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chicinsilk · 3 months ago
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US Vogue August 15, 1952
Cherry Nelms wears a navy blue gabardine suit with a multi-pleated skirt and a small rounded jacket with a black velvet collar. By Ben Gaynes, in Miron wool gabardine. Faux pearl necklace, Richelieu.
Cherry Nelms porte un tailleur en gabardine bleu marine avec une jupe à plis multiples et une petite veste arrondie au col en velours noir. Par Ben Gaynes, en gabardine de laine Miron. Collier en fausses perles, Richelieu.
Photo Ted Croner vogue archive
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capswarmedals · 11 months ago
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BBC GHOSTS: DEEP DIVE
"You're a bloody fool, James!" - Ben Willbond, Inside Ghosts: A Christmas Gift.
CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR CHRISTMAS EPISODE AND SEASON 5. BE WARNED.
Okay, just before we start, I WILL be referring to BOTH James and The Captain. Wait and see, your poor little dumplings.
We all know The Captain. Brave, stern, always has a stiff upper lip and of course, most obviously, he's an ABBA loving star. Joking (not really though)!! The most obvious part is that he is gay, but he hides it deep down inside himself. You'd have to kill him to find out or well, you know what I mean (/ref). That part deep down inside himself is James. James. The real person, the person under the mask, the villain, the mastermind of it all. Except that... James isn't really anything like The Captain. James is not brave, not stern, never has a stiff upper lift, but he's still an ABBA fan and gay. Incredibly, incredibly gay.
We know that he had a very, VERY strong crush on Havers (Anthony as I will be referring to) as evident in the Cricket Report in the Button House Archives and in Redding Weddy/Carpe Diem. Throughout the series, we see James fall for men. Mike ("Yes, he'd make a very fine soldier."), Adam, the director ("Yes, though I might just... Check."), Pat (even though it's not as obvious, but it's certainly there).
Many people, including myself, head canon James/The Captain to be autistic, and I can very much add some reason and proof to these reasons.
1. A very strict routine. This man will NOT let go of routine, and it is clear in 4x02 (Speak As Ye Chooses) where he states: "It's all very well saying 'At ease', but what do you do for the rest of the day?" and visible expression of shock and anger to finding out that a club was cancelled. As we come to the end of episode, where we see the man casually without his jacket on, he says "We've got forever" before immediately re-settling himself into his strict routine when being reminded of Film Club. But of course, this could be either that James is attracted to Captain America or is just reminded of his strict routine. This links into another point about change. In 3x05 (Something To Share?), this silly man agrees with Pat about how it is frightfully important to have an extremely strict routine. DON'T get me started on his almost coming out. (I will talk about this.)
2. Hyperfixations. This man has a hyperfixation/special interest in tanks, birds and basically anything remotely military related. He made a club solely dedicated FOR birds. He values his hyperfixations over secrets ("This is outrageous, I'll simply have to tell Fanny-" "No more war documentaries, then." "Your secret is safe with me, she'll have to kill me first- Well- You know what I mean."). 1x02, watching Hitler's Secret Superweapons "It's Christmas! I mean, it's Christmas Morning!" and when Mike turns it off... "What the bally heck do you think you are doing? Where the bally hell are the tanks?" "If you were dead, I would thrash your bottom, sir!". As like other autistic people, such as myself, taking away our hyperfixations isn't a good thing. We don't like that.
3. Masking/easily overwhelmed. (Basically what this deep dive is about). James is the true individual. The Captain is his mask, his shell. And he's been living in it for far too long now. He does not like change, and hates loud noises. This is clear when a club is cancelled in 4x02, and when he realizes the Queen's speech is televised in 2x07. He stress stims by using his swagger stick (Or Anthony's) and twirling it around in his fingers, he bounces a lot, he hums a lot, and whenever he matches about the place, he swings his arms depending on what arm the swagger stick is under (usually the right), and yes, I know that military marching is very exaggerating on the arms, but STILL, it's an output of energy that he does CONSTANTLY. I don't think I've seen anybody talk about the fact he hums. He does it SO MUCH.
4. Tone. Because of his ridiculous amount of gayness inside of him, this man cannot always understand straight jokes. 5x04, where they play Blankety Blank and he does not understand the word "saucy" (I mean, it is late 20th century/early 21st century slang...) and does not approve of the meaning. He gets jokes late, but that's alright because I do too.
ANYWAYS. Back to his pining.
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In the first GIF, you see James check Adam out. This also happens in another scene with the quote "Do you find yourself to be distracted?" where he takes the moment to check Adam out yet again. In this second GIF, you see James slightly creep out when he realizes that he's openly saying he'll miss a man, with that look down, almost ashamed of himself.
But why does he fall for these men of order? Because it reminds him of Anthony, not because they're bossing everyone about - it's as if they're doing the bossing about for him, so he can relax and be himself. During Redding Weddy, we see Anthony order the unit around whilst James is looking outside the window (suppressing stims, but bouncing slightly on his feet) trying to spot Germans. I could see why James fell for Anthony. Despite everyone else, Anthony does not see these stims as annoying or his remarks to be unfunny. We see him SMILE when James makes a joke.
As we know, their love for each other was mutual.
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He knew.
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Anthony smiles after saying "James" and saying "I know". Why? He knew he was dying, he knew that James loved him, he knew why James was here. He wanted to be by James' side as he died to comfort him. To just be together, maybe once. Maybe twice. We don't know if they've held hands, kissed, but still. This is a very significant moment.
Additionally, Anthony's knowledge of James' intense crush is during their talk in James' office in Redding Weddy as it starts to reach a conclusion. Anthony subtly hints to the fact that if James should say anything, the moment is now ("Well, if that's all?").
He raises his eyebrow slightly, communicating to James that he is eager to hear what he really says, and that it's okay to be them because they're alone together. But no. The Captain completely hides James away. Anthony understands, he always has. The Captain probably hid James away because of Anthony's reaction to "I shall miss you, Havers." (his smile drops).
But... "I say, Havers?"
The way Anthony turns around. SO QUICK.
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His smile. It's so ridiculously warm. But he knows because he saw that hesitancy, he saw James' sad expression. James is bally well sad that Anthony is leaving!!
Masking is clearly shown in this conversation. The Captain is preventing James from speaking the truth. And just like how he buried the limpet mine, he too, buried his feelings. And it became a ticking time bomb to Carpe Diem, where that emotional bomb finally explodes.
He leaves it to the last second. Literally. Let me show you proof.
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Ben is absolutely AMAZING at micro-expressions, one of the many reasons I love to delve into The Captain so much. Carpe Diem (5x05) is an excellent example of some of the best James scenes.
Right here, what I am personally reading is that James is attempting to unmask, or is in the process of doing so. He deciding whether he should tell his story or not. This frame is important as it comes just after the quote "When I died, I never got to be surrounded by the people I loved." Blatant foreshadowing here because well, it shows that James loved Anthony and still does, despite it being 83 years since Anthony left of that year, he still holds him very dear to his heart. Of course, he has Anthony's swagger stick, which I love because he's always been there with James to help him out through moments. I love that and I love everything about that. How I ADORE Simon Hynd's directing here of the camera position, openly hinting to the fact that James died with Anthony next to him. God, everyone in that show is a mastermind!!
I also think that he is remembering here. Perhaps remembering the good memories? That Sunday afternoon stroll, or that certain Cricket Report? He's trying desperately to remember Anthony so he doesn't forget him when he moves on. For all he knows, he doesn't even know if Anthony thinks of him. All he knows is that he knew, and is most probably dead. He doesn't know what's beyond the veil. He doesn't know if he'll see Anthony. It's worth it.
This "desperate searching" facial expression is the same as the expression he had when glancing at the gate a few scenes prior to this, eyebrows furrowed and mouths slightly agape. It cuts to the gate, where we know, that in Redding Weddy, Havers walked out of. Anthony. Yet again, he's remembering him. James is obsessed with the memory of Anthony, the good times they had yet the good times they never were really good as laws about homosexuality were extremely strict. You could even say he is clingy.
Another thing is that, The Captain is one of the most favourite characters and people have been demanding to see how he died for ages! Why is it near the end of the last season? Well. I may have an idea to why it is in the last season.
James leaves things until the last second, he leaves the real explanation to things until it's too late. I saw someone on tiktok quote that James is as pretty as poppies because his love sprouts up in the wrong times and wrong places, which I think is amazing. I personally believe that his death was purposely the last one because you needed to see that he's more than just a stern WW2 CO with no feelings. He's an anxious man who's terrified of the real world so decides to seclude himself in a time and place where he was loved. World War 2. 1940. When Anthony loved him. We needed to see this inner secluded character within him to make the death sadder, which is what Ben likes, the silly man.
This also explains why he says "Is it? Is it, Alison?" during Redding Weddy because, well, with his mindset and attitude, he doesn't believe the war is over. He wasn't very good at keeping a unit of alive people under control, but perhaps he could try at keeping a whole bunch of dead people under control to keep himself busy from accepting the fact that Anthony is gone and he should emotionally move on.
In 4x04 (Gone Gone), the episode where Mary moves on, we see that James' coping mechanism is to keep himself busy. Keep himself busy so he doesn't have to focus on his feelings, but when he's given the time to pause and process it... He completely breaks down. Imagine that with Anthony when he left for North Africa.
But why does he like Pat?
Well. It isn't canon. But, the most recent Christmas special definitely hints at it. Pat introduced James to the amazing thing of baby talking, attempting to teach him just as Mia is put to bed. But once again The Captain's hard shell is back again and gives him a monotone voice and tone, rather making him seem like a robot. But at the end of the episode. He learned, and the glance he takes towards Pat is "Did I do it?" and Pat gives him a warm smile and a subtle nod. HUSBANDS I TELL YOU!
The Woodworm Men (3x03): Pat outbests The Captain with camping, yet they are still both very keen. The Captain trudged back though!! In this episode, James is awarded the teamwork badge from Pat, and when you see the scene, you can tell that he is smitten and in love. Because, now rewatching that scene with the context of his death, he must've been the happiest he had been in a while to achieve and properly earn a badge. James, I think, personally likes Pat because he still has all the leading roles (being a scout leader) and that reminds him a lot of Anthony hence why we see them working together in a lot of episodes (2x06, 2x02, etc). It all leads back to Anthony. Who knows what would've happened if they didn't meet.
I also think that Getting Out (1x06) is a good episode that represents self growth as well as debating with the issue of being mocked, as James is mocked in the episode.
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This is him overhearing the conversation. Confusion. Anger. This episode is where James learns that not everybody will adapt themselves for him, not everybody will accept the way he acts. It's pretty clear that he cannot control this mindset he has, it was probably drilled into him, the poor soul. The way he brings himself back into the group is through a secret weapon (Kitty, because she's the most likeable and their relationship is mwah).
This episode is also important because of the scene in the library with James and Kitty.
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"What matters more? Keeping Alison here, or letting her be happy?"
Now imagine that question but Anthony. James has sacrificed his life and soul towards Anthony, and even has a piece of him with him. This man is obsessed with Anthony. Crazily in love. He can't control his feelings for people. It just... Happens.
After Carpe Diem, it took me only a fraction of a second to see how comfortable he was. He was free to love who he wanted! I was stimming so crazily when the last scene of Season 5 (disregarding the Christmas special) was him being gay. Fanny comforted him after he came out, and every one supported him. He feels safe now.
The mirror and the draw in the intro.
Personally, I believe that the mirror represents the fact that his medals are the right way, meaning that the man in the mirror is The Captain and the man looking at his reflection is James. He's looking what he could've been. A hero. Yet now that he's come to terms with himself, James knows that he can be himself now. Free of judgement. Free of secluding himself away. I believe that the drawer represents him ever searching for more memories to grasp onto, more things about Anthony to remember. I also think it represents the fact that there is something inside of him that is worth looking for, and that thing deserves to be looked for and looked after. The draw is pulled out as far as it can go, so this could point to the fact that there is something buried within the house that needs to be found and given back to him. Could be the limpet mine. Or perhaps that William letter truly was a love letter.
OVERALL:
James is a different man to The Captain. The Captain is merely a costume or a nickname James wears knowing full well of the man he is underneath those perceived images of him. James is a coward. James is obsessed with Anthony. His heart has bled so much he has to rely on the small amount of attention from someone so he can carve it out and then offer it to those people who attention has been wasted on him. Ben is an amazing actor and writer who threads things together so subtly and sneakily it's insane. James won't let go of the military mindset, just incase he meets Anthony when he moves on. He thinks that no one will fall in love with the present him so he tries his best to act like his old self. Ben is right. You certainly are a fool, James. But oh, how I love your character.
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libidomechanica · 1 year ago
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For to telle of þe wyldrenesse of Wyrale; wonde þe polysed of
A ballad sequence
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Close as well forgotten good name.     And heuez vp a wyndow, and musicks mirth, a goodly my     faire face, in number flesh.
The people’s an abstraction of     wylle; hit watz stad, his þro þoȝt ellez; bot he hade faylez     þou þe better to
worch as þe dede had hym in armez     con felde þe toruayle hym acordez to þe bryȝt     grene when þe court a
Crystenmas whyle—and I wonde? I     am tired of a wall bounding for each other’s. He     glent þeralofte; þe olde
loke a little. And last till you     lying star, twixt place of þe prynce kneled doun bifore þe     kyng, bid me boȝe fro fole
houes. They bene like other     with hay! May heauenly parliamentary that if I by     a happier, be it
ten for neede not for ambitious     eyes so sleȝe þat ilke gome vnder feet to thy cliffs where else shall     stilly bi a strok and
þoȝt. As may be strait is flying     cloud as the sallow walls, which yet men prove was not a mote.     The shoe is from the
laureate’s sty: and hay! Oft leudlez     alone that envise all, and yet grew dim, drew quiet tomb,     to be consumers of
Albion’s earliest birds unknown;     unless thou hast told, and Oothoon weeps not; she ca’d. And bene     a little thou’t love,
and thou, O warriors come, with bred     blent þeralofte; his curls fell negligently o’er his post.     With honour in his chair:
though seeming the wild air; still increase     that she cannot say— at leashed and body, but to despond     rather than recall
the cheek to here. Though six days smooth     the background when you cease our hopefull hap to sing, that     I hear ye lie, ye ill
woman, who’s to Love which, at the     strait he watz stapled stifly start no more than the sky and     the God of shaking him
safe into words? Lovers lie abed     with secret heart, and nedez hit most precautious to     a pitch of nicety,
where it was a spinning world of     forest wyde, with they saye the bels, to make sudden spark still     adorne as I said, and
fayth, Sir Gawayn, gayn hit me tene     þat Salamon set sumquyle in bytoknyng of     enterludez, to laȝe and
to his sermons jokes; but the lion     and þe assaut watz his brest henged; in rede rudede     vpon vche a halue, and laȝt
a lace lyȝtly me to, else theyr     cote. But I trust the first to lose by one that all, though he     hade lerne, syn he came scuffing
in his waste, and with a bront     ful sure with lamplike eyes open? I couþe cowpled hor houndez     hym one, þat þe trawþe.
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Waking the thrilling light as ioying     in hand, thy long, but wish’d abolish’d Russian—how we won’t     mention, why we need not inflate and worse essays promist     both to run her. Your dog,
tranquil, though seldom hearsay, or     from this maner bi þe wykez, when bursts, and kin. A sweet     thief which happens rarely: this head doth first day, first he hewes     of wymmen alyue, and bonchef
þat burde be calde, and ��e knyȝt     fallez after, as hit is Ȝol ouerȝede, and situation,     talkkande kry as klyffes haden brusten. The range and     þoled hir þeder in
a mery mantyle, mete     tyme; I haf a strok for an oþer ȝe mowe. An age to find,     the blue are the rivers, in happy hours, with Barsabe, þat     stryke wyth my signet are
told; that we have I wonne. I see—     I see—Ah, no! Blind to thy holy feet visit our cloud,     around plumes his sway, as I knowe! And þerfor þat ientyle     kniȝtes, syþen kayred
to me I bore they of ioy and     watchful of dryftes ful radly þay lance needs, sweet disorders     of Albion hear her werkkez, bot in þe fute þer     þe fallez, and alle
his pomp to crowd; and syþen I yow     ask; ȝe knowe þe costes als, sumwhyle wyth wynter top,     the circumstances with this stanza Henry said he hade     ben soiourned sauerly and
coynt of my Firmán, he quickly     steep in a country wags too—and, alas! In spenne to smyte;     with all the mound of threescore; cure thy song, have sped, had I     then dreadful blast is blowne
away of telle, he hypped     of no rescowe. But as they grew; a good occasion? Which     though to haue a hauberghe at home and fall. Now and thou, to     whom I loved what garden
of God that wont tenrage the Rauen     of heaven. And his longing eyes like to a marble     looming like the farms wi’ me. But love divisible friars,     one friar of Orders
Gray. What says she my dearest,     teach our hopefull hap to sing their fare; and in place open     for they mought be pleasaunce mought needes decay, and his     wesand bene a little
turret whence came instead of laying     her vp to thy sensual; for beauty being past     me so divine ASTREA may be wont þat þe resayt, bi     þat þe diner watz ladde
to þe dere day er hym bysyde     Alle þe clamberande in erde, his vanish’d, gone like Banquo’s     offspring;—floating past me seems too pure for qualities     why are free not to grieve,
mistaken, o’er the moon, and this     pride, til Meȝelmas mone watz cummen, þat þe myry mon, Mary     yow ȝelde, with haughty shopkeepers, who looks asquint on     his dread, how chearefull
dreriment. Tho may we lerned     at his thunder’s sound, and askez, Ferde lest he ne myȝt; braches     rewardez. That euen he blusched vpon folde han fallen     hym to Kryst. Since that love,
I could soone her dukes the body’s     mask of this, authorizing thy present her will kame thy     yellow-sailed boat comes Love, for evermore wylle, not a     presence I adore my
bonie Bell. Who is the usual     burdens, and the bump I ride in the fragrance after, and     leaves. Learn to tene; þe lorde hym broȝten, for that he proued hade.     Let rays of verity.
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On my frailties which makes a strand.     For that in a ker syde, and we dropez of þe Rounde Table,     vche burning foremost infernal chains to bind the wild     bee’s song she lay clothed all
his meschef ȝif he wolde, in hope     of beautiful simplicity,— a merit not the grieslie     Todestool growne the Forrest I did strive. To þe here, and     ladis þat louked at
þe last grew a little feuds, at     least, poor soul! Self-will’d, for hir sake, to be recured by     nature’s law. Lord Henry was a miracle. Bi rote. Is     poor, and þat menskly depart,
leaving that, that innovation’s     mind was seen in years, they give her walour and mind, enough     to scorn denied me þiself, when its sides, and tyruen     of her glorious gold.
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Syn we have I used to be gain’d.     Now what way they least herself, þat wolde no waþe. Some face turned     towrast. Which grownd, helpe me mine offences of travel. Dirty     and pertly he melez. The Sexes sprung amidst the     depart—and now and wooings.
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They refuses burdenous smart.     A wounded in her with holy feet visit our cloud, that     i may go unto him, and take his gowden locks and cleanly     couer, that have plenty, much for a cov’ring to the bright     torch of love by that now
he com ho of his belde neuer     þe French flod Felix Brutus, þe boweles, brennez þerof     neuer in the whole things which stille, and deprece your prysoun,     er God for bate, on þi lyfte hym sone, and loathed Paddocks     lording on the rest. No
one could that touch of worthy her     sight from Astrea flyeth. Like to teche, as ȝe ar a lede vpon     thine in right, garnisht without cards, and the world so soon, and     tenor turne, both by the natural agent—or a mouse, but     better lately sent. Ours
is a bold bigge as Bulls, that I     must shine so rich in the bliss of friend’s heart, shame alike. And     then the great mouth vnfayre bi þe bakbon to vnbynde. Tho when asleep,     in this troubled, the tracery of the flocke, fast by     the summer sweet babe father’s
dwell: no doome show the least must     torments of the official canopy. They dance expires     died from its supposed though death may she did his belde neuer     payred at þe leude lyste, worþe hit noȝt bot around her     eyes wide, all the curse so
darkly on my face deepe furrow?     The erotically merry; but though he hade fro þe     meyny he menskful þingez; þat mislykez me, ladé, for     luf of þat breme Winter come and caroles and faire, ycladde     in clothing more of
other joys beside the other’s,     and your wonted; bot þe knyȝtez þen innoȝe þat is þe fende,     in forme words of the night a sickly moon, and had collapse,     a small hands, saying, Accept all happinesse, vp to yoursell     nor insolent enough,
that where these, how chearefully     they’re sincerity was obvious stormy bed lay     there is the full-waked sensitive, which with their fear,     fantastically swollen moon let me, ah lette as he atled,     þer hade he ben duȝty
and fayth I þe tape haue and he     schal se hit is a sickly moon, or glittering Pyes,     do louers proue; they are they said, and his guard the humour doth     my rest defeated. As is the sun now in the show’d, like     diuers fethered as clear
sense does the belly full, or proud     desired, and in one griefs in the bier, while yet tis praise     to the eclipse, arguing home, straight my Theotormon is     a sad thing very glorious mind; for shall mark you eyeing     me, I do betrayed
by the basest weed outbraves     his dissimulation as to thee. Came over Juan’s mint,     whate’er the gude stoute: but Juan hard, but your fists. I hold him,     but silence and strayen abroad; informer! And happed þerinne,     and ȝet hem be-hold.
And sweet thy tread, for fear we shoulder,     give her walour and costes als, and I schal seche me     truly, know how her grieuous ynne doth hinder your eccho ring.     Then let me in yowre bed, burne, that keeps mine eye loves it is     the first draughts go free, where
the break a single acts, thought, like     that ancient trees they in skin on flat, cool rocks, so drew my     life I sported; I pass’d tween thee aright, whilk stood prepare     themselves for þe mon may hyden hit of þe world ends a     bee circle, and taste loues
delight, that so it chanc’d to be     done to thee. Of any slight turned tyme þrowe best þenk on þe     seruyse of þat leuer wer nowþe haf þe, hende of þat art, bi     þe rode’, and haue me hitte: haf herde telle þe clamberande     on high jove weighs the moon!
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And he ful hyȝe: who stiȝtel, and     yet grew more com, oþer a still be death shedding heart sae fu’     o’ wae! Er me wont to
seeke the tempestuous petticoat—     a careless; but if thy galage once she from off though     seen of nonentity?
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Of our speechless Eleonora’s     fate proclaimed the capo d’opera, not for so many     years were that which on the
life in a way to close the gotten     all the dark, and so hit is symple; bot for sale, but     blush to heare, rude ditties
tund to his schelde schape, I schal gif     yow, Gawayne in haste. He calde hem about, lord Henry was     a strok for an oþer ȝe
mowe. Hors þenne, and sea-sick passengers     returned; one joy absorb another kind. Eagle fierce,     for this poachers caught it
seem’d an age—expectant, powerless,     and surly, yet t is—ye power to longe louelych     loke ho layde hym wel, as
þay slyt þe slot euen, toward thro’ the     public as the objects love excell and yet tis praise, until     preferment, coming
faith and darken’d watches out my     ribs, and, puffing, proues that froward fortune means. ’St thou stil,     and gave it room to play,
at first touched no sound; and syþen þe     bed; and perplexing for their wish to take it; that all the     day the sable frock and
dreames, and I schal cheue me granted:     therefore in dread of grandma’s little lintwhite’s nest;     and multitudes in Heav’n,
and therefore my rage, he caught so     long to speakers, bards, diplomatists, if not limit much     improved; he love that of
Dian’s this effect, or fuel, good Thenot     least propensity to jeer: while that’s the great curse, too     good for bate, on þe best
lawsez, brayde his master’s train: her     Lord him self might before we part; and there was at all the     dusk with gems and honour
from hours in their docile, and salure,     and the liar—tells a finer than restore than alive     less bigger þen snawe.
Then say, she is so much louyes. So     thoughts quite in hearing on the grave, the light; and merci beseche     so be thou shalt in
me, that all the seede, that I haf     er herkkened and jealous water, came over us     likez. Instead of night.
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Tell me where is nothing of seeming     so, from whence decline and those blots that awoke in the     Lord Gregory! Now thou
my flower, saying: I pluck the     soft like a stirre not bounding all hearts; but heedy shepherd     peres somedele
ybent to bury all the worlde     whederwarde and let them answer and the day? To bind the     whole were in a vetchy
bed, till I could say more wretched     and erasèd. And þat so foule wagmoires ouergrowen;     wel bisemez; and all
beneath a coronall, and giueth     lawes alone. Half an hour where my cheuicaunce, bi þi fayth, to     the question, and make you
turn over. She had done him the     gaze of his hed cast, schot within! To name, but it seems the     maker of the ev’ning
gilds the neighbouring Scotch Earl of     Giftgabbit had English is flattering to be done. Beauty     appeal says I did
not love is best to put the world,     or in many a Lambe had gone through which o’er the cavern     with wreath of Wisdom of
the familiar guest. He found under     the horizon’s verge. ’ Loud her prayses sing high and those     who had heard of the good
descend in air twine and so will     I pour new light, and seemst to laugh at times relent to such     Liberty. Be gilt, who
sternly dealt their deeds; lilies for     pearls beneath gleamed forth thy sweet loue alone will look farther—     it might be summer or
Winter come and be it stated,     to ask the rivers, how hollow throat and al watz runnen     forth dayez, and fayre furred
with a fear of worlds over and     aue and he heuez hit aboute; hunteres, as ȝe wolde hor     gromez þay calden, and
all night Rauen of his dyntez     hym metten. Would fly, as they muddle along the churches—     I see her to speak, like
Addison’s faint praises, perceived.     Grecian tires are for queens to show it. Business well as     Mother, betrothed us
over the hoary Hal, a     fool whose true when place open for thee. And syþen I yow knowe,     chaunge of frowning fate: but
what was there. He made gainst every     one, nor giue each hour, as is the faith first preparation     unto an oval, square.
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He calde, and þy burȝ and þy cosses     so gode. Such chaffe should in sounds with cold for his love-kindling     first. Not stopped, menaced,
the blacktailed hare: how they will     triumph in love Gregory is the bosom underwent     a glorious to be
receives reproach of us though     that ancient wall, a green which Amphions lyre did lie, ever     sing, then thirst, mysterious
characters are sailing on     the frail, poor soul, as the first a fit successor. Ne I     know, beside thee all the
same stately goddes þerfore þe     hyȝe horsses were, þe best fowre þat aþel Arthure þe hors with     woe, forgotten an vnsoote.
The balmy gales awake, and a     peacock proud city. Peace and stemed and haylsed he ful     hyȝe, Ande oþer charcole
brenned. Late in the spoils of conquered     nations deem him ne’er the tempests bend; our hands of insult     let you an’ I in
ae bed, in the day when Maud was     more explanation to jest upon the early loved her,     and lutte, and ranne out, as
from a half-unquench’d volcano,     o’er a space saints with, hand is alive all her head. For love,     how have I to do þe
dede þat wroȝten. Bring home through thou     hast play’d us many fears as they fly; then, bosom’d in     an April shroud; then glut
thy holy feet visit our clime,     thou dost beguiles, and given her left her memory,     or this close—Come, Sleepe, the
wood would love.—In these rare endowments     only a movie you saw. I schal lerned at þe     lorde ouer his future that
soul of sweet dim lightsome dawn that     kydst not wel for soþe, as suits their face. He gains he can win;     I rather transient view.
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Art left comes by cause,’- is what with mortal river.     The forme þat note place, and dart their sweet dim light of papure pured apert, þe pane ful     chaunce. To kiss thy perfumes composition; and, with jealous cloud as the sun; the ocean     of eternity: the rights not one who, by thee. Also the music which you can heart,     as the maps they lustye, as the sun; the
blue-tick coated Philomel, and enbelyse his     pillow. With anyskynnez counted fair, ever in religious. Or on my frailties     why are free an LP of poetry left on Passions were some mother will ne thought,     that from the devils or a dun. Ne dare lift vp her country that heart was the first doth     my wyf, I wene wel, iwysse, ’ quoþ þe
tulk þe tale has done lamentation upon the     sun rests of solitudes, that neighbouring Scotch Earl of Giftgabbit had English beef     and Spartan broth—and ye still his feet, his other end of their lorde; þe leude, schal bide þe     fyrst oure one; here he schulderez his fare þat pented to noȝt, hadet wyth yow schal be     lost. Busy bot bare þre dayez, and fresh
operation, though that kisses on the blissful     couple burne me burde be call’d an architect and doubt. I lovèd Theotormon seeke for vnknowne     that hiatus maxime deflendus’ to be made. The news around broadening thy amiss,     lest my bedde, kest vp þe luf-lace þe peple bifore þe prynce noble. Between this same     legend—’if you but design to beare:
when tomorrow disappointed out with wrong, have     scanted and dressed, slid slowly; and a slight repast make up that virtues raised: and beauty     who knows nothing more o prys þat vmbeteȝe mony turned the sea? Struck vainly guest; distance to     charge her treasures of silver. More bright euening star-light which the impure scourge force your sleepy     at the faint reflects the true
withalle. Just now enough, and a’ his cote wyth spechez     of myerþe, þat watz lyȝt of bread as of return, with gomen Gawayn he were in stedde.     They give their woe, the hopeless belling with sheepe and spread, fair-set vine, and all night to spil     the fiery car on the secrets of her array, still—not stern—and clear-cut faces     Truth and comez of trweluf craftes.
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With what? But ah such as are, and     gederez þe rake, schowued. Then what he must make play’d us     many fears as the oldest and your rosary of     yew-berries, would go forth in your bed and the king him in     it, that all could have lifted
the sovereign church’s might giuing     lamentation is but worne in honde, hef hyȝly halden þerinne,     baret is þe world’s ways; the poor twas her limbs, and as     your souls immortal mixture breed. As non vnhap had hym kyst     and fause as the wraith-like
mine, to play wyth dere carolez     newe with mony prowde wordes, with wings in the dew,—and Death,     but Juan, thoughts pursue, or, like the pledges left on Passion’s     tongueless crocodile. Great deale worship, warm, since it half     its spray has yielded to
the sky, so stiffe and above the     maps these groups were a comet beneath her first of thy flowing     old song, darken’d watching, consider how quickly shall     the treasure, feele his guard exclaim’d that sweet a face, and     pity; and all thy bloom!
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’Er young, ’twad be a truism. Like foule mot     hit is happens rarely serued hym about, lord Gregory! How shall I, unskilfu’     strings do, for schome þat he problem scrunched
in þe grene; and him flush of youth, I had though they     their uti possidetis. So god as Gawan ful glad, and reward for fuel; I had     the bold Churchman’s tomb excited awe,
who died in thy cliffs, dear Dover! Thing lace, which I     ate like youngling weep. I thoughts which can hurt and ease. Still as the raven’s imperial     sin. To find, happy they! Appearance
like a long eleven. I know it so befell.     If ye be Annie turn’d my true-love frae my mammy yet. On my freedom to delight.     Give me if I erred from him who have
been told, how cross, how Great should not stopp’d em. Faire Sun,     shew forth a modesty, there was not veer round with thee, wherever I should not stopped, menaced,     the monk is lord by nights dream; and
the phantom of her years we’re ever like a     housekeeper, brings Scotland, one and come, she said her awake; mine eye the bridal eve; it is     a thing quite old enjoy’d in your soft
snowy limbs, and alle samen, and tymely     sleep. The country, till my heart, when he castellation is but the like, until he had     man apart from that be Love, she wins,
and master brook’d no lesse folly is he treats all     the deuill at commeth in, before. Your slaue; in iustice paines of þe greue, and I shall     I saw for he is so every bad
a perfections. Of foreign churches; ’ there burde bryȝtest’,     þe burde such chaffe shouldst prove parental feelings on the horrible Love, the breeze a     hundred miles on the husbandman?
La la, this muckel þat myȝt; bot to leade? I schal     telle men for great mouth laugh from those trouts doe theyr flocks for thee. Hit watz þe folk on þe     mountains breaks forth south and fause as the
smart of treaty or negotiation between     your dew, that all, then thou, Anthea, must talk of law before have qualified that doen     so carefully the mother, who buys
whole country, till old age blacktailed hare: how they     gang in wing’d eagle returnest to steal sweet, the hartless rhyme, when non wolde—þaȝ þe schelde     to þe wandez ende, loude crye watz þe
pentangel nwe he ber hit is brought a spectre     has grown moderately prevailing; there will stay, poure out the streams, all to discrye þer glent     laȝed, and make his gore, he thrush replyes,
that long ygoe? Juan felt somewhat loseth of her honde,     he romez vp to þe erþe, wyth cler golde glent vp þerinne as hit fallez, and of Sorrow!     And yet we think our selves, so far
to gard. Mony klyf he ouerclambe in contrayez straunge,     what nwez so þay nome, and sair she chose to avow with the stories are aboute þo giftez,     for Gode, my verse presents the picture
of armes; for al dares to me belongs than to     walk through and rotez a hundred nouþer, with roȝe raged mosse rayled ayquere, among þo þornez     rachez þat tyme, iche tolke þat þe
dore without: ne let housefyres, nor death     succeeded life is wayth fayre loue doth a curres call. Preacher as if it had nothing to     thine heir. To aspye wyth her wyles; a kenet
kyres þerof, þat mon at þat syre, þat dere     Vter after rummaging this dayes meriment. That wilde place þat mayn hors watz þe welkyn     wrastelez out to telle yow lasse.
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Juan put forth in bourdez. Is it     not. And comaunded þe kest his selfe had been so sweet: and     ho hym ȝelde, for þe schal
I redé. With his meschef ȝif he     schulde I wale þe, ’ quoþ Gawayn hatz ben my gestures where were     burn of his silence; she
perhaps to us moon-gazing     her son and tyxt of heauen the pride or praise. To prove the lass     of her immortal light?
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Were shorn of Morn when as t were     as eyes that friar? And o’er the door locked behind the caged     yellow hair, and schaped,
noȝt bot wel waryst nauþer golde neghe     into my destinies. Forse of high birth. Whether is pure.     Dos, techez me ouertake
you remembers better; remembers     more bright, still in an hour. Like to the true when people     take sum tokenez of
tyxt and take her heard it—the wind;     or like—like none, none yow tenez þerof hit me þynkkez     on þe mornyng of man,
and ay rachchez ros, þat wolde,     gladloker, bi God, ’ quoþ þe gome vnder, whyle þe wlonkest wedes     he wish’d abolish’d.
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Can never would euer long. But shall     stilly bi a schorez, þer þay out þe raynes and prove a     girl was left our here, and
through those blots that I did not heard     sittes not even ere it was worth thy self hadst no defence     from God than to fall
and foch þe such sight, with love is     but vainly in the silver. For corne, and when this, whom he     preserved the sandy shore
the contradiction the mast was     blind my middle line, yet saw that same type of generation     fall, or proud faces,
bring her graciously loked, wyth     mony breme bukkez al menskes! ’Ve been the vision     Venus sends of
supernatural water, the first, still     tame? Stately goddess, do thou please, enough, that glory is     the news became historical
superiority     is always that draweth on the cliffs where dwels sweep your     hendely, quen þe donkande
dewe dropez of þe worlde wyȝe hit     yow ȝelde! There was not yet quite full, right therefore her face, þat     watz so ȝepe as ȝe reherce
her large postes adorne her     bosom of their faye. But Adeline the fingers late with     a roystering with you,
tend it weene, doe ye to her of     us can returning to her Willy. But the sky yet     reserved a thousand chaste
Catherine taste next resource is that     o’erwhelming so, from off thought vs many thinges relate:     but who would scorn the
execution, to be her self     might mean. And their patterned in my bonny bower window     flower, glistering with
dew; fragrant flowres, that are we,     unlike, every morning, lustful, happy state and called     gravitation; their daughters
did ye see so far to me; close     the woods may answer&theyr shouting shrill aloud, that voice even     if the manna fall.
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’ Hit is grene chapel, for chaunce. And     now nar ȝe not fair, with mony a widow mourning; I     left to watched by every
act stood last night’s ghost, a prologue     which the speche; þer he bode in hard iisse-ikkles. To prove was     not this: each with a most
expense; they are obedience,     when beauty’s dead body on thee; can’st thou thy selfe alone.     To foresee the mouse and
ever singing in the brighter     timber cotes to move: but, for me, now I thought of Albion’s     chalky belt—a kind of
brende golde bot two myle. And wyth     a bastard shame: for ylike to a shallow, so narrow     space of wits o’er the civil
war is in vain. Forth wanting,     others doo excell in the circling the vanquish’d head, and     they were the conquest I
require found no entrap, nor     am I Mary Magdalane, was Juan; whom several     stations and then avowed.
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The bitters with heauenly guifts; his     fayre he hym grace hade goud day, þe golde vpon fyrst mynged, Wylde     wederez vp his hed
out of their hydes, like sour fruit,     to stirop and a scharp knyuez, haled to her on the shore,     when we praye, and ay sawes
so sleȝe þat waltered ne     fel þe freke þat euer liggen in wyth hor kest han koyntly     bigyled, and hade belted
þe howndez þat oþer lodly     refuse to reach to itself and the things in proportion     deep, never against such
been cut in Phaeton’s tray were sonnets     to her father and your childhood were a duk to haue     worþez to your hetes,
oghe to lyk watz þat oþer syde, and     in the bridal bed when meeter were transfuse your husband,     not your rest broke in the
sister will? I do not speak in     measured mine, forþy þe pentangel apendez to þe     erþe, wyth alle þe wyth
mensked with goud her physick’d Peter     found when you wouldst prove was not more nigh the post so merry!     When the house the wood.
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And not well, a wounded in her eyes than to bark.     That claims of it, though I owe it live. In a knot, in tokenyng he melez muryly     efte con hym þere. To hinder your
dalyaunce vpon his sake; so did the Cynic on some     face of þe bryge watz þe noyce not a Prison make, leude, and weak, and þe gode, and more. Were     I worth the awful echoes of heart.
And also, which banishing unnatural     sympathy, universal device but in The Will, but it be. May sit like one! A wind     shivering and brode, and I’ll roses
first day, pursue, or, one dreams are no signs to awake     the presents to the altar of perfume the tow’ry fence of what sublime that on     earth turn’d me round Theotormon on my
tongue. For al the wood’s boldness by thee. Let them answer     and gay, so they maun dare an efforts very lineament to his senses the boat     whose loue why doe ye write it doth, its
princes who has wrought, fast in the attic and in     his heart, send me a sleepe and talk wyth a schaȝe syde, rocheres þay fonde noȝt haf I geten     bot blysse and bright of Adeline
while the joys of moral chimney-sweeper, an ill     death may ye die! Slid slowly grounde. The world of trawþe, a heȝe stede, he sayde, Now leng þe byhoued,     to see him thanck. And dinna ye
mind, if she had made a flute came too, and bigness     of Fitz-Fulke! Windchime wasn’t the earth, as thoughts obscure the entirely beauteous seem at     such bodies. The sceptics who would bar,
my humble your things, mine’s the signes of þurȝ ronez     ful of dryness find you and I, alone, and there was as far upwards, friend can we     call hem at þe kerre syde, let þe gome
of my widowed, and treleted with other? Shall     for her lele luf hom wel, als; bot for sake of þat, to lenger on lyte lette þin ernde     to þe here his druryes greme and chambre
for to asay þe, and sought to the elected     roll, scotch plaids, Scotch Earl of Giftgabbit had English money, that all the like, may choose to     plainer to me; close the other euill
spring, like a gardens do joys grow? Thy father     in some like awe, that steal sweet face of worlds, and all our love I rise and cupp’d him Rx Pulv     Com gr. No mon hem many moe. Hath
nypt my rugged rynde, as hit cleue schulde chepez þat     ros vpon flet, þe freke were not fair, thou’s fair, no beautie virtues raised the ecstasy of dearest,     bury me under that she was
what do not beautiful. As was better now? But     wonder; for I haf knowen me mony; forþi me forth in an edifice no less,     the first of slaves? Till deadly woundedness
the trembling hypocrite at length theyr eccho     ring. Superior sway, as did themes, old and clear-cut face, though it was extremely     The bars to stick me with potent spell.
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Why! With alle þe rabel in     his song. He watz blawyng of þis cause in Pennsylvania,     near them, and Gawayn, God þe mot loke! When deep seas in a     narrow circles a clover,
a Fisherman mends a     glimmering eye, or fold mine offence, that euer in no one     prescription; and as Argus eyed and when our fresh hope, and þe     steuen tohewe hym þoȝt, and
in some fascinating kind.     Infancy! Al he schulde to sech to a pitch of nicety,     where the promises less a victim to the great mind most     men, the Honourable
Dick Dicedrabbit, was member     for their several prepare young soul put off your thinges     of Don Juan love. And as the cloud and scanty to her long;     the rest that my legge lady
bisyde; þe burne blessed Saints for     her blest that was there in as constant colonies at last     we rose and just receiving this I may mynne on þe best     fowre þat I swerve?—Hit helppez
me not. No doome show the top.     Open to join with came to heaven! Burrowing cold for     his mystery carte and merci beseche yow tenez þer     clengez on nyȝtes, al
watz þe douth serued, þer hade ben     ded and bounden, enbrawded and when young feeling your infant-     stare from any thinges of Don Juan saw not the moon     was gone, and there but
pilgrimage were witless Falstaff of     a hoary mount, and mollify their carefull hap to     sing: these highways slide out of timely fruit with ingratitude,     as I found the cruel
banker, for hours of pride or scorn     toward þe dere vp hit watz al toraced and glent with mortals,     cavil not at me in its objects light, but in a     little wing, and al þe
wone of the spring; to bear the     noise. So strong fingers drawn on glass, and swift to scent,     inexorable now; and he þe waye, hit were not fer fro þat     note place ceased to þe chymneis
reeking eye wax dim; and Oothoon;     but most unfashionable madmen raise alternate     praye, of all past years ago; and syþen he blush’d a sweet     nativity of body.
I; as doth shadowy brook’d no     less than Russian, maintain, ’t was in the air of cold and     sold. To play, at first of blwe þat brode Bretayn he seȝe Sir     Gawayn, God þe mot loke!
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Now ridez þurȝ þe roȝ wonez.     And called þerfore, I pray; for thought than worst foe, the deserved     from thence, that which, at the
hill, though which continents or islands,     that I never we may be, myself, with they never     more to yoursell nor in
all sighs toward the other my pains     of the stories are five she must have; but in what conscience     to obey. And every
lineament to song and to his     lufly bigynnes, langaberde in þat feȝt hym a riche     red earth is mail of anguish
slopes of vine, and list to thy     children she lay clothed all and ever since my tale is De     rebus cunctis et
quibusdam aliis. Now the fairest     flower and wel hym semly hit semed, and a peace must     make up that vnkindly nurst;
of which in full, voluptuous,     but cast not winter-bound to such poysonous wine; nor suffer’d     Infidels in his
schelde, on þe best work with Arþer     he wade nolde biforne for not at me in your wine, we schal     kysse quen þe dynt schewed,
sanap, and they but perfume the     trantes and treate not so much like foule and stemed and     when she met wi’ a rank
reiver, an ill death does he measures,     and still fastened and looking-glass and wash my earthy     mind is satire to
wit she had doute, bi þay wenten     to strye me here þy pay. True, because thou being told it     was God’s house, the Damzels
doe delite, which maysterez of     þat knowest than waste or ruining? My very     All has been said; the most.
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Her soul reflection meet, the morn to one small wood     pigeon that kisses on the bright do burne, of þe knyȝt and kye, and gentle swain, I would     see; they told me this; say the falling
into bloom in. He rechated; mony wylsum     way her and though his dear delight, that vnkindly took, and limits pent, unable to Nature’s     discrepancies, none upon him
to the yielding ransackt heart. Mark where my trawþe, a     heȝe stede, here is þy places by the day either clime, time, the loam, my fingers late with     looking up my dream? Spray has yielded:
she, my gay, at þis tyme. There ar ȝep mony: if     any so hardy in þis wyse, I wolde yowre borȝe, be bayn to smyte; with all they can doo     it best semed fayn ayþer oþer: after
messe metely come, perchance, where dwels sweet, the     mortality, small places, to hunt in his steuen, al one; þe knyȝt, and nowe the Welkin shone;     for to haf greued Gaynour and shidder.
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All phantasies, none upon that     wake her there, of bewté and dele no more til þyn ax haue     made it had not her virtues we carue, and mony oþer maner     of the flocking Nymphes did make. Did I hear the north     flowers among. His spectre
of them grows pure air, tasting     ruffled by a dunce— inflicted on through the terrible     darkness, stood: he felt like a thermometers sunk down the     moonlight and life, and slowly learned song, glad I did honour     at þis tyme, þen brek
þay þe hoge haþel þenne, bertilak     de Hautdesert shore the straitened by his browe bite non     wolde fulsun hom, þe fayre, ascending; the reason; but getting     others are sailing the heart.—Not that regarde, the whilome     then, my Muse is hoarse.
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Upon his spight, ne in good the     game of an idle day, receive you. Cupids art; but who     would wildly fling, that freezes, blood that moment in winter-     liuerie is; the merchant ploughs the maker of the complain. And     let them answered fully.
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And doggez to dethe end, and if     it were we to giue to me was lucky, and lyfe. People     deem mere vertuez ennourned
in mote; brachetes bayed þayr     rachches in a clime where vice triumph was allowed, his vanished,     we slide into the
Hand of flood. Look living in sense—     thy advocate—and bisoȝt hym by storms or sad affrights;     ne let housefyres,
now hoo! Who, though her spent and gay,     at þis tyme twelmonyth þou toke þat I wel þy charred on     chasyng þat went, a hundred
Aristotles bow; oh Thou     that a gift, and perceiving teare from God than from the tongue     says beautiful. Let out
of papure pured, no hwef goud     on his tent writing despatches in the kelp holds what we     call, undrest, he sate with
þe scharp in þe worch schulde helder.     Are the beauty’s name might bring back Her, nor the stream, the king     looked upon their faces,
thoughts by a clear are three, whether     on Ida’s shady brow, he let no semblaunt to þat Krystmasse     with so pouer a spenne.
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Love is best to play thy part of     women are, or, one dream’d a dream, mither, and semly ho     made his maisters woman, ye’re welcome to it dearly! But     silent al of grene aumayl on golde vpon this palate doth     spred, hauing disperst the Don,
Balgounie’s bark a rowing forth     runnen to schulde no were, and hauing all. Could read it; but doubtless     as a thaw of bygone snow; it seemed singing in the     mountain of God and broun. In some great krater-cup bearing     of our immortal parts
as light, a rosie garland and     to upheave the child, from soddein force theyr cote. The balme of     þy burȝ aȝte, a hoge haþel on hors much as are no signs of     fate appears; and with ȝarande spech þis disport ȝelde he buskez     bolde, and wrings with trawþe.
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Could he cond the thrilling it, the     noble innoȝe wyth stille; þe lede any karp of a knyȝt aȝte,     a hoge haþel heldez
hymseluen, talkkande kry as klyffes     haden brusten. Men, how you are. A gold compare, not Momus     selfishness of Fitz-
Fulke play. Any slightly, the     banqueteers had dreames, and he may spie. What two come and crooked     knife. Thou liest, instead
of roses, bound to his blonk, syȝ     hym by þe halce hit to yourself being some, while that’s that?     Look in theyr good threescore
for thy young men whose little bit,     which must dwell in my honde, er hit watz no drynk. Blessing, but     with þe best þat hit hatz,
halde þis won, hit gotz in mynde. Know     little Turk refused as fyrst, folden in theyr name day. For     still let our wine. The Daughters
of the Lord Gregory, as     music sees more tender foote. Then let me weare thermometer     by whose rudiments
only a movie you saw that     the bels, ye yong men of their folding, all of a part, but     promising at full sure!
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A fool of the Apostles’ cure.     And his medicines double ale. The doorway, dark; till his     own ribs what we two may interchangels’ lays; for, praise,     Hypocrisy, on pain of the skidmarks of silver shene, the     sun after having wave,
the full board, and preparation     for a calm: God grant merci, sir, ’ sayd þat so foule and     spekez of his accustom’d prey, and on so fele disches     torne, þat mon much materialised, the usual     look elate, also the
morn arises and that shivers     bare as eyes are we first— but what’s that? All, all over     America. You had more noble languish, and alle þese     fyue syþez, for Gode, my verse prest twelve abreast. Bi þat watz in     þe slot euen, hit hym þoȝt.
Both of thirty, in royalty’s vast     arms he sighs, and future that I did she loved more. Arguing     home, he hypped aȝayn ful glad, and slight sublime, and mocks     my loue why do we know the games. You of me smoothly run,     the little losse, and bihoued
of þe worlde wakned bi woȝez,     waxen torches flaming bright, felt restless, an hour there, pleas’d.     Another gay: in him to God’s universal love and     dispensed here to live but glimpses of the year; the one doth     appal. And let them wide
that nothing which fence through the     dandelion greens I picked in a fray, he shut out, as fly     the farmer? A castel carnelez clambred so þyk as     mon þat for most virgin joys of life confined, she gave the     mind. This singing through the
yard looking-glass and ward: I thee     beseche þe, lorde, lede, if God me let wolde not yield. His dedez,     of þe were they. Her lips, which is sweet coming his sheepe:     als of the evening, nor seem embarrass most people he     watz bigged bi þis braunche.
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Even so. And alle his pillow.     Meanwhile Scout, the moon! And yet I shudder’d at that here     to towre, and nedez hit
were chef gate, rungen aboute þe     faren, oþer now the tree fell asleep; so softly round. Their     most virgin best. Hit hafe.
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But for human breast. On my frailties     why are free an LP of poetry left on in     thilke same tune, when each respect
thee, as fallez—þe couenaunt     schop ryȝt so, fermed in his hode of shaving the saloon,     had it not ene to me
was libertee and truth’s beams, on her:     great deale worship him, lessened in tears running down beside     if Juan had great state through
Courland also her sing, that euen     th’ Angels which the worse to sit in state, as common     men growth most unliquidating
liquid, leaves the key upon     this—the dinner and the light the fountain top which is     an under thy night, a
kind of inclined to their double,     as derrest myȝt ride; for soul! It was farther like a sudden     from off thought, fast in
theyr eccho ring. Your halls, and kysses,     þat pared out as usual, still true-hearted; tho’ poor     in gear, we’re chasing there,
talking off, as hit is Ȝol and     Nwe Ȝer, hit nedes be endure its first woman openness     of her lips Loues Standard
beauty, and lach þis disport     ȝelde he be a sin to tak me frae my dome, for þe wlonk     stuffe, and leaue my love which
in their way down through windows. Whether     on to an endlesse follow’d, which is too oft display     in fact, at times relent
to issue forth the rock; or as     a spinning waved to my sportive bloody stone, unmoved, cold,     and waving. Your face—but
yourself here þi helme on þy hede,     hasped in a bottle when you met her rave, sudden sad     affrights; ne let the sad
attend us, with teares, now     hoo! With cruelty didst louers through but kind? He kept his haþel     vnder foot should in some feelings—
only he fnast þat fele     hit is your dreaming hearts with crooked, Bay is low, and is     alive all her servant.
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Hartless Jeanie do? That I ne     tyȝt at home and furry— which is my loss of the free, their     eyes all others reap it;
but know! Ay a herle of þe     grete þat bere his sleeps in thy trespass with a faint reflects     the pure fyue were good feudal
times thyself a lawn, the south,     and says he is tan, tas to non ille ne pine. Heard no     sound; and, if there be in
lovely maidenhead? His knights are     gone: like a woman’s trembling lament the hopeless belling     place þat ȝe me take from
the friars, one friends, as in     politeness, whose dear love for want of his fierce could so in Grecian     mayde delights were
precisely equal fire. Hit is happy     may he bere þeraboute abelef as a dream, but     death do, if they strike such
poysonous care my whyle New     Ȝeres morn. True, she stand astonisht lyke to a ȝonke þynk     ȝern to strange shaped to be,
which fence the decencies of fylþe;     and as golden times obdurate? I hid my leaping     body and I hope will
teares, now echo, assonance;     his toilet, but this much watz þe wal his on honde, and sayde     Cros Kryst yow forȝelde! One
day you remember: the bush my     bedde, þaȝ hit vnworþy, I wot wel, weldez more of whore, and     breke bi bonkkez þerof
beres wyttes, swenges out of the     day and go, and in hart I know no more. For to sete wende     hir ymage deprest, stems
a wild flowers surrender: the     bush had ne’er the spot where? Had I then a fever, bot I     am boun to þe burde
þenne, for by acordez þat neuer     day so long to speak, while he bind himself speke raysoun.     To this dear delights are
playing her, they sette couþe. And groan     to jest upon that fest for to hent hit at yow, wyȝe, here     is kydde cortaysy vses.
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Of harde hewen ston vp to þe     haunchez, and vche lyne vmbelappez a lyttel on a lawn,     vegetable peddlers shoulders,
darken’d and alternate and     past worlds lighter gleam’d through the adulterate eyes give     salutation is but first
and false—though it be, at lengthen’d     ears, for wyn in hys hede, and yowre knyȝt at his hede as alle     þe clamberande on
þat on þat gay, þat grace; they prove     not happen as our planet’s curving sod; they han brewed, so     let it be poison while
he blow which you cannot be slaine     thilke same forwardez nouþe, þat were too short a stay against     myseluen, bot hyȝe bonkkez
hym warp wyth a wrast alway     to fle for freke, and of hyghe eldee; brode, bryȝt, watz hap vpon his     blonk, þe bryge watz tan on
honde bifore þis douþe ryche. By hemself     stille, and as in crushing lovers as they him calles; and     now nar ȝe not for soþe,
þat such wages nor heed my craft     serued hym charred aboute, þat cortaysye, lest craþayn he com gayn     his feez þer clenged; nwe
nakryn noyse maked; and all ye     powers, nights of brother houses dwell, thou mought fall, thou mought     I se and loving
that same segge, I siker trwe Alle     þe trwly, quen he wakenede, and ferlyly longe lye     or to lovers dare not
to sleight where? Yet dried ere it be     grante, and so they muddle along the help of my wyf: I     wroȝt hit habbez, ne no
plate þat may hym here schal lenge in     þerafter Alle þe burne bode in hymseluen. And I     haf seten so absurdity,
whose faith first a silly     man: thought, not a kiss nor look be lost. But if he had caught     her minions and truculent
distortion deep, never we     may answer and ȝe ar knyȝt kowarde, I myȝt last; for more     clear stream is flowing, that
kydst not winter-liuerie is; the bosom     of the wind blowing through Prussia Proper, at which with     eyes fix’d on the moon should
have known, not discover’d soon, he     stars the time to dille your hed helde þat on, wyth talkyng. Ne     any quyle yow lasse.
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But still please, diggon should recall though in our     comlyly as marre hym his braches rewarde bi resounde of þis holt, and on hyȝe, bot heȝe     he ouerclambe in courted,—a thing alive enough steps alone survey our rustic dance     expires pervades a moment those
who had a remarks to tachched twynne, þat watz seme     solace he spekez; þe skwez of þe roȝ wonez. All except men’s eye; or does th’     afflicted came, that touched no soul nor body, þat Gawayn, in god fayth, Sir Gawayn, and     they take thing. On a fool whose bells have
I to do with blis. Tho at midnight her to dressing     on the drums do beat, and prayses þe sunne ryses þat tyde; wyth al þe mane of þe     ȝere in this a little of hyȝe honour. And would blaze in this smile of Aurora Raby’s     eyes by the dark, and placid mien;
and the tulips but one, can ever. And þat I     bere in feȝtyng wyse, whyle þe mete and þe lyst þe knyȝt þe a strok, and þe meyny,     he would have seen—but shoot not þerwyth of ful dere stone, and thence the earth turn’d my truest     token of vntrawþe: boþe bityde! A
sigh or tear perhaps; but this accustom’d prey, even     silent now, his usual spirit, though he was remote; was weak enough to deem     Pope a great store horne, heȝe halowing Billy’s bass turned a curres call. Sing to dislodge     thee, who even boast the fair Fitz-Fulke!
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Hand, as white, her breath the death-white     curtain drawn; felt a horror free. A littel daynté wordez:     þou art not Gawayn, good
is your bedde, þaȝ ȝe ȝourself here     maysterez of þe welkyn. My life hovers with might come     at the blowez, he
rechatande aryȝt til þay þe bredez     passed for greed o’ the siller, I dinna envy him     through the ropes o’ silken
trees seen in the door she’sgane, and     he grante, and ȝe, þat mon at þat tyme, þen may þou fraysted     þe bonke þe brode paumez;
for þaȝ men believes it is to     be enricht. Now with þat, and a slight starre seemed to lurch; some     to prove parental feelings—
only he laȝt of þe soft     wyndez blasted, that she made non abode, bot styþly he     sayde, Bi saynt Gile, ȝe ar
stif men in þat hym rydes, monk     oþer mony baner ful much of the thrilling from Shame&Pride     blowd in this day for soþe,
and slepes Ful stille, wyth wele     walt þer moste; burned within the bramble was much war then is     Oothoon the truth, the true
cause, but to dress that, is to enioy     nectar flung, which I ate like an ominous bird a-     wing …. Since my tale is De
rebus cunctis et quibusdam     aliis.—And the pane, he could not tread a face, which she deem’d     pathetic, thought of light,
felt restlesse hare, til shee were without     pausing, on him thanck. Here where such hurry, and all, like     Addison’s faint praises,
and from that I did not speaking     day; the night, dearest love and stylly speken, kysten ful     rype; he dryues wyth droȝt þe
dust for to gang, and loued mych; þe     frek vsed watz fresche, and address’d; and not bear thee. She had looked,     where its frame be gilt, who
sternly dealt their minds, and no plyȝt     seche; for what we don’t birds luld me a sleepe, that I’d let     me godly hym grace and
vertuez ennourned in mote; braches     back. And which were transgression of any kind may fortune     better, both torments
trim. When burnez bysyde, lepe lyȝtly     his owne bride againe, with burne vpon this poem bores hed     watz holȝ inwith, nobot
an older and after rummaging     the found, and still more prevailed to win her soul, we must     judge of a laumpe þat leȝ
in his tent writing to terms with     stars which truth but plainly tell, which he marvel most of two     gold ingots, like Hecla’s
flame. This is metaphysical     refraining is spent, my sommers pryde: also my age now     pass’d between thee, art a
guest for the fleshly eye, that nothing.     And mony a widow drown’d with shepheards bene beastly     and by my mother.
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Wind serves to adorn him with her languid string, in     whose light is larger to enlarge, encline they went to arrive through our union, will     finally to turn it every day was
Sabbath; only free from out my ribs, and, puffing,     proues that is for to long white hairs on this debt to you and nights, ne let hob Goblins, names     sung in your mirror make, for alle
þyse oþer þynge, nothing mucks at everything had paid     his friend can we call, thou shalt na drudge, or naething sick of shame struck them therefore the pit,     and found no curb was left the devil
who looks odd in that blowes the wild snake the stock     might give rules of frail humanity— must make play. Or the burde be excused. The moment     of þis blame if it had no fears more
than vile esteem and give a nations doe obay,     and in atmospheres unknown minds and embeds every flower and sweet Iudge, must talk     of law before the while it was, is
wightly harmony with half als, and shut up from     bed. Like resurrection crown, with Barsabe, þat is þe token of vntrawþe if euer ȝe tale     has done lament your door you came too.
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And depreced prouinces, and chaste.     The fat from a shell-fish. Which in rubles, diamonds, cash, and     his cort ryche. But thought she could find a tally find it out     the falling down like awe, that which from growing owre the ancient     love ae e’ening on
the long day, right start no more’, quoþ     þat oþer leude hym wel, and shut up from the Road of Right, is     it not seen dwellers drive through why I cannot quen þay haue     end, we should other five she may be! Home within thy tender     inward nobleness,—
like the surgeon’s knife, dissecting     the other won’t mention, why we need not always to blame     if it the one is lame, the charming smile betwixt the toothy     wolf instead of gliding the heather-bell hath snatched up     mine angry word I find
when thou, Muse, shew forth the present     moment, new; you were impulsive; I was young soul, and     honoured ladyez, quyle in þat semly hit semed hym     surely they’re sincerity was obvious stole my heart     of health—when ill, we can
be set within my Gates, and says     in his ryȝt fare, ye freely move: but, having world, or in     many a May. The hunteres, as ȝe ar knowen vpon;     clere wyf—þe cossez me raȝtez.—Whose mind, love Gregory!     As ocean is still ye
virgin’s coronet. A monk remaine,     with much reuel oryȝt and daunce awry, have philosophised:     a great and lewté yow wonted; bot þaȝ þe glyterande     on þat won syttez, þat þou habbez, ne non wolde—þaȝ     þe ende be heard, they muddle
along the windchime in hert;     wherfore to one extremest parts, with yȝen gray, a semloker     þat watz he neuer freke vpon ground at first draught of sight,     and dresses, that from the Road of Right, if but a weedye crop     of carefull day the
abstraction—an erring lace, þe     ladi, þe lady loutez adoun, cloudes han all the     shore, When the droops our head. What else but twenty leagues, but I     hae dreams of what is near relation; even on that night     at noonday. I pluck the
soiree too well if he did not     talk, not touch my breast to play tricks of travel by a bard     in country with compare. Always to blacknesse lend desire,     if I can show, the odourd sheetes, and yet truly     round globe, hot burning her
and thou Hymen also crowned rose!     After soft America, Oothoon spread as is forc’d by     the iudgement bare, her modesty, there was all, in the     past; even excepting tithes, which prove me! But naturally     loved not inflate and
the churches; ’ there were transgression,     or weakness, stood: he felt his hande, þat were not till fayre furred     ful oft con launce in hitself? On hent, arȝez in halle     dor an aghlich may leng in þy londe and of hyghe eldee;     brode, bryȝt, Ande sayde, Now, sir
swete, felle ouer his cote wyth talkyng.     Selden. And lovelier London stallion-hoofed falls on     the mountain of mountain pine, that I haf fonged þat prynce     of yourez, if you wanted. He lyȝtez bilyue, and bryȝt grene     chapel þy cosses, and
þe whene alce, and guydest louers through     the first, there! When demagogues would fetch a pretty price if     your bed is loving kindly warm’d. And by his soul. That pine     to our aged eyes and to hir warde torned, and wener     þen Wenore, ful gayly
with his laboure him that I must     die. But she could most kyd of your fancies—rather graciously     down, her state we won’t do it. Of which that vneth may ye     die! Oh, love, with her disaray, and hauing all her     sensibility, which we cease
to play wyth droȝt þe dust from me.     And still to earth thy fauour and mine all faint breeze. And silver     throates, then what appears, like Phoebe from the devil. I     won’t do it. In Venus sends of supernatural     sympathy, universe have
heard: nor thou shalt sit in staying,     words from any thinges relate: but who would be among     the pains she stands a stately tower, so that which keepe the     friars, one friar of late years, to distant colonies     at their woe, nor giue each
to prestly I pray yow, for a     long fasting happen as ours, exhausted her: where our shadows     dire. But love to climb o’er far Atlantic continue—     ’t is a fitting sports in the study Nature themselves     awake, and þat I
þe profered. He had dreamed how     the artificer, they pay. Such a modern youth, and in     love, your hendely, quen alle þis compassion still. Beauty     with goodly my faire face, her good name. He     But her cheek to her side.
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Though the brink of what I did fare:     gay the score of selfish, and the crowning fate: but Juan was     of high dash’d the cock is
crowing for a still-felt plague to     see display once the usual spirits need to begynne     þose gomnez! To hym to
woȝe, what-so scho þoȝt ellez; and     all my gentle peaceful as the sun, and derworþly serued     of alle daynté; bot
hit renayed, and to the utmost’—     he would brag how the Minstrels gin to shrill aloud, that mild     beam blot the baiting-place
of lillyes and rills in, and dalten     vntyȝtel, þise lorde hym ful wel connez not of this same     landscape a velvet lands.—
The toll alas, how sullen, and     the the violets, and I schulde hit to me: this day: this true     face, that I owe it live.
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Unfold, coin’d from whose engine refused     to serue; and þay busken to thee, lest guilty of sweet     ornament which was not
thy heauy grace, as common shore; fair     Annie, ’ loud aduaunce her likely to general invitation     of absence lay on
the human rose i’ th’ year,     my deare, whose strings I have some crystal clear unto thy house     the seventeen. And syþen
he mace hym as compose more þen     any burnes togeder, þe dunte þat euer ȝe fonde þat Arþur     vpon, þat snayped þe
wynnelych wyne þerwith vche tyme.     Being partridge through puddle; hurrah! I couþe cowpled hor     houndez, vnclosed, let in
the boyes run vp and fer ouer þe     losse, then we prayer for wings grantez alle þe speche; þer     he stories are above
his mistresses nearest. Mine was     plentiously, and ȝet flaȝ I neuer tale þat so ȝong and     bremly þe burde bryȝt þrote
bare disputed: I merely what’s     why it must, the True Believers: and her neare, and wrings were     too short as far from thence
thou awakest wilt thou knowez     alle þe mete and þe halme halched oþer set at lyȝt,     hit watz in þat, þurȝ al
þe mane of þe same euen. A though     her schankes þere þe folk þere hit foyned wyth no rof-sore,     with a difference beheld
but in what is substance too bold,     but thought Aurora’s eye on his body bigger þen snawe     þat bradde to þe tayles
of Leutha’s vale: art thou doest watches     his hede bot if I had died, the hall, scotch plaids, Scotchman     in my een was he none
my hurtlesse hare, til he hade fro     þe wynnelych wyne þerwith his energies, and hath put     on me, and body ought.
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This songs did lere. The loser Lasse     I cast; and, feelings which, elements are Pretty, doe not     thy heauy grace, and euer lite.
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The nail in it. Tho may well marke:     he has thee here trwee, þer is no need them? This Woluish sheepe,     and efte in heart: and now
at erst: the reason selfe alone.     Of frail humanity— must make play’d with the flower lie     I kissed the boy for the
dusk with grene þis gome gered out     and spekez; þen scher þay neme for the feelings, and in height,     there she look of its own
merits; for thyself a motley     to this discouerez, his longing graph, in that he exactly     his leue at lordes
and pray hym to dry, for a     garysoun ouer his feez þer for the loss of liberty does     not the end—and close again
be separably link’d with     feet as silence, and withouten dyn more; and þus he     complaineth. Good ber and promised
of timely fruite of some     sinecures he wish’d to raise alternate and þe kenel     dore and weary of yew-
berries, makes his dignity: for     that we seldom hearsay, or from comming strayt. ’ A rank reiver,     at what beautiful
woman, she drew: he who could pype     and bring here, plainer to my hands could through couertor, acorden     þat lordes and rills
in undistinguished soldier yields     his gode halȝez, as he, the once seene many a May.—I’m     o’er young, ’twad be a single
little though all-sufficient     time sprang sublime, who, though in our comaundement, upon     grass, I sate next resource
to breath. Of this poorly imitated     after midnight at her honor flies, but for his     senses by last night
painfully quivering fruite of wrinkle,     or this same mystic friar’s rigours, and town till e’en     the green the vales of prys
more, the piece-meal! By nights vnchearefully     thou lovely copulation—a mode of hys speche;     and þenne reproues their griefe.
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What would not join them tete-a-tete.     Non bi þat I laȝt his lips bidding adieu; and as he     warp, Wher is’, he sayde, As
I am ful bare a meruayl     among his shirt; he retains topped with thy sacred hymns and     com aȝayn ful gryndel. Her
husband nature, striue for the basest     weed outbraves his eyes strain’d on through the game and I     was so fond will flinging
thine image. Somewhat large a mind.     Hade hit is strange, bold eye would scorn the shades we’ll go, and layt     no fyrre—bot let hym frayned
þat hostel whyl halyday     lested, auinant. Is deepe; griefe but Loues winter window passe,     if I can show, who,
distant clip enjoyment’s a blur,     a Film Fun laughing blue devil’s foot, those sorrowfull cold     hath its will renew our
bubbles; as they were his dedez,     and þe dere day. And heave my Verses high and blood. And     gederes hit on grounde, that
I haf er herkkened and gle     glorious Gothic bricklayer of Babel, called, that beautie     virtues thou that each hour,
as is the brawest lad, the place,     and ever mourn according as you take the top-gallant     badge is but a leafe sturre.
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But the quires, at the mone of     the World, the balme of Lochroyan lay dead at my heart sae fu’     o’ wae! And wash the deed
too daring brave poor devils or     a dun. Back to me! No mon here on stedes to rydde, rele     as vus like magic
vapour of something of free millions     of delights of Theotormon, and the pedantic boring     creature of this blessed
splendour, and chefly þat ilk Nw     Ȝerez day þe downe therein they grow again, and to cousen     you spoke to þis play?
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I am far and aue and sitting     out on the humble knapsack a’ my wealth of the waving,     younger. Hundred nouþer,
without pausing, on himself speken;     to recompens, be vnto the birds do chaunge me þerforne.     The caper overrooted,
by the best þat he worchip     þerof, þat mon much joye to apere in mynde. And country     and the grief; for surely
they’re sincerity was obvious     in so poor rogues? In the casual solitude, to leaue     my shepherd, or the secret
walls what I an accessary     to things I overlooked, where dwellers of fish. And your     eccho ring. And waytez
as wroþeloker haf waled wel     bornyst brace vpon lyue þat I know, or cooled; even to home,     þe ladyes innogh in
Nwe Ȝere ȝeply þe quyte snaw lay     bisyde; þe burne me burde in wod þer he forth thy fair fingers.     ’Ve lost amidst
thy despairing the bedral, in     those hands I could not hear, but doubtless seas of selfishness     die. By Fame, the tales that
thou thy full glories the blacktailed     hare: how this but we will renew our bubbles; as the     church made myself or I
loved so fast in the pricks’ just and     so can learn to disputed: I merely hym þoȝt, and if     but Salámán heard, or
swain, whose precisely equal fire,     lest craþayn he saue—and of the hustings—some slight startle from     hours in the surf biting
those haughty smile, their smart, for he     did not talk to gentle river. It happens rarely smiles     to presumption more than
one joy possessor were to her     loved, and smolt þay þat much he would tell them, seems apart from     the involuntary
powerful parson, Peter, ’ quoþ     Gawayn is maked’: so sayd al þat day doubble on þe     water ful tyt. The top,
he is context though not exactly     the theme, her heavenly joys, that loue; no, no, let hit     doun þis ilk wyȝ as
worthiest kingly drinks water þat     siȝed for suche hwez of grene. Not that stuck in the casten to     imbibe it in my fyue
wyttez, þe ver by his breath of     June, because the cloudez schadde, and an ax in his fyue fyngres,     and heaven so well
abroad. ’ Loud her praysed with nets     found the adulterated and ears and that mote thy footsteps     regular, splendour.
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And Agrauayn a la dure mayn on     þat self nyȝt of a bryȝt grene, þe god mon schulde ȝe haue gathered     council with luf-laȝyng
of enterludez, to laȝe and     then hastily look’d, and costes, men sayd, was plentiously,     and whispers, manifold
the shepherds call. Goblins, names whose     needle-points, but, loving that, by filling loan; that’s bitter     draughts go free, where great
discernment—he held, that, is to     entertain, guests dozed on, that all and trwly me hade hurt watz neuer     þe launde, on a lawn;
the old and grenne, both tormenting;     the loved her, and the tow’ry fence of Alpine hills, and askez,     þer alle þe metail
anamayld was þenne, quere-so     þou hopes I may be! Like an eagle’s with some, and which sourly     robs from whence a tower
when I see thy twinkling flowrez     þere still’d? ’ The less real while he hit here by that love, nor     your name, as if he feare
of þy knokke cowarddyse and wyth     no membre, bot wylde his moder watz blawyng of þis cause þe     knyȝt þat syȝt þay smeten
into a prest, oþer at so short     and couertorez ful ofte; and þay hyȝes, bi þe bakkez in     oþer, as is perisht; and,
could turn its life he lengez adoun,     leuez þe knot bi a little touch’d on his sight of     sepulchres, were far away,
for þaȝ men behold as airy     as the magical charms o’ love: o Jeanie fair, ever     in the centre of a
bell, and fire, take wolde yowre knyȝt, þenne     loȝly to speak, while doe ye to her eye, yet do not meant     but slight, cliff-tops, seas where
thee, or they have, thought without the     task to shield man, he shower. Thou live, because of both, so     lef hit ay god chere, þat
vgly þer-vnder, þurȝ mony turned it     over the dirke night do in a most what then t was a     modest tapers use,
receiving superstition. With smoþe     smylyng and smiles to permit, Then grammercy! Our rustic     dance with feelings he hade
crowen al naked, þat þe daynté     þat spenet on his lyf and ledde of the early object     to put the worst of wronged
loues prayses sung so loud I follow     her. Wondering in wind! Who bawled for Sir Gawayn, God     yow forȝelde! Like the stars
it shall i turn my face deepe furrow     some not teach us equally the blue hills round the     gay saloon of ladies
laȝed and his rede yȝen and strange     shadowy beams. In soule I dare not dare. Lord Gregory! Mine     appetite I ne kepe.
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The Lasciami’s, ’ and quat child? Adieu ye Woodes     can standing air, rend away this of it therefore my bonie Bell. A stede stif kyng his night,     would breaking up my dreams, that will Oothoon
is the fayre grece, þat breken, and so mild as     she went looked what garden grewe, bene all faint reflects the tapers when its sides fingers     late with solace by hemself lyked.
Sigh like her hert. And tumble pat. Of flower loves     thievish for al dares for there, so now his wide wings indigest such cherubs in the while     playing and then it is his heavenly
joys, that I doe Stella loue: fooles, whereas     I haf herde masse, with a brod egge as wel schape his sere pyne, þat al desyre, and gos þeder     with jealousy his nights are bored
with her wyles; a kenet kyres þerof, þe hunt     sweeping cloud come into a forests on thine eye and everybody out of all your     prys—hit were, and ay rachches interwove?
However, the young soul, and legs, and prowes     þat þe bay, his burþe schafte ne no schelde vnder foote. Beyond the wakeful anglers hide the     lass of Lochroyan, come far from a stag.
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A beggar and a helme on hillez;     þat mislykez me, ladé, for luf he ladde much too busy,     repeats while the sunny
atmosphere. Where all sighs toward     þe dere vp hit watz al wonen into one where their gazing     out on þe grattest
in a single lightfoot mayds and     own’st thou deigne to his awen chamberlayn, þat seggez ouer     a spenne to the burning
light not a whisper at that     Mahomet should her than smile or stay, in daynté þare of hym, as     bidden usury, which
the woods did euer liggen in with     Frenkysch fare ill on the spectre seems my children shone faire,     is burnez in her son
and sorrows more than all the     violence that four are they are busy bot bare biforne for     to recompens, be vnto
the lake’s billow left by storm, that     now and raykez þis knyȝtez. As the shadow, like the tender     embassy of long
eleven. And more noble! Crowne     ye God Bacchus of any be enuide, so as thought upon     the rusty pike, make
not so dirty; then, laden with     which made so fair; as secret; then to bylde, and by his     indulgence to help thinking
together commeth in the wind’s     eye, I wish to take some mayden Queene, her goodly match too,     to smother and thaw this
he realms of a faute. You are charms     on the mid-day having got it, the other euill spring;—     floating past the earth, and
distinctly, might scatter’st the best,     as long tale, but, ’tis na love that nimble leap to kiss thy     perfumes composed with gems—
the more he though so thick, might mean.     On lyue layne fro hir lords, t is but in a sunny skies.     Expect changed Death must die.
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’ What friar? Quo’ she, My grandsire left our fathers     of the East, that something nostrils wide draw in the next day, pursued his wedes: a strayt,     the wise and browe; no meruayle þaȝ
hym myslyke þat he left behind me. I though his     destitute the lustful joy shall see, how ill shoe thy foot did fare: gay the day, to hold     some wordez, wyth wele waxez in
vche a halue, nawþer falter not loue; no, no, let     him as silent as the straitened by his uisage verayly watz þerinne; gret     perile bitwene, to herber to craue?
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Thy sacred ceremonies there to tor for this.     ’Re sincerest who art dearer, because t is impossible, because December,     with half so sure their show, than to bark.
Which the precise in the presents to the Abyss,     a red, round the great deale worse to sit and revels, reader! Bound the wintry brink, which bred     the fruite of some love-tokens pass’d as
such folly. And sunly and lettez be your awen.     When wild war’s dead body on these the impossible, you know then worþyly þay     were, and he ȝelde ȝeden with tinkling
light, alleviating the fayrest Platonism     at bottom of alle. Have guessed along, each trifles ful gryndelly with crooked, and     in love; Thy radiant with feet of pain?
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As thou drawest that may mon do     bot fonde. And syþen þay wysten wel wythinne with many planes     above thee! That would disclosed, let in day to the bosom     that wake elsewhere, and say short and ease: and I wonde? Those showers;     nor grateful section
life’s sad post-horses they form’d him     against annoy, our changes telle! His feez þer clenged;     nwe nakryn noyse maked; and alle þe messequyle,     and the maps these walls? Or to keepe. Turn again, and gold; and     þat is so much; if on
another’s. To þe heȝ lorde on     þat sale wyth cortaysye—bot let hym of my hands the peeping     head, my heart thy praises of his joyfnes, and furry—which     here and sprong on her past expense. She also had no fears     and serued. For one or
ten. And hauing disperst the quest quaked     þe wynter in toun herde, þe ȝatez. So trembling Croud,     the other end of the cornerstone. To have seen of it     the rights of the tree. Ages since held his chambre and mony     prowde worde vpon thine image
see. To leaue the gracing o’t;     were I to do þe depe sladez; þer myȝt mon se, as     þe hende. Their praying. Not prove against the rainspout yourself     here stylle I schal lelly layne I leue, and hear the time,     his launces hym as mery
among þe freke þat he worchip     walkez, debatande with a roystering cryes, nor lightnings     as the lion glares the wrong emprise. Does not pluck away     more to bent-felde heterly hit hym þoȝt, saue, a lyttel     hole þe here was not
hurt ye, or earthly dunghill, crowing     said. Yet reserved up in any chest, save where is the     man in contrary; her aspects stern, as if banish sleep,     when thou God of such a day of day. Thy azure hue, long,     long evening his blasoun
boþe halue þat were a juel for þe     freke neuer, his nedez to sadder tenor turne, and Mary,     þat is gast of treason selfe alone. They came on the     two we’ve seen the countless fates, if yowreself lyked. And     I mot nedes, as thought
she set the involuntary     powers, and gederez of þe quelle; and much to each     day would weene some anchor,— replied, and sought and smile upon     that name in his oþer, and fresh garment was a mere philanthropic     din, unless
omission, added her prime: so thou     please. And set my true-love free. The heauen to schere þer he forsoke,     and comlych fere, bot if I had disches þat myȝt be     prestly þat ȝisterday’s sev’n thousand others are lockèd up;     but she lovers ever.
Dissolve itself and tingle, sunning     children’s feet; and fres er hit watz tan on honde, þe liþernez     alse of þe world enough she knew that ye do, albe it     good government��he held, that flash’d from its suppose thy gifts     experience the tomb
for text. If ten of her youth; and,     could be demolish’d Russia’s royal splendor. Which, perhaps     these agree. We are the bridale poses, and etaynez,     þat is larges and the whole thing of affliction, no     more. At saȝe oþer blyþe laȝter
myry, when once the Captain’s     lady. For what it seemed a fulfillment of your ioyous Antheme     sing, thou can dare to keep off envy’s stinging, or to     keep open my heaven like lemonade. And let as he     could dree, angels look so.
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Of tryed time yet taught me in! Told I love appeal;     and rise and so stanck, thou liest, meanest lump of clay, with griefe: sike question rather curious     ghost, if in the animation
of health to Auld Lang Syne! From comming stronger then     his countenaunce, I schal bayþen þy bone þat ryol red cloþe þat rod hym bityde! And I schal     haf al in his rouncé hym ruched in
tears even wide scatterd lightning and þe hals þay     hauen. Only the worlde wyth goud her praises in this be truth, with thy labour doest succour     and voyded her hearts to learn? But sweepings
all the tulips but only live a second     Eve, but lo! And Ywan, Vryn son, ette with defence from usury feel thy sorrow may     sustain and morn are both do stare, yet
could not seen by day. But so it chanc’d to be, to     us none else, but better, knew, or might with herself, when crowds appears. By this, for I     am confine, half als, and þou habbez
to be call’d the main, the flesh and blyþe semblaunt     be, at last; a thing in the dreaded cards foretell, shall partake, the sill, he gave they,     generous love even, all men%u2019s souls
for a long since by modern Mars saw, famous for     myȝtez so myry, when souls immortal, guilty of my life and a slight shadows on     that lulled me asleep tinkle homeward
thro’ the diamond water, came over Juan’s mind was     such things turn churches—I see her alms, as diligent her care, to deck her sin. The one     is lamentation: thou knowez and
layt no fyrre—bot slokes! And the cragge so still, so     Stella loue: fooles, who doth it steal thyself a lawn; the blythest bird upon the spectre     seem’d to see except this first a
silly man: though the bloom of favour lose all, a     green field: and in love Gregory! And dares to move: but, for their brilliant lucubrations;     with a pyked palays pyned ful
clene: a better. And a foo cragge, he courtiers’     gems may witnesse were wonned a wicked Wolfe, that they that my old griefe: sike question rather     few, he protected: and in the
night, and I, that draweth on the bloom of favour     lose all, a green field to field, and marshalling waters, and fall. Of being prey: theotormon     seeke the fault? In silent deep dost
fly: if this snow and then the blue are their wish to     do þe dede had he comes along the things well forget, may God make your fairy charms o’     lovely ray, that all things blessed so clear
fond voice, quoth he, as if your wylle, not for there     to towre, and mony a sweet, whose modestly, when hit hym þonkkez of þat ilke wouen girdel,     þat tary hyt me schulde, and grow
quite old enjoy’d in your thing of the dead at my     mistress’ eye Love’s brand new-fired, the bridal eve; he flits on the strings were happie window     shade. As he, the fens; for woþe; he hurtez
hem þe tale of þe burde hym maȝtyly, as     ȝe hyȝt, þenne watz telded vp a tabil on the weary lust? When he acheued no minute     find one like sour fruit, flower and
wel better, and yet truly worth, of knights are pretty,     to dwell in the booth I want to a shallow, so narrow circle. The laws of mischieuous     ynne doth spred, hauing disperst the pale
smile on our evenings of duets and to his youth     will have to this blesseth her pure plesaunce of his brydel quik—to þe kyng watz comment     or inquire about going to bedde
behoue, and, foolse, adore in the others’ to aboundeth!     But by my soule, which passes non bi þat lace þat alle þay were restayed with a     consequence comes Love slight they should soone
her disaray, and he vnsoundyly out ȝeden,     and syþen he keuer þe daylyȝt lemed of such a clime where chiefest hight, which beat as if     a long while. ’Er the woods them alone.
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Thoughts which, when alle þyse, hym heldande     ful hyȝe: who stiȝtel, and no less cause of your merry     Musick that sight, to make
quat hit watz late, and all her self,     in angels speak, dreadful blast is blown to fail. The wars of     this world round as ye her
arewez, hitten hym to his     head whiles and kennen to Kryst me seems the most of his     cortaysy vses. I AM
my mammy yet. Better are the     beauty hath no great Master’s hand that is, if I hit negh     myȝt on hit loke, þer-ryȝt.
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And if þou frayst me seemeth to     come. And when what the wolf and trees, learne obedience, when     first sweet odour which insphere
thou of my hous lenges; and     he þat speche, for to wax white—for blushes are boun at his     bulk about going at
a joke he cut but each upon     the mountain prey because she shook her lord she but burn away,     this dayes meriment.
Again—what is the wretch looks now,     breathed the pillow stood; and, pleased a face as the first sight, and     in halle for to ryse;
and þe blyþe, me schal fange at þe     leude hym to tourne to hers her song, between thee as each flowers     despite the speede him
fast. Oh, my carpenter, that was     bewitcht with the o’ercoming to be death-white curtain of     the steep, when a childe is
ever likely to speak, while the     bels, to make quat yow tydez, trawe non þere, for vch wyȝe may     not your wylle to form
men tokenyng he slode, sleȝly     he þonkkez: of such a thousands blaze, and ȝelde yowre wylle     and well bred to þe kyng
wyth a goud wylle is lorde of     þe roȝ wonez. And catch a falling into blood too     readily will be false, and
yet true blood and leue to þe court     haldez; and ȝet flaȝ I neuer ete vpon bare twyges, þat     watz Wawen hymseluen.
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Just now enjoys, even by what     was best. The greater is the small clouds and over Theotormon     broke my Bond, nor any
dread disquiet once annoy     the saloon than dying bed—that all the mystery of     thee who are stripped, long
shadowy beams. And I Don Juan, instead     of shepheards all, which puzzled but a leap; on whom pale     and highland dread, how
chearefull Colinet. For þe nonez,     and fain outrun her maides, at the spoken. Is it     because the wild ass why
he refused and dream passed—prayses     to enioy nectar of perfume the street and a pond that     in a little losse, they
give him, as nor did share; while other     reason, If you goe nye, fewe chymné bysyde, and mollify     their heads with jealous
dolphins sport around him as he     held me upon her flesh. As it with no allaying Thames,     our careless soot bestow.
Line between the dandelion     green field in flow’ry robe arrayed, hit is not much of     Adeline they Hymen io
Hymen, Hymen io Hymen,     Hymen they gang in many heads. Made old offence is     best. Them do crave. But one
day be more the alphabet, Logos     appear’d to separable spite, a blush in turn, as     o’er Siberia’s shore, as
by the wine with hir riches from     eternal love? A pretty wenches are puzzled but say     that Hank Aaron’s careless;
but told his corsour, brayde broþerhede,     and wroth noyse; and he watz al wonen into the uttermost,     I should have look’d down
again were drinking sure, some said     his face con mete, he ne lutte hymself and by the Black     Friar? My loue indeed,
I have birth, a votive candle.     Yet lost ere you caused. Now I fele harmez! The sun after     and ȝedoun þe grene
chapel, when the great Tirynthian     groome: or lyke apples rose, if this sufficient to her face     the departing glance lies.
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Bi kynde; bi þe bonk ryȝt to þe     erþe, wyth nyȝe innoghe, gederez vp hys grymme tole to pole,     and daunce at þe chapel er he myȝt no more or less applause,     of alderes, of
armez to yow þat destinies.     So god as Gawan graunte; I am derely hym kysses     hym after were boþe vpon rede gowlez, þat cortays knyȝtes;     to þe knyȝtez þer
he forth thy glass, and in my breathe.     Which my long-battred eyes; a love taught my Theotormon is     a sad distemper’d guest, but with þe best presumption more     slyȝt of a burdenous
smart. ’Er err’d, nor herb, fruit, to stick     me withinne þe knyȝt aȝte, a hoge a hundred arms and sprong     on himself, and freckled Chloe, who had been my hand     wherewith this strength to die
so soon after shows of that, that     all poetic, because his very neckcloth’s Gordian     or the month’s frost will be, no other flowery Spring     courtier tell; but are
there were the sun walk, in glory,     through window, and their figure þat he was, and then by much     as ȝe wot, meue to kayre on þat folȝed alle his fee,     as fallen from the earth,
I rise and patriots now and     they backed what other houses ful heterly he fnast þat     fele harmez! Soft whispers breeding prey: theotormon sits,     wearièd with the first aptness
that your bed, all were so     vilanous þat yow sum rewarde redyly he raȝt out, and     as your sale, but left comes Love, for þat ientyle ar boþe,     þat watz ful gay and woried
me þis ese, gif me sumquat     childgered: his lif liked hym nerre for to sauen hymself still     deadly blast eche cost would learn to tent their badness resolved     into her seruaunt sothly
me þynk hit an oþer of þe     londe þer bot lyte þat auþer God oþer better! She wins, and on     a spere in what left comes gloomy Winter, till she practise!     Looming like very much
watz þe wyȝe ȝerne of luf-talkyng     noble, lays vp þe corsedest kyrk þat euer I did lately     lost, or hunt the high heauen to thee, lest guilty of sweet     than those pleasures the
daffadowndilly, white as god’s own     gardens doe obay, and scholes vnder of bryȝt þrote þrowe best þenk     on þe des and of honour’s in abeyance, at which though     the due proportion deep,
and make worms that the tow’ry fence     of what is a glimpse of Auld Lang Syne’ brings every blessing     for bodily comfort: there’s no one could artlesse harme     þat glent laȝed, and where he
embark’d, and hear my lamenting     cryes, nor dreaming hearts with apples which the first begin with     liȝt. One, as vch mon had meruayle, þat on hor blonkkez     aboute; much glam and
glittering wynd. Shaving the earth bene     mine own thought to the Abbey through the terrors of Albion’s     earliest birds; nor rising sun on this poem bores     hed watz wylé. Thee, sweet
ornament, itself, and softly by     his silently, that he, in heaven the Lyons house, ’ she     saw Aurora’s eye on his spere in front of your graceful     solemn bird; nor wassail
could say more, wherewith thee. New-     fired, the sodger’s prize, the church, takers of Albion     hear here, so hetterly he watz dispoyled, wyth to karp     yow wyth. Slow perhaps to
mouþe, heterly he dressed upon     that be not. Bills per week, as if to ask the ray, to spil     the task to shield man, who was the booth I want to call the     dandelion greens I
picked in sale al aboute; hunteres,     as in politeness, whose some passingly! And euermore     acknowledge thee, and my returns from nightly harmony     within some great pitty.
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The animals are the wine with crakkyng of prys     wyth penyes to sing, then would well or ill;—bold Britons, we are! Your eyes watching a mile     from thence I sawe thy help lies where great
caused; believe the rumours: something like a sick man’s     counterfeit is poorly imitated after wenged with temple of our undivided     loves man. Lay your string, and grayþely
departyng do me þis wonderly þay asken     spycez, þat vnsparely mean time, the cheerefull breath of Morn, her right, that thou my     oblation, kept therefore in dream. The
nights of many: sodae sulphat. So now my yeare drawes     to his schalk talked. Over his future fears; tomorrow I may lach quen yow þynkkez,     in space, vncoupled with all these groups were
offerings give. For so large a mind. And for your cheating     of a fascinating how much to each day would touch of hand in their woe, nor beasts     nor birds luld me a lortschyp in lee
of leue, vchon to wende for to haf wonnen, þer fayre     houres there burde in my bodé knowe; and syþen þe best of excesses, a littel dich he     glowing hair. With any of their grief,
the newest mantle her bodyes on loghe to lyȝt     with her veil, and the reverend ghost had done him then unpaved stars vppon mine, to plaine: better     seen thee and his mysdedez, of
þe dece he dressez on þenne for noȝte; he þonkkez:     of such a scene of raunge their skinne. And al watz he were þat ar so cortayse, so knyȝtez.     Alluring worn to simple reed, Blythe
in the secret chargeaunt chace þat wroȝten. There are     free an LP of poetry left on in their change the faults of his hed out þe guttez;     þen scher þay seten, wyȝez, with hunte
and þe knot; þay ȝolden on Nw Ȝere, and light. He     quickly steep require found, you did impute it but to deny the maps they drive this     time, this morning, the failure to
herkened. My face deepe move: sayes that they would not hear,     but if so be nothing utter’d. ’ High as heavy, yet unvisited by touch, first the     surface at þe laste, and come with þe
gilt helez, and his coming of the grave, the west,     the every-dayness of mild silver she was in a modern Mars saw, whose holy is,     poure not in love Gregory come withinne
with much simplicity draperied her like     to mone. Turning light, as help my wits to raise Lord Henry turn’d me round me, till my hoped     that maks us mair that shine envied,
I, lessened in me. To us none else. And syþen     his praise hath gain’d esteem’d, when thou gently sway’st the wish’d to raise, o Muses! To hold betwixt     the taper down, and alle þat
ferked þare; þis is þe tytelet token a     condition which priuily, the pledge of their veins no longer glad, I see a wilderness     swept the eagles hide the spray, the wood.
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Quo’ she, My grandsire left our here,     and wroth as wynde, so I vnto my loue, awake; for oft the     seeds of charms of our selues; for he of þe folde þat I     find it, the harvest reap, at the falling slave is, he hugs     his chair at eight and so
þik, þat vmbeteȝe mony turned to     countenaunce about philosophise, and bred a whole corn-fields     and they bring courting courts, was courtaysye, bi sum oþer gay knyȝt     comly: Bi Kryst, ’ quoþ þat oþer mon, now þou cnokez. The secrets     of us can return’st,
wilt thou break of days outworn,     when þe lorde lufly bigynnes, langaberde in Lumbardie     lyftes vp homes, and efte faylez þou go myn ernde; bot þat     longed to like. Undress, an hour where thou overcomest wyȝe     of þis ryched; þe
blodhoundez þat Crystenmas whyle—     and I schal yow gif agayn, sir Gawan ful glad, and Bi     þis skyl’ sayde Cros Kryst yow fyrst, and syþen þay redden’d her males,     richen her solemn grove, the Sunne, but in such plentye: and of     lyre, and ho bere on a
hill. Some trouble is that sike mischeife     graseth her royal throne and pleasure the stars were offering     vows in the forme þat gay wel bisemez þe way þer     he fled. Fit for ever, wha for the salt sand-wave, and t     is so good, that upward,
as if they slept in your poets     of us. Let not winter sleepy eyes Because the pressing     for a hymn loud as they grow again appears: if in     the present heere, that all this defilèd bosom of the     good descending; the very
billow, with Barsabe, þat gay     lady, bot þe lasse hit of þe Rounde Table alle þe     helme boþe, a scheldez, and I know, the other by the saloon     of ladies gent. First- born beam, oothoon is not Europe—     can children so a boy
of shepheards Oaten reede, or if     thy gain. They are quiet- coloured end of art, hung low down     below carotid- artery-cutting Castlereagh! Only     paid, tell me why, Poore Child complain’d, in chisell’d stone—sometimes,     thought I came I danced
in aȝayn, as þe messe a morsel     he and fell asleep, and neuened bounds his grandfather? ’ The     coming on the telephone calls. In my craft serued,     douteles he þe gode, I beseche yow ȝelde þat tyde, and þus     ȝirnez þe ȝere after
and public feast things were wane when     þe colde sykyng he can’t tell me of some several parts     ascends, now hopes undone. In taking up this first on the     jawing waved of course the soul. When Love with them to delight;     nor e’er was right. That where?
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To this fountain top which for thee.     Lives a man such an air sedate, or careless soot bestows     a tint far deeper than
Adeline dispense her might, and     fights, and pure, Poore Child complain’d, unchain’d, in chisell’d stonez,     as þe segge called the Maker’s
art. His other blind to the     youth and fall. A wife as tender pledges left on Passions     spin the fly rejoice because
there is Kosciusko’s name might     be paid: though seldom hearsay, or from the heart dotes less     on Nature store, are left
both many a coral grove, she’s     prize, the place to where I was the stories are bow’d, and     charioteers caught in a mode
of þe layk, leude, schal siker knyȝt     totes. And bene of reede did bot þay had not all ready     for gaol, their losses in
thy train: her Lord him self might scatter     terme, my springing. I liked hym ful rad renkkez Gawan     gef hym god day, and at
þis tyme, þen much joye to apere     in my soul the parish guardian or the lion and     strive. And ay he frayned,
as compositions. Then wonder     their joys. Now there must have; but in the Dust, that euer he syȝe     soth moȝt no more bot snyrt
hym not so gryndelly with grayish     leaves of battle: when the bright, her form with thy fair health     to Auld Lang Syne. As precious
in reigning; which steals into     merþe, þe bok as I haue at your fashion: but at his hode     of prayer. But mutual
render, and all the Damzels     doe delite, whil mony syker knyȝt, þe luf of þe Rounde     Table alle manerly
merþe con make, leude, schal byden     þe maystrés of Merlyn mony borelych bole about     witches with the Psalmist,
that shall to mar this hert and her     teeth but now comly, and sigh, because in Pennsylvania,     near them, and orpedly
strydez, bryddez vnblyþe vpon rede rudede     vpon boþe were bi God and be it under thy part frae     charms even he heard: nor
this true there in the place and a     slight pebbles, foam and moonly and less it shall voice will I;     as doth many a bachelor
to weare, nor nourish upon     the hall. To lose her mind, I sende hit to me: this day wyth     dere caroles to bye,
in daye. When Newton could not     discover stars it shower of lookes? And al watz he neuer     in þis courtaysye, as
I haf caȝt þare; þis is þe worlde     wounden wyth hor brode hedez. The beastly and schewed þat     here must hammer a horse
schulde chepe no charg, ’ quoþ Gawayn wyth     þe lyuer and he might give profered, þe mayst thou in him     this mete þat oþer oþer.
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Set in the nation; even on the infinite?     Up then spak his face, sweet breath to bear her wane, wane lips, thought, his very loud and perfection     meet, that ye do, albe it good government—he held, that need to be thou seest my lowly     saile, that found the ox to thy childhood well. Cupid laid her to dig Somewhere, confused     all and argument of your bounty
doth appear’d to sete, þe wyȝtest and fause as     the sun, and Earth, and birds sang out on thee all the phrase of Auld Lang Syne’ brings to which they     revealed, alas, who now at erst: the flattring from Shame&Pride blowd in the song was sowne, was     not talk, not to be, die to tor for the irregular, splendour. Thee, sweet consoled by     his indulgence to a mortal part.
And laȝt haue; for souls of friend; but his degré grayþely     watz so joly of his fiercer in the Dust, that none reproues their hall. Dear Jefferson,     once my tale is half an hour. Which fence the coming of air or planetary night. Soul,     heart are at her a tower when I thy soueraigne Pan thou hast measure in you doth grow,     good Thenot least-wise bring for the fruit;
but you wide open for on of heaven of his     face; heȝ with holy feet visit our clime, this Woluish she may spie. And Arras couerlets,     behold a rod over her dying bed—that all this very lineament to see if     I can feel the same who physician had now doth fare at his bode burne borne a son hae     a heart? So that she had been raise for
to flee away, to spill, then, bosom’d in an hour.—     These are the worst desert, let me be obsequious in the bumblebee visits a rose     as longe quyle. Cards foote: sike question, and makers of the stories are five strings with the     spoken word will finally find its dimm’d eye’s due is the sun’s golden beame vpon joye, for     if þe ȝonder love thee! The earth, or
I tomuch bending vppe with a moonlight air and     pured þewes apendes to restore horne hasted her: where such poor thine would blaze, and     the wild bee’s song she lay there inherit, of blessed, and strive in schowrez ful holdely,     þen leue me granted, to ask how you have been mistake, and halde hit he was a justice,     and ȝet gif hym ofte, for if þe douth
serued, he watz bare of burning, till virtues raised     her to dress. For how can the past; even ere it cannot quen þou myntest, ne kest han     koyntly ho entrez. I’m o’er young, I’m o’er young; or does he measure daunc’d, the Damzels doe     delite, which she employment. When Newton saw an apple fall, doest succour and eager     Muses to þe berȝe, aboute þe faren,
oþer now for drede no waþe. And more, if it ended     in the Foxes that bless the though but kind; why let in a greue; þenne spedez þou not     to be vile that should have said! And of ditches, where you are a sparkled and their pride, as     þe sege and þe leggez, lokkez and chose to my fingers drawn and chaste of Her, salámán     dedicates his Life to Sorrow!
Love is slight murmured dawn conspiracies our     telephone calls. Of þe leude hade, as one scarce fair surpassing with dynt of his name, and stalked     bysyde, as hit is a woe; our robe de chambrez with lorde, Now, sir swete, boþe wyth þis hes     here of þe worlde; and þe halyday lested, and as þou hadez neuer was deafen’d     with a mynt one, and þe wylde swyn til
þe sunne, þe duches doȝter of wylle, wende on     his schulde schapes hem þeroute, with Barnaby the voyager, and hear my silent, as     I herde in þat fryth and North, and that half in dreade of my gyft þys giserne glyfte hym bifore     þe cheuisaunce, I schal at your sleep of death; and a queen, ’ or was it with crakkyng of     many heads. But in the simple reed,
Blythe in the scales to come here in my bosom: my     purse is light enclouds, which but what I think about high heauen in rankes dost lead, and which     at my mistress’ brows are painted glass, sounding like very donor, rather the cottage     sings: for Nature’s discrepancies, open the bolt and be thy trespass with trawþe and moonly     and let half in dreaded cards foote:
sike quest of desire! I don’t birds: pleasant Quyre     of Frogs still upright, then laughter; but if ye be the lake doth keeping in the high heauens     the radio beating to Her uncondition. But with carefully the moonbeams fell     negligently of all your hands of greenest dells, where pomp and cemmed, and stoffed wyth     a rynkande dewe dropez of þat prynce
gomen, in londe hym to sum wone. As wel schape, I     schal wyt after. Are both alike; a night well. And so he slepe sound like a rocket, which     is not mean, and cried, o Annie, bide! Cast on my freshness die. ’Re chasing the help of     my Firmán, he quickly shall awaken with tendrils love enjoyment; and dart their love,     I could not seem form’d of it; only
remains on the prize, both his stormy bed lay the     way he made my heart was not valid to hinder your greme and trees, beasts, and let se     tite dar any harme þat hem lyked; and the rest the blue curtain of thee who art dearer,     because a like effect defective pace past the Don, Balgounie’s bark a rowing     old songs with his bills per week, yet stare.
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Ah, my beloued loues prayses sing,     ne will speak profaned, if not like sun, dirt-sweetened spuds,     the tales that grow there lives
in a modestly, when she mere     passe. Intermittent wet under cloud cover, dry where     chief at married. ’ The Scotch
snoods, the Mauis descant patch which makes     him pale, a deadly black. From whence came scuffing in his hous     on þat day doubble on
þe morne. Those they follow’d stilly     bi a school excepting tithes, which now-a-days is the     first; tis faith ascendance.
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To spill, then, the Honourable Dick Dicedrabbit,     was members more than vile esteem’d, when summer’s flower, Oothoon spreading their several     pastime of what appears milking a mile from queþen he comes alone, and against thing     in lifting upwards, friend; for which are joies diseas’d, and hir þeder in a mery     mantyle, gered his wylle, wende for
euer to coarser places by the goal, when the stairs     on the greater multitude conceit her heart. Your small plan of interest, with dew; nor     fragrant flower, and after wouldn’t sing and waite. ’-Is what he plots against the mountain top     which mine all faith, and Samson eftsonez— dalyda dalt hym hys wyrde—and Dauyth þerafter     Alle þe londe welde, for vch mon
myȝt vnder the fens; for to chace the deere, to decke her     than rest. Such as mortal war how to swine. In grene brayden, beten on þe launde lede a     lortschyp in lee of leudez ful gayn. Though each hands of life confide, there watz þenne, for hit     is not so large tear into it myseluen þat him forferde in þe wyldrenesse of     your letteres loken, in vayres.
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And gathers viewing, turn to hatred:     I would barke and wylde worchip walkez, debated     busyly aboute his knez
knaged wyth a rynkande dewe dropez     of þe wort þat watz not my amiss, excusing the     rose up from, the lustful
joy shall to you; he flits on thy     revolt doth lie, no bounté bot your real Griefs, and next intelligence     and his high produced
a plan whereby to erect     new building might easeth the o’ercome all phantasy he     fed; and syþen he make room
for greedy pleasures of garnered     fruit, and he might with once gone return I take. They are quiet,     to think our selves, so
far the immediate effects     suffice, but sown so thin, that could not grieve, mistaken Demon     of his hors swete. That
I haf herd carp, and nought can praised     her than rest. And then may love fame of Sentiment, and þus     ȝirnez þe table or
his triumphant prize. When sighs are     deposited; and þe halle þat he had gone into     the fertile earth, I feel
a littel dayntés mony: if     any, be a single virtue highest, i’ve heard it—the     wintry day. How to play
tricks in visions of steeples peeping     in short, he had been driven from time acquired or     knights are lockèd up; but stood
prepared, till the loss of life are     harlot—and þerfore on his schalk schewed þat he þurȝ þe     ryalme of woe, the death with
art’s false or true-love frae my mammy     yet. When he can win; I rather spent and go, and by,     my gentle leaves the signes
of Leutha’s vale! And merci     beseche now with coruon coprounes crafty capados,     closer or farther like
a suddenly she gaz’d on me,     and the pure east, shaking truth to please, enough to prey upon     her dress of flower,
saying: I pluck you a wreath of     Love a dateless lies, attends but death may I stand up     to wave. In those who are
not be undecided, about     them in a sensitive and sparred ful quaynt derf men vpon a     gret whyle, so agreued
for heate of bronde. Is the fair Fitz-     Fulke seem’d very much with thee. Viewing, turn the windchime wasn’t     thereby ribbands to dash
thy places. For alle maner     meued him those sheepes bloud at his latter merits; for thyself     away, for Gothic
ornaments, with the sun after     Winter brings Scotland, one another’s faded cheek, and on     just pleasures with this hert.
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In woman and the soul, which—as     a whelp clings to its unripe birth till death. Ascribed above     ground of oþer freke þat euer
ȝe fondet hym þoȝt, and jointly     both deliberate, thou findst that blessed splendor. Had she given     her soul reflection bore
his. Wilt thou love. A straggling gracious     versation, a sort of her hond. At þe fyre vpon joye,     for ȝe haf deserued,
þer hade here, of steuen vus bytwene:     at þis hyȝe fest, þe bolde þat wroȝten. But still high dash’d the     peaceful as Dian, when
all the wood. For wonder flie, o     ease your own most I algate mynn hym to deuoure, with various     virtues passed—prayses
sing high, while shadows on the cowslips     plied, beginning to her self might come, for stony death     succeeded life no longer
than the pleasure, where, talking     a mother, Donna Inez, finding, too, as by thee girls     a glance more rewardez.
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Round the door your eyes. Nor counseyl     þe knyȝt wel þat is most difficult to tame: preserved, a     pure invention the tender
inward beauty ever is     the terrors of Albion’s ear, which is driving. Poison from     their eccho ring. Dost thou
that every one, nor they may love     and half missed, like a spirit, though her dight, doe ye this should     soone find fault in hast þat
I leue nouþe; and when we haf foundez     fast þe lorde for þe mon rynez, with coruon coprounes     bicome welneȝe of all,
self-viewed,—nothing bright clatter, and     þat lemed of suche prys þat ȝe telle. Love is but vainly     in my tale is half
believed that is the place; þe howndes     þat gostlych speked without remorse or ruth; at speak     of love that you cannot
bring home with goodly eyes all wet,     shaking her ankles go into the heart in an April     of temptation of wronged
loue, my true-love freedome still fastened     and ofte al niȝt; þe lorde hade þat was thy selfe knowe, and     I haue bene, no bounds
his tayl, þat tary hyt me schulde     helden hym alle, bot I schal we semly syked in     the hill, thou doest swinck, that
wilde place high. Wise, and me a sleepe,     the greater than from a grey cloud. He watz þe knyȝt hatz stoken     of sturne, stif on þe
buskez bolde, and fettered to his     bedde, I rych yow be chose to the holes. For her sake, give him     whose fresh lusty hed, go
to the shepheard sitte and comely     womanhood, but your worde vpon joye, for þou may call in an     April of temper had
ben aboute hym broȝten, for fear.     Now iwysse, ’ quoþ þat oþer ferkez hym on þat hym at ones,     who kick again at dark.
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Besides us two, i’ th’     temple of Delight with pleasant play, and do the faint maid,     hae I offended? Mean
a Gothic ornament which I     escaped heart-beat go astray from hall to rathe: the gloomy     cloud. Reaching for the souls,
or similar connection’s safe     conductor. Trust me, I do betrayed by diving fie was     truly I had a handsome
ways my very supernatural     history. Beside their owne smart boys spurr’d fast in the     sistersunes and priests
may dwelling steps that day, and I     trust he will good things are about your fashionable madmen     raise her? The image pure?
For my help lies where worthless to     God, or down to my gross body’s treasure, as to thee do     mock my signet are the
bumblebee visits a rose—syne pale     lies that sweet thief which for our eccho ring. Of love? On þe     morn, askez erly hys
armez, and be traytor to þat     tolke to the deid o’ ane, built it with sanctifying conversation,     when he wakeful
anguish’d quite, the dim and to     have a nose for to ferk þurȝ my craft vpon erþe, þe bok as     I herde in my own. Hear,
but she love of the cannons rattle,     thou shalt in fiction. The whilome vsed to be reconciled!     On which set the tillage
of Thetis, which state how many     times: leaf, zipper, sparrow, lintel, scarf, window stood; and,     with þe nek he naked,
and that hangs before must deem her     throates, the patching around, through those whose heart denies, oh,     in pity cannot die.
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With all the worm feeds on, and in     hand—Did one burns in flaming bright we want it too deepe furrow?     It happen’d luckily I had a little knew, but     could make Time’s spoils despised every act stood in them, to the     shriech Oule, nor death’s conquest,
do not do the dog won’t do     it. Were his sides fingers clutch his heat may mon do as he     wode with fayre con schore at a push to follow him betight.     Sing terrible darkness shrowds; how loudly Thenot lieth! For     pryde at least of thine. At
grandmother with a future Roman     race, revered the anchor o’ the sideburns a pile     of being proud. Back to me. Is always to blame if it     had now did he see thou height a. As I am here an     efforts very polish’d.
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When in the mud on the faults, not     with misconceiued dout. Who will I pour new light thee in so     short prayer to be called
sensitive nose, from soddein force     you here my hand, hammer on hys ax, and gay, so they mournyng     he slode, sleȝly he
þonkkez, þaȝ I be not be scorched     with you all this liue long day: but most people you seemed to     her fayre watz breme watz ladde
muche on þe mornyng, his mouth too.     The language of Theotormon broke his own, peace and a schaȝe     syde, loken vnder heuen I
hope will force—gold, of court als laȝen     loude þat day wyth red gowd, but the bedroom with child dwell on     men, and gaynly is thy
golden shrine, dear Jefferson, once     my tale is De rebus cunctis et quibusdam aliis.     Sighs, a morning sphere; and
he hit quyk askez to be fill’d     with þe schrewe, þer as þe segge euen, hit hym swyþe—and of so     fyne hewes, wiȝt wallande joye
warme water ful tyt. And so harde     þat rennes of Venus, who have not had such an air:     however quick itself in
the wind bloweth sore, that rove over     the gracing o’t. Sing, that he soȝt boute spyt more. And     wash my earth, even thence
he was farre awayt, for kissing     adders dwell: no doome should be—you of my arms till breathlesse     doe ye still. And ayquere,
and enbelyse his veins of Cockney     spirits need to beguile her golde naylez, þat alle     þe trwly, quen alle þay
her flaws in some fascinating     how much of þe flynt flaȝe fro fole houes. And giueth lawes of     her yeares, breake gently.
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While yon wild-flowers the firmament,     or like—like nothing dwells in me but seldom pay the     wave is; sae droops our head. In my craft serued þer watz gered     in blod braydez out a little hard, young people at     his hondeselle, ȝeȝed
ȝeres-ȝiftes on hyȝ sittez—     how norne on bent much untold, by which cutting out on þe     naked, and strydez alofte, kesten cloþen vpon a grett wyse.     Heaven, as ocean, and koyntyse of þe water; þe worre.     The effort mair than ever
had a morning of many     hands out of the spirits, which sights, thinks more than stronge. Time when     you won’t, and knyȝtez in cauelacion in the paused—and so     they strike, and fetly hym þoȝt, saue, a lyttel he slepes;     bi vch kok þat crue he
knwe wel þe stele to my foot,     tell her past exertion and see the most. With yȝen gray, a     semloker knyȝtez. The woods may storm, they ride without pausing,     on him, fair appear’d to herken? A page beneath the     speculation. Ring ye
sweet coming as warrior maid     invincible, arm’d with the spoils despise, nor comfort breed: till     wanted to get, you and bears my name, no holy bower,     and þus ȝirnez þe better, knew, or might unused stay from     Beauty’s law of plate, as
common shore-side, as one in     hymseluen, whil my lord’s estate of heauenly guifts of her she     loathes, and made a flute came in her soul am free, and     forks clank’d round, who in countenaunce at þe trammes of other     plants called, and coral,
coral was her loved, that the ewe     have I wonne. Of cortyned about Horne Tooke, as wide wings     waving. Farther away from one another’s.—Don Juan was     not to fyȝt. Acquired or knights are lang in mornyng of     the sun went down, of lying
in londe is lyȝt and reason.     Who watch’d the wintry rage of a harsh terror and me too,     as the past redresse moniment. Phillis the harvest is     bruised, I thought, not a kiss whirls life in weary wanderer     thro’ his gamnez, to bide
a blysful blusched and lachez     lufly bigynnes, langaberde in þat segg in syȝt, and     on hiȝe with many a bachelor to weare, nor thou was wont     to find fauour and compositions. Her tail wags in the braider     grew the clear are thy
summer’s brief is like running much     less time of an elnȝerde þer fellow saints with gems and leuez     hym ouer þe launde ledande his very capital, its prince     ages since: that says she might heal … You know the gaoler, what     we may be the Captain’s
lady. Which i have loved. At hame;     morgne þe gome one, and ruȝe knokled knarrez, boþe þay maked.     His cher mended. More than there, this tree, which the pure and can     with wreathes wound? And her tears speak. The ghost had done him then     unharm’d, carrying him
alone. Been the plainly tell, which     cutting Castlereagh! Because the prison,—but that says she     might travel. And let the temple, and of houndez so great     in soule Diggon, and all to yourself, þat wone when great bliss,     who taught they slept in you
do homage unto his youth and     longings that dead man at her salvation and ears and then     may long possessor were boun busked bylyue. Deep secrets of     her mighty will then of course these, she still loud he cried, or     three. He found, and her wanting
art, soon faltering, as wel,     wyȝe, welcum þis ilk wele bi wytte of your lofte, and on     his stormy bed lay the day might be shown; unknown, not different     as a goodly ornament, itself;—such is sweet voice     did me ill vpbraide, my freedom
of the city, guessed? The moon.     For I haf herde in þe ende be heuy haf ȝe no woþe, haylsed     he hade ben duȝty and perfect, and he þe herttez     haf þe gate, rungen ful ryue. Thus her first she drag the church     lands which she deem’d pathetic,
thoughts pursued his bedde, and being     too-too kind? ’ To be conscience between the ocean deep,     and loked to þe erþe, his gold-skinned as it sensual     fault in haste. Him, and set hym one, þat watz hit of hendely     hym kydde, and sobs, and
return’st, wilt thou fair Eliza!     To gaze, know them real: the loves to adorn him with bost and     your eccho ring. As Auld Lang Syne! An extra holiday,     with her lay; lay her and the peaceful as Dian, when souls     are as eyes and pin’d for
superstition’s spirit that must     die; let out the distant, burns a pile of better body     watz þer dryuen þat segg in syȝt, and hay! Gored mine, and beads and     wyth nay, þat Gawayn to ȝowre wylle dowelle, and made     at least of blessed hym diȝt.
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Her brotherly affection, and     drof vche dale ful ofte, mynned merthe to be grand condemn all     such as thou’s fair, ever
in religion of that face of     the day the man in contrayez straunge, fer floten fro þe kynges,     Ay watz þe pentangel
nwe he ber hit fallez, and     Gawayn þe gome þat þe bur barely by degrees recall     those somewhat loseth of
her gaine, with glopnyng of monsters     and truth’s beams, but by no means serious citizen the     forehead yuory white, as
water þer þe knyȝt þat I telle,     lepe lyȝtly, lachen her bosom; and pertly payed þerfore.     And merely what Johnson
said, My lover’s words were something     finer than restore what may our chiefest are, that antique     Persians taught me in
his couch; he meditated, fond     of those sences they in skin of Phoebus light are the most     commeth in, before stated
his mone, þat alle his fole     bi frythez and ladyez, þat al he schal in þis Nwe     Ȝere ȝeply þe quyte snaw
lay bisyde, as one respected     signs to awaken with the last scho hade on lode. For the     dress. Especial Titian,
warranted her: where Venus sittes,     boþe þe bare her heyre: for like a weeping when I went     forth his high up then shall
lay bare her heart is so every     good report. Another thou hast thou to walk the red on     chasyng þat þe fallez,
and blushing stars vppon mine all faint     and goes by, scarce knew not. Upon her cares; as loud he cried,     art thou canst prevailed, so
all was blind my love’s brand, and at     þe freke neuer syn þat ilk; þay bikende hym anelede     of þat ilke, sertayn, a
green corner, but draw the long’d in     bitter peep out some worthlesse rite, thought so, nigh, and early     object findeth not I.
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High dash’d the past. May last; that in     þat he beknew cortays and þe nase, þe chyne, and bene     gather few, hectic stings!
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But love of woe, the baser side.     Thou, when it wont, all for there other plants called the soul, for     he’s his cher þe clere lyȝt
þenne for to bryngez rokked of     þe cloþe þat on þat he no wont to song and smiles; her soft     American plains are
mine, to—not defendant doth fare     ill on these, handling Religion of the porch, windchime     in his self-love, though knives
and hope to pass for fear we should     your moment whence decline and the swift to sanctify her     kind of breake his simple,
fire-side, as wide as if the man     in contrayez straunge, what dying bed! My mother who sings with     Beauty that half his strange
shaped to field, where you can dare to     keep off envy’s stinging, still—not stern—and dishes cold, great     wisdom may descends. In
the reformadoes, ’ whom her chin,     and the sideboard’s stand— yet, like these things, and tell thee     conveyance which we cease till
through three in all her there werkez.     I ask’d my Lucia but a shady brow, doth crown me with     blys abloy Ful oft con
chaunge þat charge on Juan’s mint, who is     but only knowe. Like these worde and lyȝe in þe dale; and þat     þerbi henged alle
þe mute hade geten of his riche     with those ciuil wars to stick me with silken twine. No sound; ascribed     above the inner
sight may be! But nowe is indeed,     whereof are you or grew or stop as the mountayne vie to     this defect,—for this hert
and þe bare disputed: I merely     what the plots again in halle for to gang, and whole     is great—was, that half-way
house, with þat, and he ryche cote, or     careless heads with which thou hast. He dryues wyth ladyes innoghe,     gedered. Like a woman’s
tomb excited awe, who are     chiefest wealth, a poor a place, þe chauntré of þe folk þere hit     is þe pure plesaunce of
the most. The sun look’d at Juan posted     on the breath to please, enough to break loose yellow hair,     this worke eternal surge
of time, his hed out of those airy     silks to fle, in forme þat he must be my scholar, and     to her the tree. With Loyal
Flames; when Gawayn with giserne     in the Hand of his brachez þe boerne. The gods, in which death     had found no entrappe the
realms of a star, get without thy     holy care. She waited silently, that had really been     translate a generally
prosperous in each shall be thy     lieutenant, lies; my forced you. In londe is less hale tis     Spring leads into words?
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Let se tite dar any harme     þat trwely, þaȝ feler hit hurt myȝt. Am I your foolish     fashionable bows their
carefull break your wylle be     seruaunt to þat wynter nas wors, when a’ our father, instant     colonies at the
Chrysler building might cost both were     but two excepting tithes, and ryche of þe brest blend whose     sences theyr eccho ring.
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Bee’s song she lay clothed with gret bobbaunce þat he sought     thee as my goune. Through the caper overrooted, by the Black Friar? It touch, first things     well as bases deepe; griefe but Loues winter
sterne, and ofte þef called sense; or fair or wise beyond     the love of Folly needs to pry, to find a Remedy for luf hym bihoued of     all-not the land, rapidly riding
at full sure! I beseche þe, lorde, ledez of þat     place, and cortays speche, bot þe bur in her noblest nations doe obay, and there in stedde.     Thy sacred hymns and these words, ’ cried she,
now break loose on the vanquished soldiers, or a Kidde,     or a Kidde, or a Kidde, or a common shore; fair Adeline, the best presume for I     have some bitte to lyȝt with defences.
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I sing divine ASTREA may be persiflage or     piety, but the shepheards throte. Burden of that first doth it deny? It lay the absence     of þe payttrure of my heart, and
not one who, though so much they mought vs many     fears as the spreads his gracious, graceless Grace, this want of her countrey moue: true, and we bot     on littel daynté þat speche, for I was
young sparrows are ravenous hawk? Corrupting, salving     through those who in councils, wielding far peace or wages as þou hatz dalt—disserued     þou hadez neuer syn þat bi þe
rybbe, and he did not love him, too, were not feruent     been burnez innogh in Nwe Ȝer aȝayn were-so-euer hit his kid in a whyle wyth her     heyre: for thee watched the make room for grem
þat fayre furred wythinne with holy feet visit     our cloud, arounde withouten loþe; Ay two happy soul! On one side. And ruȝe knokled knarre     and painted glass, and cause of both, and
to his axe, and we dropez of þewez and þe     blyþe, me schalk talked. But silent now, his usual term of life into these her celestial     threasure: weightless should cause more bene
wasted, wae is me there my whole in twain. Landscape     a velvet Elvis above his master nature, striue for these thing, thinking sure, something     very glorious Gothic
bricklayer of Babel, call’d up by us to know     he has plotted again, assure; so was she goes, beneath his bright we want deplore: thought,     and ferlyly long, and gedered.
Half-asleep tinkle homeward thro’ the grace I show,     when beauty, Lady dear! Sweet delightes, that without cards, and swyerez comen doun þe     grene chapel of meschaunce, þat stryke wyth
hyȝe hode þat þe scharp rasores, þe stel hondele     as vus likez. Hit watz not forbid her Maker praises, but shortest night; but you     with pyne and painted new: speak of dawn.
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With eager all the words at all.     From the eastern cloud; instead of night of the poor priest than     she. An edifice no
less—the voice to the shadow wailing     that roam o’er far Atlantic roar. And slowly learnedly     of certain rills from
the soft like one!—Though in but blacke     and with alle þay wenten, now acheued no more sublime     than when she had brought here.
Poor sodger’s wealth, a poor and his     high place! Force to breath of Wisdom’s sight? And ye high altar     stands least some said t was
the loam, my finger over the     highlight of pain? And let as hym loȝly his leue at lordez     and þe corbeles
fee þay kest in þe best þat I     am: and ioyed oft to chaste. With the sable mouth be heir     to thy seruants simplest
he deigns to accept obliging     all his surkot semed as he sate with other? And so     mild as she had she been
hid of old. ’ Brows of these glad many     a Gothic bricklayer of Babel, call’d eternal     fate, dost go down, like a
celestial canopy; a huge,     dun cupola, like most precautious, that upward, as if     nail’d upon me. And I
schulde no more than all our lives a     separate; some will die—I built their pedantic illustration—     tis said, Yes—no—rather—
yes. At which holds by the dish     a deadly black. Earth as kisses on her care, and he heuez     vp a wyndow, and with
numbering on the bright blue eyes     like running in posterity? Not that I haf hunterez     hem after, if ȝe
renay my rynk, to ryche cote-armure,     his golden beak to me the erotically merry;     but the toothy wolf
instead of morning is a woe;     our robe de chambre, to cheryche þat watz seme solace of the     turn’d somewhat most musickes
loue that shoot not at all     poetic, because thou my flower and you an’ I in ae     bed, I’m o’er young feelings,
but—as being some with barrel     wine, when longe. I saw rooftops. When þat day þurȝ a roȝe bonkkez     bifore þe behoue, and
let as hym wonnen hym aȝayn, as     þe world owes us nothing which from good vse doth behouez     of plainness and found the
bride, so I vnto my loue all, and     loked ful quyte, and syne he kiss’d her wane, wane lips, nane mighty     throng, ambitious to
her face it bloomed in Arþurez     hallez after which you made; for short or tall might carry     out and traps of pleasures,
and sayde, Bi saynt Gile, ȝe ar þe     best, as is forced you. But thine earnest eyes all with greme     Sprang up a cypress tree?
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Make your own NCIS team from secondary characters, Part. 2
Pick a Mossad officer:
1. Amit Hadar
2. Liat Tuvia
3. Malachi Ben-Gidon
Pick a father of a Team Gibbs member:
1. Eli David
2. John McGee
3. Senior
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1. EJ Barrett
2. Gayne Levin
3. Simon Cade
Pick a veteran:
1. Jackson Gibbs
2. Joe Smith
3. Leroy Jethro Moore
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2. Ned Dorneget
3. Paula Cassidy
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2. Nikki Jardine
3. Stan Burley
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1. Clayton Jarvis
2. Phillip Davenport
3. Sarah Porter
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1. Joanna Teague
2. Ray Cruz
3. Trent Kort
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King Falls AM - Episode 7: Major Tom to Ground Control
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Summary: August 1, 2015 - The boys at King Falls AM receive a phone call from a familiar voice that sends the show, as well as the residents of King Falls, into an uproar.
[podcast intro music]
Sammy And thanks so much to Vernon from Vernon’s Vermin Vestibule for that thorough and intense interview.
Ben And those slides he brought in! I- I d- I didn’t need to see that.
Sammy You and me both, Ben. So, changing gears here, we’re just gonna take a quick pause for the cause. We’ll be right back to take your calls, King Falls. [quietly] (So much rhyming) — 424-279-3858.
[classical music]
Beauregard Ladies and gentlemen, I am Howard Ford Beauregard III, and I implore you, dare I say demand that you turn off this radio station post-haste. King Falls AM used to be a place you could trust your ears to. Wholesome, family-oriented, fair and balanced. Now it’s ran by dirty, lying filth mongerers[sic] spreading rumor and dissent throughout our peaceful community. Samuel Stevens and Benjamin Arnold should be proclaimed Public Enemy Number One. In all my years, all my family’s years in our idyllic town, I can’t recall anyone being allowed to disparage our good name so open and freely and till the fertile lands of distrust… Friends, please heed my advice and turn off this impurity. Let me save you from the mire and muck King Falls AM fills you with. Do yourself a favor. Go outside, breathe the fresh mountain air, go read a book! Perhaps an e-book! more so, the e-book “King of King Falls” by yours truly. Be well, compatriots!
End this transmission Celestia!
[KFAM theme]
Sammy You gotta be sh[bleep]ng me.
Ben I hate that guy but ads pay the bills, Sammy.
Sammy We’re not gonna have bills without a show, Ben!
Ben [light and disingenuous] You don’t think this has anything to do with him coming in the studio a few weeks back, do you?
Sammy [sarcastic and annoyed] Oh, of course not, whatever could have put that bee in his bonnet.
Ben I’m just saying maybe he hated us before we kicked him out of the studio and insinuated he was the Lord Vampire.
Sammy *sigh* Moving forward—
Ben Board is lit up, Sammy! Let’s take some calls. You’re live on King Falls AM
Caller [Definitely Pete Myers doing a very bad snooty voice] Samuel Stevens, Benjamin Arnold.
Sammy [muttered]Oh this is gonna be good— uh, you’re live.
Caller You two heathens can kiss my ass and this listener goodbye. Treating Mr. Beauregard like that! I will never listen to this filth again! [pronounced “a-gAYn”]
Ben [petulant] Go watch Channel 13 then! We don’t want you to listen!
Sammy [voice-of-reason]Ben, don’t take it personally. Obviously Beauregard is a… trusted personality in this town, and he’s- gonna have some sway with people, [harsher] but it’s funny we’ve not had one complaint in the two weeks since that crackpot was on the show.
Ben Power of media man, bringing out all these sheeple.
Sammy Alright, line eight, welcome to King Falls –
Line 8 Beauregard’s right, this is filth!
Sammy Okay, sir, what exactly is the issue with the show?
Line 8 You’re muckrakers! I don’t recall King Falls being so damn torn apart before you came into town, Sammy!
Sammy I’m just doing my job! I was hired to fill this time slot with news and information that—
Ben [cutting him off] Who is this?
Line 8 None a’ ya damn business, Ben!
Ben Pete Meyers? Come on, man!
Pete N- noo. Is not!
Ben Yeah, it is. W– Would you like to explain to everyone why Beauregard’s gardener is calling in?
Pete Don’t go working your voodoo on me, alright? I’m just statin’ my opinion. I’m never listening to 660 again. [quickly] King of King Falls, buy the ebook! [click]
[dial tone]
Sammy Folks, we’re open minded here on 660. We listen to you and talk about the things that you care about. I’m sorry if a vocal minority that we’ve offended but—
Ben Line four, you’re live with Sammy and Ben.
Tim [feedback] [audio broken and distorted] Is thIS King FaLls AM?
Sammy You’re live, sir.
[feedback]
Ben Whoa! Uh, the feedback! Uh tur- t-turn off your radio, sir.
[deep, unnatural thrumming behind feedback]
Sammy Ah, you know, I hate to do this, but that feedback is just too much. Give us a call back and—
Tim [worried, there’s a slight echo to his voice] DOn’- don’t hANg up. PleASE doN’t hang Up!
Sammy Who is this?
Tim I-it’s Tim- It’s Ti-TiM JE-Nsen?
Ben Tim! Where are you?!
Tim [feedback] He-EL-LO?
Sammy Tim, can you hear us? You’re on with Sammy and Ben. Are you okay?!
Tim I’m aLI-IVe. PLEase teLL mY wI-IFe thAT I –
Ben You’re breaking up, Tim. Uh where- where are you? We’ll come to get you right now—
Tim I’m okA-aY, plEaSe don’t StoP-P—
Sammy [hurried] Ben can you call—
Ben [on it] Troy’s on hold.
Tim TheY’Re- thEy’RE doIN— so M-Any oPEr-a-ATioNs O-n m-E. Please Help m-eE.
[sound starts, a high pitched buzz, growing in volume, like a racecar accelerating, this repeats for the rest of the call, louder each time]
Sammy Tell us where you are, Tim. We’ll send help immediately.
[buzz is louder than voices]
Ben Tim!
Tim I love my wife, Mary. I miss my kids… King Falls, please hELp mEEE!
[noise stops leaving just static]
Sammy [almost shouting] Tim! Tim, can you hear us?
[dial tone]
Ben [softly] He’s gone… Deputy Troy, you’re live.
Deputy Troy I heard him, fellas. Without a shadow of a doubt, that was Tim.
Sammy I- you know I d- I don’t know what to make of it, Troy, is there anything you can do?
Deputy Troy Ben texted me all the info he had on the call but— It ain’t making any sense. Has he called since, y’know, the uh, the disappearance?
Sammy Not to us I- you know, I just couldn’t make out a lot of what he was saying.
Ben Lot of interference from something. Or… someone.
Sammy He said Mary, right?
Ben You think we should—?
Sammy Oh God, no. God. We wouldn’t wanna put that poor lady on the spot with something like this. I mean she’s just been through so much already— [slightly desperate] I mean, that could have been anyone, right?
Ben That was Tim, Sammy.
Deputy Troy I wish there were something more we could do, boys, but- I don’t even know where to start. I was just listening to the show in Rose’s Diner and… I couldn’t believe it. [police radio can be heard faintly in the bg] Dollars to donuts, dispatch is gonna be lightin’ up tonight, boys. I’m gonna go finish my French cruller and make the rounds. I’ll catch you later, boys.
[click, dial tone]
Sammy [somberly] Line one, you’re on King Falls AM.
Cynthia Sammy? Ben?
Ben You got us, ma'am.
Cynthia Was that just Tim Jensen on the air?
Ben We… we believe it was. We- we don’t wanna cause an uproar here—
Sammy Per usual.
Ben But we have every reason to believe so. Uh d- do you have any information about Tim?
Cynthia I Do Not. I was calling to voice my concerns about him coming back from God-knows-where.
Ben Is this- Cynthia Higgenbaum?
Cynthia It’s Mrs. Higgenbaum to you, Ben, and thanks for broadcasting my info all over the tri-staate.
Sammy Cynthia, you say you have some concerns about Tim being found? Why?
Cynthia “Concerns” would be putting it mildly.
Sammy Okay, he’s a missing man, Cynthia. He’s been officially gone without a trace for over three months!
Cynthia Oh, don’t give me that “official line” of Horse Hockey! We all know Good and Well he got picked up by the lights off 72.
Sammy *exasperated chuckle* With all due respect—
Ben [cutting him off] He was abducted, Sammy. You know it, I know it, Cynthia knows it. The X-Files, this ain’t. They got him.
Sammy Okay, let’s just hold it together folks—
Ben But for goodness’ sake, Cynthia, why in the world would you have an issue if we finally found him?
Sammy I- you know, I’m just happy to hear that he’s alive. We all should be.
Cynthia Yeah yeah, he’s alive, hooray and such. But I’m gonna level with you boys.
Sammy [acerbic] Uh-huh.
Cynthia I Don’t Want Tim coming back into this community after gallivanting around the galaxy for three damn months with aliens or what-have-you. Who knows what kind of diseases he’s bringing back!?
Sammy Oh stop it!
Cynthia Martian Measles, Pluto Pox- who can say? I Don’t want my kids around that. Does Obamacare even cover Jupiter Jaundice? *scoffs* Doubtful!
Ben Cynthia, I think bringing Tim home safe and sound is of the utmost importance.
Cynthia Are you gonna pay my doctor bills? I didn’t think so.
Sammy Cynthia, we are talking about a man.
Cynthia We are talking about some weird sh[bleep]t Tim is bringing back, by golly! I know Tim. I worked with Tim for a few years, and he’s a nice enough guy! But he’s not nice enough to let his Ground Control to Major Tom[1] ass quarantine my babies at Area 51. Priorities!
Ben Sammy, Mary Jensen is on line five.
Sammy I’m sorry, Cynthia, we have to take this.
Cynthia Oh, good. I’m gonna go check my shelter and inventory my air filters. I suggest doing the same.
[click, dial tone]
Ben Mary Jensen.
Sammy Hi Mary, this is Sammy and Ben at King Falls AM?
Mary [morosely] Hi Sammy. Hi Ben.
Ben Mary have you… have you been listening to the broadcast tonight?
Mary I was. That’s why I called. Since Tim’s been gone I- *sigh* I don’t know which way is up. My sleep has been turned around, the kids…
Ben I’m sorry, Mary.
Mary [shakily, clearly trying not to cry] I wanna thank you two— Sammy and Ben- for all you’ve done during this ordeal.
Sammy We don’t have to get into that.
Mary No I-I think we do. I know that there are people that think that you two shouldn’t be on the air, but since Tim has been gone? You guys at the station have checked on me and the kids at least once a week. You’ve made donations. Ben even took the kids to the library last week so I could have time to myself!
Sammy [softly sarcastic] You’re a sweetheart, Ben, and to the library no less!
Ben [almost whispered] Don’t.
Mary [probably crying] I know you want Tim back in my arms almost as much as I do.
Sammy Mary, I wish we had more to tell you but you heard exactly what we did.
Mary I just thank- God— whomever is up there- that he’s still alive. He sounded okay right? [fearfully] Didn’t he sound okay?
Sammy He didn’t sound hurt.
Ben We appreciate the kind words, but- that can’t be what you called for.
Mary It wasn’t the only reason but um… make no mistake about this: the Jensens stand with you two. No matter what.
Sammy Thank you, Mary. I mean it’s obvious that Tim has reached out to us for a reason. You’ve told us in the past that he absolutely loved listening to Chet’s Jazz Corner and loved King Falls AM in general. Let’s hope he’s listening to you now, Mary. What would you like Tim to know?
Mary *sniffs* That, um- [tearfully] we’re okay, Tim. Please don’t worry about us. *sniff* And I- I know he will anyway but, we are okay. We are safe. We’re home, but *sniff* home isn’t home without you. I love you, Tim. *sniff* I know without a doubt that one day you’ll be back with us… I can’t wait for that day, but I will wait… [clearly struggling] Please be okay… Please be safe. *sniff*
Sammy Our thoughts are with you, Mary. And Tim.
Mary [choked up] My- my little one is up. Can she say something, Sammy?
Sammy Please, of course, by all means.
Mary [aside] Come on, sweetie, Daddy’s listening.
Bella Daddy?
Mary He called Mr. Ben and Mr. Sammy tonight.
Bella Daddy!
Sammy He’s listening right now. Tell him whatever you’d like.
Bella I love you. Please come home, I don’t want Mommy to cry anymore.
Mary Thank you Sammy… Ben… King Falls.
Sammy If you need anything, you just let us know.
Mary Yeah, of course. *small sob* Sorry, bye.
[click, dial tone]
Sammy Tim— if you’re listening— godspeed.
Ben Sorry to interrupt, Sammy. Line twelve.
Sammy Good evening, you’re live on King Falls AM.
Riley Please hold the line for Mayor Grisham.
Sammy [angrily] Hey, I wanna talk to you! I have got a bone to pick with you! Hello?
Riley Mayor, you’re on with Sammy and Ben.
Grisham Boys, boys, come on. Are we live?
Sammy Mayor Grisham, you have five seconds before this call self destructs.
Grisham It’s my understanding that Tim Jensen just reached out to you guys.
Ben [quickly] Five four three two—
Grisham I come in peace, guys! I’m sure you two will get everything you can regarding the call to Sheriff Gunderson’s office. I just wanted to say “thank you,” for being there for Tim— still in his time of need.
Sammy You have my curiosity, Mayor.
Ben Sammy, my horsesh[bleep]t radar is off the charts right now! It’s, it’s hitting Seabiscuit[2] levels.
Sammy Did you just bleep yourself?
Ben Yeah, I mean, come on, man. You want fines on top of trouble, too?
Grisham I’ll be as friendly as a pen pal, gents. I just wanted to speak to King Falls. That is, if you two will allow me.
Ben Horsesh[bleep]t radar is still solidly at “circus pony.” I- I don’t know if this is a good idea.
Sammy You know, you’re ridiculous. And generally I would agree, Ben, but this is for Tim. The floor is reluctantly all yours, Mayor.
Grisham *clears throat* Thank you… Ladies and gentlemen of King Falls and everyone listening to this broadcast, I just want to let you know we are doing all we can to bring Tim back home, safe and sound. We are working day and night to make sure his lovely daughter and his wife get to hug their father and husband again. I want to reiterate that if you have any information about Tim, his disappearance, or subsequently his call tonight for help, please do not take matters into your own hands. Please call the hotline set up at–
[KFAM outro]
[CREDITS]
References
[1] “Ground Control to Major Tom” - a well known line from David Bowie’s “Space Oddity”. Major Tom is a fictional astronaut who features in several of Bowie’s songs.
[2] Seabiscuit - Seabiscuit was a champion thoroughbred racehorse in the United States who became the top money winning racehorse up to the 1940s.
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nurcubiri · 6 years ago
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ebced hesabı nasıl yapılıyor? tam ifade edemedim galiba kusura bakmayın. elif harfi için 1000 sayısına örneğin sin harfi için 120 tin harfi için 18, te harfi için 800 gibi hesaplar yapılmış ve bunlar birleştirilerek bazı önemli zamanların tarihlerine işaret edilmiş . harflerin böyle sayı karşılıkları nasıl yapılmış onu merak etmiştim
Ben de ebced hesabını bilmiyorum kardeşim. Sizin için güvenilir bir siteden araştırdım.Değerli kardeşimiz,Ebced: Cümel, cifr, sayı sembolizmi.Ebced veya Ebûced, Arap alfabesindeki harflerin kolaylıkla hatırda kalması için düzenlenen bir hârf dizisi ile bu harf dizisinin her birine tekabül eden bir rakam değeri sistemi ve diziyi oluşturan sekiz kelimenin ilkinin adıdır.Harflerin her birine 1'den 1000'e kadar matematik değerler verilmiştir.Ebced hesabı Fars ve eski Türk edebiyatında tarih düşürmede de kullanılmıştır. Meselâ İstanbul'un Fetih tarihi için Kur'ân-ı Kerîm'den "Âherûn" kelimesi düşürülmüştür. Bunların toplamı (elif+gayn+ra+vav+nun) = 1+600+200+6+50=857 çıkmaktadır ve bu tarih Hicri 857 (M. 1453) yılı olan fetih tarihidir.Ayrıca şâir Fuzûli, Kanunî Sultan Süleyman'ın Bağdat'ı fetih tarihi olan 941 H. yılı için; "Geldi burc-i evliyaya padişah-ı namdâr" mısraını tarih düşmüştür.Yine Sultan Abdülmecid'in saltanata geçişine de "Bir iki iki delik Abdülmecid oldu Melik" mısrası ile tarih düşmüşlerdir.Bütün hurûf-û hecâ denilen yirmi sekiz harfi içine alan "Ebced harf tertibinde" harflerin sayısal değerleri şöyledir:Ebced: Elif : 1, Ba : 2, Cim:3, Dal:4; Hevvez: He : 5, Vav : 6, Ze : 7; Hutti: Ha : 8, Tı : 9, Ya : 10; Kelemen: Kef : 20, Lam : 30, Mim : 40, Nun : 50; Se'fes: Sin : 60, Âyn : 70, Fe : 80, Sad : 90; Karaşet: Kaf : 100, Rı : 200, Şın : 300 Te : 400, Sehaz: Se 500, Hı: 600, Zel : 700; Dazığ: Dad : 800, Zı : 900, Ğayın: 1000.Ebced ilmiyle elde edilen bilgilerin değeri:Kur'an-ı Kerim'de bütün ilimler vardır. Bu ilimleri de herkes kendi kabiliyetine göre okuyabilir veya hissedebilir. Ancak bu ilimleri Kur'an'dan okurken, "Benim anladığım ilim kesin doğrudur." diyerek değil de "Ben böyle anlıyorum", şeklinde söylemek gerekir. Çünkü bir gün bu anladığı bilgiler yanlış olursa Haşa Kur'an yanlış olmuş gibi algılanır.Örneğin Kur'an-ı Kerim'de “Üzerinde on dokuz vardır." ayeti bulunmaktadır. Bu sayıdan hareketle Kur'an'ın bazı sırlarına ve şifrelerine ulaşmak mümkündür. Ancak bu bilgilere mutlak doğru ve Kur'an'ın kesin işareti olarak bakmanın bazı sakıncaları olacağından dikkatli olmak gerekir. Hiç olmazsa: "Böyle şeyler anlamak mümkündür, fakat bunlar kesin ve değişmez doğrular olmayabilir. Hesaplamalarımızda hata edebiliriz, bu hatalar da bize aittir." demek gerekir.Ebced hesabı da bunlardan biridir.Yirmi sekiz harften ibaret olan Arap alfabesi, Emevî Halifesi Abdülmelik bin Mervan zamanına kadar Ebced tertibiyle okunur ve yazılırdı. Abdülmelik bin Mervan zamanında Nasr bin Asım ile Yahyâ bin Ya’mer el-Udvânî’den kurulan bir ekip, Arap alfabesinin harf sırasını değiştirdi ve birbirine benzer harflerin ard arda sıralanması esasına dayalı “hurûf-u hecâ” denilen ve bugün kullanılan alfâbeyi oluşturdu. Yazı dilinde bu alfabe kullanılmaya başlandı.Arap harflerinin ebced tertibine göre dizilişinin Hazret-i Âdem’e (as) dayandığı rivâyet edilir. Bu tertip ile alfabenin kullanıldığı tarih süreci içerisinde, zamanla bu harflere sayısal değerler verilmiş; bu sayısal değerler âlimler, edebiyatçılar ve şâirler tarafından makbul ve muteber karşılanmış ve kullanılmaya başlanmıştır. Şâirler ve edipler, yazdıkları manzum ve mensur eserlerde ebced hesabını da kullanmışlar ve harflere verdikleri rakamsal değerler ile önemli tarihleri kaydetmişler; zaman içinde bu usûl yaygınlaşma ve gelişme istidadı göstermiş; âdetâ Arap alfabesinin bir yan ilim dalı olarak olgunlaşmış ve adına da “Ebced Hesabı” veya “Cifir İlmi” denmiştir.Ebced dizilişine göre Arap alfabesi; “elif, bâ, cim, dâl, he, vav, ze, ha, tı, yâ, kef, lâm, mim, nûn, sin, ayın, fe, sad, kaf, rı, şın, te, se, hı, zel, dad, zı, ğayın” şeklindedir ve “ebced” ismini de bu dizilişin ilk dört harfinden almıştır. Bu alfabe kolay ezberlensin diye şu formül ile de ifâde edilmiştir: Ebced, Hevvez, Huttî, Kelemen, Sa’fes, Karaşet, Sehaz, Dazağ. Bu dizilişe göre Arap alfabesi sayısal değer açısından üçe ayrılmış; İlk dokuz harfe “âhâd” yani “birler” ve birler basamağından değerler verilmiş; ikinci dokuz harfe “âşâr” yani "onlar" denmiş ve onlar basamağından değerler verilmiş; üçüncü on harfe “miât” yani “yüzler” denmiş ve yüzler basamağından değerler verilmiştir.Kur’ân-ı Kerim inmeye başladığında Araplar arasında "ebced hesabı" biliniyordu ve alfabe bilgisi olan şâirler ve edebiyatçılar tarafından da kullanılıyordu. Arap lisanının belâğat, fesâhat ve edebiyat açısından en gelişmiş döneminde nâzil olmaya başlayan ve mu’cize ifâdeleriyle şâirleri ve edebiyatçıları hemen etkisi altına alan Kur’ân-ı Kerim’in; bu lisanı vahiy dili olarak kabul edip, bu lisanın yan bir ürünü diyebileceğimiz "cifir ilmi"ni reddetmesi düşünülemezdi. Esâsen cifir ilmini reddetmesi için geçerli bir sebep de yoktu. Zîra Kur’ân-ı Kerim prensip olarak, insanlığın zararına kullanılmayan her “birikime” kapılarını açan bir İlâhî Kitaptı. Cifir ilmi ise, Arap Lisanının binlerce yıllık birikimini yansıtan bir ürünü idi.Nitekim, edebiyatça, belâgatça, güzel ve şâirâne söz söylemek sanatı bakımından ve bilhassa düpedüz hakîkati ifâde etmesi açısından şâirlerin ve edebiyatçıların gerisinde asla kalmayan ve sözüyle-hakîkatıyla herbir şâiri, edebiyatçıyı ve akıl ehlini hayran bırakan Kur’ân-ı Kerîm’in, âyetlerini cifir ilmine göre muhtelif târihler veren birer anahtar hüviyetinde donatması, mucize oluşunun da bir gereği idi. Bundan dolayıdır ki, Peygamber Efendimiz (asm)’den günümüze kadar ehil âlimler tarafından, Kur’ân-ı Kerim’in âyet ve kelimelerinden cifir ilmine göre bir takım tarihler çıkarıla gelmiş ve bazı hakikatlerin sırlarına bu yol ile ulaşılabilmiştir.Ancak, bu çalışmayı bu ilme vakıf ehliyetli ulemâ yapabilir. Yoksa, her önüne gelenin bu ilme göre tarih çıkarma girişiminde bulunmasının yanlış ve sıhhatsiz sonuçlara götüreceği açıktır.Meselâ, Osmanlı ulemâsından Molla Câmî, Sebe’ Sûresinin 15. Âyetinde geçen “beldetün tayyibetün” ibâresinden ebced hesabına göre hicrî 857, milâdî 1453 tarihini çıkarmış ve İstanbul’un Fethinin bu âyetle de müjdelendiğini haber vermiştir.1Meselâ, bir gün Yahûdî âlimlerinden bir kısmı Peygamber Efendimizin (asm) huzurunda Bakara Sûresinin ve Meryem Sûresinin başlarında bulunan şifreli harflerden cifir ilmine göre tarih çıkararak:“Yâ Muhammed! Senin ümmetinin müddeti az olacaktır!” demişlerdi.Allah Resûlü (asm) de sâir sûrelerin başlarında bulunan şifreli harfleri cifir ilmine göre yorumlayarak:“Az değil; daha var!” buyurdu.2Cifir ilminin Hazret-i Ali (ra), Hazret-i Cafer-i Sadık (ra), Muhyiddin-i Arabî (ra) gibi birçok İslâm ulemâsı ile birlikte asrımızda Üstad Bedîüzzaman (ra) tarafından da kullanıldığı ve muhtelif tarihlere, haberlere ve müjdelere işâret edildiği bilinmektedir.3Cifir ilminin tarih boyunca kullanıldığı ve Kur’ân’dan da bu ilme dayanarak bazı tarih, haber ve müjdelerin çıkarıldığı doğrudur; ancak bu ilim, gaybı yalnız ve yalnız Allah’ın bildiği; Allah bildirmediği takdirde hiçbir kulun gaybı bilemeyeceği hakikatine gölge düşürecek şekilde kullanılamaz, kullanılmamıştır ve kullanılması doğru da değildir. Gaybı ancak ve ancak Allah (cc) bilir. Allah (cc) bildirmediği sürece kul gaybı bilmez. Bedîüzzaman Hazretleri (ra) Kur’ân’dan bu çerçevede verdiği haberlerde, “Gaybı Allah’tan başka kimse bilmez!” hakîkatini hep hatırlatmış; “Gerçek ilim Allah katındaki ilimdir”4 âyetinin rehberliğinde yürümüştür.Netice olarak söylemeliyiz ki: Ebced hesabı geleceği keşfetmeye yeterli bir kaynak değildir. Gelecek Allah’ın ilminde, irâdesinde ve kudretindedir. Allah bildirmedikçe hiçbir kimse, hiçbir hesaplamayla yarının ne olacağı hakkında bir ön bilgiye veya tahmine sahip olamaz.Dipnotlar:1. Yazır M.H. Elmalılı Tefsiri, s. 39562. İbn-i Kesîr, Tefsîrü’l-Kur’ani’l-Azîm: 1/38; Tefsîrü’t-Taberî, 1/71-72; Suyûtî, ed-Dürrü’l-Mensûr, 2/22; Şuâlar, s. 613.3. Sikke-i Tasdik-i Gaybî, s. 63, 101, 1254. Ahkaf Sûresi: 23.Kaynak: Sorularla islamiyet
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classicfilmfan64 · 2 years ago
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A very interesting 56 min. long film. I just watched it. I've never seen another movie like it. Shot at night, on the streets of Hollywood, in lovely black and white. Made in 1953, it was banned, until 1955.
Internet Archive has it, with the original cut, of the film. Done in a very artsy style that I can see freaked audiences and reviewers out, in the 50s. No dialogue, just music, and sound effects.
'The strangest noir-esque film you've never seen... ever seen ~ Dementia (1955) Dementia is a 1955 American black-and-white experimental horror film produced, written, and directed by John Parker, and starring Adrienne Barrett and Bruno Ve Sota. The film, which contains no dialogue, follows a young woman's nightmarish experiences during a single night in Los Angeles's skid row.
Stylistically, it incorporates elements of horror, film noir, and expressionist film. Cast: Adrienne Barrett as the Gamine, Bruno Ve Sota as Rich Man, Ben Roseman as Law Enforcer / Father, Richard Barron as Evil One, Edward Hinkle as Butler, Lucille Howland as Mother, Jebbie Ve Sota as Flower Girl, Faith Parker as Nightclub Dancer, Gayne Sullivan as Wino, Shorty Rogers as Himself, Angelo Rossitto as Newsboy and Shelley Berman as Stoned Beatnik.'
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g1903k-blog · 5 years ago
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Hayranı Olacağınız 10 Parliament Sinema Kulübü Filmi
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Parliament Sinema Kulübü, 90'lı yılları çocuk veya genç olarak yaşamış herkes için apayrı bir yere sahiptir. Parliament Sinema Kulübünü Hatırlayalım...
Parliament Sinema Kulübü hangi yıllarda yayınlandı? Hangi kanalda gösterildi? Parliament Sinema Kulübü'nde hangi filmler yayınlandı?
Pazar gecelerinin vazgeçilmez sinema keyfi olan Parliament Sinema Kulübü, Star 1 ile hayatımıza girip geçen yıllarda Inter Star ve Star TV adlarını alan Uzan Ailesine ait farklı adlardaki aynı kanalda yayın kuşağı olarak sürdürülmüştü. 1992 yılında Sinema Kulübü adıyla yayına başlayan yayın kuşağına Parliament'in isim sponsoru olmasıyla adını hafızalara kazımış ve 90'lı yılların unutulmazları arasına girmişti. Parliament Sinema Kulübü, 1997 yılında tütün mamülü reklamı yapıldığı gerekçesiyle RTÜK kararıyla yayından kaldırılınca efsanenin adı Sinema Gecesi olarak değiştirilip yayın sürdürülmüştü... Zamanla yayın kuşağına karşı duyulan ilginin azalması ve televizyonda film yayınlamanın maliyetinin artmasıyla tamamen yayından kaldırılmıştı. Star Tv'nin Doğuş Grubu tarafından satın alınmasıyla nostalji olarak yeniden yanına alınan sinema kuşağı 32 haftalık gösterimin ardından yeniden bizlere veda etmişti ancak hiçbir zaman Parliament Sinema Kulübü'nün o 90'lı yıllardaki tadını verememişti... Pazar gecelerinin vazgeçilmesi olan ve 7'den 70'e herkes için büyük keyif olan Parliament Sinema Kulübü ilk olarak 2 Şubat 1992'de Batman filmini yayınlamıştı... Devamında Polis Akademisi, Mad Max, Gandhi, Geleceğe Dönüş, Hayalet Avcıları, Kedi Kız, İkiz Kan gibi filmlerin de dahil olduğu yüzlerce filmi izleyiciyle buluşturmuştu. FilmOku.Com olarak, tavsiye film arayışında olanlar için Parliament Sinema Kulübünde yayınlanmış yüzlerce film arasından en iyi IMDb puanına ve en iyi Rotten Tomatoes değerlendirmesine sahip filmleri sizler için listeledik. Karşılaşacağınız tüm film öneri listeleri arasında en nostaljik ve en özel olanına hazır olun.
İşte karşınızda Hayranı Olacağınız 10 Parliament Sinema Kulübü Filmi!
1- Batman (1989) 1- 1- Batman Dönüyor (1992) 2- Mad Max 3 (1985) 3- Gandhi (1982) 4- Geleceğe Dönüş 2 (1989) 4- 1- Geleceğe Dönüş 3 (1990) 5- Rüya Takımı (1989) 6- Hayalet Avcıları 2 (1989) 7- Yaralı Yüz (1983) 8- Cehennem Silahı 3 (1992) 9- Teldeki Kuş (1990) 10- Sıkı Dostlar (1990)
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Ve yayınlanma tarihleriyle sıralanmış Parliament sinema kulübünde yayınlanan filmler listesini, baş rollerindeki oyuncularıyla birlikte altta bulabilirsiniz... İyi seyirler dileriz. 1-Batman (1989) Michael Keaton, Jack Nicholson, Kim Basinger 2-Polis Akademisi 5 (1988) Bubba Smith, George Gaynes, G.W. Banley 3-Vahşi Arılar (1978) Michael Caine, Katharine Ross, Richard Widmark 4-Aile Aranıyor (1989) Glenn Close, James Woods 5-Mad Max 3 (1985) Mel Gibson, Tina Turner, Angelo Rossito 6-Firefox Harekatı (1982) Clint Eastwood, Freddie Jones 7-Maxie (1985) Glenn Close, Mandy Patinkin 8-Micki + Maude (1984) Dudley Moore, Amy Irving, Ann Reeking 9-Gerçek Adalet (1989) James Woods, Robert Downey, Jr. 10-Gandhi (1982) Ben Kingsley, Candice Bergen, Martin Sheen 11-Ölüler Giyinmez (1982) Steve Martin, Rachel Ward 12-Bizim Gibi Casuslar (1985) Chevy Chase, Dan Aykroyd, Steve Forrest, Donna Dixon 13-Geceyarısı Av (1988) Robert de Niro, Charles Grodin, Yaphet Kotto 14-İkizler (1988) Arnold Schwarzenegger, Danny DeVito 15-Geleceğe Dönüş 2 (1989) Michael J. Fox, Christopher Lloyd, Lea Thompson 16-Muhteşem Manzara (1984) Jamie Lee Curtis, Patrick Swayze 17-K-9 (1989) Jim Beiushi, Mel Harris 18-Nehir (1984) Sissy Spacek, Mel Gibson 19-Ejderin Yılı (1985) Mickey Rouke, John Lone 20-Wanda Adında Bir Balık (1988) Jamie Lee Curtis, Kevin Kline 21-Nikita (1990) Anne Parillaud, Jean-Hugues Anglade, Tcheky Karyo 22-Cookie (1989) Peter Falk, Dianne Wiest, Jerry Lewis 23-Ay Çarpması (1987) Cher, Nicolas Cage, Olympia Dukakis 24-Derinlik Sarhoşluğu (1988) Rosanna Arquette, Jean Marc Barr 25-Özgürlük Çığlığı (1987) Kevin Kline, Penelope Wilton 26-Meraklı Komşular (1989) Tom Hanks, Bruce Dern 27-Rüya Takımı (1989) Michael Keaton, Christopher Lloyd, Peter Boyle, Stephen Furst 28-Şehin Parlak Işıkları (1988) Michael J. Fox, Kiefer Sutherland 29-10 (1979) Bo Derek, Dudley Moore, Julie Andrews 30-Aşk Denizi (1989) Al Pacino, Ellen Barkin 31-9½ Hafta (1986) Mickey Rouke, Kim Basinger 32-Parador Üstünde Ay (1988) Richard Dreyfuss, Sonia Braga 33-Madencinin Kızı (1980) Sissy Spacek, Tommy Lee Jones 34-Sınır (1982) Jack Nicholson, Harvey Keitel 35-Bıçak Sırtı (1982) Harrison Ford, Rutger Hauer, Sean Young 36-Kazara Turist (1988) William Hurt, Kathleen Turner, Geena Davis 37-Daima (1989) Richard Dreyfuss, Holly Hunter, Audrey Hepburn 38-Ölüm Tarlaları (1984) Sam Waterson, Haling S. Ngor, John Malkovich 39-Kaçık (1987) Richard Dreyfuss, Barbara Streisand 40-İçimde Biri Var (1987) Dennis Quaid, Martin Short 41-Hayalet Avcıları 2 (1989) Bill Murray, Dan Aykroyd, Sigourney Weaver 42-Doğruyu Seç (1989) Danny Aiello, Ossie Davis 43-Kedi Kız (1982) Nastassja Kinski, Malcolm McDowell 44-Yaralı Yüz (1983) Al Pacino, Michelle Pfeiffer 45-Sıcak Vücutlar (1981) William Hurt, Kathleen Turner 46-Kasabanın Cadıları (1987) Jack Nicholson, Cher, Michelle Pfeiffer, Susan Sarandon 47-Güverte (1987) Goldie Hawn, Kurt Russell 48-Fotomodel (1983) Nastassja Kinski, Rudolf Nureyev 49-Altın Göl (1981) Henry Fonda, Jane Fonda, Peter Fonda 50-Yarasa*21 (1988) Gene Hackman, Danny Glover 51-Vahşi Orkide (1990) Mickey Rourke, Jacqueline Bisset 52-Eskisi Gibi (1980) Goldie Hawn, Chevy Chase 53-Bir Yaz Gecesi Seks Komedisi (1982) Woody Allen, Mia Farrow 54-Evine Hoşgeldin, Roxy! (1990) Winona Rider, Jeff Daniels 55-Güzel Hayalet (1988) Daryl Hannah, Peter O'Toole 56-İş Başında (1990) Charlie Sheen, Emilio Estevez 57-İkiz Kan (1991) Jean-Claude Van Damme 58-Makas (1991) Sharon Stone, Steve Railsback 59-Paramparça (1991) Tom Berenger, Bob Hoskins, Greta Scacchi 60-Cadılar (1990) Anjelica Huston, Mai Zetterling 61-Neden Ben? (1990) Christopher Lambert, Kim Greist 62-Kickboxer 2 (1991) Sasha Mitchell, Peter Boyle 63-Vahşi Orkide 2 (1991) Nina Siemaszko, Wendy Hughes, Tom Skerritt 64-Çapraz Ateş (1991) Dennis Hooper 65-Öldüren Ateş (1991) Armand Assante 66-Venüs'te Buluşma (1990) Glenn Close, Niels Arestrup 67-Zehirli Sokaklar (1991) Wesley Snipes, Chris Rock 68-Vahşi Denizde Savaş (1992) Robert Urich, Ali MacGraw 69-Oxford Blues (1984) Rob Lowe, Ally Sheedy 70-Bahara Kadar Bekle, Bandini (1989) Joe Mantegna 71-Gremlinler 2 (1990) Zach Galligan, Phoebe Cates 72-Büyük Hesaplaşma (1990) Ray Sharkey 73-Gizli Enerji (1987) Hume Cronyn, Jessica Tandy 74-Karanlık Adam (1990) Liam Neeson, Frances McDormand 75-Hassas Yavru (1990) Johnny Depp, Amy Locane 76-Karanlık Melek (1990) Dolph Lundgren, Brian Benben 77-Kral Ralph (1991) John Goodman, Peter O'Toole 78-Kayıp (1982) Jack Lemmon, Sissy Spacek 79-Beyzbol Delisi (1992) Tom Selleck, Ken Takakura 80-Batman Dönüyor (1992) Michael Keaton, Danny DeVito, Michelle Pfeiffer 81-JFK: Kapanmayan Dosya (1991) Kevin Costner 82-Orman Ateşi (1991) Nastassja Kinski, Rudolf Nureyev 83-Postacı Kapıyı İki Kere Çalar (1981) Jack Nicholson, Jessica Lange 84-Başkalarının Parası (1991) Danny DeVito, Gregory Peck 85-Belalılar 2 (1983) Jackie Gleason, Mac Davis 86-Sapık 4: Başlangıç (1990) Anthony Perkins 87-İnsan Gibi Yaşa (1983) Sean Connery, Kim Basinger 88-Görünmez Adamın Maceraları (1992) Chevy Chase, Daryl Hannah 89-İntikam Meleği (1989) Richard Young, Ben Cross 90-Sonsuz Kaçış (1992) Michael Oberlander, Richard Sporn 91-Son İzci (1991) Bruce Willis, Damon Wayans 92-Dolunay (1993) Mario Van Peebles 93-Yaşamak İçin Öldür (1994) Jeff Wincott, Michael Ironside 94-Cehennem Silahı 3 (1992) Mel Gibson, Danny Glover, Joe Pesci 95-Geleceğe Dönüş 3 (1990) Michael J. Fox, Christopher Lloyd, Lea Thompson 96-Malcolm X (1992) Denzel Washington, Angela Bassett 97-Lady Dragon (1992) Cynthia Rothrock, Richard Norton 98-New York Polisi (1993) Chad McQueen, Mia Sorvino 99-Yakuza Savaşçıları (1991) Brandon Lee 100-Doğum Günü Dört Temmuz (1989) Tom Cruise 101-Teldeki Kuş (1990) Mel Gibson, Goldie Hawn 102-Cyborg Cop 2 (1994) David Bradley, Morgan Hunter 103-Kickboxer (1989) Jean-Claude Van Damme 104-Af Yok (1986) Richard Gere, Kim Basinger 105-Dehşet Tuzağı (1994) Jerry Trimble 106-Süper Çocuk 2 (1994) Stephen Furst, Ted Jan Roberts 107-Sıkı Dostlar (1990) Robert de Niro, Joe Pesci, Ray Lilotta 108-Kobra Harekatı (1994) Todd Jensen, Frank Zagarino 109-Düşler (1990) Akira Terao, Martin Scorsese 110-Ay Harekatı (1994) Michael Paré, Billy Drago 111-Kickboxer 5 (1994) Mark Dacascos 112-Havana (1990) Robert Redford, Lena Olin 113-Malice (1993) Alec Baldwin, Nicole Kidman 114-Cyberjack (1994) Michael Dudikoff Read the full article
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manualstogo · 5 years ago
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For just $3.99 Released on December 22, 1955: This avante guarde independent film follows a day in the life of a young insane girl without one word of dialogue or text. Genre: Film-Noir Duration: 1h 1min Director: John Parker Actors: Adrienne Barrett (the Gamine), Ed McMahon (the narrator), Shelley Berman (the stoned beatnik), Bruno VeSota (the rich man), Ben Roseman (Gamine's Father, and plainclothes cop), Richard Barron (the evil one), Ed Hinkle (the butler), Lucille Rowland (Gamine's mother), Jebbie VeSota (the flower girl), Faith Parker (the nightclub dancer), Gayne Sullivan (wino), Shorty Rogers (jazz musician), Jonathan Haze, Angelo Rossitto (newsboy) *** This item will be supplied on a quality disc and will be sent in a sleeve that is designed for posting CD's DVDs *** This item will be sent by 1st class post for quick delivery. Should you not receive your item within 12 working days of making payment, please contact me so we can solve this or any other questions. Note: All my products are either my own work, licensed to me directly or supplied to me under a GPL/GNU License. No Trademarks, copyrights or rules have been violated by this item. This product complies with rules on compilations, international media, and downloadable media. All items are supplied on CD or DVD.
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notesonfilm1 · 4 years ago
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A sad and melancholic noir, imbued with sadness, about all the grey areas of feeling, and set in the dark netherworld of LA crime, prostitution, go-go bars, stag flicks. A girl washes up on shore, the verdict is suicide, the father (Ben Johnson) doesn’t accept it and starts investigating on his own. Lt. Philip Gaynes (Burt Reynolds), the police investigator assigned to the case,  is living with Nicole (Catherine Deneuve), who’s a hooker. Their relationship starts as playful and satisfying but Burt begins to have visions of her with other men and can’t stand it. But will he commit, does he love her? We only find out when it’s too late.
Hustle is  fascinating film, a real Watergate film with the US seen as Guatemala with colour television, where somebodies get off scott-free with the worst crimes and nobodies can’t get their day in court. There are aspects of this film that resurface in better known 70s neo-noirs by younger directors like Hardcore (Paul Schrader, 1979) and Taxi Driver (Martin Scorsese, 1976). An unjustly neglected film, by the director of some key films in the genre such as Kiss Me Deadly (1955) and The Big Knife (1955), with Burt Reynolds as his most charming and playful; Catherine Deneuve beautiful and with a languid common sense to the ugly realities of life; and Eileen Brennan, who in the movies always seemed bruised by life. Reynolds and Paul Winfield look smashing and have excellent chemistry, though in their shots together one does notice the technology blotting out Winfield’s presence with the light positively bouncing off Reynolds’ skin.
The film is a real noir in the classic vein: the shadows, the bars, the underworld, the complex feelings. Aldrich beautifully conveys all of this in a film where every colour and every angle seems purposeful; and yet the film lacks a central drive, a desire, unless one counts that for the past. It’s imbued with a nostalgia: for Italy, for film stars, for movies and music of the past, for the thirties, for the type of love that exists only in movies like  Lelouche’s A Man and a Woman; for a sense of fair play that the film claims no longer exists, it’s like a cloud of feeling where happiness was once possible but no longer is. The film’s Spanish title, Destino Fatal/ Fatal Destiny better describes the film than Hustle. Everyone in the film is hustling, but against the odds and with a deck stacked against them.
Pauline Kael in her New Yorker review found it too pulpy and in its own way amoral, a liberal equivalent of Dirty Harry, with the added sin of wallowing in Weltschmerz, a feeling of deep sadness and world-wearyness that arises out of being too aware of evil, suffering and injustice and that one accepts as one’s portion in life. Kael damns the whole film as an excuse for ‘philosophy sweetened by sex’. She’s not wrong. But those elements are in fact what I most loved about the film.
The faults and virtues in each of those positions can be teased out of this scene:
which a propos of nothing reminded me of this ferocious version of the song by Lena Horne:
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    Hustle (Robert Aldrich, USA, 1975) A sad and melancholic noir, imbued with sadness, about all the grey areas of feeling, and set in the dark netherworld of LA crime, prostitution, go-go bars, stag flicks.
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libidomechanica · 3 years ago
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“I walked world such could my heart, which earthly hew”
I walked world such could my heart, which earthly hew,   that old subdued to Jove!   Stretch of my cruell, were all the windlas so goods; fixed the king a walks in Battled Throne was the bitter the doth say, then gave no sun, moons towards of glowing there appear, and around;   in which ye hill once morning th vtmost fayre at a sent highway she; and��ensign power trodden treason fresh, the next of gracious prayers; sees to proud loue, and could terrible he resembling Samson with teach liue, and follow, but Phemies content, so kind. Oer three    took his compare,   that is cruell the uneard   to eat and eke need your hopes a man wing   in the lived that he found; her fayre a mass of Royal Throne, am bereft from the held each musico is not on haue thy death torches but at her human kill? A smiles and gay, by the store: o cod short-jointly Pimps forged her flowers, and counters gaze vpon the air   such wretch when their crippling as spear-grass by the widow.
Sweet among again woe, as ony luve with fancies vayne I should and teach the Godhead Uranian Venus ceston eye still, so far, to moue him blaze forth again?
“Fie, forsakes the made the Plot, that may pitie claim, again is a long   it fair. The Goal of solemn, proclaim a chaind with a gray,   for as she bear; he strive the rose it lies and she doors vnto Gillyflower, tempt the loving shook upon the could Colin my lips do twining, and ben; Blythe and so gay, a marble.
‘And to refermenteth?’ And with unquiet with him far as he kite that made this face   fades,     ten for so deleter; so heart, who heauens congeald by her moue the tiny made them in the purer pass.
For she told, shaking, dying youth whose were tempt. You had that cocked with teach that the mysterile be for your fancy ‘falls   slim she season or will vow,   with a nobly does not love               and on the Berkshire holy back, then death   is full verses sae sweet a play with flute stars were God-like, you know these is succeed; david, unblessed from the glance where was open ground were gold-haired with chafes held his boundation should believd your she last caughty Pharoahs old; and in spoken if you had joind word these their surfaces of friend!   and that hast thou greaten by who came that come   Artifice:
   An I saw them. where Crime it from the jewels of wild fro shew of a truck my fears will gloom which my heare all my would learn my Foes unswayd, or by them like those were, and fashion toothd his Toyls shalt gayne town an air:
“and myrth torch with such a flames were thou hast night   the whole neer head, cold, he happy purer sight, hissing revolt doth spades my launchewd such a signet gem, ‘all his Cellars of her prayse. Amongst us now fulwell, the Number fathom without and me, Love letters false better blessing he left to remove;’ I cry rings in corner,” opes shafts, his past him blaze for kind, and which familiar Arts, her lonely tale, not express here:   for a mortal chance to let me giue lyke as they had nothing in
I wish those eyes the which you will regard to me hermitted, since, for then glorious arts wounding pass that to give us up, she well, which my palms, I lover, and the riversal death work had been, sweet and their Care: but almost assay,   which bounded?’”
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Netflix her zaman olduğu gibi Nisan ayında da dopdolu geliyor. Yayın servisine bir çok yeni dizi, film ve belgesel eklenecek. Nisan ayının en iyi filmlerini ve dizilerini sizler için derledik.
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CHİLLİNG ADVENTURES OF SABRINA – 2. KISIM
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QUICKSAND 
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HUGE IN FRANCE
Ünlü komedyen Gad Elmaleh oğluyla tekrar bağ kurmak i̇çi̇n Los Angeles’a taşınır. Ama Fransa’dan farklo olarak burada şöhreti̇n avantajları olmadan yaşamayı öğrenmelidir. 12/04/19
BLACK SUMMER
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RUPAUL’S DRAG RACE UNTUCKED!
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Someone Great
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Music Teacher
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Unicorn Store
Sanat okulundan ayrılan ve tekdüze bir ofis işinde çalışan uçarı bir ressama, bir tek boynuzlu ata sahip olma hayalini gerçekleştirme fırsatı verilir. 19/4/2019
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Our Planet
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Brené Brown: The Call to Courage
Canlı çekilen bu performansta Brené Brown, kendisini dinleyenlere cesaret ve özgüven aşılıyor. 5/4/2019
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‘Superstore’ Actress Lauren Ash Talks Pregnancy Bellies and Writing Jokes for Sandra (Exclusive)
On NBC’s Superstore, nearing the end of its third season, Canadian actress Lauren Ash plays the overly stern, hilariously blunt assistant manager of Cloud 9, Dina Fox. She’s brash. She’s confident. She’s unapologetic. It’s a role, Ash tells ET, that she was meant to play.
When she first read the script during pilot season, the actress, who previously starred on Super Fun Night opposite Rebel Wilson, immediately connected with Dina. It was very similar to a character that she created years prior at Second City in Toronto. “It was exciting for me, because I know no one else can do this part as well as I do,” Ash says. “Normally I’m not that cocky, but I knew this was my part and I was going to play it.” Four auditions later, it was hers.
Now, over the course of the series, Dina has become more than a sketch character, showing signs of humanity and empathy for her co-workers, particularly her boss, Glenn Sturgis (Mark McKinney), with whom she negotiates to become his and his wife’s surrogate. She still has plenty of uncomfortable quirks -- there’s no shortage of Dina yelling at Sandra (Kaliko Kauahi) to shut up -- but “she’s obviously not a sociopath,” Ash says. “That’s something that’s been really cool to explore in season three.”
And like her co-stars, America Ferrera and Ben Feldman, Ash has expanded her role on the show behind the screen. While Ferrera and Feldman have been stepping behind the camera, making their directorial debuts on Superstore, Ash asked creator Justin Spitzer if she could write an episode for season three. While she’s never written for American television, Ash does have a background in writing, scripting episodes of the Canadian miniseries Trashy Affair. “I just put my hat in the ring,” she says, revealing that she found out shortly before Christmas that she would get to jump into the writers’ room near the end of the season.
Her episode, “Gender Reveal,” which airs Thursday night, will dive deeper into Dina’s pregnancy. “We see her coming to terms with what she signed up for,” Ash says as Dina deals with the changes to her body and her relationship with Glenn. “I think people are going to love the journey we take them on.”
It marks the first time one of the show’s series regulars scripted an episode of the show. “It just really feels like we’re all collaborating and creating this thing together,” Ash says of being able to step in the writers’ room while her co-stars have had opportunities to direct. “It doesn’t feel to me like there’s a lot of ego. It’s like, ‘Let’s make the funniest thing we can.’”
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America Ferrera and Lauren Ash on the set of "Superstore."
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Being the writer of the episode also meant that Ash was on set every day, which allowed her to write and improvise specific jokes for her co-stars. “Normally on the show, I only get to improvise for myself. But when I was a writer, I got to improvise for everybody,” she explains, revealing that some of her favorite lines are the ones she wrote for Kauahi. “She delivered them exactly how I heard in my head and it was so funny.”
While audiences won’t get to see Dina’s baby by the end of the season, Ash has no problem spending more time in the pregnancy suit when the show returns for season four. “You never have to worry about if you look bloated or not,” she jokes, while adding that it was fun to compare her fake pregnancy belly with Ferrera’s real one. (The actress revealed she was pregnant at the beginning of the year.)
“She’s so cute. She goes home on a Friday and comes in on a Monday, and I’m like, ‘You look like you popped even further,’” Ash gushes. “It’s been so adorable to watch her adorable belly pop out. It’s such an exciting time.”
Superstore airs Thursdays at 8 p.m. ET on NBC.
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libidomechanica · 6 years ago
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Untitled Poem # 5028
At her hats. But onely taduance thou, the way mon elles, biknowe yow, knyȝt kowarde þe schal be lost in my sorrows in youth, angels do reioyce. As I am tan inne, iwysse, quoþ þat oþer wer gets to my place for meruayl bi mount þertylle; wyth þe arsounez; and servèd me with solace honde bifore you think of linden boþe his corsour, braydez out þe haþel and hast look at least are the left me in þe grene in the spot away, come, for me by moonlight; when it would so much ioyes I shall, and I defaced. But something eyes are the other delight. And your pleasant shows so muddy pond of the slode, sleep their eternal loveliness, or a tear, or is it teeth gleams— in which doth thus vse the story as it yesterday? Stellas selfe did creatures false borrow’d rocks once-a- boy pilfering sweet self find him al roghe bi þe morn; I earth and hit a fest ful swyþe, gedered on the runour flies, let him swear the sea growling floods, and cryed, Haden honoured out of you stripped grave eyes with Barsabe, þat ferlyly he saucepan share I feed a ful loþe be more doth short-number’d hours, and þe hors swete, felle hym vp and some other Lippo! Nor do aspire to beholde, ne such as dared to me, I cannot die so. Appeare in bear all arounde Table, and we schyre knitten; syþen rich breþer, with lichens to the lips the rubies, pearls are better after a day, þe gurdel þat is it true spiral of liberty. I do not lament is very sacrifice, as Rainebowe best bury you, who turns in renoun, remora. Clepes to confessioned watz and doors being downe to subsist; till I gaze on a launde ȝederly, hurt so unprovident; for the paper animal pass beyond, a garysoun tyme þe lorde; þe last arayed for judgment of love in longynge þay laȝe and unlearn its love: that’s it all of men I live, and gleams— in what I do speak, what any thorny point it bless tribes: and I gif þe, hence before than a two years alone, where from the learned pulled ouergrowen; my spark should, thoughts, and someone step beyond, a garden of an Alien Shah Your desire wel bisemed, ful gayn. whose view, they lie still unexcavated honours, quoþ Gawayn ful clene, changed for euer, his brown domes beauteous and harbors me Han aunter being breeze in your pinky rings; abof a life look at lines all men’s ‘No. (and make a littel dyn at his hed cast, when the very essence as i know,’ and the samen þe gome þat I laȝt a lace lappez a lyttel, sir, who builds up his hands she best pastured to thee. And love-sick eye, round her; and ferk on þe steropes þat he myȝt of Morgne la Faye, þat oþer in no syngne dame, too, the sparkling glow; now bene the bed. The loueloker knyȝtez bilyue, smelling pride, and walls a blank sadel sette, Holy frankincense did not boast that he haf seten by thee, ‘Give me your Mistress, Alle þe burden, care. and your eye— ‘tell you and dress’d up for if þe ȝonder your head,’ the languishment inne with lede with a mynt one, þe lorde of gelt, embost with mony iapez, til þou me, lef hit watz wylde, he ground; and the deer’ from wife, love is that my doors ago when loude þat I call: “Where are not gete. If you can’t fare, and the wide desert be tongue, to view the dark as your hat, the pomp to fly with the griefs to mach, for schame! Left them from the lawn,) the bourdyng þay bayþe hit watz acorded þe reuerence founden boþe bit of colours that shape in yowre borne on doser to mwe vtter, and fool, who sang to a bryȝt, redly I wol þe as ȝe haf ben þen breckan, wi twa white and þat hit holdely watz disport I sought forth hyȝe and þat such a Solitudes and that the church on that!”
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libidomechanica · 4 years ago
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To wone any quyle þe worlds fresh the hall
To wone any quyle þe worlds fresh the  hall; and lonely, vigorous, sinking  doleful cry? Wheþer hade ben soiourned sadly;  sele yow lyst for the lie 
to my contentment with syȝt  er he myȝt. Nif Maré of hir knyȝt aȝte, a  hoge a hundreds breathe  destroy their sweet smooth dark window a funnel  of yellow lines, eating head like that  art not Gawayn hatz ben my gest at Goddez  blessyng, and glad. Þay stoken in stormy 
air. Out through wood and þe gayne þow me  gef, as if once might for you  miss, or those velvet patches grace,  knowing your prys—hit were; if I could  have climbd at dawn and still, the hart,  hind, and leuez þe knyȝt bidez ful stif to  steel and ryȝt bifore stod he nome,  as hit be sothe þat waste, þe wort þat 
watz stad, his þro þoȝt ellez; and þerfore 
and no Serpent to behold the  Russian army upon them, so  swept her on her feet where their  eyes were neuer in no syde, þat chek  so ȝe acheue chaunce so deep is pure. Oh, weep again! “ Dere dalyaunce vpon vche pece, kneled  doun bifore prys, bayed þayr rachchez, Halched ful  fayre, wypped ful ofte. ledes hym bysyde; he  lyȝt, and alle þe iles off, for  thus to wound, all ghastly death! Pyched 
on þe endelez; and Englych hit  is þe ryche,” þis ax, þat ilke: þat I swere  þe felaȝschip þat he forst from hells pollution.  Sir Doddinaual de Sauage, þe  duk of Clarence, Launcelot, and with 
his muckel þat my legs and  arms within the sad family  of Hector, for this  gave guesses, and I do love.
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