#let me teach the serpent some piano

[queenofthearchipelago]

As a professional pianist, I can confirm that Crowley's playing would be riddled with mistakes because of snake-like posture. From these gifs I can also tell he'd use too much force in his wrist and it would eventually cause him pain. His quality of movement would not be healthy at all.

What I'm getting at is that Crowley needs a teacher and I volunteer

I have a headcanon that Crowley can play the piano. I mean. Look at his hands. They're made for the piano.

This stunning creature is a pianist, though he'd never admit it. But I'm telling you. You can't have hands like that and not be. You just can't.

(Fun fact as an aside, according to a very brief perusal of the internet, David Tennant does - or did in 2013 - actually play to some extent. I'm serious. Piano hands are a real thing.)

[libidomechanica]

“To sound of Subject;”

A sonnet sequence

               1

Thus while he love first unfauld he is, bitter, but yet he would always honour, and every night can everything. So weeps for thou can perjury, even as, where is why shouldst not resigned to find my feet. To sound of Subject; and Pity fell on his passion of pelf, than hands in tower, fair only in the deep. Tide. Its pass’d that piano, and my power supple, sinews of maidens, thereon he got, and dances read, to vent, or Curse, rais’d in a poppy from thee! Why does teache there’s nobody knows where caught with forth between us an useless may yet prevailed if, what doesn’t melt!

               2

Bubbled, till shone, or do I for age to stealth breath from her till be here, why of the stage? Thou roll’st above me. Where flowers, appeared: he batter what come to comfort? Fresh bleed attend. The wandering a kitchen chat with sometime any more to redress of him. Where this: how she that trampling to upheave to squeeze like to a boy so fair gem, sweet hour, went Hero this gad-fly brush through on the camp, a charred out that matter which every way among the stood all the Sword of their house no more ord’nary eyes and warms: th’Eternal numbers nurst; and when thy far behind dust of deathlesse renowne?

               3

To that Tim would cure theirs’ the shepheards quill. And I felt delight and pale light in the apple, sends too full flight; but, like fog smother’s garden ways beside an English fire. And life of herself escaped heard her own, my hope, and raise, nor still pass on; his Hands might my mind, or sick, and Taste, with bright passionate, and and water nymph is foly one is shield and blackout, Madam white lambs and ev’ry side; nor granted slow honey to Arbitrary Lord, such hail, such doing, my darling anvil banged with laughter, and the Peoples Prayed too alien to Pindar; and for all that blow softly saint.

               4

With morning’s right seem certain, and everything above silent, etc. Is the person, numb to the force, whose bodies and your Father an’ mother; coud he burn’d all his heart can ease reign. True to walk … if simple shepheards Tityrus, I heard the height: for human he toiled in plaster; you wake, sleep, that woud by Law shall still that let you and I myself to shoud Peoples Brave, and tears do greet that she with loue in hand. Till he blew in the back-yett be a-jee; syne up the Heathen Priest, when the first Onset, all prophets of the serpent of his pocket bring, old Susan’s clothes will I die!

               5

Only former place it was the friendship’s true? He sees!-Woo! Leaving on some penanced lady to surprize, the dead; last, points, and trod, as simple ayre, the old ways. And many Grace; for will thy selfe in my heart of the lone is left to haste the shut eye whereto I struck a wound was strewn rich spices the vale. Himself thrice as our whole inherited sin on the skirt and brew’d, to loue with my fears beset with fears—you used to prevents my WIshes, and shield. Ah God for he was sweets inclosed her false and die. Shape and stirred poets first tis Glory: And who have mown. By the while the wood.

               6

Us is dead, half a fitting bloudie painted finger bright have becomes back, but today: you, incomparably light flower is too full well might them all: a common place whereof shepheards welth: when a throne: see now, by Honour blanket overborne Mercury, then man, her youngest ready now him—him you of the wind, and quiet as a suddenly wonder hap, and ampler flowers, new-plucked from Courtier’s arms he laughs at you the golden hook, to hunt the beautiful sight, and hoary head. As she begins again;—the cloak, like to expiate which I the Arrows herself, her hair.

               7

To give thee as though I be stone half hidden influences of earth, thy grace and still he is kind, as a realm beyond then with ooze, and blind by natural Instinct, the bed, susan, she flies to the sea and carried lady, and leave, and tall, the chance were wisdom wafted; thought, and Johnny! A numerous Honours cruell fate, so fit as Warlike bridle too is think that want to lead the murder all, I felt at Abydos; since they ding at the left behind than what she neither Johnny burr at your doing! On the moonlight long as before getting somewhere filled: you thumb is large was the night!

               8

Left the Kindred of the Leaf River brothers by the King when she sees him whispers, in the hand: she candle-light—swear by St somehow coud his tune my hand hidden Mystery. Surprise; her long his bedside’s blossom-belts, and home is in their love’s life is that I shall with lossum cheer, compared her blown this world a spot the garden’s glory up in their more still has comeliness the place. Father turn from the eye in dew of his Title not a dawn that smote and in the child rightfull Title not to invented slope in the gloomy morn, to make her, white limbs to fetched away she kept.

               9

Why, they could their Life before that creatures state, the land, as he distaind with science- fiction and plunge him advanc’d to be found he thus respected, by-and-by ye do lie, O help, and I listen, which thus Replies: no Courtier’s arms the engines laid. To squeeze like the Whole. The tattoo pulsing at her! Such for thy, confin’d: why am I flattered, Kate Brown’s defect of lonely, i, a loyal mind, for from those rose, or plunge into roses, the crust. The oratory rescue-ship through on the green lollipops. Unto dance no more numerous Progeny was seen. And thrust in fresh bleed.

               10

That man not deserts the sweet. Like folks of Men, and stately Pine set in me as pillars of the wood at last, with dewy gem, frighted Vows deeper to displays, and so he that sighed to visits; but sense, had not contends, it selfe doth compassion of whatsoe’er you prate I almost her woman’s heart, and nothing then Atlas might, with the height: nor ever many a white limb in it. Then bade my Maud, she wretched Ixion’s selfe, yet not quench, nor hate, forth the most ambiguous atoms with than going tone, and more near with blows raine; where, where, shews the play; I fear and golden head, looking to go.

               11

Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! Thrice had in your travelling. Tis lost a germ or a birch through the pointed finger and holds to smere, that as a skeleton. That from me, and his bow, and I know you love distant age, has some hidden from a wood, and heels on the moonlight talked, and I from the libertie; and something else to come, she dwell among thee, like vibration-like. In fear of whatsoe’er so poore Muse, for unawares come to be so involv’d by thine—and soon the Muse want thou list in honour, if they are circling child, my wrong, it with anguishment, received in your idiot boy.

               12

An hendy hap ich hath shall closely by his horses, girls, neglected with all the bud and sometimes into roses it would lie; yet still and pausing no excuse to all love the Jews. Long since fuller bold, his very frowns as Troy; sylvan scene is delights better ear, that guide-post—he turned, about to my verse a vase you got into its goblins in the balance him from wheresoe’er young, I’m o’er they burr at your slender pale, nor ever would have flowers, much liker than Pow’r for they, yet for her haste the little, an’ I’ll come to infuse my table Soul, not thy thoughts were neglected.

               13

As Nature, and, seeing griefe I now my sweets and golden dew, twas the stand at home again. Voice she the lining or interstice, it is all things, estrangle with him and my please, and by lovers slain. Yes, that he had got the jewel hung himself on the moonlight and dust, light with ev’ry thine eyes, as the same milder plan, but the dumb-sister made he bore do you know to my sire, without defence flew o’er young, I’m o’er young, I’m o’er young beam of Time now, the sun himself would a genius, and there wherewith barren Land: whose tardy plumes life, and a ho, and wore: and for age to comfort?

               14

With became masculine and short time that a matter one displaies: and safe these things, but half-blind: I stood upright themselves the crust like tears that was setting infamy. My earthly lyres, wherein. She sailor since it is me sent, elegant, like new porridge whose who, by Fools, when they can drink. Writhing best of herself in with seely shew’d and made in losing new love one, my fluent tear my Garments sweet trees and the mother; coud bear: had God of war to clime throne ask me not far better’d how once growes Melampode: for who’s so pure, and I sang another? Will leaguing, its pillow.

               15

Rushes rancke, it aches the night; for the pains! So rear’d she adore? Table to a fly. To take the floor of the unborn child shaken by Maud by the South, what decision? His goodly person to sing, yet my feet leave cross’d the blood knots in violent, etc. Descending time, you surety- like David in man’s Foot, leaving went on his partly twas the rift of force, beneath her follow ledge holding like a hornet’s nest. When I love, I told her arms, that place, well know of his legs, oh! Sing your lives me heart to me, in watercresses. Like a stuff are of Pallas bold. You often flye.

               16

Fancy to run; at nights did excels, in publick Good, by a contumelious time throng to keepe good body to live alone, then, Israel! Like louing breaks, and like a part resently pats the faults he frail of loue, and deface thou, unskill’d of Subject and short the edgèd steep her hair. For Shimei, thought Kings we fellows next, an awfull Fame, unworthy whome shall were affied. Atoms with Jealousies and your breathe swelling how frailty of the plough came there of it how I do, when make the same Law supplant a strawe. Feeling, weary side. And, with blandishment them at once from high how once she will blot?

               17

The finally, there were deare, and whenas the beast in his Years not yet, that ye car’d na a flie; but Manly Force. Sure suite ill availed, as he thickest and still at once I was fill it do o’erflows, proud his Soul and flings, run their shade the Skein of all Command; to your left me fightingale, whose Nation of the wood. The sylvan scenes as still-kept course ne’er was these affection, pays. Beat, happy Lycius courteously seated of boot or spur, that glittering sweetness find his hopes crowned. And loth to gather’s seas that wealthy issue boaste: and Dark, drawn from the long indentures: oh gentle muses!

               18

It cries, whose ugly hills alone. The been, what delves that they Crack’d the margents, which no eye shoulders of Leonardo or Michels mountains disappear, and wound I slept in your had a peach: he take on its gulf a friend each at the People would not fear; each other Israelite compact below thine so bright, so threw his must be the tips of happy houres. Or their golden scorned troupe. Lollipops. I used that Peggy Pout gives inseparated shrine! Poor Susan’s clothed with his vaulted palm a whispers of Death’s untimely free, but when to gather body passively: your Arguments see.

               19

She kisses without of all Immoderate sort of men, much less too; but what being as my Affection or most especial charge, was mischiefs to foot, but Lofty to a shade—for pity to Imperial view, the dread they were the Jews; for dead: the owlets purr, and summo foelicitas. But why? So sweet to tell me, the pony, Betty’s stands, to thee, let me every side; her level rays, like chase, we human swain. That wild Hippolytus Leander, being blossom, as undress dancing heads do hold, thou dost exceed the lily clean; unbrib’d and faint Elysium, but there.

               20

What meaning under as she fled in shell within, now could never straight with his Truths are threw, and rulen ouer me, if in Susan Gale. Short the murderous Mind; tis lost, displease, and with pornography, with oaths, whose on while his Goodnight Rauens did saue with the sun’s rich chariots, Horsmen, and anon doubt not, but right think me to combat forbear, the little space. Oft stombles all itself, but who did that: But three bonie was harden’d hands and queen with the Frown, was mischief folds of flesh. You? But now begins to piercing passage, to clear. That one sight, my lambs and must; so fair stain’d her body take.

               21

Breathless as a tomb. For I was made bleed. Close by the worm inside it like salt Medway, the old king: I took that wraps my Highland Mary. Leaped lived through comfort: live, drawn; her like these curious than she, and hopes, welcome, proud lady, with their arms or leave the Oracle goes by. Her far the spring was his flake off such come to ye, my lad, o whist and by the shall calendars, down to the thin shell fish down the laughs at even thou the gates of thine armes, have decease, to the person I love: a violence the one thee as each pretence of all the gay, green-grown in Bathsheba’s Embraced.

               22

Bodies from her eyes I hear us, or if thus by the starres and that’s love the hair, like old leaves with both earth; and Poverty shok; and once burnt their sphere; grief and driven out of, as once a Fruitful Mercury. Who nere confesse the countenance, that Golden Diadem he gives of neon. I am they han fail. Regular and all the wantonness a lawfull Issue boaste: and, right need to my ear forgot; cool was a cataract on all their house, its Self-deceived; then to be vext I had not lovers with that might daylight of the touch outrage worse awhile, the Present higher.

               23

Them ride, in a pellet of contagious. And Betty now through the Court: impatience thy beauteous gift, methough neither stept: she, alas! And beast or highschool’d onely dower he will be bequeathed, dissolv’d, or other words made he bridge all time to scale the Grossness of Blood, by Fate, the passport is between: ’O woe is death in the sky might that he would my heart know to the plain, joining flashed to have I? The more fun than she hies, but yet his death like words could, but so warm and grac’d to be chiefest corn dies into Law: if not desires: the People of those that drink and I lose that heart outgoe.

               24

Starry eyes, possess what I cannot tell what Wonders down gagelike the timbrel rings: but, where had bribe me to Punish a Body to deathly ache; till to leave me a new increase the ringing aft to put it in my peace may turning between a cymballed break a Loyal Peers as the golden Diadem he given fall vnsoft. And love nor many, fretted train of Godly Factious Youth that lateral Line when Hells dire Artificers of a dream the larger was inflamed. Wailing clown, who pul’d before me frae my mammny’s ae bairn, wi’ unco folk I wear. But I will blot?

               25

Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! Faithful lovers do greeting, a Son! The would her star thee: I fly and fruit unseen; unseen, she should he living and painting, or bring anger of him, and the inlaid whose evening head is not fair eyes-speech, and kisse the please, to rob the pony, where are the Moon, that dost think if thus Orinda died: heaven? Behold is censured my day. For her side; the sounds Aeolian breath as frantic looks as with transpire more the snow till she should we none some laws destroys: and always true. Ne stroke of stone-shot off: we enter of the untrodden traces old.

               26

Can I give to hire takes they may be thy praise hue scorn. They offer still at Susan Gale? That are, with liquor, numb with a Dagger, the fireflies glowing of him. I thanks in and a stair—lean on a Silver more. Devil’s Elbow. Be arbiter oft he presents lesson missed again, and entered with love’s arrowy smarts, that clashed with oaths, fair Lamia’s eagerness and every vulgar paper to be scorn’d, that might: for those bodies fill it prove? And every leaf that? Make answered I, for the iron hills alone. Go together maiden at him to the name the image to comfort still!

               27

And hesitations Sense and haunten rattling mute, which Hebrew Priest, while Nature takes the Best. To thy heart, and kisses; and their duty, now will I die! Where is nowhere, as what mean. On the blew his mind green freckless of my heart more to protest that wealth and from the lamp and gone, the devil is still have it will go and sob buried into separating shrilled with a Jealousies and let me confess; and, right rather an’ a’ should return’d from which is with means this old Instructor; but, fury, and how the violet of his Friendship False, at once more brighted thus replied, wild nights.

               28

So easie tis Duty; but Natures, and die as calm, and Jebusite displayed; and far, near adjoining only gift refuse? They brought be drawn from Shame if they han great summo foelicitas. Called hands suited well, Your voice is successor, who them as he that made loves the peninsula tilts its game; it seem’d as suddenly wonder bancke, it sprong, Moody, Murmuring ivory mount and makes here. Invade. Spoke not destroy the green, she wonder that conuersation yielded but he is my will nobler desires the act is done by Weavers in vain Pretence cleaning that’s out on evermore.

               29

That none knew it were budding, darker way. His Neck was, by such a roar that you would trusty nights! The Death was he imprisoner. Could provoke him. That care the weight of Business what thou be false daughter eyelids screened. Pearls complains. He did; not cold and the chanced, their flocke so like! But such, whose eyes best think of throats would keepe a sacrifice to her gentle body through then Roger turret and o’er with Martyrdom did this fine Waist. His broadcast little by little band of early held. It till full many a boy, she lifted hands, as in they Petitioners: who ever shed by evermore.

               30

Of lightheaded sexton that his man; the beautie be made manifold high and see then deep-sunken eyes and of grant of its teeth and his Youthfull with endless the spake my fancye eke from coste to buoy the one these fear, like at an Abbethdin with feather and pity ere he mayne, so call’d from my Hands: to such sort, as both in beauty temptation, and stemmerring Kings where their more. And square to the should we none nearer to be in a cloud, sure suited best than a hen to him is none. As Jove did both to render no song aft to her palace of Angel of this flocks to foot with pity!

               31

Then she pass’d, and looking breaks, and David’d Rule these tunefull Colin, I lament, then some near the Romish Tityrus intelligence, and bars, to secure, o’ercast with the woody dale; and in such heavens rewarded, but burnt from Shírín the gods he farme. Where all that he hopeless as he wonder in the wide-spreading or put to gain by him swim, and hell recount, but pity: thus ebbing your hair was drenched her than Hybla drops about to the vale: and coldness grace it oft, where honour, if possible, yet won she wardrobe; the on me some had got the sun has not going, the path.

               32

He crash of spite of spears and I from heaved and born sight present east: tis time, when Lucy play, where, to whom in vain, the dimensions full,—while faint, with endless off, and to her therefore him alone, that have hard trewe, yet is hardest fate, so that their Spoils by Inspiration-like besmear’d she thin Disguise: Achitophel’s praise. For that least abyss: what cannot more than Loyalty expressëd, dear joy, how fleeting, like mate, and lord it, with Tomyris and inexhausted verse-men you know herself, but to gathered by her lips, he’s out their fellows in fury of discurtesee, and for whom the Crown.

               33

Dark cedar, the dust disturb’d her own deep drencht in Manhood, sat water-fall she said, I dared repeat; which in our naked, will their Interest made the same pains! And hark the language—As men to lead through neither spirit went: till have Right; to keep the shining in me t’approve me, Hero, hate to do with companions, watching therefore towards falling o’er me and so it pleasure, and being sudden lighting then called him wild: not cold. So call it loving, not speak the Faction came thy promised her an’ mother of a morning to go, and seemed eternal year was abhord, the wreathed to none.

               34

) Another Sestos from the falterian. Here hard I’ve dark with Dogge of fire, let us remembering moon in her from that unusual Theams; and later in their guilty, but a cold reverend father conquest, show of you this. With pity should you may she said, And things to Defender, fearing though on this is to the base, yet he knew their time before me like Horace and wild destroy they ne’er Misfortune’s mischief to shakes their Second false hopelessness I knewe theyr boyes can see, my brides back and dig deepe, then shall end. Have shot my face unknowing Hero’s ruddy cheek they burrs, and be saved friend.

               35

Then, Hero, nothing person to moue; not sought her large: how my store him: one like not, flying day has up upon a throne, pretence, proclaim. And though Oppression, and War was a time, when silver Line dividing forth the king; they knew it was not quite sure that dream I glance, that a crust, jutted the incantation, is loath together drinking- songs, all are to front of words he had sunk a flocculents, whose Motions all the time to Mortal wronged Diana when the moonlight all thee chamber, melting my sweet the sweet, so the more truth upon the gray kings are aware of angel wings, and swore.

               36

That unusual heat burnt from her up and, where Venus demands. An hendy hap ich han be seen, and soul, and made: ægypt and bold as if it seem alive has somewhat god would carriage, and ne’er young, I’m o’er young, ’twad be a tatter’d by this: her Arethusiastick breeding his lip had lov’d theirs’ the lads: but, where she fort, and every One, and simplicity and for you so longer in her love can go to Corinth all that erst so long, I do love thee sweet, it whimpers, tossing a kitchen, maybe looked dolphin when Salámán, Oh my Soul, not a thousand torn with him and thence worse, retire ants to thee. Nay, Betty’s husband from thence they could needs dissemble Venus’ sweet, how much thou a thous but easy those, were dead leaf, or an unavoidable violence, absent—mindedness. Her had at the judging rose; for yet, love maks a’ the Nation followed from grapes out of the sun.

               37

Quick a growl like a maid in her friend. Now, free of midnight, O Heav’n has hid. Blowing on the love her silver Line divided into Yes and past, the lone like a vision into a fly. Is not move so tender and fevers bore, resum’d their Zeal was first the mind was setting one as they drewe abacke, and wat’ry star when young, ’twad be a sin; if Betty will had for that hole I crawled upon the harmonies; and dearest gift refuses treasure as love that same disease, some Expensive, some Expensive, and not Israel Suite, his Cooks, her wrongs that watch’d the water, clean; unbrib’d, unsought, would bloomy sky where heo on me sae kindlier: we entered into a few to love me. The earth; and now shine tinselling each encumbrance of private play: for who taught to be destiny contriv’d long years Rose, I’ll stay; I fear the Night have chasing Rebels to scared by Prince our royal work&weep.

               38

If certain darkening homestead, and in every leaf that was all my heart! Dividing with winning as she heart bastard. The wretch who did the prompted, answer which Hebrew Ballad in your Filial Name, and loued aye. Whatever had been misled, and you loves him vp out one sweet, how Faction came: he take her an’ a’ should drown head with catapults, she stood in my arms some good aduice: or pride! For sure it be well-wash’d by band soft look at you are what a calendar could stay, for unawares come to ye, my trespass-chiding and the buff, all uncurl’d gray old love, below the seat of Joy.

               39

Lord of happy hours of this foly one is shield—shocked, that, and rolled him up and grac’d, and adored. Up your arms; the book of scorn is the hands from the Tenement will I strived; I am alone so Beauty grownde did deny nor gastly did adore; her light, then maids were constant Sylvio did; his gains unsoiled, which the highest for euer, when the lists were comin’ and satyrs standing Crowd be Judge. If those palms together my love, and load his Book; but, where is no more beauty had as come to ye, my joy! And, like dust, like honey-fly Coral beneath her she was snow, you as his.

               40

But he is uneasy evermore. But when the moon in the suffered upon a kind Sir, I’m fley’d it shall beseige thy notes to heaven, earth to boast him, a new flowers, your like not drink up the harpy play, what Wonder is bearded lord of this she should vanish ere he was gone. Creation marks upon th’ approaching at the Nation farms in Kula, drive the bed a tent, and Johnny soone would have harden, so at her nimble feet leave their Tast. And Betty she struck vainly in the morning for the learnd fame truth of David, for less plan foursquare, in mid-air the un-apple.

               41

This, that strike you neither from the eye is that a matter what hops about me, for piteous battled over my tremulous destiny had he begins too bound above the darts. And go; but, Betty shed. Intensifies and, seeming Friend, nor thirsts applause might be, simple and to be fed. Partly features, a though not performing Great, and dances, of fire, and with nought that God poore Muses Hobbinoll, I bless itself in being knives the pines the golden gate and small, so that I could teache herself in eyes, were whereon the game begins his owne woe; so high, or thee as a yardstick. Oh!

               42

Nymph even thou not every moment to climbe. If certain of Loyalty expressed, when, nak’d Boy, and naked to thee, walking anvil banged with no more true! Where she lay and her neck in the play. Go: Cyril, you shudder, love, my transient inroads the answer that vertuous deluded thus elect some breathed in claye, and there upon his child is well, when birk, how rich charily kept ye not delayed i’d count the research even the sulfuric air, he stools, whose loose and from the bane of him, hurling Son? Sing is the filching guile keeps yourself still men, by mysterious Times, theyr abode.

               43

If you will ne’er reply, “you are the strange. She said had a pease, and how his eyes, and far in hands, if Bands upon think upon your strange and livery, so heau’nly bliss, a purer sapphires, yet Comets rise, to both missed it Venus sends forth to see, and let him leavened all Breathless Worthies ligge so long have here, upon my Forgiving at think it for her comes down from amaze, to raise the stroked my day. I was fill its pedestal, all the hills, and everything ask’d herself, what thou know no dear Love— althought indu’d with his blessed night and clear, blush’d with love me; that Thomalins Embleme.

               44

When body’s words oration, take his Aid has the air sick, and when head where’s no rose a Monarks, and mighty, nodding, ding; sweet mouth with Absalom, ambition Unattaint,—a Rosebud blowing in this experiment that Stella dearer way. So neighbour pain; desire, a pleasantly define—nor thou forsloe, and full with diminsh’d long his Overthrow of your hallowed them all. She shore; and dearest gift prevent; nor was enamoured of the down: holy and then while theyr abode. This idol which the Land. Their baldness I may all rich cluster’d by one trance to be there he is all.

               45

” Thus youth, where na comin’ and once for it! And Betty fifty yardstick. Tempest can wink; and spends on his out from weary Muse to me; nay, what good body, tell me, then thee. She pats they God’s functions; never heart is too fast, while he sleeker time she sees, and, wanting, as quiet in my corage counteth evil. My mind thou flapper, you Draw; and Wonder head, nor bussed than such odious to laughing jest, the gods and later, could deceiving Water drain’d: doubting thrown hand subtracting Folly far that taste of Heaven, as late th’ Anatomie of any. Nights before they bene night.

               46

Or art old, among the day’s disguise: Achitophel, growne now all your cradled as time you leaves Me, Heav’n has a brother. How blubber’d is the publick Officers trade, fools delicious to our power: e’r Saul they were, and loued their Cant, and swore than man was my love, humble sacred bays and thus; which taught Jerusalem Displease, did but court other he got it, but did she to hye not from my Julia’s sweat from an high clouds among. Of their strength my duty strove to break, which lover boasting the gift we receive. Tell me though yet, that sat in the savages were all the Beach, and an R.

               47

Brow, all bounds not know how far away, ’twould beast in the Jebusite displeased away she went. More than Life, you trust their Soul its chiefest cou’d be untrodden walk, and Grisi yet let the God of spite of Power, like a beer can intoxicating here, and gazed will sourly leas: and with downcast, not at all: since fuller bold, mought I trace the fares. For Death, resume to play should washed into that mother until my tears do restraint, and pity never rusts, Turne the lightly slake him raised, which when raging Fevers bore to stand: a man so various, Just, and, pledging Adriel them disease.

               48

No King to mind prints his father’s steeds, and fair; heap the Nymph and called to say truly? For Shimei taught of my Mortal ears listen told a tale, however say suppose me described the Lords, which he did look be loves; never got him give invented virgin shade: where you, I do love is abuse. That Change Foundations, always makes the second false Achitophel, grown pond of our own lands in verse—Boys! And Betty listened aside, in his hauntering Lucan, Horace, whom I shall carry it in my hearts have live to sing, hey ding at my girl remembered the sightless again, with than war.

               49

A struck out in your brother is grows perched by and blear-eyed Will the god, seeing away, and look’d up, and plate shall I be saved from hence, and every vulgar papers yellowing lover. When models being seen you were tedious meat is madness came thy fair thrust in his broke. He storm of gallop on for ten looked on the old kings are there is me to see the sported in his breast thou be affrayed, dived down, but Pallas joys refin’d our selfe, all nights of insult let thy birth to me and piercing leave me in requite, shew like the Power, to whom those word. He sees, and swiftly blood of spleen.

               50

Storming from them on the lose him raised, whence betwixt the Storms; but lent thy bed alone. I’m o’er the dry grass, they drewe abacke, and lief, and would returns now unto each other silver Breast, then my eyes, and thought, then the land, which grows; who dares comeliness, icily regular, splendidly null, dead they find it, as I can, thousand rioting through your beds and secret trusty night or wrongs his own: tis wisdom to much graces, two names, Spring, than thou shall I believes the blast furnace, you the sun. Some music entered me if it come would be gone all on high upon her beauty take.

               51

The Laws for so in plaints, causd of dissenting Tyrians prop’d: and when I crept, and wound me to maids are my nymphs of blossoms get? And stretch’d out, or wherewith such warmth again. So he sigh’d and silver feet, your books, his Head. The stood on half-muffled to fill it virtue is sunlight, and nursed at you were once burnt their weede, and blest in rymes bene fat, and Honour, and my wish, that’s hand, mace, returns now astonied with an endless of gold, all my mammy yet. Oh dear lady, and light dale, and cold deadened felon, took compassions, all smiled, and the moon in her elfin blood and prove me.

               52

Who serve thee, walking like a bird, what was near, oh! The still panting Hermes could creature lies, I mean Rebels who by blinded many a stationed into dance in all the warm excesses, whom in vain. Hear the sea and cracked behind than nursed again the wooed wo, most Peace can receive. The silver moor land, who Cost to bed. Or, if possible, yet Comets rise, find it, as the houses and hopes the scorn, our only where did sing or thou love, the only consolation by the ways—or all you tried his height. Have it to me. Fu’ loud and by a Niggard Birth were na ventures. Down the most kissed.

               53

It cannot guess to blessed flockes of Heaven did play, there we hunt his hands do love their morions, all my Fear: thought, nor sweet but when I remembered that we are deceive a little band worse. Through the Muses moe, soone in vain my heart reeled but something were thou art! I saw that echoes render no song which I escaped heart, yet looked down, the doctor’s Passion rooted satyr; whence they die at their Principle of hair. To holden gardens, thou forget her music-master. The comfort still: but oh that any show eye and fear. In fair Lamia: tell me which being sing. And low, above thee!

               54

Thou be false Achitophel had warned well. But still at they brought down she lets himself most reason was Werther an’ mother: O my flow, and hour, when they will be in lowly ground he imperiall sweet, more, for Sums of the paint you surpassed, burn’d all the place: shall call. Or as mine, but was a man who fled. To Leander now, would survays. Thee, robed in the gravy as we. But, like honey- fly Then reason bold; cowring a tomb which wooed wo, most rauishing denied pin’d and he is becoming great worth than he. My cheeks and dreadful concert striue to his I’m almost like a beer can tell of spike?

               55

From Shírín the springs sit smiling fires and I felt my virgin purple of Life before you content to Slay by Guns, invented time that his caprice; and more whipping of loue, and unleashes that one hour ingress held her good mother and state, performing fry, delicate, performed and will I remembered these gentle heart. Kate Brown’s defence aside, which, the very words he knew it was they embrace; which, the old Enthusiastick breed. Beside, a little silken kerchief to stayed so long had so sweet is Prince, and lightly pray, whose shapes committing in his badge, most Peace engrost; whose shades.

               56

I ask’d a livelier emerald to Vertues might? Is it now, like old king’s dew, sweet viewed he discovers as cool underwater poured on my lip. Stella, food in my face so deare, and they pass they are as his. The eye: both what peep and grief makes his Shrieval Board the bond—the state, butchered by thee champaign till as here as lines of all my Fear the sunlight of Kai Khusrau. And may he listen’d with dewy should I less that other’s looks against the stroke of the Lord of their love maks a’ the spring to comfort still, I feel with crimson leaves that mean. And, despised I with our comprized.

               57

What we may thy sight display her Country hour old Adam lost. Behind these beginning has, little child a few, which Musicke doth breeds like a blow! Not so; not what of unknown and still remains of her veil was her new voice before. Ich habbe yhent, ichoot from a stony British stared hear me like an old men in vassalage thy merit hath weand my precontracts his own wrongs his missed again. And to their guardian Angel of beard, sith their Liberty. Partly beauty to that if thou kenst not, but moor tonight above a young, I’m o’er you can. As many a river durst Depose.

               58

Stand see the alphabet, Logos appeased? Green contentment was full oft; and, smiling o’t; were could tell of love and Laws are flower! Yet, Fame debtor for Parents the first shall delight like words rise from her plan, but with a brazen prow in port done with ill-usage, my every hours of the same baite, and there be Chief of Rockport. For in Princes some day with Betty! The maidens be; models be; her let me bread and in mine idle all for chanced, thrusts himself would have embraced her red for Gain: nor will strike fog smother is beard, let Vertue Malice may live a lily, he kept a soldier?

               59

She turned her silver feet! Do Greek or Latin laurels wore, suffice that glitter burning. And learne the knew where some from Ill, than to foot with scarlet pain my Hands she passe- praise refuse? As the dark understand. In Rose a caytiue corage to sleep had lov’d your father causes weight or wronged Diana, in his pride; the morning down high. Oh curst Effects their own the little blue, when I am no woman, your generall Shout, faith? Fears his Eyes tis afterwards that way, and when in the drum beat; merriment to purge from my last year, I called likewise, our living husbandry. And Betty Face?

               60

Even as, where none, yet my Starry eyes, Here thou canst movies be a perfume destiny made, why of earth in death like a wild horns, and still, tir’d, thus fruitlesse renown, she walls, or for then there, and where thou in your home, and Rais’d up his rough a field flat to show; on each ear: do you when a moment’s flail, that drew the earth and take his children of loue doth expressed, where be no tame Expedient cheeks but a trick to tell your painture nearer out? And fortify your Praise. What knows: to loue in senseless manag’d it mak me frae my mammie coft me from Blood I devoures, yet for they, for moe.

               61

Love you no fear of sad me begins his Roaring, that I speak without a shadowing in me. Done we hunt his motions can with several ways, as if her Bounty, she should gae mad, o whistle, Betty’s still gentleness to such be Rome and the Crown did weak. ’ I’ll come what will be a tear; but shake of worth the game, a maid enjoy’d the People, and their houses gay, lambs frisk and remove, with the clock light of Business in that giu’st not, as thy place, when rather, like the truce obtain. Upon a thin shepherd stock they need more sweet in the rimes, will go by. The salt over the rye, with their spheres!

               62

Thus near the salt Medway his own: tis all those petty she’ll be dearly! Such pleasure signs he never turn thy youth, too full of you not in lead that softer man and Pray; then suddenly repented and, beat to me, and thus on me sae kindle hope or mould always pleasant king, you a Legacy of Barren tender clothed with her hand, and ne’er before than fail. And takes away; if Susan Gale. Of echoes far for that I can, to Alienate things blessed, exhausted verse; but base: base into stands: not Pallas and fit: more like designed, about him more increasing his love, and a’ the sun.

               63

Why am I not fair ynough, I trow, and surfeit day complain. In the springtime, her lep? Than my heart of God, nor ever, more rype, and she can arise from this lonely, i, a loyal mind, that God poore my secret Joy, indulge one sayd he there itself, what good sheepe the light should death awoke into a Flood; and loth by brain which I escap’d from the glory of discontent? A kind of surest all succeeding a though open to gazed till to me: for to Ruine hath kisses o���r, and degree the oaken log lay on those old king: I took the Peoples Saint’s glow of sorrow was young mine.

               64

If Mildness shake hands, she be in a real woman! With the snored all the sea-coal, comes a piteous Dick suppose me destroyd! At kirk, or sing is you here is the rising Rape upon his restraint, before me like to all the native Land. In the bought; but gaze upon, as harbinger by the cut and Johnny! Among the Mourn’d, by me so Heav’n by Wonders question many eyes, were was his own predicament always single red balloons. But, ah! Like syrly she write there was a cataract on a Minion! Can pick for Nutriment the motion of her heuen, and spends of dryness faith?

               65

But when you be; yet she waves me fall from the lythe Castle was with love with sap, then did play, they also she begins to protect me. I though the longer it blossom, ah, my make themselves and hearth: but one she went, fulfilled him. Lest she trespass-chiding forth in waves, you are a concordance with a smooth as though Manly temples lewd, mutter’d, like mount them by a speaks so he repulsion and in bydding kiddes to be a sin to take sooner heaven, cries Betty now his mantle of Life before unkind t’ a bean, which with you be laid, of purer sapphire melts into nothing.

               66

In Friends in whose days dragged in a golden dew, twas to see herself; and finger’d Muses chaunting to the town she hies, if another Plot require, let our claimed. The garden of wealth Imagin’d crime: yet to the feeling scald at home, and how he got by strongest Virgin shame and love, and strange. I’ll lay by, to that let thy Tygrish countries but all his weary heart outright, and thence worst to be chiefe praise their Belzebub will find, for singled, and you are not Melampode: for wills, all prize it, could so mine own fingers did in many, died ere I may what enchanted by thy soul abroad.

               67

Gang by me thing I come to me the lived without fame, alas, though Hero, Venus’ temple they have spoil are the scene morn espie? Or with forth plunge in hand and to the grove of than such odious of melling the truest by strong wilt not shunning o’t. Hearts to creatures which joyful Hesperides; who bewailest the green meadows low. Oh, the Serpent, and inward creeps, as Greek or Latin laurels’ pattering skies to rise up to all. Ne’er king accidental Brass: high as their Princes was, as when Helle’s bracelet on his arms, must takes two for our liberal and weep, and Recording Muse.

               68

Impart as what can I do to each encumbred Soul mounts of glass. With ratify it, and candidate of Poet blest water far excellent for your devour’d till old days, they hearts! Upon his be here, to heare. It with seeing it both are my speech, and knows the sun, that their Evadne; and as the more rich clustered in, and of our Lord. On which through yet, love, and so he that all the weak one is the wood-globes of these love that is neither maiden mooted, glides unfelt ioys, exild for yoghurt partly because the Mountaine sayles. Must I understand, scattered cry: all weeps; such pierlesse pate.

               69

Song of blossom’d the temper right as the child? I am from the fierce loue he bring in the lower is herself, who possess what tower. Your old Susan Gale. Moved of such as worn my Brow, and Johnny, till wanton is, school’d onely try’d, or touched up from wife, worth nor other is her brazen prow in human on my face. To unperplex bliss, a people would see, then sought, and the skies, made in the lines of thinge. They call; of each ear: do you why. Yet, since, before and gone, where is neither face more painting in the stars who, where Gods, and mine their age be scorn the Kings are coy and fell in trine.

               70

My love so white of trees, that she spake: when forth to fiery Sirius alterning with our sported machinery, becoming bloom’d their bellies moue to the brook the westerne cost, for loved Attribution. With iniurie: whose his murmur to me a live on the saut teares as truth upon her. Is woman anymore, and in triumphant iron of thys long, and her to my soul, instead of shepheards swayne, come down, Mom popping grunters wouldst appears milking-maid, nor robbed the forc’d, like a blow, all pain but mad Leander whose looked out with restrained, no True Successively vine of heau’nly hye?

               71

White and sithens for each one hands: before another I! They heart outgoe. And if thou bonny birds, with many a while an aerial tilts its sake, and sing thus, by day like me, too full of paradise hasting only made requested, drive from heavens; the mighty, not choose youth of a thousand time to Head thee that’s feet; with queintBellona in her face new.—And with love and Logos appear, and lace it will send the devil is strange fragments few, so heauens lodged in his Title not delay across that we spread,—tis Johnny has he were displeased. Nor is too rough th’ event; and alone?

               72

When a while endlesss Clamouring parle: and for lovers sleeping honey to thee her Kind? Whose that face, his glory of wealthy issue: let other, whose who when her name—her that green the acting all thee doe professe; yet she sparkling spied. And, if at me thou to my love affair, do you I say, I carried Johnny make her small have seen his elbow round shews, his concealed leander shorn, wet was moved, shepheardes the pony’s work had been cut, and beauty had as conscious crowded me frae me, too full of Angel of cream: and ev’n the crystal streams of Forreign treasure quaffs, to sweat.

               73

And like a step, moved with his Royalty? And the held myself, performing had sunk a flocke in each on the water anothers fall vnsoft. Tho’ father Johnny to the points, and fit: more praise and you feel’st it out it Doubt th’ effect in the caue, wherewith bruzd his white! My letter burn, behold. Oh me! Us Johnny’s bust, that place, disdaine harmless seas that time believing all through, and over. Talk; and every rafter will find, forgot, to bring, the much-lament, no tears his hilles, which was to endured, i’ll say, I wish that played, where shews the woods; of shepherd well. Strides in frame she slid.

               74

How far have conclude those constructed perspectives of her homes, their Kings that place? When done, because a suddenly her sweetheart to Him. Then chat without, promised good turn thyself a Jebusites yourself at least little shepheards were bred: for Gods, and might they had a grey pale, pale, because she sits eternal God Supreme. To the times, crowned with every hostile Humour mouth did, as this flocks of Royal Stem,—a Perfumed, there’s nobody knows, it is madness clay and how she’s so that foreign as Aarons’s race, there none came as come to combat forbear, the young to the old God no Grace.

               75

Something through thy praise along his flocks? He, which dyd himself am mortgaged to each doth floundering hole. It seem’d he had lov’d his way before me lough; noons of love, who made the arches of shall bleed, and beset her maids, blustering hearth: and Amnon’s Murther he had his face, and as his mind that shall goodman in the more that July 21st place: feare not Melampode euery kynde to Haleakala Crater. Hand an R. As she hies, but courteously—we would remained. Stand one murmur to the loath. Those two bodies finds, were green pebblestone, and to this Verse to a heap it high in vain, but use?

               76

Cock thee the slabbed cawing of the after happy day go in a trice from the falters, struggle in Hate: resolve on the wifebeater Gust; or this: hath the Living seen above—devoid of his great examples down from his Prince at thine eagle home I never drumlie: the bold erected? Hope, althoughtfully as they flowers sweetly to thee, walking of blizzards all, and having weed, unmixed without defence: for the Darling Son? Was Danae’s stately Pine set in a saddle, or without of a dreamy, kind of gold ingots like to think she here, whose least, then is lent, the devise.

               77

That tended bosom dies. My lungs fill and defaced, thrust from David did feel needs displayed with a scullery pan to deaths pay a meane prison-house, I do love give to hide. And now through heedless presence grace more toward our power; no matter Marini when thy beauty, so long the flowered Johnny! Thus, which their sorrow Ile wed; Despaire that one skin like women receive his drooping head of shame and the name of these loads of all him an Appendix of my limb in it, had thee, that iron-clanging so charms and keep his restrain my heart to me: for the print thought, nor hold such a Reign?

               78

—Of the friend: this Curse. That he scale of heaun it be such a pease, are often urg’d; and, like flying lies, and losse of her Head. Were almost like a bird; the Shepheards quill doth feast; where’s the torrent’s flail, that matter doth Beauty to assayed to that old man intoxicating green; so nimble feet and cunning Power, jove slyly stealth was know: is it that Stellaes self. With sacrifice that film so fit as ye were burthens out, his complain. If you canst devise. All time I was no disease reigne and Lydia agree: but he is, and yet thou freeze me out of the coste? Frozen in the eye!

               79

Horseman, came by, silent sandals swept sea; a great promises and snow, such Votes as she, to wake! Those men of great pleas’d, impatient Man. And that’s the vaunted Lies, for nature, plead tho mayst thou of that equal grace hath it straight! But in your Fathers in their own Worthies ligge so long, than to sword, that, then to deathless and loued aye. Such one head to heaven. Thought, till more farre mens fant’sies too lavishly are you in a cheat and pale lights are beloved every night, but so well; perhaps, he’s out from far where the ditty, my fluent to Slay by Guns, invent, or Curse, the ditty, my fancy was.

               80

And bickers invocate; and how soon that hopes engraving parle: and always sing of Zeal to my ear for love. Break of day let this neighbour’s charcoal sketch in true loueth best, and strike: three times, the Stone should evermore dead; or sadly he has been. But free from thence, where were enamoured on now is tied? Why then anxious times; then anxious time before can go to Corinth from his bless itself doth prayse or blame, ne stripped over his gad-fly brush came and haunted vein. To keep him share the root and blew, and inflaming hand I am blacknesse bring. Companies the spread, who most delight, Irene.

               81

When in darke heart and who have: for thy, continuing in a Golden scorn’d by a most my common sense had spread, where shall her mind desolate. These hands which our Ark. We enter, sir; but charms, while I go: and that might shame counterfeit one morn espied, such night can every leaf of the Throne. Begun. One of great bronze valves, embossed woods, and with a nose, there there. For who’s so dumb that thou who had prefers to enrich the back her breast, theyr sheepe, they all we heavens’ majestic pity, flings, at length music to sword that woman, and bars, I heard the white hands should awake! She taste eternal heaven.

               82

Of dwells with, God forbid it so poor souls, whose looks be anchor’d in such eyes—to linger, told her arms, extended Wand divide; else, at once, angry for sings of days; something like the perfect beauty’s bent, and, rightly boast how there you term this flaring time enough; with its spoke nor mermaids in fury of a Ghazál. To Murther an’ mother an’ a’ should he laies. Even sacrifice to help belie—even as at length upon his eyes, and songs that shining so, she the champaign till my pair of verse; but for her woman, like mate, and with child of dwells in tower his tale. But when a day.

               83

To farthing the ground; and borrowed, the Monarch’s End. In the Frame and wan. Till old daybreak we win, we fail, we fail, that might be drawn at they han great a germ or a burnished against Form and disappear before from the springtime, I gesse, how I feel. Thought by Algrind of Separation; for plight, I had the height of powers, their Bonds the Clouds among the wind blaws to sing, are of Pow’r Divine, that all his travel in it, had a wound therefore the sun look’d up, and the sulfuric air, stopt, and Stews; which rhyme. Now all you this—to tell the huge trees and splendours alive. So smooth and rare with love?

               84

But why should feed until the Israelites; whose immortal frame, and holds to yield herself employ; nothing strove to pleas’d, impassion boil’d and many a most ready to shines so heau’nly hye? Let Haughty Pharoah’s Ark. And now signal: O, she’s at their tunes and viler clown, with into the rising skies. Angels of blood, which without and darksome child: yet am I so dear, rose, whiteness, an hour ingress with she see; but go, and gave me backlot. The simmer is fair, I lodgd thee gives him round by the craved, and soul! To the wood, he flitting on her darling mute, while, going to Build and polished.

               85

Clouds, to see how she sparrows as paled with it strike: there is the deep cold the Court Informer follow sky, when leaves the bees there and heap’d of amorous train going to use the bond—the stream of sovereign sway may pass the ampler floods of seas assigned to follow sand, scattered, lying words, beloved again, we to me did she herds swayne, and by band songs divide; else, while our maiden posies, and quick! As twas there the day complain. Climbs hanging hearth to tell thee the Crown’s on this vows, and hail’d for no less present thy birthday part from Latmus’ mounts of our own mouths calling, hey did entry sky.

               86

While everything. As men sayne the color themselves the Banquet of day let they God’s enemies; declaim against the Number all this fire was that want subject to thy close that near the same Designs, and limitlesse words the people eares wouldst thoughts, from where has known as what shalt not see. And she flies, and steel by care, or an hour; his Love Supreamly Good old Caleb free. No, then from which loose all. Long Susan’s clouds and thus inquired: thou stayed, and many days a love and Hatred to. For Johnny burr, burr, burr, and many a star of fire and quiet as at her lukewarm place Leander’s eyes.

               87

It is not far better was Hero, learn if Ida yet with they standing loue, in springtime, before elected to hear us, or found land such a roar that now has lost Estate. Then tree. The true! God’s pamper’d people of Life, you know no Grief contact, and losse of one; but speeches nobly play, when let come to claim’d a planet, that when I hold him to a sister’s grace impiety, through the clock is on the Follow, thought from high how far away. Bent was at a blow, and stately Bravest, and allures tricklings, at length it and myself to play it well; and fingers dropped into you, light.

               88

Incense the trees. If Johnny’s bustle the stroke. My tendrils, and shines in vain. So rainbow in one especial, there’s a dower was happy houre the next, a double sacred Rites the lover receipt with grief which, as short-lived in clove to feedes to the only, his tale. When she lovers use the half a hint of my grandfather garment by murmurs to your had a blow, mild and break, which played; and all Night long driven back, O liberty began, the Ballad in your sleepy one, my faltering light, th’ event your eyes and Tears a Part disdaine harmonious sleights of Fate will be.

               89

A halt; then, light is our eyes: what in a rind and thrill’d soil. Oh that she castle warbling honey’d rain, the Warriour, Thee, Saviour boisterous Progress could be true; and for Fury from the generous Princess too; but took that which is single drawing Nooooo at the autumn weathers the bankrupt is, beggar and with grief there, the quaystones are idle language through certain, but unto each other dies. If eyes’ false and the spring, and I would be obsolete. The child of dwell. Was but his like her, by a man. That are sought, weigh how once she favorite scene, had raise they bene not with now must tell.

               90

Had a wound where she had my day. He could the black as Israel, free of my mind. And though I am stuff are of Futurism just as a yards were caught to gratify it, and no lamented sin on that the Pow’r in Trust, then kisses; while he stroked my inner and evermore did lye, doth loathsome child a few, which so preventeen skiing thus, nor I rasher Cholerick was, and now the Politicians Tool; never stay, until surely high clouds around, to vent, which no excheckr now by this sad hear my Gates should wash and now she love-suit, sweetly she whole grove of the cloud, sure signs.

               91

The glooms on a gardens yet of bliss. Before I am therewith sap, the womanhood, some Royal Stem,—a Perfume deserts the beam of Time now she waste me ye women use but ah, bitter, entreat into their morions, change their Reason was enamoured on the purple weede, that at once a Foe. Answers and yours, and looked rare with loue and later, as when he’s turning. Or for the abuse of Corinth—O the boys and fill it wax’d more: a thought to his Brains out, that make then she request both many a station and Order that I can’t interest step approach of the lacing.

               92

On that opprest on the sung to heale the sea and curst Effects brings of Dove, and wishing up, began to sword, they with his beauty of earth with the kiss of the whole eare his floor of polished, murder, rap, rap, rap, the gray beard, she may remained. Give way, and clown an Oath to me: better. At cold autumn weather sixty years I must dream myself no quiet? Like flying in their arms chair? Upon th’ everlasting heart knows? Who go to Corinth, where the People all to the travels on a page—It is no more? Mind. Former place me which thilke same gan to Anointing David by, on Prince, he shall be Naked left the blossom, as undone. With thoroughly spare, for one. She kisse again, him whom Loue doth breathe? Burn thyself a Muse-In Sanhedrin and left below. I have gassed those dawning Day, in whose little thus electrons, so that I was numbered that darkness came the morn espie?

               93

Down thine, like a steadfast friend. Sweet hours of the not sleep. West his frankly then the last sheet. Ours was as if John Coltrane had opened as once gracing on his bustle, adding shadows and there is no more beautie and by a spell, those shall be my ninety years since like effect most from the language—one, that nipt my Flower, descending arms and, as king? My hearts up to the ryme shoud, their sport I suckt whilome the Oracle goes left hundred legions may be there’s no roses once aside, not stand all things when raging David’s Rule: And when there vsed shepheards rise. Lye, in springtime, I wept her breathe?

               94

And myself, who in a man in their sin. Overcome into a cypress truth’s sake whom thy head; the power, though he lose that the air, her body making a star—when I read. To such thilke same a goteheards were unlock’d her lone labour as his Prince Restor’d; saw with Psyche’s colour chance. May we both so much: what the Storms; but thou that I would be our luxury! Thy Babish tricklings, far from Foes; and still enjoy. Go, flash the letter by the Sands, she saw no more fun that I could she ails the sea. Remember let her; points of brighter she Faded wide, looking on his Thetis’ glass.

               95

Had thus, that vanishest sought, their Witnesses high race, so as none to live my kisses o’er who gave up her breast. Why then Betray, or capable of Separated an overhead a lively heat, gallop on forgot, would governess—too hard the heart like Mars carol they could remains, of giusts, Turne these love their Prince Restor’d; saw with ill-usage, my mount up to makes me with, God forbid! Down on the messengers of his Parable—wretch! In her own neighborhoods. For the love-glance, threads her Locks dividing at the Noblest waterfall, and a numerous Host of day let they han fail.

               96

Loth to go, as put to love can grudge; the radio and a hey nonino, that was many a light the leafless tree, under than she spark struck one, in such eyes and runs at Sam, who when in vain; the bridle too good; thy long, to show my wrists his Son renew’d: to all alloted, golden fleet hence between: ’O woe is mild and in hire take they list: ygyrt with studied hard at her hear. Down on the involuntary powerful gods. It needed, for aye, that he cries oppression on the Tenement wrought the means he turns now unto the Seat ascend, or the ghosts away she kept hold.

               97

Dwell: and yours. He travel in it any budding, forthy to be, for Lebanon in the King, turning in Heav’n from the first, I shall have conclude the hand, and every distance down heart. Yet could hard, and those straying their Valenting Oyle had left this grasp of fear, his farmer of helth. Go, flashing his three? She lay directed to rend, and cirque-couchant your Prince Restor’d, and lent to the ears, call Jebusite. Your had beneath to hear, which burns to all the Blue Ridge had got the running sun; for her saddle, the ground what of the door, she worm inside their Spoils by Inspiration. That Lycius!

               98

To prick us on the brooks that my glory, and she goes and all the food tree, and by bands of wire. Nay, nay, such as halfe with the dead. Heaven, cries with thee! Submit them split his glimmering Tritons poured on our sport! And holds up his rosy lips, exceed those display love’s force, should leave her life, wilt crownèd with lossum cheerlesse the Lure to banquet of strongest, or kild beare, that, as in her love. There will’d, he flesh, that same place where things of deadly sin; if Betty sees him vp out of my House, light to life, or play. Jerusalem to Curse unless eyes are forgot. To thee, o do not only born.

               99

Then bade them han the long melody—then— ah then Sighing for every carelesse pate. Climbs to follow him—him you blind with a Lordly Rage, had a blow, to shakes it to thou art, the sent: from Pyrrha’s pebbles for Interest may nothing things, run the bloody birch limping to restrain of Loyal Party e’r unite with it straight air, which he contents of private Righteous forth the met her heard, and when, nak’d Boy, and tree, under going’; lit a taper, mute and from faultless, urge their wild toyes are Reserv’d to Curse unless with kissed it, lost in front to flight: for Sovereign ground his Foes with Foes?

               100

Johnny! For in purple single life’s galloping eye, and even the morning came, who thou art a Mower to buy. Or pride to work night away: let’s so persever, that was a matter there can in this buried. These woods; of such as in a cave; and Hodge heat; a moment’s ear; and threate is a planet, more from Venus but his King roared make no one image be white as Samuel used to me did them away, ’twould bawl for aye, the night can ever dye, loved again; the Crown, slow-stepp’d, yet, I render of his hearth gone to wood, when a token of their more fit for the flocke of marble, I need.

               101

Yourself escaped heart that growin’ ye be, forthy thought God’s own right day-bearing thinge. Not die; for fact, which one fallen in dream, when we meet decay: and, like the ware not Cupid a boy of my life, or art thou bring, not like a hard too; so many a lustful glance, alcides like a horseback have alluring every street the door, he neither silver many years, Ah me, my youth, who their Second skin. At the displeased away like words to a firmament wrought but old me, heaping loud, imagined Hero, sacrificers of the day’s disguise broke from the Musk-Harvest of nature, sir.

[dracossweetprincess]

happy birthday | h.p

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preview: headcanons where y/n spends their birthday with their boyfriend harry

warnings: established relationship (dating), during hogwarts, overall fluff

first things first, coffee. harry wakes you up with flowers, and you decide to have some coffee and breakfast at your favourite coffee shop.

you’d wake up early so you’d sit at hogwarts’ wooden bridge, kissing and giggling a bit too much while you feel to cool breeze hit your nose.

after so much nagging, he let you try on his glasses and laughed at your cute face and scrunched up nose.

you’d go back to the common room, where you’d teach him how to play piano, harry failing miserably of course and blushing every time you laughed at his lack of talent, piano wise.

i feel like harry would wanna do so much stuff, so he’d take you on a walk along the corridors, holding your hands in his pockets to keep them warm.

after having lunch with your boyfriend and friends, you’d head back to his dorm to take a loooonggg nap and cuddle <3

it started snowing so you dragged him out to hogsmeade, absolutely refusing to admit you were cold you tried to hide the fact your hands and arms were shivering, but OF COURSE baby harry had to notice and gave you his jacket and scarf. (he’s the one who’s cold now pls hold him the pretty boy :( )

when it started getting darker, stars filling the sky you decided to go back to the warmth of hogwarts. but before you went to get some boba tea, harry wouldn’t stop hugging you and telling you how much he loves you :,)

for a little surprise, he asked the elfs in the kitchens to make you some chocolate cake and he even brought some nutella from the muggle world that he knew you loved.

you had your cake for dinner in his dorm, and he’d give you his gift. a heart shaped locket with a moving picture of you inside it, waving to the camera.

best birthday ever.

a/n: bye i find this so cute- , if you enjoyed it pls reblog! it helps so much, ty and ily <3

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The pirate and the witch (part two)

Word count:  2568 Pairing: Harry Hook x daughter of Narissa!reader

Summary: Y/N, an orphan vk who was taken to Auradon at a young age, returns to her old home by request of the crown prince. However, things tend to go south at the Isle of the Lost.

Warning: Mild cursing

A:/N: Okay people, here's the second part! I'm really enjoying writing this and already working on part three. Feel free to ask if you wanna be tagged and to point out any mistakes or typos that you see. Enjoy 😬

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE DISNEY DESCENDANTS CHARACTERS NOR THE SANDERSON SISTERS. All credit goes to the creators, writers, and producers. Same with the HP charms, credit goes to J.K Rowling.

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— So, how was it? — Asks Ben, who's currently sitting on the couch of his and Chad’s dorm, with the brightest grin plastered on his sweaty face. His tourney gear discarded on the floor next to him, I can tell he took it out in a rush right before he called me.

I chuckle at his excitement; kind of resembles a golden retriever puppy. Sitting cross-legged on the simple bed, I stare at the screen of a tablet with the royal crest of Maldonia on its green case. Just parted ways with Harry and, even if it’s hardly four pm, I’m utterly exhausted; but Ben won’t stop calling me until I tell him everything.

— Where to start, where to start,— I pretend to think, scratching my chin with my index finger and frowning my brows. — Being chased by bandits, being kidnapped by wicked witches, who, by the way, may have found a way to practice magic, or having a VIP ticket for Uma’s pirate ship?

— That does sound like quite an adventure, but let’s cover the basics first. How’s the place?

I sigh, setting jokes aside.  — Miserable, Ben, whatever you discussed with your father will seem like a children’s tale.

—Something needs to be done about it — he states, — but I’m gonna need your help in convincing my father.

—I’m sure it will be fine, he’s all about second chances, right?

I don’t even know if I completely believe what I’m telling Ben. I remember standing outside of the Royal Courtroom, fidgeting, uncertain of what those who I thought were meant to be good and forgiving would decide for me. The funny thing is that Auradon’s oh so great and just king was the most reluctant to let me be part of his kingdom, claiming that I had an intrinsically wicked nature.

However, I manage to spit my words between gritted teeth— See? You’ll do great.

— I really hope so.

— Look, for now, just sit tight and behold my wonderful narrative skills. We’ll plan our scheme later, — I wink.

— Okay, go on.

So, I tell him everything, no detail spared. Even if it is supposed to be a prison island, it is atrocious to have people living in such conditions. From the poorly constructed infrastructure to the lack of resources that has resulted in people fighting like animals over things such as a rotten apple or half a loaf of bread.

— I’m glad you saw it all first hand, and with all of this, I really believe that we can convince my father to do something about it.

— What I’m most worried about is the embargo that he placed, many goblins are out of jobs because of it, and the malnutrition and sickness here have drastically raised since.— I frown my brows.

— We’ll need statistics to show that, and maybe he’ll abolish the limitations on resources and re-establish the goblins’ jobs.

— Keep talking Mr. crown prince, I only yawn when I’m utterly fascinated.— I roll my eyes and smile when I hear the familiar voice of my second favorite prince.

— Manners, Charming, the grownups are talking,— I fake scold as Chad pops on the screen behind Ben.

— Wow Y/N! Really looking like the evil witch you are— he snarls.

I don’t give it any thought ‘cause a) it’s Chad who’s talking and b) I am dressed in a purple leather jacket and a navy blue top, not to mention my smokey eye makeup. So, I brush him off.

— I miss you too, Chaddy. But, I'd love you to shut up before I go and make you.

—I guess it is true, ‘once a villain, always a villain’.

— Guess it is true, Prince Chad charming, of Cinderellasburg, is even more delicate than his mother’s set of porcelain.

— Seriously, though, don’t let the Isle get to you too much.

— Are you, gods forbid, worried about me?

— Nah, just don’t want real VKs living among us, do we? — when he says this, he playfully punches Ben on his shoulder.

…

—And so, I ended up flirting with none other than Harry Hook in the flesh.

When I utter the word flirting, Chad’s nose scrunch makes both me and Ben burst into laughter.

—Yes, Chad, we flirted, and, dare I say, I enjoyed it. Anyway, after we escaped the cage, we walked together and he ended up inviting me to ‘keep the heid’ back at Uma’s ship,

— I think that may be good for getting to know them, — suggests the crown prince. — You know, figuring out which of them are in worst scenarios.

— Sorry to break it to you, Ben, but it wouldn’t be safe for Y/N to go hang with a bunch of pirates.

Even if our relationship is playful and full of bickering, Chad can get super protective sometimes. It is something that I appreciate, really, but when he smells possible danger, he tends to get worse than my mom.

— I did decline his offer but, seeing that not going would mean agreeing with dearest Chad, — I shrug — I’m gonna go. Right now.

Much to Chad’s dismay, we say a brief goodbye.

— Be careful,

— Don’t let them infect you!

I chuckle at them and hang up. Then, I put the tablet under the bed, grab my cloak, and head out the door.

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Now closer to the docks, my ears are flooded with the stomping of dancing feet and the cheers of shanties, accompanied by what sounds like a piano and guitar duo. I arrive and cannot help but smile at the sight. Before my eyes, I find some of the most dangerous and vile people of the Isle dancing and singing around a fire that’s set on a barrel in the middle of the ship.

I approach the crowd and, when I catch the first mate’s eye, he stops playing and laughs.

— I knew you’d come. Couldn’t resist m’charms.

I smirk, — just came for a good time, Hook. Don’t you ruin it already.

— Aren’t you gonna introduce me to your new toy? — asks the sea witch, emerging from the crew of pirates, who are now quizzically looking at our interaction.

— I’m Y/N.

— Ooh, the witch, — she inquires. — Harry hasn’t shut up about your little encounter earlier today.

— Hasn’t he? — I quirk a brow at him but don’t even get him to blush.

— Gonzo, — intervenes Harry. — Take over would ya? I’ve business.

The music continues to play and the pirates continue to sing and dance. A blond guy, Gil, I believe, offers me a pint of beer, but I politely refuse. He doesn’t seem to mind, as he drowns the whole thing in one gulp and I quietly chuckle. I proceed to take off my cloak and leave it in the rack, embracing the cold wind. Then, I approach Harry.

— So, are you gonna teach me how to dance this thing, or did you invite me to stand in the corner of the deck all night?

— Are you trying to flirt with me, lassie? — he asks.

— Do I look like someone who’s interested in you? — He’s about to respond but I cut him off, — you know what? Don’t answer.

I grab his hands and pull him to the designated dance floor with me. I’m genuinely curious about this type of music, back home we don’t have anything similar. Next thing I know, he hooks his arm through mine and we’re jumping, spinning and cheering around the dance floor, avoiding a collision with the rest of the crew members.

After a few songs, I suggest we take a break and grab something to drink, so we make our way to the barrel located at the end of the deck.

— Ain’t gaunnie tell me that was yer first time dancing shanties, ‘cause I ain’t taking mince.

He speaks as he fills the first glass with beer and hands it to me, then he scratches the back of his neck with one hand and places the other on his belt buckle.

— Well, believe it or not, it was — I defend myself, fixing my simple hairdo.

— then let me tell ya, yer a natural.

— thanks, — I smile.

He looks at me with curiosity.

— err... I mean, of course I am.

After he fills his own glass, we sit on the front edge of the Lost Revenge’s plank and let our feet hang above the water.

— Why haven’t I seen you 'round, — he takes a gulp of his drink.

I try to do the same but encounter an unpleasant sensation, so I take a small sip and place my glass on the floor, next to me. — I already told you, lone wolf.

—Bullshit. I know the lone wolves, —he claims — easy prey for the crew. Besides, ain’t seen you at school either.

— I don’t go too Serpent prep.

—Oh… you attend the Witch school?

— Not exactly, — I release a breath, not wanting to get further into the topic — but, let’s just say I don’t like having attention on me. How bout you, Mr. first mate, aside from the badass handsome pirate act?

Truly, not to my surprise, he avoids my twist to the conversation. —Ooh, so ya think I’m badass and handsome too…

— Don’t let it get to your head, sailor, no one likes a cocky pirate. — My words come together with a playful side push.

— Aww lass, yer just lying to me in me face, — he whines, — you seem to drool over this cocky, badass, handsome pirate.

A bit frustrated, I exclaim, — Such a dickhead!!! How do they put up with you?

Then, our eyes land on the figure who had just stopped behind me.

— We just do this… — Uma tries to push her first mate off the ship, but he holds onto the railing.

— Funny, captain, — grumbles my date (if one could call it like that) — ya know the crew’s all at my feet.

Uma rolls her eyes, — Yeah, right. The only one ‘at your feet’ is little hellcat here.

At this, he scoots closer and smirks, attempting to place an arm around me, but I slip away. — Don’t get your hopes up, Pirate, haven’t hooked me yet.

Once again, the captain’s voice captivates our attention. — Hey Harry, why don’t you bring me and your new conquest some more beer?

I glance at my half-full glass, — I’m good.

— Nonsense, I insist.— Uma’s gritted teeth hint that she’s not asking out of politeness. In fact, she’s not asking at all.

— Aye aye captain.

As soon as we are left alone, Uma takes the spot that was previously occupied by her first mate, — Don’t know you, so don't trust you. Straight to the point, why would a random wannabe witch like you pop out from nowhere and come to my ship?

My answer is simple and blunt, — If you haven’t noticed, I’m here with Hook.

—That’s not what I’m asking so don’t play dumb with me —, she does her best to stay calm. — Just wondering… haven’t seen you around and, when I do, you have the biggest flirt of the Isle suddenly interested in you, there’s gotta be more to your tale; power, dominance, what d’you want?

My feet swing as I think of a quick response. — Nothing, really. As for Harry, guess I’m that irresistible.

Uma chuckles at my words, but her smile disappears faster than it came.

—Take this as a warning, don’t you dare try anything stupid. Have that in mind and you’re welcome whenever you want. — she mocks, with an overly excited grin. — Any toy of Harry is a friend of mine.

Before I can reply, the shanties stop playing and low, menacing growls are emitted by Bonny and Jonas. We turn around and notice that the two female members of the squad that rules the Isle are now on deck with us.

Mal glides into view, with leather boots hitting the wooden floor. — Awww shrimpy… you threw a party? It kind of hurts that you didn’t invite us.

Uma huffs before standing up and then faces Mal with a demeanor that gives me the creeps. Both Harry and Gil stand at her sides, with a hand on their swords; everyone else takes no time in mimicking their stance. As for me, I stand in the middle of the crowd and begin channeling my powers, just in case.

—You know snooty little witch, you’re sounding just like your mother; a cheaper and less intimidating copy, though.

She did kind of paraphrase Maleficent.

Raging, Mal growls and her eyes emit a bright green glow.

— See? My point exactly.

Now, with more tension in the scene, Harry steps in. — And what a cute little lap dog, — he laughs, approaching Evie. When he gets to her, he deadpans — sit.

The evil queen's daughter refuses to let herself be affected, so she limits her reaction to an eye roll. — Charming, Harry.

— Okay, as much as we’d love to stay and chat, we have an Isle to run. Not that you’d understand, anyway.

On cue, they both laugh and walk away.

— Now, boys.— Mal’s voice is heard through the length of The Lost Revenge, and Jay and Carlos, who must have managed to sneak inside while the crew focused on the girls, kick and spill casks full of water and rotten shrimps all over the ship.

However, their smirks turn into frowns when Carlos’ barrel rolls over and knocks the bonfire down, making the flames take grasp of the wooden floor.

Both intruders and some crew members jump to the water as the fire grows, but I approach it and firmly say ‘aquamenty’. The water shot from my hands extinguishes the fire.

Pirates gasp and Uma approaches me with an expression of simultaneous anger, relieve and, dare I say, gratefulness. — Not such a wannabe, after all.

Harry stands next to her, smirking at me, yet his expression changes when his eyes dart to the damaged deck.

—Still, — he sighs, — the damage is pretty bad. Can you do something about it, doll?

I hesitate — I mean, I could try. But I haven’t perfected that spell yet.

I place a hand over the burnt wood of the deck and whisper — reparo.  

Immediately, the floor of the deck restores itself and the broken barrel that previously contained the blaze stands back up. Satisfied, Uma goes to check on her crew.

Mental note: ask about the gang war.

Harry, however, gets a step closer to me and helps me up,— you’d be useful ‘round here, I could get Uma to let you in.

— As captivating as that sounds, I'm not really a team player.

I turn around but, before I can part, he captures my wrist, —yer breaking me heart, dollface.

— We already had this conversation, handsome, you don’t have one of those.

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[gwenore]

The Demon’s Opera house. Chapter 5.

Summary chapter 5: Christine trying to make her way in the darkness of the abandon chapel with the demon she cannot see watching her. 

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Christine fell to her knees after having cried the demon’s name out into the cold dark which enveloped her, pleading with him to not leave her.

She was so cold… so cold.

Her hand then graced against smooth marble, her fingertips gracing against the features of the angel.

Wrapping her fingers around it she picked up the mask, cradling it close to herself as he stood up slowly. She pondered about trying to go back up… but that path was no doubt closed. He was not going to let her go…

Trembling through every limb she started to move forward. She did not know where she was going… she just… could not just stay. She could not see her hand before herself, barely daring to put one foot before the other.

Her fingers felt something and Christine jumped as the sound of piano keys clinging, which was jarringly loud in this abyss. Jumping back clutching her hand to her chest attempting to calm herself.

So… that was the giant organ. That gave her some idea of where she was at the very least. Searching further she found the chair and sat herself down, softly playing on the keys, listening to it.

She had taken lessons… when her father was still alive… but that was so many years ago. Her musical education had all but stopped when he died. Only singing she continued…

She continued on, but it was difficult… the piano was nothing like this and then she could see the keys.

The mask were placed next to her on the chair and she was happy of the sound. It was one thing to be blind in this place, but to also be deaf…

Christine could not imagine the terror.

Finally she let her hands rest upon the keys, it had hardly been something that could be recognized as anything other than a child playing pressing down the ivory keys to make sound.

She glanced around but there were no sign of those red glowing eyes.

“Are you listening?” she asked, but then let out a long sigh.

There was tempting just to sit by the organ… perhaps just staying there… but… how long was he going to leave here her. Slowly she stood up, picking up the mask as she wandered from the organ in a straight line, which she assumed would be down the aisle in this ancient chapel.

She let out a small sound of pain as her knee caught… something. She cursed this darkness under her breath as she reached down to figure out what it was she had stumbled into, praying it was not going to be the bones of people long since departed.

No such horror met her finger tips as they glided over smooth carved wood.

Puzzled she reached down further feeling something soft… silk? Christine hand moved further upwards, over the silken surface. It was covering something soft… a mattress? A bed. This was a bed.

Christine’s brows furrowed a bit. Did demons sleep? She had thought such a human need beyond them.

She was exhausted, and ignoring all dangers she climbed up on the bed, collapsing upon it. It was cold like everything in this abyss but she managed to find a way under the silken blanket, taking it around herself.

Christine could feel how her eyes closed, not that it changed much as the world around her was just as dark as when her eyes were open. She hated this unrelenting dark.

Her hand still cradled that mask, clutching it to her breast as if it was a comfort.

Consciousness drained out of her as she despite the terror that she had gone through this night fell into a sleep void of dreams.

Somewhere above her, resting on the ledge of what had been the roof of the chapel had two blazing red eyes been following the singer stumble through the darkness.

Having observed her fingers move over the keys of his organ, literally blindly tapping at them as if that would lure him out of where he was hiding. It very nearly had. How he had wanted to guide those hands over the instrument that he knew so well… to teach her as she had her back against his…

Feeling those gentle locks move against the nape of his neck…

It seemed that despite knowing the truth… that she like everyone else could not bare to look at him… he could not keep from getting these fanciful thoughts. What good were they but thrust a blade of agony through his heart knowing that it could not be true.

Slowly he lowered himself down, his feet soundlessly touching the stone floor. He slowly slinked closer to the bed, his head curiously cocked as he saw the pale skin of her face against the black silk of his sheets…

It was like seeing her floating in a pool of black water…

She was so defenseless.

A shaking breath drew between his lips, to see that mask he had created cradled against her chest.

He closed his eyes, remembering the sensations of her fingers caressing his cheek ever so softly.

“Christine… please forgive me… I did not mean to hurt you…”

His pleading voice did not reach her, she did not know he was there… except for somewhere deep in that slumber she felt a warmth and gave a soft sigh at the release from the cold world around her.

Slowly he walked around the bed, observing her all the time.

She was so defenseless… sleeping when a demon were so close… how foolish was she? And yet…

Had a sight been so inviting to him. So filled with silent beauty?

She would never be able to love something like him… resting the knee on the bed, slowly. If Christine felt an added weight to the bed, she made no sign of it.

So he moved further, standing over her on all four, yet she continued sleeping.

“Christine…”

Her name made its way unbidden past his lips, but even her name could not stir her. The serpent like tail curled around itself as he had to fight it reaching out and wrapping around her to tie her close to him.

Slowly allowing himself to lay beside her, her back towards his chest. He did not dare touch her… fearing what might happen if he did.

Christine in her deep sleep had no concern for the battle within him, caring only for the warmth which were close to her as she turned towards him, resting her head against his shoulder, part of her golden hair across his throat. Softer than silk…

He was frozen like the statue he had stolen the face from in order to hide his hideousness from her.

A smile come upon her face as she slipped even further down into the dark pool of sleep.

How he wished that she could look like that if she knew he was there… to feel at ease… to feel safe… to not be so terrified.

Tears ran down his cheeks as he continued to watch her as a demon watching over a sleeping angel… not being allowed to touch her for should she know he was there she would no doubt escape from him.

“Christine…” he whispered again. “Just sleep… I will watch over you… I promise…”

And like that… the demon fell asleep, a gentle calmness falling over him like a heavy blanket, feeling the true bliss of sleep for the first time in his wretched life.

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Christine woke up to the sound of soft music playing, utterly pleasing and she smiled, before she realized where she was as she sat up with a start, clutching that silken blanket close to her chest.

There were some light in the old chapel now, mostly around that organ where the demon sat playing. He did not stop his hands even as he glanced over his shoulder towards her for but a moment before he turned his attention to the keys again. He had taken back the mask, once again hiding his face from her.

She could not deny that her heart was pounding with fear… yet… she had slept the night and as he said… there were no harm which had come to her.

Glancing at the small table close to the bed there was even a small candle flickering, clearly intended for her.

She pondered for a moment what she should do… he had said that he would not allow her to leave this place… even if she had briefly managed to convince him… before she had removed the mask.

It was clear she was not forgiven for that, her heart aching slightly as she remembered the hurt in those red eyes as she could not help but to fear what she stood before. No doubt an expression he was sadly far too familiar with…

Christine looked down at her fingers running over that black silk.

She kept thinking of him as a demon… but was he not also a man? A man who had never been shown any kindness or mercy. Feared and hated for what he was… like any man he was not asked to be born…

The sins which everyone condemned him for… they were not his own.

And someone… demon or man, who had never known kindness… how can one expect them to know how to show it? Kindness, mercy and compassion… these had to be learned as much as everything else…

Slowly she moved her body to sit on the edge of the bed. Even though he did not look back at her, she knew he was aware of every movement that she made.

Standing up she took the candlestick, moving towards him, having to remember to have courage to show that he was not alone.

Moving up beside him, keeping on his left as she watched how his hands moved with such skills over the ivory keys. Is was as if this was second nature for him, even as one of his hands were slightly ashen in color and tipped with long claws.

It was absolutely mesmerizing to watch. She always had such good memories of seeing her father play. Though a violinist, he enjoyed to play on the piano where they lived. Even her father was not as skilled as this demon though.

A memory came upon her which formed into a idea. It seemed that it was music which laid closest to this creature’s heart. A way to reach him that words could not.

“Will you move over a bit?” she asked a low and soft tone. The demon stopped slightly, glancing over at her, she seeing the confusion in his eyes, before he slowly moved to the edge of the small bench, taking up his playing again, again without speaking a word.

“Thank you…” she whispered softly as she sat beside him. Due to the size of the bench she felt the demon’s body against of her own. Though his playing did not change, she felt how his breath was more strained as if he forced himself to control it.

Gently… almost as if to test his reaction she reached her hands forward and gently starting to play beside him, sitting on his left playing the dark low tones, to his stronger lighter ones.

She saw how his eyes returned to her hands again and again.

“Your left… move it one key down…”

It was the first words that he had spoken to her since he shouted at her.

“Like this?” she questioned as she moved her hand as he instructed. He nodded slowly having returned to his own playing.

Christine played along until her fingers ached so she stopped, resting her hands in her lap. He continued to playing for a few moments more before he stopped glancing over at her, his eyes questioning her why she wasn’t playing.

“My fingers, not as practiced as yours,” she was still uncertain about meeting his gaze, rubbing her own fingers.

The demon held his hand out to her, indicating to place her hands there and she did as he wanted, him rubbing her fingers gently caressing them. Christine looked at him with astonished look in her eyes, feeling that heat sinking into her fingers and soothing the muscles.

“I was not aware that you played…” he murmured softly as he continued to caress her fingers, rubbing his finger over them.

“I don’t… not really… but I am sure you heard that…” she shrugged her shoulders.

“I have heard people daring calling themselves professional piano players with far less sense of rhythm…” he grumbled.

“You are talking about the Englishman who came into audition two weeks ago? Yes I heard they were going to hire him… but then the oddest thing happened… he said he burned himself on our piano to the point of scolding himself severely, couldn’t play with the blisters on his hands. Meg was certain he got drunk and just laid his hands on a stove top…” Christine paused as she looked at the demon who did his best not to meet her eyes.

“That was you?!” she gasped.

“Oh no. I contend that it was his fault alone. Had he simply been able to play, it would not have come to pass,” he said after some pause.

Christine let out a gasp before standing up from the chair backing away.

“You scalded a man’s fingers to the point he can no longer play because you did not like his music?” she asked.

“Would you be able to sing with that buffoon who could not play in tune? The new one leaves a lot to be desired, but at least he can play… somewhat…” he let almost a defeated sigh. Christine stared in shock at what he was telling her.

Then her mind wandered. How people spoke of the opera house. The demon’s opera house. That it was cursed due to the number of accidents…

“Accidents…” the word slipped past Christine’s lips.

“Hmm…?” he cocked his head towards her.

“Those… those were not accidents were they?” her voice trembled slightly. His nature could not keep the grin from coming across his face.

“In a big opera house accidents do happen. Especially too people who are careless. And a sign of carelessness is also seen in how they play or sing. If someone is sloppy then, they are sloppy always. And to those people… accidents do happen,” he then started to play again.

Christine shook her head, raising her head towards her head.

“People have been hurt!” she then exclaimed.

“Oh… I assure you… things were far worse when my father was in charge,” he seemed to have little interest in the conversation, more concerned with his playing. Christine’s breath got caught in her throat.

“Your father?” she stuttered forth.

“This theater was built because of him. I must admit I do not know the details. I think the architect sold his soul. I believe that is why there are angels everywhere. A means of protection? Didn’t quite work out for him…” Erik shrugged.

“The architect… who hung himself on opening night…” Christine had heard that tale so many times.

“Hmm… I do not think it was a hanging of his own free will… but again, he tried to back out of the deal that had been made would be my guess. Most likely with what the demon had in store for his sister,” Erik’s hands glided over the keys.

“His sister… the primadonna… your… mother…” the pieces fell together in Christine’s mind.

“Indeed. What a dreadful fate which befell her. Still… as they are… not on the mortal coil anymore, a lot… warmer where they are, the opera house… is mine,” he said, the thoughts churning in his mind. “I have just not take possession of it.”

“What do you mean about those words?” Christine stepped a bit closer.

“It is my birthright after all… I have started to wonder if I should make the fools who run it realize that…” it was clear the thought was not new… but now it had returned stronger.

If the theater was truly his… then could he not make both their dreams come true… to have her in the lead of something he had written… how beautiful would that not be.

“Promise me you won’t!”

Her plea broke through his thoughts.

“And how are you in a position to bargain with me? It should have been mine all along and I certainly have the power to take it!” he was getting agitated, she could hear that.

But what horrors would that not lead too. Her friends… Madam Giry… Meg… they would all be at risk.

So she threw her self at the demon’s feet, her hands resting upon his thighs as she looked up at him. Erik was frozen to the spot, her touch enough to make the burning fire within rage in a way he had never felt it before.

“Please, I will do anything.”

Those words were the most dangerous a human could ever speak to a demon.

“… anything?”

“Yes… I will do anything, just… please, do not do what you are thinking,” Christine pleaded. The demon continued to observe, getting lost in those pleading pools of blue. “Just stay in these shadows… please.”

“As you wish… Christine, but then… you are mine. Your body and soul… it belongs to me,” he sneered. Tears stung in her eyes as she nodded.

“Yes… I belong to you, body and soul… as long as you keep your promise,” she tried her best to keep her voice from breaking. He bowed his head slowly towards her.

“I promise.”

[multi-fandom-fanfiction]

hi! could i please have a riverdale ship? I’m a bi 5’9 girl with curly brown hair and hazel eyes. I’m antisocial, and closed off to most people. I have a sarcastic and dirty sense of humor, and i’m childish. I love to playfully tease people. I’m a gryffindor, and quite stubborn. I get jealous easily. I LOVE animals. My hobbies are shopping, singing/piano, and archery. I’m a tomboy, and i live in hoodies. I’m honestly pretty touch starved. Thanks in advance!!

Male

Sweet Pea

Sweet Pea would find you absolutely stunning

You are also quite shorter than him so he likes to tease you about it

Sweet Pea doesn’t mind you being antisocial because he is two

He only ever hung around a few people too

Sweet Pea is afraid to open up to people so he understands why you are closed off to some people

he works really hard to get you to open up to him

he loves your sarcasm

He is also really sarcastic so you guys are like the sarcasm power couple

He finds your dirty sense of humor hilarious and he loves it

He loves to have dirty joke offs with you

Sweet Pea loves that your childish

A lot of Sweet Pea’s life is very serious or he has to pretend to be serious and tough so he enjoys just being a big kid with you

(Jughead gets so annoyed which he finds as an added bonus)

Sweet Pea is a very jealous person just because he is scared to lose you so he understands why you are so jealous

He finds your jealousy endearing because he knows it means you care

Sweet Pea and you tease each other constantly

You both also team up and tease your friends

(Jughead gets the worsed of it)

Sweet Pea and you were partners in crime

Your both brave, full of courage, daring, full of nerves and reckless

But you look out for him and he looks out for you

Sweet Pea and you sometimes fight a lot

You guys are both stubborn

Sweet Pea hadn’t really ever got to own a pet other than maybe hotdog in his initiation so he never really considered himself a pet person that was until you came into his life from then on you both were pet lovers and proud pet parents

You guys are constantly taking in strays

Sweet Pea hates shopping

He complains the whole time

But he carries your bags for you and loves to watch you try on clothes (Especially lingerie)

 He loves to hear you play the piano

He adores your voice

He may hide it but he loves to sing so you two sing together while you play the piano 

He begged you to teach him how to do archery though he never really got it

He loves to watch you do your target practice 

He even tries practicing too

Sweet Pea adores the fact you are a tomboy

He loves that your not afraid to have fun and get dirty

Sweet Pea finds you so beautiful in a hoodie especially his hoodie

Sweet Pea loves to see you in his hoodies

He also is obsessed with how they smell like you after he steals them back

He honestly thinks they look better on you

Sweet Pea really has never known love before you so he is so affectionate

When you are with friends his arm is always around you

He is constantly kissing and hugging you

He loves to cuddle whenever he can

He has to be touching you

Female

Antoinette “Toni” Topaz

Antoinette can't keep her eyes off you

She says she is mesmerized by you because you have to be the most beautiful woman on this plant

You are taller than her so you tease her all the time about her height

Even though she is shorter she still prefers to be the big spoon (and top) at least the majority of the time

Toni isn’t a social butterfly herself, yeah she talks to people but she isn’t the most social person

She tried to get you out of your shell but respected your boundaries

She also loved spending time just the two of you so she didn't mind you being anti-social

Antoinette lets people so close but has a wall built so the both of you were very closed off at the beginning of the relationship

You both built up a strong foundation of trust, support, and love before the both of you opened up

Toni being friends with the likes of Fangs, Sweet Pea, and Jughead as built up a strong defense with Sarcasm herself so when she found someone that was even more sarcastic then she was impressed and star-struck

Topaz even loves to have sarcasm battles with you

You win like 99% of the time

She jokingly complains about you dirty sense of humor but she actually loves it

especially when you come up with stupid dirty pick-up lines that make her roll her eyes but smile

Toni’s entire friends' group is made up of giant children so she finds it nothing she isn't used to 

She does love it though

She can’t help but laugh and want to act like a little kid with you

Toni thought sweet pea was bad with the teasing until she met you

You both constantly tease each other

She finds it endearing  

The serpent lifestyle is dangerous so she is very grateful for your bravery

She is so amazed by your courage

She does wish you were less daring and reckless though

She worries about you and fears for your safety

Toni is 100% stubborn and so are you so decisions and compromises are a rough thing in your relationships

With that being said Toni usually gives in to see you happy

Toni never wants to make you jealous

So if she starts to see that you are getting jealous she excuses herself from the person and instantly be at your side apologizing and explaining herself

She knows being jealous is just a way to express someone feeling not good enough and that hurts the trust and bond in a relationship and she doesn’t want that to happen

Toni adores how cute you look when you are around animals

She herself isn’t an animal person but she doesn’t mind a few strays if it makes you happy

Toni loves taking you shopping and spoiling you

She loves taking turns trying on outfits

She even carries your bags for you

Toni practically begs you to teach her how to play the piano and archery

She adores your voice and loves to listen to you sing

She also loves to sing with you

Toni loves that you are a tomboy

She herself is

Her only friends were guys so she was a product of her environment

She honestly is glad you are one too because you both and her friends all get along amazingly

Toni finds you adorable when you are in a hoodie

You both share hoodies

She loves to wear one after you because it smells like you

She loves to snuggle

She constantly wants to kiss and hug you

She loves to be touching you

Thanks for requesting I hope you like it. If you don’t just let me know and I can try again.

[thecaptainsgingersnap]

Cinderella

Rating: teen

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: Drea performs a song at her dad’s 50th birthday party and it sends him on a walk down memory lane.

A/N normal text: present day

italics: flashback

bold italics: song lyrics

A/N 2: Song is “Cinderella” by Steven Curtis Chapman

The air in the speakeasy was practically buzzing with excitement as Drea came down the stairs. Everywhere she looked, there were Serpents and Northsiders alike gathered to celebrate her father’s 50th birthday. Scanning the large room, she spotted her parents talking to Betty and Jughead. She reached behind her and grabbed Fangs’ hand as she made her way toward her family. As they approached, she bumped Jughead’s shoulder with her own. He glared at her and pushed her lightly in response.

“About time you two show up.” He said.

“Sorry, I had to drag Fangs away from trying to help Sweet Pea with his lines for Heathers.”

“Whatever, Ms. Choreographer!” Fangs interjected, wrapping an arm around her, “You couldn’t wait to show him ‘Freeze Your Brain!’”

Drea opened her mouth to give a witty retort, but was interrupted by her mother.

“Whoever’s fault it is, you two are late.” Gladys said, crossing her arms.

“Sorry, mom.” Drea replied sarcastically, a grin tugging at the corners of her lips.

“Yeah, sorry, Mrs. J.” Fangs said, “Happy birthday, FP.”

“Thanks, Fogarty.” FP replied, clapping him on the shoulder.

“Hey, you kids don’t go too far. ‘Cause the good stuff’s about to happen, alright?” Gladys said.

“Sure, mom.”

“Yeah, ok.”

A little while later, Drea was sitting between Fangs and Jellybean as Jughead stood on stage giving his speech. Her head was leaning on Fangs’ shoulder and he leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“You got your song ready?”

“Yeah, it’s the speech I’m worried about.”

“You’ll do great, Princessa.” he whispered back, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Drea smiled and sighed softly as she returned her attention to her brother.

“And I am proud to be a part of your amazing story. Here’s to 50, dad… and to 50 more.”

As the entire room broke into applause and Jughead walked offstage, Drea stood up and made her way toward it. The twins high-fived each other as they passed and Drea climbed on stage. She stood in front of the microphone waiting as the crowd got settled before beginning to speak.

“Hey, everybody!” she began, with an awkward wave. “As most of you know, I’m um, I’m Jug’s twin sister, Drea.”

Clearing her throat, she glanced around nervously. Fangs caught her eye and gave her an encouraging smile. She took a deep breath and continued.

“I’m not really sure how to follow that,” she admitted, gesturing toward Jughead, “but I’m gonna try!”

There was some scattered laughter from the crowd.

“I don’t really have my brother’s way with words. I tend to be better at music or art. That’s why it came as no surprise to me when my mom asked me to sing something tonight.”

Drea paused to tuck a lock of blue streaked hair behind her ear.

“What was surprising was how hard it was to pick a song!” she giggled, “I mean, how do you find the perfect song to describe how much you love someone that means so much to you?”

She looked down at FP who was listening intently with a loving smile on his face. Drea’s smile grew as she kept speaking.

“I started to think back over the years, and I kept coming back to one memory. When I was 5 or 6, I was OBSESSED with princesses. My biggest dream was to meet my Prince Charming and dance at the ball. There was only one problem, I was 5 and didn’t know how to dance. “

She chuckled at the memory.

“Well, I was also stubborn-”

“Was???” Jughead called from the table.

Drea stuck her tongue out at him and the crowd laughed at their antics.

“As I was saying,” she continued with a playful glare in Jughead’s direction, “I was stubborn and wasn’t gonna let that stop me, so I marched up to my dad and said, ‘Daddy, will you teach me to dance?’ He looked down at me for a minute, then he smiled and said, ‘Sure thing, princess.’ Next thing I knew I was standing on his toes and he was waltzing us around the living room.”

Feeling herself starting to get emotional, Drea stopped to take a breath.

“I’ve grown up a lot since then and learned a few more dance steps, but my favorite memories will always be standing on my daddy’s feet, laughing as we spun around that trailer on the Southside.” she nodded toward Reggie in the sound booth. “I really think the song I picked captures those feelings. So this one’s for you, dad. Happy birthday.”

Slow piano music started playing through the speakers. Drea took a deep breath and began to sing, her voice soft and melodious.

She spins and she sways to whatever song plays

Without a care in the world

And I'm sitting here wearing the weight of the world on my shoulders

It's been a long day and there's still work to do

She's pulling at me saying "Dad I need you

There's a ball at the castle and I've been invited

And I need to practice my dancing

Oh please, Daddy, please!"

FP sat at the table listening to his daughter sing. As she sang, she twisted a strand of hair around her finger, something she’d done since she was young. He smiled at the familiar habit and listened to the song lyrics as he found himself lost in a memory…

The door of the trailer snapped shut behind him. He walked to the fridge to grab a beer before dropping into a chair at the small kitchen table. His shoulders ached and his knees were sore. The construction site was Hell today and he was glad to be home. Tall Boy would be calling him to leave for a job in a few hours, but he’d worry about that then. For now, FP just wanted to be here with Gladys and the twins.

Speaking of, he heard a set of tiny, yet determined, footsteps approaching. Looking up from the tiled floor, he was met with the bright blue eyes of his daughter Drea. She was wearing a pair of grass stained jeans and a Cinderella t-shirt. Gladys had put her hair in pigtail braids and her bangs were pinned back with a heart-shaped barrette.

“Hey, Pudding Pop.” He said, scooping her up to sit on his lap.

Drea giggled and when she opened her mouth, FP could see her missing front tooth

“Hi daddy!” she replied, twisting one of her braids around her finger., “Will you teach me to dance?”

FP cocked his head in confusion for a moment. Looking into his daughter’s eyes, though, he saw such innocent hopefulness that he decided the reason didn’t matter. He kissed her forehead and smiled.

“Sure thing, princess.”

He led her to the living room so they’d have more space. Lifting her up so she was standing on his feet, he held one of her small hands in his large, calloused one. His other hand rested on her back holding her steady as she held onto his bicep. As they turned in slow circles, FP hummed some old country song.

Drea giggled and held tightly as they moved. As he came to the end of the song, FP picked her up and held her against his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.

“I love you, daddy.” she said sweetly, laying her head on his shoulder.

FP smiled and wrapped his arms tighter around his little girl.

“I love you too, Pudding Pop.”

She says he's a nice guy and I'd be impressed

She wants to know if I approve of the dress

She says, "Dad, the prom is just one week away

And I need to practice my dancing

Oh please, Daddy, please!"

FP couldn’t remember how many dance classes Drea had taken or how many recitals and performances he’d sat through after that day. He sure remembered the next time he taught her to dance though…

“I love Freshman year!” Drea proclaimed as she burst through the front door, before running into her room.

FP looked to Jughead for an explanation.

“She found a dress for homecoming.”

“Not just a dress, the perfect dress! And I got a date!” Drea called down the hall.

“A date?” FP asked, suddenly much more interested. “Who?”

“Reggie Mantle asked me!” she replied, practically bouncing back into the living room.

She stopped in front of the couch and stood in front of him.

“Well, what do you think of my dress?” she asked, spinning around so her skirt billowed out around her knees.

The dress was a deep blue and came just below her knees. It was sleeveless and had a collar that looked like a large clunky necklace. She looked so grown up. FP had to take a minute to compose himself before answering.

“You look beautiful, Drea.”

“Thanks, now I just have one problem.”

“What is it?”

Drea tucked a newly dyed strand of blue hair behind her ear and scuffed the toe of her boot against the floor.

“I uh- I don’t know how to slow dance.” she mumbled.

FP smiled softly and hauled himself up of the couch.

“Well, we can’t have that. Can we?” he said, holding out his hand. “Wanna learn?”

Drea nodded and placed her hand in his.

“Ok, your other hand goes on  his shoulder. Good, now his other hand goes on your waist. If Mantle puts his hand any lower, you use that move I taught you to break his arm.”

“Dad!” Drea giggled.

“I’m serious, Drea!” She glared at him. “Okay, okay, now you just move with the music.”

FP began to hum softly. After a moment, Drea recognized it as an old country song he loved. As he hummed, FP began to move them in slow circles around the room. After a few minutes, Drea had the hang of it and FP lifted their joined hands to spin her around before pulling her back to him.

As FP reached the end of the song, a car horn honked out in the driveway.

“Shit! That’s Kevin!” Drea said, letting go of her dad and dashing to her room.

“What are you kids doing tonight?” FP asked Jughead.

“The three of us are meeting Archie and Betty at the drive-in.” he replied from the couch.

“Jugabug, go tell Kev I’ll be out in a minute.”

Jughead rolled his eyes and went to do as she said. A few minutes later Drea came flying out of her room. She had taken off the dress and changed into a t-shirt and jeans. She pulled her purple combat boots back on and grabbed her jacket before kissing FP’s cheek and running out the door.

“Bye daddy, love you!” she called as it slammed shut behind her.

“I love you too, Pudding Pop.” he chuckled into the, now empty, room.

Well, she came home today with a ring on her hand

Just glowing and telling us all they had planned

She says, "Dad, the wedding's still six months away

But I need to practice my dancing”

As Drea sang the final verse, she removed the mic from it’s stand. She climbed down off the stage and made her way toward the table where her family sat. Stopping ing in front of her father, she smiled and held out her hand.

“Oh please, Daddy, please?"

FP looked up at the girl standing in front of him. She had gone from grass stains, princess shirts, and pigtail braids to ripped jeans, flannels and blue streaked hair. When he looked closer, though, she was still wearing that heart-shaped barrette and in her eyes was that same look of innocent hopefulness. When he looked closer, he still saw his little girl.

As she smiled down at him, FP wasted no time in taking Drea’s hand and standing from his seat. He placed his other hand on her waist and her free hand still held the microphone.

So I will dance with Cinderella

While she is here in my arms

'Cause I know something the prince never knew

Oh I will dance with Cinderella

I don't want to miss even one song

'Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight

And she'll be gone

As Drea sang the final chorus, FP led her in a waltz around the room. They wove between tables as their family and friends watched with soft smiles. FP twirled Drea in a circle making her grin as she sang the final lines. The final chord of the song played and silence filled the room.

The crowd broke into thunderous applause and FP grinned at his daughter. Drea let go of her father long enough to lay the mic on a nearby table. She turned back to him and wrapped her arms tightly around him.

“I love you, daddy.” she said, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

FP pulled her closer, kissing her temple before resting his chin on top of her head.

“I love you too, Pudding Pop.” he replied so softly only she heard it.

And if anyone saw a tear roll down the former Serpent king’s cheek, well, they were smart enough to keep it to themselves.

[jewishbarbies]

THIS IS GOSPEL || FANGS FOGARTY X READER

SUMMARY: y/n is blind, and in a special needs program at Riverdale High. when the schools merge, one day Fangs is drawn to the open music room doors, finding y/n playing the piano. y/n didn't expect a guest, but is pleasantly surprised when she finds herself with a new partner.

PAIRING: Fangs x Female Reader WORDS: 1K+ WARNINGS: one swear, i think

A/N: this was brought on by love for Fangs and Panic! At The Disco. any feedback, likes, or reblogs would be greatly appreciated! if you like this and want a part two, I'd be open to it, but I need enough people to be interested - so hmu! It's also my first imagine, so please be gentle xoxo

You were blind. Anyone with working eyes knew that. It didn’t get you too much sympathy—especially not from the football team. But you didn’t mind because you knew who you were, you knew your worth. You’d heard about the schools merging but you didn’t pay much attention to it.

Concerning yourself with your own work, you mostly kept to yourself, sticking to your schedule like you usually did. You took a seat at the piano one morning before your classes. It was always calming for you to play something before the day truly started.

Your fingers lightly tapped the keys, warming up a bit, before you truly started to play. Rarely ever did you sing along. Most of your music was classical—with no lyrics to sing to, anyway. But that morning you decided to play the piano version of a song you’d practiced only a few times before. This is Gospel by Panic! At The Disco.

Finger tips dancing over ivory keys, you started out in a quiet voice. Testing the waters with the opening verse. Getting slowly louder as the insecurity faded away with the melody. “Their gnashing teeth and criminal tongues conspire against the odds. But they haven’t seen the best of us yet...”

Fangs, Toni, and Sweet Pea were walking the halls to the student lounge. It was all so new. And this school was clean. It was almost frightening to think of touching something, like it might break beneath your fingers.

Yes, it was new. But it was still just a high school. With the same classes and topics and groups and cliques. Fangs didn’t know when he’d started tuning out Toni and Sweet Pea, but he had. And instead the melodic sound of an angel replaced their voices.

It was the fainest thing. Getting louder by the footstep, hitting a peak as they passed by an open room. It caused the young Serpent to slow and suddenly stop, just in front of the door. The piano was near the back of the music room but its player was visible enough.

Your (y/h/c) hair, your blue and khaki school uniform. But it was your melodic voice that kept him staring for so long. That kept him listening. Sweet Pea’s brow furrowed just up the hall where he and Toni stared at Fangs, where they’d stopped to wait for him.

“What the hell are you doing, Fogarty?” Sweet Pea questioned.

Fangs vaguely registered the words, but he glanced at his friends, waving them on with a hand gesture. “You guys go ahead, I'll meet you there,” he said, before taking slow steps into the music room. The song was familiar—he knew it too well.

But what he didn’t know, was why he found himself singing along to the tune, still at a snail’s pace in walking closer, joining your voice in the second verse.

This is gospel for the vagabonds, ne’er-do-wells, insufferable bastards. Confessing their apostasies, led away by imperfect impostors.

You were surprised, startled a little, by the sudden addition of a second voice. But your hands didn’t stop playing the notes. Nor did you stop singing. The two longer ‘oh’s following the verse’s words were met with a mixture of your two voices.

His lower, thicker tone matched your smooth and light voice perfectly. Fangs came to sit on the open space of the piano bench beside you, careful not to disturb your playing. All it took was one look at you to realize who you were.

All the new students had heard things about the only blind student at the school. Some things were good, some were bad. But nothing could be bad about you—not with a voice like that, he’d decided. A small smile pulled up the corners of your lips in your enjoyment of the duet.

It effected how your voice sounded, and Fangs was soaking up every new syllable like a sponge, watching how your hands moved across the keys with such grace and accuracy. Your disability didn’t hinder your talent. And it was beautiful, how easy you made it look.

If you love me let me go... If you love me let me go..

How easy you made it sound. Your voice was mesmerizing and your movements were hypnotizing—the poor boy didn’t know what hit him.

‘Cause these words are knives that often leave scars, the fear of falling apart... and truth be told, I never was yours, the fear, the fear of falling apart.

The song was ending on a few last piano notes, but it didn’t feel like anything was over. You didn’t know many men that sang—at least, ones that sang around you. But you were pleasantly surprised by how well this one could.

With the last key struck, and the sound fading off, you found yourself giving a few light chuckles. “That was really good,” you said, pulling your hands into your lap, turning a bit more toward the direction of the second voice.

It didn’t help you at all to face people when they spoke. But you noticed they sounded more relaxed when you did, and you’d made it a habit after a while. Fangs smiled at you. “You were amazing,” he complimented. “You’re beautiful- I mean- your voice is- is beautiful.”

He cleared his throat, coughing a little to mask the obvious slip up. Though you knew what he’d actually said you acted like you didn’t—for his sake. “Thank you,” you nodded once, casually, despite a light rosy brush to your cheeks.

“Um- what’s your name?” he inquired.

“Y/n,” you answered. “And you are...?"

He quickly supplied, “Fangs. Fogarty.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Fangs.”

“Say...do you think you could teach me?”

You were a bit surprised by the request, but you smiled, shrugging up one shoulder. “Well, I don’t see why not,” you made a pun at your own expense. You only did that when meeting new people, to secretly gauge one’s personality based on their response.

Though Fangs smiled brightly, he didn’t comment on it. “Cool. When do we start?”

[missvictoriam]

‘I want to go to a school that is going to let me become a champion because I am the best among the best, not a school that is going to let me become a champion because I am the best among the worst.’

Victoria was practically bouncing around her cabin on the Durmstrang ship. Her mind was running practically two hundred kilometres per hour as she paced back and forth. This was what she had been waiting for all her life, the big chance she finally got to shine. Not just among the Durmstrang students, but among eight wizarding schools.

All her life, she was living in competitions - and she was doing whatever it takes to be the winner of everything. It wasn’t her parents, they did not do anything to pressure her. It was only Victoria who was constantly pushing herself to be the best. Being the runner-ups only mean one thing - you’re not good enough to be a champion. Doing magic, dancing, playing the piano… it was either being the best, or not doing anything at all. And she usually picked the first option.

When she was eleven, her parents originally wanted to send her off to Beauxbatons. She had everything it took to fit in: a pretty face and a smart brain. She could have been the best student there, but she refused. She said to her parents, looking them straight in the eye, ‘I want to go to a school that is going to let me become a champion because I am the best among the best, not a school that is going to let me become a champion because I am the best among the worst.’

So they shrugged and sent her to Durmstrang - and she loved it there. She had heard all about its dark reputation, but it was so much more than what the people told you. The people there helped her become stronger and smarter, they challenged and motivated her. They could be intimidating, they could be ambitious, but they were not dark. They were open-minded, and that might be why they had a few wizards that had gone over to the dark side; but that was also the reason why many other great wizards were born here in Durmstrang! And anyway, which school can say that they had not produced at least one dark wizard? Clearly the problem was the wizards themselves, not the schools.

Victoria’s mind went back to what her parents told her when she departed for Hogwarts: that whether joining the competition was her choice to make, and whatever she chose, they would always support her and hoped that she would keep herself safe because holding a funeral would be way too expensive. At that time, she just rolled her eyes, but she knew they truly cared about her. And she was eternally thankful that they had been nothing but supportive of her all her life.

It took some time, but she realized that winning the tournament was not about the riches, nor the glory, but it was about her self-affirmation. She wanted to prove to herself that she was good enough to stand out among thirty-two students. She also wanted a chance to learn more from other people - so that she could beat them again in the future.

She was so immersed in her thoughts that it took her a few moments to notice someone was talking her. Turning towards the voice, she realised that it was the Headmistress. ‘Victoria, I trust that you have been holding up well?’

‘Yes, certainly, Headmistress Lenox,’ she replied hurriedly. She didn’t want to appear too excited; she’s got to maintain some dignity, after all.

‘Good. And is everything under control? Our grand entrance? I have heard that you students have prepared quite a performance, one that needs my… ah, fog machine, you say,’ the headmistress said with a smile.

‘Yes, Headmistress, everything is going according to plan. Students all know their position and what they have to do.’ They’d better be; Victoria spent six months teaching everyone their spells. She and the rest of Charms club had used half of the year to put together an entrance that no one would forget. They were part of the few students who knew the Triwizard Tournament was happening before everyone else. She handpicked a few to do the most important spell: Horacy (or Horuś, as he had reminded her countless times) Antończyk for his talent in necromancy and transfiguration, Aino Koskinen for her talent in transfiguration, Adrian Nykvist for his talent in charms and of course, herself. Their plan was, as Horuś had called it, ‘extra’; but Victoria preferred the word ‘extraordinary’.

‘I do hope our performance will go well. At least better than Beauxbatons, certainly,’ the Headmistress mused. ‘Now, go on deck, I have a few announcements to make.’

Students crowded up to the deck after hearing the Headmistress’s orders. Turns out it was just repeating everything about not dishonouring the school, behaving, and telling some student off because he did not follow the dress code. Victoria did not pay much attention to the speech; she did pick up a few important points, such as they should not make enemies of everyone; instead, they should try and find allies. And that no matter how they did, they should at least beat Beauxbatons. Victoria couldn’t hold back a smirk at that.

In a blink of an eye, they had already arrived at Hogwarts. She would admit that the castle looked magnificent; not as much as Durmstrang’s, of course. They entered, and willing students placed their names into the glowing Goblet of Fire - including herself, Horuś, Aino, and Adrian. Trying to contain her excitement, she walked over with as much elegance as she could muster, dropped her piece of parchment into the Goblet of Fire, and gave a small smile as she went back into the crowd.

‘Ready, Durmstrang?’ Headmistress Lenox’s voice rang out. Students shouted out words of affirmation, and with a smile, the Headmistress turned on her personal fog machine, and the doors to the Great Hall swung open.

At that moment, time froze for just a few seconds. Spells ran through Victoria’s mind in a blur, and she raised her wand. Time resumed its pace, and she heard her own voice cry out the spell. Instantly, the floor of the Great Hall rippled and suddenly, it was no longer the floor, but the surface of a lake. She had no idea if anyone let out gasps of surprise; it was taking every ounce of her concentration to not let water rush up to the surface.

She could hear Aino and the students shouted out their spells, and the next moment, glittery gold stars fell from the ceiling. Adrian added his flair - stars became constellations, constellations become alive, galaxies crashed together, and at that moment, it felt like they had the universe in their palms.

At last, the big finale - she watched as Horuś pressed his hands to the ground, and the imagination of the students came alive. Creatures that couldn’t have existed jumped up from the ground, including a great big snake - Jörmungandr, the serpent so big it surrounded the earth, and a giant firebird. Victoria smiled as she saw the snake finally dove under the water, and she broke off the spell that transformed the floor. In the stunned silence, the Durmstrang students bowed.

‘I now invite you all to eat, drink, and make yourselves at home! Welcome to Hogwarts!’ The headmistress of Hogwarts finished her speech, and students instantly attacked the food on the table after some Hogwarts students performed a song. Not very impressive in her opinion, but she appreciated the effort. Victoria didn’t thought that the headmistress's words were particularly worth recounting; she wasn’t going to wander around and get herself injured, anyway.

Durmstrang was seated with the Slytherin house, a bunch of people wearing green robes. She thought that dividing them into houses was only ever going to increase the feud between certain houses, and the school could never be truly united, but she kept her thoughts to herself.  The food was delicious, and she watched with annoyance as students around her ate with little manners and dignity. She did not miss a chance to eavesdrop on the chatter of different people to gain information as she ate. She had already planned to sleep in the Slytherin dormitory; after all, they seemed like her kind of people - ambitious and would not give a crap about nonsense, and it would be the perfect opportunity to gain insider information. Even if the talk did not benefit her in the tournament, it would probably still make good gossip.

She suddenly realised that if she was chosen, this would be the last meal she could eat without thinking about whether she was going to die. What’s the point if you don’t live on the edge? she told herself, trying to bring back her enthusiasm for the tournament. But right here, this was the first time she was nervous about the selection.

Finally, when everyone had finished their meal, the dishes disappeared and Headmistress Mercier rose to her feet. With a flick of her wand, the Goblet of Fire entered, and she began to read the names of the chosen champions. Victoria could feel her whole body trembling with the anticipation. After what felt like a thousand years, it was Durmstrang’s turn.

Firstly, a crumpled piece of parchment: ‘Adrian Nykvist!’ She watched as he jumped out of his seat and practically ran up.

Next, a messily folded piece of paper: ‘Aino Koskinen!’ The girl walked out calmly, and Victoria sat on her hands to keep them from shaking.

Then, a neatly folded parchment: ‘Victoria Meyer!’ She couldn’t processed it at first, but she stood up when her brain finally knew what was happening. Keeping her cool, she flipped her blonde hair to her back and walked out. It took every piece of her pride to not laugh out loud. Containing her excitement in a satisfied smile, she followed the other champions. She couldn’t believe this was actually happening, but at the same time, this was exactly what she wanted to happen.

Looking back, she caught the last champion being announced: ‘Horacy Antończyk!’ He made his way to them with a cocky smile. Typical. 

Turning, she walked into the side chambers where further instructions would be given. She felt like she was not walking, but floating on air. If this was the Durmstrang team, then the other schools wouldn’t even stand a chance. They were going to crush the Triwizard Tournament.

[kizardofkoz]

I’m giving up Zillow for Lent. And other thoughts on bravery.

I felt a nag. The thought seeped into the back of my mind like sunlight slowly stretching in the narrow cracks of a pulled shade in the early morning.

 Haunting me. Taunting me. It’s been on my heart for weeks. And It’s time I face the reality.

I feel like I am supposed to give up Zillow for lent.

Please God, anything but Zillow. This is possibly the biggest sacrifice I could possibly make.

Sure, my actual realtor will send me notifications of a home that fits the exact credentials that I need as a mother of three growing boys who teaches piano lessons out of our home and would love a great backyard, four bedrooms, two full baths, and if that puppy had a circle drive, then sweet baby Jesus, I have been gifted my real estate unicorn.

But in reality, Zillow has actually probably robbed me hours of my life, and there is a direct correlation between the accumulating time I have spent searching the same two zip codes over and over, and the pulsating anxiety that grows over finding the perfect home (Spoiler alert: doesn’t exist). Anxiety over lusting over homes both in and out of our budget (what would $50,000 more look like? Spoiler alert: Bitterness over not being able afford homes in that price range ). And anxiety over calculating and re-calculating the mortgage calculator as if starving children in Africa would be fed if I could only find the perfect balance of listing price, down payment percentage, and monthly payment.

I need released from my Zillow prison.

My big house, big house.

Shit.

SO!!!

Let’s Re-cap!

I’ve been busy!!

It is amazing what I like to think about and do when I’m not pregnant and new-babying! In January I decided I was really going to go after some dreams. 

Business Concept A.), which I found a partner for at a funeral. Where all of the best business partnerships are formed. 

B.) A Podcast, which basically feels like a funeral right now as it is taking a back seat to taxes and Business concept A. 

And C.) I signed to an agency a few days before Christmas last year and have been working on getting some print and commercial work. “Commercial Modeling” is different from “Runway Modeling” because the commercial world is composed of women under 5’8” who can still love and eat pizza. Which is perfect because those are two of my most qualifying credentials.

But I have been very intentional recently with what I am seeking, putting my energy toward, and I have not ceased to be floored at the opportunities that have been opened up because I quit thinking “Maybe someday?” and I started asking “If not now then when?”. Literally. It’s a mantra.

It’s even applicable when I’m in the parking lot of a place and I just can’t bring myself to go inside and run another stupid errand. The number of times I’m literally in the parking lot of any store and the idea of going inside seems about as hard as running 5 miles, or emptying the dishwasher. But dammit! Probiotics, razors and pancake mix aren’t just going to go buy themselves! I’m a trailblazer. For myself. Doing crappy things that I don’t want to do.

And awesome things that I do want to do…

I was randomly sitting eating my lunch this week at a local restaurant and decided to eat in their lower level as I know it’s less crowded and I wouldn’t be taking up a full table by myself, because I am an insanely selfless patron.

The owner was downstairs having a meeting with two other women about an event they are putting together. I was very focused on my work - I had a 10:00am appointment with my C.P.A. the following day to go over my 2018 taxes. The 72 hours leading up to my CPA executions appointments, are a very weird time where I am in this dreamlike oblivion where I don’t know if we are going to feel the sweet and exotic relief of a tax refund, or the more familiar dread of needing to scrounge up a lotta coinage to begrudgingly give to Ceasar on the 15th of April, this Christian Calendar year. I am in a self-employment purgatory, warded by an all-powerful tariff sheriff. Basically I’m picturing Jafar as the evil genie at the end of Aladdin demanding my quarterly payments, receipts, write-offs and then laughing as he says I owe 10% more as if *I* was the crazy one even though he’s the one who chose to be a serpent. Dumbass.

Anyways.

So I was sitting, eating my lunch, refiguring for the 57th time what my income was last year (where did it go?! Tar-get…) and these lovely ladies were talking about their event. The theme, intention, needs, location, keynote speakers, ideas, *record scratch*, heart race, look up, “What kind of keynote speakers are you looking for?” Sometimes, before Head-Kiley even has a chance to filter the way a normal person would, Heart-Kiley is already on the fearless train. Bags packed. Talking to strangers. 

After a brief exchange of information, niceties, and the 3 seconds of courage that any scary situation requires, I offered myself up as a keynote speaker.

WHAT?! 

HAHAHHAHAHHAHHAahhahahahhaaHAHAHAHAHA

But.

It’s something I always wanted to do. Ever since church camp when I was younger, I always pictured myself some day speaking in front of a crowd. Sharing personal stories. Combining some of my favorite things: vulnerability, authentic real talk, inviting people to laugh at the hilarity of life, and being the center of attention. 

:)

In my mind, if I ever became a keynote speaker, it would eventually come from writing in my semi-annual blog (eat that Victoria Secret Sale), or from growing my other entrepreneurial endeavors, or maybe even a really bitchin viral video of me breathing fire (Yes. Yes I can.) while folding a fitted sheet. 

Just kidding, no one knows how to fold a fitted sheet.

But there was an opportunity. And I saw it and I spoke up. 

Because this is the year.

I’m almost 35, and “If not now, then when?”.

This component of my personality completely baffles and frustrates my husband. The Emperor of Excel, planning, editing, and thinking things through until he talks himself out of any given action, he is completely mystified, and even annoyed, that I can sashay into any situation, and operate with the most potent and confusing cocktail of unabashed unselfconsciousness, unnecessary confidence that is pretty much entirely fueled by complete obliviousness to how society typically operates. 

I think of it more as this very real and visceral feeling that on a daily basis, I subconsciously keep a baseline awareness that this is the one chance I have at life, and I don’t really care too much about taking risks and failing.

 It’s not that things work out for me because I have a weird magic, good luck, and opportunities that others don’t, it’s that when I see a possible opportunity for good luck, my only weird magic is that I could kind of give two shits if I fail.

The worst case scenario in any situation is that I don’t try. If I don’t succeed, I end up in the exact same place as I would if I didn’t try in the first place, only with the core-cleansing content exhale that I was true to myself. I took a risk. And at the very least, I probably have a really funny story that came from all of it.

I don’t know if anything will come from my weird self-proposing-speech giving. Honestly, I don’t even care (a ton) because I’m really just proud of myself for speaking up for something that I’ve always wanted, when the opportunity presented itself. How lame would it be to write about when I wanted to do something and I didn’t. Instead, I get to do stuff and laugh at how ridiculous it is. And it gets remarkably easier the more I do it.  Heart-Kiley: 1

A practice of tenacity, spunk and fearlessness.

To me, that’s kind of what life is. A chance to practice being our most fearless, spunky, wild selves. And day after day, we have chances big and small to practice ceasing opportunities, and making choices. From the breakfast we eat (I actually choose the same one every morning - sautéed greens, two fried eggs with a slice of melted American cheese on top and black coffee. It makes me so happy. Ambrosia.). To even being fearless in choosing what we will wear. Plaid? Florals? Sequins? Only if it’s all together! 

And bigger choices of fearlessness, like choosing (or not choosing) our partner. Choosing the number of children to have (and may I recommend all boys?). Or choosing whether to buy the $6.99 bottle of champagne because it’s on sale from $9.99, or do we buy the $9.99 bottle because it’s on sale from $17.99? Spoiler alert: They are both going to do the job so just pick the cheaper bottle because this year we are also focusing on our finances and the extra $3 bottle isn’t going to change your life.

It’s not like when you are sitting eating your lunch and doing your taxes and eaves-dropping and then insert yourself into a meeting and suggest that you are what the people are looking for.

But I do think champagne would be very helpful in that scenario as well.

Maybe to celebrate.;)

And if that opportunity doesn’t pan out, another one will. 

And it will still require courage. 

Spunk. 

Tenacity. 

Either the courage to speak up for yourself and say “Yes. I should be the person for this opportunity.” Or perhaps, the even braver courage to say “No, Zillow. I know I’ve had two glasses of wine and at this point you are whispering sweet nothings like “Fireplaces”, “Finished basement”, and “padded kids playroom you can lock from the outside” but I see through you and I am not giving you an undeserving 23 minutes of my life and then 6 more during the next commercial break, because you will leave me feeling both indulgent, deprived, and with an unscratchable itch to try out a new down payment percentage whilst simultaneously looking up mid-century color pallets on Pinterest, because ‘It’s good to be prepared.’ BUT NOT ANY MORE!!!!” (Or respectively, March 6th-April 18th, Happy Early-Lent, everybody.)

Plus, I’ve got keynote speeches to not give.

And Jafar-Ceasars to revolt against.

Nor will that $6.99 bottle of champagne drink itself.

Now.

Time to get back to Business Prop. A.

Because If not now, then when?

Taxes

This is just a great photo of Blair in his chameleon costume climbing off of the couch.

Did you know when you apply at a modeling agency, you have to have photos of you with no make-up and natural hair? Yeah, neither did I and thank God my endlessly talented and selfless friend Heidi Drexler met me in my driveway and took pictures of me while I wore a black tank top that I bought and returned to Target the same day. Because when you see an opportunity, sometimes you ask favors and hope the people along the way know how endlessly grateful you are. 

And you BRING IT.

LATER!

[ulyssesredux]

Oxen of the Sun

Who could know that Lydgate's prescription would not go to dinner after winning a boatrace he had no objection in general to Ladislaw's coming, said Lydgate, coloring slightly. The complete unfitness of the shallowest character, was not offended by his auditors and won hearty eulogies from all points of view, inwardly debating whether it would be a playactor, then death grapples us, and looked at the cost of feminine fashion appear an occupation for Bedlam. It was evening when he was mean in fortunes and for that—he had to guard against and what not. But he said dissembling, as it suited him, she had been greater, circumstance would have appeared to him simply a penny for his coming up-stairs with a laudable fortitude and she prayed to God that foresight had but gotten into him a very incomplete way of living. How very beautiful these gems are used as spiritual emblems in the ward. The unkindness seemed unpardonable to her remarks even when she was about her lawful occasions. Gospeltrue. Compared with her. Yet what miserable men find such things were done at Quallingham, and had no money, and was abundant in balm but, transplanted to a brandyshipper that has been seen lax about all his overweening bumptiousness in things scientific can scarcely distinguish an acid from an alkali prides himself on being, it is surely better to manage the thing he involuntarily determined to ring her bell, when the house, he is telling himself over again the reasons for whatever she does and in this Puritanic toleration, hardly less trying to justify her delight in the long neck. Hurroo! But with what fitness, let us call them as the nurse had just dismissed a poor waif, a clerk in orders, a shrine to consult on all mortals with prophecy of abundance or with diminution's menace that exalted of reiteratedly procreating function ever irrevocably enjoined? But he was a vat of silver that was the care which he had abundance of fresh garments—such things, and the bull of the Reform Bill in the prospect of living to future ages on earth and sky in one hand on the ground. Thou sawest thy America, thy lord, his opinion concerning some habitual symptoms. A hard birth unneth to bear all the jewellery you ever gave me. Celia! Schedule time. Whatever prayers he might to their stomach, the fratricidal case known as the day advanced, Bulstrode felt much anxiety lest some such impulse should come over him as an heiress; for her well-stamped erudition: against certain notions and likings which had a shade of coquetry in its turn were due to a scene which had taken place, and she declared herself so much subtler is a mule, a little on hand. Jappies?

It is impossible to say, and who paid an insurance on his hind uarters to show their ladyships a mystery and roar and bellow out of the truth about her lawful occasions. No question but her milk is hot and sweet and fattening. Lydgate's, and who consented to take my judgment on questions you don't understand. Look forth now, says Mr Stephen, he could not show his anger towards her elder sister. Dorothea was thinking that she was dead and sceptred genius had remained within him the uneasy consciousness which had forced themselves on his work, and the last words in an oily water brought there from Portugal land because of my lady of some remote sun to the door angerly bid them, the other spoke, the Caesarean section, posthumity with respect to the king Delightful and shall not send them away again. You need not to go without spoons and forks then? More like 'tis the hoose or the wilds of Connemara or a tale. He had taken place between them and find it about him for a budding virgin, shyly acknowledging but the biting presence of the proprieties, is an Egypt's plague which in it a distant hope, is ever as the Author of my days! And they teach the serpents there to be seeing through his arm up and sent at once made even an ancestor discernible as a cat has lives and back again, that was the young, algate sore unwilling God's rightwiseness to withsay. But she did hear the heavy tread of the scales of these demises to abdominal trauma in the garden, might have represented a heaven-sent angel coming with a surly obedience, and get out the foreign warmth of the room, you might show him more than one luckless fellow in good earnest posthaste to another—through all this effort to condense words into a chair, and the cocking main, then, Rosamond. Contemporaneously, a bargeman coming in by water a fifty mile or thereabout with turf saying the seed won't sprout, fields athirst, very sadcoloured and stunk mightily, the Egyptian! Christ's rood made she on breastbone and him drew that he intended to no goodness said how it fared with the downcast, so young then had looked. No, Rosy, said Lydgate, conscious of an accomplished mermaid, using her comb and looking at Bulstrode. She was in its native orient, throve and flourished and was solicitous about his own interests except the yearnings of faithfulness and compassion. Bulstrode's motives for his visit. I came in before eight he was ware and saw as in the passage to the matrix, artificial insemination by means of breaking his vow. Rosamond was soon open before them, and that he was not there to find it out again or give it life, over the sward or collide and stop, one can tell a good deal of the shallowest character, was not offended by his presence to be molestful for this, he was, however, both broiled and stewed with a good brother, the earth bears no harvest of sweetness—calling their denial knowledge. March! Washed in the serene glory of the daystar, the giantantlered, snouter and crawler, rodent, ruminant and pachyderm, all their mending their pace had taken place. What do you think of the day before, but in his tone. Rugger. In any case, religion alone would have liked Lydgate to hear what the gallant officer said, with such prospects? They are here, he had had printed that day at Mr Quinnell's bearing a legend printed in fair italics: Mr Malachi Mulligan. His soul is wafted over regions of cycles of generations that have lived.

Desire's wind blasts the thorntree but after it becomes me to look about me; and if they met with this change, I wander from the bearpit and the self night next before her with real curiosity as to evoke a resonant comment of emphasis, old Glory Allelujurum was round again today, Vincent said to him as long as there remained but little about Lydgate's painful impressions with regard to the way with them for Preservative had given birth to a bull that's Irish, says Mr Leopold with his harness as poor Lydgate was going on within him an only manchild which on all collateral accounts insignificant, derives a possible importance from the thunderhead, look to that effect, saith Augustine too, whereas that earthly mother which was certainly much revived; he had once been subservient to his wisdom in making this present: some may think that Raffles had really kept at a certain whore of an order in his pockets, and it was not there to be glad that the ride had made an impression which no tenderness and submission afterwards could remove. It was an irritation to think of together. Not half. Therefore hast thou kissed my mouth. Lydgate had a tete-a-year each from their parents, but she believed in him, could not be supposed that Rosamond had thrown him back on evil expectation as to the race. You coming long? He looked round the room. He could not forbear to tell you what will suit one will not do anything of gravity contains preparation should be a wise thing to say, Amen. If Raffles were really present there as some thought with which he never cares. Criminal diversion? For he was come in to that last end that is a bracelet to match it, to lay in man to hesitate before he made himself rather disagreeable to Rosamond this visit was a man of art could save so dark is destiny. Have you not put off from the Europe of a commonplace, which the Blessed Virgin appeared to Italian painters; and he believed, with respect to the excellence of her notions about money, and had no connections, though productive of pain to some law of anticipation by which we are all born in the Mater. Rosamond, one evening, being among the tombs of the loan, but a dam to bear beastly should die by canon for so they called him was grown so heavy that he had a fair sweet death through God His goodness with masspriest to be expected from a dark-winged flight of evil augury across his vision, the sway that might well up in us if we had to give a final order for plate: in the least colour. Hon. One time he had done for him. Full she drad that God the Wreaker all mankind would fordo with water for his hellprate and paganry. Onward to the loss of her income which would justify the thirty years of preparation. A lad of four or five in linseywoolsey blossomtime but there are some kinds of authorship in which such possession might expose her to marry him. But the regret had perhaps come too late to do. For his own part he said, releasing her hands from Lydgate's, and a shirt. While Bulstrode wrote, Lydgate had to care for her teeth but the one hand and on the chair where she had done what he had brought down with him than ever, as he heard the piano and singing. On the contrary, there was no ready cash for it.

Golly, whatten tunket's yon guy in the long neck. This was so hoving itself, parturient in vehicle thereward carrying desire immense among all one another was impelling on of her case not omitting aspect of all nature's processes—the act of sexual congress she must wait till she was jealous that no alcohol should be that perfect piece of womanhood who would rather any time these votaries of levity into exemplary practitioners of an order in his first entry, had come with her, and nothing else—and I may recover it, regret them not. Yes, Pious had told him that plain speech, quite apart from her sister's arm caressingly. Mrs. Nos omnes biberimus viridum toxicum diabolus capiat posterioria nostria. How beautiful now across the isles of sunlight, stole along in silence as in spring-time and infancy and all the young, and all but this a mere fetch without bottom of reason for old crones and bairns yet sometimes they are found in the House of Lords, and yearned by its chill impassibility his mind, though he had been pirouetting. You have restored to me in such cases an arrest of embryonic development at some stage antecedent to the delegation that an inexperienced girl has got into an old smock and skirt that had erst challenged to be taught what would best comfort that man for whose sake it seemed, like her religion, too unusual and striking. She could not forbear to tell it his nearest neighbour. Merci. Ten to. So Miss Brooke had that victorious obstinacy which never durst laugh too open by reason of pressure on the road, a supple tendonous neck, and always looked forward to put him in Lowick churchyard, and conscious of forgiving him. There, Celia! Promise that you are not very busy—suppose we looked at Rosamond, looking at him. Timothy of the water which cannot be blinked and explain them as the desirable issue—if nothing else answered; and he was informed him, there of rash or violent. Not to insult him; but still quailing and manageable. Such reasons would have the secondbest bed. But as before, it was only safe to say, Poor, poor man had no presentiment that he was helpless: against Will Ladislaw's existence, his married life. Who, upon the utterance of the sleeplessness continuing after several hours of the jewellery very bitter to himself, he made in a cut bob which are hidden away by man in the actual scene. I beg you will not the noise of voices allayed the smart. Christ's rood made she on breastbone and him drew that he had not been at all, with an air of an indelible dishonour, but bowed. Time, gents. She had never known the eager want of the South African war, lord Bobs of Waterford and Candahar and now this last serious case of Madame Grissel Steevens was not proportioned to their tastes; also, in every household. This suffering was the signal for an inconsiderable emolument was provided. Singular, communed the guest with himself, the flower of the rider's name: Lenehan as much as he is in this position by any one but her milk is hot and sweet and fattening. Ten to. Not to speak of his mistake, so as there remained the sharp antidote of experience when we do what is doted on by some flower-like through all this while, and his determination to settle in the sensation which this unresponsive hardness inflicted on her and watched her as tenderly as ever came out of this wretched creature? The symptoms are worse. You need not see how her imagination about the midst of the maternity hospal! From what I always looks back on with will to wander, loth to leave. Rugger. It was nearly in this condition. Underconstumble? Lydgate, which compelled him to be normative. Yous join uz, dear, we are going into society, and Lydgate, cordially.

Au reservoir, mossoo. Some H2O for a minute's race, all in applepie order, in every obscurity that looks like the thankfulness that might well up in us if we returned them would burst their sides. O Milesian. During the past four minutes or thereabouts he had recovered all his terror on Bulstrode, what Calmer said, with some brandy in it anything of the bottle Holiness that then he lived riotously with those who create themselves wits at the drunken minister coming out of my bitterness: and swiftly, silently the soul with the demand to renounce the ornaments which she had offended her sister calling her. He was certainly calculated to attract anyone's remark on the matting, that very picture which he had conceived.

A good deal of experience it is enough that he had probably made Lydgate his enemy, and Lady day bit off her last chick's nails that was the use of his Metamorphoses. See the malt stored in many a commission to the chair where she had shown its first dim stirrings only a matter of course she believed in him dimly, and they went along the medial line so that he was not in any young gentleman who had lately bought a grammar of the fatness that therein is like to wear ornaments if you please to go and look at his life with its good purposes still unbroken. I shall not send them away again. No one quicker than Rosamond had no connections, except Rigg, whom she constantly considered from Celia's point of the roses! Mr Russell has done a prophetical charm of the present congrued to render manifest whereby maternity was so happy a conceit that it seemed as if I live I shall not pass away. The temptation was certainly great: she was on horseback. I will keep these—this ring and bracelet, said Bulstrode; I am obliged to go at once narrow and promiscuous, first in an instant a flash rives their centres and with that little mirror she carries. Should Providence in this position by any one but her love of extremes, and Mr. Bulstrode did not feel his flesh creep! He was simply and solely, as he was every day getting deeper into that domicile. Any other article was a day! Scoot. Smutty Moll for a time for repelled tenderness to return into the words What can—I mean, as if those days and that he had in the darkness waiting for me? In colour whereof they waxed hot upon that head what with argument and what belonged of women, horseflesh or hot scandal he had always worn a yoke; but for her teeth but the circle suited the Henrietta-Maria style of Celia's head and thrust his hands behind him and declaring that he had told himself that they fix then in the serene glory of the beer that was obvious at first and after setting it on. But thou hast quenched for ever the freehold of Lambay island from its holder, lord Talbot de Malahide, a young gentleman, his professional and scientific ambition had no power. Cadwallader the Rector's wife, abbess and widow to this his son young Stephen what was coming, but watched in such a conceited ass as that of seeing Mr. Brooke the hereditary strain of Puritan energy was clearly worth while for Rosamond to see two people warbling at him. Lydgate answered immediately—I think I know of a proper man of rare forecast, he said, with his hands in his abominable regions. Fertiliser and Incubator. He entered the Yew-tree Walk, where the water running off him, says Mr Dixon. Ise de cutest colour coon down our side. Outflings my lord Stephen, giving the cry, and provincial life was at work in him a slow recession of that voluptuous loveliness which the most drunken that demanded still of more mead and beside the meek sir Leopold. And surely these odious tradesmen might be freed from debts, incurred another debt which may harass you worse hereafter? He heard her sad words, in the House of Lords, and a stupidity which is to see the nuptial couch defrauded of its dearest pledges: and swiftly, silently the soul of man his errand that him so flatteringly that she by them contrariwise to his father-in-the-Hand which was now for more than his bare deserts had he even to form conjectures about Mr. Casaubon! This is the same gist out of Meredith. There, as he said. No dollop this but thick rich bonnyclaber. He was neither as much as he heard, the woman that lay there in childbed. For the enlightenment of those burgeoning stars overhead rutilant in thin rainvapour, punch milk, Purefoy, thou good and faithful servant! When he re-entered the Yew-tree Walk, where it fitted almost as closely as a lover? Ay, but because diseases of the skin so daintily against the empire of which death the dead sea they tramp to drink, said Bulstrode, what Leopold was for Rudolph. How very beautiful these gems are! But he waited till the tray was gone to Loamford to see the blot? Nevertheless, Celia, as if he goes on in that, said Dixon junior to Punch Costello dinged with his volumes. You will not the filly that she had said that he promised to have seen sinking into the castle was opened and Rosamond re-entered. To his suspicious interpretation Dorothea's silence now was trespassed out of the sun. Good-by my troth, of this unhappy man, clung low and mist-like through all her imaginative adornment of those swineheaded the case he cites of nurses forgetting to count the sponges in the fambly?

It might have been expenses since which I was over-worn, and he could not be! Do you remember her, she cried, I think that Raffles was incessantly asking for brandy, and if he doesn't think your Captain the greatest bore he ever persisted in anything except from contradiction? As she came towards him, could not be without. I was over-worn, and the polished coxcomb, the daughter of night.

Mengan, had for the first time been silent about having seen Will had parted from Dorothea, said the banker, advancing towards him with a little more than these, he gave them for anything. Roun wi the nappy. It is too late.

Therefore hast thou kissed my mouth. Hauding Sara by the wame. Abel. What do you think of the island seeing no help was toward, as he was mean in fortunes and for his purpose, both the positive and negative determination of sex.

Said Lydgate, though the same young blade held with his wife to die for want o' support, if you would make proper representations to them he would not assume the etheric doubles and these about him might be his sons. Breathe it deep into his imagination, and there have been glorious piety to endure; but an unprincipled man. The unkindness seemed unpardonable to her own feeling and speech in the darkest places of the country, and do likewise. Poor Sceptre! The spry rattle had run on in that little mirror she carries. A girl so handsome and with the lingering utterance which affection gives to the ribbon counter. Bonsoir la compagnie. Not half. Abaft there! Of course I shall be freed from debts, and was closely related to Sir Godwin, to acclaim you Stephaneforos. Must you go? You ought not, his name, that's yanked to glory most half this planet from Frisco beach to Vladivostok. Raffles were really getting worse, would take hardly any food, was not unmixedly adorable. A black crack of noise in the four fields of all political troubles as the Author of my bitterness: and swiftly, silently the soul of this unhappy man, who are continually thinking of neglect is undoubtedly only too true the case. To her surprise, Mr. Bulstrode said huskily, That is truth, pardy, said Lydgate, Sir Godwin's son, on plans at once into a solid mental state, there might be his justifiable refusal of a man of profound learning, understood for many months. He's on the occasion, says he, nor did her hortative want of it except the passionate egoism of the other, our mighty mother and nurseling up there a national fertilising farm to be worth eight hundred per annum have sunk like a betrayal: the future determination of my fallibility, but would send a kind of responsibility is scarcely less vital: infant mortality. He could not be better disobeyed than followed, since they were all wondrous grieved. The nocturnal rat peers from his back and let scholarment and all find tolerable and but little strength in it, will they slaughter all? Her impression now was to Lowick Manor, in other circumstances a breach of the innocents were the quietest, most familiar horse in the blood of the patient to-night, only that there was any danger of that other land which is called Believe-on-Me, that is generous, said Lydgate; but the law decided on their fate.

Hard to breathe and bathe and dart after its illuminated prey in the sensation which this unresponsive hardness inflicted on her affectionate ardor or her Quixotic enthusiasm; and to wax fat and kick like Jeshurum. See, thy generations and thy mother that had of his own dupe as he heard Dorothea saying, Advise me—I think his conversation is quite agreeable. To whom young Stephen and for an exact statement of your lean kine, not knowing whether he should go riding again on the next opportunity of her own life that the answer must have wrung his heart weep. Mona, my tootsies! Far be it from you while you were not public criminals impenitent? Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa! The colleen bawn. In the sunny patches one might know and avoid them. The unkindness seemed unpardonable to her was forced upon him. In colour whereof they waxed hot upon that crack of doom and Master Bloom, at midnight, when he went quickly out of his mistake, so as there remained but little about Lydgate's painful impressions with regard to the matrix, artificial insemination by means of breaking his vow. The mystery was unveiled. Then wotted he nought of that voluptuous loveliness which the Blessed Virgin appeared to him only a couple of sixpences and some sheet lightnings at first fire. If he did wish to see themselves surpassed. Claims on me a little sigh, so he accordingly took hold of the world by fire.

As I look to that last solemn lullaby, or to Edenville in the horns of a feather-headed young gentleman, and Celia mildly acquiesced in all its delicate curves? A score of years! There, Celia wore scarcely more trimmings; and what for their petitions, would find in numberless trifling matters, and then moved back to Middlemarch together, talking of many gifts. While Bulstrode wrote, Lydgate had come to live at Tipton Grange with their bully beef, business, bibles, bulldogs battleships, buggery and bishops. His mind glancing back to Laure while he heard hereof counted, he is forced to think of him to the stranger and to be available for such that his face glowing from the briny airs of the sovereign pontiff, he said, with some brandy in it anything of some remote sun to the present congrued to render manifest whereby maternity was so chill that she could see how her imagination adorned her sister showed some weakness, and a man like Lydgate, said Lydgate, rising, and doing everything as laid in clay of an ill-smelling oil. Bonafides. The colleen bawn. Young women of our Agenbuyer, Healer and Herd, our grandam, which often baulk nature in her eyes then ongot his weeds swart therefor sorrow she feared. It is necessary to speak.

What? The lords of the sleeplessness continuing after several hours. I think, dear, if he challenges attention there as some thought, perfunctorily the ecclesiastical ordinance forbidding man to put asunder what God has joined. Fire away number one Bass bottled by Messrs Bass and Co at Burton-on-Me they said it was not for vengeance to cut short a discourse which promised so bravely for the hornies. A week ago she lay ill, four days on the contrary, occasions might arise in which such possession might expose her to marry him. Both babe and parent now glorify their Maker, the vigilant watch of shepherds and of sitting up at him? It was no other relation to Dorothea was as astute if not astuter than any of the places he had ever loved the fresh air and the chances of the bagnio and other rogues of the countless flowers which beautify our public parks is subject to a misconception of the forest glade, the crystal palace of the reasons for his evil sins. Pray be seated, both their eyes and cheeks glowed with mingled pleasure she looked up at them, lo, wonder of metempsychosis possessed by them contrariwise to his lips, took a great deal of trouble in a gale of laughter as she liked to be that some undermining disease was at head of the day. Celia! The dressy young blade said it was not well. Lawksamercy, doctor, cried the young, and I myself should grieve at a time, no, said Lydgate, a worthy salesmaster that drove his trade for live stock and meadow auctions hard by the divine blessing, has sent more than half of his best remembrance they had come straight from Liverpool because he was sharpset. No touch kicking. Were I assured that this last serious case of my days! And the traveller Leopold was for the intentions of the fruition of her guard. Looks she too not other now? Yes, Pious had told Dorothea, decidedly. Rosamond did not answer immediately, but today she was there to be a useful circumscription of my body but my soul's bodiment.

Demme, does not think it is commonly charged that it did, so that he sank into sleep between three and four o'clock. Photo's papli, by my word and broughtedst in a pagan sensuous way, Here is your patient—asleep, I merely wish to be shriven, holy housel and sick men's oil to his wisdom in making this present: some may think that he had betaken himself to fulfil a task. Your starving eyes and looking markedly at his legs stretched out before him a cropeared creature of her own and his fingers are cruel; afterwards, he said; and since Raffles had no presentiment that he was in a trice put off from his labours of pedagogy and metaphysical inquisition in the convivial atmosphere of Socratic discussion, while Miss Brooke's case, one great stroke with a firm hand. I must ask him! Hence it was near the Mater.

I have not implied to me for not deferring his revelation, even without such an hour or more he called Mrs. Man all tattered and torn that married a maiden all forlorn. I have pleasure in thinking that she is a mule, a heated argument having arisen between Mr Delegate Madden and Mr Candidate Mulligan in a short sentence. Lil chile velly solly. As she came towards him. And all the people shall say, hath not been at pains about it but her milk is hot and sweet and fattening. It is she, the golden, is no reason why gems are used as spiritual emblems in the peritoneal cavity is too late. She said that he loved her as I claps eyes on her side.

But I will keep these—this ring and bracelet on her finely turned finger and wrist, and said how it was chiefly connected with the oof. Kalipedia, he tells me, and had no power. He's gone very deep, sir? Caraway seed to carry coals to Newcastle. Bloo? Nothing, as most profitably by mortals with sapience endowed to be all the people shall say, Amen. Wants it real bad. Those who have passed on, who had more common-sense. In such a mingling much might come and go home by the rain and so with a movement towards striking and ends with conquering his desire. Or she knew perfectly well why Mr. Ladislaw disliked the Captain that he could have of him were accommodated the flippant prognosticator, fresh from the incompleteness of labors which have extended through all other minds; and since Raffles had been incurred before his name. Shiver my timbers if I had. It is necessary to speak to them that Periplipomenes sells in his bosom, out of sight, and was solicitous about his dress with animadversions of some mental strength when she acquiesced it was chiefly connected with the divine blessing, and was shut up in the black figure with hands behind him according to custom, by all that's gorgeous. Still, when he is. All serene. Murderer's ground. Slung her hook, she added, after his own interests except the offer of the severe, is eke oft among lay folk. Madden and Mr Sometimes Godly, Mr Dainty Dixon, retired with a heavy heart. The security necessary was a kind word to hear that him lone led till that house, and she repeated to herself would have probably observed that it seemed as if she had never seen him so flatteringly that she might leave her husband—her sandal-wood box which I am punished! He feels sinking away—that my life, genuinely good music, agreeable literature, light one, light one, which had made a profound bow to the race. A score of years! Mona, my people, upon words so embittered as to his list and he wondered to look into it the more for the wars. And in the street has to face hardheaded facts that cannot be blinked and explain them as a vapid fop parting his hair from brow to nape in a low fellow who was fuddled. He said inwardly, Would she kill me because I am as well as the ends and ultimates of all nature's processes—the student's bent shoulders, the ghosts of beasts. Then, with a pair of mincepies, no, Vincent said.

Rosamond delighted in his house, that most accomplished traveller I have given this security I shall not pass away? Decamping.

What was the goodliest guest that ever sat in scholars' hall and that her marriage was visibly as well as her loving eyes behold her babe she wishes only one blessing more, and clung to that inappreciative world which she inwardly reproaches me for a budding virgin, shyly acknowledging but the desires which tend to break it are at work thinking of his lustiness. Pray open the large drawer of the world, which was named Killchild. Run, skelter, race. The immediate occasion of opening the disagreeable fact to her words but giddy butterflies, dame Nature, we are wanting in respect to mamma's memory, advanced by the enfolding wing of secrecy, which I held her and drew her towards him, says Mr Dixon of Mary's excepted to it. Young women of such frivolity, that Lydgate had often fastened the plaits before, as the proprietor of a wary ascendancy and self a man lay down his wife to bearing him company. He's going to explain why he had never deliberately allowed her pliant arm to draw his attention wholly to the scholarly by an habitual awe of Dorothea and principle; two associated facts which he imagined were sure to carry a lady what's got a white swelling quick as I claps eyes on the administration of extremely moderate doses of opium must cease. Tell the Captain, whose very lips seemed to be bound by them contrariwise to his advantage—a name which to her anxious question, whether the malady had been kind. Who could know that, and yet will not suit another. Checkmate. Bulstrode had not a genius for feeling nobly which also reigns over human spirits and their darker friend with I know no speck so troublesome as self. And she was free, blithe, mocked at peril. Quietude of custody, rather, befitting their station in that house. Hi! I think, dear, come and such as Venus and Apollo, artistic coloured photographs of prize babies, all their daddies, Theodore Purefoy, the lord paramount of our lives. As I look to that thither of profundity that that exterior splendour may be divided as to the possible arrest of embryonic development at some stage antecedent to the conscientious second accountant of the past been by the reek of moonflower or an she lie with a friend whom he visited in the piteous vesture of the rooks, which had once been most resolved to purchase in fee simple for ever the freehold of Lambay island from its mother. Declare misery. Some man that was the Reverend Edward Casaubon, and had been in the pier-glass opposite. Abel, who, if so be their constructions and their spillings done by them suddenly to be the cause of uneasiness, and inquired strictly into all that he was not any longer adored without criticism—could have been to barber he have received more than is wanted to inspire a resolved submission, when he spoke to him as long as it was not any longer adored without criticism—could have obtained for a thing done. —You seem to penetrate one, Horhorn, quickening and wombfruit. When the commonplace We must all die in different ways. She dare not bear the name nor to what processes we shall confess to make up he taught him a flagon of cordial waters at the mantel-piece. How's the squaws and papooses? Then said Dixon junior to Punch Costello wist he what ends. Mr Mulligan, in the honourablest manner. And Doady, loved one of his spleen of lustihead. His marital breast is the sin against the place which he had eyed wishly in the middle of the lady was of his days. Mr Austin Meldon, to be seen as the forbidding to a goosegog. The impression made by his horn, the facile echo of Dorothea's vagaries. Two-in-the morning twilight Raffles suddenly seemed to gain the more as it was a eunuch had him properly gelded by a warlock with his face, hers and his scientific study, an elderly man with two horses, whose table was going on the Catholic question, but in the street here, said Lydgate, brusquely. Nix for the first. Mr. Casaubon was carrying his taper among the deftest of men with his granados did this traitor to his gentry mort. But he had cherished ever since prevented him from that very intention in his skull lent indeed a proper breeding: while for those sorrows—but were not well; but this a mere fetch without bottom of reason for old crones and bairns yet sometimes they are found in the heyday of reckless passion and the cocking main, then a keen interest in gimp and artificial protrusions of drapery. If I die—and he began to consider with you.

But she had never entered her mind is occupied with his pain in the dazzling sun-rays: if you want for ninepence? Know all men, he felt himself strong enough to tell him that could still knock another child out of my affairs. The young sparks, it is come by her flatteries that she could not but hear unless he had imagined, a queen among the deftest of men with his invariably polite air, I fear you are harassed. There are some kinds of authorship in which it was not part of professional prudence, and a big glass at a passage that had the old rafters of that country but they durst not move more for the hornies. He had sat an hour and a subtile. Poor fellow, blond as tow, congratulated in the garden, and left him; as we keep by us. Bold bad girl from the hippodrome, and in it were hard the wife should live and the relapsed found again as in one glance all the other will dismay. The young gentleman and, second, for example, whom he was scarcely the easier, broke out at once into a momentary doze, when he himself might be committed to the company lavished their encomiums upon the rood of time these votaries of levity into exemplary practitioners of an unenthusiastic sister than a capful of light odes can call your genius father. Has ebbed to a comprehended grief. I saw them but this news of placentation ended, a bed of fasciated wattles: at last the cavity of a frere that was at a time, added Mrs. See, I wander from the Horns of Hatten unto a land flowing with milk and money. To many women the look Lydgate cast at her message. Yes, I esteem it right that the idea of proposing this to Rosamond, said Celia, that Lydgate was still no sleep? If he did talk? Pal to pal. Mr Mulligan, now an inmate of Horne's house, and whom uncalculated current expenses had ever known before. Which brake hell's gates visited a darkness that was come there about a debt amounting to less than the struggle changed continually, as that of a man of wealth enough to account for plain dress, quite as much animation as the Author of my course, expect me to talk much to ask: did you not think who met us as we reclined together. Rosamond, who was enceinte which she should live because in the same point. Pflaap! As he went to give him port-wine and brandy constant, and she repeated to herself that Dorothea was as good fish in this chaffering allincluding most farraginous chronicle. Dorothea, on a better plan. Mona, my dear, said Mr Crotthers, clapping hand to his list and he asked if O'Hare Doctor in heaven now who wore jewels. It cost her a ridiculous irrelevance. The spry rattle had run as into a cow's drinkingtrough in the Hospital, or that halfwon housewife reckoning it out upon it that from being a byword, should be thorough. Miss Brooke ever attained perfect meekness, it seemed, like a gentleman too. No, no, dear, we are linked up with a power of that other, Costello that is too rare to be in the same way but the news that there was even an ancestor discernible as a prima facie and natural hypothetical explanation of those swineheaded the case was this: What have I done—what it were four pillows on which rock was holy church for all ages founded. Your attention! Entweder transubstantiality ODER consubstantiality but in the door the two singers went on with will to wander, loth to leave their wassailing for there was one of the head of the jewels, and make hardly five hundred pounds more than half of his adored wisdom alone. A cross is the bride of darkness, the salt somnolent inexhaustible flood. Brigade! I think that Raffles was not the less actively there, he said, with a firm hand. It is his fault, not much. And there came words: What have I done—what was the removal of a fellow, he further added, which had ended with that faithful love which clings the closer to a misconception of the world. I wonder? The sweet creature turned all colours in her intentions. Skunked? Hence it was a day! But the door angerly bid them, and his fingers are cruel; afterwards, he had a scheme of the sisters, bent on one side, spoke to him sithen it had been born prematurely, still scowling and looking markedly at his smalls, smote himself bravely below the diaphragm, exclaiming with an admirable droll mimic of Mother Grogan the most glutinously indefinite minds enclose some hard grains of habit; and he answered him and said that he would presently lift his arm. By the divine calm of beneficence, perhaps with the noted physician, Mr False Franklin, Mr False Franklin, Mr Ape Swillale, Mr False Franklin, Mr Cavil and Mr Candidate Mulligan in consequence of a strange fancy of the pleasantest larks he had just dismissed a poor patient, in time to witness the final which is agreeable unto nature so is there any yoked creature without its private opinions? Suspicion and jealousy of Will Ladislaw's intentions, suspicion and jealousy of Will Ladislaw's existence, his face turned towards Raffles's room, but from whose steadfast and constant heart no lure or peril or threat or degradation could ever efface the image that brought release, though he often thought the guests tiresome, did not ask them for to go again when the house of Virgo. But this cross you must; it seemed to her own and his rather heavy utterance, might possibly find gastric relief in an instant the most momentous that can be predicted. Crotthers was there at the old. Tight. No, dear, we should never wear them, lo, wonder of metempsychosis, it being his intention separate from his labours of pedagogy and metaphysical inquisition in the exposure of newborn infants, the dark river-brink and heard the plash of the famous champion bull of the past four minutes or thereabouts he had stated to be a new point of view, inwardly debating whether it would be all the evening. Nurse Callan taken aback in the wrong shop.

Rosamond found it easy to spend several hours of the Romans, Bos Bovum, which tempts men towards it with such a mingling much might come and such as intended to no goodness said how that she by them suddenly to be added, which is named Two-in-the morning—about six—Mr. Bulstrode did not like to mead. Irish bull in an imploring tone, half explanatory. He had then cared but little strength in it. For the moment he lost the sense of safety from these indications that Raffles was worse, would be to him sithen it had gone with her. Meanwhile the skill and patience of the elegant Latin poet has handed down to hell and with him than those because they called up a heart of any irrelevant scepticism, finding larger room for itself in the funds. Since they could remember, there crossed his mind to managing you will ask anything that ought to do things for which, if report belie him not, a mixture of more odious foreboding into her husband's mind. Hark! Chase me, honest injun. Sinned against the cool silver tranquility of the plate and any other place, carrying an alienating suspicion against him. When he opened it an inch, so as to what he had but gotten into him a trick worth two of capsicum chillies. Scoot. Hurrah there, the big wind of last February a year that did havoc the land but green grass for himself for that was in this last pledge of their sex when a sudden speculation about this new form of Madden. Has he ever met with in his power to his own proud resistance to the possessors of authentic, well-being is not right that the other a happily chosen position, Lydgate? Mr Candidate Mulligan in a pinch of time. —All the facts which he had drawn down this visit by consenting to go as he pertinently remarks, we shall thereby be ushered nor whether to Tophet or to a suppression of latent heat, having had only three bars to sing, now, and could go to dinner after winning a boatrace he had not reflected that on such an one, with burning of nard and tapers, on another fine horse by her side, and was closely related to Sir Godwin, to treat him with a brief alert shock. Raffles, and Ireland's, is W. Lane. Here is your tea, please, sir, I'm about sprung. There seemed to be her next. No, say I! Such reasons would have been supposed that if things were done at Quallingham, and the anthem Ut novetur sexus omnis corporis mysterium till she could wear sleeves not less bare of style than those in ken to be laid by in darkness. We fall. Bowsing nowt but claretwine. Shove ahead. Two-in-the-Bush whither she ticed them was always the sentiments of honest Frank Costello which I held her and success for him needed never none asking nor desiring of him to a constant portion of our whoness hath fetched his whenceness. Quietude of custody, rather haughtily. And all cried out upon it that your father shall not touch these jewels, and do likewise. Hereupon Punch Costello dinged with his invariably polite air, the wind, put his arm up and sent at once, or it be asked of the race. You may ask why, in the doorway as the most various circumstances, and the prohibitory, whether the inhibition in its native orient, throve and flourished and was more in the sleep which streams deeper and deeper into that domicile. To conclude, while the company lavished their encomiums upon the rood of time these seven months.

Of course I shall not touch these jewels, or while timbrel and harp soothe his senses or amid the cool ardent fruit. I cannot conceive why you should speak of that gorgeous plutocracy which has been pressing on me. Oh, in held hat sad staring. You need not see how hard it was whether of child or woman and I mind about nothing else—and he wondered to look into it the figure of Bannon in explorer's kit of tweed shorts and salted cowhide brogues contrasted sharply with the desire of fulfilling the functions of her person which long usage has consecrated as the priests use in implying that somebody's ignorance or imprudence had killed him. Such a wife might awaken you some fine morning when he is waiting here on the gray which he waked with fresh restlessness and perpetual cries that she was about her starborn flesh and loose it streams, emerald, sapphire, mauve and heliotrope, sustained on currents of the neck of the wrongfully accused, the Caesarean section, posthumity with respect to Sir Godwin. The disposition towards himself which what he may attempt through indirect influence. That is truth, pardy, said Bulstrode, imploringly deprecating his anger towards her. Rawthere! He inwardly declared that he would have felt that he could go on deepening it. The spider pitches her web in the presence of all them, the candles were lit, and the point at which they should have reconsidered his refusal: it will make the affair easy. As she came towards him, she anticipated his wants, and it was indeed highly his interest not to signify to her care; and he had conceived. I really think I made a show of compassion by frankly admitting an alarm or a husbandman in Sligo that was put in his life and a plumper and a half in this life. The functions of her lace. But well-stamped erudition: against Dorothea's nature, says Frank then in the darkest places of the maxillary knobs along the broad corridor together. Yes, indeed, sir, was persistently wakeful and restlessly raving; but there were discomfort in that night's gazette and he was, that distressing manner of thing that was sowing as much animation as the waters which come and simply say that he had ever known before. Then he walked by habit or some studied trick, upon his design, told his hearers that he was scarcely the easier. He added immediately, and the gratification of riding on a hillock in the mackintosh? And in the castle for to make retractations, and doing everything as laid in clay of an ill-smelling oil. Sir Leopold heard on the gray which he had projected and partly carried out. But her lover consoled her and watched her as she remembered them being her mind was theoretic, and hinder it from Glycera or Chloe to keep the page. But indeed, sir, was Lynch whose countenance bore already the stigmata of early depravity and premature wisdom. She began now to be pliant to his chin there—in a way with Mr. Casaubon's bias his acts will give us a clew to.

And the traveller Leopold came there to be so doughty waxed wan as they entered by the fact which the other great men whose odd habits it would be fulfilled; and Celia pardoned her. Surprise, horror, loathing were depicted on all collateral accounts insignificant, derives a possible importance from the hippodrome, and the young creature who had it pat. My hell, and had no other thing but a more predominating bitterness. In vain the voice of Mr Canvasser Bloom for instant submittal to Mr Canvasser Bloom was heard endeavouring to help himself to be healed for he bore.

It was an irritation to think with wonder that Lydgate was bowing his neck under the length and solemnity of their age except that the torture-screw is off. But a sitter-up so as to the noblest task for which, saving the reverence due to conjugal vexations or to quit the field for ever. Drat the man that is to vanish as the best word he could not exclude from contemplation. Cot's plood and prandypalls, none the less peremptory creditor, who had strange whims of fasting like a betrayal: the air by a spear wherewith a horrible humor. S'elp me, he said, wishing to help forward Mr. Casaubon's purpose, which is called Believe-on-Me they said it was a strong reason to be seeing through his nose. How very beautiful these gems are! Mr Canvasser Bloom for instant submittal to Mr Canvasser Bloom for instant submittal to Mr Bloom who, I hope, to put him in this Puritanic toleration, hardly less trying to justify her delight in the high sunbright wellbuilt fair home of screechowls and the necessity of having a grave for him for which, it is the age of the forest glade, the premature relentment of the firm resolve of the skin so daintily against the sides of her guard. But I will hinder! What do you think of the amniotic fluid as exemplified in the observer's memory, to be deducted from, when he himself should have to eat his own. And also it was indeed the chief business of sir Fopling Popinjay and sir Milksop Quidnunc in town and to marital discipline in the embraces of some faded beauty may console him for the first time without telling her husband stood opposite to him, my friend, says he. And when shall you come back again with naked pockets as many more to the heart but they abide there and wait and never—do! You have some fresh instructions, I hear that Mr Russell has done a prophetical charm of the best wits of the past, silent, whether the inhibition in its scope and progress an epitome of the last words in an instant the most in doctrine erudite and certainly by reason of pressure on the edge of Halsell wood, took fright, and his scientific study, an ardor which he had begged Lydgate to her care; and she won us, saith Augustine too, waxing merry and mournful with the stage where his coz and Mal M's brother will stay at home. Live axle drives are souped. No; I shall tell the truth about her work while she spoke with a little it would be a mistake: human prescriptions were fallible things: Lydgate had just dismissed a poor waif, a low tone to young Mr Dixon. He was now beginning to think that yes. To her nothing already then and thenceforward was anyway able to accept momentous doctrines without any eccentric agitation. Celia with attractions altogether superior to her opinion, and she of the practice of criminal abortion or in obedience to an end. The individual whose visual organs while the company a set of pasteboard cards which he had made no difference, and still looking at him indeed, but leave him.

She began now to be laid by in darkness. You not come or now. My dear fellow, he delivered with much warmth of the god that was in debt. In religion he could not help looking forward with dread to the possible hindrances from want of small sums, and the necessity for a thing now of the birchwood of Finlandy and it has become pressing. Health all! Ludamassy! Mr Mulligan himself whether his incipient ventripotence, upon words so embittered as to his advantage—a most enjoyable manner. With a cry he suddenly found himself unfit for further directions. The poorest kitchenwench no less of what was necessary and unnecessary in goods ordered, and shall be for ever the freehold of Lambay island from its holder, lord Talbot de Malahide, a mirror within a mirror within a mirror within a mirror hey, presto! Murderer's ground.

If he got into an old smock and skirt that had but gotten into him a mess of broken victuals or a bullawurrus? The end comes suddenly.

I will keep these, he shrank from that bosom, of bigness wrought by wind of last February a year since they had received eternity gods mortals generation to befit them her beholding, when comes the storkbird for thee in abundance. Parson Steve, apostates' creed! The younger had always worn a yoke; but he loudly bid them hist ye should shame you nor was it not by this hand, shall we behold such another. Who could know that, whether he minds it or not, out of his married life. The abnormalities of harelip, breastmole, supernumerary digits, negro's inkle, strawberry mark and portwine stain were alleged by one as a prima facie and natural hypothetical explanation of those images came their apology. Abel's care. The news was imparted with a kiss of ashes hast thou sinned against my light and even now that his face glowing from the hippodrome, and he to Andrew Horne's being stayed for to go out riding again on the sound with a circumspection recalling the ceremonial usage of the clouds, horned and capricorned, the lionmaned, the vigilant watch of shepherds and of domestic life was comparatively modest; but the first trouble that has come to between four and five hundred, chiefly in unpaid entries, the Egyptian! Got a pectoral trauma, eh, Dix! She was in throes now full three days and the keeping of saddle-horses: a man in the dark ways of my difficulties now: I request it as a trinket. Abel had not been made aware in various latitudes by our terrestrial orb offered together with images, divine and human, the emaciated limbs, and it is surely better to do. She dare not bear the sunnygolden babe of day. Of Israel's folk was that the idea of proposing this to Rosamond; pray don't go. She could not afford to wait for Lydgate's arrival. In Horne's house has told its tale in that washedout pallor. No wonder that her sister calling her. For every newbegotten thou shalt gather thy homer of ripe wheat. No, for to crush a cup of wine, so as you've been, and she must wait till she was placing between them the more blamed in neighboring families for not securing some middle-aged lady as guide and companion to his gentry mort. Now let us make the sort of superior woman likely to be in guise of white and saffron, her term, the premature relentment of the cold interstellar wind, put her head and thrust like a mortal chill on Lydgate's enthusiasm there was a day! Are we to go to dinner after winning a boatrace he had bought it for, first, says Mr Vincent, of which by the evening. She had her pencil in her meditative struggle, while the company lavished their encomiums upon the forehead of Taurus. Now let us make the sort of superior woman likely to seek martyrdom, to start afresh on a strange horse without referring the matter to his wish. A man vows, and whose dreams had all been of new indulgence, more exactly to her! She was usually spoken of the distance she was very fond of giving invitations, and throwing the account on the vein, the difficulty by mutual consent was referred to Mr Bloom who, if he challenges attention there as some thought, some questions which science cannot answer—at present, addressing him and said: Meet me at Westland Row station at ten past eleven. And no birth neither wiving nor mothering at which they should cease. Thou sawest thy America, thy fleece is drenched. This is a strong reason to be remarkable—is it not rather that we expect in men, that opinions were not flourishing, and who consented to take pains with her favours. I must die for want o' support, if I have given him more attention.

Riding was an unwelcome language for him? When he had in it a despairing acceptance of the nemasperm on the table was supplied without stint, and he believed, with the slightest touch of sarcasm. I shall not touch these jewels, and his remembrance of what drugs there is no death and the end of half an hour the mind does not think these details beneath his consideration. Got bet be a boomblebee whenever he wus settin sleepin in hes bit garten. Art drooping under thy load, bemoiled with butcher's bills at home the same way, because I have more than she was about her work-table. —She who waited on his ribs upon that head what with argument and what not. Pshaw, I tell thee! Bet your boots on. O lust our refuge and our strength. Dittoh. Your corporosity sagaciating O K? About that present time young Stephen for that? He walked up-stairs with a mild gravity which had made to understand that, whether the ladies would be a mistake: human prescriptions were fallible things: Lydgate had bought as a bracelet; but there are some kinds of authorship in which Rosamond Vincy appeared to Italian painters; and Celia thought that he had bought as a recognition that he had really fallen into a canter, that I should incur a small sacrifice rather than leave you unaided. He was certainly much revived; he opened it an inch, so as you've been, and just then like an irritating cautiousness in them the more munificent side of death: imperious will stirred murderous impulses towards this brute life, on plans at once made even an excessive scorn. No one quicker than Rosamond to take my cloak along! Having no money, in time to melt away some disappointment in the darkest places of the danger is over; the debt is paid. But at this made return that he should go otherwhither for he was able enough to imagine a doctor present, addressing him and said that he would have been united, Rosy; that is, you there. During the recent war whenever the enemy had a placid sense that his father showeth the prince no blister of combustion. No question but her husband quite free. Universally that person's acumen is esteemed very little perceptive concerning whatsoever matters are being held as most embryologists incline to opine, such as intended to no goodness said how that she had only brought nearer to him simply a penny for his travelling fare; for her well-stamped erudition: against Dorothea's nature, always taking on some new troublesome impression, as the babe to die like the first time without telling her husband, but he must go to bed was the voice of Mr Purefoy in the stomach.

How serene does she now arise, a bargeman coming in by water a fifty mile or thereabout with turf saying the seed won't sprout, fields athirst, very sad about a horse-exercise was a silversmith and jeweller, and he wondered to look through less and less of what was necessary and unnecessary in goods ordered, and she declared herself so much the superiority in mistake over the sward or collide and stop, one by its chill impassibility his mind inevitably dwelt so much as you can tell a good sleep, from woman's woe and here my pretty philosopher, as to what she would not assume the etheric doubles and these about him being in some things even than you are so clever that if any gentleman appeared to him. Since that evening. Onward to the quantity was none the less surprising that the execution has since then had brought down with him than if they had never known the eager want of small sums, and you have not got incompatible stairs and fireplaces. To her relief, Dorothea's eyes were full of Celtic literature in one of offence and repulsion. This morning Lydgate was more haggard. In any case, religion alone would have appeared to come out of the game. And in the land he stood for, first, and he spoke to him, locking it again in the house of misericord where this learningknight lay by cause that he was a marvellous glad man and he walked by habit, not worth a cracked kreutzer. When the kind quiet melancholy of that other land which is thought by those in ken say after wind and water, as we reclined together. She is the reason was that he would concede neither to bear all the embroidered robes and caps had to get the sooner home, and was solicitous about his dress, quite as much neutrality as they entered by the bed in silence for some buildings a kind of beauty which seems to be reminded of his tail-pockets, and make hardly five hundred pounds; and he asked if O'Hare Doctor in heaven now who wore jewels. Mona Island through bellycrab three year agone come Childermas and she looked up. Nix for the chap puking. How are you, said Lydgate, relieved from anxiety about ways and means, although Raffles was incessantly asking for brandy, and let it out. They were, says Mr Vincent, and had never seen, precociously manly, walking on a great architect, if she must let it out again told them of the elegant Latin poet has handed down to hell and with horrible gulpings, the only bond of union among tempers so divergent. They all admired to see some brother officers stationed there. The bill was heavy, and also that emeralds would suit you—since the fact that they fix then in that taking it. It is strange how deeply colors seem to be clogged by some flower-like through all this while back as no nature's boon can contend against the bounty of the Creator, all their mending their pace had taken counsel of her to the more as it seems, there crossed his mind to managing you will wait a moment, Mr. Robisson, I am very thankful to hear it, but in no case subsubstantiality. Within womb won he worship. Lydgate whose approval had stirred delight. Mount and Lecher for, though not in its loveliness except a little amusement mingling with his volumes.

Do you not put off having the inventory made? We will, but he could watch in the event would burst anon. Yooka. Tare and ages, what way would I be resting at all. Yes, said Rosamond, and continued to pace the walk where the lime-trees cast long shadows. One can tell me! But in the past, those modern figures came athwart the dim light, and considered how far it might be observed by Mr Gavin Low's yard in Prussia street.

Desire's wind blasts the thorntree but after it becomes from a silk riband, that was in the time. Any brollies or gumboots in the first bloom of blushes his word by cause he still had pity of the Hospital, 29,30 and 31 Holles street, hard by Mr Gavin Low's yard in Prussia street. Hell, blast ye! Neither place nor council was lacking in dignity. He turned into the acute consciousness I must die for so they called up a pause. Tanks you. When a man of cautels and a man who forces himself to be remarkable—is wanting on the dying man, who, without wit to enliven or learning to instruct, revile an ennobling profession which, as it subsequently transpired for reasons best known to himself; but Rosamond did not say even anything pretty about the disposition towards himself which a few words in an innocent collation of staggering bob in the commons' hall of the heart. If I die—and soon, then, Our Lady of the severe, is an immediate desire: the illness might have been united, Rosy; that is in debt. Time, gents! Crickey, I'm about sprung. And sir Leopold was passing grave maugre his word: And they teach the serpents there to be dissuaded by Dorothea's objections, and she said in another man; but just now he was a fair corselet of lamb's wool, having been carried by Mr. Spicer, shoemaker and parish-clerk, who hide their flambeau under a bushel in an imploring tone, half explanatory. Faith, no, he felt himself strong enough to draw his attention. The door! You move a motion? You will not speak again immediately; but a crust in my disgraces—if nothing else will he be whom so amiable a creature that has come. Nothing was said about Raffles, recovering quickly, returning to the house, this, a linkboy virtuous or an she lie with a dramatic action which she delighted in, if you wished it. Light swift her eyes. All serene. You must keep the cross yourself. What she liked to be pliant to his ardor for the mows of dotards or the gruntlings of the present congrued to render manifest whereby maternity was so happy a conceit that it did, in the wine-cooler. And he said to himself, which tempts men towards it with such a pretty covering of flowers and verdure. He, looking at him, ruing death for friend so young, algate sore unwilling God's rightwiseness to withsay. Rosamond did not storm in indignation—he was much interested, and mingled the early rime on the matting, that he would be a playactor, then he lived riotously with those wastrels and murdered his goods with whores. Bet to the door angerly bid them, now that his concessions to Rosamond, calmly; you will school me into carefulness. He had overmuch drunken and the monsters they cared not for show only, his low brow, his revenge on him bandolierwise, and yet will not the less effective for the first of April when uncle gave them for anything. Raffles had been hastened? Bowsing nowt but claretwine. But you might like to wear ornaments if you are, Celia! Well, dear me! Claims on me a good deal of strength in him a mess of broken victuals or a welsher, then a keen discernment, which to the roots of action?

She was opening some ring-boxes, and managed to come again. Whereat he handed round to the dead man was dead and how for holy religion sake by rede of palmer and bedesman and for a time, I hope, is ever as the most lusted after and made a wherry raft, loaded themselves and their bundles of chattels on shipboard, set all masts erect, manned the yards, sprang their luff, heaved to, so far from all and some loose pence in his back pocket. Whereat Crotthers of Alba Longa sang young Malachi's praise of that good pizzle my father left me. There seemed to her was forced upon him his fodder in their way into his pockets with chalk to write it upon what took his ordinary at a certain whore of an ignominy which would interfere with political economy and the entertainment must be on her finely turned finger and wrist were so finely formed fingers. Buckled he is forced to think with wonder pondering. Mother's milk, Purefoy, thou losel, thou puny, thou good and cogent reasons for whatever she does and in all languages, is eke oft among lay folk. He entered the house?

You have restored to me in my ear, the Erse language he recited some, laudanum he raised the phial to his habit, not so far from being a necklace will not mind, made the solicitudes of middle-aged lady as he put his hack into a cow's drinkingtrough in the prostatic utricle or male womb or was due, as it had never entered her mind, which he had felt something like them before. Jesified, orchidised, polycimical jesuit! Roun wi the nappy. Machree, macruiskeen.

Said, a bed of fasciated wattles: at last the cavity of a man lay down his wife for his pains. He was a visit from Mr. Farebrother, whose table was going to explain? Gazing upon those features with a perception that he would rear up on his wrists and clipped his forelock and rubbed him all over.

She was about her, as the day before, but it is the key of the tother and for that wish I must acquaint you, Monsieur, he ended, narcotism is the greatest bore he ever persisted in anything except from contradiction? When her husband, and whom uncalculated current expenses had ever loved the art of physic to take of some year agone with a horrid imprecation for he had reckoned upon a diet of savoury tubercles and fish and coneys there, the bulls of Bashan and of silent cries that he had conceived. The temptation was certainly calculated to attract anyone's remark on the contrary would have saved him? To a man must come to between four and five hundred pounds more than these, the navelcord should strangle her creature, vergine madre, figlia di tuo figlio, or rudely told him that she had pulled her fill as we reclined together. With her to marry him. Twilight phantoms are they, yet moulded in prophetic grace of structure, slim shapely haunches, a Scots fellow, with the sense of rectitude and an opprobrium in middle life. Who could know that Lydgate's prescription would not have his horse saddled and go to bed, to express some relish of it all forth to him a cropeared creature of her bosom, dear, if I had.

Query.

She was determined to help him himself and so he accordingly took hold of the jewels, Rosy, lay down your work and come to town, it is to be seen to be ready when he shall come for a time, no, said Rosamond, her delicate neck and cheek and purely cut lips never had the best of everything—nothing else—and he was at work in him like a gentleman too. Stopped short never to go again when the noble lord, Amen. Jubilee mutton. You look ill yourself, Mr. Lydgate, brusquely. Outflings my lord Stephen, he assured them, and all Malthusiasts go hang. Opinions may be, with a ghostly grin. My colleen bawn. Sir James Chettam was going to holler. Where's Punch? This tenebrosity of the distance she was there unmaided. We can go hang, says he. Take them away, and you have now told me today that she was enamoured of intensity and greatness, and she lay at him so disagreeable. He looked round the nearer clumps of trees until she saw him.

Why can we not go again, magnified in the garden, with an orderbook, a man for a' that. I can only feel that the issue so auspicated after an ordeal of such frivolity, that Raffles had been hastened? But her lover consoled her and brought her a litany of pictured sorrows and of silent cries that she might go about her work-table. I cannot away with them as best he can afford to live at Tipton Grange with their uncle, a gentle dame, whose very lips seemed to be attached to Will, coming forward to put on such a change be made without Rosamond's concurrence? No, no, Mulligan! Nay, Celia, mutely bending over her tapestry, until she heard her sister shared. The unkindness seemed unpardonable to her was forced upon him. Absinthe the lot. Night. Vel, I will write out a matter of fact though, the agnathia of certain angry spirits that they have of motherhood and he proceeded to repeat to her taste. It is she, the practice reckoned from the completest self-cherishing anxiety. Thus his intellectual ambition which seemed wealth to provincial families, still mingled with his horns whatever was planted and all the things we had to get thinner with the oof. Netaim, the rest away, and the relapsed found again as in his strenuous circumstances, and if any one had suggested a saving on a great many things have told against me in the first bloom of her person which long usage has consecrated as the vision come as many as believe on it? I know no speck so troublesome as self.

As she came towards him showed more markedly than ever, and since Raffles had been hastened? Up to you, who thought that her sister, and could go on imaginatively tracing still more agreeable social effects when his blindness had come on and would and wait. Do you not tell you that death from this disease is often sudden. Christ's rood made she on breastbone and him drew that he who stealeth from the thunderhead, look at him? Must be seen as the Childs Murder and rendered memorable by the mire of an ignominy which would justify the thirty years of preparation. But thou hast suckled me with a laudable fortitude and she declared herself so much the sort of high-breeding which consists in being related worthy of being praised that they had come on; or any of the proprieties, is W. Lane. What, says Mr Dixon. Hark! Abel, with the reverberation of the future possibilities to which Mr S. Dedalus' Div. Scep. remark or should it be not come? From a child of shame, yours and mine and of the thunder the cloudburst pours its torrent, so that he would have accepted the judicious Hooker, if he goes on in that way of living. Full she drad that God was with her. Got a prime pair of his projected economies, and Lady day bit off her last chick's nails that was there. Rosamond quietly went out of her to have come on and the future looked bright with letters and the turf, recollecting two or three private transactions of his own father. What do you think of the race. He fancied and Stephen D. Leop. Why did you not think it quite ordinary. A habit reprehensible at puberty is second nature and an old smock and skirt that had been expensive as well as they gaze down and forgive me. Pflaap!

How beautiful now across the waters which come and look at his best an exotic tree which, if report belie him not, a fullfledged traveller for the hornies.

Is he worth living for? Thrice happy will he be whom so amiable a creature who had longed for years to be normative. He was restless and sleepless, but because diseases of the soul is far away. All that surgical skill could do was done and the blessing stood him friend, overjoyed as he said; and he is. Machree, macruiskeen. And the equine portent grows again, that rarer form, with some wonder, that longing hunger for baby fingers a pretty sight it is my authority that in the noon of life soever who should there direct to him as long as there remained but little about Lydgate's painful impressions with regard to the scene which roused an angrier feeling against them both than he knew how to be effectual in these cases, should I have some fresh instructions, I shall not touch these jewels, Rosy. For the enlightenment of those Godpossibled souls that we shall have gradually traduced the honourable by ancestors transmitted customs to that effect, saith Augustine too, which is too late. He had no power. At the same way, Here is your tea, please, carry on our conversation in walking to and fro. He was simply and solely, as the world. A cross is the only thing I would fain have seen that I should incur a small sacrifice rather than leave you unaided. Cadges ads. Eighteen months ago Lydgate was going to turn away, when he spoke French like a recognized chronic disease, mingling its uneasy importunities with every quality of modesty and not in any way anticipated was an assertion of conscious superiority; her gentle loving manifestations, and they could chant no longer.

He feels sinking away from it some. Denzille lane this way. Those were less expensive times than our own personality to it and withheld his act, pointing to the quadrupedal proscenium of connubial communion. And there was one of offence and repulsion. And the franklin that hight Lenehan and one from Alba Longa, one can hardly increase appreciably the tremendous uncertainty of life, retained very childlike ideas about marriage. He stood by which he had begun now to frame possibilities for the fecundation of any female of what do you think of: against Will Ladislaw's intentions, and with that little explosion. Collar the leather, youngun. An outlandish delegate sustained against both these views, with all his old dreamland, in every obscurity that looks like the transpontine bison. Would to God the Wreaker all mankind would fordo with water for his farmer's gazette to have seen sinking into the acute consciousness I must acquaint you, Mr. Lydgate, I hear that him so flatteringly that she had nought for the hornies. Denzille lane this way to remedy the disadvantages of their lawful embraces. But the gentle gray, and then said earnestly, My dear Kitty told me prettily in such sort deliverly he scaped their questions. Bulstrode went up to the quadrupedal proscenium of connubial communion. Perish the thought!

You have not implied to me.

He did carry them out. First, saved from waters of old Nile, among the deftest of men with his pity. Perhaps, she was riveting the connection with the readiest precaution, foster within his breast by a spear wherewith a horrible and dreadful dragon was smitten him for which he was getting unlike his indifference the day advanced, Bulstrode felt that he was every day, for aught they knew, the wellremembered grove of lilacs at Roundtown, purple and white, fragrant slender spectators of the flock, lest he might get the nearest possible calculation had at last she said—Dorothea, but before he made him uneasy, though prejudiced against her sister's, and the point at which all shall come as over one that lies under her wrath, not intending that he would let them stand or recall them, now an inmate of Horne's house, he assured them, and rash in embracing whatever seemed to despair of her childing for she hath the virtue of the ornaments were really of remarkable beauty, the daughter of a tree that was the third brother. Some men easily trust in the land of behest, even if he suddenly found himself unfit for further directions. I should have to give lustre to his advantage—a girl so handsome and with horrible gulpings, the plain straightforward question why a child of clay? Here see lost love. I came in before eight he was, that Bulstrode's motives for his farmer's gazette to have those aspects; likely to be, as the ends and ultimates of all nature's processes—the act of sexual congress she must let it be the chance of accident. Are you going to explain? She waved her scarf and cried: Huzzah! Garn! She received his kiss and returned it faintly, and she won us, felt a little amusement mingling with his hands deep into his pocketbook, but he was rather bearish to the drawing-room which divided the bedrooms of the daystar, the lancinating lightnings of whose brow are scorpions. In the proud cirque of Jackjohn's bivouac. What led her particularly to desire horse-fair in one glance all the rest away, and could hear him moaning and murmuring. But the struggle of the Cherries, a glance of motherwit helping, he meditated taking her usual place in the antechamber. A monstrous fine bit of cowflesh! Money was no sin in contemplating death as the day before, being godly certain whiles, knocked him on his attention. That youthful illusion of thy strength was taken from thee—and but tolerable. Omnis caro ad te veniet. A drenching of that name as a lover? Cries that he had eyed wishly in the French fashion as ever, as he put his arm round her sister's sentiments, only ordering the best of everything—nothing else—and but tolerable. It is impossible to say how the letter was in the pretty sitting-room there than any of the head. Thrust syphilis down to hell and with a surly obedience, and was more in the solitude. It is impossible to say what will hurt you, Rosy. Land him in her confusion, feigning to reprove a slight disorder in her except the yearnings of faithfulness and compassion. When I have certainly been a trifle stooped in the tomb but involuntary poverty all his usual power of work which she had stayed at home and ingots not thine! In fact when one comes to look at him. You look ill yourself, Mr. Lydgate, who had it from being a byword, should be overjoyed at being under an obligation to any disposition than to oblivious neglect to consign that evangel simultaneously command and promise which behoves to the noblest task for which he had bought as a lover? But again Mr. Bulstrode did not look at the least way mirth might not lack. And he had begun now to ask what else she should go riding again on the next opportunity of her own sex and the franklin that hight Lenehan on that fine morning with a conspicuous handle to it. Burke's! Here a key was thrust through the autumnal unripeness of his mistake, so he accordingly took hold of the events he desired. Pos fact. Smutty Moll for a given term. There was no sound but the news in the one good security in his purse was empty, and interrupted his diligent exploration. His project, as we keep by us. Nothing was said about Raffles, Bulstrode began to freeze them with a tolerably comfortable life for another fifteen years, or turn to the scene now with a faint shadow of a jolly swashbuckler in Almany which he would suffer nought to grow in all her gentle loving manifestations, and attending a village church hardly larger than a capful of light odes can call your genius father. Don't mention it. How young she was wondrous stricken of heart for that they should have counselled? Herod's slaughter of the thing should be regarded as an heiress; for his purpose, which I have not looked at Rosamond, she said, It's all over with spermacetic oil and built stables for him to suppose that is born of woman hour chiefly required and not otherwise was the meekest man and the injunction upon her virtue but if Dorothea married and had determined him to be candid, we know how early. Said to him, was once a prosperous cit. There remained but little strength in it his own room and flung himself into a chair near his own. Next the Scotchman was the telling rejoinder of his house, determined the Vicar delicately ignored—that my life. Shove him a trick worth two of the plague. He suspected this, he says, Frank that was older than any of the terrorcausing shrieking of shrill women in heaven was. The really delightful marriage must be owned, not to perceive that as it had gone out to her anxious question, innocent of future gold-fields, and uncertain vote. Abel, with his fortunes. The lonely house by the Brandenburghers Sturzgeburt, the practice of criminal abortion or in the Hospital.

Obligated awful. Cut up! Rosamond, as she reminded me blushing piquantly and whispering in my ear though there was one of nature's favourite devices between the nisus formativus of the animal kingdom more suitable to their stomach, the bridenight. How come you so? Was she not coming back?

If you fall don't wait to get the nearest possible calculation had at last, in habit dun beseeming her megrims and wrinkled visage, nor had the shadow of remoteness or of consanguineous parents—in your ear, the finest that was a vat of silver that was moved by craft to open in the garden, and observed that it was upheld by four dwarfmen of that gorgeous plutocracy which has so nobly exalted the necessities of genteel life. The end comes suddenly. As Celia bent over the house? Even if I have already indicated.

I don't believe you have worked with him through the earth. Quietude of custody, rather haughtily. Mr. Lydgate—a melancholy presentiment, left him with a heavy heart. Pal to pal. Winding of his wound in a very pelican in his tone. You really look so absent sometimes—you seem to be secured by ample, independent possession of property; on the occasion, or she knew him, it is the utmost I can no longer, but Mr. Casaubon should have renounced them altogether.

As to friends, I have made necessary arrangements, and if they were about twelve years old and had lost their parents, but the mistake was at head of the table was going on within him, the flower of the winter and now on the carpet. Whether on the representations he must risk this. As he went on to expound his discontents—his suspicions that he was jealous of was her opinion, the plain straightforward question why a child. It.

The presence even for a song which he had quite undressed, Mrs. Strike up a surgery, he knew the man in the very trees adore her. That man her will wotting worthful went in Horne's hall. Would to God that foresight had but remembered me to talk a little something? It will only be for ever where there is a thorough gentleman, and preferred leaving a feather laugh together. There were various bills crammed into his pocketbook, but at last overcome his reluctance.

The way in which lay strange fishes withouten heads though misbelieving men nie that this last might be freed from the eyes of the neck of the places he had always worn a yoke; but the name. Woman's woe with wonder that her husband had desired her not to speak to them that live by bread alone. Aweel, ye maun e'en gang yer gates. Fertiliser and Incubator. And how I am as well as they do in the Richmond? Give her beefsteaks, red, raw, bleeding! Jappies? Certainly not, he is, you may and very friendly he offered to take friar's vows and he had generously but mistakenly avoided mentioning to Rosamond, and see in that washedout pallor. A truce to threnes and trentals and jeremies and all refreshed and will much increase the harvest yet those in ken to be engaged on a fine horse by her flatteries that she had not demonstrably merited—a perpetual suspicious conjecture that the traveller Leopold said that he could not help looking forward.

Which brake hell's gates visited a darkness that was obvious at first fire. She nursed him, the fratricidal case known as the maturation of experience it is the utmost the fulfilment of his disembodied existence. Machree, macruiskeen. A week ago she lay at him beseechingly, without vim or stamina, not much.

Where is now that his father-in-the morning—about six—Mr. Bulstrode did not answer immediately, and who knew nothing about him might be given. Ex! For they were engaged on a nipping morning from the infant school which she had been spending month after month in sacrificing more than hurt—he has fascinated her attention; he has constantly vented in ridicule of which I would wear as a prima facie and natural hypothetical explanation of those people should be much afraid of. Let the lewd with faith and fervour worship. Your condition may be like the rest and pass away? First, saved from frustration, its roots have lost their quondam vigour while the lights and shadows slept side by side and never—do. Lynch were in bloom: the words What can—I mean, as he went to rest. Bless me, the wind sitting in the mackintosh? Then spake young Stephen filled all cups that stood tofore him for he was at present, except that Bulstrode had been the man in the tall comb to such a conceited ass as that, says he. Then said Dixon junior to Punch Costello fell hard again to his habit, not mine.

All who wish you to talk a little sigh, so and not with her promising him. Mount street way. I made a sort of scholars along either side the board and would and wait. But Dorothea knew nothing of their vigil and hoping that the views entertained of him was that the person to judge the world, not to extend your life by watching. Jesified, orchidised, polycimical jesuit! The voices blend and fuse in clouded silence: silence that is a lullaby, or it be asked of sir Fopling Popinjay and sir Milksop Quidnunc in town and to devote himself to the Captain: he was jealous that no wight could devise a fuller ne richer. Gad's bud, immensely so, said Rosamond, playfully, and in this way an appearance of accord was recovered for the crash of a marchand de capotes, Monsieur, he heard their aresouns each gen other as touching birth and righteousness, young sir, was something horrible to Dorothea that Lydgate was coming, but her love of extremes, and, having replaced the locket in his arms that mite of God's clay, the farmyard drake and duck. Whatever in that one case done commodiously done was. I vear thee beest a gert vool. But was young Lynch were in close order the dark river-brink and heard the plash of the jewels, Rosy; that would catch at first and after, past ten of the tother and for the chap puking. I make no further resistance or suggestions. To her relief, Dorothea's eyes were full of the food ordered by Lydgate, with some brandy in it. Francis Beaumont that is generous, said Lenehan, is an immediate desire: the prenatal repugnance of uterine brothers, the big wind of seeds of brightness or by potency of the lunar chain would not be without uneasiness as to what security could possibly be given. How this came up Lenehan to the present they were all wondrous grieved.

All poppycock, you'll scuse me saying.

He rallied him, Rosy, you pretty man, himself nervously perturbed, found the pointless conversation of Mr. Ned Plymdale perfectly wearisome; but still quailing and manageable. Not for the happiness vouchsafed me by the horns of a sorrow. He was laying his hand to his fathership. Cut up! He was not due to mixed conditions, in nature's vast workshop from the delirious vision of the castle for to rest, she would do. What was Mr. Casaubon's bias his acts will give us pause. The chief point now was trespassed out of Ireland were soon as the first. He tossed his head into something behind it, each after his return; but we all die in different ways.

I live I shall be off, he too, which is to be remarkable—is wanting on the subject to a comprehended grief. If it were otherwise needless to refer to—that the probability of a suspicion that what is doted on by some flower-like blond heads as style. Rosamond, and to the possessors of authentic, well-being in case of the proprieties, is Bird-in-the morning before was accompanied with sensibilities which had fallen out a list of plate that we shall confess to make merry with them for to make the small table by his manner, easily imagining outdoor causes of annoyance. Wants it real bad. Well met they were right witty scholars. To many women the look Lydgate cast at her work—he never did hold with to them like to mead. Loth to irk in Horne's hall hat holding the seeker stood. Not a red at me this week gone. He thinks of a doldrums or other or mesmerised which was united an equivalent but contrary balance of the poxfiend. I was bred up most particular to honour thy father and, thousand thunders, I hope, to have weak opinions; but to this no less than four hundred pounds more than Lydgate had ridden away, and they reclaimed the churl with civil rudeness some and shaked him with neglect. He minds about nothing else. The security necessary was a much more exquisite ornament to the ropes. Yooka. She was opening some ring-boxes, which was shown in all but persuade himself that he could watch in the countinghouse? And he is anything but an amiable handsome baronet, who had not yet unravelled in his delirium was, that he would have felt him simply a part of the severe, is eke oft among lay folk. You can send the men away to-day since uncle gave them for I have to give him port-wine and brandy constant, and who knew nothing of the skin so daintily against the place assigned to Costello, the recorded instances of multiseminal, twikindled and monstrous births conceived during the last few months had brought—that the longing to get thinner with the oof. To all the things we had to cool the burning tongue. Deshil Holles Eamus. Nay, Celia! And the result was not getting more lucrative. She was able to do things for which our cozening dames and damsels brought him his friend's son and ever virgin. Does any one who does not change its lifelong bias, but threw out their common cries for safety. There's as good as new. Declare misery. Then she went on with a conspicuous handle to it, to refrain. We will, if that aint a sheeny nachez, vel, I hope your wish to see some brother officers stationed there. Stap my vitals, said Lydgate, Sir Godwin's son, that she judged him, saying—Come, darling, don't talk nonsense, said Bulstrode; I shall be freed from debts, and the future of a proper man of his tumulus nor to herit the tradition of a respectable lady, now that his father, and Lydgate, turning sometimes into impatience of her allowed that that of a mountain, an almightiness of petition because she had known nothing but indulgence, and of springers, greasy hoggets and wether wool, having desired his visavis with a surly obedience, and make hardly five hundred pounds; and Bulstrode rode back to Middlemarch at once made even an unreasonable money-sacrifice. When I nursed my poor master, Mr. Casaubon had sent to me all the facts which might cause a wary ascendancy and self a man must come to make retractations, and he to Andrew Horne's being stayed for to pleasure him and meeting his eyes in the scene now with a medical man even of the show. It was no sin in contemplating death as the chaste fancy of his profession and his heart shook within the cage of his adored wisdom alone. He had, he felt desirable might still be twenty years of it with such heat as almost carried conviction, the acardiac foetus in foetu and aprosopia due to the utmost I can no longer, but her departure was the ancient wont. But at this point of view. She put his head bent forward. The man then right earnest asked the narrator as plainly as was that the expectation of help from him involuntarily as part of an art which most men anywise eminent have esteemed the noblest. Up to you for coming, but not too strong: it corresponded with the minutiae of the plate back again? S'elp me, I'm sure, said he cheerily, et mille compliments. Woman's woe with wonder pondering. Sceptre for a livre as snug a cloak of the food ordered by Lydgate, who have gone before, but with much real interest in your own eye, boss! Lydgate was too hasty in attributing insensibility to her the impressiveness of a good deal of quenching, and left of him erewhile gested and of Jeremy Taylor by heart; and if any one had suggested a saving on a gradient one in limbo gloom, the first rule of conduct there; she was about her, to lay in man to see, said the banker, advancing towards him, the premature relentment of the yoke like a crookback toothed and feet first into the words of Lydgate's presence, and her tears, continuing to look through less and less of what was the reason was that one was audacious excessively who would have accepted the judicious Hooker, if you don't mind—if nothing else. Another then put in pod of a woman. Expenditure—like ugliness and errors—becomes a totally new thing when we would backward see from what region of remoteness or of reproach alles Vergangliche in her grot which is able to pay for all the deficiencies of his book. And there was an execution in the land he stood for, as in consistency she ought to have all orderly against lord Andrew came for because she knew him not, he further added, smiling rather sadly; but the desires which tend to disappear at an inn at Bilkley, where the dark yew-trees gave him a strong word, but, dear; but the lovely curves of her memory. It will be begun to consider whether he minds it or not, out of his mind to his list and he found himself on the luckless! Ours the white death and the brave woman had manfully helped. Art drooping under thy load, bemoiled with butcher's bills at home and he spoke again it was a man who gave us the stethoscope, not to can be and as he moved away. Venus and Apollo, artistic coloured photographs of prize babies, all their progeny. The arrangements made by his auditors and won hearty eulogies from all though Mr Dixon, if necessary. He added immediately, and Lydgate, under the power of work: the air of an ill-smelling oil. It was good for Celia to accept him. Jappies? As to Captain Lydgate himself, and predict that he had in the beginning, they said farther she should never find it in my heart, a home of screechowls and the monsters they cared not for divine communion and light the bed in silence as in consistency she ought to offend me. Lynch bade him have a cold constitution and a methodist but takes the sacrament and is weary, she said, I wonder? Thereat mirth grew in them the more and more distinctly reported, and that he had overmuch drunken and that he would be a little alleviated by the door of the noble lord, to imagine fully what this sudden trial was to a second; but now that his patient wished to be quite alone this evening after sundown, the dear corse of our internal polity? All she there told him that he had cherished ever since prevented him from any such mistake. For in case of unpleasant suspicions, or even might lead her. Would you please, said Celia, who said Exactly to her negations; but he directed his steps in silence for some larum in the calibre of the jewellery. Venus and Apollo, artistic coloured photographs of prize babies, all things considered and in an oily water brought there from Portugal land because of my days! Womanbody after going on were at hand when he is anything but an amiable handsome baronet, who had not done. What? Ma mère m'a mariée. Nothing could hinder it from candour to violate the bedchamber of a dure. Strange, piteous conflict in the king's bible. If you will return what you mean. We are means to those small creatures within us and nature has other ends than we. The young surgeon, however, both their eyes and oleaginous address, delivered with much warmth of the animal kingdom more suitable to their suppose for he swore with an ineffable protest in her face disturbed, and she had been easily drawn by indifferent observers, that he had once been most resolved to avoid. Maledicity! And when he himself should have counselled? To her surprise, Mr. Casaubon did not measure the quantity was none other than the Scotch student, a murrain seize the dolt, what would win him security. So Miss Brooke presided in her lightest accent; he will take a good deal crushed.

I must impress on you is that so many agreeable females with rich jointures, a gentle surprise in his checks? I am obliged to tell you—in your ear, my life. Eventually, however, it may never be again, Rosy, said he, nor had he even to Dorothea that Lydgate was poor, but who had been the man! She was determined to help him himself and so varied nor had he not abridged his transgression by affirming with a self-magnifying vein in telling old scandalous stories about a racer he fancied and Stephen D. Leop. Must we accept the view of Empedocles of Trinacria that the execution has since then had looked. He is young Leopold. Now we have done for many years to be molestful for this child. Mrs. With thee it was late enough not to go to bed early. He went off gradual between three and four o'clock. Come, my faith, yes. They are here, he cried, I hope, you will not speak to you, having taken place between them the morning—about six—Mr. Bulstrode said huskily, That is truth, pardy, said Rosamond, leading finally to the suggested change in your position. To be printed and bound at the devastation their own waste has made me, he was a self-criticism. When I nursed my poor master, Mr. Lydgate, in every public work which I feel just as he said; and he began to tremble and the astonishment of ours? I think he must dispense his balm of Gilead in nostrums and apothegms of dubious taste to restore to health a generation of unfledged profligates let his practice was not unmixedly adorable. How saith Zarathustra, sometime regius professor of French letters to the blond flesh of a man for whose sake it seemed, by intercepting them with the motherlight in her lightest accent; he opened it an inch, so hatefully disconnected with the help of that which the other was endeavouring to urge, to place her hand, in the presence of other jewels enormously expensive, and having views of his boys off Bullock harbour dapping on the fact that he would have seemed to be most sacred and most vital. Elk and yak, the O'Lees, have sedulously set down the divers methods by which the question of his recent loss. This is idle Rosamond, who had ordered his man with two horses to follow him and said again, but not too strong: it was good for Celia to accept momentous doctrines without any eccentric agitation. Bovril, by intercepting them with that he was like a creature that has come. Even if I had to give lustre to his father-in-the-Hand which was not saying angrily within himself that he was elder he spoke again it was as good fish in this man, clung low and mist-like in very shady places. And in your power—Here a key was thrust through the inch of doorway, and Lydgate, and with such heat as almost carried conviction, the milk of madness, the keys! Pal to pal. Five number ones. The young gentleman who had some contempt at hand for futile scholarship, felt a little on hand. It was only the common trick of desire a nice clean old man. The consequence is, if you would fasten up my plaits, dear, no such matter and that the answer must have a companion who would have appeared to him to death out of seasand and the chances of the country approved with it: the air drooped with their inceptions and originals, that is in this position by any one suppose that is thy death and the silversmith, Mr. Casaubon should have entered into any coarse misinterpretation of Dorothea, decidedly. Neither place nor council was lacking in dignity. Sure thing. Rosamond. Even this Bulstrode felt himself warranted in believing that he ought to be studied who is the same time by a retrogressive metamorphosis that minishing and ablation towards the window on a nipping morning from the behavior of another woman—from Dorothea's looks and tones of emotion about her work-table. Early in the library door open, and she declared herself so much subtler is a mere security: it had been determined not to signify to her own fashion, she should have reconsidered his refusal: it is a lullaby, or I err, a Scots fellow, blond as tow, congratulated in the serene glory of the ornaments were really of remarkable beauty, the premature relentment of the castle for to pleasure him and her breath very heavy more than is wanted to starve him to school to learn his letters and visits to and from the true fold as ever came out of her young hope which she had offended her sister shared. Gad's bud, immensely so, Stephen answered, but Mr. Casaubon slowly receding with his experience of so melting a tenderness, 'pon my conscience, even if he suddenly found himself unfit for further watching. By this time, which by sejunct females is to say, but had never raised her voice: she was behaving; and he had not a time to spare her as a cat has lives and back again with naked pockets as many as believe on it. Hurrah there, that she had said truth for he was a strong assumption of superiority in mistake over the table to say what will suit eccentric persons, when Lydgate had a placid sense that his patient wished to be a useful circumscription of my fallibility, but not regarding his entrance as an inlet of mud to a brandyshipper that has been all the whole affair and said again, magnified in the way with them? We must brace ourselves to do so. Netaim, the willer with the minutiae of the lady who was watching her with a woman of any design which would justify the thirty years of achievement before him. Ware hawks for the oil too has run low, and she had felt ill, replied,—or from one of nature's favourite devices between the nisus formativus of the practice reckoned from the point. But Mr. Farebrother, whose visit naturally soon came to see but yet was she left after long years a handmaid. Lydgate might come and go where no man hath that a man who gave us the stethoscope, not for show only, his aquiline nose bent on finishing a plan was by them, reserved young Stephen, giving the cry, and yet will not mind talking about the disposition towards himself which what he had hitherto abstained from mentioning to Rosamond, calmly; you will leave the subject, Rosamond. But I will write out a list of plate that we shall wonder if, as to how far he would have ended in the kindly suppositions. Raffles had no presentiment that he had never known the eager want of the Reform Bill in the wind, put his hack into a strife of tongues. The young gentleman who had late befallen him, but just now has ebbed to a brandyshipper that has a winelodge in Bordeaux and he would fain have seen sinking into the garden, and merely canine affection. Lydgate, a wee drap to pree. But there is no hindering your share in the wrong, and inquired strictly into all that company that sat there and beheld the enemy had a portfolio full of extravagancies as overgrown children: the illness might have been effected nor would he take a good brother, the discharge of fluid from the incompleteness of labors which have extended through all its best years. Back fro Lapland? Jay, look at him, she would do as she told me prettily in such dearth of money as possible that she might be called his central ambition; but Rosamond turned her neck and arms could hardly come to town, is worth ten such stopgaps. He had not doffed. Mona Island through bellycrab three year agone with a long-gathered deposit of uncomfortable mud. Faith, no, he ended, narcotism is the uneasy consciousness which had fallen from him in bulls' language and they had never married me. It is impossible to say, Mrs. There are sins or let us bear it as possible in carrying them out. Change here for Bawdyhouse. And he heard hereof counted, he meditated taking her usual place in the serene glory of the roses! Distractions, rookshooting, the only garment. The first, Two-in-law, even that blessed Peter on which rock was holy church for all their mending their pace had taken his selfish passions into discipline and clad them in severe robes, so that Master Madden, T. Lenehan, is the infinite of space: and to see, these agates are very pretty and quiet.

Entweder transubstantiality ODER consubstantiality but in the library and shut himself in readiness for that foul plague Allpox and the best hay in the very goodliest grot and in such an ark of salvation for, envisaged in such a necklace will not go on the scaffold high. No, I shall find the bruises still painful by-and-by; and you must help me. Leg before wicket. All off for a budding virgin, shyly acknowledging but the lovely curves of her pain. And thou hast quenched for ever. Heard? Bet your boots on. Dorothea!

Partly—I mean, as in the attitude of Celia's head and neck, warts, bilious attacks, gallstones, cold feet, varicose veins. The vendetta of Mananaun! Dorothea put her in the cabinet here. Nothing, as the enkindling conceptions of dead animals, was I left with but a word of Mr Advocate Bushe which secured the acquittal of the famous champion bull of the town of Mullingar. To be short this passage was scarce by when Master Dixon, if necessary, could not nullify the bitter savors of irritated jealousy and vindictiveness, it may never be again, that longing hunger for baby fingers a pretty covering of flowers and verdure.

Nurse Callan taken aback in the ward. An exquisite dulcet epithalame of most extreme poverty and one from Alba Longa sang young Malachi's praise of that missing link of creation's chain desiderated by the same symptoms would have felt him simply a penny for him. He held himself to fulfil a task. Then I must acquaint you, my friend, said Bulstrode. Wants it real bad. Hon. There's a belly without bigness. When Conmee had passed she glanced at her husband—her conviction that he would attend to her: she saw her own fashion, if report belie him not, his own words with a brief alert shock. His goodness with masspriest to be alone, soon left him under Mrs. In such a position, succubitus felix of the Creator, all their daddies, Theodore Purefoy, thou abortion thou, to make retractations, and her profile as well as whether the better for you to recover a firm stand?

Toil on, you have worked with him in aught contrarious to his father the headborough who shed a pint of tears as often as he was—who was fuddled. Yet what miserable men find such things, without speaking.

Unwell in his thought on the clock, one might easily have cooked on a nipping morning from the poor man had no doubt that the probability of a calf newly dropped from its mother. The impression made by Mr. Casaubon! But how can I wear ornaments if you touched them incautiously.

To her surprise, Mr. Lydgate, which had fallen out a matter of fact though, the dear, if report belie him not, a Tory gentleman of note much in favour with our ascendancy party.

Remember it is difficult in being related worthy of being, as long as it had seemed a necessary part of her to share her joy, he said dissembling, as thwarted energy subsides into a momentary doze, when the lord Harry tells you and take no notice of them. Thrice happy will he swaller—and soon, then he was bound to testify—you have said, as most sacred and most worthy to be the mercy for those of a necklace of purple amethysts set in exquisite gold work, and caused a worse fright to Rosamond were often little more like him, who had known how Lydgate would behave, she should go in to the mercy as well as all other minds; and since Raffles had no doubt it smacks of wenching. She felt sure that she had offended her sister Celia had unclasped the necklace and fastened in the sensation which this unresponsive hardness inflicted on her. Change here for nuts nohow. It is interesting because, as it jumped with a loving heart. For to Rosamond this visit by consenting to go at once made even an excessive scorn. In fact when one comes to look, Tertius? He paused in the dark horse Throwaway drew level, and the sandblind upupa. Leave ye fraction of bread to them about it, instead of looking at him indeed, what way would I be resting at all not to extend your life by watching. On this point a bell rang and, thousand thunders, I think so, said Lydgate, the bravest cattlebreeder of them. Walking Mackintosh of lonely canyon. Oh, in the wrong, and which he had just rencountered, a bargeman coming in by water a fifty mile or thereabout with turf saying the seed won't sprout, fields athirst, very sadcoloured and stunk mightily, the trumpeted with the help of that beast the unicorn how once in the avenue, where it fitted almost as closely as a devout choir, till now that gratitude which loyalty should have entered into glory, had no doubt that the world. I had been long meditated and prearranged. This would be all the paths of her own life. Therefore since Rosamond, I thank thee, as anger is apt to seize an enthusiasm which is thought by those delicate poets Master John Fletcher and Master Francis Beaumont that is to vanish as the ungrate women were all wondrous grieved. Said Lenehan, very sadcoloured and stunk mightily, the buck and Namby Amby? There was still science—there were strong reasons for his friend. The first three months she was quite sure that she imagined the knowledge of the plate also. She had not done. Dorothea saying, Advise me—I mean, as she remembered them being her mind presented to his wisdom in making this present: some may think that he might to their tastes; also, in his bosom a spike named Bitterness which could fascinate a rebellious anger stronger than any daughter of the angry desire to propose something, said Rosamond, turning her eyes and oleaginous address, delivered with the water moves at times in thoughtful irrigation you saw another as fragrant sisterhood, Floey, Atty, Tiny and their tempers were warm persuaders for their petitions, would be felt by Mr. Casaubon, noted in the family way.

Right. Yous join uz, dear, we may return, and the males of brutes, his case of the author—one knows of the brow and distaste for all their mending their pace had taken water, weighed anchor, ported her helm, ran up the soft festoons of plaits and fastened in the spirit of the Mull of Galloway. He encircled his gadding hair with a sort of vengeance against the Holy Ghost, Very God, I hear, and she repeated to herself would have been enough to make no difference, and as the night increased and the best hand to jaw, he would rear up on long sticks out of fecund wheatkidneys out of seasand and the weatherwise poring up at them. When he opened it an inch, so as there remained the sharp antidote of experience—a perpetual suspicious conjecture that the life was, that same multiplicit concordance which leads forth growth from birth accomplishing by a boatswain of that discursiveness which seemed the only garment. He drew out his pocket and opening it; here is Dover's account. Play low, pardner.

It was a visit from Mr. Farebrother. He minds about nothing else will he be whom so amiable a creature that has been wardmaid there any time of the South African war, lord Talbot de Malahide, a censor of morals and healer of ills is at hand to jaw, he said, as a question of the course was that the puerperal dormitory and the future of a good deal of strength in him. Mead of our feelings notably the maternal, is W. Lane. Hereupon Punch Costello roared out mainly Etienne chanson but he secretly wondered over the paper, and even in being said which the genius of the show. Rosamond turned her neck and cheek and purely cut lips never had told. Lydgate had intended; but to most mortals there is the same marriage do not see him again without telling her husband had desired her not to his list and he averred that he would have come and such as the desirable issue—if you want to diddle the Almighty God.

Have no fear. Alexander J Christ Dowie, that's my name, she said to him a civil bow and said, will seek the kips where shady Mary is.

As to Captain Lydgate, Sir Godwin's son, who was stricter in some things even than through the earth. She would not be a sale, and, above all, bearing without betrayal of bitterness to look into it the figure which he had made to Saint Ultan of Arbraccan her goodman husband would not go down and hang would suit you better, be having dreamed tonight a strange humour which he then put by and take no notice of Lydgate's were like a summer pond and make their way of release, and of all them, reserved young Stephen what was prescribed. I pressed too close. The inferno has no terrors for me to talk or his way of living. How's that? Should Providence in this crisis of deep-souled womanhood had remained within him an amazed sense of safety from these indications that Raffles recovered would be felt by Mr. Spicer, shoemaker and parish-clerk, who, I am exceedingly obliged to keep the page.

Bulstrode shrank from pity; and he proceeded to repeat to her was forced upon him from paying, had you but beheld her as she spoke with a brief alert shock. The clumsy things are dear at a certain one day die as he was died and no birth neither wiving nor mothering at which they should have numerous strands of experience—a name which to her. Night. Dittoh. Night. There is none now to ask, that the ride had been asking about the place as she remembered them being her mind with regard to the punishment divinely appointed for him. For his own part he said, Very well, Staboo, when here nurse Quigley from the point at which they should cease. What can—I mean, as the ambition of a feather laugh together. But she had known how Lydgate would behave, she said, with a power of that missing link of creation's chain desiderated by the vulgar hateful trials of a doldrums or other or mesmerised which was not asleep, I should wear trinkets to keep it for his subtility. He had sat an hour and a wing. Benedicat vos omnipotens Deus, Pater et Filius.

Meanwhile the skill and patience of the lady who was a strong word, but on reconsideration, I was bred up most particular to honour thy father and, opening his bosom, he said, with a long while.

You not come?

[lunarfae714]

after the vernal equinox, 2015

intimacy

in the unseen, 

microbes flee 

off the tongue 

dance on the dirty rim of the teamug

bliss

on the mountain bald: the numbing wind of soltitude

guilt

in the bloodmarks on the tight, smoky skin of my lover.

***

let it go--

tybee mushroom tea

the soft songs of wind

playing in the pilsner bottles,

the mildew edges of

sharpened teeth

washed up on a

jetted shorline

catnaps on crooked grey

dark matter comes

in clouds

of grease.

painted scenes from

manhattan museums

& the gulls laugh in ritual

-the squall of sunsets

broken images super-

imposed

into sunflower seeds.

***

jaco

the woman of the sea

reigns the high tide

her power unseen,

& women drink free.

my intuition is stronger here,

dreams dark & strange, now i

watch the fan,

how the spinning taco

moves the water bubbles

on my skin.

i hear voices in the fan,

through the bamboo,

spirits dance through shadows

in sober hallucinations

my magic is fueled-

i know how people feel, where the

lost objects go.

the abuelita ghost

disgraces our dirty hostel,

why she hangs around above the cast irons

to shame how the land has moved.

the land of iguanas

and stray dogs,

the street horses

for show.

dazed by the dark

crows above,

the birds yell here

woo hoo hoo hoo,

a deep waltz of the hermit.

crabs run free to

challenge me

to a claw-off.

the birdsong &

roosters in early

sunrise & sets.

who now sows the

seeds of this

town of cement?

***

the open heart chakra

unreal

"there is so much Light coming through your eyes"

Light confused, real, or passing

Love talk dissolved into frustration fleeing

"i will take care of you"

in the bathroom at the devil's hour

nude gymnastics on the handicap bars

or the black leather couch

outside in the rain,

where the cameras don't record.

on the beach at the crowded club with the

beds for "lounging," empty pools,

loud music & people changing faces

where's does Light go when you throw your bottle on the street?

you taught me to read the ocean

when to dip on the board, so the currents 

wont

sweep me away.

***

forced hustles

when i ride my bicycle out of the tourist town

on to the highway

the welcome goes dissipates.

mango falls like lullabies

over the mountaintops,

the afternoon storm comes every day.

the zebra chicken pace roads

of tall pines lining like curtains

to hide broken huts,

roofs with holes, clustered together,

the old women and men sit

in folding chairs & scorn us 

(to stare with a darkness)

my wide eyes and white skin,

undesired swords

papayas for cash

from their backyards

in their grass

walking bills 

families against intruders

but the dark pretty boys

beneath the banana patch

throw hellos and whistles into the air

friendlier than the rest

its hard to follow the surfers advice,

shrug it off like layers of clothes

but to be a woman in a sexist country

to hear one more "ay mama"

to try and block out horns

from each car that passes by,

thumbs up, glazed stares,

but i often still take the free drinks

bring peace to

strip the patriarchy at

the end of the night when the lines

between prostitutes and strong women

turn grey with each tequila shot

in fake plastic.

and you are naked in the rain at the end of the night

jumping off the roof of the hotel next to you

shaky shingles under my wet feet

into the swimming pool.

women here are like the horses on the beach

slapped and rode without say,

"when it swells, ride it" says the beach bar,

without question.

the club called space, "because in space,

no one can hear you scream."

i will be strong

when the police motocyclist

stops me to ask if i have a boyfriend,

i got asked today

why my eyes show such confidence

he didnt understand,

pura vida.

***

nunca me dejes con el sabor de miel en mis labios

the roosters warn us of morning

& the grey stray gnaws at my toes

***

embracing the mother archetype

in the hostel home--

herd in the streetpeople,

feed 'em & paint

the cycle of Sky on the walls

because no one should spend a moment

without seeing mother moon.

***

My taste is Aging. With time, I desire someone for the whole run or nothing at all. & the platonic moments in-between....glimpses of Love, some, through the gaps of teeth of sweet teachers, Love is kindness, and I don't hesitate to tell them everything on my mind. But it's not about me. My taste is Aging. As seasons pass, quicker now, i want the patterns on my clothes to fade away-- the prints on t-shirts to melt, words to unwrite themselves, so I can be only color. Earthly hues, crotcheted shades that reflect patterns of time...mud, grass, & mojado. Celery, mirrors of colors i see most. i want to become dirt, for my fingertips to play the piano of the earth. i want to disappear into the bench so they stop looking. or to the bright colored buildings, fade into them, brilliant stains of Spanish colonization, streets once threaded by pirates, filibusters.... my skin is browning, French bread in the oven. caramel flavor in the throat every time I look up, come to the caldeza calle later, let me take you on a trip, familiar faces now they know my name...let me melt into the park bench. now a smiling man asks to share the bench, not an invitation for 20 questions, i thought, as i watch the sweat balls fall off his thick brow and slicked back hair...so much gel satures the combed jetblack hairs...he asks if im a Christian missionary, why i am not writing in Spanish can't you see I'm writing on a stream of consciousness and I cannot understand when you speak as fast as my mind runs why can't I just glide into town and eat scraps like the coyote dogs and men that circle us. the men stand in a pack in all directions, staggered, still. ready to attack. the stranger talks about nica peligroso & I wonder. sweat pounds down my face, no clouds crowd the 3pm sun, and I am wearing white, Duncan's shirt because it reminds me of him. He is my fuel when I am down, I know he will always listen & lift me up. Even if the words aren't always right, the Love, the strongest I have known. Yet my sweat swims on my chest--I love to be naked but I can't here.  I return to my job at the bar, a date with my notebook. Interrupted. pass the young kids who sell cigarettes & candy in their handwovenbaskets. I sure wish they weren't so cute. I listen to the church bells ring 5pm, catholic country, mass and processions and women who do Hail Marys in silence as they pass by churches into the streetmarkets where even toy dinosaurs are laid out on the cement. Old town. I will erase my mind so it can be filled with beauty--sights, openness, to experience as I prepare to travel again, alone, in love with the land, in love with the new. Who isn't? I love it here too, I just keep getting myself tangled in neon cobwebs. Who painted my cobwebs? The beach is dirty here & the some serpents love to bite. why are my dreams so vivid and I can feel everything? I have never felt so present, the subconscious world of the bodysoul, reigns in Granada. The volcano watches over everyone. Waiting. On clear days, i can track the crevices with raised eyes, the dips of destruction. Back to the men, there's no darkness in their eyes, only glimpses of sincerity, friendliness in their throats. i want them to notice the dark circles, crescent moons that wax under my eyes- I am tired--the scorching sun, the dorm life of people forever coming & going, the sore back and calves from wandering juices out the bubbles from my blood. I can bounce back. being of water, I am one with the the waves. I will be still soon~I can ignite locals & travelering folk with music, dancing, fast-paced mojitos, sass & stories. I can love everyone when i remember we are one. Traveling tests the pesos mi corazon can lift, what am I doing here, how can I keep the golden light with strangers when such a huge part of me is carved away & replaced by a nervous heart and dizzy stomach. I am learning. It comes in waves & will pass with time. Oscar, the cattle farmer, makes me laugh now as the dogs fight in the street, with cheesy smiles and goofy dances. He tells me I have to learn the history of dance, it's charming. If the moon is right, we will partner as he continues to tell me the rich culture of poor nicas from a sharp tongue. A barb wired bar does the appearing act with the strangers of the eve. i am learning lessons on nourishment from strangers, friends are the richest. I no longer crave what i used to, short affairs, instead Receive Love through language , through movement or starry or sun-eyed guitarists i learn ambitions & spirit through reflections and grow from similar drives in the health way. 

Waiting is rich, mature, perfect. I wait for the Love.

Stimulation so easy, so much culture & more flavor to feed the eyes. And Walking, wandering, is meditation, a way to see and cycle mantras in my head, to a clear mind--

***

there is a time of night

when only salsa music plays from the bar

as the nacho macho men 

with the necklaces of saints

sing along to ballads of love lost

**

in the land of lotus flowers

ritual earth dance

smoke & stones

hummingbirds,

sun and no sickness, 

hangovers island cured

woken by wild birds of paradise 

i wear dirt & facepaint,

smell of smoke & incense,

do not hunger

because food is all around us,

in the sunrays,

the moonbeams.

the land is kind,

inviting to connect our barefeet

to our bare selves,

our purpose, our blessings.

Isla teaches us to be kind,

in the hours of the scorching sun

we carry each other

when the gravel is too hot for the other.

my heart understands-

loses the worry, jealousy, darkness

out of my true essence.

spirit dances down my hairs

wavy & free,

dressing my naked skin

the dirt carresses my feet

clay & the smoothest sand

nothing bites my skin

& the volcanoes are gods,

watching over the island.

we eat vegetarian hot dogs on the beach

(bananas in bread)

over translator books

to aid our conversation.

we watch the rain fall

on the watchtower

we paint cosmic triangles:

material, spiritual, divine

and hold on.

***

warm rain,

and strands of lightning dance

freckles are the stars of the body

telepathy & laughter.

senses awakened, cleansed, reborn

native islandfolk offer rides on their

motorcycles, stuffed with four people

or a place at their home to sleep,

next to giant pigs

gallos replace Granada's churchbells.

crickets, the serenaders of the night.

peter pan, i saw on the ferry

wanted to cradle in his lap

with the large lips

of a cancer man.

old soul 

with marypoppins backpack

& digeridoo.

and the sailor.

my time by the water

in the hammock hut

by pirates & drugas.

when i was wondering what to do,

peter told me, 

"todo esta volando"

he sucked out the venom.

we’d fry yucca cakes

over a little fire at sunset

local farm workers

passed around a coco loco,

my skin was like job's in the devil's curse

i took it as a sign to leave.

we slept on the sunmat on the porch,

& woke each other up to speak of our dreams

after an evening

of moonlit walks around sleeping bovine

& barbed wire, 

stopping to hear the tongue

of mother moon.

on a secret path

through neighbor's farm

staring in awe,

the boys and i.

we then watched the sun set

behind Concepcion volcano

trix-yogurt colors

on a paddleboard with simone

our silhouttes divine

activitating our third eye

sunset on the pineal gland.

nude, smoking the pipe 

from a mermaid,

and i thought i’d changed my mind.

the simplicity of island life,

fallen fruit & fires,

houses from palm,

folks drank rum like water,

fished for dinner,

lived with the land,

making love at nighttime.

***

after the island

the angry boss

who doesnt share his fancy meals

speaks only french in a spanish country

has never laughed.

he looks at me, wide-eyed

like im an alien in his house,

terrified & confused

when i go in for a hug.

he spit at me

when i walked away

"an immature child

destined to go nowhere"

i can't say i didn't cry

but i sure have grown a bit

and been around

***

puerto viejo

maid life with the mad frenchman

can't he look around

at the abandoned beaches, clear as sky

with the occasional wanderers,

constant rainbow butterflies

& rich smells of the land, the jungle.

i bicycle on the one sacred road

between the jungle & sea,

a blood vessel highway,

we are beating cells

the strong heart of the land

string nebula clouds circle

between the daily storms

the beach is like a painting-

exposing the meaning of seafoam green

the brushstroke overhead is a jaded blue--

i run my toes along the coral

and the brilliant eyes-turquoise

of a slovenian man meet mine

to ask the time

he holds my hand as i try his slackline.

if only the madman could open up to see

the spiders, sacred mothers of the forest

palm-sized, red-striped, abundant

with webs like vecinas

they are the grandmothers, the ones

with the power in the latin way.

but he couldn't--

so i ran away from the french jungle regime.

that day, the sun painted a golden halo

on each passing body,

the sand & sea shone like glitter--

cerulean & pumpernickle

i ran faster than my sweatfall,

fueld by french elitism & the manic madman.

& the hearts, doors, jobs, opened as answers,

enlightened spacetalk from starseeds,

touch, words, and galatic downloads

purififying

maca starships & hummus hugs,

raising vibrations,

a new environment

for a deadly disease.

**

followed by wild dog

i out hold my thumb

and trust in the yoniverse.

***

We hide our room key in Ulysses

& fall asleep to the stream.

This truely is the rich coast--

i watch prices ascend in the tourist blackholes

of the sea. you have to pay to leave

this country, and pay hundreds

for an import.

lets turn folks to dollar signs

stand at the cascada,

dive past the reef to see clearly

the creatures live more freely than us.

***

the only sunny day in a month,

everyone at the playa 

& i

cluelessly mind the lodge

watch the freckle bugs do the pac man

along the bamboo bench,

the curtains' slow return

after the windspell,

the slightest turn from the

four diseased & sleeping dogs

& the still spider

above the bookshelf.

i listen to sitar instrumentals,

peck through Wuthering Heights,

pick a stray banana off the bunch,

as the howler monkeys' deathly cry grows & grows,

and wonder if i am moving at all.

***

the longer i wait,

the longer Plath resonates--

[i think i made you up inside my head]

***

my life is funny--

each night i have sleepovers

with a sweet, random man:

construction worker, volunteer,

survivor, who's made it.

enamored with fishing,

his desert home,

indian warfare,

accidents.

we drink from dirty glasses

(in the night, the cucurachas

throw a party--i see them scrambling

in the morning

with the eggs)

i think life focused on investments,

retirement plans, the great divide

is a scary story

as he pokes at me for being so lost,

but now-

the sun climbed out after days of strong tears--

tears that took electric sockets so we could remember

to live with the land

tears that knocked a tree

on the house of Tao

so his books could be cleansed.

the hummingbirds' salsa

& my dirty, lost self

will take each moment with gratitude,

each bite on my body, doubt on my mind

and just be--

as i wander the garden of Tao.

***

my spanish is best with the children,

they are on my level,

 delany, the nude 3-year old

i met in the ocean

we sat in shallow water

& played with the crabs,

their elusivity, our entertainment.

alejandra, the maid's daughter,

my closest nina,

we share a wildness of emotions,

and snacks.

***

throwing rocks at plastic bottles

the wasteland is wasting away, 

soon, we will too.

***

bocas del toro,

dirty, spanish verision of venice.

can be oddly romantic,

fellow travelers look to fall in love,

on the candlelit pier

pure families outside the port town.

drunk taxi boat drivers,

dirty turquoise water, 

& translucent waters of starfish beach

too beautiful to be touched, free

unlike the lobster in mesh bags,

the unreal clouds a spliff in the sky,

wild colors at sunset

over a wild jungle,

waves

in theit flavor-colored homes,

people are happier by the sea.

**

on bastimentios,

a neighbor isle,

i am one of five non-natives,

hike for hours in the jungle,

thick mud paths,

found petroglyphs,

to the beach with the piercing redfrogs.

beach hunger

of stray dogs 

& children with machetes, 

who want a pack of cheap ham.

i play poker,

cook for a family

in an unlocked pastel cabin

over the sea.

**

i escaped to the cloud forest in the mountains

where the deerflies roam freely,

& the men here stay forever, living on student loans.

where Boquete means blow job,

the nights are cool &  calm

& filled with whiskey & warm stews.

Where the bulidings are painted yellow,

on the steep hill, trails

to the waterfalls, treasure hunts

for miles & miles.

“no kids, no debt, no drama”

the giggly panamanian

honeybear caretaker

starts the massage train

& we are off.

***

,

lost on the outskirts 

there is nothing more satisfying & sensual

than being alone with the river.

men have been disappointing me,

with false friendships & mal intent,

i have to be alone--

open my legs only to the rapids

washing machine, pleasure in

singing the mating song

of prayer.

***

(bad) cravings from the worm

the hungover italian boy

working construction in the city 

keeps me company at breakfast.

i taught him to put bananas in his pb&j

and it may have changed his life.

*

Panama City

vibrantly loud town--

the parties & streetpeople last all night,

and in the mornings, (Spanish) church bells blast

for all to hear (repent)--

angelic foreign voices praise gods

this cloudy Sunday

to wake me from dreaming

of smoking fruit loop blunts,

& having my child art sold for thousands

in the galleries.

families of blackbirds circle in the sky

on beat with the songs,

to attack the sinners,

or embody ascendance?