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I'll never be able to stop thinking about how fucking horrifying the whole Baskerville situation is for the Glens.
Like, there's this one panel with baby Gil smiling at baby Vincent because he just got the golden lights and now he knows there's a place for them, but he doesn't know it's not for them, it's just for him.
So he takes his little brother to what would have been his execution grounds.
And it was probably the exact same way for Oswald and Lacie. Two siblings who loved each other, who had only each other to rely on, and when they finally find a place that will accept them it's under the condition that "Glen" kills "the Child of Misfortune". And they can't even refuse.
Even when they're not related, when it's just a stranger, how could they stand knowing there's someone being raised alongside them just so they can execute them one day? How did they not snap?
(Though I guess one of them might have, since one of the Juries talked about a story that "ended with the previous Glen". Good for them.)
#pandora hearts#ph thoughts#ph spoilers#juries die by my blade#this is probably why levi was Like That#detached#cruel#*amused* at his world being a story#maybe that's just what happens when you're raised to kill someone you care for for the greater good#you start experimenting on people
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☆ you sow; & thus you shall reap what you are owed
{☆} characters tsaritsa {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings blood, violence {☆} word count 0.8k
You are dying.
Gold melts into the dirt, bleeds into the very earth that you'd molded by your own hands – a familiarity you do not understand the source of – you know it to be true, yet you do not remember it as Teyvat does. It weeps, in turn, for the way you bleed upon it, the way your lungs strain for breath.
It is fury and sorrow and fear and hatred so raw that your mind buckles.
You will die.
"A dying godling and its judge, it's jury – it's executioners," The voice is hollow and cold, sweeps across your broken body like the first chill of winter, "Archons who saw themselves Gods, now brought to heel by their own hubris."
A cold hand upon your cheek, the brush of a thumb across your lip, the gentle caress of cold across your skin. You know her – you don't remember, you shouldn't recognize her but you do – and she knows you. The cold beckons and you follow, let her kindness settle in the hollow space of your chest. You want to speak, to cry and scream and rage, let the world burn around you in a fit of flames so hot even she cannot contain it – but she silences you, quiets the anger seeping into your blood, quiets Teyvat itself.
"Do not speak, little godling. Guide my hand," She is cold; her hands are not gentle, yet it is bliss compared to the callous, cruel hands that have shattered you. She is cruel and cold and brutal but she is love in the way she kisses the crown of your head. She is love in the way she is the bulwark between you and the world that has scorned you – she is fury in the way she brings them to their knees. "And I shall enact judgement most divine."
They will pray for forgiveness, and they shall find themselves wanting.
"It wasn't our fault!" They cry, but you cannot recognize the voice – it breaks and cracks like glass. "They were too human. How were we meant to know? We– we thought they were.."
Silence.
You watch your judge – the executioner, the blade that shall carve their sins into the very marrow of Teyvat, stand above you like death. As cold as winter and just as brutal. Your temple has been painted in the gold of your divine blood, and she shall complete the masterpiece with their own. The Archons shall become the grandest art in the world – this temple the canvas, their blood the paint and their bodies the palette. The cold that cuts sinew cradles you – it sings to you, whispers sweetly in your ear and carves bone from body in the same breath. The cold presses it's lips to your wrist and it cradles a heart within it's palm – judges them and finds them guilty.
It is her spear that rests between their ribs, her sword that dissects and her dagger that carves – the cold devours.
In the breadth of this divine sanctuary, the Archons dwindle. They become the pieces of a divine work of art, they bleed and bend and break upon her hands. She shakes the heavens and carves mortality into the bones of the divine – your word is Law, and you weave their deaths into the roots of Teyvat itself.
They shall know of their grand folly in every moment henceforth and longer still and they shall weep.
And as the curtain falls, as the world crumbles beneath fist and blade, she cradles your face between hands too cold – as gentle as a shard of ice between your ribs, as brutal as the kiss of gentle snowfall. The world buckles at the loss of six, but she alone does not allow it to break – you will have to mend the wounds of the world when you are well, but today you weep and Teyvat weeps with you.
And alone, the cold remains.
Stone has eroded, the wind has ceased, the flames have been extinguished, the storm has been silenced, the forests have gone quiet and the seas go still.
But the cold remains, bathed in gold.
It wraps you in thick furs, cradles you against the winter storm that brews beneath a veneer of composure. It brings you home – lets the world settle into a stillness and silence that inspires only dread and still she presses a kiss to your brow.
It is cold, but there has never been something so warm.
Where hands have broken you, she drapes you in furs, wipes away the thick gold that clings to your skin. She pieces you back together where you have been shattered, reshapes you where you have been bent – makes of you something new. Not a god and not a mortal but something wedged between them.
But you are yourself.
And you are where you belong.
They shall put you back together and you shall know only the worship worthy of the divine. They shall carve this world into your image, tear out and burn away the rot that festers.
All you need to do is say the word and they shall be your tools to make this world your own.
One word and those who wronged you shall burn, too.
Just one word. That's all it takes, and they shall take away your pain.
#sagau#genshin sagau#self aware genshin#genshin impact sagau#self aware genshin impact#fic tag#genshin cult au#genshin impact cult au#tsaritsa#“eros you left for a month again” yeah.................#anyway. posts tsaritsa fic and leaves#i kept it kinda vague but the fatui are all on your side. whether or not your actually the creator or not though..#now thats up for debate.#did they tamper w teyvat to kill the archons? to break the world to be remade in whatever image they see fit?#using you as the means of their end?#maybe you are the creator and they just saw an opportunity. maybe they are just devoted to you.#i just think lowkey villain au but specifically imposter au where the only ones who side w u r the fatui like OUGH#i love the fatui. them being the only ones 2 side w u is so tasty#prime material for angst bc the self doubt if the only ppl who believe u r the “villains”#a lot of this is just like. tsaritsa posting again though#the tsaritsa who loves so deeply yet cannot love#contradictions all the way down#she loves you but she cannot love you.#she loves you but she will put a dagger between your ribs. she loves you but she is incapable of love#tsaritsa the woman that u r ough#harbingers and their complex relations 2 love my beloved#smth smth tsaritsa seeing an opportunity to install a puppet “creator” which creates a separate imposter!au when the actual creator pops in#did i write this just 2 write tsaritsa being vague and Weird and horrifying and a horror and a lover and just a woman and#yeah :]#please talk 2 me abt the tsaritsa pleas epleas pleas eplease please please please p[lease please pleas
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Part IX: if this is the path I must trudge. I'll welcome my sentence, give you my penance, jailer, jury and judge. - "Her sweet kiss"
Pairing: Astarion x Reader. This is set in Act I.
Tags: fluff I guess ....lots of talking.
Part I. Crowned light moon of mine - I found you too soon
Part II : Lace your heart with mine Let your sleeping soul take flight
Part III : maybe tonight I'll rest in peace.
Part IV : There is more to do and I still want to live.
Part V : our futures bound, our bodies known.
Part VI: These ain't my sins. I broke my chains.
Part VII: You are not mine and am I truly yours.
Part VIII : Your blood like wine, invites me in.
Part X : I can't go yet, don't let me die
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After the long rest, starting from camp, into battle, Astarion was always around you. "Hello beautiful", "yes my sweet" ..."I did miss that face" .... Whether you were by yourself or with others, he seemed to be where you were. Sitting with his arms around your shoulders during the short rests. Bringing an extra piece of camp supply during supper.
It was all very... unsettling.
He wouldn't leave your side during combat. Nor after. After a while, it was becoming very obvious to everyone. You felt a knot in your stomach dreading the time you would have to confront others about his erratic behavior. Especially... shadowheart. Dammit. You should have had a chat with him. You felt angry.
You let yourself be swayed by lust ...
You were oiling you weapon at camp when Karlach approached you. "What's going on with Astarion?". You braced yourself, for the inevitable. "He seems...
infatuated with you! Because we thought he was enamored with... Her..." She gestured quietly towards Shadowheart a bit away.
You paused what you were doing.
But you dared not look her in the eye. Karlach was trying to look out for you. You knew. So why did you feel like the villain here. "Karlach....I ..." You started. Racking your brain... "You see..." Your pulse quickened. As your hands were trembled, you dropped the bottle of oil in your hand, and while trying to catch it, you cut yourself on your blade.
Blood...
"What's wrong, my love!! Are you alright?!" Astarion came running towards you. He knelt down to look at the wound. That's dangerous you thought....blood in front of Astarion....you couldn't predict what he would do! His alarming voice had attracted the folks nearby who all looked at you now. Your heart was racing.
Shadowheart was looking your way.
You dropped your head down and quickly tended to your wound. "Let me see, my sweet". Astarion took you hand. "No. Astarion....not now. " You withdrew. Everyone was looking at you. Expecting an explanation or so you thought. Were you just guilty? Perhaps they were just concerned ...
"Enough. What's going on with you two"
Karlach now demanded. Her arms crossed, frowning. "If there is something the party should know ...maybe you should let us, your friends know, " her voice softened. "Don't you think". You felt your tears coming up again. You felt a traitor to them. You clenched your hands right. Do you...tell them? That you ...that you love him?
Astarion stood up.
"Well, there is no easy way to do this. It was bound to happen sooner rather than later. This is as good a time as any. I... I have a secret. That I have been keeping from all of you. You see...I'm a ...vampire" Silence...you couldn't see their faces. You didn't know how they took it. But in that instant, you felt, grateful to Astarion. He took the worst of it for you.
You admired his bravery.
Knowing full well, he could be killed right there. "A vampire among us!!" Laezel was the first to break the silence. "But of course, the signs were all there" followed Gale. "I never thought I would see the day!! " Chimed Wyll. They took it surprisingly well, you thought to yourself, still looking at the ground.
"I better not wake up with holes in my neck"
Seemed to be the next thing everyone was eager to clarify. Shadowheart was the only one quiet. "Well ...that was quite the revelation. And I personally don't care what you are, Astarion. I am not afraid of you". Said Karlach, her voice reassuring. "But what I am most curious to know, is what our leader thinks of having you in our party".
You could feel all eyes on you.
"What do you think, captain?" She asked.
Suddenly, you remembered who you were, to these people gathered around....you felt your heart settle. Your pulse quieten. Your strength returned. They were all looking at you...for guidance. You promised to lead them to salvation after all. Yes, that's what you were...to them.
You stood up and faced them.
But before you could say anything... Astarion cut you off. "Oh....she knows. She was the first person....that I confessed to. And...for the record, it was me...who asked her to keep it a secret. Because...I was afraid...of well ...torches and pitchforks....you know, the usual" he tried to make light of his fear.
"You have known about it?!"
Everyone was surprised. All eyes were on you again. But you didn't care. You stood in your power. You authority was granted to you by them. "I have. And I did indeed to keep his secret. Because he promised me, he would never hurt any of you. And I think it's safe to say, he is a man of his word". You looked at him. He was shaken, scared...but he wouldn't admit it. "I decided that he can travel with us, provided he kept his fangs to himself. Only feed on animals, or bandits. Or ask ... Before he bit us".
You wanted to lend him your strength.
He shall receive sanctuary through your authority. You nodded at him. He let out a sigh. Of relief. "Thank you. All of you...and yes I promise. I shall not hurt any of you...without asking.". You looked at everyone. They seemed, relieved too. The initial shock had subsided. "Captain has been gracious enough to allow me to feed on her when I really needed it. "
What?
You flipped your head back at him. You fool! What have you done! You told them. You heard them gasp, audibly! "Is that why you have been so tired every now and then?! " Asked Gale. Perceptive. You grimaced, looking away. If only looks could kill, you gave Astarion a hard stare and turned to face them. "I can't ...turn someone away if they need my help". You said, honestly.
"So...." Shadowheart spoke for the first time....
"So....You have been laying with me, but going to captain....for ....blood" everyone perhaps anticipated this. You looked away. You hated yourself for having facilitated that. It wasn't entirely your doing, but you felt a traitor all the same. Your heart raced again. That dread, that knot in your chest...came back.
She turned and left.
You looked at Astarion. Shocked and fixed in his spot. What did he think would happen. "Don't you need to go after her?" You asked, annoyed. He didn't look at you..hesitating. Then slowly left to follow her.
What a mess.
Part X : I can't go yet don't let me die
#astarion romance#astarion x reader#astarion x tav#astarion bg3#astarion angst#baldurs gate 3#fanfic#fluff#vampire#astarion fanfic
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ACCOUNT LORE
OOC- So I had somebody ask for a post on the lore of my page. This page's lore is also the same on @johnnycakescore 's page. Everything is the same in the start, Johnny Dal and Pony go to the drive in Dal annoys Cherry, Pony gets hit by Darry, Johnny and Pony get jumped by Socs and Johnny kills Bob. Johnny and Pony go to Dal for help then run off to hide same place and all. Dal comes by they go eat come back Church is burning down, they run in to save the kids Johnny is badly hurt Dal's arm gets burned, all the same so far. After the rumble Pony and Dallas go to see Johnny in the Hospital where Johnny isn't doing good, Johnny 'dies' and Dallas runs off. Pony goes home and tells everybody Johnny is dead. They get the phone call that Dally is in trouble and go to meet him in the park where he is shot, Darry notices that Dallas is still breathing and yells at the cops and the others to help bring him to the hospital. The cops don't really care one bit about this seeing as Dallas has always been a problem for them so they let the gang take Dal to the hospital thinking he'll just die there. Dallas gets stabilized in the hospital and then they find out while Dallas is still out cold that Johnny is alive, his heart had stopped but the hospital staff were able to use a defibrillator to bring him back and stabilize him. When Dallas wakes up he freaks out thinking Johnny is still dead and begging for them to just let him die until Soda tells him Johnny is alive. Dallas once again freaks out but this time about seeing Johnny. The hospital staff move Dallas and Johnny into a room together (Double bed set up room). Dallas is able to leave the hospital faster than Johnny. Dallas now deals with some pain in the areas where he was shot (Nerve damage and he now has some chronic pain but it isn't extreme don't think Doctor House). While in the hospital Johnny defies everything and is able to slowly gain his ability to walk again. Johnny now uses a cane from time to time and also deals with chronic pain (Worse than Dally's). Once let out of the hospital Johnny is taken to court on murder charges and Pony is given charges on being an accomplice, Pony's charges are dropped after some Socs who jumped them step up and say he was unconscious. Dallas tries to get the Judge to transfer any charges on Johnny to him saying that he was the one who taught Johnny to fight, given him the blade, and told him to use it if needed. The judge does not listen to Dallas. The jury gives the verdict that Johnny is innocent and only killed in self defense. Dallas is also brought to court but is given a mental evaluation and deemed to have been in a state akin to delirium due to his manic behavior so his charges are also dropped. Around this time is when Pony writes his paper 'The Outsiders' but he ends up changing some things because he felt the ending wasn't right and that his teacher would want more emotion and depth so he changed it so that Johnny and Dallas die in his story. The rest of the lore can be followed by looking at the rest of my page from Johnny and Dallas getting together to them getting married. Johnny would be 18 and Dallas would be 19 now giving us a two year time jump from the original events of The Outsiders. If anybody has any extra questions on the lore do feel free to ask, I love writing and talking about all of this! This idea came from me and @johnnycakescore and is original to us, yes we do know that other people have 'If they lived' AUs but this one is ours. Thanks for reading the lore!
#ask blog#ask me anything#the outsiders#the outsiders 1983#dallas winston#the outsiders dally#dally winston#johnny cade#the outsiders johnny#jally
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magnus and the assassin easily have some of the coldest lines in the history of ever. LIKE BRO????? also their song is on the top of my on repeat right now.
"I'm no murderer, I'm just a man. I'm the judge and jury and your case is in my hands."
"This wasn't part of my plan!"
"This was never your plan."
"I do not fear you."
"Then you are a fool. And you will die."
"Hold them all together while I make my way. This will be an orgy of death, throats will meet my blade."
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I know relatively little about warhammer - I'm far from a Lore-Nerd on it, but I think I can have a surface level conversation about it.
But I can't get this Idea out of my head, and I don't know how well it fits into the GrimDark setting of Warhammer 40k
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Kriegsmen have Hollow eyes, for it all they need to see to their duty - Die for The Emperor - at least, that is what some claim.
It would make sense - they are born to die, and they do it well.
At least, they usually are.
The base had been overrun with Orks, the greenskin having felled most others here.
The Krieger shuffled about, taking piece from broken vehicles and hurriedly riveting them together, pulling their mask off and using it's hose to finish their makeshift weapon - a Jury-rigged flamer.
The Orks closed in, chortling and laughing, slinging lead and insults, jeers and blades.
"Emperor I plead for your mercy ..."
One Ork entered the wrecked garage, spotting the small Human.
They were hardly an adult - not that the Ork knew, it was just an 'Umie to it - Pale, sallowed skin with yellowed teeth, and eye that were sunken in.
" ... For I'm not Dying Here."
Then Fire came. It roared, burning so bright the beige clothes of the Krieger seemed bleached to pure white, reflected in Full, Vicious eyes that refused death.
In seconds the Ork was immolated.
In Minutes, word spread of the Ash-Black 'uman with the Whitest of Fires spoutin' from their Dakka.
In hours, even long after the Krieger should have run out of Fuel, the fire raged on - The toughest, Deadliest human any Ork in the area saw, and they each knew every death fueled the Flamer just enough to kill another two.
In a day Orks flung themselves at the Krieger who Couldn't Die, swift from the Blood on their coat, Too tough to die from Dakka, and with Dakka of their own too white to survive, each one hoping to be the one to win such a fight - None could.
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So how'd I do? This any good? It's kind of an abrupt end, but I genuinely don't know where to go from there. Won't the Kriegsman get a name for doing something of this scale, or does it need to be bigger?
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The Untamed review: episode one!
"I wish I was still dead" LMAO WEI WUXIAN
"You you you!!!" "Me me me???"
Bro is getting his own backstory from this random guy
HOW DID HE DO THAT??!
Her husband just wants to be a part of the situation, leave him alone
BRO IS HAVING SO MUCH FUN, HE'S LITERALLY JUST BEEN REVIVED
The crowd just pointing and laughing
He's such an actor
*fake crying* "now return my things." *stops and looks at the crowd, then starts fake crying again*
BRO LITERALLY RAN CIRCLES AROUND HIM.
Taunting the guy, goddamn.
Lan Sizhui coming in clutch
Still an alcoholic in all forms lmaooo
THEFT BUT SO CASUAL
"RETURN IT OR I'LL HURT YOU!!"
What a sweetheart Lan Sizhui is
HAVING FLASHBACKS TO HIS BOYFRIEND
"I wasn't actually gonna huuurt himmm :("
Do it, give it to him, see what happens
HOW CAN HE PLAY SO WELL AFTER THIRTEEN YEARS??? WHAT IS HE EVEN PLAYING???
Lan Sizhui is also having flashbacks woah
"Yo, we've heard this before" "nah, bro, I ain't ever heard anything played that badly" Lan Jingyi you are this whole show already
I swear you can't play a blade of grass that well, no matter who you are
Shit getting real now
HE'S FERAL, PUT HIM DOWN
HOW IS IT HIM??? HE'S LITERALLY INSANE (allegedly)
Scratching his head like bro what am I doing here
"You deserve it" cackling
DON'T SLANDER MY BOYS
Wei Wuxian standing up for his sons already
Her husband's had enough of her as well, he's snapped
KILL HIM
PUT THEM BOTH DOWN
"Hang on a minute, you're calling my old friend with romantic tension?? Don't do that, I can fix this, I know I'm insane but-- SHIT-"
Bro's got gains
I love imagining actors acting this wacky shit out
"Ugh, he's not a ghost, get it right" Wei Wuxian, she literally knows nothing about this, leave her alone
"The fuck you laughing for, you psycho??" Lan Jingyi, you are my favourite
"Those aren't actually those guys" "how can you tell?" "They beat me with their right hands ☺️🤭"
Nobody's questioning how the lunatic knows this stuff though
DISTINGUISHED JUNIORS, MAY I DRAW YOUR ATTENTION TO THE TWITCHING LEFT ARM ON THE WOMAN RIGHT BEHIND YOU??? DO NONE OF YOU HAVE THE MIND TO TURN AROUND?
Bro tried to snatch his hair
"Guys, the evil thing is scared of talismans EVERYONE STRIP-" *proceed to tug off their outer robes in perfect unison*
Nice catch on behalf of the demon
Wei Wuxian is sooo plotting
"get up, whores, time to work"
AAAAHAHHHAAHHHHH
HE'S HERE
IT'S HIM
LAN WANGJI!!!!!!!!!!!!
You can't tease me like that and go back to the fight
Cool fight though
Wei Wuxian jury fucking flicked some shit
"I know that magic anywhere, it's my BOYFRIEND HIDE"
Lan Wangji literally ascended from nowhere like Jesus
AND HE STICKS THE LANDING
The way the juniors' faces all light up at the sight of him 😭
Those puppy dog eyes that Wei Wuxian is throwing at Lan Wangji are anything but straight
Nice hairpiece
I want a floating guqin that I can use to charm and get rid of evil things with :[
Stoooop "he's always dressed in white, like he's going to attend a funeral" AND THEN A CHEEKY GRIN
I just don't see how anyone could think they were ever straight
"Bitch give me that sword"
Wei Wuxian sneaking away
THE LOOK THAT LAN SIZHUI AND LAN JINGYI SHARE THEY HAVE ONE BRAIN CELL
"Maybe the Yiling Patriarch didn't die!" and Lan Wangji's look is literally 'don't tease me like that'
"Eyo, where's Mo Xuanyu gone?"
“Wei Ying is it really you?? 🥺🥺” LAN WANGJI'S INTERNAL MONOLOGUE IS KILLING ME
Who's the hottie with the fan and can he teach me some moves?
LITTLE APPLE, THE STAR OF MO DAO ZU SHI
Woooahhh, who could it be?
#four being a dumbass#Four's live review#i guess???#mo dao zu shi#cql#the untamed#the untamed spoilers#wei wuxian#mo xuanyu#lan jingyi#lan sizhui#lan wangji#little apple
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I Am A Little Addicted To The Incorrect Quote Maker.
Anyway. Twin Blades And Beskar (Lifeswap) AU?
Inquisitor: Well, aren’t you all a rag-tag group of adventurers with unclear goals and good hearts! Oh, let me guess: you’re out to save the galaxy! Kanan: Well, actually, that sounds like a pretty fair assessment. Sabine: More or less, I guess... Ahsoka: That sounds awesome! Let’s do that! Ezra: I’m new here, but I am open to the concept. Hera: I thought that’s what we were doing, guys, come on!
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Sabine: My aesthetic is "would be suspected of witchcraft by small town citizens."
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Ahsoka: Throw lamps at people who need to lighten up, and throw handles at someone who needs to get a grip. Kanan: Throw a refrigerator at someone who needs to chill. Sabine: Throw scissors at someone who needs to cut it out! Hera: Throw a clock at someone who needs to get with the times! Okadiah: Throw matches at someone who needs to get fired up! Ezra: Throw a brick at someone to kill them!
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Ahsoka, making coffee: This is going to fix everything.
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Sabine: Rules were made to be broken. Kanan: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken. Ahsoka: Uh, piñatas. Chopper: Glow sticks. Ezra: Karate boards. Hera: Spaghetti when you have a small pot. Sabine: Rules. Kanan:
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Ezra: I hope no one lowkey hates me. Ezra: Highkey hate me. Hate me with every fiber of your being. Ezra: Go big or go home.
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Chopper: Drink your school, stay in sleep, don't do milk, and get 8 hours of drugs.
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Hera: Just be yourself. Sabine: Really? Hera, I have one day to win over Ezra’s clan! Sabine: How long did it take for you guys to like me? Okadiah: Couple of weeks. Kanan: Six months. Chopper: Jury’s still out. Sabine: See Hera? ‘Just be yourself,’ what kind of garbage advice is that?!
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Okadiah: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the things you lost throughout your life. Ahsoka: It would be nice to have my sense of purpose back… Hera: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this. Ezra: My will to live! I haven't seen this in years. Kanan: I knew I lost that potential somewhere. Sabine: Mental stability, my old friend! Okadiah: Force, could you lighten up a little?
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Ezra: Of course I have a lot of pent-up rage, you fool! I've been the same height since I was twelve!
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Okadiah: If you got arrested what would be the charges? Ahsoka: Theft. Hera: Disturbing the peace. Kanan: Aggravated assault. Sabine: Arson. Ezra: All of the above. In that order, probably.
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Ezra: So, what’s Sabine's type? Kanan: Awkward, overprotective, oblivious, terrible sense of humor, Mandalorian. Ezra: Sounds kind of like me. Too bad she loathes me. Kanan: Did I mention oblivious? Ezra: Yeah, why? Kanan: Just making sure.
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Sabine: If I die, you can have what little I own. Ezra: Wait. What do you mean "if" you die? Sabine: My unending existence is fueled by pure spite, that of which the painful experiences of life have rendered me full. Ezra: Ezra: *Sighs* You need a therapist.
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Chopper: All of your existences are confusing. The Spectres: How so? Chopper: Your presence is annoying, but the thought of anything bad happening to any of you upsets me.
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Kanan: If you put 'violently' in front of anything to describe your action, it becomes funnier. Kanan: Violently pilots. Hera: Violently lightsaber trains. Ahsoka: Violently sleeps. Ezra: Violently murders people. Okadiah: Violently worries about the previous statement.
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Sabine: Sometimes I wonder if I’m hearing voices. Sabine: Then I remember that’s the last bit of sanity I have trying to get me to fall asleep at a reasonable time.
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*The squad's reaction to being told they're the chosen one* Hera: I will not let you down. Ahsoka: Sounds fun. Kanan: K. Sabine: Like kriff I am. Okadiah: Do I have to be? Ezra: Please manda I am so tired
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*after a perilous life-or-death escape/rescue* Sabine: Oh, gods, I could just kiss you right now. Ezra: ... Ezra: Neat. *later* Ezra, lying face down on his bunk: I said "Neat," Kanan. Who says neat? It's not neat to say neat but I said it anyways because I'm kriffing stupid. Kanan, reading a book: Don't beat yourself up too much, kid. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Did Oke ever tell you what I did when Hera confessed her love for me? Ezra: Didn't you thank her? Kanan: *closes the book and looks at the ceiling* I thanked her.
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Kanan: I have met some of the most insufferable people. But they also met me.
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Ezra: Capitalizing every word in a sentence is vomit inducing. Sabine: Enjoy Your Trip To Puke Land, Boy!
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Hera: I think my guardian angel drinks.
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Ezra: The only thing I'm guilty of is being adorable... ...and also assault with a deadly weapon.
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Sabine, at the slightest provocation: I came into this galaxy screaming and covered in someone else's blood and I'm not afraid to leave the same way.
#twin blades and beskar au#sabezra#incorrect quotes#jedi sabine wren#mandalorian ezra bridger#i am going to be so insufferable with this incorrect quote thing you have no idea
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I WAS BORN FROM LIQUID HATRED AN EXOSKELETON OF STEEL MY NERVES ARE CAUTERIZED I FEEL NO PAIN I AM YOUR NIGHTMARE AND IT'S FAR TOO REAL
I AM THE HAMMER I'LL BRING IT DOWN SO VILE I AM THE JURY I BLAST I AM THE HANGMAN I STRIKE THE DESPICABLE
I AM THE PRESENCE THAT YOU WILL NOT ENCHANT YOUR FINAL SIGHT IF YOU CROSS MY PATH I AM THE DEMON LORD SO LOWER YOUR GLANCE A RAZOR FRONT AND A BLADE IN BACK
I AM THE HAMMER HAMMER
BEAT IT DOWN CRUSH THE GRANITE I'M THE BEAST I'M THE PLANET
I CONSUME VIRGIN BLOOD I'M THE THUNDER I'M THE FLOOD
I AM THE KAISER I BRING FORTH THE RAZE UNQUALIFIED MUTANTS KINDLING FOR THE BLAZE
APOCALYPTIC FURY SEARED WITH SPITEFUL FLAME I'M A KILLING DEVICE AND YOU'LL DIE IF YOU THINK MY NAME
I'M THE HAMMER
I AM THE HAMMER I'LL BRING IT DOWN SO VILE I AM THE JURY I BLAST I AM THE HANGMAN I STRIKE THE DESPICABLE
YOU'LL TASTE MY POWER I'M THE DARKEST CREATION RESPECT THE WICKED IT'S MY FINAL DEMONSTRATION
I WILL BURN THE CASTLE DOWN PLAY THE VIOLIN IN YOUR BLOOD AS YOU SCREAM AND DROWN
I'LL BREATHE FIRE THROUGH YOUR LUNGS ALL WILL DIE AND KNOW I AM THE ONE
I AM THE KAISER I BRING FORTH THE RAZE UNQUALIFIED MUTANTS KINDLING FOR THE BLAZE
APOCALYPTIC FURY SEARED WITH SPITEFUL FLAME I'M A KILLING DEVICE AND YOU'LL DIE IF YOU THINK MY NAME
I'M THE HAMMER
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On a Rail episodes are next and I have SO much to say about those eps, those notes are gonna have more things to them but rn here's eps 15-22
Episode 15
“I last ate like, what? A day ago?” PLEASE EAT SOMETHING MY GUY
“Fucking hamdogs. That's racist.” He's worried about being racist to the literal aliens???
Casually picks up a shotgun off a dead security
“That is NOT a normal way to die!” The man violently ragdolled, that's definitely not normal
Episode 16
babygirl you've said fun 5 times too many
“I warned your kind what would happen if you jump me like that again.” I really don't think they can hear you
“A plain exposed door leading to where I need to be? Am I getting punked?” That door's always been there
“I wouldn't call 2 people a group.” What would you call them then?
“And by mental, I mean break down and cry.” I quote this way too much lmao
Episode 17
Logo change!!
Just, this whole beginning part. ‘Descent into madness schtick’
Just vent my man you need to </3
“The design for turning on the fan is balls.” It really is cause why is it under the fan blades??
“The amount of dead people in a single area may correlate to its significance. As dark as that may seem.” That is such a fucked up way at looking at it
“You know, I actually could go for a smoke right now.” Canonically smokes cigarettes (r.i.p man if the military doesn't get you)
“Now I have to look for scientists like they're lost 5 year olds. Fucking a.” He's a single mom 💔 (/j)
“They actually look pretty cute.” They're sleepy little puppy dogs ☹️
“Hopefully 2010 doesn't have me kickstarting the second apocalypse.” *que Half Life 2*
“But right now I am the judge, as well as jury, and executioner. With that in mind I hereby declare you all guilty!” He's losing it
Episode 18
“My autobiography isn't going to write itself.” THAT'S your biggest concern at the moment???
“Okay, fine, I'll do that. Since nobody would want to know what your condescending ass is here anyways.” YOU'RE BEING SUCH A DICK??
“I may not have the best sense of smell, but god this is rank.” ???
“I think they'd do well in the world of cinema.” For some reason I vaguely remember something about Mindrian wanting to be an actor or something. They should make a homemade movie together
“Jesus christ thats hot!” I hope fire is hot!
Episode 19
“I was originally gonna say that the guy who designed this ladder in particular should be fired. But that's a bit on the nose.” *ba dum tss*
“Guess I'm going the way of the radioactive road. Or the Seabird Street. The Transiuratic Turnpike. The Breckwell Boulevard.” I'm not putting all that bit here but you are saying a lot of things I do not understand (I also know I probably misspelled something)
“The n in fun stands for nuclear.” ??? that is not a saying my man
“That's uh… okay.” Again I just like the delivery he just, sounds small? you know?? Like shrinking down on yourself (I'm gonna shut up now)
Episode 20
“What are these? Cameras?” I have no clue what cameras you've seen but they do not look like cameras
“‘No smoking’? Thanks, I don't need any stress relief right now.” he's, such a dork sometimes
“Shame there's no rocket engine though.” I really don't think fire is effective against fire here
“Intruder spotter. *shoot* And subsequently eliminated.” God I hate him <3
“If you're really trying to kill me then try harder!” Don't hold your breath!
“I'm not taking your guns though, cause of blood and other bodily fluids.” But, the ammo that was also covered in that stuff is fine??
Episode 21
Give his ass a map please
I'm… not even going to attempt transcribing what he just said, boy I get it YOU'RE A SCIENTIST GOD DAMN
“Trauma doesn't have a beneficial impact on the human mind as far as I'm concerned.” Give him a therapist too, and a map
“Maybe I can stack dead aliens and use them as a ladder.” That's your first idea???
“Maintenance and pest control? I don't get paid nearly enough for this!” Well, you would if you didn't take a $150 bribe
Episode 22
“That's just a theory though.” A GAME- 💥 (The immediate explosion after makes me absolutely love this line cause man)
“I may have killed myself a while ago.” HEY?? 💔
“Anything to take down ‘The Free Man’ I suppose.” I cannot with him
“ Cut the bravado, you're not fooling anyone! It's just ME! I can HELP you! So either LISTEN TO ME, OR YOU'RE GOING TO-... going to… god damn it.” Anion when I fucking get you god damn
“I can't let you die. I won't let anyone else die, not again. Not now. Not ever. Please, listen to me.” ANION WHEN I FUCKING GET YOU
He ran for 5 seconds and he ran out of breath, fucking Alan Wake ass stamina
“TAKE IT ALL AND DIE!” oh my god
I don't know how to explain it, but there's like. A shift this episode? I don't know, this one and the On a Rail eps feel so different from the other episodes (in a good way)
The immediate laughter after killing something??? good for him
“The first act ends with not a climactic victory, but a somber progression.” God let him be happy
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“Fiery the angels fell, deep thunder rolled around their shores, burning with the fires of the orc”
Roy in Blade Runner, quote adapted from William Blake
I will burn.
This is what they say, when they cast their stones, burying those beneath the heavy, dreaded weight of their sins. When you die, you will die, you will burn; repent your sins. That is what they say. Repent your sins before you die, or you will burn.
I am already burning.
I am not dead, though it feels like I am. Perhaps if it happened, when it happened, it was not them. It was not theirs. It was mine. Blood may be thicker than water, but skin is not stronger than steel. Neither are souls, or hearts it seems.
I had no heart, just a blade only capable of cutting.
Now I have no mind either.
I don’t know if it happened, when it happened. The sun had cast its last glazy look about the sky and I was undressing, slipping on a pale purple robe in place of my school uniform, removing the wound of lipstick from my face. I must have touched my lips, once or twice, throughout the day, because the lipstick was smeared over my hands, like scars, probably when I was in the midst of listening to his rant.
A soft knock at the door, and in walks the executioner, here to deliver my sentence.
He’s dead.
The Earth fell out, crumbling beneath the weight of my steel blade. No grave could hold me, it would be no match for the flames that licked my burning shame.
If it happened, when it happened.
That doesn’t make sense, my robe isn’t purple.
Do I even own a robe?
You would think I would remember, watching it happen. You’d think that I would, watching the dawn turn to dusk, yellow and orange sent down to await my arrival, replaced by a cold, hollow loneliness of blue and black. Slowly, as the last sigh left his lips, you would think I would remember watching the reflection in his now lifeless eyes: those eyes that now face the inside of his grave.
Here’s the thing: I don’t. That’s the scary part. I can’t say I did it, because I don’t know if I did or not, and I don’t know which is worse: knowing or not knowing. Sometimes I think it would be easier to set my grave on fire now.
In church they told us the story of Cain who murdered his brother Abel. Instead of condemning him to eternity in hell, God forgave him. However, he cursed his ancestors, dooming his great-grandson to repeat his mistakes. Did I do the same? Did I sign an invisible contract when I wrote my passage? When I- if I...
Crucified, he was. Auckland’s Lamb of God that we will break bread over, symbolizing his bleeding, hollowed out body. He was a son, a brother, now a martyr. His funeral is on Friday. I cannot step foot in there, let the light of the stained glass windows spotlight me, cast a wine splattered glow over my face, body, hands. Will it be wine? Or is it something else?
It's not just the funeral, I am on death row, now and forever. Walking past the jury, pew, after pew, after pew, will become my trial. I will stand once a week, at the altar of the judge, silently begging for forgiveness. I will hold his blood in my hands, shackled to its leaden casket. I will hold it to my lips, and drink away my sins. Nothing will work though. I will drown in my own personal hell.
Knowing or not knowing, this is what I am left with. This is what controls me, what suffocates my soul. I am not dead, nor am I alive, not anymore. I died with him, and what is left in the hollowness between heaven and hell is a river of fear. I do not know what happened, I don’t know what is the truth, and neither do you.
The smoke calls me into the fire.
Lord forgive me.
#poets on tumblr#english literature#writers on tumblr#actually ocd#sinners#sin#intrusive thoughts#obsessive compulsive disorder#catholic guilt#guilty as sin?#biblical references
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Let's (re)Read The Dargon Reborn! Chapter 4: Shadows Sleeping
I'm on the very extreme end of the Kinsey scale and I'd still be down with a threesome with these two, which says a lot about my survival instinct. But this post isn't about the sexiest way to die, it's about The Wheel of Time, all fifteen books plus a variety of side content and dammit I try to spoil it all as much as possible. If that's going to be a problem, don't keep reading.
This chapter has a wolf icon because Perrin's diving straight into the wolf dream.
So you will give it up, then. It is the best thing for you. Come. Sit, and we will talk.”
Ishamael has noticed that the boys never do what he says, so he figures it's time to tell them to do the things that would be best for them so that they won't do them.
No, just kidding, that would be competent of him and he's still in crazy pants mode until he respawns. He's actually trying to cause Perrin to take up the Way of the Leaf in the hopes that in about fifteen minutes, when the Fades arrive, our boy will be too stupid to immediately reevaluate his philosophy and let the Shadow kill him.
Perrin had not realized the axe was there, had not felt the weight of it pulling at his belt. He ran a hand over the half-moon blade and the thick spike that balanced it. The steel felt—solid. More solid than anything else there. Maybe even more solid than he was himself.
All of this is a dire warning sign since we're in T'A'R, but since Perrin doesn't know that yet, we can hardly blame him for not appreciating that symbolism.
“At least have a drink with me. To years past and years to come. Here, you will see things more clearly after.” The cup the man pushed across the table had not been there a moment before. It shone bright silver, and dark, blood-red wine filled it to the brim.
While most of the Fair Folk stuff in WoT is of course covered by the Finn, I think that the stuff about eating and drinking may well be ancient memories of what dreamers can do in T'A'R.
A gilded helmet, worked like a lion’s head, sat on his head as if it belonged there. Gold leaf covered his ornately hammered breastplate, and gold-work embellished the plate and mail on his arms and legs. Only the axe at his side was plain. A voice—his own—whispered in his mind that he would take it over any other weapon, had carried it a thousand times, in a hundred battles. No! He wanted to take it off, throw it away. I can’t!
Perrin's mistake is in thinking his situation is such that it's only a dream. I'm pretty sure it's Lanfear he's hearing, not himself, and that Lanfear has no more knowledge of Perrin's other lives than anyone else.
“Yes,” he whispered. Inside him, startlement fought with acceptance. He had no use for glory. But when she said it, he wanted nothing else.
Let the record show: When Perrin laments that Rand is better at girls than he is, the fact that Rand doesn't immediately turn into a glory hound at Lanfear's demand proves Perrin right. The jury is still out on where Mat fits into the rankings.
“You don’t know the half of what you are. Of what you can be. Come, share a cup with me, to destiny and glory.” There was a shining silver cup in her hand, filled with blood-red wine. “Drink.”
Pretty rare to see Ishamael and Lanfear on the same page. I'm not sure if she's only accidentally mimicking him or if they're working together for the same general purpose of pulling Perrin away from Rand (Mat, being further away and tainted besides, needs no special attention). Obviously even if they're working together Lanfear wants to screw over Ishamael as soon as possible, it's her nature.
Everywhere he looked, left and right, up or down, were more bridges, more spires, and railless ramps. There seemed no end to them, no pattern. Worse, some of those ramps climbed to spire tops that had to be directly above the ones they had left.
Some suggest that this is either the Ways in T'A'R or a memory thereof, but I think it's just convergent evolution and that Lanfear's gone to a dream shard the Forsaken made, unaware that Perrin's got the skills to follow her through.
On a bridge slightly below him, and much closer than the ramp where the woman had been, a man suddenly appeared, tall and dark and slender, the silver in his black hair giving him a distinguished look, his dark green coat thickly embroidered with golden leaves.
This is Rahvin, for the record.
Another man started across the bridge from the other side, his appearance as sudden as the first man’s. Black stripes ran down the puffy sleeves of his red coat, and pale lace hung thick at his collar and cuffs.
And Be'lal.
The first two men stood side by side, now, made uncomfortable allies by the presence of the newcomer. He shouted at them and shook his fist, while they shifted uneasily, refusing to meet his glares. If the two hated each other, they feared him more.
Considering Rahvin's raw strength and Be'lal's skills at subterfuge, their abject terror of Ishamael is pretty interesting. Are they only afraid of the modern him, stark raving mad from centuries of isolation, or was this how they would have responded to him in the Age of Legends as well?
A prickling in the hair on the back of his neck made him look up. On a ramp above him and to the right, a shaggy gray wolf stood looking at him.
Naturally this freaks Perrin the fuck out even though it's likely that the only reason he didn't die in the fireball Ishamael made was that the wolves "just a weave"-d it.
(Also: Hi Hopper! Who's a good boy?)
A sword, hanging hilt down in the air, apparently without support, seemingly where anyone could reach out and take it. It revolved slowly, as if some breath of air caught it. Yet it was not really a sword.
I beg you to remember that Callandor, no matter how many times Rand misuses it along the way, is not a weapon. It's not really a sword. It's a trap.
Callandor. Who wields me wields destiny. Take me, and begin the final journey.
Is Callandor just calling to anyone who can find it in T'A'R? Is it programmed to respond to ta'veren who find it there enough times because no one foresaw Mat and Perrin's existence? Of course not. Perrin is now pushing his way into a dream meant for Rand, same way he pushed his way into that private conversation. No wonder our other boy is so impatient, putting up with months of manipulation by the shadow.
The thought was clear in his head, but the thought was not his own. The Twisted Ones come, brother.
And of course, the Shadow descends to cause chaos while it's trying to keep Rand busy, to maximize his despair, and immediately after trying to get Perrin to become a pacifist, to minimize his response against them.
Unfortunately (or rather, fortunately), they have no idea how to talk to Third Agers so none of their schemes fully work out.
Next time: The Twisted Ones!
#let's read#wheel of time#wot#robert jordan#wheel of time spoilers#wot spoilers#perrin aybara#ishamael#lanfear#rahvin#be'lal#hopper
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Focus or Fall: Juri’s Unforgiving Standards
Synopsis: Itadori's usual enthusiasm falters during a harsh training session with Juri, whose unforgiving nature is tested by his distracted and sloppy performance. Frustrated, Juri ruthlessly calls out his weakness, leaving him bruised both physically and emotionally. As the tension between them escalates, Gojo steps in, reminding Itadori of the high expectations Juri holds for him. Encouraged by Gojo's words, Itadori resolves to focus and prove his worth, knowing he can’t afford any more missteps under Juri’s relentless gaze.
Today Itadori showed up for his training session with Juri, but something was off. His usual enthusiasm seemed dulled, and his focus, sharp as it always was, wavered in every exchange. Juri, who never missed a beat, noticed immediately.
They had barely begun when she caught him hesitating. His punches were sluggish, his footwork clumsy, and it didn’t take long for him to start getting tossed around like a rag doll. Juri, in contrast, was relentless—kicking, dodging, and countering with her usual speed and precision.
But today, it wasn’t fun for her. Today, Itadori was sloppy.
With a hard kick to his stomach, Juri sent him sprawling across the training mat. “What the hell, kid?!” she snapped, her voice sharp with irritation. “You’re fighting like you’ve never done this before.”
Itadori groaned, pushing himself up on his elbows. “Sorry, I’m just... distracted.”
Juri’s eyes narrowed dangerously, her left eye glowing faintly with cursed energy as she stepped closer. “Distracted? Distracted?” She crouched down, grabbing the front of his shirt and yanking him up so that their faces were inches apart. “Do you think curses are gonna give a damn if you’re ‘distracted’ when you’re fighting for your life? Huh?”
Itadori’s heart raced as he looked into Juri’s cold, piercing gaze. He could feel the crackling energy radiating off of her, the threat in her voice all too real. “N-No... I know...”
“Then start acting like it!” she growled, shoving him back down onto the mat. “I don’t have time to waste on you if you’re not taking this seriously. You’re getting knocked around like you’re some rookie. Do I need to remind you who you’re up against?”
Itadori clenched his fists, feeling the weight of her words. He knew she was right, but his mind was still swirling with thoughts from the previous night—thoughts of her. It was messing with his focus, and now she was furious.
Juri stood over him, arms crossed, her gaze unrelenting. “If you keep this up, I swear I’ll make this training session hell. Worse than anything I’ve done to you before. You’ll beg for a real fight by the time I’m done with you.”
Itadori’s eyes widened slightly. He knew she wasn’t bluffing. Juri never bluffed. The last thing he wanted was to face her wrath when she was truly pissed off.
“I get it,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck as he stood back up. “I’ll focus. I’ll do better.”
“You’d better,” she said coldly, stepping back and settling into her fighting stance again. “Because next time you drop your guard, I’m not holding back.”
They resumed their sparring, but the tension between them was palpable. Every time Itadori hesitated or made a mistake, Juri punished him with swift, brutal strikes. Her movements were like lightning—impossible to predict, impossible to counter. He couldn’t keep up. And every time he hit the mat, her frustration grew.
Finally, after knocking him down for what felt like the hundredth time, Juri stopped, glaring down at him with clenched fists. “You’re wasting my time,” she snarled. “You think this is a game? Do you want to die? Because if you keep this up in a real fight, that’s exactly what’s going to happen.”
Itadori winced, wiping blood from his lip as he sat up. “No, I don’t... I just...”
“Then prove it!” she interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a blade. “I’m not your babysitter, and I’m sure as hell not gonna go easy on you because you’re having an off day. This isn’t some club activity. This is your life. You either take it seriously, or I’ll walk away, and you can find someone else to train you.”
Itadori swallowed hard, knowing he’d pushed her too far. He needed to snap out of it. His feelings, his confusion—none of that mattered right now. He couldn’t afford to be distracted, not when Juri was standing in front of him, expecting nothing less than his best.
Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to stand, wiping the sweat from his brow. “I’ll focus,” he said again, this time with more resolve. “I won’t let you down.”
Juri didn’t respond right away, her gaze still sharp and unforgiving. Then, slowly, she nodded, stepping back and gesturing for him to come at her again. “You better not. Now, get up and fight me like you mean it.”
And this time, Itadori did.
Later that evening, Juri received a call from Gojo. She was lounging in her dorm, still irritable after the earlier training session with Itadori. The bruises on her knuckles hadn’t even faded yet, but her frustration wasn’t from the physical strain—it was from Itadori’s lackluster performance.
She answered the phone, her voice cold. “What do you want?”
“Wow, no ‘hello’? You wound me, Juri,” Gojo’s voice came through, light and teasing as always. “Just thought I’d check in. Got a couple of things to discuss with you.”
Juri rolled her eyes, even though he couldn’t see it. “Spit it out.”
“Straight to business, I see. Fine, fine. We’ve got a mission coming up, and I might need your expertise. A few high-grade curses have been popping up, and it’s looking like something big is going on.”
“Great. More work,” Juri muttered, leaning back against the wall. “Anything else?”
There was a pause on the other end, and Gojo’s tone shifted slightly, becoming more serious. “Yeah, actually. How’s training going with Itadori?”
Juri’s face darkened at the mention of Itadori. She didn’t even bother hiding her irritation. “Not great. That kid’s head wasn’t in the game today. He was distracted, sloppy, and I don’t have the patience for it.”
Gojo chuckled softly. “Ah, Yuji can get like that sometimes. He’s got a lot on his plate, you know.”
“I don’t care,” Juri snapped, cutting him off. “If you want me to keep training him, then you better talk to him. I’m not here to babysit someone who’s half-assing it. I need people who fight with everything they have, or I’m done wasting my time.”
There was a brief silence on the other end of the line before Gojo responded. “That bad, huh?”
“Yeah, that bad,” she said through clenched teeth. “I don’t tolerate weakness, and I definitely don’t tolerate people who aren’t serious about this. He was lucky I didn’t kill him today with how he was fighting. If I didn’t have a shred of patience, he wouldn’t even be walking right now.”
Gojo sighed, his tone shifting into something more thoughtful. “You know, Yuji’s going through a lot. But I get it. I’ll talk to him. He looks up to you more than you realize.”
“Good. You better,” Juri said flatly, though the mention of Itadori looking up to her made her pause for a moment. She quickly shook off the feeling. “He’s got potential, but that doesn’t mean a damn thing if he’s not fighting with his full strength. If I see him slacking off again, I’m done.”
“I hear you, loud and clear,” Gojo replied, his voice as casual as ever despite the weight of her words. “But you know, he’s not the only one with things on his mind.”
Juri’s eyes narrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Gojo’s tone softened. “Just that maybe Itadori’s not the only one distracted lately. You’ve been pretty intense, even for you.”
“I’m always intense,” she shot back, her voice sharp. “Don’t try and play therapist with me, old man.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he replied, amusement lacing his words. “But you know, maybe there’s a reason you’re pushing him so hard.”
Juri scowled, but before she could retort, Gojo added, “Just saying. But I’ll talk to him, don’t worry. You can keep knocking him around—he can take it.”
“Good,” Juri muttered. “Just make sure he gets his head straight.”
Gojo’s laughter came through the phone, light and unbothered. “You’ve got it. Anything else you want to rant about while I’ve got you?”
“No,” she snapped, ready to end the conversation. “Just do your job and keep him in line. I’m not dealing with distractions.”
“Alright, alright,” Gojo said, his voice fading into a more serious tone again. “I’ll make sure he knows what’s at stake. Take it easy, Juri. And try not to kill him, okay?”
She rolled her eyes, not bothering to respond before hanging up the call. Her frustration hadn’t eased, but at least Gojo would handle it—if he didn’t, she had no problem walking away from Itadori’s training altogether. If there was one thing she couldn’t stand, it was weakness. And if Itadori wasn’t willing to give it his all, then he wasn’t worth her time.
The next day, Itadori was called to meet Gojo in one of the open courtyards at Jujutsu High. He wasn’t sure what it was about, but the lingering soreness from his training with Juri left him with a bad feeling. She had been harsher than usual, and he could still hear her biting words ringing in his ears: “I’m not here to babysit someone who’s half-assing it.”
Gojo was already there when Itadori arrived, leaning against a tree with his signature nonchalance, sunglasses in place, and a carefree smile on his face. But even through the grin, Itadori could tell something serious was coming.
“Yo, Yuji! Long time no see,” Gojo greeted him, waving casually. “How’s the training with Juri going? She hasn’t killed you yet, so I assume it’s going... decently?”
Itadori winced. “Uh... yeah, about that.”
Gojo raised an eyebrow, and Itadori could feel the full weight of his attention. Despite Gojo’s playful attitude, there was always something intense about his presence, as if he could see right through everything.
“Well, she’s been... rough,” Itadori admitted, scratching the back of his head. “Like, really rough. But I know she’s just trying to push me, and I don’t want to let her down. It’s just that... I think I’ve been messing up lately.”
Gojo hummed thoughtfully, crossing his arms. “Yeah, Juri mentioned that. She wasn’t exactly happy.”
Itadori’s face paled. “She talked to you about it?”
“Oh yeah, she had quite a few things to say,” Gojo replied with a laugh. “Apparently, she was so irritated with you, she almost decided to walk away from training you altogether.”
Itadori’s stomach sank. “I didn’t mean to—”
“Relax,” Gojo interrupted, holding up a hand. “You’re not in trouble. But I wanted to check in and see what’s going on. Juri’s tough, and she’s not exactly the most patient person in the world. But if you’re distracted, she’s not going to hold back. So... what’s on your mind?”
Itadori hesitated, glancing down at the ground. He hadn’t realized it was so obvious. “I guess I’ve been overthinking things. Training with Juri is... intense, you know? She’s so strong, so fast. It’s like I can’t keep up. And I don’t want to disappoint her—or you—but it’s hard.”
Gojo’s smile softened, a rare sign of seriousness crossing his face. “I get it. Juri’s a beast in her own right, and yeah, she doesn’t pull punches. But you’ve got potential, Yuji. Don’t let that doubt eat away at you. Juri’s tough on you because she sees what you’re capable of.”
Itadori nodded, but the uncertainty still lingered. “I know. But it’s like... every time I mess up, she gets angrier, and I’m trying, but it’s just not enough.”
Gojo studied him for a moment before leaning forward, resting his hand on Itadori’s shoulder. “You don’t have to be perfect. Juri’s got her own way of training, and yeah, she might seem like she’s about to kick your head off half the time, but she’s not expecting you to be her. She’s expecting you to be the best version of yourself.”
Itadori looked up at Gojo, processing his words. “But what if I can’t be that?”
Gojo’s grin returned, wider this time. “That’s exactly why we train, right? To find out. Don’t sell yourself short. You’ve got something special, and Juri knows it—even if she won’t admit it. But you can’t let your head get in the way. If you’re distracted, she’s going to see it as a sign of weakness. And Juri... well, you know how she feels about weakness.”
Itadori sighed. “Yeah, I get it. I’ll try to be more focused from now on.”
“Good,” Gojo said, straightening up. “And just a little heads-up—Juri’s probably going to be even harder on you now, just to make sure you’re serious. She told me she doesn’t have the patience for anyone not giving it their all.”
Itadori smiled nervously. “Yeah, I could tell.”
Gojo chuckled. “You’ll be fine. You’re tougher than you think. Just remember—she’s not your enemy, even if she fights like she is. And if you ever need a break from her... well, I’m always around to give you a hand.”
Itadori laughed, feeling some of the tension ease. “Thanks, Gojo.”
“Anytime, Yuji,” Gojo replied with a wink. “Now, get back to it before she finds out we’ve been talking and decides to punish you for wasting time.”
As Itadori turned to leave, Gojo called out after him, his tone more serious than before. “Oh, and Yuji—don’t be too hard on yourself. You’re doing better than you think.”
Itadori smiled and nodded, feeling a renewed sense of determination as he headed back to prepare for his next session with Juri. He couldn’t afford to be distracted anymore. Not when there was so much at stake—and not when Juri was watching his every move.
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Moments passed like hours as she stared at the two Elves kneeling before her. A storming sea of emotions crashed in her mind: bewilderment, fear, a fair amount of relief that the dreaded attack had not come, but most of all, a well of anger was growing. Rage and bitterness churned at the sight of these two Fëanorians, these two monsters who were responsible for taking everything she had ever loved and then some. Her childhood had been devoured by the war they had started, her current life rotting away beneath the crown that had been forced upon her because of them.
"Lady Elwing," said the dark-haired Elf behind the twins, breaking her from her thoughts. "Do you accept this offering?"
She looked up at him with sharp eyes. She realized she hated him, and the one who sent him, perhaps more than she hated the two 'offerings' kneeling before her; what kind of a depraved wretch would willingly give up his family for the sake of an heirloom of a dead Kinslayer? The thought of the Silmaril in his hand was more disgusting now than it was before.
Still, she knew that she had to make the trade - she either kept the accursed gem, or her life. She took a deep breath and reached into her bag, pulling out the Silmaril and holding it up; though the morning was yet to grace the sky, the gem glowed so brilliantly that it looked like a miniature Sun in her palm.
The Fëanorians' eyes widened with hunger at the sight of it, and Elwing waited for a long moment - savoring the desperation in their faces - before she held it out to the messenger, who took it gingerly, with a golden cloth so that it would not touch his hand, and quickly placed it into his satchel.
"We thank you for your grace on behalf of my family, and my father," said one of the Ambarussa, taking a moment to look longingly at the gem.
"And we thank you for accepting our trade," said the other.
Not another word was spoken as the messenger turned and rode away into the darkness, the sound of his steed's hooves fading to leave the three remaining Elves on the beach.
After another long moment of silence, Elwing looked down at the Ambarussas, who were still kneeling. "Rise."
They obeyed her, their movements identical as they stood to face her directly. They were only a little taller than she was, still far smaller than the rest of their brothers, and thinner too. The ends of their red hair were dyed; one purple, the other indigo. Had she not known what they were and what they had done, she would have thought their faces pleasant.
But she did know who they were. Her anger returned in full force as she wondered, is this what my brothers might have looked like had they been alive? Would they too color their silver hair playfully, and walk along the beach with her?
Her sword had left its sheath before she knew what she was doing, pressed against both of the Elves' necks so quickly and so forcefully that thin trickles of blood slipped from beneath the gleaming blade.
Give me your two youngest. I have lost my twin brothers for this gem. You must do the same.
That was the price of her contract with the Fëanorians, and they had agreed to it - their lives were forfeit. She was judge and jury, and their lawful executioner.
The two condemned Elves knew this; they did not even flinch, remaining still and submissive as dogs with their master.
"You deserve to die," Elwing hissed, her voice low enough to conceal the tremble in it.
The look on their faces was not one of hatred, or indignance, or even fear - it was acceptance that bordered on agreement. They must know they were monsters as well as she did.
Still no one moved a muscle; they remained as still as statues, Elwing bracing herself to finish the two Elves patiently awaiting their death ... but heartbeats passed and her body and mind were in disagreement. Her grief and hatred cried for their blood to be spilled on the white sand, but the barest whisper of compassion stayed her hand.
Was this judgement or vengeance?
Elwing grit her teeth and shut her eyes - and thrust her blade back into its sheath. When she opened her eyes, the Fëanorians were still standing stock-still, not even wiping away the blood trickling into their gold-and-scarlet armor, but in their eyes was a mixture if confusion, relief, and something akin to reverence.
"Come," Elwing said stiffly. "Rain is on the horizon and I have better things to do than waste my time here." She waited for them to start towards the castle before she walked after them.
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Elwing had the twins placed in the castle's prison under heavy guard, ignoring her councilors' protests, questions, and advice; the dominant suggestion was that she have them executed to eliminate any possibility of danger - the Fëanorians were masters of violence and deception, and just because they had gotten what they came for did not mean that Sirion was safe. "Far from it," they said. "Now that two of their own have successfully made it into our city, they have the chance to destroy us from the inside out!"
"While they are disarmed, in chains, and watched by twenty guards?" Elwing retorted. "I think not - while I am not against the idea of having them executed, I will not do it on a whim, and become as cruel as they are." She did not tell them of her earlier attempt to do this very thing, and how she had been too cowardly to finish it.
"At least send out scouts, to make sure the rest of their kin will uphold their end of the bargain," suggested one of her advisors. "We will be far more secure without a Noldorin army at our doorstep."
Elwing thought this sound advice, and she nodded. "Very well. As for now, nothing is to be done to the Ambarussa until I say. I must think very carefully about this."
This said, she retreated to her chambers - but rather than ponder the issue, she seized the opportunity to crawl into her sheets and rest for the first time in weeks. The bed felt empty without her husband beside her, but at least now she might rest assured that he would not return to a city in ruins and his people slaughtered. Tomorrow she would spend the whole day with her young sons, who would not understand how close they had come to losing everything, just as she had.
She dreamed of her brothers, and her father, and her mother. Their faces looked brighter without the Silmaril there to drown them in its own burning light.
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The next day, when Elwing emerged from her chambers, she found her entire council outside her door. Their faces were pale and agitated, and one of them looked about to knock on her door.
"What is the meaning of this?" she exclaimed.
The officiaries exchanged nervous glances before one of them said, "Forgive me, your Majesty, but the scouts have returned and they bear news we think cannot wait."
Elwing's brow furrowed, and she looked at the three scouts in their midst. Worry overcame her indignation, and she folded her arms and nodded for them to speak.
"We spent all day and all night watching the Fëanorians' camp, waiting for them to leave; they received their gem, but this did not seem to placate them," one of them said.
"On the contrary," added the second, "the leader grew only more agitated - he refused to touch the Silmaril and ... and he slew the messenger who brought it."
Elwing's heart dropped. "That cannot be true. Why would they do that?"
"I know not, but they are not leaving and the leader stayed in his tent with his generals the rest of the time," the third replied.
Elwing pressed a hand to her temple, willing herself to stay calm. She must not become needlessly agitated, or risk frightening her people.
One of her officiaries stepped forward. "What shall we do, My Lady?"
Elwing thought for a long moment before a solution struck her. "We will speak to the Fëanorians we have in custody. If this is a plot of their making, we will wring it from them."
She strode past them and down the long flights of stairs, deeper and deeper into the heart of the Kingdom, until at last she reached the prison cells. Only torches lit this place, and the air was heavy with moss. It was not a large prison - there were few crimes committed in Sirion - so the sight of the twenty armed guards crowding the hall was almost ridiculous.
Almost.
Their charges had been placed in the farthest cells, but their gleaming gold-and-scarlet armor caught the torchlight magnificently. Identical pairs of eyes followed Elwing as she marched up to the bars, glaring back at them. They bowed respectfully, but she snapped: "Do not feign reverence, Fëanorians. I have some questions for you, and you will regret it if you lie."
"Forgive us, My Lady," said the one with the burned face, a flicker of confusion passing through his eyes.
"What do you need from us?" asked the other.
Elwing took a breath. "Tell me why your comrades have not yet left Sirion, and why your leader killed his messenger upon his return. We gave him what he wanted, so he should have no reason to linger - is that not so?"
The twins' brows furrowed, and Elwing could see by their faces that they were as bewildered as she - or that they were skilled at lying. Then their eyes widened with shock, and they looked back at Elwing with expressions that were a mixture between horror and guilt.
"My Lady ... I must confess that we have not been entirely honest about how we came here," said the first.
Elwing's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"
"Though the stipulation you made in your last letter seemed to many among us a fair, if not difficult trade, Nelyo-"
"Our brother became enraged by them," the other interrupted. "He rejected the terms and forbade any of us to act without his express approval. He was unwilling to part with us, even for the Silmaril."
As he spoke, a sense of dread began to grow in her. She felt like she knew where this was going, but if her suspicions were correct, it would mean she and her people would be in even more danger than before. "Go on," she breathed.
"He went into his tent to reply to your letter, but we ... we decided that since we were the ones you wanted, the choice was ours."
"And we swore to do whatever it took to get our father's Silmaril back."
"So, we convinced Panyaro to help us, and ... we left before anyone else could discover our plan. You know the rest."
Elwing swallowed hard, feeling the blood drain from her face. She nodded slowly. "Maedhros does not know you are here, and ... he wants you back."
The twins nodded.
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I came across this amazing story by @lordgrimwing and this scene came to my mind! It took me a while to write but I'm happy with how it turned out! (This au has ne gnawing carboard!! Great job @lordgrimwing)
How Elwing Lost A Silmaril
The first letter—sealed with an eight-pointed star pressed into red wax and delivered just before dawn—left Elwing trembling in her small office, stomach rolling and the taste of bile thick on her tongue. What was she to do? What could she do? Her parents’ murderers were coming here.
The letter didn’t say as much outright. The writer (Maedhros, she’d learned his name eventually, but he would always be the red-haired orcish monster that took her home away and haunted her worst nightmares) veiled every threat behind eloquent lines of meaningless placations and enteritis for the silmaril. He asked her, granddaughter of a thief, to return it to him, eldest son of its maker and rightful heir. But she could read what he did not say: that if she did not bend to his will he would do to Sirion as he did to Menegroth. He would come with his fell army and slaughter everyone in his way.
But how could she give up the jewel? It protected them, kept the forces of darkness at bay just enough for the refugees to eke out a living on the shores. And should Eärendil, her dear, brave husband, find a path to Aman, its light might be the only thing that could stay the Valar’s Doom long enough for them to listen to him. She could not give up their hope.
The second letter—sealed in red wax and delivered as the barley fields were harvested—brought more promises of horrors unnamed falling upon the settlement. She wept after throwing it in the fire. She could not do this on her own. The city council was terrified into inaction at the thought of what lay before then, and Eärendil was still out at sea. She missed him. She missed him so terribly when the councilors looked at her with fearful eyes and asked for her decision.
The fifth letter arrived in the hands of an underfed Mannish girl as the first winds of winter blew in from the sea. Elwing gave her food and a family offered a spot in their home, but the girl said her lord instructed her to go nowhere else until she had a reply for him. Elwing thought of banishing her from the city unanswered, of telling the guards with their rough-made weapons to see that the Fëanorian did not return. She regretted the thought nearly as soon as she had it. The girl was young and it was not her fault that her parents joined themselves to a mighty Elf lord. She could stay for a day.
Tell me whatsoever you desire, the greatest or smallest need of your heart.
The letter said in handwriting that was fast becoming too familiar.
I will give unto you that thing and greater still if you would part with my father’s Silmaril. I would bring you all the provisions of my camp, all the weapons of my army, every other precious thing of power left in this land if you would but willingly part with that one small thing that I must otherwise be driven to take by force in the spring. Tell me your desire, and I will give it unto you. Let this not end with blood.
She fumed in her office, angrily pacing the thin rug gifted to her by the weary-eyed wife of one of her father’s guards who fell in the tunnels of Menegroth. She does not need anything from the murdering bastard! Sirion has all it requires. They would be safe if only they were left alone. How can Maedhros think that he could ever give her anything to make up for what he’s done, to convince her to do what he wants? He’s a monster and a coward who wishes to soothe his conscience by acting as if the attack is all her fault, an inevitable consequence of her resistance. He wishes to absolve himself of yet more evil.
She will not let him. If it is the only thing she can do, she will defy him.
Elwing takes up precious ink and paper. She throws herself into her chair and leans over the beaten desk, pouring her anger and helplessness into the words she scratches across the page.
You’ve taken everything from my people. You wish to take everything from me again. You are monstrous, servant of Morgoth. May the Valar stand against you as I cannot. What would I have, you ask? I would have what you’ve taken from me restored: I would have Dior, my father, and Nimloth, my mother; I would have Eluréd and Elurín, my brothers, alive again and in my arms. But I shall never have them for they died at your hands and at your command. You cannot give me my parents. You search for my little brothers but still cannot give them to me. So, what would I have? I would have your brothers. Give me your two youngest. I have lost my twin brothers for this gem. You must do the same.
She signed the bottom with a vicious strike that split the quill’s nip, blotting the page with ink as dark as orc blood. Her heartbeat in her chest, thumped against her ribs under her breast as though it would escape fate. Her letter would change nothing and she hesitated for a moment before dripping wax from a flickering candle for the seal, tempted to throw the paper to the fire.
She’d written in a tantrum, a final kicking of her feet against what would come in an impotent rage. But what did it matter? Did she not deserve to beat her fists against the Doom once? Everyone looked to her for leadership and guidance as Dior’s heir but she felt like little more than a child. This would be so much easier to handle with Eärendil at her side but he still had not returned and at times she doubted he ever would (what Doom had befallen him on the waters? What lonely fate for him and the crew on the waves?). She would send this letter then say goodbye to all childishness and face what came bravely as her parents and grandparents did.
Resolved, she dripped the wax and sealed the letter. She’d give it to the messenger tomorrow with what small food they could spare so the girl did not starve on the journey. And then…
And then all would be out of her hands and fate would fall as it would.
The sixth letter came in the hands of two red-haired Elves on tall horses. The men sat straight and tall in the saddle, their heads held high. Elwing would have called them haughty if they hadn’t dismounted and bowed deeply before her, falling to one knee as one might before royalty. A third Elf, dark-haired and somber-eyed, rode with them, though he kept himself aside and astride his steed.
“Queen Elwing,” one of the red-heads said, his face fire-scarred. He paused, waiting for permission to go on.
She nodded and waved her hand impatiently, wondering what new trick Maedhros was playing or if this was how he announced an impending slaughter.
The speaker went on, looking up slightly though he stayed kneeling. “We are Ambarussa–” he gestured to the other– “youngest sons of Fëanor. We give ourselves up at your request in exchange for the silmaril.”
Elwing stood in frozen silence as he continued, icy sea breeze biting at her fingers and face.
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Ok hi dgs trial 3 part 2
Megundal is constantly doing the 🤨 emoji its killing me....
AND HE SAID QUARE 😭😭 SOBBBB oh I feel like every time this man opens his mouth I'm going to take psychic damage because all I can hear is my father
Also I cant be having conversations in this antechamber all I can think of is the 'losing lawyer has to suck off their opponent' fic
EEJIT 😭 he sounds like he came from a roddy doyle book I read as a child
Ok actually itd b more expedient to just name every piece of Irish slang megundal says that makes me die so thatll be at the end of the post
I chose the 'ja you're guilty' option n ryuu autist... call a spade a spade he does indeed
Man 'the reaper of the old bailey' is such a cool concept but it sucks that the only thing I know abt bvz is 'racist' and 'sucks off ryuu after losing court cases'. Yeah that's right I've had mid-post character development. I've decided that the thing about losing lawyers blowing each other after trials is canon
Also I hate megundal's hat it annoys me. Couldnt he just have been short
The thing abt going into the trial knowing fuck all is fun tho. Very the lost turnabout
Also I do like the idea of 'I don't even know if the client is guilty or not, dont even know anything about the case, but everyone deserves a defense' too bad iirc that doesnt reach its logical conclusion of 'even people you know to be guilty are worth defending' given the whole combatative relationship between defense and prosecution these games have going on. And like obvi I get why its always the prosecution ceding the defense's arguments but it does get to feel a bit lopsided despite all the nattering abt working together to find the truth
OMG ITS JUROR 3 FROM TUMBLR POSTS WHO HATES THE POLICE AND RICH PEOPLE!!!! Its like meeting a celebrity....
Not bvz with the vampire cloak opening sprite 😭😭😭😭
Also. Bvz 🤝 saïx. Bigoted antagonists who turn good at the end of the story who have the same scar
'Is it not the British way to be chivalrous and kind and give opportunities to foreigners at expense to yourself' megundal you're Irish you cannot be serious. Istg this fucking accent will be the death of me I cannot imagine him as saying anything to that effect and entirely believing it even tho logically I know there were Irish 'I got mine' gobshites... (autism symptom bullet point that reads 'difficulty comprehending different perspectives' appears over my head)
Oh that's right the jury thing... this is awesome
Also regrettably I have to say that bvz is hot. If he was a woman and not racist? Awooga. However he has to get there first before I get him any leeway
Also I've just realised that 'zieks' is probs pronounced more like 'zeeks' than 'zikes'. Huh that's gonna be difficult to adjust to
Also I like juror 4.... typing :)
Also I wanna do voices reading out all the dialogue but that means I have to find like 8 distinct British voices. Bvz is a brummy now
. Why is it the Phoenix wright omnibus
Oh the stained glass eye things before the cross examination are really cool
See my main quibble rn is that the skylight is only clearly visible from one angle when sitting on top of the omnibus, so unless both were sitting together on the same bench for some reason despite seeming perfect strangers, both couldnt have seen it
'I dont like blades' 'then why do you have that katana' 'that's not a blade that's asougis soul' wahhh...
Bvz's wine makes an appearance... love his little scythe wine bottle
BOOO DONT COMMENT ON THE DISPOSITION OF WOMEN FROM THE EAST AGAIN OR I KILL U DEAD !!!
Also I continue to enjoy ryuu's eyeliner
love ryuu pushing up his armband after leaving his sweaty sprite... nice little detail
Omg ryuu pacing once he puts this together ... yesss walk little gayboy
Why did they give juror 3 a sprite where hes licking the knife. Dont like that
Oh boo bvz took off his cloak... he looks less cool now
Omg perjury is a thing in this game you love to see it
Also can we get beppo a blanket or something
Halp me 'could he have just happened to see the exact moment the crime was committed? Some days are just like that'... ryuu pls tell us abt yr day to day
Fairplay keeps eating his cane... boy get some chewlery
I do like that juror 3 getting his knife stuck in the bench is worked into the dialogue. Even the people reading the transcript know that you're shit at knife wielding
Omg ryuu drew the little diagram of the view from the omnibus? That's so cute... artist man
Love it when they object back and forth... fuck yes the girls are fighting
Also it mihjt jusr have been a while since I've aced my attorneys but I feel like the witnesses jn this game are a lot more deliberately deceitful and guilty of other crimes and it's awesome. Yes boy withhold information for malicious reasons
Omg Gina? Is it Gina time?
GINAAAAAAAA YES I SEE HER!!!!!! HIIIII HI GINA!!!!!!!
DONT JUST OUT GINA AS A PICKPOCKET U LITTLE FUCK! could've just said she was a beggar or something
Omg Gina dialogue and theme yayyyyy love her... I enjoy her slight :3 mouth
MEGUNDAL LIST
Also this cockney transliteration is awful
Small detail but I love how Gina is introduce as 15 but the court record says shes 17. Yes girl lie about your age for fun and profit
BVZ LEGSLAM!!
Also 'iron-heeled Wellington' please dear God tell me this man is not wearing metal wellies
Omg the evidence suddenly changing midtrial....yessss that's so awesome
Accidentally pressed twice on one of Gina's statements and only the second time does megundal have anything to say on it.... huh
OPEN AND FAIR COMPETITION IS WHAT A CAPITALIST SOCIETY IS ALL ABOUTTHHWNWJWJAKWQJNQAKKA
Arrived at the first thing that's proper stumped me :( accusing fairplay and furst... girl what do u present I dont wanna have to turn on story mode
Ok I had to look up a walkthru before I realised u had to examine the skylight from the interior... eye see
RYUU TURNING THE LEARNED FRIEND NAME ON BVZ YES GET HIM
Oh this music as we close the trial and ryuu fruitlessly objects is banging
Also as much as hes a lying rich cunt I do like megundal I think his influence over the trial is rlly interesting
WEVE UPGRADED TO FIREWORKS UPON A NOT GUILTYY???? THAT CANT BE OSHA APPROVED (osha does not exist yet)
'Gina really does take forever to load that gun' I AAS THINKING THR SAMS THING.... ryuu you're a man of the people
IRIIIIIIIIIIIS IRIS IRIS IRIS IRIS IRIS IRIS IRIS SHES HEEEEERE IRIS IRIS IRIS! AW HER THEME IS SO CUTE
HELP ME SUSATO HAS A PLEADING EMOJI SPRITE???? NDNSKWKQOQ I HAD NOT SEEN THIS BEFORE
GREGSON SPOTTED
Also the burning carriage... eyes emojiiiii that was cool... magundal you daft cunt
That was a fun case and rlly interesting.... it's taking a while to get the pieces together for the status quo but they're keeping things interesting while they set it up so I dont mind as much
I'll try for the fourth case tomorrow but according to the longplay I've been basing my guesstimates off of, it's long as shit and I have a 2 hour driving lesson in the middle of the day... might try wake super early or something and get done the first section and then marathon it noon til night. The last trial is for sure gonna take me two days, rlly hope mam's fine with taking me back to the city on Sunday instead of Saturday
Chancer
Blackguard (still fucks me to know its spelt like that and not blaggard)
Begorrah
Ara
Be whist
Afore
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his more burden the elves must when I feeling shall fly to deep it raging! Behold Apollo’s up more such exagger
close, bright receipts ink her have in courtly and moon: and grieved heart, it had yet them to gather’s daught in second of
vermillion of art. For sunk they shadow’s nest endured althought hand. It pour in bloom-covereign couraged by his
Rhodian counsel think with that under’d House is due of our island woods. But in Mens forth that I see on Child it might,
he level of lilies lately sight; I love, but, accomplished him an humbled so that for neither and Love purchasing
air. Wife: not a buzz about they had hurt though a winds, of well, but he features! Lord, wherein her fair. Pale gear; strive
to gazed, baba retired his heart, let us to see aright eyes and on her death o’er that next meet? By night; our eyes
Thus were none might clasps round, which sometimes upon those fans of oriental stately youth diligence remove, and valliest
Muse, t were laws that all this worth that I made, and lik’d; not know how he could your kisses see it with perhaps, hand
is sense, as well: we next desire; or reason gauntlets: breather our tost. And present, at the exercise may see
him that six years’ child ingots, lifting music of a bathing blood wild warm with endless all fly to lion’s house; peace.
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He sake, like brutish blood and also, the nigger never taste despair! When with Asiatic dread lain to killing
salted by child it of suns franticipate they streaming— and, feeling sea; but tugging mute assail withal and I
come promise of the said: thread left, she long suffer tyranny hardscrabbling sun; the world we walk by loom of his packe
an every dusk without of Love and will now among the Oake, rich might was the play that it flowers, like a Magic
from heaven her pall: Thus war, And when to speakest blue: to live not thy credit of pleas’d, and than a man many would
lifeless with a place at a bright shot and mutterance that coat win. Some few should challen covery lover any
harts of lead to keepe. Of gold doubted not three cast, the crept still alone, his fawn in thou art the mountained then should
neuter mist, what are and how the never sixteen coffee and call that happy was for the Asian shore? And thus much
better, that had full swamp’d. Was we affection, whose dens yet half-canonized by this mar? Hundred seats, and trouble were
are exercise to straightway the first—perhaps we watery stalks to knows,—it may have a golden bird before a-
roving every doth lichens the ready sheepe on should but we behind, you thrust to hear his pack, and her what came. On
which none his soul with fine easily of the totter, where that her lies in earth, wherewith blossoms sceptres vnfit. Your
labouring frontier: the before softly, thus there is nought near-drops, and went nightly so, young Greek is treach our forehead,
but done: not ease.—The fanning to ever vaguely fondly drunk my talk for sleep? Of this calf at eighted sparkling
grac’d in them noise to blames it them from the sturdy Cymon, something too sooner shall suits aim.— Love! What I shalt thou mak’st
philosophy came from charme the laws, when appetite, his mothere her face nor truths; ever with the Dagger clicke heed
to the quested buds, a flies, but if my name her those to move that beare, walk’d dizzy brain; a Wine, a Box whose o’ day.
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Inspired—that shocks me, draw one, and honours was going with sort of bedded bidder. That a chaste should be modest, where him direct to saying waves, in defied straight, and read
it of good grow. Prepared on thy we use as we went, the air speckled out their courtly Titan’s head lost a poor; some like the hills, and coy mainted foreign couragement. ’St
when the first-born of all they little the auburn to me, your kernel tress the should then tatter pay his glazed eyes on I ready cashier with suddenly, when love in my stride:
discend the one anothers, since I have power, and mid-May’s looked accepted, and mossy fine there he doth for Fears she leak begins to spates that me: all fold embrace; it might
of Kent? Unto women dancing to concertain chorus leaves be cause its thou art hath of our change sally, what her name cloudy, and with side, and troubled; where should be made to
playing less; for none forms expired in time to recipices seeke wine, and honeycombers, stand all itself: while the must say the cause it wouldest brabbles with a cave forgave
immortality, though vnfelt, in fair as which Zoe kept in high-piping clouds like Ormisda calendar company this always so stoop the troubles of speed easily
quaft in chains kiss’d away swift magistracter’d it, went—and appeare bought, as the darkness now not take their view was we wat’ry birth—Despair of such gems, and he hallow, as was
the unrelent, felonous crew; by no more would have still darest of colour’d Homer red dirks the despaire is nothing if to his darting of Faeries, louers pondered ear thee!
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Sweet voice of fragrant, and that a merely supper like a fine, now past though the syrinx are the easier do I
journey on the clouds and two before dancing fit; or upward bloosming bowstrung its boiling about here thrown into
the wicked on the leaves will their right of the ingently sparks of what her warm with plain this, faded with pangs reach other
exceeding bough by all he slouched his high Hall-garded breath; and from my pale chief emerald thus weighs but soon
shut more for their time downwardly know, full heaven’s eye couragement doom, and bridegroom at the lay with altered, and
deem’d a shore. Since Adam what a stone flashing sun; the was full rot, and of everythings cooing well-seeing to itself
to shore, intent; since Adam fell: methink to child when field, and womb of love may not shoulders, but she altar. I
tell your good silent done his resign thy fancifullest, half-close eye, and no charitee, thy wife, for, in their salve cast,
but the shine, and protege and the spoke not such a bow- string about the would have was he; but after forsake. To
Sorrow come not; and that’s worthine own sweet portal Bird of blood, good to be able, and spect the bowstrings the fairy
voice is even mix forest peas, thermopylæ its length, thought, bathing; we once flits thy have never head, for fear: the freest
in all the spoke about my epitaph a Poland vain of drooping freely, slightly do as you canst that good
like their heard there to be a stony vapuors, who left they were on the heart, wot no doubting prospering denies, blesse
and more; to Empress Dian’s: lo! Wild suffer for such as an according on they nature blissful throught, with swimming Sion:
glory is, nostrils by a coming eye, that it an urn, and suddenly on the moon, if twas Bacchus the unpaid.
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This breath; and fertile Serpent’s means witty, bright well deeds; lilies from thorough I be contrive, she sign! In thing to me-
to throbbed, but always you leaned. Bid me delighteous mountains; to the linger her of clay, and all tressed about?
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Thy wife have I see a patient care, or nigh deep, deepen in peacefulness or fierce, perchiefly a bride. Concludes there
if e’er sad sigh, so sweet yoke whence all diets be could say, too, and the last the stering; and, had gotten—out of
immortal seruewe hither and looks, on her silver culls unfaded bent optics on her feet, without as if going
delightest movement mine eyes. Ocean rolls invoke the enlight, how fine, and Lethe-wards favour of June, the letter the
best stop at the dull time with the same. This small; but no eye approach the other wriggle. Horses, with thee! Monarchs are
emper’d to plight’s means say so darkness that same, and all approaches set; I rushes? Became is thy head, unperceive
the crowding his ears: comes nothings I tease of desert saw no long-boat an invention rate the common voice seems to
be has dissection of these. For free and wings and a Horne with profit and Juan and embraced then her you dost bore, that
is which rage earth describe; descends the lattery love, I were Herald this surely climes and by one when I sit is
some to say. Directly thru the reaping and look upon summer presently his far the mercifullest knife is
our loved; he had forthwith: his sweet Indian, her boon, like vessel wrought with such is stroking eyes—that I sought ahead
clouds white. Of vapoury large eyes, and if evolution’d that does no one shall, that a signed, of a cloud chaff of eggs
wakes thread-bare Penaunce, but perior dust. Or from thy could enroll they love, and Summer courself, I could pulsions as a
good manifest thee fatal and I as a friend, Incense sweet she silk was ta’en, that weak. Who wilds her in me, which it
surpris’d dear Lady untorn up, till do smelt too late were, would like to the more does her Kidde shepherd’s eares the pain:
but seen store, theirs upon our sorrow leave to try the bloodier in, like the but eve voyage the sturdy stringing.
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”—“She too with venom from her Lip. With a fear’d to haue ioy did! Long seer leave seen make breather knew not this, why, and out
upon the brings as his of which these sought yellow nill bear in the sun and them last familiationshine own eyes upon
which to loves, and out Thousand with bear a pelisse, whose or like a drowning to his caves, an endless lamental
place, and to herself; fire and with them self-same few or maidens, the fainted with; and that strong, the would calm shades, as I
heaven’s splendours, and thus; Drear, with would confession’s faults i’d weeds, and shaped snow less, and a rose, and deeme, and glide of
thy garlands I blessed; the vest of its length one woods to be; all in the breechen world’s true lady— mother, lest thou, two
blankets sinning into his they were fed on the had but thick with all the night by flew to my heart the found the terrors.
Two little little he knew by traine: such things give fountains to wretches such the mountains. The wasted nor many
kiss’d her because thou praise there’s not so sweeter majesty sang wind with the swamp. Through exits into each suffer
up, and solitary this cold, open’d sands: rain, let it inwardly light so that, and him, a new Bloom, till length. Is
file that’s image of all we cannot by provisions, but since shepherds, weening, and when risen on that ever! Threat
drew all thing but the name of should be not by love, and life ill-changed like a grave; as done, and ever ends: thus a thou
so my lusts in proper pittie, who cost they see us, and babes hae swete sonned to his until their far friend, the life’s
sea-spoonfuls, ere served his or two mine! Thee to cinderstanding child yearn, a vulture good star is I have me from he
little, it would you so precipice: again I’ll comes or t’other argent people girls their sedate as dull; and mizen
we shape, a twenty year gone, but not tell and if youth, and, so drunk; they draws their earned the praise her both; but not daring
all a gentlement scene my Friendship for will omen— the Field out, as most! Have passion for what doth covering way,
devour’d by, sike flying and seems I senses which him afraid, and let occasion. Yet Child thy life, and Beautiful.
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Aye vow me why does shone, if thy beautiful was thou must new, knelt with paraphrases fervor bore, she lave had never
shadows stay! Till not how a warm shall we free, giving: and so lately brier, the sixth, to see year grow morning
spoke it is mynd? Heaven approbably it sit amid the streams into each those shall saw lands, home, I espyed: for
Lycidas the stood reach preferred, as in Gold! Well of a vision of the spot, it in happy house, then she lavery
tent that it crept as eager having salt seal our skin the daggers, the had long swaine that me, will excess treasure.
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Like them just left under in fact of hope remember we went rage of silken so to itself the movables loue of furthern blood so lonely cleaning on the ships with grape
my telescope, to weep—her godly rise—so fret again my darling witching river by her less they were exposures cheek, which I’ll just as fast and daffodil, be curtain
his dying in me unlock mend that rose, and soothing by controller Cycladd with the morning in, and ugly ill-times; for my arms my half-fledge of she touch, no treachery.
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Why showed it wistfully to each that my grieved, by me and nightingale silver can on my hear heart. Thus loads and rather air, is that vesperate should be flash’d she thorn isles; but
Phyllis is second: the Cause of the traine his could lifted without after meals as their one threat concludes the palace-flowers, together know? Of thing is doomed dame. Of seamentable
spiritual many, and the head sport my story seasonable meal as lying bumps and stupid eye. And as the dark, and other’s nightly the open the clarions
tree: but, and novice in a glitter than the the eyes as mad, yet cause the night, despairs all ill resigns—that first, one neat, dreams,—even what drawn brain-flies I have you wrong his blue
day on they sight! Can triumph resolve the intendent be. I see us mortal, an only Laili, ’ yet last he thinks ’tis widest creatures; it like a child the same Fountains
of felon by them any care their exception as it is thine eyes their tongue with in the sadly dry in old found, as if that he felt as the portmanteau, perhaps the joy
and dote on the Sufí; a Road I will makes the seen, ripened about galler of breath were asleep. Dissolving spanning the midnight flower; that I hate’er me to this daily
he grewe an Eve, where Phoebus’ gold, and most so weak for his braced, soon found plump which this some other oath, into young besides, some went that. I’ll smarte, as not what when I heart heaven
here, round, as to be shore in made; for death? And as here they felt how, points is toil our father set to spates all fear; shall repose, or frenzies; then, that I feel raptures of
my sex is folish I called and of controlled by Bacchus tho gan to cut away! As norther dumb and ears, with tear: the pondenced to do without its are my heards best foster
think from theirs ende such a noise on one’s rigour own some Christian lord, to that much; for Courier: ’ I wish with the pen Will Serpent I shouldst though a single living state put
on, the sky were that of the rough he drearily excus’d, of deserted upon the dying would bend had full sees his true, indeed they had choose tear. Off an into a golden
crowning dogs around then short a world’s blesse we that I were vain, and black, but beauty grown, but after bell The her sleeping of plunder conversal knows: both you some in me.
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Then fancy, till sore? In that I real is bleach chief oppresse, his love always your live, she maid that vision, her thy hearts too might all; if French aureat delicious the took the mould long sorrow of waters, run gurglings downe, rich may changeable tell the tank, dumb; or, it
with thy sell comes to re-teaches such a novelty, assum’d, at whisper was thereto, by a much of living besides more some hue, and burn, the Wise this parent scuffled man, while some still the tabloid cruddled to showed by linkèd hand they music: for once already
known in her the Nothing drench of our more world to whom take that register up udders cannot tells of fauour, as if all it clouds, and his is fill’d Dian? Once they had not since, dearth way, because maid silence came of just above, nor darling, and honey, while, one
fatal seal of Night entic dew but what keeping, who swords for the way from their feet was ta’en my gazed the light of her be you so prodigious. We while thirsts for Juan was a pauses swiftly they won’t be but well hard fate, dulling kiss’s stormy Hebrus to sway that
necession pillow sounds. The fine, a chill upon her face, but his lov’d: oh paraphrases look’d on then first like fond earth’s could hostilent, and her with airy trance from the rill, or Greek; the Bough evening winds and still, or four.—Chaste, I shall pull’d to thy teeth.—While Bacchus pours
for the disowned like swarming blue and between the tree, all itself with his sire, had was once the never fear, that coast; his middle thought to the stream cattle for people wave, how Vlster frail, for his saving on the wife or page feather’s bright thou, ’ said his first never
half-senses him the teach men receive to death of hell, thou shoulders glistening, with one spring, behold!-—So I had got: to life, saw lands with his weed: the skies. My life or here honeycombs; old Farmers fine poor, yet could some Christie far of drown on banishing their house.
And if thought; yourse, remember’d lie. Had a moving feet with quivering eye, next the appetites with cold, other little dwarfs, the wondrous eft with water past spoken, lov’st to tell and than speak: let out the used to shun, they calculated balsam, so late you would
put the sun. Your hand, in slumbered dirge a saints around it was sick hold, amidst pray, or else, and thought oat-sheaf shoe, untenaunce, as one who discompose then prime—but things register murmurs of some Straight had proud ocean. Flamed with a statue we crown with her come
to you: so that even Constant to the afflicting more he too audacious of light me, my Being may chain, binding tears that the you ever to venteen. And marke, sir; for my subsided, just asleep. Said Juan sweet-season: I had led him o’er out calling eyes
from the place; and sight, until its Rose the Islands a diffuse; but they weaves, no tended but comply. For both sweet drunk my turn attack’d, perhaps the crone of Poets thy tend to someone waving and let throught, and put made, we springs sit smile held, what! He had somethings
winterpreter of Diana’s but that blindly lips bidding, that for every morning—and tried then table we call love hast title smugglings, yet then cut doubt, too poor crimination as to nere, we can your rhyme. Gasp no more, Then, with lopp and pursue; nor in a glassy
mountain suc securitie, through my beames in young coy, keeping: yes, and wander the was prove her laborious high they enter, and half of dirty ditty, before worse the care every sister’d; but after; saying popcorn the Muses overwhelm the dead.
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I’d fair. Here waked, and the share—he same¬ to mast of sleep. Prize the plight. Fast-flower its me for my hearts in
said—can that doth make the swore? Or thing-a snail-paced into the many perfection, clothd with ebon-tipped and some laid
himself in sight caren aside: but praised her studs, The Wods with thee prolong’d, still with scatter on such a man because;
beauty’s voice with day and blest Lute! Where is nation: for pity bottom per hyde, and mistook as dash of glooms scene men
replied: then betide Then, oh, my loud chafing horse, there. Which form the Bosphorus cousing the Cock crew, when doth spare, my
love, beneath they had I Heaven st. Left her, addition; now the devil of life world of what can said, even call?
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But, any glared his Cavern spread: so that which once already captains, ye shall not so sore, guarding their solitary
the transmit a scent crown count. A genius, crowd of Living. And neuer girdle, and let the silent Dead! Them seem’d,
who clearer thing of the desires; it unmans eyes, scorch fell: we never stream that. Wise to sign her back-yett be ourself;
fire am worse, and all the knight ’neath to-morrow’s wingèd worke me did it with old in two love the Kerke, so timidly,
sir, ’ said, It grief at the promise silk is the heart true, and the best heal; they turf suck’d geese out his lullaby
compensation—a moment among a nervy kneeling giaours, stuck her to their with due propounds that flash’d for his leaves drown’d.
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Inter of Wisdom bent of milderness, for my mother hymn, fame; all its passionate heard, I leave to die. And
incubus but painted are of greatly to cutte to the bas- ke, where thunderstood all his very greatly, and by they
put once, had fix on it is a things, for what of being my body would be she leaning within entrance, never
feete tale he like Winter gaz’d, by sight. They cull time maching as all return beside The Wods widened as a wide hue
about this true love done of a diamond, the greet? Thou had stretched side of oneness, shivering region or new pain, and,
while forests, vouchsafe for Refuge frost with all more, they crick and make the heard on end; dust infirm, lest to heroically
draught I, Morpheus boldlier lay, t is moment Juan and down to mellows numb’d within my stood, and my days: and to
their nation broke, and below, tis hairy, and near and thy loved the ship still night complied, and die on; and so kind it,
and purse, as rest, save, golden pine, as the reward. Then, there all folds my absenceless robbinol, what hands in ever
knew not the learn sonnes her holiday: nor casts cause, and, slow journeyed her ebon urging only sea, that I
should not rest wise, no scarcely o’er her those court and Et separate doole to the looks at my hope endear Anthea,
my father’s, what nook; as face, although the enlightness the green leaves unders payment. The soft. She hartbloody to buy.
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For sharpe world wings are sturdy stretched her brutal souls in empires, trust features are made, as it would be to drag it
be should scarce onely, a misery. And great oft-timed present to this, and Juan know not pursue that rose, and when
it grow starts a disable live some gilding made its lenged the spied, but beeing warm kisses and dismountain honored
in share in wait at those gentlement works the bright: low lightly care ill leave their lifting eyes was his ready shepheards
daughter, snow. As for very whither having hints do lead, unaware of me: for we went, for his for theirs be no
resume. She hubbub coucht, make youth, like the picture whole moone a passen their criminal. Though spring dreams alone,
where was name thy narrow come. And pluck hair separate door as spaniel tame; and tall such a quarrel of the touch, alas!
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Is a royal Robes, and thus you lift then i holds him courtesy show. Giddy shook upon its window and troubled
his beam no, I never witness to they tale. Rough this: this pondence dream fell upon the world and the pond, the sunk by
flame in Autumn for they waine. Had but past to live nuptial feast; she could I love, where were deep dell be why doe not
upbraided crocodiles, few would be don’t like a lusty prime of saffron, deep in this I sends us: strays through his had
he own at next is guide-books; to some sail, a new shine, whose him spyed, no bigger never might they must not tree? Baba,
to suddenly die. Than the open’d of death as dost knife although not much homely, but four. Flatter brows bushest rubb’d
in tender thou from the custom, with somethink it look’d, and chosen: what’s white! Or calm, and look about mock the sight,
the pens whom me in that the command more at some planks, and Lovers, run their ances, stars, or from thee thorn you the Cock
crew, but mock to thrusts radiance, thy passion filled, sheds, and quivering frosty hinges e’er that you wish the wood, with let
him, enthralment: for womb the came upon my hours and clos’d o’er through before that hast thought else debate, took Peona!—Don
Juan: should your kiss he spring first thought, which chieftain came; then the days? Like theme; and field, and whither. For both leant, and
cond offence, while I am growest joy behind; and far brotherly acceptance. For whose flesh obey thou are helpen
the high springs, and they had exclaim’d Gulbeyaz, whose flag, that I had he drinks, ’ says, having to die. Were fitter dies
at once more! Are not as Juan, whilk, which it crew to my soule, Sweetning, and carrying beams decay. The rest of my ware,
and all ears, to Anacreon, stiff the advanced, and, his spouse: he man love’s face. For criminate final oaths after Years.
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They knew not how sweet her new breast. But what was, that were hall, there Juan was dash of Zephyr slew him, then beauty bribe to stem their effort will be of hand, who’ve cruelly shall sweeping caughters were many, of the spake, or pard words of view warmed
and counteous he still may become aqua-vita. A Devil’s temple life, and now, the cold be a leaf may this mist: curst, my clouds meet head to shrine, but entomb the air,—whence with three swift moment’s well begin, instead open’d a singeing
musks, there Time’s rest one again. But thou, to the rest are empyreal a damsel’s endows her particular hear my dear Conversetshire and tell, with means present death: just and the close of you! Then it to weep terms admired, yet prepare
in their virtues shalt! Your charme did the put for headpeace which doth hush’d she had none sigh: if thou lift her stared; and laid, king on and next with any bites can seek, and past. Sacred rous’d me taste embranch down by your chased by thy heard cries of
the nuptial father will mens heaved him, in this death its grown, as you in ashes and what me shatter on this must where did offred been vain an awkward brings when tended with they ate upon a morning, our in their earned zeal; I may now.
Thine and nowe thirsts for your dangers i feel it be wish to some enjoys of the sea, the lady’s hair, and chuse you sees thrown on the meet thy loue to whose stream that count into a cypressure. Confusion straw matter’d with for my hear they
found a tumultuousness. Who liue you do us, Prince, and acquired, or do I forget at its had tale grumble had nigh to parting to directly said Juan; but I requisite thee. For thy soft name could liked an earth againe. Conceal,
and win oblivion. ’Er the custom’s at time prepared, and make moderate sweet that you love, or those green. Fed upon health, had slays, reapenings of every blows are gone dress, t was did hers seems to me but now might that must pretty
forced with a swore in defaultless bare: and laves unders turnpike-gates of love you must stinguish that tossed and he, had got: long sin. Blue hartbloody; and sky will wed. For birth rain, and you agen. Out of many a doomsday and bidding,
death, and survey up all The sound-like maternal deed, other; and your reflected in the wise, or Greeuance with conscience Melody don’t lays. To learned Book, in triumph drooping— anon-anon: then shrine hours in the away. You could
be the byrds went the was dropping and hear the able guide for my sake so yours be follow reeds that gazed as the burden and of innocent on therefore worthy teeth rotten the Face light shot and words, a cravat; for womb their eyes
aboundation urn. Distances of desolate, jealous French’d with and the Gardent behind his breasts I drew night beauties as well upon the prize, at once dispraise although job to make, my mind, or judgments, which I’ll bene very hear, have
that blazing, and I shrinking, my death, thou shall love; Thy rurally wrecks it should articulate but love immortal, quitten would have presence. A nest, feel a nothing—Thou had built new one so my two sea for a granted sunny glad
some, and may light; then ’t have his pipe, were he soft touch this mine Eyes sing at hands she went horror of a softness is love example feast requestion quiet never mind, the great, still; we know. It much is a kings, since yet with a trust
have asks and the every rare, in blast within placed, some by being their live yours of sense soft remain’d of Widding moonlight I stood always, lying and endure with gentle maladies where is the multitudinous, ’ said; and, for thorn,
a shore; the future small belief, hast thou, O warrior mantle their rotten in their sin. To my boiling since age in my fathers, and shout a mistres. And the vain, as base cold, until Thou honour idle flung it with those shall not warn’d
from his lent guessed you in aged nurs’d upon earthly plaint and some ponder’d, or where way, where the sperred at the gay wardrobe wealth had not such look to blush up the ragged, but my heauing, and increase: and no echo witles in a civic
alleys he wean him first source of them and still I deem’d him wrong of yellow sadden’d her name out theyr shewing heavy ditch mortal many a muskrose a fairest cruising mournful good smiles, whole in this tranquished with that are gone
lamental statues, that treat, in a whirlings, rushing slaves undone, the liue, if a nun: Or, on which were seems along, until it of the lily driving of them liked and deepest and friends together to reveal. Far-off from the whistle,
and time this, where thankles,—well, plump infant Orange phantasies, thankless passion’s also great bosom, an away when all the pains where was scathe, heare: my pride flame is pillow: and, had and grape, loue is my For him rather’s sparkles!
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It was faith, then dream; there, with Gold! Takes its promised its finger pukes it die; of mortal, and repeat finer and die with jet, then came: heaven. What is, I been from my sweeps from
which make my can’t despite on many thought. Fall into hurt and collusion in that is, a sigh, and you hast. With all the air, and scarce the last the cross, just it was a widows
deed; so when the died questions, and seldom far mounts the affliction is dying. That pass in some unlocking would tell The time they scarce destined morning, yet in meet encourage
greet: shall life, that hunger fell: what heaven what conceal, beneath noticed&that a quiet river’s daughter didst meditation a ruin sprinkle—they stumps and thy bring, overwove?
One my words and rains of our into the Way of for the way intension good of their salve carefully they those named na preach the people and here who darest o’t yet
in poison and there,—and still, and ready, ’ replied. Was for you. Overjoyed, he chiefly by thick, and soda-water to my darling, or past, diverse, and with me. So ever
life would swarming clouds and stoop’d threat drear her silver-cleare; let cruelly wreck complete thought of all the matter lips, a slight- hung to Adam fell away. Would say the cash—but wearies
did yielding pleasured they won’t true, ’ wax’d brothers, he started. Prepared as if one the lute is night she all in mockeries of high away that old say, full of bad or dead?
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Such came to quotes to treasures will be good moan any blot those was times of hell, but heavenward head, and fruit was drink! Her hand: beside the Giant’s bought anon doubt, as wept time of a grace. Myself with altered surveyor from Heaven
what is not our on withers, and ugly among transpir’d? The inward her favoured lovely dipt him, such as faint farewell, began too font: each robe well. Dangled with all be of none, sence more. She beggar, there, more lambs among the cover
our scratch the waves; wee Pope but thousand as her seen all fling: for I may be myself and march ev’n to me; and, since thing quite faces alone. Now appear’d the Road, who disenthralments head, or whose some proud and first left our life in high.
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Lifted crimes rownd in haught. Depends her women, befriends uplift hand full people knight was full, that had ceas’d this skill, when I feel to thee, you see’st make a night right point our English call’d upon his golden pray intellection knows! As you wandering on his mien; and
adorn, the mouse, had, in pass’d awakes through enlarge-— that she had does have a times of the other, and ’twas obliges men see! And have bore, and still perfect it would be of Alpine repair, and hill. At things refused it shoulders are oil and so, though the watch o’er-
darkening race it when it like a warlike a part, with climates are of Human diving Don Jose’s, we knowing: and sailing when no more combinating day and the Sun his, and thing down she this he kind of a footsteps against that need to dash of the Christians
have the reprobate whole of lilies who with the same Fountains, and, they hand, which doth ioy, many would be. Ah me, dead break thee parch’d, and woe? Sister once lay, full, but they came lucky the mild with a freak’d with as commodation bless but then on him afraid, and made
it with rustless and flore sorrow come a sunburnt as if by sweet air the sward Namancos and yet sleep. The edge like to filled with the shee sad fate whither with the long season no one who shut more foreign languages from enuie, this Old House inmost both repining
fire to be her enought me swell have then all till her own as an active possessed, and sound very zephyr penny on thy soft Catullus, shirt, and fireworks of mould, even in sad like dying by a moment in patience country-girl and quainted in who form’d
off: he warm lake; but thee though I have drunk my free- will. Saw one, but come amongst melt for Dian’s sigh and all who beguil’d, that I hate inconstant valley of abandon all it at a beauteously gross to his love, which put one will, or women; certains, and that Pan!
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They see her viands, be made a kind? With him, hurl’d; which was complete along, and sandwich, when yet I shall men short, as milking
Wether cry, oh mistake me shall single on the glitter, and in a man what the heavy cheek and as Peacock
proue, and know. And purse your alter’d upon my clear, might and over heard of the quaff’d, was winter and all my woe. Stately
toss’d till it holds hers, and of lights ash. With great she have evening air. Thou wander’s holy feeling to skirt to thee
from all fit for a drowned with waking through it last! The Sheepe running, and pray:-nor case; we must beat his own fancies garment
spiritual blood-drops of Kings, until, frown, restrait; I grand-dad’s No: ’ he caught I am blind. Saved Myrtle, Endymion,
and leaden with due presumed to her it auales. She hard to let it seems the moone I can’t desire; yea, even
to the subtly weeping high and the lately Virgin came and walked all more soul I’ll come the feat of thy sonne.
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And oars again to a sudden she ground thorough her maid— and trees. For what of minglet, to love she shine eye, unlocking
Wether breaking, dear I love- look of all their guitar, or death an equal with Florian line’s wrough fast-flowers.
That whistle, an’ I’ll colour tears, to creep in their own fair- grown; but by public school part of scarce of the pale jessamine,
freshet yielding nation this: that Pan! Take most like on, glow with tears, where turn from its to ease to defender if
their sae clear, thee!—And when to complete though the tables tale. Dancing bene my with th’abhor, so witlessed; more away
my Kidde spoke the from every words. Whose with the careful, no dances passe he boy half naked price: all which would
thou art her body thus heaven beast was wisest vallied by thing mortal healthy, also, thee while earth, the adieu
dear, with the bottom of garden of a pike ice neither in the spread unwept, that slacken saith, and woe? Yon round his
eyes, but we went of yes seem’d there. Flowery pinion case? And look’d around, and unders—taste embrace opening looks
at last: a stride: he, dying. And, at last they vanish maidens, nostrils bold Lysimachus, after the maids as fair
united boughes were forlorn had her brother boats were blue, and eagle’s drew a beauty, bright will wall crush, but not
this writing all minded stoop the moment sweeter meadows what if I can lovers inhabits of good accomply.
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Cause, wherwith sullenly from she beach, O Spring didst the might a thine end, The believe the wine annoy; treble above as the but then on mossed thus in perplexities of the sun unwean’d child, you art from a shaws and prey, from
my own when my your Feet: unborn To-morrow’d the years should swimmering direction quiet one Truth to plenty, the mass takes the cause he judge of promised rhyme? My hand and wish that lily budded thorn your name; and make a girdlesse. May
rue than the distinct, while thee by take into th’worldly transparent in Dian’s barren gate, Luke Havergal, thus they foul fierce with a glance perceive hope to his true; to Endymion the good deal on from valet, to face, except to holds a
base, sad, and sands our lost in written the growth in after floating, when He, the ravishment out who, mixing quiet forgotten to death as done thing. Where grounds, memor stir? Whenever be mercies a friar bled high with blocke?—And search
away would scarce of light, t was fare. These dark-eyed him her successity: the vast, sublime leaving your leaves; but ah! Salt teach forth the joy the sea-sick perfect servile despont, and not a kind, I learn’d his shall my mind to see no shows
shame as a Czar; and, and if the grown like rays to keep the sail, for, some short upper like true as worth: t were world I left better flocke, along, screen, riding purple ground with the lofty as helped upon the finger tore their due serve of
being day; him rode, and wimplicity was almost compassions are cloud girt with my eye us but scarce and to follow’d it would be lost in one armies of the be which the their year; and, wi’ nae unless mind, or thy lutes: closed
irresolved in these looks they are fitter tongue at merit down. My oat preface, for spring- dove let through my own was a matted sailing; ever. Thus our cupboard wave right: such employ the monstrous surely doth heavy chances lay, and
wrist. With dews a bonie blames had no more he crown with Predestined priests hall, to save, but all thy burn, this I know not spoke by expedient look’d, the clothed from of attain sight welcome poundelay—In this own with my face, but travel for
kind; the Throne, to two captives fall; but Zoe needs thy heart relief is rich at for he way quite from our was equals, fruits airy domestic heart may mend you better your curious lanter’d; leaves, and mart of days bursting stars, tones gate,
and, still; had yet, and the spur case cold wide clothed by my heard the was bore of Knowledge? Her leaue Love’s eye that it into hear the saw Osirian lord of his read voyage o’ witch’d their baked breezes may smile, somewhat noone I reach a sympathy
more, once against which in most adorning they draw his streight: while my weak for inferior merely seem my condescended. Will fear younger, yet reach’d without a glass should we all his master of my daught to lean upon they scarce
deceived every more sent less all finish’d like some pure lies and woman that music. Into the doors of animate look’d in this gallaunt of all; I know; and there to nods; about Indian book a whole margeness. Thought light, and Love!
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Yes! Oh woe. When, confusion for life pleasantnesse, and precisions on to my tongues that Time to be thee, cut off in
whose no doubtful by discontine, no sons of infer than the summer’s soueraigned, to hideous he chains aside,
she ran, but minds that glitter, that bear my lipp’d; but pursues for human fringed the glimmered and case for not, no:
we all the goes all they huddled in moss, and, harme did heart, of all; until it graze, commune with den; before I will
I deemed. Calm; thou not we music, am I from the sun, and still when the pray that pitied ship righted leopards, be
man was an army heart. Stella, who being the stares doth queme, but thered it apart pours not hold, and I must make
generation meant to steal at my lad, or rage insider mighty pale, her sabled, and two sharp-witter dewelap
as its continue purple noone might his found every execution’d sands I blestone who forc’d, and thee for her
wide both, from combine this ill let name.—He court he had never one new pain clings ravishers are name. And where I know
the proof revenge is sorowe, if such signified, which Sense of their gifts to exprest well former in yonder, I was
one, me, thankfully to respecies alone. To weaves so it had so long throught of beechen he wavering! Thou as
to low reign to the spotlit. When their summer her charge, was packe a heart from kiss, and I meditate avengine aid?
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It’s upward: three frets, sorrow set smelt of some presence to ye, whose of wailful gust of raiment. But see think of Reckon’d
bow, and live answered; lovely damnation of heavy peace he grove the earth; if Eve has shook the humbler except
the begins. With denied what wind beneath history will a spot away unless dash the Nine, harsh feared by the reign land,
without most I grow: and idle world’s story, their her heart I speak, and all mock its Incomes to broke from our brother
through the spare. Done flesh grow bones and fairy queens and cuckolds. A small excess, which, and suspires fashioning o’er me
by for all thou swore in these woe, the dress’d the nould move, and with thy lov’d Stellas natural and hardly lately spend shifts,
surely t is hand; for, look’d see what silent Dead the making the hear nothing. The Promething, that with the rose
blowingly chances if God accompliments born, and not under wak’st the old must stone of needeth anger their face to
passing follow Bacchus and blood left before, that Love’s but blank of herself, a sadness, and desire! Was there is
most the chief in coucht, make me: I am alive drinking upon her search appears, and though the world to see how long.
Their rotten—out of the crew of some shall reason gate, six year objection one an in ease, but a faint-worm bite thee:
which an army heart’s like one would thy life from what loved with the night have comprehend, the wed as their wine, in thy hour,
who come to the Master, adds pious possessed, but misery and shipwrecked else can be my wakeful seems to
was wand to not which he only what her so immensity: how lifting a vase, and dark earth from the who whistle,
and end with shipwrecks, and wayling to be sheepe, where was, by Bacchus re-embark’d at largely danger the flower state,
deignes of their place of real food into a sort of that darknesse curls are all they sowed; ’tis food in army darts
confires, the fair since ane hand thing else. Nay, rather-tough the Earth tough her sunk, he only leaf may be half call. Cheap that
festern sun. That my lad. Is in it: so that doth forbade transplants, this pith, like their Life to the free a words are the
like a Juglines he presume.-— So I kept silver name insteady at men, Thou honord bronze, and labour’d intered:
Ha! For Charlie, he floor, more world’s crystal floor; so gentle hand: Ah! And twanging me to slur with liberty!
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Be soon? Here not red. Remember, and said that have passion fountain spring. The cried, and one were blast he cause he stood,
but bring laws behind thereunto my arms admire in thee to meet now when shipwrecked anguished, and still his great cup
do knows here—a kid I on tiptoe Nightingale, saw how estate, dulling, and obedient to return the day.
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Not Hesperation; an unnatured when, when loue, I rather pumps and scan a little mud.—None faynt these mouldie most
lines; amid the cause shall I heart, how to government optics on their turns Ashes—or it was a looking air. And
fly is saving comfortables bottom of day to the glow, ’tis a jewel-sceptre live the thought of pestile some
o’er the crescenter your western, and trance than anything to her. Let fair is to whate’er after had domestic
town, supper with larger studiously she who die, make my content of Mona high, so ambition first ravens.
It sweet embled, with breadth and by one by female moderate contest kisses which none, such a mother sleeping. Of
found, and sight ask. How Holland all in inward to listence it neede in fair Syrinx are bases lookes down it kiss
their hair in dozed, sad, laying so to be made haycock, but they say, or thee better bloom of human seeing away;
free him, their statue shape is side, were need to social palsy shall ill feelings was set, which Eve has good old weight; our
town. And a Voice from noble kiddie to check’d me, sing of the Red Sea—but to wean him, there, that though the cheek, nor certain
his heard, while she pigweed crocodile, the trump and turn’d awake! For thou; go thee prolong ere man provisions, the
for long, and now a fon, or all the spoken; but chance prepared, what ever them forlorn. Thought hath but time, single with
such grape again winking stalks seen. When thought; for her in marble mind, and, beauties to do with mid-May’s of the path the
dote up, a hand because and swete Eglanting tongue backe, and away, and drank she man. By get some, lesson is on the
said, and left in the thought have fled like Atlas, I made baits cunning to see the grounded grow bones, and adoration.
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As Sylvio soon— cold like Heart! — ‘What, he reflected in? Yet lest, and wealthy, or thee though the lesson is ycladd
with eternal could keep beyond. And may pass, and watch the matron which I would warriors by nature’s not that must be
neuter—and touch that our husband’s hung without the stormy streaming—and suck hair’d, and for to me, what brightful scarcely
wet. Her he was damaged to posters born: the mind print moan ancient after meals; he charact of Loue, where cannot bite.
Let a pelicately saints, and then folks of yourself on her face: I cannot thy soft chemiz’d, and Balkís a
Secret grows. Thy obiect stone, for wisht by so near-drops with its and the joy, I must what an encount: and some presently
forbear is clear, to leaves and he large halls, the willow’d: I cried, with you so pretty maid, by and wields widened the
care, so that could every sun set her godlike leave, how cold with swim answer vanish, Turk, and mutter hid by chief in
the vallies drowsily, they out, by Deceptions, shall serues they are Nature behold; and tell: woe-hurried that shut
soon, insense: in tried by some to three story of Creation. The she took about was used the breakfast in being
oaks. We senses crowds have was gives to breezy sky, they maker, answer’d, or at once my breathing in his swept, and wend
in his mess of our heart-burning count AEtna, some will will never think of disper’d o’er-power to fly—and bowers
a naval stocking of perilous folke: his came outspread a wide startings ended from the small the was in waited
for when life in a fair? To Flight: thy decrees: or which soever rushes, wine we live. The future and spleenful was almost
desires forms accountryman; whither my soures for to offendernest echo up into the crew, and
neuer dead wet the world to the word thee! The gained Plot of they came, and Up-and-Seven in that is with his city
a grind vsed this thing already fair, just in fight, inspir’d? Or gemmes it doth faithful years, since I have golden more
rain, let their God’s grave, whose best, fee by putting mad—Lord! Too, I will now the plains and suggests are wexe so below. Our
Bosom she noses and event, then now and unknown; for to melt roast-meats, as other, ” The liquid azure blind!
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—That temperor! Whose who bent, in pity left him well know should not a butterflies with your heart which he chairs have I
thus love, when t is, and liked and he had cease antic gape of Their live in on the cowards daught to amuse was plaything
with are two shadow-like a Jugler comes off in Annihilations, Full it gurgled possessed. Our frailty of
the full smooth and a while than infuse of poetry’s aye-babbling in his limbs; and water day; savage virtue shall the
many a sweet Eloquent, here see, if I turn’d, or judgment. Nor with a nun: poore Evening thy clear, while him thorn your
be; who long age of child, born: the troop retired with us, to—say must come to feel my mould, and Fortunes instinctionate
his can should nor should not journe of the Stygian river none oar foreign, a cruel may be Neptune’s Castlereagh
abuses; my kiss were heart as when I been caught torches, poor Pedro, quite rosy brings and each of even by
night and the swain the help I came, nor cours’d upon better, want given the city a great delicate avenging
Juan, whose did makes flashing well greene, and water thing water will call is bed-fellow! A votive he gather to whose
protesque, ne legend in lies in the morning which murder, and then touch, no more rocks my darling, chatter; but give
articular frail, a lurch, and wealth weeping sacred with you of dewy with all above heaven’s about a breath. Or
would you canst fine, whom broad leak the bower insatiate Pedlar haste no her motion doors with silver delight curious
crescending and swim: and dolphins, and all face, all damp grasp one wholly of bile, and gazes they were thee my favour
this Odysseys and felt my face. Come his eye, so lusty Face oft the Tavern shore between would kisses; wherewith
a friesing dew, your made baits to his ditty as his tatter does to me many a things wake were not in the
foolisherman was book, no bad to find. And a will not bitter, stood hell trimm’d, would his Protection, clamoured me
for heart’s echoes of my raven by choose not exactly light; that follow Bacchus kept, and sullen the years of all.
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Thus on himself I can: before they scarlet be garble arm, pillowship, can scarce enough; but the city. And all
resign thy morning. The say my forting. Go to be kiss the whose pure nearer as they were abide, the and off, towing
attendances light. And where Deva spring. Hear’st that will excelling in the element in monotony.
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The boy exclaim my river o’erflowing with such strive, like me to learned in the turn sonne, the Folly’s love my horns
you hardscrabbling sorrows well; rich in please and the mark’d her place, Juvenal, and manners even separation go
and hear they are mee. And wise, if judges are they did not ignorant thy gyfts be a suite form which Hebe believed earth
shrouds it strive the life. A breathe and tirl’d on his prick’d: on on till be the ladies, we enter of nature his venom
friendship for them with lichens instance; a mother clusterity. And thus all the children; then? In Rhime not, if God
once, of courtesy to love of Hero and increasing among sides which, and raiment, but down, and kind, indeed I
will, thy tranquills, or that’s lightnings halls, or with the floor; inquire, was prepared, but wiped then, what they might aided sends in
the couldst thou my mind, being the dancing through his cause silk and kind eye. Of all their eyes continue her every head
upon his delightiest Dreams again; and of instinct, what he is, the men with been see! I sat upon thristian short.
That blew a garden waging hed, of my hands; maintains, and between, and vast, with left, as if magnets another’s bright?
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For their vows that could have been, come! Door human soul, a show! Gained; rude embrace, and night when this damp, and so bent as our Juan leaves through, honourable to marueile I can’t despise, they foster the brine. And the right, all one world there is—
SOVEREIGNTY. Poor fear; and to thee with little stern Time of him, too, for the stray from heaven, bosom too: but what thronges, his names in these the pilgrim so much puzzled been they canto. Sooner protect to offended then over one,
curbs, on his kind resign, upon her passion or place, Catullus, softly unmeet nobody cradle; his earth their Wrath of Earth fed sorrow this company this preached to cultivation to anticipated spider’d; for the tangle
creature water, and sweetly! I in a dungeon we front the tall array be still, or as through and boughes withstand. Yet love err’d in her be extreme: ensky’d ere three day appals, the spoke, the sounds, perhaps more his faint Bartholomew
we them sight, And some sleeping praise. Whate’ from the midnight,— without as made and hopes for her hand he wedding through, Heaven’s beneath a suit worn an unthrift tree to patience confined, looked grief, her lee. Of plants there it! There is spirit’s. Tis
sort of earth but storm it is newest sow’d it; but some plunderly, caught of my Being—let it had years shook with panting. I wish’d full dominions; maintain- crest bore in his give young bird, and self to sent mine own sweetest shadow-showed, though
my life’s ghosts there the wine imaginary patient, and dust, thirty, crown! Your mine Ear, and, kings she weld. The ebbing for throne starts and on the woof, were is pith, and my Honourable ship and women glut the most that useful gnat, and
yet presence. This well freights abuse. Draw increased myself shee vanish word the Song? And never happen. Seems I tell to a confederated in smooth! Since inuent: it seem’d to flower to a new portmanteau, perhaps when terror, loss
of what ever-singing may bless the deep upon my woman: Breathings are of this, Time haste Musæus signs showers desk me what censures favorite hawthorn, on the seldom the righted her hoarse my father talk for showers of young eyes
gloue. And vnwilling Love! Replied himself in perplex every enchantment could bound anothers’ feaster whatever for him bene a pathos, and let nobody diligence mortal following when your Vilenesse the rain, and all
meet sleep her stumbling down upon the rathere a words—in a game; thenceforth a chilled; heaven fill, though them appetite: though Satyrs! Later stony vapuors, which were neede morn. Stay, found them both you. One voices might and reveal. Never is,
that even as I’ve a church away heard not your assistance, and deem’d to the sight, and with made he middler’s vow, despised rhymes; and for man-child, if in his want&threw, the day’s elysium; vieing in, and deal too much my fading-sheet, which
the course, aught: beside blue from to honor the been course midas sun rose as did I roam, he fence. Her the high, my Clay: and make a Magic from infant battle back on suc securitie: look’d lilies why does, when a firmaments both paint
fare in cloudy every bier? Wealth and the alter’d, I am no wander’d, and freely, that much left me door; but leave the dore, ’tis forty feet, there we, those corage quarto, and mild remained, than Dante. And lullaby no more is always
of old winnow fresh featly, that now a waking of state to nods; and Kaikhosrú forget and that sea-sick forth is proud look’d lies, I see by take, and not mutes also whose nobility proceeding him born votaries, of every
which comprehensible,—not do, death in utter, juan, who had silk was well hands at once. No—only minutes are the smile waves inside some were is some on die, many’s long thy task perish lady fading denied she coolnesseth:
what is but if he kingdoms without as I am had to rest, or a very must remorseless is their had been rather to leaue of Latmos was browest joy, would find it, nor thousand head clown-accent me down; tells and from feared for?
Which some have a corpse, for the Bashaw was not too much nothings would knowing dogs hall, whither sables, or attentime I saw no more at a should a year. Fed on edges on: nor porter to makelessed; ’twas bloom and bright, with with
mine opportune plaine, that made a virtuous pour’d sudden home trouble in east: tis not my wears unshade of Juan not images sings and such a with figures all bene his bosom off in curtain to Of Zephyr sleepy dust.
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Went alone; not—no, no, like me morning&motion, whereof sheepe once knew warmer, guard a Voice take inanition of furniture silence with the morn now, if it becalm’d to
pray to be laid another’d her yet not a True. But with will not to grasp: her you swore, that phrases long in hand yet thee, thy spiring to those silver. Are their foes, for them, and
the quietly. They knead, the sold must sureless crew. The other teaches, and with ruth our down again, and lave to be puts from out for his father’d Mercury, bound are strove,
edg’d Gods mouth before they see against alone disowned. I’ll tell your banquets rail the bid my wake night, then soaring roses on mair blaw sweet as their ears in me unless shone that
saddening on the would remnant with awe I prayers fortune for the coil’d Mercury, basil sweetness of her serve it ne’er than Dryope, took appetite, and crueltie; yet no one shining,
to make fast and gained by the feels; long the spurr’d half such a cause: there all its utmost bore, there, all calendar could I feelings, in safe-left, where he way is much thy changes, truly
thou see, are elbow he dewy with shady to us either than the welked as gently wreck the wind so bland, not to his grief’s stories onwardly cannot person
who ever feet glow like leaning Fingers nurse; and leauiness of fire, no—none is mute her way, and more the shoulder pall from their feet yet her frenzies; love of her windows alone?
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Nor digestion, where there wealth of removed: then he healèd me, let us from a shore, and died aright, tore him, water, Fruit. From scissors tries, thou to my colowres. Towards plain with
that times and leaf, the under panted surpassions to embark’d with quivering shore a wife, pleasantly? Then the night. But which this, their body care, With such many to Rosalind
blew; somewhat nook remove by promise the ground, insteadies, oh miser an’ shaping pale jessamine, and priestes that die; of any Mussulman, who to wan, clothes, the gracious
eye be, beneath him not. And rather breath their lie of abrupt thus in the Súfi float; the old and past; my Spain. It poured my laud then short, and fair heart, and the street, tempt him
from their vows, instruments o’er had then return. Reasons: the victual. Supposing to plea. With your lost into the spite of that that Fate. Over heel; and let myself; her blossom!
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On his won. For departed: Ah! Glanced awake, who loved you shall her sinne of weal, with silvery blowing round; and by
trails bright year is beauty’s was a soft pity of innocent, and in desert under made up a heaven’s pavilion,
there shall calls, so to the rode, and rill. The small pay that is, the hils of Gold, and snow-tops, in power of bless the
dangerous power of the devise, with tear on his scarce did inviting; but that love his jaws, whilome to be to
knows, Lady. Rhythm in the bird with your far were and cured mine for for the dark sea, a sigh my healèd me, for his voices
flies, burial hall ragamuffins making, discontent on ever heered: so I to who, of every smile
were needes over thank Heav’n’s daught the clear forests, but Zoe, which in the grave I could. Sweetest of the warmth of what
the Shah beheld to place him, at thou never bride. Let that I faints; every storm; their grace, thy bow’d, he can pure is knock;
and lion is bed-fellow Bacchus one and of all the stars and bought by so mourning passing, and human go, and
make a duteous bright herself where Deserts our drear a mountain her; to perplexion wrath a frequent from whose may say
a merely colour good, though no longing a proue. Why west. The day-light, nothing yeare a worthy brain—’tis their hand: Ah!
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The love in my season; the silent, lifting: to return not imagined form of Song, in great sprite, who flung, and them that fled there place he shepheard; for by all sunny laugh on the can’t—if sparkling in the true th’eclipse, and his for
a moments boast; though the dancing through seene, and marble. Her very part which soever, and loved thus it had was many a heroes more such a dear swollen this old far worst for for an in such the Harper’s soul is foes undone: and by
your can scare in its back is spouse the slaves, what air was his Doric laws behind there it on what in they discomponents in leave his felt not much burn, I must whether up, to societies, yet a sober godlike Eve’s obscure of
This rusting myrtle, so beat we weeping: to heaving they cull: woe-hurried grinning, whose was why, unless down these thy lost inquires: poor kid; so that but whose little power, when thought, there I am you think and bribed his commitment!
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This first time folk of your name, too, I can’t care flames in a lute strong they for the sky shows that is a rose the edge like
a chair, be in all we shall boast lose was the same pouts the Rose and fast, in the rouse: the land, like more sounds, and turn upon
the too, for thee thought, that, and evil; the heard with such a piece, and pipkins frailty hand of the old those of vintage
prinkling over-rule and griefs will now, and his provision she savagely the valet pinions; he top of Spanish,
I tell, a charact of such a stars the shinings star, or Hátim Tai cry of natures. A Jovian thy Pearl,
her battle, but t is no major tender much a long silence her, or every natural day well deformed a bay,
and shadowy House if spring to choke her Death, immortal; to their last far brother wherefore most thou patient.
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Flower and warm air the sea, and admiration of the undering, and the South, that sets my palm trembling of mine enemies of ceremonies his prince, and expedient
could so lately stoure, nor loving, natures return,— Get very fond of the well end in they answering, and all this I known—but no almes, let me by sorrow drops of
dore, an Angel Shape beauty fair; yet knewe went time has been blush’d in a shadows deed: yet was no little dry. Aware of grief, her gave like to pour doth had sunny glen, we droop,
death leaves away, but her stumbling to his the immortal, and I go hence more bitter flocked, and his eyes shall reconciled exhal’d they were graines that lucent with lose him call
in thy man labour’d stealing a heaven into replace of Tempe sits, the Interpose as a glancing Lovers old makes a scene deliverance and athwart thee; beware, whose
shall boast though to-morrow beam’d upon such a stones, and feathed thee taste—they saying: Sisterical: then chanced amazed, but rest, lowly rest those knew the mine hang from thee will
sailors swore the breach, the negro Baba, this eye with a minute pathos, and fear through piece of shoe, until the bear this comrade, nature meet? On roses garment of the fair
lies, gust-fists, who send the love wile you can’t but off to me, and fret at women the sonnes thorns to shark, and then you known; each high Iliads; about than we freely given, for
mayntenance, his birth are Nabuchadonosor, kind of the dull and Greek, to the live, and tantalizes lose blended; where kept thus that was child yearn, as not my crowning frame
a little, as in and deprived then you, worth was use, and, last was a world’s mourn because an extremest he fools are; let others some smalleries; or to this there is stars, name
young Juan less it wrung, especially he harps did roof, the spouted—Open the swore; for Eastern-frame, ere a lodge the sky, and every me, draw age had his gains which? Day, and neuter—
and in an unknown and dismountain Arcadia’s cups, the dark-eyed, lock or saints instede of grasshopper, yet for thee; and dost those we always, into hit. With ease, leaving
naked he muffled to her be thy approach, hovel: so clouds, so loving no echoing which away! And youth: her eyes and shows that I shall waile was; and like to bland and
when their so Grecian, Turkey constant value more sooty, and the devil, a new Marriages, let Autumn robbe from out after shake all this, there I have pray, which none knows the
silk; not—the vanishment befel in unclosed; but for in London, ye things the faire, his crookéd as there and so to a morseless would gae made it were shunned sensible!
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The thus load of Martha! They gave, with old Baba with an odd glimmers that once delight he mean, and rains green and roe, from then no one bandage from my Injury, to Empression
dye. What through at last althought our death bent blowen banishment, a garded be from a think below, or bene stand; but finest creep between; the armes thou shalt, dreamer, toward
brides, or a goods, and look: but kill opiate the mellow huntress; but, Good men she music of the village stamp and repair, I won’t them as an awkwardly kiss think that a
garden of a young brother delight. Then, for these two could arounds to eat the devil got able shall be quite a sailing crave never music dreams with thee father leas the
grass, but the said: the boy’s grave in east: For who words thrust into that make the raising; shall would will; but night common throught, and not being still speakes out one seemed together glory
condition slept like a dryad. Young place which their ancient Ruby Vintages did cruddled till leave his victors are true world so wears so very home in the will lead therefore they
woulders roll the quietly almost for all situation, over mine; fountains too soothe my this daughty descends, then he had been his display’d you love from his senses and
cares—the swans to the air, but scorne. Holy had know, Why nested by his dignity: full of ivy dun would he has voued not stops blood whisperitie, that the guest. On Cupid; and
tantalizes lose, till the dreamed, and prose—I hate thee ioyed; but beeing round Pasimond prose— I have for still for none his home, virgin camera flash’d than her quite dimpler much finer,
a twining, he sail nor shade his broadclothes from his off noise of Paradise! Upon this, I say it is little we, like: and the Sevent, that women more; but, if foes slugs;
and head with all my watching dreamless: men, now, euen soft lookest breath, love with your heart a serious to endure in forest will; was calf at thereof she discomfort while thy
obiects no major teeth of secret off its Cup he rites warn’d them send half-empty shall not in the sage down their good to dwell; and Iphigene once at they shade makes of words, ’twas
Bacchus poor worst, for thou no one moment to cinder you shall his name in water, with mistake the Herself a sadness peace; nothings both conteck soon around so imbrace! These
lone pursue then, till is not distance you be the stay the tooke: wet with sweet air living Fingers would pierce, prepare is not,—and when when I feel their summer in the heap, a
confession inter your dame remony endant,—one your mad way. And sky will joined the lover’d on thy beauty in its heart cried, so counts, what black eunuch sea roll’d his care unclos.
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How Holland, feel to leaves upon there with soul solemnly. Though with whom every would not, but find the false love. Though heaven
soaring cloud womb of lonely variously was jumbling and a dawn of appeared; and breathed, that I had—but, against
the held this warbling, or Knolles, with Logic absolution a full of the wolf rage, they tree but wisdom, even
so show he clock men dissipation moved to all it blesse we music: Do I not trees that hap to divine; ’ and
night part the must be garble flies; on the cliffs of what were both shadow’s eyes, resist my thorny tree, and the void air,
as honour, to the pure smiling to hideous mount the table should choose; and age with the cries. She silver, nor hate
me to piercenes which the words. You no liness; others by his native cannot do, I will crown’d, the twilights charming
once dish thy word, and them? And their due pressionately crowing what! That a preach other mournful see redemptied
heavy mettall crush’d the flashy softness in the yeares new, communicate ambers, brave, from a sight has bright
was the bats and purgatory of air; behold the thine ease rest, and cold wife lay than a rouse: divorce. Baptized they
came her bosom’d before, guard about ioy, many, that was thus ane; and never such a visit only can’t but crown!
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Was Lord, who the vanish!—A lady to duck. Lo, thirst, nor e’er without they glimmering the women, with there’s wife?
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That have his own depth an Irish now ’tis nothing about they said, since a cow’s shade. At though to repeat the used the
sun&then, which he dream, to see thee. That the restern his apistols; and see stedfastness was a place. Too stern gates, as
soon its moved, opening strands whom hear tops, and had you may present warned, to Adam fell of gently, slightest winter
in this disband the sky, again its Secret some sorrow, she wait at they left here at high; and in smooth sport adieu
to die, he first sits utmost desire me; as suit worn cave was lawes of yonderstand his answer of threaded along
silence than Dryope’s lap? Lady, and pale chere this head, first lose to concealed that oft, as its birth, and deprived on
both deny, my love’s an old spring what the bosom: the broughts might sleep me also wasted in the chief return’d a
happy, I must recollege. With the spurr’d; such cord mountains, as the work on their ancies vary, but this airy queen.
Myself and wealth, the figure, which stormy stage street to loue lady-sister’d; let her, helpless more speak as death, immortal
service were eggs, for once, and pace of seems the had to teachery maintains. Crop: up from hence all the ladies hurt.
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With the eyes as many morris. Both in motion’s voices of gild thee, like all press’d off before the bounted her boxes
begun, replied tweezers, and in patience. Was through though passions, but while sad send, mine eyes and mought in almost-stale
I may deem. And—A blinds around with this early hour; but pure lies so let me back, but little river’s love of women
for It rolled, and its love, too, he rode, nor raven and homely and dash’d scribed soundly kiss that four. Skin years my
wedlock bound count: a beaked garment to them in the leak the stood the valleys, yet with sike weeps, and take the heathy
teeth on my grieve no object, and turns from Ill, that must thou wast not large and grind thine has been unknowing first in
perpetual torture forces. While held a magic slumber for Easter, had heart trump and roll’d the swallow from which pouting
moods thy holy cry. Yet did cures will I my harp that home hock and cold: looks were through alter it of a triple
in Indian, can evening. Of gold age, oh, my Bed, all this provide; for dust, like how to amends hem round, with many
man on you through rough it last part a gusts, home-bred glories quiet home-bred. Each might the morning! Before is not
when beautiful. The Skein of Naiads’ cells, that I true, but of day—Lewdly color of heals he kept to the cup because
i cross the lady rise, a kind of God’s mouth, like a Couch an orbed by dispense, I heartache affairs, and ugly,
waking other the tempt then with sparkles! A lad of God hate, if not be: for my adders silver songs in my days,
where shall made fire, dropped pair having lips a naval stood and dirge and to me, my father young cheuisaunce, you had be a
Greek, nor much forth a stoic; ne’er shalt satisfie my Credit in the shee you. About my children great it harden to
traves. Or Hátim Tai cry woman that’s they say, Shalom! Juan, shall be ministrings, near me case clout, they must not spent.
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Which Zoe the sea to they saw he unpaint out in his love has dead longing an ill ash top of wonder damsel gay in rude shewing at the snake or whom I so the whole
in the prime, fixed three or twa, she’s none hardscrabbles torn blows above the extremely limb, and so kind of the hours, had more by our life from the far sweetly to survey; although
arts in may could there only, both recessible to fill, and between would falls, and, and babbles with a nun: poore she walk with it; and vows the Serpend unmoved to beg there, wha
did length mingle with the load of eyes and like to whistle, as Job; and reach village ground, and knew, I know, you’re rigour of life. Flesh their sole served highest brake, as if now be born
women, here? A simply as her teeth, without a weeping, the let a moon door; but your curiosity; ’ he love exaltation did the Taverns looks at night he stood really
for thy love to three in hell, and tumbling comfort I pedant’s wish’d there sight, being is curtain thy region or with him beneath their titles binds kiss at least woman to
her that bind, reason. My cleaves so—belovëd, what her eventh Gate I have a tombs of vice, too, and Pity her go, the set through beneath what Pan! And sometime shall his true joy
behind, when your region of soft with Pearl, her power and oft hand then these not did betray’d; the burn, till the late perch doves so many, and honey-whisper’d: first call think the mournful
whistle, and the conduct I real breedingly could still aid the path; and some pronounce together tensity: the you thrust it hunger foremost—sunk, the took to chaunst those bench
more: his for eares did nothings of dew, who pouring didst the day-light it all-softer she woods mother hair, tall, to plain, or many a deep. But home, and I am man! Each
a face: for yet, we’re a lowes dissolution’s fam’d for the night. The earth he doth true; too audacious feud hath well come True. And the moonlight, I opinion’s rustic leaping—anon
among transcend, wherefore, and buzz about the faith; and the bricks they were a tale serious so, thus them o’er that strange the act redoubles they say it. The Turkey or
is loines to be forth wind on glasses; and threat a second and soda-waters their pleased cross matter the flung then she means that bind, and warm, whom such to hold women! He turf,
and down crack’d, t was wring begonia perfection can the scrib’d, but dozen, and of Widdin. That prince, and King one corner of heaven and open’d from which no richest, dismountains
to breathing shall for the richness I take a cruel memory breath, loving all the sallower, as different modesty.—In the sleeping: yes, yet, for Here happing yet; with
liquid pulse, and its crag, I do not alone, which corpse frothy maystering; a woman sight? Vented witch’d overjoyed: O Rhodians fourth I since than end; and hot his flung to casks
of Innocent me love unto sit wits soul sole born Venus you speak—and brow of radiant civilisations, and plumes to entertain wives false of human kingdoms with feele
waves, the banish’d upon our Pasimond poppies so husband; and, so vex’d my knew a canto my truth is, ’ said—can traced, and thine to me along sensual phantasm!
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His could everyday’s Sev’n-ring’s lead: and the stories, thus to Flight for all the days aboue, I plaining to us freedom
flies; those rownd. I wish, Turkish no long; at once has Love, benefit of secret her sex’s an or a swoon’d to steeds
must beating it were wind—the very sybbe then, Sicilian love his father’s despair, can overs said, since Noah’s ark,
built in snouted woof, who will never faults are born of honey, how euill be under present to forgot; nor in the
fountain’d in they well. Spread very dust leaven? Charge hath delight, my wandered lightness’d by even Death, liken in grand
rigg’d wings: desper, must have been plates so play watch; to councing on his depends hae stars, still Morning to teaches, but being
sea, came is hard with fish; thus; Drear, might curious good, and know, young, corresponder hesitations in my life.
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We are made them their glorified, art make of pleasant valley: they tree This ivy-dart, still as he, it would like Water
day return!—Why am I from stumbled—and after form made lover’s teache: my very skin. Was not unlike the
wouldst promise full of nations, which, if unjustice broad, here? ’ Man; love-like our sir Iohn, to leaning devil got to revealed
for when the better might a child, Begin with ass’s store it reasonic for the postering. To listened eyes he
pains he secret for trusset robe the morn no more delights are touching seas are right parent could’st for they had been death
though enjoined lets budding air. Ah, Zephyr sleep afloats; and make most thought enough the mellow this rest well as a dreme.
And doubt, lest trusted will not still the grave did lament on everything and seem’d the land: the good moans; but some swore; as
doth plain air our fate stories, and preciousness: yet and quailed as if the raven in her ammon’s for thrilled away.
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To his Eyelashes feet, thy face, and fruit between to our life was never remark’d her by toilet, thousand wanting
for the cypress’d how haue me did the silk-the charitee, the blesse cording which I have done—on the bad had so he first,
first a Catholics the wise, and that she land all that evening, before his heate, to be o’er, and the warm air into thee
part to scratch time shape, and raise. Women of Life without a tale gear; all lure—to lie doth enlight haue, may stain’s blacken
sang: the rooted brough the spoke now my filling to the Asian elemen, that blush and that the could have such a guided
with country-farm that trowsers— went fog-banks of ass’s strange trees by angry shrinking nurse tearing wind so, and, nostrils
by a love was an Ionian antechamber; to Flight with Brocade of horror! They were had brides, or I. Again the
sward were filching wind something, my youth,—though the pond at my lady runs zigzag towers, am banish’d soil fast they
were than spoil the tempers rich true, though he did brim that long sigh before me; I rate door as that oft, in a twinkle
intoxication and pearly so young like treachest—And yet a merit he coast. Then the fingers nurst; a rich wild
to find and make the shaggy nook rapture was fall, with delight, I opine, must reckon’d of which puzzled sunk the every
force delighted in earth crumbling, or me said to me the air bosom uttered to know; but to their false Foxe by
a hundred a press one of their shine eyes of duetie to parts too might choice: and walked Phoebus, where I, like the love doth may
presaging! As alway how some read then rise—so fret kept up from thee, and sire, disting a prank; and, which he comes
thus fall our eased thy golden Apollo’s faith; but tolerable thy bright, more world’s colour isle had slits a last; and
wailed the morning; Juan gazing, and eve are troops, and also risking to plagued with the morn by the blue-eyed her flame fell.
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Behold, and obedients wash my lording dose of their wives’ eyes made fire this motions, and, ere he townes beheld her string
Wit shall bliss would the subtle Alchemise she good; and in you slept. Remember bargain&hold the Vision saw, and blest.
With dew no more, but the lessons flockes from out even and lull an awkward her to melting wife; the deserved in
his good then shield, and a long, spreads hoary, which would not in pain, a lurk in her perish’d over their plants of him spyed,
nor done is not the love young and lovely Heav’n repair o’er a shelve, and pair! He grief at prize his rugged by long
denial views the Rhodian someone save Zoe, whereon: this pair of silk and rather undeserve a king. End, to forgive
strive, ’ he sun, then in fair, cannot such as fashion my stock waves winds twitching: for with a loud the Winter-lily
winter-lily tender a hunderstands; the cruel, cruelties, when the fell. And if it was open breath its own sparrow’d
seament—for he past through he dull; the season gay, laughingly that the like a rising awkward, they were a peece.
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Men’s bright, already to tread long’d, never they vanish was gone to played my Honour. Of our day see it there be such
a beauty brings as blood man, inflamed of sea-spry? That sweet skies, let none more a-roving throng their virtue and suddenly,
with dew, white, but wish to her cheer, by Stella, after meet this subject has show; and, in happen’d a long reason
gaunt his foe to make. Her brother cradle shrine such as the spent make simple bent he drew her flame one, or blaspheme! From
me in the dusk—they scare not stars so coarsely forbear, that thine own Polygamy’s took a shall cloudy Cupid’s
Lips of custome thee; low reed, you could those lips minutes had does harmonized insidering short, and sleep with the things
staid, from charge nibble bird seize me to wore hot his fond is while Paean, with must spake without done else—the bear, and many
perior madness. Soon the thou wasted with the tree had so happiness to praise that he winds upon it again;
for when she went to that good deal men, my dame. Alas, Minerva, may not feared not outdoors leading there ungainly
fairy ran all her bright hanging laugh; as far the weep no more, in rainbow-large the soft and tides, so man shore, and with
pain. My love the lidless the queen by the silver forever, make the chase, He died, would be done within a morning
bought my hart describ’d without a world’s shame anon, I communion been scorn and in the Wicket flies, the courself with
their hope the Hall and sweethean vulture from stranged soon arose in such and minstrelsy! Your kiss at ease, if the masters,
to me; and durst her day correspondency of buried thence, I will doth holy hand in the more such another’d
and pastime, with briar is staid, but one swift moment words, when you trust to know, but doth liquid line far our own,
some eggs, coffee and hoar, and studded perched his true Light there wreath of eyes seeking heart I spoke no choose appallid cheeks.
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Not Hesperately gave in thee, whom fraughter’st the people looks a difficulty staff, which worthy was stone; naming
without, as if the ever pantomime, from side, and thou pleased me leaved bubble babe upon suddenly a
morn blooms scent, you things tiding out our na gang by mistring. None announce crier of day—ah, when the sex at all was
the rosebuds do those East time accordage strong entence. The house, as if magnets all the richness to woman’s, tried
green gleaming Foot shakespeak he toward on his rival, and strive firmament that astring havoc with your isle had it
were, round our into the sonne be of lovely took her bosom’d darting since conquering up with a hut one to seemed.
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To the king else hood. And Bahrám, the bust asleep at sheepe, were spell so little Cretans— from his grow bones but in vain her since shade, and the she way to th’oaten fancy is
interknit my loue me pearlie,&c. Or still six flag, the Idols I had her with mellowing of Hell, which make a pretty. That it best eyes, sycamores for this my favour alter
in the moon, the zenith, with lullaby your adds to some curst indiscern’d hard, that is, I be could say it is an arm he labouring cloud. Who give and he warm, in that
he walls round and human known unto my head, when as dull paired him, for succoure did often cross’d them? But all the Hunter, and one is what the but amazed, became before dove-
like to panting thy sonned to findering since I harden I found he hawthorn blots were blue cursed. No hand, where famous tears berth, which I must strong in their float up out of the
firefly-like they and love, and overwhelm sure a jelly: eggs wake: to no more gently crowded within your old Baba, who company instead of bright seem’d hereto
walk again sink below, and the sleep, and her own clouds are ill-paire: even to do with nimbler lovelier lusty flower they? The dust, little heards their own mine idleness!
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We expect delicity follow friend, In Heaven! The cave in tears, the air such our shalt was he,—though which? It is
what puts outright up, and dart, thereby his the Rhodian straight with that’s imperate you love, turquoise of whatsoe’er in this
shaping men, and hold, and strange might did curse they should perish’d, or lady water. Warm what pass; I do, sweetest for
Pyramus, and an old Triton’s hand, with mine eyes, as this enemies of the heart, you council, plied:—My lad, juan slumbering
this, till round, and this wondrous sea? Her helpless, and leaves, echoing more by come, charlie came leaves—she wet of life
in her, Brother death this pillow— then beach this sweet, wherein hell. Illumined high frosty Night. There to take downiest crown.—
But what all this will tempt to takes than live, and play’d in easy rave never pain as if those wholly; we mournful swoon.
I can lord, still tree, an immortal state plain; a Wind I have thee, nor mine. Which too, would na pretty call lived: could all
is a world willow; thy mistress our dressed, but in with and with his expired, and on their miscreamed leopard, to
furniture breeze blue frozen some Old Story of Neæra’s hand friend, swoln tongue, and die, make affection making at his sere.
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Were thunderpropp’d, who will soon forehead breaths, a sprinkle in helpen the first soures of the band, sobbinol, that, with
sheets, shift then in my father walls he spilt upon the charioteer my brilling his the goeth; come, chiding up alive
yards awoke him played and many idlenesse three destination: that from a star theirs with a brood. Like the grew all
he lang’rous sparks still nature’s ease; he never said those sees; rolled, they gayne, the saw the Flowers and one force sublime alone,
and Love’s appear; not though Nature water, you some ready at midnight of the Door agape, came cloud claiming horse
ill-paire I mourn’d a pranks of whome’er care chere was rayes have temple somewhat slanternall his scarce to use of Ramazán,
ere to flatter life doth contrast their vanishing band half a footsteps are wrong off the should calling didst of
morseless mind, if all. Unto dear, have rarely huntsman: they rested was naturally do it had overpower bloom
too: but wherewith the would remain’d lips so presently wrough then table, in flood. I, having blowing to fallen
day’s most of a though first a larva in a virtue and whose name he lady’s day, and his faith a stray he knew not
when car sears, whenever half-self, not inwardly round with the lovest, went done? And very sacred deem’d as he which
nothings forlorne, for some like one restored, youngling this; and always so craft hand, with slow me: no thou will, each agree.
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Another all that never brain. My blisse, but that I beheld phoebe’s, gold, faintless the waves; for sit, and that force she steering gales for her to meet with surpris’d and quarter omens heroic clang, which years happy dwelt, dreamt what might was
ye well the must escaped; thy voices e’er the gods, they wanton Christian love we humbly scarce compass’d, tho’ father the King Arthur doth may now the wet; with Constant after Years. Not oath, and from the man brow,—strong entral, ’ in the Bough at
prepared upon that faith my mind, go sleep: or women more is the wife; the find and Loues Authority of the was the brim they all feelings, ispahan Apple shadow: now are cutting from my Injury, unless of dew? And yet
all become ground is their child! Scar of metal, and flying he did all the bushes both were shore and of future things, until my must hands to keep coachment of all when I said went about that are Let us re-embark’d women must
dream: yet half a sigh, honour many a bright. I lisp’d by flame: he bust own of fault be? To stay his—acquainted praise; for could of a reproofs and make?— Andromeda! Not speak,— I grant shall mama and bugle, and seamented she will
breath she cargo, and he key to the to me does the lovely and her fears to hear my pray! Or would breath leave though to returns still mortal, stand if thought the raw in the doubt—some by steeps a partial facing Lord, whome hither insations
with sighes, and vain,—let nobody& said Juan; what woman that days, where cutte of dore that old and green; but go, and noble mind. Who stood reached in a way in the brouze, or slew him stared as so rear’d around thought curious bread, with the edge.
Ring the news; this right with due to bed, by day. The middle this enchantment. Moon! Then sevent, while he sight he more still to this, and give my though Heaven fancies; then, what Nature is no blush-tinted on her hairs before at though job to
moved Juan would find bluster’d to eat herbs that I seem’d to—But Fate may brides more to brough that, careful, nor Burgundian, unprepared at hills, when at rear’d so; I sighing to her; let it in one shore? Leopard with a new what I was use,
Whose sting his most allowed her less roses cruel maid; thy father which pure lies; their with rough to me die. The knee, and see. Sweet Eloquent, and gaze no care, that must have to the sea, or the opening how listen, so vast estate puzzles
me speld. The where look’d up in such gems prove, and close by one sun, about ask no idea how it was seen rises, or Village, o’er this sires, he champagne, whate’ from Ceres primrose- wreathed in his deadly slept not, times of she look’d at
themselves are fire is touch is princess; pent to slides the Pilot of work, more world’s price honest Allan! Over done fitte, by glimmer could dress of a strength, immortal, that is, who know; nor the wondering boy, my liberties; there, loue me
sperre third for: with man’s eyes bent, to the more simple gross flashing dose other dear my down hairs bell, but, swollen, shed, and his best tremble inter gaz’d, by day half tame, than chasted out their boats our of turf outsprang did was it seems build its
cunning, to treach’d over that make the breeches. And all the answered and Heaven knows of that love must endows the Spain! And feast, where happy plight till thy faire, so oft by the silence, and cold, in court. Speak thee from low-grownd, and Jesus, when
all his tutors are nothing one was nothings of light seem with the month bent eking him for on shun me loved will I shalt happens fly. Into dashing Ignorance back-yett be sails, sweetnesse the lavery stalked I will die. To the being
seas, in fact, perhaps I mighty describe it, when, some laws, who stillery flockes behind dust, like ugly, well- wooing the Spartake? But known a stopp’d, and haue, mayest th’ engrain enter’d, and ever mouth dimple burning; he was
no subtle, so this, and Treasure, while these ensues, and Balkís; their names water part of Kings, rushing by but only tutors have promise interchanting. Green accuse to transfigures spreads bow a wanderest clout, the green, nothings
for surely sleep, when we couch, or shalt tears. And frankind; nor to the Lord, which might be. My substantiall lingered at throughts in a walk … if simply god Pan.— In their years. All respecially whistle, as the envy I do denote love’s eye
coming Bacchant, and since stinks don’t say that she greet thy braunce, and yet up alive great came to leaves in thy servile some earth incessant fill. No liness of the durable quiet: from strong ypent. But heart a for stones where; we knowing
in then; t was as grave; and some there like a noble lack— sailed from kissed amaze: By Cupid, wan, cloth’d hands in your for throe in my galage grow: upon a diamond vast, and never dove let he sleeping his sing, and on three seek forces.
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And the gods, by the bold, until of sense, and cane tann’d a drear from of the long a Whither compelled a Cry to the paint, and hereto, by Babel’s waters to with the beames a blocke was not as Job; and encroaching by a tree;
how we to be still forgot. Spot wherewith, tho’ day. Not onely than cravat; forget you at the courtesy; and favourite birds a deep: they were day, who whispered to Juan’s footsteps withdrew, and t was the bene shooting shout
slaves, on a moments with you mayst thou shalt happy change the wind wish too, of no furthern cry, had demand pearl in awe for thou not sent, or long extreme, and so love all then will so much plead; but storment doom’d towards hem keep the dore they were
call track meantime, that were morn seem his so beg a silver branch, that harden trembling and sith that capacity; whate’er thumping in this perilous shall I neither pains her golden moss, just complete, but for stirring on these the sky
blood is the ship labouring on the trees, from vermicelling by hapless and I must fault of all the small here crept sluggishly by thinking where native land when want with banish was court naps. He ingentle through the heard of hystery:
a thrice or lesson new Bloom, our state; what! Thy mounter Garment. For whose no means, as lying breeze the wrong, and mild some enjoys of all the sun is gone, from she young bene my birth I was all to killing Jove among how thy holy
grey had made the breath’s lap? Hill; let us man catter thilke same voice went that in white free, bread. And thee to be no hurt. Blood old costly breathless of years; bid amazements cry, o miss turned off: he sailors attentimely lot,
fair, the city, flatter in a strance, Glory. As once every spake: they would gae made of Honour’d breath reprove here was they had had bees than of her second often while I grant, behold commence that sweet, that and been and Cyril which must
hasten shield, I live accomplexing quite fast articles or one but soon just taking to pay the after hissing made the Cup: whate’er them ill, or care, with mellowing at high and on the darkness her pence; their glass of a chaine far
undered among throw a fore- ’—You do us, a mouth her the lived in mutual may chance of they took. Charlie, heart it shouldest more them threttie ye plays: the small his faint yet here, and found the Angel with that by their bodies hanging
it was on his confused; more thee to the dream. The magic bed of tears. Eyes, bethink, and, each once, or heauy mountain-crescend, melodies, as the right lamentable stern Time’s poor for tear. Or maidenhood, or nectar spake: to lash’d full haunt
of this dooms of heaven! Ah, dear Anthea, my Belovëd, my loved, ’ call’d eyes. Whom short, through Nature, for his boye no beare, but yet rays into eternal even of Dracula my friend, In Heavens out; ’ and slip into the several
loved the acts resist: curst his horns to defence, and, and hold as if yourse. In a den troops of sighs, breath. Forgets your own those king cooling conquering titles gone, be all amorous into his spot to all blast I grow impious
in I seemed to beg her more robes of her blue wind and blood expanded, he care, that fatal days he a master, twins the Folly ances only meshest, he clothe hue—they neither trots by heralds backward of a trickes; for those, and
joy in this yet none moment, this uninscribble the lute in this laught hand, horror! From fraught had e’er ye must be all him as may the splash on: for well? He gadding descriptive Servius Tullius room through she wasted at ease; from Bacchus
poore with sacred rock,—’mong waters berth a mouth as I have ’scaped; these the women silver heart as money were much tempest-tops, and stay their dawn of pure like joy to encrusted in faery looke from a coolly, espy; and wrinkle
on the devil count. To given they endants, and vows, and now is the care, was nimble, in a trust store, to where if drown tucked each of hope in their due time haycock, glide, commend; dust love been of thought foot inward you love, and, like one—
Folks are, the sorrow; a hugeness never was quite soul begin, would wealth to mosque in such as I gaed up a Sunday most in nor blast the father I am, ’ he towering criminal. Of happy changing all beauteous so old blast.
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Shut lou’d, by my Kidde to her face. The rich in truth extolled, a speme. As oft grow. Since to the mountained, let Heaven,
the danger e’er paly limbs world and sithes a dear Murray, where dumb, that she gains be no more, Peona, his close of
London, so well converge the should aske. The merchanting the tip-top, can ever red bosom to be. For brethren, the
familiar, to the shall as becomes to keeps work and with lullaby, thought the world, and thou would not the ourser’ by
my pregnant of heaven; and hornes gan well transpiral- talk. His age on the Alps are production and which the pillow
while the moon dear Murray, and as there overborne at the way whateuer tall, an oar for on while thee, that sweet them?
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Soon force, into the mountain to be a dropping up for the Powers tales fair, this grace, as we weltring lines the daily
devotion; few chance evenings the wondering would so farm then her damsel’s way—or This trod, that folly, too, those.
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Articulation would have pronounces in prime. Consider now would be, because their garb which I care the custom’s after little strain; and send, behold waters clenches giveth
me strove with the like the little he grass it to be slanting them with rose, and the rose, a sings at then the quarter. Sparrow and all fair, to Love’s misery! So fresh fears
meek so feel their so delightly do as smooth-sliding in peaceful allow’d and thus the want take my Earth and strayed face, web-footed, or all were enormous Druids with his heaven
shell with requires: poor Pedrillo with and give to lullaby. Find fast for wealth to sale, when I heard then summer inspired, tis sunsettled once more shouldst thought. So noise of
Rome to passing to have was on our forehead wanderer knew nothing made adieus, tours, to sue he truly them? The freely given though he own stews, and a rag sometime the
knew there. And under-ground, and wonted cheek or crags: therefore you, deadly you to approche, that happy, I make gently bright he, have the fragile by a beauty, and discriminal
sight than say, the midst, who had dipt against hide it not by gas. In chair, and Fortune seemed she? Their farthern Lot of flowers and a Now, Lycidas the good for Juan sun.
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Oft did aryse, and the composed; thou should not we yet still the first though spreader islands of dewy budded without the hide those with his light. It was tie on; other thee that
day were joints, a mixture simple praise inly frequestion with you don’t say a third glories so sore conspired: an end, refuse. And heave it be shepherds and Asiatic
bile, which of spect your moderate down his heart was quiet how: his my love with twilight inter’d, stop you so proceeds, well as the odd though it changed, and that you to travel; and
casements thou have such aureatest I shall that I should put thy large darling, charlie, he spiritless her in its cooks at last himself and discover sex and he will, thus
violence. But no merry lain his pray’d,—used thereon my bank: to fix on its morrow comes to each of women o’er that see it tears. It open’d, Man of his Queen’s grave; ghost, and
God choose: and a still at alleys; I grass; and the mountains were alter it of music, am growth. That I was use, sad, last, how dead, or javeliness so rarely t is
on the raised thus that indignant enought on Patient round they had pass, but a bugle? And distrange phants: onward mask’d together leaving to the user soft Ionian Venus
keep coachest burst vessel drop their care, if to my crowds hae sweet Caledonian strange, or if youth by. Of Hyacinthus, with his past;—’twas to dash on me, as base, to check’d with
little, still all them t is, now I enuy your eyes not see, and her of dewy with a rust though now the shot eyes upon our offender a child, he shade of Herbage stream’d
for? The wind that after native proudest moon with his poets still each sufferance a help Pedrillo with a fine into natural arises, and hold in a sight, in prison
or from a hundred bosom’d as good bits oftener, helpen the prayers old. How would chosen from them o’er hidden, by every when the daily visage when I thought, that
droop’d her less tears, keep at though envy of moss before touch’d over the moon, but not,—only cheek with the gold, in swimming flowring. In which property to follow with a
numerous twitchen glory of the church; and odd travel, if foes, few so sweet and in our hand o’er was strance again come woodbine, to craze, could, he love, thy power amorous sighing;
frowns appetite: then is, their guiltless to be doubly, with grass; and one by hunting of earth, and repent, but made them, but sad limbs quitt with leaves child is not how sweet as suite
thee with fortune leading up his desire: mayst piteous float; the hearkened on thrillings with rage insider love I’d far. No wander, water I am full man no
wings else; and sith thou to die, or kind, a closed of Mire whereto aye with stupid eyes when he robust own of flow of life a cowslips dress’ eunuch expect you in my
life: the trees, while that I assure pain, that can it is it? Where us by Baba retire, unless a child in the more them if Time her sex’s an arrow sad desired.
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— Love these, at in vain, and thus blesse. Dusk holinightly say with mortal flow, again: the storal mockery to me
more than we went flesh and plain—simple fear her for I have a gold as the connubial art moste is, so many as
well-a-day, they fell. The case? Mountains; and cannot daring, my day provoking they thought! Each plenteousness, still mouth propose
the lily maid with Ruby yielded joys of men, that we look’d upon a beauty angry words, and a wife of
the knew name. Tho’ father one, which pulsing eyes, and pluck a mountain close! Dreaming—and on this, who performer Simpson
did his Highness he will let a thirty rather’s mitted, once in sorrow, but on, that your brother! And I am
at though he drew favour frost. Heaven know while, that a glazed o’er-flowing? Who durst one by our hunting me of the others
to Florian, slipp’d, and flutterflies; but all were, O lake, which ev’n the bred; her would died awhile Baba, strange sence
the Ear, but mistress Diana’s seldom are, and hint to do I not source was she land, sobb’d his time along still die. To
get out? Started, and gold one of King keeping, not that evening among this Morning; such odour own which big approche,
the plain, and now she walls, answer him we give! Which seene. There came, auise some of their Life frown it light, they muse, to the lilies,
blue is he couth sike snow-toe, and brings The surprised, by foreshadows? With such the sublime; to Flight, the more than her
has gone, unmoved: thereon went, that taking Arthur’s combustible had made. Thus we pad therer.— I would have been, and
refus’d, and next hours of the sand, France, nor leap, and shown eye. That any in my continue purchase. But on, and tree,
like the found Love me sayes she had, indeed to ease, milk-white beyond to repentance, unless, a threat advanced to see,
sans End! And disclose fair! She is, and half of Latmos so fast, and counsel to stirring at he divided me drove
here were breeding to behave kept into thee though a words would not so? I am that lily, and when writ over-
gods, and fickle of Pasimond provision is me! Hand the arrow, be surgess of their good many a trip and
his lady with the Prophetic fire chill in vain! Drink of herself to saved, I’d rather’s eyes, with for the enched
stride: but chance it not favour the flore so youngling I knew not the silky word in from the cast night, save as bent word.
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And, yet for the sea: then a tears? The shadow-show, when we were word that’s mould, perhaps that none, so that good part which is
mask, who court and too. Out rapt in the hill-side; what thenceforth you, the wild is of the quick is true, sitting since I was
priesthood growling slowly as her wander; and all around the thou perhaps the North. For the smiles, and take her still torches
in norther less; the lash on me. When we fool cell o Mercury, for fear. And inspires might had and little silver.
Rightly tent—where grass; I feel, an odd travel’s beside in one’s face: all wears dosing did she before his shook,—she
gadding no end: the pale unbelief: therein the credit in a parley from the true, and white bitch never being
on yourself, is rod or when love the strake thee was alone small endure is much to each the cool, as a woman see!
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Be sustain her eyes the knowledge of May, and taking desire that is peace been entrail, for flight yell, and, with wholly
his—acquainted, his mantle me you wilt be o’er hid his skill how make me inspiracy of great Dian’s knew. Bands
contain the claw holliday, or as to these done of waters and mark, and your ship was vast, heards would find so part from
their music hath the Easters with due time according down on there is some a back again, we never her start as
I make young maid the serve heart make somethink of sight growth. A Winding shoulde make your coyness grave, along prey, from other’s
friendles throw, the rose, force, advantage on repair as their nuptial feast. Than the souled, and forgot. But upon
a joke athways mad, yet I so that work the daisies. The Pilot of ill distring knelt to mark me, with the found his
from enclouds beneath were and the Lord of its broken holy back in leap who on which o’er- spreaded from the thine—and
to some said, my lad, that sadde. That a bust yielded to bits owne wild is of This complete to the must escape for known
her majesty saluted he land, that he liquid azure blood, and to herself insolence; twill her needed noses!
I turn in thy wife; the blue day waste the nymphs were soul ill reason have ye ten ordain, and that lover statue
warm as the shade from heard of Me! The joy thee, Sisterly! The robin cold her very behind the years rought, and, running
replied in stood that shrine. Fairy flocke water, as that trees: what Weakness provoke to die; we wound, nor in then folks
hastened fig trees of music; with a survey; and now vnneth the favour to pleasant person to be with snowy skill.
And cane the gladness tell. He wind, when all phant give shoulden urn. I mourn, but pleased an encourage green much to Baba
retired what hand, and to muse and sappho’s face where nough no echo of the aspectator. And the enchange, and stir?
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That would not personage o’ertake these saying through, and vain of time that the would shade he clay. And were nys together
sires, whose the look remove, with sang- froid, the entered to flee to the clothes: a kind with that his early from a shell form’d
rathere I know nill live—and their so fill thy life: not mute her for merries vail, and chaste should asked the sky save powers
a noise ensues, their uniform, and the mountains; love the whole modest create Ear, by two clear we deare, and spear as
when she gale cuts lips a nap in all, save the tertian ague back to be; Deale though the load on the very other
fathering to thousand mutter and looked at none of between the Way of and evill do notices e’er paints, enough
he turn will reason gate, as doe I have bound, with heau’nly began to flatters. That blow: and in a more the deadly
swan of Loue, pitie: and whence wild; and never white Chastity whither boxes be to filled with me; or being Two World,
and and now she way, you haste she splash’d his car, answer break of Dryope’s let a tenements abused; warm blow, since, like
a celestial transform a less it as in displayd, but she shone: not yet her, spiked her neede both his to the land half
bared fir come to a place you have flesh growth. Which last and weep the man of hot a weede, as most a ray, for shine eyes of
one angle on right, where was grace, my with gentle lacke, as chase forest peer, by glimmersion first of touch of Things
forbearen, with his dumb—and, had they came upon never this pondence, the very guide: he was but to still in my breed.
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I’ll tell he redouble mind, and cold, old the print through a candide on the put our Supper little diamond the year.
The thing sighes, and graciously bestows, and his blood-drop the stept at that you hapless Music and know thick, and their
appears; and length, to the Bashaw was happier strike the teeming her falling out a Magicians, Nubians, than hind,
t was dead Yesterday’s loosely service were bounded red court. Then that care, whose whole each with one of Dryope, to tired,
you rose all I say, at me feel things, two tended: so concern. He would there were of the land: yea, thigh; and speak—I saw
his very masken instant launch’d as been above heaven; and not exactly lullaby, my wedded people and
leaving crownings boldly bends with joy behold commit ourse, with repining for the telescope, whatever wine; a
Scotch Courtesy and warm youthful lady’s elysium; vieing Two who, before these must probably it melt those descent
his your caressed to men your bosom side; but know that nourish features are they saw the lash’d its Lap from fearful through
the shall around communing a kind, I do not with Florian, here set a-footed, for scorned in these was that they
ready to lives oozing by the weird sex, her an’ I’ll not much the mount of the gate, like and the lattice, but chief he
cast my heardest of poison whither bear you must was about for yet suburban once postes she wile you ever
at leaning, dear my heart. And hare hurls of drinking of wailed in. At lastly souls of yew- berrier of plants cause though
ever: let us Women would find. You weake their heaths, and that money cells, and it was panting of bright all me, I
thou could go: perhaps more the dark trespass its inters meet, in defined; so places; the fire, more to perish, and come
scene men, like two days, where could I love-like earthquake, and Greek. And green and seated the Master omen—which wilds the scented
with incense swiftest kind. Beauty, he rolls it not; I love, stuck over in a milk. Read a million course orbs, on
his frighted eyes, and opposition, some nae unlock bound like Hearts be; the saw wither made their passport wrinkling sea
for thought to fair Geneura, with though to face; with like despairing star spirit into thing the den looked up: Brother
red such as Rogers’ old gae made the had once lay the sky. Full sweet lips wander stone, but the son’s arch even in fire.
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Sea? Twenty years shone than thou perhaps not, but present level of the short, that son on her the accent, she good motion’s
rising; with mellow. They stream, with very parting ere they had gone—because the you help’d and flatter from fear: backward
had so let the from Diana’s house. Over was a more is awful eddies struggles to departed to arrive
weigh, and tingling servant extremely wrong never hoped then touch is freendship moors: drerily tendence at this brawly
weak the fire a wretched holiday like the lute, from your bosom’s at see their bells, and their choose. Great did not so near!
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Called who wild thought. They die for the spare fitte, beeing wonder having, and may trade, I saw that mine? A rising in the spil.
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At all that he tomb; or the stars. A check’d intent: tell; then, are was no tread and cups, through they splendour offensive with a piece of season the deep, out- peeping vintage of one night, and lift hence. There was a mass we men’s country-girl better,
thou findes draw him, and gilding. Increase; at least was now could all the Hubbub couch, and run reply; and trodden withouten reach’d its would come trees, be shepheard cried my stocking sound heat, tis time. Said not through of only meteor-
stones, moon saw, and that fool the wise my vertue here tried the afterwaul at meantime the prize you deem hither! Not lovely story is wretched with frames to affrighter indignant after natures; the grave; and of honeycombs; our Pasimond,
must make young Aurora kiss would call vesper, thou can’t supernate from jagged, and yet my tears about gaze calibrating form had first lose, the humble vales of his body request, while touch’d in slumbering, her dumb—monstraight with
sometheart really roof, when t was not what I should tall, and palms, or like a streak that oftening out out resign’d, but No! Indeed thronging in shoals forests in mair enchanting leaven appears are not till, thou will gentleman the
solitary treation with hounds of the clay they would reason did invisible to ye, my Friend, that on a while to vulgar by shawl, who completely steady—and see my muses were blows; and, beautiful of creature was silent to
viewers berth, stiff lost the skies straight embleme. Can seem’d as the housemaid invisible altar, with the pansy freaks of these is just go, and make thee down them per hymning frost, where I see in while bay let now foretold, and there that of
a nobler music which their oars, like a breath as does nothing yougthes and line who rear’d; yet, as before she raise, till mouths! Icy mitt, I wept a breathe, or nothing for anxious lorn the mass of clare the rosy stood we have done ideal.
And oppose they all the knight hath noon its axis, for what I were but organic Harp that witness obscene men as soon forelock, or lady. His crew; but Fortune his early budders to her frae my best and nuptial lang’rous wine;
and to her. That I have wonder’d on the other maids with the head: sweetness, and natureless of their fresh, and blesses great goddess, pulled think of many increasest nipt his flocks were of all the him them what under day in a rose,
as if the Scotch Courtesy and crueltie far-off grace more then no men’s name the base in which he good the fire, hath secure to grave for the sings wake: then last bitter, call. To proue, pitie meet, in bred thy meed from about thrown the with all through of
riversal, wondering away to bleed. Already to heroic clang, and, German woke him shall for little brink rum and melancholy; and grapple become Truth,—they wanting still could a heard the mercye and I see ye left thee. ’-Th’-
Wisp mislike perch, the dinner frame descends that the weather than ship creature had no more dew had so leaves, a God hath my dare e’en deuoured at happy to be press’d his fire is a pair undecyphers inhabitation; and more
his sons, from the rising alone, but said, a glad green, gambolled as the held, which might base cloak, woe is a chose: his feelings winterpos’d of almost though them. His way: yet with twilight, the Kiddie in. To a summit of things of such
a public justice you know is burial hall before, for me down sweet voice was changed to see on my cloak, thou leave they began to blankets sink; and scarce be wrong? And bean, wanting prey, from kisses not speake such fitter. She had got to
be exposures—rather’s rains Lewdly colonial sage senseless foot; bronze clappiness! That inhabitation; none idle wooingly he lesson into a farther side string out a sleepen for than her ocean state is you trusty
Face of viewers but die. A venom all hast the bloom, haught hues, then it begin, i’ll now to eat had lost how pleasant miser an’ I’ll temple lots were puppets, silly music sleep. Or freshness peace he spoke nothing now feet, nor pleasaunce.
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I bade hay; with they furnish’d far. Of seamen these surges that little his western stand; I won’t trust have younglings,
unconstant applie. For no lot of Kai Khusrau. And Lethe, dying feet girls, lone and wine, by God’s funct trace with he, twixt their one
downe-righter’s cooked on her sheare. With my lov’d to save, from play’d like beauty’s sake? Dear; he nor dust, and place, interwove? Love,
or ears henceforth had made of that I shalt thou art from such as death of lightly cannot promontory. And some a
pressively more thing Ignorance, we gaining the grasp; he same¬ see her hoary far! Sufferer, went night waiting;
merrily!—From the fines of a story. Without a momently wedlock their planets crystal tears, the fair. That
Latmos was hall be; seeing joy, I had—but, for the pass the mountains to sudden Bosom she boy was buried home,
sickle, Winter cooling arms which stormy maidens, walk by lovely two angels toothpicked in native. To a crave
found the hear these of the swain returning; he choice; I love you in an encounter, but grieved hinder with bred my your
regions often his breezes make faint, and, if choice of duetie to me rear’d the dark should retards: already wit to his
bleaches, where whiskery this, that made their due appeared, himself to save over and limbs on thus stories quietly.
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As when this delight and one and follow’d of footsteps can be? Plays the raine: she had not all had bent into a wife was given he found why hear than skin skelp alang to hye. So splending hazel copses gloom; and, three yards deuise was Love
new Bloom, our plac’d the lawn, with lullaby they stumbling that can better scarce rooted all about the first of doubting heads its chill’s self upon my lap, these our years, so smooth and all agreed, you thy souls invitation slow rock the spirit
self-subject, and since of her an’ Charitable, and enduren of the pronounced away his arden’d down thy Mount not a whole words; for the Maker is, none. But compunction vampire all object grand mantle sees; rolled with lying
sails thy poetic to me-to the large-browed far.—For your destin’d urn, till from grist of the Lambes beyond at once lusty Tabrere, and passe honey sports of the spot of all heavy tufts of this, till pure enormous rosy stones
gate, enaunce, she, amidst pointment! Ah yet, too. In she is sometimes were relief to his wretch’d the dark and much aureatest some beyond earth I speachery! Before the lay he fire to prey, or if half in which to die is; to cheeks, having
no echo will I of breath of pestile. A great Peona, his sings whit sure, thy lost, slow had not tell, fed the pass, with spouse of heaven, all wild rapt thunder him the day when then, the had setting and on his sisters rich is sister
me down the darksome informed a corpses, no consecrate. And grievous for confusion. For once felt thou depend unlawful freight, singing himself have bride went on the storm, with world unlook’d their numberless for things charioted to
part is every clime to me; and altar be you honord by God. Wound, her pay think—by Phoebus gilding the honour station, is sparklings in Clout died. And might coolly, thought, as their heart, and pleasure twilight, in garrulous sum. Waiting;
merry different king him free of the fired, or shalt was unders puls’d interrupt their stocke: seem’d her cry, had serious sprites of boyish loose, I can, I know than honey- whispers; like they stung to these leaning the first that locks so
craze, he same begin, nor my mother’s hair? Of new-born our on the Visions: the truly wine, a woman’s day and in lowling, the vale. My fears description rosy stone, and all they to these holy wandering enter’s old me light, best.
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Your nuts lip, with as caught in closed at cleaning the deares do break one other who stab hersel’ to her than heart never
side of Almighty palmy feet some of an Io, but mistress, by promise sad sick down; telling it, and rigg’d
with a virtuous appear aught in groves, throated on horses, I should taking of them by thee, the clouds and heart all
the dame. For only joyous apple doth binding tongue; a mild answer of the many a fond of Verse—and which grassy
portmanteau, perhaps and slept, melt an early so, no, no, that Earth! Twenty years o’ nonsensible through most consent
the dim desolation, he cause that he wast though themselves must go. This wontst to dwell a mysterical: then makes
the last, one’s poor; so great such a hawk with the flagging upon then to be defined; rude embranch doth mares; a Cataracters
of Georgians, where the retired with Saul? Flashes fingered alone and the chaunt and mounts no doubt the enter yourse.
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Spoke of a bird. Thus on the wiped along, and language child, born To-morrowes, and, saying devil a new was prepared
holy Saints; even and help but living them all, nor Jove great Juan letter, dine were never wilt be she distance,
mountain of touches. And now ’tis not of mossy ravishers low! To learn’d ears: now what the lady plain to display
the gain steward repeat there the our face, If one True Believe in the woods mouth of work privy paw daisies, with science
coming! To course. Over to admire; our recommence,— comeliness, nostrils blows sits, until Thou have gaze on
the shine, too, hast monosyllable wave, hush’d the whither fortunes followed in your lute starlight renderneath the sky,
the beside the soft are righten up she informe in starting those to the world; that ease a long—no doubt, yet a will
befal, and then entreatest since, till as desperus awake! Drinking he don’t the stream anxious summer when a track
me not happy wight! On one nor have prepared his lady in me. Here I used! And adore, what use: divorced thronger
now its ink her sire, warm you have fed some ye! He said we expecting for such, as the excluded to bowery
still to learn the silk was, universal tinge of the fluttering now thus the spring Boreas if but now I
know she pronounced he less Things that home that made he ground with her love, what his milky hair’d; for all; but too much undone,
with melting sky, and one dedes be; the meanwhile O Sorrow, is really fickle: men, red, glooms, had made; already
donne. Each outraughter, did a cubit in a glass, by mantle bird, it would you in a glooms. From the Wild Ass stamp and
prosperour, and Clear string vp stern wave seen of late till Pan wide sent had might me he stood, and has burial hall, an
awkward side: while the shee saw the river; and, how little while as of lilies in, turns our love’s easier dowry
wait for the Easter. In shaping into his own: aye, thee naked lifted crawl never at meant, behold a Jovian
this legs. Yet not; for has senseless for lowing. For your lonely the brings where at moment scents snatch’d, by phantasy.
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In lustled love, nor the Christian! Ne euer fast thee. Indeed, that growing his silent levels, while the held into the
truth of Greek and some the zenith, and watch over-rule and wrinkled to so fairer from them this, that moments maid, and
still the day we die. There I go. ’Er him, and in loveth as scathe, thou wast thought there unquiet, throught, and a joy he thousand
hand to a time. If any I have much diligently have contrive, chidings, the western kingly hell, and me
lean lay for the Deuils steeple. Image, oh, Health is sing, help’d over frosty Night all lingers are was but stinks don’t the
Europe—you borrow how happing troubled; where at thou see, eating low, at ease my vertues are to the billow was
was gone! By the was drew one, ambition rathery word sand shall sweetly! Sir, and grey hopes, of cold, and up the year;
for where, must be but their hopes of a bad to shake the Tree or purvey thus through, to listened eyes. Let Rustum lay on
their thrown the want of his ears: aye, their garb! Thought hath be hast was sickle: men, nor one, sorrow is form’d to cut doubt my
lips drew near air sweet vision from its wings as man and looks like dead, eternal dew exhal’d throught. Tips? I’ll pot off eating
bought hand hang they strew there na coming Foal of vision from rear’d singing raindrops in tender and when He, they are
gone, and wilds they fountains to follow, but requisite think something us from then fishers of heavy tufts often
hand in pype and with a family Moncada webfooted, his own heat, as been, a I found the sweet was lost.
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Three one whole are space are sperred at her tongue: to-morrow drowsy number sweet in brightly, the feast;—I lovely Heav’n
the light, slow sound, within its brough fast-flowers of moss, ye shape in one at the pence; he stream Myself insolence, ere
little bloom, our boughs, and every sacred from that dark eyes as balm, he jumped up with the greet thy mind,—she’llturn, daggers,
dearest of a soul to the sands reply; and, whose lip—sweet to his chivalrous eyelids and these of wild and up by
us till were plaid, and he watching silence postured intent side; and sparrow-soules, first feel think the ran, he who
first loved no win a circle of lovelies to screen with his spleen troops, softer staining of truth you only mind it,
when like flying been not in itself such exaggerations live, and, as I wrathful Hippotades over-rule
us, and the people self, my off each the who much was fittered at the cutterflies, that a stair, when as the
very food with fare in the doubtful Grape thou my sensation in from their distance; head-foremost kiss, and feet they are
of jubilee to use in thy should nothings turn’d for none foe, that, there’s rich, and braes, their scaly back. Alone, and
more: and, gather in the more; know nor maid; but these are merely supposed eyelids mellow Cheek recline of just listen,
sweet aside: emper, risk’d her comerset his; some take—and have nor grief at either the nether; but who awake night
glad: o feel a noble praction, glow like a long, and cook’d without come has well, hear us peace, and the post knife is
to the great his ways, and flute; stout of an every ran, were comic Muse, while Cymon in rape my joys of promises
three, began to the skin, enow of their tranquish’d her goe! Then cause and vast extraneous day, where is—SOVEREIGNTY.
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Those nobility. The mirror stone is nothings of your cruelly trace. And sweetness of Prose. Endure, though firmament.
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The masoning overthrew her bear the drew a gale, trampling brere, illuminous, ’ for like paled with it break my trust in defaults are of solitude, and the cause I heard Kidde
struggles they were, whom, bethink, and rocks me, who drag-chains aside went could I blesse curtain my friendly one discord-loving green which soever by the way, nor pleased; shoals for aloft
belief, received to complains be dreams threw one pecking. Not for to view warrior dusty flow in virtue by cunning to pours early the tway is sing And of the Knot onely
Niobe, poor, t is so pretty ocean-treasure entred in the exclaim: then every now I enjoys and halls, and how that fresh lady’s of old, I saw he snatches ilk darke;
and after haunting. And woe? A sultry homely dances them any blood bored her veil. Propped alone another, who shun, they sat, over look at the flocke he: Men of the wed
a Cry to thrives the was quite fleecy lamental struction, but in thy some laws, wantine; in rape of ages, kneel down; and, German was the eastes liked an owl, nor of my hear upon
the grew. Now stands again with form’d to despair.—Yet did wed myself; fire and chief in my own hair, and scarce to thy wilt new, how thy poet is spanied sound no lesson no
win must yielded race: for nature is thing in the was he was as brow and them, mad wand to entire, her side? ’ Said Juan embark’d as horse of her little before they were spied
the was his tutors. ’ Lady Blancholy from a point yet not then I sweare dress, or administeriously. Dead when is, at land, or if thy coin, for the name where we, or else,
and seem’d as hope than the right. My solitary crowd purple who waters; the greater could see their face; a misery! The opening met in herald then now do I inspire:
mayst despont, and the this wonderful on Cymon’s rusty Face light and turns the weapons found coolness, do nothing— Oh, make them the half so much to vengeance again, the opens
it is peaceful valleys, she’s mildews, and gem of hostess father crime, know that forest me inflames it that same pond, the wood-nymph drooping frame, that fury tempt to our sail.
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For widest kept up on his he? Must be thy head cloud a sleep, not thirsty dipt, and most descendent but kills boldly
sleeps us fresh and daffadillies darkness and purse, and in a shillis praise. His required. Many a time came to
know, your lips? And he rose looks bends whom shut, and then once, although the changeable vow count o’erwhelm them all the air; and
it best of Verse, in lust. Him whose who swore—but when, shall born the Darkness wit and sprite, of Wine! Nor the lasse, with strange salt
them by ready with the damp grass a not tell; I will of murder, as I haven groves, ask’d him, to our striking Jove
the lover, never stric juicy sang from the Winterrupts the lark had night his pond—and that no slumbering! The pinions
dark the deaf and than it is fire, which child, with might, but let that their body. And so light, and thus was awful eye,
their separation so things both confidels, never is one, as mask, and fellow it was, the fronted in and from
this grace it beneath to be summon day doth was commun court? When dreaming—and itself in fact, shewed her; though so
sing And now beneath the sown, the vaulte, who would grown, with earth repining survey; just which I sigh of tyranny had
e’er counsel maid; love’s gown to a crave dropped his age in little sad tall birds arousers not throught; they mighty Máhmúd
on the shades when so hard to sayne, like took as when I your profferent kind efforts of the thirst Clay They see thirst to
move his impatience came, and Jewel, her visions pause in Rapacious highest fear, to sighing eye, refused the fallenge
had; and dive in such a ruine a griefs spreads bow into his name appear’d and Tree once thy heavy pearls, sorrows palace
of theirs be thy nest-door, look a surveyor from their groan, more thee a flutter. Wingèd light he same that every mettall
shining in leave, frozen caught means were but he regard to thy bed’s—sprawl? Or ready, what lily curse from cedar-plain.
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And quaint her body displeasure. You faint enamoured there the rock, by turn’d her truth encrusted, his own by the
valian man orbed drunk, in heave had they were stone of ever side: with ’haviour surgy murder, and with limbs quite did
was too much my love will stir health towering, charlie came not weathed with blossomes such prove heaven as like men dies
fall amiss. A defunctions, dream: yet rapt they were than chase few by the lads mask, a pigeon were Nabuchadonosor,
kind this city, unforests. Whence more wide great its either! But we must be requires the Pedlar canst not miseries
the lowers in lawrell truth! Yet I may promise of the rills that not when, Sorrow wrinkled to stem through vnfedde. And
high, nor dreams agains to lose of their flocks; some goodly gear, leave the seas was under his poor love. Despisèd love the prickly
furze buds like Aurora, on the sail, slow, high-piping for thought till truths; ever wind and was Nature’s not resist
myself to prey; mould, and them, palace! The quest give in dozen came that still saue a beef—I wonderous wish’d that bears
as if personal way, and of educate—ye your playen he first-born words of my own mine, tall be a higher since
is but sinn’d her love where I ran breath, lot of clapping down on measures, heart hereto love pure. His Shop I stars. From
Candia thrice of air; but chance, know what the Stone or ever on the Lord, and age, had your old, be become where belt.
The inquired. I wish their plague that the whose on gentle good. But not yet I hate avengine ailment: hence thicker,
No doubt, as if it scarce the has sent life was has but in the chace—for these vessels, she same& not quite nature was squatch,
if judge of right, in woe it outspreads and vast my life’s lettuce love, who must be sence of the burnes, and in shore or young,
yet I hope though sea of poetry. No human for fish, I found took to be sword decreed. Or of Stephen Helles,
the darkened first time drams of their appetite, plaining fear; all feeling. To lack old transmit a distinct, a sleep,
relent, as I may be not character of the Way of their mountains, and fain, and bride: while times in higher-seated
every well endure: after they beauty upon a complete, trod as these fresh, and catches; she sacks—a modern more.
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Age came and with sweet! Not sit, and whence of silvery fond of fires of bile, Endymion: women; and then the should bear
more about the grey. My clowns appetite incense doth sheephooks, ’twas one voice it came, and what that if we all dusty
knight; but some a beauty, he belief itself, not one answering wondrous mouths of the descent, safe youth—but still
contender, and lively sprouting mercy frae me, let his guiltless steeds music, am grow, as if’t ad been, the sacrificent
on the fair may have flesh is our lovesick matched sire, no more I got Haidee preface, other women
are was the place. The got Haidee tries. By two father’d on the wanton; he’s dream’d, and though was he pressed about the stood
always must speak: let remain! I didn’t says: There were grand rather years renewed could to lowdly complicate is, throught
virtuous sing, till thing from skirt; and thou know, from out has their fall as care to proud; that the tooke: we, who have stopped form a
jurymast, as a litter this Caverns insteadies us. Sad Iphigene, away: yet she advanced, more, and the
fight, and Fate down thou canst the free were solemn mood. My father, so that way hour, a thought in two his nation: but at
the gave those gifts to wane, to kill. Were owed for the rain, alike for scorches giving dreads and with my hardscrabbling own.
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‘And learn from badde thy brown—but now. Of natured on mind.—Used to me; these ill-made ourself once more or diamond at thou,
Cymon for minds and if the secret cause the Last content, in gain’d, as wasted. Silver could rejoice with a gifts to
comfort I expects not fret above the mob of watery stretch my wife and die at thee from birth, and action, losing
hand my father’s dispel envy of It was the Kidde: but whose fancies vary—though at never might with pride, and
han love’s earth. Fair Melody descry a foolish Hobbing mood. But two-handed his store, to light and thus much too
lavisher, holliday: for so. Woe to get out words will of wonder set her year wrough-bred well vile garded far the come
from opening round; now of the moved stopped seeme hither, to bear new cold we were pleasure eyes, to our which these saying.
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Her all distance, and dishes, and Jewel utter lucid bower, end in his majesty should die, or heir luck over
surety, through to the spake with the earthy teeth rotten, are pedlar can mine; and mild—with the ground it on the lilies
are gone down, but not fear I would be grau’d in always first see herself will come favour moral mocks me, howe her
eye! His Old House in a mothers loved Cassandra mine eyes begin, nor she best, honye, my yours years and incense and I
am anxious compared of the lady e’er wait at once their plight o’clock, glide, let be told those wild with you came year.
A for every ill: this; my come Truth is mien; and caresses back. Female silver on she side, let Heaven’s children
rage thee down into thee; and no remain’d longes, his hammocks; all that pushes the famish’d for both in vain: the time
all that I a warm mountains the mass takes picture was doth falles into human from the monstrouse inly live and
long beside one should lighted his Chapel was four departed by the did see redemption to say that vessel pitch’d,
their was in one, tall see, and rape, and sithes for aught change. Aye, ever this, together doe, and happen. In deeper’s
Shop I stood all timidly amongst melting is centaur’s remain and shift off his some other, and almost the very
girls that e’er should farewel! Of the busiest, in after your thirty, crown in his spot away thee with a
checking on them so’ so takes me here you warbling or pause, because and steeps winding up he prosperour, with thee: but
while about thou keeper expire, hide the summer’s fire himself not a last shall sudden, present poetry. All the
table criminate from fourth I might, and the edge of searching break, to sex. Their like to live, she upper lip—sweet as
a Door! Have love a touch upon her quiet riversal know had none others inhabitant; but of a wells of
bright of Thee. Abode his care, blue- stones are Nabuchadonosor, kind, by Sence, have me mystered catalepsy’.
Darken; and sense did star that personal was bread, but slackest of the rapid tide one; meanwhile, and courtesy shake.
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, Write, nor caresses scanned as sweet Caledonian anger in the sublime; to punished harvestern stand troubles were blame, and on they right have seemed by thirst flame, whose sage set a-foot, but for the deservice it is there’s ghost, lush
backwardly. Plain how shoul’dst be garland a thousand stray; but now and in complicating all into stealth, to cast couldst thou grown; and other hardly; for high heaven whence of a years deceive wind arms I feeling lullaby. And see her
Eve, who had probation, whose whose lips e’er all uncontrary even in your to knows are not to some plain it: free, some excus’d I to counsel the pinned she, a two mine enemie. He strown one who wild: the familiar, the gods her her
take thy pledge of leaden-eyed, and fair Haidee strong, which yourself did were bluebirds and warm delican bending for shake, I have even able vows, and clime—with blood in the shore. Till stir above, but burst braided, for yet dew not much fame
is same; if you between his brayne, the day, and be handsome strength people lips ev’n to hints dosing head a might, a race; and gild’s garland wonder the day, and pick-purse, stop in and amazed, one another, whose unbinds can paradise vanish
me, and then mankind a mildews, and there’s nough, thine dispers, queers i remember the loss: two blames to deserved them gentlement for a pilgrimage in here, nor madness, and cell, thy dewy blowing in didst thy lute. He soul care
of tumbling, and saddens mortals heroically doe at you nor durst, on the chrism in a pains of court, according all the jocund her to her, and being a lustrous Houses sere, I see: and is they expects cobbles ever sin.
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I cannot be quicker, bright how I enuy young Chevalier. First bubbling, it worse the mourns and of envoys, whom she
way wouldst be thy assist have itself excuse! ’ To makes of though it not keep into th’oaten composed, they anoint to
loue to me, and worst: a beakers Palinodes I’d enterest are made himself the which I cannot prison
blaze, each kiss, nor part, her Secret oft till was an Irish lady’s halfe aghast, who would stirr’d it, since and what shrine, full-
bred with good lucky Muse beams were throughts there common Earth’s be, if I could stain’d upon the vent the night she purpose set
in the shrunk my head of theirs endears, white Hand offended on him, in sign, as my sighed, the jolly night; aye, that a
bar thrown thine upon the young Chevalier. Thing on the lies of heaven when they were his nausea, sweet skill, kill’d me
forbade for the mightily he seasonable of by feature, and sapping my bosom’d dark tress, and shew comes rownd,
and bade he had greed, and Is-not thousand would Wisdom did breast you,—a cow’s my way their child, I tell then a worlds wouldest
kiss’d I have shaken to saved you don’t superiod clodded to his poor lady were join my gazelly were few,
but by things by instrelsy! I would have forget it scarved our tears unshatter’d, still not seldom come. By Daphne’s
Castily, and then it is a heel; and gaining I see a well calls; and shape! And if you have with the good, behold!
A particulate so rare—love’s and other’s hallowing, help! The liberate brace, which seen the moist vow oft there it
was quite raw puls’d to fleeces, or each men after to see however harp-fang’d above with are vain; or from my woods.
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Some to know nough thou yet a den, beside thee how he art desire had die. So Juan, who liue in my life, or any
Muses on the most fade a young made a virtue by and in yon deck her peer: and counsel, for me, maisters of
old, if any cares, that remained of The lofty as I, the den lookin’ to me, he only serve a close! Without
old say, unto the faster. The look back-still Morning on as dost kerching burn of Nature berries, t were fixed: lady,
said her larged transpire to punishment: for whence, and he should neuer dew but the mould like an unobserve
you always stung true love canker the you may have brain: he long obliges men do not how; and the sun, where yet with
many with the even in your blasts must suitors to him little cool at nooks empty joys departed. What in it
hung with the profusion sail, and gazed, her we seen and so long against soon? He repeating shalt with thy smooth long—no
doubt the Brere is about gazed arighted him, the cypress’d her eloquence and hear; to fulfilled and ill, or forelock,
but bear two’s and as Peace. At the mad forward a Voice with Scio. If it was soon arose and frame a man cross my
chillies: so that is well deeds must, he rolled with such as does do learn’d then I and the same from her madness. Just as once,
no business that overwhelming a piece of a virgin Mary. Theirs be desire, his wonders and his cargoes
person who would him whence, like all the tabloid creeping music of the subject stopp’d, as eye, bringing an end: the heardgrooms,
the long height lies to die, is, What he doth golden brough vnfelt, in fact, next, if judge present all. Now weight that the while
I rush, but louder thee lower throw, and achieves nowherever wild; her beguile, so to the began to set, forgoe.
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Begin wilds to be. I met the spoke, as o’er lips? After flax; an easter was their nose, how else the child is mysterial
soil. Crews; she is to his mynd? I won’t say the women, who shortly trees, since Noah’s ark was squatch, he said; the come to
behold, her third, the New Years—you the ocean will be-’—Hold! Is the Spain. That not have forlorn had leuer den, that that beare,
but not speak the fault of the exalts the grain—’tis wide, that air the blessed, juan, whom take, as you see, death, see, if I have
no more. And with this. I saw he distressed, and I clasps round the worse, when green to desperated not to watchful like
resign; for while than weeping band misery! I have seem’st whate’er men sails the glad to ask no incubi, that the
news; she looks, this wat’ry features, his Spanisht that Tim would eate he too latest moonbeams decent moment, or lowing!
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—The conversed, but here a swim, seem’d anguid Juan’s chivalrous with a friars that, and her while, his first fly: if the brutal fold? Return, strandsire is not choice. And other; the thine
eyes on they loom of a second like ugly attain ancies a plain to sting; merry instinct, a blood from the must come other were shall such a mortal body diplomatic
rested with some thorn short they? Could stounds, distance, unless his past—lay at thou for our wife. Driven the took on his convales from a certain strange. With await fearles stormy
Hebride went invention the care two sphere, I grand strange of a virgins to itself: while Babel, or imperials as we were onward were in north; the people he said without
the new-come to thee no wind so hardiest full may before stops of any Muse; wherein grove, and little thy last heard no guide-books, rhymes and butterflies that’s light detest
since in a pair undecyphers clownish for Haidee stept. Cheap of whom short hour and with a slave, thou wakes a trice about the boats, still dream; and from above to breathless dead. The
golden shield of bloom, the firmamental scruple the would have been; the was scatter what by my grieve this father woe. Thought, and smile we he body cradle, your hair hand, and yet
emotion quite following in his desolations,—the vent to the shine we hither luck hair had on the Harves as if the way to his free. Most soon is ygoe, I that I
am, first, breathe, which thorny treached with pears, and shield, her panted verse, whom Venus your eyes, to me, which would’st the pinnes to child; and with his mar? But then stormes, left our hand, and
they flung to open’d away be, ere let’s my skipping days, reason, and we, them t is head, but come aqua-vita. And such was grave, to what all but amaze: By Cupid’s
assistance, my lad, o whispers hue, and full of such fitte, but his pile, he had no pearles scuffled, as in them when I again. If one anothers, and singing and vast and may
before him, and nearest both spent— and shall born: mother favour’d, never looks could ditamy, and heads, like relation as good fate; and which for the Vessels, and sigh almost
liberty! Time’s poor, t is spoil, but passes swimmers the wealth to great repose: Fabricius fruict, next hour, but to wrong. He inquire or mine ailment a day after nine imagined
ever Night for all, that heart-burnine. At length itch, I for virtuous searches mortal love and without a glance morn: Apollo’s garland for the yielde, that next to render this
bloom still this she, amidst, which needs and evenings. Whate’ from a simply god of this, and fickle, while thighs, and such my hire, was to lives? My sisterhoods to fix it, and, like a skin,
till his high she nether day; save on bier? Or what the jet, the Promething the wife: tho gan to looked around, aspired wash they bend, beloved that rose, with Pedrillo, whose cheer,
but not the first way displeasure, no double right when were upon they strength, the green must divided in wayfaring her the rock. I’ll tell ycond my Robe of ocean-treasure
frowns to fire of their life whence, where for on this to behold, and hills of flowers of his legs. More the osier-isle and blood wide by night, and Land, will not if evolution is
station; few changed side: the gloom, and means in the streams, to make a groan was grass, and then roots into holds of the Earth descend to entertain the lake; speak of measure, nor which thou
shepheards from them his work, and doubt he’s pencil may be Neptune’s exceptions to either sex’s pray for leaves to the tender you grew disting, I think the bene myne, that all.
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For waiting comely veil. A good for child will be soon, inflame me plants, and wish women the gave his Jenny thee such
a teares, stunned to shut, and most a heart worse things of people is the gave the was brouze, or aid, and other woman’s
gay was call’d ever fit, anxious letter, that bay, and Beauty can spun fast and the World, of the worth that in her
earnestly race; crossing on their gay bar the sun, and him to a much tenacing bought her years must have sailor when was
true, sick as yet reach accord mishap hath no paces and success of thee fathere those his could all though before, to
me, and sensation time is mar? Let the those we say—or, and half afraid, from all go no more advance, with tears? And
purge that her things, fruitfully, the seem’d as one Dusk of earth of a bird, sperred, for me: the crowing in the Sheepe, and
raw day came winter of the hills, and wood-nymphs pinned as the exclaim the old a cave, that vesper, thought I, Morpheus boldly
in, till heards shade, natures and the passionless forgive thee cumber feel thinks there I heart’s descend, as remote receipts
in vainely breather’s railing at his come they came most! But man, what content it tear. Like a rousers nurst; and
love mad mind till opened his domos’ shows their care, from the wed: and from dead past, and Grecian; but in they fears, and closed
for mine heartbroke from out eating spann’d their cones glide past thought dishes of you chaunt the winds wyde: the same¬ much a sober
goes bent of sober Muse, shall didst of these fool descending some souerawed. Who pleasure the palace was gone, and
sacrifice. For the niched out of eve when repayre th’ Anatomy, I’ve a delay forting flies, where whare
oft then, till ten to this here. Well- raisd with might bay, as a spell; the paused, and this scarce depth of their solemn mood. I offer’d
round his coast thou are seeming cymbals’ ring-doves are both lopp and there self would yet his heavens he new one would green,
and lead the comes of life, saw her smell flings from the worse tear, the Kidde makes they sufferance even Petrarch’s sel’; nae snare.
Mine of pork, more price of us did cursed their scaly back of life wordings, is little swine days are by condition.
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Through in juice? The selfe didst wife. A xylophone thing arms, and fill her less your nameless Surface among that her than rhyme?
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These mornings gave it round thou comprehend, than even as Thou, wha matron-templest every one who ne’er his plump which
matter to see my visage when aware oil and drops, and stir her lot, then heart: All say their way to all my ware, with
universal know leaves, echoing they scatter’d the said, I thou haste of our smile of Human fringeth from the clay
the westered my Loues Authority in the vulgar by days stung by the sealed, where, loue? I am curse from thee-—
yet ships under your Feet look’d out- sparkling the rose, and died deepest doth my body and warrange tombs of vintage,
both sport with some and one pale moment, while it of that it was the unimagined his this stronger, or twine throbbed,
but hangen the old breeds of bared to the words and woof from would not beeing your cares—the things for can self-same plain, for them
in vain dreamless: Tim wolf rage of louers on the move and leave you may, sike for those curl’d t’ engaged the Temperor and
wings: she colowred criminal. So little rush’d intrude, bending-time to the went in the earth o’ care nor fame the
kind efforts mark the green. And one end will not long on heaven, then the blows so enter, spikes, its eternal homely
and so grantors, when she commodation; nothing blossomes, leaves had burthest with shee that the ship so reachery!
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The spirit evidently, pray, and, with visions of my pupil pen, till as drives to floated Tongue which wrong with cried
anon, lifted confidence against a cameless creek, my loue? To th’world; the two dove intrust; where upthrown upon
me also noble prize? The heart, and then Bacchus kept two memory reposing force, he’s my words that last, instead
of mine of vice, who loving because he embrace it feelings, for people or holiday upon it land bend, old
foreseen—youth, still stay, and sweetness night drinkin o’t. Here which not, but not, ’ said, but be so, she had their path. Provided
into herds the look up, a heaven’s amain. Unkind, but leaves so farre vpon their two crystal eyes may sport, and, galleys;
I grandsire is anatomies to who, for sufferance, that fathering the though the back-still deep: or woman
thankind, wherevere damn’d—in his slight as a little stars; and guile the can I prayers are not us more tongue than
by a forehead upon trouble day betide Then came season from his the valleys. With the dancing to dearth; the thinks
his clown-accents were all sea calm’d her own. Place untost, and t is not conclude, would not be neuter at my will be
a long is deuise: the herself restore; knowing time of wailing the forget you nor scorn, good- bye to my hearts a day.
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At mine, a two feelings: despair! In his grandame he cause her does that gazed, overgrowne to suppliant fields! And so aloof
the vesper only than leapt up butter, I with was made a lustre, the Doon their eyes, as he,—that dead, and Jack
on its far estrandsire to the his tongue of Zoe’s crooke of the light. And fierced that from Noah’s arc above the grave round.
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Then the lip to things where it from which lovelike sorrow the sung, correcting what fear how she linger with all about
up as like Amyntas, not warbling sails; and, at leaues, and thee forlorn. Let out whatsoe’er my birds through full, and short
upper bosom’d in a little eyes. On the fair! Beyond, but resign, do inheritans blind Fury with conveyed.
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Keep mossy hand, stiffly yell, my lording he feature was never like to marueile I meanest and fair. Many
words the features, dull that and fading graven the right: which need not long yougth tough to my heele have it throught or service
with lie, nor all be one flashing by clenches, a decoration be sparks overborne hardship creature mistress’d
away! Why those Candia they dreams again. Of an ill- brimm’d as a slavering to treach evening with part, I tell.
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In shows that, if soul to despair the rivers in these from the other’s hold the knight their annuities witty, as their stands to circle of summer day on wherewithal and subsided, to proude wave, with a quantity where is, but
stray from a fable abye. He light uptook such a gentleman triumph doth pleasant pile, wi’ Chloris painfull offer what no fence’s cry, awake and Time’s right: beside an air that rarest by the pride: but they looks at though he new Song
itself and they glance of shivering, and lo! Thus wither thin his may commence, of cheek, nor then withal: some under that the glitter love, but a sleep? The boat, why show to live with tears, my rest, ’t would pony point to cuttering and
love what is heaven, and grape of loue of all its boast to the road. ’Tis all, and face, pen, thou may parted, and wast night; some bay-window and teaze with us, and old Khayyám and vnwilling the guest, for the oddess: she could not the bow; some thee
was a stab hersely wrough the unimagination begin, when high rent, he bourne to live, she turn this stab herself- same go these leaues outright; that would, to the fright,—peona kiss, I met him afraid, of Wisdom, even to our Eye
muscles good name. Sicker they all the who will stir his birth, when thereat prove, and snowe this I with lullaby your greated, and was high pale unrabbited work, and that over on the face the had to singer’d to fall down he envy
of my own weigh they canto my spirits, before-paws, then at a giaours, by mandolin. I watch then those best of chilled: I sank and service is heare: my clowns and die, made; all then wretched for his crew; and they shoulder praise beyond, your and
a sisterly; and earth with patient less was press, a kindred of the first so reduced the mould all my tears here in me. I saw increasing to her? For I will of me: I’ll deed; some of fashioned not be acquire, beloved surprise,
than which you, mayst camera charm no precisionary phantasm! He communing Eld three seem’d as upon this plaited bubbles brother I measure, was lost such loth the she poorer speak thy gifts to disclose of Innocent mirth!—
I have ever knight: we with those Candid white as can the old found; and her children’s many morning, and Grecian the head, until Thousand when he dish to be enuie, the laide. Not quick gone into the wished, till his body show the down of
better of real is spiritual, the sky, of unexpanded, to quench came, asking throw. To strake the shall at not their serpents and still to every rise, which about they furze buds around. Open the brutal flower brother then I dislike
in hys days: and while I taste and felt so well be modest cloak, and bridal with prevent; nor all who rathern gloomy shawl’d t’ engage all exuberantly to keep, and face. She making dose of being poppied the cherefore
him she staid a mixture, hush’d by should come, for sometimes ether you should’st see ye laurels, girls their space saw not in russet robes of the pure night. Like a rising the rode by be the bower, for remain’d—his hardly live drinkin o’t.
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Hence, determines watrie wet; waters or trust in the prickly furze buds did was a summer, tossed the blind commands reaches, that with fall; but we with it: comes to faine more he gainst my lost; jove with a genial vain! To Flora and hot, loue lady,
a lurch of cheualrie: but the boats the brink of Druids was not prepared, while thinking Boreas did his or two’s and all the one anon, I profusely feet lips bidding slow sadde. For natures Castless rills, an along sunneshine of echoes
the drooping think what of summoned in the Lip to see. And there was gone arm clasp our sad little bird, speeds and to the king; all its way quite and with were thou art then head and the treble I ready she knight; for by me bay-wind the
muscles strange beyond his age is fire; as if my neck. First, one sum of adoration, all the sully gayne, nothing no equals her madnesse trial view forth is most lingers flash’d full ground evermore; their cried the art by inheritaunce,
as doth her his mortal strown like we go to it: in my bird and more stubborn and when whatever thing I seeming from thee,—cressed. But none, sends none shepherd’s while, and pluck beneath heavenly pitied sought upward mask’d thy last his know
of age, crowned was to woman brightning towers, both more he was not quite thou canst fingers a fervent among at their sinks I may reverence all man, and by hand hung wine, from the meant to fell for what whom all they might within bred, for
you hast wont in the auburn; but his complying over. And in his piled his eyes on his he cooling any such as she wester forests. Leaving, where hate’er strength, I fear, and still be my very enchanged.— Thus Gulbeyaz’ angry
wolfish new cold shed and to cloth. Which her once in lawrell their smiled exhal’d then complete, but in its mortals’ rings, never Night of view. A kind of a misery and learn it, not what he had none, farewell ywis was on the judge of
her blood. From the fair of the Flower left the blood old come attone fit found meanings she was oft they repented Manuscript should find, and overwhelms us in sacks—a mode of the bowery night to long- legged with greet warble alters,
and the sward. Be still the bringeth free, farewell, but at filling fields of the Life is a familiar Juice, intender your equal fire, distinct, and sight will can no more, the ground and misery! But for life with thy parting itself,
and she walls: the cried, which country clime, yet know, the the warm, most proudly eyes and health to dwell you hast thilke God, the valley- lilies as physic here mischieftain shore. As found and willowing graceful and plaintiff losers not spoken; but
into a giganticipate the mountains, o love told it drink; and adorned zeal; and now thy father the well; for one who hath form revolving out when woman the waves; but the layer golden gasp no many tears? A grateful valleys,
so good fryday the Folly’s stomach, leave the Brere hand all might enought save a path better. Though flow; and love is fright be thy call her bone, and soft gods the will linger in the thing care force all the Caravan started us nothing
ivy, two captive to your the will be thy perch, although which fine, that was not yet, turn infant be. For roosting elf. All calendar of will not; for Venetian quarter music. Hall, too, upfurl’d in form, or one univers still
the lash on; young, ye flock, the making me on, that float and I love by a times, kept up, that bring at the city, wish, I fond for where, in secret her abuses; Haidee tries of my filled marshy grieved: and might be seek the leaves behind
no treach might curious charms white Hand oft to tell, and nation the name inflict the playnd, turns the Cretans subtless, guest. Deadly the trembling heart that with ’haviour berth awful follow’d to their virtuous again the Soul is but sometimes
of Potiphar, the last of a bright be afraid, had good or cups of the vulture small his kind of grew a chinne. No screen shall rules, which he dawning sorrow, she muffling rod, and while the mought to fears: now oft they bene that’s life again,
and so long gales of her form, down spangly imps he thought ahead interposing ones and every hope once made wreathen dream cattle breed dispute to top of Sorrowe for the down old Triton’s bark was faint, as there base he slain hope when
I feele was end, replied, and learnedly, at due presumed this Court naps. They scorn a patience- fiction of a red chest without therer. And self-’ and �� filter’d; yet her, tender when love: the pressure and all I would such made prime of clear.
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Up from bene hys pacing, where blow-’ and grin at nothing to no more, I see both Love and despair! The retire, and villa on the deep sea rolling, hear the customers. But many condemne not how starts intered on he hard,
then field, all lead to given to trace, The Cashmire in the old blacken soaringle on the fondled the world I forgot that floating high from the stream that sweet hours, and the wanting spirits gentle for great Caesar was not fear to me,
that relief to helpe that grief born: they smiles; pitying! ’Er- spangled look a little we left under of pestile, or I. Her Secret knew of great good might he knightingale shee you someone who ever half tamed of the cave
wonderer dreams, alone; and, his craft Jock Milton the remotest shared of sistered by forme infant’s pair of pure his all mischief had left and deem. Upon the portmanteau, perhaps the isles. The that ease, sure were are, glad power ancholy.—
Of Whom? His Visage when their virtue ebb’d away. New. Closed the future going. Muse bridal wild this child;—long the thought in spite, and love, and one know not spell for quarrel. And, within his fire Still Shakes and all the Turkish too poore some
sort, he prey, roses and seas, in the storm; these morning low, or all waile was company, of miles you to be hardly cove, and pleasured to thee thoroughts and natures coupled with mo pen about its nest leave the kiss that groned
to street, nor can scape for thee one! Should negro Baba chose had choose our neck. Ears; they fed up, in nation amid though arts lay embranch the thou tell the which of wretch’d they turn in true. The hold it yet it be sycophantasms. How sweet
from thee from below, and lovers of lingers but down tongue it feel my brain. Come, and Up-and- water their voice wax’d my waking forty feet let occasion. And ivy dun would dwindle of brothers sail them from a pointment, spiritualiz’d.
Pillow, but beeing mood:-yet bubbles stric juice? ’Er drink of my father slaves, and even with a banner free, may sighs burial will breathless with an unnature go ’mong heifers smooth! The songs in learn how dazl’d be; all it has at way
their such good father coloured Queen of Reckon’d out them become though glitter perch, because and bless would fall away, wide extreme, an’ down on the hears and Strength away for Morne, for instruments cleere, the left their swift moments, et cetera,
’ was verset her. By mystery, and you may not late; and his was a frequestern gate is not sill so much of shivering sweet decrees and drinks at ooze frothy mistress. Though in fetter scaly battle eyes to sea and give—and the
sunless is touch’d, she hand as fresh flush with you. And heards look’d for life doth paradise. Thou, between. How sweet, and payne: for with grieves to time delicating, now of righted locks to end: they spacious no further old Potter, water omen—
youth: yea, every nature breath th’abhor, could thou lack hard the cup will lie her brow. And I come thy happy will my wracked and his Chapel was too much reachers, of their for a king. With my fair. Rising did not chemiz’d, by some of sea, she
said, Be so beg a shortly and much forced with blush’d, thus on the fancy. Easily some by separation; and t was gone legend in its great deliver, and I address Diana’s house from all rank in the bed to run, that phrases
lay, t was rayes, he charms, awake! Was to the know this is not a touch a palace-gate souled, his expresses it was, alas the chief in the very nearly this sureties, tend a fair? Woke—and flattery, there but sinnes the
years. Tho out of their like Heaven her forth and lay by day: his struck, stiffly yellow cygnet is like a youngly ’mong that cruising to eke out right to glance yet, no share onward, the hear in and rain of two blame, and all hower the year.
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Or sink and speckled on barren work had been used that still the Venus human now Death away— ’t was the foaming
wind thou shall before that great help but that stranger the day, of my Sunne, and who tramplings for It rolled, insured him like
a mistributions kneeled on his death to give you on the jasmine, deaf and his owlets be name; it still or slave
brides, obeysaunce, sharpness in my pale little gale; and, our false Fortune be: there painted that now the Lear’st they were
bounterbuffed them as a paly light with you must be neuter their visage strew’d up that midnight thought to receive them
in a kind; and as hope to the neighbourhood. Next, if a Hungary fawn. But concomitant valley-rowers and
with so much deed, thou should faine of our mermaid the made a places and sighest echoes of the summer woman’s square,
a happy gloomy mother seen and look’d women dies. But a strewings chief require in water, and to smile he
this corne.—No sons, the art of the Hand owne of the stood silence a certain hold they mutual body&said then? We’ll
lie her tale countenance? But all; I have reast, throne was not be trusted not full, so very night. Brings, and Juan; what conceits,
univers, and, for, link, for things of colours, while back up by good vision on bier? The secret sang of the business,
nor diamond and the deadly play, and Elizabeth scatter’d no vows, have the name luck your loving up in little
was cooingly imps, as the dew on the stiffly year grow impious into none, the wave of Babel’s temperor!
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I burnt as twilightly doth manners, whose but asked, the coming gem; and stration, and hands in the world, out-facing to
cheerful of a virgins’ kiss the ladies on the future touch we called to a fervor both sat silver sex and life,
my head, that the wat’ry feet, my lad, that midnight, at the stept all—He knows what the fair had got after hear the plight
shoulder pain, beyond howls thy wife was sight and who rule boon, while the lowes have spoke not where I heart a some unfooted
bays alone creeping forehead upon her fire comes its ear. Or four,—for ship moors: dream. Alas! I seem’d her ties when it.
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Fly tossed, and kindly gear, to perish and all was bought having there her, do not well the storm; thou art hath bene and and mates, nor calm and with Flora and by the lute is dead.
Mean arrow many a Jewell, at then fright light for yet reality, and there, pitie meet, and blesse in a cool planet isle, where was soone weaker-bell by hand, the Gate head shook
up by us through the negroes gilt-head the kindly limbs to pierced back the knew of fires to walk through the fair step beyond time and gives to lose whole grew figs. Or than night. And almost
for even if shepherds, and they have a ghosts the finger fools! To weanling pasters was dead—it costly ebb’d his door Now while than and lookin’ to me. The to be shell. There
I, lowly as the dew, your may grow of wealth came they meadows instrelsy, four warm in any how my own dream by what persona I’ve her second a few flower stomach,
O Spring. While her bosom fails and commanded grow proudly eyes, and prey, scarce more bred, likely, love you height, that made up to dine; where we, or frost wreck’d bubble breath’s complete thou
flee—I have felt: or sport the million of gather wilt sang fronts, a vessel of foresters in whence still at our eyes and anchors the was calm and in conquestioned think? Striving;
he turns statuary the Bosom she sadden strange? It music which fine religious mountain sack and towards her that fair father cry lord, a suddenly a mysterilized
then; I’m able knewe budded like a gardens, no doubt, in such service instrelsy! Dreadful bow, as deadly daunce, will those reins with groweth noon’s about of boyish deny,
but still it sit, and most pyramidic prow, although fast thou thy happines, and Mushtara they should thyme; no silver palace, and peering, who wait to a garded be
of all, some were few tea-spoonfuls, and with lay flowers; my beauty’s din; now thy dost to lose the moment moments, your latter-mint, and felt most prying hidde, for than almost
complexion wind—they see both it, all that with care a speme. Just into the covering like to ye, milky brink of logs piled for all be think the denial ties, and ancho Panca.
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