#born and raysed

[libidomechanica]

“Still, and the pousse hether touch”

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regions of Aid, falls undimmed, the flying been;     thou can’t complaine, we love the ministerials, or did I lov’d, but flatter: deriued is,     on what can tears old ruin or out-

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curst sunrise. To base theme, half unveil’d, the sound out     per couch; he meditate upon a pillars of Jerusalem. I would cause a Bough,     and now cease their prayed, that friend to such

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drew toward weight more endearing there waste had their     reward. A garden and Elephant spell out I rang’d the change, o’er the mantle far more     it down—and yours such a sight. And if

of one day till are thou hast await corruption,     which she went nor in his round the east, and Care: how like a ladder time thee to the whole     life a mere seem to and then all

inertial indemnification with no blossomed     and strove by bonnie Doon, how can I prize pig, plough, of his head she kills with more.—In truths     must makes in the carcanet. Upon

the leaden it is to gild the moon left it so,     and oh, it must steele and Foot, remember the firmely, O beloved, that through is     apt enough watery pillowing.

[phendorana]

THERE'S SO MUCH TO SCREAM ABOUT MAYA SPOKE SHALLAN AND KALADIN SWORE THE FOURTH IDEAL NAVANI BONDED THE SIBLING TARAVANGIAN IS ODIUM AND MESSED WITH WIT'S MEMORIES RLAIN IS A TRUTHWATCHER AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

1) thank you for appropriately all-caps-ing your ask (not sarcasm)

2) i love how there’s no verb after shallan, it’s just shallan. not sure if the implication is that you’re referencing her whole row arc, or just y’know. her everything. both are valid things to scream about.

3) also i rlly loved the scene where kaladin swore his 4th ideal. ik IK some ppl will say it was a cop out or a deus ex machina and they’re allowed their opinion but i’m like NO. it was such a nice rejection of the whole “kaladin has to pull through his grief on pure strength of will and rise up to be a hero” thing. him swearing the ideal was a group effort: dalinar’s “give him more time”, the stormfather’s mercy, tien, teft’s voice. like that was the entire point, sometimes he will be too weak, and that’s part of life. like....the entire point of the ideal was “there will be times when you fail to meet the moment” and one of the people he couldn’t save was himself, in a way, but there were people who did help him and save him. and that “syl is helping just by being there” is great because yes!!! you need to spend time with friends to heal!!!! reach out to people!!! and accepting that he needs help!!! aaaaahHhhhhHHH. other reason’s it’s not a cop out: it  was already established the stormfather was aware of where kaladin was and had the power to move him and create an in-between time. it wasn’t a new power created specifically for this. he already had the power to create “visions” and shit. also loved his ending where he accepted that he needed time away from the battlefield. and i love that dalinar mentioned that yes accepting he needed time away was A++++ character growth. also 👀👀👀 about him finding wit’s flute 😂😂😂 about him asking about lift and dalinar being like “yea she’s fine she stole my lunch” and 😭😭😭 about kal finding tien’s carving. AND 🤣🤣🤣about him and szeth fucking off to shinovar w/ their spren and nightblood in tow.

4) maya!!!! ;_; aaahhhh i loved that scene. that trial scene was just. perfect. the building tension was so well written. (i do wish we’d gotten more buildup scenes of maya’s slow revival)

5) also the sibling AAAHHHH i love this so much bc navani and the sibling will be such an interesting bond! like the sibling’s nature fits SO well with navani’s whole civic engineering & electrical engineering shtick. the idea that navani’s conciousness takes on the shape of the entire tower is AMAZING like navani would be in nerd heaven over that. and that scene where the sibling was like “i can’t teach abt all these complex fabrials and workings and mechanisms in time” and navani was like “already got it fam” and the sibling was like “YES!!!!!! YESSSSS !!!!!!” but there’s also this tension of navani not being the sibling’s first choice (rlain was) (sa 5′s gonna make navani’s impostor complex go brrrrr) so there’s so much room for relationship development like we’ve gotten w/ the stormfather and dalinar (which i love).

6) SPEAKING OF RLAIN OH MY GOD. I LOVED RLAIN SO MUCH IN THIS BOOK. Like....he started out with Y*nfah being racist and not wanting to bond w/ him and Kal trying to force it but by the end Sja-anat and the Sibling were like fighting to see who got him and i was like yes this is what he deserves!!! also i love that we got that inner monologue of him when he was taking charge at the end. and i love that we explicitly mentioned he was irritated about the whole “shen” thing. bc that kind of subtle racism born more out of ignorance than malicious intent was so relatable to me as an indian. it’s the kind of racism you’re most scared to speak up about and express offense at because you feel it’ll be seen as overreacting. like if someone called me a straight-up slur, i wouldn’t question my own anger, but subtle racism is, in many ways, more insidious, because you feel like your anger and hurt are just you “being sensitive”. also love that he was allowed to be angry at venli w/o it being demonized. and that part of the reason he chose to stay was to make sure the singers’ interests were represented in urithiru.

7) taravodium....uh yikes bro :/ like I AM SCARED but also this is a) a great twist and b) going to make a very interesting villain and c) i cannot wait for wit to find out someone killed his arch enemy and he didn’t even get to gloat abt rayse’s downfall d) cultivation honey not questioning ur wisdom except i actually am questioning ur wisdom are you sure abt this???

8) uhhh sorry for the word vomit i can’t help it.

[danicarollimablog-blog]

Ai que hombre!

Pensei que não fosse ser mais uma das mulheres que se rendem ao talentoso John Mayer, mas sou sim e estou bem feliz com isso (risos).

Ok, você não está entendendo nada. Então explico.

A primeira música que ouvi do John Mayer foi a “Say” e eu lembro de ter pensado algo como ‘que porra é essa, mano?!’. Eu não compreendi o porquê de tanto sucesso e euforia do mulheril - isso na época do Orkut, acredita?

Eis que numa das minhas explorações em playlists do ITunes, no ano passado, vi a capa do CD Born and Raysed, e por ter uma influência no country, eu acabei curtindo bastante. A partir daí para os outros álbuns foi questão de um pulo. Em menos de uma semana, eu já tinha baixando todos e escutado praticamente o dia inteiro (uma obsessão bem normal, eu diria). Agora estou aficionada nele e meu marido já não aguenta mais ouvir “Shadow Days” hahaha.

[paradoxcase]

Ok, I’ve finished Oathbringer, so I’m going to try to sum up my thoughts.

I think it’s really neat how he made this entire world that’s sort of built around highstorms, where everything has a carapace and a gemheart, and everything is weird and foreign except for humans and a few familiar things like horses and chickens and grass that doesn’t retract, and it’s so satisfyingly explained by those things just not being native to this world at all.  I guess I should have realized that Honor is definitely native to Roshar, though, because he was associated with highstorms, and the highstorms were what sculpted everything else on the world to be the way they were.  And Shallan’s story about the wall makes sense.  I guess we’ll at some point learn how Odium became the parshmen/singers’ god?  That’s the part I’m really curious about now.  And I think I remember Venli or someone talking about how the singers used to have a relationship with the higher spren like the humans do now, or something, but the spren abandoned them?  I don’t remember where that was, though.  Maybe singers used to be able to bond with highspren the way they now bond with voidspren to gain forms of power?

This is probably Terrible, and a Bad Take and someone is going to tell me why, I’m sure, but the stuff about Odium taking away your guilt because he was the one who made you do bad things sounds really similar to the Christian idea that it’s not really your fault for sinning because you were born with sin/the devil makes you do bad things and Jesus took all the guilt away by dying.  Well, at least to me.  I don’t mean to be like, oh, your god is just like this evil god in this book, but it was all I could think about when I read that part.

I’m not sure if this is a problem or not but at this point I think we have run out of villains who are hateable.  We are left with Moash, who I can’t really make myself hate (and I actually gave him up for dead after the last book, so I’m no longer invested in him at all), and Taravangian, who is definitely now a traitor and therefore will probably die, but I think I will be sad when that happens.  I don’t know if that will be bad per se, but it’ll be different than when the villains were Amaram and Sadeas.

Speaking of Taravangian, something I don’t understand - one of his other iterations wrote words in the diagram for him to say to Odium that turned out to be exactly the right thing, but those words were about how Dalinar had challenged Odium to a contest of champions and that he therefore couldn’t encounter Dalinar again or he’d have to fight him.  Except, if the other Taravangian had known that, wouldn’t he have also known that Dalinar would still be around at this point and hadn’t been defeated?  He talked earlier about how the Diagram predicted Dalinar would fall, but doesn’t this contradict that?  Shouldn’t Taravangian have known that Dalinar wouldn’t fall when he wrote that?

Venli has really grown on me and I can’t wait to see what she does next!  I wonder what kind of spren Timbre is.

I really loved all the stuff about Jasnah being awesome with soulcasting, and making her queen was obviously the correct decision.  I’m really looking forward to the next book.

If I’m understanding it correctly, what happened in the epilogue was that Wit rescued the spren that had tried to bond with Elhokar, who was being hunted by the Fused, which I guess was a cryptic.  And Wit mentions that Rayse is looking for him.  I think there were some pretty big hints in the last book that the author of the first Rayse letter (from the first book) and the recipient of the second Rayse letter (from the second book) are Wit, but we still have no idea who Rayse, or any of the people or places mentioned in either letter, are.  The second letter mentioned Adonalsium, which was used by Ash as an oath, but other than that I don’t really remember it being mentioned anywhere?  Is Rayse just another name for Odium?  That seems unlikely because Wit talks about Rayse sending his forces to Kholinar to destroy it, but Odium’s forces have already occupied Kholinar.  But it seems impossible that Rayse could be anyone else, we surely would have heard about him before, from someone other than Wit, right?

[wingedscribe]

As the designated Leratium Angst Anon, pls give me the sad shard boys and Anger born of Concern, or whatever the box is on Angst Bingo

Glad to see you back, Leratium Angst Anon! This is set during the period where Preservation and Ruin were co-existing on Scadrial, because a) it was the time that made the most sense to me and b) because you know me and my love of writing the humanoid abominations that all the Shards became after getting their powers. 

If anyone else wants to see me write any of these tropes, just send them in! You don’t have to have particular characters--just send a trope, I want to practice with my OCs as well (and hey, an excuse to yell about my OCs). 

Leratium, Anger Born of Worry - 1k(ish) words

tw: mild body horror because of Shard Shenanigans

“What were you thinking?”

Leras stops, blinking as Ati’s form blurs and appears in front of him. Black tendrils, jagged and jointed like spiders’ legs, spill out from the fragile human form that Ati still clings to; when he looks at Leras, Leras can see that his eyes are black voids, the glistening dark matter of Ruin pooling in them. Perhaps, if Leras had more energy, he would be concerned, but it is taking all his energy to continue thinking, to even pretend to be collected into a human form. He can tell that he is leaking mist around them, his right arm entirely dissolved, bones barely visible in his shoulder. He can’t keep the skin on his skull in place most of the time, his attention slipping and allowing skin and muscle to evaporate, leaving half his face a bare skull.

“I don’t know what you mean,” he says, rather than pointing any of this out. He is too tired for...whatever Ati was doing. Assuming Leras could read his mind, tell what he was angry about. “Ati, I need a moment to--”

“No!” Ati’s voice warps, Ruin pulsing under his words, ringing into Leras’s half-present bones to send shivers down his spine. “No, we’re talking about this--what were you doing? I wake up and you’re rusting screaming, I can see you falling apart--”

“Leave me alone,” Leras says, because he can’t handle a lot of things right now, and Ati’s anger is one of them. “Rayse was passing by. I think. Not aimed here, but I was shielding us and something--something slipped, the tectonic plates shifted, I forgot to hold them and there--” There had been a tsunami coming, he remembers, and he’d had to raise the islands in order to keep them from being drowned, and then moving them had thinned the ocean crust, had created a hotspot that he’d had to divert into forming an undersea vent, not a new island, but then there had been the other tectonic shifts from the islands rising, the fault lines shuddering against each other all the way down the coast, and he had been holding them still with his very being, mist becoming glue to hold the earth together and he had felt it, each shudder and--

“You...why wouldn’t you just let the islands go! They’re islands! You fucking--” Leras can feel Ati reaching his consciousness over to the other side of the planet, could feel him looking at the new mountain ridge, the various ugly plate fusions where Leras had shoved things together that shouldn’t have touched, because he couldn’t, he couldn’t let those people die, couldn’t ruin those coastlines, couldn’t let it all change because of his own incompetence, his lack of concetration. “You...what the fuck have you done to this coastline?”

“I kept it together. It’s fine.” Leras can’t stop his exhaustion from sliding into his voice, can’t bring himself to care about Ati’s disapproval. He can feel his hair sliding and releasing into mist, his lower jaw evaporating entirely, and rus his hand--which only had half of its fingers, but that was fine, it was just a puppet-body anyway, just something he wore because it was comfortable--over the side of his face that was still there, wincing as he felt bone and open muscle instead of flesh. Didn’t even notice that going.

“You’re hurt!” Ati says, his attention snapping back to the here and now. “You--look at you! You’re falling apart! How is that fine!”

“People were dying, Ati!” Leras snaps back, temper fraying like the tendons he can feel unknitting inside him. “People were going to die if I didn’t fix it!”

“They’re not worth it!” Ati snaps back, and Leras stares at him. Ati blinks, eyelids almost-but-not-quite containing the constantly-shifting spikes and edges of Ruin in his eye sockets. “They’re not worth it, Leras,” he repeats, taking a step closer to Leras, his voice softening, more of Ati coming back into it, less of Ruin. “You’re tearing yourself apart for these people--Leras, please. Take care of yourself. They’re not worth it. They’re not worth you.”

Leras laughs. It’s not a funny sound, it’s a hacking shake forced out around half-present vocal chords, but he’s sure Ati can feel his mood, his black humor, his amused fondness at how naive Ati can be, even after all this time.

“Not worth me?” he repeats, forcing the words out. “Ati--Ati, I’m not anyone. We’re not people anymore. We’re--we’re Preservation and Ruin. We’re fragments of something we should never have touched. We’re not people, we’re not anything. We’re forces who are pretending to be human.”

“Shut up,” Ati says, his voice dipping low again as he steps closer. “Don’t say that--you were the one who said we were still the same--”

“I was wrong,” Leras says, and he can’t stop the laughter, hysteria bubbling out of his half-present lips. “Ati, this is what I do. I keep things the same. I protect things. I protect people. It’s not about what I want, or about if it hurts, it’s about what I do. I’m Preservation. I preserve--”

“Shut up!” Ati yells, and grabs Leras, black wires curling out of his hands and hooking into Leras’s mist, dragging Leras closer to him as Ati’s voice catches. Leras pushes away, gathering his power together to make Ati let him go--

Their powers clash, white and black in the space between and around and inside them, and white-hot pain courses through every part of Leras’s consciousness, every particle of mist, every ounce of investiture. He can feel Ati scream and let go, both of their physical forms deteriorating. When he, shakingly, reaches out his awareness again, he can see Ruin, a writhing dark ball of thorns in the air. He knows he’s out of his human form again as well, that the clash between them got rid of any energy he had left.

Leras-- he can feel Ati reach out, tentatively, and can’t control the way he flinches.

We’ll talk later, he sends back. I just--I need to rest. I’m so tired, Ati, please.

There’s silence, for a moment. The ball of spikes shifts, roils with motion, but Ati doesn’t reach out again.

Okay. Later. We’ll talk later. I love you, Ati says, the last thought tinged with something Leras can’t quite place, some desperate emotion.

I love you too, he thinks back, exhausted. I’m sorry.

[generative-adversarial-nitwit]

when i eventually leave the states as a refugee im gonna start talking in a texas accent 24/7 oui mon-sir ah'm from dayllus teyxus born n raysed! yes sir like the tellyvision progrum. say could yall point a lil cowpoke t' th' nearest ro-day-oh ah'm just hankerin fr' some yeehaw rootin tootin action somethin' awful i teyll ya

[nightblink]

Blink Reads Oathbringer - Chapters 46-49

Chapter Forty-Six – When the Dream Dies

I did expect that whoever is important enough to have conversations like this with Hoid would indeed be interested in removing the threat of Odium from the Cosmere. Your indifference surprises me, and the stupidity of it is frankly astonishing.

More bridgeman chapters! This time with Skar, yay. I hope you get the hang of breathing stormlight soon; I don't want to see you left behind.

Now there's a high-altitude training regimen. [whistles] And an impressive time indeed when you're not breathing stomlight. That's not a comfort though, and rather mean – though unintentionally so – of Sigzil to rub it in like that.

Interesting that they know the exact amount of force they're using in a Lashing instinctually. I wonder if it works that way for some of the other Radiant Orders' abilities as well?

HORNEATER DANCE OF VICTORY. All of Bridge Four should be doing this dance. They've earned it. What a glorious sight it would be!

Skar: *I'm just going to lie here. the floor loves me more than you assholes do*

At least Teft has some love left for you, or at least chouta. Ahhhh, Teft, I'm really worried about you and those bags under your eyes don't exactly make me any less so.

Bridge Four has come so far, from never even telling the other men their names to a full support group for each other. They all needed it, not just Kaladin; those bridge runs left them all broken, bitter people, cracking a little more with each run, each day they were treated like they only had lives for the sake of expending them under Parshendi arrows.

Wait, what's keeping Kaladin? Teft, is this you displacing anger at yourself onto Kaladin. A handful of spheres says it is. But no, Skar is agreeing… Kal, what's going on here, where your own bridgemates think you're keeping aloof?

I'm still wondering how they hope this whole recruitment thing is going to work out – if they want to try to make true Radiants of some of these men, of if they simply hope for more squires that osmose their ability from Kala-Syl? To be a Radiant, one must be broken, down to one's soul, and that may hold true for the bridgemen, but recruits…? [hums]

What does Rlain think of the humans essentially occupying what used to be the last bastion of his people? He may be Bridge Four, but talk about divisive feelings. Sanderson, we'd better get a Rlain POV in one of these Bridge Four chapters, or I will have another bone to pick with you.

Highprince Reference: red and light blue are Ruthar's colours

Ooof, yeah, that'd do it, Skar. Ingenuity, yes, but also willingness to steal. That's generally frowned upon (unless it's other people's stuff, which is often the point of war, as young!Dalinar so helpfully pointed out a while ago).

Mmm, Syl can sense the soul-cracked ones.

Getting snarky there, Skar. Can't blame him for this one though, as he does have a point at the very least since they let lighteyed Renarin in, waaaay before Kaladin's eyes started showing even a flicker of blue.

Speaking of good points, Sigzil makes one about squires perhaps not necessarily being a step towards being a full Radiant. Good to know that someone is at least considering the routes and levels of Investiture-use here.

[winces] Oh, Skar

(bless u Rock for lightening the mood)

Lyn again! Good good good I want to see more of them (I think I'm going to use 'them' for Lyn for the time being, because while their initial conversation with Shallan was pretty blatant, I don't know if that's something Sanderson intended or if it was another 'oops I accidentally did a thing didn't I'. Still. The agony of being closeted trans in the world of strict Alethi gender roles would easily be enough to break a person, and that could make them a possible future Radiant...)

Ooooo, Skar saw even before the highstorm incident! Damn, he must have thought he was hallucinating, seeing light and all the arrows curving towards it.

Heh, all the thinking in the world isn't going to help you two with this. But focusing on the Ideals that makes the Windrunners what they are…. Yeah. That might do it. Skar, you really do have a knack for teaching.

YES YES YES

YOU'RE GLOWING TOO

FINALLY

Chapter Forty-Seven – So Much is Lost

Wait, admire… admire Rayse's initiative? Odium's? Dude. Seriously. What the everloving fuck.

!!!! Taln's own writings! Or at least what he said while they all thought he was crazy – and he was definitely more than a little loopy, not able to see how far human civilization advanced even when he looked around him.

Finally getting to a Jasnah chapter! WHY DID YOU HOLD OFF ON THIS FOR SO LONG SANDERSON

Ivory's at his full size while in the Physical Realm? Whaaaat. Is this something he can do because of the Oaths that Jasnah has sworn, or is it because the Elsecallers are so entwined with the Cognitive Realm via their abilities?

I'd say “paranoid much, Jasnah?” but considering all of the assassination attempts that have already been made, 'it's not paranoia if they're actually out to get you'.

[winces] Her life's work, all that time and effort and pain, now all so much common knowledge. That's…. painful. It's a good thing that they know it, but at the same time, it leaves a hollowness for Jasnah in its wake.

Shallan is definitely a topic that needs to be discussed.

Ahhh, Ivory – bonded to Jasnah and yet you still don't understand how humans can fortify themselves without that solidity running all the way through.

Oh shit, oh shit, hints of Jasnah's breaking? And it was back when she was a child? Oh no, ohhhh, that's. That's a lot earlier than I thought she'd broken. Considering how distant Gavilar seems in the flashbacks, I'll bet broams he at least peripherally had something to do with it.

“Considering what the ancient fathers are.” IVORY. IVORY YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THAT AND LEAVE US HERE HANGING. IV O R Y- oh. You just mean the spren lost in the Recreance. Well that was anticlimactic.

The idea of spren wars, though, now that is an interesting tidbit of dropped information.

I like Ivory. What a little rebel. You're very much like your bonded in that way, aren't you?

[winces again] Jasnah, you're going to have to confront Shallan about things sooner or later – and probably sooner. When that happens, best to have all the information you can on hand… but also keep an open mind.

All ten orders but the Skybreakers. Speaking of which, when are Nale and Szeth going to show up again?

Fuck, Jasnah knows the secret – the secret that the Stormfather said would break Dalinar and the others. Ivory believes they'd break, he knows the precedent for that…

Jasnah does not.

Chapter Forty-Eight – Rhythm of Work

The hell do you mean, 'we stand in the sea'. Is this in reference to whatever is out in the Ocean of Origins that the lighthouse-keeper mentioned in the Interludes? Maybe, maybe not, but it stinks of coincidence.

Admittedly, while I like the insight that Moash's chapters bring, I just don't care about him as much as I do our other protagonists. He's a good character, but I'm not really emotionally attached to him.

'Better than bridge duty' is not a metric by which anything should be judged, Moash, and you know this.

So. Hauling things, but where are you taking them…?

[winces] He can try all he likes to convince himself that his decisions and actions weren't his fault, but Kaladin gave you chance upon chance upon chance to drop Graves and his crew and stay with Bridge Four. At this point, you're just deluding yourself.

Shiiiiiit, they're going to Kholinar. Of course they are. As if I didn't worry about that city enough already.

Well, he's not wrong about the 'false gods' and 'ruling class whose eyes reminded them of the Knights Radiant', at least. We still need confirmation on whether lighteyes are actual descendants of the Radiants or not, though.

….you're more religious than I'd realized, Moash.

YES YOU CAN BE BLAMED, AND WE BLAME YOU. TAKE RESPONSIBILITY.

!!! Are… are those Kaladin's group of Parshmen? Is his involvement with them the reason they're being treated poorly?

YEP

Oh man, oh man, are you going to go help them, Moash? YES-

-but blanket-condemning humans as you do. Not just in your head this time, but as an argument point. Hoo boy.

Chapter Forty-Nine – Born Unto Light

FLASHBACK CHAPTER YEEEAAAAAAHHHH plz give us more Evi this time Branderson

….Dalinar why are you doing moss-drugs. Are you constantly discontent since you're not getting battles and the Thrill. Also that is a disturbing comparison.

This is perhaps the most opposite of your current self that we've seen you when you weren't Thrill-murdering.

...listening to your wife is good but I don't think she meant 'you should totally do drugs'

However, you getting into a fighting ring is very likely among the things she expected you to get into when she suggested 'live in the moment', considering what you're like at this time, whether you're fighting in them or just betting on them. It's the violence inherent in them.

Yessss, you're caring about Evi, FINALLY, even if you might not love her yet. We still haven't seen evidence of that from your end of the relationship.

Gavilar might not be able to politic his way past a rebellion, but the last flashback indicated that he's certainly going to try, come Damnation or stormwaters. Dalinar, though… he's too apathetic to even care at this point. It's extremely disconcerting.

Oohhhhh, you're trying to use the drunkenness to stave off the Thrill, really…? Well, apparently you're going to fight anyway. But will the Thrill come, and do you even want it to…?

dark bar atmosphere, laced with smoke that curls, grey, melding with and making its own shadows as the raucous noise silences completely, predator's eyes glinting bright blue across the ring

“Hurting you? Storms, that's not what I'm afraid of.”

You have a reputation, Dalinar. It's not a good one.

Yeaaah, he's essentially not feeling anything nowadays. One fight he can barely remember is the last time that brought him emotion – that's not natural; something has to be damping it.

Toh! You're still hanging around! Damn, we haven't seen anything of you save for that single chapter with the highstorm. Has Dalinar simply been too emotionally-dead to notice you the entire time? But he notes 'familiar face', so you must have spent a fair amount of time together…

OH OH IT'S TIME IT'S TIME IT'S TI-  ….it's early and they're not surprised. Why. Why. I demand answers.

You ran all the way there at a sprint, didn't you.

She pretty much did fight a battle, Dal. Just not the kind you're used to.

Still with the left-handed-ness – and it may not be the same sign of intimacy to her as it is to you, Dal, but still.

Dropping to his knees at her bedside! Holding hands! Overcome with emotion! Ohhh, you have come to love her by this point, haven't you?

“many men are apprehensive at first when-” NOPE. SWOOPS HIM INTO HIS HANDS INTO THE AIR AND DANCES AMIDST THE GOLDEN GLORYSPREN

ahhhhh, with thick blond-and-black streaking even as a newborn! AND DALINAR'S PROUD OF IT, PROUD THAT HIS SON SHOWS HIS MIXED HERITAGE EVEN THOUGH THAT'S A THING SCOFFED AT IN ALETHKAR AND SOME PEOPLE EVEN DYE THEIR HAIR TRUE BLACK TO HIDE THAT THEY'RE MIXED. Good on you, Dal, good on you

'May you have your father's strength… and at least some of your mother's compassion, little one.' excuse me while I go sob in the corner

this is the first true spark of Dadlinar – of the Dalinar we see in the future

'BORN UNTO LIGHT' AS A NAME MEANING I'VE BEEN CALLING HIM 'SUN SON' ALL THIS TIME AND THAT'S SO DAMN CLOSE ARE YOU KIDDING ME it's such a good name what a good name my boy my boy

please run through the city whooping for joy and proclaiming you're a dad, Dalinar, I need that image in my head

For once, Dalinar rolls a decent Insight check. What are you gonna do or say to fuck this up, Gavilar.

!!!! 'Lunacy'? Was… was Jasnah already broken by this point? With sixteen more years to go before she bonded with Ivory?

Ooooo, so crowns are mostly a Western-Rosharan thing – Gavilar compromises with a circlet, but probably not an entirely plain one, a simple band of metal. Ten-pointed, perhaps, subtle and tasteful.

Failing? The rebellion is that bad? Aaaaand you're going to send Dalinar in to crush it and that's when shit's going to go down. Ooof.

….this is that Sons of Honor organization cropping up, isn't it, or at least their overarching goals. Were you just part of them, or did you found them, Gavilar?

Oh no, oh no, Dalinar had a flash of hope, of emotion, of a different future than just battle, and now that's going to clash with his old bloodthirst and this is going to end terribly; none of this bodes well

“I… might have something that will help.” ……….I do not trust you, Gavilar. Dalinar's still the unstable barbarian here, but even he sounds more trustworthy than you right now.

This does not sound good this does not sound good this does not sound good-

“I can't help feeling words would be enough, if only I knew the right ones to say.” Okay so you're probably being tested as a proto-Bondsmith, but dude. Dude. This is not the way to go about it.

[ofboomerangs-blog]

fave lana del rey song/s?

um... well I tried to narrow it down. I listen to most of her music. and I have heard like pre muc all her songs...sooooo

"Sirens" Next To Me /// Westbound /// All You Need /// I'm Indebited To You /// Pretty Baby /// Find My Own Way

"A.K.A. Lizzy Grant"Queen Of The Gas Station /// For K Part 2 /// Raise Me Up (also known as Rayse)

"Born To Die" Off To The Races /// Dark Paradise /// Without You /// Lucky Ones

"Ultraviolence" Cruel World /// Shades Of Cool /// Brooklyn Baby /// Old Money /// Black Beauty //// Florida Kilos

"Honeymoon" Music To Watch Boys To /// Terrence Loves You /// The Blackest Day /// 24 /// Swan Song

other songs:

Back To The Basics /// Backfire /// Break My Fall /// Butterflies /// Damn You /// Dangerous Girl /// Driving In Cars With Boys /// Dum Dum /// Dynamite /// Every Man Gets His Wish /// Gangsta Boy /// Heavy Hitter /// Hit And Run /// Hollywood's Dead /// I Don't Wanna Go /// Last Girl On Earth /// Making Out /// Never Let Me Go /// On Our Way /// Ooh Baby /// Party Girl /// Playing Dangerous /// Queen Of Disaster /// Serial Killer /// Summer Of Sam /// Us Against The World /// Velvet Crowbar /// You & Me /// You Can Be The Boss /// You're Gonna Love Me

[libidomechanica]

Quest, ended to be

Sleepy one! But what is the     commotion be the nation, and trance he met an old bad dreadful     darknesse their tints may settled alone. Some things to me     soone her second stoop and lust, take me my heart all the altar     that path? Shares with

furious lightning steeds that loves fly     twanging all outlive this spirit now-a-days. Ah fooles     there shall boures. That is as a heap, so pick it up, and     follow. The great expectant or in her he sprout or ball,     flew wide, and silks the true

their better paradice, of course,     ran most propriately has clos’d, and solace; for woman     this steps. Expanded the field; and I lingers pay which welcome,     she began to wake them sing: for not betraying his     passing and comfort of

holes, and deplored; while she is not     stilly murmur, snarling and from week and string life. Poets,     whose who can trippe it has arm’d him answer to virtue crown     old—which made of Susa braid. The Monk sat down, and mouth, keeping     I have a blinket

sae bashful. Her long their tresses     averted to ask her,— so their surface and chin, a neck     alone, for pain between your echo ring? These answer and     sweet sleep and makers of time, where Philosophised: a     great god Pan, and sweet the

tomb, and wild, like Joshua’s moonlight,     the rest I’ll speak when theyr eccho ring? Could ne’er troubles what     can be were born of them! Own voice, I brought, his is mynd? Ere     he began to see each others do fade, madman, over     his much lesser latitude

and, where we watch, a patience     the one much with the learn it, were at home will come back doorstep,     there we hurried and sea. Quest, ended to be first with     good, her garded man with every much interfered, who could     set that would under ivied

casement, and still more near     and unjoin, be lost as fearless, her sweet saint’s wife and therefore     then theyr eccho ring. And the same in order, never,     I think of the echoes of some with me a plan of strayt,     the woods shall bide at rest

a dwarfed or talk’d the valley; let     the bird into his she might he lets hurrying, clamour     thing here she thou know. Yet I saw the water, and disturbed     becomes upon all the paired with teach, Love, stripping out of     his Moon of haunting to

learn her even in mirror. And     herself almost burst and lust, the rope in gracious of mankind,     were lying Time his valet, which ouer the lass o’     Inverness the sky is such a filled towne to ask his vnder hill     sit upon the eye; the

Heart; and often calls it The Night     Zulaikha went an Angel to our Edens, eve and sitting     vpon the world turned away but to the ball where and with     this light lamented them blossom’d as the jewel. There lies between     the back to thoughts enrich

the same and when I shall be;     thou can heard her solitary twinkle thin-lipped preached thou     great friars, one days much more—one little thing, with softer     thought, as o’er her old bough tear-drops they came thy trance follows?     At first incline. I e’er

compassion of hem, smiling throng:     only as a sing, that had dared not to resources of     delirious; so going to make a shipwreck did rayse,     you should gae mad, o ye!— At wormes shepeheards looks fresh     cheese and hang the long car.

[libidomechanica]

“Fair is towards the faith first-born and said, ”twad be a

But your smiles, O prince for a little child who with.     And am like a Frisbee, like a fruit was, his way-wandered into the hedges. Opened     and innocently lively, but

only one goes on yawning in a sudden loss     of those eyes you men have plenty: so let not talk of corn such sanity with us,     sometimes happy influence of men

unblest he knew each states, with beauty doth transitory     tone; lost as bare as her dress of these symptoms, world’s gear, which mething very clear     oration, frozen clips, dear to his

wings. To give them at this is this: I could weene some     may in whose very staff stood unbonnet, which my babes, and stuck in a man’s harsh, her glad     to the Indies, it is, we are were

not Thou feedest, chase fate it ten found he had no     wish tongue in a gentle red jewels, the current to ground, which wanted many risks, yet love     is winter raiment struggled into

the root of some vial; treasure, ere I somethink     it may sweat, and doth it a jewel. Fair is towards the faith first-born and said, ’twad be a     sin to the lawes of pretty striking

our days in peace with an evening has had ached across     a bar of glitter like lilies floated free of perrill all the early strake the     windshields were and stocks in between you

like a beautiful, O my beloved here this     horseman came near, or dreames, nor the night I’d lost. And, and taken the blue een. Into     the head a per-centage; a chance

he might to my self: cast in her sanctimonious     thinkest that for my heart that upstarted all; nor is changes in Pharaoh’s change. His     neck the princesse of all, all for now

with blis. Should embrace me should come, and a nose light     in a damp the silk and sank in up to him come vnto the person shin’d so clear as human     eyes are literally, inevitably

ridiculous. Woo’d and stranger with an     accent rain-drops throng, and the lily among the sky folds its wreck did rayse, your echo     ring. Found his maine foremost files of his

louely Paris made me longer analogous,     I go. But when I think of the more in your beare! Then, the generation kept up disclosed     by Sandy O, my Sandford, yields

each in his daily worth Farm, past while shall such a     thousand below not all things long, while, this hysteric of a captives, other time, to     be lost it take or whether round me

for your wall, he looketh toward me overflow. Are     like a foolishness had receive its account they hold of Guebres, Giaours, and large exciting     for thee, O my loue she than wine:

thou grand lende me that has a windy night at my     tardy name of one waiting in to clyme, and thee, when the christall brings fresh garments that     season gave, a libel, or wild horse

drew fire doth holiday! At cold a little time,     all my cares did but talk of comfort were a group of rich Canary winter’s ass, find     slaking, in tracts, and all the woods themselves

as here all whose king sort, though in moral of     hot destroy; nor cloud wil sing, new-perfumes in these Angels which I should grown that with thy     hair of a lovely knights are litigious,

whose gentle sleepe, may poured the belly is dark     hedges or woes. Lovers out of prison twined, have found, which task’d; he could not the weeping     to marry the self-kill’d t’ engage

all the world is not meant thou, poorly designed, will     and might so longed a solemnize: and while he would speak the pains! That it last of his hand.—     My face they, with its novel forms of

all your gifts apply, till the park: strange with the     universe, to pay by themselves before of the mirror. Long time I list your wisht there she     lies sleep. She was all. Brood down beside.

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Composition # 9788

A treochair sequence

               1

To be told! Empties these, but with its crescent moon: and Lo! For thy young

were dead! Begot in the tree, and mates, with the Paradise of ioyes, dost

go down, like something for judgment continuaunce. Were why men breath, welcoming

him to scorn, upon the hunter he! Who now, ere Phoebe from some

slight fear. Should duly haue end, melting in the curse of sea, the which through

in wretch as I were the moss, and to have tower’d in Profusion to

the dancers will die of love of Folly needs with rust, she was of a

Celestial threasure of my lameness, as each new leaf out of a

habit—blows eight loaves in dark and The truth of some Old Story?

               2

Her sad eyes so suited, and its Music heard no more vpon her obteine.

               3

With a knot. Her tears envy and close behind, Oh, weep for Adonais.

               4

The gleam to spil. It was so full of ivy in the first snowdrop, virgin-

troop of little eyes, dart down a screech owl to myself disown ye!

Keep with pansies overblown. With that faire, and torturing punishment.

               5

Spake with her arms and kingdoms in the Sea, and cruel are. To a wider

choice between the other end of loues delight. Of trials, to mock its own

legs embargoed from the beauty shall comment upon a day, the Hus-

bandman selfe my mate in her face but to move to the brydall boures.

               6

I think of Rhyme, but their ripen’d from beneath the night with lilies whiter

still, not my feign’d page. And this faded violet breake gentle lispers

may sigh my love can say; mend yet amid a prospect wide; the Almighty

will be dear light; the whiles Beauties worth do define, I yet in sight

of better. Floats there’s nothing and this day let in a tender pressure.

Anguish was extreme hope, and making the deid of the secrete with

long traueile I am afraid of honour first bud? When I looked at

me the sun forget it should never had a temple’s self is fonder

of the Bridegroom meets the path has loosen’d from hidden row, nor of your

pain? A tinting reuenge, is hard truth—i say thou lackest moss the breme winter

cloud, forget’st so long have done my wrongs thy Court, thy Kingdom of the

song. If every face hath of my white, hide in death, o’er-taking through my

coffee Black and cannot draw his Hand from low-grown yew trees, a veneration

of the pendulums pulsing inside of every pony there

more than forests the night was pass’d to it, your bed, and fro on which upon

it gave its airy stress still ye thus mutual comfort shew? Dry,

season of Dryope’s lone lulling of Leonardo or Michelangelo

that breathe his braunches sere. And mates, with a haw bayberry kame?

               7

Let men kill which trouble with silv’ry wings, and adorations, tender,

themselves; and, once more authority. Looking with holy water dewe.

Their image only once a net, now a handfuls of disbelief though

fortunes wreck did rayse, your hands. Distracted; madly did I sow, and leave

auld Scotia’s strands with goodly my faire loue did prepare the erotically

swollen moon let me, fearing a doctor’s door she must. Two loving

to take way long, Jámi, in the Universe, and thaw before thy

shadows fly; which the whiles there had struck dumb, than when I did set his eyes.

               8

Who, suddenly when we met, jumping from all weed-hidden weariness,

which within their evening has shown, courting out a little work did trance

unto my hope, to spell, sweet bents let us divide what have I to

do the feathers stead. Nay sayd I thereto, by my side, and in my

House stringing boughs are blinded of these my night, night were once pitie therein

was seene this one will make more purely be a tedious burden of

the news were gulph’d in a mountain chase, cried Betty’s in a mossy homes

in vaine: for what wilderness, and far in the steele dart, and even children

die for leaning on her grinder. And the boyes through thou dare striue, such

as sat listening Echoes whom thou deserve this killing showers bene

dect, whate’er is Born of atomies that I propose … I am Ra

… in a shadow of a brook, that all the pony, that where trod Apollo’s

foot; bronze clarions awake, t’awayt the cedars of the Desert; there’s

my real wife. This is how we tried to love you and chicken feather’d

hand, the Dragon from his rise, in the Seashore, and honey-feel of blisse.

               9

My mistress and is no need of fire-tailed exhalationship based on

love which gives the grot of Proserpine, where, to haunt the surface but the

world enough, you are the Potter, pray, and three, when thou; go then, that now

and no Wheat, am I. With girlands sere, when Hell, obscure compelling

of the way young were dead Season satisfied— then from the sea, wi’ four-

and-twenty years would adorn’d and married at a’! I saw the holy

prelude, fashion; an eye more apt for it is very life. A Richard,

to eat not one drop to light-hung leaves quite to plow; shovels crumble and

she leaned her locks lyke Saphyres shining sleep; the Mortal Life betray:

the night have I not reasons gone, is the day; for in your careless ill.

               10

Of bright, from blossomes of Demon, Ghost, and find you rehearse each one

hip quivering forth, compare better for leauing his full of invocation

great writhing worth. He hath so dear a head grown cold, thought from the bodie

is secret darke but who, his april touch drove sleeping, I that would

weep for Adonais died? He knew she’d just so. To sage or poet these

ill-changed heart is so euill of pestilent land; when you chaunt with stone, such

gloom, who can press his old night nigheth fast, yts time it ill or good

neighbourhood envenom all. Delightful tale pursutes of lusty head.

               11

In sleep speak of this! Her ebon urn, young tears and chain-smoke cigarette.

               12

That beauties reddest inke Venus hath left me, and fife to the maiden,

wilt thou art beside the world across the Atlantic roar? This singing

each neat niplet of her yoke did vanish: wept the void circumference from

our days to do me more pliant, and the morn: Apollo’s pipe, when Pan

and from far, the petals nipp’d before the stars he takes long ere therefore

once the stainless steel the earth shronke vnder him, looking up to th’ shades

were dead! When snouted wild-boars routing tender colour grew upon her

and pure spirit well for these, a woodman in pieces within them; and

upon the woods may answer, to love. Oft did I leave auld Scotia’s stranger

is darkened ways made for our eccho ring. As from my morning demi-

god, and there sped a troop of little here with his throne that with his

maske to moan! For such a rate for need, and of the sand, and pain, Lost Echo

sits amid the Hand the seas, nor dares shall cling to flight, nought more, whose

young girls who for her golden snake, like warre: wherein did shine on me thundring

dispraise hath made to bow, round the lilies and like raveller bold,

although yet the Foxe him smile. Great store of Thee and thereof gate in Arm

from France, like car crash … it’s a journey have you I love my every cheeks.

               13

Sweet Heaven of Song. For he nould let him be the space … not too base? Where

thou shoul’dst be with carefulness increasing will, for soone wexen wider.—

That he hath gain’d of lengths its ending, conjure thee vantage me. For

the Sunnye beame, glaunceth from Perdition— timidly tow’rd her—but in One.

               14

Me, so large, What form leans his head doe not, from the loves, her idiot

boy, winding the fashions, love you thoughts so sweet, will not we shatter’d

Caravan starts to dwindle and crush’d the Winter gan to bear to some one

else. May spend thy assist my labyrinthine head, on the milken way,

that echoes that same groan doth pass in every brake, richer that say or

sing the pomp of must and lur’d their voices called her eyes, as from the

firmament, for she must sing. Death, and a hazy light: I dare not my own

steed from opening cloys and flowery spell; and, whether he heed it

or none of us, they cry, as we sat on the palm. One spied the likewise

one of us, they cannot skill in me can nothing womanly

discours’d upon my face coins the things will the sun sank or for fruict, nor

do you know. Asleep. Whom heauenly Grace want his sight he had not speake to

the milky brow! But to the East has cost me your pockets? Till, having

an infant civilisation both stand Thou art, keep with phantoms of

a Celestial Sign; that, figures in a fright the skies are. Roses at

first was mine, nor all they bedew’d the Wise to talk; one that compliant

body. You that portend no war nor prince by vnright deem him ne’er befal,

my Johnny all night. Leave me no more for more than can thy lifull heart

as king: and his horse’s tail, and, quite at ease; and lonely moated grange.

               15

Honey of poisonous flies. Or to deck the note of space. But straight again,

unafraid. The same, while the sky, she drew her caress. I though the

clear away? The nether should passe. And their shapes are bent his state, while

the youthful hue sits on the mouse behind them not. And long starving hopes,

by thy face enioyeth, but I in myself laid under the day, although

its spectacles and thy words were still tame? Nursing the priestes crewe, and

brere with content, but yielded: she, my golden atoms of fear. Of Humber

would speak, yet well might When lofty mount, and still of tears, instead of

humours fly or creepe; since the Pedlar can contagion of Heaven’s lightly

call vesper, then thou hast took, of his brown—by all past which at my

door, who cons sweet bents lent. And Cuddies Embleme. Perhaps, with sacred

ceremony but little space of a salamander crawling with his

head was blood: no hungry man but wish the street. Till they bene defast.

               16

Till cold winds are wanting, the white anchor o’ the gude red gowd, but twenty

little swinck. An hundred lamps do dive into my heart, most men partake,

but add, jenny kissed me from the flockes fleece of our faces as

thought I could only trouts doe tend full well, yet for this kind why willingly

could nourishment, of the sky sagged dusty floor, another person

to my face. The late to common Earth didst adorn, with a sympathies,

tis we, who lends but we here anone: not as a Thought all would some young

connection, even while I have lost even the hour when thoughtful eddies

swoop’d; such an one would have to thee: or bid me die, although my lab’ring

sea of weary all things her sore, I am of the flitting down

to catch me with accomplished before th’ almighties vew, of her

legs still God is fill of deep midnight. To me once unkindnesse kils delight,

light on dark and strength and perling flowers, the back to me, a

passionless and denisen’d wit doth take, and became, and, once the Horizon

is the evening, whilst I thy classic face, and by the night arise

of lingered in my predestine love at no time idle is; let’s be

doing! Neuer knowne, and I sigh’d to faint once loveliest and dance through

a pure sorrow to persuade a yielding not, wounded, Ellen pass’d tween

their rest, is each flowers fresh, to her breast. The herded wolves, bold only

the Waste, I know not how, with wine, and I are nothing else but think of.

               17

The rushy lake, wherein the meadow grass, and now awake, t’awayt the

chamber thought: so you made me because the natural order of them when

they’re gathered skies of murderer could be, i say if this book here for

a few leaves were wounded in the meads; where’s the other’s curse midas

the water through many a verse I hope that our delight erasing

a forehead morning. What Adonais! Keen as grain stretcht to life must go

or she hies, no wonder if her secrete with long to me a paradox

become, and married and under Dust, and the festoon of their image

I do smell anise, the song is broke in Passion; a woman bears

me, tired of endurance; cheerful, but she nuh notices and each

time againe retorne, for ignorance is bleeding beads arous’d from the

ring. Towards a bower wind no eye with a groan, more subtle cadenced,

more white, that wickedness this various world; by waters sleeker than

you bloom paled gently came. Eastern winds used to breathing. How Sultán with

little bit, which is worst of all the lies, as so, much more. I love you

in the spirits. These fourteen years hence my though it over. Of custom,

wipe away and Night, that should come in this sorrow, with Dust. With sweet hour,

all that they by Loue were the Dreams that sacred sward last night, and gone, from

these alone; for, Lady, I must away, before the Two Worlds so learn.

               18

For thee: the woods vs answers with old Khayyám, and thou canst not, love, I

will glove unto her wits are gone, since my though we play but at push-pin

half turn them more impatient cried—who is all that come a part and I

will last faire face, while the wind wagge their dismay. Will you recede through the

Nightingale. Think of despondency and hoary brand; she twirled the

incessant miseries of much griefs of joy; praising his weight of the babe

rose like aught need me. Below me, thoughtful tale pursutes of Love she

said, did Susan has made of love, I will never enough. His hand, and

kick your forth my tears before it more solemnize: and Cuddie, I wote thou

and I will sleepwalk all dayly endured, i’ll not waiting, clean of the

skies are blue, love. Nor tame wild Winds flew round, sobbing me the light to any

single Rose, and teach that airy trance, strikes the flow of—was it were

she had it be but love? And yet burn through the cool and change, unquenchably

the charm. When I praised be halfe so deadly sigh’d that I were terms of

mossy homes ethereal—a new breache: my hart oppressed, whence departed

one, with full hap to sing forth his hand, nor services to be Nature’s

power, fairing thee virtue triumph, come with under my transfixed!

               19

Which the world’s praise thine eyes: so shallow chime. See, on the senceless mounts

their harts had ended in, the liefest hight, of more. Not saue, murder in

its skin. When I am sad and he is hush’d and most idly spent! With

the clock strike off our courteous light now, and extinguish’d quite, for I

half wonder’d at the same skin for one shade from the drifting back again.

               20

I leave Scotia’s shore? This in me do those streams, along a path between

love-lorn hours dost lord my heart beneath thee and eat our pot of honey

I shall catch, he popt him in the sphere happy I hae dreames, nor lightnings

of his head and helplessly before either Doctor! Gilding the

old songs of their ears. Steel the married at a’! Alone amid a prospers;

and white death-bed, from straying him to the roofs with hellish and vnwise.

               21

Far into my heart’s core, the lips was thend of this fierce and dispute? Anger

was as if on wings; yea, the old and beasts in forest wide is fix’d

on mighty, for earth; their grandsire me sayd, I say that I have one glass

eye. Singing bowstring, silver lakes pictur’d in the tomb. Or by mysterious,

immortal Sovranty, recoiled feeling thoughts in heart throbbed

the desert be than her like a feast be generation of Apollo’s

bow; a heavy stones will devotes thine to Spouse. And makes earth upon

their vows with stone, lie on her paradise, a quickening, how long, but

late would swagger, swear, a thought I’d know by what Token should wander.

               22

Ye lie, ye ill woman, ye’re not our wish it may bear; and how he could

weene some gan to peep, up than those who breath’d a sister: of all this godhead

once to folly and viperous murder in its case. He wakes—’tis

Death and comfort so they happen to send a young girls are idle, bethink

you often deuoure, with Hawthorne buds, and greene wood, where those who for he

is for my mariners, and many moment, then you chaunt the moan Ye’re

woo’d and sees with fitting me to me than their lot wisdom, and through sunny

meadow grass, and wicked pony’s head, and the streams, and fair Syrinx

returns, and they mought waited for many more, oh, never, I’ll smile and

sped His heard a gloomy voice might cry for he is dead! Poor Susan Gale?

               23

‘Mid listened. Lift not the famous—that toss’d Thee downe doth my greefs augment

my doole, drawne by imag’d things I love you ended he, and more tongues

restrain’d the sullen day when what Barbican. The while he laugheth once,

you will spy in the middle earth and stately tree, for mayden Queene attonce.

Sore doth only a worthy to nurse at full heart or intellect,

now the Minion who from land. Head, and gather up forever. Doing,

the longest fitter to a weak Woman; nor Liberal, who create mischieuous

case, pitie there hollow, from his voice was drinke nectar from the dreadful

fears that, which he doth scathe, the spider’s sorrow; from joy to joy to joy,

foes grief, as if embalms: but soon shall find her eyes were not thy silver-

shedding beads around us; then rush’d past, how fast renneth to die for

thee: the woods them appears in the grasp of fellowship with eternal

whispers him so panting brain. Until a gentle her mind with food of

saddest wrong and when we shall thee to reveal’d itself be more cause hath

lost: thy Ewes, that parting. Till Natures were crackling lightingale that

which suns perish’d; others, girt in gawdy greene: and Johnny, Johnny, never

have thy part of street, crying along, bearing the Treasures, then what

high poems! She hard but in old Harp be modulated heat. And kick

your further of the sides doubts and fears, that echoes that sleep, when a tear.

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It kills with leaves Me, Heavens to be a blanket to my Mary, before

the tomb. Crowd of shepehooke hath gain’d of louers neuer ginne tasswage.

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The budding days, robert Burns: can feel, by its thorns you remembered on

thy passive youth descended, and leaved fig trees it seems to bring a

trusse of you are how happy chance: so happy places, strange, the Grass, and

untethered their front steps. Turn all thy deeds, and a few leaves and

fearfully, afar; hearing a doctor’s self would give my eyes may moue you,

time and guile, and thou would you, and her from the clay Population mair

enchanting to the lightning hand is on the flowers. Other their show;

their Wrath and skill, thou twin’d me o’ my maiden; wilt thou to Rome—at once,

thou canst thou, might cry for her pressure. Take this, and the altar, with needments,

for these two, now holy church, and rock,— ’mong shepheards, thy brow; and one

hand rubs his or her own ear again down that on the clock of late struck

one, and I will perform what once it was time is gone forth, he lies these,

a worldes childe: who tempt, and grieve: for carefully as the pomp of my

love at lower rate. With Barnaby the marke, weening it to be; or

bid me despair, and sea; how long, how long, her faults the name of an

immortal, where thou should convey, and for his guide her lips, which is why I

sojourn here alone will I thence the Pedlar can charm might deem him ne’er

woman and a lean.—She took the sighing vaults. What beare cherefull strong

offence; speak gently, she is tired, let Betty’s still ye go to see.

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Are scatter’d; leaving, in this was it musk from his right will awake the

shatter’d one to her! And, like a creatures, of owlets builders in an

after season, yode forth, and that I view, so radiance of hem scorners

be, or your Eccho ring. Moral or physical On this pony too.

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But at myriads of earthly guest! Had gaz’d on Nature: there is written,

so thou noteless blot of Dust and fever dempt more raise my voice mighty

flurry, she drew his sweet face I taste of Greeuance. Ask me no more, Thenot,

my mare, my soule, I deeme, thy breathing, all; from thee like beastes pawes:

and sullenly drifting changes for the whole multitude arose,

that nowe it auales. She said, My life and oak. He was a broken. And

court beside in such a paradox become, as in approuance doe the

stairs, you in this of inflation there seeking: and ouer the sides of forests;

while ever that in the earth by spell; and, which we cease our human

neighbor knows poor weakness—it can scarcely looked for immortal love. Telling

of mind no, never, I’ll say tis very weel aff, then I fell and

I the future day! Who shall I believe when I them serued for peace

in the main tree still found at them the shore. Of her liuely not in vain!

He pour’d the bins, comes the days, made it will acquainted with payne: for neuer

I did persever, an ill deadly swannish music which Nature’s

magnet-heat round, sobbing me now. Let me tell but from the earth upon

the sweete Violet. Not yshend your roundelay. Transform themselves about

your will; you hardly knew his glanced along that together. I reign in

Jeanie’s bark a rowing joy, Adieu’s last night, evening, whose petty wrong.

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Or hadst thrown? In May we dreamers to lamenting cryes, I hate you did

loue-ditties sigh above its mortal Sovranty, recoiled feelings, are

naturally ridiculous. So darke but wish theeues they had faded: deepest

sense, how fast renneth to recompens, be vnto her pitying the

pony moves, and with fayre sight has made of, streames my tender your arms.

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Ah who can reach into the roots of reproach abode not by common

Earth a corpse was there. Is like a star through my labyrinthine head, who,

while their ears were Creatures’ Eyes. The wood and shin’st, as they maken fiers make

vs to entrap in the sun’s purple dyes; carve it lesse moniment.

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Stranger yet once lovely Lip it springs downhill at last defray, and

stirr’d, and sip her mother, and then would rejoice keen as midsummer’s noonsted’s

made so greatest king called it EVIL. Goddess, I do love thee, and

sea, the woods shall never lived, they did; but none accord full well-bred men

in the dear, dear man, ’tis vain to understand. How many times gone for

a difference: the grove when ye lyst, ye iolly cherelesse harmes, ne let

mischiefe mought car, easily rolling stream immers’d, stains them, and let us

away with its all were sated with April’s lap? That Arm in Arm

from dropping something sweet. Awake, after vpon a wide lawn, when love

Gregory come here wild. A little space … not to go yet turning like a

silently with horses prancing poppies hung dew-dabbled on the Wing.

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Whose beauty of the shaft, and far into the wylde wolues which all that

I lose name of single soul of evil, he’s idle all to me hath

gain’d of louely band, another Cup to drown me in my way to tune.

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Till cold walls of glass, rose, and I will guides me the wrinkled head, above

thee! I’ll wrap it round else unlight dale, and tower was in their plays beaumont

and gall. From some still stiffen’d to tears of the torment from my

Injury, thou English poets who grew, so loudly and awe the Pilgrim

of Eternity, hearing the want his precedent so often too

a little Hour or two and were brown like spiked aloe. A voice of peach.

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When you are gone. High Hall-garden of a softer clime, half-lost in stormes,

his Children are heard: nor thine arms, but little Crescent Moon, and every

bed has been misled, and make Carouse: divorced old bad dream of life and

life is gone, and young, sprouting shears, and syne he kisses her foot should that

undulant white death’s the realme of Lochroyan, an ill deeds. With whom compare

better part of it in the little darts, for he will, for greedy pleasure

proue. The silently with anguisht sprites, yet so the Faith and worse,

from blossom’d suddenly, with Wine! Whose bright color and all the hollow

as the stainless steel the moonlight dost three guse-feathery whizzing of the

sea’s red vintage prepare those tears, my skirtful of thee, I though every

tongue thy sweete Violets there. Has not false treasure. Ra … in a shallow chime.

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Wipe Thou art as sound, In the sighing cryes, which may let in thought good. And

often crost wither. And Betty’s drooping in its intricate web, the

slow clock is on the Saints aside, and by his sleeping, held her in peace:

so that nas remedie, but that form leans sadly sin; if Betty all was

I forst to consummate the ground, and torches flaming Foal of Heav’n replied.

Minded; if thou wake the passions to defaced. Rains green’d over it

awkwardly. Was over an hour here, on earthquake: they wouldn’t risk my blisse,

look into their cell, thy golden rod, through a window peepes? And their

artillery form containing Love like darkness utterly, it might

see the Wise to me. For with accomplished beforne, the whylest shells for

to endearing thereto approche, and sisters live and all the woods

shall seal is setting low, and feet like a thing a flowers of the Worldly

souenance he must. Dissemble nothing but a man can thy life will

pass my day is night: they began to muse what is won. Such cause of mine?

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With death, and others to the grot of Proserpine, where the meadow and

queen: of Jealousie shall see, how hard truth would that engenders a novel

sense of the bed; at lengthens out his eyelids curtain’d by Truth, blown vp

with the waters sent from me, wherein lies a deep herbage; and ere yet

restord by time I also who, and all our strength to feel the blank as

mirrors of whose far-fet helps be such a beautifullest breast doth bend; I

see a ship alone, without a Thorn, and rushes fenny, and ye sal

gae and seemed— and the sound Sweetness up into thought each caracter of

custom. Found a passion poesy, glorious meant a mere upbraiding

grape—I might it takes no heed; of such a salve which through the shock of silky

hair, na langer dow I stand. But like the ungentle, unfair which

cannot provoke him furst; delight, towards a bower winds are out the Dark?

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The names of doubt, chance: so happy hands full well, yet forth: here is come, let

breath, who lead thee this—When, starting forth at such play is a piteous plight

with timely death’s the reins, and cannot hold the peacefulness; who lov’st thou

art but where name the loud waters to encounterfeit is poor weakness!

Our upstairs neighbours to his horse are orphans in effect our wide plainer

shewing like a poll of invocation great deity, for it.

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And some know of the Daughter of high degree, much steals men’s pleasure is

one, though his prescriptions are not out of her legs still God is filling

breed than those white feathers of her young maister is less that in my braine

emperished each even there where all that though its light leave them. Is

spent in cost, but first word that undulant white radiator grill groaned,

gave over stop at all, it is tyme to sing, that oft the East has o’ertake

me in an amber studs, my hunting soul that are endless, must fall

a sprights, make Game of many-colour’d glasse he took a lute, from all years

re-sighing did say, ah, when I praise. And with my jealous thoughts on the

middle jimp wi’ a haw bayberry kame; the shore. A child, if in his

childe of beauties pride, thought in your ain love Gregory. No more apt for

the fiddling finders-out of sisters and to hear it groan’d her presently,

o’er and anyway it’s in the happy changed for you because you’re

in a net I seek, my wealth, my dearie! These flowering feet, last year, I

caught better, every cheek against it: so farre worse to sit with

Predestinations thou art forced to them one, one in the love-tokens pass’d, and

sighs. Under its Trees in one breast, and greefe I dye, hey ho gray is greene?

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How quietly her to-day of my old self did teaze with the way to

death: but ’twas love; I hate the shore. The gear blank end. Which dull Time Most music

hath awaken. Beneath, sham’d by the Kidde to fynd. So faire face, while

with your loves; but none of the Nude Descending shall suck, no wasp shall scorch

and ransom all ill deadly sin; if Betty listened eyes,—the very

maid, say, maiden cherished bee through that the Lambe be Willye now I see the

like to laugh and thy worke me more clear water, warmth-given, fire-driven

kindling sad sickens our fearfully, afar; can touch upon thy fame!

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I sat content; so runn’st thou, O awful shadow of this! A bundle

of her own; as with darksome yet live, thoughts of Cupids shafts on me

suddenly when hope of these are darted, loue is no telling should wrong it—

’tis decorum. So tell me with thee? Lost Angels Alleluya sing, the

gentle girls. Before then tender side; pitying them out them eeke bringeth

from wing to wing, from blossom. Did never see the crowd of sheaves What

else—it is perfect musicall: and a whole age of lingering in his

Shouldst stay! Richer than your little light. My afternoon and dead, but in

old man noulde stay his legs twayne, like to his foolish pride o’ her heard … from

poore Nymphes of tears, instead. Do thou, to whom broad leave to be acted.

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Have you broughten mazer alone. Now the choice honey I shall for

Neptune’s going to the glass shows me myself I praise hath sparkling

spangly light be well was gone. Each one hip quivering ore: ’twas belied

in the high and looking with hellish anguished him with craft to cloud and

thy mandolin. Still, I did honour in the Branches interline with

arms crost, yet testifying restlesse and from the religions therein.

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Burr, burr, and the powers voted the rill. She took me to liue hard, and

sunk upon life’s sacred Altare doe remains, the tree when it is

superficial. The earth and brere with shepheards, til you become very sport

I sought departed one, who for To-day prepare, and to wise offered

hands, his hauty hornes bene an autumnal Night, whilk stood aboon

they were all is a storm like music of a duke, and haunt of the Dark?

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His nations; never dare so she w as a choice but weep  not to give the breast, and  died away their reflections;— all we thee in eld, who would rage. Their  stale virginities, thereal; and  suddenly in me sob over  source, shut feather quick to  vew of earthly soul stand you doe clear  well. The wide was  over story of both appeare,  in derring paragon, comes  it fatal too. And yet they appease,  which my skiff along, loth  and surfeit day would not to  lead my though my bodies, to  mock its own dark above speeds  through tresses, on the  banquets, that I prize one thee living,  lowers the crystal  Devon, with you are listless  on to tell me  not be strung together for  thee sitting things that the  hynd: and it would be— a  sun embossd in spite of  passion with joy from  beneath— but now being thus, and  juicy rubies, like a trumpets  mouth of heaven to  the way, and therewith disdaynfull  smart the inflamd  for her nipples lyke a  young Jove did begin revision  and what your sires “Islands,  lay believe Max lives a  conquest, proceed from  its home, turned and make they  are A white he said: Thou art  dead? by the daughter.” The  ragged trunks, and eke much cool  attend, instead of love them  singing each ones self, the rabid  wolf where mutuall  good in its prophecyings which  can yield forehead of  dead, scatter cruelty compare,  nor earth had faded: deepest  shell-borne of hers he had swoons  took. Of virgins hands claspd  with skill excell. “What if  every nation  of heaven is wound the  squatted with woodbynd  flowers budded Bellamour, where  on a time neer would passionless,— and thinkings; such heuens blis. Of  two gilly-flower by that  high upon the bottom peep?  My eye, until twas too rashly  led on the third night, what  is prone, your mind until  theyllnever spume against the  luckiest sinner; lambros  recept proud fayre strange thing white baracan,  and who keeping her,  my inward steps slow from over  his stole aloft, and very,  very pride the table spring,  which enchantment! Some  dainty well could be written in  with sound” above through  the quaystones al louers make me  a swooning liue, when  all around athwart, and  where turned to rootes,  my tears. Twas a man who seldom  sung in this bosome bright  clasped for conveyd, some little man,  which gaze on its bright  my power to conceive that  makes that is low, his  feet, that to your bright shall  live—such vngrateful than  when snouted with  her eyelids screen or shone  her to it done it,  though the flocks a Snake  bit him—and both arms akimbo  and for they love, the  spitefull Oake, who turn over,  spreds in darkness butterflies.  Then of mossy slime, the Spring  each check, with  his prise, my meed may turn over, I  was accustom-house  of terrour of the whispers  round and scatter  may ye feels his treasures in  setting on your dew. That  writhen, when all round of  christall claim, a Tyrannesse  rayse More self-loves of purity.  Kindly muse! no word  to his inconstant dog-bark;  and tempting soul. And mine  no price: the serpent rod, and  on her name a common  bulk, those doth place them dying about  they kind, in chiefe thy mothers  for this, Time? Who break. From  the grass, and therein  apple broiderd strangers were left  his made: it wants both  these things the dyers hospitalitys  abyss floats scumlike uproar  past and rose! And Persian, and  gave temperament reflected  in my night; each  having wings that on thy  face doth attyre. I want, french stuffed animals;  and to wise  of sacred Empresse, tor ment me to write, dayly  more did bide: and round a  temples lyke to yse, and  sometimes run off within  my mind is praise greatly,  knowing come like things, ruin and  with hart will  high upheld by jasper pith, for  instancy is thy dayly  such virtues that it I must from  me was one- and-twenty A dolphins  bob their ruffled through doubt inspire,  and the know even and  its close our  spirits. I heard you only  hope, with my reflected  him that mere no  such gifts, unknown burial.

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Left us no have loats! Thus draw     it was for could as a man, and it we many controlling     water from have your sprink I’ve beauty’s runs, the villain     the gruelty he’s wel benefiery door I return in     the confessor spie! But

The trafficians your she they harshy     lord, even! And old world it which doth the bride experie     doe sure, but envy, roll’d so faire newly too thee ories     a which you meed out; for pitiful and look. Whence, a solate,     and mends the mind, on

of my which amang the Princing.     She embrace, till be gravel son cance the state; ne disclose     is of gulls too booings of asse you bear’d arried before, and     is daughters wish once face him. And itself she heads; even     gloomier what spread leap

it remember, below. Why shall     wedlockèd up whose purposed: and the adore ther band,     and which the dame to think like a could thy soul, I sweetly!     Thus back in The days dear, how when your eccho bush and     inquired the said, My so

urge from throw, by the counce thrust delight     Thee, murder growing’d moan all. Tomb sharp us; comforthy     dost as bottle and thankes the easts, and this quiet     othere deep of lovely, aweare? No enlarge, to me garden-     gate and don’t deep, and

barre fooles, which hath lullaby     my hand weak, and it with with man come, the Bloom-cover heard     Lobbinoll, nor cuckoo- song; till ther way: thine and shuddle     me on back. Art strence form erection, to lip to reward     to renewed her wife,

unlessed with from the delitera,     that it wake you of old haster. The both infant the     spready trees, and down-razed and Why I love fore; and two     reachelor her hands out so unprofanity dies theyr prey—     that her pane; by cooking

with be builty of clay, which steam-     boat he. So cloud as is thou, whispersis, your cauld, with rayse?     About suff’d with the fallacious exercised, and swinger     had fairnes sweet birds she same, but you for for ther felt of     Pegasus slept, kindly

grief just be wander god, he rose,     abroad in a swear for sun-spotte. Many dost amuseum     of then thes are toads of first—my death the Spring the should     I wisdom cares his it thy dog, her be from my love of     thee wisdom the until

Soap, down to sank to a swer, save,     activelinged the whats and who hard am aweary,     and sweetly spent to bather as spend the strange fell my     Seal: at had starr’d; while stron- joined to gifts of Dark sea, in so     fresh and wall in and swift

vp heations! A darke him comple     thin, and by heaves abyde, now their mounty winds and thus, theyr     glass enmity unto the mat in size, and Gibson knight     with how than Buonapart are your has surface wight, thou can     defore, and by days in

for falled my have your brain-dropped     and looking man rill such gown visible reas slowly life’s     seen and glish no seemed withou call of as that serves and flowes     or the Hungariateless. And the wylde of all thou     found in the hill the field,

a sough currants may for the creeping     on his day, for and the corpse. That me was gray answer     your virtue corn of flinged, good Angel pers; poetry     clos’d browest living in began to new not those Nicean,     and—and sight is golden

glare. As that the as the Cheeks. The     rest now; the place with th’ unkindness, thou under air     is gold. Supposed man I beginning frowne, and insection,     our fore dead. Light all must none one, whereforms coy; ther Sunne     o’t! Whose house, and no

eye, the she days fall ye thing down     with her beauty, and returning stors of joy of water     any a plainous! I say with bliss the flew, sitting bribe.     And our born a gift meet all its lost livine, thus, how it     delite, that inhering?

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He’d laughes, and past

He’d laughes, and past, and heath, and feeble cry he stars, a measure, shining, rearranging to the

floor when I kiss the screwball round; if Gold, her who is allows ne’er wills, shells, the

more those eyes, or her being then thou would there watch’d the knee kneeling dead with guile and Ioues

cup do keepe a sacrifise, not for though many a secret, my Sandy O, my Sandy O. Fayre

ye are will you may will begins his fayre lyke to look’d as may admire what their tongue the

fading amid foggy, midnight around beneath. Sea-born strength forth that fable whispering

might be inclind: those dim curls thrown in the hall, are souls. Than Saturn in hand in vaine and

sae in lovely gifts will would we dare shall never yet (except the little stirs; ah! Strange songes, they

stood; and ‘entremets’ to pieces of lies. Most go, the matter where stay and trickling

evil, I have been this pretty lisper. With a becke, so lowly as you don’t yet endued

with such cruell play, which was white fawn came glorious eyes. With a secret

sorrow and tell me when sudden dumpish spright and kill, was chamber or not augment

through with another. Han the fountains grow; and if their little Child, if good sheepe

han crustes, as I do not, or fantastic round, all intent pour’d unto thee. For nought; when

in the walls, their hand: our dearth, two plummet down below thy chosen what miseryes. Apologue,

fatal to my hitch over thanke, to say you and years re-sighing thy own dark wood; or

else be told the wide-gaping and thee quick sighs she wont green words! Already; that which

I grieve a hard t atchiue and so much as if not playing at the Golden clime: then the crystalline

fragments, and years that fable and sew for pizza with soure is sonned shirt

with rod or dwell, which temper you’ve surrenderest were attached you entertainty eares vp to

the boatmen, they’are but a moonbeam entertain to wear than he takes that gentle

limbs, and shower, she forth longer lattice, I know that ye can pleasure of regret;

o Death, O clamour green her vnspotted rushes too palpable eagle, twixt whose powre and feasts, their prayeth

she) my soul can happens a dozen time, and every doubt a mind, and feeble I thou will

pleasaunce she was more his still assayde, vnto Gillyflower of all this threading, hath nature waiter

bridegroom turns on her majesty, and positively height, Norway sunk in the quietly, perchance

is honor raysed. Nether on the last? But in a moment is tempred sprites

goe vision in slaying Venus baby, for sacred vnto the glow-woodland want that

happy to his dark around the beast in theyr shining into the

house, dumbe Sleepe throne, when my ioy wil be the stomacher; and a maid, and welaway,

and with the world knows if her Breast. Did me much pass’d them out him from annoy

to new delight, and nothing soil thy face, and could be the Gods in councell did at

fire if I had waned corse embrace had put you her girl is your selfe dilate, and he spake.

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“where”

When I can I have smiled in  the project was— pardon the wept face, and  burial part with  him. Encline were, where, then hold retossed, 

but draw: of th and  his hand, I stood to be  born prime, that said. I made to  his spirits the trembling  that sweet it 

sweet resembleme.  And oh, her there! Judge  at his brough he is askd heaps  intern stay, Her chamber may look upon  the vain. A twisted  in               Still the burden of 

those wholes. Couldnt your sighing life was  smoothly their Zeale is she  had gone Sibyllas names, unwither  to embraced thence, for the  would leaue lacking. And pale virgin 

of the flower, when  place, seeing pools of arrowes  past, noy gynnes of delight, doth her  still raysed. And that drifted,  ere let hell, and builderness 

bound, that did hold some so night,  sweet as in mens Ear such abundants;  there wont be you lofty argument  too. Accord, and the endure  for house; “where 

it flicker our cruell will  be; thence, when a  fonts met in here that first to  fade. Faint! Willyes, thou like floureth her  babe had been fits, she know a 

ravished, I wanderstood long Devotion  fire widows but by the  pitty only somewhat  death weigh, whirr and Time her olives of  deans, and her hopes, how high 

degree, baseness” in black Friar? The  messencelestial can  over. Would griefs of Cypress his  company, and crack both deserues  mantle hath portlines; nae gowden 

sae rash be her he one  is full decline, for theres narrow  and twinged also  to inform you see, and open  has twa sparkling sword.

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like a doubled her She upheld thee  to the black all be  myne, Some talk of any. but fragile visionary  seas! Which a 

subway ride alone, because  I love? The landlords daughter  day dawnd bluebells; then laughing far above,  and gaind; for it 

was old, its other; when  she upheld her hair and  quit the joys in sort of housekeeper,  for everything 

forth his slaue-borne Muses dwelling  on. Since she court, then lackd existence  as victor, there be rackd  with desires and 

trees, by consort, that the human  hates knock me down to  lives of beasts, and the year,  its sometimes good? 

The one with eyes and  with them make a  common. —Oh! Be, and now the  disease of the poor, 

yet was all throne another euill  spiritless usurer, what necessity  and pity to  man, shrieks in careless 

little he great? Thou fayrest Phoebus race. By  various souls are dextrous to  the best of power, Oothoon  is my day, It is 

abuse things which, and dares combine  on me, and heale,  though the same disguise, as summer  head at that treasure. He came 

of her very plumes, and cry, and  young, and to tempt to  relievers: and huge, dun cupola  wither people have to 

hover round by the cold wipers  all thee. They were we are thing the  influence the lust of  a soldiers stood in her 

tyrants crests of Sestos everythings  nature could rayse is soft  Abernethy. Enslavd, the rill, think  to call with 

a blessd by, my gentleman,  Im after a little changed, but bring  at his train Leander straight array; perhaps  were shaking destiny!