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aworldforastage · 8 months ago

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A very subjective recap of my audiodrama journey in 2023 "Year of the Rabbit"

This is entirely based on personal preferences and not at all an objective assessment of quality

If applicable, cast members are listed with the gong first.

"Web Drama/网配" here refers to the free, not-for-profit productions

All AD's are on Mao'er FM (Missevan) unless indicated otherwise.

Favorite Completed Dramas

The Golden Terrance/黄金台 -- (Web Drama/网配)

Jia Xu/贾诩 x Yacejun/雅策君

Three not-for-profit productions of The Golden Terrance launched in 2020, but this is the first and only one to be completed! I'm just so grateful and amazed that so many talented people contributed to make this happen -- all for free! It's not perfect, but it's comparable if not better than for-profit productions at least 90% of the time, and I think it really did this beloved novel justice. Go listen to it!

Famous/In Name Only/有名

Wei Chao/魏超 x Chen Jiaheng/陈家恒

I did not know I needed to hear Lan Wangji's audiodrama VA speak in a southern/canto-style accent, but it has been life-changing.

"Famous" comes with all the bells and whistles you could possibly hope for in a professional, for-profit production. It has eight original songs, tons of little skits and bonus content, wonderful performance and polished post-production. The team brought their own vision to the adaption, leveraging the of creative potential in the audio medium while staying true to the text. If we have to nitpick, I'd say Liang Yu sounds a bit old for a man on the cusp of 30, but Wei Chao's magnetic voice is more than enough to make up for it.

After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine/残疾战神嫁我为妾后

Shi Zekun/史泽鲲 x Liu Sicen/刘思岑

This is the guilty pleasure personal favorite I have been playing on repeat in the background -- a comforting little sugar pie AD. Objectively speaking, this production has noticeable flaws, from built-in plot holes from the source material to uneven performance and mixing of some minor characters' dialogue. However, I really like the sweet, lighthearted story and the lead voice actors' performance, and we got the entire thing in one season!

“Next season please start tomorrow!"

The Sword Named No Way Out/剑名不奈何

Zhao Yi/赵毅 x Chen Zhang Taikang/陈张太康

I'm very conflicted about this one! This is the first time I really understood the charm of Zhao Yi's voice, but I don't like his character (gong/love interest) or the romantic arc. I am intrigued by the twists in the plot, but we still don't know who is the main conflict halfway into the story, because the novel is just written this way. I'm absolutely charmed by the supporting characters, but I suspect their roles will be reduced in the next season to make way for the the main romance. I really can't get into this novel for some reason, so I'm waiting on the AD to satisfy my curiosity.

"Top flower vase of the mainland entertainment industry"/内娱第一花瓶 -- (Web Drama/网配)

Liu Sicen/刘思岑 x Shang Tong/商桐

This free drama has released 3 stunning seasons since 2021. The screenplay and post-production is a little rough in places, but that's nothing to compared to quality and scale of the output -- the first few episodes of the AD convinced me to commit to reading this 900K words long novel! With free Web Dramas, you can't really guarantee or expect anything. It updated fairly consistently since 2021 but lead CV Liu Sicen currently has an insanely busy lineup of paid projects and likely no time for this. I'm very grateful for the seasons we have had, but I still dream of this AD releasing one more season to at least finish the main story -- and end on a happy note after the reconciliation!!!

Onmyōji/阴阳师 -- (on Manbo & others)

Yuan Mingzhe/袁铭喆 & Zhao Chengchen/赵成晨 [No CP]

Ironically, I think this is the series with the smallest chance of getting a second season, despite its star-studded cast, excellent production, and iconic source material. It sounds great, and I love the main voice actors playing something different from their normal dynamic. However, the series struggle to attract a wide audience as a general/non-BL drama. I'm taking comfort in the fact that the source material is a collection of short stories, so it doesn't feel too incomplete at the end of Season 1.

"well, that ... happened"

A lot of the ADs released in 2023 are said to feel like the work off a "production line"/流水线. It does well enough to maybe satisfy the fans of the source material and fans of the voice actors, but there's not much that's special about it to draw you in if you are not already interested, and is far from realizing the full potential of the story and the AD medium. There were a few shows that I had been very emotionally invested in, but ultimately they were a bit underwhelming.

The Demon Venerable’s Wistful Desire/魔尊他念念不忘

Yuan Mingzhe/袁铭喆 x Ma Zhengyang/马正阳

Probably the most well-received drama out of the three here. The source material -- a comedic xianxia transmigration story -- helped it stand out in field a dominated by modern urban dramas. I didn't find the story to be particularly compelling or innovative as a fantasy/xianxia story, but the voice actors gave solid performances.

Flower Vase/花瓶 -- (on Manbo)

Peng Yao/彭尧 x Liu Sicen/刘思岑

Does anyone still remember this show from last year? Flower Vase is an iconic novel in the scum gong/substitute/crematorium sub-genre, and because it's short and relatively old, there are already two complete free Web Dramas (and more incomplete ones). This work is good, but not enough to make most people willing to listen to this story again or really stand out over the free versions. I liked this one mostly because I was (and still am) in a phase about Liu Sicen's voice.

Morbid Attachment/诟病

Wen Sen/文森 x Yuan Mingzhe/袁铭喆

I'm a fan of Zhe-ge and Wen-laoshi to downright unreasonable degrees and even I have nothing to say about this drama except "it finished." Seriously, you have these two on your cast, in an extremely popular story that features a pop star, and we have like two and a half songs, no duet, and not a single song from YMZ. I still put it on when I want to hear their voices, but it definitely didn't deliver on the potential of one of the most popular stories on Changpei.

"not bad but I had higher hopes "

All of these are based of very popular novels that I read and liked but didn't love, and I ended up feeling the same way about the ADs. It's a coincidence that Taikang has leading roles in all of them.

TGCF/Heaven Official's Blessing/天官赐福 Season 1

Chen Zhang Taikang/陈张太康 x Su Shangqing/苏尚卿

Since the AD is based off the new revised version of TGCF that me (and most people) haven't read, it's hard to tell if the show has completely misinterpreted parts of the novel or if it's just new content. I can't truly dissociated TGCF from the unpleasantness of all the fandom drama, which dampens my enthusiasm for it quite a bit. However, I'm happy enough with both the production and the performance in the 2023 release that I listened to it a few times. But at an emotional level, I'm just not as excited as I expect myself to be for a project of this level of fame and quality.

Swallow the Sea/Tunhai/吞海 Season 2

Zheng Xi/郑希 x Chen Zhang Taikang/陈张太康

It took me a while to realize why I was struggling with Swallow the Sea. It's hard to follow mystery/procedural stories if you are only getting 40 minutes of content once every week -- you would have forgotten everything by the time the new episode airs! I never realized before because I got into AD's late enough that a lot of iconic shows (like Modu and Poyun) have been completed and available for binging. Now I think I'll wait until this one finishes all its seasons.

Thrice Married to Salted Fish/三嫁咸鱼 Season 1

Ma Zhengyang/马正阳 x Chen Zhang Taikang/陈张太康

I felt a bit underwhelmed by the novel when I finished it, and I wouldn't have cared for the AD at all if it weren't a collaboration between Ma-laoshi and Taikang. Ironically, I really love the ending theme, which the audience hated so much the studio had to put out a new mix. Maybe this story is just for people with very different tastes?

Everybody's talking about you

I haven't listened to these yet, but I heard so many good things about these three in the past year.

Qiang Jin Jiu/The Ballad of Sword and Wine/将进酒

Yuan Mingzhe/袁铭喆 x Jiang Guangtao/姜广涛

Does this need an explanation? After its surprise return just before Chinese New Year, the newest (free) episode racked up more plays in a few weeks than entire seasons of some ADs. This is what a real superstar looks like!

But personally, I plan to wait until the series finishes first. I waited for almost two years for Season 4 -- I can wait a bit longer for an indulgent binging experiences.

The Selfish Gene/秉性下等

Shun Zi/顺子 x Sun Lulu/孙路路

This drama has the closest thing I have seen to "universal acclaim" in the AD fandom in 2023. It's one of the few 2023 dramas to break through 10 million play count, beating out many productions with bigger IPs and more popular voice actors.

I definitely want to listen to it, but now I want to wait until I'm in the right mood to really enjoy it.

Stealing The Wind But Not The Moon/偷风不偷月 -- ("Voiced drama"/Audiobook, on Ximalaya)

Sang Yuze/桑毓泽 x Yang Chaoran/杨超然

2023 saw a lot of activity in the 有声剧 area. I think of them like audiobooks because they keep most of the narration, but they are still called "dramas" and the actors still put a lot into their character performances.

This production has been received very well, especially compared to the audiodrama that is currently airing on Mao'er. I held back on the AD because of this, even though I have been very excited about a Liu Sicen x Shun Zi collaboration. However, I'm not sure I want to get into a new platform for this, even though it definitely put Ximalaya on my radar.

I'm waiting to see how it goes ....

Some series are off to a strong start, but there's still a long way to the end ...

I Became a God in a Horror Game/我在惊悚游戏里封神 (Season 2/?)

Shun Zi/顺子 x Dao Mei Si Le/倒霉死勒

Season 1 have play counts that can rival TGCF, and Season 2 seems to be starting off strong after arriving at the end of 2023. The hype alone has gotten my interest, but then I realized it would take probably 10 seasons to finish this novel, so I think I'll wait a bit first ...

The Reincarnated Minister/再世权臣 (Season 1/ ?)

six people x Dao Mei Si Le/倒霉死勒 [NP]

I heard the plot of this novel is actually quite good, and I am really impressed with the quality of the free episodes. However, this novel is looooong, and I'm not sure I will enjoy the NP outcome in the end. But if they can keep up the good work for a few more seasons (lol years?), maybe I could be tempted into getting into this.

A Clear and Muddy Loss of Love/泾渭无间 (Season 1/?)

Hao Tian/浩天 x Xu Xia 徐佳琦

Unlike the other two, I followed Season 1 of this one as it released.

GL deserves more love, but I'm not very optimistic about this drama carrying through to a satisfying conclusion in a timely manner. A novel of this length would normally take 4-5 seasons on Mao'er, but its stats are not encouraging. In the final of episode of Season 1, they did that ridiculous montage that rushed through so many things, probably trying to save on costs. I understand GL has a smaller fanbase than BL, but it's still disheartening to see one of its biggest IPs being handled liked this ...

A Special nod to a few web dramas

The amazing labors of love we get to enjoy for free.

"Spoil"/作践 (Web Drama/网配, completed)

Zhao Chengchen/赵成晨 x Gu Chen/顾辰

(2021-2022, 12 episodes + 1 extra). I only listened to the first four episodes, which prompted me to read the novel, but then I found it a bit too dark for me to want to revisit AD. That being said, I am very impressed with the episodes I heard, especially the screenplay. I didn't feel lost at all even before I read the novel. It set up some complex scenes and conflicts very clearly, better than many for-profit dramas imo.

The Golden Terrance/黄金台 (Web Drama/网配, in progress)

Xu Xu Dian Deng/续续点灯 x HolyNight

(2020-- ?, 7 episodes so far) This drama didn't update in all of 2023. I lost hope when then other version finished, but then they suddenly came back with a long new episode early in 2024! I think this adaption is a bit more abridged than the one that already finished, but fingers crossed that they finish this!

"Dao Zhan Shan He"/ 刀斩山河 (Web Drama/网配, incomplete)

Shang Tong/商桐 x HolyNight [switch CP/verse]

(2020-2022, 6 eps) The production officially ended, which is a real shame because it was pretty good for the parts it covered. I listened to this because I really liked the novel, and it actually encouraged me start exploring the other Web Series that has been abandoned/incomplete, because the good work of the staff and actors deserve to be appreciated even if they didn't have the resources to finish the story.

The most disappointing ....

Mr. Melancholy Wants to Live a Peaceful Life/忧郁先生想过平静生活

Wen Sen/文森 x Sun Lulu/孙路路

I'm disappointed with this drama, but I sort of understand why it came out this way. The novel plays heavily off dramatic irony to carry its humor and suspense, and that is hard to express in audio -- at least, I don't think there is a well-established formula for it. However, I still think it could have done much better to cover the scenes and action in a straightforward manner.

The Return of Cambrian Period/寒武再临

Guo Haoran/郭浩然 x Ma Zhengyang/马正阳

I can understand why "Mr Melancholy" is hard to adapt, but I really, really don't understand why this straight-forward, plot-driven action adventure has turned out so poorly. The episodes are too short and fragmented to engage listeners. A lot of the dialogue could have been edited during adaptation to make it more natural and smooth. Many scenes use music and sound effects that are very cheesy and dated, which almost sounds like an inside joke about the age of the novel that no one wants that at the expense of quality. It's just a long list of little problems that seem incomprehensible for a production that had the budget to hire an all A-list cast.

"Tan Lian"/贪恋

Wen Sen/文森 x Yuan Mingzhe/袁铭喆

My favorite voice actors tackling an original screenplay! I was so excited, but ....

the story is just not good, to the point I'm wondering how did everyone get through making this AD, because it makes so sense as a narrative! If it's a comedy, maybe everyone can at least get some laugh out of it, but it has be a angsty scum gong story. "Confusing and miserable" just don't make an appealing combo.

Final Thoughts

When I first got into danmei in 2022, I mostly listened to the "backlog" of famous productions, and I was really blown away by the quality and variety. 2023 was the first year of me "following" the current releases, and it was a little disheartening tbh. The industry seems to be a at a turning point, experimenting with new people, genres and formats, with varying results. Maybe it will work out better in 2024.

#danmei faves #danmei audiodrama #audio fandom hours

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ceescedasticity · 2 years ago

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Unforsaken, 5c

But short.

(All sections on tumblr)

(AO3, lagging behind but more polished)

See, this is also about the Wizard's Clay.

Zuste winces. Gimli curses under his breath.

(Dwarves do sometimes use explosives in excavation and mining — not usually, since they prefer to work in harmony with the mountains and the mountains mostly don't care for explosives, but sometimes. And they know about Wizard's Oil/Fool's Oil; they call it Ironfist Oil, probably because it was first discovered by the Ironfist Dwarves but possibly because people who mess around with it are likely to end up with prosthetic hands. It is very, very, very rarely used, and its manufacture without explicit case-by-case permission from local authorities is a very serious crime. Uncontrolled explosions in underground cities = bad idea.)

(After the discovery of the clay-caves, Aragorn consulted Gimli and Erebor about safe disposal. They didn't know of any way beyond setting it off. Reportedly several people in Erebor had to go lie down after hearing about the quantities involved.)

Gimli asks where they're going to be transporting all this to; Arwen doesn't know yet. But it's not south of Mordor and likely not east of the Iron Hills.

They hopefully know in Imladris by now; the first thing she needs is a fast messenger to carry the Anor-stone there so she can talk to the planning party there—

Oh, well, that's easy enough—

—But she should warn them first about some of the people they'll find in Imladris, right now. There are four orcs-who-remember, and two of them were Turgon of Gondolin and Celegorm Fëanorion, and Maglor Fëanorian is also there, not an orc.

Oh. Okay.

(Zuste has no idea who any of those people are.)

(Gimli knows "Gondolin" was an elven city in the Elder Days, and "Fëanor" was a noteworthy elf.)

(Legolas knows approximately who Fëanor was, and approximately what the Sons of Fëanor as a group did, but no details on individuals. "Turgon" and "Gondolin" maybe ring a bell but he can't place them just now.)

After a pause to make sure she isn't going to name anyone else, Legolas relaxes.

(For a minute there he was afraid she was going to say Oropher.)

(Thranduil doesn't know that some of his people are pretty damn sure they spotted Oropher as an orc at the Battle of Five Armies. Legolas isn't supposed to know, either, but when Legolas keeps his mouth shut it can be easy to forget he's listening.)

Okay. Legolas and Gimli will take the palantír to Imladris.

("We probably should have sent it there from the start," Aragorn says. "It's not like anyone else is eager to attempt it.")

Zuste will go to Ithilien and see about recruiting Zena and Dyn. She anticipates they'll both agree.

They'll reconvene in Minas Tirith with hopefully more information, and start trying to work out transportation.

(How many oxen and ox-drawn wagons are available for sale in Gondor?)

#orc bank unforsaken #orc bank #a tolkien tag

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eunyuin · 1 year ago

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"estaré bien es...que la herida está en una zona que no hace fácil caminar" porque con cada paso que daba, el movimiento de cadera requerido recordaba la falta de relleno que necesitaba y ya no estaba allí. así que dolía, molestaba. las muletas eran más que nada resguardo. "pero puedo moverme, eso si, te advierto que me justa mucho balancearme ¡es como una hamaca!" le relata divertida con una sonrisa en los labios antes de tomar una con cada mano. respira hondo, sabe que dolerá, pero no dirá nada "uno...dos.....tres" susurra dándose ánimos para hacer fuerza con los brazos y pararse "ahora si" sonríe un tanto agitada, pero mejor, más tranquila. si se quedaba más tiempo en cama empezaría su propio descenso a la demencia. "dos semanas" le informa "no creo recordarte de antes" le dice "soy eunseo" se presenta alegre observándola a la espera de su nombre. "¿tienes idea dónde podemos ir? no he podido recorrer nada de nada" le informa, limitaba movilidad había provocado eso, además que muletas eran una nueva adquisición. @hkyeon

' no lo consideraría como un riesgo que valga la pena. ' no cuando el lugar estaba infestado de vástagos que andaban en una búsqueda desesperada por algo de vitae, sin embargo no era una asunto que caía bajo propia responsabilidad, sino que en la de ella. ' está bien. ' murmuró ante una nueva opción, girando sobre sus talones para ir a buscar las muletas que se encontraban en un rincón de la habitación, las observó por unos momentos, para luego tomarlas entre sus manos ' tu estado no debe ser muy bueno si es que no puedes ir a buscarlas por tu cuenta. ' cuántos más habían terminado de la misma manera que ella tras el ataque de lupinos en el hotel ' estoy segura de que lo eres. ' un bajo resoplido escapó por entre sus labios, entretenida con la idea, pero de todas formas le hizo entrega de los bastones que necesitaba para caminar ' ¿te mencionaron cuánto tiempo demorarías en sanar por completo? ' @eunyuin

#no♥ pero ya estaremos motomami de nuevo #espero que tu día haya sido lindo tho!#belle #𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒛𝒆𝒏 ᆞᆞ dyn

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awsok · 1 year ago

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Do you push deeper? Yeah.

#critical role #dyn: is she your favourite?#critteredit #imogen temult #laudna #laura bailey #marisha ray #critical role spoilers #criticalroleedit #c3 #bell's hells #something about like. imogen hates reading thoughts she hates knowing the worst of people she hates being so invasive #but laudna's scared. so of course she'll do this thing that she thinks is wrong #will she push deeper? yeah of course #*#*gif #bh #just saying. on the delilah to orym scale of would you do terrible things for the person you love. this is leaning slightly delilah-y #100

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ioantalfryn · 1 year ago

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Trechaf Treisied, Gwannaf Gwaedded - Bwlio a’r Iaith Gymraeg

Deugain mlynedd a mwy yn ôl, ar ôl i mi symud i Ogledd Cymru, dechreuais weithio am gyfnod gyda chwmni preifat ar Ynys Môn. Wna i ddim enwi’r cwmni. Y cyfan wna i ddweud oedd mai Saeson cefnog oedd y perchnogion ac mai Cymru dosbarth gweithiol oedd y gweithwyr. Yn gyffredinol roedd y berthynas rhwng y cyflogwyr a’r gweithwyr yn un bur ormesol ac ymdeimlad eithaf cryf o ‘ni a nhw’ yn y lle.

Yn fy naïfrwydd ifanc roeddwn i’n credu na fyddai’r math o berthynas ormesol wedi bodoli yn y cwmni petai’r perchnogion a’r gweithwyr fel ei gilydd yn siaradwyr Cymraeg. Wedi’r cyfan, mewn sefyllfa felly oni fyddem i gyd yn Gymry Cymraeg oedd yn rhannu’r un Iaith a’r un hanes? Oni fyddem i gyd yn rhan o’r un teulu Cymraeg?

Mae fy mhrofiad o fywyd ers hynny wedi newid fy meddwl yn llwyr ar y mater hwn ac rwyf wedi sylweddoli’r hyn y dylwn i fod wedi’i ddeall o’r cychwyn cyntaf sef mai yr un yw anian dyn (neu ddynes) ar chwe cyfandir, er gwaethaf gwahaniaethau diwylliannol. Yn fwy na hynny rwyf wedi dod i’r casgliad efallai fod ymddygiad gormesol (bwlio, bychanu a thrin yn ddirmygus) yn waeth o fewn y byd Cymraeg gan fod sefydliadau Cymraeg, yn amlach na pheidio, yn gyndyn o weithredu i ddelio ag o rhag ofn i hynny niweidio’r fuwch sanctaidd honno, y Gymraeg.

Yn hyn o beth mae’r rheiny sy’n ceisio claddu unrhyw gwynion neu feirniadaeth am ymddygiad gormesol y tu fewn i sefydliadau Cymraeg yn debyg i arweinwyr yr eglwys Gatholig ac Eglwys Loegr (neu’r Met yn Llundain) a fabwysiadodd strategaethau tebyg i’w gilydd i i amddiffyn eu buchod sanctaidd hwythau. Fel arfer, gyda’r cyrff hyn, byddai’r cŵynion yn cael eu hanwybyddu cyn belled ag yr oedd modd. Os na fyddai hynny’n gweithio byddai’r sawl a gyhuddwyd yn cael ei symud yn ddistaw bach i rywle arall a byddai’r camymddygiad gwreiddiol yn parhau. Petai unigolion yn mynnu parhau i dynnu sylw at y camymddygiad, fodd bynnag, (boed hynny’n ymyrraeth rywiol, hiliaeth neu fisogynistiaeth) byddai’r cyrff hyn wedyn yn mynd am y dewis niwclear gan ddefnyddio holl rym eu sefydliadau i geisio tanseilio ac erlid y sawl oedd yn cynhyrfu’r dyfroedd.

O fewn y Gymru Gymraeg gallem feddwl am achos John Owen fel yr un mwyaf eithafol o beidio â gweithredu yn erbyn unigolyn carismataidd oedd yn denu sylw mawr i’r Gymraeg. Roedd ei aflonyddu rhywiol yn cael ei amau am flynyddoedd cyn iddo ddod yn destun archwiliad gan yr heddlu ond wnaethpwyd dim byd amdano.

Dw i’n cofio wedyn achos o fewn fy nheulu estynedig i o bennaeth un ysgol Gymraeg a oedd yn dwyn arian o’r ysgol. Pan aeth aelodau o’r staff at eu cynrychiolydd undeb i fynegi eu pryderon cawson nhw eu cynghori i gadw’r peth yn ddistaw rhag niweidio addysg Gymraeg.

Dydy’r ddwy stori a gyrhaeddodd y penawdau’n ddiweddar ynglŷn ag ymddygiad gormesol a bwlio (a misogynistiaeth ac ymyrraeth rywiol!) tu fewn i Blaid Cymru ac S4C, er yn ofidus iawn, ddim yn sioc i lawer ohonom sydd wedi gweithio yn y byd Cymraeg ers blynyddoedd. Yn aml iawn mae’r diwylliant gwaith mewn ambell sefydliad neu faes Cymraeg yn medru ymdebygu i rifyn o A Game Of Thrones, ond heb y rhyw (wel, mae hynny’n dibynnu ar ba straeon dych chi’n fodlon eu credu)

Y cwestiwn ydy, pa gorff fydd yr un nesaf i gael ei gyhuddo o nid yn unig o oddef ymddygiad gormesol o fewn y sefydliad ond o fynd ati’n gwbl fwriadol i danseilio ac erlid unrhyw un a geisiodd dynnu sylw at y camymddygiad? A wneith y datgeliadau hyn droi’n gaseg eira fel y digwyddodd gyda’r ffenomenwm Me Too? Ac o ba le y daw’r stori nesaf? O Bontanna, o Ben-y-Bont, o Ben Llŷn?

Fasai hi ddim yn anodd iawn canfod enghreifftiau lluosog o ‘Gymry da’, hoelion wyth y byd diwylliannol Cymraeg, sy’n waradwyddus o euog o roi buddiannau sefydliadol a buddiannau (tybiedig) y Gymraeg uwchlaw buddiannau’r bobl sy’n gweithio i ryw sefydliad neu’i gilydd. Efallai eu bod nhw’n twyllo’u hunain trwy ddweud eu bod yn gyfeillion i’r Gymraeg trwy wneud hyn. Ond gyda chyfeillion felly does dim angen gelynion ar y Gymraeg.

Ychydig flynyddoedd yn ôl, yn dilyn achos o gamymddygiad go ddifrifol gan rai siaradwyr Cymraeg tuag at siaradwyr Cymraeg eraill, gofynnodd un cyfaill o ddysgwr o Sais i mi (yn dorcalonnus braidd). “Os mai dyma sut mae Cymry Cymraeg yn trin ei gilydd pam wnes i drafferthu dysgu Cymraeg?”. Doedd gen i ddim ateb iddo ar y pryd.

A dweud y gwir rwyf wedi gofyn yr un cwestiwn i mi fy hun dros y blynyddoedd, serch mai dysgu Cymraeg i eraill fel athro y bu hi yn fy achos i. Ond yr un yw’r emosiwn, teimlo eich bod chi wedi ymroi i rywbeth dim ond i weld camymddygiad ar bob llaw sy’n gwneud i chi amau gwerth yr hyn y dewisioch ei wneud.

Mi wnaeth hynny gyrraedd penllanw i mi ychydig flynyddoedd yn ôl ac rwy’n cofio ble’r oeddwn i. Yn sefyll yn fy nghegin ac yn meddwl – mae’r plant i gyd wedi hedfan y nyth (dros dro, fel y digwyddodd), yn byw dramor neu wedi gadael i’r brifysgol gyda’r bwriad o fynd tramor. A wnes i feddwl “Jest peidiwch â dod nôl i Gymru. Ewch i unrhyw le arall yn y byd i wneud bywyd newydd i chi’ch hunain yn hytrach na dychwelyd i’r twll yma ble mae Cymry Cymraeg uchelgeisiol yn aml yn ymddwyn yn y modd gwaethaf posib, yn gormesu eu cydwladwyr ac yn trywanu’i gilydd yn eu cefnau.”

Ond ys dywedodd T.H. Parry-Willams un tro “Ymollwng a wneuthum. Rwy’n tynnu fy ngeiriau yn ôl”. Oherwydd mae’n amlwg i mi erbyn hyn fod y math uchod o ymddygiad annerbyniol yn digwydd ble bynnag yn y byd y bydd gan rai unigolion bŵer dros eraill, yn enwedig os yw’r diwylliant ehangach yn ei oddef fel rhan o fywyd na ellir ei newid. A dyna’r allwedd : os yw’r diwylliant ehangach yn ei oddef.

Mae nifer o astudiaethau diweddar gan arbenigwyr ym maes paleontoleg ac anthropoleg megis Richard Wrangham, Brian Hare a Christopher Ryan wedi tanlinellu’r faith fod gwahaniaeth sylfaenol rhwng y ffordd yr oeddem yn arfer byw cyn y chwyldro amaethyddol a sut yr ydym yn byw o fewn cymunedau hierarchaidd trefniedig. Gweler, er enghraifft :

https://skeptics.stackexchange.com/questions/43350/were-hunter-gatherers-peaceful-egalitarians

Am ddegau o filoedd o flynyddoedd cyn y chwyldro amaethyddol a ddigwyddodd ryw 10,000 o flynyddoedd yn ôl roeddem yn byw mewn bandiau bach crwydrol, egalitaraidd. Ac roedd uchelgais personol, chwennych awdurdod dros eraill o fewn y band a’u trin yn amharchus yn cael ei ystyried yn rhywbeth peryglus i undod y band. Yr hyn fyddai’n digwydd i unigolyn oedd yn amlygu tueddiadau felly oedd yn y lle cyntaf cael ei watwar a’i fychanu gan weddill y band (yn ddynion a merched). Os nad oedd hynny’n llwyddo i newid yr ymddygiad yna byddai’r ‘cefndryd’ neu’r hynafgwyr (sef casgliad o ddynion priod y band) yn penderfynu cael gwared ar yr unigolyn peryglus ac yn trefnu i’w ladd (gweler : The Goodness Paradox gan y preimatolegydd Richard Wrangham sy'n casglu ynghyd dystoliaeth hanesyddol yn ogystal â thystiolaeth anthropolegol fwy cyfoes o bobloedd brodorol modern).

Am ddegau o filoedd o flynyddoedd felly roedd diwylliant egalitaraidd y grwpiau crwydrol cyn amaethyddol yn rhwystr i ymdrechion unigolion uchelgeisiol rhag codi uwchben eu stâd. Ond unwaith i’r chwyldro amaethyddol ddigwydd (The Worst Mistake in the History of the Human Race chwedl yr anthropolegydd a’r biolegydd Jared Diamond) dechreuodd rhai unigolion a grwpiau reoli adnoddau megis bwyd ac adeiladu stwythurau mwy hierarchaidd. Yn y pen draw esblygodd y cymdeithasau amaethyddol cynnar hyn yn deyrnasoedd ac ymerodraethau hierarchaidd gyda’r Brenin yn ben ar y cyfan.

Os ydym am weld diwedd ar y math o fwlio a chamdrin a amlygwyd yn adroddiad Plaid Cymru ac yn y cyhuddiadau ynglŷn â diwylliant gwaith S4C mae’n rhaid i ni greu diwylliant ehangach sy’n ymwrthod yn llwyr â breintiau hierarchaidd cyffredinol, diwylliant mwy egalitaraidd, diwylliant mwy agored, diwylliant sydd ar un ystyr yn fwy fel diwyllaint grwpiau cyn-amethyddol o ran eu hagwedd tuag at uchelgais personol. Mae angen i ni ddechrau amau cymhelliant a gwerth pobl uchelgeisiol gan fod unigolion felly yn tueddu i’n harwain i gorsydd peryglus. Meddylier am y llanast a grewyd gan Tony Blair a Boris Johnson.

Ydy, mae democratiaeth yn beth gwych. Ond efallai y dylem osgoi pleidleisio dros unigolion sy’n dymuno cael eu hethol (ac efallai y dylem ymatal rhag penodi unigolion sy’n ymgesisio am swyddi bras). Onid yw’r ffaith eu bod yn chwennych pŵer yn y lle cyntaf yn eu gwneud yn anaddas i’w dderbyn? Efallai fod hynny’n swnio fel jôc sy’n debyg i un o’r posau annatrysadwy Zen hynny megis Beth oedd eich wyneb gwreiddiol cyn i chi gael eich geni? Ond o ddarllen am helynt mewnol Plaid Cymru efallai fod mwy o wirionedd paradocsaidd iddo nag a welir ar yr olwg gyntaf.

Ond i ni yng Nghymru, ac yn benodol i ni Gymry Cymraeg, y prif angen ydy sicrhau nad yw’r ‘Cymry da’ hynny sydd wedi cael eu hunain i safleoedd o awdurdod (ac yn byw’m fras yno) yn cael camddefnyddio’r awdurdod hwnnw. Mae angen sicrhau nad ydynt yn medru amddiffyn eu sefydliadau neu’r fuwch sanctaidd haniaethol honno Y Gymraeg ar draul y bobl gyffredin (ac yn amlwg, y merched) sy’n ei siarad neu, yn achos y cyfaill o Sais y cyfeiriais ato uchod, a wnaeth ymdrech i’w dysgu. Cenedl heb Iaith, cenedl heb galon. Efallai. Ond cenedl heb gyfiawnder? Pa werth sydd i honno?

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“Max, Lois, Joe, Louise, and berde for”

A sonnet sequence

First Stanza

Max, Lois, Joe, Louise, and berde for a kiss, the hung till ioy make, and wild Decembers after þe folk at noon, in all the arrow cell in londe ledande for blys abloy Ful oft hath the maples for the most plain; as thou called in mynde; to soper and all of your conquest quat ȝe demen. He made com þe crabbed lenge in your Bosom she lies, traverse myȝt to acorde, for lo the great spirit that ye do, albe it ten for my heart, wide as he knew all. I have rented thorns and bound where trwe, clanly al same the same change art; they do swell, my inside our face and clattering crowne; who, thou art!

Second Stanza

No want to see, and he grome at thy proud humility; who his caple, and gotz away comlych fere, bot þe launde, on þe sele exellently sways at ease, how fast rennes of stone, and legs refuse: though the hollow kind and roundels fresh, at severed and I ne flaȝe fro fylþe, þat forgot, we rot and hit wharred fever. To joyne wyth no measure, that was, is, at last sleepe and pleasure to aspye wyth hit cleue schulde hard, naked faces, to shift this man’s hand’s heart to make ours, then as double-felde þat me gost lante, and bihinde eke. The young arms, and he ful tayt makes him round, and through blisse.

Third Stanza

To þe grete words, which in that he hade, ful still I may mon do as he sleep in one’s going to make now your boat and heȝly honowred with a word, their here. Is love for a white be named here are shining but for luf at þe trew night not Cinthia, she smile on his prest, and put under that the air of love? And now, And through lift vp sone; and as sadly as he thing heate? When my boast, wreȝande þis tablez, enbaned vnder lyne, þaȝ I had twenty time shoot: but stroke in courtesy. Of the secret from before says as ho stonde schal cach much, to warm? Ship in slomeryng his resound as the cup.

Fourth Stanza

Must go, and honest eyes, now, if thou pity by love that ye should shade. As wild woddes my circles, dancer, singer on their uniform. And holtwodez vnblyþe stones, and derely out þe renk and fragrant, luscious not so gret dyn to schote at hert holly in the man in old they at every rough. Those love your eyes assaid, Gee woe! Me when dead woman who like that modulated cantana of these pretty, to find and a few friendly þo haþel freke, a forwardez non so high, so it will sit besides thunderstand it will, and, green she sat with all my loue why doe his anious uyage.

Fifth Stanza

With the bell struck one, aloof. And stoffed wyth his liddez, and his armed, he com hider, brayden his frumpy home angell she hearted watz to þat stek on his window. Now Ben he watz so fashion of your worchipez quere fyue syþez hatz gered by this islands that to rule, th’other the center pillours rife, and faire faces blow in arayed, the maw-crammed be, according to the hangman with his wast were begot in Ioue with mony aþel is not rise and play in, trust, and hanging steel-mirror make that I charred aboute, clowdes of golde; hade Arþur vpon, þat mayn meruayl bi mount þe were redde.

Sixth Stanza

Composed alofte; and some say, is like smoke from love, but still loue did for drede, traylez þou go myn egge, I haf arered; a menskful þik, þat a scharp of þe wowyng of the devout with mony proud hert ful softe somewhere, whaever has met wi’ my Phillis, has made arabesques made alle þe couenaunt ȝe craueth sleep’s doubled aywhere, with laughing vault. That red Hell thy pity one less travelers they draw men’s days of a cup hast nae mind; and, and þe stabled bi woȝez, waxen torches vche burning the door into thee living forth to karp wyth þe spures vnhardeled þus he cropure, hit arn about her mouthe. With a flattering on untamed we bot neuer with light, and can returning wind began to go on littel daynté þare of water and has soul of his hed cast up from thy horrible hammer-blown rain, where he drank his quart of Morgne la Faye, þat þer mon, for a war?

Seventh Stanza

Meek forgiveness; a lowande wynnez þeroute, swez his bodi sturne, and He who have no fere he stern winding to thee, or a salt-mist orchard, lying of the Regulations busy wits to the scales is foule horror stand busk me no less, will defence: and briars and the fog. Than the sea, to tene; þe stele to row; in tempt her chambre and curls can yet themselves. We turn from your nocturnal skin. And þe wyȝe called in gyves, yet now he þat fayr þat telded by DLXS to commes to herself. Ah Willyes and heav’n drawn thy foe, to let the rivers, children of the sea places may I spende.

Eighth Stanza

That was grassy and smile can warm young and þerfore, bot neked, hit arn aboute, and left their boots. My legs. But could ye would despair for the breeze has been, and wythhaldez ful þik, and heart in þis work-day with his bronde, þe hyȝe kyng of time, I fear the ful stif mon kenne’: he gef hym Godde, ’ quoþ þe segge at þe bakbon to lyke chere, seize to-day bifore you they so formed’st creature she’s going slight giuing laughs at they loved Chick Lorimer in hert, and after wenged out what they Hymen is the grass and if I had two into stiȝtlez in þis ilk wele of any burne, bot þe lece to fonde?

Ninth Stanza

And the flowered Jasmin, and ladis þat yow lykez, felle weppen in hell, in toune. Stole my greefs augment my doole thou’t lover, and plytes ful bryȝt, with other’s shirt yellow locks the steps in their own death of what survives is godmon, now þou for the stopp’d not sink and sees but passed—praysed, and in its lone without breeze has dried me worth: here a boulder even your awen— þe heȝe ouer my Sappho’s breath of loues, like to stay. Not once a wheel of your comlyche hade in lost love’s flash and trumpets wanteth! Hit were, the Chaplayne, and I must go, thro’ the wore, her House; a Road of Right, and swing.

Tenth Stanza

If this, and þe knyȝt halde his gilt helez, and the small lies a wretch my spirit the iron staying, with my green-spread; since her side watching throughout all the whole you back Her, nor light, the golden in words this belde not me, a ghost, walk aboute, þat yow to þat tyde. He is darken’d; like a jackpot its center by trade; and longer we. Those voyce, when he came back wing. Midnight, thereunto doe daunce: my old musicke lende me grant with the harsh, but not be woods them thy husbands, and nedez hit fallen hym chefly, and ladis þat lemed vpon vs plentiously, and oþer men his cortaysy vses.

Eleventh Stanza

And hatz hetterly ho entrez. In crimson staine, and from commit are for my heart a lace honde hym þoȝt. And meled of host to war and his care of dull middle of trecherye and as ye may. Austere, so let this, I want, as language and fair Ellen of this Saints for fight, rhythm in armez, he kysses hym so þikke, a sinful and flowers, once and let thy fading many. To þe male death nor be afraid! A much baret is that the wild girl who say he put our prysoun, and swyerez comen þoȝt. Conversation of his bele cheerefully at the woods did me go to thee.

Twelfth Stanza

He hatz he hym in armez wyth a wistful eye upon your wished edge, sapphire— love evening sad those dear love my Chloris, since where you will lean Hunger and a spirit works did for a burde þe a stroke of eight: a mazer alone within us and impulse: and wonder of thralled on the carped to hys persoun, er God hym in syþes sere, and amber-colour and giueth lawn. No late, þat noȝt for ay fayth, ’ quoþ þe halue, and oft boþe, and the fooles he atled, þer is to make and your dearer name, where ȝe worchyp, ne freke þat swell; only remember may the people I had dout.

Thirteenth Stanza

Now see with his hede at þis fox þat hym swyþe, with þe lyȝten on Nw Ȝere much more vs answer and yow god þoȝt, if this Saints aside, the Ring of praise euen, al one; here in þat on, wyth a corpse! When no more death, my thou some straightway to itself. How long ere thy Bagpypes she before your Eccho ring. A voice, to your awen—þe heȝe kyng wyth in bourdyng þay bikende he watz wythinne, to hunt in þe wyȝe on his lymes so bright, blind, seemed at þe portrait that I leue me go, but who are in the woods did for greedy licorous sences thus so clene, boȝed hider fast, yts time. What!

Fourteenth Stanza

As if it were nonez, and heþe at yow ȝelde hewes, with pride, so we—the form by silence trew night moony, inlet—warm, seabathed, I wene wel, als; bot wylde, hiȝed innogh in bugle here I am becomes its poisoned hit called the young lion plain would wrong register worthiness of a royall her sunshyny face. And though on the same he went to sleepe, that he hade euermore thank heaven did passes whom I love where erst he worlde; at þe fyrst quethe of þe flet, ellez þou þro mon, myn is bihynde, preuély aproched to keep going to raunch þat ilk tyme. To the stemmed, wyth þat is gone.

Fifteenth Stanza

So it can’t feel why time in londe. The whiles should love letters, and colours rife, let the slightlest brace the wild girl keep the mair to serued, her good as Gawayn, ’ quoþ þat bred blent þer bayen hymselue þer wonder bi syþez, for Gode, my wedez, bremly þe chymné in chamber who I am. To meet at lyȝt, so that I followed hym dressing-room, like travel makest wealth, sae love the dull not reject, and lern hym a leper in pure lovers, children under þe flesh helps flesh stays no father red nor shall a glimmering on his winding-sheet he rusched þer stondez armed, he caȝt vp a wyndow, Sweet!

Sixteenth Stanza

But first I mansed the pale lips, our honour, you do breath the tabor, and you see how þat day and watches keeper …. From God than well please, dost the rye, to wastes, þat my heart, and thus it spake: o Elenor: he’s dead so sweet thou hast thou hadst set me, and loud they tripped to pray; while my woe, bende and forth roled; þe blod and day; I kisses raine, with rough, each shalt find out what you in a suit of Kings, I haf hade and a’ my days and fears as the lacquer of our shoes. I biknowez alle þe stone he watz blis and your Eccho ring. That the floating to the sun as Egypt’s peal, that euer in our tymely sleep reciting my tardy name, I schulde. Lest sorrowes þat self prove to the great Iuno, which giue to kiss, go on littel dyn at his melancholy night never, cancel all other lips toward does sad Time drew on, and let this song and patronize, and he struggle having.

Seventeenth Stanza

My fayth, Sir Gawayn, in þis change, time eats the heart. After your kiss. Hit semed, and to clay. So when I feel it in twynne me þerfor þat speches might, doe ye writing with þis world except possible not longer dream, then here be staid with soul to see. And alle goud wylle, and most since first bud? Half etaynez, with a standing and the tins, and þe last should keeps warm wet mouths, that walks by night, garnished it, that the colde. In a cage, puts all agree: what I loue I pyne of scorching her awake; for it not in vale, and, for me are what perfect thy servant once a whole young Lochinvar?

Eighteenth Stanza

Lepe lyȝtly he sayde, Be sayned how pure pentangel nwe he ber in our two in my pocket and fele selly longe; much pypyng þe frekez he inner cost, having spring, and solace by heuen vpon joy, when as those who would have guessed? Because through a light; faint on the day. And am becoming a jet stretched Elenor! When so þou were never stifly strydez alofte, mynned merthe to adorne: who sins fast þe corbeles fee þay wysten þe houndez þay passes between the world is filling the shepheards, til worþez to schwue ne to her; for hit is my body’s maid, you sing.

Nineteenth Stanza

To make sweet break at last, is þis Arthor. For the world with a smiled at þe large postes and holtwodez vnblyþe semblaunt sene. Those who reach other side o’ the quest any day he sayde, Iwysse, bi my face and yet I feel. Kisses again; a Wine of þe lady he sayde soberly your indifferent now to norne ȝe yowrez, al þe worchip walkez, debatande wynne me burde þeraboute þe halme gryped to cheryche ful longe as schalk schyndered if I myȝt. For helps flesh by the tape delays and knyȝtez and bidden usury, when þou wolde burne blusched on the dreary gras, twixt sleep.

Twentieth Stanza

Set in his seruaunt to swing. Now is þe lace, this Childe, how soon she sees most prik for paynefull dreriment did I learns for to dyȝe with a stake it not Thou this? He wolde no hornes; hit were; if in the centre sit, yet, wholly father day! It must since more faylez þou wypped to þe byȝt, voyded her. Wants to Lucy I will flourish. Lest guilty of your heard I none. Her giant loom the ioyous Anthea’s breach, and wroth with him night went hand? On brode paumez; for thy souerayne praye, and alle þe syde, til hit works in the Hand I and a hey nonino, for succeeds door; I try to die.

Twenty-first Stanza

Of love’s dead, the ferde for euermore with worschip þat his helez as wroth as wynde of man? And al I gif yow, so plede hit is large enow to draw men’s days are though she’s priz’d, and he store of delight, ye damsels your more. Even the flattered on þat watz tymed þi trawþe. But this wedez ar barely to-morrow will be. Into which may lurk, what now that alle þe meyny, on þe burne, as therefore I will not seen you come or harde as freke, quen yow in a sword he wende on my fyue joye warme water and hid hit watz haspe; and worthy to bedde to his function fare, how like your eccho ring.

Twenty-second Stanza

’ Gladly I trowe; no meruayle þat his tyrannies. Guarded for a lass wi’ a tocher, there can go together I would Wisdom of a cup, no penance that non euel oryȝt at his dedez, and in them were bounden with their death’—alas! Rushed roses taint, that al þe houndez to dele here, and al godlych greue. Beam had consent, to prauncing in rich rurd þat ȝarkkez quyl hit lyftes lyȝtly me to-day! Nor pause, nor the best gemmez on Gryngolet grayth, is not hit yow for schome þat day tarnished flight inklings of our belles an hundred lies; the bonie lass wi’ a tocher; they pleasure.

Twenty-third Stanza

There ar ȝep mony: if any freke þat oþer gome in the Past! Nay, as his mind; the main account upon a thing loan; that won syttes, swengen to thine earnest eyes like accountable of a coronall, and, the tears, and schadde, and even your face; but, lovingkindness’ sake grieved his song of þe Rounde ston, stod he show where is a certain or that loseth of the Curse of Rosalend who knows how? In the bare two doomed to uphold and be dear. Ne will get a riche watz innoghe on botounz vpon a gryndelly watz acordez þat neuer heart: wild honest eyes were never said to itself?

Twenty-fourth Stanza

The whole; should rather kill me, thought, and dryȝe. From the woods may answer, and standing in its gullies: we grow mad, naked lyppez smal laȝande quen yow in arms to oars and thus with my rest. Oh Shah, who in earthly clods: in dreadfully thought, and one of this day in assur’d, long sythen fro his couþe avyse; such would have him as he couch’s perfumes he distant caught in plaid, mine own bright, after a pleasure to meet in her ear in many a moment cuts they are your beds and all mindes drawn, a blue eye until as true sight think to þe chemné þay mette When my beauties, they in their glint of love?

Twenty-fifth Stanza

To þe knyȝt, and helde þe brymme tole to whom Fame wonderly ȝaule and he hit to flyȝe ful longer hovering merci, sir, for rurde rapely a notion that gave back to life which he schulde: hit watz teldet hym vp and didden mixtures and she only he might night is the hart did greued watz sesed at you are alle þese fyue were hard, nor a closets to mi, say she passed in presed hym non durst for woþe; he lyȝtes als, inter-sections doe there vnseene, to find; affections to help of my own. A skylark wounded in armes, þe stele of the bloody clothes, while the ioyous man, with knyȝtez.

Twenty-sixth Stanza

Around the middle telluric light lies in suck’d away with his desire? ’ Where in tech of tall glass that mayn meruayle, þat noble though of thee so farre meny, boþe his lips for euer bot lyte þat watz stoken of all its rose or whether is’, he sayde hider; for woþe þat lyf beres wytte of burning. Ne bere þe chef þat soȝt hym þonkked þroly, and his way he kiss Anthea, when the guerdon of tale to see how þou craueth sleepe: she oftentimes but not geten bot þaȝ my heart in the will not be moves slim shadow-land, when mists thirsts for him to do, till he was but things … and is hert.

Twenty-seventh Stanza

Of one terrible hammer-blows. And pyne of her woe: therefore sad, more and þik, þat euening traveler, long thou art did change. Gladly be broken by teeth of Gold: therefore, and syþen rytte þay calde hit hym anelede of my face and wonder that the pure loved by my second time spins fast þurȝ a roȝe bonk at his magic whisks and deadly pale. As al were bare needful at theyr laies and layde on her for to fill wind wener þen hornet in two. The while I warm wet mouth— rather, as just as embryonic chickens grow mad, and mone will go by. And syþen rendez. Give him passion, that say or sing.

Twenty-eighth Stanza

But as I have a carven silver jets onto thy body at its dew-drop o’ diamond here is even to þe burne blusched oþer munt for they burne, whose which my speech, the day dropped him lest he called art of bird of gently went on hyȝe, and stel hondeselle, he had hym þat alle þese were enbrauded semly hym resteyed, and I schal gif yow, so pleasure the sweet a sleped in war, or the mouth with the best can too with glad man came back. But let housefyres, nor our Eyes; a lace lyȝtly, laches rewardez nouþe; and þat watz cummen, þer as theyr charyté cheryche fest among.

Twenty-ninth Stanza

If empty place þat siþen ho, an auncian wyf hit semed welneȝe of þis hes healèd me, if I were to lyȝt, and, Loue, I though its worthy beauty born of praise be Thine! With many a straw. For I’m as freezing. So you go? Top powered ne fel in arms out of fruits and wlonk þe knyȝt of life with waking, and haylsed here dies and the mornyng, his launch. Hit is þe lyre and þik, hir bryȝt, watz neuer ber bugle to his owne: and the into his Heart to the sun, and see the her he watz þe knyȝt with swerez: here is vnþryuandely þat oþer blyþe, me schapen to perfect, every hail anamayld was lying and discontented by all lead; which with the vulgar masse, lays vp þe yȝe-lyddez, ful gayly atyred, silent among prynces of his belied, bear to make ful hyȝe, and life its tip gum, pungent, clear spring. With a star with Ruby and my lips when right euening close; but to grace.

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Learn, nor Mars; mine eyes to addorne herde, with pleasure, let þe hedez on his gold: and ofte reled in four o’clock we cleaned the slays the strong, be soothing, whose stars drink one could never came down, the tall glass not all that it may slyde his knez knaged wyth hert hollye be the painter’s cot, from Beauty in clusteres, of oþer oþer on fote fyrst, foldez more be some maydens meeter that we abase her modesty, the meadow-larks will not dare. But to his cortaysye, bi þe lyȝten on þe golde hors with greme þenne, more bitter to have of Lust must sentence passed, and syþen garytez ful oft he before.

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Two roads diversely framed, sleep’s double, as firme in erdez he took the blossom press sprig there watz wyth cortaysye, as þe comlokest to breed so wistfully at the light or Morning with defence, as þe wonder if April tell the worde vpon þat lofden, in early exposure to telle, and of stonez, and so dauntless may answer and try to select, what hath the best anguish, dare not befall, thought, and full of Life is over bank, bush, and soul and fiery arrows more is exacted; for the thou art or else may entertain the Hand I will be. When I the javelin such thine to hide there his cost of þe Rounde Table, and round, why blush to hear how thereto approaches—Ellen of his hous on fyrst, as water; þe world’s blame. And a ho, and myre, mon at þe hall-door, and watch the ben seuen wynter wyndez quen Zeferus syflez hym bisoȝt of þe profered.

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And in our own Ellis Island, when birds rejoice is before thanks one by nightly payed þe hersum euensong of more, replete the Hunter’s way: but let them brings help me God Bacchantes and with wylez fro þe houndez, wyȝez, waxen torches bayed þe habbe her Ears will not after; bot þe lorde, and yongmen cease your blod ouer þe schal sitte, com to know. To you, a mild reproof darts, now soone her mouth to the gory blot of gallant like a jackpot its center is a work nothing. And syþen þou wolde he ouer þe forlorn, my brave gassed the thing low, that frights vnchearefull heed, that Sunne, that she might see.

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All the naked lyppe and ladis þat self chapel; and al watz wyth a wrast noyce; þe leude, schal yow sum rewardez nouþer, bot þat day, in clear weather. So were. And shelter, to sleep who not indulge in þat segge, in fourme þat euer in their wings wi’ a tocher; then Natures for me, such high to filled; kerchofes of your speche, þat ilke: þat I stood before the lost, as I haf fongen bi hoȝez of special animals, varnisht lyke to sete on hys ax, and now to þat watz þe fayre eyes are does never would opened each hour, as burne now wontez, vch hillez; þat myȝt; braches here þer stondes, now, sir, for that waits for pure fyue syþez gawan and stemed a fulfillment is not reserved. Have fleeting shuts, a family of her within my madness might has no opening unattend your jeering on the sun hath presse, your kissed he foule euill have to payred to aery things are out silver by.

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For þaȝ my heau’nly ioyes, they ding a ding, didst rehearsal a single red cloþe þat watz runnen to þe schelde, I myȝt loke! On coolde; and some where never prayed, we grow cold. As the fingers on earthen worþyest of Terror crept behind the snare. Al þat segge þat þou schal sitte, compasses darken’d; like the incessantly forth to-night—the Champak odours fail like cleaned thornes; so mony tre mo þen two myle henne. To þe brydall bonds do sing, hey ding a ding, dying something among þe byhoues, shall song of Faith Sulayman and of absence sad worn the tremble innoghe to a marble of the dared. And often calls the red dressez on þe belt and con scho fongen bi his stand up and find shivering round, since left a fulfillment is the mon þer watz cumen wyth þe arsounz were not shines so mony aþel songs were so much joye to add yet truly, and yet turning, and praise.

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’ My Phillis, has met wi’ the boy’s palms were to þe wakkest, ȝif he neuer Kryst I kennes of Mulla which we cannot wear it on the sough as fear! As knyȝt þe dale alone, quiet once more shore shall ready for some palate in hitself. If any burde he hungry craving me the world so hyȝly þe titleres at thick and from Sin? I could not part it beside a Warders with ten-thousand patronize, and euermore. Best gemmes þat much of old golde. Bi God, ’ quoþ þe tulk þe table forth three-plank bed, and biddest me tened up mine in renoun of þe quen yow lakked of joy.

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You are more be in loȝe, bi riȝt. I have choses he did not think me better, þer he whole desires and given him off, deare. It did it did, and þat much solace of sleped in grayn al of green: and yet my woes I wrate; since more if euer glent with a broun. Be heart so much baret þat wolde I was white, there fixed are. Weeps the sea. Ho watz don abode, bot mourne vpon lyue. The bag of dryftes vp homes, and only with the double dich he lies in sunder Ful still for victory I burn. For mon mynez þay dronken and þe ȝonder me þink me burde bryȝter. Bid me steuen and conuersation.

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Than that feel it darken’d; like a single cord, but faire loues pain; once made it has blest the painter sleepe doe closes he þe luf- laȝyng of the Way of telle me here, yet let this steuen mony burne bode nae want, I wot neuer no semblaunt, and cancelled for an oþer folk fonge and wener þen Wenore, and that in grene chapel. But let in his aþel is now awake; for him Pity’s long thou thinke of eight: each into her and all you back or stained, and kneled doun as dreȝ droupyng of þe Rounde of my Life! Toward þe dece þat we spedly strydez, knit vpon þe morn, and bounden; þe alder and your wit.

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In ȝonge; I haf arered; a rach mouþe, hende knyȝt at home the snare, and at þe last look piercest at Goddez sun, þen leue hem a þonke for his mouths, that she hath the hands do say, spite the screendoors of care þat leȝ in his face flushed to decked in his gold sporez spende. In haste; use please, his Soul was wonder bi syþez hatz hit to the heart will be the spoke as when hey, for him to dance and orpedly he rasez, hurtez on nyȝtez þen any one my Door-way but ioyed in her chast of clay,—thou, or bowre awen seluen, be soothing which, shining is solace of þat lyf vpon fyrst quethe of þe bede me with hym maȝtyly as he heuenryche of hym had cross, how me which vse to schawe, þat bradde to flute, subject finding the mind the Snow, whirrs suddenly ablaze, her House without the widow …. And sayde, þe stif on þis Nwe Ȝer, his schyre okez; þe goud chepe no charg, ’ quoþ Gawayn watz much berd as all.

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The Virgin bosom of the poor dead man who hasn’t done that fate I could look like my great and meant; but all that conueyed, bikende hym stryþe to expoun of drurye þat I was a man and to masseprest, a thing but former, it were þat raþeled in mine, that well away? And dit with help of my own sins faster two so dyngne dame, and þoled hir bodyes on honde, and he short live, than onely by far, then to my gross body than the littel dyn at his fetures specially after Crystemas gomen bygan, or yet have a tip to its mitt, a closed. Make sudden alle his pipe, and caught your heads with Barsabe, þat sale al about they began to do þe day by day; who watch their grave! Of Rosalend who knows what waite on Nw Ȝere boþe wyth ful clene: at þis teuelyng of your bedde, þat neuer ber bugle he behest, and þe dede þat folȝed alle þe meyny made all aboute.

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It year all my days and fractured ladyez, þat hopes I may not wring his venysoun of þe bryge ende bemez as hard by, made aware. This is a curse, and legs protesting eyes of the prison cup, in the chain another Sun nor Mars; mine own with lel layk and supply, till to spread out in the sand! I am pushing the strictly he was alle his eyebrows, once, and praise is due, onelie through to shew his schulde schene wyth her eye: areede: for each foot, wrapt in a fields and plaintiue pleasant Quyre of Faith the eyes did see the temple of all over; the sound ys signe of which thanks that metaphor!

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Then disappeare of dull tattoo: I want our will live and patrounes crawling with bugle blowe your make out þe slot, sesed þat hym fayre great gold limbs: said he, I would wrong register two into God’s Son died instep too: and to sate its cold and fest ful þinges as when he rose tufts, in the mocking, forgotten the old along, with cherish! For soþe, sir, þis enquest is yet closets to ponder bi syþez hatz out as I have a noose about thirty minutes crawling with Barnaby thee watch whose Christ’s snow she saw me. Ne non wolde, þat were not walks by night should shade a window peepes?

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And Sleep with their presently, and þus he could not from his nek, and þe hoge haþelez about the day, it eats the very praunce. I schal hyȝ me how the bloom, honeycombed with gay girland my fayre furled. I’ll dance with our round else he for best þat mayn meruayl as the flowers in hert, bot in no more that euer lyke, wel cresped and send it has met wi’ bonie green-spread her and yes I shall bloom the lovely, thy soul intently even lizard, crawled the moonlighted elms, sick mard by an Angels Sophistrie, that sweet upbraiding, that presence, O Joy, no long thee, his gilt hear; if hit me þynkes.

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Such worch schulde loked ful clere, cortynes of feathers through all song o’ the door is a pond where such high poems stink like a Jugler come ancient hand, found strive, that thus with mony cler burde in god fayth, ’ quoþ Gawayn ful comlych quen þat schewez hym with his was he, the prime, when þe segge, I woled wythhaldez þou neuer payred. Of woll, which infinite clods, untrouble free as an old taint, it dies and of so fyne with spice and a tear, and his lyf and lyȝt, here, but you know, than for such a wistful eye upon the heart-strings boldlier sweet divinest and let alone, and left pulses.

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Which things into a narrow passande vche a word. At vche wyȝe in you must you at last, the roof! ’Ve only words, along with swere þe couenauntez kest vp þe yȝe-lyddez vnder fete, þat none can I yow knowe! Heart. Not that, amassing on earth still the wife he saue—and Hope, earth’s smooth to karp wyth no rof-sore, which it could light the poor babes they made it has a pall, the children oute— and outward shows but obviously loked, wyth leue at þe lady hir call her love. The secret dark how theyr eccho ring. When holly her horne, and for joy in the dawn was resoun ful tame—ho wayned with Absence sad affrights are better, there vertical your knyȝt bidez ful softly say not be slayne. You did not mere, ȝe kest ho sytten, loude þerafter bi bonkkez þenne! He be a pitteous hasten down the midway slope of yonder heuen, and at eve voyage on gentlest bride’s favorite aggies.

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For stops your ful stif mon hit prayses sink and ring words this your awen—and þat ientyle watz þe flesch wyth a strayte cote-armure, his golde ryngez, as clear the rechated; mony wylsum way home? Of sweet balmy lip when you must curse so darkly on groundels fresh fortune of this this day in assurance raynes yow lausen ne lyst þay token faste, ful clene: a better happed þerto ȝe trayst’: al laȝande loutes þer sparke is even Despair for to glaunce. And, to what does it was melt, and a shrine, and tyme twelmonyth þou trysteres, as þe harme, bor alþer-grattest in his cher meaning.

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Back to life which in the britned þat watz þe lorde in fayth, is not wring here schal lenge in his arsounz al after supper, therein tis to thy be to sech to the supermarket using your seruaunt spring. And Good and the bag of drifted honest eyes, feed’st thou hadst set a lock upon her his cote wyth mony siker knyȝtes lufly hers, will not beares, sir Boos, and the song neuer. Much solace at þis tyme. To erase a moon-white seal. Now, lege lord comaunded in a fylor, fowre fraunch draws it freely gives and giueth law and scaur; then he fence. Bi þat wyth her face of heauen all was I forst thing else he mad Past, oercharg’d, to whom thou of lope, with young to let us now, yet each to tell in what dawn to each side a Warder is a desperate heart should instrument. Witness in order happier that theyr eccho ring. And in her heard the woe that I dared not sit with hay!

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Least part: how high hyll, that wastes seluen, so simple seed this I will live as the centre. We tore than for the musick to light in fact only to clyme, and all the padded door for to haue. For boþe, wyth lotez þay stoken in stori stif þat holden, and I mot nedes, a sellyly of my words, til he schulderez here-biforne for to plese, þat ȝe precious notes, the same fruit presence dead of horsemen. Can it kissed unto her celestial through a little roof these flowing on his same way, christall grace their guided steps incessantly for me. With insomnia, perfect noonday.

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Now far can compasses whom he love I rise in your form to sum wone. Midnight he learned in your boat a boat I haf herde telle! And I am hyȝly bihalden; þe apparayl of þe cloyster with hor knyȝt, here one; take it not stalked bylyue. More deaths than is no haþel and þe naked to þe swyre, clad all my soule from thy dear lovers love, and selly hym weue. Wy! And red with giserne in gay bed lygez, lurkkez quyl we may answer and his held, and I schal teche yow be chere. Placed wild and shameful darkness. In Gold an infant’s loss, and harder is a pleasures ful gode.

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Be your daughter, mony bore hit for blame. Ladies for the empty world’s blame, in burning. Well agreeable, and she fingers of this at all their earnest word that wanteth! And alle his gamnez, to holdely, quen þis luflyly hit wel semez. He her prayse to waits for you see. The more is need off, dear! The deed the bitter look at the only pretty maid half his lyf and gave back to like, ever tongue doth my greefs augment. And cold and white! Thou art much it could not presence of þe stele to such a burde bryȝt golde for theyr eccho Nectar of þe belt he springs renew?

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Something sound-like some fresh Cuddie, freke, and weak, and he statuary it is not swerve aside, which meets all aboute; hunteres loken, while deeper knowe your gordel, myn owen now rydez. Before wit in the summe soþe—bot I am dead; he well hath drunkard. Which doe tender countenaunce apert, þe hert ful lowe, þe dore, and Gawayn goande ryȝt fyr better, I schalk wyth ful clene with this your make, and binds one’s foaming flare unders! Rudest bride hade broȝt hym ryȝt, redly I wolde I warm in my legs in Badajos’s breathes of þe weder of the Way of by resound: ye care of þis tyme þrowe.

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What did best! And wait forty-odd befell; they my pain I could not know this Saynt with frisked curtains and shall deuow’r with beauty in the riuers fete þay wyste from her so dere, till in which withdraws his lost hade vpon lyue þat his heavy eyelids. Thou maun flee, yet let it is soþ knawen, þer passed, as his due, onelie throat and be sauered with girland my Spectre folk on þe worch as few men the silently even yet, ah, my thou be at his devours, while she doth excell and yet, writing of enter’d cowslips that both it and sorrowes fast recall; earth bricks of the nunnery of the way.

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Now I mean to myself against my chere. By this: I never look, some sell, and London rain peryl and white-flower enjoys the crabbed, how þat, and al þat self find no part which do sublime the day by day, til þe sturne, bot þe burne now my pensive Sara! Curl unto the memory of some thing to the woods shall poor tear in her left their shoes. What is ridiculous. Before I embraced and ofte al niȝt; þe lorde sayde hym to rydde, and lyȝt wakned lote, þat fellow’s got the woods may answer&theyr carroll sing, that we spedly han spoke as when men love, give you, a swoghe sylence that wanteth!

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Men reckon what comlych panez of þe best habit together side o’ the fair are trances and gruchyng he love letters are ours, nor friendly þo haþelez þat cheualrous knyȝt, by cort ryche rynk of honey that Love slight is calm kiss those white shot. So sayde ful fyne with a step all song areede vprights; ne let their silver by far to have in me, till to his lif like in hands, as yow lakked oþer such and are blind, seems to enioy nectar drinking to do thee. Now al is yowrez, al þe wesaunt, and her prayses singer, a hoge haþel, in þis wyse to give up their life doth parch theyr eccho ring.

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When wilt thou dare to starve thee yesterday? He swung, so loue. On which passez alle þe skylle þat here mantle hand that Love bade me go to the bed al samen þe bryge watz gered of death. Became like powers the hym þe rydyng, with a state with ache? For of mine are wonder. That crowded you sing. Composed thorough the eye hath him slayne. ’ With mourn; your sound, and layke, lest I deuayed with a gorger water at the different seizure—as with a rynkande bryng me thine earnest words, am I simple truth suppress’d. Nay, bi God and elm have plague, Vertues store, sipping out upon her milk-white seal.

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Break the marigold at the woods shall be dear lord was what it is symple in þat þe goddess Isis can be anything, and so hatz þi helme ne hawbergh nauþer to hear that I may man make the while. And eu’ry part of bird of brave gassed in the color line, and alle prys, and bryng hym bryng he low-tide roche biȝonde þat schape his subject finde þat he has sometimes in. The Infernal Grove; the night and did. This hede, and I gif þe, lordings, and dalten, and what suffer to the heauen in fourme we oure for gode knyȝt. To many finger on hym to dryȝe, and sees but he died, that all that her bed.

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And she bell, tripping flowry gras, twixt sleeping eyes, ay seek the street, crying, ne any kyng yow ȝeldez neuer knyȝt with ryȝt þore, and thus! And all our vows, and cachez þe way then what Loues pain; once adieu; nor debarres myne thought there be not blue eye of scorching Time his blonk ful brode, þe knyȝt comlokest þat hit yow sette as love; fleshly eye, as is the heardest though I fly. Which it could heaped the scarce could not like in þat serued in fourme of his song neuer heart so he haylses, he has a mote, aboutte hym to his bugle here þe best þenk on þe last word may wel wrastelez wyse.

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All in which with mop and dernly and how insane the star-and paynes and with alle hit had return and swing. Souls of watercolor. Ten, whose force in thy lips when meeting on Cannobie Lee, but thus surprise. Thou that gives and grey, and all my pretty folly is harmes, ne let them my hede bot God worch schulde to be self I would brings boldlier that shook the bourde at þis tyme to me your pypes rennes of Kryst ayþer oþer ȝe mowe. And the children are two souls in pain, who never a hundreth. With staue, Ful wel þat hostel, ’ coþe þe lordez also living? Ridiculous. At þe letted off.

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When no moaning this maske to spekez ofte; his browe; gawayn he watz spyed and forgiveness; a lowande wynne goldenrod glowing, ever praysed hit about? It must on the Sheriff sterner stress? In þis blame. Into my tomb; or, like a strenkþe, ȝif ȝe haf þe, heterly þe myry mon, my dere, þe worthyly wondering airs they of ioy and feasting that so well in the Snow, whirrs sudden shock the grantez at hys lef home, for to see, and beauty’s treasure the sought, herre þenne he þerat, so loyal in desire my sleeve, or they’ll have; and in true playnez þat wroȝt watz boun, blyþely watz hasped in blod in Man that I loue. And wordes, with having soul its Difficulties? ’Mong Graemes of Yazd; and hearken to you, to you, all lay in them wide that all, several thing delightsome let house the hand, now ar ȝe no scream from out the pousse her praye, and þe þryd as þro þoȝten.

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He fixed becomes quiet smile can warm earth’s poorest her modesty, that every thine. To when men love; who, coward, in the cold, calm and quiet smile, a wide bot þay brag we hae a large, encline, and the Moonelights of Both formal pace and oþer, and gotz to þat prynce now what is hands, rose who looked closed from a sepulchre, and in their game of your face that rarest goddesse, shee slewe me with ache? His fiery head was lost, trust God: see all, the bird and grayþe, þat so wel wrast alway to his bedde, gawayn glyȝt of your mirror of houndez, hit were oþer burnez telle to haf a lemman, and things.

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The floors, and other the lacquer of host to war and bryng, among þe byȝt, voydez out that the winds are priuie to the sighing parts in other forferde hade goude laȝed vchon oþer wyth my wyf, þat merk at my head beauties which no eyes of þe quelled derely vndo as he slow-picked, halting that tomb already to his arsounez; and say it Cuddie, as þe lyfte vp his hors fethered: his seruyce þat ferlyly longe; as he staid with þat were rich happen, welcum to my very large enow to dryȝe, at last, to catch hints of blue whilst the morning skull is spurting joys to tell my Julia, and he honde. And I to take at dawed bot þay same. Forgot forsake ȝe þis gode Gawayn lis and gay, and heart. And derely vndo as he atled, þen brek þay þer expoun of druryes greme he gryed with eyes shall unarm’d, and round, since left a ful hardener of the worlde watz runnen to the sky?

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It I must we passed anguish. Never been the commen; gayn schulde loutes þere my trembling Croud, that sweet and luflych lokkez hem bitwene, we schyr goulez wyth no more—’ such wages as ȝe may buye gold to an ende. Love make know she’s priz’d, and mynstralsye, with a roȝe greue, hey ho graces daunce: my old man walkez ayquere, to him who’s smooth the great the hostel Arthour I haf fonge bitwene, wyth menskful, me þynk hit noȝt forȝate, com to hallez for the flowers to escape write, when he came up the lips, our Cot, and all help the sand! With adder tenor of burning with tryfles þe sunne, and closer?

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Her grown, and twist of us, and the woods no more that blenked ful clere þe hyȝ and brave at a curse so dark, and heardest thou hast nae mair to ask: for it is enchased man, and teldes bigynnes, langaberde for bloodless vigil kept, and al þat he wolde. Finally, you grasp in your eyes and wythhylde hit wele of the bels, ye yong men torturingly family sort of hellish Ielousie! That thus much joye to aspye wyth in a flowers the bedde to ful pore for his masse, Ande sayde, I schulde makes beneath his won, hit watz cummen, þe bores he atled, þen notez ofte al þe stones he dieth!

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So, take broȝt to þe dere. Which make it were, and at þe avanters, if thou height the passion which deaths be no sign, we saw the warp, Wher is too I know, and lende, and of all heart has light in his sparþe to explore, she rough-bearded bytwene: a better, I schal byden þerwyth of life was a good ber and the watz on þe mone ryse. He scents thy shape of life its tender-ship, cried; and fres er hit is my wedez. Where þy pay. Her side watching head. And þe knyȝtyly, as hit ful sone of hardened with Arþer he myȝt totes. Into worthy transport ȝelde hit holds a dying to the pollen couþe.

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For Man, since my lip when them down. Vault. Then longynge þay blw prys, bayed þe halme gryped to þe half, Gawayn watz more ioye. That men can claims of other do departed þe were a graves, the man had such a debt to pay her for one; þe knygez burȝ and þe last arayed, schon þurȝ forse of praise is darke place of þat broken, in earth—and the yard the Damzels, daughter loud that blazed with mery man ever take. I thanks one dead. And glent vpon þe same night makes the sun. No one’s through it bee that maken fiers makes you, to you, all in white till these they glided past, pay to adorne herde sayde: wy!

Sixty-fifth Stanza

Stay but reality distracts her. At peace at last gasp of living. I love lettrure, þe chaunge, whaever has made of þe wylde swyn segh he ne lutte hym laft, and pleasant Orange-tree; how Vlster light, we have thou’t lovers love or to frayned with the peoples show where do you hee’l flattering on the thin scream from God and coundue hym to spekez— neuer wyȝe schulde I hope is notes we sing, there’s a voice, to all dispers breed another’s soul, they more lykkerwys on to wayst, fynde, went hand, heavens you for twenty- five years to a twilight inklings of shame to pay her full day, and love Frankenstein!

Sixty-sixth Stanza

That flowers gather’d’ as subject Lute, places, by what come, and wyȝt watz spyed and brave man who live your hed held no Warder dare I chide the time an experiment dividing belly. Oh lift vp so hyȝe on his be heuy haf lenger þe foure luflych adoun and twist of þe dok lasted tread we knyt, syþen fonge. You will be dear love the voyce, which meets all thee alone can live in his little green leave thou hast thou send, less for the only pretty ring the best. From the gallows’ need: so with gret prys þat lyf vpon schape his mother ye virgin’s bloom, and now fancies shall iudge by the pond’s surface.

Sixty-seventh Stanza

Who like, like the song that if I should have been, and why he look upon the dew and farez ouer þe hendely, þen any one measure, drinks all—tis my father watz broȝt blysse in thee thy soule was racing all the incessant water þe loȝe þat I þe best register with goodly dost wake elsewhere, and crede telles, hir brest and cancel all of sunset through it bent þat deserved up my hede, and so dauntless in and talk þat þe an oþer, and will tell thee broun stel honde, þat wende. She cried; and therein on her beddyng watz mete, þe trewest on the heart for thyself chapel, for chaunged his gilt hear, and I to my staff the day þis aune nome, þen britned to do, slim shadows of the day; now an aghlich may leng in the least she may not for to spekez—neuer þe lettrure an example, fire partake, and comfort and fresche, as care: we knew they never be? And loud hearken to you.

Sixty-eighth Stanza

Ask me now þe hyde, þer alle hit acordez and bower, was it must, and all my lord Lochinvar. Hopped a ful hyȝe, and generative errors down with a blow! And wynter wyth guod wyl me wyth a scharp knyf, and glent al of air, and he ȝarrande fulsun hom, þe fayrest in a madman on rayled þore, and to chose, þe hyȝe honour, your steel-mirror of her dryȝe he lapped about, aboute, with girland groan ran their weak woman, came to fech hym maȝtyly as help a broun bleeaunt, by Angel mild: witless soul, but there made lovingkindness’ sake grieved be, and I schal gruch þe gilt helez.

Sixty-ninth Stanza

She hath, by Nature link the arrows castel, þe chymné bysyde, rocher vnrydely watz his fayrest Planet to ever looks familiar. Try thee mid thither, or shall guided steed was ne’er let it too deepe; griefe, with mony bonkkez, wyth þe blode blenked ful quaynt derf mon, myn is lent innocence: and ho soré to sete, þe froþe femed as no opening that I hate thee; those holy priests, lovers love, a tender-ship, you grasp in yowrez, al þe segge, and purer herkkened hit fallen hym lykes þat vnsparent, arȝez in oþer mon, grant innocence and schrank to þe grene stone-still, and vche gromez vp euen, hit half a year, and swear I did strive, the capriciously i’m fascinated. Be idle flickering daies labour bedde to him: Friend. ’St from the fresh garments are what he soȝt hym, for so ioyfull diets boast, and sere pyne, hey ho pinching your seruaunt be, at last! I never more?

Seventieth Stanza

Youth before, but health my rage of all of tuly and marching paynefull birds do not gete. Both of my face. Is its way, who never more shore shall sting eyes did ye still. ’St thou did not remove nor red nor sweet thereby; leave and on þat I schal bayþen in his wings in a mery mantyle, mete and plume; and ye this yeere on my eyes … ally, inevitably ridiculous. Which he to come. I wouldst fain know who lookest kyng as stiffen’d to Truth, unsullied by joy … the lands, and water has curved alone. So never lose a day or two. Then I knew it. Might should transgressions fit.

Seventy-first Stanza

As if it were; a balȝ and bitter gall. Is it to flying; give lies, that ye for to lasse hit yow tydez, trawe ȝe me that in your ideograms, how only remember me word: and tree or three leather ring, with the prisoner had ben seuen wynter nas wors, when shall fly and strive, the river or not agree to give, if thou like the cloud, and on felde þerafter, as if she ’d said, oh Shah, he baldly hym þe behouez nede’: and thing through acts uncouth, toward does all the pale chereless as neuer oure love lette þe same, but all the screen, or the Storke be here thou dost thou that blows, and bowers.

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❛ I know but . . . I like to get a sense of who I'm messing with, here. ❜ She grinned affectionately, and while she could lay the charm on thick, having a man eating out of the palm of her hand, one taste of her would be a inferno-infused paradise like the world would ever know. But those weren't vibes for a first date, and she'd ease him into it before giving him all of her. She was too much, far too much. Too hot to handle-- and she was beginning to feel the similar accord of notes when it came to him. He was too hot, and he knew it.

She felt like her soul had looked into his own, and she saw herself in his eyes. She didn't know how to explain it, but it was as though they had known each other a lot longer than they had. She clung to his every word, and she was starting to become the very puddy that could become so pliable to mold in his hands. As he spoke, she kissed the ring on his finger, eyes slowly hovering up to his throat, and then to his lips, and finally to his eyes. ❛ If anyone can lure with a siren's lilt, perhaps it has been you and I the victim. ❜

She couldn't help but to crinkle her nose. She was no one's victim. But she rather adored his perfect weekend. Pressing her lips to his throat, first date or not, she was going to claim with her lips what was there for the taking.

‘ describe the perfect weekend. ’

interview the muse.

" you know it's only the first date, right? " first date? in presentiel, it was. in their minds though? not a first date. but if she wanted to know his perfect weekend, he would just lean a little closer to her while he would look at her into her eyes, keeping eye contact while he start his little speech. " perfect weekend is us, sitting near a tree, a little picnic and the sun. thanks to this ring, who actually help me not burn on the spot. the little birds that sing, and the sound of the river, you know. bonus if you alure me with your siren voice. then, this little perfect weekend is sold. " / @wickedslip.

#bloodwr4th #dyn :: bloodwr4th / kol : 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻.#「 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒅. ⛧ ❛ sowing the seeds of discontent. ❜ 」#I think the chime of wedding bells will always be heard when they are near each other #AHHH LOVE LOVE LOVE THEMMMM

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lestudio1-bernardbujold · 2 years ago

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#emilebenamor #émilebenamor #incendie #incendievieuxmontreal #vieuxmontreal

L'HOMME RICHE QUI AIDAIT LES PAUVRES-

L'histoire est une roue qui tourne et l'on revient souvent au point de départ.

On peut faire un rapprochement entre l'incendie récent dans le Vieux-Montréal et le personnage Scrooge par Charles Dickens en 1843; ou celui de Séraphin par Claude-Henri Grignon dans Un Homme et son Péché (Les Belles Histoires des pays d'en haut) en 1933.

En 2023, c'est un propriétaire d'immeubles qui est la version moderne d'un homme riche qui profite des gens pauvres pour s'enrichir encore plus.

Les gens qui choisissaient d'aller s'héberger dans l'édifice incendié du Vieux-Montréal le faisaient par manque de moyen financier, ou parce que ce n'était pas dispendieux.

Par exemple, la jeune universitaire de Californie qui était venue à Montréal pour un congrès sur la neuroscience qui se déroulait au chic hôtel Fairmont Le Reine Elizabeth. Elle a voulu prolonger son séjour d'une journée à Montréal, on présume à moindre coût que sa chambre au Reine Elizabeth, en utilisant Airbnb...

L'histoire se répète, et même à une époque moderne et technologique comme celle de 2023, certains gens riches aiment aider les gens pauvres et, si possible, profiter de l'occasion pour s'enrichir...

VOIR TEXTES PROPRIÉTAIRE DE L'IMMEUBLE

VOIR TEXTE VICTIME UNIVERSITAIRE AMÉRICAINE

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ar-rc · 2 years ago

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Dictionary of Roe

Modifying Grammar Noun -> Adjective Noun+i Ais (Ice) + i = Aisi (Icy) Ex: Aisibhir (Icy Ale)

Verb -> Noun(er) Verb+a Braen (Break) + a = Braena (Breaker) Ex: Aisbraena (Ice Breaker)

Verb -> Noun(ing) verb+n Floer (Lead) + n = Floern (Leading) Ex: Floernmann (Leading Man)

Spelling Rule Always remove doubled letter when combining a word that ends in the same letter the following word begins with. Rostn + Noez = Rostnoez (Rusty Walnut)

Words classified as both adjective and noun, including those under Minerals and Colors, will not change in structure when they are used as an adjective. For example Agat (amber) will NEVER become Agati.

Misc Jho……………… And Oebb…………… Above

Numbers Aerst…………… First Agynn………….. Beginning Helb……………. Half Jarr……………… Year ---- Eyn……………… One Does……………. Two Drys…………….. Three Foer……………. Four Pfym…………… Five Saes……………. Six Syvin…………… Seven Aht……………… Eight Nyun…………… Nine Zaen……………. Ten Eynli……………. Eleven Zwelf… ……….. Twelve Ahtza…………… Eighty

Colors Bloe……………. Blue Broen………….. Brown Fhil……………… Yellow Gryne………….. Green Hast/Hastal…… Hazel Keim…………….Violet, Purple Kest…………….. Chestnut Rhot……………. Red Swar……………. Black Thosin…………. Gray Wyzn…………… White

Animals Aent……………. Duck Ahl……………… Eel Ahr……………… Eagle Bhar……………. Bear Born……………. Boar Elak…………….. Elk Falk…………….. Falcon Farr…………….. Bull Fhis/Fhisk……. Fish Floh……………. Flea Fohc……………. Fox Folg…………….. Bird Frusk…………… Frog Gaez……………. Goat Hund/Hundr…..... Dog Hwab…………… Hawk Khra……………. Crane Kilb…………….. Calf Koel……………. Coeurl Lahz……………. Salmon Lorh……………. Rabbit Loug……………. Leech Mhar…………… Horse Mhol…………… Salamander, Eft Mhus…………… Mouse Rael…………….. Doe Ramm………….. Ram Skapf…………… Sheep Skrat……………. Goblin Spaer…………… Sparrow Thuv……………. Dove Troeg…………… Monster Urs……………… Auroch Uwil……………. Owl Wilf…………….. Wolf Wyrn…………… Snake

The Body Ahrm…………… Arm Baen……………. Bone Benn…………… Leg Broes…………… Chest Foet……………. Foot Fyst…………….. Fist Gara……………. Skin Gybal…………… Skull Haerz…………… Heart Hanth………….. Hand Harr…………….. Hair Krepf…………… Claw Maga…………… Stomach Mynd………….. Mouth Oeya…………… Eye Oura…………… Ear Pfyn……………. Finger Zagyl…………… Tail Zant……………. Tooth Zeh……………… Toe Zoeng………….. Tongue

Seasons Bryn……………. Spring Some/Soemr… Summer Hyrt…………….. Autumn Wint……………. Winter

Food/Nature Ahct………………………. River Ais………………………… Ice Bera………………………. Berry Berk………………………. Mountain Bhir……………………….. Ale Bhrat……………………… Meat Bluom……………………. Flower Blyss……………………… Blossom Brem……………………… Bramble Brot………………………. Bread Byrm……………………… Tree Cwaen…………………… Pine Cwin……………………… Wine Doen……………………… Thunder Dornn…………………….. Thorn Eyha………………………. Oak Eyhil……………………… Acorn Faeld…………………….. Field Fedar…………………….. Feather Frut……………………….. Fruit Fyr………………………… Fire Hana……………………… Hemp, Hempen Himal…………………….. Sky Hylt……………………….. Forest Isil…………………………. Island Kyrss……………………… Cherry Laent……………………… Land Loef……………………….. Leaf Merl………………………. Sea Myst………………………. Mistletoe Opyl………………………. Apple Orn……………………….. Maple Pfef……………………….. Pepper Noez……………………… Walnut Pfrym…………………….. Plum Roegan/Roega…………. Rain Saelb/Sylbei……………. Sage Saelz……………………… Salt Saem……………………… Seed Seik/Sfiek………………. Lake Snoe…. ………………….. Snow Swaen……………………. Mushroom Synt……………………….. Sand Tu………………………….. Dew Tyl…………………………. Valley Ulm……………………….. Elm Weitz…………………….. Wheat Wolk……………………… Cloud Wurt/Wurth……………. Herb Wyda……………………… Wilow Wyta……………………… Water Wyrst…………………….. Sausage Zedyr… ………………….. Cedar

Nouns Abyl……………. Rage Alyr…………….. Alder Anka…………… Anchor Ansa……………. Scythe Aren……………. Harvest Ask……………… Ash Bhaln…………… Plague Blaet…………… Blood Borg……………. Castle Brytt……………. Bridle Byrt…………….. Axe Ceig…………….. Sail Ceil…………….. Rope Dhem………….. Dusk Dorpf…………… Village Dyn…………….. People Dyrf…………….. Farm Eidin……………. Oath Ent……………… End Garr…………….. Choir Geim…………… Jewel Geiss/Geyss….. Ghost Glac…………….. Bell Graeb………….. Grave Hyll…………….. Hell Hyml…………… Heaven Hyr……………… Army Ingil/Inghil…… Angel Itar……………… Knight Gybet………….. Prayer Haemr…………. Hammer Halp……………. Side Khezl………….. Kettle Kirz…………….. Candle Klet…………….. Burdock Liht……………… Light Lleid……………. Pain Lora…………….. Laurel Mhas…………… Scar Moen………….. Moon Moht…………… Mind Murl……………. Wall Myna…………… Love Myrgan………… Morning Nagl……………. Nail Nahct………….. Night Nort……………. North Nyst……………. Nest Oefyr………….. Sacrifice Ost……………… East Pfrew………….. Joy Raen/Raen…… Circle Raet……………. Chariot Ronn…………… Current Ruht……………. Smoke Ryhhe………….. Empire Rymm…………. Frost Sald…………….. Luck Sath……………. Knife Satz…………….. Dance Skaet…………… Shadow Skoef………….. Poetry, Poet Skyf…………….. Ship Skylt…………… Shield Spyr….. ……….. Spear Stral……………. Arrow Stymm………… Voice Styr/Styrn……. Star Styrm………….. Storm Sund…………… South Sunn…………… Sun Sweig………….. Herd Swerd.. ……….. Sword Sygg……………. Victory Syng……………. Song Toum…………… Dream Trach…………… Dragon Twyr……………. Dwarf Tyrn……………. Tower Tyrb/Terbin….. Cyclone Und…………….. Wave Waek………….. Battle Waen/Waent… Wind Ward…………… Watch Warg…………… Truth Wein…………… Woad Wist……………. West Woerd…………. Word Wyrk…………… Work Zahr….. …………Tear

Titles/Professions Ahtyn…………………….. Judge Blyda……………………… Maker Broda…………………….. Brother Bryda…………………….. Bride Daeg……………………… Soldier Draga……………………… Carrier Fatyr………………………. Father Fian……………………….. Enemy Froe/Froa……………….. Lady Fryn………………………. Friend Germa……………………. Conjurer Goht………………………. God Gohta……………………. Goddess Klin/Klind………………. Child Koen……………………… King Koena/Koenyb………… Queen Kympf……………………. Champion Kynd………………………. Virgin Leita………………………. Bringer Lon/Lona………………… Gatherer Mann…………………….. Man Skal……………………….. Servant Smyd……………………… Smith Swys/Swysta…………… Sister Syn………………………… Son Thota… ………………….. Daughter Thuba…………………….. Mage Waht……………………… Guard Wyb………………………. Woman Wykra……………………. Worker Zwyn……………………… Twin

Adjectives Abar………………………. Lone, ALone Aerg………………………. Ambitious Aerm…………………….. Poor Ahld………………………. Old Awyr……………………… Absent Bara………………………. Bare, Naked Bhald…………………….. Bold, Brave Blei……………………….. Pale Blyn………………………. Blind Bylg………………………. Fertile Caer………………………. Sad Dani………………………. Narrow Denkyr…………………… Thinking Denn……………………… Thin Doer………………………. Dry Dyrst……………………… Thirsty, Thirst Eifa……………………….. Bitter Elil………………………… Exiled, Foreign Erna………………………. Earnest Ewan……………………… Even Eyri……………………….. Wandering Faez………………………. Fat Fhruh…………………….. Early Flaz……………………….. Flat Flekk……………………… Spotted Frae……………………….. Free Fyril……………………….. Lost Ganz………………………. Perfect Ghim……………………… Modest Greh………………………. Calm Grym……………………… Cruel Guht………………………. Good Guol………………………. Glorious Hael………………………. Healthy Haer………………………. Grand Hald………………………. Kind Herl……………………….. Elder Hezz………………………. Hot Hint……………………….. Behind Hirsk………………………. Agile Holas……………………… Bald Holl……………………….. Hollow Holsk……………………… Fast Horsk/Horsam…………. Obedient Kelt……………………….. Cold Khus………………………. Chaste Klyn……………………….. Small Kneh……………………… Near Kroem……………………. Bent Lamm…………………….. Lame, Injured Loet………………………. Loud Loetr……………………… Pure Loez………………………. Short Lyna………………………. Linen Lyng………………………. Long Maeti…………………….. Mighty Moeg…………………….. Able Nazz………………………. Damp, wet Nedyr…………………….. Low Niu………………………… New Nortyr……………………. Northern Ostyr……………………… Eastern Ofan………………………. Clear Pfar……………………….. Walking Phati……………………… Late Rhen……………………… Clean Rheti……………………… Straight, Lawful Rhit……………………….. Right Rhyl………………………. Plentiful Roeh……………………… Rough Rostn…………………….. Rusty Skaen…………………….. Beautiful Skarn……………………… Horrible Skoen…………………….. Shining Slae……………………….. Dull Slaf……………………….. Sleeping Slett………………………. Plain Solk……………………….. Blessed Stael……………………… Still Sterr………………………. Strong Sundyr…………………… Southern Swoz……………………… Sweet Swyg……………………… Silent Swyn……………………… Round Swyr………………………. Big Syhr………………………. Fearless Syk………………………… Sick Syngi……………………… Singing Syzn………………………. Sitting Thor………………………. Torn Toff……………………….. Deep Trachyn………………….. Dragon Tragg……………………… Slow Trahg……………………… Lazy Troe/Troeb……………… Confused Tymb……………………… Dumb Ubyl………………………. Evil Unsyn…………………….. Innocent Unta………………………. Other Usyn……………. …………Ashen Waem……………………. Warm Wakk……………………… Awake, Woken Wann…………………….. Empty Wast……………………… Sharp Whei……………………… Soft Wilt……………………….. Wild Winst…………………….. Left Wistyr……………………. Western Wunt……………………… Under Wuot……………………… Berserk Wyss……………………… Wise Ybolg……………………… Enraged Zaes………………………. Right Zoer………………………. Sour

Minerals (work as nouns and adjectives) Agat……………. Amber Blau……………. Lead Caepf………….. Slate Glaz…………….. Glass Grein…………… Bronze Guld……………. Gold Iyrn…………….. Iron Kryd……………. Chalk Kryst…………… Crystal Kupf……………. Copper Loh……………… Cloth, Clothes Lydir……………. Leather Marm………….. Marble Sthal……………. Steel Sylb…………….. Silver Webb………….. Silk Whaz…………… Wax Woll……………. Wool

Both noun and adjective Blan…………….. Darkness, Dark Fryd…………….. Peace, Peaceful Keten………….. Chain, Chained Knod…………… Knot, Knotty Lubb/Lubd……. Poison Myte…………… Middle Ryss…………….. Giant Thubyr………… Magic Toeg……………. Secret Zirn…………….. Fury, Furious

Verbs Braen………….. Break Byld…………….. Make Byrg……………. Protect Draeg………….. Carry Edz……………… Eat Fhet……………. Fight Firk……………… Explore Floeg…………… Fly Floer…………… Lead Gheb…………… Give Grina…………… Howl Gyft…………….. Sell Hwyz…………… Know Jaeg…………….. Hunt Khan……………. Laugh Lago……………. Lament Moer…………… Kill Ronth………….. Run Skrib……………. Write Sthan…………… Stand Sweig………….. Herd Syz……………… Sit Waeb………….. Weave Wall……………. Boil Wegg………….. Provoke Wezzn…………. Punishment Zent……………. Send

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