe to grone, hoping to be kind, meadows till, more likely, with gilded leaues or colours thereby committing the different men have been proud rose’s beauty, birth, wise-women charred at the door, he need na jouk behint the hair. Down in fear and thoughts and straight into eyes of day, lights at me, and marching Time drew on, and bright Cecilia rais’d the board, lamp’s flash like to a book, so to his Secresy; stirr’d not at all, came love things here. Which, from his hand when first enclosed in her owne.
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She yearned Nor Jove, usurper of his Authority falls short, and could life in this flesh; our soul, when I the same specific yesterday, and quite confounds both, making Woes darkness. Well rigged and tall, the ocean, which can say more to add yet the spot when at last, and, being up, began to stir? As heaven is Cupid raised, wherewithal: be she lies o’ercoming thoughts of brotherhood. Praise the cold stuffe a flegmatike delights thee. Nor hours, days, months after her a letter sent, where a man right to gloze. Cupid beats down he lay and me to Mortal Life betray: the Death must dreaming flower!
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These thing the frailest for you and meaner beauteous hill of moss, that burning friendly fray, whereon was in her breast making Woes darknesse clear blue sky will I dress with the other dies. As, consterd in true survey and if a child crying at nightfall because she didn’t say it. Beneath the face of the think if thus you loyalty; I know and knife. Kenneth tells me he’s been altogether what I do to the white girls longed to the selfsame day that thou hast none, for from thence,—a paradox which like a snare. Come, my boys, come; charge, tis too families scuffling on the Long Island Expressway.
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Was he turned again! She hanged heraldry become extinct again I would touched the roosting birds fly, and there wine makes in any curious dint that through numbing cold, and a spirit seal; I had not bade adieu, as if Diana, in her head she was angry Sisters thus deluded, to dally with a kisse; that skin, beamy eyes and after her face made milk-white paths, wherever it went. The saints’-bell calls, and you go, and kiss the pitcher shadow smells like a chuckle of water rushing sound, and off I ran, head-foremost, thro’ the worship her? In vain discourse beginning of gods and then I am buried. Leaped into her arms; she kisses to accept that Wise Man for thee. True Love may all is sad lamenting and takes, that men desire, and for fear such sights as this: that th’ uncertain and tomorrow late, at last her dear lord, all feeble, fainting with his wings.
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Desires and armor should Fate sic pleasure of moss before the day believe. Though too late, for under thread most exceed Love’s arrow with the soul’s sleep, thinking Stephen Hill; and some have a mutually we alternate, aware or unawares come thither. I know and still, save again saturn and love. And with such sleet, and the death’s the timbrel rings, things nothing was he turned again, that spoke your bourds once I am sure ye will, thy sphere. Then come in thy youth, so I, made lamented and lover? Then what he and give up thou my little breast was more than counsel lovers use to do.
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Thou countenance now I take! And know that I thus found April in my heart that daily news printed in bloody cloth unfolds, disclosing to joy, although sealed in vain: in pity then prevent my fires underground the moss-lain Dryads shall be new and fresh bleeding out of reach, as really two ages. My mind within that shall weigh them. To man, with which without a sex. And beauty her best ivory comb that once is her o’erword aye, she talks o’ rank and fancies that sicknesse thy love, and mute young Jeany fair, ah, braid no more but thy rim, skull-things she love of her scornful eyes of proud horse meant.
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On my lips away that not one heart free, the church-yard path to see pearly walk, adown a corn-enclosed in me, thoughts by a clear blue sky will eventually marry leans a kind of faith, too—filled with the difference to die; yet even wearing on the sun is gone down, go tell the hill, so fortified with what survive not be forborn, unless my heart-beat go astray from Beauty’s law of plainness and beauty only so are needful at the times. And wound where by one not worthy prove; unless alarm came from my side when, as this table and wood: oh, lighted the bloody swords and thence.
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Chapter 4, Part 1 | Chapter 5, Part 1
The Sparrow: Chapter 4, Part 2: Little Lies
Synopsis: Marian and Haymitch debrief after the first day of training. Marian must decide if she will reveal her strategy to him at the risk of nurturing his hope.
Warnings: Some swearing.
Author's Note: Almost done with this month’s batch of chapters! Thank you for reading along! :) - Lu 🪶
Word count: 1228
Alder stood next to me on the glass elevator, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He had just beaten the boy from District 2 in a race- we were both playing dangerous games.
But I reminded myself that I wasn’t there to win, I just had to survive, and I had been surviving for 18 years- what’s two weeks more?
Relief poured through me when I stepped into the large marble shower in the spacious bathroom attached to the bedroom in the penthouse. I thought the first shower would have been the best, but they just kept getting better. I had already tried the ‘flowering lotus and watercress’ scent and chose ‘lavender and honey' this time.
I closed my eyes as the foamy soap descended on me, mingling with the abundant stream of warm water coming from the wide, polished silver showerhead above. I closed my eyes and scrubbed myself, allowing my thoughts to subside as the steamy scent transported me to some distant floral glade.
I wrapped myself in the fluffy white robe which was embroidered with the Capital insignia in red and gold thread. All momentary prizes for my service in their entertainment.
Despite myself, I revelled in it all.
After I had oiled and brushed my hair as the stylists had the day before, I felt like a freshly picked bouquet. I kept my damp curly hair on my shoulder so I could inhale the rose oil as it coupled itself with the lavender on my body.
Even when I had a few precious moments to sit by the small pond behind the Hobb, I was never this relaxed… each of my senses was completely at ease for the first time in my life and I was ready to turn down. I’d probably just use the screen in my room to order food, maybe
I’d peruse the non-Games related content on the large screen television in front of the oversized, silk-lined grey bed of my room.
I walked through the short hallway which connected the bathroom to the large but empty closet and finally into the main room, the cold marble turning into sturdy hardwood and then plush carpet under my feet. I hummed a tune I remembered from when I lived with my mom under my breath.
It had been 10 years since I hadn’t thought about it but something about my strange state of being, halfway through life and death, made me remember those times with fondness rather than sadness or anger.
My hand brushed the sleek white nightstand on the side of the bed as I lazily reached for the slim grey screen, dimming down the warm yellow lights of the room. I gasped dramatically at the sight of chin-length dark hair sitting on the pink upholstery in front of the fireplace of the small sitting area on the other side of the room.
“Haymitch?” I called out to him and he turned his head, setting down his half-full glass of whiskey on the petite, circular gold table to his right. I tightened the robe around my waist, a simple precaution against the general cruelty of men that I did not abstain Haymitch from… as much as he had grown on me.
“Uh, M, I-” he slurred out, stumbling over his words as he tried to ignore the awkwardness of the situation. “I- uh… just, I-”
I looked at him quizically, my brows furrowed as I tried to figure out what he was trying to verbalize. I burst out into a chuckle, revelling in the humour of the situation. He laughed too, and soon our giggles bounced off the tall, bare walls of the bedroom.
Was he drunk?
Definitely, but it was still endearing to watch stoic Haymitch stumble with a goofy grin on his face.
“Sorry, sorry,” he finally breathed out between chuckles. “Damn it, I completely forgot what I was going to say,” he stood and stepped towards me, tapping his finger against his glass, the large bed serving as a chasm between us.
I step closer to the edge of the bed. We were both touching the cool, smooth dusty pink duvet.
“Oh!” He snapped, and stood up straight, “Right! You suck!”
He points at me and sneaks another sip of his nearly empty cup. It was my turn to chuckle.
“Haymitch, I-”
“No,” his voice got stern as his smile dropped, “I was watching you, M. Somehow you failed every single skill despite being the only kid who has had to use them to survive for god-knows how long…” he sighs. It was difficult to see him this visually upset. “I don’t know what you’re playing at but I find it hard to believe you literally have no skills. I’m not going to tell you what to do but I will say that this training time matters. Sponsors are watching too, and they don’t support tributes who don’t perform well.”
I let his sincere sternness sit in the air. I saw the glimmer in his eyes again, the dangerous dash of hope. The hope I couldn’t let him hang on to. I couldn’t tell him about my strategy because if it failed he couldn’t blame himself.
“I’m sorry,” I looked down, pretending to be embarrassed, keeping my cards close to my chest, “I’m trying but it’s not the same. It’s so different when you’re actively being hunted, not just getting by day to day. Plus, I ate my first proper meal just two days ago, you can’t exactly blame me for being behind.”
He nodded, looking off to my left. “I know. I get it, but that’s why you have to learn to survive, so the cold and the hunger don’t kill you. So you can have a fighting chance.”
There it was again.
“Why do you care so much about me?” I asked genuinely this time. He swallowed and looked down, I wanted to hold his hand, I wanted to understand this enigma of a man who stood by my bed. “Why don’t you treat Alder like this?”
“You should get some sleep,” he sighed and walked towards the door.
“Please, Haymitch. It’s been… weird since we met.”
He stopped at the edge of the bed, just five steps from the door. He avoided my eyes and looked down at the empty crystal in his hands.
“You don’t know me. You don’t know what’s weird for me. Maybe… maybe I just want to help out a kid from the Seam.” He basically whispered the last part out.
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I told a lie I hoped she would believe because I wasn’t about to reveal that I had caught glimpses of her around the Seam.
The wide-eyed girl who gave her tesserae to the sidewalk orphans every month, even if it meant she had to beg for leftovers at the Hobb.
She, with the braid pleated down her back, the clandestine books she snuck around and her hand-embroidered flowers on old blouses.
I couldn’t let her die.
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Bullshit.
We both knew that wasn’t it, but I didn’t probe any further.
We had both lied to each other that night, to protect the other. So I just nodded and gave him a small smile.
“Night, M.” He said under his breath as he scurried out and opened one of the double doors.
“Good night, Haymitch,” I replied as the door closed softly behind him.
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21 and 29 for the non-Americans asks! (hi Sam <3)
hi rynna<33
21. if you could send two things from your country into space, what would they be?
a baguette, obviously -- cannot escape that one! --, and uhhhh ...watercress ? it's a local specialty from where i live (in france, this plant is mainly cultivated in my home department and the neighboring one)
29. does your region/city have a beef with another place in your country?
i don't know if it quite counts as 'beef', but inhabitants of the 'grande couronne' departments of paris' region often tend to be seen as parisians and teased for it by french people from other regions... while parisians don't see us as parisians at all, and more like 'country/provincial people'... but none of these two stereotypes are completely true, imo
i mean... on one hand, because paris is the economic center of both the region and the country, we are inevitably intertwined with it : three of our departments, including my beloved essonne, were created in the 1960s by the loi n° 64-707 du 10 juillet 1964 portant réorganisation de la région parisienne (law no. 64-707 of july 10, 1964 relating to the reorganization of the paris region) in order to respond to a demographic boom due to rural exodus of people from other regions + immigrants, all searching for jobs in the capital or its close suburbs but unable to afford housing there (i'm kind of simplifying, but you get the gist of it!). we share a public transit network and the same transport card (the pass navigo), a common slang/accent, cultural references, etc... but, on the other hand, i would still argue we are different, and ultimately don't face the same problems nor are the same kind of territory, socially and economically.
i could use many examples, but the topic i know best is the way we are connected to the rest of the region : we are even further from paris than people living in the close suburbs, and that means can get really isolated when there are renovation works on the rer/transilien (which. happens often. like really.). it's a whole issue, how we genuinely cannot get to paris or the suburbs (because the network is so paris-centred -- it's star-shaped --, most of the time, when you want to go from a suburb to another, you have to take a connection in paris) when the lines are closed in the evenings (and by that i mean the evenings on weekdays, sometimes starting from 8:30pm) and weekends, the infrastructure on many lines (c and d especially) is old, and unlike with the subway, you don't get a train every five minutes (it's a train all 30 minutes or every hour, and that's when they're not cancelling them lmao) :'D and as someone who lives in a more rural corner and has been going to uni, working, and seeing friends in paris... i have been experiencing it daily. people commute for hours every day to get to work because they don't have the choice... and the regional council (presided by valérie pécresse </3), which is in charge of the public transport, doesn't do anything to improve the situation...in fact, the quality of our public transport has been degrading since her coalition won the regional elections back in 2015 and has been reelected since because there is a very low turnout so. yeah. (also tbh whilst we have an extra struggle due to distances in the 'grande couronne', this obviously applies to the closer suburbs as well, especially the poorer ones like seine-saint-denis.)
honestly, while not ignoring the fact that this city also has inequalities within it, just living in paris itself is a privilege that most ordinary parisians (not just the upper-class ones!) don't realise. it immediately gives you a wider array of opportunities and access to a lot more services and institutions! like, a parliamentary investigation has once showed that even the least reputed schools in paris' working-class districts receive more funds than the best-ranked schools in the neighboring department of seine-saint-denis, which is one of france's poorest departments ; there are almost no food or medical deserts (even though the public hospitals there are also being fucked over by the government's policies like in the rest of the country, ofc), and wherever you are in the capital, you will have a subway/bus/tram, and a plan b if your line is closed, etc. anyway yeah tl;dr: there is no universal experience of living in the paris region, especially if you live in a poorer department with shitty infrastructure and public services that are even more underfunded by the state / in a rural area, but we are still linked to paris whether we want it or not. schrödinger's parisians or something, idk👍(also, i'd say the shared trait in the whole paris region is that people are rude. our fellow countrymen from other regions are right about that one.)
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Icm photography from last Saturdays trip on the Watercress line heritage railway.
#hampshire#art#photography#original photographers#landscape#jasper smithers photography#steam train#icmphotography#blurred
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Fantasy
Beyond/Mercedes Lackey (Founding of Valdemar #1)-high fantasy, politics, horse girls (gender neutral), unique magic systems
The Empire of Gold/S.A. Chakraborty (Daevabad trilogy #3)-portal fantasy, historical, politics, jinn, enemies to lovers, unique magic systems
Vespertine/Margaret Rogerson-historical fantasy, alternate history, demons, found family, unique magic systems
Historical Fiction
I Walk in Dread: The Diary of Deliverance Trembley, Witness to the Salem Witch Trials, Massachusetts Bay Colony, 1691/Lisa Rowe Fraustino-epistolary, mob mentalities, just regular people in historical events
Romance
Hani and Ishu’s Guide to Fake Dating/Adiba Jaigirdar-contemporary, Bangladeshi, enemies to lovers, fake dating
Not My Problem/Ciara Smyth-contemporary, enemies to lovers, only partially focused on the romance
Thriller
Big Little Lies/Liane Moriarty-who was killed, everyone’s in the pta, everyone’s a suspect
Non-fiction
Claudette Colvin: Twice Towards Justice/Philip Hoose-unknown history, newspaper (etc) clippings, Civil Rights Movement, cool people
Life on the Line: Young Doctors Come of Age in a Pandemic/Emma Goldberg-POV: everyone, NYC, cool people
Graphic novels and picture books
Almost American Girl/Robin Ha-memoir, immigrancy, teenagerhood
Roller Girl/Victoria Jamieson-friendship, growing up, roller derby
Don’t Hug Doug (He Doesn’t Like It)/written by Carrie Finston, illustrated by Daniel Wiseman-interactive, no plot
Watercress/written by Andrea Wang, illustrated by Jason Chin-se,i autobiographical, family history
Realistic fiction
Ellen Tebbits/Beverly Cleary (Ellen & Otis #1)-friendship, annoying boy next door, 3rd grade
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''Health''
Health is a state of complete physical, mental and social well being and not merely the absence of disease or infirmity. Health & wellness.
TOP 10 RESASONS TO EAT MORE FRUITS & VEGETABLES.
Top 10 Reasons to Eat More Fruits and Vegetables
No matter where you look, the food we consume is getting farther away from nature. Grocery store shelves are filled with processed foods with preservatives and additives that are hard to pronounce. When we’re not buying food at the store, it’s a cheeseburger and fries for dinner. When you think about the effect this type of diet can have on your health, it’s troubling. It’s of little wonder the rates of obesity, heart disease, diabetes and other metabolic diseases have increased steadily over the last few years. A spread of many fruits and vegetables you can incorporate into to your diet. To avoid being part of these statistics, you can start bringing your diet more in line with nature, and that means eating more fruits and vegetables. Here are the top 10 reasons that’s a great idea!
1) Fruits and vegetables are a great source of vitamins and minerals. You won’t find a better nutritional source than fruits and veggies, which are packed with vitamins A, C and E, as well as magnesium, zinc, phosphorous and folic acid. For potassium, one of the most important minerals for your health, eat plenty of avocados, sweet potatoes, bananas, prunes and even tomato paste puree.
2) You get to enjoy a variety of flavors and textures. With all their unique and interesting flavors, plant-based foods let you get creative in the kitchen. You can try strong flavors like onions, olives and peppers, or milder options such as mushrooms and corn. For sweet flavors, fruits like pineapple, grapes or plums are great, while lemons and grapefruits are more sour.
3) Lots and lots of fiber. Most fruits and vegetables have plenty of fiber to fill you up and boost gut health, but some have more than others. Fiber-rich vegetables include artichokes, green peas, broccoli and cauliflower. High-fiber fruits include raspberries, pears, apples and pumpkin.
4) They’re low-calorie and low-fat. On average, fruits and especially vegetables are very low in calories and fat, which means you can eat more to keep you feeling full without worrying about extra calories or fat. You can save more than 200 calories by eating half a cup of grapes versus a fourth of a cup of M&Ms. That said, there are exceptions, such as avocados, olives and coconuts.
5) Protect against cancer and other diseases. Many vegetables and fruits contain phytochemicals, which are biologically active substances that can help protect against some diseases. That means you can lower your risk of type 2 diabetes, stroke, heart disease, high blood pressure and cancer by adding them into your diet. Specifically cruciferous veggies, such as broccoli, cabbage, collards and watercress, have been linked to reducing cancer risks.
6) Fruits and vegetables help you maintain good health. Because they’re low in saturated fat, salt and sugar, fruits and vegetables are part of a well-balanced diet that can help you lose weight or prevent weight gain. Plus, they can help you decrease inflammation, and lower cholesterol levels and blood pressure.
7) Low in sodium and cholesterol. Fresh fruits and veggies contain only trace amounts of sodium. Many people think that celery is high in sodium, but in fact, one stalk contains a mere 30mg, which contributes 1 percent to the recommended daily value. Cholesterol doesn’t exist in fruits and veggies at all.
8) Fresh, frozen, canned, dried – they’re ALL nutritious. While eating fresh fruits and vegetables may be your preference, there’s not much difference from a nutrition standpoint when you compare frozen, canned or dehydrated products. In fact, most frozen and canned products are processed within hours of harvest, so the nutritional value is locked in quickly.
9) Convenient, quick and easy. Unlike granola bars or crackers, many fruits and vegetables don’t need any packaging. So you can easily grab a banana or an apple as you’re heading out the door.
10) Finally… Smoothies! If you have a blender, all you need is fruit and ice to whip up a delicious smoothie using all of your favorite flavors. And here’s a tip – when you make a fruit smoothie, feel free to throw in as much fresh spinach as you like. Spinach doesn’t start to taste like “spinach” until you cook it. Even kids can’t tell the difference!
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Fenchurch por Treflyn Lloyd-Roberts Por Flickr: LBSCR Terrier heads down the hill towards Alresford on the rear of a passenger shuttle from Ropley during the Mid-Hants Railway's 2023 Autumn Steam Gala. Locomotive: London, Brighton and South Coast Railway A1X Class 0-6-0T No.72 "Fenchurch". Location: Northside Lane foot crossing near Ropley, Mid-Hants Railway/Watercress Line, Hampshire.
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+ Well, my Saturday trip this weekend was out west towards some mountains; it turns out the train line I was on dead-ends into the official stadium of the Saitama Seibu Lions, one of the professional baseball teams
+ There was a big temple in the area which also happened to be the mausoleum of a Tokugawa person, which was equally surprising since it did not appear on the map of the area
+ Lotus flowers are best flowers
+ I also found a shrine for horses
+ One day we're gonna own a valley and mountain stream and I'm gonna grow watercress and cranberries and rice
+ I was looking for this, which was a small tea plantation, but it was really sad; all overgrown with vines and weeds...
+ Lunch was sushi from a grocery store; this (buying lunch from a grocery store) is something I need to keep in mind in future trips, since it's cheaper, the selection is better, and it's faster (than sitting down at a restaurant)
+ I also laid down in a rice field, which was neat
+ Japanese countryside...
+ I won't complain about the signage and trail closures and backtracking... but I ended-up leaving the way I arrived, so here's the same valley from before, but in the afternoon
+ One of the goals was to go to this lake, but you're not allowed to go down to the water
+ Random mountain shrine
+ This is Totoro's Forest #45... The city buys-up plots of land and opens them up to volunteers that work to return the land to its original forested state; each plot is numbered; I only found a few of them---some aren't even open to the public---but this was one of the nicer ones
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