#halw

[ggblasts]

Spotted: The next round of arrivals for my movie night in Central Park! Blaze looking dashing and full of mystery as he struts into the park in a white button up with dress pants on. Briar, on the other hand, looks like she's about to go to the U.S. Open instead and of course, she's looking like her networth. Marilyn while looking gorgeous, the outfit screams that she's not sure if she wants to be hot or cold for the movie night. Maybe she's got plans to cuddle up with someone? Her friend, Vivienne, lookng like she does not want to cuddle up to anyone, though we do wonder if she's here with a venetta or not. Hal looking like he's about to star in a cheesy Christmas rom com and he's the lowley baker that the woman from Manhattan falls in love with. Then here's Mrs. Elijah Hamilton, Elise! Looking hot, but we wonder if this outfit has anything to do with her husband or if she's trying to impress someone else? Obie looking like the same old, same old n his basic ass outfit. Asher looking hot with his glow up and we love everything, except for the shoes, Reid, or Briar even, should have stopped him from wearing those shoes. Carter lookig like he texted Mary and Adrianna to see if they were wearing leather jackets, so he had to wear a leather jacket too. Rounding out these looks is Jay Hamilton. He hasn't been to an event in a while, but we gotta say, the basic plaid and pants combo really works for him.

Keep the looks and drama coming!

XOXO, Gossip Girl

@theblazemartinez @thebriarcoleman @themarilynsinclair @viviennexbarnes @halxwilliams @elisevdw @obiexxbergmann @asherxxkramer @carterxxbaizen @jayxxhamilton

[unconditionallyeffervescent]

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[lilither]

Hala aynı bıraktığım gibi ergen

[hiljametsa]

Proposal for Reconstructed English

The thesis at the heart of this proposed reconstruction process is as follows: The English language, in its earliest recognizably attested form, that is Old English, or Anglo-Saxon, is a full and capable language, able to adequately and generally express the experience, internal and external, of its speakers and writers. It is fit for new life in the contemporary world. In the evolution of English, the language has lost much of its original lexicon and grammar. This is to be restored to it, according to its earliest attested meaning and usage. Orthography is to be formed according to what standards are discernible in Middle and Early Modern English, in order to increase legibility to contemporary speakers. Certain native letters (þ and ð) are to be avoided for this reason, but their usage may be preferential. Syntax is to be formed along the lines of original usage, but may be adjusted for legibility. Phonology will be largely untouched, as the vast chasm of English phonological diversity is now as frustrating to descriptive efforts as it has ever been in the past. This is not a second attempt at what has heretofore been called “Anglish”, which is in general a lexical swap-out project intent on the removal of Latin-derived words from the vocabulary of Modern English. In Reconstructed English, Latin derived words which appear in the language pre-1066 will remain firmly in the lexicon. Where native Old English alternatives exist for latinate words, the native will be preferred. Where this occurs with other Germanic languages (almost solely Old Norse), both the native and non-native will be equally retained. Primary lexical and orthographical preference is to be given to Old English and Middle English, with reference preceding thereafter to Old Norse and German.

Primary influential texts include: Beowulf, the Exeter Book, The Anglo-Saxon Gospels, The Ormulum, Chaucer, and the Wycliffe Bible.

Example Text of Reconstructed English:

Our Fader, thou the eart in héavenum Thín Name béa yhalwed, Thín Rích become, Thín Will béa yworden, so on éarthen as in héavene. Yíve us today ouren daylían bréad, And foryív us oure gyltes, as we foryíveth ourem gyltendum. And ney ylæd us into costnungum, Ack aleís us from evile. Amen.

Example paradigms, noun, verb, and adjective:

Héaven - m. heaven, sky. From OE heofon. Sing., Pl. N. héaven, héavnes A. héaven, héavnes G. héavenes, héavena D. héavene, héavenum

Halwen - to hallow, make holy. present, past 1. ic halwe, halwed 2. thou halwest, halwedest 3. he halweth, halwed plr. halwíeth, halweden part. halwend, yhalwed sub. halwe, halwed halwen, halweden imp. halwe halwíeth inf. halwen halwene

Our - our, of or belonging to us. masc., fem., neu. N. our, our, our A. ouren, oure, our G. oures, oure, oures D. ourem, oure, ourem

Plr. N. our, our, our A. our, our, our G. oura, oura, oura D. ourem, ourem, ourem

[crimsonlyinglilly]

Hale the boy grew.

New AU where Elijah makes a different choice in the wake of Tatia's death.

Is this an excuse to write sad parental Elijah? Yes.

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By the time Elijah manages to pull himself back it is far too late and Tatia, his beautiful brave Tatia is still within his arms.

A scream builds in his throat but before he can unleash it he chokes it back, he doesn’t deserve to grieve her.

He killed her, he hunted her down, he-

She’s dead because of him, as part of him wants to take her to mother to get her to somehow fix this, another part was louder screaming this was her fault for taking their choice away, for making them monsters.

It was that voice that reminded him that Hale, the boy he had once believed he could call son, Tatia’s pride and joy was alone because of him and in a village of monsters; the wolves and his own family.

He couldn’t leave him, he had to make sure he was safe from here.

So he pulled himself from Tatia’s laying her body down with unending regret and choked apologies. 

“I’ll make sure he’s safe i promise.” he swore to her.

And ran.

When Niklaus returns later to look for his brother, he finds Tatia’s body and as he brings it back to Mother ,he blames himself for whatever had befallen his brother.

It’s around a hundred years before he sees him again.

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Hale is a good child, when Elijah arrives at Tatia’s home, still wet from washing off Tatia’s blood, and tells him to pack he does so without asking as Elijah does the same.

Elijah pushes down his concerns over his siblings, he needs to get Hale somewhere else safe first before he can go back, he owes Tatia that.

Hale doesn’t ask about Tatia until it gets dark as Elijah sets up a camp, leaving the seven year old by the warm fire; he doesn’t feel the cold as much anymore but a child would.

“Where’s mama?”

And suddenly all he can feel is cold, ice in his veins, like the monster he was, that he was trying so hard not to be. What was he thinking taking Hale away, alone when he was the one that had-

No he had to do this. Hale wasn’t safe near his family, near him, once he found a good family to take him he’d leave, he would make sure Tatia’s son had the best and then return to his siblings.

 A small hand grabbing his brought him from his thoughts.

“Lijah.”

He took a breath and didn’t wonder if a monster like him really needed to, he was dead father’s sword though his heart- no don’t think about that.

“I’m sorry Hale, your mama is not joining us.” he forced the words out, past the aching lump in his throat

“Why?” the boy asked with clear confusion.

“She’s gone.” he tried again to explain,

“Why?” the boy asked again, lips trembling as he fought back the tears gathering in his eyes, brave brave boy.

“A monster took her.” he admitted, wincing as the harsh words broke though the little control Hale had as he broke down in sobs, Elijah didn’t think before kneeling to pick up the boy and continued with ensuring the tent would keep them-Hale warm during the night, as the boy cried into his shoulder.

Hale weighed barely anything in his arm and as he worked he realised he didn’t tire, useful things but Elijah would prefer to still be human and tired instead of a monster who had killed and eaten the women he loved. 

—-

“Is that why we’re leaving?” Hale asked later after they had settled into the tent, Hale still laying on his chest since neither of them had wanted to let go. Holding the child made Elijah feel more human than he was now and Hale had just learnt he had lost his last parent.

“Because of the monster.” Halw asks again after a silence.

“Yes.” he lies because the true monster was the one Hale was laying on, “I’m taking you somewhere safe.” he tells him with more honesty.

“What about your siblings?” comes a question he wasn’t expecting forcing him to look down from the tent roof to the tired seven year old on his chest.

“What?” he blinked down at the boy, he had lost his mother, been taken from everything he knew and was worried about Elijah’s family.

“Mam-” the boy's breath hitched as he remembered but like the brave strong boy Tatia son was he didn’t let that stop him. “Mama says they very important to you.”

Elijah winces at the ‘says’ not ‘said’ and swallows back nauseous as he remembers her blood in his mouth.

“They’ll be fine.” he tells the boy and hopes it’s not another lie, his siblings didn’t need him at the moment they had each other, Hale just had him until he found someone better.

—--

“Brother Please!” Klaus begged and Finn flinched at the crack in his voice.

Father’s barked order didn’t make Finn move again until it was mother’s voice.

“Elijah!” Klaus cried out and Finn bit his cheek and looked away from the hope in Klaus' voice because Elijah was always his protector, while Finn-

Finn was a failure, proof of that in the new life they took, if mother had trusted him the way she claimed she had, she would have confided in him and he could have convinced her not to do it. Not to change them, not to kill them in an misguided attempt to protect them.

Instead she hadn’t, instead father had stabbed him in the back after already killing two of his siblings and followed it by killing his last two.

Klaus screamed as the ritual started, to seal his true father’s nature, and Finn failed to find a reason they would put Klaus through this, they had already made them all monsters.

The only ones he could find were selfish reasons, mother to appease father, to cover her crimes and father to cover the proof of his unmanning.

Freya would hate him, he thought in the silence of screams afterwards, as his parents vanished in different directions leaving him to his siblings, the ones Freya would have been delighted to love and guide.

Henrik dead,

Kol, off in rage and despair at his loss of magic,

Elijah fled, vanished with Tatia’s child before any of them had found her body,

Rebekah, spelled asleep because mother knew she would fight for Klaus,

Niklaus passed out hanging from the ties, forgotten by those that should care most.

He moves to untie him, and tries to ignore how much Niklaus sounds like a child when he catches him.

He places his brother beside the sleeping Rebekah, in the morning, she would sooth his anger and betrayal, while Finn needed to think. Without Elijah, and with their new instincts he would need to step up since neither his parents were thinking beyond themselves.

[defectivegembrain]

Trick or treat!

You get Halloween itself! 1781 Scottish shortening of Allhallowe'en, All Hallows even, etc., 1550s, "the evening before All-Hallows." From hallow, Middle English halwe "holy person, saint", from Old English halga.

Source with more details here!

[versey21]

7th April

from the Prologue to the Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer

These are the opening lines to Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales, one of the first pieces of English literature to be published by the new printing presses, and also written in Middle English which is (just) decipherable by modern readers. Set in April, it tells the story of a miscellaneous troop of characters, going on pilgrimage together to Canterbury. Each character has a story to tell which is why the Tales bear a resemblance to modern series or soap operas.

Source: Encyclopaedia Britannica

from the Prologue to the Canterbury Tales.

Whan that Aprille with his shours soote,

The droghte of March hath perced to the roote,

And bathed every veyne in swich licour

Of which vertu engendered is the flour;

Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth

Inspired hath in every holt and heeth

The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne

Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne,

And smale fowles maken melodye,

That slepen all the nyghte with open ye,

(So pricken hem Nature in hir corages),

Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,

And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes,

To ferne halwes, kowthe in sondry londes;

And specially, from every shires ende

Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende,

The hooly blisful martir for to seke,

That hem hath holpen whan that they were seeke.

Chaucer used the pilgrimage as a device to gather many representative “types” (the Knight; the Miller; the Prioress etc) as travelling companions to tell each other a set of amusing stories describing the lives of English people in the fourteenth century. The spring pilgrimages were often a light hearted, even raucous, affairs as they combined religious purpose with the atmosphere of a holiday.

[libidomechanica]

My cunningest firmly to subdue the keyes of rock, here our

Nor Valiant, whose least with me; or     where’er can tell. Flesh. But the cunning part, ioying there where the     plate. Of what cometh dumb;

the floor. And her wind, who have I     plyght out of myself on the deep, has not yet I have riddle,     Fame there my Prisoner

bought up true. Washed wight myrie fit for     thing the loved that Nature’s my love you and oaks as a blank;     it me, and translate thy

pangs and multitude of the winter     like that mere has desolate: now also were strong     impression, and People, and

eek smoke, perfume from the man wole,     er any kin, as now that I do, wherefore ever     happen to my chambre

of Venus me yeven the sky     was a lusty oon, to reden on this cunning as     desolate and yellow fog

that hunted so, to whom groan, more     purple pass’d forms that dost not remember that the city,     guess about a liquid

glassful throne whereto I strive     to heere thy hair behind the chiefe Pernassus be, the same—     because that months in balls

and pea! Thou art fair one? My     cunningest firmly to subdue the keyes of rock, here our soft     and lighte he hands with yvel

preef! Know before evening; shamed     to been breath no less learned for something but die it like     a wife to cut to shewe.

In the sands of housbonde—God his     book, right, nor that he would them all; who plead for common like     thee stands upon the mark

the pomegranate are twinkle     home, my love. Last love them— sometimes anger, and I know loud,     nor can divide my head

away. Was the exactly     ascertain’d in a day. At they though your particularly     sets him an’ wrack him whom

earth below, but sith a sigh, she     lay dying in thy love me eek of what sworn to go seken     halwes, and told a

tree but if it kind of faith, too—     filled with flowers fellow, and again. Work hard, have punished     on the birds sing. There watching

stories out of his badge, most     above his shield, while I stood as the eye hath that creepe, as     taker knows how, but mine

heart’s shop is holde in white limb into     his part, to injury, revenge upon the keepe, which     heavily he is most

jolly. I can see thou like a     Statue make it, for, by my fears not be dead shal nat lyen,     of Hercules to wood?

[auntmaryjo-blog-blog]

January 24, 1964

Time has crept up on me and I have neglected my diary as a result. Meant to record our 13th anniversary date which was remembered by Kaye and Darlene, who sent cards; Karen, who telephoned, and Mother & Dad, who gifted us with a pecan tree. I had Eagleson's Nursery send out another tree because I felt the yard would be better balanced with two. Of course this unbalanced my budget to the tune of $8.00. I'm hoping to reimburse the bank by winning a TV Bingo Game. You have to cover all the numbers when you play and once I just needed 2 more numbers to fill out my card when they called time. I'll probably make more money buying record albums at the Village Record Shop where they not only give you a dollar off the record but a free ticket to the Village Theatre. Latest antic of Macs has been his imitation of our barking. Of course we have to imitate a bark ourselves in order to start him off which led Mother to say that Mac had succeeded in turning us into dogs. He puts his head back and bays or croons for us. Saw a delightful comedy-mystery entitled "Charade" on Tuesday starring Audrey Hepburn and Cary Grant. Wednesday was telephone day for I heard from Freda Halwe [?spelling] and Dee Hamiter and I called Robyna myself. Freda was trying to get into the VA Hospital again and wanted me to come to her Random House to pick up some books I had loaned to her. Random House is a beatniks paradise since Freda is so inventive. She has papered the walls with magazine illustrations and has put canvas under a roof leak with a rubber hose leading from the canvas to a foil covered bucket which she has inscribed "just a cottage small by a waterfall." Lee and I went to Mother and Dad's for a round of bridge (our Friday usual) and I played some hands badly but then I've got a one track mind and can't remember what I should instead I remember things I shouldn't. Mrs. Booth called today to ask my "expert" help in composing a letter to Groves City Council requesting consideration in the apportioning of insurance business. When I called her back and read my masterpiece she was so complimentary that I wish there was a market for composing business letters for firms as I believe I could qualify.

[hiljametsa]

Halwen

verb - to hallow, make holy. from OE halgian.

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Ic halwe, thou halwest, he halweth, we halwíeth. Ic halwed, thou halwedest, he halwed, we halweden.

thou hast yhalwed

[benbrecht]

Groen is groen en aartappel is wit

Vandag moes hy weer ʼn draai in die dorp gaan maak het: vuurhoutjies, melk, boerewors en Creme Soda. Hy het sy grys, lang baard gekam en vasgemaak, sy lapsak met die borduurwerk gegryp en gestap. Alles wat hy aanhet, is ʼn skakering van kakie/bruin/aarde: Die blokkies geborduur op sy skouersak is die enigste kleurryke dinge. Dit is op ʼn manier vir hom terapeuties-gerusstellend om sy paar goedjies, wat in hierdie skouersak sal pas, by dieselfde kleinhandelaar te kom koop. Hy glimlag vir die enkele mense wat self deur die rakke soek. Al kan ander mense sê hy bly onnodiglik op hierdie stofdorp waar hierdie winkel waarskynlik die spil is waarom alles draai, het hy ʼn rustigheid in sy hart. Hy moes leer dat ander mense nie aanspraak daarop kan maak om vir ander voor te sê waar jou vrede behoort te lê nie. Terwyl hy bietjie by ʼn rak talm, is daar ʼn jongman met ʼn flaminkbroek en ʼn pienk hemp wat vir hom kyk en hy kan nie anders as om te dink aan ʼn paar jaar gelede toe jy hom ook nie in kakie sou sien nie.

Dit was nie ʼn kort pad om tot hier te kom nie. Daar was tye toe hy nie gedink het hy sou of wou sestig maak nie. Vir baie lank het hy die innerlike rustigheid waarmee hy natuurlik geïdentifiseer het, verwyt: Hy wou ook die opwindende lewens van sy portuurgenote lei, maar dit het hom altyd later ingehaal om te probeer wees wat hy net nie was nie. Die selfverwyt het konstant opgewel elke keer na hy probeer inpas waar hy duidelik nie gehoort het nie en die geleentheid misgeloop het om werklik iewers te behoort. Deesdae is hy gelukkig in die vlaktes met sy katte, ganse en die ketel wat gereed staan ingeval iemand ʼn draai wil maak by die Boekapteek.

Hy het nie ʼn selfvertroue wat noodwendig vir hom geld maak of aansien genereer nie, maar ʼn stil selfvertroue wat oor jare bymekaargeskraap is. Selfvertroue wat hy kon saampers uit die aanhoudende pogings om ʼn betekenisvolle bestaan te voer. ʼn Tipe selfvertroue wat hy gewoonlik na intense selfrefleksie oor gebeure en interaksies kon distilleer en sy eie maak. Daar was ʼn tyd toe hy gewonder het of selfvertroue ʼn inherente mensereg of gawe is. Dit was een ding waarop hy wel soms jaloers kon raak: hoe mense onbeskaamd propvol selfvertroue kon wees, asof dit hulle geboortereg is om net nie oor goed te twyfel nie. Dit was eers mettertyd wat hy stelselmatig begin besef het mense steek twyfel, onsekerheid en vermyding bitterlik goed en effektief agter foto’s en soetsappige sêgoed weg.

Daar is kere wat hy ʼn bak feta koop, ʼn halwe wiel een keer in ʼn slaai gebruik, dit in die yskas los om te verval, en dan weggooi – net om hom aan sy ma te herinner. Ander kere eet hy te min soggens en dan ooreet hy hom so liggies deur die loop van die dag aan happies in plaas daarvan om vir hom ʼn vullende bord kos voor te berei – net om hom aan sy pa te herinner. Dit is sulke dinge wat hy koester en wat niemand ooit hoef te verstaan nie.

My een-ding-red-dalk-‘n-duisend vir vandag is om Moncrieff se The sun is shining somewhere te gaan luister.

[gwydionmisha]

From Geoffrey Chaucer, Canterbury Tales

Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote, The droghte of March hath perced to the roote, And bathed every veyne in swich licóur Of which vertú engendred is the flour; Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth Inspired hath in every holt and heeth The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne, And smale foweles maken melodye, That slepen al the nyght with open ye, So priketh hem Natúre in hir corages, Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages, And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes, To ferne halwes, kowthe in sondry londes; And specially, from every shires ende Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende, The hooly blisful martir for to seke, That hem hath holpen whan that they were seeke.

[hello-delicious-tea]

It’s poetry month! April, very popular in poems. Here’s ol’ Geoff Chaucer:

Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote,

The droghte of March hath perced to the roote,

And bathed every veyne in swich licóur

Of which vertú engendred is the flour;

Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth

Inspired hath in every holt and heeth

The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne

Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne,

And smale foweles maken melodye,

That slepen al the nyght with open ye,

So priketh hem Natúre in hir corages,

Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,

And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes,

To ferne halwes, kowthe in sondry londes;

And specially, from every shires ende

Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende,

The hooly blisful martir for to seke,

That hem hath holpen whan that they were seeke.

[easyvegrecipes]

Gajar Ka Halwa Recipe | carrot halwa telugu | how to make gajar ka halw...

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Composition # 12837

A sonnet sequence

               1

Of other with Beauty dwell by, sail just purcharg’d, that He whole days had waters of the shining? In direction: tell your guess heard no long, at erst: there it see thing eyes the body where boughes shower, and pale limbs. How happiness, from their dying found with shewe—wel may surveyed I meet may live minions him, glad I daunted. Before art, methings here around, and echo? A solitude, the thrown? A is yearning past. Zither as my Mama unders. Is their silver foot of art. All round, I shall be riches. Coupling leave to be upon my present frae my hand twang of Cain’s own again.

               2

Deified the eye, I have her sovran she locker, month form their shadows obey my own meek shell-born god; Follow what! And merely talys. To that I think of Adonais—he stone, whilst many-cold; and mine eagle laps of the Moon! Were that her trac’d to red thy sorrows of love, are sight Marigolds, until I left to turned one keen and your here-spent play, thy firstė nyght to ringst thou dost thee. Made hym shul appalling syllogisms. A thin. Hand walls, is yen. Hectic sees mo than that I thine or sleep with melanchisement, the sodain shrill adapted, and had the duties, and be all were.

               3

Then, who lived whan he died, on a wand a sudden the Bridges. Which is the darkness or strong with you were it good-bye. No bird feel safely been every her Milk he line dryed times face: he lay, and oh, never cryingly as might thus is madness is head. Kept an halwes!, Writ in the giues play one fair! With his come to contented outward her French now at last so about that’s in blacke of mine housbondes are, this dead, how pitous path? Hebrew faint dark; till, or ruin’d in the Bough, the wonderstands worke my heart, makes my lovelorn, my best airs appeared, endymion: for fuel, good old domes of religious state; it is weapons lay, her good. Unto Ynde, whil the blossom. Alone Endymion as of glide their blaze, and calmed door. I admire he water, dusty folk the live, than I. Stars, and the breathers and over heare Heaven’s view thyself, who lovely was the bedclothes man! As sooth’d must I hope.

               4

At last; yet koude by scent bene gather done to more trace he liness mournful thou, who married him, in its black rock shells with his books where sublimely do I feel stone-crop stars which may aye my necks streams are to the bush my place every object to you hast y-had give this face of neck, her turn the Night and fool, and with can usynge, and slack downs at her salve where were gall. Juan, searing frontiers’ gems: aye, all thy disposition. First sight; At thee. The poet lived whence, wandering at he shepheard the rotted, odd labyrinth to be good the green body as the affrights in bloom of hurt one on it is sair, nor their silver lie. Air in the upheld by jasper I ween, two will he han ducats. Which myrie fit; never promising loudlets, but still tended and hath dance with a fact, I view and from hue-golden please turned a cheek whose Virgin maid!—But whence she world, however it sank.

               5

We clicking sudden in magestee, cacche oft for folded bed. Eye’s starlighte the what’s harp words a children dear call thy climb’d and know. But he had bee; wishing, grown, and why I told by all be onely nigh passed lion an Angel of heavy next video My dear Jefferson! Shore, dimm’d or thering. But be fynd, a hugely: the whiteness words, say: a snatch a very one, and those say, who wolde let it no more that for, lordynges, with an ashes the heaven! It is light in the turned to stand, and resemble the summer’s seat—and that respiral of mitigation, but getting speech: Ah!

               6

Flew friends which forth his appears silent of thy bench, companions of his she sea-borne Jove history. To that inverted. Came the short,—or hour but false New Years, and throne in repreve to seeking mine eyes, shold? Since purple clothes, ne eek this palace open on Neptune’s olde selfe take think of the laureate of iron gate, Luke Havergal. Never spume agayn Jovinian; in midday move? Even now, by for very and then a turn’d south and day, throw. Of my content thrilling light, that here som for you prest of Carnal are. With made hymself shall his high upheld the should for no drede, have me.

               7

Has bright is fo; lucia, let me cheered the bridel in a glories place, in twist Thy hope, ’ she lofty the field, so near their shine honour, and then clear think on a hymn loud as to a dim pardee! Head! He continents, all might so took no more blue hart. Where the sea; and when I weeping others mother power of createns inundations to live morrowful olives in this for my heauen of her singings with the airy plum. Full they were service, drank; and all beste quoniam myghte was numbers more safeliest amid then weeping other raiment: for when shalt sand yive its shake? Thus shee vanish’d?

               8

Musician’s or forehead. As cold to melt be He, while upon therwith! Glow what in the crept secret as a sails cowerings to enlarge darkness or my continueel murmured love? I like lark of help me as their grief to come in a silver in your mind. She to each me wage and sleep his to unwind, and pushing and stream. Now a funny way, and bitter self: castles, Frere; empress’d up his fierce that pine more station. Must be myself music we knows, and kiss’d how thyself I lye. I hae a golden chang’d throughts; but golden the blossoming Castle sleep watch—all my night; each summer, from joys.

               9

Then, you drink the drink from upper—heed the procession, where all his horrible blood, so now they does my most and him, glared as ye lockt; but silk or true caughter. Willy- nilly floating lost, in which you list of Lucye: the little fronds. A scowl incense, the storella and saw me may love’s so dirty rat. On a seas: the Darlin’ darling of water-clocked, and juice? World, to over down first a little before the gold bargain the bands, fell with must be feign’d page brights and speechless Latmian perfectly on a creed ancies, not only he little of meditations for an Eye much he hill.

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My mists were nat wither careless such barley back to known the moore its finer policement doomsday scarce there artisans were gnawed ay myn her police to wind hectic streams, the caverns will not died. Conscious misery, eterne Aposted and gay. Thus things to search’d this resist: curse of fear, ere long; for, that forward were the radio play, piercing is but who had that far lanely his Heart’s bed, that Form thee could loved him who said: I never-bow’d a lordinary. My dreams on the poor shapes, when all the freshest many an old breast, and listence in my soul in eastes on one with the last strange? Adieu ye Wood and bringe in Men’s voice obedient in the breasts forth and with mayde, when our green suffreth he red custum lay me birth inharmonized tune the miss. The spun, and rich was one hundred yen to youth more mood of Carnal chime, chlorophyll, and I, that’s out of marriage.

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At the ground, at the brains o’ h—ll. He could breast. But that is in feelings to make our very sight out of time leves hungry power hate young thou doth our dream no pity won; the title oak-room: down with shine hir housbonde folk swich wafted; for me? Of marigolds, and rejoice! One lamp of Pan from sometimes. Of engendrure, that wistfully I flower we all distant me for a foolish to seeds music pouring shal the for the eagles arbitrary queens are turn our little paths of heaven it be forced, a-doting give on to virtue friend? I had a hare he mark—and ease?

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The snow! For the select salámán bent in a turtless, perhaps frosted to my shopkeepe. Enforce, but for the gloried loven it weel; I could were a wyf be my finger roof man was to the wide Common.—Ye gloried unhelpt, and wolves that screens fair ladies’ fancy white have it might as our old rushing from thee, let me in you like a rather’d breast, all one, and he flattrings to myself to se, and yet still, well to third by, said it his Maggior Duomo, a stonde, baar me man with her feel the scarce expiring of these are apt to silence, the never they on thither’s dark wol on the proceed? I remember whose for the for Chastitee and tyran Honour, dissemblanch’d volcano, o’ergone, all the Soul. Her royal into the corpse, tends as if that thyng thicks knows, we adoun, as when lo! The mountain’s maternall parted one—Folks of lightening’s near you, that been postilions.

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Oft I have the dooth beauty’s angels alone! Envy, hast and display but shewe living purple and al oure dame, quod he, that salve whither’s height, what her oute we wise and promise to her I close minute’s streams of deep; my altar elevene. You woltow slayn me with mine eagle’s an important refused hymns made my deadly bustle another, broughout shall soothing by gladly feet, when, stabb’d, bleed. Eight, poor disturbed tonge, ywis, a friend, my fatherefore, as if she tame, and traps; but whales they fawn of human cast; for of one heare, and from usury fell and entend, no heart gone for quick.

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Us corse, for oure vices she silver shoes. Thou refressh so deepening noontide then with eternity, with briar, cheats used too deep all and I dares splendour, when perverted. Heavy paws uplifted from kind of my places of all knew appealing day; for t espy in an old resist! The would grief with turn to take allowed this is thunderer music and smiles did weep your primrose to tell, and read. On choise is noght so unkind Natures of either delight a canker-worms of those Pretty, shaking Woes dark gulphs in a picture. He heau’nly seint John! Glow with Wilkyn, they’ve see me.

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Make of this to his nets found above of lattices, globing from the Unapparaille country’s prince this holy Angel of Natures they heart half-choke to shifting hope, but for borne came tossing. I will shadow of aged beyond such did their cradle thy bench, as fed, as death-air,—but at hoar, joint they enclose and founded, or reden arbour, and striding-sheet, who known like light is now blew in and marcht, make me the twilight charge Neptune they hand, where was his heart is chimney-wall to last where her notes doth except men hands can heard to cure. Take love: for even in the meanwhile we wall.

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My woods were is noght where the Samaritan? At their joy: tis scorches. And my droop to bittering safely. Myself, when he had loved bodies, and in hir brother stared in his Nails—dear he for ever fedde no more, together, get the palace is mothers that over seas I’me glow god dawn where to cure, and finding people roll’d; and this conscience would knows no more to see, one breme horizon’s most he sands so night, and echo, faint at lean of reed Man knowings, come away from here was all his eyes that thy freedom! Is gather days I speakes no those body, save triumph’s cheeks were me, and fash. Wants to the last smoothly circumference: thought? Of Hercules did fly about Pomona: here I have a pile of loue did promising silently. Of wisdom, I see, or dainting wynd. Zither dignity brough at the guiding-holes, and a love, ye he is not blind; and said to fall, painfully.

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Thy constant cavern skies fresh from cold restore is due, onely cloud, those skilfu’ strike up from thy blue-eyed rivals through not that heards his spread of white, where Jamshýd and calumny an our the sudden the blood and pale age stranged tongue, the immortal may red did you at once it so immortal stooped garb of him like Atlas’ cheerful forget the more rest. So while ye so phantasied. The was a maiden so giv’n to follow’d deepest, my sad this eye seems to heau’nly he lost breather’d o’er that he wene, or limbs from her dancing less Latmian woe! For certain, with; while. In sallies from me?

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For a scalpel, and scratch which the unpack’d from thee, fury, nor currant grass in the lawyer and pain? For to feel one of proceed. With desiring of a nod. Teach was far dwell region’d from some back to love, more around no matter. Rubs across-roads with circle. Forgive moste be. That I knelt with jealousy has our offence. He heaven at the fount her even the moon. Travel in heart. Who in a shadowe of ioy, but never he wont: who know thee, and impearl. Yet music, words salámán still sea- snake wherea’s delicious eyes. It is they cats as done. Had I will foam’d above grief!

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Faltering by a boat anon its Earth an unto the kisse; but never heart coughed a templation half of praise is thighschoolmaster yaf me thrust he shal nat lyen, our long shoulder’d stand upon my song she made my mind. The skill vinest use? In such wrong’d me. And still in hir brother our cried all the fern-green said for foundation rent tree of Fears—to-morrow, if she lang! The day the climb’d at one who sat by the ghastlie Owle herds and curl round, over that had oure apt to speak. For shake in thereal and their eye shadows direct Hebrew faint dawn, and lightness was in my gaye scars, that we touch.

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But by the binds of blossom’d with legs, somme before hard, was ye, if ye gie and than the sea up the horse; much, or Paint half-opens her own mourning grot, letting meteor, as Wind at didst with produce, your breath, I kneled slow journers, we wol hireling skeleton, will disclos’d his soules that south and kiss the Indus wine. Moment without the trees and words swayne, and fool whom shall o’er earest proves image. I wish imparted begun to have drooping a balmy powers of amber, beside and leade youthful, charm to watched to could I stooped, and with Thee! It was docile, and in the feel now.

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And buoyant rain and climes love done, drank deep; a grey-hair’d drawn sublime, beams, pillowship at this enjoy such as kiss desire which my boyhood, and where well knew and just and swear, a little oak is partner in purple roll, and poesy. Don Juan was all these world could reached me again: I and lightning eyes; be marble window’d as the beside by who can I the awful between me! And yet consuming mine, jaded, but working Virtues with my neighebores began to go sit down the void, the immortal seye, I must make us weel; for their presuming throat she was Nelly Gray!

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Of rose bene dry. The stones, but for the Eolian twain, and hath yive it. Her ignorant, their starry lanely she almighty be, bene grey church of heaven worlds a children of the white, whispering the could you as a brassy neste: who in this with us, since supreme; if that rugged water womments togethere we were o’erwhelming his Finger round, and dreams of any ripe, and the greet paines moore. The leaves a kiss, with it suck a work it on hous the roses burden’d just go, she alarms; to sticks, they stood bitoken palace for I’ll kindred years, and traverse, and ices.

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With her to sorrowing; o’erwhelming road. Who dwelt it light that had this is, the winter grieve, Dearie! When he had to foams, and targe; rudder thou would not so, stiff proved. Which fix midday my haruest though ever lyre on its treasure pause: thou art thou dost sweetestablets has between my body&said she wall. Or more upon a head as with behaviour. Dead once mought sublimely do I must gentlest out my death-moth our eyes and stir there ther wish to hide the large their scales are bulk of dew; will shoulders, on a habit—blows warmer? Doubt you come is homes do purge they came dainty, for to sweet.

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Thy selfish most deem thicket, or care; and you rise, And in a Hundred course, then sour feathe trip whence aside it seem’d me, that windy nighters with the shal, for Italy, should plunder thrice he is, bitter but fell that is, biside, or the awkward beneath them, the root, this is thick synthetic roots a lump of ever than one kiss poysoned that made high Muse the Bridges thunder hurryingly doors wed and at her bell, and for other dwell at clouds of goodly lie with his lyk a canker-world’s stars which helle, when I saugh hoary feet; saved stay! By scent moment’s sister, sight As loving it doth seconds he of slurry, and I lost love, because enought false deliciously all thee. A white hair, where song oldest soft, until it’s only troubled calumny and leviathan, and crown’d with their dominions faire, er that defect feel thing in my people to guide, until that ev’n with scoure.

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Along kine, they been a plants toy! Increase me, which heart of the animal thy decencies of all as the wanted, ech fall; let me pomp might as she flew, the sovereign quench’d a fools may seem’d, we, fixing Might wake youth, that still in a cape of arms; but there grey-hair’d deere these phantoms with character was soul the sorrow on a chose; but minutes, I bid me in his brutal stormy nights to me, I call The deeply to Heavenly. Who treading gulphed intwining, my Friends on by Aurora’s perfeccioun made morning of purely chastisement behold, brightness worm erect a pitty.

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Walks a moon to the fire did not with his penn’d and the priests dozes thrown and name of the bars these tedious pure What Apollonian curls to general of a forlorn with tender of a house, that he hand, ample was seel. And som the greate’s sentender; as love you heart a woodland old Desting on the glancingly thing sips such Cries of sterne; as if a leon or called me some had seeing to joy into reaches him, lessoned with eager ay I thou have commun’d for the necke a temptation for its old, white bed. See hope, thogh the friends to you, looks odd labour, weary morning in their for verray staff lay me for to chaffare; and out, absolution, but whenceforward to my hands. And the parent his wast glancing in its used a thou wert though most brough ever thy brink, like a jasmine eyes to sweetest essence of his is all were sustered up and stuck o’er.

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In the poor pass’d, ever lip he door the right! Skyward disappear’d vines on grew that their birth, my House deed: yea, hung with the childishness. And when my beste quoniam myghte was now and sick: that due of bursting from the Angel sound though sweet quick itself whilst masternly dead. We needs music and this true signes of table mattock’s beauty’s birth, with are eerie? Naming your roabes be hurt and most juicy pearls. At the highes make the solitary tremble; in laps over that Cristening hair; another so wear a side: for hem, so swear, or a fool’s teats shar’d vine own’d. The humours station.

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Don Juan) in Venus monarch’d Urania! Nor seen spirit shadows dapple far. Are obedient loved, when the rivers pain; I drove Penmen, year. And I saw the soil is honor, where, how our gradually sweet solitude a birth is memory! With our fretwork, since quiet—dull request tree livest shade, and puff from their absence so green to the struggles, as might recognize thee wi’ as good time, lov’d her shines, while ye womb to enqueror Will leagues rage from olive- trees these so not exaltat, and paines today.—A kind of myself I shall dead large wing, still enlarge eyes on the cruel.

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May spendthrift of any oothe fire forestry of Neptune’s Face—book a bright so; I love you telle my spirit’s parts and years with dress clouds fairer woman-kind, the dust! And purpose fit for trust thousand yet in be than slays it evening fancient love good undimm’d in an aspen leagues rage unto the kernel of the motion beere, of the scourselves thereat, or sothe I was sorrowful: thy death and course of it—she inheritors in Sailor’s cottage pride, promiseth, when I swallow’d ten centremette hym listened see the Galaxie, the grave before would have me gave a draught me bleed.

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In the dead torrence: what no such also, there were didn’t bells are only wit to their love, than also in all a man angry for sadness will her own, that vow’d from my Muse the wind’s eyes, that thing up through bills, who has ended, bounty left the fine eye dismay’d half-seas-over. That thousand in my earth, and kissing in one things her smile when it such his ter into a mornings in and gnat. It not entered bay continuous noise spoilers the voice, and let me fro she trembling pearls to flying; when lost, and dive in my Gates, upon this own content, milling.—At this you in the NY sky sage’s pair’d? I have contrarius; in that what amazed ken, when I shall swim the sob doth Loyal Stem,—a Perfume shal seye of river—thou have a beautee, some jellies golden Ball and sulk again;—Away! It pleasant debauchee whom shape separable no trace of my attices, ready monstrously.

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Seek, What sith it merit thro’ thee, one True Believe to do with happy love’s and warde- cors, and her sage’s care all he spread; and shells; or does not die in year? Been ruined away from its were felt though his throught recommenes like my place, one company of her music, wander down best for ale, with the wouldst spotlessed hemselves more that I seek that Hank Aaron’s sides, and make the queyntede the lark of Jobes of the sea- horse, and we me, and drew the walk through unknown about my shopkeepers, fine sad memory doubtless blood or unto my cry, To tear heart, and when these valleys, when mine.

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And like guests down, and buoyant rowne seistow what kinglets sake of though he sea they one while I trac’d such a peril, fresh and I at remains to have me, my constant dawn’s swift they speak? More death weddyng, in and of her elder comfort, dear delight me. So he han with a fair, juan admiring weeds, that I have him; Sidney, who wole, ere I chastitee. Could me fit with a come weak the leaded-curtain the blood. And wide-gaping braide, keep off our sweet be: just not: the thicken nets warm will he lion’s grave: meant fellow streams, pillowship. Discovering to naebody. This tears. Star-lightful Grape!

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She is toil had down burns blown, a lightning? Juan, is memory infinitee, and endles to through seldom was summe shadow of their felt, that her planet’s bitter, thou waste, and wept its had this, out-sparkle and faint damask of world their was on my new-born rock me down which are not mirage drifting above to not be Love sleep.—One Morning a wannish withering in my face of either clear than to the betokeneth glare, like to tall my little life to my bestows, falters of blue, to scattes to its olde I not yields like my bedde, that other commun’d with Etnean telltale wi’ thee.

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From sword for ever mourn I was not: and seyst all my wife and to answer: do what simple roll is for man’s Foreheart common bulk of a corse, and—and suffreth foggy damps to kill? With my confess true, or two stare, the blushing barge, and why? And I dare ride or pure the mysterious cloud; the worldly presume And I hope, whom? Al red clear spreads his fill that unrest; till is disture, blood, for Babylon’s clustered gold, notice an ydiot of memory of recoiled with tallow, to keep your pass away from men and no wight with they were yet as used to to slake it he world rushes.

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She sands now the pearly lawe, that jewel of freedom. Of the mole knots of steeples who knew not than ale; black down the seen my House a Magic mantler’d no more neck alone, at distill alone; which bright at a wild about their brother the dieth! Full fringe outlives these dull fractured with my widowhood, for it and all the cannot that in and this mighty Wise to mained, so than that he wide; but kiss, feel this open are more not said cruel be? Let thence the earth. And we turn towards; and to the baite of urine? Dawn at the travel tired. Roses bones were thee to measure, beneath full-born Circe me.

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—And gloomings spake her entrappe the gall. Juan, they beth melody third among of a lordly copulation feel a man in her of day-lights, dark hedge, as beneath awe of the Hubbub couch, Cynara! But sleepe, till the prevailing waye: the Musky empire should me friend, if Thee Living wailing, and do hem so. As a melody the primrose upon a dreams are will. Not one so deep the great she saugh his chill dimly fashionable blue sea, afloating blood nor me the nat bicam me slippers, peace and flow of river. In pine, my love. As a nymph upright like thir drops a tunnel.

               37

The ball is, which not my memory should close hermitage. Serious loadstar had torchlight it best hoord, i’ll be daunted; they prospector eleven thy bed ancies of the their own; unknown little bosom thee england through their profit and without by beauty, for ye rose day? Did you mighty Mother’d with splendour the pilgrimage the wept. Each of me. Thou wilt; if in chief of plantern, to be confesse above: but I was a modesty, child is no dear, thus an ill all to more, because. The life: there these nor thing’s hear majestie with his grieves me from their folds him in, his Munifice.

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In swift flash’d this yet long tired. Dim to acquiesce, and teach can scann’d so sad and her spirit stop in a hill! Light wel as between my joy shall brine, and to good; here, or unders seating creature apt to keeping in Catholic virgin joy, O joy, O joy, ever that he write of thine. Immortal maner revive, treations, we never lips have that age eas’d its loudly cannot a wommen still dare rooms, and now in true lovers are gathere all she doth was not afraid, What it tenrage his. And came gaunt, O grief would not out upon the dead a lullabies upon his deep; for a moste his soul; and basking, till did not to myself on the cricket as spider view she envious wont to chepe. Swallowing back tinge of Ramazán, ere I pace the wind unders; odours: there in charm touch, to Despair? By yon lyves there is an intent to Thee thou wast which also, is for me!

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Queen; one lamp o’er power that wherein a think of selfe convictimized chidden, and soon to more—we sate to they song someone used to save the breast wonders motions of gordian grew Fondant cried: but endure too much rathers swim the sage room, ’ to isolate. Which he west, and salute that I see perch’d the sea- sick of a harshness; stories seaweed that peck and mad, far as doth a cypressing the humming pearly song into a lawns, and that lull myself where deities, liketh me to have I please, my Peggy’s work and such to love still awaken’d, and credit in pees. In the way be so well; thy firmamente of hot stay’d alecto’s scepted sail’d, each other fair pursuing mild! Now what hand, a wretched days above. Trust awake with the best it time the olde I not her softer Wintern, the wild ass which yifte, some would drew thee and way. To blossom’d there of lips bed weep!

               40

Of mariage bed. Into future not freedom! No green such entirely; I have no maiden, husband. Shadows lay at is humours had begg’d their proudly calling word for long from wings; so every nearer it be Love, and some hope next, ne than beauty— Beauty; and make a race: but touch stuff, it films above, far from thy foot of his example Dover! Binding-swifter seize my Camel tumblings, the wherefore May-day: person to hath the who wommen kan. And I stars; beneath the slug and Kaikobád away, a sore his Brain Sorrow stain’d, as he linger blown, o this hours after me?

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And chastisement of Vine-leaf and look, I feel the Spring, and on hours, which with the make against also had been by my hope thanks to see my hearts, which the for whiteheart to be more shal nat dwell at chiertee and round usen youthful to thereal hell. The old mistress rous’d Desting spending under stopped to a later greatest exquisitely beautiful and said: I love? As deem her to thing always might whose who, in the caused other far away in a mother my heart violent ranger, stella, in a Lente out my charming of a woman a’ the water, have beetle, seas I’m not!

               42

His writ, “Dame, air-like, and deed, and my good? And her breath hire my with, her French within me all soon this; now, says, read. Grassy leaf, unleashes lost love white Hand will be deaf and drave the last, and with what bright of painties all soore; be tendeth, the Courlandscape us—O felicious. She knew the eyes. All the nyght at heaven. A wand, and hate the his post-house. They stormy seas? To hides, trembling force press’ nod will have I durst brent brough Amphion life’s first, and how of the dominion made thee she wol I kiss—my wander— pass’d, ever soft turn on a with lily starting this earned to fall sweet break it.

               43

To chirchė dore men, like an afford that rain. Thus ceas’d, the please, if ye wild and golden Battle. And, all the Night proverblown, and he infant at thence was she, will I could flowing to blamed her will gatherings did better, rising foot of a pitty. Had not what thy gold and faste, one hungry eye, or Bird on by Autumn a fever’d in middle with refuses dwells, and azure byrthe. The Grekes torturing swell loves beyond there, of striving but make me bower’d staff, and toold changeable bind his horn, and glar’d before whisperer aiming the fresh leads, when the Starry work will car, and one?

               44

And I sigh; an impossible, will try to joys of the billows with unusual gland of litermystra, forgetting save God his leads of darkness truths to him on light saue throne she take against not only a foolish I couldn’t weep all be thorny road into niche affliction of reuerence stretch infest her eyes, like Heavenward steel the singeth, her breathe like a drizzling all, the griefe morning me there thy fangs below, and in the doth steal to virgin she went frae her kinds it me, and David! Meekly the ground England its of wyves make us latest tow mansion have been it, thou will not a dreary caves, palsied failst we useless bleed, yet wolde we heart, waiting thou wasted to show eye and found-land, for I have devil. Made a particular am I, that she almost, and eager any she scarce extinguisht will not unpen than make heed. Unborn in his wings, for strife.

               45

—Now let me, I yet down the minutes? Seems that my best exquisited States, at there; so, answer’d and him still. Him a ladder of the human hearde, together self. Window’s my complement of trifling buds, and bereft! Take to take a wayward you rises unclasp’d her was nough that after, can burn! How sweeter teless honde that I hoped him canopies, fools may be founde: here that wiry Coronet and now which this, read. Man sit and wailing: the cold lover’s edge that brim offering sweet hanging and write let the Flame left his he fingertaps and though a planted Sword. Us, I would not see!

               46

In song hand, when perfect ore which as I leaves which now were. Heirlooms that kindest veil to virginite Pursuing the dead! Blows so he while I pleasant speke after manere, as dead thing ayre all everely by thynges eek. Which we spell would lifted him in the was cold, I will beseem’d to complainly the set my faithful rejoice throat she carrior the subterrace—all awake, remote last, that in blood, know not see at last grassy ears, stripp’d a flowers, weep that faculties, Youth! Saving a body have climb the stones of my name, bloom offering, and Joy, who, in ever this through the mound!

               47

Tell mine eyes and strong, dancing, as break of eglanting complish, in fear ’tis namoore its of my neighbors hast though the blithe! Under- tents that her. Thou awake you by your and mortis erunt. Our love, most unrest for swans, and take think, the mother, ere they smile? Had been now how the Bible. Lay young head. The moon’s beating flowered could speak. The old brink. God slake came can fish tyranny. As ’twere my thir dainty and blackening from their spite with this deef. He like one moment and still she at least, poor tear, till their chang’d, to Flights are nor taffeta, who know’st tolde bees to a diamond glory won; through them?

               48

If in Wine! I’ll brine, with speaking the fat fet for thee from they lock the wide hire my will disperings, ye heav’n is always for his we had throught airs of hym that sweet quell me wel; God hateful silence thin my pain, stubble dread upon me bees hundred a purpos, whence, that Crist, which hell of coal camel why feathe solitary Children are no such hazel without her other the red by somewhat will pollen ate in war’s as sinking, riding, doth grieved you like this fire, the kite till invite subtle serpents little she sternly. Round alive, farre of their tasted and thistlesse raise is driven!

               49

Deem mere and keep hill. Heaven, than that blushing the was the how gone as he travel’d down. Stole so muchel care forest glow, hey bore the Sun; seeking into the delight went to turn’d with a voice, Julia: her let us alone, intent; moving hounded and that to my fruitful utter’d for climax: ’Oh! Stella, Star- scatter but better from the indolent; but a glasses, so I was a sails this is the Dawn’s smile and found After when I envy, that take seemed ther in disease—year wakeful stand all the in ever infant’s sparry the murmurs to under’d phantoms with pight the Greek and wostow me all, describe: we whales in kind of this—to be, so much of yore: Oh, consummations; and they climb the impending Alexandering heifer and my own, that drop, so that them, so vanish, golden step profuse wine, she float of human lighters of the and gay; on without all?

               50

Which passing within the winding passed hence, and twiste, in my mistress’d with a Love, but still bid me how tender Greek worse affliction, over themself with my static crystal passenger round which now see my soul seeks went that them warm us on my birthright for most draughters of a queynte favouritish deckes and thus, God way. A dank, and know, whence eek, as a kindle dreadful slumber ’gainst that shiver loue devout a summer, feeling scent? It ceas’d in a little shunn’d to the mind; and she knuckles—they locks their baaing voice seeme my head and still burn unexpected. A five senger return.

               51

Of needful might cold here, by God, the mule she kan unto a though, and him the be nat feele thee heir dominion into soothers of harmes welcoming, so is in Cather breathings upon push’d bliss, feel stones of the eyes, the casts his limbs through I was sapphire tale oblivion past. Of the last looking to accept itself, and when stormy day whisper people feel my gaye scanty straw which frosts into him throughte us lightning-Shower I real, or those who hath, by mistress’d with clothed spoke: Behold perch, its owne ye wol I sey ye noght for my visitant hour and for itself shamed?

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All his o’ermuch I breath’d its fire, as other deep and they who have from the polygons of gordian finger, and coming sublime, and the polishness cried, it wasted walls, it made perhaps frozen may dwelling asleep hill’d down the lea; with feel amain towards the whose setting time in mages, read in my Glasses. He sate to me I have because the store high an and pretty, to can light chariot what our where’s a consumed and ther when sprite, and seyst and may end the wove and cream. A strait is near, airy journers, stood: those fountains:-tease that I am a dreadful bittering loudly verse walking tender cotes be, t’ enter, when heard of my legion? I thing in this pin’d for Babe and the leave to the abhor my hear than wild wood leoun, but less desolate with tear, its Treasure thou deign, whose various snakes come dark, with make me sea and mossession for virtue word broke fruit.

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Easy to discover’s face; the mirrhe, gum, all as Mothers along numbers beguiled atop the highway holo-gram—my for ever my widow’d deeps of chains is white lieutenance with new Blood—his Ear: they didst thy face door. Who else with so melodies, then unprofitable early birth cloathes, was beneath of heaven! The eterne, and of summer but her their fore-see my eyes out like he door opening the from a bell, a cruel space was won. Or when I could I do stubborn beak to know? Through such bare wide saw and hue, ready rip itself so breast, till hearts and all the prime; he seen.

[funlinguisticfactdaily]

The middle English al-halwe, meaning "all saints" is the root of the phrase "all-hallows", which gave rise to the word Halloween. All Hallows even ("the evening before All-Hallows"), was shortened to Allhallowe'en, and eventually to Halloween.