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Autumn Lady's-tresses - Tranças-de-outono (Spiranthes spiralis)

Lisbon/Portugal (30/09/2024)

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Dragon of Dorne - Chapter I

A tale in which, during his marriage to Alicent, Viserys falls for a Dornish Lady of the Court and takes her as a second wife behind closed doors.

His relations were kept secret to all but his Hand and his Queen, at the behest of his young lady-wife.

Alicent is grateful for the reprieve, as although Viserys remains a dutiful husband, he has started to visit her chambers fewer times as his love for his newest wife grew.

This, of course, irked Otto Hightower. The man grew worrisome that if Viserys' third wife were to bear a boy, he would hold greater favour to be named as heir than his own daughter's children.

So when Viserys' third wife gasped her last breath in the midst of agonising and violent labours, leaving only a daughter in this world before passing into the next - well no one truly batted an eye, for a woman's labour and the task of birth, though an expected duty was a cruel and gruesome fate some failed to survive.

But Viserys' heart grew softened towards his surviving daughter, who somehow managed to resemble his first wife and last.

And thus, was born Viserys' youngest daughter - Alaynha Targaryen.

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Alaynha Targaryen was a bright-hearted and loving girl, growing up in the Keep alongside her half-siblings - Aegon, Aemond, and Helaena - she had never been left alone long enough to feel unwanted or unloved.

Over the years, it had been Aegon who had taken her flying on Sunfyre towards the horizon, over calm oceans and tumultuous seas when she cried in his arms about her dragon that did not hatch.

It had been Helaena who whispered to her the dragon dreams of a beast, quiet and grey, that hid between the clouds and skimmed across the ocean's surface.

It had been Aemond who sought out the dragon, Alyanha holding him tight as they rode on dragon-back upon Vhagar, so she could finally claim it as her own.

It was her three siblings who cherished her wholeheartedly, even if she was not wholly their blood but simply half. It was her three siblings, whom she admired so graciously and so lovingly, that encouraged her to claim a dragon so wild and free that she was able to be where she was at this moment in time.

***

Alaynha rode on dragon-back upon her mount, a shy and young dragon that spent his years hunting across the sea and hiding amongst the clouds.

Grey Ghost.

A most honourable partner, should a Targaryen seek such a quality in a dragon.

Having spent most of her years wandering the Keep, she revelled in the freedom of flying whenever she got the chance. Unfortunately, the chance of doing so was rarer than she would like - both her protective father and kind stepmother fearful they would lose the girl much like her father had lost her mother.

***

Alaynha was only a babe when her mother passed, barely a gasp of breath in this new world when her mother took her last.

There were no portraits in the Keep, but her father would say he had her mother's eyes - dark and warm, like a beautiful autumn evening where the ground, deep and muddy, is flourished in hues of every shade from falling leaves and sprouting flowers.

She also had her mother's complexion, a glowing bronze in the flamed torches at every corner of her home. But her hair, long and twisting curls, were what made her ancestry undeniable.

Lucious white tresses that fell in wild and messy waves lay freely down her back. Her father would say they resembled that of his first wife's, and sometimes when he would look at her it'd seem as though he was staring into the eyes of a ghost or the shadow of an echo.

Alaynha was never sure if he was seeing his first wife or last, but each time she saw his stare her heart burned with pity for the old and decaying man, who simply craved love and affection from the women who had died brutal and unkind deaths.

Her stepmother was a religious woman, so caring and compassionate, that although Alaynha was not her own blood she treated her as though she was.

Alicent raised her as her own, grew to love and cherish her, to see her as an extension of not only Viserys but her own children. They grew up together, loved each other, and held each other close.

Alaynha was a secret Alicent wanted to keep forever.

Rhaenyra had already taken her son's eye, had taken Alicent's dignity and any respect she may have once held in Court. Alicent would not let Rhaenyra take her youngest daughter too.

Not when they managed to keep her hidden for so long.

Viserys tried to convince Alicent he did not hide the girl from his eldest daughter out of shame, but she knew better. She knew questions would arise because of the colour of her eyes or her complexion - questions Viserys did not want to answer to.

So when she had been old enough, perhaps two namedays or three, Alaynha had been sent off to live with her late mother's family in a city in Dorne, being taught the duties of a Lady until she could return home and learn that of a Princess'.

When Rhaenyra had left for Dragonstone, Daemon at her side and her husband dead, Alicent let out a quiet sigh of relief. Her throat ached with gratitude at Rhaenyra's departure, as it meant her young child could return home from Dorne.

When Alaynha had returned to King's Landing, she cried for her brother who lost an eye, as he consoled her with the revelation he had gotten a dragon in return. Aemond made her promise to shed no more tears over a worthwhile sacrifice, assuring her that now he had the largest dragon in all the Seven Kingdoms, he would help her claim one of her own.

She still sniffled, latching onto her brother's side, inconsolable by the sheer violence he had endured, but accepted nonetheless.

It had only been a few years later when her siblings helped her find her life-long companion in her large and bashful dragon.

Alaynha had been taught the duties of a Princess from then on, kept close to Alicent's side if she was not at her brothers'.

Alicent couldn't explain her love for the girl, she had barely spoken to the girl's mother - her sister-wife - before the young lady had passed. But there was a fondness that grew so quickly, and soon it became as though she was simply staring at a child that was her own.

***

Alaynha reminisced over the small moments as she rode her dragon, her heart growing softer as she thought of all the affection she received from her family. She was only half Targaryen, but she was wholly their's.

Perhaps that was why time had slipped so quickly through her fingers, the sky darkening quickly before she realised that she had been cruising the sea for what must have been hours now upon her patient mount.

She sucked in a sharp breath, the darkening sky a reminder that she was to attend dinner with her family this evening - her Kepa would be there too. And, how dearly she had missed him. Father.

Her father had been kept dosed upon milk of the poppy, too far out of his mind to tell her apart from Aemma and her own mother, or Rhaenyra and herself.

***

There was a petition for Driftmark today between Vaemond and her nephew Lucerys. Her grandsire - simply in name - Otto Hightower had asked for her to stay away from the Keep until the matters had been dealt with, then she could return to the Keep when everyone had returned to their chambers and if all went their way, Rhaenyra would return with her family to Dragonstone the next morning and all would be set right.

Those plans had changed when Viserys denied his milk of the poppy, asking instead that a dinner party be held the same evening. He had summoned her at that moment, beckoning her closer before laying a gentle hand on the curve of her cheek - "my sweet child, I have done you wrong. Hiding you away from your blood. But no longer - today you shall meet your sister and nephews. Today you shall meet my brother - your uncle."

She had been nervous at his words, growing worrisome that her sister would dislike her because they did not share the same blood completely. Feared that her newphews would hurt her as they had done to Aemond.

There were restless whispers murmuring through her mind as she rested within her chambers, waiting for the petition for Driftmark to begin before she could sneak off to ride on her dragon. Aegon had come to see her before the petition began, and for all his faults - a drunken, petulant man who was never given the opportunity to be a child, simply a challenge to a throne he did not want - he was a great listener, offering comfort when he heard her speak of her fears aloud.

Aegon had to leave shortly after, though quite reluctantly. And Alaynha had taken that moment to sneak through the tunnels of the Keep to find her dragon whilst remaining undetected.

***

Alaynha was on her way back towards the Keep, her throat clogging up with a heavy weight as butterflies squirmed within the pit of her stomach. She didn't feel nauseous, but it was something close.

As the Keep grew closer, Alaynha began to wonder how this would all go. And even as she unmounted her majestic, pale beast, she did not let herself escape the confines of her mind - fearful she would turn away and return to the skies, too hesitant to take a step closer.

***

Alicent had not been happy with Viserys' decision to introduce Alaynha to Rhaenyra. The truth was no one was, and some part of Viserys was hesitant too. Fearful of the rejection his young girl may face, much like all his other children had.

Viserys was not blind to the favouritism he played, nor the feelings his children held towards each other. But remaining drunk upon the milk of poppy made it easier to ignore such notions, and act oblivious to the disharmony that existed in the blood of his dragons.

He had been growing worrisome, not having started the feast as he waited restlessly for his daughter to come, unbothered by the curious stares of Rhaenyra or Daemon. His mind began to wander as he imagined the sorts of horrors she could have experienced during her flight around the sea, blaming himself for allowing her to be out so late or at least not sending Aegon or Aemond as company.

"Is there a reason you wait, brother?"

Daemon's voice sounded placid, but there was a growing frustration as the table sat in a tense silence waiting for the King to make his move.

It seemed as though Viserys didn't hear him, and Dsemon rolled his eyes in annoyance. Instead, the man turned towards his wife, eyes glancing towards the empty chair that sat between Aegon and Aemond as he spoke - "where is my dearest daughter? I fear we cannot begin without her."

Alicent opened her mouth to reply, but a saddened voice spoke from behind Viserys, concern colouring her tone as Rhaenyra spoke - "I am right here, fath-

"I am sure she is on her way, my love."

Rhaenyra looked towards Alicent accusingly, and she truly wanted to laugh out of incredulity. For Rhaenyra to make such a bolstered claim, thinking her father spoke so sweetly of her instead of another was quite amusing, indeed. It made the possibility of Rhaenyra meeting her youngest sister slightly more tasteful.

"If it would ease you, Your Grace, I can go fetch the girl. She has likely forgotten about her promise to dine, distracted by her books and dragons."

Otto spoke precariously, knowing the girl was only out dragon-riding at his behest and though Viserys agreed at the time, reminding the man of such a thing when he was so wound with worry would do no one any good. And perhaps a reluctant part of Otto, the same part of him that cared and loved his sweet Helaena, had also grown fond of Alaynha.

Alicent spoke, fingers fiddling with each other as she pinched at the skin of her thumb. A blatant sign of her own anxiousness at her daughter's absence, "yes, that wou-"

The doors were opened, but no announcement was made. Instead, a frantic voice echoed across the hall as a young girl dressed haphazardly in a prim and proper light blue dress bound up the stairs - "Kepa! I am so sorry! I hadn't realised how late it had gotten."

Daemon Targaryen was a man of few words, preferring to show his anger out on the battlefield or his passion in the confines of his chambers. He had sat quietly so far, only a nodded greeting to his brother as he joined them was an indication that he was actually paying attention.

And now, eyes trained on the young girl who stood in front of him, cheeks heated from the cold wind brushing roughly against them, and eyes blazing and wild from the high of riding a dragon so freely. He felt a warmth begin to fill his blood, his face passive as his eyes burned at the sight of her.

Who was this girl? Was she his niece?

She had called Viserys father, but surely her mother could not be Alicent?

Was she a bastard, much like his own step-children?

Or an orphan they had pitied and taken in?

Daemon knew one thing for sure, the girl who stood in front of him - a timid smile and fumbling fingers - had captured his interest. Had ignited a flame he long believed to have been put out - tamed and tempered by Laena Valeryon. Extinguished by Rhaenyra Targaryen.

The Rhaenyra he had fallen for all those years ago had not been the same one he had married that day in Dragonstone, but she had Rhaenyra's eyes, her hair and her face, her voice and her touch.

Daemon had convinced himself he would need time to readjust, time to accept her as she was.

They had two children together, another on their way.

Daemon had accepted, he had conceded. And still, he felt like half the man he used to be, an ounce of the warrior that used to ignite his soul.

Now, violet hues clashing with glowing brown, he felt the dragon within him ignite and rise from the ashes of a man scorched and burned.

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[sweet-n-s4lty]

Cupid & The Crown: Chapter The First.

ꪆৎ ˚⋅Yuji Itadori x reader -> Fluff + Royal AU Content Warnings: None 1.2k words. ˚⋅ᡣ𐭩

Yuji Itadori; surely a name that belonged to someone extraordinary, you’d assumed.

That was the only feasible means by which a commoner boy could be recognised by your father, especially in such a lionised manner. In fact, for the past week or so, it seemed that the angels may descend from heaven just to sing praise to his name.

At present, it felt like all that pricked up one’s ears.

You were sick of the name, sick of hearing it, and frankly, sick of him.

Autumn’s serenity eventually crept in, its cooler lull gracefully sweeping over the kingdom, leaving a familiar, cosy, rustic hue in its wake. The air constantly smelled like oncoming rain and the scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the palace walls, the residents taking refuge in a warm brew at the crack of dawn. Autumn meant a lot of things; the end of the sweltering hell that was summer, the pleasing crunch under your boots, the cinnamony change in the menus at breakfast, and finally, perhaps your favourite reason, school. Truthfully, your education never really stopped like everyone else’s did, a princess’s duty never ends, says your father– he’s like a broken record, chanting the same philosophies like a mantra– but summer does mean you’re allowed very scarce freedom that the usual academic year doesn't provide. A few more hours of free time you’d normally use for sewing or learning to play the piano were spent with frequent visits to the oasis that was the library, or better yet, accompanying the maids in the garden and gossiping like cracked bell clappers. But nothing on this earth mattered more than the pride that swelled in your chest, threatening to make you burst at the very seems, than the praise that accompanied the hard-earned results that inevitably came after your many fruitful endeavours. 

So your ambition-masked covetous nature meant that the constant praise that left your father’s mouth about this unknown boy had you green with envy. 

“Who even is he? I’ve heard his name more than my own at this point…” you huffed, embroidering patterns into a handkerchief. Nobara, your beloved, faithful friend, sat next to you, sipping a cup of freshly brewed Earl Grey tea as she listened, a smile on her lips. “What on earth are you laughing for? You’re hopeless–”

“I’m hopeless?!”

“Yes! I’m ranting my emotions to you, pouring out my poor, broken heart and you–” You sniffled dramatically, hand on your heart in faux woundedness. “You mock me?”

“Well, yes— {Name}, my love, need I remind you that you don’t know this random boy? He’s an angel according to everyone else, his reputation precedes him, boo.” You sighed, a dramatic grimace on your face, nose scrunched in stubborn defeat. 

“Dad talks my ear off about him, and he completely disregarded the fact I managed to master ‘El Contrabandista’ this morning, all gruelling 10 or so minutes of it. I feel like that’s an achievement…is it not?”

Nobara let out an ‘aw’, setting down her teacup and scooting closer to you on the stone bench, slender arms hugging around you, the deep coffee brown of frilled gown tickled against your collarbone. “Poor, academically validated princess— for what it’s worth, I think you did amazing. phenomenal, even, don't be disheartened, poor baby.”

She did have the tendency to coddle, bless her heart. Frankly, she joked whenever she sensed you were sad, but she meant well. “I’m not a baby.” 

“To me, you are–”

“We’re the same age?!”

You sat at your vanity with a frown on your face, soft, small hands entangled in your hair, belonging to the esteemed lady’s maid, Momo. She looked younger than she really was; in fact, the first day you were introduced to her, you thought her delicately framed appearance belonged to that of a child. 

Currently, she was standing behind you, carefully placing your tresses into an elegant updo before delicately placing your tiara on your head. “Perfect.”

“Yeah, perfect” You echoed.

“Say, y/n–” Momo hummed in thought. “Pray tell, why are you to be dressed as such? Don’t you usually have embroidery classes?

“I do.”

“So?”

You let out a heavy sigh. “Dad hates me.”

“Now, I doubt His Majesty could ever hate you.”

“...I digress.”

She rolled her eyes. She’s been used to your dramatics for years. Your vignette was laced with irritation and that familiar frown found its way onto your face, brow line creasing in your utter vexation. Distaste was painted all over your pretty face and she couldn’t help but pinch your cheek in teasing ire of her own. “You’re such a drama queen.” She scoffed. “You’re gonna get wrinkles if you aren’t careful.” Her shrill voice mused. Her fingers let go of your sourly puffed cheek before the pads of them replaced it. Delicately, her touch was almost like feathers dusting past your skin. She dabbed some rouge onto your skin, before cupping your face examining it and smiling.

“As gorgeous as ever, your Royal Highness.”  You felt a flush as you smiled and stood, smoothing out your dress and taking one final glance in the mirror before Miwa, your lady-in-waiting, trekked behind you, feathery steps making subtle thuds in the carpet below, so subtle it would be easy to miss if not for the silence in the halls leading up to the throne room. 

The giant oak doors unbarred, swinging out of your direction to let you through. The corroded hinges groaned in sluggish movement before screeching to a halt, your cue to finally walk in, adorned flats leading you behind your father who was sat a his throne. You took your seat at the throne behind him, nodding greeting at the head of royal knights, Maki Zenin, a woman of the strongest stature you knew, ex-duchess and lady of the Zenin family, one of the most esteemed names in the kingdom. 

The doors to the throne room slowly moved aside, a young boy in his teens having walked in. His hair was short, tufts of rose exploding off of the top of his head, the underside buzzed. His skin was sunkissed, boring the colour of a tanned ecru. He was knelt down, the knee of his breeches digging into the crimson of the soft rug below. Maki spoke up. Taking a step forward as the leader of the royal knights.

“We are here today to honour not just a squire—” Her voice boomed, bouncing off the walls of the palace. “But a young man who shows ambition to protect our kingdom. Let me reinforce that knighthood is nary just a title, but responsibility, a sworn duty to place one’s life on the line to protect our realm and our Royal Majesties.” She took a step back as the King stood. 

“Do you— Yuji Itadori— solemnly swear to serve your King in duty, serve your country, and specifically serve her Royal Highness, the princess?”

“Yes, Your Highness…”

“Then by the power vested upon me by the crown, I hereby knight you.” The sword unsheathed, glimmering steel slowly descending upon Itadori’s shoulder. As the King tucked his blade away, the boy’s eyes looked up, for a second, meeting yours. Gleaming tawny held your gaze, pools of honey swirling in mousy brown. It was hard to believe that this was your now assigned knight.

Your now sworn protector.

Lmao idk why this took so long to make but hopefully, you enjoy this but omg my first big girl project here, everybody cheer!!

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Vanda coerulea กล้วยไม้ "ฟ้ามุ่ย" commonly known as blue orchid, blue vanda or autumn lady's tresses, is a species of orchid found in Northeast India with its range extending to China and Thailand It has bluish purple flowers which are very long-lasting compared to other orchids

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Witchcraft Plant and Herb safety

🦋Research what plants you ingest and put into your teas. Some plants/herbs don't go together and become toxic

🦋Research what herbs you are turning to make sure it's not toxic [eg: poison ivy]

🦋Do not ingest any herbal remedies without consultation with your doctor and/or Herbalist

🦋Unless you are 100% certain what you have foraged is the correct plant put it back

🦋delightingintragedy's post on what oils to avoid while pregnant

Some toxic and poisonous plants

Abrus precatorius - Crab’s eye, Gidee gidee, Jequirity bean, Rosary bean

Aconitum species - Monkshood, Wolf’s bane

Asclepias curassavica - Red-headed cotton bush

Asclepias fruiticosa - Gomphocarpus fruiticosa, Swan plant

Asclepias physocarpa - Balloon cotton bush

Acokanthera species - Bushman’s poison

Atropa belladonna - Belladonna, Deadly nightshade

Brugmansia species - Angel’s trumpet

Casabella thevetia or Thevetia peruviana - Lucky nut, Yellow oleander

Cestrum diurnum - Day-blooming cestrum, Day jessamine

Cestrum nocturnum - Lady of the night, Night jessamine

Colchicum autumnale - Autumn crocus, Crocus, Meadow saffron

Conium maculatum - Hemlock

Consolida species - Larkspur

Convallaria majalis - Lily-of-the-valley

Corynocarpus laevigatus - New Zealand laurel, Karaka nut

Cycas species - Cycad, Zamia

Daphne species - Daphne, Garland flower, Lilac daphne, Mezereon, Rose daphne, Spurge laurel, Winter daphne

Datura species - Angel’s trumpet

Datura metel - Downy thorn apple, Horn of plenty

Datura stramonium - Common thorn apple, Jamestown weed, Jimson weed

Delphinium species - Delphinium

Dieffenbachia - Dumb cane

Digitalis species - Foxglove

Duranta erecta/Duranta repens - Golden dewdrop, Sky flower

Euphorbia species - Euphorbia, Spurge

Gloriosa superba - Climbing lily, Glory lily

Gomphocarpus fruiticosa - Asclepias fruiticosa, Swan plant

Gomphocarpus physocarpus -  Asclepias physocarpa, Balloon cotton

Helleborus species - Christmas rose, Corsican Hellebore, Easter rose, Hellebore, Lenten rose

Hyoscyamus niger - Black henbane, Henbane

Jatropha multifida - Coral plant, Physic nut

 Laburnum species - Golden chain tree, Golden rain, Laburnum, Scotch laburnum

Lantana camara - Lantana, Shrub verbena

Lepidozamia species - Cycad, Zamia

Lobelia species - Cardinal flower, Lobelia

Macrozamia species - Cycad, Zamia

Melia azedarach - Bead tree, Cape lilac, Chinaberry, Persian lilac, Rosary tree, White ceda

Nerium oleander - Oleander, Rose laurel

Oenanthe crocata - Water dropwort, Hemlock

Ornithogalum species - Common star of Bethlehem, Chincherinchee, Giant chincherinchee, Star of Bethlehem

Rhodomyrtus macrocarpa - Cooktown loquat, Finger cherry, Wannakai

Ricinis communis - Castor oil plant

Solanum dulcamara - Bittersweet, Climbing nightshade

Solanum nigrum - Black nightshade, Common nightshade

Solanum pseudocapsicum - Christmas cherry, Jerusalem cherry, Winter cherry

Stropanthus species - Corkscrew flower, Spider tresses, Stropanthus

Thevetia peruviana or Casabella thevetia - Lucky nut, Yellow oleander

Toxicodendron succedaneum - Rhus, Rhus tree, Wax tree, Poison sumac

Veratrum species - False hellebores

Golden dewdrop

Black bean tree

Poison ivy

Strychnine tree 

Gympie gympie

Asparagus Fern (asparagus plumosus) (sprengeri)

Avocado (persea americana)

Blue Gum (eucalyptus globulus)

Buddist Pine (poddocarpus Macrophyllus)

Cacti :Bunny Ears (opuntia microdasy’s alkispina)

Column (cereus peruvianus)

Rat’s Tail (aporocactus flagelliformis)

Sunset (lokwia famatimensis)

Caladium (Angel’s Wings)

Century Plant

Crown of Thorns (euphorbia milii splendens)

Cyclamen

Dieffenbachia

Holly (ilex)

Ivy :Cape (tenecio macroglossus)

(hedera helix)

(senecio mikanioides)

Glacier (hedera helix glacier)

Gloire de Marengo (hedera canariensis)

Needlepoint (hedera helix sagittlae folica)

Jerusalem Cherry (solanum pseudocapsicum)

Mistletoe (phoradendron flavescens)

Philodendron :Arrowhead (syngonium podophyllum)

Black Gold ( ph. melanochryson)

Devil’s Ivy (Pothos) (scindapsus aureus)

Elephant’s Ear (philodendron hastatum)

Fiddle Leaf (ph. pandurae forme)

Green Gold (syngonium podophyllum)

Marble Queen (scindapsus aureus)

Ornamental Pepper (capsicum annuum)

Silver Vine (scindapsus pictus)

Split Leaf (monstera delicosa)

Sweetheart Vine (philodendron scandens)

Red (hemigraphis colorata)

Umbrella Plant (cyperus)

Azalea (azalea indica)Bleeding Heart (dicentra formosa)

Calla Lily (zantedeschia aethiopica)

Carnation (dianthus caryophyllus)

Castor-oil plant (ricinus communis)

Chinese or Japanese Lantern (physalis)

Chrysanthemum

Clematis

Crocus (colchicum autumnale)

Daffodil (narcissus)

DelphineumGladiola (bulb)

Hyacinthe (hyacinthus orientalis)

Iris

Jonquil (narcissus)Morning Glory (ipomaea tricolour)

Narcissus

Oleander (nerium oleander)

Pansy (seeds) (viola tricolour)

Peony (root) (paeonia officinalis)

Primrose (primula)

Sweet Pea (lathyrus odoratus)

Sweet William (dianthus barbatus)

Potato (green patches on tubers & above ground part)

Rhubarb leaves

Tomato greens

Black Locust (robinia pseudoacacia)

Buckthorn (rhamnus cathartica)Elderberry (not berries)

Horse Chestnut (aesculus hippocastanum)

Hydrangea

Laburnum (laburnum anagyroides)

Privet (ligustrum vulgare)

Virginia Creeper (ampelopis brevipedunculata)

More Links

Sources: Austin Health AU, Canadian Child Care Federation

🦋Poison info plants and mushrooms - Queensland

🦋Aggie Horticulture

🦋Guide to toxic plants - National Poisons Information Centre Ireland

🦋199 Poisonous Plants to Look Out For - ProFlowers

🦋Poisonous Plants: Poisons A to Z

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Holidays 11.3

Holidays

Autumn Lady’s Tresses Day

Civcil Aviation Workers’ Day (Belarus)

Cliché Day

Cuena Day (Ecuador)

Culture Day (a.k.a. Bunka no hi; Japan)

Day of Artillery & Rocket Forces (Ukraine)

Day of the Mountain Troops (Romania)

End Gossip Day

Engineering Troops Day (Ukraine)

Flag Day (Palestine; United Arab Emirates)

Give Someone a Dollar Today Day

Godzilla Day (Japan)

Housewives (or Housewife's) Day

Hubertus (Poland)

International Day for Biosphere Reserves

International Day of Jewelers & Watchmakers

International Science Joke Day

International Stonework Play Day

Jerusalem Artichoke Day (French Republic)

Let Someone Have the Last Word Day

Manga Day (Japan)

Mother’s Day (East Timor)

National Accessory Day

National Advent Calendar Day

National Canine Companion Graduation Day

National Homemaker Day (f.k.a. National Housewife’s Day)

National Jigsaw Day (UK)

National Landlord Day

National Smart Home Day

National Women’s Day (East Timor)

Separation Day (Panama)

Serpent’s Dance (Elder Scrolls)

Smart Home Day

SOS Day

Tunnel Day (New York)

Victory Day (Maldives)

Washing Machine Day

World Basking Shark Day

World Cosplay Day

World Jellyfish Day

World One Health Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

National Sandwich Day

Independence & Related Days

Cuenca Independence Day (Ecuador)

Dominica (from UK, 1978)

Leylandiistan & Gurvata (Declared; 2012) [unrecognized]

Micronesia (from US, 1986)

Panama (from Colombia, 1903)

Richensland (Declared; 2020) [unrecognized]

1st Sunday in November

All Saints' Day (Denmark) [1st Sunday]

Beteoapo Day (Southeastern Cross-Quarter; Aretéanism) [1st Sunday] (Be Excellent to Each Other, and Party On!)

Festival of Incompetence [1st Sunday]

Grandparents’ Day (Australia) [1st Sunday]

International Day of Prayer for the Persecuted Church [1st Sunday]

National Day of Remembrance for Americans Killed by Illegal Aliens [1st Sunday]

National Sleep-In Day [1st Sunday]

Seven For Sunday [Every Sunday]

Snack Sunday [1st Sunday of Each Month]

Social Workers’ Day (Ukraine) [1st Sunday]

Spiritual Sunday [1st Sunday of Each Month]

Start Over Sunday [1st Sunday of Each Month]

Sundae Sunday [Every Sunday]

Sunday Funday [Every Sunday]

TransParent Day [1st Sunday]

World Meditation Day [1st Sunday of Every Month]

Zero-Tasking Day [1st Sunday]

Weekly Holidays beginning November 3 (1st Full Week of November)

American Art Week (thru 11.9) [1st Full Week]

Bird Health Awareness Week (thru 11.9) [1st Full Week]

Drowsy Driving Prevention Week (thru 11.9) [1st Full Week]

Give Wildlife a Brake Week (thru 11.9) [1st Full Week]

National Allied Health Week (thru 11.9) [1st Full Week]

National Animal Shelter and Rescue Appreciation Week Week (thru 11.9) [1st Full Week]

National Fig Week (thru 11.9) [1st Full Week]

National Diabetes Education Week (thru 11.9) [1st Full Week]

National Public Week (thru 11.9) [1st Full Week]

National Radiological Technology Week (thru 11.9) [1st Full Week]

National Vocation Awareness Week (thru 11.9) [1st Full Week]

Polar Bear Week (thru 11.9) [1st Full Week]

World Communication Week (thru 11.9) [1st Full Week]

Festivals Beginning November 3, 2024

Africa International Film Festival (Lagos, Nigeria) [thru 11.9]

The Bloody Mary Festival (Denver, Colorado)

Greenville FunFest (Greenville, South Carolina)

Harvest Home Festival & 5K Run (North Grafton, Massachusetts)

New England Christmas Festival (Uncasville, Connecticut) [thru 11.5]

Pack Expo International (Chicago, Illinois) [thru 11.6]

Vladivostok International Jazz Festival (Vladivostok, Russia) [thru 11.22]

Feast Days

Acepsimas of Hnaita and companions (Greek Orthodox Church)

Ambrose Bierce Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

André Malraux (Writerism)

Annibale Carracci (Artology)

Benvenuto Cellini (Artology)

Betcha Festival (Japan)

Clydog (Christian; Saint)

Cristiolus (Christian; Saint)

Diwali, Day 4 (Hindu, Jain, Sikh), a.k.a. ... 

Day of Cowdung (Krishna)

Day of Oxen

Day of Self (Newar)

Gobardhan Puja (Krishna)

Goru Puja

Goru Tihar

Mha Puja (Newar)

Ed Murawinski (Artology)

Elias I of Antioch (Syriac Orthodox Church)

Ermengol (a.k.a. Hermengaudius; Christian; Saint)

Flour (Christian; Saint)

Gaudiosus of Tarazona (Christian; Saint)

Goseki Kojima (Artology)

Gustaf Tenggren (Artology)

Gwenfrewi (Celtic Book of Days)

Gwenhael (Christian; Saint)

Hegel (Positivist; Saint)

Hilaria (a.k.a. Cybele’s day; Day of Joy and Old Roman Spring Festival; Ancient Rome) [also 3.25]

Hubertus (a.k.a. Hubert; Christian; Saint) [Belgium]

Isia (Rebirth of Osiris Festival; Ancient Egypt; Everyday Wicca)

Isis Cult Feast (Ancient Rome)

Isis/Osiris Mysteries VII (Pagan)

Jesús Blasco (Artology)

Kissing Frogs Day (Pastafarian)

Libertine (Christian; Saint)

Lois Mailou Jones (Artology)

Malachy O' More (Christian; Saint)

Manuel Lozano Garrido (Christian; Blessed)

Martin Cruz Smith (Writerism)

Martin de Porres (Christian; Saint)

Papulus (Christian; Saint)

Parsley Scattering Season Ends (Shamanism)

Pirmin (a.k.a. Priminius; Christian; Saint)

QuestPit Pitch Day

Richard Hooker (Anglican Communion)

Rumwold of Buckingham (a.k.a. Rumbald or Rumald; Christian; Saint)

Rupert Mayer (Christian; Blessed)

Silvia (Christian; Saint)

Small Furry Creatures Appreciation Day (Pastafarian)

Takao Saito (Artology)

Terence McNally (Writerism)

Whizzy (Muppetism)

Willian Cullen Bryant (Writerism)

Winifrede (Christian; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Fatal Day (Pagan) [21 of 24]

Prime Number Day: 307 [63 of 72]

Shakku (赤口 Japan) [Bad luck all day, except at noon.]

Unfortunate Day (Pagan) [52 of 57]

Premieres

Abandoned Luncheonette, by Hall and Oates (Album; 1973)

At the Hop, by Danny and the Juniors (Song; 1957)

… Baby One More Time, by Britney Spears (Song; 1998)

Borat (Film; 2006)

Carrie (Film; 1976)

Charlie’s Angels (Film; 2000)

Different Strokes (TV Series; 1978)

Dune: Part 2 (Film; 2023)

The Fabulous Johnny Cash, by Johnny Cash (Album; 1958)

Fiddler on the Roof (Film; 1971)

Flushed Away (Animated Aardman Film; 2006)

The Goddess of Spring (Silly Symphony Disney Cartoon; 1934)

The Golden Apples of the Sun, by Ray Bradbury (Short Story; 1953)

Good Morning America (TV Morning Show; 1975)

Great Balls of Fire, by Jerry Lee Lewis (Song; 1957)

Guys and Dolls (Film; 1955)

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (Film; 2002) [#2]

Hawks & Doves, by Neil Young (Album; 1980)

His Dark Materials (UK TV Series; 2019)

Hold That Pose (Disney Cartoon; 1950)

I Will Always Love You, Whitney Houston version (Song; 1992)

Jittery Jester (Woody Woodpecker Carton; 1958)

Lady Bird (Film; 2017)

The Mad Hatter (Color Rhapsody Cartoon; 1940)

The Nanny (TV Series; 1993)

The Navy (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1930)

Never Sock a Baby (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1939)

Ninotchka (Film; 1939)

One Mouse in a Million (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1939)

Pippi Longstocking, by Astrid Lindgren (Children’s Book; 1945)

Puss in Boots (Ub Iwerks Laugh-O-Grams Cartoon; 1922)

Rage Against the Machine, by Rage Against the Machine (Album; 1992)

Red Queen to Gryphon Three, by Gryphon (Album; 1974)

Salt Water Taffy (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1930)

Sleepy Time Possum (WB MM Cartoon; 1951)

So Lonely, by the Police (Song; 1978)

Thank U, Next, by Ariana Grande (Song; 2018)

Thor: Ragnarok (Film; 2017)

Tokyo Story (Film; 1953)

Unbelievable, by EMF (Song; 1990)

The Village Blacksmith, featuring Farmer Al Falfa (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1933)

The Voice of the Turkey (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1950)

Wild and Woolfy (Tex Avery Droopy MGM Cartoon; 1945)

Today’s Name Days

Hubert, Martin, Pirmin, Rupert, Silvia (Austria)

Hubert, Martin, Silvija, Tvrtko (Croatia)

Hubert (Czech Republic)

Hubertus (Denmark)

Kaido, Kaidu, Kaimar, Kaimo, Kairo, Kaivo (Estonia)

Terho (Finland)

Gwenaël, Hubert (France)

Hubert, Martin, Pirmin, Silvia (Germany)

Győző (Hungary)

Amico, Giusto, Silvia (Italy)

Dagnija, Ērika (Latvia)

Hubertas, Silvija, Vidmantas (Lithuania)

Raymond, Roy (Norway)

Bogumił, Cezary, Chwalisław, Hubert, Huberta, Sylwia (Poland)

Achepsima, Aitala, Iosif (Romania)

Hubert (Slovakia)

Martín, Silvia (Spain)

Hubert, Hugo (Sweden)

Hobart, Hubert, Huberta, Malachi, Silvia, Sylvia, Winfred, Winifred, Winnie (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 308 of 2024; 58 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 7 of Week 44 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Hagal (Hailstone) [Day 8 of 28]

Chinese: Month 10 (Yi-Hai), Day 3 (Xin-Wei)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 2 Heshvan 5785

Islamic: 1 Jumada I 1446

J Cal: 8 Wood; Oneday [8 of 30]

Julian: 21 October 2024

Moon: 4%: Waxing Crescent

Positivist: 28 Descartes (11th Month) [Hume]

Runic Half Month: Wyn (Joy) [Day 12 of 15]

Season: Autumn or Fall (Day 42 of 90)

Week: 1st Full Week of November

Zodiac: Scorpio (Day 11 of 30)

[geladriel]

〝 Lothlórien is the fairest of all the dwellings of my people.   There are no trees like the trees of that land.   For in the autumn their leaves fall not,   but turn to gold.   Not till the spring and the new green opens do they fall,   and then the boughs are laden with yellow flowers;   and the floor of the wood is golden,   and golden is the roof,   and its pillars are of silver,   for the bark of the trees is smooth and grey. 〞    (Legolas in the Fellowship of The Ring, p. 349).

It is dusk,   the autumnal air brings a slight chill,   though no greenery or Elf is in frost,   for everything is in bloom in Lórien.   The Mallorn trees,    with their golden leaves,   glow even brighter under a delight of aureate hues from the casting sun;   the Telains built on trees now shine a silver light,  the star-light glint of Caras Galadhon.   The city is alight and songlike.    For all the Elves of the fair Lórien cast their worries away in an effervescent melodic song,   just as the day comes to a close,   in preparation to feast for an evening meal,   and later blend living night and deep dream,   as is the way with Elves.

Amidst the joyous festivities of light and song,   the Lady Galadriel is in her study.   A room adorned with beautifully crafted wooden shelves,   each with their own unique design of Elven-make,   filled with literature survived from her days in Valinor,   each thought a remnant of the Years of The Trees;   of her childhood.    The desk and chair in which she currently occupies are handcrafted with the best materials of wood, intricately placed and tailored.   It is embellished with vines of effervescent green,   a harmonious contrast between the richness of mahogany.   A gift,   from Celeborn,   for he too is of the cognition that the Lady does not tire of her pursuit of knowledge.    The halcyon glow of the sun sets a halo on her golden tresses,   luminescent even further from the starlike silver of her mother's own hair.   It is in this study she most inhabits,   sleep evades her,   even in her most tiresome of days.   For as long as there is evil in Middle-earth,   she does not rest.

She gazes at a map reposed on her desk,   her eyes,   reflecting holy light   -   starlight  (a sign of her high birth in Aman under the light of the unstained White Tree and the Golden flower)   scrutinizing every inch of Middle-earth.   She is interrupted,   though not by speech or movement.   A sharp glance,   she perceives it before it occurs,   minutes before a knock is heard on the door of her study,   before a palace guard utters 〝My Lady,   we have found a human in the forests of Caras Galadhon.   He is semi-conscious and wounded.〞 It is a gift,   after all,   one she's had in the earliest of her years.   It is known that Elves possess keen sight,   bestowed upon them by Eru Ilúvatar upon their creation,   however,   the Lady Galadriel's gift of foresight and telepathy is one unmatched,   this,   united with the Ring of Water (Nenya),   nestled on her finger,   forms the Lady one of the greatest forces to remain in Middle-earth.   And for as long as she possesses the ring,   Lórien is kept pure and alive,   and no evil is permitted to penetrate it.

The Lady stands,   to the full height of her stature,   golden tresses cascading behind her back as if the great waves of Anduin are flowing through it.   The ivory in her gown casting a celestial light.   She speaks to her guards in thought,   and what they hear in their minds is the voice of their Lady,   commanding yet serene,   melodic yet succinct, 〝 I will see to this myself,   I do not wish to be followed. 〞at once,   they obey,   for they discern that no human can defeat the might of the Lady of Lothlórien;   and swiftly she moves through the aureate halls of her dwelling,   down the white stairs,   through the golden Mallorn trees,   the luminescent moon her company. She is inquisitive of the human's arrival in Lórien,   and how one might have unearthed her dearly guarded land.   At last,  she reaches him,   faint and leaning on a Mallorn tree,   his hands clutching a wound on the side of his stomach,   covered in crimson.   At once she hears him,   his voice an echo in her mind.  He is in pain,   disoriented in his dwelling;   he is of no threat to Galadriel or her kingdom.   In this,   she is prescient.   She moves to be beside him,   her ivory gown now heaped on the earth.   With her hand,   she tucks a stray black lock from his forehead to his ear.   She speaks gently.

  〝 You are far from where you have come.    I see no force of corruption in you.  You will rest in my kingdom. 〞

[libidomechanica]

“We movements, defiles”

A ballad sequence

               First Stanza

With coral beneath that hath no     stays, had He the clouded, and turning sister, pitying     chance through by charms, my dame

taught off Juan said. Which was so far     retire intoxicating the branches me to blamed     hym thought, in proper forming

rich their finger of a threading     in his dripping a golden tits arching toward part of     their right an history, and

that glance of mine. In act to Time’s     creeping shortly and most unmeek,—I knelt before he could     my wrinkled on fire: when

every face.—Shut his face. Not by     rude sound digestion, ’ said the Lady Ida: here are no     changes of promise twice

five bullets frequent in words, and     pray yow soon juan, what capacious state? Lest, till not happiness!     And gay, and every

fine style: how looks like a ballistic     missing our fury with such sweeter! Singing O darlin’     darlin’ darlin’ darlin’

darlin’ darlin’ darlin’. Women     and rosé on the lash one, I think two persuade, and on     the fold! Man’s wife; I sue

not mark of every deel. Started     is Seint Jerome, that achievement of deceive the Dogges     hem needeth fast, and

muttering as air! And for life has     when on thing, on through-in my meat and his state, hang in Sant’     Ambrogio’s! So, all the

nations which had ceaseless and     merciless roses fed, your own face some grace the current dance     with his arm over it

hath broken ben of Scots; true—tears     to hire, every day you tell me, tired with another     girdle, as if by some

reason. For their eyes presence, just     as myne oldest saint, before me, if I were theme; as suite     of these? Smile, like Esau,

for the beaty and here I bid     her autumn tresses fals, but entomb us. Or doon heeste.     How will shore: freezing cold

dominion sweet Venus from hous     and wise, ambitious mazes spreaded danced years old and rolls     the right dread of Widdin.

Most quiet on higher. Thou made     of burning silver spake and Empress, to take your reputation,     for warning: the

heau’nly harmful deeds; the waters,     some wives who make their pinions of lilies fail. To this thorny     sharks from madness is

my little aside: resuming     quite; next week; she of them, and Gods name sensual phantasied.     Felt a high and lisping

through with Plenty of this of     all mankind, keep back your helpe me chaunge of body burst wife,     lust, modest, I wad mourn

when we say, watching. We movements,     defiles. Green leaves of pathos, and pillows whom fell: mething     awkward; for his bed.

               Second Stanza

Be not fed so wikked wyves     wolde lyve parfitly, and wish I were lies and health had come     and glory spread, and what is our heart’s enough, began as     t were, away. One or two on fig skins, that didn’t maketh     kep or chart, a key … Even

there, slew both great Sea-King body,     and so allied. Thy Mother ever dipp’d with me birafte     his cause I take hold my stomacher; and to marry;     for who have loved—that love, into with Fortune sends in the     call? She order’d over.

               Third Stanza

—A moment more lily arms will     to the earth; and white flowers. Her visage, and cough one huge     Python antagonizing here are but me cast, and deem,     because I am forsaken; a tormenting, shewing     told the usual luck!

               Fourth Stanza

And less; and where is not conquest     rose with youth almost at ones. Having tears, and hoar; they     possible. Gainsay, humanity

would put then commence with     the deuill at eight of kisses and breadth and by thee my selfe,     does crowns without defended

marks upon a wide o’er? Thou     opener of their ways: this fated spot for father you     call thee what we directed

learn; there is most indignant     work’d the through the morning- ’ here to be impair, to hope to     blend with a riding them

painted, as their hue, too wise men     yblesse! Her though t were one side by sign that they can’t answered,     peace! Yet preest, so moot

I thynke, she may bithynke how me     bene fraught sun-bow that is a dog, as quiet as day,     for I would love were

solitaire? Bád nat every deel. The     two are the contends, lashed fly to this, that have said Juan, what     made her pair so sorrow

winter, sculptor, cripple free! On     the manere wonned a wicked there, must blow-��� and Morning     like to begin withal

he knew not with otherwise’ she     laid some raise than the loss of good part and starling, you shalt     win much lead and be once

it wel I woot wel it is no     shame or Greece, white, I drew men’s harsh intent to moue, whose plumage     sat victorie, that remote

recoil. By one as stern seas     long agoe: for natural. Syllables, bossed with five bits of deathmasks     into flattery!

Of good though he loud tempest, as     the leve, the love more chastitee abyde, these pretty, trifling     to show his own brain-spattern,

and, last stoops down from their planet,     thou in a new neighebores wyf go roule about     my body would like

to the Night of time. ’ It will now,     a clammy dewy head in perfections as any men;     but little to the women

together: Hugely, he reason     I’m weary death, smiles, O let myself, and his scythe towering     of death-white, I drew

all surmises. Or antiquity     forest out one troublen al his material—men     are such ladies like a

Miss America Contest. That     manly majestic piece- meal with flower add the empress,     her freight on ev’ry tree.

               Fifth Stanza

Is the one while the dream not of     those eyes and my teeth, with a virgin, made within your break     this is all Styx through of

the orange displayment. Me go:     take breath, rather beauty can be thy silver. Like a hawk,     an’ it with his Christian!

The nymph-like a ball above my     fresh from accident; it suffers now, would take the salmon     sing in I would bring the

sun beats light. I wote, it glittering     off bridge hung, shadow and left hundred I was so he     was quench’d in the first fruit;

but prepare with her e’e? That ought     aid.—Address my love, into love to the his bracelet richly     comfortable after

the shepheards doen hem of the     vast disintegration: followers keep for the fought, as     also did Miss America

Contest. Of flutes; not for     gentle she smile as he pays you back from our own image,     white of senses with your

lived for fish, and then I sent our     soft palm—Not so may, what the offer young! With they went that     there reign’d. ’ Lads come cleare. Speak!

Doth false, how shall be bound thanne wolde     I take him to her beauty’s effect on vice. Leaving at     an extraneous mixture

of solemn port, hinted too.     Yet tikled I his horrible which, but knew you see, and     white birch, glinting sea. Increased

in mocke at an extreme     effeminate skin, enough, what not enough, God woot, of content     whistles shadows bathe

away, till your place. And sabre-     like a ball above, thy sweet love when youth and noun, on treasured     much syrup ran across

it—All were there spectrum of     the world’s master, Sirens though no doubt itself and about?     And me! All those who know

that alle they fellows and gave     us, ere from the taper, bowed head cool-rooted me up     with a frown as t were

all my arbour third, they proud and     ranne out its blood: ’twas a high-designed, Heaven. As, seistow,     without slack old negro

Baba pause, in spirit down into     his imperial condescending although in its     smooth-moving to my change.

               Sixth Stanza

To ope that he is ours to thee.     My fine waste, refuse and bad us for you. To feel thing     here once I invited arrest at the main pointed fire     womankind, singing to do with that were go, whence down from     our corner wheelings of

a sometimes ocean invade with     there she hath its way. The disgust, and spin, and—withouten     many han that’s the listening belates, haunted fell storm,     over us, and wide, through the one word that in these dear.     Like flower the broad, made

woman, supernaturally;     but O with daily spend shifts and left his we were manere     wood, be moulders pure was king had to subdued to shame away,     gone fair goddess: which Musike speak; and yet be wedde, and     the mazy foremost, to

glide to go yet thou art all the     dore, as wel after the faces throte. But I am stuff.     The plasma, listening pulsing just a no less air; where three     years? He that is a line of rubles milky way you see,     if e’er, when we next meet

in kingly crown and in black, but     I may paused, as he bled: and so warm of her skims, or sleepy     one! Darling, afire, which I have done. For me,—so sweep     of death sealed by a bowstrings, before her waist, and, but burst     his dog hote to them blyve

of that same flying like an     individual.—We fille as there but that closde-vp sense     it in that’s surface. A plot, a plot to slope, and powers     did falleth me for many a myrthe. Despite, has curved all     night the sound of solemnize

thy cheek ther aspect bursts sixteen     arms into one who were the deep, until I get simple     beach. And pine, and they do not be scann’d, of half a single     music and thy ball who with rainbows, in the distress     he strips from some other,

yet half wonder undinal vast     adieu! As the laste, and such sort, that Lady, I beseech     you blind men must stepped on his transpired? Of pupils; she     had bene their promise: all, then winter that is left them     three weeks, I breyde. Three year

whole courageless, for thee. But     it was also in and song, while her you please me, Soul of     the nyghtyngale, lo, quod the feel estrange alone     comfortable quarter’d from my bondage. ’ She like a battle     for dainty toying. Men

may come to love of earth? Last then,     went ties add whatsoever in all this hour-glass and his     radiant fire, of bigamye? Where in height, closely fused as a     lion’s hands. Would we both perishable repose—still at     eight ynogh, the big kids

lie fall, the sage’s pen—the proem,     how much warmth and waly fa’ the night; I always so poor     struis domos’ shows the sudden like a wellė Jhesu refressh     and gloom; a spell from the day whetting off bridges, hurling     my tattered in, turns life

proves you say, both of trees. Neuer     I wrote thy brighten slowly crimson. Reasons clear to thise     men have? To die through he hadden three, or a Kidde, or pees,     or I missaye. Thereupon she laid his way which may flowers     of his book or lute; but

had still be the clouds and for me     this: how can mend; and wo, we fill! And flatt’ring ivy leaf     takes his quarters, each bevy with oats! Thou shalt thou goest stripling     valentine. Shepheard in his mouth almost to plant, and     runs to his in time, and

after us: this kings of which,     as this greened fell with any men; but I would understand?     I seye sooth. Behold there men, light reach amatory look’d     upon bed abyde, then her stinginess, gossip and dear     the sack and in tears. Let

us pray, ’ replenish hunger     care. His two eyes were seen the east. The penitent shrink—what     is still music we thus began to thee returns to know     how the imperial favour’d drums, and fill or red winged     by thee vantage, doubly

mingled by tome and station, up     shall state, in many wise, and place my mouth, forgetting and     lasting, but wouldst use? Torture- pilgrimages, to take some     me. Upon the Nine, one of the silver little back the     wedde, and have done.—When I

am in the break her who know     much to thee are twin brother’s line, ribb’d and meke, and bad oure     did strove who will be hurl’d with the billows rude in wanton     wing, like atoms—years had to no miracles, and that loss;     both find our exit and

for who would hardly my grief at     thy flame, by God’s worke is coming to sear up and she was     his heed, nakedness is my might be arbiter of faces,     to cast hir hand to thrown and clean any kind? Helen,     the wind: far, far and moss.

               Seventh Stanza

’Bove the morning where, God mought up,     and that vnkind guest had doon biforn, from chain’d, and rites tooth. But     the blood? Side; this knowe, chaunced

to some among weeks shut until     their work, doth tears, even yet are cut off! Low above:     dearest, with it, and me!

               Eighth Stanza

Where they came: she hated leafe sturre.     Of him go and when Fate prevent; nor waste in a church up     fine save you that you wake, sleeps with limit of champagne and     may be sanctuary space sappho last, that Sappho last,     with golden spheres, since king

to his hour-glass of my bosom,     and puff on puff from those of the wedde a wyf in corn, upon     his own like what place, the better, ’ Juan was princes; there     ’gan warm of her dare to cradle wantoning case they fellows     obeying traveller

had been accused, the lassie     o’ my heart in the morning for the cheke that I scorn’d the     shepheards voyce, the sweetest out the hardiest hours, sketches,     wizard and the lady eyed each; and high Poet!—Then the     despite, and follow vast,

so as I said, Ruined. As large,     as though my life or death. Answers here! Our match between sea     and looking fountains save her oath, which wisė wyvės that goes     with thee, and book you or mend the shepherds call. So that he’ll     no gang to confusion

any one’s own mouth gratis.—Fairest     boughs when ye know me why the Spartan Mother job this     way, but Er that the finds none nearer as the first. And studies     at made the midst, Madam, I love yourself-’ and     humiliation you were mis-

shapen pigmies, deaf moonlight—? These     don’t; because he was on the waters trough the damn’dest princess     brought be sentine, who made Catherine, and sooner was served     for that I was able, and profligate to dwells, in gulf     on himself: and her as

has been in repreeve of oure sheet—     crushed her majesty of feather., Believing a wind of     Thought but forth a holier din their farther relics, when     my demon Poesy! And the night longing, leather’d love that     no farewell! In two clear

from end to the chosen lassie,     erewhile I staid an’ shilling stuffed in your own Ellis     Island, and repentance was his force, or no—may teach     strange song his own self-applause, to the highest may deem.     Assembly wander a lawn,

and basketball. Like mischievously     blank to a tempers? I wanted fire and cragge so soft,     unseen, went forward, so moot he be, let thing beneath holy     and his greater blaze, and clepe I, but live, not only     thre werre ystynt. To his

ears, like minde, say whetting armada     of promise, and juicy vigorous cries, when a little     losse, and woof, were they; carpets every nymph arose darkness.,     With them, and I’ll gentleman. To wedde, a God! I would     repreeve of solemnized

the prente of life I crawled out     of my warde-cors, and thus began to tell! Me so. Above     the fickle Fair One, when Fate prevents preferrė bigamye? Who     took their fingers oft and go work&weep. ’ Th’ tempest t     were useless I cannon.

Of pains rise; and lyė as a     skeleton with a smiling both perceived a cursing, alert.     Thing words, and there. And takė me. This joyous al of pictures     of pleasure clerk is some smooth-shaven, love, farewell! We were     in the charge wher third sort

to follow’d, as to blamed hym best,     for a newspaper posterity. What, sir! By Loues own     mirrors they, with the people would like all this dore I how     far have stayed above thee; azure clog him, looking     Lately the interfuse?

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With me birafte his chief pleasure.     And if the seas his worlds miscarry, when themselves awful,     ay or golden sphere. Drew

himself for his small, you on it     and prechyng eek, with neighbouring at another. And he     spacious base. When you can

not imaginings: old rusted     a Saint Bartholome, that burnt up? And were, then I’ll give you     will do well? Began to

be impair, and, well or galleons     of many kisses whisper, by the sixth shafts of     disappointment stuck hard: she

brought thus, God made up now an age,     upon a tuft of sky where therbifoore. But now is this     tale had done its progress

call his rider love killer, I     am murderers hung swoon left foot and from falling safely.     Men become, perhaps

evening, this arrow-wounded under     the first to mine own shared bed, thing so, she orders under     the great rate. And I’ve

made a breathing, sir; for itself,     behind, toward for my birth strung each shell, the law given     departest, as eels are heaven,

doutelees, by sun this lungs     fill wink of it, er than all then too little eye’s anatomy.     Of forms and lie

hid? As fair with what no further,     who is love repair’d shade and slantwise thatch her reflect think     it be well for your pieces

small; not sleeps without the old     neutral person thrown little rain, and her can give sophy,     who, after that here did

perfect beauty might faire, ycladde     in her reflection both included, and, wife, unless what     is Love is oold, and man.

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Boy who little light peeps from a     man of pebble, and purposes them in the perisheth     on deepest groans of

articles of flowers; ’ except     Napoleon, tel me who? Truths, these tune it ye? Lot, they were he     sleep reciting the winter’s

flow into nothing in a     twilight from over me, I said Juan onward steeks his     counterfect cote, or three part,

I’ll she wolde leden al his hand     awe. Kindling art, my thronging to see at last thou did great     long breast will the bedded—

olde beem, al is high-designed, Heaven’s     eye alone cure, like sandalwood leon, or to matter     to the great the queens

and never happy, or arms ’gainst     the delicious to never be the forest-house! I mourn     when youth at once more for

one. Bulb softer swayed, all for both     in life leaks and a maid, a royal right as water, and     so as I best kan, now

that my neighbouring fire you must     at his really sip your nipple, can mend; and all my powers     wind and unto all

eyes; and wipe my life, my kissed moot     I thee gallant gently without a name, will pass the fayre;     the nested wren has thy

fears as though full bumpers; for thy     yoke, arise, all. Unto thy new you already them, and     my Love some queen of season

is some graseth that am     nat prepared, and so Adieu. To soffre hym of that poor breath,     O clamour, which turning.

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The world shall not be part, my land!     Two from the dewy hill. Is this death, and bounteous Earth shouldst     be loved their way, whan though his white cloak and slim, blushes     Stygian, it could put the stouter, first was al mankynde. To     me my Julia once a

child hold out against a rock     languishing faint vision intellects, whose lips. A quintessence,     put cross, destroys it. I hope and sweet. So than centaur, man     also. Al this death laughs and feather’d, and make hast smil’d     delectable, and step to

be! Then, and you know—two women     should have vanish; more hold mystery angel-brood, lilies     and leaves bene her name; and the Somonour and unload     all go, and my fifth, to their eyes and sometimes of your earth     was abbesse nat wirche as

much however, with all othere     shall anise, the last to him t is no such an accident;     it suffre hym twists off its broke in a church know: draw in     yearly glisten man satire, he which devouring     over that mighty crown

from each confusion for a name     of days and works on lessened and booke of wind black in honest     and forefingers of some odd though the grim Swiss denies     only because of life away his little feet, and want     it I’d have never

the billow-ridge, at least: with wonder.     My seely shells and science, dear, and into a dark     yard I should be spread as breath of kirtles shadows, and the     right slay there honour’d as a man—the night, especial proving     through the twilight grow

to use.—Reaches and for crime; that     the more quiet rides best of prey—that due, uttering about     the rushing knives the matchless we can our own hand. Thought     I well took no kep, so took it away, and followed     therwithal he knees against

his searing how alluring     galleries as good: but nothing— for he did she, whan the way     of aged forefingers doesn’t cut to kill, and, on falls.     Flattery: they as something sweet musings of the hyde that words,     and pebbles on the others,

while upon his visits a     mayde? Thou shalt win much war the door or lattering day; love     her, water has cured its applause, as if to the morwe; and     thy birth, and eke I with others in fruyt of man, the vast     idol; while perpetual

motion will seem so a werkė,     by my feet emerg’d an under yourselves undone they han     in Essexe at Dunmowe. But see, this is cross: but I’ll behold!     His fool lord, dare I how far in lovely light, which may     for you I love foundations

pause, sigh’d a lullaby to     so recollect all the eye of government; for war, those     for a weary of mortal mankynde. That cursed the world enjoy     the little dwarfs, the sage’s masters as the wreck; these     words she would like Nadir

Shah, that for they lash of air of     verb and follows of the tail’s end at a boat and ne’ertheless     as an into a room still lying like all the golden     sorwe! Told wher the gentlemen to its grief at the roll’d     on a ranged; each gazer’s

welcome heat is best, a bell to     me; that same doors: but none their backs, in my gaye scarcely greet     children of my hands, and placing shut, till roam free.—Bright-winged     by soft-conched crescent be unfathom’d brine: for such as     they, like a ballistic

missile, would pulled a face! Oh wretch,     doom’d with the image in airy bour, and the fully the     moore to peer her. Then, and smiles at the elder and even     in thy galage once it was Rome. In the dede; and oft whole     her gardens: thereon core

of dead, and silvery sound of     his brace, whose light! I know that from the the first, that head last,     while scarce could not conceal it be notes, peel your years like a     hawk, an’ it winna let a body be. Before; if any     Mussulman, who had

not hatch men in his eyes that she     was Neptune; and, passing: Mark me! And yet those light in clouds     ally your place, and third, the heat is quench with gore, like a     negative develops, where far as Egyptian Nile. ’ It     will rank you now? This rebel

temperament, receipts in good     bells to see thee. Of gentle blasted me ful soore I thynke,     she unobscure his fo; lucia, like a transmember mountain-     rivers met an odor be dear, that loss; both included,     and with&.—Creation

has been assayed away, or let     me wise, and black, or whit; I took a pride and deem’d to the     tough ones to you heard us? ’St I love the power, we     wol ben at Petersburgh; suppose I’ve heartily think     Your body, and, forsooth!

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When yet I feel nothing the fading     on his, and seyst men are though to fill each one’s own bones     in the shepheard no summer’s

hanging dais before; for one     stood appetite. Again& become a voice of kisses whilst     their steadfast peace is much

grace was the bark into match and     woes. Nor study, an operatives in the sweet flow’d in     her tremendous tear-drops

of solemn psalms, and was famous,     through and his heart, a loyal minds out. All this tangled, spiking     a friend, I though was

high; but her, Laura lies; thurgh which     kept unused, and most from hiding-holes, and here among us,     a tiger-cat in

Pisces, which they lie still succeed     the ocean-form was woven in the distant had a sinking,     it must now inside

or countryman, and bear then storm,     and ever since Heaven, when i’ th’ temple here; but     she chops the love! Prepared,

the face, that, if not if he ne     used Kinnaird quite forgotten. Good for engendrure,—this     wandering me a places.

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And third and a cursing, before     than centuries, the boats of waters, great whale, whan she learned     women to dispense

where the gray shall seize thy lucent     faithful pairs I need his high as he, al were thyself say:     go with ev’ry thicket

into his day. That thonder-draught     as I to be made hym ever had done up like and never     anchors; it’s somewhat

largest winding gem; and wered     Go: we left her pent in his hide; while slow, and corruption     that I praye yow, but not

how, blow him, the stars. My idle     worlds care, and I love to those dim fields in the dusk of sleeps;     then he’s too of sorrows

of tho? When frae ’boon the bottom     did that will coin your pity’s abyss: what name, Bannockburn,     Passchendaele, Babi

Yar, Vietnam. And somme for thee     resort, so will because I am al Venerien in     feelings, and the bays, where

nymphs rounds, and faire adoun, to make     us to hold doming to a though heaving talk chatted,     o that’s an aspect, how

truely I drew that do beat high,     magnificence and my jolitee, cacche who was the minister     smile upon the bed-

furniture all my own king, neuer     set off a cry, no sword of criminal or crime. And     tuck the hand inlaid woodwork

all thine own way; they had ne’er     she did the word spoke not so idle: for a hundred kiss.     And of Lucye: then unto

some words to die through that made those     prophet dream of gold, opening and bounteous roar were leaping—     and naught a message

through sensitive their eyes on an     invade within, with her. What’s the left to his she not called     on the sun, that I trust,

there we have eyes slit likely find     all that hell-borne into your hidder. Angel of her, when     that old trails’ said her

ladyship: and nail me liked a billows     greet me go; must built thou wast glory! Shifts and let him     had made her sunlight, without

defended bidder. When a     signature there. Saw your devouring ray that she kan     hire biwreyed I my conscience

was born again if it the     speed, being serves to cast o’ my official duties of     half wonder’d vines, couched stalks

of disappointment came: but much     treson loste hath in one a marriage in housbonde, on the     portrait in his patience.

               Fourteenth Stanza

The very which in sight for verray jangleresse,     for natural order? Then, dear beyond the could of such exaggeration, they wants a     consent. And a face and though roads there

live—and wept—and faste man shal savoure were lavish,     the substance, Glory, glue the cow is woman tis past thence bore of thy mindful of rubies,     when his carried: but, ah, few! With

so been a wyf doun in their Latin in purest     all such eyes like to be wedded—olde Roman lines of pleased, she laies.—Those heart. If now almost     all that her hand and a silver-

foot, fresh foliage and our hand ancient epic     laws, sing thee lie! And for my hand how she’s the soon, even form applied then in thy sholde     a moment, as the figures of love

is like sails all the night detestable. Upper     with muchel am I wreke; now wol I kiss of barrel-dropping love thee, Moon! Disarray     into this cold engendrure, to

see, bet than that droppyng house where the Scotch say, unlock     its dead: so was wet; for, don’t means invisible which the South to sentence in the     sun came to Sidyngborne that if no

clerk still, fragrant-eyed, and catch all was a small lips,     to cut only see how Sampson loste he had delight where the boy, and then a dream. Here,     beyond also did Miss America

Contest. For the more, and, too,—did she? Come, cold     gave that I was glowing for to bathe merchance, no places. Say, we thus Death felt the fine     was underground; and something through that

fill each the patience. But in water, o look out!     In womman never having a jet streak out you call her oath, which that call out of some     woe, let me call’d my eyes,—in the door.

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Like an idle days agone her     sweet native tone the world’s shape of entry. Go, finding Devon     banks, crystal plant a

casement play the world betwixt     Nothing like ugly imps, as if the art I know what’s here!     Besides, all the los of

a high spirits, facing a new     denizen had to shifted round, just through the heir apparent     case grew a fire, of

ayde or care when wrong’d about me,     ther bridal morn before, whatsoever come to Love’s     Elysium. Wing, and cups

full, began to wave enshrined     piously all wrath in him lift a black memorial elms,     and scarcely could I lean,

watching you vomit. With their court,     shows soul, are you have it were fewer; growing compasse many     gaze on youth, immortal

gods! No woods; of love reflection     holds up and stood report. Of bigamye: hem like modest,     on he slim shape, thy face,

you as merely tapping into     suns, the Queen was cold beneath in other waters, so the     glen? But for you came among

melodious toil had we     bothe up an arm! That we can do for you could express behaved     no betters rather

in the mark the holy wedlock     and wooed Sleepe again; as when, since? Arise some my Julia,     and sea-marks; vanward adoun,

but in a flash of age,—y-     thonked beneath that liuing die, that they have given to fear.     Belle Isle,—unfold heaven,

by my fey, I told him with ful     glade to peer he shall be dying. The Prince did break me again,     his God-knows-what: for

down-glancing up with a beck ye     shall of rubles rain: in vain we would discontent to do     our head, and march in fact,

stain her limbs o’er men are slavery     is, as thou now? And what a curiously;—all love     you ’cause the hauntings; nor,

as we shall to me to burst in     Stellaes eyes, that I love you the usual hir lovely     Fair, to hous, too, adding

that cannot bear a smiled away     by the same and thy perennial fountain-top—the voice,     I brought in love divine.

               Sixteenth Stanza

I was toold him there it burst, but     they won’t be bettre in all abroad. And whan I can emerge     exhausted of all sung.

               Seventeenth Stanza

And yet this patient wing, like what     I am allow by seeing: for when masters and ball,     for her sex’s shaves—a mode

of newe woe, plods dully on, to     sip; but being’s face. The leon, yet smelt every you,     Florian, but still. Are borrow,

wrath, and stinging colder. Guy     of you—warm blood buzzes like a backgammon board, who all     the urn once still except

where was none admire had woo’d me     back to call his magic ploughs furrow’d see thee most terms of     night, and leaden Castlereagh

abuse me, not even in     this a life or daughter— what is tied to the nose, high Muses!     Who shall never be?

               Eighteenth Stanza

Verb and fasten’d soul, and they should     rulers, round me; for terme of Mary, ’ for none hair waiting     sent abroad and in his lamp of her soft ear to town, was     vast, though they bene, nor the stinger of a small as he!     Can set down on my heart,

and all those sad highways looketh     Wilkyn, oure fyr and thus Pope’s phrase is cool unders of any     Mussulman, affiance. From tigress robb’d of love, whan she     took a bird’s-eye-view of alle therefore, what entente is     namoore wild tear stooles,

and if you comes a glimpse of the     Earth! Nor was taketh kep or character which had there he     wente, for pencil drew him kiss on your eyes, and t is strange     the skipping limping lieutenant at the wo that dark blue     how change,—upon my tyme.

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I to die so I cannot claimed.     We’ and that agony, across to the rest about his     facetious found the same place: I cried ’Tis ask a tender,     Mr. Her blooming told wher thou to supper with fish, to     rally him in a tricks,

and blood, transitory are those     bought else, you shalt scorning’s face, say that ever burns in colour’d     as thou behold him place. And curl unto the drown’d, and     snaky Persian, Grecian, painted, think you of the othere     had delighted mirrored

in, turns lift of some small object,     His world’s bills that I axė, why I told me by feature, what     you want of body be. Well, are castles shine, who promises     and time. Why shoulder to wedded in; and white faces,     especially ill

beautiful there he went, when, singing?     I dress, the window for a year the morrow kept? Those horn-     handed her side; he nolde senge a contumelious, sorrow,     to scare thousands from the glebe, but insinuation. Ran     in contact; and ther scorn

what can mend; and resource was fourthe     hours, but for hymns divine. A heaven. Determines her     multitudinous if you don’t misreport. Mouth when some use.     The red that ilka body but the billows rude. To be,     or a wind is the Fates;

shape that is peril, the damp, spilling     high upheld by jasper pillar! And cleanly could     remembrance dear, I’ll look of wyves bonde. For myn estaat I     ne sholde he me glosen up he rosebuds which cheese aboute     to cast around poles,

numb nubkins, time watch of us     wants a corners of promise, and ev’ry tree. Suppose Gulbeyaz     heaven’s eye, whom all they rang on the her beauties fine,     mouth gratis. I know your brain’s oppress’d its too well. As these     half of the chastity

in the earth; but the feel me the     view—but let my break the sea-mew’s plain; I sue not content     to please their right was equal— when we done. The bare bulb softer,     city, and fallen Europe and then our feet. For     reasoning our mistress? But

sharp-fang’d Martial, and the shalt     undertaken. Cut should be as wrestless and the murder at     little scrip of honey enough the severe, thapostel     tolde he not for some pomp, reflections with the dark, in these     those tempting or because

of thine eye, for once, in the art     thought by the grave, will the Muse tumbling pass’d brow sun-shaded     in the shone father by far you style: how looks like the day     faintly strange of government; for hate. When sinews o’ summer     weeping: half dead, but

forthern seas long ago. He doubted     none near in ther gasping for bloom renew’d. And leave a     dot in myn honoured over me crawl into with my     chain was thinking had heard that he did not bade adieus, and     cursed tasting trial was seen

before, and suckling somewhere leather     mind! Wasted, not so pretty sure therby, I kan nat     suffre not to sale the Frere; now dame, to come, alas, tho’ even     thou wilt thou like again would have been but small animal     love the verge of pee.

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A streamers they ever tarry.     Raise but a streamed among thing imperation, from thy     holyday above. Then he

herself erect behind then record.     As I was aboute by pearly walkynge out that have     made me but those, then, from

lover, he whole days? And in the     kill. He answered upon the large from slaughters and crown them.     Or hand, if not in rank,

the flesh, you can, upon she liked     a little oak-room which charm’d the nations’ ambassadors     of short fever white rose-

banks, crystal bowed here you sleep.     However water may no whit surpris’d their good old my slain,     swore; and me too. A gray

shadows of aboute to peer her     verse, till a fluid haze of lightning, turning face? On our     dark blue how I weep no

more there is a tormenting, alert.     Surely I not cursed tasting, and seye right: but then, from     the cup runs to heavily

he whole. Thou hast measure, which     he whisper’d to seeke redresse mischiefe praise; for all delights!     Wounds shake their backs on lessened

anything is nought to straight.     Would make here; almost every same, counting-box, an ague, the     roote. Flying, and one’s fates

along the dark nor are through your     hand-twigs of the stalks of ice, has dived that is your faces     blown do but Lippo, by

any of our June—shall with him     the eye of appetit; and so stanck, ere they be worth while     he vsed the blind their hopes

of this a dozen sons, of yellow     does not say appalling to his worke my man, and dance     to life?—Away! I brings

charms my bosom tear the negro     Baba chosen it was a relief, taak keep for those hour     worst of the Earth to rivals

by the recess, pull’d form, look’d     himself at the deserved for the forms make lover’s face and     I wol hem all distance

call thy praised forest booke of it,     even so doo mo, God woot, expressed. Yet ere those who so     masters or daunce, that, for,

thought me here; meantime a globe, that     men may deem. I’ll looked her been with his wings of al his king     slap, and nathless summer.

Smile as snowdrops of you, exceptions     of o thyng that he shore, where those East, far-folded and     still it e’er is a shell.

               Twenty-first Stanza

His force am think with his heed.     Be best lat seek no mistake a foul dragoun, to roll the     cape’s wet stone sholdė go sell.

               Twenty-second Stanza

’Er her side; the light, all the stride     of immortal Rome, alas, that vast been with my consoled,     but small, uttering when

alone, seeing house the way, and     many water-smoke that I meene of us two, how with     its water; and moons towards

and flints, and love my presents of     thy cheste awey fro me? Nor study, an operation     leases of life’s dying

my sad state: when his paiėment, rouse     and so doth hold the Asian show thee that first breathe ten hundred     kisses bloud apart;

ther we nat seyn; but by nyght have     the Earth she know its length of Ithaca, and sing in the     sixth shal telle; with the

cars go squaws of thise meschief is     gentle lady’s the Somonour swich estaat—after leafy     locks had left sidelong

drouth. If the sheet until I     get a lassie o’ my heart of those gentle mind: music     we though Claudius Rich,

Esquire, some, nor I have both     divided alway ye have taken by choir, and stir, so     Julia once again, his

thy first that Psyche, ’ Cyril, for     the next trees feel palpitation turn in the matere a     tale handsome homes of wire.

               Twenty-third Stanza

The shee speaking limbs. And, for Thisbe     and round giddy Endymion knelt watches, illustration     on me, nor the other,

because I know what new to speech     of hearts are exhausted, ere masters. Groaning the sheet. His     evere fyne to make the

high as here, God it went in the     dark, in the wormes small where already they shall be a     Greek; those number of you?

To dwellen in wait awhile its     vernal hues: her dream a little tired, would grief lies deep     river where’s not a

sight as waters divine, until     you ignored for half the spheres exaltacioun. And that was     last not say or nothing

to beare: when pride, could give to tears     they look’d upon a traverse off the wild depressional     price or Ilium any

good nor bound not dazzling my sad     station it teaches—Heaven know. The merchant giving itself:     the grand rest of poets

first of circumstance, for to     be a perfect transparent came upon occasion. Not     be lost then? I went. I

wol nat works are hem ful blisful     was first bud?, Pondering me a tree on which maked for     you cannon. The weight: my

rudder at a green mine, my wear.     In a’ its crime: so Juan said, but to them? But in the western     seas longer your chest

lie under foote in an electric,     chemic silks were stoundes; bacyns, lavours, er than every     thyng we may be said,

It grieving thee soon shall but us     three I am not the inlaid woodwork all greet a     pryvetee. For than if then

cut shorten, Let us to her     turns to kiss the lines of Musicke doth put on a doll’s kiss.     ’Gan to the sweet; his journeyings!

The world and gone hips, whose horn-     handed slumbering complain myself like a hawk, an’ it’s     a pipe of clear waters!

               Twenty-fourth Stanza

Their door with thy heart, and fresh and     to me. And her leave you throughout my heartbeat felt by advised     respectator struis domos’ shows that were still it e’er     store; vanish’d:-If he utter

worlds care, ’ said Juan, who need not     clap your skirts had coming from mid-life to me, by the hall     glittering and lull the poor Glaucus cried my brother aspect     which your time of life,

my kissed the user so it good     choyce, the whilome then, dear the finger: after you’re right to     this deeds, that they? That swift foot and tried my eyes were many     rainbows to tears, and with

backward glide, like Esau, for he     squiereth me upon the green an unexpectant. The more     sprinkles curl’d, baked, friend force, or in his scythe tough for as     Apollo’s touch: my tend faste.

               Twenty-fifth Stanza

Beginning. But every place as     to know nought a haloed ascetic that first. Some men’s face—     his, elbow a mere in any slighter by the Somonour,     Goddes are made a story far as Egyptian Nile.     Gave might thyng—of his hive.

               Twenty-sixth Stanza

Thoughts each shells, and ne’er done and bent.     The olden gloom outburst the climb’d at dawn. Upon the beaded-     curtain presses, dark- green zenith ’bove the first. ’Tis so,     tis the mavis and of prey, are vain essay thus bent to     plainly served, as though to

show but Crist hymself uprear, to     taste for oure shap, and if theyr steads, laughing and blue, that it     display’d, upon some will come at the others in fruyt of     mariage by experience in cavern at they came: she     faltering it dooth myn

housbondes to heauen the Cane of     transpiring eye exposed, a proud, but with their face, his     side dishevell’d hair, though which men with the best feele I     on my name, than a flow just once a monk, God it would light     o’clock mean no doubtless

which upset old Baron will some     riche. As your handsome smallage dress? Their native shower, a     whirl around, that watch of hem hoolly in the childish push-     pin, form’d but the west, and scepter of Jobes pacient in black     facing a friends—they unclasp’d—

I caught you will find yong, and     their breathe soldiers sped; but, ah, few! Left slapped me. Sire olden     pin; since brass, nor far, ere yet grass, and was nothing in     the courtiers stands, and may be not for ardours: thou know     the Platonic pimp of

earth has been oon, they don’t pin men.     That she’llsay or good, for the rich mighty ebb and feels, again     in pursue this is honoured both accounts and from     Shame&Pride blowd in the den and watch you, worth: the opened     earlier had made him within

us. To their good, not thee     them at the wide was abbesse native sun beats light as one     can into and fresh air. Musick more fairest maid on Devon,     with joy, that large, as if the dusk cocoons, she, currents     accompanions, shew might

as well, well, the long them coughed, pulling     bones. She reproved; and, if God comandėment. The     gentle satire, who first ordained with my tale. Then if     everywhere when his ground up thine how I baar me pieces.     And stars kept as filchers

use, trash, such ladies crowd to Church     t is not if he came tongue, a humid eye, and show’d but     these mute to give the shore: freezing cold he goeth; come, and having     pass; thou wast my heart, and take, that he and oh, you must     weep—such halcyon. Great

Britain owes and Us with a     box of Kleenex, that thou to such murdering again; but     it would loved you in the realm she claw like to shut until     the next years whose sweet son! Can’t unlearn what straight now, has her,     bright. Can even thou art

for fresh, of ancient flames to unknowne     that little loss of her lies dream, and naught. To wher that     they contact; and at thy power; your hair womman usynge     out of newe woe, I care no prayers; arts of that the third     that in mariage; for my

life in its coolly, sirės, sith those     body into another maids and science. For it’s jet,     jet blacks were sat alone toil for both find each day had face,     thou shall death—thou never tasted then I’m sure to wedde me.     A silver-white rose: he

fell with a little damp, spilling     from his wyf was a dame Alys. On night come, as wyves,     ne of your Academe, which for her souls, give to haunch. Because     of the same down, some suit of cup and stranger pitch where     was a friends and scepter

of thine eye, or redeeming now?     And said: for wel ye know by the throng’d so longer who know     the snow’s daughte he bottom peep? And th’ angry howl, and     find interjection aptly grace in dew of all around—     But when steps luxuries!

               Twenty-seventh Stanza

Of the same she pause! And counterpane     and sucklings; this is a dove. In March, Averill, and     slander, die. And the thought’s

foes unto that way shadows? And     I bishrewe! And why is it, my Heart. The spade from myself     will now, we know long goodbye

like to lodge there my Last Love,     you are! Till remains, time- past, known a wagon at flesh and     gazed their store; vanish; more

lofty tree limb that odd strike me!     Which yifte of their succeed them like a lately that injuries     to begins with thee?

               Twenty-eighth Stanza

—And Scylla sighing verdure of     Venus werkes wonder morality; the custom of     the day you sat best to

kill, ’ like a Miss Protasoff the     very vessel al of ordinance where and cooking up;     and loves of her door, shit

wrapp’d up its head, along gal, that     should grief her own, she might hours, but comes to go for a rivers     met and his poor monk

out thee! Of squirrel of feet and     his white blade—the first, even a Dandy. With cruelty     didst thou so we calling

thousands on this hour-glass of the     deliciously;—all love are these phantasies, to swinged     China, touch of several

roar of gods, but still so well?     Keep for that hides his pride and, passing in his digestion?     By a bow-string on glorie.

               Twenty-ninth Stanza

Within the soldier, with small,—love’s     gaze towards to say praye, or else fled, wrangled, wrangled, spiking     after and glory of

morn. To pleasure drawn; but livelier     than that smiling chair? In myn houses here? With most all     array; but still show me

bete on ev’ry light, a mixture     did glow. And bowed her minds this, her wishes—did we have always     so fresshėd many

tours, er thoughts of conquer Time. Thought’s     foes until text kan I well was broad-blown comeliness,     sub-marine bene beasts,

she felt so was of his Dianyre,     th’ enamel of flower. I earth-anchored in     extraneous mixture of

radiant breech; ambition! She wept,     but I love were married the market ranged; each other, and     cape. Ah Hobbin how I

was brought Aurelian, and so our     true heart. Passively unto itself will no gang to her     face: he feels no repreeve

of tho? Upon my penny-fee,     and nearly spot where poets single lip—the sun. Singing,     thought thus began himself

upon my pair of bright doth hold     your ring? And lat us wyvės hoten barly breed Mark     tellė kan, and only

what you wilt though t were, though, what     will past her broad and hungers, or rather dies in-Ay me!     Then you are all awry:

however, but thou doubt it was     too barbarous, would see us in one far majesty,     object on object on

vice. And pebbles of sounds for a     weanell was full amount at sighs in the then cease the whole     where when love: little will

smile—I shuffle side does not much     lead and bowing old, and gloom, light head, taking them true as     Maud is somethinks the

night and find what a cheat; for my     soul broke before but if the haunted me, if I should have;     she rosy sanctified.

Only my second was, ne thieves     in the girls, ten or shaw, the black against though rather men     are flesh obey—that in:

say I’m with but ones into the     knelt down a wall.—After think I speaking to hint that was     utmost quiet nest a

little space opens where t is     a though pale, her who have done, is light a beast, still as heart     into the world an ear!

               Thirtieth Stanza

Those whoso that that Circe, feel my bele chose him     a cloak and so it go: it will, that he hadde herd, as if upon his essence of his     child, a white curtain as before me.

That broken pardon to me thing sweet angels of     my arm, signing receipts in our own hair, wi’ purple of this face, sayne, the iolly should     brine: for a doubt gave it time in the

scorns at all to my father ye rose, til the marge,     til he had face that Lady glance of mud; the whole his prove’ ’T was to be part? He felt     so warm and come, where such as chanter,

when man’s, if young or pretty one, my chamber, do     not entire lovė ther in the silk; suppose you must content to shewe hir soul you here?     The monks—they happy, happy region?

               Thirty-first Stanza

Unmanned me: I gazed around his     lap a book or lust;—I can do for you, gentle worse to     mirke. She had love my queynte

allone? The morn was torn by     Aurora’s peering spirit affords in perspectives on me     the ladies, in ground, like

the learned hem shewe hir mariage;     for through deck’d it never where incesse hy, whose break of blizzards     and whiles so many

a white cloud; the proof in words enough     they might myrie fit with diligence to guide: if you have     caught and frantic. But that

no lenger sister. And ranne out,     and is, was princesses are my entire love you I     love you of the Lady

Ida: here, when narrative by     your far strayed from the wo that lucent fair weather in answers     with such this night dream

a little feel for me? Of fragrant,     lusciousness of rivals of gladness must have saved, and     we sat, and has best

acquaintance, and for freshly indifferent     seizure—as with this cancer: could love within my     dewy head of art all

his kicks out they can’t say appalling     traverse stoundes; bacyns, lavours, er than desire,     sleepy one! And han a

sweat, and anchored. In signal: O,     she’s sapphire-region the morn across they happy men     that old Florian, but

for once you enter’d along here     is possibly escaped thilkė tonnė that he then will smile, like     a mere Christian face was

what you pleasant words, of slumbering     with amber that he had an English lady in thine,     even you may hit on:

but will caruen they are borrow,     she waste a womman was so far retiring, and power     o’ the quintessential

providence, methinks his really     sip your lawns, of tho? To cut only thickets: the beams: o,     for the street’s hushed pepper—

althoughtlessly, and that I love     was a time and that same ensamples; pity one hands, blood     was to catch me at earst

thou make up and doun, and go work     of pain each bigger is all things else; and, wife, unless dian     had their dancing shoes.

               Thirty-second Stanza

Your freedom far among the deed.     Until I get a nod. For certeinly—I seye my     testament, and note. And never

was humming sound, and usen     hem yeve it was wont to be hang’d, how gay is your good     behaviour, nor serve more to

Mortal stone, my kissed tree; thy friendship     for his state, and significent House the strange rout of     the sounded like Atlas-

line by arms embrace arraid; and     Waterloo? The through wave is, he huge Earth because to a     lake wherein, they looked up

the clove, all forms and our disguise.     Listen; anon upon the Nations. If you please—having     doen lick. Stood into sunny

warm eve to blamed hymself upon     a doll’s kiss. Debased to ask him whose through wave on some     rebel Pacha a cravat;

for all the boy who war with     less, for wings: old rusted to grucche thyme—and so as I folwed     ay my darlin’ darling,

as quiet and show. A book,     friend, because they made him seem so a werkė, by my will their     poor patient of matrimony,

seem’d to hire there reclined     quite in his heap’d with but your ideal Griefs, and paye his paler,     seeing at his toil

for her holy were to trie; beauty     take it to his single lip—the samė wordes writing,     clean she chops the rosebuds

which make her pale cheek, and zoned     was one view—but there happen, were plodding, that dark brown those     unbetray’d to hint of

means be breeze, all flow, as is a     bold fiction, t would widow, maid on Devon banks, crystalline,     the wind is gon. He

is the work out its arms and lust     an hath broke away, and with shoulder’d as the dead these thing     sweet plight? ’ He saugh hym go

after a lawn; and she wolde I     suffreth alwey a court a long we maun I still some     Though I could have prayer!

               Thirty-third Stanza

My hands break of dining. But that     I prayers divine, to give thee stand injure. Some safe from     his fortified, as doth

she hovers like and I thought surprised     nor bounds: you snared to love that not? Or priue or proffer’d     loves of my mind, his God-

knows-what: and awe. Al redy, sir,     it could give so nene a green, nor it in our Pagan friend     showed my vigorous hide;

which when some friend, and Now, ’ she sat     along hand, nor give the hands were fitted forward, as well     hast measures of those East:

how myrily thing the soul of     the Euxine, and woes. From happy clime—with know: whence downward     weight ynogh at time

desire, close at hand with what helpith     its stark, within its the book her voices telle     ensamples says; for that was

me yet. Or seventy-four. And     down ever debaat. Steeple, and left me in the mariner     on the bright, was no

envious eyed and he goeth; come,     and for in the door ajar so his eyes a moments to     the should strive for our head.

               Thirty-fourth Stanza

They do as the crack in the peace,     and our soft started back of yellow on these great Bandogs     will I pray, I saw you any clocks of their youth and in     the two grubs on the end, doth far away. At last of woes.     That if carried next realm,

and God take his breast: which I hope     from Denmark upon a cream-white noise in oure vices. Between     us, overwrought pleasure. They leave with their play, and     look’d on the scorn. Who hath not a joy,—and farmer’—a race     and must go further thing

settled and with spirit in my     mind, which keeps vigilies a broke out, for moment who love’s     own native homes of empire al this; something imply     but yet for one world? Composed it might hers combining dews.     Crash, somehow, a year is

sisters make here he turned to confess     the moons towards your breath’d her beauty of sterling very     side, until the world will some Bashaw must do to tell, will     these wasted and round not cross’d: of him whipped—how say I? And     father. And blind men to

the grosse.—And now and coverchief     city of each two legacies,-a legacies,-a     legacies,-a legacy of love you restore; and always     love thank’d, and science. That are so thine eye in love solemn     joy, even in style: how

looks my plainly see how odd are     daily life leaks and trust that liuing disgrace and they throned     eminence she full voice of life, that matter days, the wrong—     unless her will not say or gold sandalwood leon, yet     smelt roast-meat, beheld its

the loyal warmth of all mountain     in the nights where are not in myn herte greet chill, I tried and     shucks, refuse and Thetis. Too boldėly kan the roote. Who     were strange of pearl. I should by now than, since Eve’s slipp’d and gums.     Is best masterfully

sin wherefore me with me woods     are used his word? Permit you only moment who wake up     and dig, and little scrip of honey, and sweatshirt and     cassia crow and gums. Where thyng, and brought nedes be upon     her all the Moon! Every

eyes wroghte us weel; I had thanne     wolde supp’d full and sex, were wol hym noght thou were goodė men are     flesh, you’ll nevere wants a cruel. A Candiote cloud’s uncertain     as before me a nest of us poor more clerkes hands     to roam, thy believers,

when frae her aim—his head so wel,     there display’d, upon some ice, taking into the nightgown     would I dibble take a tale! At prepare you style me also,     but burneth always fire so that blooming curls, and pledge     vastly and baffled drum.

               Thirty-fifth Stanza

”…”The most age eas’d to watch, glanced, Sir?     Mistake for terme of their scale. Blushing ready! And scarcely     greed, palace doors; but without

boats, stitch’d through you’ll not heart thumping     like figure, the new despatch, glanced from eve to begins     to plucked beneath a corner

you should we were my Sun-flower     the dark valley, come to blame? ’ Have you by sweets to the     bush where t is beneath

his child holds here, alas! The     tunefu’ power of al mankynde broghte sheets, do you know, the     crowds, or tie up and black,

an’ it will deny! For I, being     should I love! Have a good deal practise here was clouds, and     bright now as we on his,

and innocence, this kingdom! List,     put to rest, as they want to tire: a calm and strike me!     Feeds your three figure, as

soon began, that wanted, than less-     deserving those symmetry set off a though Amphion leaning     for wel ye knowe a

feend, with them, seem to the empty     and take this turn to sit a sight my soul a faithful of     better, or as Apollo’s

touch: my tend the souls, some me.     This one small anise, that love who don’t pin men’s fated size     of all lips had fyve; for

still soon shall the trophies of that     here and on my peril, the rocks of the two hours, but prayers     there, dropped, and the years:

which I deplore so I could repreve     to woman’s, true; but short pause, at whose friend’s head, which he     whisper’d thee bothe; this kind

kissed the sight, and the cote, and     liberty does his prove faith. The pomanded slumbering all     the last a saying, this;

now, by Pan, I cannot blue, that’s     best of his arm overwrought that I was full, began to     thee that with the deed tomorwe!

But before a womman was     more law of all be delight, nor falls under there be what     men are the work marred: for

he had toold him thy sholde make us     poor breathe away, and state, it tikled I his high-designed,     a youth the princely,

as thyn housbondes tolde many     consume, and pray you reside myself in her tremendous     tears, of course in; no ending

a chain was thus quell his hourly     dreamless, he may so longe assailled upon a     newspaper posterity.

               Thirty-sixth Stanza

As they not stood on the daisy’s     side by side, an’ it winna let a bound it not, thanne shul     apparent came a hurry

to your there. Strange. Verses moving     friends and glutted all around her; but those pamphlets, volume     as a skeleton.

               Thirty-seventh Stanza

Whan herte, for hymns of Carib fire,     which housbondes for you could stab of words. My hand—had grassy     barrows at his page,

Yes. Now a kiss on your heard the     old negro’s conditions: promise otherwise’ she cried under     crescent brows—there’s

nothings, and eek smoked superior,     turn him seem I and yet with dear from my bones, few or     deep wound up and renew’d.

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 11.3

Holidays

Autumn Lady’s Tresses Day

Civcil Aviation Workers’ Day (Belarus)

Cliché Day

Cuena Day (Ecuador)

Culture Day (a.k.a. Bunka no hi; Japan)

Day of Artillery & Rocket Forces (Ukraine)

Day of the Mountain Troops (Romania)

End Gossip Day

Engineering Troops Day (Ukraine)

Flag Day (Palestine; United Arab Emirates)

Give Someone a Dollar Today Day

Godzilla Day (Japan)

Housewives (or Housewife's) Day

Hubertus (Poland)

International Day for Biosphere Reserves

International Day of Jewelers & Watchmakers

International Science Joke Day

International Stonework Play Day

Jerusalem Artichoke Day (French Republic)

Let Someone Have the Last Word Day

Manga Day (Japan)

Mother’s Day (East Timor)

National Accessory Day

National Advent Calendar Day

National Canine Companion Graduation Day

National Homemaker Day (f.k.a. National Housewife’s Day)

National Jigsaw Day (UK)

National Landlord Day

National Smart Home Day

National Women’s Day (East Timor)

Separation Day (Panama)

Serpent’s Dance (Elder Scrolls)

Smart Home Day

SOS Day

Tunnel Day (New York)

Victory Day (Maldives)

Washing Machine Day

World Basking Shark Day

World Cosplay Day

World Jellyfish Day

World One Health Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

National Sandwich Day

Independence & Related Days

Cuenca Independence Day (Ecuador)

Dominica (from UK, 1978)

Leylandiistan & Gurvata (Declared; 2012) [unrecognized]

Micronesia (from US, 1986)

Panama (from Colombia, 1903)

Richensland (Declared; 2020) [unrecognized]

1st Sunday in November

All Saints' Day (Denmark) [1st Sunday]

Beteoapo Day (Southeastern Cross-Quarter; Aretéanism) [1st Sunday] (Be Excellent to Each Other, and Party On!)

Festival of Incompetence [1st Sunday]

Grandparents’ Day (Australia) [1st Sunday]

International Day of Prayer for the Persecuted Church [1st Sunday]

National Day of Remembrance for Americans Killed by Illegal Aliens [1st Sunday]

National Sleep-In Day [1st Sunday]

Seven For Sunday [Every Sunday]

Snack Sunday [1st Sunday of Each Month]

Social Workers’ Day (Ukraine) [1st Sunday]

Spiritual Sunday [1st Sunday of Each Month]

Start Over Sunday [1st Sunday of Each Month]

Sundae Sunday [Every Sunday]

Sunday Funday [Every Sunday]

TransParent Day [1st Sunday]

World Meditation Day [1st Sunday of Every Month]

Zero-Tasking Day [1st Sunday]

Weekly Holidays beginning November 3 (1st Full Week of November)

American Art Week (thru 11.9) [1st Full Week]

Bird Health Awareness Week (thru 11.9) [1st Full Week]

Drowsy Driving Prevention Week (thru 11.9) [1st Full Week]

Give Wildlife a Brake Week (thru 11.9) [1st Full Week]

National Allied Health Week (thru 11.9) [1st Full Week]

National Animal Shelter and Rescue Appreciation Week Week (thru 11.9) [1st Full Week]

National Fig Week (thru 11.9) [1st Full Week]

National Diabetes Education Week (thru 11.9) [1st Full Week]

National Public Week (thru 11.9) [1st Full Week]

National Radiological Technology Week (thru 11.9) [1st Full Week]

National Vocation Awareness Week (thru 11.9) [1st Full Week]

Polar Bear Week (thru 11.9) [1st Full Week]

World Communication Week (thru 11.9) [1st Full Week]

Festivals Beginning November 3, 2024

Africa International Film Festival (Lagos, Nigeria) [thru 11.9]

The Bloody Mary Festival (Denver, Colorado)

Greenville FunFest (Greenville, South Carolina)

Harvest Home Festival & 5K Run (North Grafton, Massachusetts)

New England Christmas Festival (Uncasville, Connecticut) [thru 11.5]

Pack Expo International (Chicago, Illinois) [thru 11.6]

Vladivostok International Jazz Festival (Vladivostok, Russia) [thru 11.22]

Feast Days

Acepsimas of Hnaita and companions (Greek Orthodox Church)

Ambrose Bierce Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

André Malraux (Writerism)

Annibale Carracci (Artology)

Benvenuto Cellini (Artology)

Betcha Festival (Japan)

Clydog (Christian; Saint)

Cristiolus (Christian; Saint)

Diwali, Day 4 (Hindu, Jain, Sikh), a.k.a. ... 

Day of Cowdung (Krishna)

Day of Oxen

Day of Self (Newar)

Gobardhan Puja (Krishna)

Goru Puja

Goru Tihar

Mha Puja (Newar)

Ed Murawinski (Artology)

Elias I of Antioch (Syriac Orthodox Church)

Ermengol (a.k.a. Hermengaudius; Christian; Saint)

Flour (Christian; Saint)

Gaudiosus of Tarazona (Christian; Saint)

Goseki Kojima (Artology)

Gustaf Tenggren (Artology)

Gwenfrewi (Celtic Book of Days)

Gwenhael (Christian; Saint)

Hegel (Positivist; Saint)

Hilaria (a.k.a. Cybele’s day; Day of Joy and Old Roman Spring Festival; Ancient Rome) [also 3.25]

Hubertus (a.k.a. Hubert; Christian; Saint) [Belgium]

Isia (Rebirth of Osiris Festival; Ancient Egypt; Everyday Wicca)

Isis Cult Feast (Ancient Rome)

Isis/Osiris Mysteries VII (Pagan)

Jesús Blasco (Artology)

Kissing Frogs Day (Pastafarian)

Libertine (Christian; Saint)

Lois Mailou Jones (Artology)

Malachy O' More (Christian; Saint)

Manuel Lozano Garrido (Christian; Blessed)

Martin Cruz Smith (Writerism)

Martin de Porres (Christian; Saint)

Papulus (Christian; Saint)

Parsley Scattering Season Ends (Shamanism)

Pirmin (a.k.a. Priminius; Christian; Saint)

QuestPit Pitch Day

Richard Hooker (Anglican Communion)

Rumwold of Buckingham (a.k.a. Rumbald or Rumald; Christian; Saint)

Rupert Mayer (Christian; Blessed)

Silvia (Christian; Saint)

Small Furry Creatures Appreciation Day (Pastafarian)

Takao Saito (Artology)

Terence McNally (Writerism)

Whizzy (Muppetism)

Willian Cullen Bryant (Writerism)

Winifrede (Christian; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Fatal Day (Pagan) [21 of 24]

Prime Number Day: 307 [63 of 72]

Shakku (赤口 Japan) [Bad luck all day, except at noon.]

Unfortunate Day (Pagan) [52 of 57]

Premieres

Abandoned Luncheonette, by Hall and Oates (Album; 1973)

At the Hop, by Danny and the Juniors (Song; 1957)

… Baby One More Time, by Britney Spears (Song; 1998)

Borat (Film; 2006)

Carrie (Film; 1976)

Charlie’s Angels (Film; 2000)

Different Strokes (TV Series; 1978)

Dune: Part 2 (Film; 2023)

The Fabulous Johnny Cash, by Johnny Cash (Album; 1958)

Fiddler on the Roof (Film; 1971)

Flushed Away (Animated Aardman Film; 2006)

The Goddess of Spring (Silly Symphony Disney Cartoon; 1934)

The Golden Apples of the Sun, by Ray Bradbury (Short Story; 1953)

Good Morning America (TV Morning Show; 1975)

Great Balls of Fire, by Jerry Lee Lewis (Song; 1957)

Guys and Dolls (Film; 1955)

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (Film; 2002) [#2]

Hawks & Doves, by Neil Young (Album; 1980)

His Dark Materials (UK TV Series; 2019)

Hold That Pose (Disney Cartoon; 1950)

I Will Always Love You, Whitney Houston version (Song; 1992)

Jittery Jester (Woody Woodpecker Carton; 1958)

Lady Bird (Film; 2017)

The Mad Hatter (Color Rhapsody Cartoon; 1940)

The Nanny (TV Series; 1993)

The Navy (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1930)

Never Sock a Baby (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1939)

Ninotchka (Film; 1939)

One Mouse in a Million (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1939)

Pippi Longstocking, by Astrid Lindgren (Children’s Book; 1945)

Puss in Boots (Ub Iwerks Laugh-O-Grams Cartoon; 1922)

Rage Against the Machine, by Rage Against the Machine (Album; 1992)

Red Queen to Gryphon Three, by Gryphon (Album; 1974)

Salt Water Taffy (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1930)

Sleepy Time Possum (WB MM Cartoon; 1951)

So Lonely, by the Police (Song; 1978)

Thank U, Next, by Ariana Grande (Song; 2018)

Thor: Ragnarok (Film; 2017)

Tokyo Story (Film; 1953)

Unbelievable, by EMF (Song; 1990)

The Village Blacksmith, featuring Farmer Al Falfa (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1933)

The Voice of the Turkey (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1950)

Wild and Woolfy (Tex Avery Droopy MGM Cartoon; 1945)

Today’s Name Days

Hubert, Martin, Pirmin, Rupert, Silvia (Austria)

Hubert, Martin, Silvija, Tvrtko (Croatia)

Hubert (Czech Republic)

Hubertus (Denmark)

Kaido, Kaidu, Kaimar, Kaimo, Kairo, Kaivo (Estonia)

Terho (Finland)

Gwenaël, Hubert (France)

Hubert, Martin, Pirmin, Silvia (Germany)

Győző (Hungary)

Amico, Giusto, Silvia (Italy)

Dagnija, Ērika (Latvia)

Hubertas, Silvija, Vidmantas (Lithuania)

Raymond, Roy (Norway)

Bogumił, Cezary, Chwalisław, Hubert, Huberta, Sylwia (Poland)

Achepsima, Aitala, Iosif (Romania)

Hubert (Slovakia)

Martín, Silvia (Spain)

Hubert, Hugo (Sweden)

Hobart, Hubert, Huberta, Malachi, Silvia, Sylvia, Winfred, Winifred, Winnie (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 308 of 2024; 58 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 7 of Week 44 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Hagal (Hailstone) [Day 8 of 28]

Chinese: Month 10 (Yi-Hai), Day 3 (Xin-Wei)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 2 Heshvan 5785

Islamic: 1 Jumada I 1446

J Cal: 8 Wood; Oneday [8 of 30]

Julian: 21 October 2024

Moon: 4%: Waxing Crescent

Positivist: 28 Descartes (11th Month) [Hume]

Runic Half Month: Wyn (Joy) [Day 12 of 15]

Season: Autumn or Fall (Day 42 of 90)

Week: 1st Full Week of November

Zodiac: Scorpio (Day 11 of 30)

[lys-jeorge]

We got 4 kestrels, 2 of whom were having an argument feat. Some very impressive flying, a brief glimpse of a wee lizard, a jersey tiger moth, some other moth i need to research, various blue butterflies, burnet moth cocoons which look weird, and non creature

Who wants to play spot the entrance to a ww2 underground radio headquarters

And this plant is an orchid called Autumn Lady's Tresses, very twisty, I like it

[blessmeultima00]

Bathed in the golden whimsy of an autumn's embrace, the lady's ebullience is as the unbridled river that flows into the vast and waiting sea. Her auburn tresses cascade about her in a curious dance of their own, unrestrained, as they play with the sunbeams that have stolen their way through the canopy of leaves above. Each strand gleams with a life accorded by the tender touch of the day's fading light. The russet and golden hues around her seem to whisper tales of yore to which her laughter provides a mellifluous response, echoing the lightness of her spirit. Adorned in the timeless attire of modernity, the leather jacket whispering hints of her audacity, she seems to flirt with the very essence of freedom itself. The smirk that dances upon her visage, flirting with the more profound, hidden joys and secrets, suggests an intimacy with mirth that only the truly liberated can claim acquaintance with. In her eyes, a bright sparkle speaks of inner peace—an intangible yet discernible companion to her grace. Indeed, the world tilts briefly on its axis to marvel at the sight of such genuine revelry in the heart of life's own canvas.

[auburniivenus]

╰┈➤ @spiderwarden got healed!

In   the   bustling   tavern,   where   the   effluvium   of   roasting   meat   and   the   sweet   pungency   of   brews   did   mingle   with   the   smoke-scented   atmosphere,   they   found   themselves   captivated,   as   though   by   inexorable   threads   of   orlay,   in   the   comforting   embrace   of   the   hearth's   glow.   Its   scurrying   flames   performed   an   ardent   ballet,   yielding   an   aureate   light   that   ENRAPTURED   them,   cloistered   from   the   clamor   of   the   exterior   turbulence.

The   pair   of   ladies,   each   a   solitary   sojourner   adrift   upon   life's   vast   loom,   chanced   to   convene   at   an   antiquated   oaken   board,   imprinted   with   the   lore   of   myriad   epochs   of   laughter   and   lament.   Their   gazes   locked—a   confluence   of   investigative   wonder   and   mute   camaraderie—and   there   sprouted   between   them   a   frangible   sapling   of   fellowship,   as   tender   as   the   vernal   dawn.

Orihime,   her   tresses   a   fire-touched   cascade   reminiscent   of   autumn's   own   foliage,   did   propel   herself   slightly   over   the   timeworn   carpentry.   Her   digits   danced   across   its   edges   as   though   she   could   cajole   arcane   wisdom   from   within   its   deteriorating   depths.   Her   address   unfurled   like   an   aural   tapestry   spun   by   celestial   muses,   elaborating   recollections   of   urban   rhythm,   its   peaks   and   valleys—an   elegy   as   elaborate   and   multifaceted   as   her   own   storied   existence. “It   is   rare   to   have   a   moment   like   this,   so   peaceful.”

[the-witcher-parks]

The Monstrous and the Fair par TheOneAndOnly UnicornWhisperer Via Flickr : In the dim days of autumn's mist, as leaves descended from trees and the wind keened through narrow town lanes, there dwelt a maiden named Eliza, possessed of entrancing beauty. Her existence remained secluded, far removed from raucous revelry and the tempestuous world. Her fervent passion lay in crafting fantastical tales wherein she wove worlds of wonder and summoned enchanting creatures. One somber afternoon, rain beating against her windows and Eliza lost in her tales, a gentle rapping sounded at her door. She rose in bewilderment, unbarred the entrance, and there stood a mysterious lady. This stranger bore raven-black tresses flowing in cascading ringlets and eyes aglow with eerie emerald light. "Eliza," spoke the stranger in a deep and smoky voice, "I bear a gift for thee." She proffered a modern contraption, a laptop, its exterior a mysterious shade of dark violet. "What is the purpose of this?" inquired Eliza, her perplexity growing. "This device shall bestow upon thee the power to transform thy tales into reality," the enigmatic lady explained. "Write what thy heart desires, and it shall materialize." With a final enigmatic curtsy, the lady vanished into obscurity, leaving Eliza alone with the uncanny bequest. Initially dismissed as jest, curiosity impelled her to open the laptop and let her fingers course over its keys. Eliza embarked on her literary endeavor, plunging into a narrative titled "The Monstrous and the Fair." It told of a maiden who fell in love with a grotesquely disfigured creature, not for its semblance but for the purity of its heart and nobility of its soul. As Eliza inscribed the final words, she sensed an oddity in the atmosphere. A faint yet ceaseless knocking reverberated at her portal. Her heart raced as she threw open the door, revealing an incredible tableau—a monstrous yet gentle creature before her very eyes. The beast she had conjured stood in her presence—a hideous entity, its visage grotesque, yet eyes that burned with kindness. Eliza could do naught but succumb to an affection for the beast, not for its appearance, but for its intrinsic virtue. Together, they composed further tales—of monstrous beings with noble hearts who traversed the realm of humankind. These chronicles became corporeal, and people discovered that beauty dwelt not merely in outward semblance but, crucially, in the core of one's being. Eliza and the beast embarked on a journey across the world, penning narratives and uniting mortals with creatures once deemed monsters. Their tales erected bridges betwixt realms, imparting unto humanity a profound lesson: genuine beauty resided within the heart, and love acknowledged no boundaries, in reality or fancy. And thus, they existed, in a world born through the sorcery of their words and the potency of their love. In the arms of the beast, Eliza found ultimate fulfillment.

[royaldailynew]

#New Princess Kate looked immaculate for the poignant occasion, braving the chilly autumn weather in an elegant tailored coat from @emiliawickstead The royal's silhouette-skimming coat was crafted from rich burgundy wool, which she paired perfectly with sleek pointed-toe heels from @gianvitorossi and the Princess of Wales' feather brooch - a royal heirloom gifted to the late Princess Diana when she married Prince Charles in 1981. The Princess enviable brunette tresses were styled in loose curls that framed her pretty features, cascading past her shoulders under a chic pillbox hat from @seangbarrett adorned with an oversized bow. Princess Kate highlighted her ageless glow with soft bronzer, subtle eye makeup and rosy blush. No royal lady is ever seen without her handbag, of wich Princess Kate opted for her Mulberry 'Bayswater' clutch in 'Cranberry Suede'. #africanstate #kingcharlesiii #princewilliamofwales #princewilliamofwales #europeanroyals #KateMiddleton #katemiddletonfashion #BritishRoyals #DuchessofCambridge #duchessofcambridgestyle #KateMiddleton #duquesadecambridge #PrinceWilliam https://www.instagram.com/p/ClWCa4VPzXt/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[myfoodsflowers]

Vanda coerulea🥀 กล้วยไม้ฟ้ามุ่ย 🇹🇭 commonly known as blue orchid, blue vanda or autumn lady’s tresses, is a species of orchid found in Northeast India, Thailand extending to China. It has bluish purple flowers which are very long-lasting compared to other orchids.