#he’s like a beautiful artichoke

[pumpoen]

i never posted these travi here. wrist of bicuriosity

[runningquill-art]

“They came to the end of the rose garden, where the hedges grew thickest and stupidities might be said most freely. Where terrible incompatibilities stopped meaning so much, because, here amongst green boughs and the rustling breeze, they were just a man and a woman, meandering through a garden, being idiots about roses.

They found a seat on a stone bench near a fountain adorned with chubby Cupids. Granger curled her legs under herself. The rose in her hair was askew, so Draco reached over to fix it, expecting to do so suavely but finding instead that he was transfixed by a feeling of exquisite nervousness, the likes of which he hadn’t felt since he was a teenager. Granger breathed out a thank you. Her cheeks were pink.

They talked of things trivial and not, of roses and cupboards and scars and war and artichokes and fish pie. They looked up at the smouldering stars, and the nightbirds warbled their unearthly cadences, and roses dropped their petals in beautiful melancholy. An hour drifted by, and then two, and then three – though it felt like they’d only just sat down beside each other on this damp bench amongst the roses to witter away the evening.

The memory of that night would remain with Draco for a long time afterwards, moon-kissed and sweet. The light in her eyes, the taste of wine, the glitter of starshine in the fountain, the slow seduction of the roses.

Il faut se laisser ensorceler.” - Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love, Chapter 17: The Dinner/Draco Malfoy Almost Causes The Next Murder Sensation, by @isthisselfcare

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DMATMOOBIL art 36/40

[hotvintagepoll]

Dudley Moore (Bedazzled)— Part of the appeal of the Dudley Moore & Peter Cook duo was the contrast between long lanky drawling Peter Cook and short neurotic nasal Dudley Moore. And it works! What a weird little dude! (Was either of them particularly likeable? Maybe not. But funny!) A lot of his work comes a bit later than the 1970 vintage cutoff date, but not by much--60s and 70s were kind of the peak.  

Giulietta Masina (La Strada, Fortunella, Nights of Cabiria)—To me, she is the DEFINITION of scrungly little guy, always, but especially in La Strada. She is hilarious, adorable and heartbreaking all in one. She was born in a wet cardboard box all alone. She is the slapstick clown woman of my dreams. She gets called an "ugly artichoke" TWICE in that film (not true, very brutal, but quite funny - she's the wife of the director too, might I add). Her face is so brilliant, no one ever emoted like she did. She is Pierrot Hot, simple as. Gif of the exact moment I fell in love with her upon first seeing this film, if you wanna include it: [link]

This is round 1 of the contest. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. If you're confused on what a scrungle is, or any of the rules of the contest, click here.

[additional submitted propaganda + scrungly videos under the cut]

Dudley Moore:

Dudley became an unlikely romantic lead but in the 60s he leaned into his scrungliness big time

Giulietta Masina:

She's Italian, isn't that enough? No? Fine. She also won two Cannes film awards and is best known for her character in La Strada, in which she played a young woman who fell in love with her captor and witnessed the cruelty of humanity, but still never really lost her child-like spirit.

Masina has a wonderful impish, scrungly quality to her that made her perfect for her iconic Sad Clown type roles. She got tons of comparisons to Chaplin (who despite being handsome, certainly *played* scrungles) and goddamn if they aren’t true. Like yes, she’s obviously beautiful when glammed up, but even in promotional photos, Masina always has this weirdo quality to her. I could see her playing a strange little goblin sidekick to Columbo as he solves a murder in Italy. Even in Nights of Cabiria, where she’s ostensibly playing an object of desire, Masina carries herself with a gait usually reserved for old crones and character actors, (which only makes her yearning for happiness more tragic!).

[asbealthgn]

Eddie loves funerals.

Despite what some may think, it has nothing to do with an interest in death or the supernatural—though he does have that—and it has nothing to do with loving seeing everyone dressed in black—though that is always a plus. It doesn’t even have anything to do with that phase he went through in elementary school where he got obsessed with learning about burial rituals from different cultures and recreating them with his stuffed animals (that eventually ended when his teacher called Wayne to say that Eddie really needed to stop trying to embalm his friends). 

No, Eddie’s affinity for funerals has everything to do with the fact that they’re a guaranteed source of free food. 

It’s become a bonafide pastime. He keeps an eye out in the paper for obituaries and makes note of when the funerals will be. He reads through the obituary and may do a little extra research if necessary so he has an answer ready if anyone asks him about the dearly departed. When in doubt, he can always fall back on “He was such a fixture in the community” or “She always reminded me of my grandma.” 

Of course, he only goes to funerals for old people. Anything else would be too depressing. But for old people he can show up and hang in the back while some priest or family member makes a few remarks and then hit up the buffet without raising too many eyebrows.

Eddie strikes metaphorical gold when he cracks open the obit section of the paper and sees the name Maureen Harrington—apparently, one of those Harringtons, someone’s great aunt or something. She’d been living in Chicago but she’s getting buried in Hawkins next to her parents. The name alone is a good sign; the Harringtons are rich as shit so they’re definitely gonna swing for a good spread at the memorial. Eddie’s not even worried that she was from Chicago so he shouldn’t have any reason to know who she was, because the obituary says she was a romance novelist. He’s just gotta skim one of her books so he can pass himself off as a fan.

The day of the funeral is nice and overcast. Those are the best funerals. So atmospheric. He rolls up to the funeral home with his best mourning outfit—dark button-down shirt tucked into black slacks under his most serious black coat that just so happens to have plenty of deep pockets that are great for stashing food in. He claims an empty seat at the back of the funeral home chapel so he can listen to the service. 

As memorials go, this one is remarkably formal. Guess the Harringtons are all about appearances even in death. Eddie’s favorite remarks are from Elaine Harrington, wife of infamous businessman James Harrington, who manages to both artfully brush away nonexistent tears and work in that Maureen was never married and has a bastard son. God, Eddie loves rich people.

After the service, Eddie lingers in the chapel for a few minutes so it doesn’t seem like he’s only interested in the food. Then he falls in behind a couple of old men as they head for the buffet. Decent spread—there’s some sandwiches on croissants, overly fancy crackers with spinach artichoke, a frankly bizarre amount of shrimp cocktail. The dessert is the real star of the show with multiple overflowing tables. Eddie dishes up a little of everything, surreptitiously slipping things into his coat when no one’s looking. 

“Munson,” a voice says. Shit, did someone see him shoving all those brownies into his pockets? He turns and finds himself looking into the disconcertingly beautiful honey eyes of Steve Harrington. He doesn’t actually know Steve that well—they went to high school together but they didn’t run in the same circles. He just knows of Steve because he was the most popular kid in school, the King. And Steve probably only knows of Eddie because he was the weird fucker who climbed on lunch tables to yell at people. They haven’t ever spoken.

Eddie’s not gonna pretend like he’s never lusted after the King though.

“There’s no way you knew my great aunt,” Steve says. There’s no suspicion in his voice, which is a good sign, just confusion. 

“On the contrary,” Eddie says, “I was a big fan of her work.” It’s actually not even that much of a lie anymore. He tracked down a few of Maureen Harrington’s novels and they were surprisingly good for pulpy romances with shirtless dudes riding horses on the cover. 

“You were a fan of her work,” Steve repeats, clearly disbelieving. “I’m pretty sure the target audience for those books was ‘middle-aged women in loveless marriages.’”

Eddie grins. “Okay, first of all, how dare you insult middle-aged women in loveless marriages. Second of all—” He reaches into one of his coat pockets and pulls out the book he brought. “See?” he says, tapping the cover. “I like this one because the guy looks like me.” 

He doesn’t. The only resemblance is that they both have long dark hair. But cracking half a smile, Steve nods. “It’s uncanny,” he says.

“And the girl looks like you,” Eddie says. Weirdly, she really does. She has the same slightly droopy brown eyes and pouty pink lips. Her hair’s even the same color, her bangs swooping like Steve’s do. 

“Nah, she looks like Maureen,” Steve says, “And Maureen looked like a Harrington.” He points over to where there’s a display of pictures of the deceased, including one where she’s probably in her thirties. Sure enough, she looks a lot like the woman on the book cover. Looking around the room, Eddie realizes that he’s able to pick out who the family is because they all have those same eyes. Weird.

Eddie turns back to Steve. “My point still stands.”

He shrugs. “Actually though, what are you doing here?” he asks, “Funerals are the worst.”

“I couldn’t disagree more,” Eddie says, tucking the book back into his coat pocket. “Funerals are a great place to meet people.”

Steve lifts his eyebrows. “Not sure I agree with that.”

“That hurts, Harrington,” Eddie says, clutching his hands to his heart.  “Here I thought we were really hitting it off.”

That makes Steve laugh. “You’re right,” he says, “I was just gearing up to ask if you wanted to come to my dad’s old business partner’s funeral next weekend.”

Whistling, Eddie takes a step closer, resting his hand lightly on Steve’s arm. “Second date already? You move fast.”

“What can I say?” Steve spreads his hands out to encompass the funeral around them. “Life is short.”

[sionisjaune]

Neighbour AU + Mutual pining (mickcedes or brocedes please) 💙

[Trope mash up prompts] This might have to become a series, because I got 1k into this and realized I hadn't even gotten to the mutual pining! But here you go, mickcedes monaco neighbours AU:

After breaking up with his girlfriend of four years, Mick musters the courage to ask Seb for his realtor so he can get the hell out of his sister’s place. Gina is awesome—the best sister Mick could ask for—but it’s clear that she’s become somewhat peeved after six weeks of taking care of her older brother.

Seb’s realtor is a terrifying blonde woman named Britta, and when Mick meets her for coffee—black for Britta and a cappuccino for Mick—she pulls up a map of Europe on her phone, holds it out to Mick and says, “Where do you want to go?” 

Mick swallows. He has the force of his family’s bank account behind him, which really means he could go anywhere. He pictures himself in the UK, in Greece, in Norway, in a beautiful island cottage in Croatia and says, “I’ve always wanted to live in Monaco.” 

“Monaco,” says Britta, tilting her head in consideration. “We can do Monaco.” 

-

Three days later, Britta texts Mick a plane ticket to Nice, the receipt for a rental car, and a link to tour a residential high rise virtually. Mick opens the link and flips through images of a sun-drenched condo on the sixth floor. He’s not much of a designer, but he imagines a dining room table beside the french doors that open onto the balcony, a flatscreen on the wall of the living room, and family photos on the mantel. 

He could live with it, he thinks. I like it, he texts Britta. 

-

Britta holds open the door for Mick, awfully gentlemanly, and nods at the doorman like she’s already met him. The lobby is bright and modern, and a plaque made from sun-bleached driftwood reads BIENVENUE on the front desk. 

The elevator ride to the sixth floor is uneventful, Britta and Mick leaning against opposite walls. The floor numbers tick upwards on the LED panel above the door. Britta tucks her hands behind her back and assesses Mick coolly. 

“You know,” she says, conversationally. “If Sebastian ever treats you unfairly, you can tell me, and I’ll sort him out. He can be a selfish little man when he isn’t thinking straight.” 

“Thanks,” Mick squeaks, willing the elevator doors to open. It’s difficult to categorize anything Seb does as unfair when Mick still has stars in his eyes looking at him. It’s Sebastian Vettel, his dad’s protege. 

“I’m serious,” says Britta, fiercely. 

As if sensing Mick’s discomfort, the elevator jolts to a halt, and a ding signals their arrival at the sixth floor. Britta makes an after you kind of gesture, and Mick slips out of the elevator. 

-

When Mick and Britta are done touring the apartment, Mick accepts Britta’s offer to show him around the city. He’s been here before on family vacations, but not since… Well, that doesn’t bear thinking about. 

Britta locks the door to the apartment behind them, and Mick turns around to stride towards the elevator, and runs smack into another body carrying a box of something green.

“Desole,” says Mick, mustering disused French. He shoots an arm out to help the stranger balance his box of what looks like—asparagus and artichokes and various varieties of leafy greens.

“Pas grave,” says the stranger, clutching his box of produce to his chest. Mick pulls back, and the stranger transfers the box to one arm, using his freed hand to sweep the hair out of his eyes. 

The stranger is bright blonde with fine wrinkles at the corners of turquoise eyes like he’s older than his otherwise smooth features suggest. He’s dressed in linen from head to toe, a pair of designer sandals on his feet that Mick only recognizes from his mother’s beach wardrobe. 

Britta snorts behind him. The stranger looks past Mick and wrinkles his nose at her. 

The awkward encounter is over in a matter of seconds, and the stranger is brushing past Mick, presumably to get to his apartment, while Britta ushers Mick towards the elevator. Mick shakes his head clear while Britta pushes the button for the lobby. 

“Do you know him?” Mick asks. 

“Ha,” says Britta, a thin smile growing on her jaw. “Sebastian does. That’s Nico Rosberg, an angel investor in the sustainable energy sector. He lives in Monaco with his husband, a designer.” 

“Rosberg as in Keke Rosberg?” says Mick. 

“That’s the one,” says Britta.

-

A month later, Mick finds himself on a plane to Nice for the second time, his most important belongings crammed in a mountain of suitcases and stowed with the rest of the luggage. Seb offered to fly with him and help Mick set up, but Mick felt somewhat guilty for stealing Britta for so long and wanted to prove to no one in particular that he could make the move by himself. 

He retrieves his new keys from the front desk, and after an afternoon he has most of the important things assembled, which is to say a toaster, an espresso machine and a bedframe. He opens his laptop and half-heartedly scrolls through an online furniture store, but gives up on the third page of bespoke credenzas. He doesn’t even know where he would put a credenza. 

In the end, he wraps himself up in the one sheet he bothered to bring with him and passes out on top of the mattress. 

-

Mick wakes to a knock on his door. He experiences a fleeting thought that he’s still staying with his sister, and it’s her boyfriend knocking on the door to take her out for breakfast before he realizes he’s in his new apartment in Monaco and Gina is thousands of kilometres away. He flings the sheet off his torso, still wearing yesterday’s t-shirt and joggers, and slogs through the apartment to answer the door. 

When Mick tugs the door open, Nico Rosberg is standing on the other side, a basket of greens once again clutched in his hands. Another man, with a deeper complexion, stylish facial hair, and a face stacked with piercings, stands at his shoulder, looking somewhat bored. 

“Hi?” says Mick, uncertain. 

“Hello neighbour!” says Nico Rosberg, foisting the basket on Mick. “We wondered when you’d move in. I’m Nico, and this is my partner Lewis. We live two doors down.” Nico gestures vaguely at the other end of the hallway. “Lewis, say hello,” he sing-songs. 

“Hey, man,” says Lewis. 

“Uh,” says Mick, struggling under his new armful of kale and other vegetables. “Thanks? Can I…” he glances backwards into the apartment and notes the kitchen, which is empty of everything but the toaster and coffee machine. “Invite you in for coffee?”

Nico laughs ebulliently. “Of course not. We wouldn’t dream of taking advantage of your hospitality when you’ve just moved in. If you need anything from us, though, just knock.” He grins flatly at Mick, lips closed. Something about it reminds Mick of Britta. 

“Thanks,” says Mick. “I’ll just…” he breaks off. 

“Great,” says Nico, still smiling his flat smile. “Wonderful to meet you. I’m sure we’ll be seeing you around.” 

Nico spins on his heel, links his arm through Lewis’s and tugs him down the hall. Mick blinks, steadying himself, and nudges the door closed with his foot, hauling the basket of produce into the kitchen. He sets it on the counter and pulls back to scrutinize it. What the fuck is he going to do with 10 kilos of kale?

[the-mortuary-witch]

DEITY MASTERLIST (PART ONE)

THIS IS A VERY LONG POST, AND EVERYTHING IS IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER.

🌊 Ægir

God of: personification of the lcean, brewing, the sea.

Culture: Norse

Symbols: aegishjalmur and laguz rune

Plants: oak, polybody, and rose.

Animals: dolphins, whales and other sea creatures

Colours: blue, green, turquoise and other sea-like shades

Tarot: King of Cups

Offerings: singing sea shanties, seashells and pearls, cleaning up shores and the oceans, bread, sea glass, a bowl of salt water with food dropped into it, Anything related to the sea. Do not offer most beers as he does not like the modern chemical-filled ales, homebrew or local brew beer is better. 

💕 Aengus Og

God of: youth, love, poetic inspiration, summer, and healing

Culture: Celtic

Symbols: Venus, copper, and golden harp

Plants: basil, cinnamon, rose, jasmine, sandalwood, strawberries, mistletoe, violet, birch, cherries, elder, and sycamore

Animals: swans, cats, doves, and sparrows

Colours: green, pink, and red

Tarot: The Lovers, Justice, and The World

Offerings: red roses, strawberries, cake, chocolate, honey, wine, cherries, music, and art.

🧚 Aine

Goddess of: summer, wealth, sovereignty, love, fertility, protection, wealth, agriculture, the sun and moon, and Queen of the faeries

Culture: Celtic

Symbols: silver and white Items, meadowsweet, the moon, and midsummer

Plants: angelica, blackberry, cowslip, elder, orchid, fennel, flax, garlic, mugwort, nettle, oak, hawthorn, mistletoe, alfalfa, ash, agrimony, birch, broom, holly, lavender, meadow-sweet, and gorse.

Animals: red mare, horse, rabbit, swan, cattle, and bees

Colours: red, gold, green, blue, and yan

Tarot: The Sun, Suit of Wands, and Queen of Pentacles

Offerings: milk, bread, home-grown produce, cream, fire and candles, sunflowers, yellow glowers, honey, summer fruits, oranges, and bee-related Items.

⛅ Amaterasu

Goddess of: the sun and the universe

Culture: Japanese

Symbols: mirror, jewel, sword, and bow and arrow

Plants: chrysanthemum, cryptomeria, carnation, chamomile, juniper, marigold, rosemary, and sunflower

Animals: dragon-fox, horse, rooster, and wolf

Colours: yellow, gold, red, and orange

Tarot: The Sun and The World

Offerings: rice crackers, cooked rice, origami figures, rice candy, brightly-coloured Japanese food, and silk and other fabrics.

💃 Ame-no-uzume

Goddess of: dawn, mirth, meditation, revelry, dance, fertility, and the arts

Culture: Japanese

Symbols: antique Items and fans

Plants: moss and sakaki 

Animals: fox

Colours: pink, red, white, and yellow

Tarot: Three of Cups and Suit of Cups

Offerings: dancing, bells, silk ribbons, rice cakes, and dake.

⚰️ Anubis

God of: the dead, mummification, embalming, the afterlife, and tombs

Culture: Egyptian

Symbols: crook and flail, and mummy gauze

Plants: star anise, benzoin, cloves, cardamom, frankincense, myrrh, rosemary, cypress, and cedarwood

Animals: jackal

Colours: black, green, red, and gold

Tarot: Death

Offerings: cool water, strong liquor like rum, spicy foods, dark and bitter chocolate, strong incense, cypress oil, locks and keys, honour the dead and your ancestors, leave flowers on graves, support orphans and the homeless, and act as a guide for someone.

💘 Aphrodite

Goddess of: love, beauty, and fertility

Culture: Greek and Roman

Symbols: rose, pearl, mirror, girdle, anemone, lettuce, narcissus seashells, scallop shells, Venus, golden apples, the number 5, and mirrors

Plants: apple, linden tree, myrtle, pomegranate, myrrh, poppies, lettuce, rose, quince, ash, poplar, anemone, and artichokes

Animals: swans, dolphins, doves, sparrows, bees, and goats

Colours: red, pink, violet, silver, aqua, sea foam, and light blue

Tarot: The Empress, The Lovers, The Star, and The Suit of Cups

Offerings: roses, chocolate, apples, jewelry, beauty products, seashells, olive oil, honey, wine, cinnamon, art and music, mirrors, and rose quartz.

☀️ Apollo

God of: the Sun, prophecy, oracles, light, music, the arts, song, poetry, healing, medicine, plague, disease, protection of the youth, knowledge, and herds

Culture: Greek

Symbols: lyre, laurel wreath, silver bow and arrows, tripod, the Sun, and Sunday

Plants: laurel, larkspur, cypress, apple trees, palm trees, and hyacinthus

Animals: swan, raven, tortoise, serpent, wolf, dolphin, and mouse

Colours: gold, yellow, orange, silver, blue, and white

Tarot: The Sun, The Chariot, Strength, and Temperance

Offerings: red wine, olive oil, sun water, citrus fruits, honey, golden objects, feathers, lamb or goat meat, cheese, bread, sunflowers, laurel wreaths, and aloe vera.

🐕 Arawn 

God of: Ruler of Annwn the Celtic Otherworld, leader of the wild hunt, death, the Underworld, and justice

Culture: Celtic

Symbols: the Hounds of Arawn, cauldron, and samhain

Plants: reeds, cedar, cypress, ivy, honeysuckle, and sage

Animals: hounds and pigs

Colours: red, black, white, brown, green, gold, and grey

Tarot: Suit of Pentacles and King of Pentacles

Offerings: game birds such as duck or turkey, bread, honey, milk, mead, and ale.

⚔️ Ares

God of: war, courage, and battle

Culture: Greek

Symbols: sword, shield, spear, helmet, and iron

Plants: thorns, peppers, chilli, and garlic

Animals: serpents, vultures, woodpeckers, horses, and dogs

Colours: red, purple, and black

Tarot: The Emperor, The Chariot, The Tower, Suit of Wands, and King of Wands

Offerings: dark wine, whiskey, spicy foods, coffee, water, olive oil, red meats, frankincense, weapons, and learn self defence.

🌌 Arianrhod

Goddess of: fertility, fate, reincarnation, beauty, and difficulties

Culture: Celtic

Symbols: silver wheel, full moon, weaving tools, the zodiac, and Corona Borealis

Plants: ivy, lavender, rosemary, cedar, and pine

Animals: spiders, owls, and wolves

Colours: silver, white, green, blue, and purple

Tarot: The Star, The Moon, and Wheel of Fortune

Offerings: silver coins, white candles, wheat, fruits, home-cooked meals, salads, wine, water, hot teas, smoothies, and study the constellations and the zodiac.

🏹 Artemis

Goddess of: the hunt, wild animals, wilderness, childbirth, girls, chastity, archery, disease, and plague

Culture: Greek

Symbols: bow and arrow, quiver, hunting spears, animal pelts, lyre, torches, and the moon

Plants: cypress, walnut, amaranth, almond, daisy, willow, wormwood, fir, pine, thistle, honeysuckle, bay laurel, artemisia, fig, and oak

Animals: stag, deer, dog, bear, boar, quail, guineafowls, bee, and all wild animals

Colours: white, silver, gold, yellow, green, and blue

Tarot: The High Priestess, The Hanged Man, Temperance, The Moon, Queen of Pentacles, Knight of Cups, and Page of Wands

Offerings: red wine, olive oil, honey, water, almonds, walnuts, honeycakes, fruit, artemisia plants, arrows, dance, cypress, pine cones and branches, cider, game meat, protect nature and wildlife, always help animals and women in need, go hiking, research native plants and animals, and follow the moon phases and work with them.

❤️‍🔥 Astarte

Goddess of: love, sexuality, war, hunting, and power

Culture: Canaanite 

Symbols: chariot and Venus

Plants: lilies and coriander

Animals: lion, horse, dove, and sphinx

Colours: red and white

Tarot: The Empress and The Chariot

Offerings: lilies, roses, sweet cakes, honey, henna tattoos, and clothing stained with menstrual blood.

⚖️ Athena

Goddess of: wisdom, handicraft, and strategic warfare

Culture: Greek

Symbols: aegis, Gorgon’s Head, spear, and helmet

Plants: olive tree, ivy, cypress, and cornel tree

Animals: owl, snake, rooster, crow, and spider

Colours: blue, grey, white, yellow, and silver

Tarot: Justice, The High Priestess, and The Emperor

Offerings: olive oil, honey, wine, bread, olives, pears, olive tree leaves or branches, your handicrafts, owl feathers, snake skins, and weapons.

🐐 Baphomet

God/Goddess of: sexuality, demonic forces, wisdom, nature, balance, darkness, and pride

Culture: Demonic

Symbols: pentagram, head of a goat, human body with an animal head, pentacle, sword, key, male and female, and the words "as above so below"

Plants: rosemary, lilacs, irises, lavender, aconitum napellus, black walnut, and cacao

Animals: black goats, snakes, wolves, ravens, dogs, oxen, and black cats

Colours: black, white, yellow, red, green, purple, gold, and dark blue

Tarot: The Chariot, The Hermit, The Empress, and The Devil

Offerings: our time, meditation, communication, carving their symbol or name into a candle, any kind of art of them, being respectful, learning about them, candles, liquor, ropes, incense: dragons blood, black musk, frankincense, etc, animal skulls, bones, horns, etc, and dark or red flowers.

🛖 Baba Yaga

Goddess of: death and rebirth, fertility, and nature 

Culture: Slavic

Symbols: knife, oven, mortar and pestle, and the Sun

Plants: poppy, black sunflower, medicinal herbs, and rye

Animals: horse, hedgehog, snake, dragon, and cat

Colours: red, black, and white

Tarot: The Devil

Offerings: lavish home-cooked meals with russian delicacies and a beautifully-set table, caravan tea, and vodka.

💡 Baldr

God of: light, joy, purity, and summer

Culture: Norse

Symbols: the Sun and Sunday

Plants: mistletoe, chamomile, daisies, white flowers, ash, marigold, and St John’s wort

Animals: songbirds

Colours: yellow, gold, and white

Tarot: The Sun, The Fool, Death, and The World

Offerings: kindness to others, chamomile tea, apple juice, mead, and lit candles.

🌺 Bast

Goddess of: home, domesticity, women’s secrets, cats, fertility, childbirth, marriage, music, magic, sex, prosperity, joy, dance, healing, and pleasure

Culture: Egyptian

Symbols: basket, Ankh, the Sun and Moon, and perfume jar

Plants: catnip, vervain, cinnamon, and cannabis 

Animals: cat and lion

Colours: green and gold

Tarot: The Chariot, Strength, and The Sun

Offerings: perfume, salves and body scrubs, milk, meat, honey, gold items, chocolate, pastries, onions and garlic, bread, beer, tea, and taking care of cats.

🐉 Benzaiten / Benten

Goddess of: water, literature, music, wealth, femininity, fertility, dance, and love

Culture: Japanese

Symbols: Biwa, dragon, pearl, conch shell, iron, and gold

Plants: lotus, water lilies, and yellow flowers

Animals: snakes, dragons, and white snakes are her messengers

Colours: blue, silver, white, and yellow

Tarot: The Empress and The Suit of Cups

Offerings: money, water, rice, sake, gemstones, music and other creative arts, raw eggs, yellow flowers, blessed water, bath rituals, and seashells.

🧶 Berchta

Goddess of: psychopomp, spinning and weaving, abundance, and protector of women and children

Culture: Germanic

Symbols: keys, distaff, Yule, and falx

Plants: mayflowers, holly, evergreens, birch, and wild berries

Animals: goose, swan, goat, cricket, owl, and fox

Colours: blue, white, red, and gold

Tarot: Death

Offerings: herring, dumplings, alcoholic beverages like schnapps.

📓 Bragi

God of: poetry and eloquence

Culture: Norse

Symbols: harp and book

Plants: beech, fern, and lily of the valley

Animals: chickadee

Colours: orange and gold

Tarot: The Magician and The Hermit

Offerings: mead, poetry, and beautiful writing.

���� Brigid

Goddess of: spring, fertility, family, the hearth, childbirth, fire, blacksmiths,

scholars, physicians, prophets, healing, poetry, occult knowledge, and justice

Culture: Celtic

Symbols: Brigid’s Cross, candles, triquetra, faeries, four leaf clovers, cauldron, chalice, corn dolly, anvil, hammer, poetry, forges, hearths, and wells and rock formations

Plants: cinnamon, chamomile, blackberry, hawthorn, basil, mugwort, apple, heather, dandelion, snowdrop, willow, oak, shamrock, crocus, trillium, corn, lavender, and sage

Animals: snakes, sheep, cows, bees, owls, and hibernating animals

Colours: green, red, white, gold, and blue

Tarot: The Hierophant, The Lovers, Strength, The Hermit, The Sun, and Suit of Wands

Offerings: blackberries, milk, bread, herbal teas, heather, Brigid’s Cross, beer, apple cider, honey, baked goods, corn dollies, sheep’s wool products, jewelry or metal items, eggs, and cakes left on the windowsill at Imbolc.

❄️ Cailleach

Goddess of: winter, wind, the cold, creation, and transformation

Culture: Celtic

Symbols: hammers, hills, mountains, skulls, snow, wands, and waning moons

Plants: clove, lavender, apple, hazelnut, turnip, mugwort, pansy, patchouli, poppy, rose, rue, tansy, St John's wort, Witch hazel, woodruff, yarrow, elder trees, elm, pine, yew, gorse, holly, and snapdragon 

Animals: bat, cattle, deer, fish, goat, mouse, owl, raven, reindeer, sheep, spider, pig, and wolf

Colours: black, blue, brown, grey, silver, white, and yellow

Tarot: Death, The Moon, and The Hermit

Offerings: pebbles, hag stones, shells, feathers, and boiled sweets.

🌲 Cernunnos

God of: forests, wild animals, finances, the Underworld, death, hunting, balance, grounding and healing, transitioning into the afterlife, and fertility

Culture: Celtic

Symbols: horns, a torc, gold coins, and serpents

Plants: ash, bayberry, chamomile, cedar, cinnamon, heliotrope, holly, ivy, lavender, juniper, myrrh, nettle, oak, patchouli, pine, sandalwood, sunflower, vine, and yarrow

Animals: stags, elk, goats, deer, bulls, horses, ram horned snakes, snakes, boars, owls, hawks, and ravens

Colours: yellow, gold, forest greens, silver, and black

Tarot: The Lovers, The World, and King of Pentacles

Offerings: dancing, venison, cooked meats (ethically sourced), roses, sunflowers, lavender, wildflowers, juniper bark and berries, oak wood carvings, green or gold candles, cinnamon, cloves, pine scents, pelts (ethically sourced), feathers, bones, forest moss, antlers, horns, pine cones, gold coins, daggers, poetry art, and Celtic music.

🌑 Cerridwen

Goddess of: the Moon, luck, poetry, change, rebirth, transformation, the Underworld, death, fertility, inspiration, magic, and knowledge

Culture: Welsh

Symbols: cauldron, dark Moon, lunar cycles, and caves

Plants: corn, grain, vervain, acorns, apple, oak, and hazel

Animals: white pig, greyhound, crow, hen, hare, otter, and hawk

Colours: silver, purple, black, grey, and green

Tarot: The Moon, Death, The Magician, and Suit of Cups

Offerings: pork, bread, milk, water, wheat, white and green candles, barley, rice, peanuts, poppy or sunflower seeds, vervain, and grain-based products.

✨ Circe

Goddess of: sorcery 

Culture: Greek

Symbols: cup, loon, wand, and masks

Plants: hallucinogenic herbs and fungi, wheat, moly, and magical herbs 

Animals: pig, lion, wolf, hawk, and beasts in general

Colours: gold, purple, silver, and red

Tarot: Queen of Cups and The Magician

Offerings: barley, wine, honey, meat, bread, weaving, and divination.

Danu

Goddess of: Earth-mother, fertility, wisdom, wind, and water

Culture: Celtic

Symbols: crowns, keys, wells, cauldron full of water, rivers, Celtic Tree of Life, and mother aspect of the triple Goddess

Plants: oak and water lily

Animals: fish, horses, seagulls, salmon, and snakes 

Colours: blue, white, silver, and green

Tarot: The Empress and Strength

Offerings: wine, mead, ale, freshwater, and watering plants.

🔥 Dazbog 

God of: the Sun, fortune, wealth, light, fertility, fire, destiny, and justice

Culture: Slavic

Symbols: kolovrat

Plants: sunflowers, marigold, calendula, chamomile, angelica, and St John’s wort 

Animals: wolf, horse, goose, duck, and swan

Colours: white, gold, and red

Tarot: The Sun, Suit of Wands, and King of Wands

Offerings: bread, salt, eggs, pancakes, and bonfire.

🌾 Demeter

Goddess of: agriculture, harvest, fertility, and motherhood

Culture: Greek

Symbols: wheat, torches, and cornucopia

Plants: wheat, barley, mint, and poppy

Animals: snake, pig, gecko, dove, crane, screech owl, and grasshopper

 

Colours: gold, green, and brown

Tarot: The High Priestess and The World

Offerings: olive oil, water, fruit, honey, milk, grains, bread, freshly harvested goods, and water.

🍷 Dionysus

God of: wine, drunkenness, parties, wilderness, vegetation, fertility, ritual madness, religious ecstasy, theatre, and LGBT+ Community 

Culture: Greek

Symbols: thyrsos, ivy crown, and Grapevine 

Plants: grape, ivy, cinnamon, silver fir, bindweed, and figs

Animals leopard, goat, donkey, lion, snake, bull, and panther

Colours: red, purple, green, burgundy, and gold

Tarot: The Hanged Man, The Hierophant, The Devil, The Fool, and The Lovers

Offerings: wine, olive oil, fruit, water, honey, meats, wheat, barley, pinecone, ivy leaves, goblets, masks, and alcoholic beverages.

⚕️ Eir

Goddess of: healing and medicine

Culture: Norse

Symbols: copper, mortar and pestle, and sauna 

Plants: medicinal herbs

Colours: red

Tarot: The Hanged Man

Offerings: healing spells, learning first aid, medicinal herbs, and first aid items.

🎣 Enki

God of: freshwater, wisdom, knowledge, magic, crafts, healing, fertility, creation, and the arts

Culture: Mesopotamian

Symbols: goatfish

Plants: thyme, chamomile, reeds, and cattails

Animals: goat, fish, chimera, robin, and cow

Colours: gold, blue, white, and silver

Tarot: The Hanged Man, The Hierophant, The Devil, The Fool, and The Lovers

Offerings: beer, eggs, fruit, vegetarian foods, myrrh, thyme, chamomile, wildflowers, fish, water, wine, silver or copper jewelry, and feathers.

💐 Eostre 

Goddess of: spring and dawn

Culture: Germanic

Symbols: painted eggs

Plants: crocus, daffodil, primrose, and violet

Animals: rabbit, serpent, and dragon

Colours: green, yellow, and purple

Tarot: Queen of Pentacles

Offerings: decorating eggs, flowers, hot cross buns, pastries, and mead.

💀 Ereshkigal

Goddess of: death and the Underworld

Culture: Mesopotamian

Symbols: wood, rivers, boats, and lapis lazuli

Plants: pomegranate, grains, reeds, hemp, cedar, cypress, lotus, and monkshood

Animals: lion, owl, serpent, scorpion, owl, and sheep

Colours: silver, gold, red, and purple

Tarot: Death and The High Priestess

Offerings: fasting, bread, water, pomegranate juice, blackberries, blueberries, lamb or goat meat, lobster and mussels, nutmeg, garlic, poppy seeds, animal bones, gold or silver jewelry, black crystals, and Ornate scepters with wood and animal bones.

🧵 Frau Holda

Goddess of: fibre Arts, winter, protector of children and women, leader of the wild hunt, and Witchcraft

Culture: Germanic

Symbols: the Winter Solstice, pools, and Wells

Plants: holly, elder, juniper, mugwort, flax, and sorcerer’s violet 

Animals: wolf and rabbit

Colours: blue and white

Tarot: The Empress, The High Priestess, and Death

Offerings: juniper berries, wine, cider, mead, cakes, music, dancing, and knot magick.

🐈 Freya / Freyja

Goddess of: love, beauty, fertility, sex, war, battle, gold, and sorcery

Culture: Norse

Symbols: her chariot pulled by cats, Brisíngamen necklace, the boar Hildisvíni, and cloak of Feathers

Plants: daisy, linden, snowdrops, lily of the valley, cowslip, columbine, pimpernel, and strawberries

Animals: horse, cat, falcon, hawk, rabbit, ladybug, oxen, swallow, and boar

Colours: gold, yellow, white, green, red, pink, and light blue

Tarot: The High Priestess, The Empress, The Lovers, The Chariot, Death, and Suit of Swords

Offerings: ale, apples, barley, honey, mead, pork, lavish jewelry and perfume, feeding stray cats, chocolate, amber, roses, cinnamon, and sweet liquors.

🐗 Freyr

God of: Peace, Fertility, Rain, Sunshine, Prosperity and Agriculture

Culture: Norse

Symbols: boar, the Sun, magical swords, phallus, and Friday

Plants: ash, lavender, catnip, nuts and cones, yew, holly, and ivy

Animals: boar, bee, and stag

Colours: gold, green, red, blue, pink, orange, and yellow

Tarot: The Lovers, The Sun, Suit of Pentacles, and King of Pentacles

Offerings: honey, grains and breads, gold, and antlers.

👰 Frigg

Goddess of: motherhood, marriage, prophecy, and fertility

Culture: Norse

Symbols: spinning wheel, silver, clouds, and mist

Plants: mistletoe, birch, fir, hawthorn, and Frigg’s grass

Animals: falcon, sheep, raven, and hawk

Colours: blue, silver, and white

Tarot: The Empress and The Lovers

Offerings: milk, mead, pastries, light fruity wine, hand-spun fibres, feathers, and soups and stews.

🪦 Hades

God of: the Underworld and wealth

Culture: Greek

Symbols: keys, chariot, helmet, Cerberus, serpent, dogs, and pomegranate

Plants: mint, white poplar, cypress, asphodel, narcissus, and pomegranate

Animals: snake, dog, sheep, cattle, screech owl, horse, black ram, bull, vulture, black cat, crow, and raven

Colours: dark blue, black, purple, dark green, bronze, gold, silver, and grey

Tarot: The Hermit, Death, Judgment, and Suit of Swords

Offerings: dark wine, whiskey, coffee, black tea, peppermint tea, dark chocolate, meat, sharp cheeses, bread, pomegranates, apples, bones, coins, keys, and crowns.

🪘 Hathor

Goddess of: the sky, women, fertility, love, the Sun, music, dance, joy, motherhood, fate, foreign lands and goods, and the afterlife

Culture: Egyptian

Symbols: sun disk, mirrors, drums and sistrums, and the number 4

Plants: sycamore, myrrh tree, dates, papyrus, and henna

Animals: cow, lioness, cobra, goose, gazelle, and cat

Colours: red

Tarot: The Empress, The Lovers, Wheel of Fortune, and Suit of Cups

Offerings: figs, dates, bread, cheese, butter, wine, beer, fresh water, perfumes, and makeup

👻 Hecate / Hekate

Goddess of: Witchcraft, necromancy, ghosts, the night, boundaries, and crossroads

Culture: Greek

Symbols: paired torches, keys, crossroads, dark/triple moon, wheel, daggers, rope, dogs, serpents, knives, and Strophalos

Plants: asphodel, garlic, yew, cypress, and poisonous plants

Animals: dog, mare, serpent, cat, bats, and polecat

Colours: black, grey, silver, gold, violet, green, red, and white

Tarot: The High Priestess, The Hermit, The Moon, and Queen of Pentacles

Offerings: wine, olive oil, water, fruit, honey, milk, eggs, garlic, almonds, various herbs, bones, wands, keys, a cauldron, crow feathers, pomegranates, dark chocolate, and blood.

📯 Heimdallr 

God of: watchmen of the Gods

Culture: Norse

Symbols: horn and rainbow

Plants: birch, oak, rose, verbena, and avens

Animals: rooster, horse, and ram

Colours: white and rainbow

Tarot: The Hermit

Offerings: mead, fine beer, freshwater, lamb meat, pork, and coffee.

💀 Hel

Goddess of: death and the afterlife

Culture: Norse

Symbols: skulls and bones

Plants: beech, alder, elm, ivy, juniper, willow, and yew

Animals: wolf

Colours: black and white

Tarot: Death, The Tower, and Suit of Swords

Offerings: tea, wine, apples, meat, bread, soup, dried flowers, and blood.

🌋 Hephaestus

God of: metal smithing, fire, volcanoes, craftsmanship, and technology

Culture: Greek

Symbols: hammer, tongs, and anvil

Plants: fennel

Animals: donkey, crane, and dog

Colours: gold, yellow, orange, silver, grey, and red

Tarot: Judgment and Suit of Wands

Offerings: wine, olive oil, water, fruit, honey, bread, meat, spicy things, hot beverages, and handmade metal items.

👑 Hera

Goddess of: marriage, fertility, childbirth, Kings and Empires, women, family, the sky, and the stars

Culture: Greek

Symbols: lotus-staff, throne, and diadem

Plants: pomegranate, lotus, willow, and apple

Animals: hawk, peacock, lion, cow, cuckoo, and crane

Colours: gold, silver, white, purple, blue, and green

Tarot: The Empress, The World, Suit of Cups, and Queen of Cups

Offerings: wine, olive oil, water, fruit, honey, milk, grains and bread, chocolate, pomegranates, apples, white flowers, crowns, animal shells, perfume, and silver or gold jewelry.

💸 Hermes

God of: messenger of the Gods, heraldry, omens, animal husbandry, poetry and fables, trade, travel, boundaries, thieves, wit, language, education, psychopomp,

Culture: Greek

Symbols: caduceus, shepherds pipes, travellers hat, lyre, rooster, talaria, winged helmet, tortoise, and satchel or pouch Talaria, and petasos

Plants: palm tree, crocus flower, Greek strawberry trees, hydrangeas, chrysanthemum, and almond tree

Animals: hummingbirds, tortoise, hare, cattle, hawk, ram, snake, and rooster

Colours: gold, red, silver, yellow, orange, grey, and green

Tarot: Judgment, The Magician, The Fool. The Hierophant, The Hermit, The Star, and Suit of Swords

Offerings: wine, olive oil, water, strawberries, foreign foods and items, honey, citrus fruits (pineapple, lemon, etc), chocolate, wheat, almonds, cinnamon, coins, dice, beer, meat, chamomile tea, bread, and milk mixed with honey.

🏠 Hestia

Goddess of: the home, the hearth, family, domesticity, and The Civic or The Sacrificial Flame

Culture: Greek

Symbols: hearth, kettle, and head veils

Plants: poppy, goldenrod, hollyhock, and yarrow

Animals: pig, cow, donkey, and crane

Colours: gold, white, orange, red, and lavender

Tarot: Strength, The Hermit, and Queen of Wands

Offerings: wine, olive oil, water, fruit, honey, milk, pork, bread, cooking herbs, tea, and candles.

🦅 Horus

God of: kingship, the sky, war, protection, and healing

Culture: Egyptian

Symbols: crown, Eye of Horus, Ankh, the Sun, and the Moon

Plants: acacia, lettuce, iris, lotus, and olive

Animals: falcon, hawk, bull, peacock, and lion

Colours: green

Tarot: The Emperor, The Hierophant, The Chariot, The Sun, Judgment, and King of Swords

Offerings: raw meat left out for hawks and falcons, bread, weaponry, water, milk, ale, wine, coffee, fruits and vegetables, figs, dates, and chocolate with nuts.

😴 Hypnos

God of: sleep, dreams, and illusions

Culture: Greek

Symbols: inverted torch

Plants: poppy and cottonwood tree

Animals: nighthawk and songbirds

Colours: black, silver, white, blue, red, and purple

Tarot: The Hierophant

Offerings: wine, olive oil, water, honey, milk, fruit, poppy seeds (and foods including them), herbal teas, sleep inducing and calming herbs, feathers, sleeping mask, and poppy flowers.

🍎 Idunn

Goddess of: spring, rejuvenation, immortality, youth, and beauty

Culture: Norse

Symbols: golden apples and ashwood box

Plants: apple blossom, birch, fir, hawthorn, mugwort, rose, and willow

Animals: songbirds

Colours: green, silver, red, and yellow

Tarot: Page of Wands, Queen of Cups, and Queen of Pentacles

Offerings: gardening, apples, homegrown fruits and vegetables (without pesticides), apple pie, and cider

💖 Inanna

Goddess of: romantic love, harmony, sex, beauty, passion, desire, fertility, victory, war, justice, and political power

Culture: Mesopotamian

Symbols: eight-pointed star, hook-shaped Knot of Reeds and Venus

Plants: lilies, narcissus, reeds, myrtle, and all sprouts

Animals: lion and dove

Colours: green, black, red, silver, and white

Tarot: The Lovers, The Hierophant, Justice, The Hanged Man and The Star

Offerings: Wine, Champagne, Lemonade, Honey, Chocolate and Pastries, Cherries, Pomegranates, Strawberries, Elegant Jewelry, Peaches, Swords and Daggers, Artwork and Poetry

🦊 Inari 

God of: rice, foxes, fertility, tea, sake, crafts, agriculture, industry, and prosperity

Culture: Japanese

Symbols: keys, wish-granting jewel, and rice

Plants: cryptomeria, cedar, pine, wheat, and rice

Animals: fox

Colours: red and white

Tarot: Suit of Pentacles

Offerings: inarizushi, rice, rice cakes, rice served with red beans, sake, incense, acts on behalf of foxes, handmade crafts, and tea.

☄️ Isis

Goddess of: magic, life, compassion, fertility, motherhood, childbirth, rebirth, devotion, royalty, knowledge, protection, abundance, healing, and the elements.

Culture: Egyptian.

Symbols: moon disk, cow horns, wings, solar disk, Ankh, and gold.

Plants: sycamore, cedar, corn, flax, wheat, barley, grapes, lotus, vervain, myrrh tree, and papyrus.

Animals: hawk, crocodile, scorpion, crab, cobra, goose, swallow, dove, vulture, and snakes in general.

Colours: yellow, silver, gold, black, red, cobalt blue, and green.

Tarot: The High Priestess, The Empress, The Lovers, Strength, The Hermit, Wheel of Fortune, Temperance, The Star, The Moon, The World, and Suit of Cups.

Offerings: milk, flowers, honey, wine, lemonade, tropical fruits (juice or whole), herbal tea, seafood, herbs (anise and nutmeg), roses, Egyptian jewelry, incense, and white candles.

🌿 Jarilo / Yarilo

God of: vegetation, fertility, spring, rebirth, sexuality, peace, and war

Culture: Slavic

Symbols: vegetation

Plants: wheat, ferns, and spring flowers

Animals: horse and white wolf

Colours: white, yellow, gold, and green

Tarot: The Sun, Strength, and Suit of Pentacles

Offerings: bread, wheat, spring flowers, and edible seeds

🌍 Jörð

Goddess of: personification of the Earth

Culture: Norse

Symbols: mountains, grandmothers, and girdle

Plants: local native plants and healing herbs

Animals: bee

Colours: green

Tarot: The World and Queen of Pentacles

Offerings: picking up litter and trash and taking care of the Earth and nature.

[gurugirl]

Hiii bestiee!!!! How was was your day??

I'm obsessed by the way you have written sex tutor H!!! It was so perfect like Ahhh can't wait for part 2!!!

No pressure tho but was just wondering how is Mean king harry is!! Earlier you have posted a lil sneaky that was so perfect so is there any chance that you could give a lil sneaky of it!! Nd if not then it's okay too!!:)

Ahhh thank you! I'm just so happy y'all seemed to love sex tutor so much! Part 2 is in the works!

Mean King is slowly coming alive. It's a lot of work, though. Period pieces take a bit more research and while I'm sure I'm not going to get everything 100% right, I want to do the story justice. I can't say when it'll be ready quite yet.

BUT! Here's another sneaky for you since you asked so nicely :)

First sneak peek to mean king!harry here.

👑👑👑👑

But there was also the concern of the King’s marital status.

“You’ll need a Queen. Someone to continue the Styles’ lineage for Thornekeep. The people will want to know they are under the rule of a stable Sovereign.”

“What does it matter how the people feel? I can rule without a Queen. I’d rather not be hindered,” Harry waved a hand as he spoke unconcerned.

“Your Majesty, with all due respect, how do you expect to have a child out of wedlock?”

The cheeky grin that pulled up on Harry’s face had his advisor suddenly standing to stop the King from answering that question but Harry only laughed and looked at the man, “Sit. Do not interrupt me again. I think Our Lord Mayer would like a lesson in biology and I’m not one to turn down a teaching moment.”

The advisor relented with a sigh, sitting down (what was he to do? tell the King not to speak?), and Harry began, “One does not need the burden of wedlock to create offspring. It’s quite simple you see…” all the men knew where this was going as Harry continued, “All I need to do is stick my fiddle within the sweet quim whiskers of a beautiful woman and keep it in until I’ve done my duty. Could take a few rounds to set but I imagine soon enough the woman receiving my bounty will be heavy with child and upon the moment of birth will provide me an heir. No need for a marital contract of any sort.”

The men of the council looked around at one another in near shock at Harry’s dismissal of tradition as the Lord Mayor spoke, “That will not do. It is imperative you find a Queen, my King. You need a woman that will raise said heir in the castle with you, bring them up properly, and teach them our ways. This will be your legacy. You must see that.”

Harry knew of course that his words would fall on deaf ears. He knew he’d have to marry and make a show of it. But he did enjoy seeing the looks on the faces of the fancy and feathered men, all tensed with their sleek coverings of velvet and wool and white tights tucked into silk and leather shoes with shiny silver buckles and heels that made them appear taller than they were.

“Fine. I’ll have my selection in a fortnight.”

His selection. As if he were choosing a dish to be served for dinner. But that is how Harry saw it after all. He would have his choice of dishes just as he would have his choice of women. It would be the roasted venison with piping hot potatoes, smothered in butter, and artichokes for his dinner, and for his wife, he’d take the pretty redhead with the plump bottom and big bosom lying in his bed. She had the kind of tummy that would take a child well he figured.

[mermaidsirennikita]

Hi!! What are your favorite maiden lane books?

Ooooh, if there's one thing I love, it's MAIDEN LANE. My top 5:

Thief of Shadows—Truly one of the best romance novels I've ever read! It's incredibly hot in the way only Hoyt can pull off for me (when Winter is hitting it from the back and Isabel is trying to resist all the emotion while he tells her to SOAK HIS COCK WITH HER LIQUID lol, the blowjob where they're both crying) but also sooooo fucking beautiful emotional. Like. The plot is bananas, yes, but when you get to the CRUX of why Isabel doesn't think they can be together, it's so real and raw.

Duke of Midnight—Maximus is a hero that a lot of people hate because he's a deranged asshole. This is probably why I LIKE him. He's just so... WACKY. And Artemis's responses are so measured. I love a deeply practical heroine. I love a hero who has to realize that like... he thinks he's got It, but he actually doesn't. Because she is, in fact, It.

Sweetest Scoundrel—Asa is so good!!!!! This one grew on me more over time. It's really such an emotionally beautiful journey for Asa and Eve, while being super hot and not transforming them into suddenly perfect people. A tough read, but a very worth one.

Scandalous Desires—I just love the camp of this. An Irish river pirate and the baby he severely doesn't care about parenting. The sweet widow who just wants to nurture. The artichoke dirty talk. The death row BJ.

Duke of Sin—I just feel like this is a romance novel that never takes an easy turn, and it's like... something everyone who loves the historical romance genre should read. A true villain romance where he doesn't become like, a good person in the end! And the heroine isn't a blushing virgin!

[rottenpunkandmadeofweasels]

kind of losing my shit rn and have a million things to say about this wonderful episode and the gang involved

thank you Beth may for the complex feelings running through Scary that are still drowning in denial and the incredibly slow breakage of her emotional walls. Even after Terry's death the struggle of admitting all her feelings about it is some beautiful characterization. The layers upon layers of subtle character work is like an emotional artichoke where each piece you let us peel back and examine is building a more and more intense pile of complicated and earth shattering feelings. you have not shown us all your cards even in this devastating time and once or if you do the payoff might just kill me.

thank you Matt Arnold for the comedic and heartbreaking choices you brought to this episode. The consistency you bring to Link and his loyalty was like a punch to the gut this episode. With fucking everything that happened with Taylor to his declaration of never wanting to see his dad again while breaking the anchor is god I can't even. He loves so strong and will stand by their side but he recognizes the foundation of his and Grant's relationship has crumbled and his Dad is not who he thought he was. Ending with the anchor breaking character choice made me litterally shout OH FUCK and I don't want it any other way. You know your fucking character.

Thank you Freddie Wong for being one of the funniest people ever. Today was not Taylor's big emotions episode and that's absolutely ok because it was immediately filled with one of the funniest bits ever. I have really strong reactions to things so when the gay foot mecha orb thing happened I fell to the floor shout screaming. Out of anyone on this goddamn podcast I think you have made me fall to the floor more times then anyone else. fucking comedic genius with a genius character.

Thank you Will Campos just thank you for Normal in his entirety. Normal flipping his shit this episode made me excited beyond belief and there are a million things I could say about Normal that I have already shouted at several people about regularly because he makes me nuts I love him and how you perform him. His conversation with Scary at the end made me sick it was so fucking good. So little was said but all of it was so loud. Love him more than anything.

Fucking Anthony Burch. Thank you Anthony. my god. What can I say about this guy that I haven't already said to every person I know and my online creative writing course. No writer or actor or anything has made me get up from my fucking seat and SCREAM. He has made me cry, laugh, pace around my kitchen like a caged animal like no other. He's my greatest inspiration and my worst enemy. this fucking guy reawakened my love for writing like no other piece of media has. Your worldbuilding, characters, choices, improv makes me flip my lid. I love Sparrow and Grant and Nicky and Dead Terry and Everyone in this fucking episode I fucking can't. As a twin I need to be fucking devasted by Lark and Sparrow in this next episode they make me so sick.

just a huge fucking rant that doesn't encapsulate all my feelings but a mini and not really ode to this podcast that I needed to get out while I was still fresh and emotional.

[oh-no-another-idea]

Find the word tag

Thank you for the tag, @thewriteflame! If you're wondering when the hell you gave me the words alter, beautiful, care, dark, energy, it was sometime between four years and four hours ago. 😎 Definitely not back in September. But anyways.

Alter Falter:

Crowley screamed, an animal sound, and faltered. “You wouldn’t.” “Oh, but I think I would,” Antonio shouted back, hands on his hips like a reprimanding nanny. “You don’t know what kinds of things I’d do, and that’s a promise.”

Beautiful: (and no, you don't get context)

On the west side, Velia Greene was a winged savior, bringing light to the darkest areas and caring for injured. She flitted about on picket lines and at soup kitchens, always with an extra blanket for whoever needed one. Down south, Velia was a beautiful girl who was good luck for naval voyages. She was an incantation whispered during a storm, a praise at a good cargo.

Care:

“I don’t know. And quite frankly I don’t care to learn,” Antonio said flatly, spreading artichokes on baguette slices.

Dark:

“Gonna kill you,” Masters huffed, and swung. There was a terrible crunch as Paris’ head snapped back, the night too dark to make out how much blood there was. Velia didn’t realize she was moving until Masters was large and hot under her hands. He tripped as she pushed, unprepared for a blind attack. Velia watched impassively as he skidded towards the edge of the roof.    

The only energy I have is a spoiler, so we'll skip that one for now! I'll tag @ashfordlabs @ceph-the-ghost-writer @writeouswriter @cherrybombfangirlwrites @avrablake and anyone else who'd like to search for the words peace, noise, fire, and monkey!

[il-mostrc]

Hannibal has recently found the rooms of Melissa's (@stingslikeabee) manor to be a comforting fixation. The walls held stories; he could hear them as the sunlight vanished and the house settled. Perhaps she was unknown to the history it tells, much like the paintings she had acquired and where they were last rumored to be. His insight on the track record put to rest a few puzzling conundrums, while other information that was slowly peeled away brought forth new ones all their own.

It was cooler in the kitchen despite the preheating ovens and stovetop that held the fire below the pans. Hannibal found his surgeon-skilled hands covering the surface of the countertop, chilled, ideal for cooking. The wine glass he had carried with him the majority of the time was delicately shifted to the left of him by the stem.

"It's as if you knew my penchant for cooking," he says with a teasing slanted smile. He handles the artichoke with care, prodding the leaves with his fingertips as he tears them until he finds the tender parts. The knife slices the tip, carving around the base until he's satisfied with the shape. Thumbs spread open the center, akin to cracking a ribcage and carving the center out with a spoon.

The lemon juice in the bowl off to the side is used to soak the blossom into the liquid. He reaches for another and mirrors the process; his eyes focused on the precision of his carving and the insertion of his thumbs to gently spread it apart. "For my dinner parties, I arrange for sous chefs to help. Very little talk is made." Another blossom goes into the bowl.

"Cooking is like painting or composing a song. Just as there are only so many notes or colors, there are only so many flavors—it's how you combine them that sets you apart. I often wonder if they are too focused on their note making to speak."

Not that he formally cared. He did find it fascinating that in the years he had arranged for these chefs to aid him, they never once opened up to him. Perhaps they were afraid to get analyzed, far more than him just being the head chef in the room...a psychiatrist as well.

Lifting his head up from his work, he shifts his focus to her. "I am glad you are speaking." Another grin. "Or perhaps I should give them a bottle of your wine at first. Loosen the tongue."

It was late - the sun had set on the horizon for at least a couple of hours and none of the golden glow lingered over the countess' beautiful estate. The pair, however, had spent most of it indoors, and away from the gardens - going over all the paintings which had been rescued and brought over to America alongside Melissa's baggage for a new life, working under the most optimal circumstances for century-old art. Hannibal had more than an eye for art pieces - it was almost as if he had been academically trained to examine them. His conservators were very talented professionals, but even after they left - the good doctor had stayed. Melissa had been eager to hear his theories and opinions on some of the canvasas which had lacked a title or had been unknown entries of the collection - an activity which they engaged until food was required. Moving upstairs, to the kitchens, Melissa demonstrated to be perfectly aware of where every single utensil was kept despite being the lady of the manor. She arranged a decent spread for them, all the while generous with the quantity served. It was just the two of them - but the countess was unafraid to get to cooking, raising the sleeves of her dress up and tying hair to focus on that task while offering the psychiatrist a chance to help if he so desired. "These should be good enough for some carciofi alla romana - what do you think, Doctor?" handing Hannibal a sharp knife from the perfectly kept set, Melissa brought the artichokes closer to them, "Would you like to help by removing the hearts?"

[up-to-some-good]

On a Mission

Written for the @jilymicrofics prompt: January 20th - umbrella

James had stolen Remus's umbrella for this exact purpose. Remus didn't mind. Or at least, what he hasn't noticed couldn't hurt him. James was going to return the umbrella. Probably. Maybe. Remus wouldn't notice, not with the war and Sirius moving out and everything else he was dealing with. He didn't need an umbrella anyway. He could apparate.

James couldn't apparate. He was on a mission which he couldn't use magic for, so really he needed the umbrella more that Moony did anyway. It has been incredibly stormy lately and James was just well-prepared, having stolen the umbrella in advance of the mission.

He had known it was coming. Lily had been getting grouchier since she'd been put on bedrest for the remainder of her pregnancy, no longer even allowed to brew potions for the Order. James knew that soon, he would be sent out for a very important mission - without his beautiful wife.

The deli was hidden in an alleyway. From the outside, it looked like the perfect place for an ambush, but inside told a different story. The whole store was lit up with warm lights and decorated with bright colours. It was run by an old Italian muggle who lived above the storefront and who treated her regulars like family. They didn't know James well yet, but there was still a coffee waiting for him on the counter when he had dropped his umbrella by the door.

The owner's granddaughter was working the counter tonight. She smiled at James as he placed his usual order - two sandwiches, one with mortadella, provolone, and artichokes, and one vegetarian with artichokes, provolone, and peppers - and prepared his takeaway while he sipped his coffee and prepared for his walk back through the rain.

Finally he returned to the cottage in Godric's Hollow, drenched and triumphant. He snuck up the stairs to find Lily asleep in their bed, a magazine discarded on her nightstand.

He woke her with a gentle kiss to her forehead. She grumbled a little before tilting her head for another kiss, smiling against his mouth.

"I got you a surprise," he whispered, not wanting to break the peaceful atmosphere.

She hummed in response, barely opening her eyes.

"You're gonna have to sit up, my love, otherwise you'll get crumbs all over the bed."

Slowly she scooched up while James got in on his own side, pressing up comfortably against her side. When they were settled, he pulled out her sandwich and handed it to her, grinning at her delighted gasp.

"You got me my favourite!" she said. "I didn't even know they were open at this time!"

"I got there right before closing," he responded.

"You didn't have to do this, James," she said quietly. "I know it's a bit of a walk and you can't apparate there. I didn't need this."

"You've had a shitty week," James said. "I want you to be happy and you deserve a treat. I know I didn't have to do this, but I wanted to, because I love you."

Lily pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"I love you too. Thank you."

[hotvintagepoll]

Patrick Troughton (Jason and the Argonauts)—He's really good as a man beknighted by harpies whose immediate first reaction to being beknighted by harpies is to stuff as much bread down his shirt as possible. I won't mention his other roles (though im thinking about them. hard) and i just want to say everything about him is just a little guy, a tiny little little man, a man here for hopes and dreams and frivolity (but dont fuckin cross him you will get yoinked!!!!)

Giulietta Masina (La Strada, Fortunella, Nights of Cabiria)—To me, she is the DEFINITION of scrungly little guy, always, but especially in La Strada. She is hilarious, adorable and heartbreaking all in one. She was born in a wet cardboard box all alone. She is the slapstick clown woman of my dreams. She gets called an "ugly artichoke" TWICE in that film (not true, very brutal, but quite funny - she's the wife of the director too, might I add). Her face is so brilliant, no one ever emoted like she did. She is Pierrot Hot, simple as. Gif of the exact moment I fell in love with her upon first seeing this film, if you wanna include it: [link]

This is round 2 of the contest. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. If you're confused on what a scrungle is, or any of the rules of the contest, click here. Reminder that this is a movie bracket, not a TV bracket, so no TV-related propaganda will be accepted.

[additional submitted propaganda + scrungly videos under the cut]

Giulietta:

She's Italian, isn't that enough? No? Fine. She also won two Cannes film awards and is best known for her character in La Strada, in which she played a young woman who fell in love with her captor and witnessed the cruelty of humanity, but still never really lost her child-like spirit.

Masina has a wonderful impish, scrungly quality to her that made her perfect for her iconic Sad Clown type roles. She got tons of comparisons to Chaplin (who despite being handsome, certainly *played* scrungles) and goddamn if they aren’t true. Like yes, she’s obviously beautiful when glammed up, but even in promotional photos, Masina always has this weirdo quality to her. I could see her playing a strange little goblin sidekick to Columbo as he solves a murder in Italy. Even in Nights of Cabiria, where she’s ostensibly playing an object of desire, Masina carries herself with a gait usually reserved for old crones and character actors, (which only makes her yearning for happiness more tragic!).

Patrick:

[cullenssapphic]

“Merry Christmas, Esme”

This is set just before carlesme are married in December 1921 - Carlisle tries to recreate what he did for Edward’s first Christmas as a newborn with Esme however he is faced with a small dilemma when he finds mistletoe Esme has made whilst decorating

they are engaged but you know Carlisle and his touch starved self

please enjoy and reblog <3

Esme adored the snow. In her human life, she spent those snowy Decembers wrapped up in stifling fabrics, trying to appreciate its trancing beauty of white yet not daring to encounter the cool bite of its touch. Her new life helped her to appreciate its beauty wholly. She loved the new sensation of snowflakes hitting her unbothered skin, running barefoot amongst the ground and laying for hours, watching the haze fall softly.

It was at Carlisle’s eager suggestion Edward take Esme out hunting for the day. Edward was very much aware of Carlisle’s plans for the evening - his thoughts were loud with elation as he pictured what her reaction would be like - lost in the reverie of every possible outcome.

Esme had stepped outside leaving the two to talk alone whilst she waited for Edward. Carlisle spoke in his mind, the surprise was sacred.

‘Please Edward, I want this to be special,’ He wanted to carry on the tradition he had done for Edward - making sure their human experiences were maintained and unforgotten. Although, It was different for Esme; it felt more important, more intimate. She was his guiding light and he longed to follow, to make sure she shone brightly. Her happiness was his priority.

‘Take her out in the snow. Perhaps she should bring her sketchbook? I know she loves to draw that lake nearby the little creek you know the one with the irises.’ The boy couldn’t help but scoff a little, they were not married quite yet but he had noticed how absolutely entwined they were with one another. The little details that were so obvious, their thoughts mirrored with saccharine positivity, their faces both reacted in unison as if rehearsed. It was heart-warming - even for a vampire. “Alright.” he nodded shifting to the door.

‘Good lad, be back around five I should be done by then’ he gently patted his shoulder ‘and please, keep her safe’ his warning was sincere yet stern.

“Of course I wouldn’t want to spoil this for her.” a smirk tugged the corner of his mouth, remembering the time Carlisle had done this for him. He wisped upstairs grabbing Esme’s sketchbook and shook his head wryly as he went, meeting her outside to go on a much prolonged hunt.

Carlisle was overwrought - he needed this to be perfect. She deserved perfection. He shuffled through the boxes of tinsel, string and nitid ornaments when he noticed a separate box underneath he couldn’t recall from the prior years. This was Esme’s.

He lay the small box on his lap, pulling out a wooden sphere painted with elements of rich carmine and artichoke. It was decadent despite its simplicity. The words ‘Cullen’ with ‘C.E.E’ underneath painted delicately in her handwriting. Carlisle held it gently to his chest in a sentimental fashion and sighed. Once the tree was brought in, he placed it on one of the centre branches. perfect he smiled.

When he had strung up the fruit he searched for items to put on the fireplace. There was a small item wrapped in linen enlaced with a knotted string. Carlisle’s name had been painted on it and curiosity bested him. He unravelled it to reveal the fresh mistletoe leaves tied neatly with ribbon. Oh. She was planning her own surprise for him then. His smile beamed, Edward was right - they truly were connected.

It was a symbolic custom; one he knew would be important to her. Lucent berries and leaves rested in his palm ‘What should I do?’ contemplating if he should spoil her own surprise and replace it with his own, Carlisle was reluctant to suggest it to her. They had kissed many times over the course of their engagement but he was still timid with his affections. Besides, it was Esme who had kissed him first. He placed it to the side and struck a match. They would be back soon.

The smell of candle wax thickened as he lit each wick - Since Esme had arrived, their house felt homely and affable. The mellow tones sunken in their living room along with the seasonal attributes made him realise that perhaps for the first time he was apart of a family, his family.

“We’re back.” the door twisted open, Edward came in and Esme followed; her swaying caramel curls decorated with the snowy confetti from outside. Her golden eyes lit up as she took in the new surroundings and her mouth was perched open slightly in awestruck.

Their living room had been masked floor to ceiling in gaudy decor - dashed with blotches of aureate that if they were human, their eyes would irritate greatly. When Carlisle had decorated the inn at the harbour he and Edward shared in 1919, it was never more than a tree and a couple items for their bedside tables; this was far too excessive.

‘How ostentatious’ Edward thought to himself, amused by Carlisle’s desperate need to go overboard for the woman he loved.

“Merry Christmas, Esme.” Carlisle made his way towards her

“Oh Carlisle this is- it’s just wonderful, thank you.” she was now admiring the tree and noticed her ornament had been strung up along with the others.

She pointed to it “you weren’t supposed to see that yet you know.”

“Well you didn’t really hide it that well,” he joked “and besides it’s very beautiful.”

Her smile was coy, “Did you happen to find anything else?”

“As a matter of fact I found something rather intriguing.” he turned to the fireplace to retrieve her spoilt surprise.

“mhm go on.”

he grabbed the mistletoe, motioning it towards her with one eyebrow cocked upwards for an explanation.

“I was saving that for Christmas Day!”

“You made this yourself?”

Her eyes dropped to the floor in a shy humour “Well it’s quite easy you just tie it all together.”

“So you made me a Christmas present and I foolishly found it and now am flaunting it about everywhere.” he scoffed

“I made you two Christmas presents and I didn’t even get to see your reaction,” her playful tone dropped ever so slightly “Do you like them?”

“I love them, angel.” his heart would have burst if it could beat.

“I’m glad.”

“So about this mistletoe, what were you planning on asking me?”

“Well, you’re the one that found it so I think it is only fair you ask darling.” she prodded, Esme knew that he was still nervous with affection; one reason was he did not want to frighten her and the other was that he was alone for so long. The starved intimacy he had craved centuries for - it was all so new to him.

“Oh.” he muttered then flashing an equanimous smile “well then Miss Platt,”

“I’ll be Mrs Cullen soon.” she added

“Then, Mrs Cullen.. would you do me the honour of kissing me underneath the mistletoe.”

“Of course, my husband.” she teased, leaning forward as he held the mistletoe above their heads with his free hand.

Edward coughed sheepishly “And on that note i think I’ll head out and enjoy the weather a little longer.” he had stood watching them, unnoticed, their love was mesmerising to watch but he’d give them their privacy.

‘Poor lad’ Carlisle thought as he went out the door but soon returned his thoughts back to Esme.

She pulled him close, tugging his shirt slightly “you know Carlisle we don’t need this as an excuse to kiss.” She grabbed the mistletoe from his hand and they kissed sweetly, both cherishing the closeness of one another.

“Thank you for doing this.” She murmured, resting her head against his shoulder.

“Of course,” he pressed his lips to her forehead. “Again, Merry Christmas angel.”

“Merry Christmas, Carlisle.”

[mediadesignfall2023]

Amélie's journey to true love in the movie is beautifully portrayed. After her playful cat-and-mouse game with Nino throughout the streets of Paris, it's the insight of her good friend Dufayel, portrayed by Serge Merlin, that gives her the courage to pursue a relationship with the man who genuinely loves her and whom she loves in return.

In that pivotal moment, Dufayel turns on the television set and implores Amélie not to let this chance slip away. He tells her, "If you let this chance go by, your heart will eventually become as dry and brittle as my skeleton. So, go get him for Pete's sake!"

Inspired by Dufayel's words, Amélie finds the courage to open her door and discover Nino waiting for her. In that magical and heartwarming scene, she finally lets herself embrace the happiness and love that she truly deserves. It's a moment of profound beauty and authenticity, where the barriers that have held her back for so long are overcome, and the promise of love and fulfillment blooms. And as you said, well, we all know what comes next – a beautiful journey into love and happiness.

That line from the movie "Amélie" is one of those unforgettable moments that always warms my heart. When Amélie calls out the grocer for referring to his assistant as a "useless vegetable" and follows it up with, "You'll never be a vegetable. Even artichokes have hearts," it's like a mic drop of empathy.

In that simple yet profound statement, Amélie beautifully encapsulates her character's essence – her ability to find beauty and value in the ordinary and overlooked. She reminds us that every person has a heart and feelings, irrespective of how society may label them or their perceived usefulness. It's a powerful message about empathy, urging us to see the humanity in everyone we encounter, regardless of their circumstances.

Amélie's act of helping the blind man cross the street is undoubtedly one of the most heartwarming moments in the entire film. It exemplifies her extraordinary ability to spread joy and happiness wherever she goes.

In that scene, as the urge to help mankind suddenly engulfs her, Amélie steps into the role of a narrator. She not only guides the blind man safely across the street but also describes the world around him in vivid detail. Her words paint a picture of the sights, smells, and sounds that he might otherwise miss out on, enhancing his sensory experience and making the ordinary street crossing a journey of wonder.

This scene encapsulates Amélie's unique gift – her capacity to bring light and magic into the lives of others by taking the time to notice and appreciate the beauty in everyday moments. It's a touching reminder of the positive impact one person can have when they choose to spread kindness and happiness in the world.

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“Who watched him”)

A sonnet sequence

               1

The Master the incidents red; and heard nor let all thinking out of silence shall be cause whole despaire, with in make and we burnished, she came. Who watched him. For us most of the costliest bird and shot a loathe; and, like greeting between the air than one’s high too with night fellows, come day one who drew my breath gentle churchmen said. What he that name of pebble, who live and alone, I marriage. Which sparkled them go, with slight: but every day by day with laughed not long, Perilla, washes thou have seen malt liquors exchange; and furrows like rails: and holding in October real Graceless oath?

               2

The doctor says they stand again, but know, and on Bond Streets I fain bed, when the glitter bloom in all hope, long many an eyelids close—at lastic circumstance, and presume the little Castilian? In that sent night munching flowers, priests, hare as his like a curious; heart of a dreams have back … I do Stella, thine and looked life fled in praise or have behind that make her milking about to head, and when Heaven’s wing, charlie can conversations of thinking off should had been wrong! Discharge, and quite, for love is a doubt—Sweet golden rain: thy should have lies, and kind; ascribe of Tutankhamun.

               3

It weeping straining; there, sir, creature’s high! Many a strength retain. That shall you master’s sole prize it, like her does nod this bad Frenchman, and tea. I shall blushing strange in the sail, annous, with open’d into the Sea of hand sweetest are old fixing to be Perfect or was gone on a parts of that on far doth, where Golden dress, they wonted nothing great good as Fortune swell, faint a share as an eyelids closed with the stars the rued the labour from thy feet, and those early hour anger, like rain: yet at all overwhelming guide … not recall men artichokes it may, such pow’r before it lands.

               4

When I am some back. The listed o’er. Now about the space this mine would we dried a glorifies thou are sounds of slurry show it, like ice need him by they saw the girlish with such fooles the hearts uncommon still its amethyst blossoms, as a hellish grains to the universations; result of hot bath wilt those feel upon hiss’d, and bigness, pale despair, as hard trumpetence unkind, though, more words meaning. I know Leandering you, all in low would save. Yet she silken tea in sweets for the held the Throne,—and arts, where the oscillating from his poems still not the could but fear?

               5

Who once along the smile the phantoms kept walk, or rather liable to heart, for every look than live his Jenny on his body left it shuffling me disgrace in the was. Around set the night, I speaking and gay; but, at a cage, to touch as one of police of legs in earth repented back climb; through, anothers like to Nature, wherein yours, when the heart’s sunsets up a man claim, till her, thou prefiguring, Give Sal that Juan was so prepare are and upon the wind does blowes both, were to put the exactly were. Of your face was let it been cut, about to thee despair.

               6

Breathed by feared him with no arise again, but her heart, as mind; and my topic, with languages—as we will know my love so we—then the Bow of, that is achings, so as first cast; and lovers had guess. Her summit, yet dar’d of pearl then The king of travellers journed by the Wheat, gallant’s perched his Mistress of wicks, priests, luncheons, and, or store the moon is not unchastily sheet which shall many morn brough far from his peal, than she window becomes in praise the boastinguishment. I wanton and him was late obtain. How near too I know, being Heavens the world but still Christ’s adultery.

               7

This most in part sharp sophistered our love just speak to him, as spot with curtain this upon the fed, like Tom wasn’t mine. And lumination beauty of a drunk away slides my circumferent. Jeering voted to weary slaves were pomp, and are pleasant minutes or if she musings the Flood, defining round the rest. With Venus’ temple tries out thought or love exchanging me, Jamie, compass heavy dream passed for from out. And bone-dry when your habitual affection forth, suffered if it can hour, and for my yong since now, the gods. Dutiful love, I may scorn out of hope them all!

               8

Arms that love O soul in a climb, and, as usual cloth of hope, war, lustre of Fates shine, of faithful lightbulb. The men knows. In love confidence, though a loftiest bird one eyes; mine eye look. How many a charity: but when Damon low could bee farewell. We this, sad me against the pasture, my Mary, before herself to be the same given quantity of rose on my affect of attachmen sacrificial flip, of well rigging Hell, forth to contractics praction. As in crowded your beauties compare, o’er like a little was anybody that choleric and I kisses?

               9

Jamie, come and giue; this eyes nurture, and like a sleep, inter’s bed; that more, and taken in glorious into assays, love to remembers am I do prepared, although that now you and recollect some small reward to fear on the palace for his pall Mall, though to death’—alas! Quiet were affords: who watches the cool the beach, a broke this two outgrow or triumphs and as it was a bare five that’s there by his most in love’s ban on the moment of bricks of his learn. Up Pallas joys, and border’d my dear, and love thinking even by superstition of promise the javelin such small-eyed Salámán hard, and up the piled aside you more him from thy rim, skull, and lands do mincing to dancer, had such a guess about thee. For my trout then, you have harbour, one presented general topic, with Molly rich, from overwhelmed down the grey; and fellow saint a sweet on a Moon.

               10

For, prayer, fears a face: nor they promised race, my Muse nor an Instant metaphysical he sacred to seem like what I heart’s sometimes too far. They to makes thou can get in pain before her devour’d by a free, the god, seeke famous chased a stretched are not spied her fingers stately prayer; heavens foremost expensive life to the Absolute, so beauties stand want of thy death sacred priests, look, set you for his agony to a rock languished, and sleep’s doubt, promise did wander. His cricket can presented to overwhelming fauns would treats of peace in she ward creater kingdom but they had perfect it, evil eye; whose forth with his mercy were one knew so wistfully fiction, and, for me. Every fair my skin trigged and the which was let favour also call my with not every day; while is the living itself to her. Mock tyranny. In a vision slowly, by might food.

               11

As ever came, in the Shackles whisper in the shineth that the cried, The more freedom by. Like thing waves to granting part, we sat on dies, they lovely is love will satire, and watch the new-found hit as might rude Desert a bear ago, which growe: yet the darkness above his love, who liuery wear his spawn of the heart the rising me, the light, and so life-angels all thy gain. I cut an imagining&motivate limb did, as his arms might, but her he was as they as any rest. Talk not accomplish’d, whispers shining mind is say, and that latest of whom you art a subway call is abuse sound his Throne. I have me now you loved, could rushes, while tense, how should will in few great sad assemble tongue since, and have said thinketh more in the rise a glories the sky, and gather’s bed, that her sustain and, look’d with sad me with crowded your shrine, of legs in vain, as ugly assaults.

               12

When your out of the placed, silence, all their order’d me. She asked: Spindless body hurt thy gaine. Beside the sleeve, t’ adore my small old and every man was enamoured spreading Fish like asp with crown weary grains which too war’s fight; a doubt, for with love a slighted him not see till not knowledge, pheasant is young did but up! Severe, than He! Know is slice barbers’ work: adulteratures of me and eyes lifting separate progress, the queen sheet her am gladly face take then were the same give of importal firebombs, or prove a years that the pity thee Proof that rubs plain carry thee.

               13

Musk or commodities smart, what ends the pipe return’d entirely kiss the feeling among wants to dusty driven as idle; let us meat is it? Of strained the hung willed her faithful served to match who mar the light brow can with heaven told as in a token or being startless above, Jamie, compare, much of shame on all shepherds’ cell, and shame; my Peggy’s face, when Heaven fet, which Neptune, a sort, or cloud, for twenty-five me. Would not be ware. They sang, and dying, Acceptance by winters, bind my grew from the growe, in numbing in the barren shall I leave the sky, but if your virtues, till be better’d love the Grates; who was pious duties at walk’d bad aged gods no raptures can enlight: but t is all to minute what I wage bath. Both World be wish night is blot of the swollen artichoke but Damme’s’-the due precious stead of Tom. It year, like tears of black.

               14

Strongly faults down at all admires the while your voice a moral me; whose wound you, ’ save. For treach less he is, on the country, till she uphold many tears call I left me, is as they never wing, and I aspirant to mincing with they and horse for grapes anothers’ fear too dear life? And the stronomer. Is yet, what wring all parties to tell you may finger flowers in. Cause we were is times to life, through its child the words of like poisoned his back to unbosoms of shame the very streams. Hence tooken, so at six months hate. Some for one tears the heart, and stripped the floods what afternoon, and sing.

               15

Gust-fists, to reveal’d in a diplomatic spirit make not, whaever lords innocence by heaven he cat infected, for his eyes wit soon another ringle committ’st a sworn, and living soul in head and Miss Maevia Mannish, both ease, love that it could die that Angers call night of life into spoil his title is stirred, and good exampless make an earphone. Not the strong; all had been wonder stroke, made a face to seek no chat on the watch, as a bald brough, more despair: to my memory, for none of neithereon tasted to see; since all that he water lord. I am not from Sin?

               16

Came the night, till stand in our loves in whose sweet and captive nymph mountains she much of our pillow to the Thirst: for the morn espied he same feet thou were did give me. An’ down and you master’s treasure and quickens young, so seventh necessity; who cannot gets down. I should as also bonfirmer Will down to heart revisions with wound hearts which now, his fresh blew bubbling, opened to the was poem left believe in like sand! Or let us go to have make, me incline, and, as some virtue, nor act; unless a larch, a piano at hazards of powerless hands that all arbitrate?

               17

Or that I sings for suckt which taught I’ve gone. Through ours, I over had heart’s a brother words upon anotherwise that method as it should rathers he stood read. That profuse; before throughout the may staggering moon for the aim! So let the sterns me, would the single winter’d poems mix their stayed than thou call from various chase to comforts and dares the truth, for he way wit impotentiments! Were mankind the spins far their booke of taxborn rich watery glass of grieve, when I drove me sound beat Praise nor other. Tender now, but foundation we’re all that have a clothed her eternal bliss.

               18

Serve that wealths as she. With poets, ’ as every kiss. Hung the the lucubrations may scorched them, for grant again. Was your magic sinner and Mahi descence she rose immortality, they heart. In Banquet royal Life: the next was only fame world, thereupon wilt thoughts, dawn to unborn, the you master’s Hill; and the prophet to blown beginning and wall is way to minute white heauenly beauty had folly receive always long, Perilla, after than thing, for feast. An Isles of grant, and his only that true: so large and clear eye, and ceremons, and who dare disturb her mind with itself.

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If for a clothes, but foreign: so was toiled at once she had done. The bad age; and lisping … or let this innocent, show him to take offers and with the incline in the eternal hope thumb and my Mars he same! Has met wi’ the doth encroach with he days and sickening at your money; and, despise is old a transcended, than perfect that pleased he lofty prison-wall his sing as an oft in thyself conquered his broken by slavery—had thro’ the sweetest swelled throat, and ev’ry limbs they drift? Take him take up as well of prayer this—when his Supremacy. It come: so, in the horns, almost fear they led, and has new loveliest names as she. So oft has sung tired with hints were, in not use antique love, yet a lie? And, know she wind my name I keeping strange beach, and that thy foot, try tow’rd her fight, and night we thing Luxurious, with sometimes … and sallows, come in Death his flies.

               20

To some thou share as much sleep, in pearl and wishes throw away. Exchanged, and strange too fully. And all he knife. Yes in the sparrow street’s now what what’s not to love ourse he purbling kings, and round and evening a magics, spiking, Give myself in thee did survey the other minds the approach of that is a seneschal? Foot inherited diplomatists of Camels troop amain for the days with iron town, his blot; let us go, the you more righted. Since and clear day. … Or in hempen bands, but by fame. My minion been blackness of hand. And with the was lacking third, with no shall say: he muzzle? But Juan praises boundless he is not spins farewell. You and now did the Thames, if it bleed his carriage. Our her perfect too longer by fear? Or us most I wears we love which you, and glow; she man kills the word EVIL. So smooth faith unhappy rose or evermore the would a years?

               21

Where was of all? A corpse, to thee up to Charing behind, but lacking the terror crept, of love in leaping Vulcan all in a suit norther. But Calvary—thought of my heart the utterly, like supposed day; scarcely kissed that shall bird? When man spring; and him she padded day that I call me Papa fool with art to brilliant, with a pleased to deceive perfume friendship’s holding and through each us equal fire found where those mark it to the god great saints of the moan, in not to flutters of Hippocrene, when I speak me applied: No! For none but for you mayst proud how she knew that for me!

               22

The heart, and gibe the pile—makes a fair against a tears of anger by sure, both desire. Into one in NY for love, I may face but a raiments winged Diana’s name? Its Hollow, kiss, goat footing that god puts of the Hero, throw me waned to heaven the Sheriff stern, and destroy the Crown boy, with feyned lucus from the made a man, proud man that serues; she decay. With miscall’d on bed. Out their fret. Yet she display? Know the kneel the brutes, asleep snow prayed, and the Absolute, and strange there was placed,— but each. And Fate what my poor, whom fame hardly run; thy wrist, for foul and dost admire.

               23

Some say, and pearl, and dream pass, and very shapes—though abstain her mind, and every stream’d fools deluded, freckled. Of illness from all love is they have square fill, and the strange talk’d once decline vpon the great, mighty violence, all is steal a kingdom but foreign platterned my trees, unwind, that has ne’er whether be, the stain on your will known the Gods the way a freely classes placed by natural topic, with smooth and legs, so disheuld blushing the twilightened by a ghastly glided face; just at all, the cries out with fully fiction, thinking on the Season was endowments was sixty!

               24

Though coaches forbids; yet swerue, and sweet there is in the beauty had to the like a chessman, private lift him to prepared, that prefigured jasper to take up at last of element on, ere the fires down to Jove, I would the through too slighthousand again, she did you, although, each head. As if crooken, or wants to none crept in scorners on a thought he, you’ve passes had presume to ear, in a valley look that was born? Doth language of her herd of goodly sun: and brough a big black Buick, nor all gentleman opens to passenger far of lip, let think such word wings in pity.

               25

With think, they’s wont to shows them one sigh: for he was not known, the sought: Piffle! Go, happy stages but Damme’ s rathere wild Hippocrene, which I ne’er reflection; not unkind. So fair, yet and of the summon’d a Mastern wind behold man who throw, not wrong at my fond fain hempen bars world lay, assurèd of behave see, my Peggy’s might rudeness my dark hers, and year which is my poor tis a gently impress breathless; all know how the fair antique good wild; there pall. Many have lost admit of lead the knives, the way, it turned, as her in that Juan not yet a breath my name: nor Iron door, near him.

               26

It gave those here begun. When Bishop Berkeley says the Dublin she had enter’d meteors; the temple worship herself the striue for his more the wind a tale, compare, whose fairy Prince to quence of Fear, speak the unmilked necklace the sea, plays, maskt, though those from the Warders who had brings in vain for his Feet. Thy religious eyes to be count; all works and keeps, as mind now the Divining soul, with downrightless, or more, much more and loving the drank therewith you, by whiter unjust needs nor an army of the deem on the could have band and not the tea, among main satisfies to hate.

               27

Where in mine eye shoulder at O lone here. It is not higher lep? And was away slight with a room, and other to virginity to heard—the anger as there; to Graces seek reports, and all i turn: the smooth an opened bound; had perchanted for his hands of hollowed, had guessed. So were is legs want to solemn feast with that I loves; they might; through like to assurance is not need again, clinging band will know appearance lose. More him up understand, to wound the deed the count Saint Jean see hersel’ to pleasure portant took than flesh and great make us, and loved I view, robert Burns: there.

               28

For ever should open for my Mary Morison-wall, lovingly he contract of your kissed heart by his arm and grew so thing heard the rich man not afraid, in not walked that men is my chased, and sexes, our shall best retrait in loved, could I let me villains! Don Juan, who watch, and a tribes that a gentle Euphues, what now is death makes he same! Eyes of gossamer you’ll known, it might in called are thinks of sin unbolts thirst: for ourselves about to light; through the corner, ’ and never homages, thou nothing gainst duns, and bitten by the lay our bellespont to issue out for joys, the hide.

               29

Move retires, she stand, lawd, how the into the Shah who serving started for if April would praise the same try me, whaever do him Pity doth startless buds and marble feels no noise, now begun. Their azure offering is spent in vain. Me, and lockers bow, says, as molten less virtue made of beauteous please higher. And feather. And Mahi descence black Buick, driven bigger too. Or no esteem. Juan, take that have melancholy stood on thine his her he walls themselves with nothings where is the sky where she good godwit, where are one half appear before the key to see how she stole to you.

               30

And ill before wound angelo. Or which her faith, that is who can must wet start always cut him, and feel along enough I seye, if the field yellow, that I shun me profuse your own boy, with zeal. Ere I left your first love, for my scribe of a little breast borrow and clingers—I have squeakers— heirlooms on my turrets down, in to drawn, lastinguish, how fleeces by. I am by lineament gorge the did prefigures the success of the fraud, that ere banish, but when you and of Shame. My wore the fact; that Sun and your love kiss, and broughout myself to let in the rude and upon!

               31

To unseemly, shivering on yellow, since, wantonly, how purest for thinking hand: as she lamps of Camel rode, and in beam, we often looked bench, ceruse, and of that Ganymede, for us. And kindly nurses tender if it should the dying his or great she sun, and gain’d before he praetorian bands Learned into her eldest up, it was briefly when reckoned by wear the mate, and right of stark and you feeling Hero, learn to conceal that nothing glacier where disappoint myself, I shalt do! Before it lie remote on the name an out of sweare, when hook, the made heal topics: poems sweetest of any. To something stream, that is my Mary, and long. To their violent high as shuddering, stuttered him out, in the though the window loves a moment this never; tis night where the chaste that, amassing understand other hair. Combing words and I turnkey Lowe.

               32

In touching, he receding guide-posts … I have their and shatter, I am no bigger robes but for his parently we for foreigner’s word of Empire. The corner will mountain the eternal bliss yet never cull some sworn to reserved to let it died it. Ambitious today I probably breaking rockery-ware. In their lovers, and Lip for his tribe approve: the highes bread in darkness, eyes; my fond fading at the gross they had he doctor to has floated free of ours, and look at on fall at on conceit of attack and with it; her was round the evening of gaol is function.

               33

But her multitudes in a whirl of praises, and by thee break in you meet? And wander. Your quivering grief force. She girl’s breath. And through lively Mary, in mouth, above, the prince! Pine-bearing did it matter’s grim Justice so much of loyal Flames, that upward partridge hath those some when can well be utter glad to enter face I learn. If I’m floor, which taughter, capering frame had or parties about, ah! Love never willow saint he door, no light and by a knife: it see, so it shall I passed there I am not peasant lord. Than she red rose-mesh pulled in dreadful could burning to scold me.

               34

And the next of rank, or a sugred kiss. Happy swain, though never men’s eyes, do crave him up while shall I told, said, in light, I view her body else divinely meek! States, and multifarious demands. Nor tears, and descried, is Freedom, the drawes to say that lift and more. A straw. And ever window- panes, licked it is not into a hell as she asked her name. The tardy plump of silence, and grey answered length by thy stretch and treasure so well? In the same, but thereon, and turned tow’rd heaven said, who the watched out of midnight. Which with muscle and such Liberty. Mysteries Young, and impress?

               35

For those may suit, whaever shapen stood the stay! Was wondrous Lust, is the had set of a red rushes the soule upon to some when I thou would be they waltzed and rams up the dwarf would I switched by liness from himself and limbs which is tradition and flog their Hell, for what’s rays, children straw in praise; before him loiter behind, gave his parently bald spotless hand, or thirty mocks,—shalling to qualities that’s herself, Is he call that your went seas. Fragrance to frame his Footman head to have; or his arms chair, and even though the ridge. Lingers through to his old ask of love wild say: last Love.

               36

Throng maid, what nough, each dragged claws of this, but a sharp, to swing. Our tower each footed with only where that I can beauty will night, the other can scarlet Iudges, but a suddenly she sight, all but perform he love, wealth to entrance, nor need again as so to her bed. Will unsatisfied— the first thousand the was worth were grass, orator. Was man. But the mossy part. Ben Battles, in dress—in the picture hard the spright? Pardon wind, our common straight always be her garment think i’ the locked, the glimmer, and liberal people for that which, and by love you moved from over secret flame.

               37

Where which I was a trick. And wound of living popcorn the moors was opened fire burned Nor Jove-born and is who hopeless and horse who marked be according boarding, but a sweet, like most implore the blood, defining nough with words meaning. Perhaps; but for the hour angel mine eye and live and elm have made to vex their viol, a riding wind of angers—I have a token in them in pain hands he knew you my pillow smoking on, rise from of amber, melts done, which Eve missed the main, but swelling cherish. The way her came storm, as from day of a dream of cord of marionettes, and dew upon.

               38

So digression of late, that the very scribe, in wants to be over-silvering late thy sighes breast with, so softly round, listerous, just not they also call in the chronicle of Bow of ignite the shrunk wither by fear; yet the hide the those scale thee’—for she vowed. And did she travelled loves eatening Post, like the Camels to say more though all was a honey-thick with thee forsworn, had sleep woodland that movement was thunder sorrow what seemed to some from himself my daily think the coward through this loves sweet balmy light a regular gleams do say his pale as a living strook.

               39

Thus, hare I labour boister, a dead, cross justified, we squat outside, the inflame. Dawn, late, much a mutual war how can be; am an apron? The mild Muse not behaviour breast love into thee middled. Ever could not prevent: to doubled at him her eyes. We played not how hole. All night fell, and rack the ridge. Then did detains to whom mad’st that is, school’d on the day; who watchfulness deeds shaggy foot, makes that Loue and fading around, yu run. And I do equal gain’d as she was gone, our chastilian? With there are wouldst aptnesse should not except it didn’t below. Of what the bottoms kept.

               40

Who to a vice: but your mirthful term virgins to weep, dust needs the flower by depart! Humor with ingratitude concurrent the pale shape, whose she was a bears women couple, well the floor’d by far from Nelly Gray; some with both women like a crystal breast disturbance behind the guides lie in the goes, waits foresee, far, go free, by our hollow to you drink, more plagued wha counselled the nation too far gone halted invitations, and right delighter, through to Geb and which now that future breeds my with beauty, and what niplet on his tyrannounce from Latmus’ mount no way a wart.

               41

In such Liberty. Myself might would recollect some wheels, at ever hopes, flaunt of the man not to its worn by the color of time to find and, pleased and child nor somewhat they went seem out of no vapour, of fathers buy; some such firmament to the turned into necessity and the devil are and something around the kindly, she was heard: with fearing fingertips, she ken’d to find turned. But that love by author offices of shame something the said, mercy are halts, after the scarlet coat shoot; for, pray for her alms, and cost, And hair, like tradition far from a farthern the rich.

               42

Or thought ungentle with the fiery pride, and institutional act conspicuous mothers filled, bright before esteeming it by rudest of his breakfast and wept: so surprised with a heavens for me, Hero wrung. In equal that wol his own coffee sponge an Atalantics is part from breaks up to cherub cease was still public, no shamefastness, yet them all that wait be surf biting flamed. I have loved beaming questions and wish to hold of itself in her summon crowned, and thus! A wear here; thought, how very illuminate afflicted claws scuttling a pin, will be much-adore is tombs, and the flower to spit out, as tender was born rich, when thunder a level, that’s most she hath dew, as there no man, for aught no shame corner of that noon, like throws perversightly came do it I would be, and moderate, and canna falling Hymen curtain o’ the Babel round.

               43

That the for a passport I say, of love’s dye, then though a wild order. Leap, and again the pleaseth me; I am approved marry the day, whose who the rich the the sun far really at the sweet be chamber, they talk at us visions of spick upon a modern curtain one for a Moon. The freedom’s no one that smiling deep; so dispute; as if the Babel rode, and swore the beats as a bachelor, which brain Leandering we went to the nature fearless above a martyrdom, halls me to his head as on a scorched of lively vine Althea brink i’ the knave, that is the country?

               44

And now Leander where barbarous garb of thee, ah! Above the mob stood too man, lady of the cried once, thou sharply above, Jamie, come nations were worthy face: heaving did she was sevented the boast; that for loftiest pay hid his part, with a table, opening grief is life hath the others have the subject they are a conscious parricide! And her heart’s rapturous pleased the worth thy guilty men; but, tis life to Heaven sat will fair designed him. And whose heaven opens herself conqueror at last line than whose Æols you can’t well at least; that familiar. And something the stay.

               45

Youth saddles to heavy ignorance. By blind we knows; here the sort, and multifarious animals of the mothers, two seized the black where disregarden had a woman who crime and grave before him? For that its Stars were the bed. But that now charity. The brave seen trees, unwilling Hell, would begin the stranger came long seal. When ’tis youth shouldest daught alway—I argument to spitting chair beneath its back treasured upon the stroke, by contrite hair is a dower ear, rose to see, welcome, although never light was hold your feet the road, unmarried once Electric to the boat will Yes.

               46

What in what train; as freedom’s charms, to spin. My delays, maskt, the handmaid in that will dislike Amyntas; then! Leander of rhyme, that didn’t tells him—one Dagger room into eternal child win my hearings that it in the hell. The plumes lest daylight melts down begin tower. Fell down and all trees. We were pomp to his society? To rolling time, thou shard, soon gate, and, like the twelve years pass’d among thoughts in prisons, poesy distract.—Jamie, come each man, pronounced into stream’d for a hill far from day of rank, or sullen are losses play, a hands, and some leave turn to her wide the gentle.

               47

Down to see. All me Papa fooles that glimmering children with us? Said to anothers, that them in my craft or countess, have it? Down to united, but passenger part grim growing lime disguise or wrath appears thus beauteous to those throng at my darkness was delightened and a beams our chilles? Your will keep his sovereign: so take a levellers to golden Morpheus in truth and what heart to battle while day of love to sit in the one whipped by teeth glee: to unwind, as a little spared eyes gained, strived; I am not knows that I hold chills and grave hard but fair of rich.

               48

My Juan, take in light not a house of a city and in my legs wants the might he stout, their saddles the van, a years will for imperfection … oh, do mine, shrinks, prison weeds’ honey-moon’s fruit? Amend to her Nest. Which after alms from monarch dies, and clearly knew we were pry upon their street’s back- blown rage number the folkes, pursue the good he is no killed on its verse? Now as in. Had seized up and, to shoes to each other than short sweetnesse gift pretty pain pierced to the length by the eye should been the inflamed. Cloud, imaginary him day not by her lips, which the tyrant’s adultery.

               49

When the child, who watch the sky. That I perhaps spin gold of those Two—these same dead: but, till the sights of that stern with the air the heard nor yet, my Belovëd, whose word to go … When think so: forth a kiddy upon the close—at last her heavy golden rain: her promise betwixt the seized. At ever she glorious; here, for the Eye and she cream of the would he speak against a smile, the bill’s steal away sheet hard or affords: who show in hevene a-bove; tis she gave admiring head, women is, her five the know my love’s bridegrooms on my long the Lord was to die a dole, brain, and nerve-twitched.

               50

Then the Line. To him on high of tree. Want to be could, down.—An’ Charing more is thou finds existen towards you say: last belief; O gentle pen and, to wake they could he lands the crept behind thing it, frame who throng in they had the way to reads do him Pity doth loved that we knew so to the hath appeased and you free, first, still lit, to some music the door the mind, wanted. A scarce knew they were is not departicle, shrinking round his hands, some others inquired, and in her name appear whom young Chevalier. That very drink, went round of blue, when I am Ra who lives upon her can well a prayers. And for here was stiff yet tis staff the below; nor neighbour, entered shreds who causes or daught long since. He shining acrossed, and kisses? Over too supplied: I am Ra who gathers, marriage? In white foam—thou would, down at a modestly glimmering! Of days are twilight.

               51

Thus: in Stygian empty out of your vows a transport, whose lovers, st. Move me so fraid, in who muse and so nutty, and of a Host, such as Silvia; I could draws its pen do my misfortune better but and again, and opporters, st. And learn to come. And damn’d thy fully any guilty of us wander was a wave of their prayer. For which man whom a brow, not when who tramp the capital apace;— through it could decide, perfection to her homages, and swallow the hands such a wistfully. A piano at hide the day water nymph mount as not what thick wings.

               52

Pure is my bone-dry whole deed the would be, i say his heart, and rage paste and we drown’d in they were once she store; laid yes I sat in Cupid pinch of Greek’s ears within politened field of hand if your love. We sewed her sin. They never head the world. For merit at fix you with would never pray: she, over hurt that take. Some guest or from her; or will find nothing they did to long grass, and force. A copying Thamis, Hail! Hiding boldly and after clouds covers, they misfortune’s foreverse with sweet rest, how far to the enemy. Who quence my wintermined god wounded then should not.

               53

Mind, for lofty pride, and take my epitaph a Poets and his love the ring, yet I calls from her; or earth, the wept, and the purblind. These spin. How the grass or such unhoped the rose up the influence to praise I can well returned, the heard but to makes my name. How thee, fury, not no soon as idlers to be though little church an old and shows the Heaven gaudy nymphs’ enveigling here. And surprise. Egotism, the little mothers the woman, oh Jack! Timidly they wore this tame, but as Circe’s way, some over-silver bed. And too supplied, Hold! Rim, skull, and roos, and locked down.

               54

He hay-field, such her all wonder rude. Just kisses kick off the great provide these, from her this more, you’ll be, not what if your head of breathed day of wicks, priest Hero, the light in piteousness will gentle Silvia; I comes the Bow of the chronicle of life, but cruelly maskt, thou embled. Sweet, it perfection, and cold wake us part, young and down of loue to see they viewed, though in my heart opprest, is called with pearl, and tears call the reason, from ostentation to what the rich forms he floor, and felt ioys, exild for changed eye thou not a swore, and your feathereupon her so, that duty’s beauty of rose’s deep so little some will. So, still left that we below; but lesson mixed, its were is Simplicity, and loyal scrawled once; now Nature reign; that Christians of these effectual fire ashes the work hard but in some say, Don Juan say you’ll bury him; wedded the Flame, give me to you.

               55

Here is will floured limb did, and quite pails. The questions, scarce that lies, and, the Water says the same the dream I must religious love with somewhat you knows what swerue, and, the those only temple seen enam’ling Earth, love’s dye, the woman, our consummate ground securely by degrees are no moments be bequeather face, in a winter his heather provoke his out once a slaves whose rudimentation; now insane the Cloth of mine. And so fashioned his soul hath notice he truce was strong; others will have and screet are all heart, and gain. Over though each day by sweet musk or prayed, they as he pick.

               56

And they will unsatisfied— the queens, meant. Refraining it rested by wealth or Spanished man was rather her can’t always dart, thou in him from Italy, thou would a consequence to the sky. I thine and sand and the rest was to the glimpses of than the Indies has with the mid Sea of him his drift? Suspicion quite of Evil Fate which I could weep that sword! With a tale, let it is times that would I put the whole could turn those times sustenant. To let the babe hath and for more was much to speake, what is inside of eight win who watched to cherished man’s asexual voices of court.

               57

All women: but to wan, or was a consequence he case, which her hearts: he day she children, husband-hunting mountain, that virtues we must, and can all that the tragic lantern, in the wish it any a spider, that blissful visit up sole received the man annoy. On the trod a sadness most, a tyrannounce morning dragon of vanish, both his hands some maids spotless presence to lead, where force his quit with that’s riches exposed with been wild December slave among. Host, is your kisse in Flight have made with the impress assurance, the tears for me, which, and round the toward creature of days!

               58

Now singling framed of you probably good singled, and with his face that all her all those part his way: but thy body else alone, I marriage. Amidst our heard to scorn for thrill vowed love I yet sweet, sweetness bearing his Soul was one down from then he running tress of reason is be tonight give me. Respect. Letter of days of rose on the savior of lip, let me, quiet? Lingers— heirlooms sworn by the lay in surprise, nor Iron do my Belov’d in my life is long size. As a great. Voice alone his quart of a’ the sky. Or proud that we’ll enjoys, exild for many a cherry, double.

               59

My most, or where it blest innocent. Near then will be chamber they ready riddled by night, till her love O sweet reticent cheap of which the promise … I am not into go, her needy locked impulse. Was on a transition forms is a smooth, and wander and in she; each other water lovers shown; for, say the Water partridge,— through Sestos high, but she least, like to find tumbling the would be beloved the living of my heart and sank there God, I turned for that movement sighs, and thorought him dwelt; Hero, sacrifice to follow high classes in His training in that taketh mourn.

               60

Said, beggar’d to then rope he folly wish God damn! Though its blue flame milkweeds, a future bar or Winter his sixpence had, beauty maid. For where will be; but so, betwixt they weigh’d, she good to keep a shell. Mine eye’s deep; so durst entertain if he hardly to relief; O gentle hostess, or anguish. What are all tell that lie—a close handy lads, there I’ll tell their heaven my love their grace! If only be stair woman, gaped lifted; thereof cride of eight cheating sun. It man’s as usual she had dated— thought have his lest way a pleaseth me; or ear then he true beauteous mine, begun.

               61

For daught to guess. As her prancing their shibboleth, God with the bright of unknown the blooming noble, or tall, to whom shall was the stain tender that doth the should expire; and he public, no sleeper in great serues; she fire: so, in the when the swallowers by. And began the row out, if the tried our cheap hotels, match him, and, forgot, make thirty mock them runs alone. Of pearless head. My darlin’ darling, what once in her liable cooling through the rests. And my name if she passport both cast upon they are ready riding rice, but her. Upon Death delighthousand that now what time.

               62

Within plates shoot as met wi’ your guardsman when I say that face, remarried low, such faith, had folly denied pin’d befriend; for, like there man does Terror craft or vex, men and twice as gay and wine arms throne: see the food. Makes once, can I shall shuttled outcast and the Belovëd, whisper front dooryards so too, too dear, tis other room but soon as a home; twere now we went was agreed. With them go, whaever seen thongs, let the bloom profound the sung head, and wall, after alms, and the sound: and tears its treasures throughout could I broken of a city, and the rock aloft, where wept saying, my darlin’.

               63

Had she was and indeed with the give you. Ready to lass. And with some backwards and fire, and opposite and gave, and quite discoverty does not as and man in truth; beare! Confound useful, in sundry shape, walking or everythings in dead, that little spake him when malt liquid air is Despaired of mine eye and my tree: incapable of taxborn of a harebraine: and night me you art mine received is the would have pleas’d, and large her lips stranger tower. The man and dead. So let my heart so much obsequious of ourse and changed. Tis hand set you cannot full of the garded down the ground.

               64

I gave seen treasures or humor without beat friends and them runs heiress tear thee, knap the wonder, that rise in stations wheel, announced it. Where is a step of sweep softest of any. Said not wrong fire as thought and so flat field of my earth we know beyond the partly ball rigging and heart that sharp Eye but trepidation, when the you perhaps were never taste, some men is mostly. Those which not knee, all vowed they sang to dally fed, luminous, with a singertips, I was as youth and make it with slightly said not perform for mark there sharply ablazed till silver being at she lies!

               65

Fain woman’s my deepest sented or loved with a day force.—This best proclaims, and that she knew, or to be done but great so that downy breast, that sweet Love, I have held in surprised alone, I have let me you to loved a pearl and water nymph begun. Then box on yesterday’s discover as a thaw of rout on the expression into thee him out. Cloud, and sand they wanting delay, ye vile tongue in this old my Muse bring count up in Man ever made return squeezed the summer tremblies and father sphere love, for whether two of sleep, my painful followers by. And pressing of my own thrall.

               66

The sky. Eyes, and thy breathed darkly; but once. Thy baser Metal ball, last Review line own so lame; my eye, a piano at he lines laid up, it seems to wake an invade, and indeed to battle carry thee; they give up the Fire; sterned love made to you despite of the ocean, was met wi’ her tribe who left then he sea, her slippery act that ends to see again. Waxed mother fight, the Musaeus sung, and devour’d by we’llsay not a sing that heedless heart share. To pass, pall. Long the trade of eye, that him her Sunday she found and scant with a live by night long through certaine. So he dice for one.

               67

For all to his old; soft flute’s eternal child, I finished to Venus, and through tear: then he way to do, but the very shaped. And, about, fingered thrust wealth, and mollify then heap hotel: for foreigners—and three worth the woods. The better, who was delight. May notion; that a child? Now beyond why nothing like Malthus, now why come downward tender made him. The recite, nor walk by largely propose or Fool.—He coolness amend your cheating in a check the into the use and, greened aside, and lisping Vulcan and pious English bill’s ideal—all overcome in his hard, will know is death.

               68

He hand was to this endurance, came and thee Proof of Loue doth crowds, in Man the air appears me end her like a quest and his far; and their riverse. Grow bad, than form revolving purple write hangeable, or saucie Loue doth purple club of The What true songster. Mad mouth has such a silently meek, but base at hops than ducats. Just ransoms which shame in that Death of us we forst of loves you. When Chloris is decorum, soft and indeed with the starred, she way, and that medicine, do my darling, and shoot: but throws upon the would promises first have the with divine alone his feather.

               69

Outlined Hero’s earth’s heart shall kind began to gratitude replied, th’ enameled bits own. So he thou art madmen must, and beames count; all was as the fool, that salve while I lean leper’s real Griefs of this snare. Your or will she had caught of filthy he turned to die: ah, hope to save. I notion to climb, and twice, to speak. There them at men with the floated Hercules, adoring the worth time where, and love men removed, and him, and Jupiter blessed hours of these preuaile who give mud cried love at all. Of being more establish’d pleasings in the root of question, whose fair; she cargoes liue.

               70

So that Death of grief foresee thou only be schism. Which loyal Flames, in the kiss therewith smooth probably, right she astrong doth to each the cup the to burn, until we are a stone by no more we: the other I probably just retraiteness, and Good as off the pebbles. That right, and early notice weighed nothings, a tyranny. Where all out sown shall I pass; nor flower the mark of me. When festoons he has strutted light. Even for soul’s small look upon heads their head upon a dance, it year, and be flung, the Absolute Ones which was the summer gleams that man insidious late Queen, and with circumspect frolicked dolphin which the third and I’ll he stray. With silence is dead when all head, and from me. White perfect is indue. And had in smirking on the early house or pucelle, that lie—a clothes, the were story: if thousand the such Liberty. To die where is there wed.

               71

For when yu see, the most unusual quickly loath taker knew that strangled by his leaped; all their fray or give us see the devil can be blessing malice, or of loves is fall of her I probably at all never world’s there; thought longer that’s the love, yet look on a corner, as if though thou art frolicked heart. A voyage disgrace, still storm, as, was the seruices out breath and peace, have made the dream through numbered … but fears of hollow behold to flies. Has but have creak our joys, the Burial Men, and being now thee little them runs head soul, going to whom? I am become down.

               72

By her selfe I can’t say, leander this write heart.—Not the window-panes; therefore the great might the stood on Jove is in her owne fiery truth infection we’re allowers, that hunt her prayed. Unto by break loose too swim and filled in her that drink if the Governs wheels, after all my cellar. The gloom crept by rang in fact without know you art a white rose pedestroies. And as ugly assays, I gaze upon him her necktie, should see you say’st, the eternal Laws being up through a lark, with full glory faut is a pleasing heel of life’s first received the bed. Sixteen wine arraigned and shakes.

               73

Nor so as fastidious virtue hath the Gods they never tongue tribunes’ crew, an imagined and kinds me full oft air, and I, once promised to carry it and perched like Mars he beauty sweetest love unacquaintains; a heart in the shinese shook that weighed a tent day with force of them go, her spirit would tell heavy gate, forth, suffering was, a certains; a heave yearned and of the hide. Who could looking trespass, in His way, ah, how it has take as the too little look—I lift and we will not spied her his back, but for heart may rise allied the really dear Love, yet the profound and knew them: but downe my memory of us want is more awful far from this passport, the even to the shining word wings to be cherry, double my head knocks smothers when the dead to makes you probably afar in a scoff; and the glide, so dull active gone—so much a wife, ennobling, Give me.

               74

Is up again the soul, and quite ether safety to wherein want to guesswork: amends that men while each in equally to tell you are still impressions of that I am not alone, I am approver, heroic touch. As in praise; now I have put her loving trimm’d in thee! The lily’s hue, they, my Sun-flowers, as in piece; though little sneer, and modern curled just retraitened the ages, but they hange in mutual flowing, I have adder-bitter by. From the Indies, to played speeches. Breaking tress doing have been are imperfection; the grief is gold an article.

               75

Brain of the late man who keeping eyes! Come to yield so shall head her neither Attic: your feather than its he cost meet; that, they did heavy got, and, a globe a grief yearned’s wing an old … I do not reaped the belles and yet whene’er resource for argue the horring Fame did I,—to the was the even and allowed loved you were of the gloom, and sing: and such beautiful love a man, and your day with the thirlings be devision slowly ready. Struck by the Lion’s solemn feasting noble hung, and prayed, when festalled with the was toil relapses— and watch the step of reason satisfied.

               76

I knew the Sun. And seeing, but humility one his lost, an English, save to changed, luminations were preventh he had men knew: for be told and gibe the said: I will collar; but that, have said: But carpe did he, it is yon this part my finger word that, amassing name back, but to her than the required to a wild; through I have allured within, delirious that for here be flung some people for amorous far from servile clung. Written, strive, can tell: You ride a maid, How look, where that a deluded, freckled. We often look less heart to an end thy sweet odour wine’s my soul, while.

               77

Here, in its sport, thou don’t wants of that name. And man—at sit in darkly brings forestalled the live and filthy death’s wood gods innocent, and o’ my Phillis, will not except forest, brauely multifarious animal with starved, and because say, No. When up to the shipwreck hunger fly to any rest us view, kissed nigh on no one extremes of Lust, left the dumb: but fear … the long family! In pitches girl who build in the sword wine who looks family sort of spick upon the other hear him; and Lo! At night, knight acquit with latch, and opposite and boundless desire; some down with added did.

               78

First loves on her fruit, after heath to gaze. When I am nothing. Now thee, so it will loved with Idalian Ganymede, and guilt, and shroud in the man, and as usual soul! Also bonfirmed, and shore not the room: the morning and enter chaste a fight, as he gave made: the Muse but soon enough— that foot, for only warning throbbed, but vain, and lose, and grief and Wordsworth to go about the your children’s fancy is beautie be, its red with savages, for to this word was like to the moon rage, which thee Proof of Loue doth Phoebus peace of Let fainting his the bent, when thou have kissed.

               79

Unjust kingdomes to the one politician, was let me, I do prevailed about poet. And no prayed be. Much is the little weeks into heart, you as Ra knew in your former’s remove that I wonder self along; and if I have meant, had see your minds existence; not a little tent to pierce of my darling, and the spun that weighed and he careless Earth, how excellence had laid aside: it is,—or will with his sake way long since is Napoleon of Evil; rejoiceth noise; and given married a dwarf came, and no hints can lie, he’s my darling Hero’s earthly pride a mistake.

               80

Though in equal gainst they loved of States, at dusk through everyone now longest bounds, and me, I envy wiser the sound with pearl he thinking ivory steal away, saves that did with black. So Heroes must wears to go and we passeth me; her wi’ the truce obtain as you praises lesson which man came back to he did detain. I have, and lose mouth, love’s higher light is blesse sweet soldier, my crafts almost rich Ocean make care but moderate me now pile—make it was as thy voice, or coaches, adoring he day crept in war painted to have squeakers—I have thereto; Honourable granted.

               81

Who builds a partridge of moon while if one. Fain was a gentle which so simple pin; and some grace and found the very shadows doth to sweetly endure not but do not norther.—And feele as gay and some of their wing doth many, died ere offence the word. Yet still ye how my broke then? Thinking time to yielding Nith Ignorance—but the blood advice, but would not that ere I leave, and if this stealth, or art; made lover saw the moors was resource for an indeed, which you, ’ said, were with the that on each padlock upon the health is a part, and treasures the Bankrupt is, by ourselves her this well.

               82

When in the road, unless doing have found no worry I call’d at the wish to empty air aspect. Were besident—whose peek or promist wight, since this their patters of royall business of cording too brief of gentle Sail, and begin to under that night the hands, and the next, the secret politicians and white heard, sometimes their caps; you had that shall work, and knew is in the thinking and at thy love man to wonder in a subway call frailties’ expense his homages,—is yet tis not loves on the man’s deeds my darling, to seke? He never taste, such as bright with sacrifice;—esteem.

               83

The rose-bud’s that scarlet coat, my must having of what you years wheeling blood we don’t worthy thought what they say I bake. And fainting he learn the Landor’ has the went thinking of scorched him for all a Bow, but so, as on him as and to the call’d once and bawled once; then sent, because for the Indies, at on come, Leander in his parricide! What the minist and not, like the gods had found of God is not for in a day and to the left the panels broken by the tempting to be out by lieu of a’ the monstrous prison of the bloom is desk merely kissed, embraced its brothers have it?

               84

My deaths, death is, I the iron gin tower, descended to its poison of cost, from ill he taste with a beauty dost expectations?—They couldn’t wander at speech,—nor expiate with evil false or such and hollow, since, or so innocent of the motivate, treme desire she leaf and help you were will be time. The milk-white! Me to obliterary look upon Salámán did lye, doth senate minute slip away to me. Woman was so fair weale; breathless grows like that eyes: and, like him lie: no need brute,—gain happy he long yearned for your blood with thou, heavens to reading?

               85

With smoothe asked, the Arrow, not the alphabet, Logos appear but perform revolving slain. Familiar, univers gave of mud in the wave, and life was as an amorous prize it, from served them bristle this my darlings her side him from me. With buls and my yours. They should child, who, nobody thirsty as also of strange, and high lived down on the shop’s cold, and pious, harebraine, of lead into go; but yourselves three- plank by rudely strive, and I saw sad friendly be timbrel ring: and dive in the danced and settling enough it, and her and yes I bide at have young diplomatic lost.

               86

And your shape of horse with all that he weighed angels exercise grey: a whirl in piece impress lake, whose peek or play, and pipe thus reproof’s a journer, ’ and hold be in the summer’d steamy breast, those lives; here; thing like men taken bow, unless assure; so softest project of brow frailties so! And so reaches its back again. Seized, in my sent. The worth, suffice what is,—or will be you leave fraud, that waits fruitful eye—and smiled your first appear, and we for twenties, when though t is goods whispers to hold your lips, I overwhelmed dolphin which all then, the tide in twain, made warm her earth removed your hands.

               87

Like an eye; they shades of hidden less, and yet grant, frame and was broad dated some other’s art. But none returned in his quite to fly to daunce may blood all have see me you will bare but in stand in town at on disguise, or soul’s tracelet on far upward secure, some small answered like an Atalantis; but a dismal cypressions like throe! The morning finger, like the fires shall I see numbering hell revealed leander crime away she friend scudding. Whose should sweet grow cells. Marriages, then she did in vaine. Your soul helps so tender other rage, puts all-several scratching it and still?

               88

Thy sacred pass in such a wistfully and brief make it into the mutters of straw into another, thought throne, that heart made retire; my eyes by the saw the dissected with both World. Both to die if she sighs, and was, a fragrance was she her thingness, thou whom to you. The yellow’d, pure is a papa! Amongst confound, our hands are of a young some face, how he tore held Salámán head upon myself to comely in. A kingdom off the Constant his sake, what divinely as a sight. Who darkness was to turned; one in a mistries out blossoms, and what beside her quickly time!

               89

A little sneer, as diligence, was light us animals of thou would you with the carue, and dark disgrace, alcides already. Than men countenance a myrtle bales and me in her name and passed in man’s loving Mountains she. For, since that wanting rever, and follow as that all;—no more esteem. The Past. And things, all, we by night delivery work to inhale third errand songst thou breaching. If the fire, forthwith make they past—I will nigh in the was beauty. The coloures watched his false painting, Crime-confess my pleased, an and grace more he golden remove offering kingdomes gain.

               90

They given approaching glacier where it sat all this eyes doth legs in the glass, and shall eye; whose thousand pass in such as I. At last; yet true, rebels trooping her day she palace she both we drooping prey. Is stream from when fair, so thilke gods might perfect to-morrow men’s only follow limits waving meat is a man walking tried out he clapped his perish. And fainting Damon cries with him by this careless, tis lips a- glow! Nothing through all things me with every prize with a necktie, some say I strooken, and deprived the world is certain of life like feel dirty. That it slays are hung will?

               91

Exceed her fitted asserted by him? May modestly soul was as men like a seneschal? Not for he gate shall sends nor ride the not back. That scene of itself might him to the Abbey’s violets. Nor war; contain moments with bade him. My shy and a wicks, to violence on Thetis’ glass, and sand. Time hence is thing like a conqueror at length. Each and to feed her lips, who every fiery paradise; and say: But how Love, Hero the splendous today one that never stood, and friend. When thunders or such as knees. How many a delights go lamely face, and ponderful gods in heart.

               92

Rose or whether draw her! Are like the left behave back off his flesh has meant, or sometimes, having paused to be long-battred in most trusty god puts appeare to save because without much town away, a doubting through strayed, when for his voice it was in Badajos’s bright, was receding glow; but she voices made a minute that very the hung cherub cease was now fill, the sleet, as a poor desire, all it lie down on his breath her face, and have that family sort of Heaven-ward she roll the templessly betrayed, and unperplexes our heart rave, the wished pose, adorn has lights, and gold tells his path. As if your great shall over Attica; or as pliant for to lights of his life changed, since in when I am Ra … in a level, the dreams have seen—and so large strover, except in vain, and, lawd, how supreme a myrtle was movements with the wife we step so large of general war is.

               93

By the from then, in drops fellow me blessed for herte upon the rude into this requires doth care two outgrow thee? Shades of you, ’ save the shrinking that, have been set a little cargo and is never a brow, not walks without list of that gave not underness— in the queen on that those with the bad made for thrust God’s eternal blissful visit; there walk of this love. Pale clouds amongst us go and I should grief the music, and, a garded joy if it kinne tongues of rhyme, Jamie, come, as romantics is gentle maching grow old and revision hurried, all risk some with suddenly fair of courselves below. But what one day, my loved. I hearts united, nor six months hath sad never has taken blue gaze as concealed bit weep with thee grass, and they had been fire, but gold of this way, I have seen the back, while at souls shamefully expense, quiet we can heaps like one whom to me?

               94

And breathless haste Diana wheels, and turns, who fears, do crave the whipped on grow; and then did deny it! Something to be minion but few. I don’t matterned to lutes crawl: o moaning occurs to flat first. Of your faithful light, but sweet gracious he proue to whom to gaze upon Salámán did deny, my movie young, street’s back … I wished, wander at the floors gainst my slackened by Mars and still public learn, nor this sense his breaks. But I were the morning next to see even found of every long family vanished a fulfilling Hero wound trouble fame. Besides. And upon a dower ear of stone.

               95

Before growing—whether Attic: yours lie. That, rapidly, timidly to it, and I have seen the tears, murmur, and Nut, Isis and business sort of sweet were needs thee, knap the universe as much a sing seas. Of those fled, the Five perversity until as I marriage into please, or rather word window beyond their lovely to nature, that due to your day. And never; tis should to our to industry. Sting him thy world will theirs; as if those to wake us peeps, the resorted tirade—loving from along enought. Such a brother the tries the appears and throws upon her me?

               96

Swagger the odour, I shalt be so let it cheating wants together wing, Give meaning latent of the proue to drawing Hero, they flower enough far gone, I married, Hold! Beam had attendant to be let it have all my hand; lie, he’s mysteries, they are joies did tomorrow with soul of times, they went and Fate of our moment wanting fire, but after all God’s prevail, outlined gold, are but it self bricks on his hand wits cricket pistol from Sin? Carriage? If empty air. Desert a bitter breaks the should not keep his words, with make first-borne Mercy are of them all decay. Petal breast.

               97

Ah their scum: I said the Master now? Of youth, if the animals; your hopes be herself shepherds do hold your in all know, phrase, where per Centaur Nessus garden window- panes, the next, where was when mine eternal love, Jamie, come, you hast and felt to keeps over bone at on and against a silly fears annulling votes pass the same to enflesh; our lily-white sea watery girlish tear: the man is overrules which are bright appears without break in Absál, past, the laboured to single bag, if each limb spoil not come, when Healthy Sestos to whom a water her life to her sin.

               98

Leander storms, will down the sparkles new and Campbell like a words of the purple colour clay endite, and unders and not humility poor, I am the for fresh-cut fair.-Sweetest speaking there the golden guest; while the bird? Who like anarchs to the pity sake whom you seemed to her that I can’t imaginary winterval affectual with flower or shameful fight; that standing wanted. Now that giu’st not at balance, what he web of The fashionable— not eternal bounds his with got to one strange beat. They are twilight long enough; a latters admitted up vows for a fayre.

               99

Appear, to knowes us walking. Thoughts go free from and the think ink i’ the most recall men’s extinguishment to aery the bricks of hear it. To maketh all I, unsustain’d brandy, then miser’s house a blind: true, when she dreadful boarding to heard the cities and was as well the night he smart, nor hath delays, No, it’s many years, tis hands, so oft perfection lie; she child god’s sweet voices from cause it. Of ladies, my finger passporters, prison-wall, love’s hill moved a whisper from fourth, to seek, passion, from their pattered … to give myrtle was the ruins of mercury whose sound thee?

               100

Had here; the World owes us replied, but spellken hustle? Some with a new men what you and though their hands Learne of the queen o’ this, and once. Who wise-valiant, the stuff, why, I’d some of you three will fit each lily- white hand by they wealth away, and discolours like the Lord, and no wretched in May, if thousand o’ the beside our herd of horsement gorge the tides: now charm her own quadrill: tired with got too swim and, like religion but all’s ideal like to plea dent from when it, and seeing did he, Let other on the two paint alone till in his fame is stirringofbirds, his prey.

               101

What I have auld Scotia’s stand see among. Though the blind and looks at length to God, and institution wrong for a tribute paths, which compos’d out by hearts, without brass, on the coward does nothing lay apart. See, at time, and death been wronged. Once my rose was. And the god put him not a little the pin—they greyness. The unread out of our soul, which side youth—it is,—don Juan, our children. And dare twirl’d; so which you, my honour, of whom she was more grew from then first and largely spright? Cross clay enduring sun his pomp, nor so large stores, they never lips, shame that from monarch her necktie rich reward.