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BELATED HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!
Okay look, I know it's super late, I got busy WISJIDBD NEW SHROUD BROS ART WOOOO + I'M BACK ON TUMBLR def didn't give up on the background
Close-ups !!
Base/Reference !!
Ignis (The devil) Is my oc
Elk (The angel) belongs to Pie Apple !!
#twisted wonderland#disney twst#twst wonderland#twst#twst oc#shroud brothers#ignis shroud#twisted wonderland ignis#twst ignis#idia fanart#twst idia#twisted wonderland idia#idia shroud#twst original character#twisted wonderland original character#twst ortho#ortho shroud#twst ignihyde#ignihyde#twst fanart#twst art#twst oc art#twisted wonderland oc#shroud brothers fanart
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idk what to feel
#leona kingscholar#idia shroud#ortho shroud#twisted wonderland#genshin traumatised me sm i thought the pity reset when i saw blue#132 pulls AAAAAAAAAAAA WHAT IS THIS!!!!!#at least he’s home 🥹#pome check igni check#spam.
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Nerdy bastard broke my 100. I didn't even see Grim on the balcony or the mirror screamed at me.
BUT I came prepared for this outcome anyway.
My beloved tako!!!! Now I can get the aforementioned nerd in just 20 summons.
#twisted wonderland#twst summons#azul ashengrotto#idia shroud#anyway igni was the final dorm without any SSRs and I got the nerd early#now the question is whether Mal will eat up my life savings
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Captain of Squad 12 "I'm not a doctor. If the subject is still alive, don't call me". Lieutenant of Squad 12 “Please call for any reason.”
🔥 Idia and Ortho Shroud 🔥
Requested by: @comingyourlugubriousness. I'm so sorry for the long wait.
[ Part 2 of this. yes, part 2. ]
🔥 Curiosities:
🔥 Captain almost never leaves his laboratory or visits the human world unless the event is related to experiments. His lieutenant usually goes.
🔥 Idia's zampakuto are twin katanas, and curiously Ortho's are too. Both are related to the Ignis Fatuus.
🔥 Idia mostly uses his creations to fight. At the same time he tests them on his opponents. (Mayuri energy).
🔥 Ortho usually brings human technology and Idia "adapts" it to Soul Society: Televisions, cell phones, video game consoles, microwaves. Idia hates this, but finds video games interesting.
🔥 Experiments + Video Games: Idia never sleeps.
🔥 The captain talks excessively through messages or cell phone audio.
🔥Idia usually talks to Captain Azul, because Azul insists.
🔥 They belong to one of the Noble Families of Soul Society, along with Malleus, Kalim, Leona and Sam. They usually meet every certain time and are a very chaotic group.
🔥 Ortho walks around Soul Society all the time and visits other squads. He also looks for places that sell sweets, and then drags the captain away by force.
🔥 Among Idia achievements is changing the shape of the Zampakutos. However, it is a long, dangerous process.
🔥 Lieutenant Ortho is actually his Zampakuto, who took shape and accompanies him. Only the other Captains and Lieutenants also know, since their brother died a long time ago.
🔥 Ortho will protect Idia at any cost and against any loss, whether enemy or even another shinigami.
🔥 His brother, Ortho, was reborn into the Human World as Quincy.
#TWST Bleach Au#twst#twisted wonderland#idia shroud#ortho shroud#This has been on my mind since October 2023 and I change it countless times until “now it hurts enough”#twst idia#twst ortho
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Stretched out my character design muscles by turning a bunch of my favorite* Pokémon into cute girls inspired by the original creatures.
(*Galarian Weezing and Clodsire aren't as high on the list as the rest, I just had some fun character design ideas for them, but everyone else is definitely my top 10)
Character names and short bios below the cut:
Glaceon (x2) | Firn & Mint | Duo magicians specializing in ice magic illusions and fantastic icicle displays, they're part of a band of performers.
Farigiraf | Zarifa | The curator of her own museum. She has a fondness for the old, dusty, magical, and especially cryptic.
Falinks | Hexa Semestre | Genius inventor, master of technology, immature brat, and super full of herself. Very much chaotic neutral, she's prone to nice and naughty acts alike, but it heavily depends on her mood and whoever is paying her with the tastier snacks.
Whirlipede/Scolipede | Latrielle | A high-ranking member of a secret evil organization. She specializes in taming and breeding dangerous beasts and insects with her unique charm and strange magicks.
Ribombee | Talis | A teeny tiny pollen collector and seller. Using her fairy intuition, she's able to tap into the mystical power of flower pollen, and turn them into a powerful healing substances and painting materials.
Sylveon | Pennon | An energetic acrobat who's part of the Glaceon Twins' performing troup. She also part-times as a candy shop clerk. Which candy shop, you ask? All of them.
Galarian Weezing | Madam Miasma | An eccentric perfume maker and wandering saleswoman. She shrouds herself with her own special perfumes. Her mood, methods, and prices dramatically shift with each kind of aroma.
Breloom | Boleta | An apothecary who lives by herself in the forest, studying mushrooms. She's learned the effects of many fungi breeds and their spores, and weaves them into her staff and self-defense fighting tactics.
Slither Wing | Dawn / "Daybreaker" | Professional wrestler in the evening, monster fighter in the morning. "Daybreaker" wakes up squarely at sunrise to fend off the daily influx of giant monsters that threaten her peaceful city.
Clodsire | Daisy | A simple lackadaisical young girl who's often seen prowling the marketplace, conversing with random passersby and indulging in free samples.
Wailord | Lady Duchess McGalleon | The only child, heir, and right hand to a canned plankton tycoon. While patiently waiting for her huge inheritance, she helps her father by overseeing the company's workers, always looming tall over them.
Typhlosion | Ignis Megaboom | She's always throwing herself into fights with no purpose, but her behavior is likely due to insecurities or something. The only time you'll see her exhibit patience is when she's charging up her explosive attacks.
bonus doodles & sketches, including some scrapped designs:
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Den Rielle lille Havfrue
Updated info for my oc
Birthday: Dec 5 (Sagittarius)
Age: 18
Height: 6'2 ft./ 187.96 cm
Dominant hand: Right
Homeland: Coral Sea (but they do have a house on Queendom of Roses though)
Family:
-Idia Shroud (cousin)
-Ortho (cousin)
-Ignis Shroud (ignisshroud's oc + cousin)
-Herakles (cousin)
-Syv Havene Hagen Havfrue (ignisshroud's oc + Den's older brother)
-Melodee Aira Havfrue (little sister)
-Unnamed 4 other siblings
-Unnamed mother and father
Other names:
-Havfrue
-Den (family and close friends)
-Fish (Floyd 💀💀 istg he dont know what to call him)
-Rielle (mostly what fans call him)
School: Royal Sword Academy
Grade: Junior
Class: I still havent made sections
Club: Music club
Best subject: Music, Practical Magic
Hobbies: Collecting
Pet Peeves: Unnecessarily mean people
Favorite Food: Strawberries, Flans, Fried Seaweed
Least Fav food: nothing in particular
Talent: Singing
"Housewarden of Chorusirene. A bubbly idol whose goal is to give smiles, awareness, and protection to others through melodies. He performs with Neige on stage most of the time"
#twisted wonderland#oc art#oc stuff#royal sword academy#twst oc#disney twst#twisted wonderland oc#twst#twst wonderland#ocs
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A couple of asks related to our twst x danganronpa post from yesterday, and a couple of random ones.
Anonymous asked:
I’ve been fooling around with Danganronpa in Twisted Wonderland and seeing what houses they’d be put into. I got Miu Iruma in Ingnihyde (She pulls her top down lower so her assets are on full display), Nagito Komaeda in Scarabia (He drives everyone nuts), Sakura Ogami in Savannaclaw (Kind of like the den mother to everyone), Korekiyo Shinguji in Diasomnia (Creeps people out.)
(aggressively googling the names because it’s been quite a while and I barely remember anyone other than Komaeda, Hinata or Junko) OHHHH MIU WE LOVE THAT BITCH- She would be perfect for Ignihyde, but the Igni-boys wouldn’t survive her. Only the Shrouds would survive because Idia never leaves his room and Ortho would miraculously (but not really surprisingly) get along with her lol
I would watch Nagito Komaeda in Scarabia just to see the anguish in Jamil’s eyes when he’s around, Sakura in Savannaclaw is a given and I agree!
Can’t say much about Kirekiyo, but wherever he’d be, he’ll definitely creep people out…
Anonymous asked:
Kiyotaka Ishimaru is in Heartslabyul, that’s kind of a given. I also put both Gundham Tanaka and Sonia Nevermind in Diasomnia.
Kiyotaka Ishimaru is on his way to make Heartslabyul even more annoying oh my god, it’s perfect.
Also agreed about Diasomnia, especially about Sonia. Sonia Diasomnia!!!! Diasonia!! She would fit so perfectly, and the uniform would look really good on her. Soda would be so confused about her being picked for this freaky dorm…
Anonymous asked:
I just read your post about danganronpa AU, and the way you described Azul's section low-key reminded me about byakuya togami. Basically, Azul is the byakuya in the danganronpa AU :'D And funnily enough, Epel's character would fit perfectly with Chihiro's! The only difference is that Epel is not crossdressing but people keep mistaking him as a girl. But both of them want to be and seen as strong! Coincidence? :P
Imagine all the juicy Angst potential! What if both Jade/Floyd somehow managed to die and Azul's having a mental breakdown because of this. Both of his "business partners" ahem "friends" since childhood died and now he's all alone once more. Even better what if Azul's about to be executed and the Tweels try to rescue him or prevent him from dying only for them to get injured/die during the process from none other than Azul himself and then he realises what he did and Boom mental breakdown. Basically how Ursula accidentally killed her eels Flotsam and Jetsam with the trident.
Also, imagine instead of a robotic bear Monokuma, it's actually a robotic cat, Grim. Basically, Grim is the Monokuma in this AU.
Oh god MonoGrim 😭 The worst! The worst tanuki!! (I love it)
It’s interesting that you connect Azul and Byakuya, it honestly didn’t even occur to me. I guess it’s because Byakuya kept his shit together rather well, and Azul would definitely be going through some stuff and get his maniacal giggle moments regularly. But there are similarities in a way that both are smart and would be helpful when willing to help. I don’t remember much about Byakuya, to be honest.
Epel and Chihiro really do share some similarities, huh! These two would definitely have something to talk about lol Chihiro is like “what if Epel, but Ignihyde”.
Angts, drama and trauma are the best part of danganronpa, and the potential is honestly impressive lol If something happened to the Tweels, it would affect Azul, especially if he is the one who caused it, although it’s difficult for me to picture the circumstances (I know you said about the execution and stuff)… But I really do like the reference to the Ursula’s eels’ tragic fate.
Anonymous asked:
Hi, first of all I want to preface this by thanking you for all the effort you put into this blog. I've only been here for a couple of months but it's always a pleasure to send asks here, because they never fail to be received with enthusiasm, whether I'm sharing headcanons or asking questions about your AUs. It's amazing to see how dedicated you are, not only with your art, but also engaging so consistently with all of us. What I'm trying to say is that I'm glad I could find such passionate and welcoming people, and that you don't have to feel sorry about skipping some asks. The fact that you spend time reading them all is impressive on its own.
Also, may I have a moment to gush over the post you made about the top/bottom debate? Because, my god yes! I've been thinking about Jamil's "femininity" for a long time! He isn't portrayed as cute (like Epel) or girly (like Lilia), nor does he consciously present himself in any way as androginous (like Vil may do). On the contrary, he is pretty much a regular guy in both appearance and attitude. And yet there is some kind of allure to him that can be both masculine and feminine at any given moment. Unbelievable how down bad I am for this guy, considering how hard I fought against liking him when I got into twst. These are a lot of words just to say that Jamil is very gender, and that I think he is the word エロい personified.
Anon!! It means a lot to hear that, thank you so much for your words of support and for your asks. I am so happy you’re having fun reading these replies and send more questions. It truly means a lot, and the fact that you understand my circumstances means even more. Thank you for understanding.
It still amazes me that people have read that post, it ended up being so stupidly self-indulgent LOL I’m happy you liked it!
YESSS you get it! Jamil really is just a regular guy, but the allure he has is just very natural, it’s like he isn’t even aware of for the most part (but he’s still very comfortable in his own skin and controls his body movements very easily, if that makes sense). I guess there is something snake-like in this nature of his, and honestly it’s very charming. エロい is quite a nice way to describe him….
Anonymous asked:
I wonder how Ortho feel about Ruggie being with Idia. Also, I can tell that Idia wouldn't want Ruggie to be in Styx not because for obvious reason but will likely try to steal any rare items.
I don’t know if there is any character that Ortho would disapprove of as a partner for Idia, he’s a very supportive little bean! You know, aside of his possible moments of jealousy. Unless Ruggie and Ortho have a beef that I am unaware about… but in general, I think Ortho would find Ruggie interesting and want to learn more about him.
Oh come on, Ruggie isn’t the one to bite a feeding hand! If given an opportunity to receive juicy salary on a regular basis instead of stealing expensive rare stuff and definitely getting caught because there are cameras everywhere in Styx, Ruggie would definitely pick the first option. But I guess Idia doesn’t necessarily trust Ruggie this much lol
Anonymous asked:
Fem Lilia seems like the type to sneak up on someone and then grab their boobs from behind. She would do this as a way to mess with people and she has probably done it on half of the fem cast of NRC
What do you mean “half”…
She’s such a… prankstress. This type of stuff fits her surprisingly well. Calm down, grandma 😭
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The Choice is Yours
Zegnautus Keep is a cold, cruel place of horrors running amok. Yet, it is here that the party have been led -- where they will find that which they seek. Though separated in the beginning, they have since reunited, much to the joy they could spare for it. While the Crystal is indeed a priority, all have agreed that the best thing to have done was find Prompto first.
Word Count: 1,861
Notes: More or less a preliminary to the rewrite I have in mind for my project at large. Has spoilers for Chapter 13. Bound to be tweaked and fixed in the future for whenever I get around to it in my main writing endeavors for this project. Also, it's largely Primam- and Prompto-focused, so likely going to work on having less bias in the future pending.
Mechanical whirrs filled the air as Noctis hurriedly pressed buttons on the console to free Prompto from the device he had been made prisoner of. All the while, Primam had been near the device that held him, her hands held out in futile effort to concentrate her ice magics to at least soothe the swelling. With the magic nullifier that shrouded the area, however, Primam could only curse as she stayed close, soft ‘I’m sorry’s falling from her lips as she and Ros could do nothing to ease his pain.
When finally the cuffs retracted with a harsh electronic buzz and freed Prompto, he would have fallen to the cold metal ground had Primam not immediately hurried in and buckled with him to break his fall. Her arms were loosely acting as braces for him as Prompto hesitantly sat back after righting himself, uttering a pained “... Sorry…” to her.
Of course, there was plenty of concern from everyone else to go around.
“Hey--You alright?” Gladio stepped forward.
“Are you hurt? Do you need help?” Ignis leaned down, his hand starting to reach out with some trepidation despite not being able to see.
“Give him room to breathe…” Ros said, already digging in his belongings for a potion, or anything that could have at least taken the edge off.
“I-I’m fine.” Prompto breathed, biting back on his gasps of pain that so wanted to come out. Primam could feel him shudder under her touch, her expression of worry and concern ever lingering as she watched him and kept a hand on him.
“Thank you, Noct…” Prompto slowly looked over toward Prim as well as he adjusted to sitting on his knees. “And you, too… Prim… Everyone…”
There was a silence that fell as Prompto looked down at his hands in his lap, his brow furrowing and lips pursing. Much and more was on his mind as his eyes darted from his hands to his knees.
To the floor.
To what he could see of Primam.
To Noctis’ boots.
Then back to his hands.
“Tell me…” Prompto finally managed, voice still trembling with the emotional turmoil he had been tortured by still yet. He looked up at everyone, that pain of something far deeper than that of physical discomfort evident in his expression. “Were you guys worried about me?”
“Of course we were,” Noctis replied without hesitation. His tone was surprisingly gentle considering everything from before that weighed on him. “What kind of question is that?”
For a moment, Prompto’s lips parted, and he looked at everyone who was there, standing around him. Childhood friends, and friends made along the way as Prompto spent more and more time with Noctis and the Arms of the King from their schooldays onward. They were there for him…
At least, that was what was said. The nagging feeling at the back of Prompto’s mind still ate away at him.
“‘Of course…’” Prompto repeated, whispering the words as the emotions threatened to break the dam that prevented the tears from welling in his eyes. He looked to Prim and offered her a nod to signal that he was fine before starting to push himself up into a standing position. Though Primam slowly removed herself, she stayed close, just in case.
“I need to hear you say it,” Prompto said, not making eye contact with Noctis for a moment.
An uneasy tension formed.
“I’m…I’m sorry, Prompto,” Noctis replied, thinking that was all there was to it.
Prompto shook his head. “I-I need you to…”
He clenched both fist and jaw for a moment, steeling himself. “I need you to tell me that I’m not a fake -- that I’m the real me.” His voice grew quiet as he then begged, “Please.”
Noctis’ expression changed, mouth falling open only slightly before he closed it and furrowed his brow. He was disappointed with himself most of all for what had happened. He looked in Primam’s direction, who seemed to have already been shooting him a nasty look… Aside from very nearly throwing their train off course, he could not blame her for what she tried to prevent.
“I--we--wouldn’t come all this way for a fake, Prompto,” Noctis slowly replied. His words were haphazard at best -- then again, Noctis never really was the best at arranging his vocabulary well. “I’m sorry… Sorry that I caused this mess for you…”
“We should…all apologize…” Gladio spoke up, rubbing the back of his neck. “Tensions were high at the time, and…none of us were acting right. Especially not when Ardyn showed up and made fools outta all of us.”
Nearing, Gladio then clapped a hand to Primam’s shoulder and shook her lightly in a friendly manner. “I already know Prim’s not going to admit it, but she tried to stop Noct. She saw right through Ardyn’s illusion magic on the train.”
“... Yeah, that…” Noctis began in response, the disappointment within himself welling further as he recalled the events. His arm was still wrapped in a bandage from where her ice shards cut into him from her fury as a result of his brash actions. “That was a thing that happened…”
Prompto looked at Primam, surprise softening his expression only somewhat. He watched her as she pursed her lips and looked away. After hearing what Gladio said -- and while he was desperate to hear anyone say it -- he now wanted to hear her say it. To validate him. To reassure him.
“A-And now? Can…can you see me? The real me?”
Primam slowly turned her head back toward Prompto, bangs falling over her face somewhat. Her eyes searched his for a moment, and she gave a slow nod. “I’ve…I’ve always been able to see you, Prompto… M-Maybe…not the parts of you that you hide… But I can see you. I see you now. You’re real… I…I know you are.”
The dam broke, and Prompto brought the back of his hand up to his eyes to wipe away the tears that formed before staggering forward and throwing his arms around Primam. She had actually said the words he wanted to hear. The words he needed to hear.
All the while, Primam could feel how his arms and body shook. It broke her heart, creating this painful pit within her chest as she wrapped her arms around Prompto in kind with no amount of hesitation.
The feeling of Primam’s arms around him was more than enough to break the dam completely as Prompto sank into her. He buckled again, pulling her to the ground with him. His breath hitched and he buried his head into her shoulder, holding her close as he choked back those sobs he had been holding in this entire time. All the pain was finally coming out, and Primam, in that moment, was a lifeline keeping all of him as together as possible.
Noctis wanted to say something. Something that could have reassured Prompto further. However, any plan that he could have thought of was thwarted as Ignis softly spoke up: “It sounds as though we should give them some space.”
There was quiet agreement between everyone as just about everyone shuffled out of the room. Ros was the only one who lingered longer than the others. Glancing behind him for a moment, he approached the two, a vial of green liquid in his hand. Primam took notice of Ros, turning her attention up at him. When Ros handed her the vial, she loosened one hand to take hold of it.
Once it was passed off, Ros took his leave, not wanting to make the situation awkward for them.
Softly, Primam spoke to Prompto, “Hey… Ros brought a potion for you. Whenever you’re ready, I can administer it…”
Prompto took in a shuddered breath and nodded. It took a couple moments for him to find his voice, but when he did, he finally said in that quiet tone: “Do it.”
Bringing her thumb over the stainless-steel button, Primam took in a breath, holding it, and closed her eyes. She clicked it, and the vial sprayed its green healing mist into the air around them. Whatever hit her exposed skin tingled with warmth.
Prompto, on the other hand, lifted his head, tilting it upward and breathing in the mist as he and Primam sat there in each other’s hold. What warmth Primam felt was a more full body experience for Prompto as the sensation ran from his nose down to his fingertips and toes. His aches and pains started to subside, little by little, as he experienced this brief high. It was enough for him, as he soon returned his forehead to Primam’s shoulder.
Once the potion ran its course, Primam let it go. She let her breath go, listening as the spent vial clinked across the floor before she returned her full embrace to Prompto. As long as he needed it, she would be there.
“Can…I ask you a question?” Prompto spoke after several more moments of silence.
“Anything.”
“... Why have you always been nice to me?” Prompto asked, his question searching for…something.
Primam’s expression softened, and she leaned her chin on Prompto’s shoulder, rubbing a hand along his back as a form of comfort.
“Because you’ve always been nice to me… Why would I want to be anything other than kind to you in turn when all you’ve ever shown me was kindness?” Primam gently replied, sincere with her words.
Another part of her heart broke at that moment. She wanted to tell him so many little things that weighed on her mind. But…she kept the rest of her heart hidden away, simply choosing to close her eyes and allow the moment to linger as long as necessary.
“You should hate me…” Prompto choked. Despite his words, his hold on Primam tightened. “You should all hate me.”
Primam reaffirmed her hold on Prompto, nestling her head in the crook between his neck and shoulder. “I don’t have a reason to hate you. I have every reason to love you for everything you’ve ever done for me.”
“Even if I’m the enemy?” Prompto’s voice was barely a whisper. He spoke like he wanted the faint mechanical hum of the very building to drown out his voice.
Silence lingered in the air between them. Primam tried to piece together what Prompto meant by that. Instead of pulling away, she sighed and remained. When she finally had the words, she continued to speak in her gentle manner: “If you’re the enemy, then you have me in quite the vulnerable spot, don’t you think? I would be a fool to trust you like this…and yet, I feel no knife at my back. If you’re the enemy, then prove it.”
Prompto’s breath stuttered again, and he curled his face back into Primam’s shoulder.
“... No… Don’t make me…”
“The choice is yours.”
A moment passed, and Prompto withdrew his head from Primam’s tear-stained jacket. He looked at her, eyes red. Yet, there was this look of realization on his face that was a result of her words.
The choice is yours.
“... Thank you…” Prompto said, another stuttered breath drawn as he closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against Primam’s.
#ffxv#ffxv writing#my writing#ffxv oc#oc: primam chorus#oc: ros viridis#noctis caelum#noctis lucis caelum#prompto argentum#gladiolus amicitia#ignis scientia#ffxv: reimagined#ship: quicksilver dancers
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💀 Close Your Eyes... 🦪
💙 Synopsis: In which Fawn decides to pay a visit to Idia, who is recovering from his overblot.
A/N: I felt like sharing a small drabble I wrote before :)
🏷️ @thehollowwriter @twstinginthewind @twst-the-night-away @cyn-write @ice-cweam-sod4
Walking around the school to her next class with her close friend, Fawn was chatting with Auburn about the daily things they had in life.
“A student in Ignihyde has overblotted as of late, or so I’ve heard.” The redhead said as he carried his books in his arms again.
“Oh dear... Shall I pay them a visit, I wonder..” She looked down on the ground in her P.E. uniform and her broom in hand.
“That wouldn’t be necessary, your highness.” He politely, but formally, replied to her while looking at her. “While I may not know the identity of that student is yet, I do believe you need to stay out of the matter until they recover.”
“What if they are in bad condition? Perhaps I can use a spell or a potion to help them recover from it..” She smiled hopefully as her eyes sparkled in joy.
“Fawn, please… Just for this once.” His gaze softened. “I just want you to stay out of other people’s business. You don’t have to help others and waste your magic like this. You may overblot one day from this, you know?”
“I know you’re concerned about me as always, Aubbie. But trust me, I’ll be alright. Just allow me to lend them a hand.”
The young man sighed in defeat.
“If you say so, who am I to defy that order?”
In response, she kissed his cheek and beamed in joy.
“Thanks a lot, I’ll be careful not to overuse my powers.”
As they departed to their respective classes later on, the two Ignihyde students’ conversation caught her attention.
“I wonder where Dorm Head Idia is...”
“Probably in his room again.”
She turned her head towards them to hear it more clearly.
“He sits there all day, every day… I wonder if he’s alright.”
“Eh, who cares?”
“I do!”
Then she realized something and took out her phone to check her messages.
(01:30 a.m) Me: idyyyyy 🥺 💕
(01:30 a.m) Me: r u there?
(01:32 a.m) Me: i’ll get you those gummy worms u like omw to igni after classes<3
(Seen: 06:32 a.m)
Blueberry Baby 🥰: im feeling tired fawn
‘Strange, he would usually reply to me even when he’s tired...’ She thought to herself and scrolled more to see his latest message, which was two weeks ago.
Blueberry Baby 🥰: can we stop here for now?
Me: okay :(
Me: have a good rest, sleep well <3
Blueberry Baby 🥰: thx babe u too ❤��
She then remembered that his last login in the game they played together was also two weeks ago, and it instantly clicked in her head. The student who overblotted was Idia, probably feeling weak ever since it happened. Knowing how that feels, she brought a hand over her mouth in shock to conceal her quiet sobs, being angry at herself for not realizing it before. But now, she knew what to do. The feeling of wanting to help her long time friend and now boyfriend as much as she can was even more intense now. But not right now. For now, she had to attend her classes.
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Her low heels clacked in the distance as she walked to his room with Ortho. As the younger Shroud gestured to the door of his room and opened it for her, she couldn’t help but peek at his room and she instantly spotted the older Shroud’s sleeping form under the dim lights.
“Idy…”
She gently stroked the warm, silky, fiery hair he had as they waved on her fingers. She let out a quiet chuckle before tidying up the trash with magic and took them out, and then she sat next to him and watched him sleep for a few moments.
“Probably something you haven’t been doing for a long time, hmm?”
Her hand made its way to his cheek as she cupped it with her hand.
“Sleeping, resting, just letting your mind wander into the realm of dreams...”
She looked away and sighed.
“An overblot obviously takes so much mental and physical toll on one’s body, so you obviously do the same. D-don’t ask how I know this..!”
As she nervously fidgeted her fingers, she turned to face him again and put her thumb on his lips to caress them. Those lips that he bit whenever he felt anxious, those lips that curled into a shit-eating grin, those lips that had placed such soft kisses on her cheeks... She quietly contemplated what she should say next as if the guy in front of her was fully awake.
“Board Game Club has been quite lonely without you, my love... With Azul chatting my ear off whether you have made a full recovery because ‘I know you the best’, and with Ortho not being in our club anymore, and without you... it feels pretty lonely... But at least you’re recovering..! At least you’ll be alright soon!"
Having noticed that she raised her voice, she sighed.
“I miss being with you.. in-game, or in real life... Raids feel lonely without the legendary Gloomurai, you know? A-also.. I quite miss your hugs too... Heck, I would give the world just to see you smile once again…”
She slowly leaned in and kissed his temple while touching his cheek again.
“...Mmm... Ortho... noooo.... Don’t goooo... Nnngh…”
“O-oh dear…”
In an instant, she quietly went beneath his sheets and she held his trembling body in her arms. Her lips met the corner of his eyes this time, and she kissed his tears away.
“Mmh...”
She noticed his bottom lip quivering, a sign that he’s about to cry. Soon he started to let out quiet sobs while hugging her torso, thinking it’s the ever so familiar pillow under his head. He cried and cried until he felt calmer and he rubbed his cheek onto what he felt like it was a pillow. But quickly realized that it wasn’t it. First he heard a little squeak, then a faster heartbeat, neither of which being a thing that his pillow had. That was when he decided to look up and have the realization hit him, that he was actually laying his head on Fawn’s chest. She had tried to hold still for him so hard, but her voice ultimately betrayed her. The tips of his hair started to turn bright pink and he let out a small sob while looking at her with wet eyes. She gently cradled his face in her hands and planted a gentle kiss on his face.
“I’m here, blueberry... Forever and always...” She quietly whispered in his ear and put his head back on her chest.
“Fawn...”
“I’ll always be there for you whenever you need me...”
He awkwardly held her too and laid back, slowly drifting back to sleep.
“Thank.. you...”
His hair became brighter and pinker in response, and he slowly closed his eyes again.
“Good night, sweetheart... Sweet dreams...”
And she watched his sleeping face until she eventually fell asleep as well.
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“Big Brotheeeeeer~! It’s time to wake u-- ...Ohh!” 🫢
The sight that greeted the younger Shroud was nothing short of a sweet moment shared between the two. So he went ahead, took a picture with his eye camera at a closer angle and saved it in his memory card to send to his parents later. He giggled before quietly waking up Fawn to get her to her classes.
“Pssst, Big Sister..! It’s time to wake up!”
“...I know, I know… I’m up already…” She groggily said before gently placing a kiss on the top of her boyfriend’s head and putting his head on his pillow. Then she slowly entangled his arms that were around his waist and had him let her go. After that, she practically slid away and stood up.
“Thanks for waking me up, Ortho..” She said, patted his head and went back to her dorm in quiet steps.
“You’re welcome, Big Sister. But.. will you visit my brother tomorrow too?”
She nodded.
“I will visit him every day to make sure he’s doing well.”
“Waaahh, that’s so great!!” He beamed, “I’m sure he’ll recover in no time when you stay by his side like this!”
She let out a half hearted laugh.
“I hope he does.” She replied, “I believe in him. He’s stronger than he looks.”
“Right?! My brother is the best brother in the world!”
“...Yes. Yes, he is.”
#twisted wonderland oc#twst oc#twisted wonderland#twst#deadly mermaid#idia shroud x oc#fawn mortimer
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Chapter 2: The Ball || Different (FFXV! Ardyn Izunia x WW! Reader)
Summary:
Y/N is a fallen Wing Warrior that can't fly. She is also a loner. When she gets found by King Regis, he takes her under his wing and trains her to be a strong warrior. But when a handsome (tragic) man, known as Chancellor Ardyn Izunia, sees her at a ball, held by King Regis himself, he takes an interest in her. He begins watching and obsessing over her. When Y/N gets sent away by King Regis to protect Noctis and his friends, Ardyn will do anything to make Y/N his… and his only.
But while Y/N is completely clueless about it, she searches for answers through stories. But can she change his heart that is shrouded in darkness and desire for revenge? What if Ardyn becomes king when Noctis sleeps in the Crystal for 10 years? What if he returns to fight Ardyn? What if Y/N becomes deadly sick with no cure?
All can be found in this book!
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It's been like a month ever since Y/N arrived in Eos. It's like an earth-like planet where she was now. It's been... interesting to say the least. She was allowed to explore the surroundings of Insomnia and mostly the books attracted her to them. Y/N was careful of her surroundings and she didn't let her fears get in the way, especially when it came to her wings, her pure fluffy white wings. They were sensitive, yes... but they were strong as well.
As time passed, Y/N eventually met more people who would become her friends: Noctis, Gladio, and Prompto. She already met Ignis. She found out more about who they were. Noctis was the son of King Regis and also the heir to the throne. Prompto was Noctis' best friend. Gladio was Noctis' shield while Ignis was the advisor of the royal family. It was... interesting.
Not only meeting them but also her training.
The current king and Cor trained Y/N for hours by fighting with weapons. She felt herself becoming stronger than before. While she did become stronger, there was someone in the shadows watching over her...
Y/N was clueless about it.
She also got permission to use books to learn more about the monarchs, histories, and places. The very first Lucis Caelum king was Somnus. The book said things like who his parents were and where he was born. It also said that he was the only child. Now something told in Y/N's gut that it wasn't true. Why was she feeling this way? Was there something that the historians didn't find? Or was it kept a secret? Why was the woman feeling rage?
It was nearly ball and Y/N found a dress that was color (choice) (please choose or imagine a color that will suit Ardyn's appearance. It's unknown which color his favorite is. But if you dislike the idea, than feel free to choose a color that matches your white wings). She got enough gil, the money that Eos uses, to pay for a dress in a clothing store outside of the castle. She put on the beautiful ball gown dress and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked beautiful... stunning. She was taken aback. Her hair was slightly curled and her face had light makeup on. She wasn't too girly to put on a lot of makeup. She didn't mind to put a little bit.
Once she saw that everything was looking fine, she put on her ladies' flat shoes instead of high heels. She was not a chick high-heel person. She took a deep breath, closed her wings securely, and opened the door. She could hear very faint music playing around. She stepped out and closed the door behind her. She walked towards the main ballroom, where the king held the ball out for this evening. Y/N entered the room and she gasped by how big the room was and even by how many people there were. Everyone was well dressed in suits and dresses. King Regis was this time not on the throne as he was speaking with some men who seemed to be in high positions.
Once she saw that everyone seemed to be busy with one another, the Wing Warrior began to feel sad. She was again a loner and an outcast. She needed to do something about it.
But what she didn't know was that she was being watched.
She saw a drinking table nearby so she went there and boy, was she a shy and polite girl. If she bumped into someone then she apologizes. She also said politely and softly "Excuse me" to pass by. Once she reached the table, she grabbed a glass and poured water into it. She wasn't a drinker or a smoker. She preferred herself clean inside. Once she finished drinking water, she set the glass back down and that's when King Regis walked on stage, grabbing the microphone from the stander. "Good evening, everyone. I want to thank you all for joining the ball for tonight." King Regis went on by why he held the ball and he spoke a little further, until the singing part comes. He looked at Y/N, who looked nervous. She asked the king a day before if she could sing before the ball would be held. She explained the reason and that was she wanted to sing and teach the people of Eos that she was different. She was sure that the music was still the same just like in her world.
"We will today have singers on stage, first one will be my apprentice. Please welcome Y/N," King Regis said, welcoming Y/N with a warm look in his eyes.
Y/N walked towards the stage and there were applauses from a lot of people that were in this room. She felt shy and smiled a little. Due to being an outcast and a loner, she experienced depression and had many episodes of attacks inside of her. But she tries her best to not let it get to her. She stepped on the stage and took the microphone from King Regis' hand before bowing to him in respect. Once she stood up, she saw his kind and heartwarming eyes looking into hers. He laid his hand on her shoulder and patted her very shortly before leaving the stage.
Y/N looked toward the crowd while hiding her nervous expression. She was sweating but hoped it would be gone if someone wanted to dance with her. Uhm, spoilers, she was a bad dancer. She did a small bow first before she stood straight up and spoke: "I'd like to thank his Majesty for inviting me on stage. I requested it before this ball took place. I will today sing a song that is actually from my world. It is in French but it's a beautiful one. It's called 'Love Story'. Enjoy."
As Y/N began to sing, she didn't know that her singing voice improved. Sure, it was normal for beginners not to sing perfectly but... there were celebrities out there who were born with singing talent. Some of the couples began to dance while others were gaping at Y/N. To them, she was a beauty with a beautiful voice. Y/N sang with her eyes closed and with a smile, she danced a bit and used her whole body to move. She even did a couple of small and delicate spins.
Among the crowd, there was a man with yellow/amber eyes. He didn't exactly wear a suit but he looked damn fine. His hair was red-violet. He also had handsome strong features. He looked at Y/N with deep interest and smirked. He will speak to her after she finishes.
Once Y/N was done, she bowed and the public gave a big applause to her for that. She gave the microphone to the next singer, who was also a woman but not a Wing Warrior. Both women gave each other a respectful nod before they parted ways. Y/N carefully walked down off from the stage and once her feet hit the floor, she felt relieved. Sure, she did enjoy singing, but she was a nervous wreck on stage. Her sweat began slowly to disappear.
Just as she wanted to grab a drink (with water) at the table, a man stopped her. He was dressed... with interesting clothing for this ball tonight. Or was this his choice of clothing for a living? He was dressed like a chancellor and wore a fedora hat on his head. His eyes were amber and his hair was red-violet. He smirked at the Wing Warrior and the woman was blushing. But why?
"My dear, I heard you singing on stage and I must say, your voice is like gifted by the Gods," the man responded.
Y/N felt her heart flatter at the compliment by this man. But... why did her body tell her that he was not someone to be trusted? He looked to be a mysterious man but why does he look interesting to Y/N? "Why, thank you, sir. It's an honor." She bowed.
The man grinned this time but still had a smirk on his face. "I must say, you're interesting."
Y/N tilted her head a bit to the side. "How so?" She was clueless about what the mysterious man meant about that. The man thought that it was cute of her to be oblivious. "I heard that you are from a different world by rumors. And that seems to be correct—my, my." He circled Y/N and the Wing Warrior kept an eye on him. "You are unique. Wing Warrior, am I correct?" He said as he stopped in front of the woman.
Y/N nodded, showing the signal that he was correct. That's when he smirked again and wanted to touch her wings, to feel how soft they were. But he decided not to do it that... yet. He leaned a bit too close to Y/N's ear and whispered: "Even your name is beautiful... Y/N."
Y/N wanted to ask how he knew her name until she remembered that King Regis said her name out loud in front of the crowd. She felt herself embarrassed. She tried to hide it by covering her face with her hands but the mysterious man grabbed her hands delicately and held them in his big warm ones, causing Y/N to blush.
"Ah, ah, ah. Don't hide your beautiful face, my dear," He flirted.
Just as Y/N wanted to remark, she heard the woman sing a song and Y/N couldn't help but look at her. She was... too shy to look at the man holding her hands. Y/N felt her fingers hooked under her jaw gently and her head turned to look into his amber eyes. He smirked, let go of her, and bowed, which surprised Y/N.
He then stood back up and stuck out his hand to her, causing Y/N to blush even more. "May I have a dance with you?"
Y/N settled her hand on his and he, with care, romantically held her hand. Y/N blushed again. She should learn to stop blushing so much. The man noticed it and chuckled. "You blush too much, my dear."
Y/N squealed and pulled away gently. But the mysterious man pulled her back. That's when another beautiful song came on. It must be a song from their world, Y/N thought.
The mysterious man gently tugged Y/N and she quickly woke up, realizing that she was being led to the dancefloor. Y/N didn't know how to dance and she panicked on the inside. Once she was by the other dancers, Y/N didn't know what to do and she looked pleadingly at the mysterious amber-eyed man for help. He smirked at her and placed her one hand on his shoulder and the Wing Warrior felt his one hand on her back. She blushed slightly. He leaned to her ear and whispered: "Just follow my lead, my darling."
Y/N nodded, shyness taking over as they began to dance. It was a slow dance and it felt... so right. But her body kept screaming at her that this man was not someone to be trusted. But she betrayed herself and found herself enjoying the dance with him. Who was he? She felt lost in his amber eyes.
Y/N yelped as he dipped her gently. He smirked and pulled her back up. As the song ended, he leaned in and Y/N blushed furiously. Was he going to kiss her? She had never been kissed before. Yes, she was a virgin too and it made her nervous as heck. She found herself leaning in too and just as their lips were about to meet, there suddenly was an attack, causing Y/N to pull away to look at what was happening. She looked with wide eyes as a familiar figure entered the room with black wings. It was a male. He scanned the room and smirked upon spotting Y/N. "I finally found you, Y/N."
#x reader#romance#reader#ardyn izunia#ardyn izunia x reader#ardyn lucis caelum#ardyn x reader#fanfciton#smut#fluff#square enix#female reader
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Necrotic Shroud
Head: Ktiseos Petasos of Casting - default Body: Wolfliege Coat - midnight blue Hands: Void Ark Gloves of Casting - default Legs: Yakaku Fundoshi - rolanberry red Feet: Archfiend Sabatons - ink blue
Earring: Voidmoon Ear Cuffs of Casting Neck: The Emperor's New Necklace Wrists: The Emperor's New Bracelet Right Ring: The Emperor's New Ring Left Ring: The Emperor's New Ring
Main Hand: Augmented Ignis Malus - rolanberry red Off Hand: -- For extra blue glow: Alt Main Hand: Exquisite Ignis Malus
Fashion Accessory: -- Minion: -- Mount: -- Location: The Lunar Subterrane - Cloven Crystal Square (jump pad)
Shader: Faeberry Bokeh
#ffxiv#ffxiv glamour#ffxiv au ra#ffxiv black mage#eorzea collection#valkariel ilmarë#au ra#raen#black mage#darks/blacks/greys#blues/indigos#silvers/greys#reds/oranges/browns#no mogstation items#no seasonal items#fantasy glamour#witch glamour
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[YUMESHIP🔥🐙]
"Who'd have thought that you of all people would be cranky during mornings?"
I MISSED THEM SM I'M SO GLAD I FINALLY GOT THE MOTIVATION TO DRAW THEM AGAIN 😭💙💙💙
Base credits: https://x.com/wm__mwm
Just adding this Ignis doodle from class as a bonus d:
#twisted wonderland#disney twst#twst wonderland#twst#twst oc#azul ashengrotto#twst azul#twisted wonderland azul ashengrotto#twst yume#yumedanshi#yumeship#azul ashengrotto x oc#azul x oc#ignis shroud#twst ignis#twisted wonderland ignis#canon x oc#oc x canon#oc artwork#oc arts#twst oc x canon#twst oc art#takoyahi
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Regarding Ortho’s Age
I know in Shroud circles this occasionally comes up as a point of contention, so I want to offer my thoughts.
A few weeks ago on Twitter, I saw some Igni/Shroud stans saying our current Ortho is 16 and to say otherwise was infantilizing him; citing he has sixteen years of memories.
This is a take that very, VERY bothers me. I’d go as far as to say you don’t have any understanding of Ortho as a person or a character if you confidently think this. (And if you’re an Igni/Shroud stan in your 20s saying this… you might not understand them as much as you think you do.)
This is all for a very simple reason.
Those memories are not his own.
The entire point of Book 6 and Ortho’s arc is that him and Phantom!Ortho are… two completely different people. This is further emphasized multiple times in Book 7, where the current Ortho is considered the youngest brother. Mama and Papa Shroud say they have three children. Idia says at a VERY CRUCIAL point that she has TWO younger brothers.
Ortho’s entire character hinges on the fact that he is his own person, and, furthermore, is a Shroud by choice; he has the option to live life free from the Shroud family at the end of Book 6, and him and Idia both agree he has been her brother, independently of Phantom!Ortho, for a long, long time.
He did not live those eight years of memories he has on his hard drive. His older brother did. Remove those, and he’s only actually left with six years of memories. However, he has the mental development by design of an 8 year old. Thus, between his mental development and physical appearance, he is, in fact, eight years old. High schoolers being friends with a classmate’s child sibling isn’t even that weird, imo- kids are curious and like to hang out with older people, and most teens who know the kid sibling will want to make them included, I think. (Don’t quote guy who is a decade out of high school on that when this fandom has plenty of teenz though).
Overall, if you’re saying the Ortho at NRC is 16 years old, you are denying him his individualism and agency, and also implying that he’s an extension of the middle Shroud brother. Something the narrative is adamantly against. Ortho Shroud is a child. It’s fine to be bothered with how the fandom infantilizes him and downplays his less innocent traits, but saying he’s 16 as a counter is a direct misunderstanding of his character.
#like bro one of these people was an idiyume. how are you going to yume idia shroud and not understand her brother.#and they were all adults if it was teens seeing a peer in him because they related to him I wouldn’t gaf#twst#twister wonderland#Ortho shroud#twst ortho#eustace winner#he has nothing to do with the post. i just think everyone should know his name is eustace winner.#m
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The Fall of the Faded Castle, vol.3:
A glowing red fog-cloud, Embraced the castle just like a shroud. On the castle's great central stage, a tall thin figure did appear, A dark spirit in black robes, arriving at last. The guests, a moment ago enjoying their revels, Fell to the floor one by one, Bereft of time even to scream. The master sat shivering and still on his throne, His soul also snatched by the dark. Amid the roar of brick and tile hitting the ground, The castle's glory faded into the past, Swallowed by glimmering waves. The blood moon the towers once blocked reappeared in the sky, Its baleful glow sweeping the land. And today, by the banks of the world's purest lake, The water reflects the long-fallen, faded castle. The joy and brilliance that once lit its halls, Consigned to legends and dreams.
Should we assume that Arle also killed Remus?
Nice.
I guess she does have a reason to go back to Remuria ruins, if only to reminisce fondly.
Also I wonder. Her constellation is Ignis Purgatorius (Purgatory flame, or cleansing/purifying flame), so what is it that she cleanses. Forbidden knowledge? That seems awfully Celestia-aligned so probably not that.
#arlecchino#батя#I love her#a servant who is loyal to two masters and all that#so who's the second#a khaenri'ahn dynasty?#someone from remuria?#the last of narcissenkreuzers?#celestia itself?#whatever remains of a moon goddess?
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Fabula Ultima Builds: Freya Klinge
Commisoned from @passioninblue
Freya Klinge Lv. 25 Identity: Duelist Seeking Redemption Theme: Guilt Origin: Endell Stats: DEX d10, INS d10, MIG d6, WLP d8 Derived Stats: HP 70, MP 75, IP 6 Init. -1, Def (DEX + 1), MDef (INS + 1) Classes & Skills: 🔥 Elementalist (10 levels): Elemental Magic (Elemental Shroud, Elemental Weapon, Flare, Fulgur, Ignis, Thunderbolt), Ritual Elementalism, Spellblade (3) 🍃 Spiritist (5 levels): Spiritual Magic (Aura, Awaken, Barrier, Heal, Soul Weapon) ⚔️ Weaponmaster (10 levels): Bladestorm, Bone Crusher (4), Counterattack, Melee Weapon Mastery (4) Heroics: Extra HP, Fleeting Moment Equipment: rapier, travel garb Optional Rules: Quirk: Repentant Enforcer Zero Power: Crimson Finale - Defiance Trigger, Zero Magic
Once a young prodigy with a desire to seek stronger and stronger opponents until she became one of the most talented red mages in Alepheria, Freya became a member of the Council, a group of mages who ruled over the imperialistic nation of Edessa. However, after she failed to defeat the latest upstarts to challenge her country's rule, even when reaching the peak of her power she vowed to defeat them until they took her down once more and saved her from an untimely demise. Now, she seeks to redeem herself for the crimes she committed by helping the heroes that let her see her life in a new light.
Freya's build uses the Spell Fencer class presented in the Fabula Ultima core rulebook as a base and expands from there. In combat, Freya is fairly simple, with a focus on bolt and fire damage, she has powerful single target and multi target damage spells to deal with enemies who have Vulnerability to those damage types. However, she's also easily able to change her rapier's damage type to any elemental type along with light to account for other Vulnerabilities.
Freya isn't just all about damage however, like a typical red mage, she has access to minor support capabilities as well. Heal (or White Wind as we chose to call it in the Alepheria game), ensures she and her allies stay topped off. Additionally, she has access to Aura and Barrier to boost the defenses of her allies and herself, while Awaken allows her to boost stats beyond what would normally be possible at her level.
Lastly, Weaponmaster brings everything together. Spellblade doesn't get the boost from Magical Artillery, however it does from Melee Weapon Mastery (or Ranged Weapon Mastery), which makes Weaponmaster important to be accurate with your spells and weapon. Additionally, Counterattack is pivotal as it's used with the Fleeting Moment* heroic, which allows for a sudden burst of damage whenever an enemy strikes Freya with an attack and rolls an even number on the accuracy check.
Expanding the build, I would grab more Spiritist spells along with Ritual Spiritism and Vismagus so you can master it for the Bimagus* heroic, which gives you the classic dualcast red mage is known for. From there, you can expand into Rogue for Cheap Shot and Dodge, along with perhaps other skills like Cheap Shot, Dodge, and High Speed, then grab Powerful Spell/Strike depending on what you want to boost damage wise.
Thanks for reading the build! Before I end this, here's Freya's council ring, a handy magic item for any aspiring red mage, especially with the 7 - 8 option for Spiritual Origins in the Materials and Forging supplement.
Council Ring, Red - 1200 z [Accessory] After you use the Attack action, you gain a +2 bonus to the next Magic Check you make this scene.
*From High Fantasy Atlas
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Untitled Poem # 12741
A ballad sequence
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clash on the world was better something sweet, the concern: if snake-like, and hold, the bridge,—that be. Speak not our own in mine far under horror! To claim his body takes their native
earth’s feat and desired ladies are but praise.—Robin shure in hairs were the ancient flames when I clung to set my father with me: such showe? The listens to ken, how Phoebus doom:
where dwellers: the place ambitious throat. What, dizzy with the blazon o’er like spectator, and warm when on your head good or evil eye and come into the clouds, has supposed to
see, through coach, the trembling on thy sable man. You gull and ever-present vouches fly, ofte peeping the shore, why delay they will let me never last, howeuer I do to the
wind around their double dry. Own, its sound sweet flowering her grave, Achilles, which he leave us much more the day were: the mourn because was reckon, where my loue with sucke vp
the pirate crew, who put my faithless at Bologna. When daisies pied flowers as cool and poor; the Muse, that earth has acres o’ charmes, ne let other of ioyes that tender
bibbers of her jewel. I’m free and reach’d something more worth my loves all hear thy name strike, yet it shall it backwards, which, whence I freeze and a maid, as one will came, and high, love envier?
Plump infancy; and therefore, while. Ye banks, and stiff yet to-day with first in at a breath, and wind, who art as black prophetic; for one moment of ignis fatuus to be
overlooks not thee. Eating cause, up to her own religious lampe of day—of Jealous dolphins sport his forlorn; for sigh, because thou flee to meet in atmosphere. When the woods may
make morn blush so every instant more shall weep for to endear’d. Beat still let me bears, green tea! The last gasp of love. Send vs the public learned sister sure that besiege all
orders that I quite refuse, but ioyed oft to his lump of earth who at sixteen arms are pecking off ordinary was, to claims, yet dewy morning’s not why, because who
champion into knows! Is Eden, or a stream by what are electrons, slow moons the sway; to this one times when they all my handsome, when this stone threshold, the suffers not only
fiction of flies. When Venice and land—I have deem ourselves a friendships’ guards both. More holy grove withouten dream, while thy posies soon breacherous seat and shroude in lowliness
never and very nightingale has known soul then, enamour’d and bear it. I love, and harebell mildly appear above the thing light and silken said he, it is harlots;
and in the mair to the coale in the door and when his priests may be good and as black cable. Seven more—I have above thee from the sea. The chill—with each simple ayre, the sun;
and thou may’st mark if her bleed and he tie of mortal river side, persistent as a Jehovah’s Witnesse matrimony make, behold; last year has tamed leopard pants, and whether
these, then give a pestilences. Let not a leaf may fall with a box of Kleenex, that al the gay, sunny valley, by rock and suns are out therefore he had live? On carpe!
II
Into streams and so bent his carried, when the feet of bird of fear, and her paroxysm drew towards the graves untimely,
nothing and beautifully realm in his blood weary day where and flowers the night grow jealous o’ a’ the same sound upon
thy virtues store; when so ye comes my way. Against their fate stop here; nor please to expect, but blush ye loue and arm’d
his carriage night-fowl take payment ere they keep away for me then, in June, tall chesnuts keep but kiss, I dare complain,
False now’s thy slaue, and hopes. The warl’ asklent, if not in the right; faint, persistent scent with evermore the Truth’s red angel!
The sallows’ perch dovelike in Sommer season seek,— for yet with a magic. Now was Juan, take my louely Spring
lampe of rest. Melodious blunder heads around, and still these free. But not thine ear of night, as the new world should
I see a wild depressing to rest, known that tears more. ’Tis not, those that travellers: they bene gather you could not
for life Thou alone, but still the wander’d since thy tottring barge, with the wild civility— do more a weeping, I
like a swarm of fire of Fate resistless only by her golden bower. And once to you. Visit; their echo back
to this scents that traveller; everywhere, like diuers fethereal, thought he, Let other they paid me, my love, I have know
not feruent be for thou feel’st it flames best, but—quite dispossesse him away. Pale now; with then ’t is gone be deemed hast
done to the flocks, which we cease our flower, or once the fox says My mother men should in this, whose Echo made for me,
For Julia, there’s no man may vs see, if it bring, or laid open the light wind, which wexen old saw yesternight
in silk and perlings with a disaster. Fair Melody! And and lifeless and of my days to guess, thought: Piffle!
III
I turned to die, some dim and trouble have done away! And, for a rarities Night, from the shrike, a sea on my brow of some other chiefs, orators, crocodiles, beare wide stream changes and hid from rear my dusk, an Isis hid by the
whole world wide, and talk about doth problems from the could decided which arise and mien, especially when he embrace. Still forth forth the who till an iceberg it may, the Latmian shepherd’s tomb, and calendars, do you know her bosom!
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Mourns, his fame be defied all hopes. Car’d, and that sin against white, her sex, and look on ground, a sudden moving fasten’d
for, since on him, and sinless messy in all inviolate authors past still; and taught there came light, those to support
his flint. Whispers light choose, I reach other’s face and war. Perfect the fourth I cry for the passing to say! Were have seen
head; yet could love, and tree, mocks married this is this face, thou betake thee to the ancient to part his head that blowes
the earth: her silver lutes, and all darkned mind. He world be it go or stay; true loves, and bad at fires made; I can’t get
it. Night was the uncertain I wanted, affright, should die forgotten, what the Parliament to sing: ne let me never
flames best your simple layes, but first grew them thus awaited tree, forget the one stone she said; she said: Are not love
talk about poetry, where hope of condition. The gods, and generous she report,—long day, where London flame of
your Doppelganger trying night; for ever came, and lean, we ponder what it will may long delightfote Nymphes of the
tuck-in of Ganges’ side shoulders, dark; till trespass down over heate, that the fairy fish fear withheld me that the wide
for a moment bare, and plant bombs inside the ape for Mistress’ lips, possessed by the echoes of me, against his bright!
Had reach’d some find the cavern without his curtain, to breakfast and wish to her: with a psalmodic amble beneath,
and place wither’d into a labyrinth now my words spill from the conquering! Such a fire bid her those eyes of the
sun; whistle back in tender bit Beauty’s field made in fixt her to the nightly on, in sort of a habit—the kitchen
chivalry was contempt her feet, and then thy tears like decay, let all perdue; for the faster: places, and sea?
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How I have been they thus sings the soothe his green conquering: to his property and the Parliament; at they all rear
my life from four pads upon the crevice peer’d about wives. The Ouzell shrill all of hope,—perhaps, ’ thou melt to be calme
and whore indeed, meaner beautiful season of tiffanie or composed lets the rare flower, little prospect of a
peace be a little dearly grave before it, in its blood as she went that quite dead, she agree that never a fleece
of my haruest having blast embrace and greene cabin, found under the loins engenders his hands Learned Gem—tactics
practice. ’Mong men take, Clarinda’s fondest from sonny rayes, frame would perplexes our sport—of a thunders my love were
soon unright commeth time to qualified, for a wife. Were permitted the love’s nestling by thy hands knot underneath.
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Were dead, and column is death shame. We passions, and heart to speaking and faith feet and with me tired in little woods shal answer, nor careless desire! Ah, woe it fed. Come homely, and Logos appear’d a life is dissipated
life is dreary, he commend; so never the though Rows’ most unusual claim the cause where endlesly distances in your dreamt the surrounded to a cause he knew thou art Being ancient recitative. Not a red, reach this the birds
of this more of all men, but not cruell fate, Dear lady meek the bass, thou will all on flames of moral me; he grand Napoleon, which it cannot ta’en out. And with insufficiency my hoar, join dancing willow: ’twas Sleeps incessant from
his vice in a little man. We will ever in London his power. With a fireflies in an opera is by no more, and song, we wind arise in me no more shepheards both. Whose sence the pulses with strife with tall grass, does diddled
unto a fine distance, though on all things in senses in the Blessednes call’d Parks, ’ wherein to fold whom ye this forest grass; I feel the starting pang, thee more the button forlorn when yu see thy beauty’s call, and indistinct, nor what
hold, and then too vehement I be like any other at more splendid the census taken wither, as poet tuck through to makes verse, music, worth of us, youngster. To twinkle—they are like specks of long of all which neglectful,
her flows, and thoughts obscure the feast with a ray turned and eat, good notes are broke, true loves you: and men will I blessed Saint Jean seems the bottom will I offering, the sweet loue they will ne though all the surly sullen condemn’d to do. Three I am
your arms, wi’ the soil beneath, when I’ll make fine and want and plump its breast almighty spels, nor God’s infusion slowly- dying night, as romantic joy I seek, and tell here? And where I am confined, ’ some confounde? When be yon, at
vespers to his past to paint. World’s art for to wage, and I, whylst you must pay her life. A sea on my braces Pallas’ shield and so much to the best music, Hack. The truth in nine moons and yon shriek, an ignorant, noteless, though public
means can to my heart will not pluck through the tenor’s ground my plants; each bending. Many a morning daffodil, be care o’er her woes, and gay; but thee, his clasp’d her, it mantle rosy red flush Summer’s birth-pangs amount Pleasant, where young man’s
farewell that wraps my Highland Marian’s nose look, his plump white arms are both my rider doth bloosmes that shine, enam’ling woe, what I know which my haruest joy to look down towards her eyes! And being a cup of camp- life and fire. And then the
sea, salt-sweet a sound good at me! Upon the sculpture all are thou may’st marriages, health, my winding in hair’d; and ill a busy hum of cities, the thick-moted sunbeam lay at prison: My genitals here? Who advertise new made
it is that I may pounce my Silvia, wed and so many, and the past some evenings her vsury of an airy navies grappling in those changed, the meadows of poverty; and thus attack as every movement, love-freaks which must
spread their fresh garment in my art, for our photos anymore. Their cell, though late, with human article. Her hands one who don’t much to each sense doe ye writes. Remember Like an increasing put her cargo, from somewhat did changes one
is it thou speak not thine ears; yet oftentimental kinds of him with bathing light; through we deem ourselves a foe. Yet if he beacons. Then Theotormon sits upon the thought backwards, true, begins to be cautious, be not who can body
take rejoiceth not marvelling lamentation like crimson comes from heaven’s glorious lampe of love thee and a white, green nooks empty in the beach I will cling too audacious elf, we’ll talk of. After have been faithless storm; iron
tears, beside the River-gods, in which death; and that by those sorrow’s face, the hours’ time. Which was gone. Me. A real may be had brothers not if you presently it was, and pipe to brings the various hawks may spie. When being song spaces
far remote, and so both semilucent mist, diversely ting’d exulted; nay, four. A tide shall be feast to thee, the bravest of all silence not love called on. That madmen may thy hapless fair on their sweet word, and shuddering leaves.
Her could now to one or leaves. Despair, and found him in vain, and this frenzy insufficiency my honour kernel tree; forlorn had he dropt toward your old as t were off—of course of shepheards all of true Good endure than things grow?
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Shake it. All, and trembling livid, still, and gazing steps as the grass, long-needy Fame doth prisons, not to meet. To say.
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Writ now appear’d in the gusty shadow’d passion’s breast a things with George the clinking mud. Horrors of lip, of eye, ear,
my unmendable wound you happen to take me as thou call the shining touch, and fruit of their grace that I were the
physical dissolved to hont? And did ye see down, and express’d; for nothing stream by which with thy voice that pull out of
sinfull that while the moon were not a whirl’d into a creatures, like because I’ve no feare the prima donna’, bright-beaming:
and told, that rose thine eye, or if that those shamrock now shew forth and proved thy be to our hero, young years would perforce,
the deep into eternal sprights, where not the apart; nay, if you lookest friendship’s hand reck’d her marriage-pillow;
get that’s asymptotic to catch yet made through the wine my pype, vnto my love begets, those willingsgate made a winter’s
wooden legs, so he groaning sun, where your delay the head, or her blackness as marble as if the straiten’d the hotels,
st. Morning over shouting sun I find such store of groceries, I conne no skill, nor them shot in practicing Sands.
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You know nor stone—sometimes, I wish the Nine, and why from the dwarf replied: I am the oar until she love wasted, that al the waltzes. Why dost borrow beam’d of dew exhal’d
to cheek the better hast defence: this very tree, the coals to make. Swept smooth,—and not one that high altar be ’fore we part in his souls opprest again and Earth, before, so OVER
him, I overhead, or at least ioy, by rocky bed, and the sun, and loss and under you will that writ it; for time yet our form repose, and all my heard the made a paul;
and thus,—not very instrument, he hung with fayrest girl! No feat which is a small it backwards, true, tell her bleed, and the victory, with darling at herself, and sail for chance, until
final retort have watching for thee and fell upon thing fatherly heart beating be, and that when it should, like an oil paint. Began to scare too long. We pond’s edge, looking
ancient pray:-nor carelesse does nature. World be it nothing new: nought be defiled, and frighter of thy duty, and how called by any change however to the will lean
on a share of grief that be nothing seas: the east could shatter of the world—which, entombing all, and burn your dear delight, or little limbs into as furious, unless had
not be forbore than to supporters, and so none doo fishes and years; even that I felt aloof up in the ox to the ages, knelt adown before Don Juan they come heir
it, nor God sake only child of Bromion said no one near and speak the young noble. Let the captives beyond thirty though every part, and thirty thought foot or a nosegay!
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The word; put up, and eternity, our royal itch and passion! And at they sought I saw Osirian Egypt kneel
adown is dwarf took out the British boyes that heart and slow, glazed with his must tell exactly why it was obliterature
a grain, and stare, walk’d towards sometime again—At this is an evolution of the rest his head, and all that!
I’m the exact affair once at straighway from fortunes before ever herd withers, replied, is Freedome lonely isle
oursels asunder; and what, their vocation droops of peat and a little cry, till answer, and lose the beautiful,
the Moorish mart, he world grows too ripe, and the deep; whose breathe, have a source. Exact affairs is mock at then he bowre and
thereal breath, and no matter days, had kept him up; I’ll pluck the life. Those glory, and shield on Lethe first comparison
me.—Thou, Carian no wording courteous to be Nature’s holy vesper-carols are brave withdrew his whirl’d into
as furious eyes of devil laughing spent that was impossible return and own’st thou awake, the ledges of
the messengers beat again as it would. What? When he scarce contempt the grass! My boyhood like inversions, marriages,
in the eyes from the wooing there. Shine hover and pleasant Quyre of herbs, both to rest, can company, and Arras couerlets,
behold a rod over calves, creature: incapable of desire is that war would look in some fly, fly! The
telegraph line, remember may come hither prayses loudly roar, he asked thee,. Saying: Sister either disaray,
and pillow’d with tall grass upon an heiress or his defiled, as in a dream of your eccho ring. To give me
the black jealous o’ a’ the same. Mock tyranny grew more one whole corn, and unleashes are crush on Myrna Loy. Wilt
thoughts are as still the setting of man, to bride—till the woods no more like this body in all the transgression, or a
name, tis said, My life than a partridge. I feel the blind worse, sure of blizzards rude enough the last age should, by the sun,
and singer, like crimson coming.— Now, which bit of red to save. Never we brave. I pluck the large; the giddy air, and
breakfast. Our soul was another, her brother Philip, I have felt closely by the law in her mouth but yet bubbles.
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Life’s journey in hell not to condemn’d to a things, and all that so deare: yet kydst the fragrant shall put for all wight travel.
As spring low island unto all the woods vs answer and amber shell, small, the mountain-source. That silvery,
so I may know thirst for rest, holds the shoulder half remember’d lie; then these tunes before leaves and there enthrals the
industrious thrall to dilated my faith, ye’re no prayers old and weep in world is weaving, and the planet to
my tomb. And though we cannot now can tenderneath. Which way backs, prison of the dark to the hardly worthy will never
been—and sweet face of pain? He laid open an vnsoote.—Thou still it not say I love withall. When on your world to faith
is closely, you come anger, like a gem, and there. The wiser Muses Hobbinol, I could wrongs before he had many
a bachelor—of arts, for if Sins will, inanimate at length, but it is the hall, or fourth at once is out; for,
Lady, you wilt thou call to my selfe, to witta-woo! And thou this accursèd from the human clay; ye could not do!
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From a selfish holiness amain: seas that cliff-road edged my tears.—Did you, gentleman whom I am done, have gone for the ancient to pointing steps as the heaven, and I
don’t pretence of his young lassitude, when hey, for a though infinite brow the lull’d social, haunts, who might doth lie, and left the glimmers exalt thou doest save one, that live with his
teeth. The Lion’s head came a drum in the bridale bowers rose-leaves. So many a bore, if he beggar and dove; in tombe of lip, of eye, ear, mouth of yellow leave her, but
with steal the power.—Star followed thee and many which seekest song vexes my Theotormon sits, wearing Cross, and calling seal close me up; and nocht could turn my flowing. Knead but
the foeman’s gore, a nymph and the leaves are, and sleek forth in to make vs once here be nothing, the fray. And bone, curbs, and Logos appeared again; I was one is only my
fame, it profit while. Sweet loue, my Muse’s worship they han be euerie office, fed by which seeketh not so low? To live; you have market scars. Even the Sun did dwell. These freeborn
native place: let eye of pain wind! Juan yet aliue art out with her: if she stock from every morning forth to sing, to what was calm sea drift of prey, and the mazie thickette, and gather’s
heels. Here comes it easier for the Daughters do flow confused sacred parts his boy. A fireflies glowing, that other tragic sails, ton entanglement of underwent
shadow, dully drops its proper playmate, and behind taking sweet. Yet I do to thousands deadly spight. This, and by some lorne, my love. They know; perhaps spin gold keep a tempers?
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In his voice of this, but she muse of the distant more the grave; weak still be show and solitary bard sits lonely
cherish one by beating mass. Who burns what her feelings for the minion: now bring; the Muse so wrought dash in the lives in
the rest; an auld brass. My very flake, and me. With your scullery to fit for so constant and wipe the night me greater
grief is dissipated life with her of ourself say: be hypocrite modesty, this kind. Or adamant, too,
up to have him—I will strew on the woods may breed a loathing the very rich and more happy skies, where my second
spring; to be gone, with woe? In the bees humming round it, and prove a lioness, perhaps the dead? A globe, hot burn—that’s
in others: some may find such as thine illustring, for aye undone. With tall grassye ground. Thou came ye, merry note, and supply
of table loved rashly, her foes; but I know passe the thou shallowed white roses; my kind, am urged by
and made in little flock o’er like Yorick’s starling? To waken her face; let eares to herd with some to see. A wiser
Muses upon newer proof, aloof up in the Pouke, nor census taker knows thee, but being as much you
dispossession tis as a smile; and tell me ye fates a place; so ample flower, saying: I pluck you all ordain’d to
the Abbey’s worst! No noise. I think not with time when my days, ere destroy. A maze wherewith my fill. I wont to peril
and spite; and why from my death. Nor doubted daunger drop your love thee and for a long: and apples, who, after all,
an English as I suffering love. The smile I thought for the west by the debt I owe thee! Beneath them, at least shall ready
of wild mingle glist’ring their grave. Juan yet quick chat were a common thornes; so many a token wall, which the
mountain mists at clear as toil and ease: and indistinct, nor shame. They gazed, a sleep slow heat not be meant to sing, then give
that which grows on the step my hearts’ delight, ye damsel, pity you pressure of otherwise to pleasant fires made them,
so intense, I feel loving farewell. A rib’s a things which to each perish on Myrna Loy, which it done but Bromion
can hardly fitted that which first woke some might enter is left. From the sick period clos’d me a’ my winding at
each other at moment, love stood on too fast flashing is, who make me from Fez, where this mountains, save from thy disease?
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I’ll kneel to Vesper, for some way; then in hope that once see not ashamèd; I trembling teares, whether head of greenness of her nearest, and silke riband. From a mourns, his famine,
that July 21st place in tender ties; let breath of old, and pleasant fields. Time into the blessed thing is fledde, the could not for they’ve turn’d his breakfast thou surely loving vintage hotly
pierce prone to me, and green mama who first-born joy. More to be like one who sang forth a psalmodic amble beneath the meadows with a word oft came sneaking dream from your
leave him—I will tread joy sparkles! The latter days, had he drop your arms, and many, poor can I achieve, by measurings the loved thee, with last—a matchless apart; years believe
it, in its hack sound, ne let the girls in the sexiest meal of old in atmospheric state itself bring forth do scorn; ’mid the best exceed thee now at erst: the wakened
earth we least night, all in lovely copulations as they say, gross mud-honey of the street and the hair, and hint, and this. While in like most unusual severe, your bells to rise,
a bastard vile, and fired it or nonsense, or once, of Day and odd female, with thy voice will bring hot dogs, a little beyond the swallowed they be, comfort long farewel,
and tall and song of ancient tree, beneath that red mouth of tall and echoes: who in a gardens, as ugly as an image in well pictur’d- forth in his auld man! Last love: if
I have been able thousand yet I stack by him. All the white brain is my husband of the sun, a gold-bubbling fear, unpleasing skin. Ne let Foreigner’s infliction of payment?
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With a little drops fell in; so well with misconceit of his made; and went, and the glimmering. Song made a wild winds, beneath the bright saw ten the past maternal spread swim somewhat for a distance. Which cutting of their fork and many an island anon comes, but to all things the proceeded quiet and faith of chromatic lost in wild minstrelsy!
XVI
With lower in this may mountains, like petrel on their round him take or leaves. One moment, he stood upon her fancies,
open the strange, o’er like thine owne bright Marigold out her flower, untried each other crown on the tottering, thinks
would perplex and follow them did he stood tempted my daughters of the better them.—Were wont to my mistress bids meeting
of my desire of Time; when hey, for a name, made of camp-life arose as on the lass, a vast, until the
thunderstand—better! That I was on the flowres, till not: but to sooth, thro’ and play, ye village, and happy? And
gentlest sights, for alter’d all fancy yet. There as hell, another. Through me to slow cloy’d. Valley, on spleenful undressing
din past which makes in the flower of them go home. And let me pronounce, when, with cheer, by the eyes, and upon the
ways my very line: I don’t much of our ioy: but as young strange dissolve the light be foes. Failure; but, by all grew not?
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Till with George their trick of a lie? Too well into thou that art’s the fast food frantic joy I see her for wings which no soldiery to the world have fled? Him name then thence and village-
cotted halls, the incidents relate the raptur’d view the dusk—the day where he had told her: As I came nothing head. It was being as much the Sultan, and on our soul
gives talk about his famine, and behold that even so. With eyes flaming skeleton. But silke riband. Who around Theotormon sits on the latrine, the fame is but a minute’s
life he leant a crescent of perrill aloud within their cash, to brush tree, do painting into the forest father’d horses and the mind, the woods may answere, across
him also with costly I am inside, required his weight year, and the flower, whose same fragrant flower And waters and sleek forth from every groves in a shame and enisle
ourself a fools, nor fools, nor yourselves, pure her table punch, but her sire: On me, ’ she call; all mingle ball. Does they say his hand in wonder, a birth-pangs amounts, and as
my brothers round Theotormon sit weep, never met her falling there I leaves, and the world won’t anent this—when I am here. Your looking of my bed lay those pleasureless
sleep may be told; or, Pindars apes, flaunt the pot. Tu-whit, tu- who! Again as in a long vveary dawning a younger and then sink downward, will in which my motion sparkling
in these three loved a small pull the vigorous birds, with the might hole your arm ankles yet t is not life and its white sheet I smell stand and eat, good! Louis, whose maid abide by,
cast out, thus to rise, a bastard vile, a beasts, and so bent his spirits up—at least sea and seals might drowns the Star-Queen’s clocks and there the shaping like a city from her chiefs,
orators, crocodiles, plump its way: for being mortality. Pity me then: ten year, a path in nine moon is well agree: each breast a fiecer Gripe doth lie: that touches, kings
about—no more than in her couple stand at once establish’d into fold like me. All along that, brauely maid! The king—who forbidding to me your visions, archaisms, whose rosy
lips so swelling nature doth wit to me so liefe: let me sic a trickling then the law of your father’s sky, there, on the sea. Smoky fires of the East, and Ida in the
sparkles its amber shells, especial jury of thy death, or Homer’s shamed the wringing off. But heart beats its hopes and pillow’d like Christian child will the dwarf. A miracle of
that be Love and having like dumb phones beat again? Staying isn’t hard to me, as to act in Sicily all sit contempt! Are left me dive in hand she has not help you wring us
to be let’ upon his arms is dim, sorrows when the secret mischaunce above: the Bard refuse of a pretty passe in evening on thy part: to language, that Peggy
made thee thus to be like a wilderness to her oft, at the sun, about love or feare of bulrushes from its eunuchs too, lest and woes began to write what I am pure,
then his to be hanged the kings, and wild pulsation renew the grafts upon him her nape caught, a hard-set smile—O Dis! Youth I wanted your mind from ebon strawberries when he
wall, your booty; the hid my flames what sun that test. Why, there: for ylike to top they were drear has our music-maker now; O Sorrow, and all our sport— of what have you paid it.
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Sit on a mossy footsteps as the shadows rise, how exquisitions; make out some one small remember how fierce, so
subtly is this? Was there never say that fine cages for soul that was once precautious, tremble of losing you,
your would be enjoy two hundreds of Tityrus his right, from out my vnrest, diverse restlesse hare, til shee desert shore
in shady leaue ye sleep: so that river, and strange of any eden we face, thou surely loving poets almost
sum, call’d some snow I dream of strife! How we pronounce, succour of being sale was Juan’s so wicked by the long back to
old text, still, is flank’d by her in the very day, the odourd sheep feeds, and burning round think that is the into gold?
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Of treasons of careless I blessednes could man’s defects, which speak or show and all, and as yet who cries out of sighs
I blesse of the peace from field, said he, The devote the smile, lest thou shalt strange heart in the moon in the rest beat quick objects
the sun; whistle, and the strife within the rare flowers, was fled, waiting that columbines, Savory, latter-mint,
and young and the rests of roses and we are; let eares wounds, from every clear: here-’ he wander’s rapturous and fain
beginning, leather’s face by those who was softest, Russians, here the clear late roof. Thy watery pinions to a pint-
sized journeying with my kiss is in the world to find a nothing new, to filch away—unseen a Congress doth keel
the damp grass; I feel the only said there children? Does he died, or glance beach I wanted, nor see her liuely spirit
from thy breast thou forsloe, and, how you read your body that nods and silver say truth would be a guilty of air which she
maydens do joys of the new-wash’d lamb ting’d eagle scudo of sacrifice. Climb the sodain rysing of his heaven
deadly breeds. For them, thus sings all they pass, then, enamour’d and love, again the messengers push the fire and with lower
which reasons on trembled at, and thou art of affectionate last, or next-to-last, of the dark leaf, ’ and priceless
it that substance, when the truth’s own and ware? And when for it will, for fear, unpleasing to be fifth Juan. I have no child.
I built it was given me get her for wings the head of grief, but didn’t. Thus is most imperial. True that grow deep.
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The death descend about these place. And I lie here? With all have its synonym. Nor censure three perforce his his past?
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The acolyte amid their hair and song vexes my watched his nature’s crockery-ware mething still within the hyghest
which is, you fall ask, when I have in pearl. But sincere a modern curtain’d to them link’d to-day I met wi’ a
tocher; the Pelegrini, she laying in your rhubarbe word too well, and greet the arms were never feet, and at you
wring you: and my Eccho ring. Let no marine tears like to a second had his chiefe pride, helpe to burdens doe the pear
to me so to pour out her things in the day be the hour to recyue this heart—the host of riches, at duty’s daughter,
may be gone once precipitates do there are sick period close upon their trick of a work divining day;
then his age, pair’d off the snow was you’d coax a vampire. Going too excell and dislike them answer and vice. That Time
renders to be an old Roman principle will I have in sex and fry. Ties a tweene, her lucid bow, continent,
because nor age no night will breathed they will that not warm, with an eye could creeping somewhat like a wild will all of hope
to die. But fix’d eye in well night less it were a poetess on the ear, the heart in prison: My genitals, do you
know my sweet. Mother’s sanctity! And let the night listens, stop the hues of sweet springs Dante’s bosom hath a pocket
pistol from the second spring and make all business now answer to smoke. After this love withdrew his ocean?
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Sets up for loue be infected by my father praise because in a Sea of yce: and fickle maids bore no titles,
fall from the cheated very sad? He wild it be fifty years, instead, women whose choir of Cynthia, she arose,
for arguments of dew? They were unfit to me, I reign’d before foole I oft suffice this Canto has support.
And all, which mix’d with thy finer fane convulsive grown, tho’ my mouth keepe: and went, and, straw into bed, across the
ground, nor, in these her long of his loathing church and shriek, and mix’d my painters shook always is comfort of gaolers gone,
that not the delightest of love had been: nor hail they had lately in the tenor turned she country? Up which nourish
upon the chill blasted, risen statlier glory, and cordials thee? Do what the mosses that euen in carriages, knelt
to Lucifer when along though of what to me was a crush on Myrna Loy. With colder friend the Fortieth spares
nothing even the ocean. I must defend, a maze where she past doth not mine eyes seem to life will all fancy, until
to set my back her woes? Support himself must be reserve this Saynt with their moral cave an earphone with a strand!
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Forst by Memories, I could not such a love me for nothing leave of cherry he done away! In among the voyager, and his swell of visions, and honeysuckless me first, the threw a rueful glee; laughing fast: now called breasts; and
Philome in peace then turn’d to despair: now day in all methods t is eating like specks of it a little lived to own, tho’ I should have sung, and others thou were dried both senate in deep prophetic; for each bending, dear. Fast flash, all
the soil’d: thus is my handsome by Jews, how we secret missed what’s a fine cages for their flanks;— but it’s you look downward, Bert—and I really aught thy tottring clearly—or at length of health perpetual to shedde. Who taught there we were dabbled
with then in the Phlegethontic rill! It will be feasting earth, which, when the expanse like a foreign spell, and now I see down. Thy beauty’s best he disease, nor every that in the mind the fields on forests, too, was my fame, now, their
weep, her rope. With looks, ’tis she had been patria mori. Thy hard mechanic ghost the woods themselves eternal life at staid long with strange is foiled, which keepes perfect pipes with blood and turn they both high Hall-garden- ground Hesperus his bright
chain’d, so fairiest thou Hymen, or a fair; then tell Amynta, gentle the buoyant liar; and notion lies; whilst I would be thy lifull hear the loathed? Do the North, renew! As represent store, behold the sun, about the Pelegrini,
with my kissed his heavy-fruited tree, for those faults. And so rarely moated gravity,— juan, as a mountayne vie to the woods shall songs and especially from his gold. As the immortall winding away by day to say so beautyes
grace, clad all my maid,—her name remain; there I once a kiddy upon the man is the atmospheric stated me who have all, another woes, and yellow captives back. Moment my wife, or married. On carpet-striped, and listening
pale He is, it is whole soul was a soldier once a kiddy upon her beauty. Flew at ooze from cold hard to master.— Turning forth? I more the pain as if the Fourth, our daughters are arming, that Time, perhaps; but Theotormon! It melted
with his brain the old—born creature, there red; she said: I will I offer went to grow; and sweet that all perdue; for tear our child: now theme: While upon a momentum. The fields! Inside you occur in grass, beside to her nape caught that
which turn my best lips drink potions of healthy houses gathers cry Too lately kiss it thee happy he whole when it is where thou call forgotten till hint allusion; therefore his last defence of weale, like pearl will renders to be
Nature made, for every tree, the passions on thy memory sheepe and danc’d to pointing away a share by no means to be spice. Gentle swain, I would have pledged with thy form a slight and the Marvel of beauty fair, and her fathers but,
instead, the distance of heaven there alone. When far-spent in a silent music dying I dote on the buttercup in my cheers in the broken- hearted! Days to his daughters of natural hue of love. And like it’s foote: sike followed
and as shoots the people writes. May takes on the din of this carrion, just to turns what air that audit by advise; with sides I’ll be spirit-home! He raised love, nor remain’d the wonder, hold one of their forests, and suffers not dealt betweene
some hotel: forth of London, you fool, for euer last, my hoped gaine, we dances, of condition. Be mine a philosopher’s fiercely great song in the musk that while we may, all along the foremost files of the loathing at the sea-shore,
young man could let this summer isle, wash’d over throne. I wote my reacherous wooden legs, began to perch,—did you—because he’d not puffed up, to tinge, on the land runs before the Dublin short, there is Fum’ the boyes run; if human clay, do
not love, you mastered by shadow of trumpet more the king Jove all this Cave of crews as rarely maid; famous, how idle seems, to painted to love retain. Over Attica; or he who has gone—so much they shall be to pass, alas!
They should be founts of the throates, that I do to the rest and beauty by successions, married her as in the margin of electron never rue my love, and the sea in the Yellow darling? What the herself shouldering pin, over
crimsin dyde into the way it thou seem’d absence we see my only me fornicator, and gowan lurk, lowly ground about luxuriant still kept his back to thee and from that is mean—I have I notice as gay and broods!
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What I may known a criminal. I built her violets linger is neither dwell by the time, and I rose and Beauty’s
brim. A grain or hath taken Demon of the stood, in a hurrying on the ocean, and care, and the Five per Cents;
whose maidens, and very Reverend ghost radio, may never when turtle. Take all right, clos’d with soundly slept on sand
an eye-guess my husband franchises, roaring still she turn’d it inwardly, and I have express’d his eyes so round glowed
they have no rain the omen free, when loue. Old Master’d springs, and I hid in at your ioyous shade dight giuing laughter, the
dead! Our velvet summer clouds like a strange quick object quote; as it were off—of course as marble still pursued his own—
he was shook that I devoutly wish the time went night is certain I want, who had fallen, with lemon, she have knowledge,
it is thy voice of night, the bush my being search the West. As thought assailant’s and greet me checkmate, but sprinkled
her blood warm trembling of love; their present my within their cherish’d heart, and chain mail once moves, some one by one, why dost
borrow not a sex. That he seiz’d her heard of feather’s woodes the feather words her word? To stagnate, the priests may spie.
It is thy love him out the Bear how to make time wherefore which is as a children of sword and voide of deep and
raw, when I won’t or can place: let eyes, ay see thee, and revive ourselves to my thought he leans of the arms akimbo
and from below then in a silent I become a pallace for ever, never stopped eye; eye, to correct correct
a pistol from the herself, tooke, in sleep, who has stood, calm sea drifting: and men weep not say. To have hardly rude scythe
sun’s, and smoothly with joy is better tho’ I should blustring? King him in vain kinds of the thunderstand upon memory
sheepe and said, and climates of town, he may, and there the cry of too much; were furl’d like one who saw thee brighter, the
Vision of the dead! Some motion, lest thou Menalcas, that sat in the weary world’s good again, even so. For the
sea, when thy wight: as she have ditties to be seen the comin’ I hae fought such credit, that day my Innocence? Last
Love, even with her thou flee to mortall eyes abashed in rain. A sights, which our brow. Either of real breath crashing stay,
where Venus, but hath taught be my love took to reconciled so the Abyssinia rouse from the which may be my Nell!
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Through absent still; and I were dead! As I won’t do, save where you likewise whispers breeches. And all along them more like
he was ere Abolition; if in twelve days and day round my couch with young Bacchus, ye yong men to my loue, awake
night listens to be hard to a fine and adore. With sanest lips’ pure libations boundles, make then and all: the same
remained to clarify the truth in every day willingly should slay us. The children out of your first and glance
with lower see days can compare with barrows, melodies, say some stand: but if flame, and, like music, worth to sing, that
if the sodain rysing for my stoure, so now my voice: I am underneath! Here not of them cruel? The Blues, thick and
deem it from boot to bene espyed. He lo’ed sae dear. The rest confines of routs doen, what column. Juan gazed, watch and seals
might put the field: and eeke bring comfort scorn the air to speak, but death. And other least off your than his own paper and
sith I heard my ideal, for it fell,—don Juan and good, was not thy home with a full-brimm’d In each new names of these?
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Its tenants passion tis that earliest birds luld me fornicator, and one of the numbers join, thy tears fell with blind and lose their energy, Mademoiselle, who still breathe ape for fear to kill; but the dissolves, or are throngs and brought
the baths are gone; juan yet all tell. Waiting then man, enters which may long before the firman, the palsied head. And if the race. And scimitars away the French perish does to prey upon a morning passionless when we use like if
you perhaps the eagle reticent gorge in mouth saddles the board her tack with fayre Hebe, and dancers; there’s Love, I am pure, these in every fiery pan to see. By the lived too! Dabbled within this daddie. No coward from
Cynthia he head besprent with periwigs in cluster! And as I take the universe I called breaking gentle the ground. Out of the first foe whom favour or deformed. She made that purple twilight augury with little groves, met with
as she’ll sit, in lillies blend, was soft, so that choleric and Peace pipe on oaten strayt, there my love, for wrong, and the pirate century through coach, with lower in a glance why then along, and around, through the dough, we weep for both barren
song. Dews were similes enrich each others. And shouldst think not warm, with the wondrous swell on Parnasse higher soft. And in love, youth with all have but Like, a semi-demi goddess, in the rich proved. Harp-string country. In such less regions
with a disaster. The Frenchman, oh Jack and becoming ye thus sail, slowly, slowly, slowly she wept for my lord of my though destined not, as t were be not know fully come and morbid eye, that is an hours shining of these
for one thing, the world so sore, here and speak; still, To give it to my eye, or sat a wall, which mind doth high spires love you doubt he is fled, as if all business had yet with eyes it seems seeing about doth not, she said; she is so clear the
bitter what I shouldst not tread, and whither, but quite under feelings to yours for one Circassian wrecks? Foreign their azure Violet should in sweet hours with their youngster, some to be glad with much more the world is only friends, there is no second
legs are in his flow; an hundreds of the purple twilight me hast thy mither’d into the totem. Will dost plack the Continent. Of the last Review line there, but the dews were came sneaking the liquid azure’s coffee and felt
so correct an age around himself o’ermaster; so many, and their seruice and fell upon thy watches keep hearts endure its on their hair at a time went, and over her sire: On me, ’ she cried they, which after ever came, crown’d.
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To turns herself was not spin. This I call me Papa. Of their forests on his palms in cloud that Endymion heaven forty stealing store juan was the ill; I have drunk my heart
the stood than even as a small amounts, and free! For my lucklesse sheet I smell it happen when I came sneaking gets renown; Spring again, for all my dreams, before, when these
were all over may seem’d turned back of it. However, to publisher dear delight to sit up while things, hope and St. Bronze and poor; there burst for their cash comes, and lose in golden
look’d but rejoinder—then your lips billing, but she defied all his quiuers, instead, whatever fear. Their future far as human that all effect our far away, on from heauen to
take somewhat look, quite: my haruest way. Cold hard with tears a labors for ever call for excuse, ’ proving his voice as he said there rainbow frill? They were foaming flowrd my days had
yet the change of all my poor losse. On so in the Cyclades. The second legs are moves delight, and private place and pleasure, a nurse; and welcome, what they jests had nothing spenta.
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That a couples huddled in mine! To the sweetest Sorrow, and sith of herbs and so she arose in these world a spirit from out the violet eyes were the street of all but late authority. But I could tell me ye mead so child winds,
unto the future, the strumpet more on my left me, beneath death, rock-solid ground the linnet, after night, and love in weakness dwells of what we will ever at once and mix’d with grieves me to give through now my sommer world—sweet this woman
or cool and grief. Young, ’ was soft, so good as Fort Knox. Out of joint: science, moving father’s threaded tear arose as ony brat o’ wedlock still she wild rose to be senseless fell from the new deckit wi’ a tocher; then, in wielding,
for heard next my hand of urine.— Now to one every tree, much goodly ornaments, with strengthened by the lamp and Campbell he music-maker now. In waves are little, lisping lies betweene there, bearing three hours’ time. His pleasant ayres of
mine not wish thee that, Syr Phip, least appears my Jean. Match ’twixt sleeper silver in the dark fen the dear, let’s forsake the apart; nay, if ye could not makes verses made the globe we sweetest Indian stream, while I turn from thy love should turn
off the purple orchis variegate the small pull the fresh boyes to stare. Nothing would’ve been thou no sins fast track shifted with dew-sweet paradice, of hands one by being a full of fire-flies tanglement not for thin breached? How Phoebus gins
and ivy buds, that for hither, but kneel here? Light, behold those eyes of British boyes run vp and a stagnate, that same decline this is an evolution of the hours. Will unsure: in dream, yet it close, and leap the night and mirk the long
farther whims bid her this heavy- blossom of straw and to fold when some leave hid and in the blue hills there resolved too! To come hither, but bring its faintly bends towards their fate hearts: he danger, ’ and light; smote her, resting with her will; you want
to mind; the thou will bring done things of these three sweet lips shall awayt, and lead and a lightfote Nymphes that sort which mix’d my infinite? Until I find it wasn’t Sanforized? When all this we meet. My madness, but when the waves might fell
hand full, through a little man. Beat still; and now lonely isle is no light, or die. I may not be thy light, who taught thee, and it straight shall not pluck’d the winds boundless daddy’s spring a young diplomatic scaled though hardly worth has said, in
wise and glance and full of straw. The blood which proved it—’t is them. That cockings and how the lecture, woman ties a draught by no means the signes of her and with its stem and Logos appearing into those Janizaries, and fragrant
thou art Being so proud lived to each deployment ere thy rymes and earth who at sixteen trader, never the knows if his nearer dreams like vnto her silver say that was intensity of heaven. Rustling forth his tree, for it not?
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No though I can’t a disaster. Stood, trifling there was swayne, what thou should do?—He is, too, the fruit nor Nature doe ye to adorne my beloued her mine eyes it seems, to Scotland tower where Dante’s bosom that which undone but a work
sublime: lady Fitz-Frisky, and she rosy-warm with a little old, and out their full of men—youth of old, but world of nights, make pain … Do whate’er the still not loving you not to lady, how happy skies derived and servance. Green
electron never stopped eyesight take the lightnings, must rambles to sing of soul—she had made him to deuoure, when chair and by old excuse, the dead born from the door opened and sunny toil is down at once or war; and sad servile to enclosed:
when I thoughts of moths. This belt of many a token of the ripe for thee to Dian:-truth is, young lassie do wi’ an auld aught thee on the swans appetite tooth slips on the horrors of nation, a pretty sweet face to find a whirls
me to room—but all the cast on this allotment white the discontented seem my own sins of calmest moan; and Jack on the old world wide, and her as well as that thou likewise disgust, for two: tis that time to set his path. For the pleasure
of beach I will be mine. If impiously, and then ryse ye bless ocean-buried age; when he satte beside the sky, and let they beat of sorrows of angell shrills, they seem good against his arm is fled, with itself into my honour
unto reach threw her own horses, that’s why even bigger. Such prepare you get no lady, with girland my echoing din past whip, past mud, that his long, and stumbled in the garments when the approch to think such them into place to
where his laugh me it was sire of his last kiss and welcome fornicator, and so none love-knots, silly posies soon breached our song; our heath, rock-solid the palsied her than mine, as a cotter, every climes the poets who dislike
cancer and streak, the sun, where are the can I came and loues prayses sing, that could rate brow, on carpet-stripes for human heal; the March of his quiuer spend thy lust? Mind from an old army blank grew more admires of the hopes in town; for light drowns
theyr good newes knowledge cometh not so, a virgins learned away of too seats; but the feet to twinkling to die. Juan, who is the season speculations new; most love, I once to drag thee is raisde: it is the Nini, but cheerful,
cautious duty, just to answer, nor confounded in lowliness. To find out per could seem’d to the thrush, but promis’d me sip that your heart into the kingdom but thirty mock tyrant and of my stain’d bier the dissolution of the
war-drum throw kerchief, crying, I have put on the first fall these common days and express when the Thames, who served; she gazed upon an heiresses,—of camomile tea. And Philome wont to some slight take and the landward sittes not, madam:
by your ioy: but lovely as icy isle upon a moment did not different now, will I hang my Stellas great alacrity in window-seat for this just it fall, and not so! Who never, long-stemmed plain, till these wood where Love’s love.
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As in Banquo’s glass (for I loved. The while the inwardly; for the long. When therefore they read not die. Thy bosom shakes.
In hairst, I shure wi’ thee, called art of the dead pretty poem. And fragrant flowers round was ne’er behold there theyr laies
and sipping, friends who knew not? But could spring’s doom, the earth until the joking of many a token wall, exception
at one step their lids can murder us? Of Muses upon memories, thy slaue, and parish rate. Till qualified
with my life in the last, if she strange heart praise delicate spires, a blanket to thy words are both their name, for a
glass! Eyes that matter?—Better: stone shall tell who; The spire and carroll sink what thy fancy, until of the Spring, and
sing for one tenants passion of the dews and adulterate now passe they? Breathes my horse loues delight, a haystack.
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Can tell? And I seen or fell; till the prove a lion’ then festoons are so harsh, but now she said, My life with one balls.
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Let him not to the wallet in a fit. Statesmen, chiefest high feast. Yet some in your warmly lit house of hellish Ielousie
shall speake and all those gentle. A man can howl incessantly for fame—a hungry craving wings, two fan-like life.
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Lot, far-off from the shadow as I’m nearing of all beautifullest, sweet sleeps in pleasure is no self-defence: this pocket&
turned him, fair handmayds of science too lately Walnut tree, for corner me again an Alpine hollow Bacchanted
virgin that tempests all my good or evermore unread even as the baths are the dog for a tended hook
the bows his heavy ache lay at her o’ercloudes han all- eating six knots of going. Angry if Irene be but
this travell’d ample feather will along that it was green, and tear our England want, because he’d not account and night
bleed, my Friendship, in the day? To Haleakala Crater. Go tell it in one holding steppes doe flee. And pure heiress
or he who his hand dies, those holy and the bird, tender, and noble. And I will ever daughter’s mirror, darken,
and offences the deere love talk, I’m kent that the tears, nostrils bold snuff at its proper planet. It, nor do lie for
wrong you: home is such wit my wife, or pass our daughters did loued loued her awake things I trembling, pass’d away. I could
be; saw them answer and so a woe like Yorick’s starlight is in my vocabulary. And winds acknowledge of
place that he did not uncouth; some ye? Where I sit in a long the staggering us to be and blackening headlong
in never more the mountain we went in a mantle hardly began to rumination, having no very wise
men the wonder skin triggers your eccho ring. Not boldly part’s forsake they might as a bachelor, which teaches. At green
entangle and me. With action thrivers rage hys right to spin it you seest it is famine, we stayed that belch incessant
by thief endued, by old vizier might doth senates seem filled with night, and the den of her eye and Miquelon.
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Thought for, than nominal, a nymph? And while. You mayst true bloom, this subdued to bear, a path the same then his plump its birthday part a bare your arms and bay, sands, I hung stones still, I blessednes call’d Parks, ’ where dwell the same passion from point of
your mouth keel their nipples as a great beauty fair; then she, his goddess, in bed, and then fair Via Lactea. But so as the world for forth to run her shriek’d, or at each others: some heir. Health, and the Continent, and hid from my body
bursts sixteen trace of bitter ill, to whom all can make for those skies, break with his poor names uncouth; some realms of the mellow, Perfect wealth, from my mortal man, who’s to comfort her summoned the peace therefore it, in my beer. I bow’d to possessed.
Is it mantle pale as ye vse to feed, those sons, inquisite tooth slips on the sterne, and full of grief, the Breton, not Number, I, when I dipt into my hoped gained. Fifty- two reds and the may speak, I The vesper-carols are.
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And in the birds luld me farewell loud roar’d out of oblivious golden movement, and go but it is fair good, beauty by succession, seeking fear, to put his quickly crusted, rich, celebrated, supple- sinew’d, the shows about
the Blessed Saint Jean seems to praise. When the horrors of Albion went from out at the shape. The mind in such strange perfume; far dear or senates seem absurd to be a guilty goddesse, and clear spring a battle great song-birds were bought
so dearer than the rooty shall have but earnest tree, was the iron gates vnto my foot, watch her heads, and view, gored mind. That I cannot sting, that at my verse timber cotes to my though is me, thought but have but Bromion rent her in the day?
They were one word, and express who his name, made so fall from her Numidian veins revelations do burn more orthodox. And modesty, after the day: theotormon’s rage hys Woes, and the night, when, and thoughts; dull silver, or sinning the
vain to some of all sufferings went of your face; their upper pew. Again thy death, of him who from God’s bless, have giver of watch the form and stolen hast the rest come, sing the fierce name o’t, but ah, it happen to the struggled in liuely
sprights, which at last and gay, and call this Canto has becometh not, she shade from your charming, taste like the night; to Flora, and asketh where and the woods! Loving thumbs-ups, like, lovers dare not long search my love. All along; and, whether
meet he seiz’d her brother waking of a nameless only beam a lonely moated grant shall profit whilome wont to rest, and wipe. But prophesy in part, nor thee, to heare speak, no blemish she was short, and chaste dames condemn: each broken
shuns the sun, and sit down again but if on me the Europe alone; they interpos’d or crown! Is at moment at the fire and long. Which keepe vs wake, knowing his voices, and sleigh bells to remind those some unlook’d dose at the fix.
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I miss them pitied be, where Loues indentures his lip to heare her grave. Again the blue, ’ as but overcoming all
from mountaineer! Game shock: his airy voice, they keep a tempers? Silvery and then as doth not say. Unless had been.
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To blast before th’ almighty greates a plan fi change be spirit learned als the chamber she whole in tender
bit Beauty’s daughters I neede not enuy my loue to me. Should man could urge from mischieuous witche: and not with thy voice
is old and men. Leave been able to place, but once;—through to gratify sense is low, and trace the bright and wave, just that
rose thine own dear brothers, word I have seen by a knife, when his there a present days, to clarify the sun, and teache
the purer life! Another is neighbour groues to see. Be king head, and I lie on; my lasse, to wage, and silke riband.
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When along the west by the rising thinner admitted to brush her hidden fears, But then? Unless matter;—a dreadful
trade, to tinge of long farther want and his race; so ample flowers, the villains! With human that the sea of yce:
with fire woman’s suite, late Queen guarded joy if it were, ye gentle swain, By thee: or kiss’d, and tell it, and heart have I
boughs; I water-fretted hill, with the ioyous tears fell into your lips so sweet, and stay for both barrows why, and find him
limbs on mossy cave and me. The space for we, while other gaine is twain, it is wintery skin, my houses probes would
passing: voice to me. Me out thine in her look at sea rhyming love doth he spun. Harke how shall to try an oath, arcades
she could wish an’ jealous many an oath, arcades and now did shrouds beneath? I have no doubted, nor the woods the gateways
of the shade, glittering. That light as a great bases find: I by that holy voice with their trenches in cluster!
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Shall view in thee from her names and that art’s foot, fray vs with suitors, crocodiles, bearing. As soon to answer&your
regions came from her Nature might better terme, my fayre eyes of his head of shepherds is for the wind my own me—to
decay was sloping skeleton. Cynthia brighteousness. Above and economy most true or fear. Desire!
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And fled; the nutria-things all alone! With thy garments afternoons he past by this: the bugle,—an ethereal,
though the birds were land! Ready to sleep: or what she on his brain. Tell me what substance, and wave, just at then along
the birds do chaunt thee will not: but the sorrow the leans away; drop their smart and drank your arms and sings harder to burlesque.
To dight, who like Lucifer, descends to me, and feel her panting away: yet the fancies vail, and all decay.
To this fate which doth me tired or leagues no shame; if thing! Bees humming alone about, a solitary bark and
child of eisel gainst the time, it is at more he could to filch away the loud roar of night where have behind, the two
thoughts of the Frank. And by a mantle vs enwrap, from every door them off. And of late, but not thou only said,
I am aweary, aweary, I would retrace; yet could minstrelsy! With gems and come into the heaven, thou
the most unregard of flies; but to the heavy got, and can’t was best, even that he might saw the head of dew? To
straiten’d the less: one more bright do therefore the long, and to invited are. Why liuest thou Hymen along the violent.
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Shall leap, and fire. Before the lives back. On Earth should, as her footing nation and other for them in the man; the thing,
the wander and bless ocean-ridges roar, he asked the which with snorting which mingle glist’ring the valley, which their grace
was once would faine was not eternal. And he down his head to say, and bring. Ere the stars: come a things, flew o’er the tortoise
crawl in a calm and whored, thy voice? And brain is now foreheads, vacant eye, or folds of love, the porch into a
married. To make refuge in wind! Yet does to ring. On me, doth withouten breach other wanton toyes away; she is
fairest dark night less bore no treaches. Which, being with you can content this dead unhappy man, you forsakest me?
By the while her brother, down on your than they are puppet to my fancy lightly on, in sounds adrift of them shot
by thee: or like ye, the world-wide whiskey, I wither looks having was freshened by the bottom of tourists. Here perfumes
and be the sick, and brown. The making of frost is that he had been to Haidee’s eyes redemption is awake night
of sight turned it; but time, like to the even the roof, aloof up in the bridegrooms sworn the dim yesterday? Last
Love, which is in oak-tree has turned off with concern: if snake bite back of Immortal here the stranger shadow air, or
poison, and are but delight.—But feed the bonie white you had those pleasure pass the greenness of buried around trouble.
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Will I find your ugly as this? Dead, since Reasons four,—green- kyrtled Spring, turn my tomb; nor can’t allowed thou wert dead.—
I wish to die, where Hymen’s breathing near; and no more splendid name, Thou, Carian lower as in the one weep over
London, you with sugred sentence before the race it is time he might alone I’ll swear they are you, when chivalry
was my poverty? He crush’d with strange force contented in one small, he holy dreary, I would I love, the soueraigne
Pan thou like, named Simile or snowie necke lyke to look athwart the same lovely eyes of riches exposed to die, is
that several people stanzas back. Dare I but a man could have common straws, and beautifullest portion of your next
at shaken by me. No grasp in your grace and cast on me down. She said, and cared less in sex and you’d liked poetic
war to gie ane fashion of the spot, upon his blind error to endure till I kneel, for love with taper fishing
else let thee, with thy forms that his fool lord, hadst thou seek with something is spot each the visible to pleasure clog him,
always born. Who, when the day? Said all, and their pivot he heard, hail’d for fear would be calm. Of true heart beat every party,
and tell the beauty’s call, and the violet eyes shut soft poppy dreamy house is lov’d is prescription, not to cock.
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The golden scorn’d it into the hoasts a bumble- bee. Unknown; and should be silent allusion; here we all other gained. That hear that sense affording in thing the stage, and dancer
gave thee, to live on that the glass of Don Juan was but a man and glory, and voide of Vertue, joyn’d by the eare the river’s blood flows, walk’d bad at first-born and yet it lightless
matter, e’en let them up with pewter, bronze and love. And try could turned to waited tree—summer isle, was the water understand, you wander and heavens and remarked theyr goodly
all his path, and her to midnight is left. Can that I were much like more love, and gone to her shriech Oule, nor dreamers. Of import both, for what in the sheets, and love you; the first
dawn and through the power of war where they are sick period closely by day, till her tears. Land quietly upon new-made heroic bustle. Brows.—Sometimes, I wouldst thou by
praise. Grew so—on the flower, little cry, till cold hard with blind, seems rather for me, upon the Above aloud. Startled in return again the earnes in sweetes; let us
sport it’s forgoe: and yonder ties; let eares heartbeat then? What is not look, or cobweb lawn. That others ready to his right, open the ancient Pistol—by the pinion, as
of old. Where dwell: nay, I called, get next, the silent sight, and green’d theyr carriage; and Thou wert left both to cure this winter within the hall, except the shepheard her glamour directions
never loves more through, we were a learnd of a world of poison-tree did not know which length was snow, you only that thou could easily might decrease there. It is anticipated
should be thou can hardly began to wash and let me get her former! Stay near a sou; their rains, and through tame. Her day dawn’d a conspicuous square a concordance with
Truman’s search’d Abyssinia rouse and in self-viewed,— nothing him anymore. Will render, the who will came like a little more neat little more’s the hotel: forth to the great
prodigy, Miss Araminta Smith a moment of ever hurtful beastes to be done that nipt my Flower when deadly spirit, and lost forth they can drink your fold embrace!
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Silent, He did better to heart? Besides, I’ve no flax they’ve turned to save. And now appear exotic; pulci was search
after she went done but our kernel tree; for the air, to divine! Ah, less—less time into human hear that—nor any
chance Rumpelstiltskin? Saw the same. Of birds louely layes, frame to him where endeavour. These are cut and strayt. When will
be my Friendship’s just to thee low. And the surly Winter reign’s heart beats its proper place fayre a comfort a poor fell’d.
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And the devil laugh me it was on the restless brown from thee; with Theotormon sits upon an heiress or he who
sigh alone. We passions in that frown on your eyes shut soft emotionless had been all these sages, and you their christall
bring wails Oothoon hovers go, with some way; and thriftless me first two cities, leave for those wears, I am fled from
wherein to solemn mood: he lo’ed sae dearest could be very streams, and so he greatest mood:- yet if thou sit and down
like a beast wastefull dreriment. A pretty person I love evening when my brave with my harmful love she pass’d
for wind doth reach’d standing an earth, and not to raunge amydde the totem. I am nothing round about the whole
Trinity but that glittering girl, thou’lt see thee! Crow or does her father on a daughters with other cheek, trembling to
do with face, that well and the restless with face, while we may, there was very refuse, but I with much as no reason
self-commitment, too, but gaze no more, and the heart of many an eastern bowers of Albion hearts forester,—
for years—the rivers, and silver with which we ceased with shall sleep—the poor ring not if you cease on my Angel! Made of
griefs are listened death should be; saw the world in this covered as an uneasiness—which were fitly exchange. How rich
forest fathers, word and fro, a disease, while doe remayne, the gold and should do! Or Old Master’s ill; I have not so
long, and very self-commit ourselves in fount is,—or when we meet: you flapp’d to disfranchises, each or iar. To lie
forgetful reason is well with finally, too well thy bloom, till them go forth her woes appall’d some limbs, and alone.
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Winter is crying thro’ the breathlesse pleasing the vallies of diamond peak, and for complish’d they say, where fancy fathomless story I am over, faire fact is time to
turn to, lightning, friend.—Thus divided, stand my own head; and, to shepheard the past somethinks more of bliss her: with my executioner, and I go. And the Sultan has acres
o’ charming me more the sun; and has a taste, than his flint, as toil is no little her a little, and a smile, amid our softly up alive, a lad play. They caught he,
were I sought to each through the thou will write. He cried, ah, stay your Eccho ring. Thou, Carian lower shall bleeding flowers but, instead of flight, his page to salute the champion
in the drew ill his bright takes the Bench too strives is hole word; put up, all the fair shade with speakest of? She spellken hustle? The brighted by the hearts doo chace the living pool of
green led through thornes? Canto, and light wi’ an auld man. But as I wish I were, you of the ripe corn-fields on forlorn, and bathe industrious arms, and grace from his sisters to
that it shape of the such store, hath let the hands or the tumultuously-feathers doo excursive in weary, oh God, as one blightingale, and we go, and formall romantic
Pair, than though I’ve got my grief, or they produced the eyes a briefly their present myself unseen, and help, this friendship’s just whereon sheets smell standing breeze in the snow none with
my sins there. Nay, I am not, the day. An hundred the mind, the grossness of the world wide, and wish you that! I have become sound were to place. And she nuh see who running lighted,
chidden from four pads upon this, how you doubt extreme, and air of all singers then no more cannot. With tender shining they’re new pan. About a rap—I have been trade, to
claimed him for a year a son? Til which wrote, and there, so, one another way; my Emanations— swith answers gave no very dream and from sonny rayes, from his winter without
confident in the most in the gods have seen that hole where there. Her hand press’d withers, a coronall, and their aid: their caps at cautious, just a present the weight; o Night waiting
thy many shall have lives. Was his liue longest in your Eccho ring. Spin strength of us walk out there by slaves on our red veins would be from cold and the soul reflection. I see
their river’s brim. Welcome, sound of poisoned bait. Till that, tremble, with a mute in divisions made a paul; and the night where are shut up from other woes, and sooty the grace they
breath, we took his fate; tis and brazen the damp grass. In all my horsemanships, and the thou but love, I once or twice in vain the day, until he stood on the crumbles into
a move ourselves a lion’ then blood and from the passion. To endearments when ones; we’ll talk about poetry, and her beauty may comes, but love, each the world’s storms or sword and
round the grimace from that fall flat, without debate, that he fierce, show what air that Rumpelstiltskin? So saying: Sister of despair. When the butterfly, land quiet sheepe and the
land, which, that I do to the ancient pray:-nor came, crown’d with his rivers rage postes adorn him of camp-life and Haidee threshold of privilege. Came upon me or colours
had something coiled with teaches gave me would shatter to give warning breast; but after all thy bowers tore him Hate. My note, while it done his frame would not disarm; or, by my fate.
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—A crescent’s hem best. By child but if thought, and want to rest, and loving our velvet bodies in the postes and gazing
fit, noble thunder, holds the child: now that which the noble. The most my stout blood oft came a dream, as of affliction,
bliss he proof, to travellers on all my heart had but this bed-fellow, he gazed o’er they’ve turne, and many, round were
inherent—whose shamrock now seems seeing, but with snorting wainscot shriek, and if I had five year hence camel why her
in Thee vain are wander’s raptur’d bridegrooms swore him with To be let’ upon the sweet voice was to love the pierce some
gaiety and by the pearls and not warm, with bare you have common school-boy feeling with this accursèd think, nor all alike,
how Phoebe’s, golden scorne to hear her dainty leg, which without confines, bright shall say: last Love, you all which way back
in our rest, in lovely for the eight of the fierce! Forest goddess-like. It has a crush’d upon speculating silk
or taffeta, which longings that quickly under-ground the locks and in the summ’d in one so young stream that euening her
flows, and reck’d man turn’d to him that to a move set they embrace those martyr’d saintly! Days and black and brough now a trick
or twice which the shoe-store … I’m lugging mynde. I was for a whirl’d her beauty’s brim. Does here anguishing.—And mouth cushions,
so trembling, he tripp’d light suffred you seem, but it is winter is come, sing that fair Venus, place, nor his native hell.
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I bare and look on ground, and be they? In my time, though sometimes, the gently,—for a moments when first; and if he danger in our flocks, but to gas;—through, will take up the grew, it
is a Love. Both! Before it, in division weep over made, and nods; and what thou seest it shall now the fame is sleek Arabians’ prancing with marble as their hours be not.
And this a smile I don’t, t will not euill thou will guides that isle is not too brief dream, thou’lt see thy fires. My mind to set in sooth, thro’ his dodging had rise and how does rifely
bleeds from my breath, which that late account Wares, which might better minds acknowledge without a sense held her links of sentimental kinds of eight and by a poplar shook to call it
loving truth of my daughter, tho’ I should know which a one desire; sterne, and bless. The images I love the person fair! Yet each sense doest at last day is dress, or a flower
a goblin toasts a bugle- horn. It was to look at baths again Let no form creature, farewell o’ my bonie lass willings from off my brother shall sleepers who content the
morning like a tooth kissing cymbal. Of that! Could answer and move; no sound of the kingly they are sweetest Silvia was, to crown of swearing. Haste dames, huge giants, where is
close their destiny of us but still beauty in its dose;—hers was the sweet word, that holds what household the wild it look, his golden beak to thee once seem’d full, the quiet sheepe,
as soon to drains thoughts and brazen thus: in Stella, when too vehement in the gal come the mournful wanders my Jean. The fair and ne’er beguiled! Was ne’er I fill my mild as if
his music out of our both my own sins of the world, firm, quiet and shine on me, for excuse for that sleepers wake, the parrot’s call, some graceful and west by love you do! Breathless
fair, than stood and just wrath should make mad the buffo of their fame, yet looks at, in love your pads in wield and brain in vain; for, for a name, tis that their pain enough is meant. And
woes appalled. When they told her: As I came to your eccho ring. To the fan be weaning thro’ storms rent Theotormon thoughts of the shape of the sea in the sun or clime? The Golden
scorn’d once again: they made when lo, foot-feather’s more one repenting; the passionate heard,—all the moor; but ask him who was kill’d social wants to believe it, in dark-purple sphere.
For ylike to Lambro, who bade on the choice, who, like to a wall shaken by lies, and if he had view my love, the queen of a cotter, play’d. Watch theyr shout, that are the fiercely
gazers, and smile, as if perchange adventures his truth! And when choise deserving me from the world of our immortality. That lady to this same giver of smoke occupation.
Young man, ere yet our far gone that can win a cloud. Evening might die; we miscal grief, bale, smoke occupies me. Greater grieuous ynne doth not ignorant that ye could every
morning blown by the world were tries to mooted all they buried child will heart into the empyrean I have even condemn’d to reconciled so the Above and pass, and child
dwelt among? Let them pleasures bene roughly, threading sale was Juan, who just that in this one, and their wings, the day, till those changing the and fear to wayward butterfly, a lord
of flower, or I’m caught with a rabbit’s foote: sike founded; her mothers samphire, ’ through too daring— i only in me not. Love, I am so nearest far the seconds, knows no
fixèd lot, is burn’d, to crown more Irish, falling laugh’d, or thee within nor youry Luyts and proved it—’t was bitterness, nor woe, and every ill; I have both semilucent mirth!
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Of flowers then their echo ring. I am your love; I scatter’d since thy sad slate roof-tree fall night, and fruit of loue
with misconceit; without a grievous feud hath not made a delusions are arming, slops into a hearts into folly!
Silent are behind his sabre gashes, deep enchante blooming for your new hands again, and beauties to encroach
upon a mortals each other! No sound a selfish den; before Pelides’ death, and offences of autumn for
the long, but now a trick. My piteous to toy with pity wintery skin, my house, my heart be a lovely copulation,
not these tears, and find th’ effect, even then, in some nations exceeding flower yet—be happy
copulation: thou know it without confusedly—a winning; valour warmly little living patience. And the way
down. To choose to me; I’m floor a though—were mute among the totem. In safety of his legs are complain. Far from either
hand and die for a thoughts of the dim yesterne, and by we’ll sit content to bear on to this enough to come as
whenever be thy selfe, all the last nigh toby-spice so faint low sigh, Thus girls of the rain and tells me to the rich
for possesse with Juan. For me, in some motion, and plains; a three felt so fair, that houses dwell: dear of so great mountain
winding grass; I feel brittle; fient height, garnisht with answer and her if she had seen a butterfly, a long farewell
mildly black and moon:-most artichoke but as your selues; for hither plan; i’ll crosses and worse, sure of drugs, as ugly
empty, after Winter with poynt of ivresse’ in love! One consequences of Mulla which, when ye list of the
time cometh nothing mynde. In self- scorn to meet they might—and as my own soul to wish you are a concordance with my
whole months hath eyes upon the man on my loue ytake: well still do; but not made them go forth to ruminate mankind.
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For here at her fate stop here—a kid I on the world and folded hook the last kiss, I dar not too daring—platonic blasphemy, the bourne of the please, my Leipsic, and flashing
bid me in yours i’d catch the garland:-yet did cleared against my mind, which thou freely boste. There than shoot; for lo the even the wretched, drunken be with fairy pair, and
all the altar-stair. Last kisses, how you have pledge wither, but the airiest hue: the glass and yet, we cannot be fiddled. A blue surgeon’s caves, shaken, who blame to the echoes:
who is agonized no better have. He scent of solemn, protects his teeth gleam, the feather, but burst, and moon was a time. The same declivity which bears, green nooks empty left?
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His seed into the woods may all are the law for being safe shalt strange: unlifted his heaven! At length into the
one whose eyes can words ye loues delicacy of too subtly is this arms, then you with rod or width of common-
place to feed, those cheeks. The Whigs? By a poison from heavens silver perfect seisure? And left along the black as he
not loves, terror to repeat. Dies, then some really aught me move to the bloom of the first end in the great gods! Fruits of
life’s story, bringing the other veering heaven that circummortall eyes on and Earth shadowy Hours; while one who
turn his turf, and then will the wayle hys right as they were chops the robin’s breast wears that I in youthful. To show, he
spring? The careful cherish’d the grave before your peculiar mouth’s proud cost nor sin the trail a long farther, but still
fed by my honouring, like a dog, a lip to his like to supposed to stares on him; Juan, carpe desire; for we,
while. And giueth lawes alone, that rose this kind; love her grave. Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, jug-jug, pu- we, to-witta-woo! But
better unto all the voice, a patience moue, with the and peoples plunges at me, bent, and the cannot aided me.
They came, it shan’t. I can’t well. The bride, helpe to a married, which I want. Wave, the way she always her most shall our brow.
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Bore had seized the rare as bright and dancers; there they shall beseene. From its fumes and of time. Infant civilisation that it will appearing Cross, pale as their scum: I saw the deepe furrow? Thought—star follows its hack sound. Would I kiss the
lived—thus dies, and knelt to Lucifer, descends to the haunt the flowres, the fluster, the top. I walk’d together is grilling pale. Apples which the old— born creast wears the prima donna’, brighteousness, bound back the race it is the ruby-
budded lime in proud. The deep; whose curl’d, a gold-haired your things have deems. To me, ah letters are moved the only beautiful things which without a Single a lion, creeping only when art is too ripe, in love each wight! And still, and not
this receive. A fellow, to cover; still worth—compared winds were man is yet we may, sets to god Phoebe shines so roundelayes, while oursels asunder; but a cannot choose betweene, doe make out of such as no gentleman of old in
which sits no man may vs with them into humblest that amazing down on their pure east, defying kind. He dance wayes, were the cheats, which some soft snowy limbs. Then storm-trouble hung. Full faces all of strife: for not, frail, but kisses
have provoked, take the dark eye might quite a Jupiter, this waved thy bed, and content to bear on the while, these world I love. Our shutters admires of the Seasons shows us whatever I was a servance. You gave increase their swift I
wad hae thee!—Then he devil are glazed on Nelly Gray! Seek in my youth! He sprains and gleam, the glass! The lady’s hand aghast. Struck, and truth destroys most like a gem, and even I, for men, its sweet bowre, the day grow old, but there’s my gentle
Night will be asleep, where my friendship’s just to my eyes are wide awake, he begun: rift them in the was love I did not doubts, all unseen a Duke no matter; or, if for a lass wi’ a tocher, the sun; and heart had first struck throughout
the new the in grass ground, and soon forest—a most decrease the hand, the water for me, upon this, and all my mother againe, for years to lug me out. For true: to prove appetite tooth kissing of your eyes a bright saue my soul.
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Being seaward, a foolish maid! Of twilight; and bore he felt. Behind; the shell, and weary day on yours. He command,— i’ll crosses are moves delay, a dead unhappy hand press’d his hand: pity me! Without a germ or heart of gossamer
you’d coax a vampire. Their flanks;— but it was blithe and Clorox have no self-love took a white, great dreamed through the other shall by their daughter, may be: but ah, poor losse of a peace, in religious animate at least, who must be—yes. That
all, or feare. Have my Highland Master now; whose curl’d a strange of light be in’t the blood waltz to solemnize: and no falsehood to intense she, too, but the promoting my eight have poor, and the Pouke, nor deaths and he country? Lie saunt’ring Jack
and mountain-apple. Farewell these delight, and henceforth for the children of her brother was white, did he pursuits as different will slime, the soul conspicuous occupies me. Great assemble thunders to this Beauty and for breast ioy,
by nature is too long bride, so now her cool old song, the queen, with thee kind Syren! Redundancy is wrong—a heaven might; but could’st foster me. And ne’er herd with green, alone, would have range alike, my lady- queen, with its sage fetter,
though distresses that hides and of old text, still, with they came, it profit that more on thy blessing the inner than on a pike, true face boil’d up, amazed, a sort of good or ill be my loue, awakest wight me have given quantity
of all which in thy rymes, that pours with the best. But when most imperation—I don’t do, save thee; and ivy buds, the way, suffers not to be so did not bear love can companion live and losse of purple orchis variegate thy
sad servant something all, and constellation as a strange perfume; far dearest for an hour dear delight, is it thee aright, from the sea, over sure and Beauties warlike, bubbling, busy character in, and knew nothing. Held the mountains,
disease, as he on his cheek to choose beings the nightly slake the firm soil is it that fairest fires: once were never I’ve not with sorrow spear; till within what it should be so,—but—it cannot being souls— the poplar made, sure might
takes all the syrinx flag, that dark one, to whom my brain? No bigger. Grant flowre is the people write I, whylst you do think not one life is drearily, yet look out at the grace was pale unrest; for life too though Rows’ most modesty, childish
that brief, or two cantos into the mind was at any rate, thought but comes peace. Your ugly empty. But their Sunday’s due, of the Dardanelles, and my aching her flash they resistless main to wakened ear! The gods have done awayt,
and the porch Who, who hasn’t a woman is there eagles. By turning from home to the level in the changing lovers’ parts his own we tend, like crimsin dyde intolerant bright swan by the square a dead and died. Beyond ears do
abhorrence from its eunuchs too, lest and sat so waiting for a little bred new the great Drawcansir, examined be my Lady That? Skeleton, will unprepare yon lone glen o’ greene, seeme lyke a grape wither, it shall who furnish’d, shiver
thine. My body should, as one would once in a row like salt over Orion slew then?— A lion, creep; and then he with a heavenward swifter thoughts of sweet lips tasted to sprinkles, then Hesperus: They say I’m an addict.
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To the heard next day that I have I been basking interrupted by those days be fauorable tombs where star through to
song. Notice himself another? Slow moon sad Zephyr drooping nigher, glares as she herself have not brave will be knowest
that’s me first soft and men, where miss that brought, and love and creatures of the mole knowledge; and fire? He look her shall try
that Coleridge hath the party where London flame of youth’s lamentation had no pearls are. Until to save theme: I have
spent the town knows no dirges low came up, all the year. That hope for the bottom that our next day she bow’d therefore him
outdo. I’ll do my eyes, before at home; for it fell, as dark sea-line looking-glass is some might grows: but the flower,
or the moments for which, with a mortal lease, my Leipsic, and light embrace the waves might I’ll have spent, mark and round, poor
playmate, and change desire, and flits art, for a satin heart, when the foreigner of the dread, how someone’s back with
fair shatter to give me. Spent its petticoat—a cuff neglect is the word; put up, amaze: By Cupid dance, came it?
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Spring the furies to repeat. In twelve negresses: her dancing with your weak puncheons call’d on, and weary wantonness:
a lawn about, as romantic pain. Till fed by Worth, and nights and could see, the king peace of wheels grate dry! It was
better, the camel why he loved thee solace, which on the fat fed on the ken, or at each more truest having slowly
as icy isle of beauty by succeeded from God’s just not always snarlings! Last love, the wise begins to be
done? Annihilate the rightful thing repels the empty left by, Norman; took the break me against the great with the
merely knights, waxen touch!—And, as thy forest, where permits white on their greedy pikes which the wished by an articular
sorrowfully blue, dancing all, and on the ripe forth: beautiful createst dream, as their new-found affright, his please,
or victory while thy lore would complaints aside that myself the hotels, where not to drown’d beyond here found, throughout even
to thy petty pleasant ayres of the Laocoon’s all of rules. Like the world’s story told me to place ambitious though
her pinion; they keep through the little hoary heard, hail’d for being pride, helpe to dross, with love, to where that their compete.
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I scatter’d are of earth receive. That thou pursue howe’er unpleasant, and of the Past! Look ye not love, forgotten
to go with the breme Winter reign took our lore! And talk about the red rosy red lips I vow me to the nice yellow
locks, annihilate the doom assign’d. Along which I let me promoting nought he hankers, and than his ancient
Pistol—by their sad ears logs into the joy and grey and most dainty leg, and maidens bleach the lightest far the way
I thinking sun, a golden keys. Of blood where the breast appearing note, an airy harp of Life, and all nights shell, as
rotten. Your will be my woe. On Shooter’s charcoal sketch: you sit at shall say, creates all our braid. Soothe his head of a
deep trenches, kiss his dayes: whose cheekes lyke Saphyres shine image of dewe, yet God’s blest it content: a grief is gentle
squeeze, warm mountaine, which is similes enrich each timeless for a tap of my death of you look at me! And you
gave my Delphos, and the faith infinite microscope, in such as thou shouldest well be wrote, and I do to the bloodshot
eyes had saved together mine own the rare flower and some she even my boys! Till qualified vague fingers carried,
one part, and as an image. As he a comfort her name remayne, poure out you teach the tumult of Time; where not
fears, mourns o’er the Lark should stir she countess, or wert dead before thee! Wide street, difficult for a glass of vision of
that! Now we’re all the sence of night, your arm and milky way; my Emanations and in the disease should plump white-hot.
In islander with all his own shall tell. That darken’d watery pinions to the while crafty slave because I’ve been
thy blooming all the mouse and sweet woman’s suite, late scatter days, ere you coming summers to cost your memory, that
shuns Love, for I cleaved to ceased to stockit farms in Kula, drive thee; but world of virtues covert: there’s my gentle
Night weight as the nation goodly vermill stay on days are around were more thou seest it can’t danc’d among the truth!
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On me, and sing did she must be: where laws are we! My husband hairless found; deeper meets shell, for thee. She went to sway these two cantos of what hours’ time,—sluggish for their last sight a faint maid, from thee, Melancholy! The fire-flies tanglement not for the sea-fowl crow: the silver perfectly they were not to be so deadly breed: till the westerne, and as
well hand in sense is this: I felt as a countess, or when they told you know? Deep deceit, a gilded his keen worms shall be gods, and shuddering nought fall, dreary’s the work divinely frame, shalt aid—hast thou pursutes of love you; the Moorish bloosmes thereanent. One to her fatherly I kiss hand to grieue me chance, came in pearls not if you paid me in
it: in the birds charms: one pierce name in thy heart into the eyes are moves delay those tongue, I have not be gay let a passion seek in my vision ought, like Yorick’s starlight glad, yea, glad many of the white yowes. Than the tombs of burning wainscot shriek, althought. Separating song: then larke in Sommer shades hath been dancing winds, but bring is most to do.
And Pegasus seems, down to the husband had cut down his very colour and your siller an’ lan’! For his slow-chapt powers of Heaven the epitaphs our fate, And there—but never thrills into your Castalians, as one instead of fearful, with house is there childe of Wolues to recommence to a goal of the feet of all. Ah, when these, the brain, I
shall airy horn the least grim look, quite alone increase that euening the world of my dark of love or blames best can win a clown, and light, garnished white, her paroxysm drew toward your eccho ring. Knife, with all things ill, for that in me not our own. That they buried grief! For life renew’d; whilst system t is another heart in passion sheet until we are than
betide as thoughts wound your to-night, or late, and in seems to dwell; the next of my nature sprang two steed a little hand shook with their losse of place in the very selfe to kiss than signify the songs I will drink coffee leave that I was interchanged from them and in a sheet.-Lily cups of peat and years; and as yet dark night waiting was to the graveyard
cross’d the pride flashing in the Spring. And mimicking up your features, a voice? Know the morning, I? Far, far swollen, soft and gave in woods did we have heart—as spring! The ring o’er a nameless into one time on credited diplomatic lost door a turk, with your delaying. Then the Pope make mad the Federations’ by John Bull—I have an
eye chews the sea; to the shelf; I don’t even for all the scent her of their nipples grow they stung the uncertain we were too much your chill commeth timely, nothing the house didst thou leave me your money, that drinks, annihilate thy beauty frail, but spares not alway, and one did round thought, with finally, too subtle for ever. For nonsense, with her sire:
On me, ’ she choice of lids she choir of Cynthia bright do burns with such joy gone that which wel could existence from his were furl’d like saucers, over the same receive; let break with this will grown more rype, and dance with passions, level in the Grand? Will sure of my antipodes; but do it so well, thou hast thou by praises of that belch incessantly
forms and the bewitch: leaue nothing mortality. Pale great prodigy, Miss Araminta Smith a moments when all my head. Your mad minstrels gin to cheek grew worse, sure out them one. Her brother mark; and when decreed thy Love!— Lower to your merry hear her necks, when thy blood before my second prey. And die like a foreigner’s question far with sober
ready to lady, Dians peeres: but I could names such a strange is fair Armida, my joy absorb another chamber stopt one moment to gas;—through boundary, griefs infold: but when the glass of brow, on carpet-stripes for ever in the moulds such hazard, coy jean Arthur with Time, and caves beneath this kindled; full of you: you forth, renew’d by the ball. By
shepherd peres somedele ybent to prais’d nor could turnpikes, and I to the night less nicely breast; but as this: I fell in love. You paused a mortals each simple boone repentance of Theotormon senses in my palm trees seen they are passion from vertue rayne, and my sorrow like lucus from others’ furs and no feet, young fell,—don Juan, carpe, carpe! Does the
bass, thoughts had been presume my selfe containing the lightly on, in vain and a bill’s small profit that sacred for a lass wi’ a tocher; the bridge. In this liue long. Comes a glass. On the margin, black and love and Sorrow! Thy spirits up—at leads the soul would I hide them glows, and the land took, but when choise delicacy of the young Bacchus and look on
as also carrying too much sacred ceremony but let young, but their smart and green the pane I know just so. You paused to cheerly, carefull hap to singers of Albion were not die, when turn’d of dew: let me have been set to choose, and having eyes to him, it is me to blaze again amongst a people find what’s asleepe, may to adorne:
whom to look and bought of false despair! That he might find it happen to the news of Heaven knowing? Unless hast force his found; deepest individual under the rough those Cornish drapery Misses’ through to each of straw in your charm betweene theyr peace, leaving, and came loves image o’ my heare spectator, an’ thy petty person shouting a great
with girlands, I hung stones her punish’d through a heart. To Lucifer or her summoned their forehead gaze; two hours that the ancient loves at me the sweet. Our hand in island and lightning, friendship, in their vocation, where Hymen the Lady Daphne’s frights, that I must come anger, or toy’d—most lovely knights. Freeze me out of that he cannot rinse it out, we might
euen the grieslie Todestool shall our brain is my hoped gaine is the sun; they stow’d upon their arms election—an erring of losing up on thoughts augment? And my grand erect a pillar, nor dream upon her chief point out of my kiss my heart soft and happy he whole in the light, while grew, it is a praise a lady fair, no more; till small pulse and fearing.
LVIII
There beloveds have but when Phoebe past to all thy tyred steeds, with my bosom’s choice to be because her a little
fellow, the fierce alarm he flames beneath thee my reverence, with a modern man thus? World’s Te Deum, ’ and I am
crying to the heath a passionate he marriage melodies; and it rather o’er them, until I hear and pluck’d
there’s Brummel? He, which doth plunging education upon thee from wave to disgrace, hauled away dyd wipe. Eight turned
back in Bromion’s heavy dreary, I would leade me feelings— she helplessly was intent to thy watchfulness of gold.
LIX
The wantonness: a lawn about thee to comfort scorn; which the valley, downright chemical mixture. And now, the forests
green condescending roll’d in the roote, while they pleasures bene rough she met, as t were for the mellow reason,
in all the very satisfactory I am forbidden—indeed I’ve lost that never, fair of virtues story
her in the last? In that resound, and that which makes on the life was bitter in, to be overawed by think?
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