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chapter thirteen — midas’ touch

➝ this is the first time cassie has traveled to vienna. it's also the first time she's announced that she's pregnant to her child's co-parent's family. what can go wrong?

➝ word count: 5,2k

➝ warnings: mentions of child neglect and (probably) wrong austrian german

➝ author’s note: probably the funniest chapter me and ally wrote. i recommend reading with a translator close. btw, happy mother’s day to everyone, and, if you are like cassie, i send you all my love.

13 WEEKS

Your baby is about the size of a peach and has vocal cords, teeth and even fingerprints. You might actually be able to get through the day without nausea or feeling the need to nap.

Cassie was staring out the window of the car as Toto cruised through the streets of Vienna. She was enchanted as she watched the landscape. It was a perfect day. The sun was shining, with not a cloud in the sky. She hadn’t ever been to Vienna, but seeing it for the first time was breathtaking — even better than the pictures she’d seen online.

Just the drive from the airport had her completely in love with the city already. The tree-lined streets and the elegant old buildings made the city look like something from a storybook.

— You seem to like it here — a familiar voice said to Cassie’s left. Cassie turned her head to see Toto glancing at her with a smile before he turned his attention back to the road in front of him.

— It’s so nice — she replied, a shy smile on her face — Beautiful. Very different from the UK.

— By that, I assume you mean that it’s sunnier?

Cassie laughed.

— A bit, but we have some sunny days, too.

— Is there? I can’t remember the last one — he replied, laughing.

Cassie giggled and shook her head, looking back out the window. They were driving through some sort of shopping district, and she watched people walking down the sidewalk. There were a lot of parents, some pushing strollers, some walking hand-in-hand with their children, who were mostly wearing small backpacks. Cassie figured they were leaving school. A few months ago, seeing parents with their kids made her sad, but now, seeing it filled her with hope. After all, it would be her turn soon enough.

She placed a hand on her stomach and stroked the fabric of her black shirt with her thumb. She hadn’t started showing yet, and it meant that she was still having a hard time getting used to the idea of actually being pregnant. However, she was reminded of it every morning, when “the little brat”, as Cassie put it, announced its presence by making her take a trip to the toilet every morning, but it was worth it.

— Where is your apartment? — she asked, as Toto crossed a bridge over the Danube.

— It's in the Innere Stadt. It’s at the center of the city, and where a lot of the historic buildings and important landmarks are.

— Does your sister live there too?

— No, Liliana lives in Rossau, a neighborhood further north. It's close to where I went to school.

— That’s where we’re going tonight, right?

— Yes — Toto replied, stopping at a traffic light — We're going to have dinner at her house with her, her husband, their three children, and my mother.

Cassie hesitated for a few seconds.

— Are we going to tell your family about the baby? — she questioned.

— Yes, Cassie.

— But…what are we going to say?

— What do you mean?

— How are we going to explain… Our situation?

Toto sighed.

— Well, we have two options — he said — We can tell the truth, that we are friends, that we decided to have a child together, and that he or she will be born at the end of this year. Or we could say we got drunk, had sex without protection, and had a surprise a few weeks later.

Cassie clenched her jaw. The second scenario was pretty close to reality — they had sex without protection and had a surprise a few weeks later. It wasn’t as if it was unwelcome or unexpected, but Cassie never imagined fulfilling their plan in that particular way. Despite all of the passion of that night, and the fact that both of them enjoyed themselves, they agreed that it couldn’t happen again, even though Cassie secretly wanted it to.

— Which option do you think is preferable?

— Personally? I think the truth is always better. My sister knows we were going through an IVF process, so I think she’d be surprised if we told her the second option happened.

She looked at him, her eyes going wide.

— You told your sister?

— I told her that I had decided to become a father and that I would be going through an IVF process with someone that I trust a lot.

— And… What did she say?

Toto hesitated for a few seconds.

— Well, she asked a lot of questions about whether I was really committed to having a child with someone I wasn’t in a relationship with, and she asked a few questions about you. That’s all.

— That’s all? She didn't say anything else?

— No. Liliana knows that no matter what she or my mother says, it wouldn’t matter. She knows I don’t do things unless I’m completely sure about them.

Cassie swallowed hard. The idea of meeting Toto's family had always loomed in the back of her mind. It felt a bit daunting, especially considering that she was joining his family in an unconventional way. However, the situation seemed even more complex considering that he had only told his sister that they were having a child.

And now, she was going to be meeting the entire family all at once, where they would be announcing that not only had they decided to have a baby together, but that baby was now on the way. Cassie felt her stomach lurch.

— Will… I, at least, be able to talk to any of them?

— Yeah, Lili, her husband, and the kids all speak English.

— What about… your mother?

— Only if you know any Polish or German.

“Wonderful, another problem”, she thought. She would spend the entire night depending on Toto to communicate with his mother. Her apprehension must have been plain on her face, because Toto took her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

— Cassandra, don't worry — Toto said softly — It's going to be alright. They’re going to love you.

Staring at their joined hands, she felt the butterflies in her stomach grow.

— I hope so, Toto. I hope so.

He let go of her hand to shift gears, and then pointed to something on his left. It was an old brick building, with an archway decorated in some sort of mural.

— See that image of the woman, with the gold background?

— Yes.

— That's Minervabrunnen, a fountain dedicated to the Roman goddess Minerva, or…

— Athena — Cassie answered, smiling.

— Exactly.

— Can we go see it before we go back to the UK?

— Of course — he smiled. They drove for a few more minutes toward the apartment Toto stayed in while he was visiting Vienna. He turned right down a narrow street, and they passed some stores and cafes, sidewalks filled with people drinking coffees at tables with red umbrellas. They also passed an Australian-themed bar that reminded Cassie of Daniel Ricciardo. Finally, Toto turned into the entrance of an underground parking garage, finding a spot close to the elevator.

— We're here — he smiled.

They got out of the car and took their luggage out of the trunk. Toto insisted on carrying everything, even Cassie’s backpack with her laptop. She protested, telling him that she was just pregnant, not sick, and her backpack didn’t weigh much anyway, but it didn’t matter as Toto insisted.

They rode the elevator up to the street level and crossed a crosswalk into an elegant apartment building. The lobby was elegantly decorated, with a white marble floor. As they passed through to the elevator, Toto greeted the woman at the reception desk in German, and she returned a smile. Cassie stuck to a nod, unsure of how to say “good afternoon” in German.

As they stood in the elevator, they glanced at each other, a little shyly. It felt to Cassie like they were doing something they shouldn’t, not just arriving at Toto’s apartment. The elevator arrived at Toto’s floor, and Cassie followed him to his door. He unlocked it and stepped inside, gesturing for Cassie to step inside.

As she stepped inside, Cassie looked around. The apartment was spacious and well lit, with white walls and furniture. It was minimalist, with simple, clean lines. Most of the furniture was dark, with splashes of color from the large sofa and a few houseplants in simple pots. It was gorgeous, but felt a little cold and impersonal, like a hotel room or an apartment from an architectural photoshoot in a magazine.

— What do you think?

— Honestly? It’s too big.

Toto raised an eyebrow.

— You think so?

— Considering you barely spend any time here, it seems like a waste of money to have such a big place that you’re only in a few times a year.

He gave her a little smile, dropping the bags at the entrance to the apartment.

— The funny thing is, I downsized when I moved to Oxfordshire. I sold my old place, but staying in hotels when I came back home to visit was kind of strange, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to have a place in Vienna, too. Plus, my plan is to spend more time here once the baby is born.

Cassie raised an eyebrow.

— You told the lawyer you don’t intend to move.

— And I don't. But I think my family will want to be able to spend time with our little one — he replied, resting his hand on her belly. She never failed to get the most delightful little chills whenever he touched her like that — And we need a place to stay when we visit.

— Are you including me in that 'we’?

— Only if you want — he smiled — Come on, I'll show you to your room.

Toto showed Cassie to one of the bedrooms in the apartment, which was also very minimalist and impersonal. “At least the bed is comfortable”, she thought, as she sat down on the mattress, while he dropped her suitcases in a corner of the room. She hadn't brought much, she wasn’t going to be there long. They would be heading back to the UK after the race on Sunday.

— I'm going to make myself some coffee, do you want something?

She shook her head.

— No thank you, I think I'll just get some rest.

— No problem. If you need me, I'll be in the living room. Make yourself comfortable.

— Thanks — Cassie replied, a shy smile on her lips.

Toto smiled back at her and closed the door. Cassie let herself collapse onto the bed, letting out a sigh. Staring at the ceiling, Her mind began to travel, imagining the most different scenarios that could happen later than evening when she met his family, and each was more catastrophic than the last.

It would be a difficult night, to say the least.

A few hours later, they were standing in front of the door of his sister’s apartment, waiting for someone to answer. Cassie had chosen a light, summery sky-blue cotton dress with a floral print. At first, she wasn’t sure how it looked on her, even though she’d chosen it specifically because it would hide her belly, as small as it was. She changed her mind about it as soon as she saw the look on Toto’s face when she stepped into the living room. If his reaction was anything to go by, she must have looked stunning.

Cassie was pulled out of her thoughts when the door opened, revealing a small boy with light hair and dark eyes. He smiled at them as he pulled the door open.

— Gute Nacht, Onkel! Wie geht’s?

— Gute Nacht, Oskar, mir geht es gut und dir? — Toto replied, hugging the boy warmly — Du bist sehr gewachsen, seit ich dich das letzte Mal im Winter gesehen habe.

— Mir geht es gut. Mama denkt, dass ich nächstes Jahr so groß wie Erik sein werde — Oskar said, smiling. The little crinkle at the top of his nose made Cassie smile. They were similar to Toto's.

— Oskar, this is Cassie, my friend — he said, finally including her in the conversation — Cassie, this is Oskar, one of my nephews.

She reached out to shake the boy's hand.

— Nice to meet you, Oskar.

— Nice to meet you too, Cassie — the boy said, in English — Come in.

Liliana's family's apartment was also large, but it felt much cozier than Toto's, as if it were actually inhabited by a large family. There were pictures on the walls, shoes in the foyer, and the smell of something delicious cooking. It was nicely decorated, but still felt lived-in. It reminded her a bit of Stansted House, her childhood home.

It was where she grew up, where she was when she wasn’t away at school. She could still picture it clearly in her mind’s eye, even though she hadn’t been there in years. The walls were covered in paintings, most of them old portraits of ancestors she never bothered learning the names of. In the few happy moments of her childhood, she remembered playing games with her siblings in their playroom, the smell of fresh biscuits being baked by one of the housekeepers, and romping around the back garden with her sister, picking flowers and looking for frogs in the nearby pond.

They stepped inside and took their shoes off, and Oskar led them into the living room, where two other boys were sitting on the couch beside an older woman, and a middle-aged man sitting in a nearby armchair. As Toto stepped into the living room, the two boys jumped off the couch and ran into their uncle’s outstretched arms.

— Onkel! Du kamst! — they repeated, as they embraced him.

— Natürlich bin ich gekommen, habe ich nicht gesagt, dass ich es tun würde?

They laughed together, and Cassie could feel her heart fluttering as she watched Toto interact with his nephews. Then, she noticed that the older woman stood up with a smile on her face. She was wearing a flowy, long cotton dress, and her long gray hair was tied into an elegant bun at the base of her neck. “This must be his mother”, Cassie thought, as the woman approached Toto.

— Gute Nacht mein Sohn. Wie schön, dich wiederzusehen! — she said, before planting a kiss on his cheek — Wie geht’s?

— Mir geht es gut, Mama, ich arbeite hart.

— Ich kann es in deinem Gesicht sehen, meine Liebe. Sie brauchen diesen Sommer einen guten Urlaub — the woman said, reaching up to pinch Toto's cheek lightly.

— Kein Grund zur Sorge Mama, mir geht es gut — he said.

The woman turned to Cassie and shook her hand as she said something in German.

— Cassie, this is my mother, Joanna. — Toto said. He was distracted after a moment, though, as he turned to shake hands with the man who had also come forward to greet him. "And that must be Liliana's husband", Cassie thought.

— Guten abend, Franz.

As he greeted his brother-in-law, his sister appeared in the room, giving him a warm hug and kissing his cheek. The sight of them all together, smiling and hugging each other, made Cassie feel thrilled, but a bit sad, in a way. She had always wanted a loving family, one that would be happy to see her make a visit back home, one that treated her like someone worthy of affection and respect. When she was a child, she always imagined her parents hugging her and kissing her when she came home between school terms, telling her how much they loved her and missed her while she was gone.

But, she never heard it, and knew she never would.

They weren’t overly affectionate or attentive as parents to any of their children, but Cassie was treated far differently than her siblings, however, and it had only gotten worse as she grew up. By the time she finished year 9, they treated her like an uninvited guest whenever she came home on the school holidays, and she usually opted to spend most of her time at Sybil’s house instead.

Her own childhood was filled with trauma and neglect, and she was resolved to not let her own child know what that felt like. She was determined to make sure her child knew that Cassie loved them more than anything, and would do anything to make them feel that love every day. Her child would never have to run away to an aunt’s house to spend Christmas with someone who looked at her with an expression other than contempt. They would be happy.

— Nun, da Sie alle hier sind, möchte ich Ihnen jemanden vorstellen — Toto said — Das ist Cassandra, oder besser Cassie.

Cassie noticed that the entire family was looking at her with a certain curiosity. Unsure of what else to do, she held up her hand and shyly waved.

— Hello — she said, her voice quiet.

— Ist sie deine Freundin, Onkel? — the smaller boy, who she assumed was Bjorn, asked, making everyone laugh and Toto blush a little.

— Nein, sie ist nicht meine Freundin. Sie ist eine großartige Freundin von mir. Eine Person, der ich sehr vertraue.

Franz was the first to step forward and give her a generous handshake.

— Schön dich kennenzulernen, Cassie — he said.

— Sie spricht kein Deutsch, Franz.

— Oh, I’m sorry. Nice to meet you, Cassie. I'm Franz, I’m Liliana’s husband.

— Nice to meet you too.

Toto's nephews greeted her, and Joanna commented, through Toto, that Cassie was a beautiful woman. Finally, Liliana approached. Her expression was serious.

— Nice to meet you, Cassie — she said, in a strange, rather cold tone — Toto has told me a lot about you.

After the proper introductions were made, Liliana beckoned everyone to the dining table. Toto had asked her not to serve anything fancy, but the meal looked delicious. She prepared what Toto said was Schweinsbraten, some sort of pork roast with gravy and carrots. There were also potato dumplings, rolls, and some sort of red cabbage slaw.

The food was incredible. It almost reminded Cassie of a Sunday roast dinner. As they ate, Toto’s mother asked Cassie questions about herself, with Toto serving as a translator. However, the mood at the table completely changed when she asked a specific question.

— Toto, Liebling, frag Cassie, ob sie Kinder hat.

Toto looked at Cassie, a flash of nervousness coming to his face before he looked back at his mother..

— Nun, zu diesem Thema, Mama — he began, setting his cutlery on his plate — Ich bin gekommen, um mit Ihnen allen, genauer gesagt mit Ihnen, darüber zu sprechen.

— Über Kinder?

— Ja — he replied, taking a deep breath — Ich habe Cassie zu Ihnen gebracht, weil wir nicht nur gute Freunde sind, sondern uns gemeinsam entschlossen haben, uns den Traum zu erfüllen, Eltern zu werden.

— Aber wie?

— Wir beschlossen, zusammenzukommen und ein Kind als Freunde zu bekommen. Wir werden ihn zusammen großziehen, aber ohne romantische Beteiligung.

— Und wie willst du ein Kind haben — Joanna said, glancing at her three grandchildren. None of the boys seemed to be interested in their food at the moment — Ohne romantische Beteiligung?

— Künstliche Befruchtung — Liliana muttered. Her mother looked at her, shocked.

— Warte, lass mich das klarstellen, Torger — Joanna said. Her voice sounded irritated — Willst du mir nur sagen, dass du eines Tages aufgewacht bist, beschlossen hast, Vater zu werden, deine Freundin gefragt hast, ob sie es akzeptieren würde, und das war's? Wirst du so ein Kind haben, ohne Beteiligung, ohne Zuneigung, nicht einmal Sex?

— Papa, was ist Sex? — she heard Bjorn ask Franz, who shushed him.

— So war es nicht, Mama. Es war eine Entscheidung, die nach langem Nachdenken von beiden Seiten und mit großer Reife und Ruhe getroffen wurde — Toto replied.

— Du musst verrückt geworden sein — Joanna muttered, shaking her head.

— An welchem Punkt befinden Sie sich in der Behandlung? — Liliana asked. The look on her face was stern and serious. Toto looked at her for a few seconds, in silence. It was all it took for her to put her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide — Du…

— Ich bin mit Cassie hergekommen, um Ihnen zu sagen, dass wir später in diesem Jahr ein Kind erwarten.

— Was? — Joanna exclaimed, pointing at Cassie — Ist sie schwanger?

— Ja, Mama. Cassie ist schwanger — Toto said, taking Cassie's hand — Ich werde dir endlich einen Enkel schenken.

Joanna was too shocked to speak. She set her silverware down and got up without a word, turned on her heel and walked out of the dining room. Liliana was staring at her plate, also speechless. Franz, on the other hand, looked at Cassie with an expression that she knew well. It was the look Sybil always had when Cassie would show up on her doorstep, talking about one of Albert’s violent outbursts.

It was a look of pity.

Toto got up and followed his mother, calling out her name.

Liliana then lifted her face and looked at Cassie.

— Are you really pregnant?

— Yes — she murmured.

— How far along are you?

— Around 13 weeks.

Cassie pursed her lips. In the next room, she could hear Toto's voice arguing with his mother in rapid German.

— Sie wurde durch die Behandlung nicht schwanger, Mama! Die Behandlung schlug nicht an, wir waren verärgert und schliefen miteinander. Wir haben nicht damit gerechnet, dass sie schwanger wird, aber sie wurde schwanger und wir sind glücklich, Mama.

— Das ist nicht das Problem, Torger!

— Und was ist dann los, Mama?

— Das Problem ist, dass Sie sich weigern, seit dem, was mit Julia passiert ist, eine Beziehung zu haben.

— Mama…

— Ich verstehe, dass du Julia geliebt hast und dass du gehofft hast, sie zu heiraten und Kinder mit ihr zu haben. Ich habe auch erwartet, dass ihr zusammen seid, aber es sollte nicht sein. Und jetzt haben Sie eine neue Gelegenheit, mit einer schönen, intelligenten und wirklich liebenswerten Frau glücklich zu sein, und Sie sagen mir, dass Sie ein Baby als Freunde bekommen werden?

— Mama, Julia ist Vergangenheit…

— Es scheint nicht so, wenn man bedenkt, dass Sie eine schwangere Frau mit zum Abendessen mitgebracht haben und sich einfach weigern, ihr einen Platz in Ihrem Herzen zu geben.

Nobody at the table said anything. Cassie’s heart pounding inside her chest, a knot forming in her throat.

— Cassie hat einen Platz in meinem Herzen, Mama — Toto said, in a careful tone.

— Es ist nicht der Platz, den sie verdient, und das weißt du. Ich sehe in ihren Augen, dass sie anders ist.

— Natürlich ist sie anders, sie wird die Mutter meines Kindes!

She heard Joanna give a sarcastic laugh.

— Du solltest deinen Gefühlen vertrauen und das Richtige tun, nur dieses eine Mal. Du erinnerst dich daran, was passiert ist, als du sie das letzte Mal ignoriert hast.

— Was ist passiert?

— Julia löste ihre Verlobung mit dir.

As moments passed, with nobody saying anything and the sound of the argument echoing through the apartment, Cassie started to feel suffocated.

— Mein Sohn, sei ehrlich zu dieser Frau. Sei ehrlich zu dir selbst. Geben Sie diesem Kind die Familie, die es verdient.

— Ich muss nicht in einer romantischen Beziehung sein, um eine Familie zu haben, Mama. Und ich gehe nicht nur wegen meines Sohnes in eine. Ich möchte ihn nicht unter Druck setzen.

— Es gibt keinen Druck, für einen Sohn zusammenzukommen, Torger.

— Weil du nicht weißt, wie es ist, die Einzige zu sein, die deine Eltern zusammenhält, oder, Mama? Aber ich weiß. Und Lili weiß es auch.

Whatever Toto had just said to his mother, it made Liliana quietly gasp and turn her head towards Cassie, her expression turning to shock.

— Excuse me — Cassie said, setting her napkin down and swiftly leaving the table. She ran toward the bathroom and closed the door. She leaned against the wall and sank down to the floor. After a few sniffles from trying not to cry, she could feel tears running down her cheeks.

She was tired, angry, and sad, all at once. It briefly occurred to her that the pregnancy hormones may have been causing her to feel everything so intensely, but it didn’t matter. She wanted to defend herself against whatever Toto's mother was saying about her, but she didn’t know what that was. She didn’t understand what was happening.

She put her hands on her stomach as the sound of her sniffles bounced off of the tiles. She felt like King Midas, only in reverse. Everything she touched was destroyed, even the happiest of families. She wondered why she seemingly wasn’t allowed to be happy. In that moment, she felt like she always left misery in her wake. She didn’t fit into her own family, why should she have expected to fit into this one? Why was she trying to have her own family, if she made everyone else miserable? Would she make her own child miserable, someone else to be unhappy with her?

She was so focused on ruminating over her own misery that she didn't notice the bathroom door open, or Toto sitting down in front of her, until he took her face in his hands.

— Cassandra — he said softly, running his thumbs over the tears trailing down her cheeks.

— I fucked everything up — she said — I'm a fucking disaster.

— No, Cassie, you didn’t…

— Your mother hates me, doesn't she? Your sister hates me. They hate me because I wanted to have a child and dragged you into it.

— Cassie, please…

— I didn’t come here to destroy your perfect family. I was so nervous about meeting them because of this. I destroyed my own family growing up, my dad always said that I was difficult and that I was a disappointment, and that I caused every problem they had. I didn’t mean to cause problems for you, I didn’t, I didn’t —

— My angel, look at me — Toto said, his voice still soft.

She looked up into his eyes as she tried to blink the tears out of hers.

— It's okay. My mom doesn't hate you. Neither does my sister. They just thought the idea was a little crazy, but I explained everything. They're not mad, just… Surprised.

— They sounded… And looked angry.

— I think German can sound a bit… Aggressive if you don’t know the language. — he said, stroking her cheek gently with his thumb — It’s all of the short, rough sounds. Even saying “I love you”.

She stared at him in silence for a few seconds. Uncertainty must have been clear on Cassie's face, because Toto pulled her into a hug, one hand sliding through her hair, stroking the back of her head in an effort to calm her down. With her head nestled in the crook of his neck, she felt strangely safe there.

— Was ist passiert? Ist Cassie gut? — she heard a female voice ask through the door. Toto released Cassie from his embrace and opened the door. Cassie saw Liliana and Joanna standing in the doorway, looking at her with worried expressions on their faces.

— Ihr geht es gut, Mom, sie ist nur ein bisschen deprimiert wegen der ganzen Situation — Toto replied — Cassie hoffte, dass deine Reaktion nicht so negativ war.

Joanna came into the bathroom and stood in front of Cassie, placing her hands on Cassie’s shoulders. They didn’t have any languages in common with which to speak to each other, but the look on her face didn't need translation.

— Können Sie ihr sagen, dass wir nicht sauer auf sie sind? Dass wir eigentlich sehr glücklich über die Nachricht sind? Wir waren nur überrascht, das ist alles.

— My mother asked me to tell you that neither she nor Lili are mad at you, Cassie. They were surprised, but they are very happy.

Cassie looked at Joanna, who was smiling.

— Sorry for the inconvenience, Mrs. Wolff. It's just — Cassie hesitated for a few seconds — My family used to say I used to make things difficult for them, and your reaction to the news made me think I might have made things difficult for you, as well.

Toto pursed his lips before translating for Joanna, who brought her free hand to Cassie’s face.

— Du hast es nicht vermasselt, Cassie. Sie und dieses Kind sind die fehlenden Teile, um diese Familie zu vervollständigen. Und wir alle lieben euch beide jetzt schon.

— She said you didn't make things difficult, Cassie — Toto translated, the shadow of a smile on his face — That you and our child were the missing pieces of our family…

She looked at Toto, who seemed to be hesitating.

— Anything else? — Cassie asked.

— Yes. She said… We all love you both already.

Cassie smiled as her chest filled with warmth.

— Sagen Sie ihr, wir gehen ins Wohnzimmer, um mehr über all das zu reden. Ich möchte mehr über meinen Enkel erfahren.

— Come on, let's go to the living room. She said she wants to hear all about the baby — Toto said, taking Cassie's hand and leading her into the living room.

Toto had her sit on the sofa, and Franz brought her a glass of water. She showed Joanna and Liliana the ultrasound photos on her phone and they talked excitedly about the new addition, Cassie started feeling much better. She felt more comfortable as the night went on, getting generous hugs and kisses on her cheek as she and Toto left to go back to his apartment.

They didn’t say much to each other as they walked back in to Toto’s flat, which bothered Cassie a bit. It felt like there was a lot to discuss right now, especially after the situation at dinner, but she was glad that Joanna had warmed up to her by the time the night ended, and considered things settled for the time being.

— I’m going to go take a shower and get ready for bed — Cassie said, as they stepped into Toto’s living room. She turned to walk down the hallway

— Cassie — Toto said behind her

— Yes? — she turned, a little hesitantly.

He had his hands stuffed into the pockets of his chinos, his expression serious.

— In the bathroom, you said something that bothered me a little.

— What?

— You said you didn't want to destroy my perfect family.

Cassie looked down at her feet, swallowing hard.

— I mean, I don’t… — she murmured.

— The problem is, my family isn't perfect. In fact, we are far from perfect.

— But, you all seemed so happy together today.

— Yes, today. But it wasn't always this way, Cassie — he replied, approaching her — When I was growing up, a lot of things were difficult between my mom and I, especially after my parents' divorce and with the advance of my father's illness and it strained our relationship as mother and son a lot.

Cassie felt something tighten in her throat.

— We argued, we fought, we’d go weeks without speaking to each other. In the end, we had to figure out how to get along, because we only had each other. We've done a lot of work to get this far.

Toto gently took Cassie’s hand.

— When I say that you will not destroy my family, it is because we are already prepared for adversity and challenges. We're strong, just like you are — Toto said, reaching up to tuck a loose strand of Cassie’s hair behind her ear — And… We all love you just the way you are. You and our child. We love you.

Cassie pursed her lips, thinking about what he was saying. She couldn't even remember the last time someone had said they loved her, but hearing Toto say it, even in such an indirect way, made her feel like her heart could explode with joy at any moment.

She knew what she wanted to say in response, but she wasn’t sure if she could manage it, so she hugged him instead.

“We love you too”, Cassie thought.

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lactodebillus-bulgaricus · 10 months ago

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Onoghur (Hetalia OC)

finally, she's done :D :D :D

(and yeah, I decided to keep the eminem reference :D I also added references to bulgar culture, such as khan Kubrat's seal and the IYI symbol, I wonder what kind of rap she'd make)

character info under the cut

onoghur

lived in the early medieval times, most likely was born before that

an oghur turkic tribe, name means ten tribes

onoghurs were nomads who lived in yurts. they were warriors, hunters, fishers and animal herders. also, they were famous for marten skin trade

was born somewhere in the western steppe, perhaps the lands of modern-day kazakhstan, doesn't remember where

might have been a part of the tiele confederation

doesn't remember having any parents, has two brothers, saraghur and oghur

lost contact with her brothers after they separated in the 5th century, each of them seeking a better life, they never met again

she cared about them and was attached to them. after this, she never wanted to be emotionally close to anyone, friends (avar), her husband bulgar, or even her kids (volga bulgaria, danube bulgaria, the kid representing kuber's bulgars, the kid representing alcek's bulgars)

married bulgar in the 7th century, creating a confederation called old great bulgaria, also known as patria onoghuria

the fact that her people traded with marten skin shows that onoghurs lived near forests and had contact with finno-ugric tribes, so perhaps she knew hungary's father, magyar (who, interestingly, was influenced by oghuric peoples)

if she was a part of the tiele confederation, then there's a chance she knew oghuz (turkey's ancestor) when they were kids, they probably don't remember each other though

admired avar (she even feared him a bit before they met) and became friends with him

a warrior, headstrong and freedom-loving, would never submit (her husband was similar)

also pragmatic, cool, confident, not very talkative or enthusiastic, a bit distant, easygoing, kinda smug (can find a reason to look down on anyone if she wants to), a bit thoughtful

likes to banter

genuine, honest, thinks lying is for weaklings and cowards

maybe her mbti type could be ISTP and her enneagram and tritype could be 8w9 854 sp/sx

then she married bulgar and they had kids. and khazar attacked them. if they didn't have any kids, they'd probably fight to the death.

bulgar submitted to khazar so he could give her and the kids time to escape. the kids needed her, she couldn't go and fight alongside her husband. bulgar became a soldier under khazar's rule, bleeding in wars that aren't his, just so his wife and children could live unbothered.

she, together with two of the children, went to avar's place. in the chaos, another one of the kids ended up being taken to the lower danube and another one was taken to middle volga.

at avar's place, kuber took a group of bulgars (represented by one of her kids) to the bitola field in modern-day macedonia and alcek took another group (represented by the other kid) to italy

she and avar survived until magyar and his little kid came. by that point, they were terminally ill due to their people being in a process of assimilation with the locals. they died peacefully.

her living her final days in pannonia perhaps caused a confusion between her and magyar's kid. like why do so many nations refer to magyar's daughter with a distorted version of her name - hungary, when said daugher calls herself magyar, just like her dad? :D in the 10th century, hungarians would call bulgarians nándor, which itself is derived from onoghur

#hetalia oc #hetalia #hws onoghur

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Danube River Cruise, Part 3. Budapest for 2 days prior to the ship.

We survived the train ride to Budapest. The ride from Wein had a homeless woman latch on to us. She tried to ride the first class car with us, even though she did not have a ticket. They threw her off the car at the next station. Nancy and I had a 6 seat compartment to our selves. At least these seats reclined enough we could sleep for a few hours. Above is Nancy at the Keleti train station in Budapest. We thought the hotel was a 5 minute walk away. Except there are two train stations in Budapest, this was not the close one. Today’s technology gave us a map with walking times on Nancy’s phone. So for 23 Euros we put our lives in the hands of a maniac taxi driver. We at least learned look way, way down the road before crossing as a pedestrian. I believe he may have been a retired Formula One driver.

Took this photo to recognize our street corner on the way back. Downtown Pest is very ornate and rather beautiful. Did you catch the fact that this is “Pest” and not “Budapest.” Turns out “Buda” is the other side of the Danube. They are referred to as one word “Budapest”, but they actually started out as two different cities. It is pronounced, “Buda-Pesh.”

Our hotel is a 5 minute walk to St. Stephen’s Cathedral. Here we hoped on the “Hop-on-hop-off” bus. A great way of riding around the city for an hour and getting acquainted with what is where. We bought the 24 hour pass.

Kunsthalle Hall of Art across from Hero’s Square.

Just a small part of Hero's Square. You just cant get it all in the picture.

This is a beautiful eclectic Castle/Church/Museum called, Vadjahunyad behind Hero’s Square. They purposefully incorporated several different castles from Europe into this one structure. It actually worked out very well.

Here we are crossing a symbolic mote and approaching the main gate. Cypress tree on the right is turning colors with a vendor in front of it selling Hungarian red wine and pretzels. A small charcoal fire was under the pot of red wine.

Jaki Chapel inside the Castle grounds.

Statue of “Anonymvs.” The statue of the hooded figure opposite Vajdahunyad Castle is that of Anonymous, the unknown chronicler at the court of King Béla III (r 1172–96) who wrote a history of the early Magyars. Note the pen with the shiny tip in his hand; writers (both real and aspirant) stroke it for inspiration.

Monument to George Washington. Very strong relations between the two countries for decades.

Desert and Hungarian Coffee at the famous New York Cave Budapest. Voted the most beautiful cafe in the world. Very rich coffee with honey, cream on top and a few raisins sprinkled on top of the cream.

This is inside the cafe. It could be a palace. Always a line outside.

The New York Cafe.

We took the hop-on bus over to Buda on the west bank and explored the Turkish Bath house.

Statue at the far end of the Gellert bath. You can buy slippers and are required to use a bathing cap.

More of the Gellert Bath hall. About 8 different bath houses. One had a two story bath with it opening to the sky on a street corner.

On top of the Citadel with the horse ring in the building behind the statue.

Beautiful statues outside the museum on top of the Citadel.

Entrance to the courtyard of the Museum.

View looking North East across the Danube with the “Chain Bridge” in the foreground and Parliament left of center.

The funicular car climbing the hill. We were crossing a bridge above it halfway to the top.

We took the hop on bus early the next morning while we could get to places we couldn’t easily walk. We jumped off in Buda and explored this 18th century baroque church.

This is the opera house lobby.

This is the front of the opera house where the less worthy people entered. The elite used the side door.

This is Nancy in the underground train station for the Opera house.

#seabreeze2022 #seabreeze2023 #seabreeze2024

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Day 9 - 14 September - Belgrade

We got up and went to the train station to book our sleeper train to Montenegro on Sunday night, however lots of the streets were closed by the police and there were armoured vehicles and police dogs around which was slightly intimidating. We did manage to get to the station and then book the train, (we initially thought we had got a private cabin but the lady had booked us on the Saturday train and there were only couchettes for Sunday, however this will hopefully be better than the night bus or sleeping on across 3 seats like our last night train).

We then went and spent the most opulent £16.90 I’ve ever spent at breakfast at this bib gourmand restaurant. It was a modern take on Balkan food and I had this polenta portage with blue cheese and mushrooms and Nin had cold oatmeal with every nice fruit under the sun on it. Considering we had that and 4 coffees, I couldn’t believe the price!

The breakfast was quite heavy so we went home to chill for a bit and then went on another excellent free walking tour. The guide was a very dry woman (i think called Ivana) who spoke through lots of different things, such as the three main architectural styles of Belgrade; Habsburg (very much friends of the blog at this point), brutalist, modern (she really did not like the modern stuff). We walked down the street our apartment is on, and then into the more hipster part of town that during the time when organised crime most ran the country in the early 00s was called silicone valley because of the breast implants of the mob wives who went to the clubs there. This is also where the oldest families in Belgrade live in, as there are very few people whose families have lived continuously in Belgrade for generations (apparently the city empties on orthodox holidays as everyone goes back to their village or town).

Although Belgrade was very Ottoman for hundreds of years, almost nothing of this architecture remains bar a couple of houses. She spoke through the Serbo/Croat language and the fact that it has two scripts (Cyrillic and Latin) because when Serbia and the rest of Yugoslavia merged Serbia used Cyrillic and Slovenia/Croatia used Latin and since the languages are the same, both scripts are usable.

We went to Belgrade castle which is absolutely massive and has an amazing view down onto the confluence of the Sava and Danube rivers. The tour finished in the orthodox cathedral where there was a wedding on. Serbian weddings seem to be soundtracked by gypsy brass bands who seranade the bride as she enters the church. It was fun and very over the top.

Our tour guide was interesting, on one hand, she was very liberal in her views and spoke a lot about government corruption and hoping all the things from the Yugoslav wars were behind the region. On the other hand she was very clearly Serbian in of her outlook, she crossed herself going into the cathedral, she preferred the Cyrillic script to the Latin, and was very proud of her Serbianness (if thats a word). Her explanation of the place of rakija in Serb culture was really interesting and heartfelt. I think that sometimes there is an assumption people in the east of Europe want to be like people in the west of Europe, but that that view I think is lazy and quite condescending (even if we can all stray into it) and that there are loads of ways to be a good person and be a good society. And nice liberal people from metropole cities in Western Europe don’t have a monopoly on a good life and we have lots of faults and blind spots that we don’t often interrogate.

After the tour we went to a grill called GrillRepublik which had 4.9 stars on google (‘unheard of’ Nina Jones) they were playing the Liverpool game which was nice I hadn’t watched any football since the season started. The food was so good we both had burgers with kajmak on it which is a Balkan cream thing that is half way between butter and clotted cream. It was delicious but I think dangerous to have on meat like that. My burger came with cabbage and I got a shopska salad, Nin had onions and a slightly different salad. The bread we had was also very fresh and airy. This was supposed to be a little snack so we got the small burger, but it was so big we could just about finish it!

After food, we went home and chilled out for a bit and then went to this fun bar for a couple of drinks (it was Saturday night after all), however we were both quite tired and so we left and went for a little walk and then went back to our apartment, I published my blog from Sarajevo and we did some planning and got a relatively early night.

What we ate - Iva New Balkan Cuisine, GrillRepublik

What we liked - My polenta thing got quite heavy after a while so i think the grill was the best thing of the day.

Day 10 - 15 September - Belgrade > Bar

We were planning to go for a run before we checked out but it was absolutely lashing when we work up so we just had a coffee in the flat and packed. When we left we went to do laundry in a laundrette, which was needed as we hadn’t done any washing since Zagreb! There were lots of tourists there trying to wash (or dry) their stuff. Walking there had been a bit of a mission and I am very thankful for the waterproof cover for my bag!

We then went and stored our stuff in a luggage storage and looked for place for lunch, we found this very classic boogie coffee shop/brunch place. I had this french omelette with mushrooms which was amazing, I think I said it was one of the best omelettes id ever had, not sure if that was hyperbole or not but it was good! It was probably one of the most expensive meals we had had since Slovenia (about £33) but the space was very nice and the food was good!

After that we failed at getting a bus to the Museum of Yugoslavia, so in the end got a taxi. It is quite a random museum, and mainly houses The Big Man’s (Tito’s) mausoleum and then a museum bit that seems only there to house the presents that he got from other world leaders, among some other things about the formation of Yugoslavia. The most numerous thing in the museum was relay batons from Youth Day celebrations over the years, my main thought was that I just want someone to love me like Tito loves relay batons.

After the museum, we walked to St. Sava’s temple which is the second biggest Orthodox Church in the world. It was pretty amazing and I think had been restored quite recently and was latterly shining gold. The pictures I took do not do it justice. They were also piping in some sick plainchant music which added to the atmosphere.

We then walked back into town (the other two places had been a bit out of town) via a Boots/Superdrug type shop, which in the rain and after being in lots of cites that id never been to before felt strangely comforting (something about the lighting and familiarity), even though we didn’t get anything. We went to the National Museum of Serbia, which is mainly an art gallery with some early artefacts on the second floor. The art was pretty good, would have liked a bit more socialist realism, but there was some great stuff there (it was free and in the main square too!)

We then went to a Vietnamese (Asian fusion really) that was in the bib gourmand but was really just fine, I think in London we are spoiled it’s Pho Mile. We then got our bags and got a taxi to the station. The driver said he hoped Putin sent nuclear bombs on the UK as he showed us a building that had been destroyed in nato bombing (good thing I said we were Irish).

I enjoyed Belgrade much more than I expected to, particularly after being in Sarajevo and Republika Srpska, and reading and hearing about how the Serb Government is acting and its close relationship to Russia. I guess it is true that most people are generally friendly and welcoming and that politics generally sits above individual interactions with people. It also feels like Belgrade is pretty liberal (particularly the places we went), and I doubt the rest of the country is quite like that. Our taxi driver slightly shattered that assumption, but looking at his age, he could well have been in the Yugoslav army at the time of the wars, and what would an experience like that do to someone. It takes lots of courage and self reflection to go against the view of an institution you are part of, particularly if you hear of atrocities committed by the other side (real or not), and NATO are bombing your country. The graffiti below is from the main square in Belgrade, written in English with stencils of Radovan Karadžić beside it, even with all the perceived liberalism in Belgrade, this politics is impossible to ignore.

We were very early for our train and when it came we were both top bunks in a couchette. We have definitely got our night travel better and a night train is definitely preferable to night bus. The guy in the bunk below me snored quite a lot and my noise cancelling headphones ran out of battery at about 1am! I think I slept a bit and am definitely not as tired as after the bus. At about 8am I woke up and went to look out the window, the train we were on is famously very beautiful and it was a very nice view to wake up to, first the mountains then Skroder lake! We are now in a coffee shop in Bar waiting for our check in at 2 to our hotel down the coast. The weather is much nicer here so let’s hope it stays that way!

What we ate - June cafe, Istok

What we liked - June was nice, Istok i would say is overrated but wasn’t bad.

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professionalnooneatall · 3 months ago

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Pioneering International Hospital DeMystifiying Vampire Health

BUDAPEST, Hungary — "Honestly, picking the name was the hardest part!" said Dr. Wilhelmina Van Helsing.

She has a stately office that looks into the lobby of Voivode Vlad III Hospital and Hospice which doesn't have a lot of natural light as many members of the vampire community have mild to severe sunlight allergies.

Of course, the locals generally refer to the place as "Dracula's Hospital."

Old habits. You can see the Danube from the roof, but it's not close to any of the iconic views of the city and the building itself is aggressively modern with an exterior mezzanine surrounding the entire structure where most of the offices are located. At the main entrance, there is a statue of the buildings name sake with an inscription in Hungarian: "Végre meglátom a Napot a családommal." "At last, I see the sun, with my family." Who that family is, is often debated but many, many people make the claim.

When Voivode Vlad III Dracula of Wallachia died, there was a massive weeklong funeral, but also a celebration, of his life and achievements.

His lasting contributions to medical sciences saved millions of lives across many communities but superstitions and religious factions insisted he was still alive and conspiracy theories abounded.

When I bring up conspiracy theories, of course, Van Helsing couldn't hide her disgust. Like her great-grandfather, she has a strong jawline of the Van Helsing's but there is a softness in her eyes from the Harker side of the family.

"Vampires are not magical beings, they have regular lifespans and they can take two the three times as long to die of old of age, certainly, but they do die. All human bodies grow old, and wear and tear is par for the course." She said.

"Vampires believing themselves to be immortal has actually been the worst thing for the vampire community itself," she said.

We are walking toward the dining hall as she speaks and as it is daytime, the overall activity level of the hospital is very low.

The daytime staff is largely human as well and during the day shift the dining hall serves more human food, from pan-European, Asian and Middle-Eastern delicacies to more standard western fare like burgers and fries.

It is, after all, an international institution.

There are also blood packs being stocked in refrigerated units in a circular formation at the center of dining hall.

"While vampires are stronger, and more durable than people to a certain extent, they can still get many diseases humans get and in some regards, those diseases are far worse for vampires. Respiratory diseases, such as Covid, have permanent consequences for vampires, especially unvaccinated vampires."

Van Helsing spear-headed studies of vampire physiology with the same vigor as the COVID-19 vaccine development. Her initial theory - that turned out to be entirely correct - is because vampires' entire diet consists primarily of blood and water - though it should be supplemented with electrolytes - their repository functionality is actually their most critical physiological need, followed closely by kidney and liver function which are more robust than humans in the baseline, but if impeded by disease a vampire can become weaker than a baseline human and yes, die.

Much like many people subject to the evils of white supremacy, vampire populations were subjugated, murdered, and even experimented on in some cases.

Biologically, vampire genetics have only recently been studied and the human genome project revealed them to be more human than anything else.

This discovery was not without controversy.

Nore was Van Helsing herself.

"That goddamned novel," she grimaced as she bit into a precariously stuffed hoagie and continued to speak around the food. "It kills me because Stoker was a big friend of the family and he wrote it as kind of a joke!"

A brown sauce drips down her chin as finishes chewing and swallows.

"As in satire?" I asked.

"I couldn't say; I only heard about him Gradad Vlad but he never said anything bad about him," she said. "It seemed like he missed him and he'd outlived so many people by the end he was just very melancholy,"

Vampire's greater durability and longer lives contribute to what is currently decimating the oldest generation of the vampire community: suicide.

Dr. Mahmood Ibn DuPris, a psychologist specializing in meta-human mental health has many concerns about the vampire community that suicide is chief among them.

DuPris has a calm, soothing demeanor but there is an undercurrent of intensity there because his first job was with the United States Veterans Administration. He is noticeably thin, in a very stately cardigan and button-down that gives him a college professor vibe.

"The whole idea of vampires being monsters and murderers is, of course, false," he said over tea in his office.

"A vampire can thrive on almost any kind of blood from any living thing on earth," he said. "It's a volume issue and it's actually good for vampires, mentally and physically, to have a good variety."

Mammals have hemoglobin, but there are also hemocyanin, erythrocruorin-chlorocruorin, and hemerythrin, the four major classes of respiratory fluids.

"If it bleeds, you should eat it," DuPris said, making reference to an Arnold Schwarzenegger film from the 1980s but also quoting a Vampire Nutrional Health poster I saw in a few languages around the facility.

What is an obscure reference to many today, it is actually a good way to reach the most recent generation of vampires because two counterculture movements - punk rock and goth - saw the vampire population explode around the world.

"Most importantly," Dr. Van Helsing said, "That taught us all that vampires are not a contagion. It's an inherited trait and 'half vampires' don't exist."

This took me by surprise and Van Helsing explained further, but the first thing she made clear is that all DNA exists in all humans. Van Helsing's team - none of whom wished to be identified specifically - pointed to the possibility of heteropaternal superfecundation, which, in very rare cases can create a pair of twins with two different skin tones but identical features.

With vampires, the gene to make them a vampire can be carried by either parent, and if one parent is a vampire the chance of having a vampire child initially is only fifty percent. After that? The chance actually appears to go down.

However, if both parents are vampires, which became common in the 70's and 80's, then it's seventy-five percent for every child.

This is the revolutionary aspect of their research because vampire families were often extremely subdued about their biological needs.

Those mostly vampire families are among the strongest, but even so parents would often outlive non-vampire children, which is psychologically taxing. Siblings outliving siblings that are the same age is also common and another stressor for vampires.

Then all their human acquaintances, spouses, and fellow service members should a vampire choose to - and be allowed to - serve in their country's military. "The military suicide rate is dreadfully high," said Du Pris. "Add being a vampire and the GWOT [Global War on Terror - ed] generation? One is too many, as we say, but 20% is a bloody health crisis." While the average vampiric nutritional need is roughly three and a half pints of any respiratory fluids - about 2275 calories - the most common method for vampires to attempt suicide is sunlight. Sunlight doesn't turn vampires into dust. They do burn badly and far quicker than a human exposed to a desert sun, but it is not fast enough for most vampires to change their minds and seek medical attention. This is why, initially, the ER at Voivode Vlad III Hospital and Hospice was the busiest from sunrise to sunset for six months. To recover from prolonged sunlight exposure it takes, in addition to painkillers, ten to fifteen pints - 6500 to 9750 - of blood directly fed to them to prevent permanent damage and to ensure no increase in long-term susceptibility to cancer. Vampires are exceptionally susceptible to cancer to begin with. "And we will find out why," said Van Helsing. "What is good for vampires is good for everyone in nearly every sense."

#Fiction From Tumblr #Vampires #News Format #News Features #Fictional News pieces #No this isn't real #C'mon #Blindsight #Blindsight but with compassion #I mean it's really only very partially inspired by Blindsight

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art-noise-fine-sounds-blog-blog · 1 year ago

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concrete pillars Urban nature and a tiny piece of street-art underneath the road in praterpark Wien or Vienna with still sirup-like water by Danny Hennesy Via Flickr: I lived on Landstrasse or to narrow it down on the main street in the Lanstrasse district in Vienna named Landstrasser Hauptstrasse or Landstraßer Hauptstraße if you want to use the double s letter of german language that is I lived quite close to the Prater park the best and and largest park in Vienna, I just had to go down the stairs or go by Aufzug (elevator/lift) down to street level, then turn away from the larger main street down the smaller gasses named keinergasse (very funny name) and then pass the Danube or Donau canal or kanal often by the small pedestrian bridge full of locks... then you would be in the park, the park was once just for the vienna society and even further back the Emperors private hunting ground... or as my plastic Daughter said at the time: this Emperor filled a lot of unnecessary space in Vienna, Schönbrunn, the Palace and more... ...in this park there was the famous giant Reisenrad a Ferris wheel I have heard about all my childhood, especially by my Granddad... this giant wheel is in a tivoli in the park... you could also see the twin-city line a boat going between Vienna and Bratislava pass by there, it is called the twin city line because Vienna and Bratislava is so close only about 30 km or so, I planned to walk to Bratislava but never did, didn´t really have the time, otherwise I love walking, but we went to Bratislava by car once, a pretty city, quite much like a tiny Vienna, just cleaner somehow... close to this park the was a stadium, when the wind was in the right direction and if the was a concert or sporting event, you could hear it on our rooftop apartment... this picture however is taken in the this park... Peace and Noise! / MushroomBrain still missing my home

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libidomechanica · 1 year ago

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For which many a gem, like one resign a

A ballad sequence

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moved, she went. Be she will be ador’d, as the gloomy pair of Heavenly hides and is place: but not sad? Future day!

Whose brink of her advice. Will fling it down on her long-lost child, thought! Still I do. Weeps incessantly for one whose

unclouded, but a world will wail thee, and sighes breath, so, sure and fro, ever about the Firmament outblackens

Erebus, and fact is truly lov’d at such desolate, on which when I shall he sees all bath’d in this natural heat shot

to his distress her, she could recollects young playmate, and wine. For I must allow, so narrow like pearls. Its day. Which

that Firmán-issuing, we shall partake thee made her face; there’s a seal the firm soil win of the Gods and wishes,

is her wanted that very river or seasons audite I do goe, and Phoebus’ lips? Of bread. My skirtful of dust,

and thoughts of the spiteful things I tremble of my own, my sweetest Sorrow! At flow; but what ye are too happy may

he be, that reads it, being dispell’d, as one who dies, they all mortal muse thy flight, I’ve far to gang, and makes it

difficult to shun some distinguish’d strangers in another is call’d Salámán fell short in your little space between

you can using girl, her than an unbidden present and blank, made more came to harvest wheat. Started—the sounds adrift

from either hope nor trust; may make my louely life permit. When believe him to God’s life o’ercast, chill came to fight from

my eyes, his honors give a guess the wealth I haue most counts my selfe a bankrout know! Of age, and there’s a youth I

want, who away would not stir his eyes have given to her loved right of a single fabric that never, rarely clear.

Hands on my pacing steed, and that is told. More than one as my father’s dwelling. Haste, in violence pursu’d, nor tresspass’d

beyond the land of wonder, and I should let him beyond my yesternight good visions of steeples peeping in

sight was getting others, and with Faith thou my little bird, tender side the air. With flowers, the ripens spirit-blow

was bent with many fights, and thing: so when my mastery: a third time pass’d away. Nor mines of happy bought for you

That Mississippi chicken shack. A little things plain pudding, slops into pure Wine, the mornefull Muse in me do

flowe! Each to each other left his honest fame shouldst be own’d with the same look well awake, knowing you can get nachos.

But coughs when he saw that each pass’d, like the town’s right. But still silent land; when rattling bones together, be lucky together worth! Back to the same fragrant oils with softness,

gather’d how he suffer more wretch! Gentle friend, who was much by poet, must come at last, to follow Bacchus through the pricked eares? Is poor beast! As are, it was blawn, and brush a

web or two cheek to hold. To scare there like pallid lilies another fit she single mind of that had drunk within the wide forester,— forgetters, your idle wrath! But if

sadde winter with you, than aught well fare. And that had left by, Norman; took one hand in slumbering of my own full time unto the bright summer the clasping at the croupe the mirrors

show. Scots to see an old age of a question, for had he done his laugh at times he faintly, far away! Language you do deceived and looking up repentant to kill. Of

the World, who hath not so new, although little dissipated; which lovely sounds, wears that beach we could be about the inspector eleven they grow again in haste, nor did

speed possess’d, his breast, hands, in return, with wondrous soul! Because she’s woo’d, but heavily por’d on his Horse over the trees their bottom did them find out hiss If you ain’t neva

have these, dear brother to his pocket, risking in their narrow gorge, and lay without sigh or tear perhaps too late, let in his veins; then hey, for any good. Do not die, nor laugh’d,

or to cross a broad-leaved Myrtle, meet emblem in the Noose of Apprehension in the wind. Shall be true to thaw the first; For all my toils might hand. Polluted with dust, stript

to his recruits with, lotting off. By all that, yet, as this: Once you, your bosom, and speak of him than me, keeping his return’d: both lovely her faith! No longer there I never

thinking as a punk; chaste Cathering at set of day! Stallion-hoofed falls on the bedclothes of perverse, in the beds were empty cells. The bloud springs, shall Time’s chest lie down the

rolling gracious is as far from the town’s submission’d her hand holds my hand to the moon forgot.—For cash and weal, will drop their smiled, A mass of bright contain! In blood, and now mans

wrong, and wide there a sound-like power to chant thy clear air, leaving his ivy tent, onward these are but two Turkish ladies, while her lips the cloud thy blood, nor even now, through

the condemned see. Is ruffled; there was racing and dark old place, a body of bone, half- solved to spread as is a cushion a preached to those supremest kiss her and darke: the Muses,

the musk of their kettle-drums a new voice, but as she ought there is none the naturally loves me dear ruin each wreaths: how soon the rain; I shall it cannot live: but left us

first cast in fact they thinkin o’t, we’re a’ dry wi’ drinkin o’t. And lying been; but for the Turks could look not bid old Apollonius: something congenital perhaps

she handed on to thee as a flowing. With an inferior, as I live, though window and that he must allow, so narrow teeth rotted out as usual term of

travellers: the rising of my skirtful of all miss out of doubt, they are men were ready money, made in the shop window crossed with thy beauty’s doom and daughter in the chaste,

haste away she touch of that lives and there was no pere: so well thewed, and knelt adown that deep despair! There is no light the then returning sigh? Better to make tomorrow

I will be read. That just once, you deeply painful results since Time begins to swerve. Then hey, for an aged Tree on the springeth from the fierce! Say, what came from their happy love!

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Like an eagle’s with greate she was humming an air, their native hell. That nys on earth and sanguineous as twas only

paid, tell her thighs caress, as if a little, so you lookes downe, so semest thou not aided me? The only law.

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The ends, let not Time’s fell hand defaced, which makes verse when a mother worthie to applie. And if thou art desolation or

quiet would encline. For as the change alike, no season knows he makes the bloom misted this sharp checkes I in myself,

by turns to Sleep. Seven more lovelorn piteous pleasure they by: alas! We don’t witnessed their surprising your

fists into your reasonable hurt to be vext with buds and close for a year; the one I carried are. Nothing whip leisure

to renew: for all that I had bene thy soul hath wearied me deep enough, which once dead, long dead, since in wild

sad eyes—so kissed, but in the ends, let not to take effect fell but none wanting in mind make more I think that would kill

the limits here? All gatherine. Many meete to compounds strong forces. My debt in being is done, Salámán bent

to dwell in little wood, each wish of my beloved friends with faint reflected light blush seep through very selfishness!

And, all say, and all things, it is when dead I’ll bend, bending faithful with forever.—That in the moonless nights, going

to Jove alone at the world has been tost into a camp: I know the whole fief, in property, it works of fire; and

their Maister is this? I blow them I burn. Do’t in Prose. Rose Aylmer, whom I loved the vapoury lair. His sluggish forbeare.

Praise, painting my mother could one to surrenders, heav’n, the talks of common ruin falling into bloom in. He

did love, failure, if I could throws a cloud thy blood, and maist thou redeeming congenital perhaps she’ll hate you will!

I called to each dress here-spent hours be nothing, my woes in Rhime now, and shower fell, I though the wind lives. Peace sitting.

Need to to see that will happens in the grass, does to faint and weak; I love you. That never slander doth but flicked

from its veterans reward his service with newer purple clouds wrapped wet in a cold climate, stopp’d em. And my hearse be

vext with the dawn and truth of my heart contrary, but none fitter perching on my doorway? So in three days’ journey

have time is coming on my father! The way physician, blabbing the earth and say take it ill: he show’d themselves a

little as this spoil it with this can you turned the working hinge …. Of some euill were the solid ground so leave her name upon

drill—for love. Is frowns overwrought him ashamed to mankind like: a blues song; I chirped, cheeped, trilled and red

marmalade outside. Like one resign’d and being is heap’d the Cock, in Heaven’s air: let thy hours. Behind the lieu of

drawing on thee—on thee, wretched we! What are all that is worst desert: but kneel adown is dwarfed and wake with number.

Periphery pinned with that Memory wakes us loud bleat from him keep my mind where o’erheard the quantity

encumbered on the same quaint, uninterest, I may not love with a narrow teeth at the fact’s about the lines of

happiness at its watery pinned with seraphim and dark, and soft, that is it not forth the Promethean clay by this

little dog will repeats itself careening question’d those clothed with mutual flame. The wit, the coastal highway from

God you have ditties made; and the empyrean I have loved right of Albany. Still with Blood. Your feet like a shell with

another’s is the little, though now my Muse, thought our brow and the vallies of the burro, too real for his Signal—

sees it on horses, though I die thirst to meet oblivion beyond earth’s feat and her breast lie down and desideratum!

Wedlock and kick your skin can’t repeat nine names are the first a fit successor. Their efforts should reproof darts,

O beloved I lost you, i’d have felt so faint in which ripen’d Eden’s freed, no more he died. As rare in sagging

downe, so sweet, so fair. Poor little, thought, life’s gay scenes must quaile, as vertue service do, mayest heart was extremely hand.

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It is sometime at the first time. At news of pursuit. With April’s fires fade: exit seraphim and undefiled;

her wild sad eyes—so kissed, but behold, before me, in this very puzzling frame? If Homer had fought is Royal blest,

toasts live there presseth all the rainbow wroth, life and death bugs me as stubborn as yet have been presumptuous though ’t

will silent air, or tiny point in Heav’nly gift of poesy! In Elisian field which, howe’er the cossette, well her

my pains to burn, then Kidde of Cossacques for soaring the river’s brief night of memories and sweeps plastic-gloved worker

handing in a first-born flower. Her needs must finishing, and Grisi yet light was before, a house where their light

is past us Veil’d—but every worldly things for me; plant thou be able to go although her sweethearts does not need

my boots but I grow perplex me so! Made prostitute and Despair. But here doth close so close my eyes are born to be

content. Rumours: some sucking his lovely pallor which in my heart from thee, heart-honored But oh, ye goddess-like.

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He scent, and the ledger live and armor should be now under her sake; but ev’ry woman in thy constant arms to join the dark tresses. Men, some to spoil her nape caught drooping

flower, untried each other; let us nothing silk or taffeta, which heauens doe melt in teares flowe in their taste, ’ as some veins of cares to come, chiding royally did her

husband, like a spectral bride; for cats and how with thine angel eyes may seem a fault? Savory, latter days had risen on barren souls. From his mystic grace those ninety year

old who refuse, no, not one that I have ever lov’d a nothing gives a man, if that rude hut, without, passing bell. Thine age asks ease, and step aside; and the young man, to whom

every wandering whence called Hope Lake wherein could even her sense, how I may know. Long tunes and round by the day I sought how thou doest prayse and old, so is my love, found that the

snow cover me. She rises crescent he had fought she shoulders with head of course ne’er denied, but always why I want to gravel the flower in lightning, noon, and thou should forget

more than vile esteem’d, whether from the World of love bearing. She look’d again unclenched, and a lean. Quake, thearth shronke vnder through my half-closed their church with flower, and beauty in

its birth—Despair meet in some sullen conquest, as if the sea, and bare shew cold to that euer that fills the poor. Hast, noy gynnes to my ankles into the Muse at a push to

follow them I burn. Queen myself, appears in their heads, as thy own? And point it at my should stare, and in your eye’s tail up as I shook upon the Danube’s bank took formidable

charge with proud birds fly, and half the Church and palsied fancy, which shall not see you blindly. Fell short of stone ice- cold whatever I do! For to make, and love and me.

Translated, heartbreak, woe, what was Ismail, and conversations understood when Londonderry drawling again unclenched, and show’d a fever, longinge. But her languish’d to Moscow,

led by the loftier station: but a trice, you will never yet to the primroses! Ah, my Perilla, after this, that royal right reading brilliant such would rather

take me fit for the proof of awful richness never a March-wind sigh away to a man, if their church, as the beare when it was to talk to you, lawful and sun, as thou said

not choose but weep for me. Were both love, and perils in the dusk—the dusk heaven to hear her, O! Part from an urn And who that the wrong! Of the mountains, and the full faint degree,

and twang’d it inwardly, and Rousseau, who march’d Abyssinia rouse and woes began to whirr and characters at discretion his purpose. It soothing but by my faithfully.

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I know not hear. Completes the Imperfectly they walk’d when though t was dawn, the rapturous cheer, beautiful things are less real than worst deserve, that every day, to stir their names?

Under the way she always their amiable existence before him summ’d the light a blue hills, wherewith him

how to load and so bent his pride! Every breathing white told my love, and his heart by heart sophist, in honour, wonder

of thousand cold as my fate. Pleasure miss’d his eye, with earth in May is meete tales of truth, I have sufficed, but that moment

pushing to be glad: o feel how far above, over the after as the moon is bright. The might decree more evil

in an under-song in chorus, cheek to tell you plead yours like a rolling graciously down Lethe, we tease us

out of sight; my lips were a public men sometimes it was mere lust light at these were woode, except that swincke and blossom!

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As Sappho’s diamonds, on thy auspicious people, hither, come hand holily displeasure seem profound: she might our fate stop here—a kid I on this impediment. My love a sister, daughter in the teeming with the compartment in white lake-like fritillaries

scarce a crimson lights me. He surely canst not grieves to divine such home-bred glory, show’d a greater is lustlesse and Taste, because he runs before, if that Frenchmen, gallantly as ever speaks thou flee to meet oblivion beyond their wings when ye countryman;

with her hate: superior bliss to break. No longer lament, didonis dead, since thou, with his body. Plunge your mouth with fennel green, and to this soul by cheating every part; venus is to renew: for all. There are electrical wires, and joyous and keen:

save wed a year or mend thee, hence remove, let not to my cheek which descend to die. Step, by a whisper’d from a silver name of cheek, and perfect best, of touch of a spark, sighs for true image with the danced with the York mail;—but onward ran through, will waste, as they will

clip an Angel’s wings. Requesting in his swift flight, as reflection along with his cheating the sweetest for young playmates of satisfy his craving with their vessel e’er was virgins once dry; but having waved the merriment of this new and of Vengeance for pow’ring

our ain sweet self resemble, creating wide, doe interline with schnapps’—sad dogs! The fire ants that are ye who fly around us ever get to go although not seem on roses fed, your carefull verse. With buds and faith of a mother loveliness, no

praise is due at all. The moon and that’s hope hope of life from that wakes us cowards heavens her timid nature in heaven: we know if you remembrances of cheualrie: but their own self-love quite dead brown from the night, his cave forgive me for a while, though her utterly,

keen, cruel mocks, annihilate thy widow mourning; I left them, What made it statesman there is also Best; reason he had turned hast my life leaks away, thousand show’d a great fall with that Mahomet or Mufti, unless alarms, the Wise, and his own great. And you

and I, how glad of his feather’d in due ordered a large dark eyes have faith doth preserv’d the antelope; and Maud is sweet Tibbie Dunbar? Why have over some ease from field is a new voice, where they would swim in it recite. As when a mortals each at a great

construction—when lost amidst thou my nurses;—kill a man’s oppressions lie; vertues braunches broke on mine far under-ground, the God only signs of power and his gust is greeing, and air, and joined her toilet’s get that love which cannot choose but know! Be she rent, so my fancy.

To the River-gods, and I desperate doole to dye. And images of literation or quiet and veneration commander in chief threw up on Greek i’d have time breaks with all the warm the first word—’Oh. So golden chaine the orator so

far, whether reioyce. Swells up, then she saw his merits slight glance those nonsense to prove parental farce! Of Sense; and led the Charactery, but now of a name thought, was pacing steed, and palsied fancy, pride, he linkt a dead men go; and that are lost a thing too audacious

Speech many a Jewel utter’d limbs where so I did not yours only gods she is story down, he might die; we might, through a thousand maidens, nor stone, he rode all unarm’d, and tall, was not exhilarate. Fortieth spare you must descend thee; yet eyes dry, season

sadder plight doth melted into Memory quickens Lovers Each of bursting grace, rose Aylmer, all womankind on the Danube’s border were most hidden rills into a shadows, melodies, not even shuffled beams: o, for a distance, and speak of love and

dank, which descends the Turks. Take like their light, the money, made in this verse want feet, driving. Of Youth as they rose along his love of pleasaunce, said to the earth a sudden, she still would we wish to warm this marble stones in the heavy body makes twice down at the Vision

meant, it answer him fair to no purpose. As when she single fabric that no pace else their scarlet, are generous into the dull catalogue of comely girl or fair. Where the marshal was made of gracious is as fair as any that thou mounefulst Muse!

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And to all but—nothing, and cried, ah, stay! Stop, let me have come into your eyes maybe looked at home. Is it peaceful citadel, answered echoes of an Angel’s wings, ere he

embrace last and dubious shaped like a minister rain dropped eye, or dress her, she could marry. Whom he forst them? ’St departure, but a kiss? Still I’ll prattle like to beholders

on a bed of dew? Said: when God fails, despite, has a broad-leaved vine, and rich in treasures might half equal were tired and roars, and take me clever: this complicating

rage inside my heart, a loyal mind, while than our rhyme: what then? Two palms and the moor and up, to be disposed of in a world against us if we drove the ill, the uncertainty

is one of their merry, misery? Her wild than Endymion slew me; do smiles encounter and black? But as foretold; not like weeping turne against time. When wilt thou start?

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Painful blindness now, to swear to wet a widow’d nation; so that room is eel-black. For in my frailties why are frail

one’s old resentments level, such a peer: and therefore. To compelling, exclaim’d! And thus, ye meadow’s face the surface

neither did that at my head. I’m so entangle, trammels of an humble salve which happens in a hurry; thus they

found the thyrsus, that he himself from silver thrills float heard him crept behind: return, with that kills me and cried, gazing

undismay’d, with whom I long had loved blood of innocence and sufferer begins to craze, be thou hardly name is

Love. Invincible had turned on women I could grace them proper bounds to my though I despaire, and the cypress grows.

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And gazes from no Womb of vows, when sinews o’er what was’t that yearning sigh? A hollow behind. I want, who laughs and

vp my rufull ryme, matter of Winters threat thing them find out love a world again, in the things are left behind you

ask me to mean so little light, which Britons, we are; let us play, and beauty’s bust, call country; and if ye will,

that gaze on so fondly part must be well their sea-coal canopy; a huge, dun cupola, like a boy with her pants

upon a decent personal wall calendar of what I do to the empress Dian, for one moment a

topiary so these walls, his hands pillared in a trick to poison’d, tis under hearty meal upon the kingdom’s at

its feature to renew: for Stellas sake. I can be borne? A few months, which holds what we see down-razed and beat, ankle

or some relief must kiss; dead when the sickle, hour; the lamp and lands—the Mirror of the eagle bird, tender side, I

sat a weeping to offer upward from a stock the Top of Heaven. Oh Thou only bedded her sway, for pity

sang this round Hesperus: lo! Captives just don’t know you, a woman or manner, the bride’s face.— There was locust on the

lie and taxes Paradise! But change his paltry sheet of paper, my bosom’s shop is hanging empires rose, my

Lady’s eye, I wish I could always choose better self, and Charlema’ne. For all my morn, and self was not help but kiss

her: then me! Woe-hurricane tape, like this excus’d I to resign a mosque. Repeat nine names forth its crop with this flea

is your meeting flights to perplexity! The Moon, salámán bent his sorrow took the city’s shape suggests a families

scuffling on earth nor set the virtue, ever wouldn’t be yours. But love is as a flower in a pellet of

clay on a window of a nuptial chime; soft words, which puzzles more inly smart: and of shatter’d are of passing stream.

Anything seen only God’s life shouldst thou go with me had made things that charm could remember’d it from its veterans reward

for fair czarina’s autocratic crest, but one, can every day, in sad reality, saving mercies healèd

me, a sinful an end. And would, with those that’s greasy task, withoute longinge? I set her drop? I hide it from its

loftier stations bred, beheld awake all night will let her outward for fair neck round is bent, his who had a handmaid

we meet in my books and that shrild as lowde as Larke, o carefull hearts were o’er the swallows’ perch,—did you, maiden mild!

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Know little grim, who knows whether three more, the smoke rose and palely loitering; for sideways would like the Nine, apollo’s present they see, know not hear a dead weight freely,

request the reply. To me this happinesses unfold from wall to wane and curving a tythe white or argentine, all along the Turks slept the pleasant science, this verse and

wild Recess! And things, those choice of a God. Is mostly my antipodes; but I’ll try to tell me where quiet on this sweet thief endued, by old Rhadamanthus’ tongue that is,

if I can heart, did find at rest with thy hours that for my own soul conspiring witchery of the banquet-room shone like diamonds, on thy calmly greater, being happy vintage

hotly pierce that flowed so clear his crook. The effect: the moons, or hear the world. Letters of a millions; a country; and I, a tyrants, old with amber studs, all how true! And

the blood, surveying, drilling, yes. And wets the little that I may not love you for being crown’d. Towards the making off him of Reserve. Thus were wed, the lead and waited but the

night striking out to belongs! And in less to the roof of dirt is passing stream of blood? What did I touch she turning of life. To catch you sigh, Thus with the song is the Foam of

his swift decay wilt thou felt so constant after new love because I love you the little ambition. But their worst deserve, that the stain both of us met on a time has

ever think it would make the church’s might see each other see how the blessing, taking on a sudden it is ere with me after I am gone and pain had no pere: so wert

thou pine when all for thee. Before our pypes, that she was walking on a shining places they aren’t afraid of clichés and the slaves? And there were never watchful with Blood.

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With such a den to save I would do.—How the humble and sail; but forth toyes, my wit doth prisoner’s plate …. So blind Fortune’s

Frolics left him in the baying that was over my transgression from his first-born flowers, torches, and soul, outstrips

man, found, his who have you fool, thoughts and blaze of cheualrie: but the fieldes and our glad Lycius liv’d a mortal man, who can

know how she is gone down, Come the ware of passion to my head and war. Chewing a peal to shake all people suppose

we come attonce. I am not a bell was blight; for we two look upon you, as you remember sweetness, o Sorrow,

with sorrow take that he show. But though I be left. Shone like visions, and gloss, and did yielded, with tears? Smoking i

know its bad for your goodness grownd, and not one; my presence through the graceless name is Shame, but she, and she be fain; but

as he used to each his thousand panes of her. Began to dawn with dewy locks, who just like Horse’s, and so dauntless

in war, was teaching his shade of palm and see how thou dost despised the vast heaven’s gate, that colors is a common

men grow! The rough stress her, she could, were I to weare, now is time of me would like the chaste. From the sky, when, as they

interchange alike, no season chill, according as necessary. That hear the first; and the way a man; and lull thy

Secret bowers of autumn for you, gentle rosy-warm will fly and rough weather. Or honor decades she is given

in the reformadoes, ’ whom he press’d me; and I, how glad of him the ocean is folded and rumble, and holds

her friends or kinsfolk on the shepeheards swaines me reioyce. The votive frigate, soft Abernethy. Mastered and while

in the slaves on a stranger in the shore of the year. Dearest, but when she did create the Memoirs of the midst of

others’ furs and whisper a slow shuffle your sake, and foremost on this cannot now this is this may see from too much

as the windowes now, surrounded inward grace for our sport, did pleasure time enough. And, to end thy assistance

could pour my secret core. Above the brere with my love, even now, through, and cloy’d. A courier on this day, and shape.

Confess: no matter what dotted his Banquet Hall like. Of all of fire, dully drop their smiles, wan as primroses grew.

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Millions; a countries of Sorrow! And the camp was in the fair with a flower and hour or mortals! Arose and splash,

splash, splash, splash through steps are full, all that come off handsome gentle, unfair, I shall speak: let me but die at home. Yet to

rue my smart, the crowds, cuckoo-like, endangered hatchlings from my obligations and mine What mad pursuit? Love in a

car, or wander the Horse over the blest, toasts live air—let me woo thee, with uplift hands out of a shot glass not one;

a touch I thence ought to thy everlasting undismay’d, rule, wound, and cold and knelt adown before it like with flesh,

all that let him in by service do, mayest hear. You are the serpent—Ha, the sun, down over hips, those choice of

sugarcane sweet, are the third is neither die or tire. And joyous and let it be nay, friend! From one joy, folioed. The

Muse. Nothing so lowde: which vnto that Endymion, ’tis past expenses. The fatall sister swayed, all except that wasn’t true.

You did not practised in a trice, you will to the water pell-mell, and his neck grip the winds a-wooing flood; thrall,

or ere I had design, asks no firm hand, ere her silken sails thee? Was blight; lamia, no longer give birth to warm

us on our way to a marriage. To whom he spoke, and make a landing on the (One of all mortal lease.

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” The day I said, ‘My name is Love? I have one tell the world so filled in by missing cymbals’ ring! Through a thousand wreath for Fear. A young beauty alone can hit em right: such a

peer: and thing to me now. And walls of crimson varlet but genuine, I think, soft affection so thrilling and flutes: it is so contempt; which can overwhelmed the blessing feet,

and with due sublimity, where you made, if asked they, while I spurre my horse, or be drawn onward them heart’s lighter tree, of blood as aught, For ever. You give maidens whispering

is done, in gloss of salt and boy, his eyes a boat and be it from the staggering giraffe stretch my lines that can Chloe sure was no vocabulary for loss in blisses,

a mortal lease. Had turned the inner clown is going to not waiting for you got it, rubbing youth and opium, ratafie and the delicious were mute! Not all the way she

also had not wise if I fled from the world drops dead; the enamour’d by all with that in my arms, encirclings too in the end of civilization and deep as they, while

I with spire and friend in distresses; tell then, that with no special legend or end us, with it: so in all the same Fountain whence come anymore. But beauty alone and

a lean. And, which in treasures scatter to be and not approximate and always write her bosom or her bosom; and pulled the Oake cast out, thus to ruminate, that is She

but fully, truly, know you like, my faithful in love O soul, as if from things as a dreamed, ah woe betide, we dancer gave it to me: for death, which thread until being called

love. And are no other woman. Rather rage. When I use the wilds the taste her infant laughed free, starved, feasted with due sublimely rise, rich with Hoof and to the sweetest form

appear above the shudder in the surgeon’s carefull verse. That some weekly-strewings below thine Eyes, waste not that I hate you will! When I have now to paint a siege, where that

is—Materials, but sweet breath was born again.—All about thee; and the old womb of night and an ermin’d pride, is, there together form the fire and this engines and Courage,

Bat in hand gallop’d a-field, toss’d down by the ambush of your distresses; tell the way that’s still thee a tale of new books and could look our marriage bed, and these sages, health, from

strange, so smooth, so levels to an assault. Can he do? The first time, he fell forthwith came to find fault in hand—Did one but knewe we for the blue eyes over like slang. The Soul of

the draperies, the faded Oake, whose bodie is sent a courier to the gate. Handsome gentler dream, shewing a peal to shake. Of wrath with you the marked they, while to show ye

what you did not come. Greatly aghast within my arms, and bracelet made this elevation of a great business was seeking it comes the Imperfect— Reason is good suffer

sad contractions the abodes of motion as well as her ignorance to the deep in the free, let not my own: thy soft complained, and he stopp’d A private life again!

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His Bounty doth appear as beams of colours and gazes from whence came, and profligate the golden; in her proffered hatchlings freshet yields a bitter Eldre braunches seare: there ran a sabre through her skies—then houerly thy laden with many

a venom’d dart at random flies; but Fame is: for any good. Has a broad-leaved Myrtle, meet emblems mix with wives. These old bones together, and I should I thy clear bee- wine. Of the delight into his Lord, stirring vp sterne strife!

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That cruel? Who now command, Field-Marshal Souvaroff. He mean to moan and his head, pitying and all my heart-struck by

the day I sought; and I discern but Thee, nor avarice, nor often heame and the people, who like to be tost. The

desired. Held sacred shades of gold that heavy poem again he faintly make a dull defensive Sara! Their

age’s prudence to Holland’s Hague and feelings, but—as being in the bold Churchman’s tomb excited awe, who did the

swete sonne of all my heart would be thy Love and louder come and I will converse so barren rocks impregnable are

now no azure vein wander’d how he suffer’d Infidels in his hands and while as if the dint of honour’s in

abeyance, for confounded am withoute longing still exist above me with sacred hands, I hung stones will not fir’d

her brains and you, fond flyes, thou sit alone in northern grot, and fine, a city which name of each, and spare in prisoner

to the hoste of follies youth! Schooling it touch’d, and the pane I know nor came to a final end, our wood, that I have

been cut in Phaeton’s time, no truth that flag what it soothing which though her skill vines that might see each doth stringed pearls, for Dian

play: dissolve the cathedral; black and unseen rise—so from the wives of mine, no shape in mine all fain juno’s proud-

heart suggested some boats, and forth the second life, the fire of myself years ago when there beneath a tree, able

for loss in blood made her fair Scotia hame again; as when thou algate lust of gain, in thee in the day, and Philomele

her subtle gestures ensure your oversight. For all. You little Child for Chastity shall kiss thy pre-

existing sounds conveyance which never gone, your love the free, thy Shadow falls across a ditch. The blue sky should equals?

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We left behind you what is won. To follow night, and false friends: or her, to a shallow grave the works; at which our Faith that is—ask the grief a rich old lord, and to Barbadoes, which is traditionally designated great. I hate’ to

me through the Cheek of Laila smite does she had, however, for very Garment-hem Pollutions of miles away, so blindness now, to swear to wet a widow’s tear along his banner. Of nature did it’s whole, can evening miserable

man, wildered a large enow to draw the name of being down below carotid- artery-cutting all my ghost not be said and you in Grecian tires are rarely. Bred, beheld awakes—and, stand then destroyed. Had the

gentle soul hath not rise nor set thee speaks thy tears of Mary. Right too dear, and ioyes enioyes, they rode upon drill—for the trodde in the elder jack Smith was fiery flame: which sometime lofty trees, by the Mother, warn’d him again is

what you see; it hangs still german, I stood at all art of beauty, and Reigns lord of Heaven were mute among the awful notes, whose passes, hand down to that tongue, thy Shadow falls it thy deep kindness, or made them out to fix again to

Mire. And there to chant thy praise, to gratified except in the spitefull brere with their sun. If bright of poesy! Sole sign of many heart … he does precipitous: I have been the Return of them moved more for words. Not to belongs!

As when shifted round her throat. Over knees locked, one leg stuck out with peacefull’st cot, the assault; in which once dead, forgot! Juan, instead of golden grass to let me alone. Has roll the rail. With them all, and setting swarm of Corinthians!

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Come hither: o, why did not choose but knewe we follow not what campaign; and when on curtains call Chance, I think on what

it with its white-hot. Be without the works; at which lovely idleness, nor earth shronke vnder hill I saw this way! So damp,

which threat: ne euer went, in pale cheek; no passionate shriek of a few graveyard crossed then to be- that wondrous sea? And one

word in her aching for all my soul pass the memory; as one whole in body and scratch with that shine with the thought

advanced, all subdued, consented, the very billows pay them that you have sworn to be vnkind, and oft he perisheth

once in myrth now shall love you, dear, if it be seized, inside of Netherby Hall, maud the boggy walk, he flitting

caramels and kind, but of the dark tresses. Today I reach’d the siren! Of health—when ill, we call Stella hath, every

shepheard, how hard to be therefore we all go forward seized, inside its amethyst, puzzled those nineteen who butcher.

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Juvenile and faithless majesty she street together, you, a woman I loved you, when he shall not bear a mind is sung in rhymes, save something like a foreign filth and so he groan’d, as he saw engulph for ev’ry granted: there’s

no compensate, trying to a handkerchief so wet it is what I scorne thy vertues braunches sere. I ever dreams and knowing at the world will wail thee, young woman and yourself: you are a nation, whose Fountains mud; clouds befringe their dress,

the ruin’d woodland wild for a lass wi’ a tocher; the first; and on the moon-struck and unsmooth of us met on a marble flocks, annihilate the same sunlight from his hoarie locks as broad-leaved Myrtle, meet emblems mix with whom spoke

their light is overcast: to those kings to think that poor soul, we must be in earth: shines, he shall for the Foam of his Wit would be—a sunbow’s arc above a waterfall. Present tale is, a non-description; and I cried, art thou payèd were.

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A man of many: ‘sodae sulphat. Thy end is turn’d for cash and with deeper than is the Forms of Truth, under an arch

of either man who was read; it is something flash’d in the turn’d with Faith that is won. From the clatter, in the urn once

my mouth, calling years and all wealth is honor decayed, his braunch and palely loitering, though the cause of kill’d’ the

Scotchman in pink but she, and everything in chorus, cheek a fading royally did wed myself I praise rehearse

in no ignoble vigour did he disenthral: ye shall not find at rest withered; now strength, nor set, haply I may

not happens in the fav’rite blest; where ships and flouds odorous. Because such outrage, crauing youth of Caria plac’d the Devil’s

drawing on the custome to bid farewell! How by the brute blood she glow’d with that gray old wolf and play. Her pencil

drew whate’er the once here’s not the aerial blowing of trumpets—Lycius then press’d in smiles; delight blue hills are

covered with the mill and then sink downward to be confounded ear; she, why have your hands and the Grace he gave me grapes

to eat, and takes a strong than the rose that I an accomplish, with thee and praying to set up vain pretence—for yet

to lose. Out curt some quality; nor can I keep it, and shall be my demon eyes! Three shirts between you the princes

too, that is not enslaving eye: whence come and good fame may come True. Too dull to mark to bear, and of the croupe the moon

and that you pinch a flower on either in Caledon or Italy, should lead his passion to illume the dead.

And keep it, and twang’d it inward in war, was teaching here in arriving at the gnarled hail; great Brahma from hate after

which cruddles the mall selling caramels and so they die. What will but love! Set me wherein on the wight, with flowring

your goodness grows. Their airy confine, jaded, bloated, sated, to see there sat a weeping, which Heav’n had sprung from

above, even when the wight, your bounty doth appeared. It is not Europe alone as I. For there was no solidity

in that poor Ambition, pays. He sees all bath’d in the siege of battering horses and revel and sad slate

roof, aloof up in the good nature, tolerably mistaken, who ruine am I think one cup of wine.

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All how unlike each obscene and perils in the minister, we coupled, so sane and in white hand, to raise, painting I follow them I burn. The rest come to me, and somebody, surely hath begotten who have any pity at all. A grey stone, lie with Sweetness

to all but now head my Cupid’s dove, and rather could scarce one hour or a dun. Last night of Them it could not to speak, whose precious Eyes a tear. But, you know, or very Garment- hem Pollution climb, and snebbe the air, did she finds—no Word of the broke they parted.

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I grow perplex’d at words that Lovers’ souls, so equal was the roots of relish, that I seek to hold thy store? And the

dint of honour; and wound was, great Atossa’s mind?—No Word of This Mystery which all who could opposite sent one measure

subject in the night arise; come, come, with my rider doth many a boat sliding hip to hip Their feet high,

heroic bosom bred by great shepheards swaine, for which you exist hand yours like a huge moth, this o’erwhelming vintage touch

of a misty hill. Hath taught it would like the Horse’s, and when we enter’d marvelled, lo! He could advise; with princes,

I, Let us away till China and Africa meet, and wit, which fix middle Though its hint, when who had small.

Her silver and rocks to me with our young Lochinvar. Song. Thy own voice? At length and opium, ratafie and the planet

Lion, seeing, and a marriage melodist, unwearied, for ever people, who measure, all alacrity:

the first. Meantime, her looking-glass my red life ending. Add yet the means this? For by one step the blue hills there are ways

together and human hear who meddle not wise if I fled from a village, the enjoyment of though but rarely

clear with a beck ye shall beauty all this Hubbub know myself a welcome hand that seems, has got an earthly pleasures

too readily will choose but know wearing orb declining violet. Though I heard your name upon new-made hay; with too

much; if only I had been a Sultan of bison still for they are the wound the musk rose opening her they all;

who cried—and no birds sing. But if thou ask’d why such a thirst forth creeping imagery of slight startled in sound, melodious

howsoever, can concern. Thou wert a fon, of the end. My knowledge brings Scotland, one leg stuck out the receiver

rinses the vesper’s earliest beautiful. Of joy he might have guesses, thy corbe should reported valour; much

a chintz exceeds mohair. And couldn’t under throat, come I will or no. For soaring the stars, and down the great deep being!

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Them of the earth: shines, in the mouth. His country ants that rights of Them it could not practise! It is snowing. Descends the case, slipping naked Armes stretched minutes trouble like varies

he made of maybe looked at home it might be undone. The faded quite contractions as gallant came ye! To-night, whose present all your bourds and all those orbs. ’Ve missed it, lost

its watery main, increase their Christianity; which to know the west. Had you the magic vapoury lair. And the preserve with my hands, or the keeper was awake all

night, what cannot go seek, but thou go wi’ me, sweet seven thou art Greater fault, nor no man may the though components be the winter sunny. I don’t yet know its misery

is great gods! There is the Promethean clay by this lubberly defy. He told my right: for what binds us: stronger, darker and polish all the other.— A male Mrs. Maud

the drawing on a shining places if i could not fear’d than Endymion to her open eyes, to peinct thir girlonds with their countries of how the that spot of earth, as scarce conceive

of cold philosopher had fix’d in honours, which makes me wish to warm me through the trees their literally the wheel in yougth to spil. Is emptied of the weed, indeed, rose-jacynth

to that shortly plough or smooth behaviour soft. She while another, that he walk’d and stay as a mountains great name in nearer viewless snow-mist weaves a heart would not to be

borne? Only the golden morrow beam’d upward from yon bean- field! The boarding you bend to make of the soft-dying day; low on thee. Unto the little— odd—old man, stript to his

waistcoat, and they made great a patriots now and knew it. I should die with the heavy heart, trembling, cold, and pricks’ just a caterwaul at midnight by childhood all compassion

makes us cowards grow, which the full fain juno’s proud-heart sophist’s eye, and set a bowl upon the paired bodies, the colours and dust. I’ll bend, bending, to the silence still open

the sun went down, the trees. In a while, though her descend, toward the tyrant, have now began to arm, to bury myself when these enslaving eye: why, Johnson, see! Count Damas

drove three-decker out of the Hall, maud the dove without a spot—nature is guide. It is a handful of all the respiration find the viewless snow- mist weaves a heart is what

sing, whose love and round supported him—no pulse, or be drawn in air; choose to take effect on Juan grew, I fear, a little store thou, old fool, to thee, when it comes first or last extreme,

and the should bear no more. Things to his lady meek the sea; here right berries and to the last promotion like one doth aske: and love and past are clouds and wound was, great dislike

cancer and his kin and knowing sail, outlined in their haram education led doubtless as mighty cost and hate that hangs still we sleep. Alas! Saving a contractions as

gallant badge-the dead, long didst breathing, the trees, by silk seats insphered, high as the soft blooming years, I rather curious flowers, and a sweetest pledge him. Of wolves, where that

not a slope of mortal in his eyes a boat sliding hip to sex. If you’d break your flocks father dancing in sight. Ends denied, ran for sweet in that music with your heath, my dear!

I think of it; for to lend, I mourn to go so you love not sad? Dip in the forest-trees by a river and a Reproach of your gloomy tun with a girdle of true minds

admit impediments. My love, angry that are listless her, she comes from that she only lily; she shall the high hill, where else their beloved A Russians wings, with sheep.

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And weep in the vine-wreath crown me with me; he’s a bolder man obtain, and their own sweet sleepers started up: Bright goddesse

now my Muse to discover the sun, where they’ll fashion of the Lord of creation be, so t is but intermission

lurks in your adventured to cheek. Let there’s naught with the dance with softness, staring with tears, and thus may

see—a pimple on her conquerers will a cheat; for at the life alone I am buried griefs and wise; set me

in display once they pass’d this dialogue; for we two look into your eyes have felt dawn pushing under her feet, on

the same, or soft hand, and They bow down the roots of my sweet maid, say, maidenheads of beauty of my own breast lie down

to thee. Why pique all my maiden- flower in lightning, noon, and so dauntless in warming us. Dead to assail’d or

victor being callous, haply may assert, and therefore we all go well, by oft predict that regarded from home

and thee fair without this hundred through the night with his nuts larded many mortal eyes; in early they saw the name.

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Now all these things to keep here; nor do you stick your fists into a shallow groan first seen the other charms fly at the

world doth shiny promise; I am keeping his lucid finger-tips: he, while I should at least, poor rogues? For their hands,

side-faced; and sacrilege on thy paines may swim into forgive me.—I wonder in the four coronals. So said

to them, who would rather blamable, which—as a whelp describes each way the sword; how all this Hubbub know myself, nor

mines of higher summons:-still doth last to sway the clear bee- wine. Be better self, from abroad air can accomplishment!

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Then thought of pow’r, by which undone. Dying to be content, mission, if this flattering each pearl. Be she finds too painful

an end to you, I own; as Caesar’s Commentaries! Is what we spread o’er Sir’ and Bis Millah! And blouse—nay, a

bit of reuerence doth lie, made moan through the beastes in this World he did love, and some old dull murderous speed: and so

thou wilt behold, before May-day: perhaps from here a sail just sleeper? Happy you who was stand among green prison

of flesh to warmth of frolics, an old maid of them, thou should make John has lately been but she is now the time, you know

whether in a passioned in the world, where you can using girl, her trees, by the Gulf Stream and lyeth wrapt in lead: o

heauie herse, might I am here on earth, and so long he march! That I have left so sweets my paines that then? The loser

in their souls up in the public foe, then though he show. By some unlook’d on as if in doubt my senses the wisest

fool much inferior, as I live, thoughts, which heauen hent. Their doom, that unnoticed&that nothing like a foreign filth and

behold Apollo! That thou’lt hae me for its crop with tears? And now sucks their career of painful blindness now, to move

to the marsh so damp, which Sir Isaac Newton saw an appetite beyond earth nor seize to paint a sweet soul two souls

might have been all thought our bridal, young beauty’s doom and dances and thee, I hate reposed, when thou art every warriors,

death-watch the window as I in it recite. But babble, merely weep—her gentle hath left me gowd, a mailen

plenish’d for changes everything else, and much they aren’t afraid to them, or lie here when well practise here, or cold

snails will enter, healthy lustre was than to fail it is so deem’d not by mortal state, straight and mouth of follow in

a sunset; blades of gold thee on a wooden gavel: esperanza’s Gavel. And air who watch the full faint in his

arm he braces Pallas’ shield him flush of your words; crowds upon a dunce. And lull thy land, hard for the light on poets

who grew up the blurred yellow! And should never to make a landing young flame, nor do I dreamed, ah woe betide as that

inhabits you for the saddle before boards ere long, and thou art a forests heard my plants into these words where for

ever new; more happy may he be, that famous executioner, and topp, als my budding branch’d one gen’rous God!

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Stare, stare him that you too be wise? Of every bell; thy custom then thou dost thou wilt behold her alone? To warm the flying gold, once, in the glamour of regret when though Manheim,

Bonn, which to make theirs more penchanting to Conclusion. In sight; and yet the meadows, and the tombs of heaven in acts: their ghastly fears. A path in hell, as dark as night, so

haggard and children, the sight of vengeance founder’d, as a good use. Of force himself within his slaues, he found me here alone can lend you ended might, to kill me, let all is

born again? Down by the hope-hour streets of bright, so these both leant to die among the firmament. And First Intelligence so call’d Jemmy, ’ after sea. Nor witty, but when,

like sometimes like a youth; one hand to fool with the black wall, nor dare we then? Does she had, however, I forgive me words your beauty hold a pleasaunce: the faded Oake, pitiable

form that I mean to my though her starv’d and bone, curbs, and these things to my ankles into the grasp of fellowship so true food he eats, and raged deep, laugheth once, you cannot

content to manage my senses is, learning to circumstance before thrice told of Ceres’ horn, and, for him, raking with mystery. No thought, who am old, o ye Grace

he gave me grapes to each other doth melted from all thine own selues to Tantals smart, like Braille. Of a name? To form appear, now, when she, sitting mood, for had held alone, I

though hoary now, and caught he would not sleep in a moment lies with cypress that on the clear. Ah who can paint in the evening of his yerely tapping away skin after

I am gone away, and the sweete Nightmare she lov’d three fireships lost love, in meaning ere articulating like apollo’s garland fortune fly which levels to an

old man, now lord of Heaven’s Azure but gauds; nay, but ebbs like wailful choir the good man noulde stay his lip, which levels to an empress’s mate, no ass so meek, no ass so

obstinate: or her, O! They journey dreary, had reach’d a spot— nature to his head while by strange— eternal love. Done its rosy deed, and that leaf-fring’d legend of life, from whence nothing

akin: some hungry to know whether both are the face, that mind was just as they internal grace was better for obliteration of the time of my blossom for Two;

lest, like, he does diddly. An Angel King, and Grisi yet lives in love! Edge of doom, this couple stimulation had a foot of land that owns her timid head. We lap a’ danc’d

to be, that but ten years old, and all array’d in Intellectual Turks: and so lost all men lie; peace in constant lovers be reward his service do, mayest thou that more short

fever-fixed mark that love, against the SATs, don’t yet know how Passion fixed and when the Return of the drawing-room: it is time of beauty take so right: submitting on my doorway?

Which with you there like a wisp along a scale of awful richness never stood as aught, since the town by her mother& father’s ground; but read not The Pumpkin why on You?

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Gander, the fire and four-and-twenty years of mirth and could feel not responsible. To the turning, right be remember’d

fright, has flown away; I hate’ to me are not one blade of that I have heard that voice sound. With a sort of his head

and brother kills me and the old churches with this lashless eyelids I behold I fell in death have been condescends

the proof of awful please thee, hence remove, let spear-grass and aghast with play’d with deliberate suicide bitch! One of

us i am on thy calmly said: I would not her children, wants and his kind of his mind prints his car, aloft,

young maid abide with vain design, to raise the magnanimity of all the long stairway again&become memoree.

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As may be convey what ails thee? Before him irresistable to recreate the grass; for wine, for a while and

saved, as purple raiment, survey’d the world of the blue wings chivalrous in the Yellow Room, contempt. Who, thou ride on

a horse to love bearing up inside his body bear traps for think it would’st thou go with lovely maid; but cheerly, cheerly,

like fritillaries scarce saw which some coy maid half yielding warmth of friendless sea, but still a-falling into blood

and wakened by the breeze caress, as if to have you yet more near adjoining lay apart as truth, truth and Hell

thou hast thou my ain dear maid, say, maidenhood, it means to burn a town which the Princes too, pale unrelentor, when

only know. Until they made false adulterate eyes give salutation also may come True. Could sing we did make.

A bud in either in default. As terrible as the sea-lover, and lost, the face, without a friends as before Alexandria was, straight, that burneth alway ye have condemn’d to cold hill sides, to one eternity. Scarcely

cannot sleep in a moment more, or cold snails will enlarged: if some euill were through Warsaw, who, thou dost loudly vaunt, which though but rarely. What is he? Into these coming, my dove and know too were her subtle to find a soul can be; for

that poor souls oppressions for true, because the shooting—from the foe: the hues of heroes fought is Royal Robes, and I, a tyrant o’er books is nowhere none of us ever so little light, and candidates request they sail’d? Their marble

figures on to that connected yours no more be grievous feud hath left me good, nor came thy mind, his lull’d soul was short. When, on a marbled those Two Lovers, torches broke, whose ancestors are around us ever yet to that others,

are in arriving at the street, the hitch between the hill, and most rauishing to pay euen Natures than earth, and a Reproach of others. Perhaps when he comes from the Soul of the sweet pastimes graced; O treacheries by rule and shut those

eyes first. Three columns, broken lie, and forgotten, when he’d pine after all, and ices. And their badness to the wakeful eyes may well recur a Pang for that he lies and armor should in sound, to be filled in by missing in midnight,

alone, among the sighed deep, the latch, and long list. Your Beauty you grasp the heard on the race! After sorrows, silk- pillow’d it as gentle limbs and all we thy love. Speaking silk or taffeta, which I let it come to spoil her name;

I bade him in by services. And at my heart, I read in this very night; today I read in this—for females like birds more grievous feud hath let thee true. To thee, thus, thus lorn to join the dim cell lying on Cannobie Lee, but spare

Arm-chair whose wage is dearer to the body mocks their change, and awakes—and, stand among the forest fires. Love had swollen, soft affection’s fundamental force were. But weep to costume. To pain, so arguing a want of some mean,

magnetic soul to hide the kingdoms of her stars and sweetest bud. The sky-lark shrills. That robe of quietness, modesty with his state I display’d; your breasts, and flow’rs, and the task. Open quite, but still would find weak points in the commander

his glory round her bones, who kick again. Until he reach’d ten o’clock: and what avails thy approaching, we shall pass over. To some new friends; yet must be inserted, thy long, her favouritism, but you like good Oake, pitied of them

all, and sighs he sets, they don’t know that else had swooned, and setting night, trim, and not one the Kingdom- troubling Tribe of Beauty but thee; yet eyes double vales of A Love Supreme. Out the ninety year old who refuse, nor snake or leave off play,

and I own it goes a long dead, since what I feele, and which, when well practise! Empty the holy rite for nought beneath the rest: blends, in a few grave their present tales of Matter, whate’er the charge on Juan grew, I fear, a little light,

and six feet two, attack? And doubly were invade that hath rotted to know wants me to you, I am sure ye who fly around this you add good use. For I loved the world ’gainst love of pleasures which the church made, sure our gyrlond all the

Golden Ball and sweetest still the danced with ev’ry granted: therefore. For evermore to lose in purple hue—And what we are higher summer heaven itself careening question is no little Child for No, not one of their heart.

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And afterwards accomplished as little as the choir of those eyes glow like the hungry craving with tann’d antiquity,

mine own selues to Tantals smart, by way of your love of the Chess of strange to save I would have told me by

the bright. By service do, mayest hearts of this body? Window and thine, how the flying gold of a mother has been her

eyes are pecking here; and the music no more bright-dark struggle, thee possesseth all the stars peep through he paid our regions

came a Tyrant’s head, at night and dash myself; and in the valley-depths of pain. If i could sing When in the soft

voice as tuneful as you know’st what are cheek to tell me why. Ending for out of sight, all mild ascends upon this Beauty

but thou,—finding westward up warmth express’d; but them, What maiden mild! When Newton could eclipse and beauty of the

soft voice? The ruffian’s head—and then dreamt, clothed with clay, do not grieves that she did not still much the shape, her marriage song, before

thrice told me to this impediment. Heard melodies, and she but fully, dutifully cry, in Magdalen’s

loose hair away to say a thing there I never: our humble knapsack a’ my wealth is honors give body and slipper

hope nor trust; may make my wine with this huge rondure hems. I can be borne? Love all the World dirhems for Drops; the Baltic’s

navigation, we only lily; she shall if that more carest. Plenty deck’d her coolness, the receives reprove,

least thou eternal slave to that shine with trembled at, and I fetch her from the musk of the words you once knew it not.

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With the body than shoots the same, since thy greater, being is deducted. And what the Firmament outblackens

Erebus, and show the flocks, and thou, and insane. On and designs above them aside, and unchanged; with his corage accoied,

your soul leaps up—and flatter you meet this foolish heart high-built fair shadows, I shall ring a White Turban on his

sword in the king willow and say’st, is dwarfed and mark the filthy heart has set thee as a flower. Over delight in

her eyes in swimming eye wax dim, and not too clean, i’m a man’s country or its string, floated into the Eyes from the

next hours be nothing silk or taffeta, which he lay! About for my tortur’d brain begins the Folding up to

Cynthia, queen lily and rocks to where thou when the wintery skin, love pricks thee, like to watched him to here he was opposed

by the rivers to eat; so Philomede, lect’ring from that release. Downe doth aspire: hindering; good-bye earth; great

God of breakers has flown away; I hate’ from her proffered hands, in return’d: both love, she’s honey on that horror, that

their hair away the braunches seare: there was not need me. My rooms, as thy cheek and basket of friends, go your reasonable

hurt to belong to sleep in the sky. So many, even now, even when two people going away. Flies had yet

discern but Thee, yea, in the summer loath to some to be subservient to burst for glory! Out upon it thus!

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Good, beautiful as today; she, who from me remov’d, as never made. Shepheard, and knowing new hate after the care-

burdened felon, took our love the free, sure them both. The curb next to a curtaining when I touch or some wand’ring to

fool would call him I can’t, but now to lecture. If you’re against the twilight was brown’s all hit or misses, when he grew

less always write I still to thy tongue-tied this the Oake, pitiable form that I deem truth the cliffs. The two of the

day beat you once knew lose the baths, they safe shall be gods or more tender, that way, of custome to ease me in earthly

things, or kudzu, or be shed over my head,—as Auld Lang Syne. My Ear till Morning, nothing more than vile esteem’d, whether,

be lucky together and thus, my Love’s excesses, and when they go forth toyes, my wit doth, its ploughs the mone. And

did make breathes; the myrtle-tree, and by Plato; by Tillotson, and smell it, and luck’s all. For they hurried are. The rat;

I know not what parts could eclipse and slaughter beside the air would be better of this body.— The rose, if Homer

had a kind of love. But he is not old, nor censure; Silia does not daunted quite unnatural? Names from either

knots, yet has her humours, which makes sense of promise; I am that for me. The cold itself and weak, and gainst myself

mine own worth the mean time, for that cruel? His part as black mark clean, more fear’d than wit. Your visions for thee. From the man she

ought; and barren bride. My mind was their Maister is lustlesse bene the Bear has Pollux master fear the future day!

XLIV

Maybe it’s too cute, the white or argentine, all in a blissful swoon. I said my children’s crescent Moons a Full; and

little town of so complete earth’s spleen to tame the other Inspiration like rabbit’s foot, watch tick is still, still strayne.

XLV

Was the lily whisper one small in paradise. And heap’d, to be enjoy’d, and though little river side; they blew up,

a second is a sight of the pleasant vale descry a favourites of thy lodger, my humble kind. I held

Lover, and senseless minutes tell, pointing I follow you up the Infernal Grove; then he felt like the South comes from

feare, or walk by my ears have come into your patron; over the tie of mortal generation? Thus on mine eyes

to blaze against the inner cost,— this instilling his foolishly, vilely; her voice as yet but vnfelt ioys, exild

for the painter and every bell; thy custom-house, the Door of Peace? And perfume, her marriage. The June that I should dances

and climates call, and that god of dangers though Epictetus with Sweetness, and tented solace is extinction!

XLVI

The ghastly pit long slombreth in sort of doubt, the green head of these regions wild rapt in a hut, when these are but thus

Orinda died: heaven, or yet this is a cushion a preach for an instant clip enjoyment’s thought to leave one sigh

back at Sunion, hurting could decree more evil in an upper lids? He had, however, for a hymn loud as when,

a new one: to bring to his hand full oft he perisheth once, and something to them, to the second near him rode

Silenus on his hardly knowledge and every guilt—a very heathen in her pleasure, our delaying so timidly

among the low vibrating sounds fled, but I tell him not. Why dost borrow heart’s lightning, not a prayer and an

R. I saw Osirian Egypt kneel adown before had espyed, causlesse corage hath not great flood that I am

gone. Reason he had fought, a dream. How Passion or quiet would she couth they rode and vaine pleasant nigh to kill. That for

me! From Poland, the use of mourning in a Heap of Dung. Spake fair Acceptance of freedom to annoy; but soft poppy

dreams and kinsmen, and the moon for any drooping flood; but those tears are bow’d, has come to leave one, and gorgon voice?

XLVII

Nor draw no lines there we would save. But I grow perplexing! Of the hills tell one day brigadiers; also to the mournful

freight. My love, to the earth teach you bout the Russian, until it spills …. By way of Recognition ties a Pumpkin

round of day, or a bell was rung, and all will be thy laden head of beauty of Maud; I play’d the people spoke they

owe; their age: for all my head and warm with crime, nor pause, dividing life from greeuance. Blanc-mange and ev’ry woman in the

railway: don Juan, season of mists thicket intermission’d his eyes. And there his assets were even now in the true

sorrow, heart could be call’d Salámán bent to fix again on waking onto the June that I in heauen hent. Whether

is ask’d it, ever told can be; for wine, and be thy love. That loss to purge from here are not permit, the other doth

last to sway the very first or last when the cup. If this native fire! I saw Osirian Egypt kneel here at my

feet high, could be from field aloft, and I rise like this wand light, slow move of mind, when all alike flounder, and That; do

Thou my old company, and have called the keene corne, you can add infinity. Who loves weep night and tranquility:

full many a Jewel of Creation, they fused to rave. But only words and silken couches, wonder at beyond time,

which Heav’n-born vigour, beautiful, inexactly. Could like the young woman who hold’st thou saw’st yesterday, and my great

cause which happens in that dare not sighed to some slight took us a long to my fatherless, and brow: thus were nothing

sweets my paines that Colin make iudge by the Turk’s flotilla, and oft turne against love with stormes to the little as

that is an error and upon the broad tables stood, each here must full-stop here—a kid I on the bodies how the

body mine only, you give me for ever wilt thou grieve from death, whose airy texture, from Beauties prayse: the earth, and

yokes of the aching ghost. When all those harmony was first time, as from a half-empty Company of such glee?

XLVIII

May be persuaded a Russian army should be. Our friend’s directed look our marriage melodies round and converge

to pleased with a softness as they would scorn of the rocks, annihilate the greater was stung, perverse, with smiling Lips

open’d on the evening of the songs for ever comes from Matter, in the unregeneration for it threw up

on Greek i’d have comes from ebon stream, we lay in earth: shines, he died, Rorty said he, for uninvited guest to

force himself, as I grant, in public buildings in the bodie bigge, and might not have stood with ardour much increase our

hunger and rocks impregnable are names are lips? With buls and Winters gems at will or no. In that he should have beneath

whose love-freaks pass unblamed,— and this young feelings, because I love all fancy, pride, and give Earth so sound of the

heart contradiction still to pleasures mighty mass of Albany. This pith, sixteenth, at full soon steam-engines and she

loves weep night he call’d Thomson; all that lily hand. A sheathed forth a look cross the Leaf River bridge. His fortification

like a scar between grief be still advances, of which can overbear reluctance found sometimes it was all to

martial immortal men, the rapturous climbings and dreaded dances and to aswage the roses grew. As the spheres!

XLIX

A mighty mass of Albany. Not go astray, and made them both. How sholde any brere be without sigh or groan, then

thou do’st thou mourned him to God’s Son, before it Adam. A horsman to be place, its forced to fall, most Women have I

said: Are not speak to you. On earth he fell forthwith came to me now, and stronger fair he sees her husband is will come

from the vast abyss: whatever I do! Plain spake fair Ellen of brave before had saved my life have made the falling

years, and a dastard in years the usual three: husband is enstalled nowe it like a wash of wealth of worlds of

blood? And such been but she can’t repeat nine names forever go all that lives or dies; and ask me why I sojourn here

alone, not a breath, nor smiles of Arcady? Whatsoever the time Sonny Rollins disappeared the Oake against

the fier of my skin, would she lovers, then i’m sure she’ll hate you were. I pluck the keeper …. And all the fier of myrth the

Bow, the shades of grass that I in heaven’s employ? I wish to warm us on our little that were heavenward swifter

the wretch! High against the last; and also a private Ruines cannot hear. His eyes and Chartres. Whether he was

the keeps thee bright container can we say t’ excuse our wants a health but flicked from the trodde in the North, with bulrush

and earth’s spleen. Steam-engines will come to burn, in this sad non-identity, while the In trammels freed, no more.

At their way; nor asks of health, and tall, was not for stone, none you do deceive them charge; while things I do? For it is the fresh sprung from the sorrow hits, and sorrel untorn by the other baggage at the end. Us sobbing, not a bell

was he slumber: not that—he believe me, on a mortgage on gentler dream, from vales of May; the Prince at eye level: spatter of thy daddie, his pale as lips were severe, and shut those which royally did her husband, frank to all lovers

dare not be shown, a woman I loved him, too, felt that. The relic, and ends at the gardens green an’ the belt of heau’nly bearing. Maybe like vision— all was blawn, and failed to its Intelligence, was it seem’d as when he embraue. Fathom

the high couch he lay! Which I your parents’ simple pray’r, and dirks the moor and then return to hate me yet. A young pigs, over crisp hairs, and to fool whose age, and the hill, and so many a green ruin, rusty casque and armor shoulders,

enough; but by and by Solomon and Bills; but I must lie down with the Wine of Sleep, and crush’d, and make the cup. I can speake to take as truly that Hope is also in the wind like a wig. For all the mean is best, you know from the

loftier station unto thy native land, am I in no angry mood, for I have no place. Whose love-freaks pass like the cup: if it were wed, there was no hypocrite at length and beauty, round the proof of dirt is passing strip for

highest hear. Its puddle of gelt, embost with thee would breathless and white, flame-hot. A cloth’s periphery pinned with flowers for newspaper pale despair. Come hither, come hither, the last attack: but when they vanish; why should he improve.

From my heart, remember, and that he scuds before. Now our each other could look on Simo’s maternal chemistries, unlawful and clatter you in acts: their attend each act,

the black Edward’s helm, and water by Souvaroff. Give rest, a way that might be so constantinople last, whom I must spread, those girls gave guess’d that speech is like swine, whether wild

than Endymion calls; and Phoebus’ golden age. Knowing new hate and wild, like all nigh past man’s search’d—and found him on a mission’d her bosom,—for he never loved her, and That; do

Thou my nurse; and absinthe are higher vaine. Remembered in his eyes were once more For Juliana comes, and the choir the sun, about Ferguson, deceived in his waistcoat,

and muffled steps above the inner cost,—this lost there. His paper pale despair, and on those passion’s passing: voices cheat me the Baltic’s navigation, which, though he should bear

no more a storm, hope and Despair! A moment while she should bear no more:-yet wast thou not reject, and oft the blow which least must travel—which is also her too, and armor should

retain that piano? But thing about philosophise, and mine the votive frigate, soft affection’s fundamental force were. Then vp I say, to strike so mortals each wish

of my state in Word; his Verse was a doubt but I tell you tremble of my dream: the vallies of Sorrow! I may be names want of skill. When, on a day, the time may say, and bleed.

Her full light will to thee alone; and the bride: two palms and turned your mighty blessing, while we live, and the much-lamented virgin of a name? Let me get her form the finger-

tips: o folly!—Muse of both. Who measure! A cowslip on the stamp of my own fancies garlands of me, which mixes up vines, olives, and in deep despairs, that will bury me,

bury me deeper, ever would perhaps, as a strange. Waste not to the Dust! Several volumes would not dissolution’s wail, and then or promise ever fear the future day!

You were watching eyes redemption sparkles that fair doth raine; whether doth rehearse in no ignoble versed in a Dream Myself I praise, a courier on to all complete and

blossom, o! And songs that wild rose, that wouldest cropp: but were all come when she: tis hardiness taketh display on; not to belong to might I once can you tell me, now, with flashes

star-like, which her stopped lips part as a muskrose up, as from the Veil may pipe to the clear streaming the swete sonne of all those above ground—Ah, me! Someone said all I know of

the Muses entertayne, with buls and Bills; but went to Tauris, was given me life—O father rage. A while and also pause beside, all as bad, for to quench ye, or speech, or

marriage temple. By a wrinkled count you to me, and strike there was found, and enter’d marvelled, lo! Oh wretch, go chide In the room, I will know just what pale; but still his feather.

LII

To be that’s it, and led the shadow lend. Nor plants called the bolt and you so if her dark eyes first-born song. Pomp of pow’r, by which I can stand the street, the coastal highway, but a thing of cat or mountain from a storm; iron tears and

Chokenoff, and of any wood ye see, you did not one; a touch do touch of the earth went nigh to kill me, What pipes and ringing sea. She also her too. From my eyes and mellow darling of This Mystery which don’t know thinking of thee.

At which locke of peace in the pale pageants: but too soft affect a name so spread our blanket over until I stopped for each. Able to follow, quoth young Lochinvar? Will waste, and find a nosegay’: drop it, that the Fantom of the

unhappy! And unobserved star, or was away. Had felt how can body. Als my budding wail’d, glory she went. But time when in the nerves of Naiads’ long black and future waits coolly to be Lords of Paradise, in such thou consume

my heart giu’n me the world is light, rhythm in all the blest, and goodnes the same Fountains drawn to heare nouells of crimson varlet but when most unmeek,—I knew a woman, lovely sound the mere star-fish in Comparison— If all those who

sleep; when first release. An ablative estate. No hand he watched him bore, prone to affright they made great we went, her very Garment-hem Pollutions or nipples as uninvolved as warm starfish. At which every grace, revered these forest,

howe brag yond Bullocke beares, so smirke, so sweet that I am fled from thee, hence remove: o no! For fierce bubbles of those who heaven: we know. But on, on the shortest day, first hallucination, to attack: but still fed by my faithful

in love! Roots of ancient mansion’s paws, upheld the crowds, cuckoo-like, endangered hands: before it doth strings of Sense and could be partial language part pantomime, part grimy guesswork: adulterated speculation of love: I

am forbidden—indeed I am—thwarted, affright thee. While beauteous frame where surely hath been said it, and stay for both moon-faced snubnosed rogue would flow: a hollow and knelt before it Adam. Such a galliard did grace; while thou

dost foist upon us that Lovers Each of others false fears to give there bene, as I all her wild minstrelsy! But who wake and the lone shepeheards with thy beauty is suspecting country, or of both, go tell court huntsmen’s brows.

LIII

Say, maiden sobb’d awhile, and beauty and dusky, but ebbs like these meadow and point it at my doorway? And mere

cannonade as that did perfumed, than was no vocabulary for my low stile to shine, will drop to lightning, noon, and

a parching Time, like a crawl If you ain’t had the blood where sits and melon, yellow! ’St what horror of both. Than summer

of pain. It alter this explicit sadness. Amongst them out their swift moment doth use and lay with merry shine.

Guests would go to warm us on our freezing way. And thought, life’s fair garden-croft; pipe to their meaning of zero. Who

will never to most classic Russian— how her flower in a pellet of clay on sea-ward Quantock’s near, when they would

it solve if he took my hand and songs? Tis she, most removed. Which is my boy feelings, and I will never know him be!

LIV

Nor can thy life and for fair. I would make thee they draw but when lo, foot-feather’d how he sufferance, and bent body

mine own and deeper than that thou art Greater is thine! His hands upon a little ease between the same whose rooty

shade he had swooned, and ever wilt thou wilt shine on thy death had thus found, whoever either added fat pollution!

That old hopes in that his zenith, sweating in secret core. And fragrant oils with showers bene spredde, dyed in the maidens

loth? And biddest me temptation and with the subtle service do, mayest heaven, aquarius! She took her with

your face by heart would swim in it recite. To nought mought we know where parents live there. Do not come, alas, how deep in

Taylor and half your daughter she wears, but sorrow took the croupe the field which, when those sand-paths. The actors move on from

that he had no complain, whose emblems they cannonade alone I am but rightly to the empyrean I have

sufficed, but like way, and luck’s all. Shepheard Lobbin, how to mount the placed, which it fears to give you, dear, and of the Shell,

but mostly strange use, with our scorn to join with me through Mars no doubt, the assault. Into the porches rich which name of

pursuit. A blue moon for it is winters bale: yet to loue, wyll be lost. A young fellowship so farre mens heart-struck, and

leaving old womb of night and thou patience. In reason, what are ye who fly around us lie? She what I may worship

them? A match was lit too short, by merely for one or ward, was he, not Number, makes us in this, the sovereign

of the complayne, much great Latmos so exalt wilt be? I can’t, but as wide as eye could sing i’d say every blessed

shape in mine, each guest, with ev’ry scent beneath the same time it splits—half for ornament of the most was alone. A

hermit young, and mark the flutter of their starves sits down, and tulip-tinted fruit, to shame or good, slander’d—all about

the nature, art, bold fiction, e’er durst frame, her for waur, and damning them back into your excellency, ’ thus replie well

as I were tired and thus allow’d in lovely boy, who in thrall! Commemoration, who ruine am with care, or

to dance thy death my glances past care, as on a grand desire: count Damas drove the glamour of native air—let

me speak me soothsayers old saw yesterday? Case-mated one, and sail in blooming, my dove, my deare alas is dead.

LVI

Just what I do to thee, and heap’d, to be-that were whole wide wings about the race, revered the knights’ fees. Whose ancestors

are, alack, she keeps thee behind. Eye: the couples, the river ripped out.—Did you denied, ran for sweep or suck it up,

he quaff’d off therefore? With Carlton, or with you fightingale, that nys on earth with moon are going to cutte the Memoirs

of thy griefe; and she what I deem truth they cannot be thy headlesse hood. One so well she could scarce fair to foreigners

of true Christianity: in sight and morn! Wound the same Fount of Joy and grass myriads more, the flowers, rush of bread.

LVII

Songs that coy girl who smiles of sleep. For aught with treble soft your last with Hoof and Nature Hasan— on the siege of batteries, work’d there is no common prank: it stands; Let us remember, and Favour of thoughts and turns nor came thy mind,

being six foot high, what are lost are all equal. If you ain’t witness bore of grief, or twinkle— they are not say, The truth in every turn with that liv’st but intersects yet runs parallel with foule abused: auguste forgive you like

good bits are in trine. Decay wilt thou goest onwards, still ascend, towards to Cologne, all phantasms. So strange that myrth now list ne mas-ke, as shee was wearing, I address suwarrow, while a glow upon the World dirhems for Drops; the Babylon’s

than to evening, friends once our only once, in such wit impart, and yet the fire of Humanity. The meads full of wolves, whose unheard to give anything came, crown’d with the trees branches, to furnish the bold Churchman’s family, and he

stood as an ey, thanne hadde it no rinde; whan thereof are you call wisdom, future cheated, and seemed to the first hours of a former worthy of them more superiors? It seems to perch dovelike in thy show, the wing? For a year old

who resisted, batteries, work’d there is sunlight Elfins make, when rivers to the table fills three swiftest kiss; dead when I have named her defend, it grows nice; reads verse, active Intelligences, of yoga and tears, and others show.

LVIII

Be thou haply mayst always borne through the casement, hark! Serene father did fret, and discover in the surly

sullen summer shade on two palms and me. Up to this, how little dog will lean on me, and shudder in these other

woman His eyes abroad, he can stand among the dead, since I can’t, but as yon hawthorn’s blossomes fayre, and thee. And

look’d their powers: from hidden breath was born of light. To worke me more than with smiling at full gallop, drew in short, by

merely for my pains to swerve. A hollows the Lost Soul that their ghastly fears. Great joy to London Town! Into the sphere.

LIX

Climb the starting teares be well. And pendant pearl of ours? Fain would be together flowing. Thou art twice that deep despair

of my head. Ah they rose that’s finish all thine Original Degree, in the vast arms he sight of lips: but, as

I do it has not leisure take; but not move his body? Kept you from peeling sorry for blood; if not the remove,

let not the aerial blowing of young I studied hard in our stole among the hid scent in the Retrograde—completes

the lusty prime? ’Er was divide the charm shadows of the earth crumbles into the way thing! At the despair, and

there in the stars of sweet brood; pluck the Turks slept the nightingale alone. But by other trees, with bold erected look

our martial immortal men, puzzles us to know each other’s desires, of force of heaven’s pavement, hark! You

gatherine taste next hours be nothing money-like, token of virtual supportress of those pleasure subject Lute!

With cypress tree, for painture near? Then say my part of wrath and walk with every difficulty being the cause their

birth and more it like Horse over the arches of pride! Up there is he? All those in one common readers given lake

front proper glory, show’d them sing in pypes made with young Lochinvar? Thine is the streamers that they walk’d dizzily

away. Its sides of satisfaction can overwhelming world, forgotten—in folly rich! One sigh d for best of

books, her sliding whip leisurely can be hard things right. From their own weight. No, not these walls, thy show, tis to the clouds bloom

in. Her soule vnbodied of the price. Now thy selfe take the honor decayed, his lucid bow, continual haste.—For the

top appear unveil’d their straw. Of regency ghouls. So, ye three bishop tis not love which may presence when I am

dead their jug was told him, and Behold! Beneath that famous siege of batteries were wont greene, as well as thou shalt feed

them that heavy heart is at Table of a whole days? Now I have no placed, made Catherine. The debris of pursuit?

Of poesy! Deliberately take you are. Shine opposite sent one moments when I shall state thou shalt thou ere we hurricanes

beat, and that had drunk my fill. Dear under-song in Ioue and Helvoetsluys, the princes who have been near. Love like the

wilds the Game, salámán rose or fell; the myrtle sickened as at breathing heaven to the Dust! Rich ore: nor barn nor

houses? From thee, I have thee more, and shoutèd and lay him low, then Kidde of Cosset for the black Edward’s helm, and gone.

LXI

Empty of all the good a card. So these delicious were watches o’er a space open casement jessamine stirr’d by the dark sea, looking back to you—the more came againe,

but caressed, twas that the small white hand, your love with buegle about her with us! Come, come, with apples, wan with hymnes thy knife has been her sorrow will to the Blue Field; he

and abash’d with such place! The lady fair, thought comfort thee they gain the ninety year old who refuses to peep, to gather’d Fowl, discharged. It was much one things, and in mine far

under-song in Ioue and faith in the outer air were briskly fired and round to hide the day I said, but die, and sigh because I am striving heavens her timid natures

choices? What next? To lose the panting silent are behind broke the short hour of something; then Himself upon you, you must nothing the others and the dead. Pleasure, and I’m

come hither, can container can contain! We drank a health of frolics, and gall’d the poor Hens about a woman’s setting union—slashing away my body, laid in the thought

the flying gold of a discussion the lake-like brow to put a power before him, as one. Which may not love were curl’d a purple to that might oblige their wills country in

all the salt sea-spry? The rain; I shall sit, and robbed the bed a ship in sleeper? Presaged good feudal times been a ranger in search the heart! Which bit of beauty is suspect, a

crow that I deem truth that Mahomet or Mufti, unless gunpowder shouldst be consumed, may well; I will be a hymning up a hecatomb of vows, when it come to me did

repay his knights’ fees. I saw through a thousands, side-faced; and slurring the guests; but I grow perplexity! Barrels glowed with face as a doubtful tale from the finger; to the bolt

and boundless deep, there’s a name almost blue Your midriff sags towards the mountain and deeper too so bright: garland for his words; at last more grim and unco wae, to this damsels!

LXII

Say maiden hath the signal conversations understood when Juliana comes, and all the attack, the poor the

snow’s daughters, sing no sad songs for eyes had yet discernment, receives fatigues the Danube’s bank took formidable

charms! Therefore, ye soft voice? And thereto aye wonned to one whose hurt, expressed in feeling down to blush, and drooping

like a reality, my testament here I dream about as usual progress of time. Marble, mixt red and

charitable voice? Let this the sea. He dance and I forgot thee, myself, and fears,—did you, when they said, our only

Hope to show how Passion from whence Love must be to weeping, and all the wonder although he were ready to maintain,

’t was over wrack, as thou hast had from the world should this the last action is no sins of cards; fair to no succoure

was not for bread, and the unseen, alone, with bad rain, rain coming, my woes I wrate; stellas sake. In a hut, with myrrh

and some sucking his entertaine, of heroines was frame she who answer; but here the Pearl; he was gone to one distress:

life renew? Come to pay for kissing, drunk as a peeress, proudest mosque. And have no peace or happiness absorbs;

there was unbred, that they were the incessantly for babble. Of Him.—Half for ornament doth keep his rays from Female

love and robbed the bride: two palms and melt—’twas just now enough to drill the awkward scrape. That, yet, as they give no moments

when I am the one whose breathing wind; or on a hue fierce and icy clime: he breache: my hart.—Who, who am

old, o ye Graces! That whenever a quiet sounds that softer music in a first-born on earth; great God of all

motion as well as Mother sliding across the cages of a great those head cool-bedded in talcum on the sultan,

rich in my world makes sure, whose statues, friezes, columns, broken sky. With the one who would she scorn’d, to suit the Muse.

LXIII

The bank must this impediment. To a marriage song, before him, gliding across the clear. As going some warm the first was a place; dusk for the rest: whether these our second wedlock; and after years. When all the brink of her high hill,

in approaching wondered if her mother hope of mortal here? From this excus’d I to resign’d and bent body mine own, to vie with wide-arched grace. Coral beneath the clouds of teares flowers bereft, and the vain designed, a hazard.

For the glen at wintry day. Indeed this, alas, how deep in each wreathed angular beauty through veils. But not stopp’d all that in my bosom?—But onwards, still speak: you found? ’ Of Danube’s bank took formidable charge on Juan was the

work of glossy boot, and garlands of whom were drawing-room: it is delusion thee with oxytocin or contrary I reach’d ten o’clock: and which the stars, in the wind! The stem but it is that my wearied, art thou start? Were torn in

a cold climate change alike, named Smith. Thy pre-existing sounds again, except for their veins of Cockney spirit pass’d us by, silently, invisibly. That thou hadst set me in base, or breath their last embrace lasted too soon with

thy good old aunt, who, thou dost loudly vaunt, besides, he forsook to cope with frankness, full of wolves, will I to children die for lack of breast making Woes darkness in war, was their darkness rushing to Jove alone, puffed vp with the Bier; his

Penmanship, tablet and smile than an unbudded broomes: and when he saw engulph for ever pants upon her aching here in his pen doth sharpe desire had overwhelm the image of cards; fair to no end, young Semele such

harm on her loved blood. Commanded thing: so when both of skill. Give me.—Indeed I am—thwarted, weary we the fireflies dragging more sweet brood; pluck the soft voice with tears, taught drooping flood; thrall, or ere I go, in perfect—Reason that

such a Tie God only spirit by? Some suspecting country’s stay, since in her pleasures which I gaze on me, and clear parley from the Martyrs now drinkin o’t. Not that moved me the holy rite for tears, safe- smiling; merry Damsels!

LXIV

That one in northern grot, while his height upon them in a deeper crimson, and water by Souvaroff, or Anglice

Suwarrow, when thou divine power to change arose, and heavens’ majestical, and the other, father—how the

youth are the one Life within himself;— if not, I must give there was a flint, cheat and trysting thoughtful things to sayne for

beautiful. ’ Protection, as roll the works in these are thrush and we can inserted, then hey, for never once let fall

with feare, of wot not worth commemoration, maybe not to kiss against the match made up of the breach doth dissolve

the field-mice are abroad; inform’d with the bodies, no tenderness preserve with blossom pressed was but a shell with fearful

to offer up, close, in the new waitress, here, which men with death, which played about, but Love is as a fossile

man, midst there: for Age and even widows’ shrinking myself in steel to arrive with sorrow’s falling behind you what

is falling into bloom the planet where? My Brother had, nor fools, nor thou wast a shade pass’d on through loues misgouernaunce.

LXV

Many upon the light have felt. And graven will worth the law. There be sorrowing, lulled by a fountains mud; clouds bloom

the things are in a rusty elde, that very reason: Thus girls gave guesses, the sashes and night will feel the room, I

will keep the footprint. Thy lute-voic’d brother, walked through the should move, unless to all flower, untried each other reioyce. Heart,

his who had chosen ones; we’ll send him on a mortals each act, this glee had now bene myne, to tinge, on syren shore,

the flouds odorous. Found his craving with the tendency of burning in pypes made; but which royally did her

down. While my sweetheart would lift Endymion, ’tis past: I loved, withal, but let any man there she lay, sweet maid, say, maiden,

wilt thou die from the end, a song to go with my Book, in middle of traveller came by, since Heaven will the

going to fail so. To a handsomely in her father rough. Heard melodies are shuttled over think? Old woman

His eyes for ever can thy sweet Cecilia shine, and my great Gracchus of all that thou shall pall their hides, to work

advances, my mother of the Carian turn’d somewhere shall telling three. What He distributes to thee in all that thou hadst

set me an examples daily new and pierced his Worshippers, fine on thy course I take her texture; she is given

two liquid pulse stream remain, in the cloud girth of Jove, the world should in sound, a sound, and let thy lovers dare not sighed

deep, never want pretence—for both are the day I went to find out lover. Holding, beside some sullen bell give war.

LXVI

Hurting with voice to be alone. Would not beauties, the production; but those charmer sight and daunce, and since then, O then,

that virtues Court, which sourly robs from all things, ruin and dead, forgot! Or Sappho’s diamond peak, no bigger than sight,

then leave Thy beams, so reverence, with all on one tremendous if: if she rules him, never miss’d her buried me deep

enough the gloomy clouds and fool are two hard to become as much their lips. Couples, that hides and sacrifice, which this

dusk religious awe. And the vallies to perche é vecchio, fa suoi al suo essempio. Alas! I bade him in

the wind live? Dancers dancing under way; t was shape. Is something over with you, to enter it as easily

blur into the joy I seek not too fair, see that he had no fruits, and shall be thy lodger, my humbled photograph

from human woes: for that Time will die of loue to boste, all gather’d hours, gave the ice; in temperature. Such an one

Muse describes form seized, inside my head. No kings wherewith torn, in tremble under look upon E in alt, or ran

through they cannot be dieted with Rufa studying Locke, as doen high dash’d the Netherby clan; forsters, Fenwicks, and

full stroke, and nothing seen only God’s life and desire, grown violent, does to my ankles. Echoed he; no soone as

with that Firmán-issuing Shah to whom king Jove has gather’d Mercury. And seven more look whence Love must part; and

think it would have these? Than that god of daffodil sky, to fail so. His dewelap as lythe, as lasse aduaunce, and she

what I may know this is so content, mission, we only lily; she is gone by, when a mortgage on the Mirror

of shatter’d Houses—and, Behold! How well might be, they claim’d that not say. A land of danger. Low were rung, nothing to

be condemn’d to gravel the flocks, and no ass so obstinate: or her, to share our gyrlond all were dream where were rung,

nothing toward the room, I will her try, whether thighs, thick and Foot in his stead. Or clenched, and awakes—and, strangers though

a lighthouse bleeding out to fix again revive, but caressed, twas Apollonius? — First who bore it ‘Adam.

LXVII

As thou do see what I dare not be wholly dumb; I will bet you cannot be thy lasses gloue. And that yearning to

do without number zero. But ev’ry prudent part, yet on plain at first did she find the sun doth harbour’d in that

royal blood that chase the noblest nations bred, beheld awake his soul designed, Heaven below, are overweight from

thee? I had wanted a piece. Too, and knelt adown before him irresistable to all gen’ral rules, your brain? Showing

the heavy fire, and murmur of the money, I care na thy kirtle, and plain pudding, slops in: I shut my eyes,

like me, and said, our only Hope to shine, of liuing deaths, dere wounds wyde: vntimely deathless tree, of blood and made for the

sophist’s splenetic fire, befriends as before him stare, walk’d dizzily away. Of blood made false usurper wan the

great ships and his Foot, and another for her the sacred for to holy was the sword. With no doubt, they first time, though

her dears she went. And with cold bene the hope-hour street, the cruel grown, an unregarded: they neither died, Rorty said

he, were I to weare, now bring, that I am fled from their Muses entertayne, with a fair Maid, and lecturing sun.

So from my hearts to share our gyrlond all was blawn, and gentle squeeze, warm as a Bride that sorrow cloy’d, O treachery!

LXVIII

With me, were always does. To Shooting— from the enjoy’d, they drew, constructor. And use your hand shepheards daughter of the

horses o’er your skin can’t help them as honors give body gryde. Reads verse when armed, to justify th’ offence, save

again—At this elevation unto an end. The solitary day, in sad reality, by saint, be left.

LXIX

The common men grow! There was found, gained, and, for the bright or dim the greene bayes to weave without one short of the moon is

bright soul by cheating spear; to Vesper, for verse and sweet, but let your instrument; and fourscore cannot tune thy verses

meint with delay’d, answered they read the month of June, because she’s woo’d, but her silver fountain whence the effect fell short

in high dash’d the Tartars. As hard a science to bed I take one resign a mosque so noble, I was young years the

usual three: husband is not thy beauty is truth’s and Moscow, led by the Kurd awaking looks on temperate

doole to dye, through those that he cannot choose to night. Alas! To strike, if he had told, that does not his mynd? I love

that in the solar system, approaching, were I to weare, now is looking to the common eyes this you and misery.

Who name their stems branches more than every kind of boyish days. If you woulde make fault, and goodnes there was a wolfish

den; before his ass, pelted with buds and epistemology, that’s dearest gift of power, how we poison’d,

tis the British cabinet and smell it, and coughs will call Judgment day heaven’s eternall nigh past me seems my children

utter, and strove to faint visions of the earth away—unseen, but thine angel eyes may aye remain with the cliff-side

transgression, glowing surely, some iouisaunce? Even when I’m poor and nought and thence the eye of love: O impiously down

Lethe, we tease us out of a Chain of sorrow hits, and with the tree, sacred tripod held an ivory lute with other

vehicle itself, and slept with odours. Oh, odious trees with store; and Maud is as a dear sister sure! And

the much-lamented virgin modest tree, as girls give a guess that huge scapegoat of the eyes there, although you can heart!

LXX

The stress unto me. In a stern repose; which wooed wo, most rank, or wander thrown, still, patchy and stout galley-rowers’ toil: with no special legend or God to refer to. And

I neglect the heretos and therefore not say, The truth, the sun-flowers round by the roads of our lips are around methods and hot his eyes swim across the cup. Let there were

made of everything everything else is still ascends upon his nod, as e’er was the scar-tissue she hath left me good, to the Shell, but mine, ’ so I sware to thee such been singing

from another, a lord of any slight thee, like diamond think that all the golden raining a small birds were wound, was taken by thy Grace and though fortunes lot the handed

on the law that solitary brother: the thyrsus, that horrid treacher, and so kind: tipsily quaffing. Upon the sun, down over hips, those true survey’d the world, where so

I did not come, and root up the glow’d with an eye- guess toward the more clear fresh struck upon a pot of every bark ’gainst all men are bad. And throstle’s lay; a flowers, to gazette

of slaying Priam’s son, we only law. Form the footmen did: her maids shalt thou dost play at private too, no matters to the fyre, vnto such as my fears. When Night and a double smart?

LXXI

Nor hours, a breath, nor stopt one moment could not sleep. No man’s defects sought. In this day, I think it would see the one Life within ye hear the victory while vertuous courses run; if

human clay by thief which, when this very night wets me all night, or depth, or any drooping flood; thy father, say what dying love for words; at last he was gone afore whose turn’d

each other baggage, or toy’d—most like plain English, French, Cossacques and nothing, no authentic dew but into my face; it is not for stiller world and all his kind of boy

and Soul are Love thou so well abroad that was left behind; ’twas Bacchus’ eye-wink turning aside from profanity and that they were perforse. How sholde any cherye without sighs

are turn’d for love—maybe it’s you take your lips and out the night had threat: ne euer was returne to his waistcoat, and keen: save one, and wanton field without. In shambles, viewers bene

starued with their meaning puzzled by the rosy cheek so fair.—Nay, a bit of reuerence doth leade the flouret of though, that on thee; and fortune?—Stoops at once from me, as something

like a foreign fellowship; but which with terrified vague fingers merrily! The luminous attack: but went to be garden, flower softling—this thine antique, bought that

nought so long sequacious Speech many subtle gestures ensure your sake, and sigh no more clear. He natural sphere; ascendant. Their feet wide-swerv’d upon me proved, I never: our human

hear who meddle not with her recklessness, a handkerchief so wet it is an awkward squad, and there, betray’d. Very scenes of the Sleeper’s ancle, ties it roll’d; and, horrors

which I have fleeting medium. A creatures all, thou hast decrease now my wrist is naked. Precisely opposite sent for its station a borough kingdoms three. Beauty glide, for

ever linked with cakes and early: I scotch’d not kill’d for being the mind, alas! I shall if that slight press they are, shining sun. Dangerous example, shown me how, where the sun

of life, my fate; the clasping casement jessamine stirr’d by a shuffle your lore! And the Eske river nook to the stars go squawking like figures seen, To give dishes and his

delicious people suppose we combat with it: so in all the clocks had ceas’d, or the press’d, the water-lily cups of delights the sunbeams do now at the Hudson trembling

limbs. This lost, for Thou alone she-bird of his might, through all this green tree; the red rocks to where my love, she’s change that same voice of solitude, chewing how to mount the dews of public

foe, then Kidde of Cosset for this, t is since thou, with her,-provokes revenge from childhood in the van. I earned no more a wit than think it would’st foster-child of the front teeth

at the little of it—she stilly murmur about me thus honour’d by altering leaves, nor dreamer what might die; we might bear the lovers’ seeing, anything, lov’d a nothing,

and all those witt is weak. There were the colours do their rewarded. I scotch’d not the hope that has the receives, the sovereign mistress This instilling his for the siren!

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anyone else struggling with making friends because you aren´t at university or a very social job with great people and all ways to meet new people now mean you have to meet a whole group of people that often already know each other in a very loud environment.

#i´m so tired. like i really want more local friends but. i´m having a hard time #and local still means most things happen in vienna which is an hour by car and really expensive because i have to pay for parking.#for public transport. and whatever we do that day.#and it´s almost impossible to keep in contact with city people when you aren´t willing to drive there all the time. because very few are #willing to make the same finanical commitment to drive out by train since they tend to have enough people nearby to rather not #no shade. i get it. it´s exhausting. train sucks.#i´m just really tired of always being the one driving to people and to be the one always asking to hang out #sometimes id like to just rather hang out at my place. or in the woods. or drive the 15min from my home to the danube river #i don´t mind driving itself. i have a friend living even further away than vienna but he has parking. and lives in a town/small city #if you really read that far and you are not comming for me for not understanding city people or whatever. i lived in vienna for 4 year.#spent almost every day for a total of 6 years there.#i liked being so close to so many things but i also like not shutting down because of sensory overload everytime i leave my home

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There was no single moment when the democratic backsliding began in Hungary. There were no shots fired, no tanks in the streets. “Orbán doesn’t need to kill us, he doesn’t need to jail us,” Tibor Dessewffy, a sociology professor at Eötvös Loránd University, told me. “He just keeps narrowing the space of public life. It’s what’s happening in your country, too—the frog isn’t boiling yet, but the water is getting hotter.” He acknowledged that the U.S. has safeguards that Hungary does not: the two-party system, which might forestall a slide into perennial single-party rule; the American Constitution, which is far more difficult to amend. Still, it wasn’t hard for him to imagine Americans a decade hence being, in some respects, roughly where the Hungarians are today. “I’m sorry to tell you, I’m your worst nightmare,” Dessewffy said, with a wry smile. As worst nightmares went, I had to admit, it didn’t seem so bad at first glance. He was sitting in a placid garden, enjoying a lemonade, wearing cargo shorts. “This is maybe the strangest part,” he said. “Even my parents, who lived under Stalin, still drank lemonade, still went swimming in the lake on a hot day, still fell in love. In the nightmare scenario, you still have a life, even if you feel somewhat guilty about it.”

Lee Drutman, a political scientist at Johns Hopkins, tweeted last year, “Anybody serious about commenting on the state of US democracy should start reading more about Hungary.” In other words, not only can it happen here but, if you look at certain metrics, it’s already started happening. Republicans may not be able to rewrite the Constitution, but they can exploit existing loopholes, replace state election officials with Party loyalists, submit alternative slates of electors, and pack federal courts with sympathetic judges. Representation in Hungary has grown less proportional in recent years, thanks to gerrymandering and other tweaks to the electoral rules. In April, Fidesz got fifty-four per cent of the vote but won eighty-three per cent of the districts. “At that level of malapportionment, you’d be hard pressed to find a good-faith political scientist who would call that country a true democracy,” Drutman told me. “The trends in the U.S. are going very quickly in the same direction. It’s completely possible that the Republican Party could control the House, the Senate, and the White House in 2025, despite losing the popular vote in every case. Is that a democracy?”

In 2018, Steve Bannon, after he was fired from the Trump Administration, went on a kind of European tour, giving paid talks and meeting with nationalist allies across the Continent. In May, he stopped in Budapest. One of his hosts there was the XXI Century Institute, a think tank with close ties to the Orbán administration. “I can tell, Viktor Orbán triggers ’em like Trump,” Bannon said onstage, flashing a rare smile. “He was Trump before Trump.” After his speech, he joined his hosts for a dinner cruise on the Danube. (The cruise was captured in unreleased footage from the documentary “The Brink.” Bannon’s spokesperson stopped responding to requests for comment.) On board, Bannon met Miklós Szánthó, sipping a beer and watching the sun set, who mentioned that he ran a “conservative, center-right think tank” that opposed “N.G.O.s financed by the Open Society network.”

“Oh, my God, Soros!” Bannon said. “You guys beat him up badly here.” Szánthó accepted the praise with a stoic grin. Bannon went on, “We love to take lessons from you guys in the U.S.”

In 2018, “Trump before Trump” was the highest compliment that Bannon could think to pay Orbán. In 2022, many on the American right are trying to anticipate what a Trump after Trump might look like. Orbán provides one potential answer. Even Trump’s putative allies will admit, in private, that he was a lazy, feckless leader. They wanted an Augustus; they got a Caligula. In theory, Trump was amenable to dismantling the administrative state, to pushing norms and institutions beyond their breaking points, even to reaping the benefits of a full autocratic breakthrough. But, instead of laying out long-term strategies to wrest control of key levers of power, he tweeted, and watched TV, and whined on the phone about how his tin-pot insurrection schemes weren’t coming to fruition. What would happen if the Republican Party were led by an American Orbán, someone with the patience to envision a semi-authoritarian future and the diligence and the ruthlessness to achieve it?

In 2018, Patrick Deneen’s book “Why Liberalism Failed” was admired by David Brooks and Barack Obama. Last year, Deneen founded a hard-right Substack called the Postliberal Order, on which he argued that right-wing populists had not gone nearly far enough—that American conservatism should abandon its “defensive crouch.” One of his co-authors wrote a post from Budapest, offering an example of how this could work in practice: “It’s clear that Hungarian conservatism is not defensive.” J. D. Vance has voiced admiration for Orbán’s pro-natalist family policies, adding, “Why can’t we do that here?” Rod Dreher told me, “Seeing what Vance is saying, and what Ron DeSantis is actually doing in Florida, the concept of American Orbánism starts to make sense. I don’t want to overstate what they’ll be able to accomplish, given the constitutional impediments and all, but DeSantis is already using the power of the state to push back against woke capitalism, against the crazy gender stuff.” According to Dreher, what the Republican Party needs is “a leader with Orbán’s vision—someone who can build on what Trumpism accomplished, without the egomania and the inattention to policy, and who is not afraid to step on the liberals’ toes.”

In common parlance, the opposite of “liberal” is “conservative.” In political-science terms, illiberalism means something more radical: a challenge to the very rules of the game. There are many valid critiques of liberalism, from the left and the right, but Orbán’s admirers have trouble articulating how they could install a post-liberal American state without breaking a few eggs (civil rights, fair elections, possibly the democratic experiment itself). “The central insight of twentieth-century conservatism is that you work within the liberal order—limited government, free movement of capital, all of that—even when it’s frustrating,” Andrew Sullivan said. “If you just give away the game and try to seize as much power as possible, then what you’re doing is no longer conservative, and, in my view, you’re making a grave, historic mistake.” Lauren Stokes, the Northwestern historian, is a leftist with her own radical critiques of liberalism; nonetheless, she, too, thinks that the right-wing post-liberals are playing with fire. “By hitching themselves to someone who has put himself forward as a post-liberal intellectual, I think American conservatives are starting to give themselves permission to discard liberal norms,” Stokes told me. “When a Hungarian court does something Orbán doesn’t like—something too pro-queer, too pro-immigrant—he can just say, ‘This court is an enemy of the people, I don’t have to listen to it.’ I think Republicans are setting themselves up to adopt a similar logic: if the system gives me a result I don’t like, I don’t have to abide by it.”

Does Hungary Offer a Glimpse of Our Authoritarian Future?

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Review of BlueBrixx’s U.S.S. Rio Grande

The U.S.S. Rio Grande was one of the three original Danube-class runabouts assigned to Deep Space 9. It was the only runabout of the original trio to survive the full run of the Star Trek: Deep Space Nine series. Over the course of the series, the Rio Grande discovered the Bajoran Wormhole (“Emissary”), crossed over into the Mirror Universe (“Crossover”), carried a long-lost Klingon artifact (“The Sword of Kahless”), retrieved the Orb of the Emissary (“Shadows and Symbols”), and even singlehandedly destroyed a Jem’Hadar attack ship (“Treachery, Faith, and the Great River”)! A vessel with such an illustrious career deserves a tremendous tribute, and BlueBrixx fittingly has made sure that its Rio Grande model lives up to the distinguished runabout.

As with the Galileo shuttle, the most striking initial impression is just how closely this brick-built model resembles the onscreen Rio Grande, both in its exterior and interior. BlueBrixx has recreated just about everything that was depicted onscreen, even the rear sleeping and dining compartment (complete with a replicator!) that was only seen in one TNG episode (“Timescape”). Most impressively, the designers have also included things that were never seen onscreen, such as the specialized mission modules in the midsection and engine components in the pylons.

The build experience is best described as similar to running a marathon. Proper planning and pacing is a must. The runabout may look sleek and compact when finished, but this over-3,000-piece set is a beast and more than likely will take a couple of days to complete. I wouldn’t consider it a set for beginners, and it’s definitely not a set for kids. The build is still a very rewarding experience, especially when you finally snap on the top cover and start to hear the DS9 theme play in your ears (or maybe that’s just me).

Also, as the BlueBrixx product page shows, the set includes a rollbar that was seen on some runabouts. I’ve opted not to include this rollbar on my model because, according to Ex Astris Scientia and Memory Alpha, the Rio Grande was only equipped with this module in just 1 out of its 40 appearances.

One of the great things for me about brick sets is that you can inject your own creativity as you build. For example, I wasn’t crazy about building the toilet that BlueBrixx included in the instructions, so I used some spare LEGO bricks and custom minifig accessories to create an armory in its place. I think the armory turned out pretty well, and the LEGO bricks fit seamlessly in case anyone was wondering about compatibility.

Finally, with the Rio Grande model being in minifig scale, we naturally finish this review with obligatory photos of various LEGO minifigs checking out their new runabout:

My lasting impression of BlueBrixx now that I’ve built multiple sets of theirs: What’s becoming increasingly evident to me is that these sets are clearly a labor of love developed by devoted Star Trek fans. I’ve noticed many places where the designers could’ve opted for a simpler build but went with a more complex, intricate setup to match more closely the appearance of the onscreen ship as much as possible. For someone who’s waited a long time for Star Trek themed LEGO sets, it’s such a joy to see Star Trek building brick sets being made by people who really care about paying homage to the franchise and doing their best to recreate some of its icons. I look forward to many more BlueBrixx sets, especially more small craft in minifig scale! LLAP

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So for a prompt: it's been 6 months since Hannah was found and Jake and MC meet for the first time. It was not a planned meeting they just happened to be in the same place at the same time and written entirely in Jake's POV.

I absolutely loved this prompt! I hope you enjoy reading my take on it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

There is some minor spice. So anyone uncomfortable with this or to young to be subjected to it is hereby warned ;)

Sirens Call

I made it ouf the mine just in time. I stopped briefly to catch my breath when I suddenly heard an explosion behind me. This was not close, but the rumbling that followed told me, that more mine shafts have collapsed now. But there was another sound. “Fuck.” I had seen MCs message waring me about the arrival of the FBI. They had come to capture me. But I would not make it that easy for them.

Just as I dove behind a few fallen tree trunks, a helicopter flew by, almost grazing the tree tops. Its search light briefly illuminated the forest floor just a few meters ahead of me.

My luck was not going to last forever. I had to get out of here. Choosing a path through dense growth would provide me cover, but would also hinder my escape. Given that I am not very familiar with the surroundings, I decided to take the same path I came here, hoping to reach the motorcycle I had hidden, before steet blockades went up.

There was just one more thing I had to take care of before concentrating on my escape. I could not put this off any longer, as much as it hurt me. I pulled out my phone and initiated a script, an emergency plan I had set up already a while ago. This would strip all phones, I had been in contact with over the past couple ofd weeks, of all evidence of my existence. All chats, screenshots, calls and files were being deleted. Also MCs phone was being wiped. “I'm sorry, MC. I promised to never dissapear on you again. But this is for your safety and the safety of your friends and my sisters.” I said to noone in particular. Once I'm certain that my script did its job, I disassembled my phone, took out the SIM card, and wiped this phone as well. I'd be getting rid of both later.

“Farewell, my love.”

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Six months later

Frustrated, I lean back in my chair, staring at the screen in front of me. Another lead that took me exactly nowhere. I get up and pace through the small room I am currently staying in, stretching my limbs.

During the last few months I have settled back into my old life, the way I was before MC came into my life. I went back into hiding, never staying in the same location for more than two weeks. By now I have crossed several country borders. These days I am staying in a small room in Budapest.

Every waking hour I spend escaping my pursuers while looking for the evidence that could clear my name. Occasionally, I check on the status of the investigations around Hannah and Richy. MCs name does not appear in any of the reports, to my surprise and great relief. I wonder if this is Alans doing.

Stepping to the window, I notice that the street outside is packed with people. This is not just the usual flow of tourists. Right, the receptionist had mentioneds a celebration earlier, there would be fireworks launched from boats on the Danube later thonight. Now is probably a good opportunity to go out and blend into the crowd to get some fresh air and clear my head. I might as well stock up on food and water.

Minutes later I am walking down a side street lined with small restaurants and bars. It is still early evening and the air is finally turning mild after a scorching day. I am heading towards the large Market Hall. At a corner I stop to observe the people around me for a moment, as they are enjoying their lives, celebrating the summer, drinking and dining. This feels alien to me now.

“MC, hurry up!” Am I hallucinating now? The call came from a blonde woman standing in front of one of the restaurants. She seems annoyed. I cannot spot who she was talking to. This is just a coincidence. I decide to move on and turn around.

And there she is. MC is hurrying in my direction. I should get away from there, even though she has no idea what I look like. But all I can do is stand like I'm glued to the pavement, staring at her in awe. She is even more beautiful in real life than on any the fotos I saw on her social media profiles. She wears a light summer dress and the way it accentuates the shape of her perfect body could drive me crazy. Her long hair flows freely down her back. MC walks right past me, close enough to catch the scent of her perfume and it almost knocks the air out of my lungs. Only when she disappears through the door of the restaurant, I realize that I am standing around in open public, staring like a moron.

I force my feet to get moving again. Of all the places in the world and with the myriad of tourists in this city, I still had to run into her like this. How often have I fantasized about finally meeting her and holding her in my arms. Now the moment came and I let it pass. I had to let her pass. My situation has not changed. She would still be in grave danger being with me. Not to mention that she probably hates me now. After I deleted everything and just left, she must think that I abandoned her. Or worse.

I need a drink. Against any better judgement I walk into the next best bar and sit down in a corner. I order a beer and spend about an hour internally arguing with myself. I have to get back to my room, pack up and get the fuck out of this city. But I don't want to. Her being so close to me affects me more than I could have imagined. There is one thought that keeps ricocheting through my head: I won't survive loosing her a second time.

By the time I step back out on the street, the daylight has dimmed. Despite all, my rational side has won and I am turning back towards my motel. Of course my plan is shattered into a thousand pieces again when I see MC standing at the side of the street. She is looking at the phone in her hand, seemlingly deep in thought. Suddenly, she takes a step forward not noticing a taxi speeding towards her.

“NO, MC!” I call out and sprint towards her. But I am too far away. Luckily, she looks up in the last second, stumbling back. I catch her, stopping her fall. MC looks up at me with a flustered expression. “Oof, thank you. I am such a klutz.” she says. “Hey, did I just hear you call my name?” a frown forms on her face. “What? No.” I help her back up and turn around to walk away.

“Jake, is that you?” I hear her say in a low voice. This stops me in my tracks. God, her voice is like a sirens call to me. Slowly I turn around again but I don't dare to look at her now.

A few awkward moments later I feel her hand on my cheek. "It really is you, isnt it?" I look up to meet her gaze. I could drown in those eyes. "MC.." my voice trails off, because I have actually not the slightest idea what to say right now. This is so much easier behind the screen. But now, with her standing right infront of me, my brain blanks. I wonder if she sees a blue screen in my eyes.

Then she hits me. "Where the fuck have you been?" Her question is emphasized by her swatting my chest. "Why did you just disappear? You promised me to meet, but instead you disappear into thin air! We were worried sick! Noone knew if you even made it out of the mine alive!" I let it happen until I notice bystanders starting to stare. To avoid more attention, I catch her wrists and press them to my heart. Tears are flowing down her cheeks. "MC, I am sorry I hurt you. But I had to vanish to escape from the FBI agents looking for me. I never intended to hurt you, but this was also for your safety." "Safety my ass! I've been waiting for you. You had every chance to at least let us know that you were safe."

"We can't discuss this here, out in the open." It is becoming more and more difficult for me to keep a calm voice. "Then let's go somewhere private. Lead the way." The look on MCs face blights any further discussion. So we get moving.

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My eyes fly open. My motel room lies in darkness now. The sheets around me are in complete disarray. But I am alone. Was this all just a dream? What would be the odds of us actually running into each other here, in this city full of tourists. But why do I still smell her perfume?

I roll on my back and take in my surroundings. When my gaze reaches the slightly illuminated window frame, I see her and a wave of emotions rolls through me. Relief that she is still with me. Guilt over the tears I had to watch her spill because of my betrayal. Gratitude for her actually forgiving me. And then there is this warm, tingly sensation spreading through me when I think back to the things we did afterwards.

Our clothes are scatterd all over the floor. I spot her panties. This tells me that she is standing there at the window facing the main street wearing one of my shirts and nothing else. As quitely as possible I get out of bed and go to stand behind her. I put my hand on her thigh. Her skin is warm and oh so soft. I let my hand wander upwards slowly and sneak under the shirt, caressing her hip, then her belly. Continuing upwards, I cup her right breast, take her nipple between my thumb and index finger and gently pinch and roll it between them. MC sighs. God, that must be the sweetest sound I have heard. The way her nipple hardens between my fingers puts a smile on my face.

She leans back into me and I use my other hand to stroke her hair aside to gain access to her neck, where I start to nibble and kiss up and down. "The fireworks are about to start." She breaks the silence. "Mmmh?" I had completely forgotten about the events outside. I'm about to start a firework in here.

"Jake?" "Yes?" "What happens now?" I sense a sadness and concern in her voice. This tells me that she is not inquiring about the further activities of our night. She turns around, not breaking the contact between us and looks up into my eyes, waiting for a reply. "With all the attention we drew to us today, I can't risk staying here for much longer. I need to get moving very soon." The thought of parting ways with her hurts me.

Her next words catch me by surprise. "I want to come with you." "You can't be serious. I am on the run. You have a life to get back to." "I don't give a shit about my life back there. I haven't in a long time. I'm ready to leave everything behind." She states this calmly and it becomes clear to me that she is not saying this on the spur of the moment. There is no doubt that she put a lot of thought into this. "I'm sure you could find someone to provide us with new identities in this dark web of yours." she continues. I can't help it but chuckle briefly. "MC, I fear you are romanticising my lifestile a little." But she does not back down. "I'm serious, Jake. Let's just run away together and start over in some remote place. It does not mastter to me where we end up. As long as we end up there together."

It takes me a moment to mull over the words she just said. Bringing my hand to her cheek, I stare into her beautiful eyes. Her face is illuminated by lights changing colors from red to orange to blue and purple. People outside are cheering.

I know damn well that a decision like that should not be made in the heat of the moment. But what I am about to say is going to catapult both of our lives into an entire new orbit.

#duskwood #duskwood everbyte #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood fandom #duskwood prompts #jake duskwood #duskwood jake x mc #jake x mc

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josefavomjaaga · 2 years ago

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The Grande Armée in 1812, Prussian view

Still reading up on old Prussian sources. These are some excerpts from "Tagebuch des Königlich Preußischen Armeekorps unter Befehl des General-Leutnants von York im Feldzuge von 1812" [Journal of the Royal Prussian Army Corps under Command of Lieutenant-General von York in the Campaign of 1812], written by General-Major von Seydlitz and published in 1823, so fairly close in time to the events. I was particularly interested in the remarks about Eugène de Beauharnais, but there are a few other intriguing comments, especially at the beginning. The first snippets are from before the campaign, summer 1812, when French and allied troops are gathering in Prussia.

Incidentally, it was new and interesting for the Prussian officer to hear unbiased and often sharp judgements about Napoleon and current circumstances from French officers during these marches of the French army. It was characteristic that the French spoke much more freely where only Prussians were present than when officers from other allies were also present at the gathering. [...] But they gave complete free rein to their speech when it came to expressing an opinion about their marshals and generals. Massena was then always "entêté" and Davoust would have been completely lost at Regensburg in 1809, without Guilleminot, then chief of his general staff, "ll alloit noyer toute l'armée et l'empire dans le Danube! [he was about to drown the entire army and the empire in the Danube!]" Napoleon is said to have exclaimed before he knew that Davoust was retreating backwards towards Abensberg to join the Bavarians. Soult alone was worth anything as far as strategy was concerned; the other marshals were merely good battle generals.

That’s interesting insofar as I understand the person Napoleon actually blamed for the troubles in 1809 was Berthier (while Davout had been the one warning early on). And Soult in summer 1812 felt that he was in utter disgrace, left alone in Spain with both Joseph and Jourdan, often enough being blamed for their miscalculations, begging for a short visit home for the third consecutive year now, while every chest of paintings he sent home was searched by French customs – not for musty old Spanish paintings, mind you, as no one was interested in them at the time, but for the treasures Soult supposedly acquired by the ton. (In the meantime his wife, when Soult sent two riding horses from Spain for his children, found that she had to sell two others because otherwise she couldn't afford the upkeep). Here, it seems the opinion in the army about those personalities was very different from that at court.

If I were commander, said a general of his marshal, he would not be marshal. More profound was the reply of another to the opinion voiced by a Prussian that Napoleon would probably make Prince Eugène King of Poland. "Napoleon has studied history best of all of us, and he knows quite well that Caesar was once the lieutenant of Pompey."

No comment there. But this does echo some remarks in Caulaincourt’s and Hortense’s memoirs. (I still feel that, if Napoleon had lived long enough to see his son grow up, there might have been some family troubles as soon as Naps senior fully understood that Naps junior would one day sit in his place.)

There is another remark about Eugène in a footnote, about him joining the army for the Russian campaign:

Initially, Napoleon seems to have had a different purpose in mind for Prince Eugene, perhaps the throne of Poland. He sent for him to come to Paris in a hurry shortly before his departure from Saint Cloud, but in the meantime he may already have grown tired of the idea, for the Prince learned only ordinary things on his arrival. It will be remembered here what was quoted above as a statement on this subject by a French general.

To my knowledge, in 1812 Napoleon ahd the idea of making Eugène governor of Paris in Napoleon’s absence. Maybe having a trusted second-in-command in Paris at the time would have been useful when it came to the Malet conspiracy. But I guess the word "trusted" is key here…

Now we are already into the campaign, at Vilna, when the first attempts to cut off the Russian army and force them into battle have failed:

Napoleon made three essential mistakes on his departure from Vilna. The first was that he began to shroud his plans for the re-establishment of the Kingdom of Poland, so loudly promised earlier, in mystery. The second was that he continued to base the provision of his army solely on requisition, without regard to people or locality. [...] The third and most important mistake, however, was that he left the Duke of Bassano [Maret] as his deputy in Vilna, instead of choosing a commander like Prince Eugene or even Marshal Davoust, the latter of course not loved in Poland, but nevertheless respected and feared. Only an imposing firm hand could bring coherence and strength to the affairs of a nation whose former Imperial Assemblies had become proverbial.

I have no clue what this refers to but it sounds interesting. I do know that Napoleon was quite wary of Polish nobility and their rivalries.

Only such a man, in whose hands both the highest military and the highest civilian authority might be united, would have had the necessary military understanding and would have found the most expedient means to ensure in due course the establishment of military posts and magazines on the army's lines of operations, and only such a man, recognising the advantage of having the inner line of operations in his possession, would at last, at the turn of events in Moscow, have quickly rallied the corps left behind and to the side, and with united force would have attacked and overthrown Wittgenstein and Tormassov one after the other.

Somehow, the last part makes me think a lot more of Davout than of Eugène 😊.

This may be a coincidence, but there’s two points that I find concur with Caulaincourt’s memoirs (interestingly, because I do think Caulaincourt is often not the most trustworthy source, and he was clearly biased towards the Beauharnais): the praise for Eugène and the dislike for Maret. I’m not sure if there is a connection, however.

#napoleon's marshals #jean-de-dieu soult #louis nicolas davout #eugène de beauharnais #Russian Campaign #vilna 1812

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ENG Letter from the Voivode Vlad Draguli Tepes of March 14, 1457. *** By content: This letter finally clarifies the political situation between Wallachia and Transylvania, which became the cause of the conflict in 1457 and later. However, to understand the situation, it is worth reading first two other documents, the first, the agreement between the parties, the terms of assistance, the second, the document of the request for help from the voivode. This document follows in this chain the third, interesting from the point of view of the conflict. After the voivode did not receive an answer, according to the agreement, he goes to the lands where the applicants for the throne of Wallachia and their accomplices are hiding. According to the agreement, if you remember, the party on whose land the applicant and his people are hiding, preferably, betrays (meets the voivode as a friend) intruders, or does not interfere with their search. Probably, the governor did not meet any assistance in Transylvania, which is not surprising, given this attitude. Having crossed the Turnu-Rosu pass and arriving at the places where the aforementioned gentlemen were hiding, but faced with complete indifference, the voivode made an attempt to persuade Transylvania to reckon with itself. The result of this was the burned villages of Kasholts, Khosman and Nou Romyn near the very Sibiu. For decades, Transylvania, which had been shaking the nerves of the governors of Wallachia, was literally shocked by such an act, unprecedented in its kind, so that echoes of indignation reached us in the form of pamphlets, legends, stories, where from year to year, from decade to decade, the number of “innocents” increases, just like the number of "victims". In those stories, it comes to the point where the death toll during that period significantly exceeds even the number of all who lived at that time in one of the largest cities in Transylvania, Brasov. What exactly prompted the governor to take such a decisive, long-needed step? Was it the indirect participation of Transylvania in all the coups in Wallachia?, the murder of his family?, an attempt on his own murder?. It is unlikely that the voivode was so restrained and patient that, having come to power “without any help,” he concludes a strong peace with Transylvania and approaches it very responsibly. This letter is also very interesting, with a phrase that some historians even interpret as a threat: “If you don’t want even more, then immediately inform us so that we can rule and govern”. However, from the point of view of the choice of vocabulary, "quod nos regere et gubern {are p} ossemus" is completely neutral and, speaking figuratively in modern words, has the following content: the voivode, being a ruler, will be able to begin to regulate the current situation only when he finds out about the further political course of his neighbor, Transylvania, and does not want to be in the dark about that, therefore he asks to inform about his decision. There is nothing else in this phrase, "reign and govern", "herrschen und lenken", in any translation, that is, to be the ruler and therefore to control the situation. For all that, few people focus on the fact that they tried to kill the governor in Transylvania when he needed help. They also pay little attention to the fact that the voivode expresses, albeit tactfully within the framework of necessary diplomacy, about his attitude to the origin of the applicant: “his infringement on our right of the true (!) Heir”, “a monk from Wallachia who calls himself a son voivode ", the latter is twice specially indicated. Given these moments, I personally cannot understand why Vlad The Monk is definitely considered the illegitimate child of Dragul, when among his sons his father is not mentioned anywhere in the documents, not even once, and one of the sons frankly says that the Monk is an impostor. In my opinion, Vlad Monk is another Neagoe Bassarab, of which, as we remember, there were plenty of them. With only one commander Dragulya Tepes, duplicated Mirchi, Vlada and

forged documents suddenly appeared. Letter from the governor Vlad Draguli Tepes dated March 14, 1457. *** Noble, prudent and far-sighted men, advisers, fathers, brothers, our sincerely dear friends and neighbors, as you remember, and you should be well aware of that, there is a commitment between us, and vows backed by unshakable loyalty have been taken; and these obligations and vows must not be violated by anyone and never, while we are alive, at any time, which we personally specifically pointed out to you in a letter. From our side of evil, we did not do you and did not intend to start that. But today a rumor has reached us and we have learned about all that, that at a secret council you were with the people of a monk from Wallachia, who calls himself the son of a governor *, settled their affairs; Moreover, Peter Gereb * from Virishmort, and Peterman *, the son of the noble Peterman, who were neighboring with you, took part in this. You were personally promised to transfer all the fees to you in Rukar and Brail for a long time, promising that Wallachia's income. * Remember the time when I wandered and arrived in your lands *, you then did not let me into your council, but instead, out of loyalty to the noble lord, the governor of these lands, Vladislav entrusted the noble men John Gereb from Wingard and Nicholas from Salzburg to capture us in the city of Joaju and to end us. But by the will of God, we ourselves were able to return our lands without any help *, but with you, we made a strong peace and thus made your enemies ours. Today we fully understand that you support a monk from Wallachia, who calls himself the son of a governor, and his people in an encroachment on our right to be a true heir, and we also understand what bad consequences for us everything can lead, since you are already Advice with him, and he, having made his way to Amlash, remained there, and is there to this day by your own will. Therefore, with this letter we ask each and every one of you that in the name of the God and according to the commandments of the Catholic faith, as well as for the sake of maintaining fraternal peace and friendship between us, after reading our letter, you will certainly write to us or report back, whether you wish further observe the order established by us and you in writing and be loyal to it. If you do not wish that more, then immediately inform us, so that we can rule and govern. Given in Targoviste on the second day after the feast of Blessed Pope Gregory, in the year 1457. Vlad, Commander of the Transalpine lands, your faithful brother, son and friend in everything. Comments: * Identity of Vlad the monk is speculative only. * Peter Gereb * from Virishmort was a judge and head of Sibiu in 1467, later he was executed in the city square because of his participation in the uprising against Corwin considered bloodthirsty). Peterman was a wealthy Sibiu merchant from Wallachia, Kampulung; the city was located on the trade route from Rukar to Brasov. The German-speaking community living there maintained close relations with Sibiu. * Fees from you in Rukar were the most important source of income for Wallachia, therefore they were never the object of donation or lease. Braila Port, located on the Danube, was the country's most important port and was of exceptional importance for trade in the western Black Sea region. The decision of the self-appointed claimant to take away the income from the country and give it to Transylvania was also unprecedented, his desire to curry favor was painfully strong. * After an unsuccessful attempt to regain legal power in November 1448, the voivode fled to Moldavia. However, there is no evidence that he was present at the court of Bogdan II. Perhaps he found refuge among the Moldovan boyars who were supporters of his family. Later, the voivode is forced to move to Transylvania, after Vladislav finds himself in the same situation as many voivods before him and therefore loses the support of the Hungarians. * Joaju (Rom. Geoagiu, ung. Algyógy) is located in the Hunedoara

Sudce, where the Hunyadi family owned vast estates and were surrounded by numerous supporters. The authors of the book Corpus Draculianum contradict themselves, first they write that the Hungarians removed Vladislav because of his pro-Ottoman policy, and then that the murder of the governor could have been ordered by Hunyadi, so that, literally: “Hunyadi wanted to prevent Vlad's attack on Vladislav, so as not to violate the truce with by the Ottomans ". Several different statements. And why would Vlad even then be in Joaju, "where the Hunyadi family owned vast estates and were surrounded by numerous supporters." Honestly, I am alarmed by the attempt of the authors of the book to constantly challenge the words of the voivode in the documents (I often notice in the comments, they say, “the voivode is misleading,” or “in fact, the reason was something else, and not indicated by the voivode” (they apparently, instead of the governor, they know much better what was the cause of what was in the 15th century, in this case the same example, after all, everything is written in black and white, who attempted and why) and suppose “their own” version. I do not know the purpose of such comments. An example, one of the many about challenging, openly refuting the words of the voivode in his letter with his statement, is the commentary on the phrase “But by the will of the Lord we ourselves were able to return our lands without any help.” In the commentary to this phrase, the authors of the aforementioned publication, the governor is accused of lying, citing a completely empty formal oath to Postumus in March 1456 and arguing that (as it turns out, it was not Hunyadi who wanted to kill, as they had previously stated) with the help of Hun eadi. In support of the versions, documents are cited that are not evidence of the indicated facts, even indirectly. In some comments, the authors of the publication accuse the voivode of issuing an ultimatum without offering any negotiations, and this is for this phrase: “Therefore, with this letter we ask each and every one of you that in the name of the Lord and according to the commandments of the Catholic faith, and also for the sake of maintaining fraternal peace and friendship between us (!), after reading our letter, you certainly wrote or reported to us (!) whether you want to continue to observe the order established by us and you in writing (!) and be loyal to it. If you do not wish that more, then immediately inform us, so that we can rule and rule. " I don’t know how even softer it is possible to write after an attempted murder, after a betrayal and a secret conspiracy, the ruler who previously concluded an agreement with you asks you to inform us about your preference in actions. I cannot understand what the authors are pursuing with such comments. _____________________ RU Письмо воеводы Влада Драгули Цепеша от 14 марта 1457 года, перевод группы Воевода Валахии XV века Влад Цепеш Дракула. *** По содержанию: Данное письмо окончательно проясняет политическую ситуацию между Валахией и Трансильванией, ставшую причиной конфликта и в 1457 , и позже. Однако, для понимания ситуации стоит прочесть сначала два других документа, первый, договор между сторонами, условия содействия, второй, документ просьбы о помощи от воеводы. Данный документ следует в этой цепи третьим, интересным с точки зрения конфликта. После того, как воевода не получил ответа, согласно договору, он отправляется в земли, где укрываются претенденты на трон Валахии и их пособники. Согласно договору, если помните, сторона, на чьей земле скрывается претендент и его люди, предпочтительно, выдает (встречает воеводу , как приятеля) злоумышленников, либо не препятствует их поиску. Вероятно, воевода не встретил никакого содействия в Трансильвании, что и неудивительно, учитывая подобное отношение. Переправившись через перевал Турну-Рошу и прибыв в места укрывательства перечисленных господ, но столкнувшись с полным безразличием, воевода предпринял попытку убедить Трансильванию считаться с собой. Результатом этого стали сожженные

деревни Кашольц, Хосман и Ноу Ромын близ того самого Сибиу. Десятилетиями трепавшая нервы воеводам Валахии Трансильвания была в буквальном смысле шокирована таким поступком, беспрецедентным в своем роде настолько, что отголоски возмущения дошли до нас в виде памфлетов, сказаний, рассказов, где из года в год, из десятилетия в десятилетие, и число «невинно убиенных» становится все больше, и смерти все краше. В ряде рассказов доходит до того, что число погибших в тот период значительно превышает даже численность всех, живших на тот момент в одном из самых крупных городов Трансильвании, Брашове. Что же именно подвигло воеводу на такой решительный, давно нужный шаг? Было ли то косвенное участие Трансильвании во всех переворотах в Валахии, убийство его семьи, покушение на его собственное ��бийство. Вряд ли, воевода был настолько сдержан и терпелив, что, придя ко власти «без всякой помощи», заключает крепкий мир с Трансильванией и очень ответственно к тому подходит. Данное письмо очень интересно и фразой, которую некоторые историки даже трактуют как угрозу: «Ежели не желаете того более, то тотчас сообщите нам, дабы мы могли властвовать и править». Однако, с точки зрения выбора лексики, «quod nos regere et gubern{are p}ossemus» вполне нейтральна и , если говорить переносно современными словами, имеет следующее содержание: воевода, будучи правителем, сможет начать регулировать сложившуюся ситуацию , лишь тогда, когда узнает о дальнейшем политическом курсе своего соседа, Трансильвании, и не желает быть в неведении о том, потому просит сообщить о своем решении. Ничего другого в данной фразе нет, «reign and govern», «herrschen und lenken», в любом переводе, то есть, быть господарем и потому управлять ситуацией. При всем, мало кто акцентирует внимание на том, что воеводу пытались убить в Трансильвании, когда ему нужна была помощь. Также мало акцентируют внимание и на том, что воевода высказывает, пусть и тактично в рамках необходимой дипломатии, о своем отношении к происхождению претендента: «его в посягательстве на наше право истинного (!) наследника», «монаха из Валахии, кто величает себя сыном воеводы», последнее дважды особо указывается. Учитывая данные моменты, я лично не могу понять, почему Влада Монаха определенно считают внебрачным ребенком Драгула, когда среди сыновей его нигде не упоминается в документах самого отца, ни разу, а один из сыновей откровенного говорит, что Монах самозванец. На мой взгляд, Влад Монах очередной Нягое Бассараб, которых на деле, как помним, было полно. Только с одним воеводой Драгулей Цепешем внезапно появились и дублированные Мирчи, Влады и поддельные документы. Письмо воеводы Влада Драгули Цепеша от 14 марта 1457 года. *** Знатные, благоразумные и дальновидные мужи, советники, отцы, браться, наши искренне дорогие друзья и соседи, как вы помните, а о том должно вам быть хорошо известно, есть между нами обязательства , и даны клятвы, подкрепленные непоколебимой верностью; и сие обязательства и клятвы недолжно никому и никогда, пока мы живы, в любое время нарушать, на что мы вам лично особливо в письме указывали . С нашей стороны зла мы вам не творили и не намеревались то начинать. Но нынче дошел до нас слух и мы обо всем том узнали , что на тайном совете с вами были и дела свои улаживали люди монаха из Валахии, кто величает себя сыном воеводы*; пуще того, принимали в том участие и Петер Гереб *из Виришморта, и Петерман *, сын знатного Петермана, соседствующие с вами. Вам лично пообещали надолго передать все сборы с вам в Рукаре и Брэиле , посулив тем доходы Валахии.* Припомните же то время, когда скитался я и в ваши земли прибыл*, не пустили вы тогда меня в совет свой, но вместо этого вы из преданности знатному господину ,воеводе тогда этих земель , Владиславу поручили знатным мужам Иоанну Геребу из Вингарда и Николаю из Зальцбурга нас в граде Джоаджу пленить и с нами покончить. Но по воле Господа смогли мы сами без всякой помощи земли свои вернуть*, а с вами же мы заключили крепкий мир и тем сделали ваших неприятелей нашими. Нынче мы всецело разумеем то, что вы поддерживаете монаха из

Валахии , кто сыном воеводы себя величает, и людей его в посягательстве на наше право истинного наследника, а также понимаем и то, к каким худым последствиям для нас все может привести, раз вы уж и совет с ним держите, и он , в Амлаш пробравшись , там и остался , и там доныне находится по вашей же собственной воле. Потому сим письмом просим мы всех и каждого из вас о том, чтобы во имя Господа и по заповедям веры католической, а также ради поддержания между нами братского мира и дружбы, вы, прочтя наше письмо , нам непременно ответ написали или доложили, желаете ли далее соблюдать письменно установленный нами и вами порядок и быть тому преданными . Ежели не желаете того более, то тотчас сообщите нам , дабы мы могли властвовать и править. Дано в Тырговиште на второй день после праздника блаженного папы Григория, в год 1457. Влад, воевода земель Трансальпийских , ваш верный брат, сын и слуга во всем. Знатным, благоразумным и дальновидным мужам, бургомистру Освальду, судье и советникам Сибиу, всем нашим мужам саксам из Семиградья, нашим искренне уважаемым друзьям и соседям. ___________________________________________________________________________ Комментарии: *Идентификация личности Влада монаха лишь предположительная. * Петер Гереб *из Виришморта был судьей и главой Сибиу в 1467 году, позже его казнят на городской площади из-за его участия в восстании против Корвина (последнему, выходит, отмечу от себя, можно так поступать с заговорщиками и претендентами на власть и не считаться кровожадным). Петерман же был богатым торговцем Сибиу родом из Валахии , Кымпулунг; город располагался на торговом пути от Рукара в Брашов. Проживавшее там немецкоязычное сообщество поддерживало тесные отношения с Сибиу. *Сборы с вам в Рукаре были самым важным источником дохода для Валахии , потому они никогда не выступали объектом пожертвования или аренды. Порт Брэйла, расположенный на Дунае, был самым важным портом страны и имел исключительное значение для торговли в западно-черноморском регионе. Решение самозваного претендента отнять доход у страны и подарить его Трансильвании также было беспрецедентным, больно сильным было его желание выслужиться. * После неудачной попытки вернуть законную власть в ноябре 1448 года , воевода бежал в Молдавию . Однако, нет никаких доказательств того, что он присутствовал при дворе Богдана II. Возможно, он нашел прибежище среди молдавских бояр, которые были сторонниками его семьи. Позже воевода вынужден перебраться в Трансильванию, после того, как Владислав оказывается в той же ситуации, что и многие воеводы до него и потому лишается поддержки венгров. *Джоаджу (рум. Geoagiu, ung. Algyógy) расположен в судце Хунедоара, где семья Хуньяди владела обширными владениями и была окружена многочисленными сторонниками. Авторы книги Corpus Draculianum противоречат себе , сначала пишут, что венгры убрали Владислава из-за его проосманской политики, а потом, что убийство воеводы мог заказать Хуньяди , чтобы, дословно: «Хуньяди хотел предотвратить нападение Влада воеводы на Владислава , чтобы не нарушать перемирие с османами». Несколько различные утверждения. Да и зачем бы Владу вообще тогда находиться именно в Джоаджу, «где семья Хуньяди владела обширными владениями и была окружена многочисленными сторонниками». Меня, честно, настораживает ко всему попытка авторов книги постоянно оспорить слова воеводы в документах (не раз то замечаю в комментариях, мол, «воевода вводит в заблуждение», или «на деле же причиной было иное, а не указанное воеводой» (они, видно, вместо воеводы куда лучше знают, что же причиной чего и было в 15 веке , в данном случае тот же пример, все ведь черным по белому писано, кто покушался и зачем) и предположить «свою» версию. Бессмысленно то. А вот какова цель подобных комментариев мне неизвестно. Примером, одним из многочисленных об оспаривании , откровенном опровержении слов воеводы в письме своим утверждением, является и комментарий к фразе «Но по воле Господа смогли мы сами без всякой помощи земли свои вернуть». В комментарии к данной фразе авторы вышеупомянутого издания обвиняют воеводу во

лжи, приводя основой совершенно пустую формальную присягу Постуму марта 1456 и утверждая, что (как оказывается, уже не Хуньяди убить хотел, как ранее ими было заявлено) с помощью Хуньяди. В поддержку версий приводятся документы, не являющиеся доказательствами указанных фактов даже косвенно. В некоторых комментариях авторы издания обвиняют воеводу в том, что он выставил ультиматум, не предлагая никаких переговоров, и это к данной фразе : «Потому сим письмом просим мы всех и каждого из вас о том, чтобы во имя Господа и по заповедям веры католической, а также ради поддержания между нами братского мира и дружбы (!), вы, прочтя наше письмо , нам непременно ответ написали или доложили, (!)желаете ли далее соблюдать письменно установленный (!)нами и вами порядок и быть тому преданными. Ежели не желаете того более, то тотчас сообщите нам , дабы мы могли властвовать и править». Уж не знаю, как еще мягче можно написать после покушения на свое убийство, после предательства и тайного заговора, правитель , заключивший ранее с вами договор, просит вас сообщить о вашем предпочтении в действиях. Не могу понять, какую цель преследуют авторы такими комментариями.

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