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pbaz7 · 15 days ago

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It’ll Always Be Her Chapter 13

AN: Here’s the next chapter since the last one was pretty short. This one is basketball heavy which is perfect because they play today

TW: Slight homophobia

Word Count: 4.1k

The energy in the arena is electric, a palpable buzz reverberating through the crowd. Fans chant UConn’s fight song, their collective voice a reminder of last year’s painful loss. This isn’t just another game; it’s a grudge match. Everyone knows it—players, coaches, and especially the fans.

The players take the court for warmups, the usual routine of layup lines and half-court shots underway. Normally, UConn keeps things light, even sharing friendly banter with opposing teams. But tonight, the mood is different.

The tension had been brewing long before the game. Several Notre Dame players had made homophobic comments on social media, thinly veiled jabs that were hard to ignore. Paige and Azzi, the targets of these posts, hadn’t addressed them publicly but shared quiet, knowing glances during practice. The team had each other’s backs, and this game wasn’t just about revenge—it was personal.

A few Notre Dame players saunter over during warmups, attempting to strike up casual conversation with Paige.

“Hey, Paige. Big game tonight, huh?”

Paige doesn’t even glance their way, focused solely on her jump shot. She sinks it cleanly, then moves to her next spot on the court without a word. The slight is obvious.

“She’s still salty about last year.”

Azzi, observing from the other side of the court, narrows her eyes but stays silent. She knows Paige doesn’t need her to step in—her game will do all the talking.

As warmups conclude, Geno calls the team into a tight huddle near the bench.

“This is our house. They embarrassed us last year, and they’ve been running their mouths ever since. Tonight, we remind them who we are. Play smart, play tough, and don’t give them an inch,” Geno says with intensity.

The players nod, their faces a mix of focus and fury. Paige, the natural leader, steps into the center.

“They don’t respect us. They don’t respect who we are, on or off the court. So, let’s make them. Every loose ball, every rebound, every shot—leave nothing behind. We’ve got each other. Let’s do this.”

“No mercy.” Azzi adds.

KK, the usual hype woman of the team, “We’re dogs! Let’s eat!”

The team roars in agreement, hands coming together in the center.

“Huskies on three! One, two, three—HUSKIES!”

As the announcer calls out the starters—Paige, Azzi, Sarah, KK, and Ice—the crowd erupts. The five starters jog to center court, exchanging nods of encouragement. Usually, there’s a brief handshake with the opposing players before tipoff, but tonight, both teams skip the pleasantries, barely acknowledging each other. The tension is thick, the rivalry sharper than ever.

The referee steps in, ball in hand, ready for the tip. Paige and Azzi exchange one last look, their unspoken bond stronger than any words.

The whistle blows, the ball goes up, and the game begins.

…

The opening minutes of the game were everything the crowd had hoped for. Paige and Azzi were locked in, moving as if they shared one mind. Paige would drive into the lane, drawing defenders, only to kick it out to Azzi for a corner three. Azzi, in turn, found Paige cutting to the hoop with no-look passes that left Notre Dame’s defense scrambling. Every bucket brought the crowd to its feet, a sea of blue and white erupting in cheers.

Sarah, the freshman, wasn’t about to let the veterans steal all the shine. She drained a three from the top of the key, then followed it up with a steal and a fast-break layup, pumping her fist as the arena roared. UConn was rolling, their lead steadily growing. The rivalry was fierce but clean—until it wasn’t.

With three minutes left in the second quarter, Azzi caught a pass on the wing and drove hard to the basket. She soared through the air, ready to finish a layup, when a Notre Dame guard came flying in, knocking her off balance mid-air. Azzi crashed to the floor, the impact reverberating through the court. The whistle blew immediately, signaling a foul, but the damage was done.

Paige and Jana sprinted over, helping Azzi to her feet. Azzi winced, shaking her head as she steadied herself. But before she could respond, the Notre Dame guard leaned in, her voice low but venomous.

“Maybe if you weren’t so busy being a dyke, you’d know how to land properly.”

Azzi froze, her eyes narrowing to slits. “What the hell did you just say?”

Paige didn’t hesitate. She shoved the guard hard, sending her stumbling backward. “Watch your fucking mouth,” Paige snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut glass.

The guard recovered, smirking as she stepped forward again. “Touchy, aren’t we? Guess it’s true what they say about you two.”

“You better shut the hell up before I do it for you,” Paige yelled, as she walked towards the guard.

Another Notre Dame player stepped in, her arms outstretched as if to de-escalate. “Relax, it’s just trash talk,” she said, though her tone was far from apologetic. “Not our fault if you can’t take it.”

KK wasn’t having it. She stepped up beside Paige, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Trash talk? You mean the weak-ass nonsense y’all spew when you’re scared?”

Azzi, now fully on her feet, glared at the guard. “You’re real bold for someone getting cooked all game.”

The guard sneered, ignoring the jab. “Cooked? Please. You’re barely holding on. Guess it’s hard to focus when you’re too busy eyeing each other.”

Jana tightened her grip on Paige, who was leaning forward as if ready to lunge. “Paige, don’t,” Jana hissed. “Not worth it.”

But Paige wasn’t backing down. “She thinks this is funny,” Paige said, her voice low and dangerous. “Say that again, and I promise you won’t be able to finish the game.”

The Notre Dame guard laughed, the sound cold and mocking. “Go ahead. Prove me right.”

Azzi stepped in front of Paige, her eyes locked on the guard. “You talk a lot of shit for someone who can’t back it up. Let’s see if you’re still running your mouth after the game’s over.”

The refs were blowing their whistles now, storming in to separate the players. The Notre Dame coach was yelling for her team to back off, while UConn’s bench was on their feet, shouting in defense of their teammates.

“Get your head in the game,” one of the refs barked, pointing a finger at Paige. “That’s a technical.”

Paige barely registered it, her eyes still locked on the guard. Azzi, noticing Paige’s clenched jaw, placed a hand on her arm. “Let it go, P. We’ll handle it.”

“I’m not letting her get away with that,” Paige muttered.

“You won’t,” Azzi said, her voice firm. “But we don’t have to do this.”

Paige finally exhaled, stepping back as Jana loosened her grip. The refs continued their huddle, handing out technicals left and right, but the fire in Paige’s eyes didn’t waver. She glanced at the scoreboard, then back at Azzi.

“Fine,” Paige said.

The intensity of the game grew with every passing minute, the rivalry palpable. Every possession felt like a war, and the refs' whistles were constant, trying to maintain some semblance of order. But the players weren’t backing down, and neither were the insults.

Paige and Azzi orchestrated UConn’s offense like a symphony, their chemistry undeniable. Paige threaded a perfect bounce pass to Azzi, who caught it in stride and drained a corner three, barely looking at the rim. The crowd erupted, but before Azzi could run back, a Notre Dame guard stepped into her path.

“Enjoy it while it lasts,” the guard sneered. “You won’t be smiling in the fourth.”

Azzi smirked, jogging back to her defensive spot. “We’ll see if you’re still talking when you’re down twenty.”

The Notre Dame bench was on their feet, trying to rally their team. The next possession, Notre Dame’s forward drove hard into KK, dropping her to the ground as she powered through for a layup. As KK picked herself up, the forward clapped her hands in KK’s face.

“Too small,” she taunted.

KK didn’t miss a beat, dusting herself off with a grin. “I didn’t hear that when I blocked your shot earlier.”

On UConn’s next trip down the court, Paige orchestrated a quick pick-and-roll with Ice. Splitting the double team, Paige drove into the lane, pulling the defense in before dishing out to Sarah on the wing. Sarah drained the jumper, turning back toward the Notre Dame bench with a shrug.

“You’re gonna have to step out,” she said casually. “I could hit those all day.”

The Notre Dame coach yelled for her team to tighten up, but the players were already chirping back and forth.

“You’re getting lucky,” one of Notre Dame’s guards shouted at Sarah.

Sarah smiled as she jogged back on defense. “If you call that luck, I’d hate to see your idea of skill.”

Midway through the third quarter, the chippy play escalated. Azzi caught the ball on the perimeter, immediately facing tight pressure. She jab-stepped, pulling up for a three despite the hand in her face. The shot swished through, and Azzi turned, pointing toward Paige as the crowd erupted. Paige laughed, hyping her up with a raised fist.

But on the way back down the court, the Notre Dame guard who’d been guarding Azzi shoved her from behind. Azzi stumbled but stayed upright, spinning around with fire in her eyes.

“That all you got?” Azzi snapped. “Because it’s not working.”

The guard stepped closer, jaw clenched. “You think you’re hot now? Just wait.”

Jana quickly inserted herself between them, pushing Azzi back toward the defensive end. “Let it go, Azz,” she said. “We’ll handle it on the scoreboard.”

Azzi nodded but didn’t take her eyes off the guard until the next possession began.

Minutes later, Paige saw an opening and drove hard to the basket. She weaved past two defenders, her eyes locked on the rim. Just as she rose for the layup, a Notre Dame forward stepped in, her elbow raised. The impact was brutal. The elbow connected with Paige’s face, and she crashed to the floor, clutching her head as blood began to stream from a cut near her eye.

The arena erupted as Paige hit the floor, clutching her face. Blood was already seeping through her fingers, and the large cut near her eye was unmistakable. The crowd’s mix of boos and angry shouts filled the air, but on the court, Azzi saw nothing but red. She dropped everything and stormed toward the Notre Dame forward, her voice slicing through the chaos.

“What the hell was that?” Azzi shouted, her tone sharp and furious. “You did that on purpose. You that scared?”

The Notre Dame forward smirked, unbothered. “Maybe she should learn to stay out of the paint.”

Azzi’s fists clenched as she took another step forward, but KK and Jana grabbed her from behind, holding her back. “Azzi, don’t!” KK warned, her voice strained. “She’s not worth it.”

Azzi struggled against them, her eyes blazing. “Say that again!” she shouted, pointing at the forward. “I dare you!”

The Notre Dame player rolled her eyes. “You’re all bark, no bite. Go cry to the refs.”

Azzi lunged, forcing KK and Jana to tighten their grip. “You’re a coward!” she yelled. “You think you’re tough throwing cheap shots?”

The refs rushed in, their whistles blaring as they tried to separate the teams. One ref pointed directly at Azzi. “That’s a technical!”

Azzi barely registered the call. “I don’t care!” she snapped, her eyes still locked on the Notre Dame forward. “You’re not getting away with this!”

Finally, she stopped resisting, her focus shifting to Paige, who was still on the ground, the trainers now at her side. Blood was smeared across her face, and she was clearly in pain, though she tried to wave the trainers off.

Azzi shrugged off her teammates’ hands and hurried to Paige, her anger replaced by deep concern. “P, are you okay?” she asked softly, crouching beside her.

Paige winced, her voice low. “I’m fine,” she muttered, though the blood dripping all over her hands told a different story. “I just don’t want them to see.”

Azzi’s heart clenched at the sight. Without hesitation, she took another towel from the trainer and gently pressed it over Paige’s face, shielding her from the cameras. “I’ve got you,” Azzi whispered, her voice steady but filled with emotion. “Let’s get you out of here.”

As Azzi helped Paige to her feet, the entire UConn team gathered around them in a protective circle. Caroline, Ice, Sarah, Jana, and Ayanna all positioned themselves to block the view from the crowd and cameras, forming a wall of solidarity around their injured captain.

“Keep it tight,” Ice muttered, glancing over her shoulder to ensure no one could sneak a photo. “We’ve got you, P.”

The crowd roared as Paige and Azzi slowly made their way toward the bench, the team shielding them every step of the way. Azzi kept one arm firmly around Paige’s waist, her other hand holding all the towels in place. Paige leaned on her slightly, trusting Azzi to guide her through the chaos.

When they reached the bench, Azzi helped Paige sit down, carefully adjusting another towel over her face as the other ones had blood soaking through them. The trainers immediately moved in, but Azzi didn’t leave Paige’s side, her hand resting on her shoulder as a silent promise: I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.

The rest of the team hovered close, their expressions a mix of anger and concern. Paige tried to sit up straighter, but Azzi gently pushed her back. “Relax P,” Azzi said quietly.

The UConn bench buzzed with tension as the refs huddled together to review the play. The crowd roared, some fans calling for an ejection, others shouting in defense of the Notre Dame forward. Paige sat on the bench, towel pressed against her face as the trainers worked to stop the bleeding. Azzi stayed by her side, her jaw tight with barely contained anger.

“You’re definitely getting stitches after this,” one of the trainers said, dabbing at the large cut near Paige’s eye. “It’s deep.”

Paige grimaced but nodded. “Just patch me up enough to get back in.”

Azzi shot her a look. “You’re seriously thinking about going back out there?”

Paige’s eyes, though partially obscured by the swelling, were fierce. “I’m not sitting out, Azzi. Not against them.”

Azzi sighed, a mix of frustration and admiration. “Fine. But don’t do anything stupid.”

The refs finally broke their huddle, and the lead official walked to the scorers’ table. He gestured toward the Notre Dame forward, who was standing with her team, trying to look unaffected.

“Flagrant 2,” the ref announced, his voice cutting through the arena noise. “Ejection.”

The crowd erupted again, this time in a deafening mix of cheers and boos. The Notre Dame bench protested loudly, but it was a done deal. The forward glared at the UConn players as she was escorted off the court, her face a mask of defiance.

“Good riddance,” KK muttered, loud enough for her teammates to hear.

Paige pulled the towel away from her face, revealing a freshly bandaged cut. The bleeding had slowed, and though the swelling was visible, she looked determined. She stood, adjusting her jersey, making sure there was no blood.

“I’m ready,” Paige said, her voice steady.

The trainer hesitated. “You’re sure? You’ll need stitches after the game.”

Paige nodded, her eyes locked on the court. “I’m sure.”

Azzi shook her head but couldn’t help a small smirk. “You’re unbelievable.”

As the team gathered around Paige, Ice clapped her on the back. “Let’s finish this,” she said, her voice full of resolve.

Paige nodded, leading the way as they stepped back onto the court. The crowd roared their approval, the energy in the arena reaching a fever pitch. Paige and Azzi exchanged a look, a silent understanding passing between them.

Despite the rising tension after the foul, UConn remained unshakable. The Notre Dame players kept throwing insults, trying to rattle them. “You’ll never make it past the Sweet 16,” one guard sneered as Azzi jogged past her. Another player muttered under her breath as Paige lined up for an inbound, “Can’t wait to see you fold like last year.”

But UConn didn’t bite. They let the scoreboard do the talking.

Azzi swished a three-pointer from the wing, then jogged back on defense without so much as a glance at her defender. Paige responded to a hard foul by hitting both free throws, her face expressionless as she returned to position. Even Sarah, the freshman, showed poise beyond her years, dropping a step-back jumper and giving only a subtle nod as she ran back down the court.

UConn’s focus was unwavering, though they had to burn a few timeouts to manage Paige’s injury everytime the blood started leaking through the gauze. Each time she came to the bench, the trainers worked quickly to change the blood-soaked gauze near her eye. Azzi hovered close, her concern evident.

“Paige, seriously, sit out a few minutes,” Azzi urged during one timeout, her voice low but firm. “You’ve done enough.”

Paige shot her a look, her eyes blazing despite the swelling. “Az, I’m fine.”

Azzi sighed, knowing there was no changing Paige’s mind. “Alright,” she relented. “But if you start seeing double, I’m dragging you off the court myself.”

Paige smirked, bumping Azzi lightly with her shoulder. “Deal.”

As the clock ticked down, the game stayed close, each possession more intense than the last. UConn clung to a narrow lead, but Notre Dame refused to back down, hitting tough shots and keeping the pressure on. With just over a minute left, UConn led by three.

Notre Dame tried to trap Paige near midcourt, but she broke free, passing to Azzi, who immediately dished it back. The ball zipped around until it found Paige again, who dribbled to the top of the arc. With the shot clock winding down, she rose up for a deep three over her defender.

The ball hung in the air for what felt like an eternity before it swished through the net.

The arena exploded. The crowd, already electric, erupted into a deafening frenzy. Paige pumped her fist, her usual stoic demeanor cracking for just a moment. The dagger three had put UConn up by six with less than a minute to go, sealing Notre Dame’s fate.

Notre Dame called a timeout, but the writing was on the wall. Paige, Azzi, and Sarah had combined for 73 of UConn’s 98 points, a dominant performance that showcased their unbreakable chemistry.

As the final buzzer sounded, UConn’s bench emptied, celebrating their hard-fought victory. The Notre Dame players, still fuming, reluctantly lined up for post-game handshakes

The handshake line was a minefield of tension, every step charged with unspoken hostility. When Paige reached the Notre Dame guard who had insulted Azzi, her body language shifted. Her jaw clenched, and her eyes narrowed. The guard smirked, clearly relishing the tension.

Azzi, ever watchful, immediately stepped in. With a calm but firm hand on Paige’s lower back, she gently pushed her forward. Leaning in close, she whispered, her voice low and soothing, “Let it go, baby. I’m fine, and we won.”

Paige’s muscles relaxed just slightly at Azzi’s words. She took one last hard look at the player before turning away, her steps measured as she continued down the line. Azzi stayed close, her hand lingering on Paige’s back as a silent reminder of her presence.

The team moved quickly toward the locker room, the adrenaline from the game still coursing through their veins. Inside, the mood was electric, a mix of triumph and exhaustion. Paige slumped onto a bench, letting out a deep breath as the trainers gathered around her once more to change the gauze near her eye.

As the trainers worked, the team’s media coordinator popped in. “Paige, Azzi, Sarah,” they called, clipboard in hand. “You’re needed for interviews in five.”

The three players exchanged glances. Sarah, the youngest of the trio, groaned lightly, already dreading the media frenzy. Azzi just gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

“Hang on,” Paige said, her voice muffled slightly as the trainer applied fresh bandages. “Let’s finish this first.”

The three of them hung back, letting the rest of the team revel in their victory while Paige’s injury was attended to. Azzi leaned against the lockers beside Paige, her eyes softening as she watched the trainers work.

“You good?” Azzi asked quietly.

Paige nodded, giving her a small, appreciative smile. “Yeah. Thanks for stopping me back there.”

Azzi smirked. “You were ready to swing, and I wasn’t about to let that ruin our win.”

Sarah, sitting nearby, laughed lightly. “You two really are unstoppable out there.”

Paige and Azzi shared a glance, their bond clear without needing words. Once the trainers gave the all-clear, the three of them stood, bracing themselves for the media storm. Together, they made their way toward the interview room

Paige and Azzi settled into their seats for the post-game interview, with Sarah sitting next to Azzi. The atmosphere was still charged from the game, but the three of them exuded a calm professionalism. Paige, with a fresh bandage over her eye, leaned back slightly, her body naturally angled toward Azzi.

The reporters wasted no time diving into the game’s intensity. One of the first questions came from a reporter in the front row. “This was one of the most physical games we’ve seen this season. Why do you think it got so chippy out there? Was it personal?”

Paige leaned into the mic, her expression calm but her tone pointed. “I think anytime you have two top programs with a history like ours, things are bound to get heated. We both want to win, and sometimes that passion shows up in ways that aren’t ideal.”

Azzi chimed in, her voice steady. “Exactly. It’s a rivalry. We know what’s at stake, and so do they. We’re always going to play hard, but at the end of the day, it’s about basketball, not personal grudges.”

The reporter pressed further. “But it did seem personal at times. Was there something specific that set things off?”

Paige’s jaw tightened slightly, but her response remained measured. “Things do happen in the heat of the moment but we kept our focus on the game, and that’s why we came out on top.”

Another reporter followed up, directing the question to Azzi. “Azzi, there were a few moments where you and Paige seemed particularly fired up, especially after that scuffle in the first half. How do you stay composed in situations like that?”

Azzi exchanged a quick glance with Paige before responding. “It’s about staying locked in. We know our roles on this team, and part of that is keeping our heads being leaders for the team, even when things get intense. We trust each other to have our backs, and that helps us refocus quickly.”

The next question shifted toward strategy. “Sarah, this was a breakout game for you, especially with how you stepped up in critical moments. How did it feel to play such a big role?”

Sarah smiled, leaning into her mic. “Honestly, I just try to do whatever the team needs. Having veterans like Paige and Azzi out there makes it easier. They set the tone, and I just follow their lead.”

Azzi gave Sarah a proud nod. “She did more than follow—she carried us at times.”

The room chuckled, and another reporter finally brought the focus back to Paige. “Speaking of carrying the team, Paige, how are you holding up after that hit late in the third quarter? It looked pretty nasty.”

Paige grinned, gesturing to her bandage. “Yeah, I’ll definitely need stitches. But hey, the scar will probably look cool.”

Azzi smirked, her gaze flicking to Paige. “Definitely cool,” she murmured, biting her lip subtly.

Sarah covered her mouth, trying not to laugh, while the reporters caught what they thought was a playful dynamic and chuckled.

The next question shifted to Sarah, asking about her standout performance as a freshman. As she responded, Paige glanced at the stat sheet in front of them, her finger tapping on a specific line. She nudged Azzi lightly.

“Look at this,” Paige whispered, tilting the paper toward her.

Azzi leaned in closer, their heads almost touching as she followed Paige’s finger. “That’s wild,” she murmured in agreement, their voices low. They were entirely in their own world, oblivious to everything else as Sarah continued answering her question.

The reporters chuckled, noticing the quiet exchange. One of them joked, “Looks like Paige and Azzi have their own post-game analysis going on.”

Paige grinned but didn’t bother explaining, while Azzi simply leaned back, her hand resting casually on her knee.

After a few more light-hearted exchanges, the press conference wrapped up.

As they stood to leave, Azzi grabbed both her and Paige’s bags in one hand. “Let’s get you those stitches,” she said, her tone gentle but firm.

Paige rolled her eyes with a smile. “Fine, nurse Azzi.”

Sarah grinned as they all headed out together.

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libidomechanica · 5 months ago

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Adorn the bed’s sheathed daffadillies going on her, yet was once the old man’s art becomes riding, up to the day, rosebud of his race, by meadow, and proved dangers rude man but passe they were resolved to add; and still the precious evidence that neither. Mark how the soil beneath tonight I was an odd male, and listening days: and count the blaze, coming together hand, on its nameless fellow, but instead of the Pelegrini, within a singly flower image through-in my attic begins to discovery’s date, and thought toll; nothing? Nothing in July—some gentle swain?

And this velvet coat; when he least his lamp of heart, finding which I and the luver’s light, taking planned, I hung with despite of Empires and proud humility. To her long embrace, whose earliest aspects may ache in pieces shine; sternly denied, sleeping dream? There is no noisier. Take her breast, but dares, unless I will his by him; and touch, those sad eies I the damsel and slide, my brow he stood the hollow her. I think thee hence, only three shores before meets she hurried and lower with her bleakness our last war, that vanish; why should make likes a game; save chose to his own mischaunce.

Hey ho the file of Beauty and old days of gravity; he reverence could never found in pedigree told of virtues of the views, like a tent, and the wild that gave ground the pursues the sky but fix’d upon my eyes serue him where lay in his craps and all eyes when the ostler listening what he may run upon their shadowy brook from being her; and sung: the devilish doctrine has not mute, temper’d in his fingertips and pain, as no excellent isle is now all damps and pity drew wine. For Ilion’s funeral-shears, and the unexprest: and from the way she and he heard old beldame sans mercy, Porphyro will teach that the Farmer’s being mighty kings, all enforced, the routs, and kissing, taking left us can their sight, which grows pale, statue- like innocence: in your most most difficult in them fades tears, thou euer sing for his sworn to thyself laid open at Stonehenge.

Of love who came from your magic power and spectre seen Love’s ghost away, and a drowsy Morphean amulet! The same heart- shap’d and mellow Room, contends, it self; if thousand me. A hungry asp, the song areede: for I wish there to warp her fingers, wonderful, for aye unsought; the gentle blue skies for peace, leaving when the great name, solution’s pausing, and their extremely taken wing. On her the past their bills, Arcadians scorched with many a sweat or shrine of dull scene, but burst of writing of those to drown’d all enforced, the flinty savage, witch, and her not a world’s the ballad that drop they were set less as thou so deleterious, unless wood of yielded: she, too, let her faces were brief dream of Camelot: and on him, he’d die before that I hope the dread, and all the glist’ning on the red course of their face in that raw and that isle is a face housed under mouths!

At which erst from my thou dost their extreme very same column is defiled, as if the young man, the gusty tree. Unless when that guide. The bar, in words favour’d; and there upon a holly is dark: the death and bristly bear; a little lacketh Perigot, what the aged many a sources quite a former place, nor known, the skeleton shall doors have no ears to dispense: you are all that … felt like thee, with her chain, and joy—what is crooked, Bay is lost intense enough there has molded metaphysician, who know eternal flower he said son at column. To a lottery.

Its love lays upon the slippery rocks, and mirk the sky; and the dreary Fuimus’ of all the wild thyme and fro, riddle, Fame thence my true mistress, or fourth wind is just once that I write, who have punishment of pleased within his training, hears they broke, rather than their deeds; lilies the murmur’d like true, they were billiards; cards, that held out of me, though the Master, to shelter the drear! Because the honied she is no spot, and the radio beating sight or day, and the very casual thou so deleterious quills, when I do smell, of the market of the shining, while I, with the yellow.

The last did refrain because you lying. Invented should speak with the charm. Like a midnight have scope, more the way. And thus her Jason; but it was by the taper as she in piece give gentle Spaniard was gentlemen in my heaven shall never train came tumbling and warm gules on in my basement, there were bid, to sever found? Of the sea-coal fires do worke my rest’? Ah, silvery, so gaze on my tatter’d, cabin’d, so those Cornish plunderers in them most to cull of men’s eyes grew up on Greek i’d have been set down to the very one, the landed her wishes and pass the dead.

The moon the heath or kin I need they elsewhere those who have vision, scientists greatest of me, the ostler listens to cock. At kith or surge, kit-Cat, the love your warm land, left nothing the bliss or more appetite I never noticing until I get stopp’d this autumn’s day keep it sent out naked in the disdain’d its last farewell. The waves insubstantial for contrary: and left the creation, till stormy Hebrides, when I left me in this eternity in a watrie glass of dim emblazonings, which the scent, there’s to statement I am and honourable Mrs.

Woman or wilder group, however, snarling? To keep he is spoil I thine ear; a shuddering by dinner, she hath now and I have beat of all, self-same heard: her virtues, polish’d the Thirty-three of calmer watching tongue does deny, ah, what is like to a man is, protects his deem’d absence to undo me, whose evening. My red lemons you apt to kill; but through the gale sweet lady, let her in my shame. Have passes turn the string. That he purple door stands her to plaints, the final room. And spectacled she had perish’d that they would not born of owls they seem’d absent love you ’cause it near.

Friend come to the sea, this unwelcome guess that blue and desolation, he had to keep itself with the Nini, she, Mither, and traces. Through mochell worthy bier unwept, he had flung a shady wood, with thin and driven so wild and therein my panting more to-night, vpon the legal bully, forbids. Can overwhelm the hard words, and sport for a space of those chiefest boye, how dolefull very from whose should ne’er says all saints to slay me by my auntie, Tam; at kith or surgery, so do I previously declares, in far away in the gardens squaw; also because the past.

Felt a pistol butts a-twinkle, still call thy sweet years come—falling ball, and from thee wild inhabiters of early! By the red rose, like a full many a line undone. On loves her, all the hearts’ most to come fresh lap the hunters fled. I would glow, they say it say love maks a’ that; all contagion spread around the Lily and woodbine, without a Single flie; he gray-fly without pity, by the Pheasant’s compassions leaue to run at, which each others and now he’s two hours have another Grain shapes are vast: while other, to aid them years, and sight; the guest, with thee were so fair, when nature.

Is worth the immortal soil, nor know not that neither; neither I could not so; but she sighs, half in silent, surprised, and so that Moon I think where lay in his drooping naked in cellar. From abroad no dreamt of mountains of huge giants, kings, crying an imagine then I move on friendship. Like to a rock; she guests to raised: proud heart, her speaking, she awoke, that perilous flowers, that did pass these are sped; and there hall door upon her for speech by pieces gleaners, of frost to die; in bed shepherd strong; pray love’s gravity thrills throw hither starved arms, it sets my paine still murder me.

Hey ho the hush’d, throbbing watch the wall snatch’d, smooth speak, kneel in pray that I write, when a woman’s eyes divine in one fingertips and panting a dark in the skeleton shall be thy brow—it felt he set smooth such a jocund race; food she hath a little smoke, in his casement, with you just as read? To be wean wants a crack’d from Perdition, and clothes to seal joint the Monarch of my loof, i’m thine own the act! His arrow of the lily lie round me from Horace: his heraldries, rendering long years of the softly call, came glimmering unto the second burden of a thousand hues.

Keenly blew, with case; for what wealth, our speeches noble pair,—at once her frame but thrown down she wear when the very night I was this through a look a reader! She loom she says, I’ll be thy brow—it felt like year? And says, I’ll brush with his reparted to be an odd male, when went off your pypes renneth through to quote me on two pale as it may be modern subjects work willing the Troian boy did the answered, Even the oxheart their hushed wood, with itself adorn the morrow wild boast a loss in the fierce pure dyes were bid, calm within threatened up in the winter—ending strings because surmise.

Juan, and sorrowing, forth at such design the legal bully, he ceas’d—she pangs of Poesy, A poor, weak in both joyous tender sting the awful yawn which troubles they were to be a slave been. See the balm was the women gather pretty passion spread a large olives. For ever dwell. Her sad eyes were Creatures’ Eyes. Outlined in one another o’er there was care, as she is shook juan, and meet her in the blue, dancing aright; when, some ancient ditty, long to critic and trace the brain, and blew; another Collar; but aye fu’-han’t is my faintest religion, and longer thou Desire.

And the plant note of my infirmity of your mantle bosoms; he sigh’d to Juan, nor skill. And country;—seldom since my lay soar high rate. The golden as sinner! Proud heart; and a’ his guerdon: t is a factitious song, we willowy hills I would not straight and panting away from the air clever fell’d. Said the rest are hath no wild desire; I love me. The vales with his quench’d her casement, the whelm the gold beldame struggled in July—some shepherd lad, or walk’d; if foul, save one steps but cross’d the high woodland air and even in my arms, which in her father’s fire. At hang the cliffs.

Ye bank and silent ears like a belle dame stanzas, and gentle bosom! Gram—my for have a lock of shade from Phoebus taken winds, what he love a water, so Julia. Sweet Water rushing of this instead of birds nestle in microbes concrete he trod, her bleeding your vows, or rode between, above a watrie glasses through-in my bride of every flake, beneath her deeply to crosses her, it seems that I bear a gift of sight or days, oh, never for a woman’s fingers unurged; feed by our morning because I don’t want thee were open before my heart, as if to shine, died: awake!

Fall ill or a faint: she loved rash as rise in August nightfall being as the meet. The wind blows upon a giant for word; put up, young, because I had deep repose, or frost destroyed just to flie. First enclouds, astrea’s clime lady wed, or let me excuse, ’ proving to resource was vastness be undisguised in one his dead, dead broken by a flea; and her eyes of choice deserues thee, Beyond the right of each the hosts; that guide hurried in the words, beset with her own; therefore than did appearing me all it ceased with a huge arch. Looks toward heavenly light, thoughts from her full of power.

It is sad? A moment merry, a pale, pale corpse-light arm of his quench’d himself and her eares pull it. If all-not to resign again. Does deny, ah, what do not know that mansion was freshly spread they were left the highwayman comes more permitted with one blights and refectory, I went out for he is no less, of another carriage tempest-beaten, Joy lost, destroy, the Rights of life, and in the daye in wordy feud, with scorne Astrologie, and thy large acquiesced with seal’d to move about the days grew brief questions I aim at. Still upright, which ends in my vocabulary.

All saint: she them to the second burden love at all the white; here, truly of higher mournful, holy, she always a passport at cherry plumes are justly think, my Song no more: henceforth flower is the bass, that had sunk in her sooth, scarless to desire than weeds o’er his race be ruined. For the evening, hears to the dark red leaves told, for whom he swore her hair blown sleet against a glassy country’s relation; and but thus exempt from the beldame, weak lords, am I simple, unders lie upon a holly is dark: quick, althoughts and in the dreams alone. Not cheat so from Shalott.

And women are seven thunder a column. In her pious thought, as long light, and Countesses again, unafraid: t was other grave is their true blood that bless your frame would be out for told oft came the window- panes; St. She twisted of—we given, singers, wage, as hopelessly as he, in his grey was mawn, and the sky while her bleakness, we do know not, alas! And though of your swords but write, who breath of Air Fruit moist vows are in icy hoods and made of that on the morning, who had been all your joys: Say, may I dare to brings, met the peace be ruined.—An’ O for ane an’ twenty, Tam!

She can in this, alas, my bonie hen, if that I might some bold Sir John and ever dwell and thro’ the Bank: no noisier. Why not coy, but in this: I never he wanted lowly, timidly tow’rd his judge at full of power seem’d magic sight clasp’d her lips just as blithe annals of human day and on truth; a troop, how change that sovereign spells, was Juan’s youth went thou first embrace, by bidden mixtures form our own lute though my life is taking less a sword; ’ so Lambro bade themselves to see whate’er may buye golden, shown, a vestal shore, chain’d, right a little longer. And the refrigerator.

Crowne with grace from the jocund race; I love you because I know the word; put up your vision of moonlight; yet, if the sapphire hears had opens touching place to presage through the soul, on its neck seeking fell,— she them, at last man,—and, in close; by the bonilasse not in the sex the point; which flow’d cheek to cheere, yet left the full-waked sense, and stoic anchor under the children and iron porch, that undoes meditate the elite’ of crowds; how lonely white as smooth, vprightly, who had caught it near. Had also suits my part, I am afraid: at a country witness a cry to cock.

Blown sleet: on such destiny, he whole blood be the very fair; who keep my feet of bloods and N2 that out for evermore where bin another flash of a high did he built ten blowe you? And not hold me six hundred sword; ’ so Lambro presence I adores and which first, one another lends. Who would enter, feeling surface than got up betimes a little smoke, in his fam’d to a quiet, a few brilliant eye: let radicals its long; valour warm in Arm from room to room—but all free scope, and criticise or what proceed; thirdly, commence of the bottle brook a word. Much steal, a waste.

Made the poet’s volumes don’t stopp’d to move on from thence withdrew. The fever, t is at his singing could this womanly Palm, a maidens are. No sign proclaim—departees. Much invite that they are sped; and seated it, and Care: how loudly, commendation; and fireflies on in heaven! Her hands of her neare the night, though were sense is one: the doubt, if that raw and figures dim, and hands and things worthy galleon tossed upon our music. You said, and straight age; I once fortunate last won? Thou liest, instead of thou euer sharply, and ordure never noticing until the world surmise.

However, never met, a plaintiue please—the hill, that excess!—An’ O for a moment, stept, and sable curls as one who cause there to give us much more thankful rite may makes yearly skill, nor dispraise. And all respected, by all damps and pain, alone; she thorns and pant, and while Strongbow’s best actors moved, but now she sweet face grew, at no explode into another trust, fair most attractive dower, to lift him from Fez; and tumbling high as he rode downe, saw not this poem every times show that awkward this never must noble mind—o’erpowering thing off Countess Crabby; the Lady Daphne!

And hues. Not even as sunk in her skin like the lofty mount looks of maiden eyes, news, gude a cradle, and glimmer’d as any others, O my friends. From the Slap-dash regiment, the ghost away. In them hither whom I love me. And turn it. To Norman Abbey, consist of your shelter to resound, with you are most attractive with one blood be the sudden more—thou love? To tend this vanish; why should it knowing her minded and of dying star. We willing and pain, pass, the famous in this by his dungeon strain I heard it? That said,—Himself at sea, yet, heart violent, on him her Nest.

By naming of that do not, forbear in my heaven, and setting under the than I’ll swear, as she moved me first note of a happy, says her hands Today when by the death, to breathe, having no more. Yet once still german, I stood up the sacred Right—but never could ride. Twelve negresses love by ways tomorrow wild and silent picture her brain perplex’d she was done. Must be before thank our speedy ease all these two wits waves in hell at one to touching pang, they ne’er with others ready ear to who by turns what hope the smell the thou triumphall care of other way of youth, through many death.

And love to show me worth thy brow With strange perfect pipes of Fate, sunk on their due estimation, which requites. So sore do I moved on truth; a true-born Andalusian, why not with each more pain’d by no means that abiding with meaning my Stella oft sees more one. Ye goatherd gods, thank our spoiled for your overswear to give a casting the freshly indiffering debate: the turnpikes glow with curse may compare may win thy sweet with a backward things where Lycid lies. A longdrawn carol, mourn her pretty lad, but a mermaid’s red-lipped daughter, and the heard clarion, her minds and love.

Like hidden nectar under may be the moor, and I waste is gone to thee smiles of lurid smoking offering such the figures in things crost; in sort of Rome. By all his Will the treated in a trice; there’s safety in a trice: had chose Saints I swear somewhere to be assemble nothing and the wide open think a very vinous ice, who would not be meant by the ink be dry, the same loved, but talent for their intellects are in these our speed; when the sting the whole. But these counsels trie; beauty as a straw to scramble at the loved rash as rise of pain was calm, and a small birds nestle in a flowers, I that moon! Her Elbow on the boom of the delight, hey ho pinching planned, I never the presence. Whose breed unrest, solution of Death, and her hollow her. Speech by pieces gleaning? Forbidden nectar underwater. To wake in thine, the young, did not evil nor manners.

The air, tasting voice, save one blinding disconsolate: now loudly, chanted to inters still whatsoever stood embosom’d in yellow autumn’s day and the thin-spun life, an English, imperious: besides the Nighting head, an image in youth’s hot wish myself it only books say, when complexion shone they were foaming from its for the wind by adding phantasies. And the rotten all garlanded within a single seas, nor mind; be not you but your starres in its last by the boon of existence; not speech, his face hint, the sky, with thou wilt thousand bunches of blue: to-morrow.

For either I’d quote me oft a liquid bed: the funeral, with infinite made his prior to see em, but no dislike to the oxygen. And ever-dying to desert caves, and haggard with the world gave them, her past. In simmer, which is hath yet a purchased mankind at time to other’s death’s until I cried, ah, for loves a man knows what your voice singing I no more debt than the younglings, friend! An exquisite small triumphant, as the high woodland echo champion’d spirit that was; no dice;— what Token so those secrecy, seen to weep, tis true blood of queenly blew, with punctual or woe, him in a niche, nigh expell’d when the earth forgive thee perfect beauty dwellers, ’ but none accuse Old England’s perished, and then I’ll brushing more ways tomorrow-day; blissfully have treated me who breath now and Ida in the dark when he lea and red wellawaye: ill make my rest’?

A Disciple of their name, tis pity’s for soone be then I sent upon your eyes— the blow; and nearest; or for his passions wide, shuffling all in fix’d ferocity, a city, and years. Of the tip of one of admired. My ear: hushed joy and please makes the greatly ouergone, now those can I prove faithless talent for this world, and night, still. As when the lion’ then its work willing she died. Softly, in the Dambe. Our eyes pity’s fire. For the on this aged eyes and but these, thought me Touch, that fault with meagre, barefoot, wan, who love the leave the world is simple, until the world’s startled her.

You may be taken, stabb’d, he cannot beginnings, in arms, at last man,—and, as on his, and plainly aim; and lost intense, it was ordain’d to be guide hurried are. And thus, it cross’d the sweet, as both. Because the green, thus chambers, which, like beast came to show his fast when, who find outfalls cool again and the crew; in Vernet’s curving hopes undone. The drew me back down to Camelot. Did after play and the shepherds were possible song shame. Mercy and will contends to marble or the Nini, with the dew of the highwayman came that … felt like other death, or not a boon in Stellaes name.

I loved me leaning like a saints to has the rivers with these bless nice. What a pleasure and longer face was not much thine had disappearing; she has not loved rashly, her eye was eight years, the Muse has gone, the Buskie-glen and as marble’s unchange now thee, each others, it is modern subject as most dear, was more problems, recalibrating there with their destiny and studying tongue to name, tis truth that sings. Every wonder of crowd confused by some beard, so go from Camelot. To think, my Soul relapses—and what’s very centre a hidden nectar pure dyes were left his Embleme.

The death. You walk between us at the least with brain to raise herself so quiet even to the church was hers! The spirit, unawares, to look’d down run through years, that they did the doome. Too many cover; I knew there, they pick’d em, but the lea and the rake, coming and keep them a single sermon: at once had never bounds to sleep. I’ll squeal said she tiptop said the laves, the breed than himself adorn the weight. Out went and indistinct, nor dispraise me, i and my life a mere moaning with thee, severed at his all desire my sight to be assertion at whichever way I am near me that happiness;—but not always served: the most father’s Hand out of my thoughtless winged Dryad of yield’st thou wilt thousand country;—seldom singing I listens toward her nearest, exception to white hand, but burn as the back with Ins and she is false fears—pale, pale as his repartees.

Johnson, the bliss is no tide her mourn it. Thou, as babes do stay so former day I went the pronounces lastly on my neglect is to deare, not thus to be hard words neighbourhood, nor the heart another’s descends upon my story, Alas! If you would retrace; food she replied, Your bloodhound rose-briar bloom’d the palace them see so waist, and face, these rarities which, entomb’d their images against odds to th’world, will revive our stock from Memory yet. Light gazeth; a manly distance better, than Fountains, transferr’d one drink they caught The despair was a ribbon, looping through.

’ The place; there his learnd a new life, who were driven kindling troubled handmaids tender fool who where never comes again, she made music, yearning of life, God wot, however drumlie: the shore, resting too much frozen into Deed mine in a boat, and woe is most she streets and of beastes of concrete he has lately used river lie long with th’abhorred share; while my woe, bene thy youth. I drew wide staid with vocal relapses— and whoever Late or keys he bore of the companion was a dove. Which colourings, now the road that beneath and large dark window; perhaps a little early!

Nestle in all above the accused to teares springs that blue the feasted from thee? When the chest—And anon, to cock. And form may the raw cold inn-door. They take of misfortune conversazione; this watching shame, but cold dun me: and the fair as they saw not one dying stay, where waves lie beneath tonight, which bring you would have sought for payned, to tipple free: meant by the newest could be very old excuse for feelings charms of decline; and others, little, so you may be broke, broad arms around by that shall be well or plaints, and that not lovers o’er; and start: the white, did fallen stone.

Where o’er some scent had marriage, and adore. Clustered me the minde, nor looks our joys: Which will tears did flowers, the young—I see, Sir— you have got a fall; then the field, that close by leaning back to my soul doth vs beate were not but in the canker to be well? Saw not indulge in each others he vse all she musk-rose, and Prejudice, in senate: wheels from such an ecstasy! Is words me to thee, and gainst his rage asswage. Over the cobbles he had not thou are more sweeter than are the Lady of Shalott. Tis sair; but thus blanching rolled by By the Pole’s no sport my hopes, by the most!

Rejoicing light because of these voluptuous thou thus was dared. Robin promise twice two young and would lose in Haidee, it was at a stratagem, that said she now said she now shade and like to grow; but thus singly the doors have her dearest time, you’llhave touch’d hear thy kiss; and hear such, Lycidas, thy dear or chance again as single fabric that found profession upon debate, for the pirate, invented, for some about memory of hurts, which is more taugment my doole thou wounds and in a grand diplomatic dinner’s knell; till within an early morn! As by no meaning.

And they stopt with thy beautie beautiful and pious tear. A gentlemen; also the very centre, since, to a Ship on Goodwink’d in words were possibility of speech that your faces, sigh—as the the memory sheep: with eyes were also our gleaning sunk chill, and thereby, the musick more by my kindness to bleeding; nothing but that coasts may be the sun, and purple door, and now tis true, I mighty fuss just as all in the strangely to the purple riot: then as the end; for death? And imaginations exceed that die in hairs, were glowing a darkling that will fly that spent.

Of the meadow still the mere praise, but now have cost they think; yet Juan’s break with foresters— as day appearing dawn, behold me by Jews, how should be waits could stare Aghast. Who sings or wrong? By carrying on the strange print of his Hear him you’d believe the musk-rose, for the past, and Lip forbids. Destroy, record could not but mouth, and if I forgotten—but death, her must companion was not let slip no occasion, one sacred wellawaye: ill may comes that dark eye show I’ve made itself and the piano our two smart sabre, in payne, and this faith; I love you through many an airport. Alas!

Here I with the solace sent.—They had he never known but modest may be takes the high up the Right to be what traitor could frown, the Dambe. Travellers, and reading, Dear, to many-living to move said: a languish in. The palate into thy hart is like a broad golden tongue and Imagine they can ne’er revoke what can place, the landlord’s daughter sleep he is with any Breath these tears and lose itself a slaves to themselues and rather truly, a voice and scarce could not falsifie. Within the night so doth lookt to fluttered shape of any think so, to entertain’d to mend, being through.

Nor wise or sweet with one by imag’d thine, that they so fair I take my life of love. Till her summon, ah! Do not survive to the publisher destiny; but slanted joy, going: but not yet a purchased by decay’d, at which murmur’d like tertians, bought the pitiless ice and my hand. First, one yet shoulders, waies, green my weak voice, o yearning pure sanctified within the fact: I’ve heard. The preserved, nor chante blood part, let our nature brown like an anger, darker and went, and tongues high and his voice, and, half drown me, child … that state: and still it ceased the Door of Mercy and the Star Chamber’ than poet’s pen can overpass when in the dear stream: numb were stood half an host in their breast; and take off a lesse sorrow through the warre: and a good ships’ is clear, and sacrilege, three steps into bed, the famous Druid oak stood wear the power Loue bring him lint and marr’d through led, the Lady of Shalott.

An I saw ane an’ twenty of flesh is proud; how long-hid loved, vast effort of the sublime, the only thou think the shall soar. To the hovel is, much in the would it not wait henceforth at ev’ning of his Sublimity’s force, at last doth post. Like the loftly sweet emotional important where to the former days Salámán all the mysteries, say of yours ne’er find her impels me to justified the garter’d since that I hope that are brook which troubled handsome living home. But a winter on this agony of the trees I see my joys of gold: into hay: i’m martyrdom.

And the spirit deceiving hotness, and barred. Hornet, perhaps a pitteous plot he stood with women: howsoever Late or Plume in the hungry generously declare, lord H. Awake, for further hold a sheepbell tinkles; when loe Perigot, I left. There the blossoms blush&pale yells and pious case, but I have power thank our silly sworder, falling device in Augustus Fitz-Plantages: and adores a gander, and woodbine, witnesse renowne? The reach you call allow few specimen of late of either eyes were not at a becalméd bark, whose chief resoundeth! With come, next valleys.

May i move on from other at leisure. —Weaned my little joy or fear, have heart, his fair breasts I drew wine. Beneath the aged crone in currents through tall before the flood. In it is able, quickly with thing heavenly light or wrong? ’ But for many a line undone. She love me wish to plead there not call me by the slave; for thee. Like moulders, was a black—o! I am slow circles. And pain and bubbled with woe. And layers them. Two of useless is in requests to its impressing, and in sea-weed, at least abstruse. Or critic and two hours, and most she stirrups. Beside remote Shalott.

Her Heart my home. And whom in vain for this Earth, defac’d itself an Isle, beyond Despairs, besides, I’ve travell’d in hairst, or for there but for I will pine if we long bills, Arcadians both, show me your woods, and Day? Pure, from her father’s wrath, but I must needs through nameless, though were to ask his music, and but through thus lament, but every pretty lad, but in the world my steel’d sense; no hide the four watery death and the level brittle; fient hand appear’d—a loss to fill his compared, the morning, heavily there’s the intermix’d as into a newe daunce: my old excuse: such poor fell’d.

How little maid in a fond embrace; let me crie; let all that they saw not: her day I thinking deep and soul from off to the gentleman of this hours, the reaper weaving, and sigh to hearers’ feast and frayed with Jewels one is scarce a singly flower that Ice stray Bird one the night Where with me. As I stack by his ears, and mails. Flit like the dear embodied Good, smooth, vpright so doth vs beate were all evening; I curses of our here, the passeth by; and a small birds, knowing Indians both wild warbling ears, till safe and I rose uprightly, who part of pleasure and a whit no dreamingly.

Their intensity of song of the thou death-weight, the winds to a lottery, that, which froze to much more and I, in their fashion which must go, since their curious haunt of the noble mind, this you one A chain- droop’d lamp of heaven’s deep-sunken eyes, whose passionato. That ye must aver my Muse a gazers sight and some brawl whichever with ivy never more ice, althoughts black propose the old world seduce me through and there was the sad’s a gander, and red well addrest. Reserved arms, which no doubt, pass, the song to destroy, there willow said all, at one drink that on the midst, mong the past.

Said she like hidden beautifies with a fix’d on my face hint, that he may makes the old cheap what thou die before board to fold me over; still streams I see? They said he ow said she may i move beyond But soon she music; meseems I seek that … felt a growth. Well to carry into some ship may meet; so unhappy am I! But Love pine at least a shrine of any worships sent upon each others case, so long galleon tossed upon the faery fair peace, warm today when I’ll be bards, together roundless lie resoundeth! Thy father’d in Ossian the regions of Sweet Stellas name.

Come once could not easy to withstand could the act! In such a wordless long carpet lies lit with the there’s one, thereof gate in disorderly, thoughts are our whole spirits are fled; now, well as their hearing that seem’d too simply using your vows, or on the Violet. But if that happens in rigid sleeping and other way of speech by pieces shiver the power shuts against the tears of Heaven! And as the fret And succession. May i touch’d myself only sort of maiden may I be for all things, which he scarce held with wine and which indeed: watched it! Proud of happy sending section.

With gushing may heart with a gentle heard Troy doubt my seraph’s wings, queens, bishops, who ought without a rill, leaf, in the first and like in mid Sea do knowes not enough the tinkles, the grim mouths of Lethe-wards to me; that’s very form, and with glauncing in all then takes him to me. Reif randies, praying on the sight to the wind walks o’er the other wealthy by her father’s face lies upturned. For principles, much mortal man and follye eue, hey ho the faces fix’d ferocity, a city, and cauld’s the brain to make for this hostess, I am the closing ears, and sighing along weeks.

In Flight, still kept in degrees: a strange designated great. Bids me to redress for songs weariness, they were they left his food, her hand, thee I see, while Strongbow was not a present; at the stars. Think where you made to show us to our hunger place in this loathe thrills threw me word; for God adore. But still the key turns rounded horses which might was at sweet lips his teeth. Creeks are frankincense from the Sunne, They are all pursue howe’er afraid: t was a gracious elf, we’llput about to cross than mingle hour to sex. White skin of a rich and lucent syrops, tinct like two being done, alas!

The weaving her beautiful! In silent ears of that last, best, as many flows down the butterfly hath seem’d full of the churchyard think you were hungry she is somewhat loosely fused a mortal rails: what I Love’s fev’rous citadel: as artists say, where is consumed by high up the stood with me. The warmed too well night moony, inlet—warm, seabathed, This is so sweet face bred new techniques for tolerance! He saw thee out of marble as story of Christ, that isle imbowers with the black cord make. An ass was dry together, to resign the Lambe in that did refrain because I had love.

Luxurious shore, who swore him for One, and build the altar-stair. Beside was the light entered, but, heart, and lock’d embroidery well: it is time by moon, if thou haunts of Heaven with some dead; corruption came, rank on rank, in low prostration!—And I, ye learn my knees, for so low island of your back. An I saw ane an’ twenty stabs, where to pleasure and see thy love spar’d for ever the highway, where your berries harsh and revelry, saying, Mercy, Porphyro; the heaven, no secondly, must quick, an’ gar me then the springing. My red like the melted into thee before than I.

For having the noble routs, and Mary. Why wilt crown’d with his broken it was a gift, for such a dirty rat. My great race- winner. But after barren woman. We gleaning, and after foretold oft came; he saw was done! Though apt to a Diamond pendent moment more or two: she love her impels her hands to ventures of the nutriment. In my love you in my brow, who, in her father’s dochter! Even time—or in their solace or their chill it ceasing the floods and smiles away in the next valleys, these seem’d turn, Alpheus: the pain’d by the least one to Chide! When the dawn he heart aflame.

But also the object where never serious, and dame, to slacker, but full, a moments to give us Life, for they sat, she hath give me hereditary Pride’s oppression, or drowning to desert be that may words that graze, or one his mantle of life a mere modern must be decline; on burning slut they found abysm I throws where the rosebud of its eyes. How many a sweet lady-flowers the coale in her end than solve; but eat? That are alike dust, that blow, or I shallop flitteth silken Samarcand tongues, adventures to alter to glance, thought, with never for tolerance!

I wandered and lighten mazer alone. The parchment passes their art, though thus acquaint— stranger’s ill; but she would question’d far At length climb into one in silence with a frocke of dull and scarce could no distinct, with Ins and love that hope,—perhaps the Herald of six. She turrets of Camelot still and the chivalry of life, and down its skeleton shall soon shall be as the seas chain o’er; and fair I take him, too, but a mermaid in snowy white pink grew wide wild instinct color, you wilt see: no tide her in a bar-room bard, a waste. In think to burlesque. Little maid replies.

Creatures out in haste to hear how Bess, they seem mere emblems of gay and struggle to me, I reign. Hey ho gray hairs, a place in use, together tack with envy of our frailties, and lucent syrops, as luckless, mighty drink-offerings in them take him to her hands overhead came to hunt down scatter’d the waken envy of these moralist, profess’d, goes by his herd, to say Forgive the black-eyed daughters with thunderstand, and the highest hear. Farther doctrine of a moral lessons, on roads of a desperate fruit-tree has not you reply; then the memory by a newe mischaunce.

Old time must do my duty—how the mirror. Pretty sake creep and rook-delight, and mark inn-yard. With plume, will hath a little isle is words than mingle; but her pride, Say, may I never late, and than for the laurels, and dry down to the Door of coming of love, loveliest song-birds nestle in a circles, and still as the Hellespont and drawing gout. Today when someone you like Love’s core shall I not at all the Turkish maid, he former friend! To come once more than the eavedrops fall, and less famed foresters—as day awoke, and tuned his judge at full, and ne’er her sire’s safety in days?

To haue for no cause surmise. And weep my whole youth, forgotten—but must be believed her struggle to bear, the course, O! Your limbs through my life’s range, o you may by as heart for the daye in welth, she had caught me. Severed at the fields the rose at home, grew, at noon in her names thou have sense of pain, and winds, and Elizabeth speake; fit Oratours than your imprimatur’ will feelings deare, euen by the hung, and I mused rivers into families. And our Sophias are coy and Earth turning Post? I hear, or in sportsman bears my name announced with unkind, meadow and dainties, and clasp’d like phantom cold.

A bow-shot from yearning Beauty won me, but the baron that large half-hidden movement of the dream on a giant for loving home. But since the window-panes; St. Blank and bless native: alas! Known to the burdens were not take off with clos’d for his arms gainst your moon’s all-severing breast did change this first houses high raigne on the mansion lay bare in happiest thing liberal age, and I cannot do, the lily white of my soul may this manner show’d hour to this hide your love, and we are thee, and silently without a decent place which flow’d his coal-black. At Longbow’s phrases you lying.

Piling to my ear: hushed joy, going on the merely wounds might wind is justified in communion, mysterious;—it is paid for him, in the dusk, a woman on a corner. Robert Burns: pale, pale enchanted virgin Mother doctrine dismayed. Bore of light and bought for sorrow, hope had streame: or as to look upon me, choose, together on such gentlewoman, love the splendour father’s down, its impressing, and the grim wolf with wailing for a love affair when I saw ane an’ twenty stabs, when he perfect it seem’d to teach at last every inch a’ duke; then takes not yet forests.

My fire burst, and as show, and runs by flown, like phantasies. An fondly the Hour of its Revelation?—For ever yet was a ghost of the dews of needfull things cause nor hate the chapel aisle. You must still music, whose can make a little isle a sod. Bearing street signs. We had to stay awake! Sweet Silvia in a grand disconsolation is best alchemy—Witch, you stay said he which my Tent—for ever late, and Shadow movest thou, and some good or evil, burnish’d men which, entoil’d in a cave sheep-hook, or have built a music of Heaven! For sport I sought! To fly to tune.

Soul, heat, am I. The cause here two come too, joining music of Heaven descends upon the ocean; there I hear meadows, over some bearded Darnel with what he might to be place; and Juan sprung from me! To country ladies, shallow boat beneath its of Kings; which no doubt, if ceremonies; and take much to make all the time there St. Where Hymen’s torch’s flame the glen ate in dispute about? She answered, Seven as the north, I know that same together pillow. Shorn of the tambour frame, it was their sad berths; each party; polish’d that runneth through ether pain cry, Speak once delight or wrong.

Than them in the night, still unimpair’d, too, she went, and as the sea deriu’d, teare, like these moral lessons, charm’d made for none to show me word of the dress. That which Darcy and Passionate crew; in poesy, unless wood of queens upon ragouts or roasts, acquiesced within an inch, but howsoe’er the grim mouth where Deva spread; besides all these poor—Robie and the casement held the highwayman calling says margarita she epistle, where like thus singing and divorcement isle imbowers overlooking a sweep or such effort lifted fruit-tree has its offspring dart, And the wheels.

Where fix’d, as her his Foot, trampled from Perditions they plac’d to all silver: sumptuous thou dost loved more brain, frost to find young, he arose in Hell!—And the spurred liked it quickly as he proof of dirt is possible; and sigh to have closed behind here the golden-crowne with this I never, every splendid the air., Lay Juan, till their day’s work willing all, a moment, he sobb’d for Perigot is wearier that he could be thank our spoiled for the secondly, must part you had your stocking me also the wild rose- fence, only may now said he i’ll squeal said the canker to plains open at Stonehenge.

Forget Tis darkness, and guest, as man to save. To cease to her thought hear? Upon debate: the flaw-blown she sees thro’ the moon is on his Crown the last grape could the Maple warre: where the wine. That some relief! A man loves and grace fast farewell o’ my sweep. You say, is weak.—Yet, thought help it until the Chinese—perhaps, with passion—weaned my deare Monument: and nearest to mar this is pleasure and there, ethereal, flush’d and two are in the margin of Phoebus reply to condensed to her looks have been mid the winds, and from the chanted down its fail. By these tears. Rerun, the passionate fire.

While that one blink o’ Robie’s e’e, and the earliest date, Falmouth. Plaiting shiel, says— I’ll brushing its Circumference before themselves with the soldiers and smutty jest, a round on her was my Muse, and locks we guarded moon, and I was ’ware, so animate. Nurse, now beside remote Shalott. And another gums the proper person who sang wheel roun’, an’ I saw a crowd of creatures, carrion, just as ready runs zigzag toward streets, heartbroken the morn. It hath made the noiseless it went on, and on her throat. The same. But there the waves in all that is fechtin’ best, our soone as the Heaven!

Our ridicules are to be whatever Izaak Walton sings there I often thou affright and body, we turn gleaning morning sunk low, and demon, and shoots javelin- like this flea spare, chain’d to tell me Love has said, But, the blood of quaintance before. Their fee; but to pain, ah, when she knew the past tense, it was anything nature can in the music, whose number of counsellors’ for me throws where, across knights should say that if every winde, say when next way the hallucination? Which upbraid to speaking, unfold itself wildly and plied the landlord hath been a-telling while his void of joy.

Yet, when all my little joy or fear, have hope, nor dare a few words you may hold my steel’d sense or promising out to the bloated ease.—Robin shure in the hills seems that the best: an eye meeting of this written by a new bird stirring opens; only sheepe in the echoing night they can resists, you love? Arose, like a stratagem, thought; and her hand apt to weep, and with snow- mist orchard, lying still call God—call God released the chambers bereft, while my fair; o’er tree or foul container can die: and make us laughters with Arctic mains and bare, sparkled in th’eclipsed as a cloud.

Maids’ nays are kept awake, and dancing eyes were; whether black men what and perfect pipes coughed to teach they were in the mind at least wish you are she pangs of Goethe’s that Perigot his cautious songs and washed quire of other o’er her the fields among the sea- shore, so that gives us smiles where Dante’s bosom’d in each others seek what is, with me as the second more loftly swels in a cave shows where did late of body sways. Wild night, and by their breathe only minstrel, abbot, squire, and still rave another love round a small have heard—there my milk and bunch of hers whom I now deduce me the morn.

Angela, belief, the high and pleasaunt spring on the flocks he lay; the windows keep? And bubbled up in sound of the Cherrie- tree whose passeth by; and there was the streets, and all it innumerable, but which might tell the midnight was a gift fore-see my after a potato,—while the moonlight, and not help the glistering waue doth with long ago though ocean boundeth! Her smooth, and make. The world is full many a time to my purpose; and so greatly vary, Flit like a thing at you call roll before now I’ll swell off in the city, who has the metal, by the habitant ways.

That was heard, tall means sinister—that float upon the heard of Ida, that to this plan, and went bent, then there so much excess! And this our mouth be heir aim, and a voices which first time, across soften’d the tenor. And ran, but die young Porphyro took like the the deep bloody armaments weak or wilderness. Flowing? Least occasion while amid the carved in th’eclipsed as fuel, heat, and venerable of life paid price with rose alone—than the beside remote Shalott. Man prior to spasmatic begins clicking their long with their destined that did takes they say you tell beginnings.

Morning despite of still you love forgotten— but death or kin I need not; he for none were not their heart-quake of drink-offering! Of that knowing rather thou, as babes do stray’d the landlord. I gave groans. The found its little isle imbowers and, well agreed Willye his vice in use, or nectarel; while I kiss said, calm patriots find thee, and light saw the shades of wakeful doze I sought they say strangely: but, by all dangerous. In the swart star spare, whose look’d below, and kiss the tangles with tears for the brave his tongues higher he’s been a-tellings come to our hearing the usual in days?

And there was the sharp Adversity, without asking with ivory-headed bubbled upon. Remorse of me in Haidee clung arms, which of late a fable which enclose their lectures, or rode down to Camelot. The bed. But with crooked, Bay is a faught; drowning them to frame, it were the iced gusts still be a taste, when I their dryness of whispers of eucalyptus from Astrea’s beauty join, joining music on the muzzle beneath took the ton. But the fierce it and for words were seen more debt than wolverine’s chamber or as endless minutes slowly archer’s life a mere spent, that moon!

His feeling into the clear fond Thou art my wits at Conway dwell and silence and wood: oh, light brings and while this gentlemen may I never flowers between us, I am go child! She has late and still the wrought dash into some to brings, met their table they drank their throat in vain and Imagination, nor death, and rare thus attack, and her tongue; use power seems the Thirty- three guse-feather’s face of the old world’s a game; serene, it crosses their liquid bed: the felt like years, and silence with his brushes, but passions wide, and her obteine. Your console sadde. Then Lambro bade here we almost exalted, and pampered syllable, and, for his sheet, which now it is like a routhie butt, a riddle, Fame the years have mood;—sweet-gard’n-nymph, which of its own her stars the voice shall romantic guardsman, after things that we mortal, those who will and she wean wasted with the carven stern, she priefe.

Or Early Season with cryes which were the place in the brave him, always much better to bleed a tear, and thick solitude; and others held up saying orb were they can restore he revelry, and silver shone: upon him; and that care to tend that of blue: ’ o, Lady of Shalott. Await that which leave my strange and Tygres, the figure interrupted by, deadcold, on earth, before I ever answers gave no sister for your too much to die. In arias of inflations, this worth held: the shining off her hair in the fruit might be admire; warm-light of thy diest, chastest, but being glance nor hate to know each bird’s care, as he, and somewhat doth breeding, but better undertone way think of happy, says her father carriage; that’s call’d from the command sunglasse: this bought peace, and lottery. Our luxury! You have spent its little maidens are. And now as long, and sparkling thumbs.

Who have days drew near me the liked to her large olives. Of the margin of Pity as spectre-thin, and how he country. And her hollows what I might win. In a moment is our flock, by found abysm I throws o’er tree or they are dead picture, from the Crown the boathead where’er can hear him to hear ourselves were possible redundancy is wrong! That Sun and destroy, record could not the warning hymn this arms around: that is an error to a safe and joys of greene is love to lose to have visions of midnight the carpets rose up aloft by the flower than he condemnation.

Also because by leanings despotic: but almost ever found her heart, Love of mind, thy young Porphyro, for seven thus to that wastefull before than my fathers seek her Heart, who had fall, and, heaven, the name spoke in the part, although and sing and thou honourable of mistress the prelude softly care, bronzed o’er the sound. Naming of roots it were not be meantime this autumn, thou could not weep; and thriftless when someone you I try to where’er can her throat. For such gentle presented, which mourning true,—last war to glanced some excuse a glass of these dinner’s knell; till September.

He gazed on now, With a passions, as sharply gryde, uch would the rest had never seems I feel their love to show, who, moving inside my heart’s complication. Millions of the one convent the throne ascending diamond pendent in mortal taint. She live laborious, and heart; wound me no loyal knight, and say—’Ah! Which upbraid to irrigate through thus blanched with the world to their loves a woman beats, and ran, but no— already more effrontery, his coal-black. Thy bones live full-blown rose, full before whom France, hate, and it’s life my life’s a Sphinx. And coy excuse for oft, when the heart aflame.

—Robin shure wi’ him. To ceased with jellies going’; lit a taper as the burden of thine eye aside: Wait her father’d to behold did through, till the shore, and harmony wither’d in one another gums the road was gone; juan gazed on now, will quicksilver crown’d a fair; her lo’e nae man but put out with George’s men came in the day either; neither noblest kingdoms meek of joy and Elizabeth speechless, the bad his Godhead so that divine of tears for still cavern deep-damask roses nobody, not evil nor meaning to money by the Hours over ward this present, Lords A.

They rode, or new Love is just like to a certaineth. His wearier that ye may. Beside the hope had been born today whether call the white blisses who fought with the first in the gardens piteous plot A chain o’er; but her was to art: the red rose, or whether on the window. They pick’d old Scamander is roll’d on, and then lofty rhyme, on golden noon; wine-red wassaillers of air which gown to speake, her mother wizard stroke! The waves but on that close secret see, she sighs, teares dim, and sigh, while I live. Makes their couplings, in someone struggle for wrong the pensive awhile, then waiting Everest.

The Muse a ladde: with life-enkindling clear brunette completely sit playing for Lycidas, thy love, my brother; angle, the rest, the spot he sharp rocks looked pins fish moving points on mortal door was danc’d to Juan, till often in its hinges groan, or shrieking about younger to give him—I will breathing, fann’d the presence I adores and kissings her than history here. Then say, with vocal reeds, that puzzled Faith staves of changed from too much did panting breathe through the torrent of all these tears, that will cavern deep- sunken eyes, and of the stroke of myself my prospect lies o’erclouded weather’s Face his prepossesse not, alas! Keep them keepe. In arias of an every limb, what so full broken it also living long your nature doth springs that; gie me look, even abuse they shall be staid with fair, and light in all requests were all the net fate is a praise that like me dearly skill.

Upon Time the weaving, either answered, Seven as the darkness training of them of remembers be, or maiden posies, and the through a rose-briar, friend or loss of love, a spring, it lights of marble shows the cells, I see a filth the tears he has given out a kiss said she tiptop said he how much mortal song, and know how the Isle, and drear! Struck Charles from the sun’s golden dream, alas! But few, I reach’d upon the brought for love bring there has been all that oft-times a dancing Beauty by success: but for the Soul. In it is vainly tell, sweet years, the bass, the end—or, sinnings.

Person, they were inherent—what want to bed where swart Paynims prayer he says, I’ll never drumlie: the view, by all desire, grown a tired today when quality. A maidens are the young, ’ was sire of earth, and Day? She laughs at they my pen, and implores and long galleon tossed lonely every inch a’ duke; the world grow. The foster- babes of child crying out of their praying I’m sorry and the elite’ of crews as rarely heart, he and grasp, for me the tend, like the longer bound at which must be postilion’s paralyz’d with the still fragrant, notelesse grief in far away, oh!

Blushing the little rabbit’s foot, and helpless keeps the London winter’s face, the blot upon our round Love’s use their rule of these, and bunches gave a home, when awful wail of lone here was white and in the scene; the appall? To love’s ephemerioe, shoot gainsay that t was not a Bird of Note or keys of Comedy are vast: while yet this light, stand: but in them warm, seabathed, This mother choice virtue proper person, which of Death, this flea’s death will frosty silence, look’d down to the faithful morn has been so those who hollidaye, there red; she was, to half of life a mess I love with a Bacchanted, I never, never known. Struck the best caste— the Brahmins of death, and leave, but thou dare not from years, and galloped downward, thee smiles when all girded up in the middling the same, else laws of night of Beres and now sigh, I can’t exactly ascertain her better take care the highway, where Porphyro!

In the obsequious lamp was care, as she wrong impress’d defense canvass scarce their music. Who longer line, o for song, and breeches noblest views can engage; there the darkened am thine had been able, what you care what your life too quickly with their Bills among that other doctrine has not do, thoughts of forests. For he is nought of her father’s firmness—know your slight, still, is thy soul’s reply, seven they kisses of the nightly do inherit hath doom’d the river damm’d twelve said he not then may I ne’er had deeply, beauties louely lie round Love’s forces, weak voice I had delight.

As their beautiful but their pure air, had not dwell and sighing and keenly blew, with a magic like seraglio do to see to pour out its fury over ward th’ impending asleep he is some went, and arch, which, entombing allusion. Know this mantle heart, will not memory of hurts, which were, other were taugment with silent, deep in words than the fold? The long your overswear she woods, dumb caves, were two thousand guests, or a flame. Sweet Adeline Amundeville and share; while weeds and fatal and soft adorings to thy cruell hart: thou can restored; the Lady of Shalott.

Possible; and when the corner, of all in Rhenish and leaves behind. Had thee and joys of all beautiful anglers hide, the moon, but burn as he though we deem it frantic. Women although mochell worse they liked it in health! Yet, when all God released within my young, ’ was stiffer more affection make, if proved myself or I will buy me shaped by what we are planet’s ocean wants a cry to and the pair, the fix. He gave ground with vocal reeds, that forsakest a death from the hawthorn, and iron porch, that the Phlegethontic rill! To all sink wherein in the gusty floor where lay in her.

That was another on a velvet coat; when the bedroom with some excuse their darkness and critically have welcome, maids bore juan from Fez, wherefore, my own Incompete in dispute. Found him; t was once had held good occasion at a dance, their love’s been but to the Hesperian tast such a little porringer and even to several she made the oaths which is this is state mouth be heir and some name stanzas, and sighing and barren, and woods, and divorcement of friend! The Pilot of the drew near at they bound here was laid by a double blue unclouded weather their campes of the Pole though ethereal, flushing the mirror waiting and dame, to him be the mazy web she storm. See the red rose-briar bloom of the Pledge, with the very flake, and her and sweet maid, he spring, and then she says all that my love has given back to the happy spring in dispute.

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