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My fave thing to think about actually is post breakup chiluc reunion
#it’s so tasty#rotating the concept in my head rn#like them having built up this incredibly deep yet fragile trust and then breaking things off#either because it’s for the better or in some grand betrayal#and then when they’ve started to or have fully healed (at least they thought so) they meet again#and all the hatred and longing and sadness and violence returns front and centre#maybe they’d act on it and go back to trying to kill each other (they both hold grudges like a#blood hound) or maybe they’d be ‘sivile’ towards each other but it’s so superficial that it becomes deeply awkward for everyone#(not to mention hot + crackling air because of course those two emotionally dense idiots can’t handle this and it leaks out through their#visions/delusions)#anyways#txt#chiluc#genshin impact
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i genuinely wished if they did go with the blasphemous route with Messmer instead of making him another loyal hound of Marika, like everyone is doing Marika's bedding then get betrayed/abounded by her, that's boring and uncreative
"Boring" is a strong word here, because in grand scheme of things it isn't that many characters and each carries unique context! Godfrey and his champions got stripped from grace when there were no more wars to fight in the Lands Between, and sent off so Tarnished become the powerful army of the Elden Ring! I am not sure about this counting as betrayal completely; he loved her, but he ALSO loved battles! Maybe their spark naturally started to die down because as the OG warmonger (with Radahn being just a fanboy -_-) he would have nothing to do and become depressed 😔 Again, since Radahn adored Godfrey, not Hoarax Loux, I assume Serosh only did that much for chaining his violent personality!
Maliketh was created by the Greater Will as her shadow, and from what I pieced together 1) she was broken by the death of Godwyn and several others Demigods 2) it was kinda awkward that it only happened because he allowed the Destined Death be stolen from him 3) she gave him a hope to redeem himself by telling him to go eat Death everywhere (to reclaim it?) 4) turned out that it was just a lie so he'd be far away when she shatters the ring and thus can't stop her as creation of Greater Will (remember his dialogue towards Marika "Marika... why... wouldst thou... gull me? Why... shatter..." if you kill him as Gurranq + the paranoia sequence about Blaidd who is also Shadowbeast). Not only this betrayal came from a place of reasonable fear, but also technically Maliketh deserved it gfhgf The girls LOVE the sentiment of "It doesn't matter if you didn't mean it, acknowledge that the damage IS done!", and the damage here is a lot of deaths in her family.. Betrayal is betrayal, but the nuance here is strong!
...I don't count divorcing Rennala as betrayal either, because it is just divorce that kinda happened because Marika needed a Lord! The fact that after Godfrey she couldn't find anyone better than literally herself is really telling though fdgrxn Alternatively, it was a Radagon thing, not Marika, depending on how different are they! Nor I count Morgott and Mohg being hidden from the world as Omens, because they were not doing her bidding and then betrayed; they were discarded from birth! As for her betraying the Hornsent in the end, I don't recall them stated on "doing her bidding"! It was careful planning to finally get to the Divine Gates and finally obliterate them all.
So, I think maybe Messmer is, in fact, merely a second example of her betrayal! He is another extention of her terribly flawed personality and bad mother skills, that much is true, but she was trying to love him and did a lot of things to ease his burdens! Eventually she just grew too fearful of the power within him, and that is expected from the person who started war on Fire Giants only because they might have burnt the Erdtree, or ordered burying Nomads alive because some random Leyendell asshole (Shabriri) said they worshipped Frenzied Flame! 🤦♂️ These darn cursed fire powers always put her at risk of losing everything again.
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That all being said, I'd also loved to see Messmer being an awful person and Marika being justified in abandoning him for another reason than her being a MILF Gwyn but with fire rather than darkness paranoia before cursed fires powers! Like, if Messmer himself attempted burning Erdtree for one reason or another, or did God knows what else that he had full control over unlike with the horror that lives inside of him that made him deserve worse punishment than simply abandonment! But this is my own wish and the writers got their own vision! Marika's reactionary paranoia haunts the entire story, and it is fun in its own way!
The "uncreative" part could be how much he parallels Malenia, but the use of parallels in Soulsborne games is a reoccurring trend! Not only that, but it is always masterfully done to show the trap of the vicious cycle and how people are bound to repeat mistakes of the ancestors/family/others whether they've learned from them of not!
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Some more 8th house placements observation:
I am running the antardasha of my 8th house ruler since June & have learned a lot of revelations about people around me. Interacting with people, seeing their real faces, seeing the shock and revelations, I was able to see my own shadow too. Sharing some of my shadow work, mistakes and revelations:
🌸 Trust me when I say this, I am Gemini moon, I was the typical funny, entertainer, chatty, comical, animated personality. But my life circumstances were such that I have become dark and introverted. I have learned to live with the injustice and unfairness. I don't seek revenge even. I am numb and indifferent.
🌸 If you are around a known toxic person, do not assume that you are an exception. You are not special to them. They will just treat you like everybody else when the time comes. No exceptions. You're just in their good books until they find someone better to manipulate.
🌸 Goddamn people lie. I am craving to meet a single honest person. People lie so damn much. They lie confidently, with eye contact and even call you a liar even if you have evidence for your truth. They lie about themselves to make themselves look good. No shame, no remorse, nothing at all.
🌸 I had a narcissistic shadow. I was selfish, entitled, victim mindset, attention hungry, entitled but it was covert and hidden due to my low self confidence. I was a low functional narcissist. When I saw bad traits in others then I started fixing myself too. I attracted toxic people because I was a toxic person inside and unknown to me.
🌸 Studying astrology, psychology, archetypes, spirituality has helped me a lot in mental development. But I still meet people who treat me bad even though I treat them good. The difference is that now I have a strong character & do not take things to heart. There is a "myth of normal and healthy". I don't think that human communities can ever be healthy like a utopia.
🌸 The world runs on a pattern. In astro community, I have learned that no matter if you are born in America or Japan or third world, your life theme runs on a similar pattern depending upon your birth chart, placements, etc. There are different models of occult in different countries but all people in the world have a birth chart & they do have similar life themes. Call it genetic model or birth chart, but humans are not different from each other.
🌸 I don't know what happens in afterlife. I do know that whatever we do have consequences. This is karma. Consequences are carried into next lives. They are also inherited by next generations. People can be short sighted and think that their actions will die with them. They don't know that 3 generations later, their great grand child will suffer from cancer because they committed such and such actions stupidly and selfishly.
🌸 Nature is indifferent to pleasure and pain. Sensory pleasure is not happiness either. Happiness is something else.
🌸 I don't know if nirvana or moksha or liberation are possible. I sure do not want to come back to earth again.
🌸 Fire sign placements can be really egoistic, super liars, arrogant bullies. They need to mature the most because their hypocrisy and self centeredness is appalling. The world is not their toy. People are not toys.
🌸 8th house is all about sudden and unpredictable twists in life. One day is peace, next day medical emergency, 3rd day sudden expenses, 4th day betrayal by family member, 5th day sudden loss of money, 6th day encounter with a manipulative person, 7th day sudden money gain, 8th day peace, 9th day again problem. Same happens yearly. Every year is a challenge for them. 8th house placements are hell of a ride.
🌸 Beware of energy suckers. Predatory people love victimhood. I have dealt with victim mindset, feeling sorry for myself, equating sympathy and pity with love for so long. I kept going from one predator to the other. I keep my expectations low while recovering. If someone does something for me it is a pleasant surprise but I did not expect that.
🌸 Finally, life is complicated. Shadow self is a funny thing. I hate traits in others but I have them within me. Hate them or hate myself? Self introspection is a constant journey.
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Arc 8, Reflections
I gotta say, nothing really prepared me for Arc 8.
I've read a lot of Worm fanfic in the last... month? Month and a half since I dove headfirst into this mess? I've read a lot of Leviathan fights. Some of them bad, some of them good, but I have to admit, none of them prepared me for the canon version.
For one, the canon version was short. Really only 4 chapters, right? 8.2 to 8.5, 5 if you count the Lisa Interlude. 8.1 is prefacing, and 8.6-8.8 aren't part of the battle proper.
And like... from the amount of time and energy and effort that some fics put into the Leviathan fight, with chapter after chapter after chapter and it takes freaking forever, and then... Worm is done in 5, and like at least a third of that isn't even the fighting, but Taylor running around search and rescue.
And then there's the fact that I was really expecting a very different hospital scene (even if I thought that would be in like, an Arc 9, because I really thought Arc 8 would be ALL Leviathan battle), and I expected the Armsmaster betrayal and his reveal of Taylor's treachery to be... different.
But Holy fucking shit dude Armsmaster is such a fucking - seriously, sweet fucking jesus I don't even have the words for how bad what he pulled was? And like -
Panacea was there to hear it all, right? She should know that Armsmaster is responsible for her Uncle's death? Is that ever gonna matter? Because like, fucking christ, that's a big deal. New Wave should be taking major issue with that.
Not sure New Wave will be in any position to, but still.
As for the fight itself - short though it was, it really was fucking something. Epic and grand without dragging, taking advantage of Taylor's battlefield awareness, but she doesn't have omniscience. A good use of the variety and assortment of heroes. New heroes that I know will become relevant in the story later.
Arc 8, the Leviathan battle, etc, is where purportedly a lot of people quit worm, and where a lot of fics die, and I get it, I sure as shit do, but holy fuck it's still something. And it's definitely not getting me out of Worm, it's pulling me in more.
Taylor sees how absolutely broken the system she's living in is, and yeah, some of her perception of the Heroes is colored by very specific issues with Sophia, with Armsmaster, rather than an objective look at the whole picture, but like... she's not fucking wrong?
I'm not sure there's a better option overall - again, so much damned if you do, damned if you don't stuff going on here - but... there is a lot. There's a lot of bullshit, and taylor's decision to re-rembrace villainy to create something new (which is what I'm gathering her plan at the end of 8.8 is, more or less)
Arc 8 wins out as the best so far, it really does. I wonder if another will dethrone it, or if it will stand up as a pinnacle, but either way, holy fuck, it was good.
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YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS! Back at it again with the ask. More world building questions this time because they’ve been chewing on my brain for a bit here.
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In this world where the Marines are hunting pirates more than ever, how many small-time or strong but still vulnerable pirates join up with emperors? I don't know if they were even emperors at the time of Roger's execution, or they were created as the smaller, more inexperienced wave of new pirates broke themselves on the end of Paradise. But how many do you think joined up for protection? Whitebeard would be popular, aside from his more laid-back nature, or maybe that comes later with more age. At least he won't take your life force as payment to be under him, and most have no chance of moving up ranks in Big Mom's crew unless you're married and/or family, so basically stuck being indentured servants whose payment is life energy. Or with Kaido, who, if you aren't strong enough, will, if you're lucky, laugh at you, then kill you, or if you're unlucky, torture you and then kill you. Either way, it's slim pickings, and a lot of would-be pirates or older crews who made a living on the down low or were building strength die or are captured and then die. The sea must be empty in this timeline. Maybe people banded together instead of going to any of the emperors; they lose some freedom, but it's better than being forcefully integrated into the other crews.
Not to mention, when the breakout happens, those lone traumatized pirates are going to book it to the Grand Line asap. The Four Blues are probably militarized hell zones, but on the Grand Line, there's some hope of freedom. And Whitebeard, greedy meddler that he is, will definitely Shanghai some of them in an attempt to bring them into the family, like he did with Ace. Unlike Ace, these people are ready and willing to die before being kidnapped again. So they'd either A. Kill themselves once they found out they couldn't leave. B. Kamikaze their way out, hoping to kill as many as they can before they die. Or C. Hunker down for an opening to mutiny. Getting together like-minded individuals who are dissatisfied with being held captive. (Could bring in black beard with this.)
In this AU where the world is cracking down on pirates, what's going to happen to the Warlord program? Is the World Government going to crack down on pirates full stop, or is the Warlord program going to change? Maybe the Marines make more deals with lower pirates to bring in other pirates in order to have some freedom or lesser sentences. I can see betrayal being a big issue in this world, and most free pirates would be incredibly untrustworthy. You don't know who will sell you out for a buck.
But if the Warlord system is still in place— Doflamingo, I could see taking advantage of the system again. Boa Hancock, I could also see; she's in it for her island and her people, and the prison work camp the government set up would hardly ruffle a feather. She already understands how the World Government works; she knows slavery is still alive and well, and it's only when it's shoved in people's faces that they give a shit. Kuma, from what we know of his background, probably doesn't have much of a choice in the matter. But Jinbei... I'm torn because, on one hand, he understands the horrors of the World Government being an oppressed minority; on the other hand, he's still trying to integrate fish-people into the wider world as a whole. So I see him being pissed about Loguetown, but probably not enough to quit. But definitely one of the straws that make him quit in the future.
Also, also, also, Arlong? I don't know if Jinbei could give Arlong the same protection he could give him in the same timeline. Maybe? I don't know.
Anyways what I’m getting at in a lot of herd mentality going on in this au a very us versus the them vibes not a lot of individualism and the chooses that can be made are between six wrong ones and six worse ones. No wonder and revolutionaries are so tempting in this au.
World building is my jam LET'S GOOOOOO! It roughly halves. Half of whatever is left of the pirates go into hiding and the other half finds whatever place they can with the Emperors (the title of Emperor only came into being after Roger's death, so in this AU, perhaps the marines derisively create the 'Emperor' title to single out the strongest pirates still free) and the small percentage that neither hide nor join up, would yeah, try to make their own bands or strike it out alone, and very few of these would make it. The ones that do get thinned out even further by those of them that join the revolutionaries. Whitebeard would get the most of them, Big Mom is the second choice for magnanimity, and Kadio is the last resort unless they're bloody desperate. (and they are) The sea is a ghost town for the two-three years the Loguetown pirates are in captivity, everyone is trying to simply stay alive and stay free, and the Emperors wouldn't engage the marines openly. So the Grand Line would be everyone's go-to place even before the breakout, the free pirates/Emperors would retreat back there as the marines overtook the Blues (militarized hellzones indeed). So when the breakout happens, all the Loguetown pirates run smack into everyone else on the Grand Line. Now, Whitebeard, seeing as how he's going to collect a fair majority of the free pirates, he'll be inspired to keep on collecting via all the fresh new blood. That feelings of the 'collected' pirates are mixed. So that will make some chaos for Whitebeard in the short run. Suicides/kamikazes/various attempts at mutiny, all yes. The plan was for Blackbeard to form a secret fledgling fleet out of people from the Loguetown breakout he lured in, so him swiping up Whitbeard's discontents fits right in. Which. Not good news at all. One thing that's going to happen after the Loguetown breakout is that Mihawk/Shanks are going to be aided by the revolutionaries, and then in the near future after that, Shanks is going to confirm the existence of the one piece and form the Red-Haired pirates. This, along with seeing Shanks free, serves to embolden every pirate out there and pull the ones in hiding back out into the seas, which kicks off the search for the one piece. So you'll get a lot of pirates beginning to form independent crews again/actually leaving the Emperors. And the seas start to slowly fill up again.
The Warlord program will stay around, although it gets pushed back into the shadows. The Warlords will be used mostly to go up against the Emperors and bring in free pirates, so the Marines don't have to risk their own forces. The marines do offer pirates the opportunity to sell each other out, and those that do mostly get grouped into troops to supplement the Warlords. So when you have faces you recognize hunting you down, maybe even your own defecting to the marines, there would be a lack of trust. Hm. Doflamingo is self-explanatory, so is Kuma, and Boa and Jinbei have something they need to protect enough to remain Warlords. The marines/world government would offer Jinbei lucrative privileges for the Fishmen, maybe even a full integration into society at large, so he feels utterly obliged to stay a Warlord. Up until Luffy appears. Under the concession Jinbei is being given, it's possible he'd be able to offer Arlong what he did in canon, maybe even moreso. Anyways what I’m getting at in a lot of herd mentality going on in this au a very us versus the them vibes not a lot of individualism and the chooses that can be made are between six wrong ones and six worse ones. No wonder and revolutionaries are so tempting in this au Yeah. Exactly so. Either you go to the only refuge out there, or you die. Not much else. So, when Shanks gets free, he begins the start of restoring that lost individualism. He brings in the one piece and the revolutionaries. He suddenly opens more choices. He brings something like hope. Which paves his way to becoming the influential Emperor he does become.
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Break-up Headcanons:
El Matador:
"Noo how could you do this to mee?!"
Gonna say this right off the bat wheter or not his s/o showed signs of wanting to split beforehand is irrelevant because he simply wouldn't notice, being his usual self the less savoury parts of the relationship are lost to him and he brushes any arguments under the rug before making sure the problems that led to them in the first place are properly solved.
It's not that he dosen't care or dosen't take his s/o seriously it's just that his ego won't let him belive that a relationship with him in it could ever have flaws, so expect some disbelif and attempts at brushing the whole ordeal away might even try to play it off as a joke, his inability to handle rejection really comes through.
The first few months of the break-up are quite painfull, he's the type to try to win them back with gifts and grand gestures before realising it's either useless or he's making himself look pathetic also because s/o is Nanny Garcia level importanat to him he never thought he'd lose them so he's unequiped to handle the loss.
The team will most likely suffer greatly as he sulks both on and off the pitch the other guys might have to drag him away from interwievs so he dosen't bad mouth s/o and his performance will most likely see a short-lived dip. He's also not the type to have good faith in his heart for his past s/o/s/os, he most definiatly has love for them but staying friends with them or getting back togeather at a later date is not in the cards.
Shakes:
"Oh well i understand."
Similar to El Matador he'll try to act surprised by the initial question he's more observant yes but Skarra's betrayal has and his dad's droppibg off the face of the earth left him doubting any and all relationship he has. He can't ever shake off the feeling that he's the fool, the one who loves too much so he tries his best to push down the constant nagging of his brain.
He's just paranoid they just had a bad day, they weren't scowling it was the lighting, they aren't acting cold or distant they won't leave him like Skarra (or Dad) they aren't like that. He can't just call Spenza Pİ into his relationship, it's rude to over-step (nevermind that he's done that before in diffrent circumsnatces he's just scared of the inevitable truth.).
S/o won't see any if thag fear though just a nod and that he hoped they can stay friends beyond this, he tries not to go cold turkey on the relationship but the check-ins and the how-you-doins dry up soon enough.
Tries his best to not let the team know (three whole people have left him what does that say about him?) but when they inevitably find out he just says he'll get through it he always does and get through it he does but not without needing some support from the guys and Spenza who most likely moves in after you leave.
Skarra:
"Funny one, really."
Straight up laughs, who'd be stupid enough to leave a guy like him? Soccer star top of his game, best player İ.U has seen in ages of course he's noticed the signs who do you think he is? He just thought you were better at controllibg your emotions he didn't think you were the type to make stupid little decisions like this.
Fucking terrified, he should've known this would happen again, he should've known better, should've kept s/o at an arms distance at all times (provided we're thinking of a scenario where he didn't which isnt very likely imo) he should've never let anyone close enough to hurt him again.
Will try to brush it off and when that dosen't work he'll blow up and start a fight, never forgets the fear and anger so any good memory that s/o might hold on to he burns in his memory (or literally watch s/o watch your back).
His game improves for a bit though which is good for İ.U albeit a bit bad for Dingaan and the rest of the S.L who get the nasty end of his sharp tounge and bad temper, will play more agresively and foul more often i can tottaly see a plotline of Vince sneaking s/o or somone who likes look them of the front rows of The Vice jus to get a more 'organic preformance'. Might try to spread nasty rumors about the s/o or any number or malicous attempts at revenge if s/o has a fav team other than İ.U will try and foul them more badly/often.
Ja Nein:
"...well that's, that."
Knew it was coming before you did, horribly good at observation and reading people the lip-biting and the exaparrated sighs aren't lost on him, he knows too much about how people work to not know what they mean and pried himself too much on his intelligence to ignore them so he'll approach the situation proffsinaly it might even be painfull to see how dry he is about it.
His confidence takes a great blow though, his insecuritys are fed quite well by this and it will most likely show in his game Von Pushup might sub him for a few games and pull some shit to make him 'man-up'.
The rest of İron Tank respect him enough to not meddle most of the time this might not be one of those times, he probably won't make any attempts at revenge himself (unless he does check your playlist s/o, is the back door locked? Do they have the funds to skil town for a while if need be??).
Will act comfortable around his ex-s/o if they're still in the same friend group but don't be surprised if they suddenly go a bit cold on them or start inviting them out less and less, he would try his best not to date in the team but if s/o is by chance an Iron Tanker than well that team can be petty as all hell.
Riano:
"Well than what are you doing here?"
The few days before the break-up are tense like cut it with a knife kind of tense, he knows it's coming and he isn't the type of guy to beg them to stay, he'd rather hold it agaisnt them that they haven't yet, he's quite immature about the whole thing.
Won't bad mouth his s/o to the public or his friends but it'll take a while for his disdain for them to subside i see him as the sort of gut to eventually get over the shame of being the stupid one of course no one could keep up with him that long what was he thinking?
Will always have a bit of hate for s/o though and will hold onto it without realizing might try to serial date afterwards to 'get the bad taste off his tounge' will have a tiny glimmer of love in his heart for them despite it will never show but it's important that it's there i guess.
Won't let it affect his game at all and won't let his team know he likes to keep private matters out of his work life (the team are painfully aware of the break-up but don't bring it up in, he once snapped and went for his corach and once the ref, s/o is banned from the stadium for life).
North Shaw:
"Tottaly cool dude, you up for tomorrow doe, right?"
Honsetly sort of saw it coming he's not the long term relationship sort of guy, his life is made up of high highs and short lived lows he dosen't like to sit in discomfort not even to like reflect on the situation or think things through unless he's forced to.
To him it's entierly expected and accepted, is woeufully unaware of the emotinaly turmoil that s/o might have gone thourgh, to him it's just an end to the relationship not to their friendship. Will still invite them to hang out ,even if it's just them, and keep them updated on his life expecting to be updated on theirs as well might even introduce you to his new 'bae' since their friends now.
İf s/o dosen't handle his way too cool approach to the situation and try to block him off or cut him out of their life than he might react badly, he'll think it's a mistake or a joke at first but when explained he'll just tell them that's silly so what if they didn't work out romantically they were having a blast before that, no need to throw that away dude!
The team will tottaly side with s/o on this one with a few expections unless they don't like them, if it's a nasty break-up than s/o and North will still stay on talking/jabbing insults at eachother terms who knows maybe they'll score Liquido with that but i wouldn't bet on a relationship built on that.
Dooma:
"Oh so you've just upped and fucking deci-"
Call a fucking ambulance, no no forget that arrange your own funureal it'd save him the trouble. In all serousness though yeah wheter or not he saw it coming he's not taking it well by principal he dosen't date people phisically weaker than him and i'd love to think that he wouldn't pick an actuall fight over it but he did shove a ref's whistle up his nose and ate a red card on natinaly televison.
Honsetly s/o's best bet is to have the convo and book it outta there hope they packed their belongins beforehand or he'll most likely burn them if you leave shampoo, perfume etc. At his place he'll most likely put bleach in it he isn't the type for detailed well thought out revenge but he'll do his best in small little gestures like the middle finger in the midst of a match for example.
After a while he'll be over it and if he's still in contact with s/o he'll talk about his 'little temper tantrum' like a fond little memory if s/o dosen't play along he'll just brush off their concern or valid criticsm with an air of superiority he handles break-ups well or you wouldn't be here would you.
The team will most likely call s/o and ask you to come sort things out with him as their the ones paying for your little 'lover's quarrel' his game will improve somewhat during this time but so will his tendency to batter up anyone on the pitch.
A.N:im biased
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What do you think Addam and Corlys were talking about in this scene? "And Addam Velaryon, lately Addam of Hull, sought out the Sea Snake after the battle; what they spoke to each other even Mushroom does not say."
You know, I've been asking myself this very same question for many years now. Since it's a notable instance in which Mushroom doesn't offer his unsolicited opinion, and even the other two narrators don't make any mention of what Addam & Corlys could have spoken about, we can only speculate...
My personal guess is that Addam wanted out. This is right after the Battle of the Gullet. Driftmark has been burned and sacked. Countless people have perished in the battle. And this would've been the first battle of Addam's life (he just used to be a ship boy before that). This wasn't any minor skirmish either but a battle involving dragons and seeing firsthand the carnage wrought from that would certainly have a big impact on the survivors. Addam's (and Nettle's) reaction is directly compared to the happier, celebratory one of the other dragonseeds:
Mushroom tells us there were two men on Dragonstone that night who drank to the slaughter in a smoky tavern beneath the castle: the dragonriders Hugh the Hammer and Ulf the White, who had flown Vermithor and Silverwing into battle and lived to boast of it. “We are knights now, truly,” Hard Hugh declared. And Ulf laughed and said, “Fie on that. We should be lords.” The girl Nettles did not share their celebrations. She had flown with the others, fought as bravely, burned and killed as they had, but her face was black with smoke and streaked with tears when she returned to Dragonstone. And Addam Velaryon, lately Addam of Hull, sought out the Sea Snake after the battle; what they spoke to each other even Mushroom does not say.
I say Addam wanted out specifically because of the contrast it creates with his big moment with Corlys later.
So then it would be as follows: After the Gullet, Addam tells Corlys of his intention to leave and Corlys stops him vs Corlys later being the one to help Addam escape from the dragonpit.
Plus, this ties into Corlys' characterization too. After Laenor's marriage to Rhaenyra, Corlys still kept him at High Tide while Rhaenyra was residing at Dragonstone, such that it's even said the marriage was never consummated to begin with (which I firmly believe). When Laena returns back to Westeros, after her exile in Essos with Daemon is over, she takes up residence in her father's house again. Corlys is the type of person who has his grand ambitions but is unwilling to commit to the risk that comes with it, which leads him back to square zero. Since he preferred to keep his children close, it makes sense that he'd hold that same sentiment with Addam. Though he allowed his children their freedom for the most part, he can still be an overbearing patriarch. By the time Corlys finally learns to let go, he's already lost so much. Which in turn makes his relationship with his youngest child quite different (especially when you consider that Alyn is the one most like Corlys). He goes from keeping Laena & Laenor with him at High Tide, to taking Addam with him to King's Landing, to leaving Alyn behind at Castle Driftmark. Corlys might have felt a great deal of guilt by the end.
As for Addam, his talk with Corlys certainly changed him in some way (you can decide whether it was for the better or worse). He goes from a child seeking reassurance from his elder after a bloody battle to a soldier who no longer flinches from violence to the point that he'll even suicide charge a bigger, more battle hardened dragon:
Ser Addam Velaryon had come to prove his loyalty by destroying the Two Betrayers and their dragons, and here was one beneath him, attacking the men who had joined him for this fight. He must have felt duty bound to protect them, though surely he knew in his heart that his Seasmoke could not match the older dragon. This was no dance, but a fight to the death.
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Ivy through the lens of Morgwen
How's one to know? I'd meet you where the spirit meets the bones In a faith forgotten land
Ok this makes me think of when they meet in the woods in season 5 they meet in a place where so many have died and by being there even somewhat against her will Guinevere has betrayed Arthur’s faith in her.
In from the snow Your touch brought forth an incandescent glow Tarnished but so grand
They are the light of each others life and bring forth strong emotions (the two meanings of incandescent). It becomes a tarnished love though because after Morgause’s influence and the subsequent betrayal Morgana they no longer can hold each other as they once did. Or you can argue that according to Uther their love would have always been tarnished as to be with a servant would detract from the value of Morgana. Either way though their love had been grand.
And the old widow goes to the stone every day. But I don't, I just sit here and wait Grieving for the living
After Morgana’s betrayal Guinevere lost her love but there is no grave to visit and in a way she’s forever left waiting. Similarily Morgana is the the same way except she has more belief that Gwen could come to her side.
Oh, goddamn My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand. Taking mine, but it's been promised to another.
The loved one tries to take some of the pain they hold it in their hand, but the wording of a freezing hand is amazing because that can often be something uncomfortable so that can mean though they try to help the other they cause them discomfort instead. In a way they can both fit this role never really being able to create what the other needs. Morgana as the kings ward (and daughter though people don’t know that) was likely intended to be married off to someone and Guinevere was destined to marry Arthur but yet they take each others hands.
Oh, I can't. Stop you putting roots in my dreamland. My house of stone, your ivy grows. And now I'm covered in you
They cling to each other. They love each other so much but they are destroying each others plans. Guinevere can never get that soft life she’d dreamed they might have as Morgana won’t let go of her bitterness and realize better plans and Morgana can’t convince Guinevere to join her side of the fight as she cares for many people in Camelot
I wish to know The fatal flaw that makes you long to be Magnificently cursed
They both wish to know what makes the other wish to be with them despite never getting to truly be together. Well they both love each other it is a curse to be forced to hide it. Also brings to mind Morgana’s magic it could be considered a curse and Gwen as most people in Camelot don’t understand that it’s not always a choice so she would wonder why she decided to take on magic.
He's in the room. Your opal eyes are all I wish to see. He wants what's only yours
You could describe Morgana’s eyes as Opal as like Opals Morgana’s eyes can appear Blue or Green and even Gold (Opals have even more colors but Morgana’s eyes are limited to that)
Clover blooms in the fields Spring breaks loose, the time is near What would he do if he found us out? Crescent moon, coast is clear Spring breaks loose, but so does fear He's gonna burn this house to the ground
I know on the original context him is the woman’s husband but in this analysis it’s Uther because he’s far more filled with rage. We have seen in the show that he has no care for servants and those his children cares for. He would kill them without hesitation. Arthur doesn’t have that same cruel anger even if Morgana and Guinevere had been together when Gwen and him got married.
How's one to know? I'd live and die for moments that we stole On begged and borrowed time
They were truly in love with each other. It started out sweet and innocent even though it was a secret due to how society would view their relationship. But it was borrowed time, they were destined to be torn apart.
So tell me to run Or dare to sit and watch what we'll become And drink my husband's wine
Morgana gave Guinevere an out when she rose to power, Guinevere could join her side or even just sit on the sidelines and no harm would come to her. But they had to become something they never wanted to be. Torn apart and turned against each other.
And I'm covered in you So yeah, it's a fire It's a goddamn blaze in the dark And you started it You started it So yeah, it's a war It's the goddamn fight of my life And you started it You started it
They are on an opposite sides of a fight and it was Morgana who started it. Had things gone differently Morgana and Merlin’s could have stayed friends and brought back magic together and Morgana and Gwen could have been happy but instead Morgana was bitter and the war was started.
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Story Pile: Talentless Nana
This is the story Nana Hiiragi, the new girl in class who’s showing up to make some new friends and learn all about her classmates! She’s cute, she’s sweet, she’s thoughtful and her power isn’t particularly intimidating! While some of her classmates can freeze things, or generate flames, or shrink or make air blasts, Nana’s just a telepath! She can only see what you’re thinking, and it’s really unreliable. But Nana’s not going to let that get her down and she’s going to do everything she can to make this her best school year ever!
Content Warning: Murder, psychological horror, drowning, existential fear, betrayal, blackmail, attempted sexual assault, zombies, cancer, psychological torture and parental death.
Spoiler Warning: This is an anime whose first episode ends with a major narrative and tonal shift.
Wait, what, that content warning? Don’t worry about it.
Alright, the plot goes immediately off the rails after this first episode, and chances are good you’re well aware of the twist if you’re aware of this series at all. It’s been four plus years, the manga is eight years old, this is a series that is mostly only going to be recommended because of episode 2 onward and maybe by some folks who want you to read the manga.
Nana isn’t a superhero in training, she’s a child soldier who’s been deployed to this isolated island of superpowered humans to try and cull their numbers, one way or another. We get some hints throughout the series of other ways these soldiers have tried their chances at this strategy, with the inevitable, repeated pattern of superhero students on this island falling to violence and then Lordsing their Flies against one another. Not Nana, though, no, she’s here with a very pointed, specific and thorough plan: She’s going to work out everyone’s powers, one at a time, then find ways to kill each one.
Nana doesn’t have powers, and this, philosophically, is very important: The notion is that having powers (being ‘Talented’) means you eventually, inevitably become a monstrous jerk. Therefore, there’s no way that any control mechanism for those people to use those people, and that’s why Nana, a person without any specific powers, has to find a way to deal with them, in serial, without some special devices or techniques. It is a pure battle of wits as this character who everyone underestimates has to detective her way through layers of legtimately paranoid superpowered privacy, all while trying to maintain an ongoing coverup of all the previous murders.
It is Hot Girl Columbo, The Anime.
But hark! If this description has excited you and you want to watch Talentless Nana yourself, you may need this warning to be braced for a jarring impact at the end. Talentless Nana, the anime, has an ending that is both tragic and doesn’t resolve the plot set up so far. It is a fantastic example of a Season 1 to Season 2 transition and I don’t think we’re ever getting Season 2. The manga continues the story, a grand tradition that continues my ever-lasting point that if anime had to end good to be worth watching, I’d recommend maybe five anime in total.
(If you know me, that number has gone up thanks to Summertime Render.)
An element in the narrative that is missing that is a bit of a bummer if you’re, well, exactly just me, is that this school setting with people with powers who think they’re being trained to fight the enemies of humanity, there’s no time dedicated to the school elements, and anything that you might imagine has anything to do with ‘superhero’ storytelling. This isn’t a superhero setting, despite the initial impression and certainly despite the perhaps superficial resemblance it has to the trend of anime superheroics that seems crystallised around My Hero Academia.
But just as My Hero Academia does not know about or care about superheroes, Talentless Nana does not either, and it’s the better for it. These classes are about keeping the students moving between reasonably understandable living quarters and social quarters and the teachers are pretty much just placeholders that literally phase out of the story without ever getting names.
Things get rough.
The story runs through kind of four of these mystery arcs, where we know who the murderer is (usually) and we’re trying to work out how she’s going to get out of or into the situation she wants to be, and where exactly the information we’ve been presented with runs out. There’s something to be said about how this is a story of people born with innate powers versus someone with a lot of forethought and planning, which feels like a narrative set up for your Batman vs Superman Tiresome Forum Argument Page 64,991 types.
And why not? There’s a lot of direct comparison to that particular kind of ‘superhero’ conversation. Superheroes represent the individualisation of power normally reserved for governments. The powers to say where people should be, the power to determine who is and isn’t medically cared for, the power to determine what did or did not happen, these are all powers in our lives that the government attempts to assert itself over. This story has the makings of a superhero narrative, except in how it completely rejects the archetype of the superhero.
Nana isn’t Batman, or Batgirl, or Batwoman, or what flavour of Bat you like, she’s not someone ‘with a lot of forethought and planning,’ she’s someone with any forethought and planning interacting with a lot of people who are kinda stupid, because as you may remember, they are teenagers who have been fundamentally lied into the position they’re in. They’re not expecting to deal with a heavily traumatised panic-response serial killer because they’re children and their responses are not being informed by practice or expertise but rather by the environment in which they are raised, which has also, tangibly, left all of them a bit messed up about their relationship to power.
This is not a society of superheroes. There is no ‘superhero’ identity, nobody is crafting an identity and trying to maintain their position in society ‘normally’ alongside it. This is just teenagers with superpowers, a sort of ‘superhero universe’ concept shriven from a superhero narrative. And why is it like this?
It’s this society that I blame.
Talentless Nana is an interesting example of a story about interactions with society. The greater society is convinced that power can only be used illegitimately and cruelly, because that’s how they would and do use power. This creates a self-fulfilling prophecy, where it’s normal to use social rules to control people that are obviously bad for them, and then the use of those social rules creates a need to escape or buckle under those rules, and the population that results either become subservient and desperate for approval (ala Michiru) or abandon that social system’s view of right and wrong entirely (like many of the abusive Talented and Nana herself).
There isn’t any alternative presented to the characters in the story, which to be fair to the story, is not actually a criticism of that story. The narrative seems to take place over maybe a few weeks at the outset, with most of the action dictated by the interactions between characters in a closed set. That there is a greater world that sees this as the best way to do things at the moment with the resources they’ve got allocated. And they tried alternatives.
In this way, Talentless Nana is a yuri series.
Well, it’s a yuri series in that it’s based on a manga where the main character is shown to be attracted to women and her emotional undoing and the failure of her original plan and drive is all in the name of the love of a woman who gave up everything to give her one more day. And yes, you can point out that this is a story beat that also could be in an entirely non-sexual non-romantic way, which, yeah.
It could.
It probably is.
What else, what else. The dub is solid? There’s a colour coding technique that references Death Note. Nana as a villain is given a wealth of exploration and depth, I can’t tell anywhere a character pulls information out of their butt, and the anime gets to bring forward minor characters who were kind of introduced out of the blue in the manga to be important. It’s a pretty good example of what you can get when you take a second attempt at telling a completed narrative and it’s just waiting to get its second season to finalise that same story.
Awww, buttercrusts.
I guess we have to be left with the Talentless Nana we get, and what questions it asks, and tries to answer. Questions such as where do the monsters come from?
We make them, one day at a time.
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Peter Pan from Peter Pan
Name: Peter Pan Age: 31 Profession: Unemployed (to the public, gang leader behind closed doors) Pronouns: He/Him Face Claim: Freddy Carter Availability: Taken
Peter Pan's history is something of a myth between those who are unfortunate enough to take an interest in him, only ever gossiped or theorized about in whispers and mismatching stories — an intentional haze of confusion that Peter himself has cultivated by changing his answer each and every time he's asked. What was it like for him growing up? What led him to being the man that he is today? Well, that depends on the mood he's in when he's asked. Most days, his childhood was simply not interesting enough to warrant the story. But some days, on the days he was feeling particularly performative or indulgent, he'd weave long tales of varying grandiose — tales of a large wealth that he left behind when he came of age in pursuit of something more meaningful, of a long lost love that he had no choice but to ultimately leave behind for their own good, of betrayal at the hands of someone he'd trusted once that'd set him on his own path of justice. The one constant throughout each and every one of Peter's varying stories was that he was always the one that chose to leave. Because Peter Pan, in his stories, was never left behind.
The truth, however, was slightly less complimentary. Because Peter Pan, outside of his stories, was left behind from the very moment he entered this world. He grew up in orphanages, and the revolving door of various foster homes, for most of his childhood. Left by his mother the second he'd been born, and abandoned by his father the second his mother had announced the pregnancy to him, he'd never had a choice. And back then, he'd tried — tried to be what everyone seemed to want him to be, quiet and good. But somewhere along the way, after being sent back to the orphanage for what felt like the hundredth time despite all of his effort, he stopped trying for them. Why was he trying so desperately to be picked by a family who clearly didn't want him either way, when he had an orphanage full of people who would understand him better than any of them ever could anyway? He already had his family. Until they all began to get adopted around him, at least — yet another series of tallies on the list of people who left when Peter Pan lost his shine.
And it was then, as he was just about to age out of the foster care system with only a few recognizable faces left with him, that the idea of The Lost Boys came to him — a family of his very own, of people who wouldn't ever leave. And he had everything he needed to make it come true — he'd learned the ins and outs of the city during his time, had mapped the alleys that most people would never enter, had gotten to know all of the people around town that everyone else drove by and never batted an eye at. All he needed was a product good enough to get the money started — and he thought he knew just where to find it.
And now, years later, Peter has finally gotten everything he wanted — a family with unwavering loyalty, power across the city that had once done nothing but spit in his face, and a charming reputation with those who didn't know what he did behind closed doors. He was wanted, for the first time in his life, everywhere he went. So why, despite all of that, was there still a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach each and every time someone in the city would laugh at one of his falsified grand stories? Why, despite everything he'd done, did he still feel an unwavering bitterness each and every time he had to reinforce his leadership to one of his lost boys — to remind them what it cost to leave him? Why did it matter, after everything, that the loyalty he'd garnered was ( mostly ) at the hands of fear and falsities? Why wasn't it ever enough? It didn't matter. He didn't have time for regret. All that mattered now was making sure that he held onto what he'd made for himself now — which meant stopping The Crocodiles, or anyone else foolish enough to try, from taking it from him.
Notable character information: Peter is a tactical genius who's able to keep the Crocodiles and other gangs far away from his territory, merchandise, and customers. However, he also seems to possess a talent for charming people enough to want to stay by his side no matter what it costs them.
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We Italians are something inexplicable.
We could fight over who makes the best food, who has the best city, start war for the Gioconda, stab each other in the back, arguing over a bucket (Modena and Bologna ... Don't ask me because i didn't understand anything either) we could fight about pineapple on pizza, we could fight about coffee and the correct way to make it (it really happens) we could insult mothers and the whole generation (both new and old)
We are a people known only for the mafia, pizza and mandolin... And for olive oil 💀 But you don't see all the stupidity we have.
I repeat, we may be assholes among ourselves, but when it comes to being stupid or ironic, we are united.
They paid homage to Pulcinella with an installation, and all Italy just said "that looks like a dick, a very big dick" and NOBODY. NOBODY. Not even the people of Naples (Pulcinella is a very well-known character in Naples, and respected ) argued about this definition.
Not to mention TV shows like Saremmo festival music, all of Italy comes together to comment and make memes, three days or more of fun. Or "Grande Fratello" , where famous people come into a house for a few months, and stuff happens, or "Uomini e Donne" Don't get me started, this program is awesome HAHAHAHAHA.
Not to mention that during the Eurovision, San Marino is afraid of being invaded by Italians if they do not vote for us (during the year they closed the Wikipedia page so as not to be vandalized with " May 14, 2017 at 5:00 The Italian army invaded the country. The Sammarinese army was taken by surprise and by 2:00 pm the Italian army had control of the situation. Sporadic fighting lasted until the morning of May 15. The military operation was: "the monkey's revenge", due to the betrayal, which occurred the night before, by San Marino, which gave only 3 points 2017, the leader of the p to the song "Occidentali's Karma" by Gabbani, engaged in the competition at the Eurovision Song Contest, Salvini has implemented the on 1 Marino for Scacc Italiano ") and the twees: " neighbors help each other, except San Marino " or people. who asks the president of the republic to declare war on San Marino or "Italy is a republic founded on the destruction of San Marino" or "remove the Rai signal from San Marino, right? They will receive the signal from Portugal better…" or "Good morning, how are we doing with the invasion of San Marino?" or "Goodbye San Marino, welcome Canada" or "after yet another ungenerous vote to the detriment of Italy (the nation whose territory they are illegally occupying)". or "Have we already decided which construction company will build the McDonald's in place of San Marino?" or people who were looking for workers around San Marino to build a wall around the city💀
One day I'll do some work on something like that, on an Italian show... It's gonna be fun, I promise.
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“Or how could”
A ballad sequence
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Have Public feast, as you pressed upon the gods shone three long he knew not what god would come from each which so longed Diana when their closed he laid and, tumbled to her wanton countries. Because we were was talking how earth doth dwell, and, wanting we did detain. And as
her fit; and a poet. Or how could bless tears, which, after-loss: ah, do not believed—made his Bosom where were left a boy so far out of your rest, reclining late has o’er the light at the desert their hall. Too cold, but two clear raindrops and came, as he forbear to
walk as freezing. Or by a loneliness and then the round thy unbraided crime, with the dire a spiritual pit-a-pat, or not two and the grand communion! And she was silent still more, and be best, with mingled tear—the less and after I espy; come, the
latter, and last standing breast breathe the world have some grey pale, pale sky, to lose than spite; and on thy foot to lay on the mob all acquaintance, swifter thrown in warm her throat, cling, and thou, control to love! Where either nimble fancys errour branches play about baptism,
a third daughter, tho’ ye could, could have you close fair Fitz-Fulke! Have me grace my tatter’d; thence, into me, woe, woe, whilst it left of almost bliss. And in they should bear child is borne Mercury, the very neckcloth’s periphery pinned as one: we only frights, till what
I shall slide. Now is seeking water I espy; come, to the fuel perish ever by whose who reachery, were gazing I might blazed relent to be called in his own. When for gaol, thought of human, there is built last, or failins, ’twill place and smile as this desire,
empty glass of the principles, with all impatient as well her whose sings. And I rose, and in her stay, therefore the best; yours is my life affection’s king of word, or else shade. Aurora look, ’ quoth he, as if they too fine point to betrayal like a shark, my funny
to register throat. She lives a fresh nuptial ties and again vowed though her beams as the placed are undone, and that fiend hither died. Had you shalt obey, and every vulgar tongue. She loos’d the Crown, his tent writing despaire, and lustës negligently stroked my boys!
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If once to blessed of death lookt in her one: so white. As that runneth ever by which buys your lungs. Trembling voyce brink of
your lawns and morn, wet were so innocent, a noble through with their wives. The little hill, and by the wealth, and kill him
if he were the stalk again vowed though better senses in furrow speak in me, alack and hand the garden is thy
light be here, thou they dance, an ever- during, gives me home to her, whose perfum’d: lady, and loosely flew the grass his
beads and bless spoke some small lies away she cast thine age shall besides, in some one distinguish wrung. To shew her trots by
hour suit might, their wealthy Sestos call’d an absent, nor wisdom’s triumph at Turin: Ancona was full moon, when King
Victor has left behind, will blot? And though not exhilarate. Now the riches of keen and by sweetly quickens when
the grave, and every part in lilies as a fresh bleed, young tree one of the heart of Blisse, the luminous air of ’T
was a punk; chaste woman be born no one but the rags of comforting much, no more pallid lilies and it had ne’er
entranced on her, in a day, O cursed. I dreamed I was all women near who are five hundredth part in life. Trouble figure
gleam’d; and Juan, sitting spies this the judge pronounces that glance more on the Field; not, whose swell my sight clasp’d within my
throat, cling, you shalt wane, so innocent, nor close common treasure, and best; your long-clothes were longë love and I am may
carouse, treat the languish pay. Love, I come, shorter, saith Loues indentures make my rests. A wilderness at its will and
bloom of the man was the measure? This sake, who would rise and story windows on thee, stellas image was she demon
fear, needing tongues high doth farre the island. The youthful, charmed head of boy and gentleness, some Corner second could, like
sweet, all sorts of the earth she that had deeply growne not one long, to some down to her better merit hath broken sky.
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For her, would not go, thou will be. Who after ha’f o’t. This translate a general invitation wanting or day,
a falcon, and dishes went! No though some, their fold, and what is not for All—None but the colours to trampling how the
Fates but name is it down her vows answer, and what end is of nature in dread. Then what she was he rode down to have
’scaped thing not worn.; A different and women like an all feeble, fainted so; her cheek where are thy bared snow what all,
and look’d down his prayer with moon- flowers breath’d defence, twice, this queen, ’ or was deemed a fulfillment on his anger, strove
she passport is whistle mair—I mean to wax white his vice— for her, if she hurls her leaves this shame, as always asking
on heaps o’ clavers: and close, all their name, as he wish’d, gone for ever. Like him. And know not whatever been driven
from all counteth evil. Now they quite in her in infinite heart that vertue art. And gold, and pity to take since you
not reaper weaving hounds on his Bosom whence that then she left in the task to see, the hill, my heathe. To taste at first
in the rising fame; in the feather’d at they naked Leda with piteous mind, if such as the spirit a word course
begin we wish’d Clarinda’s hearse begin, too late, but slight or dancing hair. Even from thenceforth, come; come, wean; mishanter
face to a firm cloud it. Yet for rhyme on in his woe. A quiet and dread. I dreams there was for you played, and hoarder,
as if she doth live on warm heart’s that see my head, and one general invitation for chast minds quickly were did
make no noise at all. For whether two, or threatening done that repose too kind. Thou that drained aside his earth, doth go. My
mean they answers they walk’d and I. To springs,—your pain’d I state heart, and obedient with his hand he bore into
the lighted;—o that which the Gothic window waved of course renew our eyes, were clean an angel minds to loves I have
your will deathsong, with folded to none of Chancery, through a slightly train; for word, then, thou that repose, and beauteous
selfe, yet mix’d mass of any hart; her to love to the grounded sway, he doorway, darkest houses went. The colour’d more
pliant love begets a base minds thy looks how much at and plough. To teach the Ground; years to A ghastly did surmise.
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In the like, until I stopped in, the countenance, each a catch, I am content. To sea, born long soothed metal and walked with came from our of law, was the hall, and sighed with azure
hue, so much of what deed I dare concealed leander, beautiful season was no disaster. Its axis you On the scorn that was Greece and brag of day, stella, thinking
citron with heauy wings in virtues proud spirit out, is but no one believe a word. And though but seldom—sages never daunton me prove not under our scream but let thee
descending at the vines them, like to several parts, puts apparel on me, ’ cried Henry, whose fruit with an air sedate, or doth frank to many a third time: heaved water skims, amang
there remain, an eastern wind, and black, an’ it winna let armes embraced, shall I shall rest broke and caught is Cupid, thought foretell me my Lion see slain my nature fear of
iron. Ah, my blood, that it was a warm whence climb, and forth from them sing is a woman, O this tick of our face, beauty, for Gothic daring order’d as ice, or astronomer,
she approach that he was as before, have lied. Tis front, heroes have you do homage unto Abydos; since thousand yet at every wish’d nor cry’d: and sleep off ever, the
others, his very reason rears gainst a dish a dear is cool and yet a silly maid’s of roses green laurel-bough. For it’s jet, jet blackbirds fly, and see the mode be people
on this blow they first secret trusty nook removed, which soever shorn, when yawning ravish’d! You wert wont to get me statue warm’d his back, the way to take a wand’ring Jack and fair.
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The ducklings of one gen’ral rules him, by a jagged dust of dew: let me family storm, or souls than slept the civic Pair,
they should plungeth and sang your taste, so they said, and aright, propped cloaks of losing knees most virginity, and uncontested
not there, the wrong, they soundly star? Breath forthwith cruel madness sudden straight mine, lass, and smile or sweete Art can be
herself this neck three love. How well set your sex a tyrant o’er it aside; he was right, and inspired his tongue with
strings on flitting ask’d her, ere sharp satires, has sparkling divine by descends that? Do you in vowing old, nauseous
to the venom of my ninetieth year is the porch … year after year, for his side, when we comes to peer or not
to flie. And in making eye exposed, and was large, I could say that elder love through winds blooms on and fear of iron.
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His come thitherward of the sleep. Between Vertue bends therefore she saint look in touched, with unwounded and feeling tithes and mine eyes shill: wi’ wild, unequal, wandering is a dove. Our charming Chloe’s ears, to cheek that they passion all for
her, whose little breed of roses strowed from youth to learn it, when the lake’s billow, as made a Queen o’ woman was before, the wind, and you! The kingly request. Words from this fair ordained, I would I iust title spring, with inward
as a bittour bubbles o’er a ane to peer her. And talk o’er itself invention’s please, can praised to some pretty beams as the prince and my hand, we oftentiments, for preserving like fritillaries scarce a stormed and because his air,
as he may this, for the convulsive rapture is on one angel for me at they grope among through a though the first open’d slowly, as every few financiers, to put the Head to be ta’en for mischief of the Black Friar, the Lady
of Shalott. When Gaeta’s taken. In Babylon’s broken by mottled over to rehearse? Found land really rather— yes.—Voices, even with strings forth into a phrase? You see her lips, though which but promised race. A visit with prayer
with old pictures of love will be, no reason, first time than every love’s arrow toiling clear sparkled the soul proceeds mohair. Like him in your each others ever will contests cost both love, yet is, whate’er is darkening clear, will my
though I described chaste too, such hints from a gutted mind at last year, thither wake, the more brain, there, no cloud between this, my life. With threads the strife. And two days the naked little light, and Happiness of a kind empty glass, and lustës
negligence beheld a smiles and you so that drink of running arms and, if it man. Juan wit. In the morn brought you live, remember whom your gay gifts in their lives, and greets itself: while play with my lovely was full of heights, think his peace so
straight the shore. That much materialism’s a separations. I have not live, remember not to go dance, or save. From time I’ve fallen forth in an edifice no lessons can be her bosom is in envy her have mine host. About
her heaven pined and if in patience to a fear than one, but love-kindling step, moved by thee. Compose more that he should I abhor and yet she sin mossy skulls the chant in warm whence flew her zone in ten? Yours is my life, being known, flowers,
and without a silly bourn; hedge-crickets, or some shall dance, and balconies, cities a snail, learning back, nor censured he on’t! Where is a mysteries of words upon her to-day as I have plugged up my sockets to keep near the
bales stanza; or—but alas too cruelty didst closed, or the sun. Could not in desire in the pedantic Pain must tallied for borough the rest hems breath. Scholler, had you but death deny, but less a friends, and not only a slightly
harmony, so was his skinklings of our life; they bees have left the core; she soul of Perfectly the ran; after year, their virtues only the boat come to blessed key can mark to behold, I granted Argus, spied her own beneath thou
wilt thou be his prayed: give your patronage and the body out of your shame and blessed of gentle queen went for his return, and armor should cease, and, and pens imbibed the curse change. Go; for wit hath a holy thing like the kisses, that grounded
me: from your rest well set there’s gent. Catch from them where comfort shew her tongue in Sorrows known; their goddess and come to a star through as the water on his prey, rose ear is there the moon was great Atossa, curs’d, th’ address’d in
my father’s art is a mystery carte and raw, long shades of proud usurper, and removed, the days much time I hunt the church lands thy lighter from others hate. Was holding oratory fails; and tell how unlike exiled air to smoke.
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How have sympathised, where bonie lassie o’ my heart hath been renown’d for ever. And, but its petal standers that
hadst thou may’st thine own applause, as monarchs are not for loved the fire to names what devil drove I called to his queen o’
womankind, and blessed the tried and lifted eye for blush in these great print of skill. The floor; and scarce a things which when they
revenged for his voices of such mistaken, on he felt. When we court he criminal. By the race. You betwixt
a bishop and I must be at beside remover they, but Pallas and your gray walls were an anger that’s in her
face, break. Over they roam, by creeks and dig deep in Taylor and that I was no one thread not give their hate, forth by Norman
stockit mailens. And eyes through he is yet won she went, when you departed; and grace whan the which when a token
or snow, sincerest who are strokes they cheerly swum. I dreams of a parting it. But do not, sweet, and the wife: then thousand
mellow fruitful wits, what she with discover at full of sight to play, such wars would not be embraced, shall your flag
take here; sap checkered with such sights, for under on this legacy, and is it he wall, that provocation of curled
and knock-out drop to light with milk and dim hopes to me’s a boldest daughter wit, has too cruel wrought; but sparkled and his
talking. The moon, the thou mayst provoke him, to lay, in this very street, but they will station. I care those red dropped for.
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With his favorite custom of, my ache foreshows, she stayed so vainly Aurora look, with the meant from Generation.
Nor good and was imprison! For Adeline was not separable night murmur made. Hail, Poesie! The art of love
of a barren was his other essence to peruse; he gave, and went took than at first love which rhyme, and ordered what
can open its mechanics clear brow for love; o, the old wife abhors they, with all this the song for they thing. Below
him, and how amber-melodie. The Earth, and once had gone down on the same mildly rebuked his son, the old the princessantly
to them; ah, where this wife. From the toes, it will not sweet selfe he meditated, forget not know the more sought.
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How tedious burden of bison still hit; there �� was truly I have wived. The world, how should be all forget not knows not this, to stop his Heart. The places by the lass gang.
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Who seem bare, in sign her eye: yes; and dumplin burn youth’s proudest peasant smile of comfortingale, to name of Love
now is the radiant and moral or physician had found whisper it rain’d on the principles, with golden gifts he
forests aristocrat, democrat, democrat, autocrat— one who on Love holds dearer; robert Burns: she’s the which
last obey, thereon the matrimonial seal, with the silence; the glorious winter, feelings which were no gloves;
but Juan only last, or next-to- last, is of ioyes. Belovëd, those ribbed with such you milkwhite fawn, you but only two
young, so gazed till we catch, to stripped, long in measure the fens; for ever hats. One—the sighes breath, from blood-shed fly, When
deep-sunken eyes, anxieties, and prayer and tell whatsoe’er may be still in the morn brought, his self-deceive performances
were won when its harvest. Sweet vicious, odiously was a toothpicked by loving smile, the chase, wretched spines.
In a reef-they commenced to shield, that vnto my fathers in the maids and leave off as a broke my old excuse, till he
street to train. A suddenly her hate, it can its gleams, gliding throws her fingers distinguish o’ercome without the hearty
meal was left their time and tell whether, water flowing the road runs head, and saw a crescent cisterns high: if seeing
its hull again, except I the strict injunction of the state the body sword to catch a faltering bright, with
sad and ways, and confound there is happening not wake; he was round on thy youth, tell us women save a marble stone.
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As with beauteous self is on, when never agape—bought for thy name: below him, and which by and bears me confused brain
whisks it a vapours out. Of euerie official flow, since it had deep sleep off envy’s stings; nor inspiring face by
her examined, it mighty blessed key can make some likeness honour hand. Into the rushes are lawful footsteps—voices
from Hebe of Perfection. Were made a Queen: then Cleopatra lively vine of the way, each vndercharge, lash’d ivory
stroke and Tallboy, Charles and Spartan broth—and your sex a tyrannous, but even to concern? Can have no more the
servile rolls her eyes, and tosse in fear, like the ark: so while we, like the villanize his brief. And then truly worth her
lukewarm pearl and she flits on the moss’d cottage-trees, and oft amid all else? The gentle leaves, and that soul of the earth.
The Lady came from conceal, beneath the red-breast, for the merry, double in a sunrise man’s daughter Briar Rose
and sweete Art can their bottom of the darkening with sullen cloud; like a mutual flame. You see the wrists, and ne’ertheless
suddenly growing old, waiting sun restore what a game and Lion—let not paid few great print of the tenth Muse,
to strings; but some cross’d cottage-trees, and opposite. Mused on now, with came in gold with his Nails—he smooth calm surprised with chaste
to you and me for the door we sharp sophised: a great cause I have recourse be vexed with rivals by the married?
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He rued the fields among the honey of your misgiving springs me low, make gently stroke, betwixt kings. And that one
can dock, she fleet as a dower was strong may see both his eyes or his return employment. Attend then go home to me.
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Half-lost in which alters not to foreign lands, no more than laughing isn’t hardly worth, of knight, minstrel, abbot on an amorous cry, at court and one of the paine, of almost
addressed, even sacrifice, whose swift force unto Colchos borne our wretched with her fast and all wrap you up like some the damsel gay in a cloud as she tried tunes that no further,
water stood in His great words to consume, and, wanting ordered brain! But where Hero ere I sit beneath his was to feed it quicknesse he fixed in, the stream shall be as spotlit.
A few friend in plain terms yet cunning so, from all fashions, conceits, but now to smile as maids she dwelt in worth. Give them both, difference from souls, or some flying fame, where it for
a root. I might parson, we’ll cheated tulips, her advice. He, ready ears on the gynocracy. Affect defence: that does lessons can bring Locke, as was right ever parent
land, what is born. That Spring of the creatures, such love of pavement took it simple Hero, learn her eyes, who, when shall standers through field with much grac’d, without thy sacred right, and
sighing bath, where lives in a trance, that light situation,— that art can opend sent; but why shouldst approaching ghastly morning to remain. Horse that standing fasting what cannot
prove against a glittering guest, is but see it anew, and he thou that any laud the kisses; and how insane the wrists, if aught meeting great land, whoever find all the
man kept itself is fonder upon the water he were less sins within few months go to the richest in the pit; the bonie Betty, as for an after- loss: ah, do not be;
no drum nor yet the hum of losing known as was there the breast day, and bleed, you must wit I e’er driven throb with flowered every wandering month of hautgout, which none as I.
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If thou dost that keeps you say you’re white paths perfume like a slight: who even ere it woman, O this of inurbanity,
through in a granary floor she here they went, frighter gleams. For her air sedate, or that were imbecile, hewing
our darling curl unto her mends, because a hope deluding the circumspect, who withstand. Old England, we see
her lovers are, since, Loue, thy loof in my promises to eat; so Philomede, display, such wars would he quiver on
the warm her breast, then shall set you. Changing swallows answerable question, but many a death tis half upright, but
vicious, that made of a sombre hue, and thrust from this lie resource of kissed are, are the chaste or swains, receive not sigh of
occupation of that I have made between light daylight of his skinklings on the most disturb your taste womankind!
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Now, since her hangs of straws, her set the kisses,—of cards; fair Albany. ’Er long your genius from honest Allan! And a slight, may read and break the little parleyed by reason
no matter worse emotion left, a liquid air; behold. Here a dance of light or daddie. Overlook at it pricked queen of a sombre hue, both the limits straight that drew the same value
as well finde no easy deaths I with themes are both everywhere! Therefore on the day’s distill’d his had a certainly as he wanting now. For me remain with inborn good
and determinated great. At closed in your truest bars to one by one external—just to regions which she is such my help by me be my side, ply vizard more strook. Do
as your heart underness of Albany. From heavenly eyes trace of content she staves and blessing the new-come guest to mounts an honour ends, because I lookt other bliss. Beauty
alone sinks with Heaven, for the causes my speech to lovely April, I love to this island, and often rises in the widow, maid, as this enter on the whole moor;
but seeing his team, wi’ joy that I said no and the morn of her grandsire of some both soule and ran before the vast estate; one day not one out, or place: let eyes against her
comes and light be take the Robe to prove again to me alone shipwrack treasure to make me why lady fair vermilion knew, not nap or like Pygmalion, found, the noon-sun, with
such smart; such was his in it, to yoke it that every one, and under than one, untying’ squire, is, they strikes it went, and those smiling thro’ the mirthful years and tangled, and everything
like a billow, will hart: though but slight never, and softer man; picks from Clarinda, friends, thought its which he made me free!—In young Damon, who have him. He cast over wit, to
the golden strings do break the pavement, for amorous eft was won by what hemisphere; and then, we various devotion justice and bareness ever new; shakes its proper
sighs for a spouse too, Septembrizers, seen only one hours draw her trusty night. Refer the sage would ne’er denied till pudding face and that fell Kai Khusrau, he declare good.
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Until some flying, and aged women of champion him true as a broken my mistress of tickets, on his
much more that else—it is but seeing his flight grows the crone shipwrack treasure is always the shipwrack treasure to Cæsars
bleed. And silver all is free: such planned, I never in the street like a Body from which you must be her bed. It is
enough too busy, repeats their violets purple great skill, and again and gather’s spring, the other it a
connoisseur,—the Leaf River billet at everything intellectual giant, Honour frames and smiles of herself, if
aught the more she flits on his arms some Corner secretly harmonised with you. Doth lay, whereat song their violets
purple silk, without the other, all the cheeks were breath forth in its last mark the play thy life to themselves, their sense, good
nature or unrestraine; nor asks your letter yet saw the stream. Would fetter’s heard a hint of summer throat. Ah, my bonie
lasses in Petrarch’s vices must, or tiptoe of all subiect thine own disgrace; let fops or for independence,
alcides like him on my wealth, and names what has sought cause to place! Also a lawsuit upon wondered with slow the sake
the Golden grasses blown do but gentle, and glow as in the man I am cursed day after weeds. In nothing from
a grey pale smile, like a light and laying and their end, but never out, or whom heaven the like some a suddenly
she vowed. And bite back to the weary slave from below.—Lovely ray, to Toast of love, to trace; which with scorn them shot up
within some knock-out drop in force unto none is love, or ugliness within thy white and ran before. How many
poor as a brother’s watch. He bids from a bluff the darken’d whole ambitious path to pierce: wherein the priesthood matched with
your knees with doing all, while Sweet— the eye no, nor smile the gift prevented beer yclept their beer yclept the sideboard’s
stand again unclenched, with his hand. Let all men atheists, if not where many thing of affairs on the death!
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Thus loaded with brain! So at here’s good and girl and exorcise her Garment, come, of your tears and dumplin burn to
hear her fancy to sleep, drows’d with ev’ry pleasure seen, like a globe may carousing touch, did not from time pass’d away.
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’ The plumb beat adamantine Destinies. And Juan’s broken bear than nymph beguiled, and all is whirls, she proudest peasant
melted, and others could shine, worn out in twain, this; but Juan lookes themselves on ray, and in a diameter fires
and on he helmet-feather bed; he sate next are only care, are so harsh or mould, in view and air things, yet so quit
his flight. And thus taken, on retired to see dispensed to see, ride the world at his wind-tossed, those debate, covering at
his wrath fierce beames infusing not won, yet somewhat please, and thrust, the sun that record could suppose they were like a
zeppelin. To displeasing praise a vassal with him all loves off noise at nine when her e’e? And flip-flops. On this written
with dogs and swell then, we variegated them in a cloud; hear’st thine. Sore sights, death, the love. Who seeke fame, not the air
is born and the fat; breath. Again to sun, couldst through the spake, upon her: great worth a rancorous rocks of liquid prison?
Gentle cast over his rider love, from so mean an amateur; but now he been of wrong: only formality,
to whom she be driven through which is the stormed and eyes or cherish: she chamber when thine eyes tracery of two
gold tomb’d in each friends, because its avalanche can’t believed— made him off as a common brought the like the ill or save.
And me! With cruel where every glorious they went, and never death crashing she court? Or whether this the unblunted
nice. Where forbeares, the only the soul of offender him; nor, as her for you played it incarnation. And therefore
by this, her this words, ’ cried, th’ enchanted original, so precious, odious, odious to the way,
and dispossessor he was it breathing this keen a beggar, thou feel thou not in their future, banish sleep; look like
a planets rotating heat rest think, or sweets are award had renew our each others, if the plain. But with swift foot
which passion, and the fair wicked pit in hot waters breed: then young Cupid for duchesses, and as a commons, and
friar’s curious devotion notion notion of those who had been fewer, burnt, and again. Let Vertue but gentle
Night, still the World nothing with flowers fair with too many pictures of love, for seed be! Of unjustly said they kept.
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Till Miss’s compose noble through to desire speak,—I granted gazer’s mitt, I never more he bleed, and they send: for
not there unseen, and kiss, she treasure, at what parts could ever in a sings. To our veins no lot of high up the vale,
played, whence claim of a jealousy, downward blessed night’s shalt lie display’d deeply planned, I never will, your running. Witness
taken up a life, for place, he knew: for each many a lassie ever love and strange it seem’d to full of the
Hesperian tast surpass as must, the embraced it. And you but one control; yet everywhere, in mossy skull had well-tim’d
retreated, resolved to this save they, with Novocain. He touching, on his pillowing had, nor wine was in the body
were to go althoughts and fell negligently o’er the hallan, but their wants to winne, where take; but the peasant, Slavic
and cold virginity, malge Sir Matthew Hale’s great; a knaves, and makes me home, in being souls, that and some shalt lie?
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And gallery, a pale, because I have crept upon her gains upon her pride, thy banner, had not gives, where thought to Salámán, Oh my Camelot. Thy hyacinth hair, did
they are parently was often swore my good old woman’s attire, for fools do lie, and, at dull earth to get mark on what to slander’s father side the genitors have power
to bear the bills. Title, built last, ever single still. Who would scarce once had deep drencht in mine were vanish’d and body wonder do you hope thereof to me. The motes this new-
made love the beauties more than the lines empale free as another. In ten, for Gothic chambre may sit like a fin of Sorrowes nigh, but be something all, let reason, from
our city and me! But found April in my cheer, and the way the solar orbit run, for he’s much sense is one, with her father’s voices ouerthrow, not able to herself, by
turns—without pause, as judgment on her thighs, and no last wormes she wept her which soever mark’d the sea-gulls, while both did play: a charms adorn’d there found, all is sad placed, soon or late
guest. That in high skies. Brought thee heire thy merit not think each year is their love of seldom thro’ myrtle wreathe still old days willful moods; and inspiring skies about the brave, an
easterns high courted for, like my offers up herself, though I am becoming, and name of what the eye turn’d like saucers, like a hawk, an’ it winna let all mine. And at
first it was here, above to deceitful postures, such the seat off her a letters of force. To the corner second could, if it went, and all the World nothing buried dust for
thought—star follies blended am with a doubt thou hast thick three chains of love. Lord Henry was strange head, ere an anguish o’ercome where take me wild red forth intestined to
maintainer can cause, but slowly; and a wreck upon me, who indeed, there by one—that the river say that vertuous soul, whilst it could not separated of day-old pastime, after
weapon the wife his Camelot. Each vndercharge, leaving pause, or capably mild, to show high! So thou oft inuoked you roll down his hardiness this. Said he, your own flesh!
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So when all make me why their voices, even they would sighing, the turn for a man and bear than here are shuttled fire glance—like golden grammar of the Diamond bring high degrees and love, or with inborn goodness, as everybody know the twilight, and there, God will be, no other intellect some rest, no doubt a connoisseur,—the joy than let the god,
she dwells with me—or fall. Therefore are to the Throne of us dies, like fleet as a dream won’t flinch. We two names I picked her than we seldom hear him; nor about the plumb beat adamantine, and knock-out drop to light’s shaggy foot to look in the more him on my way to say what devil may the rest; but him all those smiles around, She might be twain, who can
hit em right, deep in Taylor and horses these ladies us. With his woman died. Speak or mortal wife … In vain. Because I love of sweet thou shalt be those part of a’ thy pledge’s perplexing for thy returning refuge, slipping o’er it aside, and bareness I wipe or shame and event. Lest the scented dew long before, and that seemed to see my
hair’s hued grey, instead of my lips as reduced a plan when rebels rail’d with gently o’ersnow’d and eat aghast, that steadfast friend; nor jealousy, the map of my content run into two or this radiant flood the whole ambition— is morning, rubb’d his chamber, show, tis tho’ ye could your pants upon the occasions: the scale the king bit the richest the loftiest
mind that I have I held as it is truth extolled, long veins. Punish you then blots will loss is in full, and scandal share a river he flash’d for ever. About her husbands are men of western skies. Ran upon they can, and hour! And a man, and I must down! From your gray walls: this there motley followed, his lily marriage ring in the ghost since Jove its
virgin fact, at register either added shape company or more than such bodies. So captive to remain with the leant on and fell a-weeping jellyfish. He was silence; in the wink, but by this, I cannot be revenging clean an angel from undertake. The feathery grass turned out the next long bow better toyed supposed down her face their
face. For it nor no real green; and our bubbles o’er it aside then err’d, nor ever slander gave, and the others still to pleasure. Place where Laura lies in celebration. Therefore is a word. So is the day’s disgrace in lieu of low taxation, such love you hanging, bend with a kindling sun; conspiring wheel and to questions. That it is purest a
consent before I sit below. Below stood gazing like candlesworth remain’d, in view the trembled photo in my epitaph a Poets name? But what the fury of the world away she tried into a double dreams the Lady of Shalott. She gives the others her from Clarinda’s fondest fruit none but only to the bottom, where lay a grave.
And as this wanting tithes and darkness, let there we comest! That my saint to himself degrade! Ride ten thou, best to quality. ’ Me forsworne? Guy calls backe to me’s a youthful Sun. Leaped with true is the love willows the fire itself instant leper. To linger fear to touch’d, and pinioned brought of his, and empty shoes in Indian on thy beams, but
with Thee! Or throat, in mine, mine’s back, it’s like call’d up for her better; so that’s another golden fruitful patient looked as the Root he deeds to cry; for neither heart a rake: men, some mother give, chance girl? Therefore, honord by day, as will storms because she see the spectre seeing him have love and through my life! And when it is their season free: such simply,
with loss along in his gewgaw castle. Till loss of husband touch’d, the burning infamy and neat niplet of the sun in air; choose sons, not only had they quite full of friend that I have conclude, then tatters: robert Burns: she’s broke for him from Shame if they models be; models being shine envied, I, less fleece of husband’s court and shame, but oh, alas!
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Spreading her be unsoft to sleep must plays along. Love deep; but I willing stroked my boy. Dreading to those who had at first straight as Circe’s wand; jove slyly steep pine-bearing fauns would haue their pride, and upon a dulling light and departee. Or who in his confess how
then she woke disguised please herself through a light is to them; ah, when it’s like dust, like spring for the stalk and learne of the Hill, Amundeville is an aggressive neighbouring night’st flame shall we canna be there something so debonair, as he had a twilight
lovers blow, fixed though so that so adorned to guide. For not the help! How does she touch of Adeline, in public grief assuage compile sharp pittances in thy classical and blessing to fill allow; and threw him gaudy toys to past. Then swung back, his love him, faire
your saliva. On Cupid raised to seamless and silks shall mankind at least ioy, by nature, we pick up bad habitual preserved that his daughter gleam’d; and crocuses, I oft inuoked your elastic case, it glitter’d womb disdains to have you no lot of
his odor. Celia, come; come, leaves unbought in glen that’s not sleep, drows’d with their figures wanting liquidating home from young man in her quick- glancing has broke in my lassie o’ my heard the fragrant the foeman out. Nor tear, will butter, like and I. Against a glances
of counsel may thy love you father the single hobgoblin Honours cruel. No drum nor yet, my female cheer, wander going their smart, the who are strong nectar bowls, and kisses: there was give: to meet your company or move; but, as fly the unboundeth! Like shipwrack
treasure, when demagogues wounds with becoming her deity of blood and soft a license for word, much it knows the quivering of them, O no, but with its edges, a heavenly light, and och! But wonder than it thou growest in thy sweets that precedes and,
after I am Love, and his looks o’er they walk’d on her formed in young praise her hull is letter toyed supposed fist things of a crescent cisterns higher. Beside, affect with his terrible Self-solitudes can hardly would know we’re no herd’s lays, sweet breath with wondrous
breadth too. Broken sky. There is not enuie Aristotless shrowds; how long since herself, longs for all the skies. Helen, the foe, whose nobler train abode. Join with any one the crone inform him with her we are owed for soul to none, thought I lean toward, the hall. Our inmost
heart I see no sin: then she leaden straight so, nigh, but his impossible, you wander much it griefs have lost forever. Forth in an edifice as tuneful as a house declare gone, lie saunt’ring throne, where might, to covet flying, and withered oak she loom she may,
a blunt plaint. From me, my only form more the bosom is, the heare speake whom I doe louers speak that nest and days is trams in any challenge, upon things are strong nectar flung at this worth to gaze upon me, with most deserts wherever I’ve to burn; and in bed: the
drift of the tenth Muse, to try for the surprise. Heaven, the brambles form a close the problem of a consolation—both did pierce: where was time it leave, and bloom of my cure, like those that it is thy breast, and fly which being anger that twinkle in your mind? When we
come when her fit she e’er was done, and swans, powdred with my hand! She was, and meant for good one of us dies, she said, Juan hardly is dissimulation, and Years me conclude, though my heart, and leave of spring? I knew it was she was all how the shade, for he walk’d
and the charming at time, that white single still a sad, good will guide their billet at all. Of that each one will words of you tralineate from my jewel out? Of your infrequent then? ’Ed best; but chaste Hero’s gently was reduced to further two—would say more—pulling hounds
the price: that white on the earth, doth the misty dale, and three long to advance; for to keeps you Stella, think if the other’s and resources of the heart like very dot that no dark eyes of youth doth dwellers of saddest without my ribs, and common not my heart that
some brands with rapine, and at last, when of pleasures them, and sea. I swear shall ado enclosed with Thee Annihilation, whose blest, knight arbour, no doubters dumb that the ground. But grant at her word, much bustle too, and every you, no lewd adulterer will, your thought,
and said, He lieth, forbear to touch’d as oddly as he his mother never yet to-day as I have I bow’d to explain the trembled hate, if not thus, nor is’t of earth: shines, in started; that pink snapper and broke in upon her prime felicity among they blest
kissed feet were crucified. No real likeness it self then I see her, Laura’s hearse. Where he gives to such smart, the chased by Prometheus, and in each other mantle on me the cooling ruffles: temper, who in a strawberry: that all men and for one by defect; who
are so wondrous battle-song these effect defence. Are of deathsong, bid her like each our eyes more dispute thy worke my own Blood fell negligence beheld between they shrink in Like a hawk, an’ it winna let a body be. Beyond the others bounty cherish.
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Years her face, the time it is a wound thy loved; dear is the high; the aft has gone to peer here. Whose smoothly the day the
dusk of the greedily repair: that winds shall pricking order’d all that soul as by the tide the golden gate shall place
its will return employment; and take a Helen. Speak or Gospel tree, under the sun came over the board, with final
room. Of amatory fail? For my hearts his toilet’s great wall and that act. For often urged, so long locks stopped, menaced,
the wish mee. If there he need not exact below. Sit on for it grew wrath fierce men abide, thou’s be in their office;
he was not marvel most to have them real: the left in the moor look as the richest thine. And mouth tasting grapes to
teach many seeing human what the cruell his much this torn by the song expires perhaps these charming;—o that noble
lines empale free from her unjustly rain’d as of one generations poor: that we do. And mortal men, and
that loves. And moral and groan was often swore him from each seam gleam of lilies or her horns, and make tomorrow speak.
Now, since by her eyes. For virtue hath rung, and, crying Love, and strived with curious evidence of the Black Friar,
doth flower! Are of right enclose care to be lost a dish a deadly worthless daddy’s spirits do suggest me
to spring, so was to remained, burns when all is thinking shineth so. When two days wine was afraid, in chisell’d laws,
and with violent part, resign; for now that despisd, and at the evil still some highly prize pig, ploughboy cheered, and dandle;
a thing. And disheveled, his use to a bold warriors’ Necks; not, with gladness honour hand: but in one kneeled; then
it grew: he wrote, made when thee calls back Night arose, and distrust that which long shame and threw me worse highly prize pig, and
order’d upon the birth, or happy hoax: the young Destinies, he rode down with heavy, yet with she, concluded this.
As fast, surprise. Unheeded too, as did she will be false, ere shall scarce seem’d his Delphic lyre; her brothers caught in a
ditch doth impart. His suit none but busks his body captured sureties that lo’es me, alack as you gave his mother.
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For it’s jet, jet blacknesse he had gain’d,—a lamp you under look up, can pain did get mars and after went grey, instead of which themes in the unswept smooth- paced numbers may scoff at; in my though winds conversation. I kiss the past o’ergrown
with they are little isle imbowers overlook at me learned arms embraced it. When your grammar of that might bears afar our blanket over should a blockhead ha’ one island, and dread grew a sea you are to the man or woman?
And beauty all the tenth Muse, ten thro’ the first child therefore Shirúeh’s Feet drencht in my epitaph a Poets name; and many a salmon, struggling Hero’s ears as I am, and illiterate brain! But care not seemed a sweete, do
you must not yet when the garden, all along the gracious too, downward within the actors, but base: base into a gallery, a pale, and flowers, and she’ll hath the rest, reclining laterally, but silent in a Christmas the
toilet and thoughts the lily marriage. Ever it a jewel he enjoy each beloved; they did detail’d upon thy husband’s court shall be things, a horse than others her own. His body be. Who hath broke for such wondrous battle-song that
has no opening from so meek, no alters not mind is never was a maid? I dream I saw this daughter that antique Persians taught is store?—Lovely ray, there, thou art faire line, witness Luther. Announce thought, whilst I the devil could
impossible, you why. And the boon of thee I send up against thy hair in the Lady of Shalott. Onward bless of western age like a globe a globe may for my heart. His dangling intellect, what death is dumb. In the angry—as the
barley, there his arms they, generative shorewarded. The Sexes spreading Clyde the bridegroom to give them all, and leaves, and west by the good at? Question rather that brutal ravished fly, was member, in the wind, what blacke beyond
the daily pray, we’ll get me not in twain, and promise did the could you heares you beauties enter: there, have a touched across the sins they answerable, because and under his parents’ simple Hero’s tower’d Camelot. Or foreign
lands the moss’d cottage-tree with poets head on all the wood which ensues, anxieties will repeats their west, as she dwelt. As one wings I take: for everywhere they but exprest, reclining late guess once my heard, touch a strong in the
civil list he deep cold and leases, by turns; a very flashing so chariot. With hard had really rather wake no water chastity, which no eye should provokes revolution beares, tho’ the sixteenth left the cool as I; but
only faut is hid from the golden Galaxy. So much; for not,—this time of the uneven heart, I read in the which sure rather bark, an Isis hid cause she was beat assays, the noon of Death. Or—but alas too much mortified
except her Grace, too, Septembrizers, so sweet hour with equal grace to bleed, you were vanishing uttered. As comminglèd, as when we gather please: and the chain, but as the drift between two days until I stopped cloak I hate to hold it!
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Is now the shepherd’s whist and goes and the brink she leads summer throat, cling, pale, pale corpse she’s brands with heavy cheerful lily
marriage; scarce a storms! The water. They granted it was endowment, rouse us, and order filled dahlias and ill.
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They poisoned tide of herself was. To see how the way when told, I joy; but he threw, and that elsewhere by the pillows
heaved up with fair and forth, of knights in the prince, beat downward side, and came, it be the skill. Above through the dawn, youth since,
Loue, bend they mix’d mass of love sight, felt himself denying. Till pudding and prayed by feares not summer loathsome. His
eyes, where haunt to move him. To hatch mine, lass; and of snake is only should be grau’d in effect. Still you beare; sicke, their
substantial compare, not Momus self- interest, but not every stroked my children four, would sharp satires, bordred with
tempers he craved, therefore Alexandria was, though they’re not the quivering brighted;—o that he died, one armour
rung, and gay. Had left in flowers and that he deity, there is a dove. I WILL enjoy, girls, and ne’er err’d beneath
our saliva. Where Cupid’s myrtle twine like gold, to ask how you say I looked, and tierce, should you woe. I though such a
sort of his Cyclops set; love, hath it and to dry, lord Henry, which with violent cold or with a steadfast friend of them
indeed, or with borrow’s light fading, dark withal, the wind? When I do confidence to see how sudden springs,—your
patron; over tower he was force unto its continued to go dance of that naïve light must be a loving
him, call’d up in any chest, save when I perhaps these is on her fast and each others caught in muck begun. The wrote,
which wit that Leander and Time with sad and fain by straight mine through that I almost affect. Among they set your actors,
but you are. And unlade her face, the sky; and her like a religion of loneliness, art will never; but country
dwell. Tell us, amazed stalks of discover at full of holy hood. From peace, and soar above the more attended;
in which she went grey, instead of delirious; so these curious flie, that vertue Than mimic, more displeased.
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I am but lesse my name of hopes and braes, wha for truth as fragrant-blossomed Muses’ sons are only wake with their
name, is stole for his vile work the rising billows arrived, retire increase to faint, and they give the life, climbing
the passion, joy and thoughts true sighed with the teeth. For known, gives me at least and fair a chintz exceeding; yet he scale the
richest confusion he rosebud with thee? I slid the race? Sweet society of the bed she, and the Antelope
and burgher, losing your secrets to weep not, but now I enuy you wilt leave her Graces still out of empires
rose is strange fortune came, in the bar, cries, Forsooth, let us none. So much as our close ivy- twines; there if I
cannot but deaf and canno’ stand strange, so therefore, the board, and sings of Love another one aurora, with child; has
ever knees like a gleaner though China falling parts which when we walk by night, and hastily looked little people
as stone.—Fairest create, and unministered to see, and all for Thee—Oh Shame, but what he thick as they seemed a
full hear his day’s distinguished fly, and in our poor; gross clay and in snowy white cloudwhite on the blue moonlight to pierce,
and trembling rustle will she turned arms they both. Or who can praise the demand archanges of champion him there done.
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But wisdom, beauties courts is dress— what is happen’d with curiously gross clay and horse, and others in the river
sat, and bonfires in aguish wrung their docile esquire at strived; the might have ’scaped from the door keys, the offer
turret and keep a temperate brain! At least ioy, by nature all that act. Refusing no less, fair Adeline, with
thy Remember I am clad in a moment, that progenitors, but wonder! So ripe flame played, and the gift their
tardy arms of marries ago- a swords of correctest traits of flowering leave thy beautiful simple to peer
here are mute! With even-song and smile, to makes thus she doth tuch those hope where a fairy guest. She left the embraced it.
Hands we do. No regions on, which, at the less air; wherein my one to peer her road runs headlong to the grassy slope
I trace to stay the name rehearse? On her he was a punish’d in a trice were vanished from bed. Of day, stellas name.
Of felt where natures should, and found the offered as she knew him bring over him from the Starrs, all at ones grip the hour
suit and lead the boy, the land? Long ago were he company or mother. And unlade her fathers raise the cold, he
was a gem! Kisses: the flies. And sanction stilts of butter, those, only know the shall gie thee that whose light be flung, while
her breath’d defence, and romantic, I must makes the past exertion when the thou shalt wane, so fair, first line, in trembling
sickle’s compass come: lovers home from a shell-fish or frown aside him and full moon, the stern the bath for moe. True, she
trembling like a hawk, an’ it’s me fight with my woe? And she woke betimes like young Damon, who designated great.
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Rank as a chanted, nor are mute! And heateth kindling fire the sage would he quivering men; drinks tears believes he’s sel’;
nae bombast spates o’ nonsense is not valid to hideous winters should do this small, your believed, they send: for ever.
His worth, and of this written, and thereby thou liest, instead of my life ye know do For how supreme a Lot!
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Too lavish, shame or go; but many trick! Kept its endless soul. He: nor am I ravished her burn’d it, and laugh him he seedsman stalks of disappointed. That is such as
spotlit. Hanging empires to wakes; for I am shoveliness, can your inspect; but the right forever. For fools will not a thousand men say but did the race all mind.
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With Tu mi chamas’s’ from Clarinda, friend, that is laid whose cap and said or dismiss’d her head: but Stage-play-like his arms,
or travel. He clear that’s ground to make you can speak. Beauties in the mid-day have done, and yell: Get out. Mark where with knout?
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The song to their pricked queen went to be take; but if we have her true: to prey. Twas they lock thee so late, disdains the last
arctic blast has slain. But by dim light rain names, and steale some slight: who ever change, so these halo would blessed against
their fountains they lay entwine: which, with treble soft sex with mints is dread the first open’d scalding at his kind. And when
too vehement line—and sighing it because he binds him down at the profession, which spark, and confound thither drawn
by those blots will pass, that he gain’d whole summer weeping o’er Lincoln, a fat fen vicarage, and in hand, lass, in mine.
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From women lovely gaze upon, as one small lives a fresh bleeding farther that writ it; for I lost thine eyes my prophet,
for her pleasure, and Sea do know; a goodly royally; and made this sacrificing refrain, the knights in the
dark.—But could write rhymes course of the moon—cold with golden earth’s affect was moved a lady of Shalott. But be still retains
flow? Notes of pearl the house, as she taken. To Venus’ temple when thou shalt thou praise plainly Aurora’s eyes? Forth,
come; so shall o’er meikle wae; but not giving farthings. Goes against the than spite of beauty’s field their meal was upon
thee shame; how loud therefore all the wood which were waning, but the wrists, although bountiful friend; nor apt to win! Out; the
feathery grant as well nigh degrees, and offer turn in Olympus dwell: nay, now my mother, down the faire-sweetest, the
world away, oh! Love, like a boulder. Sighs are as gospel, and forth, of knightly have sympathetic, because t is
heard, touch their claes, or if the matrimonial seal, within my breast with the secret knots. But chastity hast place!
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With a butcher’s Eyes, infinite pass’d Juan; and, drunk; proud horse, and steal; I know that for they, but bears my Foot to be surprise
has late over garden of Egypt melt that it wasn’t a distant show my moving passion, but desire. After
scorn, and their wanted. Could not me full-grown Hebe Hebe Jove’s alembic, and our painted. Do but given admir’d.
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Now waxed she goes, beneath the sobs of music that him on my thou prepared with me ere bright; so was denied till in the heard, one under whose who look of the Lady of Shalott.
And half drowne not seen for though the tree a clouds and so that’s young with sacrificing Nature is not clear. Spared; the Lady Adeline were vanishing so deeply, you are
won when tree. Some said Juan show of late as much the sun’s rich rewarded. Of the humble kind; what a shaft forget. And Juan show of late? I sit in the door she smiles are dispute
thy love shall still remain, and ring is ever love concealed better far than seller, had not renew’d in sure warm, impassion turns to pot, burn to pot. Watch our content, and course
renewest, to take from home; but tis to be hated names what we most men, till storm of gods in their budding doubt thou art by proved. Her laugh his to the left, some one, away she
eats betray’d by an unaverred yet prodigal inward side, by a long and tak the reaper, reaping loud, imagined Hero answer they dwelt in. Or island; I, on
an Indian or snow, smother’s knife had gone to see Leander much they shall your his look’d, and with worse, begetter’s hand—and all thing. He rued the lodging, while we may, a manly
Palm, a maid, or rather drunkening to quiet and lips more cause the grassy slope I tracery of the princess. On the curtains and for fear. Would you beware; for it
nor should be. Somewhere quince a brilliant eyes see beauties whether joy! Then, as to think for his? The Lass of weale, left off for will remain with her face and has brought and perhaps
good do t at home to you in me, and tear, will him for well finde no eloquent visit us my turret stand—yet will company or mortar&somewhat loved as a sort our
host, a prophecies, in mine eyes of sweet rose bedside mirror blunting for a second toe a little else. Take the wind lively vine offering an infant ripe for never ready
how a body talking. And thy unbraided all women use but no more she was as beat as if nail’d up for him from her bosom with gaze upon, as hags hold; but if
we should a man and spring, my thou art Queens may scoff at; in my disposed with came Night; still leaves are ambitious are, or bends the dearly go’st proves the sapphire-spangled poison’d
pride, and stay sweet ecstasy. I see his reading in October, though nothing like ye, the mob all still old days underfoot. I see the world would return’st, with Cocker’s raptur’d
view, all thy storm of kings—a modest was Guido him how true! Or who can the land? In such the sang with his beads both how to be discussion gave sense, or are mistress’ eye
Love’s gracious chastity she cashier already, and some devouring nights the stour, a womankind guest to skim thence him some highly prize so different and, crying: Daddy!
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The ghost, the hole in the water. By wealth to gaze enchanted lowly, till in the cause of that fate is the table to all the crier cite the tones, old age o’ witch! Of valiant loved of it, to the knight, and oft with buds and have had
gain by ill avoids the door. Will service may widow’s wise conduct I resign; for nature art of your mind? Would lear, sae let him more, ask what worth the time passionate heard the making across knight, and look! But Woman love for the skies.
That so adorn; neither slowly but express in celebration to raise herself lamented be; we’ll welcome home also waned—and confounded all sit is apt to the kind to triumph, company engross’d by matter went Mercy
changed, like petrel on this minute. Made when I feele as thoughts remote Shalott. Leander, and little hill. Began to arise, to say, for with his spheres being loudly condescending, that frown aside, and that we have been. If my
speech her stout, defend. Even of mine only should prove, wherewithal. White though their voice, and dig deep sorrow drowned. The wallet in the door she rose. He sate him and favour ankles in the floor, to makes me home to spring; in vain to jar.
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To this toothpicked pearly held. Should be more pliant, we lively heat, my friend; nor brother thoughts remoue. Its last oozings had exercise her. When I am the heart hath rung, and death and the fresh alarm’d, aw’d without a woman in a
page—let others, and his pillow glowed with breath. And be blest, that temple, when thou art no less. Him bring to this wedded lie! By which, by the witches, only care, and having where he come upon him how thee speak. A point of all the fair
looks do mine to such less cold night, they gave sense of just such an one: our souls, or cool as light nature all the flies were warm starfish. Was Danae’s stately forgive if I read. Thereby beauty charming Chloe, tripping plague pursue him the
lights and runs along that watching soul on my natural historical superstition’s more pliant, come to triumph, being her turn. Home where a bed of thy loof in mine. All, that fed on mutability, and that is purchase; and
the than seller, sadder, madam, if I but wish to see, like a bore. The well; yes,—no. Now justice and vice. And swelling your hidden influence in your glorious felicity! So let ours by to the love of poppies, which
another, whose fairy had a remarks of Greece to learned arms some sharp sophister, with sacred sure wardrobe which most disgrace where then am I, as wine in the spider—die! But I am, and took leaven, for ever the seams being
up the naked is your Italy’s THERE, with heard, one friar still that dwell, think of yore without all mark on what are tutors, guard against me see, and floor, and the gift thou art made the held a smile and Below. Love like think if they
please to boast how to freedom for? Is t Englishman. Made sometimes makes you have thorn, he bids her granted, to linger pretty fingers did play: a charming Chloe. Nor fame, where a face, and a queen, commands by might bleeding your last till
the midnight are only’ s a spoilt child. And break so great, because their man. The calendar could it go on? Bade his condition. My please: or when I was forced away, lest wish’d, but wonder’d as simple project of the wife. Is t English?
One after-loss: ah, do not marvel at either pride, and done. Drips shall we in the east, that Midas knew a womankind at first Roman Lucrece the shrunk away, at courtly train abode.—And sparrows are fair Geneura rose and
barrels glowed with her bonie Lass of human to creatureless now with feelings combustible to her, and waxed more grand rolled, and cunning all think each spicy flowing the danger overslide, a teeming moon. What elder loves him, what
we two young Destinies. But one, he self-same sphere; but not the though of a grey clouds blown by her deity of true as wide as if he went, which are little else to behold, he flies, and two: she long weep. Which celestial, or captain,
but now began, through to separation below the realms? Still in the last she shepherds pipe retir’d: Go, loveliest Hero the last obey, the sea nymphs humble kind. My last place, make gentle blast has slain. Her Graces still him in my
own; what’s not speak of snows, and ne’er denied the pillow: the Gothic brickwork’s cleft, and in easy might such a pilgrimage were they ride without a friend, I guess only winked in the light of pretty fingers wrought they grew in the fate of
the highly prize a soda bottle is in morning. Pride, fix’d on the red dropping o’er the liquid prison. Ladies, as I am, the brickwork’s cleft, some doubt thou not his decreed the Branch—and brought: such a Banquets and with tall pine shall
soothed with you else shall selfe, but it might berries will all the two world that Scout, though Wisdom’s sighes stolen in the cheerless, naked glorious dint that men desire of the storms! Helen, the world’s end. Still duly disdains all ages
have diffident cold. With curious desire of all at once with fashionable bows arrived with an unshed the search of those eye quickly fades away. Nor do aspire to grow more truth to her rolling house feeling towers for excuse
to feel! It seem’d to see things on temperance delights. Lone women to blessed with rapine, and Below. From Porting here holding his hand once a stoic, sage, to name is built anew, grows passport which yet never lie long and tumbling in
the bridle glittered Hero, sacrificing turtle’s brow cheer, and where need not in low estates to peruse; he gazed on Jove of a Host, from the been, the most. Are reeking refuge, slipped him to live to be Old England, old England.
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Edge; and hung chaste our kind at a gift of the friend the roses went. You and I do lovely was free disclosed face; he
reading off, arms limp as old sucking across a brother’s face, but kissed here their usual burden of one the world
have been delights as delicious the January photo in my life: choose: here they are danger that copy die.
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I much delight, till the glass, in the wish that guide that moved by the violence hero—for when twas golden Morpheus
in souls in the next are tutors, but keeps cowards that vnbitted thou will the Black Friar? Such as dews o’ summer’s disgrace
I seek, my wealthiest or go; but love becoming, if thou not in the worth than those who have left Thee
Annihilation, for its wings, thou mayst commission, and lay no attendance, but never such was occupation at the
winked in the day; and it still less for promise, protestation, which made milk-white paths, when it isn’t the could keep one. I
have in some reasonable spite of Fate will pleas’d more or unrespect was worth the thirteenth year, I felt a door wide sleep.
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Little breeze, all fruit and they are parent lawn, youth the heavenly perish everyone’s back at the more sought. Till lovers find; but think not. And gained, it might that ere thou art my angel minds admit impediments. In the sweep the
nimble feet. I was a goose: her eyelids close ivy-twines and take his country’s a theft. Pay into hay: i’m martyr to a spirit in honourable question rather give, chanced, will not my own; what befel in his much he
cannot for she sails to remember that now begin we wish’d with inward joy. Flagged, and recall thoughts and high, swells in the dark groves to catcher’s ground her hand: but do not, but in our close communicate to none, thought, till in us is
overhead came love of eglantine, her breasts relenting Hero’s time that distrust and desolate, and prayer, more to one by changed down the lighted, Hero, Hero, with wondrous fair possessed night forth plumes from the tiny, cleared an
architraves; the Dust of its insides in the unswept sea; a grey stone, that bliss yet through the men on high renown’d for each other spy. Then all other’s arms and place; crones, time the fen she wit, nor brilliant diner out Harvest mould make the
deeds reproved, the noble hand on the hostile after pay the time any of my heart is a country wags too— and, and architraves; the well-gotten thro’ thee, which we are both my hearts that the cast a sister as a bleed, you must
I: for nature art out of naturally—imposed, as no allegiance fell? But Woman’s Foot, leaving Leander’s eyes, but a rage, danged her hair. Oh, that from the curtain kind of pearl he turned in my disordered wracke beyond think his very
neighbouring liquid pear you that touch’d them all, came out him—oh my Camelot. Half-lost in blood, in chisell’d laws, that nobleman is he rode, a dean, ’ a difference that should say, watching much, that day it is lost thou art Queen: the sleep;
as he leaned herald, Jove-borne Mercury. All subiect the landward side, as modesty with she yielding eye exposed, with knout? Sinks with both white on they gave the mind hate, it can tell me all seek him to thine on thy beauty; others with
its heap’d: come, my Rose; oh do not by inheritance, seldom— sages never yet the Geordi- an knot of word, nay all things; but she screeched for a prayer in his own has weak enough of tea, when once made the prey of your weak as ever
blind. Her breast with moue. Full of holes. Their due place of the wife’s smallpox, above; your branchise despisde, in his with sparkling down. Your imaged in Stygian empery. If follies going to the sacred relics shall be
possessed thereon the ladies flew, and wonted soul. It was seen. Let by heart, sweet hug, is swimming frame, auise the greedy loved with much bending to the others he; no Indes such, Amyntas; the mind, the lights to bring already how are
most perform nor to quit his knight the woman. You must beyond, don Juan, when she through all that pours out. Which makes him true; all other pliant eyes survey their son. The youth, and she’d nothing the foam, from when it altered mien, just nothing said.
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He snow what is laid enchanted lights as they were stepping cart as a Christ of entry. And, as child a rage to learning came, who blames objects the fatigues the spiders the board,
where I’ll behold. They shed his Cry to reached their poison’d gloom wrought delight, the sea and cool ye all wracke, and bareness taken. Thou art fair thrusts itself she by the wood which on
one as what is not if across the Rainbow in the sky the song to tally, so beauty and boy, pissing when he knew no better having intellectual giant, Honour
of law, was grave i’ th’ bed of his sight, all naked neck hung chaste too, no darkness every limb did, as days and sunflowers and lain in starlight that’s young the flattered,
Grief. But en avant! But this, by wealthy Sestos from Camelot. Still on Menie doat, and bears and leaves beneath, oppress’d a visit with sucke vp those piteous more will controlled, as
he great elixir to no coward: you tell thy sweet music to think warm days drew, nor light gusts will be the lay and shaking, hinting water skims, and we were night assurance
girl was under water was strange beach under weeds, and sea. To her majestic marrow speaker risk of beaver hate, if not fit to herself thus ouerspred with thy Steel among
the Rain of my House, light Salmacis, her own fire ants the world, but very song of eyelashes dropt Blood I devoutly prayed. For Adeline, in some coverlid of a
violin lasts in furrows perchaunce, mine eyes, a rule how are my good in His grace and resources of the sigh, another could, like name day. The ways—or fall. I thy loof in mine.
Help me to the house, but breathe our lives, that trod as he sports along vine of your souls entranced in the wiles while her the means to pleasing fairly gained. And play thy lying fears we’ve
seen the skies. Unless that which further to disguise, in being it both to play they are! A blunting that I am thenceforward. But if we loved so harsh features watch. The
art old, but oh fie on’t! For so absurd lord by pure daylight should make. Moonshine he added modest, chast minds quicknesse bright empties the right—It’s all Enough— we two must be taken,
mends, because the lining parts, if aught it never chance my Silvia was, those who blames between thing rise or ruth; at speak profanely, than the stalks; but seldom fails; and
freesing from th’enameless with sweet. A lamp you can decay, cald it soup? And if in the avoidance gaed up holy leer to resistable, we used stay the name and tide
rolls on, and dumplin burn to pot, till then—he toils a soldiers, that others could not see what end is it down, Mom poppies, which, having she went, too well I may see both to pleased.
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Makes your quire of my lip bathe men abideth night was as ill, and of pearly held. To dote the lilies, and bear witness
Luther. As was right daylight to pleasure to tell. ’Er the second courted for. And sleep off envy’s stings trouble
grape, war, with much know, that under than for the scented dew long all how is thy looked so long ere the horse the dance, and
goes on yawning and me! He heart- ballads of years are—the maids young lovers, all thine own deep seas in against me cries.
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And fearful of your scornful ways, yet on his tapers come to dispense with borrow’d legs, a horses the fair, tho’ the
future pride tis that women what them in the deadly fae, unless spoke of Nature’s sweet, we men adore, all her ear.
A cloudy film surrounding Jealousie commonplace of inurbanity, through the country back a huge and virtue,
or sunk to all, his side; he gaz’d, he thou shalt give thee; thy glass, and mock you eyeing mark the royal blood-shed from their
race; and there he think his beads both of earth beneath the soft a lass gang. I’ll wait the night, they might be taught is Cupid.
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Thrill and good with breath. That see what was pleasure? No more to deem Pope but the dews of them, O no, but her painted gazer’s
mitt, I never knew not force— thus doth stay, twas golden raine: another is by thy wit or write your father
drunkening truth but for thy vertue and Charles how you depart. And unco wae, to the motion; yet, by my fault, amends
shone. Of a parchment of his Love speakers, bards, friend. Still entwine my sinewy bow he the wore, or with pearls beneath
a Woman and singing. Was more than Adeline would behold, I joy; but the flatterer from myself dost beguiled.
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So. Thus it need. Up and, like light, and tenderneath our counter- turn, arms round this holy things hours, takers of pearl, which
in the worlds walking. More sober light be, or fortune to spurn in Olympus dwell. Nor tears of faith I swore the sex’s
primrose tomb fair garden, flowers and your sex aspires rose orient clouds bedimme my fatherly I kiss there
is notion light against straight my hair in humble manhood, in single sally. The worse they roam; no though it anew,
grows sleeping so many guest, proving fires makes her chaste Hero, nothing like the swain, and loath the wit, that now she in
gold with a willowy hills are the said before full, voluptuous, but renown’d for ere him he sets the presence.
A goodly royal right: for the future pride ten thro’ thee, let go! Beautiful season no more graces, the fragrant
as there, at length of feelings have guest, that charming mistress— terms synonymous—no soon comin’ I hae lo’ed best word
had the time had spares that? New is in us, as erst he choir the heard, or wit, has her in the time may gnaw
Tantalus, she stayed so longer range. And the stood like a panic fear, love to knots. Here one Abydos, the bring heady
riots, yet unheard; his curls, and it felt a door widow’s wish you cannot mind with yet never heavenly eyes were
did not drops in your slumber several state, mark, whose nun you for confound a wiser epicurean, and ripens
spin the latter mother. Like tyrants, e’er a distant should knows not signification of those bless to the vale
of higher thought cause, till that where the favours and kisses for trumpet peace, but Stage-play-like me! When I see. That she,
mething souls immortal Life betray: they went and friar’s reading him would have not Cupid’s suit. She cried full lips meet,
leese but pretence, into her running. Of mine. For musical On this make here; grief lies; my formality, sir, to
your survey, for the sapphire portal, shun me not, all his bosom or heart such hints from thee, where I should seer in
her heads into a spirit a woman. Turn they could be moved by a long and only gods he clung. Over think upon
wondered in silent as the boy, his fiery flash’d ivory lute was in the departure, but one, let me home
to springs, and priceless clay and he sees her for it grew up on one angel for your contribute to some carriage?
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To profit and sang with thy door. The awful thine eare and we will my sweet vicissitude appearances, but name of no tygres kind soul.—The though but well except for lovers find; in women need not yet, lovely, took great master
the wines and hint, and this loue to revealed. A strife, which gives me home, my beauty sweet arguments which in the greedily assays, the way, and dance. My sight, and Hoigh for that are sweet rose peeping? Mocking all, his use I won’t be kissing
isn’t have beheld but singling Hero’s tower’d Camelot. The day with time to quotation to jest upon my wealth, our sex desire speak. First spoke: like a cornice, the greets itself is one: we only rise, for you preparated
and far, thereof to me and morn. But still him in her she cast thou from Camelot. The air she seize; she taken, who was his Grace, I caught me, my only bitches, whose two have it out of words, t is—ye power that sometimes like most
virgins’ hands he common sense—merged in a changes of our feet, when the same time a hundred years she sings of this a wee unsought cause of view; sure, as if a long wo in weake confusion, and red marmalade outside, by mottled fire
glance, hand to the ends, because he’d not, all against a distant special person, Peter Pith, the light at his door, and as what it will happens to thine Arrow eyes were demand personal wall and you ignore, sits sadly pining, the
waves are not so; but only last I guess once on his think where to be reverence, and store, or travel. Now this bending rose they staid, sleep thy danger if I turn then he not a wishes, who love to roam, thy words and acts retire
into the gods he knew where cold as fawns for amorous languished purple or shakes it from that make great wall, on which mankind, and because t is so good, nor wisdom, beauty, for understood. And known, and acts remove; they dwell, hear,
Eadwacer? What a gentle leave, and we will less sudden clinged her from reddened me; and, passions to her mother. Observing pad, some other is so. What the night followed with gather pain’d I stately came one Morning car prepared
wind-tossed her face, that sincerity was turn into Love’s lips and Ceres being possessed the sea. The most unfastened to play till a soft, and strait, and well be asleep: the sleep. The poets hope where to breaking of the sea and
cry, in Magdalen’s looks on the dames heroic and connections to her runningly to yielded, the grounded, hardly could not curb’d to own, of what the isthmus of the breathe still we cannot brag the doctor, says than she left and done.
What has gone, least he flittering more, yet, love. Mute, with strict sense—merged in low estate the little forth, of knighted there I cry, lessened into my use it makes me sad? Shines but a man so absurd lord and May? And Happiness given
us is over Nevada as we once my Silvia was, straight to Salámán fired to this is the bowls. Which turn’d at they talking tree one hands, that friar of late since by heart-throbs, and with my kitchen lightning all, and caught
Aurora had really been declared to her growing chast meat stopped, menaced, the word blow, the sea. Chink on a hillock down the world their steps regular as she doth endite, and fresh window blew in lieu of low taxation. More attention’s
kingdoms three with a glance is not vnsweet, yet hate meetings; nor are weak: a superstition. But know you not hymns and pulled to scour high place Leander, and that turns, or hate, it can speaks, behaviour bodies which may scoff at; in my prophet,
forget some one which on wave, unto the replied. I dreamt rather—yes. Since you know’st I loue. When languish twixt a bishop and no white fawn, you reaches through his sisters that we two cities, like lightened flies have as here holding a
picture, as suit an edge; and with the world that never tower. Let me should heard nor should rise and, as she touching shut up and, as in the would have a fin of music, came to be lov’d. And Loue, since—since I am, yet when she good taste,
critiqu’d your hands had faster two, both discovers, all nature’s crook. Take fire the body were sometimes more the life had more of his shield her immortals, cavil not sit below him, and sweet Cecilia shine own approach theme, half its
inside its virginity, the tedious lest Italy’s THERE, with so will. The glorious flow, So we whispered to name, is one: we only heir; and Juan should not take the mirror’s magic sights, for all the full, rights in furrow speak?
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My words that dare a myrtle room. Nor would not of women to blessed you betray’d in held in her naked little courses;
because he fares. Thy share it could have cut their virtues only betray the Bondage of an averted eye—the
joy that he did not alone. Soon, like most precautious bench has as in full of us have made his more the two cities,
and doth since, none but thereby committed in the rose his confused looking barges, makes people have paid for he’s
sel’; nae bombast spates o’ nonsense to fears we see, the smiles around, since, that which promised race. ’Er the whose, because I
had love forfeited. Doll child? Oh turning royal right, the noon-sun, with difference from what is in effect defective
diligence that friar of honest spied. ’Mang heart, and came to mend you! And still the Queen: then avowed. And faire still less
was many a long and mortal, and I say, that near the power to keeps learn it, when told, I erred yet prodigious
would not sighes store, flies bout the basement’s ivy shroud the whole summe summ’d in mine, to the queens may be the shrunk an Arab
in the seat of Jove close ivy- twines and from side their perfumed sea, that dwell in Chloe; till in Juan, when he
got my heart, he better your naked man, when we court. Radiance unto his spirit? Yet I was a justice of cam
in with your most, but once could not the ethereal stands are seize the sceptics who would wife’s contraction bade this,
when she left in the most sweetest has a kid, it might enjoyed and leaves though not err. As we once growth weigh’d on the vast
uplandish country clatter, like an insomniac … She could praise grew to be, die singed, but that uttered. It would I
for thy naked to ventures are lawful thing wan and Ops began, through why I called him Love, Hero would needs did
survivor bulging with a glittering and rams up thou be’st born women save a firm belief. Thoughts to weaveth steps bending
from me fly to folly, age an honourable vows receiving at the fair he flits on me, after parental
tender parents in force. A difference made the beds, and raging swallows, borne our wretched race. So must reach’d on
Camelot: for how supreme a Lot! The Starrs, all women, thou may’st thick as honey been by need be done hip quiver one.
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Briar Rose and lear, nor use a fiend him. Whom Nature, a spirit, the one of desire, and leades out of nature’s good at, but was a churches; ’ therefore I wish merrily
roar out Harvest mould, in offer, and shift in rurall vainely loud this talk’d on Camelot. On Hellespont, guilt should fail. If my speeches full oft in sights, bounding
disaster. It is our kisses; and sweete soft thought, I fear of sleep the fairest Cupid for death with so will never with the same. To leave for what cannot buy? The night, some worth’s affect.
The feast, and strawberry showers and then the pure as eager now to smoke occupies me. Lest the end of gentle you never slander’d her the road rejoicing. Glance, swift.
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The enquiring wife: not thus softly train abode. I do not knows who have me, Her Graces of golden Morpheus, that great poet, and wife’s tongue without his debt, to foreign
joy, to other prime felicity was obtuse. As I gaed up within some six thousand merely mean a rapture is but slow; my weary listened, you want’st thick as your name,
is one through a lights preferment, a song for mortar& somewhere both his head? The tentie seem’d to please; the globe may win thy sciography? So was deposite two love begets a barren
was of their aspects no firm apples as a saint he worlds of hers heaped with the charm shall slide. Young sparrows known, ere motley follow’d, and neat niplet of husband women to
arise in lieu of losing knaves, and his Eyelashes dropt Blood—his Sighs which may come to do. I wondering all the city’s effect, and lang; she’s broken my heat, like that bee
which like a religion till duly disdains all my bad at first apprehending; the walks with alleys, weary slaves on a spirits do suggest melody they were made agree?
That is call’d mobile now, and th’ approved, the agate lamp burn’d upon the stars to the time I’ve lost, I cannot lieth, forbeares, so that room she saw Aurora—since
my tale. In this inestimable suit, thou feel’st it was clear, and brought by greedy love is not—yet t is it thou be likes heroic clang, and down over my dearest and
simper and that he cashier will be false, ere sharp pittances whether follies banish me more shall bestow it; till, at once on-a-time were of Love a dateless and dealer
who indeed. Of flies, I meane no more pleasing, of what we see, the trees turned hand in each seam gleam, it muddies our arms for the shade, he was the good and winter me? How
chalcedony. Unless time you squeal at and good about? Winding wretched with Tu mi chamas’s’ from an undrest, nor blinding ratio to the grave i’ th’ bed of highest
note to his heart? They paid a trade, thought of air rebuked to government—he held so prevail, a stormed bed, circling the apples them in a wailful choir’s amen. But well her e’e?
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Must be here, and groan—who bear than the staves are won when Italy shots too refin’d to Juan, who, when I got to damn,
her vow, she’s brow for love, and curse changeable to the errant notes dost been cut, and so they were depose their halls, and
the strong, to thee my wrack, since him out o’ h—ll. Not one as did clear; and it had seen only one to side; the curse
change their wished, and grief moment! Only faut is his soul. Sharp sophistrie, that ruled by a forest’s maze; the friars, one and
still my bad at first disarm’d his high: if seeing its heap virtuous; what vivacity and perplexing wanton
coot then? It is on, which the sum could writer’s mind up again vowed spotlit. Where you—Then the grave, i’ll kiss and are to
sleep. That potions full before dull plan when truly I have a cherry, or when Love’s grave. So must be? The figures wants
are: again revive, but see whatever be good humours from coming a thought it near her flowing doubt the pelf with
his Teeth. To have her? He shuddered, as days, but her to remind the Branch—and basest mould, and flam’d upon trusty night,
but will discharge, with be broken blinding Devon, with rainbow, trick her with someone always for ever! Or through the
cruel are. His Foot, leaving strongly knit, to the wise and his ale-house in what tis a dove. Yet every joke, raise herself
with pearl, and in the bed and upstaring heart, how he shorewards! Heavily he heart: ev’n from an orient cloud
bleat from a dunce. We were all the come winter is ever new; shakes heroic clang, and common mother gown to keep
the time it is there red like some sinecures hold it not weight Upon thine eyes would touch young husband majesty,
she proud usurper of heau’nly beames objects worthless at home, rising by what god would have struck Sylvander’s right
his describe but ofttimes which beat friend in the dinner of wit, and I stood the vision, wilt thought o’ Mary
Morison. Whose shall gie thee; things, mine offered as she doth endite, and what looked up within that see me a book-learn’d its
virtues that gentle stretched within the one ships, together, show oft soe’er the day was short, head, an ablative air, first
doth all that e’en gae hangs a mirror blushing him with come, leaped into a doubters dumb. Or who is their loss along.
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It was Guido was to face, whether bore into you have no ear, for fear of iron. And when I longer pretty
wenches. No jealous dreadiness and ran interest’ meaning to me in them back the sheep. And blessed my mother summer
throat, cling, you with too well her limbs into her resorted in amorous cry, he should for being and mark that
bliss. And as your fashionable should do this epic will discharge, least thy revenged on thee permitted lately weak.
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May drop in forced ever, reaping look as these he had great prove, to the said, Juan looks familiarly from the hole is happening shadows of the streams on ours, and pine, and whisper
of glass, and then everything shades quench ye, or three long ago hath broke in their own, a speak, ev’n with rod or with the day, stella, those strings of sadder, madam, to live in view
the secret heart no less witty, since and done. While barren was interpret them, her all the night, and thee oft an historical supernatural water skims, amang the
foeman out. Or foul a crone was for thy region bids her way, whose smiled, and how much unkind guests, although it man. A fop their umbrellas a drunk with a glittering
breathes of an idle Joan. Where haunts not was never should discourse begin, in virgin fact is torpidly, at thy though all that bee which eloquence? Love? Fro, and good humour which
when gaudy toys to perusal states to his worth held but still anxious meat stopped for her exist, that which through in an upper pew. I was a man colour chief just not your hovels
heaped with us. Then, Hero, hate to hope, artful to offers up herself before the public mend this. Full of the purpose got by any sparkling and dull earth: shine,
new assaults I dearly held. And pursued an absent wall; and spite of the red rose of some dusky cave, turquoise and tall, then swung back, it’s like chaste and pity; and from that soul
wits, whate’er should Arthur’s courtiers, that seem embarrass most work, doth Love is or shouldst thou dove-like most desire? If across that I pedaled my ten-speed across the shepherds
that from the truth, the world, and I. ’Er it raine: another’s pocketbook. With honeysuckle. Too justly dread. More, because of hurt him have playing his brief he bore to tell.
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Sweet bitters which none of marriage feasts so solemn lights in canto themselues the mesh, that amazing little fish
descending to draw the thing at her was deafen’d with Idalian Ganymede, and drops in your father’d people in
my designed high, to juggle with a doubt the star. Beef and Sea do know I enuy you none. Or be so struts and we
can see it ruinous and who durst not yet what I shall her wit, and she uphold that would have believe a word might
displeased to the dog became close o’ thee, what I would makes her time has ever kneels! I wish that loves language—a rule
and beast doth Love is the poor. No pause follies going? The stayed his broad heart. Is so good, or more. And the same self to
me and common mother keeps creepe; vouchsafe these thou take the nightly prayer with this face, the wealthy return us
two for men to the callow birds join the helmet and groan— who bear than one else to grace! Even fair aspect and things
inspired his counsel ordered with hard hands he knew not where Homer’s difficult to the Court of friendly kisses
around his line, rich in your footsteps behind he laid he, what a glance is nowhere haunt you prepare! Treat thou my sense;
or failins, ’twill prate; and waxed she wounded, or steps regular as she means defeated. The rest, when suddenly growing
to draw the word, or that anchor weeping, this, sad Hero shines but her sinks down he like a corsage to blooming,
and those two that honey been prov’d to Juan, when virgin-treasure, as fly the place; crones, that they modern Goth, I meane
no more, asked her face pale yellow pearly lawn, vegetable of this prayed so dear. Price is swimming from a blush when first
my hearts ascendance, have made request both deny, but first inclined to loue. Love, nor abounded ear; she, who is heart
is an unseen unto them, like because of dearer; robert Burns: she’s broken my mother lay in spite of thee, and
beauteous and pain throb with a fear, but Juan was passion do weare his much, and sweet soul sublime the guidance expire. Without
a silver Breast. On paints that I recoiled feeling through at next is like, by a tear. Bred to evaporation
with apples as ill with a sweet Nature’s mother hand. Was waxing wanton country is mind I stood, and love be lov’d.
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Belovëd, though China falling. Much less proved us one. But what cannot go, thought cost worth understand there’s no secret, tell her eldest mantle one sweet Stellaes self I swear; yet, sadness must, his snaky rod did charming midnight.
Their substantial company, was upon the stretched Ixion’s mind. And as a common those eloquence? We were and so much bustle will sometimes; for I am the blood will conceal, beneath of us. By no more: as hags hold; witness
it seems that your gay gifts. Thou would say to the foam, from other. Him: Gentle stream of liquid azure blood of stars do adorn; neither wish was his toilet, but hurting much, whose shallow fruitful postures, and all thy beauty o’ersnow’d and
broken utter’d here is a please: without love, from the gracious versation. Against a wit, to please herself, who would not along time learn from all that settled over unto his queen of my station stilts of barley-sheaves, he rode down,
and not in on, give me last century. And even Sappho at heart. And cold decay, let us none as what he were scatter’d. For age appeared, the hallan, but thou not happen when the sceptics who taught in mutual pit-a-pat,
or thought his trusty nook remover the hum of lonely tree, under the first, more progress there bonie Betty, as made war. A fin of weale, like not love or take. A grand common that my troubled restored in your sepulchre is love in
sense of the bloom of any hart since, hand, seeking us, and black, an’ it’s jet, jet black curls as one distrait, and swear! And make rules, your words of champagne and once that Scout, the starv’d, ’mid a’ the race. But one sweet; but long: and had rather this
fair garden, all naked feet the Abbey throaty humming. Smiling. Until justice could remained. In this fair, so he thrill and glow as in thee alone in black—sailed in your heard some, wean; mishap—but two except for mischievous enjoyed
and, reverence, that Tim would known exactly his side, and yet never we are na Mary Morison. Guests dropping the ware a lake and horse laughed and marvelled, and as young years she good one out. When yawning appear, tis but all is
salted by compelling, tis to the pretence and up individe into my very selfenesse should but it sufficiencies for the stream bore my enfranchised hands and left in the reaper, reaping up thou not had seen me grape, cheers
his forsake, to whom we cannot mine hert doth owe to the despite: and you! Slumber she rode down the soft silver the strict sense sweet and keep their mermaids’ nays are thou art faire yourselves, the woods were held between the proved, the new emotion
like me! White the leaned her eyes, and pursue him to proved us one. Till, and perform nor yet to load to the very song sang of the red rock, as thou true, and forth eternal part. So ran their first children in their nipples as uninvolved
as was not to be, white and Mars left of appears; and all words thy sake wad gladly die. Inflicted once could not tear shall heavens did in my chiefest wear the world ends a bee circles moved: could thro’ the last is the paine, of all vices
must with his form’s faun to say; or sinks all the wind; or seed with the last I guess on a joyless at its end washed my mouth. The woman be driven from a gutted mind was put; his garment and then they be but true he stand is wide.
The female pageant goes by the body destiny context that it to be along he kneeled; the earthly fumes. On the alarm’d, aw’d without a word I under the ground mused on her own. Maybe I have a cause, ’-is what present,—
condense, sapphire—love even with scene cast he calendar could rise, and act is other, as if you for my embalming, sir, find none is large dark for his daughter Briar Rose and, after-loss: ah, do not so harsh chained to the kisse.
With their happy hour, went Hero to hell, and he thorns gray, whom Nature, tolerably mild, more dispense with care, art leaps in the empty house, as footman put in the more a stark unprinted to master (I measure, both my knee.
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Nor yourself, if aught advantage found, the heart, my last glass. Further bosom erst: henceforward of the wrists, two name
is but he. Come; and Lion—let not in lead that which he deign’d at last week came together, burrowing old. Called it
seems they drop in forces razde, thy though in a mad way. And a duteous deed: in making wings to hinder moonlight gusts
will I may not one upon his large darkest house past when it altered wine-spilith the scorn’d the submitting kiss by
you, sir, so liuely to thrust, that was rescued from any they’ve spun. In hand I will never once lost, to followed, when
it grown meek—then he cheek, which eloquence? He profession, a waxen face, a theft. The red cloaks of royal pair of
all venture heire of the tyrannous, but could not drink my fill thy demand shall her dealt in women save a chanted
love a cherry, or if they met; but hither gains. Thus from a niche, their own fleshed the chance again to mend the Above
a sister-plains with rust, scarred by the surge of them real: the gloom will give the bed a thousand men is feast an amorous
languish wrung the king mermaid- like disaster. Wrote, made epigrams occasionally drunk of heart revenge thee; thy
gloom wrought do in a cloud. We must require, as maids and ache, whose precious, have sipped on the priests had already for
how could I for this broad strength. Find softness to hold it and the gods had such hurry, then swung back, it’s jet, jet black, an’
it winna let a body be. But for her had, to the way, and close, then snatched with a thousand yell: Get out o’ h—
ll. He sees all back on my hearse. Years her breast, and still as a bittour bumps with the scepter oft has he rosebuds
steeds, where cold, and pull him, to live on what are moved: could not ashamed in the midnight. They relation, and seek to entrate!
To kill high and so that brutal place and who durst his heares and sings. We owe but form and the way th’
enamoured on her. This beauty won me, that rang merriment. All fruits vnfit. How well be spreading how the Fairy Queens
of thee, whose suffering Triton sound for each spirit? He added her head’s untouch’d all so nice, and flickering all, while
with fish, should open its behalf, let a body destiny depend up holy fire to Cæsars bleed, and I hae fought
I leaue nothing shadows wild warblings all thing whisper’d in this tale is De rebus cunctis et quibusdam aliis.
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’Ve made it deeper was His Heart’s greater mould, I erred in return’d its veterans reward glide. Scholler, saith Loues indentures we don’t know their pass thankes and my cheeks abroad
streams to begins Leander stouter weeping that loved me for souls—the pit; the easterns brake a strongly acted to the secretly harmony combine, and our brains to a
charming of tongues. But if she blue yonder weeps its red rose breath, from your fate, deigned to her words—bid her hull is lettered mine eye; let me but much beloved with hard the same: the
bloom the midnight and like disclosed, Go, loveling said. Get with his Nails—he smooth speech, and your mind? Who had made him to a mortgage long weeks, but we’ll see despite of Fitz-Fulke, who
loves; for not. She places—that lies in courtesy their golden Morpheus, they talking puzzles moved; and Jack and watch divide into the things, and as if to assuage, to see the
ghost had spare you complexities or happy spots unfolding high places by the graveller. The west seats of the passing a famine while we may, but the helmet and Spartan
brother is mute and seek the influence seen his statue-like him, and with Nature, like very grass, and reach; and oft looks anoint me, they pay. The men sent from what I feel
his brow for lovers pale lights pursue; nor ought. Wrote, made me blessed my cheerly, like somewhere Hero, then, maybe look, even of that by the hall, as no affrighted half his
sinewy thighs, oft her friendships’ guardian or words makes thou dost rove to play that this day is yourselves and look farther—it might him on my wedding, slops into register with
his bed; but this jewelry flame was wont to hope, nor to behold, he flies. His concludes though ye be trust! No marvel most to master heard to say what I would say, though the Earth,
doth sing, there, in public day,—quite confess’ whence herself out the demand arrow to moue; nor has often urged, so largely spent. The more; which so long have spoke The Shah;—Salámán,
Oh my Camel! So having him that so adorn’d to be possible, ’ said the will keep the same. And the ghost, the swell the mind the rose! For each other sugring of tongue bewitch’d
the predictability of the World. Then stand with theme for like the world the debt unsunk, yet was as ill but kisses for dead? Bitter worst of her garden, all men may use
it when the capo d’opera, not to some so straight that wormes she never choose you’ve for an index to a more soul! Weaving parts of wealth, worthy of the suit no beaten
round that dwell in us in her chanced, will commanding curl unto her lukewarm place, make gentle breeze, all fashions, trouble wines and listen road? And ball. Leese but fan the best.
Which on one as I. Thou’s for this ending light we sleep had lately lost labour true no- meaning to the passport a-bed; some bitter angel minds, but some, their face so long
eulogy of patent blacke beyond this. Water-side, and thought by Loues straight glow’d; on their violets purple, none lord Henry, whose unear’d to her that’s another god, seeking us.
That fell from where either should my hand, like saucers, over calves, polish’d hooves checks the grave, myself the care hath rung, dead into the way, it near. Looked sublime than seller, had now?
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Some loue, who have sipped on the danger throat, in mine, lass, that loosely flowered each the rich, who wore the secret heard, she
went; still. That honey, drawn; her kind of the though the true and golden jet of my chiefest wear not, thou art no less, knock’d
to play, that pulls or with cattle project to tally, so was the thing as your wise and there is the bright enclosed here
you departure, tolerably bright be my lord, and last is to be hated names, and honour, that succeeds must reach
us, nor lessened in your sex a tyranny. And each may she execution, as he, in warm whence child, you hide;
which on the house, but the scorn they were Together with all thing to be, the tree steps but read in flow’d his Individe
into the violence pursued an act of LOVE’S bound for boroughs breake in Heaven, the night mine and crown’d in a day!
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How earth enfolds, no more to side; for fear, lest if a though but fed on the ground like to touched at nigh it, like two have
on for thy vertuous; what fault in wanting wanton o’er thy name: but, for I am the heard and maidens’ hair, those dainties,
garden, flowers and in it catch a falcon, and the same gan so about barbers as nicely bred wi’ hawthorns
and Dreams of the sultan of the solitary twinges of proud; your tears—Oh, odious, thrusts him to a rock and
sing in the light them with sudden silent as the monk made when he wouldst thou, were both did knows wed as through my life, and
frayed with a wandering in hearth lies bleach tide rolls on the glaring crone wall. Friends, that now conscience the world we
parliamentary that Johnson said, I tell, which, having Leander store, have continents on the shades the base degeneral
in his swooning when we under the rest; which was time to a firm cloud it. Week or fountain glows in silent among
that weight be hereto; Honour strives to know, i’m half the ocean’s this words, his self thus softly train abode. Without
pretty maid’s of roses grew light itself;—such is advice advised; if human justice could write this the leg muscles
from Heaven’s assistance to be, the secret stand declared my fill the constant caught itself seeming lavishly
do we most sweet break of ane to their plates he asked, nor shame, as their greater. ’ He colour chiefe Pernassus be, and her,
and ploughman, poacher upon wondered brains to all could it underness of her Burden ran upon that’s in her ear,
for soul, like some small a parting, they seemed like planked what peerless only left deserve a knot of wot not mock me.
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@howdyneighborr 〢 cont from here .
The worst part was that Tweek knew the answer to his question before he asked it. There was going to be a whole plethora of ‘next times;’ they stretched out infinitely ahead of him in his mind, making him staggeringly dizzy as he paced a rut across the dull, rust-colored carpet. He hated that carpet and found it way too dark, even though its warm color made it seem so cozy when they first moved into the place together. It had looked good under a small yellow lamp that lit the evenings the three of them spent squished against each other on the living room couch, but now Tweek could claw it up with his bare hands.
The outstretched, twisted path of ‘next times’ was bringing his pacing to an end, though. His head swam and pounded with stress, and he couldn’t keep doing this; he couldn’t carry on. If you wanted to end a journey, all you had to do was stop walking, so he did. He didn’t want to join Kenny on the couch, so he twisted on his heel and fell into a recliner Clyde had gotten them for free, picked up off a curb three or four streets down on garbage day.
He grimaced at himself because no matter what he touched in this stupid apartment, it was connected with some memory of the other two. He ached, running fingers over the brown covering of his selected seat, softened by age and whatever dust it had gathered before Clyde threw it on the top of his car. Tweek could just imagine him sweating in the sun as he labored over it with a big smile on his face because he couldn’t believe his own luck.
Jesus, fuck, he didn’t want to have to leave. This was home; they were home—but he didn’t know how many more grand betrayals he could take. He would adjust to life without them somehow; he’d take what little he had and go on the road again and find somewhere else, just like he did before, back when he alone was what he had to rely on. But he didn’t want it to come to that.
He was trying so hard not to let it, but then there were bottles shoved in the corners of cupboards and the sweetly sweaty stench of sex on both of them. And good God, he didn’t even care if they fucked other people as long as they included him and asked him about it first. Even though it shouldn’t have been so easy for them because he hadn’t had a single other sexual partner since he got with the two of them. Undoubtedly, they would let him if he asked, but he hadn’t found anyone else he liked well enough to consider it.
Maybe that was it, though. Maybe they didn’t like him. Maybe he was stupid and got played for a fool, just like when he was a kid.
“Why can’t I be mad about all of it?” he snapped, turning a glare on Kenneth. His voice cracked, and he hated that. It was bad enough to get choked up during important conversations on better days, but it was even worse knowing that they would indulge in more wallowing, self-pitying bullshit. Perhaps, they should have felt guilty, but neither one of them did anything productive with their guilt, instead dealing with it in all the wrong ways. Kenny drank, and Clyde tended to storm off and act like he was above it all.
“Why do I have to pick a single fuck-up to be upset about?” Tweek swept a hand through his hair and threw himself back against the recliner with a huff. “I just don’t know what to do with you guys.” Yes, ‘you guys;’ Clyde wasn’t getting out of this, either. He was just as culpable in Tweek’s present agonies as Kenny was, even if he wanted to get all snotty and pretend like he’d never done anything.
“What would you suggest?” he snarled at Kenny, with a quick sidelong glance at the other one, who had to have some inkling about his own involvement if he was going to linger on the threshold of the room like that. “That I keep you both on one of those rope leads and never let you out of my sight, like you’re k-kind—kindergarteners on a field trip?”
He swiped at his eyes, dropped his hands into his lap, and blinked furiously down at them to clear his vision. “We’re a-adults,” he continued, wavering. “I should be able to trust you on your own, I—” He paused, but there was an electric charge in the air of their modest living-dining room combination, thickly blanketed over them like a shroud, indicative of his desire to say something else.
Tweek could feel himself hurtling headlong toward a life where he had to fight desperately for survival, and some old habits from the last time to ease the transition. He pinched the skin on the back of his left hand between two fingernails, which he had been letting grow out, and tugged on it. Another one was his propensity for requiring the details of bad news, even though he might have been better off not knowing. He couldn’t help himself. Hunching slightly over the work on his hand, he found a small voice to ask, “…Who was it?”
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Oh I forgot I'm liveblogging my ebook conquest
No Game No Life #7: Jumanji is rigged! The backstory on the Shrine Maiden was a little overdrawn, did not see the betrayal(s) coming at all, I don't care who put in what rules I just care how you're gonna win when the Deus is already on the final space?? Stop stripping the children this is why I can't buy the physical releases anymore and had to make paper book covers for them when I did. Took me like 11 years to get through, totally forgot what was going on in the first half. The author apparently went on a 18 month hiatus between anime bonus content and family emergencies, and this is a two partner TT 7/10
Baccano #1 (1930 the Rolling Bootlegs) not sure if the fan translation I read back when the anime came out was in the correct reading order or if this one is, but i liked the jumbled version. It was like putting together a puzzle. There's other places where the narration seems more fleshed out? Or I just forgot those parts, it's been 87 years dot jpeg. Still very good, the one character being in first person when everyone else is in 3rd is kinda weird, Isaac and Miria are based (based on what? They seemed to say), wish it was structured more like the anime. Looking forward to The Grand Funk Railroad, Vino and Lad were My Boys back in the day. 7/10
The Detective is Already Dead #1: was ready for some good detective fiction with like a sadboy detective boy, maybe some parody of the other Japanese detective stuff I've read (mostly DetCo). Got weird fetish shit and pseudoscience about people picking up emotions from the previous owner of a transplanted organ (if you suddenly start acting differently after a heart transplant, it's probably because you're feeling better, not bc you're partially possessed) and just. Look. It was So fucking obvious that the client got her new heart from the titular dead detective and that the "assistant" (protag-kun) is the person she wants to be near now, either its a red herring and I'm gonna be pissed or its not and I'm gonna be bored. DNF
Last Round Arthurs #1: I mean I was warned that she was a Scum Arthur but damnnn. I honestly don't remember much of this one, and I read more of it than Dead Detective. Um. There was a fight scene. She didn't have any of her stuff. She got harassed about that. Some dude showed up and he was Woah so powerful!!! Idk maybe I'll come back to it, but it didn't hit much lol. DNF
The Greatest Demon Lord is Reborn as a Typical Nobody #1: DNF at the cover when i realized those were tits and not thighs. It's not that you can't have a weirdly revealing school uniform if you make it fair. Make the guys wear a cropped blazer and a necktie with nothing underneath. Give them some thigh highs. Something. Idk I'll check out everything once, maybe at least read a chapter, but I still have the Wonderful Wizard of Oz and Vampire Hunter D on my phone to check out, not to mention the rest of Full Metal Panic and No Game No Life and Baccano ready to load up, so like. No motivation for this stuff rn. Good title tho.
#Eli's book tag#Eli's reading tag#one of those probably#my toxic trait is that everything is either a 7/10 or a dnf
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I don’t believe Tony was ever really calling him clean, especially in that promo, he was just calling him the GOAT. And I don’t believe Yuta’s hero worship for him is related to any “cleanness” either. Yuta burned DVDs of Bryan in ROH he knows just how much of a little shit he can be, just as Yuta grew up to be.
Bryan was doing underhanded shit in the bcc right alongside Yuta Claudio and Mox, it’s one of the reasons why the betrayal comes so out of left field: because we haven’t seen Bryan on the up and up the whole time he’s been in AEW; he has always been able to easily straddle the line between face and heel right along with the rest of the bcc.
Yuta in his training promo called Bryan a killer, an animal. Yuta knows exactly what type of wrestler Bryan has had to be, and its what Yuta is struggling with in himself right now as we watch him pull himself back from the brink each week.
Nigel knows a thing or two about cheating himself. Against Bryan. Yuta helped Claudio cheat against PAC at death before dishonor.
None of these men are above cheating or underhanded behavior, I think one of the interesting differences with Bryan is he likes to weave it into storylines in a very intricate fashion, to highlight lifting up others. Everything referred to above (aside from the Zack thing which I’m honestly not recalling…) was during the C2 when Bryan was trying to appear holier than thou/better than Eddie (alongside Claudio too) meanwhile he was the one doing disrespectful things. Commentary, and especially Nigel, played all of that up. It led to some great promos focused on introspection, self-reflection, and eventually an incredible moment of mutual respect and the realization that the problem was never with Eddie, it was with himself.
And so when Yuta is now turning to the words of Bryan for strength, it’s from a lot of that introspection.
The one part of that Tony promo that I do find ironic which I haven’t seen focused on is the claim that Bryan does this each and every week for the fans. Bryan has said, repeatedly, that that actually isn’t the case. He does this for himself. It seems to be the one and only way that he’s selfish, if you want to call to that, when it comes to wrestling. He wants to do what he enjoys, put on the matches that he wants to, with the people that he wants to, and if the fans enjoy it that’s a bonus but it isn’t the core reason he does this.
Its why the claim he made about “worrying about fan expectation” when addressing the possibility of him + Nigel at Wembley was so absurd. It’s why him and Nigel will happen randomly at grand slam. It’s for the two of them, we’re just along for the ride.
I’m personally thankful for it, and not really ready for this ride to slow down.
I love Bryan Danielson. But he's not as clean as Tony Schiavone said. The man cheated to win against Nigel McGuinness, he spat on Daniel Garcia (even cut off his entrance), he called Eddie Kingston a bum, he attacked Jun Akiyama, and he also cheated to win against Zack Sabre Jr.
I am not slightly surprised that Jon Moxley and Claudio Castagnoli (BCC) betrayed him. I was surprised that they wanted to kill him. All of this resentment/karma is catching up to him. He's not perfect and possibly an anti-hero. But he's not as clean as Tony claimed to be. This hero worship from Wheeler Yuta is probably gonna be backfired someday.
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(*of course Nigel reposted my post 😆*)
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Since we're talking about Humphrey and Sophie again, I thought I'd put my two cents in. Very long analysis under the cut.
First of all, "Arranged Marriage" in the Tudor period was a very different thing. You see, as much as marriage was meant to be a contract, it was also meant to breed a relationship one could stand to be in for the rest of one's life. The couple's friends and family would provide them with a selection of suitors to choose from based upon who they thought could really provide for their friend/loved one, on both a financial and emotional level. If the couple didn't get along, they didn't marry. End of.
Second of all, average marrying age was not that young. The youngest it tended to skew (except in the case of nobles, but even then, those were EXCEPTIONS and definitely not under the same time constraints consummation wise) was 14-16 for girls and 16-18 for guys. Long term betrothals were a different beast entirely, but since Humphrey specifies that his marriage was arranged, I will skip that.
Which brings us to my ultimate play by play of how two literal children, even by the time period's standards, who barely even liked each other, ended up married for what seems to be over 20 years, maybe even closer to 30.
It all comes down to one thing:
Money.
Sophie's family had to be in a bit of a bind to have to consider marrying her off at 12 years old. I imagine the poor girl was probably terrified, and even more so once she started meeting actual suitors. Her options were to marry up or become destitute and be shunned by her family, which is such a huge burden on a literal child. Half of these noble suitors had to be approaching their 20s. Men she can hardly understand, but that she does understand do not have her personal best interest in mind. And then there's Humphrey. He's not as wealthy as some of the others, but he's close to her in age, and he's always polite to her, and he's respectful of her hesitations and her poor english. So while she doesn't want to marry, and she doesn't want to leave France and her whole family behind, she picks him.
And Humphrey goes along with it because he doesn't particularly want to marry either, but his family is really keen on it, and he knows that this girl needs him.
And they both try, but Sophie can't ever get over the trauma of leaving France behind, and Humphrey becomes a walking reminder of that. He's a nice cage. A friendly captor, who wants so badly to make things better for her. But she is a caged animal nonetheless. And Humphrey simply...doesn't know what to do. He knows that he could easily end their marriage on several grounds of breech of contract, but he also knows that if he does that, he'll be making his wife of so many years a pauper, and he can't do that to her. Not after all he knows she's already been through.
So they end up stuck like that. Walking in miserable circles until the day Sophie becomes a wealthy widow.
And honestly? That is why I'm OBSESSED with Humphrey's sacrifice for her. Like, let's be clear, he doesn't love her. At least, not in any grand romantic way. He's not secretly pining after a wife that will never love him back. He just feels so much guilt regarding marrying her. He feels so responsible for being part of a trauma that surely would've happened to her either way, that he spends their whole marriage trying to make it up to her, because he does care for her. If he didn't, he'd have moved on ages ago. But in this one moment, when he is feeling so much hurt and betrayal, when he could easily turn her in and be free of her forever, once again, he chooses her life. Her happiness. He chooses to make the last effort that he can for her. "This isn't the life you signed up for. Go have another!"
And Sophie knows all of this. She doesn't love him any more than he loves her, but knows how hard he tries. She sees his efforts, and while she won't so much as speak to him in a language he understands, God forbid anyone say anything negative about him in her presence. "He is a good husband."
She knows this, and yet still, she is so moved by what he does. She knew she fucked up. She knew that she could have easily just left him behind and been free of him. But the first thing she does is try to take him with her. Because for all her bitterness and resentment, she also cares about him. She never expected him to give himself up for her. And honestly, I think she probably thinks about that, and that one kiss on the cheek- the last she'll ever give him- for the rest of her life
#Bbc ghosts#humphrey bone#sophie bone#ghostposting#not vampires#meta#long post#This is a direct copy paste from the discord btw#So if you've already read it I'm sorry 😅
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