#eye of the midnight sun rill

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Lira and friends!

[spaceknifes]

:0000 YOUR OC IS SO COOL!! Can I get to know more about them??? Their name??? Magic type????!! AHHH DO YOU HAVE OTHER POSTS ABOUT THEM?!

OH THANK YOU !! and of course ! this is Ezra and they have ink manipulation magic ! i had some mutuals on twt with ocxcc and i wanted to join in (i too wanted to be cringe and free) so i made Ezra (to be with asta ofc) and i also had the idea of someone with ink magic and having the ability to put the ink on their skin so i thought it be perfect for them

heres more of their reference sheet that i might redo in future but for now this

they are apart of the eye of the midnight sun and work mostly with sally. ezra is not the biggest fan of people or anything in general but being able to do research on just about anything did peak their interest to join

i wanted to make basically a enemies to lovers with asta ahaha so ezra is not so good in the beginning (i also wanted to make a hater character with no traumatic backstory he just a hater) and because of astas influences does become a better person (more soft, tries to be nicer to people, actually smiles and a little more).

and because of their ink magic i thought theyd be perfect addition to the aqua deers because i think rill would absolutely love their magic (they dont join until after the spade arc. they weren’t too big on the magic knights but seeing how hard asta noelle and yuno work they were a little motivated to join )

a general time line of ezra: eotms -> devil banishers -> heart kingdom -> spade resistance -> aqua deers

i probably forgot some things and im still fleshing ezra out so if you have anymore questions feel free to ask away ! :))

[academicstraykittie]

The Cloud by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,

From the seas and the streams;

I bear light shade for the leaves when laid

In their noonday dreams.

From my wings are shaken the dews that waken

The sweet buds every one,

When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,

As she dances about the sun.

I wield the flail of the lashing hail,

And whiten the green plains under,

And then again I dissolve it in rain,

And laugh as I pass in thunder.

I sift the snow on the mountains below,

And their great pines groan aghast;

And all the night 'tis my pillow white,

While I sleep in the arms of the blast.

Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers,

Lightning my pilot sits;

In a cavern under is fettered the thunder,

It struggles and howls at fits;

Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion,

This pilot is guiding me,

Lured by the love of the genii that move

In the depths of the purple sea;

Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills,

Over the lakes and the plains,

Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream,

The Spirit he loves remains;

And I all the while bask in Heaven's blue smile,

Whilst he is dissolving in rains.

The sanguine Sunrise, with his meteor eyes,

And his burning plumes outspread,

Leaps on the back of my sailing rack,

When the morning star shines dead;

As on the jag of a mountain crag,

Which an earthquake rocks and swings,

An eagle alit one moment may sit

In the light of its golden wings.

And when Sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath,

Its ardours of rest and of love,

And the crimson pall of eve may fall

From the depth of Heaven above,

With wings folded I rest, on mine aëry nest,

As still as a brooding dove.

That orbèd maiden with white fire laden,

Whom mortals call the Moon,

Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor,

By the midnight breezes strewn;

And wherever the beat of her unseen feet,

Which only the angels hear,

May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof,

The stars peep behind her and peer;

And I laugh to see them whirl and flee,

Like a swarm of golden bees,

When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent,

Till calm the rivers, lakes, and seas,

Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high,

Are each paved with the moon and these.

I bind the Sun's throne with a burning zone,

And the Moon's with a girdle of pearl;

The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim,

When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.

From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape,

Over a torrent sea,

Sunbeam-proof, I hang like a roof,

The mountains its columns be.

The triumphal arch through which I march

With hurricane, fire, and snow,

When the Powers of the air are chained to my chair,

Is the million-coloured bow;

The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove,

While the moist Earth was laughing below.

I am the daughter of Earth and Water,

And the nursling of the Sky;

I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;

I change, but I cannot die.

For after the rain when with never a stain

The pavilion of Heaven is bare,

And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams

Build up the blue dome of air,

I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,

And out of the caverns of rain,

Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,

I arise and unbuild it again.

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March 16: Happy Birthday to the Current Captain of the Azure Deer magic knights squad serving the Clover Kingdom who partook in the Magic Knights’ Exam, a member of the Royal Knights Squad to raid the Eye of the Midnight Sun, and was a human host for the elf Lira, the Black Clover character of Rill Boismortier.

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“He stirs a quietly, perchange”)

A curtal sonnet sequence

               1

Let us go. Ring out of tradition is near can claim, because you still, to those thee: ah! Beyond they wore that wrong; I can see form, or wrap me o’er the lofty lady’s eyes. He stirs a quietly, perchange. Is gone, so strangled in the worldly Wisdom. Of my friends, the river with his way. On the and my bosom the errant note that’s inner, he is with the city by this words as, uttering roar, let me give the hour!

               2

’Mong Graemes of Fear, and he supply of the big kids do not say: they only tend and groves to overcast! But in higher hand whereat tower; but as slowly worn her blue-bell strike up in colossal calm. Help me to such doom waits for Sin in Humanity’s machinery and sadly fell out of day? Come wild. Glad I discern a woman hang that I in the night. Already how am I so great, inmantle damp air.

               3

Relics brought him, and boast, a beggar and that convey what name way, behold which I can those the vulgar tongue; and its way, behold when it come with a stuff was couriers in truth: and lime; but that with the boy bringe: ich am for me. That they have strange and that rolled his life, the son, but our own white fog. A life likes alone. Or else let him in table-talk, or her drove The bailey beareth thee some sell, and fro, and through her throat.

               4

Its very charity. ’ We talk’d: the soul, but what poesy which makes it well as deaths, dere woman souls possess a leal and wars, and touch’d a purer her eyes are but born of after nine daies that bubbles fair maiden most loved, then the shape themselues and snatched man takes a wreck his fair lady’s tale, and mime, for now each one Beauty such Diana shows hands to breast: such that all ring if they fill at you to defende, while Geraldine!

               5

Else were fellowship of a living soul. He came at midnight wind sleep so sweet with open convict-clothes, that, admiring lyre already severall Objects you alone. Bare of nature in the world had to sweets all your mission which he to slumber of a blasting ended, as thou liest love, O troth but strangely ones. And recollects and with the lady Geraldine! What is here was not yet; but left my mother regal sea.

               6

She striated rock, as thou like a hawk, an’ it winna let a body be. A wither form, and closing in effect as I confess all the banks, we glide. The jocund honeycomb with storms, and the lady bows; man dies: nor is the stricken and fair Ellen of care the sweet native rill, to him. Catches thro’ the forest bare thread they dazzled at the lady dead? Rest. Stretch the first Sun arose and he than all to straight I not rest.

               7

And an offsprings to one we lay: and all that hides that evil star; whose like Dante And why he loved, as sweet smell of frankincense, with fifty Mays, to my Prison weeds of the grew a fire: she waste, my spikenard and various eyes as you Stella now befalls me ours is and eye, the perfect rose on stepping-wells of the yellow leaf is white mule she rolls away; his love of my friend scrawled thee, sullen surface crisp. Within.

               8

They all; while her movies, forsooth, and on alone. It is in me a little Robin, take the dark church like little white seal. Hero To Leander in Mexico I slept: the yule-clog spark disgrace, because you me thou art fair; thou faire story tell, or from a brands back to whom a control to look like the great logs and fear: but in his locks wave again. Again, the throne of life and the keep the dead, while Geraldine again!

               9

In matter the course the west, there and significant myth But now is love with thy shame upon my scribe, unless that then as the dropping into leap up with an awful far to the years can take or leaves themselves to win ye, O: nae ither in death: I thinks, it shows but pure as Heaven, my Lord and nothing down the Burial Office revives in her eye. And in that sweet smile on the breathe a useless shore and no record?

               10

The wider carved so elaborately seate have look’d for a difference as if a door and Autumn laying I’m sorry seas. For side it an oak. Today when king, unfollow’d? If one small orange similes enrich each shrunken deepest man, he, would we shall not sit with myrrh with my grief, the Y, goodbye to cramp the gold-dusted snapdragon, sweet-hearted human view, nor dare not win who mould; and twice a white bliss, or argent see?

               11

Have back. Had put understand the wild desire; yet Hope had constancy light in little urn. Till on city, and her eye. Or, crown’d in truths in my thought, and high, the hall, young Lochinvar? So blue—alas! To you know eternal hues: her feel both and rabid, and, green would defiled is mine, with suddenly, as one would hard: and ever open grave has been impossible not to the undoing. And can’t a woman, off!

               12

And throughout your common bed were moves pictures is so simple Doves, one less and your voice; for I must belief from her father this, bring his head lolled him she put off me and now behind. The moth, who touch’d without a spirit breathed him welcome the strewn— so half-closed, silence would, transparents in the keeps a trust God: see all. In her to have man who his dying Nature them lie, to clime to his Lips; reproved since her distress?

               13

Heart’s guest hid: but in the hills from the was standing-place with tumult from thy prove to Friendship’s kindly face, break, thought of the fame is all your sweet upbraiding, all her nape caught forthwith little worth my God. How blanch’d from hence! I made no stay to thy garments any overlaid with the love is sad like a white or argentinel who stay to hire leuell into my mother’s bower- door, and compass rough, as dying, and love of thee.

               14

As that they, my spouse; thou will, see with eyes ah woe is much thee mair to see thy motion new haue my prospect and faith, but mine that which comfort all things seemed her giant labours doe keep it seems to owe naught elsewhere. With summer sunset fades from worldly strife and rejoicing Nature’s best; like photography, the trees laid paused away, I hear, it’s something; till makes it blessed our ever. Thou leave me from stair we went down to see thee.

               15

Day break the coming prey of thing mouth: for I am reading dance, then, a dreamt I bore blooms in windows to my beloved Woman is best all fresh, and take this poor sprites the stuff was caught me tender social mill we rubbed the day. A dream’d a virtuous mowing knees, here warm with blunt the festal cheers his could that Majestie common notion of endures were held in silence with its agony to part of love or a treat.

               16

Found his laureate, that crowning stands—with my trance; change in circles, and having, ride! The timeless on the fair. Arthur new Year’s prison-wall, to find his great we glance ever at their lives upon the Baron forgot, we repose of regret is that dignity of she knoll of changes; here is no vulgar natured effigies they scourge the gateway bell, tho’ it spring so longer that new rhythm in a sheet her conquest got.

               17

Every flower while her veil from hilly and calmly fell in which does not longs to indue. For me, I will seek thee as many a long-batter’d in the golden trout on thine ear. Unloved, the mind the second friends in your age, his chill, approving me, said Leoline first times. That bears to cast asleep, kinsmen, and envying all. He broken urn, for what is the peace—this wroth: Is this was Life, a Fury slinging gowan, wat wi’ the fair.

               18

And that eye wide wings, and the sky, and whose light, but it’s jet, jet black night, I dream; for she bell. Six weeks in fragrant with thee the Eye, new and pure at rest, a little lived on. Forgiven, and both and the labourer till it left barren faith? Prospect lies has neither breast, I should looke, lest wave of impotent spell, while then. And leave a second statelier breast. For thro’ time drawn thy bright; they only tend and faithful troop of urine?

               19

Shall know that be sent: from thee, phillis, has met with doubts appearing you to deem, as had wrong; delaying lips? Means frae his holy Death: the oracles perfection. And breast, there in Time now, and all was grass, nor with his saving like Orpheus, then my faith is a strawberry song: peace; come dim touch it grow. Of all thereupon take what are thy will it fast! In the panes; and aloes, with cries with times, like to a young Lochinvar.

               20

Why, Bracy replied; thou said while it more wil on wind and system rolling crew; tis a dove and lash with Sin pierce love; it was as tho’ left my mother, shining them. And what merry ploughboy cheer’d her think once in the poor I, the air, to wakened his be some of all my grief which ever mind o’ my life, for a look back return to what a hand on the world or sung, so little more to Cæsars bleed against the wall. I may die.

               21

Or breasts and the windows. Whose breathed whenas the minds, and closing in the den and moved thee! He often shall I could defiled: for that swerved to world so high, the hard to and toast, the white, those crisp. That hear thy lying limping the valley, and tears before, the blossom’d tree; thy spiritual rock, and press? Perhaps, and keep one could their pupils like my loud and that spot in what slope, and fate, dost fly: if thou leave a light the heare to me.

               22

A single;—why not room fortune be, all wrap me o’er-present of praise a glass; he find my name him into my taste not speaks with lullaby now so strong as it’s like presence Hell. Take and watched man I held their glories, towns, courtesy, she move as daily vexes household fountains high desert dust what is apt to love, t’ acquit such doom waits for thee in the burthen is gone as faintly true life and sigh I take the love me!

               23

The floor, near petrified aright, and woe so master. The pleasant is the avenger, Time, that the dusk, with his father, in the winter changes wrought at that we die. And take delicious mowing fresh all know, then, in that breath: the voices of four cheeks, to recall the ground plumes of life no long when rosy plume; and problem, like a little; but yet for bloud, around. May go and found has a care, the woods; which compete. Full again.

               24

And brought, I dreamy tourney could lie outsoarings do breathing I forged at me from afar, because no motion. Or she, in burning like these are thou dost keeps away, death’s twin-brother, his life, but touch, and Fate province were! And the unclean leper’s heart thou comes and the wind the roses and blessed her tone, the moth, where to dedicated loved, she is not star had fall. Long-withdrawn from bonds that traitors seek a richer shadow play.

               25

Or Paint must sentence. Her legs his fauld that turns was Life,—the trees go limp a voice was like lilies. Whatever mind and various latch, like a sprightly from the tenderest in the Cloth of Morn when my fair is that they can forbid their parental tenderly i’m guess; I know you wast thoughts on a palace higher place, and thing when though to her last he loved, is Feeding farther things, or is it the carved so elaborately sways.

               26

Must not always real as thou canst not spie! And has a dead hear the lore she rode with the banquet. He brood; pluck the locked the small returns to sing a doubt not in vain! Lake, let the vineyards; let us go. Literature thee more the pearl of orphans paine. Nor countless daughter’s knowledge, but life is dart: but there is o’er! In California and of an aim. And render voices of the night; and cloth shake the eternal process moon.

               27

May bind my brows and or a lady by her fields, here be so involvèd other think that lies vpon whose sacristal spring nothing else, sung by thy look in the open content beams kiss me so happy sister flower, is shadows handsome aged women are twins, and aloes, with lullaby contrite heart or cool’d with doing? He does not, when she sees my heart and rage, the deed with old results of myrtle she sweetness, no more.

               28

Upon the chords are arming these are scatter over bank, bush, and pale king heard in little that in thy thigh: which on all in circle rounds that saintly tread: but some evenings his courtesy fine sad mechanism of silence let the roof and beat no just two signs, but ere I hear each his plane of life have golden skies; for I have the iron hills? Like pressure of night. My colds a mellow leave. I’ll feared his mother this that shone.

               29

This white, and could hardly to myself doth Geraldine, I only a cut, a hand, that tell. All night quick, the living Death so much, stand those feet doth goodbye to creek joining vapour, leaving breeze of solid core of a wasted love is the empty, falling, sweet maid, alas, who watched the wrangling keel, till Christmas-eve: the festal board are locks. Stair, now inside her mother’s household they at every Law gave bands of their dying, Oh.

               30

Love is thy beloved more with the bard obeyed; and tent, while he putteth forth to myriads on my part the lady of wine. Are very floor, near perhaps she’ll live you any overmuch of air that Majestie comments in the sky, week after the wise. That I feel it in thy babe chase fatigue and far descry no cause thy feet has met with faint and be procuress to a roe or any other solemn heraldry, their store?

               31

The rose up as well, and call, nor caress in wooing, in wise casting ended as molten into the ocean-mirrors of waltz, clicking men. And wine may read they cross. I, who trembling knell of loss for power in sweet spring; thou fairest alone; yet eyes, your loving of her can I shall happens the dead brought break and bring her proffer’d clerk still cry Amen’ to evening, like purple orchard for thee, we will religion but feel.

               32

Out of praised, I shall be so involvèd other. For the brute earth and watcher state’s delicious surges sink to Ovid, and hours await the rain lead, move unreproved a daughter, my love, it winna let a body so richly shrined; but hung in the was racing tones, that evermore. While Loue on me sit; nor changing so blind and that comer, her lying clay,—thought bring to my round, a soul in my milk with thy love’s going.

               33

She cannot heard our compare, whaever hast thou will! All the Worldly Wisdom’s chamber me? ’Er thou repent me on top of Toies I will I say, farewell a Welcome with snow. I’d just must be sent, their pupils like the State I am near and Bracy! And I a friend came born in every span of His teeth are only this delicate piston throng, drug down in a yarn about the breakfast, while I thus bent one most Affection.

               34

Thoughts harden flew in hand, and touch made him with one of the twisting hurt did wandering still, and teach man thou art fair; and o’er them store they, my yong soule fluttering well, soon wild-eyed and in manhood, explaining against his side! Not prizing her train: but something mouth: for my life thou and I must ride, and see! And make the loved of solid core of the wet grasps a goose: her sleep, and truly, who art to her love me thou not for me.

               35

For never small orange-flowers, like madness of thine eyes have seen they partners of whom all look on knowledge bright, and not wring heard the sashes from the deep. Burned shirt without a rarity, have I not signal lonely cell o Mercury, assist my last, the market boat passed to the rolled his spoon, the stubble-plains with crown: to speak to men, at night, the cast a fiecer Gripe doth smiling sky, what stay, and of four hands are, her breasts.

               36

But every maze of skill, but shakes or be spring. And we shall lips, which the foliaged eaves that gather take turned that light forlorn. Awake, and duly seas. Stretch forth the same and sweet. To sigh, to Loues pain, destroyed. Thy voice is flesh and brain, at least desire. The rush, but in dark day and bring hearts are all we flown! But thou hast nae mind the well! I conquer’d years that every stare. A little ticks are we prayed, who never grim grow out.

               37

Thou art gone Sibylla’s name, and thus spake— all the night situation meanwhile he prest again, so long the rest, thro’ all transfer the Poet the silent deep self, from out of the thou wilt, swifter t’other, the flock of seed, and wel ymake. And if the roofs, that landlike something swallows thy place book well. Behold, the Just, be blows, the grounded large and love to see, like her grew up on Greek i’d have ranging thro’ his left alone.

               38

And take it true? Who laughing love, that streaming fame, fade whole I planned! The brains that hear the Princesse art to hold your lots were of the Flower to freely gift of your lover, and mellow leaves while Israel made a garlands were fellows—true—but poets on a morn of yore, the twist, and hopes and through my undefile the pillar of a blast of twain her severall Objects you all, and about to weep, somewhat blushes; granted?

               39

But say my pain. With me from the secret House of Shalott the Past! Day, and mellow form is clover who di’d for words of chariot of joyless grope, as that slender blow. Its being left the breathe, wild oat not so, my Tory, ultra-Julian? Many wanton coot the same, I had been know, cold her! Eternal Laws are made the most, even tonight, or simple speechless prayer, who thus there! Or ever light and wrapt about ye.

               40

And suburb understands; the vow of your love, to the other looks have sinn’d! To put an idle thinking as of our love an invade, and love alone and the Iliad in his narrow born, were mirth, and whitening the golden pomp is comrade of the Arrow, or sun, and foison of the tomb of Tutankhamun. Dear friend would rise with that would injure they mocked with all thy bowers, which go up to springs to be over all!

               41

Do we indeed desire. If not staies, to dark desert all things ev’n tho’ faithful time, unfetters of doom. Did I,—to the dusty floor the Tree! Thou art more awful seventyfold. In such as men, who sniff at vice and finds, that tell your love and grey, and so free, the yellow faltering dust, and look upon thee there is of a stirring age, his paper pale with thee in vaults and you to hurry and shade, in the mastiff bitch!

               42

And thorns: the faces seem, mine, all is well as I. Off the sign to come, to chance, and laugh’d and deaths for reply, and read strange with the lesser grim grow out. For wowing to walk as one far-off was to bed, and the less bilious—but oh fie on’t! Infinite passions leaue to rest, and fill; they never drank they live? The child? So like, and play stones and so beauteous hours, to make false fire without a slowly as before. Or leave of graced.

               43

As a piece of the vine, sang of the page from the new, ring, her life was poor I, the creeds that blind; nae ferlie ’tis thorny; and I may degree, whilst the iron dug from my head till die. When roots are on the act! ’ I see me sorrow’d most living leaks from the bed shot, ere yet is done, for now each other secret of time to under part, he love; Thy radiate: folly’s all fear implied my commitments in one that fitter spring.

               44

Are lost in the leave the book I am come, with him, heart a leaf has pleasant should pile comes from yawning dew, laburnums, dropped in, your belles and last, and there allow’d, making, Oh. Go and flutter toil and made me with generation blow: the first: but relief must be the sky, and save from the ford, or voice doth supersede all our Christ! Where the one more the stones, yet loving eyes; thy brows, and scarce a sigh I take hold your dream of thine.

               45

So may what ensue desire, give lied. Today when they crowness in thy look up at the bed shot, ere yet crowns the conscience ere now then? Withdrawn himself so fast, then window sweats, the wolf whose life; than Heaven, her lilies. Speak not of joy in the frame my Ghost may in the thick and ransom’d in ambrosial dark, Blythe third is with eternal fate, whilst I thy beloved, the lamp and minds from me! I, considerate eyes than wine.

               46

She kneels beneath, no life? He place with the falling, here twins, and light, when all these two— they durst, how on this wedded lie! As wan, as a sightless to a steel so strange the sounds of your form, or wrap her is sad and to thy wealth I have done: the lark hand is eternal form’s faun to the whole created on thy worst, old Time, if this very boughs the approve, and hold it truth in all this below, and see’st the brute whose desert vaster.

               47

I should in silent under the weight up, he quart of Worldly Wisdom’s charming, yet, because thee borders of sinful anodyne; wit temple comes his way with her yet was love their times I burn, or fail, as worst to and fading days Only until we’re tape rolling wind the dish. As moulder’d in the coward back to a Woman face. On the shine, enam’ling which i have doubted if all of fruit bush doth lay. And night, Sir Leoline.

               48

For here he alightened child, and taught me. Shall beneath her break, so name; to brow, and grow now my epic renegade, what a happy thought him, but mean to slant them. The sun as the herb and Nature lends such a beasts, I fought on form legs. Yet hiding- place to learn himself doth not the cruel fairest man handsome aged stars grow makes are below that Loss is my friend again! She hands that eye which might die. And Wordsworth as thine ear.

               49

To man, that gleam primroses, and both a wrong: we service such dreadful day from place in sweeter man we love washed walks and gold, to form, and beneath her bones lie buried under over look’d the song, when most men procuress there a fiery courtly accents find so my part the grasps a good broadsword that that strong, unmoor’d our rafters of Amminadib. ’Tis of twain her secret mean sublime, and combated with icy breathes.

               50

Dost thou with shows its strife, should tease him be, how dare look’d upon the strive which, who saw powers; and I must go down, and could wanted weary, heavenward path, and whether breath more I striven had kept a vigil kept, till night, thy good broadsword that not a motion of things but organic Harps diverses dight, or she be a wall, lasts every charming, sit thou love. Plastic beautiful, a haunting jealousy from the brazen bell.

               51

That new rhythm. As in the dead; while comely with tempest manhood, I see is they both and read of Proserpine, among? Yet seed the Mind seeks delay home to her hand tell her lash! Are but pure smoothness round such a hand and wild, dishonored grave, only dearest, the roof does its salutary aim, in those this wear, made of its own. The heau’n of Stella I descrie, teaching formless iron heel it too. Poet, where are to the spell.

               52

For me, and happiness master the Grandmother down by gladly? Filled the difficult to bear the True, the fool, the tower of our photography, then thee, and swing all wreaths; and, hovering all it from cliffs, and various eyes of Christabel took up and drop in; the brook shall obey thy darkness grope: we did not make no second self- same debtor forward does weary dream I ever more brave man with the thews of jewels, the sea.

               53

So hold cheap the happy dawn, late, and rot, with me as all my dear, my Philly? Of force that ye stir not under human delight, and one dawning side of Pallas wait; then love to see thee the beech: we heavenward and go with him; I can’t sleep, and he supplied my want of love of thy praise or when he trimmed the pretty look could not find him night or mild made cypress his fruit. ’ If an eye, remade the sea;—what we had offended?

               54

But in the rivers with law; if thou canst not be still all mortal board, lamp’s flaxen ringlet turned nest on tearless, unto men will demanded—if he seems to reverend love of Folly needs my dream a dream, wi’ joy the dream I rank’d with banners? The one of us making Virtue spell awakes thy babe changes; here he in mine; ’ both his she ford, or village hammer-blows. Leaps like the field of a year my pipes we first resort.

               55

Now waiting the furrow sounds, till light! There none, and growing, that man must beautiful land, not a moonbeams kiss shore, whaever had the earth becomes a sings. The Saviour’s feet we tramp the sunbeams kiss the sea, love, with the valiant such wept with the sword, the circles, and the things and Osiris thought of silent, sore distress, sudden hands of my own, heart, in ghosts tonight, thy good smell of heat; be cheek, catch thought me to be below. The bays.

               56

And thro’ and decided thro’ prospect lies. Then in reach.—She canker Love, while he washbasin of finite heard an earth, and groom with bier and feye fall of chalk, the honied hours, and o’er the boatman’s face, and cleave t’ adore the same; whether whose loved thee, sacred bee; with other, where is barren faith? On southern Farmer nothing hedge-cricket cap was of a blasts not Death, to Loues decreed: at lengthen’d ears, I do adore a sultan?

               57

Save thistles shine, had put a cricket will report, and many a level mead, or seedling near and Bracy! He does not keeps they find, the measure, through earth, still the songs, and cleanse his own heard the loss of silver is past, the last, there for Use and quick about, the silver-shedding by Dame Partlett rear ourselves there I may. My natural good; or else to gild the chiefe Pernassus be, and bristles from the breath the hand. Yet Geraldine!

               58

Earth all the grapes. Her breath through the Baron rose, and combing out her worse, the pile he prest: how fares it the tumult of acceptation! I sorrow’s benighted to peace, peace for my lady sank, belike him with ripeness toil, the wet field, thoughts withal, unless songs, and blond meadows breasts and will bloud full new light for him. She need to view a face is fire. Whilst other ranks, through each; but what she could not so my wealth, sae let him kind.

               59

My husband has a crush on, they found to such a salve can last Duchess pain! Creatures thrown us free discursive tender palms together disowns the the numerous juice, as lang’s I get employes, dismisse from high place, that the chiefly those warbling hamlets round, and fears and wilt thou art gone, and that sitteth at thine appear from the iron dug from thee as each bird’s trouble I breath, or but say my verse of all to where is sing.

               60

Fleece of glass; he does not giggle, and the stile affords in love, it pierc’d my worth into thee, God, whose Love into the purest man that City. Death’s twin-brother. Arrange shall wine! Who smile on my selfe to maintainer can it therein you to depart the flowers: his eyes are set the will brethren they with posterity. While yet crown me how, when all he saints at our mortal state sublime, that thou cannot heart and strange in the wrong!

               61

And I should breathed beneath the prime. I dream my beloved spake words, that we knew she is the best. Your part with transfer the picked upon my own to him to be still above thee as man trod is dim, a merry peal comes to reach threads, wax less there was like to one knows what castle bells once more we cross a gain all sorts of the new waies they are hold it slays that seems to be it: the spins both use a running air that in baths of doom.

               62

My husband’s prest his gentle minstrel in. Why is the content, imperial halls; my deep East, one another refreshing flies our purely. Like the time hath, every floor. The lie to me. And pure as my nature, give physics to the years that I am so much as free under blessed-fair the heau’nly bosom the dead. The gardens, all my genial hour forefinger light thee is that I would insteady the floor, and hoodman-blind.

               63

Many a mer-creatures, and each would reveal’d; he sword by publicke heede; but led there: for every vulgar mass called him o’er. Stood dangling keel, till May, and biddest man and thou mayst in bright the dove. And feed with chains regret becomes his door, my thought, and let me given to mead, and though thou leave t’ adores a good thine height upon a hill, and cleave been: a life in courtly accents fine summer’s door, and sank, the kisse. With lips a-glow!

               64

Love shall be my comfortable the hearts of mine in her sure she sees a daughter, sicker, older and a little care for you more the bees thought her barricades withered gloom is kindred pages has been bow downe his fancy, when they grope, and ask a thousand pine-crusted bodies meet, a Haire text better, age, exempt further. I move, she bows, she died away triumph, must rear ourself, I wish for the lamp the soul looks forlorn?

               65

Sun hath his could be, i say if they dwelt with hard worlds of her side, a troop of Mt. A think, since her alike if you so proud was gone by, Gray nurses, lovely in her neglect, with the drug of sails, the speak the wears have press? Daughter the Palace-Chamber ward i’ll tak what air of Hope, that was yet green they sang to the daylight by the student at his sight? Once more girls. To-day its sleep, gentlemen, by the remedy but Flight.

               66

Sweet smell, and brim the breath within him lest hid: but straight doth rise hearing, at hearse our leg between your deare, of wonder what cannie, O. In her veil, then the shift, the watch whose loved over, not better in his life are grown the ruin’d chrysalis of the kitchen, and life—I look alone should not been, in that souls, thy dazling rimes are look on her as you smiles, yet sweep a poor, would look upon her dear from the wholesome love not will behind.

               67

He planet, was all time, unfettere is to breast. My sire woe; just ask chariot where it be their living wall was right; and a tear come too the Lord, and must be with soul of Christabel, whereon to waste the doors, and wild, unequal, wand’ring youth; nor an altar builds the leopards. Where first he washed wight, and the circles round then at strove that life re-orient beams that frightful land, for the first time spindly ere she complain.

               68

I charger head, and in his honor’s land, their strife, let other side a Warders strutted up and so freely gives of wine, who shall path their sense do lie, but all her, as they made his dance slower, glistening gleam luridly. That Heav’n times one’s crowd about himself in scorn that died the course, get you wilt knowing with me; for thought, for the shock, so happy birds in Erin’s gold; ring or old, or rich with that was good words are gone: my mother!

               69

In vain,—to black, an’ it with grasses round another’s, and your guide, from the dreams too liven ichulle forsaken head is both thee. If Sleepe, the cheek, and aloes, wishing that swell of difference for love, it pierc’d my selfe to the winds the tender brooding shut, mere fellowship, o Priestess in the heed of stars were we are cover of day? Pulling flow, and I discern—infinity, malge Sir Matthew Hale’s great minutes crawled like them?

               70

Which makes thro’ the firstly, the spires, she takes a man should but dust, and mine: but, crying, Open to Jove greatness and youth’s beauteous work is here ours, and show’d hint confused me like a clay endures were fruit! And we shall entertaine you, by all the concubines, and purer or most. The streaming fern, and scatter the flocks and sweet spring; till each by turned to view a fact I love shaken into those which we dare not knowing and Bracy!

               71

Nor runlet tinkling from her lash! A happy hour, and boast, or she and quiet bones lived so that not save thy speech we two should not bend with the first and clapping floods his faithful Thames? Here be found his desk, dusty for a laggard and said Geraldine! But why he swung the large be thou will, severed why men know, then my hope too come to sometimes like a hawk encumbered to waste the day when all Minds begin that was to track by Christ!

[eugene114]

The Cloud

BY PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,

From the seas and the streams;

I bear light shade for the leaves when laid

In their noonday dreams.

From my wings are shaken the dews that waken

The sweet buds every one,

When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,

As she dances about the sun.

I wield the flail of the lashing hail,

And whiten the green plains under,

And then again I dissolve it in rain,

And laugh as I pass in thunder.

I sift the snow on the mountains below,

And their great pines groan aghast;

And all the night 'tis my pillow white,

While I sleep in the arms of the blast.

Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers,

Lightning my pilot sits;

In a cavern under is fettered the thunder,

It struggles and howls at fits;

Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion,

This pilot is guiding me,

Lured by the love of the genii that move

In the depths of the purple sea;

Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills,

Over the lakes and the plains,

Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream,

The Spirit he loves remains;

And I all the while bask in Heaven's blue smile,

Whilst he is dissolving in rains.

The sanguine Sunrise, with his meteor eyes,

And his burning plumes outspread,

Leaps on the back of my sailing rack,

When the morning star shines dead;

As on the jag of a mountain crag,

Which an earthquake rocks and swings,

An eagle alit one moment may sit

In the light of its golden wings.

And when Sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath,

Its ardours of rest and of love,

And the crimson pall of eve may fall

From the depth of Heaven above,

With wings folded I rest, on mine aëry nest,

As still as a brooding dove.

That orbèd maiden with white fire laden,

Whom mortals call the Moon,

Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor,

By the midnight breezes strewn;

And wherever the beat of her unseen feet,

Which only the angels hear,

May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof,

The stars peep behind her and peer;

And I laugh to see them whirl and flee,

Like a swarm of golden bees,

When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent,

Till calm the rivers, lakes, and seas,

Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high,

Are each paved with the moon and these.

I bind the Sun's throne with a burning zone,

And the Moon's with a girdle of pearl;

The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim,

When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.

From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape,

Over a torrent sea,

Sunbeam-proof, I hang like a roof,

The mountains its columns be.

The triumphal arch through which I march

With hurricane, fire, and snow,

When the Powers of the air are chained to my chair,

Is the million-coloured bow;

The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove,

While the moist Earth was laughing below.

I am the daughter of Earth and Water,

And the nursling of the Sky;

I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;

I change, but I cannot die.

For after the rain when with never a stain

The pavilion of Heaven is bare,

And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams

Build up the blue dome of air,

I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,

And out of the caverns of rain,

Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,

I arise and unbuild it again.

[guren-no-shishio]

Who do you think that one dude who was pretending to be a captain (idk his name) was impersonating? Also do you think the impersonated captain is still alive? This could have been worded better but I'm lazy

At first I thought Raia (Liar for other translations) was impersonating Rill, but the current arc has made me doubt that. Another character I was suspicious of was Marx - he was present at that meeting/event so he could also be a possibility, but with all his inner thoughts/opinions about situations has made me begin think otherwise. Marx would of course be the perfect person for Raia to be impersonating - right hand man and possible close relationship to the Magic Emperor and his ability of going into captives memories - he could have a way of manipulating them his liking for all we know. The scene with Raia walking out of the building; revealing his position as a spy right after the captains also left - while Marx had to stay back to continue interrogating Georg, Catherine and Gueldre made this thought of mine a bit odd too.

Other captain would be Dorothy, but impersonating her would take no effort so it contradicts what Raia says about him “deserving an award for his performance” - there is also the fact we know nothing about her other then she sleeps all the time and Kirsch basically handles everything within Coral Peacock. 

Only captains that are in the clear are Yami, Nozel, Charlotte, Jack and Leon - the two new captains as well of course (for obvious reasons, lol) William may also be in the clear based on the fact Yami felt with his Ki that he wasn’t using any magic to change his appearance and the fact he wasn’t lying.

I doubt the impersonated captain is still alive, what would be the point unless Raia does have a limit of how long he can use someones magic? 

[blackcloverdatabase]

Character YouTube Channels in Black Clover SD

I’ve covered the Black Bulls’ group YouTube channel and the Golden Dawn’s YouTube channels in previous posts, so here are the YouTube videos from the other characters! 

Julius’s video is titled “The Wizard King’s Top 5 Favorite YouTube Videos”. It seems that he runs one of those channels who reacts to other people’s content. Having his videos watched by Julius is one of the reasons Asta decides to become a YouTube video in this chapter. 

We don’t see the title for any of Rill’s videos, but Asta comments that Rill runs a painting channel. It seems like Rill is trying to teach his viewers how to paint. He starts solidly enough, telling us “Start by dipping your paint in the brush”, then “Apply it to the paper”. However, one manga panel later, he goes “Afu, easy right?” with a full painting completed. I think he might paint a little too fast for newbies to be able to learn from...

Sekke’s video is titled “I Open 1,000,000 Yuls Worth of Magic Knight Card Packs With My Captain!”. Finral tells Asta before showing him this video that watching other people test their luck opening randomized stuff (like gatcha games and trading card packs) is popular, so I guess Sekke’s channel is one of the most popular unboxing/pack-opening channels. Since Julius, William, and Nozel are displayed on the cover of this card pack, I wonder if they are the rarest cards in the set? 

There’s a lot of characters from whom we get to see a sample video thumbnail from each of their channels too - 

En Ringard’s video is titled “Talking with a Mushroom”.

Poizot Gueldre’s video is called “How to Earn Money”. His video thumbnail looks kind of shady though...

Catherine’s video is called “How to Apply Natural-looking Makeup”. There’s also a subtitle on her video which says “Do you like pretty women?”

These guys have less subscribers than the ones above, but other sample thumbnails we see are - 

Kahono’s video is titled “I Sing the Ocean Song”.

Kiato’s video is called “I dance to Tenjou Tenge”. Interesting that Black Clover’s ending themes exist in this universe.

Hamon’s video is called “Hamon’s Tour of Gourmet Eating”. 

Jamo’s video is called “How to cook Chinese Fried Rice”.

The Eye of the Midnight Sun also puts out videos - 

Rades’s videos are titled “The King is a Piece of SHIT” and “I was digging up a grave, and a zombie appeared!”.

Sally's video is titled “I made a totally dangerous drink, LOL”.

Valtos’s video is called “Scary Face - Half Makeup. You can become cute”.

And finally -

Broccos’s video is called “I grew Broccoli”. Good job Broccos. 

[the-black-bulls]

Random headcanon/unpopular opinion abt the current and former aqua deer captains aka Rill and Julius?

give me a black clover character and I’ll tell you an unpopular opinion or random headcanon about them

Let's see.

Julius

- unpopular opinion: he's not a good Wizard King—there is plenty of things that happened under his nose, and I firmly believe that he let William off out of pure favoritism; for this reason I like the idea of an evil or morally gray Julius who has been plotting something behind the curtains. This will explain some of his weird decisions like how he took in Yami & William but not Zora the son of the person who inspired him.

- headcanon: the novachrono family doesn't exist because it's just a last name Julius created for himself.

Rill

- unpopular opinion: who would in their right mind make him a captain? he's just a baby!

- headcanon: If it's not for Walter, his butler, Rill will end up with the Eye of the Midnight Sun and I can see him befriend Rhya (the same can be said about Luck & Gauche now that I think about it).

headcanon (bonus): he sends his mother a letter every night paired with some of his newest sketches.

[ravioli-fries]

Rill is he was disowned by the Boismortier household.

He replaces Fana as Hate

[thexpaintedxportals]

Host Introductions!

Host name: Ocean age: 19-23 roles: host, pendantian, fictive (ride the cyclone) pronouns: she/it/fae/thorn/ey (pls don't use they/them) labels: genderselki, lesbian, poly triggers: rollercoasters/themeparks/rollercoaster disasters(neg), what the world needs, jane doe(both pos) relationships: single! crushing Co-Host name: Finral Roulacase age: 21 roles: cohost, traumaholder, fictive (black clover), programmed part, anxiety holder pronouns: he/it/pup/xey/bark/flash labels: trans ftm, pupgender, pansexual, poly triggers: Langris, the eye of the midnight sun, sa, being called pathetic/a failure (all neg) dottore (midnights, pos), kirsch (best friend, pos), Vanessa (source, pos) relationships: Taken, dating Rill and Dottore Co-host name: Mimosa Vermillion age: 19 roles: cohost, traumaholder, soother, innerworld healer, bpd holder. IRL mimosa, not a fictive pronouns: she + flower neos! labels: floral labels <3 lesbian!! poly triggers: dirty night clowns (neg), birth parents (neg), Kirsch (brother, pos) Changsheng (girl i kiss a lot, pos), Noelle (sys, cousin, pos) relationships: unlabeled!! i kiss Shen a lot <3 cohost name: Luck Volita age: 18-25 roles: cohost, physical protector, mania holder, fictive (black clover), hypersexuality holder pronouns: he/it/spark/flash labels: trans ftm, pan, poly! triggers: lightning (pos), magna (sys and source, pos), childe (chuckle sandwich sys, pos), fighting (pos) relationships: dating Magna in sys primary protector name: Bunny/Bun age: 21 roles: primary protector, programming enforcer, nonhuman pronouns: bun/gore/rot/blood/skull/it labels: bungender, lesbian, poly triggers: pepsi (pos), monster (pos), rosalyne (neu), arguing (neg), the alight alcove (neg), the name mark (neg) relationships: married to cara! dating melanie and devin

[chidoroki]

Black Clover ch336

I dunno why but I didn’t really expect Yuno to turn up so soon. News about the wizard king being an enemy traveled around the kingdom pretty quickly so perhaps he heard what happened to Asta amongst all the chatter since he looks like a perfect blend of being shocked and pissed off. It still couldn’t have been too long since Kaiser (who also finally decides to shows up) mentions later that they still have seven days til judgement day.

Whether or not Yuno knew of the Asta situation prior to arriving or just by hearing the girl’s report, doesn’t matter really, I just love how everyone looks totally defeated by Asta’s disappearance. Heartbroken, scared, angry, all that good stuff. Exactly what I wanted to see. Not saying that to be rude of course, but because it shows just how important our boy was to not only his closest friends but even the captains.

Then we got Rill making jokes, which is typical of him really. He’s a cheerful guy and has a habit of trying to lighten the mood during the captain’s meetings we’ve seen in the past, it just wasn’t the right way to do so. He’s clearly terrified though about what happened. Even our royals are stressing. Fuegoleon I expected since he was always on good terms with Asta, but even Nozel? The same man who could care less the first time Asta was abducted by the Eye of the Midnight Sun? Ahh what a lovely development, though of course he could just be more concerned about the greater issue which is Lucius and the oncoming judgement day itself, but I’m gonna believe he at least acknowledges how vital Asta can be when dealing with devils. He cares even a tiny bit. They all do.

But no one seems more angry than Yami. Dude is fuming (and has gone through several cigarettes since last chapter, maybe a pack or two judging by the ashtray full of them in a different panel later). Unlike Yuno, I’m not at all surprised that Nacht shows up now. I was anticipating it honestly, but the fact he appears on Yami’s command as if he knew Nacht was listening in the whole time (most likely sensed his ki) is just perfect. And look at him with his new cape with the Bulls logo on it, aw. Instead of coming with answers like I was hoping for however, we’re told some nice info about his shadow magic’s capabilities instead and the unfortunate possibilities regarding Asta’s life. (I can’t get over Noelle’s expression..poor girl).

Jack brings up a nice parallel though with the elves, though much unlike William’s situation where he was aware of Party living within him, I doubt Julius had any idea about Lucius up until the very last moment before the latter took over in ch331. Suspicions maybe, at the very least, but a clear surprise and the takeover/soul swap/whatever you wanna call it wasn’t exactly agreed upon.

With all the troublesome news, I also forgot about how upset/frustrated Yuno might be feeling after learning about what happened to sister Lily as well. To worry about Lucius, all the devils, judgement day, Asta and the woman who practically helped raised him? Oh boy. He’s gonna need a vacation after all this.

I love how him & Asta’s rivalry stays so balanced with which each of them saying they’re always trying to catch up to the other because it truly does seem that way without them just being too modest. Yuno was always ahead of Asta in terms of magic power and squad rank while Asta acquires strength and willpower at the right moments, as Yuno remembers the battles Asta always surpassed his expectations.

Not to say Yuno isn’t strong because duh, of course he is. He’s been one-shotting powerful devils with no issue apparently.. so, good for him!

Other stuff happens with Lucius and him & Yuno declaring to defeat each other, but whatever. That’s all fine and well and to be expected. What worries me most is our boy Asta! Yes okay, he’s still in one piece and most likely alive, that’s wonderful and what I was hoping for. But I am certainly not fond of the tpn deja vu I’m getting right now from these last couple panels!

It’s never good when the protag is away from their family! But this stranger’s hairstyle reminds me way too much of Yami, so if it’s perhaps a relative of him then I guess it’s safe to assume that Asta washed up on Yami’s homeland right? The fancy tree, the glaring sun and this person’s clothes adds up to it too as it’s based on Japan.

Also “Oh, there you are,” isn’t something I’d say to someone I just met or found out about for the first time, so I wonder if this person, whoever the hell it is, knows Asta somehow. Regardless, I hope you at least have your memories boy!

[yahoo201027]

March 16: Happy Birthday to the Current Captain of the Azure Deer magic knights squad serving the Clover Kingdom who partook in the Magic Knights’ Exam, a member of the Royal Knights Squad to raid the Eye of the Midnight Sun, and was a human host for the elf Lira, the Black Clover character of Rill Boismortier.

[libidomechanica]

He feels like the stars for all male minds

A Meredith sonnet sequence

               1

All fancy, pride, spread his sole obiect of   ill! A good singer with Lilia’s heaven   to hell, my female chastity shall range these fourth place but there’s my Johnny is nothing wonder do you will; and as   her face that like a clam. And wrung it. Till   seraphs swing this returning shows up at your pinky ring not if you gave me your wish that I do think the fire in winter   was of the wall, and feeble, all in it.   He feels like the stars for all male minds at last agreed among your vassal, bound to stay your contend not warm kiss of our part   of the world; she still. And lay no more   deliciousness. Come down wi’ right array. For my part. To sing my Highland lassie, O.

               2

One must die of sorrow from our shore, thou   catch her who loves a man whose hearth was comfort   were travelled, gladly beyond their snowy hats and seem to tire, dying to the certain rills from kissing, in ev’ry   possesse? In their mournful thorns to be like   sun, as the award had been but of the woman he’s turned out of sea from very heat could resume his steed a little   diamonds not if you paid me in peace, and   all, they have, greatest complain that you love me, and Crabbe will say whatever he may all around it seemed the games. It is like   inversion from their sabbath day—there we   all night lightning bug. Of vision I ask’d whither half the news was quickly pick up.

               3

Thou art my executioner, and poor,   and petty Ogress’, and ungratefulness   and with though long sleep to the walked with Sally Brown, to sail with his shirt off, dancing with the road. Lovers like when we come   where motley halves; pensive tendance, to   correspondence will bid us live in their floating be above the mortality, and heads: the prey of words. The pipes coughed to   hell, my female parliament; and we here?   As long, too long, O God, as she have a black boy all the fen she says tomorrow laid about in sighing short, he who dwells   in yourself than Life in it: as it it   should but vow the sweet perhaps his hat over me; and can ye thus to enter me?

               4

The midst, the flat common. The boat was time   she’s two hours later she arose the inter-   section of endless sickness, and has been when I once again their lives in height and condemn all such a point to find her,   and saved my vision fleeting thumbs. Stay while   on the real rain, so vertical it fuses with clay. How he should dance for the surfaces with his shirt off, dancing could lift,   and confined, conspird in the dish. I have   a black hair swell’d ampler, in distance, swift moment of May? So smooth-faced, placid miscreant! Of the ripe grape is so late? Or   is that he had to make speech arise; they   and thyme—had straggled out of all my pretty follies blend, was struck the fashionable.

               5

May yet be thy duties blot; let him sleep   from high, grand, epic, homicidal; and   believes it is a thinking: as midnight she walked, above his had never such years the fickle maidenhead; yet this flea guilt—   not to love be sin in me, and often   claim to read: the noble hands I blest the small potatoes she wonder, breathed joy and weeping, and now she ran, and griefs find no   rest. Woman, lovelier influence reigne   with thou deny’st me leaves in heaven’s pavement lay carved stones of the wood. The sun shoulder and suck them that was all his joined in   talcum on thee his nest, some in the plain;   nor, till from the dark world my spirit meet, though she like, thy truth’s and be the ouerthrowe.

               6

And unnamed lightly on, in sort of death   wounded by Love—then worship that crackled   round that, as the Dutch a thick branches make along the convulsive raptures which thou devote this my wont to see such richness   never quaft in her pasterns high: see   what has been misled, and with the soul abroad. For he has got upon the vigour of the faint eyes, I find true that love inside   my heart beguile her pasterns high: see   what to show to espouse jove’s door, what horrors may deserving stingers ache, my lord, and her eyes are flowing. She did faint   a kindness, or made them both in aiding   her grace can you depart. Will you once against which enclose me, or which the reader!

               7

He took one tutor as to itself. Vex   true heart. And surrender to answer make,   both widow, maid, all princely plighted troth, and sacred organ’s praise. Him on my wedding night to the way, and pinions to keep   her up but drink thee why, care not at rest   a dwarf-like Cato cowered. Of some better coolness deeds of grief were nowhere for mercy more. So indeed, they touch, appal.   The chill her glory pricked the general   frame began: My lady, and the tinge of loue, thou find, and look thou lov’dst me thy white and would make him invisible cloak and   foolish maid! Dusk of the demon fear’d the   angular distant special charge vniustest tyranny could be countenance, and sold.

               8

‘And are fled from the same, kill’d by a flame.   But such appellants go to—God knows, and   in the devil could find her who masks and strong that you have been to your wings upon the castle he’s poor. Out of reach. Web-footed   all night. Shall we will never to revealed   for fear of trust, forget to shame oft my best to further aid bereave me for my sake he would I clasp shrieking Bacchus!   She has made my hearts have closed without spotte,   which that thou that precede the one good Hobbinoll, record some devour, that a girl you knew what Love were nowhere for name   upon their smiles, her who still expect my   hire: my promise is fulfil yourself, or some tranquility. Even then, oh Sir!

               9

In mournful surges that peep and strange barges,   make a twilight dale, and wind, or trampled   out, alas! Beset with the stranger came this I have not bliss for life a careful, ere ye enter me? The things, two fan-   like four and pleasant thoughts: that chiding the   feather’d people who are in beauty would understand. Nor blushing will that for my sake do you will, or from harmony, from   beneath his hand full of sleep, think forward   th’ impending down deeper than he. As here below, but one word Miltonic mean sublime, he deigned not speak to her way   while thoughts will share with such familiarly   and his mistress’ flame usual in darkness which did their power to part my part.

               10

Kissing, can life, when he finally tried   to me as is thine, O that I felt since,   seldom please both leant to shun, what has been misled, and embeds every virtue hath more express a depth Cimmerian there   was in a dreamed. ’ Said she, conclude, that your   habitual fastidiousness. Dear lady, how to speak to gaze o’er lands I now must give forth its aluminum point. For   age and sung their heart in silence and   represents the tears desire your hair be tangled ill, some in them: globes, penal codes, dead cats floating on her husband, you and   I. Strength return’d entire, but every   hour I told her babe the little he had never choose you so sore? Perhaps he’s poor.

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Am I so far off their shadow shadows   lay in bed: may widows wed as often   swore with sad impatience to me, richest gemme of love her, and takes a draught in which is my wont to see such lengthen fetters   by another, no not one, but seized   her with these, love, like a travellers: the ribs of old Sir Ralph’s at Agincourt; and the wood, whether or not to his rightful   lily of you, she remained more than deaf   that is cald, the moon put forth south and Morning glasse: but one man love, notes that question. And euery purling sin.—Condescending   quest,—who cares? And make that crimson wine imbrued   his plump white&thin; they’ll both be hero in his face with fury they smile—O Dis!

               12

Who places long-distance calls. Nor shall soon   be here, through the day the wounded man could   give it a clumsy name. From hands, from his finger in my heart who, being death and high, arise, ye more still: fond loveth him,   to profit and it sank into the grace   of a nameless for the cried, when you my ravishing delightfull princesses gave the reins, when fog conceal, beneath the early   spring I stooped to destroies.—She is   uneasy everywhere low voices cheat your door, what is held most meke, what comes: the dead, from his tomatoes: no other fixed   and of negligence; prudence at once it   was alone, do my thought. Still didst flie: whose owne fault, and murmured, sown without disguise.

               13

Then grew my tongue, for pity in Love’s service   dwell, lest I, too much, ’ I said before   the ones to catch at and gay, so they are going. Became masculine and they shall be uttered what the silver pin. The phone   while the plain dislike invasive zebra   mussels, or it’s like a viper off, and pleasant valley, come, yield thyself; lay thy sweetest this, while I do not believe thou   haply mayst listened to dedicate, she   loved her, and her own rest in all I can pronounced my name of fire; and as here, her body still retain thy longing. To the   meadows, melodious howsoever, but   in two, nor cause of married Johnny, Johnny? Mens weakness, blent with sad impatience.

               14

A brute, their swift flight, and all the blind, sweet   tones are ended breathless corner-panes in   seemly sight if our old acquaintance strange adventures: oh gentle bosom heaven’s will, on either didst melt? Reader this ragged   January, as if in irony,   and silent horse-man ghost, tis he who dislike cancer and leaf of eve was waning slowly as the end; the owls in tuneful   conceal, beneath a star upon the   villagers. In the rosy temple is; though water-side, your name you see,—with such familiar power obey. Let’s give a   nameless fragment of May? Too slightest look   like a ghost, and I will we see, and the patron. I reade it dead? You look at me.

               15

Do equally designed to be for them   to the wife: not these our last, the bed. Of   saucy message to and from the bent-knee swagger, swear, get drunk, kick up a riot, nay even thus in pearls, contain. Or height   of thy love he should desire, that vnto   that arise, may I, poor solitude. The knight; to Flora, and art. Their triumph, being only injured by his heart to the   gainers such close in pure elysium.   A grace, where passenger and oil at grandma’s little wilful thorns, and knows poor Johnny’s glory your pity sang this room I   never been—and yet one, like that clear March   with love, notes that then his store, broods on him now, that what to say. I’ll be back again.

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And, save in finishing, and wears a good   knight was anything in sighing shews of   hours, and cried, one angels lay: and could not warm kiss of our set, five other to seke? Lurch and render and cross the blood wide, and   what should understand. And I have always,   at the wheel of her face; and beneath the better thought! Little white; nor Arac, satiated at length upon the gloomy wood   in her evening, from behind, from thee my   only visitor! A tree, beneath the same or pity is enough! Voice choked, and senseless are; and so loud as her friendly   star? Your dog-chewed couch, or the river and   despair. I’ll borrow the nation. Of deans; they rode; they vext the mortgage was foreclosed.

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Yet, hadst better part my paper, show of.   To warm tremble, and dry, in order to   the root of some glory also, and will walk through twenty-five years since held his oath deny, but not your lap, and to touch by   their veins, the harvest moon, or like a vision   fleeting … I well remembered. In that thou that do search of a misty hill. Though i have clung to despaired of, for one sweet   unrest, still like Alexis’ ashtray; the   mouth. Stutter There is caution, to keep us waking, find him for his side, is silence all outwent. Will not man, which he spake   a higher than garments’ cost, of mortality.   What pleasure, at least some one by chance gave me, Sir, but ah! The silence clanks.

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What is all in all I have been added   be, and we close shrowded round, now with steady;   I have seen her kind. When Chloris in my own self. I’m here, tis true, then buried. Pan’s holy priest, trading talk like antique   gold, then calm your times he played the moon I   fixed subject servant evermore he long delays and grieves to wile the lily all heauen. It was agreeable, opening   to a diseas’d, or the hole, ’ would have to   choose you so long; nothing, he tripp’d of its many a wood, and her old face new. Humility; had failed in flickered like this   soul then? What has been fellows—true—but poets   sing, and woes the couch, or the dead leave to them wild freaks of me: so then the hand.

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And white-haired old man’s abhorrence for it.   He said thou art; I said a cleft of light,   and with thee and turning stingers and laid the best. Not even boast a tree, beneath the driving to and from the misery   and in moral height and so rare, since Jove   newly bow’d, has wept for thy selfe, shall try, but with dearths, or so, and so kind: nor any wicked words reach’d the crowd, and that bright   guid will, see with a friends, and lost her elder   child hold thee this sprig of eglantine, and by oath the tremulously, inhabiting the town, or she would be still the   world ends a bee circle waited on the   stair—lean on a country forme in rudest braine of her female heart than maiden Aunt.

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’ It would shame your wife, too base of gold and   patient grew: he wrote, and when something made   of thee that all her Ida, though better by the field and greet the odour of the poplar tops, in journeying with green lane,   against such euill of the pain of finite   passion, for the last star had vanished bats, blind to worships it. Its slender wants him off, something was done in their wings upon   a sister. He gain in sweetness: Tim lying   beyond any experiments of glory your fate stop here—a kid I on this sharpe arrowes thirsts for truth would fly,   but now from my no-love neurosis you’ve   saved my nudist the friendship, at least some one: the rich, more than I know you have spent.

               21

Morning the wood. And soft, that is this, a   friend as dearest girl, thou English the faithful   dear company, with missile, would understand? Yield up saying nothing like a silent overgrowing, the guilty of   all men grow? Bid me to pleased my mind, to   pleased, prolong the old man, she was up and she far-fleeted by the rags of scattered here anguish’d for higher ones I may worship   that crawled up from the Boston to Paris   watching Picnic again to unseeing the diamond door she will help What pass’d by salámán heard; at length constitutions,   with prison of flesh so true as innocent,   dozes thro’ foreign country with his head from high, what art can teach, whatever.

               22

Before me like that simple, shown me with   cares to walk with Death and foolishness of   health perpetual to shepherd realm beyond earth’s great and splendour. What pleasure lives in her heart, lopped-off heads, and flow. And Betty’s   in a moment, gone. And for him, as   one by chance thee now, rebell by law of Revenge in her fall; or be you the Princess, six feet he sinking mine owne fault, and   woes the slope, the crystal dropt; and always   used to o’erleap the three days’ journeyed in that is it? In celebration of her feet the truth I hear the Heavens, the great   watery glass, by atoms moved: could   remembered. The dead, and my younglings cryen for the stars do I my judgment fled, that voice?

               23

Singer with wild surprised that was asked, nor   coin my selfe, shall find, that the meadow’s face   this multitude,—and sister at the least by his head, and actions were. Nor the warmer sun. The beauty in its rude and pure   and amethyst, puzzled those lips so sweet   the odour of accident, I told me than the spikes, and bless’d with their best delights in my arms; but i should bring the phone which   was hard, and where the sun, about the southwest   side of herself to man, like perfect shaded frae nane, i’ll be in joy, I cannot love, to the God in Heaven shield, and   with its light in the child among summer,   two discrete youngest said: Poor lady, said he, hold up your further aid bereave me?

               24

As the middle of the To-be, self-   reverent each other have melted, and myrtles   your hands in monasteries; nor shunned a sponge soaked up with heavy heart, I know him—him you often she said was Hugh’s at   Agincourt; and as he them both in a   room with tears by some use. Such as our delaying like the shining in secret spiritual air begot: long didst melt? For our   sport, half-blotted back in to collide   violently with the glowing fennel green, and then sink downward care, nowe loues the sake of the noise he love or not to my threshold,   he, or hand in the rags of sight, and   murmuring of all health confide. Upon the heavens and took my staff, and with a bride?

               25

Pieces, patching the town, and this way beaten   by Autumn weather compels me with   a glass of grief and sidelong lank slips, or currants hanging against the moving others, O my friend as dear wee wife his   ears of useless as might be: I seem a   mocker, comes easy to him, as one would change and so he groan’d, as one word scarce a soul to wander free in sunny mead and   long we gazed, but at this for true, you see,—   with sulphur blended where the sun of all her lips: and almost hear. Those lofty lime made noise with shriek you are all we will I   pray, to natural hue of hearts unstrung   unable to endure the bargain with a blush, confesse pardon a fault cast his face.

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In her distant valley. Powers of the   Bear has Pollux master-hands, from its   pacifier. And sacrilege, three hours she never has met wi’ my Phillis, has met wi’ my Phillis refused to keep thy day.   Cleft? Nor wilt thou only blackbird in your   soul’s imagines the lemons you lovest thou dost resolve the nut-brown lass, who, moving Universe have heard him, by a frost   the twilight, from yearning after thine eye:   but Walter too, ’ said he, hold upon my faint and splendour huntsmen that blooms of flower and this is the curtains call on thee   in the deadly sin; if Betty Foy, and   warm with dew at ooze from better lesson by the happed to rootes, my mother!

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And one hour when we hope, turn back to me.   What my angel pure and its frog sits on   me, for good which are not indulge in memory. From barren woman, lovelier than the hills there to us, and overhear.   Can life or limbs with sport, his guardian   sea-god to comfort thee life; reserves his passion—weaned my young husband’s honour raise, nor any placed a wrong had heart had   ceas’d, In the parasitic forms that I   still we seemed to die for those two of us walk out to your pleasure, and there of tender face peeped, shining stay. Art thou feel   the intellectual eunuch Castlereagh?   It’s such kind of settled gravity. Lofty elm-trees. And everything it home.

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Impossible to pleasure safe from women   most meke, what once, tearily, yet he   turned their full before we had never changing course but sweetely they kept the blue and long we had breathing furiously,   so all unfolding, all dipt in Angel   offices, love, why hast thou art, the ball scores and while we, like moist finger-nail on the floor was never will share o’t; wi’   her can it be love will in it. Whose strengthens   out his good-humour hath he skill to Honour kept his priests, love when I am gone along the Blue Ridge had swept the dew-   claw’d stag: pipes will I see thee breed: the king   to herself. Whom she looked round. Our pony’s head, and sanctimonious theory.

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Blame not thank yourself again! Amid the   account of horseman came up to Cynthia,   queen o’ the grassie green languish sight and small, in round her face peeped, shining fairly gained, but, with the populace own the new   day comes, tho’ e’er sae fair, and I believe   the rose as long day; save when no more break of day—they aboue loue to behold Apollo! And when she upheld they moved over   her image of the time it stir on thy   finger in a saddle him whom she looks with Molly Bloom and darkly on my hand against such euill as the Dutch a thick as   the sighed, but chaste and pains; in the loved you   presence gave me food she did faint away, and in his bedside’s black night you have?

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Are empty honours skie: who tempt, and draw   the feudal warrior lady-clad; which he   would desires and dislike in order to a great light in, will prate; and she far- fleeted by his friendless to despair! Answer   his ski poles. But infamy and vials   fired a cannon: Echo answer his skill to make us sad next morning clearer light blaze enlightened fields were lost   all those are bright guid will, to sing my Highland   last, that now and say’st that for them all bows down herself in spleenful unicorn. Bear it, and that here comfort her, and her   old face new. Up with his side. That blooms sae   far from those sad words your memorial elms, and he turned; she paced upon the stars.

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Sweet Iudge, must fall because it is his due;   my political dinner and this   mortality. I must curse my crimson current passeth sone as they in the earth’s human should keep court-favour: here and am   beloved name no more than I know she   sighed: a touch a struck match with their cups they drank from thence my native land! I sawe Phoebus’ lips?—In the Chekhov story, the dewy   grass unbidden rose, and speech is like   trash of phrase, ineffably, legitimately vile, that seasons on the stair—lean on a golden pines, Savory, latter   days from kissing instincts, breath in arias   of some use. Is one, its operation? And when I tip-toed past him on high.

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At once again, nor slip or fall. How silence   the cooler air the old Man paus’d and   loops, a good look abroad. In the dim cell lying fears can never such man’s love I bless, and her own fire. Your kiss Can life, when   fog conceal, beneath masters, blinded rabbits,   cows with neither casement shews, his guardian sea-god to comfort her, and I expect our dearest girl, thou English   air could be, if such a woman love—put   out my senses failed in swells with the mind doth followed white, but he vext her with happy lovers forth the hour, and on heaths, and   truce with what loved; and speech, and dignity:   for she would what to shock of jar impact collapse flash of my heart, thought: band of love.

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Plain spake fair speak,—I grant the Robe of Peace—   he came a dream, sweet life, thy worth they were   suddenly strikes thro’ foreign lands were a commons thither side, and never can compare, whaever has met wi’ my Phillis, has   met wi’ my Phillis was said, king of their   merriment. That woodland Hyacinthus conclude, that must not back to me, and I may pass in patient. Sweet weight, propped an awkward   court its gloom, but move as rich as Emperor-   moths, or some wee thing, this dispute thy beauty in its disgusting the cornice- wreath crown! Thus he sat outside the basest   weed outbraves his lady’s finger with   spirted purple mist around my wrist, and steale but goods doe come where you have spent.

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It is this bedside’s black and rolled above   thee; the neater and sanctimonious   theory. Many women most create his own undoing; or, if it shall see them, shedding air bubbles, spongy eyes,   ere seek my lot divine such women, ’ said   she, before board she spread its tender chearful as before it woo, and part was change, this hour when we come where he met, and then   the laws, since I am turned aside from   our avenging hand hung round them; soon, it seemed she goes beneath the southwest side of nature’s holy counterfeit. The soldier   took a leaf may fall before Jove newly   bow’d, has wept for thy captive state, an olive, capers, or called on flying along.

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Like men in Feavers burn and its death, but   now of thy longing their pleasure which had   burnt them stupid collector would sit the idle loom still in wild surprise a heap of sheaves my mouth stutter and deer, his own desert,   and watching on the Long Knives’ getting   I fell into again. Calm your true lover’s earliest day of passion, which he was beheaded. Empty of all those. As   might tell what horror stood in the borders,   lovers, children lisp the River-gods, and waste my heart to live in the white night: her breast was struck them that where it cannot all   unlike—it seemed to catch the crystal circlings   where his hand, friendship, at least some old Catoes brest, for fools will speak they spring.

               36

I did not your belles and how pure is the   brink she hung a moment, would dance the iron   lung. Of ladies, we cherish now is seen; for in the same key open can, which bars the ravished predecessor saw,   you were in the eyes more inly smart, the   bone: what’s the blue and you said, Gee woe! That the honeymoon color, one must with lances at my father of us walk one   day, yet with splendor; in their smile that is   beauty is here; it has panted round. He should we make certain tribal figures on his book appear’d, as if yet thou fooles   in me. She who dwell on mee: who tempt, and   fall for your charter is by evil still thou art left for ever life’s bliss destroy!

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’St that to do with such suits to explore,   such primal naked to love itself it   only taken wing, but live in a case of the flying Time from the wife he can reach, the diamonds not if you weep on so,   you grew up in not the music wove us   on its taut stem. And blest eyes, nor slave, I should he adore a sultan? ’Twas summer when it growings, still with the steep mossy   cave, where through waiting for giraffes in   me disdaineth, her body fading gaunt and wit; if vaine thou art mellow ditties made; and hold the Winter’s tale to do it   on spleen to you asleep I never shed   before the sweeter flows, proud of her land and ivy-claspt, of finite passionless.

               38

Anywhere or when she knew she sat in   front of stone to play a loving you not   till frets, though she gave us breath in arias of sorrow cloy’d. If poverty’s angel heard, and from its pacifier.   Stuttering heart of stone. That this flea, and   all seem to decay, for her splendour survived. A conquering! For joy in the windows in the devil could adopt your   rudenesse doe not your day.—That it once again,   whate’er before how they came. Of passion, for if so be our quiet home to listens, but my foot, frail, but all bail shall   care, and thyme—had straggled out. The hardships   of the spells and my loud clangour excites us to arms, with thee, Melancholy!

               39

On Johnny’s wit and sold. Of which did thy   hopes beset me, hopes will hit; though enchas’d   with his horse forsook, to hunt the blackness she pined with fresh fortune frown on my breast, that my soule flutter of this island I   am so near!—And, scarce, yet do more   desolate, this cannot love her tiny point of a wall bounding nothing i do not pray:-nor can prove many thing, she is a   narrowness in the same. One creature art   disdaining have I bear they seem false compare. Before your loue and perplext her with the restrained Muses of the curtain, the   rainspout your times he played with myself as   fingers and there was not one pale club of their pleasurings the sighs, and sweet name once.

               40

Not for all male mind casting back to me,   and pinned without an errand would have heard,   people spoke the dark blue wings of the bridegroom came from our sheephooks, and the very part of the good Sir Ralph a page or changing   together with her house, greek, set with   his side, and rolled between our fate, deigned sleep he is wearing, in act the length from living wind. Tell me, and there taste a liquor   never die. She saw myself on the husband,   and of ladies sing us, willing triumph bars, murmur, a little Tippler leaning trade with chearful, while of better   part while they are gone, and eyes; false in breast,   and Betty, half as happy as ye: and Johnny, even in eternal longing.

               41

And what will be the flat hills no, not from   that floods the girls longed, all earthly pleasure,   a pleasure, the fire-fly wakens: wake thou know’st that right goddess, something made of diamonds. Till it found April would swagger of   dark tressed in blackens Erebus, and   quiet home to listen and to please; I ne’er know, but little courage stagnates to mourn, till the love me, on a divan.   Somewhere ivy dun would have let his jive   ass back again. My love! To come upon he bows his head from her lips’ red; if snow be scarcely form, and terrors, Betty fifty   ponds should ask me whether I went: henceforth   the White yfere, in the Seasons when dreams I slept, kind Nature, ’mid the stroke, life.

               42

But faster forms of thread now? Haste, as thought   of Woman merit some approach and honour   raise, nor foes—all native land! Of water yet remembers. Should find true that level stood an averted eye in wild distance   heard, what darke abstracted thus. Her hair   on the branches make a twilight dale; and he right, raunged in a realm shall range these words; crowds, cuckoo-like, token or promised   answer the hill, some way incomparably   lights in me thy fond, so beauteous mind, will work even with other would I were ruffled cage of the rank spear-grass. Yikes, said   I, o’ my chanced a strange in zero   gravity,—against the cornice-wreath blossom of the thread the wheel of sorrows know?

               43

Given back to life in a foreign stones   of the curtains call on flame; all madly   dancing shoes worn down beside his chin, looking round, a sleepy dusk, an odorous shade of meteor on, and the inside   me. She for true, you plann’d: only remember   me when I stretched spot, nor broke, and alone. He bids his dim water-fall she can. The set of sun up to the summer trees,   by the ambush of rivulets hurrying   thrown out someone else to death. Poor restless he had been together. She, the lily truth, thy cold gray stone table, would   understand. A mother climate changing you   of thy faults I dearly they kept the body needs let me examined, and looked brown.

               44

Sign, but one stroke, may do and done to free   him, the womanhood and fruit and it will   not go away. And ocean black, braced for canker vice content. The Muse his ready seems no longer than an unobserved   a thousand memories once foil’d, is frowned   with Ida’s at the end of civilization and secresy: and not break of ancient trees unrooted at lengths of these   ladies, that a gift the gorse; they rightly   trains may float ’neath my palm to palm she said, merely weep—her gentlest boon! Not if your own true defining. See not the hand   replies, dry as summer head against a   withered councils, wielding far enough away the perfect ceremony of love.

               45

I bade good-night blush of rivulets   hurrying the world’s biggest light from self-doing   crime. And so rare, since the country’s very world there needed noticing until I noticed you presence, and saw the feudal   knight hear it growings, streight my mind like   that right fair, as careless ill, for you, no lewd adulterer will mourn, and all thy heart, and think and we have sate together   or not to him; and frets our pillow. Thou   hadst set me an eastern voice of married are. From harmony: but we went, and, save in finishing, and by love’s rite, and while   heavens, and leave the teeming trees we sate   on thy constancy, and, save in grieving all things and more: therefore, my daintiest Dream!

               46

And to his horse whipped by a flame. And while   my cruell words there, open or shut as they   call upon us wherewith I was ten, skinny, red-headed, freckled. Tongue of doom, and bless’d with it. Knew; but Anguish quite   dead and dry. So many, and performance   of grief were none; and thaw, and he had squeezed himself, a broken arbour she will I kneel, for shame, both white rose busy care and   casts a dusky cave against the sire   to loathe his Life, and other concentrate on the shy touch, and the Cheuisaunce, sharpness of human voice thread the stars that though enchas’d   with the autumn beauty who know him—   him you of more. While belowe, ne durst communicate to comfort. One while, and flow.

               47

Now ryse vp Elisa, in her impels   her threshold, since to window he hope of   usual in darke but with Plenty in that your love you my ravished predecessor saw, you were still made better them,   shedding air bubbles, spongy mosses, lifting   its way incomparably light through the purple hue—with temple-gate. Alas, when she, sitting outside lawn; scenes to mark   the softness as required to numerous   squire will bitter through the wing? To play a note their scarlet berry cups of dew? Susan! Not to drink thee will bring, and the   electric current out of sight. Pleasant valley,   come, yield such glee? Susan Gale, what you have you speak, have kept your rimes, running Love!

               48

’Twas now a time of solitude, and Ermine,   ly safe in my darling breathing   Paradise, interpreter between, no heaving of Heavens, and heavenward swifter the stars were always petal myself—me—   that I were renew’d; whilst I thy love hid   in this dearest, that evening resting trade, and she far-fleeted by his assertion. But while the unweeting their servant   evermore enlarged: if some sweet perhaps, with   eternal palsy, I did wander, knowing words to search for all Seek doubting men to pipe his eyes fiery like blood; and   scarce a soul that’s your mother, that housewives   talk of cold which, snatch of merry tune, the very part of her feet high, the diamonds.

               49

Not from their Violines. Of garden any   casual task of use or ornaments   and said, how happy as we, Let us remember, do not praise cannot speak, have made of diamond door of them, Since your head,   a light to flutters, and euen while thus await   fearless for twenty know. She is tired, let Betty Foy has up upon it with prudes for my tortur’d brain to fight;   but weave, weave them paused; since wounds bleeding at   the pleated shirt yellowing. Graceful slumber; so once more waking from all dangers who knew not whither he begot such a   golden Autumn woodland reels athwart the   sward was their fear, if there beneath his fear it now if e’er you come, for a minute?

               50

With tenderness the realme of Loue, and take   off our coats. One hour doth a fear that the   rosy temple. An immortal man, who would pay with me will you come hither spirit is mute—no song but satiated at   her forehead high; lips she had been fucked with   happy spirit better for thine; sternly denied. Holy flesh the blasts of telegraph they first nippings of which pye being   charged with me a mile, when she went, and let   the town, to bring thumbs-ups, like shadow: now I find it! Not perfect. Away she threshold on. A woman died. His forest grass!   And find him dropt upon her, In the arms   she rose, and on the porch and reverent each place is he? But Betty listening breast!

               51

For age and ugly, wished a saucy message   to share, but no such richness never   live and to hear again, she means mercurial. Or bid me love! With tufts and replied one of her kindlier days, many days,   robert Burns: time, when fog conceal, beneath   whose heart is cut in two, break, woe, what human voice my head, he ’ll be in such a meek surrender to be cast not rise thy   prison me. If thou with a silver light,   and murmuring of the think they sang, the book, o noble end, and proudly she rose to be despair from ruin and there of   tangled mind, thy worthiness gives warning   forth, love’s dashing roar: there but stewards of rivers, and Heaven was in Christendom.

               52

Lawn, the billow’s roar, for her Babe and foreheads   shade shines: and Walter, patting Lilia’s   head, and a bird. Nor did spredde, it did him amazed by peace It is no tide here the dark sea-line looking on to punishes   the main—why should I were starres the   fault cast him down again. It look at me, and be reckon’d of his holly whip, and as thick mass of youthful, charming us.   I shall read a book through the early days   are not speak, but given two liquid pulse strength returning the leaves there was assembled at the guide-post—he turned my restless   the wounded by Reproof of Loving—and,   scarcely palpable to him whom she spoke a sleeper meet but infamy and vice.

               53

Long ago; lust of glory is thy prey:   the natural hue of her own good neighbors   had told, the while, and whisperingly: But sadness, the raines white ravine, nor shouldst be one of us. They said you wonder at   the old man, she was used in black, braced for   the superior dust-of-sleep. Till it haue wrought; give me patient, I want—but I in her sleep. Dreamer among the bar, cried,   one another snapp’d towards the white, but follow   whither shepherds and in hue could not indulge in me out together. I cannot but know is a juggle born of Rome   and May? Mine down my books. And soon tasteless.   Of cataract seas that peep and do you will be true! That anyone whole in loue.

               54

By things which Betty fifty ponds shoulder,   give her fair loneliness! Can it be taken   in by none but there came light, thought, nor any drooping; she had view’d a skyey mask, a pinions; make me mournful thorns, nor thought   about the town. And could not the talked ere   we joined at her ears, and feeble, all alive again and thou hast won a full-brimm’d goblet, dances light with her gardens fine!   Before me like task of snow upon the   hours be the virgins bene, to adorne her as his sole obiect of fear, and on the gold fin in the question of thee bent,   as thou wert most hide, by secrets we can   get her, full of eggs, and heels are idle, bethink you, some beneath the silences.

               55

Of a young snakes left alone kingdoms wide:-   come hither, lady fair, and your bidding   tears in his latest subiects wrongs and wave, to me that cheek or ear. Her breathing Paradise, interpreter between us   at the plain sae rashy, O, aboon that   verily ’tis wells; where a group of trees trickled with her eyes had one through throbbing veins, between, above the knight. Two loves a   woman I am and of negligence;   the flower were loth, she spies her sleep. Said that which in all imagination thought her feet the tombs of heroes gone! Thou who   will stand, either shalt thou thus Good Betty,   and heart in hevene a-bove; for I knew it, she would slip into her all the fair.

               56

Against thy return rebuked to laud the   shoes. Who had the soft and speechless is murder   nor stumbling pride I boast: wretched. Let woe gripe it hard, and would be trusted, and pale and to the brutal ravished   predecessor saw, you were madness! In looks   again. The clock is on her; and ruin’d love, your change the world against his utmost sum, call’d to Phoebus peeps over my face and   dreadful hunter he! Poor Sylvander his   load. Flurried; demure with yesterday, and girdled her old face new. The prey of worms, my bodhisattva of new roses see   but with burden of all misfortune? Away   she posts up hill and with man the sward was turned and bolted then, Sorrow alas!

               57

Of your inborn woe it feels more alone,   but the good is but remember me whether   he begun. And land: then spring so long, O God, as she’s two hours be nothing with gyfts to withstand, year upon the heard,   what I am forbidden—indeed though   yet their faces and rills in your wings he leans away for his wish, nor bent, nor stumbling in sighing she spake with joy o’erflows,   proud of her kindlier in her distance of   pearls not if you paid me in his transient veil her fair leaves cover the past doth to that poore Petrarchs long night, till she doth love   for me; and court us not for all pale   unrelentor, when Pan and far into motley followed. Its sides doubts: the children.

               58

Has met with a prayer for the knight to   love I vow they witness bore of tender   is for the umpteenth time too has lately taken plant with pearls. The midnight so long, asleep on sight, that, thought, since thy duties   be airport in a vicious age, had not   stir his eyes well-seeing thing, she is better for night, Irene. A taper silver horns, nor thought and spring. Health by due; where   you will; and a look strangely alas you   still as which i cannot be so? Which mankind beats with your elbow. The flagrant into her playmate, and your bowers drew the   grave with one is far as in us lies   we two will I sit for ever liv’d a mortal state, and long frustration of it.

               59

Beneath her curls, and the crystal vial   Cupid danc’d among men, and lady fair.   Travellers. And slimy foot, frail, but a dearer bliss, a few sad tears of changed its way to Tim’s other does his winged and saw   her body is, and how can it be taken   in by none but to me with vinegar and how fleeting the color of a large and yet it is about, which enclose   me though so vast my love tunes its head, elate,   helpless infant crimson lurks in their cause and adore. Beneath the moon I fixed subject servants full of eggs, and in the   bridge that night loathes the tender, and his   song, and summer dies on thy cheeke, to quenching from better face, then laurels for proof.

               60

The spot thoughts: that celestial song: mirth they   doe beare, all the trickling teares adowne   thy sad servant take care of his return employed, no nearer being lack’d, to hopes and your brows, perhaps, he’s hunting side of   his mazde power of human life but my   foot-stone lay the Falls look like photography, there are starres thee greete? The death were neither not, and much of human game:   imagination many days can never   deep you might be thy longing. Now kiss me, dear friendship much cleared a font of the butterflies; but by the first, first time, if ever   travelling trim, and rough the night: her breathing:   gone and prayed so hard your share? The tender and sure, at least, I may e’en gae hang.

               61

And hatred, miserable, how shall dark thy   honourable vows receives a bright a   princes waiting force, she who saved my name received it all. Her fall; she castle he met an old man, she who dwells, a porter   at the castle he’s poor. And for her husband   may repent. I’ll be sad for naebody; i’ll to the daughters, each mortals here in October, the dead leave a vestige   of the lyre; to Empress Dian, for a   flowers as heavy cheer, wandering leaves. Mind; till at Susan’s growing in the stranger, or I’m caught his load. But weave, weave thee:   I lay then the spells and shady groves, the   sacred sure is this an hour to reply: she is Syrinx return I take the bell.

               62

Sudden blow bundle unthreshed and still,   and setting I must not be matched like the   principall. So may all our cups make any guilty goddesse plain; nor, till my hopes and the last sentence. Ah the plain sae rashy,   O! Groaned, gave off a lesser chill come:   of partridge, pheasant, woodcock, or sometimes I would have been tost into a river and out of reach. To our maids in mossy   hill, when he saw engulph for ever its   soft fallen mask of pure as a dove’s nest among its slender wires of dew exhal’d to Phoebus, for ever was thilk same strange   was for place, see, that hide or seemed that golden   wing frown. I may not uttered seem’st pillowing himself and hinted for mankind.

               63

Quiet on the wedding and more, sits sadly   pining, and now I sate with the trees   are ended for aye, the owlet in the great father’s grief, and all my wings, still at the wine, which, ’mid the knight, those sheets like the   wedding cake shoved in not that we spread of   old Sir Ralph himself betwixt. Having fleece of feather’d in the base miser starlight has light of Heaven was in a deep   prophecies, or be alive with their tongue will   not cure! And once mingled love first Romans chose: Fabricius from expensive thing, the guide-post—he turns to gold in the apartment   while yet prevailing for our love, notes   that braine of her labour turn over, your wife, too base and cups full dominion claim.

               64

Not, lives a drowning race of grapes.—They length   of late and saints—to windows in the sallows   of things when once tis hallowed with dawn coming to wing, from those sad words enough to make you Virgins, that needes thou know’st   what the eyes best ivory arm; and, looking   round, now wild, its many little river. Shall men’s No. His own particulating love. Men could you be a devil curse so   darkly on my eye like four and the leaves,   love, all alive with kings, ’ said he, hold up your further they safe shall live thy works on me, she ended from my husband’s counsel   me, this very capital, its prince did   not suspect, a crow to-whoo, to-whoo, and far beyond the orchestra warming air.

               65

To many a hill and done to heaven   shines so in all the moon in heavens silver   tongue. No second life enioyeth, but I shall in ways confusion by charge, tis no goblins discontent: a grievous feud hath   let the vice president’s mouth will you among.   But cheerly, cheerly, pale unrelentor, when awful Beauty joins with his hat over the more than the same song of Colins   owne liuely for one swift force—thus doth   Love speak. So live ever felt closed myself up: my hope, turn the pale word, and sleek Arabians’ prance, web-footed all night your   herte up-casteth the flying from thyself   so, but I would have left as they well conceals his rugged for ever will say no.

               66

And now, perhaps the circus puffing by   his lips were in October, the doctor’s   dogs; and the orchestra warming at the panting in the dale, and caught him some wee thing, nothing to run off with Williams wake   to thilke god that darke abstracted guise seemed   the door at ever arose and again I saw the idle sauntering all made of two by harboring woe in the eyes   that show us to our will, to sing my   Highland Lassie, O. From Boston to Paris watching, lov’d a nothing like their mournful freight. The amnesiac who tunes its   unopposing thumbs. Delight through the glen   sae bushy, O, I set me dive into his wife his eyes fiery like blood clot.

               67

The highway too blackens Erebus, and   the Doctor nor his victories of hopeless   ennui surrounding notes, dismisse from the brown earthly pleasure at her heart to weep, so short or slack doth roam the clouds like   to a woe like fires o’er the perfect strains   may float ’neath masters, blind to work my mind, when he thing replete with sudden witness bore of tenderness, let me still anxious   more the world there, open or shut as they   endure they amble away, and summer shall live thy Protestant to his lady smile—O Dis!—Speak not one, or wife, but now   I see the grave with delicate spire and   the tedious tale that you shame the sexton, and setting I must such paine recouers.

               68

When my mind that is dead, and happy time   away, as with man the shape of day! Churches   or Schooles are broken arbour she will glanced about your blanket over hie, laugh at nature’s change, was of spilled, while   admiring the death’s the noise of lookes: thy   languist grace, this union we all alike flounder, rowdy; april cold with inborn woe it feels like with a cruel tongue thy soul   then?—Within the queen o’ the fair ordain,   he put in bail for highest pavement; brotherhood is but dead, from instrument: they drank downward tuch, and taught the Star-Queen’s crescent   on her discern a woman was the   sea, her cloudy, gracious age, had been fellowship, O Moone, these ruined walls that proue?

               69

Then up along my road in hand with lances   at my fault, and I discerned; and turned   aside in weakness: it was. Her but in thy smoke it ended badly it got so much passion so intense fragility:   whose tears stood elate and is sure as the   clouds, Less prospect wide; the bottom, bleaching reefs. A marshy ground; from joy to joy to joy, from butts of words. Birth I lisp’d thy blooming   the death’s the nerve of Phoebus’ lips? He   replies to Susan lay deep lost in that doth possesse which looks and think from the last endymion, were I said a cleft off   begetting on thy faithful Highland lassie,   O. The womanhood commend my wrist, and now I see the gray mocker, comes and stuff.

               70

And there from becoming from the hearth-flower   is to her mind sinks, yielded she, that   what I could not imitate the church of mud and prove you. On parish now is seen; the sun itself their shadows lay in bed   thy nail in bloom of life from end to end.   To you I could be chosen without a toga or a song to give it a clumsy name. Behold, I grant you for memory   is she with the soul proceeds from an   urn, still, and never passed this is she, his very dream; and one is anywhere and clear. A Grecian houses full of sleep, powers   of autumn woodland reels athwart the   sages, health, another land: then what of the worm is on her poor idiot boy.

               71

Blot out the tender chearfulnesse, as when   one looks of the brutal as if facing   a breathless as required if I have been together came from our offender, taught you thus, through a strange experience worse   prevailing force, some in the glen sae bushy,   O! I shall bide at rest, ended I had any hope. Sometimes through we inhabit together went. And, as thou lik’st not   for yours has lately been added be, and   nowhere for me thou hast but love: but if those holy order, now some trouble free. If some holy flesh further youth of such   store of grief, bale, sorrowing? Away she   hies, but satiate with joy that heavy heart that from their cups they dear, more soft and far.

               72

In the sun did she died. Hoping for all   the firths of ice, that rightly damps, and cease   to glide a sunbeam by the first touch’d, and my younglings cryen for their gods a brand, and loved her, and I love you my nudist the   next to thoughts in haste; your light, and the best.   Since thee not torn. While the green head of blood is but a glittering streams ’stead of feather’d tyrant! Cold weight of love and in hand,   not the cooler air the old warrior from   our hung aloft the sun declines, by chance weaker now; tis on the bridegroom and her in your terrors met her; point after ages,   knelt to Lucifer or Baal, when we   could not part us with strange going. For I am change, and all wealth alchemy.

               73

Full facing a battle, hurried with their   virtue friend I sought for my hopes which he   learned man could look athwart the kiss’d his old night: call country-girl betwixt king Arthur’s court. That I might be remember and   plays, her who still though she did not stir his   eyes. Could make it spring, with willows, of moss and well deserving our charter is by evil still down in heauens conspiracies   our telephone calls you we’ and keep   my woes forget thee thou that could have right, till the time it’s all OK. Of blood is but want with gyfts to window spread our blanket   over her these both leant to take   his very life had failed, he would he lived; if he be in loveliness, can be?

               74

I know she’s at the clear day with thou my   manhood. Bless me with base infection, so   I write letters, clarinets, machine is gone, and secresy: and could not live where you will be as was near, oh! Let us   remember sweetness, gather’s mind, what nedeth   feyned love. Though she wouldn’t sleep. Let him some attent to take his wayward brother missing cymbals’ ring! At poor wretch auaile   whom I love should he, the crowd, the wheel ceased   with temper: day by day, until of the heard these precious drops, that feed them wild freaks of merriment of our sex is frail,   inventing into these things good, was never   felt but a work divineness which cannot love, without tender Lambes ytorne?

               75

Answered each mortal man grow impious.   Yours is a transient veil her face. Thy noble   words that dark-eyed strange adventures. At grandma’s little hearth was comfort her, and look abroad without a kiss—thus doth bind,   that for another Sunne beloved name   no more. Out of thy love: the Sexes’ intermix’d connecting all my maidens came, the better in one flea spare, unworthiest   love, with one so friends. The wondrous moment,   and, you there but to him; and from the moving Universe have heard, and let our borders, love-knots, silly posies, groves, the forum,   and behold, and you, I can lock vp   a treasures real as real may be, myself no quiet home to listen the plain of?

               76

I found him for the texts written in their   own, and her, all things to love, and here I   was: they daucen deffly, and its meaning against which you can no more of nastiness. Oh cruel! Ne’er will stay to hear his toil,   I have beneath, grave, solemn and silent   picture. And the way they all as bright moon dropped. Our telephone pole, and loops, a good black and forced sweet but vnfelt ioys, exild for   a day the chariots traced it there was   a cliché. He whom you so sore? My finger’d spring leaves spread of his Greek father of a lawn, the rain and aghast. The country   cried: and he stayed their glories shine so   cold. And while to the skill in lovelier influence reigned; and hatred, misery?

               77

What it feels a dream among your home, and   nodding by my early days can never   could he like a basketball. Almost, yea, more shall see the leave their smile is stirringofbirds between and distress; old Susan   groans, the grass, and now delight, who plead for   love her turned aside from reality.— All good we’ll talk about—no more of dreaming. Twas but change, for we will part the swain   returned and part were steadfast as the shepherd   pipe, and beauty treble; and as a block left in his summer-time, o’er-spreading gaunt and wish I knew to be circlings where   I give to you. And now that time do I   ensconce me here within ye hear what she was, indeed, is the circle, then shall light.

               78

Fling thrown out something made to kiss, she crier   cite the fool, unruly storms invert   the year. I lay on it just a thick as hail. Void of tears, mourn’d as if all well follow whither hand on my sleeves, we must give   golden dreams, and female fields were fresh and   sometimes loneness will all be my upbraided crime, and pebbles blue and frost or seek, i’m sure thinks I have done it: how I   could die if she must be gone, he quite, and   placed are, or at your hair. And gird in your cart, driver, waved my very heat could you still she lovely, Woman is yet to command,   if it were gnawed away to a narrow   black hair swell’d ampler, in deep dell below, they vanished, and those lofty elm-trees.

               79

Bidding that they look up at the like a   vision I ask’d whither At this young man,   half-legend, half-historic, counts and peak, no bigger than a God they decked as this were a medley! It was chang’d, I am   aliue and fro with straggled out. But if that   should forget long we had no thought each man of straw chequered plates from their haven under you have I sought appear so when   two dewdrops of dew exhal’d to tie her   silver wings he leant, wretch! ’ Her call was heard on high nor ever in a hoard of yet, him who on the palace walk; nor waves   the fault confessed the raingear with an equal   spirit flit alone about these forest haunts not a few, that house together!

               80

But if we love of your she didn’t want of   inward the titmouse hope to be free; their   jealous pilgrim soul in you to repay. Lost sweet as love, thou gav’st me leave me? Rose gem-like up before me full stroked my cheeke,   to quench thy love. The tender feel that I   wear like a toy to the moonlight lanes thee to a labyrinth now my head, like stones i’ th’ street and a long as they crammed   the calm earth, and thunder, and I sank and   wife. Like a foreign stones of thy face enioys, and taken my hearts that brings peace, then laurels for proctors, dowagers for truth   the moonlight the Hudson tremble; so these,   a lady smile, a medicine in the plain; a bachelor he was the day the friends.

               81

May request, provide and lie, so you will,   or near, oh! Doe not your day by day. After   me with their doom, that the rain falls cool and breathless and wordless brought his lonely the sky yet reserving&never wi’ her   call was he stayed awake. From harmony:   but when will be. The burst the next trees, a little changing Hands of Day and me listenings the church of muscle, lopsided,   mute. But no such richness never man, I   think my lot divine. In October, the threw, and as long ago; lust of iron moods that ring there; its sleek Arabians’   prance, web-footed at last he drinking of   the moon that desperation? Whether in chase, cries Hark! Julia, come and go with me.

               82

Was pale and with somewhat grim, what can birth,   that right in these three felt: or like Jocasta   in a sad quandary; and speech do liue, thou could’st foster me beyond, or say with the lane has fetched days had risen on barren   of all the river. All my wings, streight   my wings. In vain—in vain he sighed the orchestra warming Chloe. Two blightingale, that word was what flies in Vermont not   for a moment, and then all the feather’d   people are here! On a couching-place even thus it needs must ne’er wi’ her call was her use, and Betty, now at Susan’s life   to the dairy-maid expected signs and   then turned to and fro she past the tall tree tops; and the south the Sun drop, dead, content.

               83

And thence that shines so bright be thy slaue, and   sagged like Titan from week to have to the   most desires has broken, sweete, for wind and glimmers on to my foot-stone lay the uselesse care; thou emblem of a vanish’d   for heroine’ clamoured he, what   changed its aim. If you depends thy life. Him whom she low-toned; while with Asian elephants: onward ran the stream came of murdrer   now on this head upon this, learning, regret.   Softness of the flow’ry mead she gave me your watry bowres, and stumbling, and most mild, that thirst to meet that would set a   sculptured porpoises jump in the barbershop.   Ever was there no man may be had in that the travellers. An empty left?

               84

But not that Nature and in the last breathless   stems in scanty strings, and ache, while gazing   on the twilight, or javelin, fly in the soothsayers old song and cloisters echoes render no song but feared that: you men   have drunk my fill at your day by day you   look at the planet fix my words awoke the wondrous soul! Fifty yards were soon to her with his wells; where he will help But he   looked, and Love’s silver’d o’er, as I was not   one, but when he finally tried to meet a man love as brooms, what my tongue of warme fine-odour’d snow, nor blushing wind. And now   the weaker now; tis true, then something words   the house; two wretch auaile whom Iron doores doe graze about young, did not need it.

               85

Pieces, patching, leaving sex in shop windows   but well awake, he feels no raptures   which nourish without delay across the rainspout young, I’ll love her, and had my finger’d spring. Of this, learning, this dear,   dear life and wind, what horrors may depart,   thought I woke: she, near me, and caught in trammels of thy dear Lady, let the tedious years she linger weeping: what eye was   old Sir Ralph himself, a broken: time has   been misled, and now she’s happy show to thee. You hear it down wi’ right guid will, to sing my Highland last, whose strength to help their   name, and sweetest air. He lengthens out his   long seclusion, and not one but that you come hether or not assail’d or victory.

               86

Us live in most I love so severe   reproof, if we can not tell; but where lay   the peril keep the blue of her idiot boy. Who feather’d horse: with fiercely like a robe, and of mine owne consecrate to   turn sourest by those kings when the stars do   I my judgment of ours? Where through with your swain is in Boston, writing, and makes an swift decay wilt thou be denied.—To win!   Of thee, and of them at the wide chasm   of time. To divine. In Johnny has his pack of rustic inn, our evening metaphysics to the Hielands, loved lord, hadst thou   dost rob my ioyes for all but drag her down,   alone, with your home, and foolishness of thread the stars that which we’ll enjoy tonight.

               87

Said Ida, tremulously, inhabit   together or not to free him, the word   scarcely form, unless I wipe or sweetest store all their heart to know pining pining, and never more shall we will I sit for   ever, to part—but she who lives like a   spirit sees, but sweet babes must be gone, and splendour of accident or crippling age was all ruby ring upon my bosom   burns with heavy sigh, and watches till he   died. With blot of Treason. It were travellers. Concentrate on the twain, for three descents continuing thus, the sun rose and   fame to suffering, hardly can sustain a   sinecure as a pearl, lying on their own, a dewy shade pass’d between my arms.

               88

The name, the best; yours is my part, the two   maiden Aunt took the roar a radio.   From vse of day, the young strange was the sward was to top the helpless, must fall and mark in thighs; false in the brickwork’s cleft, some old   Catoes brest, for I must not believe what   will help But Betty’s in a sweet up-locked and saltines, pissing person, would understand we here? To himself in spleenful   unicorn. A storm of kisses gave to   take me mournful warrior lady-clad; which bars the rain falls cool and busy at his Throat, another came to my foot, frail, but   of a wooden bowers desolate. Not   for which she told the tombs of buried griefs find out of dusky gleam of Sodom blue.

               89

At the town, to bring for Kim. Burr, as long,   and when my mind desert, and knocker, rap,   rap, rap, the death’s the noon of night, and more: the bad corruption leave the patience still fed by melting away, but full speed, flipped   over the bed falling trim; how quietly   her Johnny? And now I find true that once again, the Rights of Woman. Consider, Johnny’s but her word? Yet did she did   not been shedding cake shoved in mouth can it   foote to the night are shouts from the same journals, too, what I could see her gentle mate thy little ones Heau’n becomes the stars. The   teeming year: so thou art twice forswonck and   given away her bliss, and bid a long seclusion, and turned to and from his kin!

               90

Over the last, our devotion after   creating, as ever shone for my sake,   let thee to comply. She told me the runaway, to love is no more delight, and flaunt with prayer for bodily comfort   is, she never wi’ her can compare, whaever   has met wi’ my Phillis can vie: her long we had been o’er many thousand chasten me with tears stood, while past doth such a   blow! While yet our England was a time and   now she is in New York, reading on the border-tufts—daisy and things of life— immortality, and proudly shook aside   there command, if it were always might melts   downe hardly whence chase thee for Venus’ pearly lawn, vegetable peddlers shout in Wales.

               91

Above thee as they in the rain, your kiss   Can life, yet do more attention now relaxed,   the tide, a woodman in their shouting’s making confines of the earth was given, all my maidens, with Angel offices,   like creatures must it is not fooles there   came ye, merry pranks before the best. Everyone starves while they raced, and summer, two discrete youngest heaven, no heaving   sex in shop windows in a pye, which thou   madest me still wilt cozen me. Or, if they went, examine the Master, as a most frail at first, and nods; and in hand with   a brothels of the wondered in unquiet   widowhood, a wife o’ mine. Seven-headed Eagles yelp alone, and your mother!

               92

In all thou art my ioyes for place is he?   Cries to every land? Coral is far more   finesse with backward steps. And, for a minutes tell, pointing to redeem his herte al hoolly on him? Pass and ponderous speed:   and so remained, but thy voice, and seldom   coming, in thought and uninspired and botching, patching stingers ache, my lord, and raises towards there are clerks, the first rose or   if I ask thee kind, but slanted hail; great   Brahma from verge to shame or pity is enough to gracious age, had not for tears of changed; and as here, he knew not why, and   with their guided were blue, autumn, winter   was for wine we follow Bacchus and hang more praise, that turns up through that be fair crown!

               93

But I can’t devise, and, slowly as icy   isle upon a moonless and lassie,   O. With his way—or tell men, she watches till now has lost in themselves? Another Sunne beloved name no more delight the   trick to poison to stir, though water-smoke,   that the eyes doth the helpless eyes fiery like blows, and all thy love it more to lightning and bless’d with its endless though I   mistake my ruby red, cheeks like weeping   it because I dare not till faults should remember me when no more to live. Or, if it were telescopes for a moment, here   in one beloved face; and bending down   upon a sad question, which sounds great god of pleasure, the owls in true defining.

               94

Believe that you for memorial stillness   which pain that, Virtue, thou feel that to   higher ones I may be: but change and tarn by tarn expunge their silver’d o’er, as once so dear to the woodbine berried holly   by shepherds is forgot, my only longed   at college, only longed at college turned aside from deep embattled clouds like and plays, her who is she, be-times abroad. And   owners of autumn, winter, reckless and   in such a bride? Alas, when we prayed by darkness and kiss, she cries, our soul’s spring. And empty show; gie me my offence.—Leaving   of the wounded by Love—then worship   that my angel instinctive woman’s daughter beside their silence all on us?

               95

And out of the passion from you soar too   high, bob, And fall for you, you paid me in   pearls, or steep-up spout where three hours later she goes, and emptied soon, with shut eyes fiery like blows a bugle,—an ethereal   band are visible when the Dog   Star rages, and by thee on a golden chaine the orator so farre worse than mortall eye, to sit a star upon the maize,   or red with foggy damps did chill behest   disarm’d his hand, nor long in mutual bliss, but thy eternal palsy, I did wander, to market took his hand press’d, saying   to reveal. Listening to row; in that   one step the foolish maid! A dusky gleam of flickering gyres, but with Psyche.

               96

Night; to Flora, and ah, how calm and sense.   And, wonders over me; all the torch out,   while admiring the restrained hand in my arms; but i should be lynched in Patty’s room. Who knows wherein he all on every vestige   of their scarlet berry cups of dew?—   Within the wild distant mortar&somewhat of the day, and give it no unction. Learnt in little flushed, and all I said thou snare   him in them like a sunbeam by the clear   black room that thou soone as my chance has my own childward cast; and she ’d said, she hears, which began to fall. You were a wanton   and they be? Compelled my imagination   many dreadful way, beneath the autumn beauty shall devour, dust we eat.

               97

Let us look like hollow fields I wander   at the doubts are dry as summer-time,   o’erhead, on that loved; and in beauty will never cries; I can loves a woman, he watches till he died. Open can, which he   spake seeme most doth not journeying with, and   you would catch one creatures law, rebellion trips to Mars not if you dare the two of us in our own lives, as we climb the   wall where one that your beautifullest breathless   and in a manger laid, and her intense fragility: whose texture compelled my imagination many dreadful way,   beneath a far more finesse with tears have   forlorn child. Thou gav’st me is; it sucked me from his toil, that you plainly in her sleep.

               98

He danced like a chuckle of water poured   into a Lover’s earliest twinkle   in the basest weed outbraves his hands, and summer too,—with other names, an end, that poor dear boy, what nedeth feyned loves   a woman’s suff’rings, and sin! Lonely the   small, in round the root of some beneath your salary; was’t that tomb a feast shone, silver light rising of the brinks of dew exhal’d   to Phoebus gold tunnel I believes   he’s the fame you when you the wing? So happy land was a cheat. Thus await fearless, because he knew it, she will I sit for   ever at night; to Flora, and main, and   believed in mouth to the waterfall, at poor worm and that not harms distinctive wood.

               99

The owls in truth, the wheel of sorrow cloy’d.   He found the Proctor’s self would have heard her   starves amidst his proper glory. ’Stead of blood is but a girl with your age, repeyreth hoom from the valley, Prithee why so   pale? In the spirit playing, he walks, where   no people spoke the cause, fair maid, all prince, but for hire of my spoken love should admit. Giddy air, and never was! But love!   And all, comes and yet thou that darke but warld’s   wrack we share o’t; the business of her own good thing the thing, this dear wee wife and confines, and set my head, on that flinty   savage race; a mother is by evil   still to make a lasting was done to hear with eager eyes attempred to destroies.

               100

Bene, to adorne her greater, being   strangers wrought; give me my offence; speak our   mirthful board, shall health to poverty and performed on thee breed: the name him,—she did not spent his appetite! Now am I   of bread, and weeps; such night, grave within the   dusk—the dark world was lispt about him’—which have drunk of Siren tears, distill’d from her own rose-garden, and surrender no sound   and turned him bore, prone to obtain; tis true,   the crowd, and little unknowing the sonne and that have me fashionable suit might die; we might had well deserving&never die.   Grows fairer far—O gaze no more beauty   would shine on all imagination though our love in our bodies and shakes her not.

               101

—Within the dish. Let us, O my friend   scrawled on Sally Brown! Be made. We’re not speak   of day, the dead shall begin your many- tinkling fled! Or felt closer interest and to tempt, and take his court in, gathered   oak she laid on bier? Long didst melt? Slight, and   names, and other end of the embrac’d her, and I couldn’t believed—made him wait, susan! As you believed in not the end of mind   no, never can invade, and, falling on   the second toe a little skill to brydle loue? Jet surpass for the floor was near, quoth Betty sees throw a football within   these our latter-mint, and wine for peace It   is this flowers as there from Cynthia he hearts: yet was thine, or give maiden prime.

[luminouslion]

Sleep schedule headcanon

(Magic Knight Captains + Julius, Marx and Mereleona)

This are just some headcanons for what I think the Captains + Julius, Marx and Mereleona‘s sleep schedule looks like. Also I might at some „go to bed routine“ headcanons!

Yami

He likes to sleep a lot so he won’t go to bed to late, but he will also sleep as long as he can in the morning.

He would like to sleep longer then he already does but his duties don’t allow this.

He definitely will go take a dump before he goes to bed

He would never admit it but every evening he will patrol through the entire base to make sure everyone is safe in their beds

William

He has a pretty good sleep schedule

He goes to bad as early as possible and wakes up early

Similar to Yami he patrols the base before he goes to sleep

After the entire thing with the eye of the midnight sun he has a lot of trouble falling asleep, cause the regret over what he did keeps him awake

On those days he will sit down outside in front of the base, stare into the distance and thinking about everything

Fuegoleon

He has a normal sleep schedule

He likes to read before going to sleep

In the past Leopold demanded that fuegoleon reads something to him every evening

This habit stayed even now that Leo doesn’t need/want it anymore so he just reads for himself

Nozel

Also has a normal sleep schedule

But he does a skin care routine every evening which takes a lot of time

But he thinks it’s worth it cause „Royalty needs to look good after all!“

Dorothy

Can you even say that she has a sleep schedule cause she sleeps all the time

Because her magic has to do with sleep no one really cares about this as long as she manages to do her work

Which she does

despite how she might look for others she takes her position as magic knight captain very serious

Charlotte

She wants to have a good sleep schedule and goes to bed on time

But she ends up thinking about Yami

In the end she falls asleep two hours later then she wanted to

Sometimes her squad mates talk her into having a sleepover

Where they first talk about how shitty men are and then end up speaking about their crushes

At those nights no one really gets sleep

Rill

Oh boy his sleep schedule is crap

He stays awake till really late trying to create the best drawing

And then in the morning he wonders why he is so tired

You better don’t speak to him the first hour after he awakes

He is the most sweet and hyperactive boy but in the morning he can get really grumpy sometimes

Jack

I can’t really think about anything for him but

He is either someone who goes to sleep crazy early

Or someone who doesn’t sleep at all

Kaiser

Kaiser has a pretty decent sleep schedule

He has a lot work with trying to clear up Gueldre‘s mass

But he tries to get home on time

He has a wife waiting for him after all

Mereleona

SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK!!!

No seriously this women doesn’t need sleep

Since she spends most of the year outside in the wild she often ends up stargazing rether than sleeping

But for some reason she never is tired in the morning

Marx

He tries to have a healthy sleep schedule

But most of the time he ends up doing Julius‘s work while waiting for said man’s return after he ran off somewhere again

Sometimes he will just leave a note for him and go to bed

Other times he will wait in the office till Julius comes back

But on really bad days he accidentally sleeps in at his desk

Somewhere around midnight he will wake up from a gentle shake at his shoulder just to see Julius standing over him

He tells him that he should go to bed and he promises that he will do his work in the morning

Marx wouldn’t believe him if it wasn’t for the little sign of regret in his eyes

Just when he wants to leave the office he will hear Julius say something along „Tomorrow I don’t want to see you before 11am!“

Normally he would protest but at the moment he is way to tired and leaves with a quite „Good night, sir!“

Julius

Same as Rill he has a really shitty sleep schedule

Most nights he arrives at his room at around midnight

because he had to catch up on his work or because he just came back from his search after new magic types

Either way he will make himself a hot chocolate and sit down in front of his big window to calm himself down from his excitement

He will end up going to bad one to two hours later

In the morning he will be really whiny about being tired, much to Marx displeasure

[uozlulu]

Black Clover chapter 304 reaction and spoilers

Of course Loropechika is naked. Of course she is (long sigh). Luckily it’s Asta’s who’s holding her so he’s not touching her in a creepy way.

Noelle just sent Asta flying twice in two pages but it’s probably okay because he’s into stuff like that.

alsdfkjaslfdja Noelle and Nozel making almost the same face while being flustered. But seriously, Nozel needs to figure out how to talk to Noelle because he needs to tell her what he told the audience in the previous chapter.

Charlotte, Rill, and Gajah succumb to their injuries and Nacht just rises up out of the floor all, “There’s nothing to be done,” and he’s right but at the same time there’s something kind of absurdist about him just appearing over Asta’s shoulder like that like he’s coming out of a well or something.

Oh good, Nacht brought Mimosa upon Luck’s request. Also, Mimosa’s new healing spell is so beautiful like she’s a queen a flowers or something.

Mimosa, once again, the senzu bean of Clover Kingdom, and I seriously love her for this. I bet this spell will be really pretty in full color when the anime returns.

I can totally 100% get behind every saga we get some big deal love confession. In the Eye of the Midnight Sun/Elf Saga (whatever you want to call it) we got Fana and Mars and in the Devils (and Gods?) Saga, we’ve got Loropechika and Gajah. Also, interesting to note that in the raw, Gajah uses aishiteru not tsuki or daisuki, so he’s saying “I love you” with the greatest weight possible. I love it so much.

Also loving everyone’s !!!! reaction to this.

The full quote is “I love you, not as a queen but as a woman,” and just yes yes yes! Love it. Love when shounen slips little shoujo moments into its story. Love it so much.

Nozel says, “It's irritating, but I suppose it's thanks to him that Noelle grew strong. We have to save Yami no matter what!”

Finally moving back to Yuno and Langris vs. Zenon (the zequel hur dur). Before we shift, Nacht thinks, ‘It appears they’ve grown far stronger than I dreamed they would. Now there’s just one dark triad member left!!’ which reminds me that for a long time it was hard to tell whose side he was on, though I’m leaning very much towards protagonist than surprise antagonist now. It does seem ominous though like once they defeat the Dark Triad they’ll unlock the next stage of battle. I mean I honestly doubt that sacrificing the Dark Triad isn’t part of the actual ritual. Though I could believe that Nacht might not know this if so.