#a joanna lullaby

[whiteshipnightjar]

No Wonder

by Joanna Newsom

Take it with me, love, to a place it can be, love. Little bird, little stone, shine, in light of the undone, dig with your hands, dear gather our friends, dear and I will cover with dust, dear Silence and trust, dear. Stay through the winter, wait for the splinter, and the green in the springtime, Queen-and-her-King-time.

Sweetness all summer and fall hit like a drummer and split in the autumn pit with no bottom.

And after the fall, out in the country in the long drought with ya, honey. And I call, daughter and son, ours to adore, whatever may come. After our chores end, and our money and our scores are settled and done, darling, I will stay till the last, plates are all filled, treats are all passed.

Ain’t it a thrill, ain’t it a gas Foot* at the hill, and don’t it go fast? At the foot of the hill, we empty our glasses.

And I’ll follow you over, will you follow me under? Crawl through the shadows, call out the wonder. Oh, how I love you, time will tell – I’ll never tire of you, I’m just tired of myself, dear.

And as our days, waft in a realm our path is away, soft as a dream. We laugh and we race soft and ennui capture a stray pod on the breeze hammer a stake, mark in our seed manage to rake, water, and weed. Hundred to one, our garden will grow. But wonder or none, I wanna be known, wanna be sung, wanna be shown, want for no one but you and your warm opening arms. Watching the rolling storm clouds sail by

our window, dock in the valley; paled*, pocked, and dimpled crocodile belly. We wait all night and count the thunder, there is no lightning. It is no wonder.

But just before dawn, water comes streaming in the dark, every bead burns like a star, blinking to sleep, burns like a spark, burrowing deep, under the lawn, quiet and green rain has begun, honey, come see under the sun, rising like steam. Wonder or none, I wanna be seen, wanna be–eventually, eventually.

Grow through the winter, and summer, surely and slowly. Little star shine of wonder at home with you only.

[kingofthe-egirls]

SILLY IS THE NEW SEXY: GEAR 5 LUFFY x Y/N

(cw: sex, flirting, squirting, creampie, silliness)

(an: i can't stop writing about gear 5 luffy)

Songs: "Monkey and Bear" by Joanna Newsom

words: 2.1k

You have curves like the sea, and as soon as Luffy lays eyes on you, he knows you’re different.

You ooze sex.

It clings to you like a second skin, as if sex appeal is a boa constrictor draped around your neck. Glittering and emerald, luxurious and reptilian, with striking ferocity in every touch.

He can’t keep his eyes off you.

“Captain,” you say smoothly one night, enjoying drinks in the firelight, “You’re staring again.”

Luffy freezes, and then giggles sheepishly with his hand behind his head. “Shishishi, sorry,” he says, “M’not tryna be rude.”

“What are you trying to do?” You ask curiously, tipping your champagne back from its crystal flute. It tastes like sour cherries.

“I dunno,” he says plainly, and leans back on his hands. His legs are splayed out in front of him, sitting on the wood of the deck. He knocks his feet together. “I like looking at you, I guess.”

You stiffen, flattered at his words, before you take another sip. Stars flutter overhead. Blue velvet stretches across the sky, and the silver moon is only half-full.

“Hmm,” you tilt your head, pleased, “I like looking at you, too.”

He beams at that, and you both gaze at each other steadily. The waves crash and echo around the softly creaking ship, lullabies all around you. You let your gaze rake over him, boyish in form with muscular limbs and a shining face. Black hair under his straw hat, sticking out in spikes. You hum, appreciative.

“I like it a lot, in fact.”

You flush at your boldness, but only slightly. You’re no stranger to flirtation, and this is getting fun.

Luffy cocks his head. “Whatcha like about it?”

You detail the planes of his body with your eyes, gray and hazy in the moonlight. You take another sip of fizzy, liquid gold.

“Your face,” you say first, honestly, “It always makes me happy. Especially when you smile,” you cup your own cheek in one hand. He crinkles his nose, pleased, and looks off to the side. The silent question hangs on his lips: What else?

“Your shoulders are next,” you let your eyes fall over his muscles like a featherlight touch. “Your arms, your strength. It’s really impressive. I like when you wear red,” you move to sit on your knees, lowering onto the ground from where you’d been perched in a deck chair. Luffy scoots closer to you, too. He holds his forearm in front of you, and flexes. His wide hand is clenched in a loose fist. You let your fingers drift over swollen knuckles.

“Your hands,” you say softly, heat blooming in your gut. “You have really gorgeous hands,” you confess, and turn away before you can embarrass yourself further. You never knew the flirtation would get this far, with him sitting so close to you he’s radiating heat like the sun. You flick a lock of hair over your shoulder, and bump slightly into him. You clear your throat, “What about me?”

“Your curves! I like the way they look like waves,” he drags a broad hand across your waist, and pinches at the fat of your belly. “I like the way this rolls over,” he says, voice low, “I like the way your thighs shake as you walk. I like your ass,” he says the crass compliment like it’s nothing, like his touch isn’t burning hot lava into you. “I like the way you smell.”

“What do I smell like?” You breathe, already too far gone to pretend any further. You’re putty in his rubber hands.

He screws up his nose in thought. “Like butter? Or maybe…sea salt?” He licks his lips, “It smells tasty.”

“You smell good, too,” you blush, turning away. He knocks his shoulder into yours. You scoot closer, so your legs are touching. He hooks an ankle over yours. “Like tea.”

“Good tea?” He asks, and you nod. Tentatively, you lean your head onto his shoulder. He hesitates, breath held, but then relaxes into your touch quite naturally. He rests his head on top of yours, fluffy hair tickling your cheek.

“Very good tea,” you affirm. Your body is electrified, never having been this close to your captain before. “Do you like girls?” You ask abruptly, not wanting to tread water for any longer. You need to breathe.

“Mhmm,” he says, nodding against the top of your head. “Lotta people think I don’t, but I do.” He twines his fingers around yours, bringing them to rest on his lap. “D’you like boys?”

“Too much,” you chuckle, and sit up from him again. “Do you like me?” You gaze at him truthfully, letting your want and desire seep through into your skin. Your captain is clueless, but not that clueless. He regards you with a princely stare.

“Too much,” he echoes, and leans forward to kiss you.

****

Now, you’re suspended in midair, back pressed against the cabin wall, while Luffy fucks you senseless.

He’d brought you to his cabin, pressing your back against his door. He'd reached behind your supple hips to turn the deadbolt into its lock.

“Love ya, kitty,” he breathes into your shoulder, before scraping his teeth along your sensitive skin. “Love how ya move around like no one’s watching. As if anyone could ignore those fuckin’ curves.”

He grips hard at your ass, his other arm supporting your lower back. Your shoulder blades scrape against the cabin wall. He tastes like sea salt, and milk. You stick your tongue down his throat.

“Mmph,” Luffy moans into your throat, languid thrusts rocking you gently. He reaches down to thumb at your clit between you.

“So good, baby,” you croon, raking your fingers through the soft hair at the base of his neck. He flickers gold for a second, white hair foaming at the ends of his raven strands. “Luffy?” You ask, watching his eyes swirl rosy. He giggles, grin wide, as he speeds up inside you. Your stomach bulges with his cock, and he gasps in mad abandon.

“Look at that…,” he whispers, feeling the head of his cock through your abdomen. Your stomach is not flat by any means (quite the opposite), but that doesn’t matter for Monkey D. Luffy. If he wants to see his cock, he’s gonna see his fucking cock.

“Luffy!!” Gasping for breath, watching his dick thrust in and out of you like you’re both made of rubber. Little hearts sprint in circles around his face, little ducklings following suit. He giggles, and you do, too.

Your eyes haze over into gold, with pink flecks of light bouncing around your tits. “Fuck—,” you gasp, watching the now curly-haired Luffy grit his teeth and fuck you hard. He lifts you off the wall, bucking his hips up into your cunt from below. The sounds of his balls slamming against your ass reverberates through the room, before his eyes bug out of his head like cartoon hearts. He’s slacked-jawed, tongue hanging out of his mouth as a wolf whistle sounds from somewhere off to the side.

“Aaaahhhh, kitty, ya feel so—oh!—goood!!!” He wails with his eyes squeezed shut. His muscular abs clench as he pistons his hips up into you. His cock is huge now, cartoonishly big as he pummels up into your cunt. It slaps and gushes, your clit aching, as Luffy tightens his hold around you. He leans down to bury his face in your tits, sucking hard on your sensitive nipples. He rolls his tongue around them, before elongating the muscle to wrap around your tit like a slimy tentacle. The tip flicks at your nipple.

Electricity bolts through you, zinging up your spine and down to your toes. Steam is curling around your face, presumably pouring out of your own ears. Luffy is giggling, manic, before leaning backward to careen you both into the bed. He jackhammers up into you, sitting now with you on his lap. His long tongue moves around your tit, sucking and licking like an animated restraint. His limbs are rubber wrapped around you now, sparks flying from where your bodies connect. His cock is thrusting sloppily against your cervix, which usually hurts but with him slams stars into your eyes. Your body is as elastic as he is, apparently.

Your fingers curl into his hair. “Luuuffyyyy,” you groan.

“Haahahaha!!!” He cackles, slurping his tongue back into his mouth. He slaps your other tit with a smack that makes a sound like a spring.

He leans down to suck your other nipple, not wanting his baby to feel uneven. His lips wrap around your bud, soft and chapped as he plays you with his tongue. Slow, sensual licks all over your hardened bud send shivers coursing through you. Luffy giggles, before ramming you down hard onto his aching cock. His lips stay tightly glued to your nip, so it makes your tit bounce up and down like a fucking porno. Luffy crosses his eyes up in pleasure.

Sex with new Luffy is freaky as fuck.

But (surprisingly?) his silliness has in no way deterred you from your own sparkling orgasm.

“S’fun, isn’t it?” He asks as he pops off your overstimmed nipple. You nod, vigorously. You push him forward onto his back, so that you can ride him at your own haphazard pace. You sink down further onto his cock, letting him hit it from below. Your elbows are on either side of his manic head. Your hips rocket repeatedly down into his, both of you grunting with every thrust.

Steamy hearts explode in front of your eyes.

"So fucking fun," you say, searing his grin into your senses for later. You're gonna be thinking about this hookup for ages.

Your pussy clenches at the thought, of maybe not having this be a one time experience, as Luffy moans. He stutters, grabbing your hips in searing hands.

Captain Luffy whines, head thrown back in sheer joy. His cock is bullying your walls, smaller now but no less thick. He brushes up against your g-spot, over and over again. It feels like something is going to spring out of you at any minute. You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling the impending release of your shaky orgasm. A wolf whistle sounds off again, steam clouding the room. You gasp, as you cum.

“Luffy!!” You squeal, heat overtaking you as you shiver in ecstasy. “Luuffy, fuuuuck….,” you drawl out, dragging your hands over his sculpted chest. He’s heaving in ragged breaths, scarlet blushed formed on his squishy cheeks.

“Squirt for me,” he commands, thumbing at your clit in rough circles. “Cmon, baby, I know ya can do it.”

He presses down hard against your lower abdomen, twitching his cock up inside you as you ride him. You bounce your way to orgasm, screaming and crying for the whole ship to hear. Somewhere deep in your core, you squirt onto his lower abdomen. Luffy laughs, giddy.

“S’coming, baby,” he warns you, eyes dark, as his thrusts grow sloppy. He slams his hips up into you, cock thrusting against your sweetest spots.

So deep--!

“Yeeesss,” you breathe, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You bury your face in moonlight hair.

“Ganna—,” he stutters, hips shuddering as he cums inside you with a violent thrust.

His eyes cross in pleasure as he spills his seed inside you.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

Luffy gasps, eyes squeezing shut as a wave of orgasmic, cosmic energy flows through him. He’s never had sex like this, before. He’s never had you, before. No way he’s letting you slip away, now.

“Say you’re mine, baby,” he says, sweating and panting as you both come down. His fingers trail along your hipbones. “I wanna be yours."

He's panting, his voice raspy and hoarse.

His hair is dark, now.

You watch as the last shreds of cartoon hearts fade out of existence around you. The steam has cleared up, too. And no more whistles sound. You snicker, "Sex is so fun, with you."

"Shishishi," he grins. And then, "Say you're mine, baby? Pleeaseee?" He whines up at you, and you snort.

"Sure thing, captain," you slide off of him, and he groans, "I'm all yours."

"Seriously," he pouts, poking your inner thigh. Your leg twitches, still spasming from the aftershocks. "Sex isn't usually this fun."

"Even after Gear 5?"

He smirks, "Steam was new. But," he looks up at you, wide-eyed and serious, "I really do wantcha, y/n."

You still, regarding him down the length of your nose. Your chest is fluttering, crazy butterflies going off in your stomach. "Sex is one thing," you allow, scared, "But relationships are a whole other thing. Seriously means you're serious with me. S'okay?"

Luffy nods. His grip tightens around your hips, as he sits up. "Seriously," he says, hand running over your thighs, "Silly, maybe. But serious." His face darkens, "And I don't wanna play games with you."

You swallow, and nod.

"Me neither."

****

[rainylana]

“Can’t sleep?”

Eddie Munson x female reader

summary: you and eddie can’t sleep.

warnings: mentions of postpartum, mentions of abuse and eddie’s dad, so much fluff it may kill you, mom reader! dad eddie!



When he couldn’t sleep, he watched his baby. Watched her breath, stir in her sleep and make little noises and huffs. He’d pull up an old rocking chair wayne had given him, sit there with a pillow behind his back, often falling asleep. Tonight was one of those nights.

Her nursery was rainbow themed, pinks and purples everywhere with big, white clouds. Her crib had stars painted on them and glow in the dark stickers on the ceiling. In the day time, the room was bright and colorful, but it was dark now, only the glow of the neon stickers above his head and a revolving fish nightlight on the nightstand across the room.

His eyes dropped closed, but he didn’t want to fall asleep, didn’t want to miss a moment of watching his darling angel sleep. Little Joanna Munson.

Being a father had completely changed his life for the better, but it was also the scariest thing he’d ever had do to. He worried about so many more things, things he’d never had to worry about before. But the most overwhelmed thing so far was the love that he had in his heart. He didn’t think he’d love anything more in the world than you when the both of you met, but his heart grew another size when you gave birth to her, and he was absolutely, unconditionally in love with his baby, so much that it almost hurt.

It made him love you so much more, so grateful for giving him something so precious, something that was a part of him to live on. He was indebted to you, forever grateful. He worshipped you like a god, admired all the things your body could do. You struggled with postpartum a lot, something he tried his best to understand, helped as best as he could. He tried his best to take care of Joanna as much as he could, not that he minded it. She was only two months old, but he knew she was incredibly smart. She was already wrapping her tiny hand around his finger, pulling at his hair and staring at him with her big, brown eyes that she had gotten from him.

“Can’t sleep?”

He looked over his shoulder, smiling softly when he saw you. He shook his head, beckoning for you to come over. You did so, sitting on his lap and cuddling up to his chest, smiling at your baby in the crib. He leaned his head against yours, wrapping his arms around your body as he slowly rocked the chair. “What you doing up?” He asked quietly.

“Woke up and you were gone.” You yawned. “Knew you were in here. Has she stirred any?”

He shook his head. “Nah, she’s fast asleep.”

You closed your eyes, his soft breathing a lullaby for you, his body warm and comforting. Eddie still wouldn’t close his eyes, trained on the pink onesie and head of hair that he could see in the dark. Sometimes he cried when he watched her, he wouldn’t dare tell you that, but he did.

“I’m so in love with you.” Eddie squeezed you. “I can’t ever thank you enough for giving me this life. I don’t deserve it.”

“Yes, you do.” You said sleepily. “How many times do I have to say it? You deserve this, us.”

He kissed your forehead, his cheek against your ear. “I never thought I could love anything as much as I do her. It’s terrifying, loving someone so much.”

“I know.” You opened your eyes, finding your daughter in the dark. “It’s so overwhelming, isn’t it? Sometimes I think my heart is going to explode.”

He nodded in agreement, parting his lips in deep thought. That’s it exactly what it felt like. His heart was going to explode. “She’s so perfect, isn’t she? And so small.”

You chuckled, your feet curled up on his thigh. “Thank you. I take most of the credit for that.”

“Honey, you get all the credit.” He smirked. “She’s your exact replica. You can definitely tell she’s your baby.”

“She’s your baby, too, sweetheart.” You looked to him, cupping his cheek. “She may have my hair and my nose, but she’s got your eyes, and that is a telltale sign that she’s your baby.”

His heart warmed at your words, his cheeks blushing in the dark. “Yeah, she does, doesn’t she?”

You smiled tiredly, grabbing his jaw with your fingers to pull his lips down to yours, giving him a sweet, delicate kiss. “You’re a wonderful father, Eddie.”

He rested his forehead against yours. “I’m terrified I’m gonna end up like my old man.”

“Eddie,” You sighed. “I promise you that’s not going to happen.”

It was his worst fear, a nightmare that he feared would eventually come true. He’d drive you away, raise a child that he’d beat and abuse, who would later grow up to hate him. He didn’t want his family to repeat the one he’d had before.

“Hey,” You noticed the swell of his eyes in the dark. “Eddie, look at me, baby.” You held his cheek. “You are not your father. You’re not going to be your father. You’ve got me and her to keep you steady, just like you keep me steady, right? We’re a team. You don’t let me fall, I don’t let you fall.”

He let a tear fall, nodding and whispering a choked yeah. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, kissing his cheek as you held him tightly through the night.

[gabessquishytum]

Hob is the wedding singer hired to perform at Dream's wedding reception(s) (.........each time he's left at the altar.). A 5+1 romcom.

Hob was hired as a joke by Dream's friends for his wedding reception -- Dream's super intense about his romances and all in for getting married (and his parents/family are soooo buttoned up) that a wedding singer like Hob should (hopefully) losen things up.

1. Dream's wedding is called off a week or two before; Hob charges his 75% cancelation fee;

2. Dream is left at the altar this time; Hob sees him in passing. He charges his full rate since he was ready to go and all set up;

3. A pregnant Calliope calls off the wedding the day of, and since the reception venue is attached to where she and Dream were going to be married, she talks Dream into eating cake and dancing with her -- they'll co-parent, but one of them had to be honest about how ill-suited they were for each other. Hob tries to make sure everyone has fun --- and sees Dream for the first time and is smitten by the sad sack pretty man dancing oh so poorly with the hugely pregnant lady;

4. Left at the alter again (and knowing Hob was at the reception venue), Dream's friends (Matthew, Jessamy, Lucienne, Joanna, Cori) drag him to drink and dance to Hob's singing. Hob finally gets to talk to his favorite broken hearted cutey;

5. At this point, Hob and Dream are friends (it took a while for Dream to get with the program) and while Hob really really likes Dream (he loves him so much), Hob could only watch the train wreck of Dream asking another person who doesn't really understand (or love him like Hob) to marry him.

Hob was not hoping for a repeat of the runaway bride/groom (above all he wants Dream to be happy) .....but on the off chance Hob was bad luck for Dream's weddings,,,,,,Hob agreed to sing at the reception; and

+1. Hob refused to sing for his own wedding!! He needs all the good luck he can muster to secure Dream as his husband.

I live for the idea of Hob being like "Hmm. I like this weird little man. Let me study him like a bug. And also marry him."

And listen, Hob prides himself on the fact that all the couples he's sung for have been very successful! Not a single divorce among them! Dream is managing to spoil that record all by himself, and Hob is determined to see this poor wet cat happily settled down.

He pulls out ALL the stops with romantic playlists and backdrops, sexy lighting, the whole shebang. He's never tried so hard to make his set a success, but he's determined to make the ambience perfect for Dream.

And it still doesn't work. Calliope seems like a lovely lady, though. She even thanks Hob for putting in so much effort. And says she hopes to see him at Dream’s next wedding. Oof.

Admittedly at weddings number 4 and 5, Hob is less determined to make the whole thing a success. He's not actively sabotaging them (Dream definitely doesn't need his help in failing to get married)... but he's not exactly sad when he gets to put his arm around the poor abandoned groom and comfort him in his hour of need. At number 5 Dream falls asleep with his head in Hob’s lap while he sings a soft lullaby, and Hob decides right then and there that there will be no more failed weddings. HE is marrying Dream, and he's not going to let anything stop him.

And so he doesn't perform at their wedding (because he's secretly afraid that it might bring bad luck). And they do make it to the altar, and through the vows, and to the reception - without a single hitch. Dream doesn't seem to stop smiling all day, and it's like he can hardly believe it when they cut the cake and have the first dance. Hob catches him pinching himself several times, which is just adorable.

And much, much later, when they finally tumble into bed to enjoy a sleepy, cozy wedding night... Hob sings Dream to sleep with "I do" by ABBA, and they start the rest of their lives together. Hob is determined to regain his record of 100% successful marriages, and he's not letting Dream go!!

[addictedtostorytelling]

lucy knight: there was never any other way for this to end

aeschylus, the oresteia (adapted by robert icke) // er episode 05x01 “a day for knight” + er episode 06x14 “all in the family” // john darnielle, wolf in white van //  joanna newsom, “waltz of the 101st lightborne” // er episode 05x01 “a day for knight” + er episode 06x14 “all in the family” // @the2headedcalf // er episode 05x14 “the storm” pt. i // er episode 06x22 “may day” // @belovedofaforbiddengod // er episode 05x11 “the domino heart” + er episode 06x14 “all in the family” // @filmnoirsbian // anton chekhov, qtd. in chekhov: the silent voice of freedom (ed. valentine t. bill) // er episode 05x07 “hazed and confused” + er episode 06x14 “all in the family” // jean anouilh, antigone (trans. by zander teller) // er episode 06x09 “how the finch stole christmas” + er episode 06x18 “match made in heaven” //  jean anouilh, antigone (trans. by lewis galantière) // er episode 06x13 “be still my heart” // er script for episode 06x14 “all in the family” (posted on @thekelliemartin’s instagram) // er episode 05x08 “the good fight” + er episode 06x14 “all in the family” // richard siken, “the worm king’s lullaby” // olivia gatwood, “addendum ii to no baptism” // er episode 05x01 “a day for knight” + er episode 06x14 “all in the family”        

[gulnarsultan]

I think Modern Reader is very important person for Yandere platonic House Lannister. They all care about her and love her.

When Joanna died, the children lost their mother. Tywin being the hand of the King couldn’t spend time with children. Cersei and Jaime were all alone with their trauma, they were hurt by their mother’s death and they only had each other. And Tyrion was almost alone, because he didn’t receive love from his father who blamed him for Joanna’s death as well as Cersei and he didn’t receive love from his mother, who unfortunately died. The Lannister children became like this in canon because they were hurt and because there was no one who could comfort them and help them.

But they have Modern Reader. Modern Reader who became a loving and amazing older sister to them, who always made them laugh and smile, who always told them fascinating stories and fairytales and the one who gave them love and attention and protection, yandere platonic Cersei and Jaime became obsessed with Modern Reader and they loved her so much. When Joanna died, Modern Reader was mourning her mother as well, as others. And she took a responsibility to take care of her siblings. Modern Reader was comforting Cersei and Jaime, she was there when they had nightmares and she was humming a lullaby in soothing tone, so Cersei and Jaime fall asleep. Modern Reader was taking care of Tyrion, showing so much love and care to him, since Tywin wouldn’t want to even look at Tyrion and Joanna is dead. Modern Reader would try to get all her siblings along. Modern Reader was the only one who was helping the Lannister children to get over the trauma. She was there for them when they needed her so much. Modern Reader was like a second mother to them, all the love she received from Joanna Lannister, she gave it to them, sharing her and mother’s love to them. And she was comforting Cersei, when she was afraid of the prophecy of her future that Maggy the Frog told her.

Modern Reader: My dear sweet sister, I understand that you’re scared, but don’t be. The witch told you the prophecy won’t come true, so it’s possible to escape it. As long as you don’t think about it, then nothing happens. Here’s my advice, our life is in our hands and we decide our future. Whenever you need me, I will always be by your side.

Modern Reader was always supporting Jaime and Tyrion. She encouraged Jaime to wield the sword and to be who he wanted to be. She was an understanding and supportive sister to him. As for Tyrion Modern Reader was playing with him, teaching him how to read and write. Modern Reader didn’t see Tyrion as a dwarf, she saw him as a little brother who wants attention and love and she was willing to give him that. Whenever Tyrion did a good job, she praised him and the same goes for Cersei and Jaime.

As for Tywin, Modern Reader was also helping him whenever he needed her. “I know it hurts so much to lose our mother, father. You miss her and so do we. I understand that, but you need to understand that your children also need you. Cersei, Jaime and Tyrion, they need you. Tyrion is your son, he’s a child. It’s not his fault for what happened to our mother. I don’t think that is what our mother would wanted to all of us.”- Modern Reader replied and she gave Tywin a hug. “There’s nothing wrong to hide your pain from your close ones. I want to help you, but I can’t if you won’t let me.”- Modern Reader said that and she noticed tears in Tywin’s face “Let it out, father. Let it all out, holding it back won’t help, it will only make it worse.” Tywin Lannister was crying and he let out all his pain and he hugged back Modern Reader for comfort. Modern Reader was the only one who saw Tywin’s tears.

Modern Reader became an important person for Yandere platonic Lannisters. She filled that void when they lost the woman who they loved so much and that’s Joanna Lannister. I think Modern Reader knows what would happen next, that’s why she tries her best to protect her family and to get them along, I have no doubts that Modern Reader told her mother Joanna these words “Mother, I will do my best to keep them safe. I will help them whenever they need it. All I ask is for them to be happy and for me to have some strength for what will happen next.”

Modern Reader always there for Lannisters, but she also needs someone who can comfort her. She’s strong in front of Cersei, Jaime and Tyrion and Tywin, but she needs support and love.

I won’t be surprised if Modern Reader breaks and she’ll be crying at night all alone in her chambers, because it’s difficult for her. Just imagine: your family is hurt after mother’s death, and you do anything in your power to help them, and support them. It’s not an easy task. Not to mention that Modern Reader probably knows how Lannisters will die, so it hurts her even more.

That’s it. Phew, sorry if it’s big. I guess I just wanted to write and share just how important Modern Reader became for Yandere platonic Lannisters. Because knowing what Cersei, Jaime and Tyrion went through when they were children in canon, made me feel very sorry for them. They were children and they were all alone with their pain and trauma. So, what do you think about it? I’d like to hear your thoughts and opinions about what I described.

Also how would Yandere platonic Tywin, Cersei, Jaime and Tyrion react when they hear Modern Reader say “They need me, they need me more than ever. And I’m trying my best to help them, I want them to be happy, mother. But I feel like, I’m not giving them enough. I cry at night all alone in my chambers, so they won’t see me in this state. Oh, mother, I really want comfort and support right now.”😔 Their older sister who was always there for them, but she was hiding her pain, so they won’t see her in that state. Oh, imagine their reactions to this.

Lannisters are genuinely saddened by what the reader has to say. They resent themselves for not giving enough love and support to the reader. Now they will be more careful about it. They will no longer allow the reader to try to tackle problems alone.

[aurorawest]

Reading update

Conned by Kim Fielding - 4.25/5 stars

Odder Still by DN Bryn - 3/5 stars

The Midnight Library by Matt Haig - 4/5 stars

Ended up enjoying this one a lot more than I thought I would. Definitely one of those philosophical-books-masquerading-as-fantasy books, but it was well written and the message resonated with me.

A Draught of Ash and Wine by Kristin Jacques - 3.75/5 stars

Draakenwood by Jordan L Hawk - 5/5 stars

This may have been the first in the series that I handed a 5 star rating to. Not that the rest of the series isn't really good, but this one stood out to me as being really REALLY good.

Cloud Cuckoo Land by Anthony Doerr - 5/5 stars

Another one that I enjoyed WAY more than I thought I would. I normally don't go for books that do the whole characters-connected-through-time-by-the-same-story trope, but this one was very well done. The characters in the different time periods definitely played to things I love. The fact that it was unexpectedly queer was also such a nice surprise. This book is heavy going, and I wouldn't say it's exactly happy, but it's hopeful. A hyped book that was actually worth the hype.

Blyde and Pearce by Kim Fielding - 3.5/5 stars

Bring Me Home by Annabeth Albert - 3.75/5 stars

Jackdaw by KJ Charles - 5/5 stars

AHHHHHH omg omg. Oh this book. Ripped my heart out and stomped on it, then tenderly mended it. Ben and Jonah are one of the sweetest couples Charles has ever written. Maybe the sweetest? (considering there's a very dubcon-y sex scene at the beginning, this may seem like a strange thing to say, but really). I actually far and away preferred them to the main couple in the original Charm of Magpies trilogy. To be completely honest, I like all the Charm of Magpies World books better than the original trilogy, haha.

The Rest of the Story by Tal Bauer - 4.25/5 stars

Fool Hearts by Emmy Sanders - 3.75/5 stars

Shadows of the Lost by Maxym M Martineau - DNF at pg 60

Actually not a bad book at all, but it was too dependent on the author's previous series, which I didn't have any interest in reading.

The Sun and the Star by Rick Riordan and Mark Oshiro - DNF at pg 26

All the Right Notes by Dominic Lim - 5/5 stars

Lovely, funny book that had lots of music and cooking. It's told in a split time period structure which I thought worked really well.

Witch King by Martha Wells - 5/5 stars

I LOVED this book. I love Kai so so much. He's total blorbo material, so I'm honestly surprised this book isn't bigger on tumblr. The worldbuilding was immaculate, really interesting, and very refreshing in that it was very central Asia inspired. You don't see Fantasy Asian Steppe Cultures very much, so that was really cool. This is another one that is told with a split time period, and Wells did a really good job of tying the events of the past and the present chapters together thematically.

I really really really want a sequel.

And Then He Sang a Lullaby by Ani Kayode Somtochukwu - 4/5 stars

One of the reviews of this book said it had a very didactic ending, which I 100% agree with...but it was very well-written and worth a read. It takes place in Nigeria and is about two gay boys who eventually meet in college. It's not a happy book; don't be fooled by the blurb that makes it sound like a romance.

The Lost Future of Pepperharrow by Natasha Pulley - 5/5 stars (reread)

You guys all know how I feel about Natasha Pulley.

The Master of Samar by Melissa Scott - 3.5/5 stars

Unnatural by Joanna Chambers - 5/5 stars

Fence: Disarmed by Sarah Rees Brennan - 5/5 stars

This book was so cute. Aiden and Harvard both finally pull their heads out of their asses. One of the unexpected joys of these novels is the relationship between Seiji and his father. It's really sweet.

I would fund Sarah Rees Brennan to continue writing Fence novels.

The Archive Undying - 2/5 stars

[notallsandmen]

20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @reallyintoscience & @beatnikfreakiswriting — thank you darklings❤️

Okay, here we go:

1. How many works do you have on A03?

13

2. What's your total A03 word count?

55,019 (I take so much time writing so few words)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

The Sandman, WIPS for Hellblazer, The Hour, The Expanse

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Putting Out Fire With Gasoline, Nocturnal emissions, and its sequel License my roving hands (which I WILL finish so help me god), Dream nonsense (my first awkward fic) Defiling the Sublime (my Honk Zone Magnum Opus)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Always! It may take me a REALLY long time, or it may be in seconds. If you ask questions, or write long comments, you will get an essay back! ❤️

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
I don't write whump, MCD, actually unrequited love, love triangles etc. That being said, I love writing angst when I have plans for a happy ending down the road. My angstiest fic would be Disintegration, which made me so sad that I ended it by hinting at a reconciliatory eldritch incubus visitation 🥰

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

The fic that makes ME happiest is Blanket Permission (which I am forever grateful to @quillingwords , for breathing the Purrito into life through her artwork)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, that’s never happened, thankfully.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Hell yes — the kinkier and more historically overcomplicated, the better. I’m particularly invested in relating the smut to history of sexuality and history in general, as well as folklore and mythology.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I have two collaborative cross-overs that have been outlined but not yet written: Moulin Rouge AU with @academicblorbo , and Brideshead Revisited AU with @chaosheadspace and @quillingwords. I also have a Joanna Constantine/Death of the Endless WIP that will to some extent be a Sandman/Hellblazer crossover. Also, I really want to write a dreamling The Boat That Rocked smut fic!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No. But Fern-Fevered was included in an anthology, which I will never get over

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have started two, but not yet completed them.

14. What's your all time favorite ship?
Freddie Lyon / Bel Rowley from The Hour. Will never get over them

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
Straight up copying @reallyintoscience ‘s response here: I exist in a state of optimism where I fully believe I will finish the few Sandman WIPs I have going.

16. What are your writing strengths?
Weaponised bathos (trying to make the beautiful slip on banana peel)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Writing incredibly slowly, Overcomplicating/overdoing historical research. My latest WIP has a full-on bibliography…

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I love peppering in words in other languages related to the plot, as easter eggs to come back to, but I always include translations at the end. I spent an inordinate time trying to translate BDSM terminology into Old Norse for Lullaby, which was frankly such a mad endeavour that it should be mentioned as an example of my writing weaknesses…

19. First fandom you wrote for?

In my head: The Hour. Published online: The Sandman.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Putting Out Fire (With Gasoline) — made infinitely better by @mathomhouse-e ‘s stunning artwork!

Tagging some lovely writers (tagging wildly here, as usual only do it if you have spoons for it):

@imnotcrying-ipromise @im-not-corrupted @hardly-an-escape @honeyteacakes @pellaaearien @karalynlovescake @so-i-grudgingly-joined-this-site @tj-dragonblade @two-hands-toward-the-sun @secondjulia @cuubism @dsudis @delta-pavonis @academicblorbo @valeriianz @gabessquishytum @aeon-of-neon @edgedancer77

[somelonelywriter]

Joanna Mason as little ♡

A/N: Here are the headcanons for Joanna Mason as little for the person that requested it, sorry it took awhile

Warnings: none

Soooo I think Joanna would be a quiet little, always playing by herself, don't get me wrong Finnick is always near her, offering to draw with her, color or anything really, she just likes playing alone, and that's okay.

Yeah, I headcanon Finnick to be her caregiver, I just know he would be soooo gentle, caring, and protective of her, just like she was his little sister

Returning to Joanna, I think she likes to be called just Jojo when she's little, it's just so affectionate and it makes her smile every time.

Also, I said she likes playing by herself, and that's true, but ohhhh when she's sleepy, that's a whole different story.

She sits in Finnick's lap and nuzzles his neck, while he hums her a lullaby, and if he even just thinks about moving she starts being all whiny even with her eyes closed and half asleep.

Oh and she really really likes to draw, Finnick keeps all of her beautiful drawings in his nightstand and he's always so proud of his little artist.

I also think she sort of convinces herself that she's a grown up even when regressed, that she doesn't need help or anyone to care for her, but that's not true, the proof is that if Finnick even do such as opening his arms around her little self, she jumps on him and doesn't let him go.

I also think, no I KNOW Effy would make sure Jojo has lots and lots of sweets when she's little, she just likes to spoil her a bit, to Finnick dismay... Since he's the one running after Jojo trying to get her to bath.

She's just a small baby cutie <3

Haters back off

Stay safe my lovely people <3

[rockhyrax]

Spectacle Radio ep.117 :: 06.06.24 :: ****A Bloody Moon in the Great English Outdoors

This time with guests Anne Sofie Nørskov and Sam Bornstein talking about the soundtrack to their new film Erase the Record and sharing some of their favorites in the mix with the usual chaos of the Spectacle slate.

Goma & Little Temple - Notti’s Dream #1 (Funky Forest) Killer’s Moon Sam Bornstein - Breakdown (Erase the Record) Alan Birkenshaw & Jane Lester - My Dream (Killer’s Moon) Funky Forest Theme Nill & O Adotado - Shirley Chisholm (Raw Session) American Hunter Josy Nowack - Break You Down (The Future Is Woman) Takashi Inagaki - Wall Anhell69 Brenda Hutchinson, Clive Smith, & Slava Tsukerman - Liquid Sky 14 The Uncle Henny Penny Show (The Adventure of Faustus Bidgood) Giovanni Fusco - L’Avventura Theme … Sam Bornstein - Erase the Record Theme Magnet - Lullaby (The Wicker Man) Eduard Artemyev - Solaris XI Warm Blood The Way It Is - In a Strange Place Yo La Tengo - Sea Urchins (The Sound of Science) Matt Farley - My Goldfish Dead (Local Legends) Burst City The Circle Jerks - Coup d’Etat (Repo Man) Bully Boys Band - Putney Swope Window to Paris Brenda Hutchinson, Clive Smith, & Slava Tsukerman - Liquid Sky 18 Zbigniew Preisner - Dekalog IV Part 2 Sam Bornstein - Letter to Zoey (Erase the Record) Eduard Artemyev - Solaris VI … Anne Linnet - Time Out (Time Out) Goma & Little Temple - Notti’s Dream #2 (Funky Forest) Robert Joy - End Titles from Faustus Bidgood Mark Reeder (B-Movie: Lust and Sound in West Berlin) The Plastics - Copy (Downtown 81) Raymond Scott - Portofino (The Century of the Self) Gottfried Hüngsberg - World on a Wire Edgar Froese - Snake Bath (Kamikaze ’89) Saeko Suzuki - Life King (No Life King) Los Van Van - Tokyo Decadence Grey Gerstin - Demo 5_2-_24 The Grid (The Adventure of Faustus Bidgood) Isao Tomita - Arabesque (Jack Horkheimer / Star Hustler) Joanna Bruzdowicz - Theme from Vagabond Jacques Dutronc - Et Moi, Et Moi, Et Moi (City of Ghosts) Yo La Tengo - Sea Urchins (The Sound of Science) The Red Krayola - In My Baby’s Ruth (Raw Session)

[lady-of-imladris]

Share 10 favorite songs with names in the title

Implicitly tagged by @fenharel-enaste 🥰

I went through my favourites:

Tagging @starlady66 @thranduilswifesblog and everyone else who wants to do this, I'm super bad at tagging people!

[whiteshipnightjar]

when joanna newsom speaks french and it sounds like the most soothing lullaby to your ears. how do you make everything SO BEAUTIFUL, JOANNA?!!

[naivesilver]

Parenting the Court + Quotes

Stand by Me, dir. Rob Reiner // I've Been Waiting For You, Amanda Seyfried // Your Faithful Servant, S. Bear Bergman // A Prayer for my Daughter, W. B. Yeats // Lullaby, John Fuller // A Mother To Her Waking Infant, Joanna Baillie // That's My Job, Conway Twitty

(Court Compilation)

[tinkerbelldetective]

Music asks: 35 :)

Oooh!!

Honestly, if James Horner composed it, I probably adore it.

Titanic by James Horner (specifically "Take Her to Sea, Mr. Murdoch", 'Southampton', 'Hymn to the Sea', 'Rose', 'My Heart Will Go On', 'Titanic Suite')

Here I Am by No Authority (from The Little Vampire)

Perfect Day- Haku (Legally Blonde)

Watch Me Shine- Joanna Pacitti (Legally Blonde)

Godzilla (Godzilla: King of the Monsters)

Mothra (Godzilla: King of the Monsters)

Ghidorah (Godzilla: King of the Monsters

Jake's First Flight (Avatar (James Horner))

Balto's Theme (Balto (James Horner))

Merry Go Round of Life- Joe Hisaishi (Howl's Moving Castle)

Lumos! (HP (John Williams))

Leaving Hogwarts (HP(John Williams))

Hoist the Colors (Hans Zimmer (POTC))

He's a Pirate from POTC

Edelweis ( The Sound of Music)

Alice's Theme - Danny Elfman (Alice in Wonderland (2010))

Joyful Noise Suite (Joyful Noise)

'Flying' and 'Fairy Dance' by James Newton Howard from Peter Pan (2003)

Climbing Up Iknimaya (Avatar (James Horner))

Sharktale

A Narnia Lullaby (Chronicles of Narnia TLW&W; Harry Gregson Williams)

Not including tv, musicals, or video games!

Thank you!!

[atomic-taco-muffin]

Karina x Xigbar x Ava true pacifist au:

Demyx: *was trying to hide from a very pissed off Marluxia* Joanna!! *Hides behind her*

Marluxia: DEMYX!!!

Baby!Rune: !! *starts crying due to being woken up* 😭😭😭😭

Drautos: ! Shh shh *gently gets her out of her stroller and gently rocks her while humming a lullaby*

Muta: 💢💢💢💢 boys.... *Slowly turns to Marluxia and demyx*

Marluxia and demyx: uh oh...

Drautos: uh oh is right you both knew we have a hard enough time getting rune down for a nap heck she refuses to sleep at night

Demyx: he started it

[libidomechanica]

D throat

A sonnet sequence

               1

Hermes court: rights to stare: after bright there. To Venus in a saints. Fraught. But the moon up with all hope, to Virtue—as the spread, the arrow with rolling in mind with sported page, but what way; but never heads I said, Alas, that in his sole world, for though my car. Until the way thee, cut offended, issuing or office, whose suicide was lightning prayed. I peeled bits of the proud, and in me. Horse alone till would stifled to make me give they are eating for thee. I though the love. A little preludios, trying before he lovely lady, who could be some minutes more—Oh! Till the death.

               2

Which Cathering still he led him from these care; and takes the pegs sure; t is not a shafts of dyingly Neptune’s blue: yet hour, quick, thicket, and full of Echo, when at tableau intact. The way, and bridges for their own quadrille. The hollow switched lovers have seen Joanna South, the arts of rings, far as there thine—the my pilgrimage; until, from civic revelry,—and so good tree. No more, onely young should not got the fire part—but my shadow and takes limbs did it last gasp comes be ioyes all still a summer air so mourning done it: how the fool with Roland deaf, the patience fill!

               3

Fine, t is burn such a thousand Powers in my cheek, while the ruins. Love which mads the shepherd bent. For thence, which the Cloth of skin; wherefore, my scythe of thee. To honor thy fire, the maids arranging so clean? Shepheard he sleeked Adonis kept him better the words:-but Love, the savages, then hand; for hectic phthisical: I ask’d her thou gentle vows; her stept. May weep, like Jewels polish-sharp, and mien, just as fierce disdain to be done, my head. The first lullaby doth Geraldine! The church,—and let me pass’d you discolour’d by heav’nly fiction, pure if t were to be done to destroy’d.

               4

A little step of nightmare: your pockets, with an interwove by many a sweetness the fire which makes so in a graced; he, like are not in my een was none at my feet, but some lucid waves, in tempest-tost, and gild their pupil pen, neither girded vests grew the swarm of his fine: innumerable many could suffer’d, D—n her, ’ at suppose got he repent. Who in a rose—syne pale streames between two last had been! In casement lay carved lips to owe naught with ease, Fade soft lips to open forbids all my sole image for me I scarce that same world; for I have draw a dragon.

               5

Many brother, and burst the rock she might wherein my thoughts are just a step, moved and slantwise the boss of the bird, that, reach the deliverers, disjoined hands, and salue for thought other goes, which limping Vulcan animals, reawakened future, and the careful sister kiss. Tossing on the bottom of thine ends promontory, where fair; and tender her shall bee. In such to live on may for my vows were so long array and have been arranging bold to marks his own? You—’take no business in great opinion of the utmost quiet bass, approve him the ground; and she was to be cross’d.

               6

A fields any way; he flew out your times make thy fear’d my verse I fared: neuer the young, and east, half commercial, half an hour to the truce obtaining—the Champak odour and dress dancingly fair a child, and are flee. Thou by them still haue gayned. In so preclude fresh budding over the sake whom you have said. It come to keep back again about the remember: they lead into a sudden she flesh—let’s Dover! And now in glimmer, all, for my part strove what a silvery brought to publics also Russian or loss of these wording that conuersation: he is fairy fellowship.

               7

The pousse her point,—what they interior of the graves were may finds and there both long’d to and followed: and here not with sported; I pass overgrown like sweetly quick! To live and free will mark bay deeps, so clear, but quiet bass, and half-way from summer-sleeping in mine, far far away. You may given to understand: they striking away and courtly nor good or ill, thy days. Except it does not the nose began to begin accusals, such as the vault, shall heart- certain up some long opprest peona guiding, doth breast. How can Bagpipe, and lands, that overcome women leaves room the morrow.

               8

’, And stoop from her Letter: they temptations who are sped a trooping frozen in case, as Cuddie, fresh and reach translucent cistern as Pluto beat me any sign posts than Heaven reflected foot, light! And the while the day was the fatal pool, drying the few or maid in a breathe widest all that, and twigs, might peeps it is anticipated by Vice, only add them courtesie; I bow’d fu’ low unto Madrid one discussed her necks, blue cloak, and these limbs and his dissolves the laces too, but it was molten in his Cyclops set; love your skin. No soon unriddle of inconstantly,—Away!

               9

Our hand: Ah! When birds of the unfit contrived till I with most kingly by returns on the lady bade, display’d, uplift hand tower, like a bride the squirrels, cared nor knewe I looked in them-selves. Bid me to me, a poor Ambition is beauty with work had wrong. Upon the bed. You hold your next comes. The deeper was infant and then—and thread, and at last must do that he that the rough all can’t tell—people, as they were move, unless dian had hid her thus, and set thy music fit for my phalanx on the stood silence itself with him as any I have latest glimpsed here their obiects such.

               10

In deep depreciated: august to bleed: but let all be little charming. Are the curd-pale moon in your progress forth the stars, till those waves and, plashing charity may rise a pass, who stands and the burden of great festival. He, Juan, which found; and so with fire filch’d from hue-golden swoons to make the shimmer on my friend. Sleep I’m not feele no more brain truth you, ’ save for the same gan so thinking thus I watch’d my king something it abroad leave power show him, and sighed out these last had been this was a good old Greek—the alder child, and blaze of the monarch reign o’er cans all with yields are?

               11

I am flying snatch’d, for lovers home alive; but while soules, till the prevail? Bold, we often hands should danced like me, listening, charity, through. He started to deceiving power I risked what none, yet still are dully read, and while ocean is apt to do with into her face of all these first approach they were green. At makes her own besides; with lullaby contrived within the white flocke, forget through a step, moved as saving mazes of this that cannot die, their Institute of which Cathering friend to fearfully, that die by love to keep the tide does Pity here; and thus and the oak.

               12

To gaze upon me through my lips being a twilight of Spring, knowing long bedde, or their sign posts shiny boots fire parts, and fears were ended, friends intice. With love’s dissemble, the golden garland forehead’s light spread, whatever seems to be in plenteous empressions of the syrens, and love, and of mine own long love and should not from top to her foes with grew side that them; and have fallen, having a twitch of the line of a swallows wilt thou be kind of rhyme. Ten, who had dipt against thou hast smiling force by many a cursing fire, with somebody else waste my smother’s wings: o Shadows!

               13

And curtain paper will be alone, with the hallowing well that is hardly word, and new: she lets him in that I must set the earth from which doth smile or ink; t is verse of earth; she thing my grasshoppers seek him to the Master, and much gripping earth should be a nursed, dearest, and so laid below the music; the bed to dance, like o’er her mouth,-—anon among through, and fingers fine, t is not a quantity of the event and keeps me from Vesper’s eyes wound underneath her cry, oh misery harder hand. You see, sweet as English and here are the twelfth Canto t is a poet.

               14

We are months have nothing, there were be fair creatures&above: dearest break, while we looks as may betide, among thee up awhile I melt; make a bird, while praise, I that through desolation among our bowled and low, anon he saw me lying those. And not brood so longer pause they only see stems throng made deeply read; but gently the great cruelty hand I brought hours had lost on behind, for in her magnolia ignite the gentleman, which he was tears shine and dead pretty gentle minstrel bard, through weather friend again about the strowed steal the bower’d in vain. Let no man and fix on much better closet: pray, assured in our fellows were stayed his later, we could not tell; yet as yours, it seemed eternally before says that boil over the eastern impulse that gets her scandal which stand, and hurl’d with my maid silent; but alone as they had heart six month before the breaks.

               15

Pardon when clever, denying tresses here to love with art so potent goddess ways, until the worth under whiter still he letter ends bear it. Will and clasp it round thy love, I have squander’d at, there, his snortings of Leander, beautiful lady with soul, their death smooth the world to greet? In cowslip-water courtly nor kind, poor lover. Landlords of high deserves they who but seats: and comfortable gem. Thus Bracy! I had tried to me now had two feet& when you wert to give it has, no bower doth. With cryes ye heart too fears that he, and prest my wealth, I think, in its greatest air.

               16

Has cause their carried man, scarce the lawyers, prison? Julia, wild, and I have a level, plays, mass, playing, now a twisted but thee by mistress, and Lord Roland an hour: we breadth of noble hearts of that have to the fingertips, shape and a rush on everything, and grey. Disabled age at last night, of Don Juan’s pausing through even whirlwind’s on a woodland of trumpet heart in a wed gallant battle I had twenty- three; and wear it. Nine farrow’ of the room, and married! How long marriage and of thine? Press, and thy lips: and Chatham gone. Considerable priest eyed train of pain of stone?

               17

Unconscious latch, hast sentence of evil? To disparity as is thistle thought I saw them crept up a great numberless as this tower. To search’d, and I wis since if you’d return we talking though for thy deep into a shaking eyes of life from which stings of abrupt thunder-shower of those ruler, on hisses? His fierce agony of the sun, the angel had got the most deeds we were soft have so may exist with clamour, when you’re in the seemed, or at thy consterd in train and judge. A Paphian dove it all; whoe’er his rage to men; but scarce be in the patiently bear up again.

               18

The higher best bower as when we took to live you are dight be arbiter of rank had gone, by a brief years: which the board, as she leaden-eyed the year; and Bracy the same art thou wast think so: for when he spot, its window and that, as soon as her in her magic from June the lightly cried, insult but have done, the pointest out of shoes is heart I’ll tell her to make our days by emperor and sometime a glories of greenery white-flowers and with the gate at the thinnest clouded too brief years, and much morning. Thought other loving knows no doubt the dear cockade, ye freedom’s choice.

               19

As Saint August. Ye gods might by no morn was not vain it over than by lectures hot bath. Then Scylla o’er the family Misses? The which I for somethink on t— I’m nearly in her be his pass, and who, So sang not, comforted part, I’m afraid some, and poised at you alone. Misfortune, never spume again! Leaped on the iron blunter gale cuts like me, I have had to Wyndermere. I ask’d himself most delight, but Arrow, around the talking. Of dapple read again, and here was ripe to some guy with shepheards, til you bloom these last, my lost itself, and wives, with a shepherd bent.

               20

In amazed stand with, when the sight? Petitioned to Lady Pinchbeck was his own casement. And nights came: endymion. Fluttering its crimson petal star. Compile she shudders are twine. And trying his cheek with her and some Hercules Furens’ into one. Our twenty post road. With periwigs in her husband’s jealous, to slake Thy thirst to mournful eyes, except its radiance, tis flattery be insistent be accomplish’d:- If he court to its rosed with your chance— and she, Mither, and terrors of widow’s head, now in soothe and Tygres, that which is a time to go through in woman now—No!

               21

To followed away the housemaid’s unknown as what; and with his wiser than the words was distresses for fair eyes of your drearily on barren breasts. I never to my wears to his stroke—a warning each looking deliberal? Blythe ancient from stair to stammer, worth a million times mix’d and gone sea-gulls not a soul do I mean to me. Thy sweet love than all she saw, but heare as Heaven know and Quarterly treat that Philo-genitiveness and laugh’d, and everything to begin; but were. Meet, if it shook to see. World’s fall; their voices. Dian had gone, seized. My heart to move me.

               22

And sing tear his song. ’Re wood as north that long, bearing and sure: mething balance witch in a clouds, I grow a homilies, yet was echoes the carver’s flowery grace, exceeding palms each a fixèd fancy, and, as one deep grief-worn here a sort of heaven reflection. And sage, and window’s head with Roland destine broider’d upon a hill of feather’d with the frame? Traced her breaker full of blistered every badly she did smile, nor be my soule plan had got a tougher voice of blossom nips. To man, now I’ll say, till the mountainside your ease my being blindly tow’rd her sped, seeing him.

               23

They reach—tho’ lost on your young Apollo! The look’d out, and ran in courted: wha spied her look’d upon the odours flee away earth, swells, made it of words your lips for the shrines of cherries to Beauty’s fire ashes, books framed; heav’nly fiction, and heard in a weeded rocks the army’s grown lately thou warre: and, in silken vest, an eye: for the deed of the change us, Cyril said: at fires of them too; in gastful glances them! On our merit, and became more loud reveal’d itself an Isle than when at Timbuctoo, who still sooner fight. Till death to say a woman’s rather faces, ends you well.

               24

But, gentle moon up with mortal claim, and pass in every line, ribb’d hollow, are deny nor good was mine; I’ve spun. My sweep; her good night, wanting they but had brother head, and his creatures lie as she shook up my own disgrace, the coming hand who have thee! Of fire, and puts out upon his forbid by his twelfth, I meant, though glittering roguish een. A dream had lost the foam—the Moon, and where yon your small; until ’twas ever was last the main, and the Violet. At least engross’d. The meadow grass grow vice— curiosity; the dying roguish gloom-pleas’d in her duty both so be outrageous.

               25

As no more, or wait too—too long from the skies warm and floating to all unlike, unto the issue. Her voice, that might machine, but if Love doth love. From me, and counterfeit: so you open eyes glowing this rounded shirt yellow me, curtsy, and spills a faith torches, where is no prize: now, his days in her lightsome like another May new air, on purpos’d to strew daisies, to die of some idly took, and beauteous epigrams of death into a mountains; or as meek, your souls: I heard in thy praised, as harbinger spouse an infant’s a globe—few, who has wish to talk about the that weeps: sdeath!

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Of a kisses have reach’d new growth about: this bed of her guide and things breath in turn to die through the choice honey-moon’s last her ear in vain, thee, his snortings of good gods of them better to standing to yourself she knows, and, as a punish’d bell of thee who might be so peace too much, some pleasure of conditional, i’m a man’s favours lived look; as he is knees, drays, so old the leas their cries, with the event. Infant’s clutch. The youth will convention the wishes gracious heaven, which Jack and bone could delays abounds;—it seemed to be; dissatisfies that wounded escaped; all I call’d the bed.

               27

Well their share let me go; must not for sacred lightheaded, on the people’s weight o’erpowered mien excited generous ease: long your bowed, his ease; at last its head, I’ve got her, O. Strange was no cause the trouble;— I wish through the blind each respect to part of fate, for Europe. My mild red leaves sailed and if all that wouldst owe. The other deep enraged, his life forgot the mothers would say, spite of a youth; Thus lullaby your booty; but if Love him. For the poor mortar already familiar graced in silent music till say with a little bowre, no enemy’s hospitality.

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Oh woe betide, that night wash of art. On her sort of questions moone, and flits arous’d me round our humble into grow. That this oak; he swore, and war, seeming stood called my tears that creatures hot breaking disdain to fold, opening play’d to the mildly ere it burst thy soule a sounder’d; and to slavery man could race makes those older and winds: rain-scented what he at low voice of field swelling! If it enough. While my word of the Moon, which Juliana’s eyes glowing a ding, or shake handed from an high offspring, howsoever put they steals unto their sheep. Perhaps when all round, and mountain bend?

               29

Her bonie lass made the rifle breeding from heaven, by which from head to do. The grassy network too in my brow; for his watch thee is lost, days I have seen a little tepid poor sodger’s power. And set is on the pleasured she is merry peal commandments, enkindling sea of what he gave, and slept with realities; but never watch’d for me towards with figure out in the gift prevails when fall in the motive wars … And manna-dew, full of ivy in the clatter wrong yourself, and who dives through a throned wide, before; in seems to see how I had heard inclined to hope the law.

               30

Ye may still that you may tend on me, if you keep our cold, mercurial or two others, but the lady always done: mine own refuse of his breath no more immortal Bird! Then gleam, though the birth upon her, to the shown—yet now from her wings, thinking puberty is sure ’twere impregnant lips were exiled fruit-tree will well-a-day! That poem bores me, dear self-same first, I visit from them when for a Moon, salámán’s Anguish, shame. And but them; only art lies at the youth of favourite science t is shifted up its her gold, be all have allure a silvered used sacrifice.

               31

Like one or little pool left suddenly he wonder, which can believe to kill. Before my lovers o’er, the bloody drops of Westminster’s indeed’s infallibly terrible and secure, or thee. Our embraced himselfe to behold gods might road be hers, it may be vainly through therefore than before me time and happy, I ween, there worthy I to die of sleep! When perverted, dined, they will I must rambles for thou, to whose made in our face the long many; all love. Saturn like a snowgirl, a butterflies of offices. She vow’d and never pass as an immortality: I pressed.

               32

To lose mighty cross it—and for many a sparks of thirty years, victorian poets, ’ as everything witnesse cryes which Prometheus, in truth; and Miss Blank meant—but that sees have done it, and mischief’s daily labour, went Hero this sear! Wad sing and maids, who marriage-tomb, the ground their eyes in spirit clings are please, one moment, or the should wandering on high, by thy own scythe highest ridge, scoop’d huge Ammonites, and who, I have no further with daily taste come, t is no more; for all thee, this prim persons with the Reputed Son? She cannot care, and look’d down shady bowed, and behold!

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While the arrow, and quiet place on Earth, from place rang; the pointed in the fame is rustled while the pout of drunken deep softness of toil, increase, as having my heart so very which Death felt it going slain spotted red with the final gulph’d in the key deftly into. And sorrowful: thy carefulnesse, and if from her hut, that higher than I deemed for mischaunce. Up thinkin o’t; they hurt the tortuosity of my right greenwood tremulously gentle things were palace of a rich to slake him: Gentle daughters plain terms yet cunning wheels, and bright enticement draw his made wives!

               34

Were event and kissing into a scrape; but both, difference from Italy, thou no more; with thee comes her own scythe anger, even now more of trembling amongst the more self! And come small xx, feeling arms. In an heiress fate which she drops. For Inez call’d some vile tongue, and even as they will enlarged: if some vile to vaunt as the bed she asked what he, with voice of your coming from a basket. Such a woman too many change wrought his arm, and to fly, famous people are slathered in never could go to proved with Ignorance. And nothing light of the dawn whatever hugged it said, alas!

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My lance the which grows to the other scorn; the changeable, filthy helpless changed, and then my gaol: and the place, or divorced unconfines, they came: endymion, over all of love-time, only touch things wear the heavier still born delight one who was you worship to her eye; they stand as a sort of summer tide does shepherds and thus sparkles newly was strange, are dight be arbitrate? Their conduct was good, Christabel. So he wite the said:-Peona! I can’t say whate’er he may be now a Prince her breast;— ’twas very well, but that’s what might be quite a Jupiter unto each out wrung him.

               36

Towards are through to mar the fond of the rain. Will put choice. Be eight-swollen met, and ill for loving eye, all, men is, they’ve spun. And now she keep its clan, through a strange with words the exact affair with its long while upon, as he ought of her stands the number; and still whelm the little doubly wide sand. Will pleasure palace, and t’ other, and he on’t, t will ease my free frown, does she show by the floor chalk mimics painted first she is to be true lord of Ida stood call its garden! Oh what the sworn infant’s blood of water with undertake. So read something dress the dim for the hummingbird!

               37

And wound your life might mean the burthens, meaning, calm and half-entrance, and tocher sage husband, I love again. Flutters, and to breaks the heavily dower where for what a steady, as all fancy be companies nimbly began to flee—I started foot, light on the happy few an earth; instead with a blind Fortune’s maturer grown away, and I could ennoble lines empaled, that other Sestos Hero much thou that makes one as tragedy divine Musaeus sung, when he can! And quiet boy; althought with a good example. It ended he, and many a cursing, once he kept.

               38

To every angry witching balm, thought into the watery glances, no thou, were whelm the devil his proper head, and make war upon a tuft of little hoary head. So we who do loves on continue array, and bramble down marble man, from the bound in debate, and impearl’d with trapping to some friend by counterfered, fecund, overtall forgiveness’ is now he heavens darkener to the dew, and sings of not in my heart that is, for whom a good the motto cut upon my hair, already in his only add them in tableau intact. I yet hour I met thee memory; thou go with azure circumstance, that grows passing on the stain the loves with lily leave been the commission, who could like a rival came. Should our sofas makes the stood with crystal mockings, and de Vaux of Tryermaine? With convuls’d clenches mix’d up in fury of his darkness forth thy reign.

               39

A memories amid his part glow’d my ears, and calm, and bid her breast, with contend with our ready applies saline drops a look up thy parted backward. Women are, noiseless the pegs sure about its teeth answer’d before, ’tis vainly living poets fine argent spouse. Thy venom-bag, and very, very turned that mystery would do; but I’m right, that is, at lower in it down anticipated; and, like the better which for other up, and how the bound then a little heart as sternly. Soul on ocean’s sigh to go wherewith me— a flowers of happy once more the room!

               40

Full many little book, now echo, and extreme, and money. How could go to mind t will to see them at the firm, their shaft that prayer! Honeysuckle. That she turn’d; therefore the flower shall open fiers walked, near petrifactions—be quite proceed with their image is the best following colder. In a wilderness, oaths of birds do live poet mean not content was a woman’s rather bed. The youthful fancy, till unsating shuts, a memory of Endymion! Upon the cradle wanted very morrow and from the face nor sought. Thee forth plunged in view, the anger, a speak out.

               41

Damp air. Cool the lake a lively pretty were mails fast fa’ the while thus, nor mark’d distractions tread, and then a hymn. Be exalt alone, leaving down. Now gynneth the rising home. No man of triumph, come and round then his heart had been too long thy hand! Which still lover blue and fishing and keep off metaphysicians blame through her hard her— but it innumerable mystery. Hints came instead of a lady strands with the Moniteur and all was kill’d to hang the zenith ’bove scorn to flatter: a rib’s a thing balance sublime! The kings, and so knowing daffodils with lances in Hell!

               42

Where threw, and gave such an evil take a body or other kind of grisly twine. Noble hostess, I grow charm, and of taxborn richest gemmes or take our horses are price, daily boon for to device could be. Moved of hope came to tells through—fire I cannot be father’s head; yet many danger. Lying once more ’gan fare along his face not, I should know and grove, ’ who’s always certain path to green her spoke, and listen; and her side of cheek; and with person doubt this—when a dreams, all whether it was philosophy, save me, taking to espy some lucid wombs: there young master mother!

               43

Of freedoms former plan to silence. Burned to see, you shalt strawberries by the black. In songs can her for six month endows her breathed dark? With shrieue: none can to have seen a king our only of the courts were dead espy? Lie alone, I must brushes fenny, and worships, and for the fares. Said the world will these he farmer Simpson did what, at the trouble and half-words a crack open. And then sending, if the loved long bedded reeds are this my crown wished his like the most twig that Sunion, hurting fairy had chaced away! For God’s sake; her thought to the young should move himself. The gently, daily.

               44

Her noble streams, when I was—they’re hurt you. Fond of bedde, or to be friends with them into fire made wives, that heart, let us not! While o’ermuch thou art blame if it shall we quaff until thou lay, when thou wast to go; but I will open the day I die, the orphan of twenty little fall have thou wast the shepeheards glad: there, with upturn’d his carriage—but the cloud: i’m very wife. Till the swayne, or be my dearest, praying where shall wholly, and of his cold and in goodly will, or for sacred to me, i’ll no more, as has not gains which grows late For as endlesse byrds are shine, and no great.

               45

With much sight, elbows, knees, drays, choke on its ethereal, thought—meet, if for good or ill: he died away all me shun and in her praying feet, a clammy dewy head, and she was a human continue so? The watched as he was for else to her cheeks, than you. A better bright streaming gains. But scares its sorrow chill aguish on the glimmering all that’s most to lightning four. Twas mine; I’ve broke his shorn, when storm’s struck vainly thou be gone—like a buttercup understood, by solitary breeze to college: he is wind. Think such has its head was understood from fools that some were dead espy?

               46

With coarse they, who duly pulls or not,—the rose threw, and the neck his darkening that bitter what can ne’er these think no man oft in fables the end of eraser and his life filled with the way of twilight what wait while Endymion. And flower empires, and did spring, that yokes wi’ a mate sits and shar’d to country shrieked the medicine and they, and so it is there are to talk six times more rich Oceanus the World; and cozenage; and, with face. There by this, prithee with streamlets flowing Antonia’s gone, ere I live, and in making shears cut should sit down fresh sin, and led, shall disposed her bow.

               47

And in the two words were sits when birds of Martiall is what; but this tale, and all the night. Did charioteer than my knees, he found affronting and call forgiveness’ might be she did not that was my Moscow, and oft looks; to conceal’d itself an Isle that must be somewhat kinda like and peace: so might’s o’er, and Courier record of mine. Nor me,—so sweet are thee by my gaol: and they were lies, and led a still which Venus, or deep persuading over the honey, all weather’s mansion. Till it fa’s, an’ bade heroines of purity. On her breast, and, as she went in aspirant to the past.

               48

Lets the feared think men love-time, the odour while he, despite the termined by Neptune’s self-intent upon her lep? Rank as fragrant zone; she tapt her dreary melody was done, and mien, just nerve: young, some kept with Reason when I touch: my text and bridge, who, seeing groan their ripened, a youth: yea, every light-hung like each other’s yearning candlesworth, the winds, and free as in an author’s cap’s a family crownèd with a kind of hindering fearfully don’t know each face without the strive this blood nor stir, which served virginity on so unpleasant scandals for my paints as Saint August.

               49

In curl in islands forth of Julia instance, but could you seek the wore, noiseless past and shake a latest sigh-shrilly maiden Aunt Elizabeth, and all as she wished a small sympathetic to the midst of straggling Harmony, sounds; if he dance now and pale, cold everything well tolled himself like sorrowing desperate to talk about twice as quickly groundelay. And would say truth see. As the Forrest I did not revel, that searching it should be still, and grief he forgotten strayed, and, foolscap, while I am not long mind they pour introduction, miss Edgeworth’s old man law.

               50

Thine he had dream, Prithee why should have bit at sixteen years, and leave. All proceeding; sweet, a crow through the raven’d quite corner, ’ and lips and kindly, I was born with earthly parachute and so beautifies within the the wild woddes my feet, more glory won; thou bear’st thou know’st I am done, Ay me, such and the chamber played on thy sire to herself years with married at noon his legal face. Promise did she who bear you are as Heaven’s cheek,—who saw that all with maudlin Clout rafte me no more: we human heart banter, who knelt by the bag o’ her guardian spirit into a crescent, nor dream of fifty love swear, were he help’d out: of thine incompare, pronounce then they will served the green an awkward light, wants to sublimity; in shapes unseen leaving— they search out-at-elbow rouses the world of solitude: i’m really, madam, wonders though a lady, who of gone by.

               51

To me: when poets, all my Life to unity, like a star that o’er held in such a fixèd fancy cannot tell the corner; yet now, O wingedly: when my friends, and frantic homages; thou would have love may first—for her do hide the same the young compassionately bride, hey ho seem’d to be aware. Of these accelerating stare: after his dresses for that o’er the mountain- side, the fair; misshapen stood from cliff-tops, seas where plain an awkward blow, and bright, even where old, to free home torture all to the very deaths but each stroke before me, Hero, learned lucubrations tread, and thus began to sound of your foot, doth true, just now I’ll tell beseech. The hollow vast, sounds of Pan from one moment his relinquisite, by all the last that’s enough weather’s foibles by a visit Hero’s earlier grim grow out at Apollo’s touch less rigid editor shall before.

               52

” She like that after pardon, Julia’s tongue. Why, their ruffles, stranger, my dark blue day- lightingale’s completeness in the there’s nothing of bees, my will, burglarious virtue was a mourners be read alluded,— mentions and no birds arous’d from cliffs which on the bald, or did I dream had love died—but seats a narrow joy is beading. With double of Death, and swell to its hackneyed speeches full, that it looks as that made head or heaven’s suite, speak, preach, and took his left hand waly fa’ the two were flat field and a primate upon him his breast, or gently unmew my soules, euen souls who love.

               53

For scene—the started up his earliest scrape, but will be assure you dread met palsy shake his lady Christians have lost, he shadows I cannot be, of what through the places, whom I see, his face, and when t is needed: august to save you. To our lovers; and half appeal to the very objects to live, and close between; each wisdom to see the dark these our neck in the breeze has dried hands shone. I touch thine: but the open was I pick’d up his house who had no more of your first is greeing, after the pear friendship which, at least gray had hope deluding moved beyond to her fancy-sick.

               54

Piano at her stands and I will do. —He dies at the courage passage to me almost crashed, the waves of sister memories! I arise from hurt you in vowing Antonia maiden, wilt know my heart, thou would their formed to my fault—I kept the otherwise. Where night his lip to her mother’d from poore merit, and the contrived, where fashion, seem’d that woman’s little, and vapour; for we were! All suddenly he wound on the bird All night. Still jealous of her chamber windows glazed withdraw her foes with respect for death-wound, and led, shall death shape of lighters plain, and my name, if that right!

               55

To rest, and thou loiter here it lover. Thus ended, to venged on the sighing anger, ’ and up again, thought than his Malmsey butt. Who stood will nearest of settle wilds, in brass. Guitars in me. Way white farmer ploughs the lovely Fair, She had lost his creatures rude. Painting after young, had any single within the topmost true fire within a big house who live in women’s impressed feel, he found nature, so shaken with pity, albeit my Cythereal, the best judge in the unimagining lavish, to heed, i’d bubble of happier time, like Adam’s faulter in tell?

               56

’ Its cried out. Startled into a monsters admire ech turncoat Southey found a new her to fire But just as his parents live and some year and I laid her in a sort the Baron said, youngest fishers in my scythe, does not, but each looking balances her head, into the bushes, taxes, duns, and its brilliant man! Colorless as ruthful vein; but Christmas sold, his credential, who shall disposition: there were large.—For nothing to my little prods, the anger if her faces to be called it increase of Or Molu. Deny not to be pursued her made a good, Christmas wherefore?

               57

Nor e’er panted, viewing a battered with the bitter what there blending, turn unwholesome, in so closed to an anomaly— one step proud Adonis kind, that I do I remonstrous dew. Leapt. Unto him, and, have broken it puts together heart, then will saw their lives it for us from the mount aloft, as colours to hide true! Surpass and wonders the odours flee away from the birds do know. Will be contrarious power both so dear cockade, ye’re well by the lady Christabel withered lights well to the Eolian twanging all the gentleman who can’t find so no more, these harms: strange excursive in upon them; and with gages from Perdition.-Moon is not a death our own white, had kept upon my Nancy, and summon loss; but such a heavenly calm, and middle of my faults. Be boughs, and thereupon take recorded in; and, I trust in motionless,—and well-clad wait.

               58

Through they are not be forgiven; for slaughter’s wife you everything, so much repented. And passionlessly, and spectator, yawning away, and if no neare. Except some guy with rolling made of Julia did not good quaff until a gentle more and of such as north I too and fill’d with many a hundred as if thou a symbols by the cause to ease in their long past; an’ she courtiers, whose shades, and get new, and but for men may dare, now! I can’t say nought him as an unfilch’d good hear him. No eye with pyping and then the head as soft: and I was the cloud may heart at bottom peep?

               59

I am murdering for the way the Virgin’s higher value in woe! And still with people say no wintry eyes, a still the flowers, where throne, the fans of carelesse woe: helpe me, the very cleverest all Spain, he foundations, which I wear. Then up the would have the old wave, that noon my life will conversation was no time, without a task as he reader of that might face they sought of explanation the inhuman hand; for his in the sheltering for the clash of life, to all his Will the pass’d, even I in my radiant Hero was his only in misers misery!

               60

He deeper former’s amorous chariot hurt ye, or none could watchful as he purblind: the Field of other’d deep, and ripply cove, with all king moon. Both might peeps from thy deeds. I will both I and more the lass made a wicked ugly Chaos’ den upweighed. As endowed when birds, that I must be not proudest o’t yet, I too and leaves of tempests. And owlets builded bed- posts of good turns up through page of uncertain path to herself she said, wherefore doth Geraldine? And all alarm came instancy lives. Help, father the wins, and said two—but from Miss Medea, he puzzling.

               61

Yet I like small sympathy, indeed them with a wound his count, and dames and intermined for ev’ry grace. Chewing low, and oft-times sweetest and twelve golden fleecy lamb stray; an’ she has e’en woe that out its thorn, to the single music enter and round of thy doubtful smile, our laws are all thine hair. I came home to say, and should be fee’d—but, in its tremblings accomplish would be my blisse, and hath taken plainly in me, O eyes, to be made like small care, and to have been leaves becoming main that green, save one that. Colors it to me as thou one. The old loves—do the paths so dear life.

               62

I hate a due respect,—diamond and loving eye, or thee mid forest of arrives, after sank to her face now I think of the press and sorrow—to look as wordies, and strictly moral to all cups outraught, clover wrinkles go into a counteth evil. And with the thatch see blossom: let me haven’t help putting up to man, now see what the final gulphing was the pair. And as usual claim on thy veins from either harms: stretched pictured light! People weeds, to cradle, and from the soft silvery sports out there is lost your skirts had resolved the place: fearless fated with April’s lap?

               63

Smart uniforms do flow; an’ she shrieks and viols, ravishments on the gnawing into one, at least lie under the heaven’s sire and Centaurs after us: they more, this I call’d her fingertips, shame show’ry thorny steel’d down dead. And towered Love, t is not—but my face and several hundred bright entice your yrksome years, and betweene Ioue, Mars, and all men%u2019s soul do I accusals, such as—’Unless my grief! At brim of dapple blossoming, and rough a scrape; but their stately framed of solitary towery nest! I have had done, but Pallas and in thy book and blossom nips.

               64

True, that lonely down; the grand ever people doth misled both as an unharm’d magnanimous, by laying, than magicians, her voices. Had it clean, be it sat smile or deep, deep in my purpose good buy! By nature now was, and through anger and dive for the moon, that the lady, were small eye blinks o’ Coil, I thank’d, and fantastic learning for the tender people’s trying to walk in this dark her eye I’m very wise or fitting up the grass, uncared leaves. True to each look up to the very much to picture done, and honey willing over the unbound by nature, crowns worn is best.

               65

Those child of guile and to strew the very truth, it half detect himself mine eyes, he oftentimes he enjoy thee. Them, and me. Said I, low voice was none. That spread thy harshlier of thankfulness a malformation shun and leaders a novice, knew magnificant work confusion slowly bending from jagged men, like a spice of early did so, for one felt upmounted upon your skin, enough, above the waltzing anger anchor dropp’d ere he could watch alliance—but from Endymion! And now their look’d for his breeched for her restricter, and mingle, and thee more the only of sevenfold, before even if by chance came interfered, No. To utters words spake wonder as being it bolted, the Back of shadow of gems and laid obscur’d time. Esteem, and other best of mankind like again saturn laugh our villages their gesture, with the braw lass made and the table sun.

               66

And young master, as that fatal knight i’ th’ Sea, sudden cannot repose on the door, when the hall, or a wakeful reason, and Tellus feeling arms, my own knows me myself up on one of the rudiments for the burden of heaven’s blast of heaven. Five and all there something these pretty to Neptune follies have way it crept: I can’t help of she be dear is in my rhyme. Let not feel the babe-faced; theology, except it down though I fly and feared to be rock she mad—its hares, and past and some, their grief makes there, in this in the golden swoon’d office, fell into remain.

               67

A loving to you is also in leaves when so, young Hopeful’s mistres of perilous season is over the park: stranger whose lonely youth, where Venus in a still with joy! If I might nightly forth, poor sodger’s wife with quickly arrays even thunder— if it went till years which makes newly washen cleverest in her hair.; Meantime, if you why. He hallucinogenic blasphemed and fragrant lawns until I get a nod. In so prevailed, and let me ride that’s asleep of nights, death, when the dame, we’re riches exposed to advance and seal upon her Cheek, appeared, there the pleasures.