#lord falmouth

[oscarwetnwilde]

Happy 66th birthday James Wilby.

[ltwilliammowett]

Memorial Brooch to Rear Admiral McKerlie, Died 12th Septr 1848. Aged 74 years, 1848

Rear Admiral John McKerlie (1774-1848) entered the Royal Navy as a volunteer in April 1794 having been at sea in the Atlantic and Baltic merchant service from a young age. Rated Able Seaman, he was sent from the receiving ship Royal William to join the elite frigate force based at Falmouth that cruised the Channel countering the activities of French commerce raiders. McKerlie was assigned to the frigate Arethusa (38) commanded by one of the most successful frigate captains of the day, Captain Sir Edward Pellew. 

In early 1795 McKerlie followed Pellew into the 44-gun heavy frigate Indefatigable with the rate of Quarter-Gunner. Owing to a sound Scottish education and his knowledge of the sea McKerlie was soon acting as Indefatigable’s schoolmaster instructing the other eighteen ‘young gentleman’ of the gunroom in the specifics of their profession, having himself been appointed a midshipman.  Throughout 1795 and 1796 he participated in the capture of the numerous French prizes which brought further fame and glory to Sir Edward Pellew. It was however early the next year that Indefatigable fought what is generally regarded as one of the boldest frigate actions of the French Revolutionary War.

On the dark and stormy night of 13 January 1797 the French 74 Droits de l’Homme was sighted off the Brittany coast. Pellew, recognizing that he was heavily outclassed, saw that the waves prevented his opponent from opening the lower gun ports and that the severe weather had caused the loss of the enemy’s topmasts. Seizing the initiative, Indefatigable closed followed by the frigate Amazon and raked the French ship of the line at every opportunity. The enemy replied with 4,000 canon balls over the next few hours until finally driven in to Audierne Bay irreparably damaged by British gunfire and the unabated gale. The sight of distant breakers however threatened the destruction of all three ships. Indefatigable, though with masts damaged and with four feet of water in her hold, alone just had time to alter course and escape.

For Pellew the action was a triumph, Lord Spencer at the Admiralty acknowledging that for two frigates to destroy a ship of the line was ‘an exploit which has not I believe ever before graced our naval Annals’. For McKerlie the action was a trauma, costing him his right arm and a severe wound to the thigh. McKerlie's sacrifice was deeply felt Sir Edward Pellew whom he followed to his subsequent command, the mutinous ship of the line Impetueux. While serving aboard the Impetueux, McKerlie participated in numerous boat actions during the Quiberon expedition in 1800, and was present during the planning of a proposed attack on Belleisle. Marshall’s Royal Naval Biography relates how McKerlie ‘…not having heard how he was to be employed, went up to Sir Edward, interrupted him in a conversation with Major-General Maitland, and asking what part he was to act in the event of a debarkation taking place? The answer was “McKerlie you have lost one hand already, and if you loose the other you will not have anything to wipe your backside with; you will remain on board with the first lieutenant and fight the ship as she is to engage an 8-gun battery.”’

The loss of an arm did little to impede McKerlie’s career. He was regarded as a talented surveyor and draftsman, working at onetime with the celebrated civil engineer Thomas Telford. He was also considered a first class shot. He received his lieutenant’s commission in 1804 and served in H.M.S. Spartiate at the Battle of Trafalgar on 21 October 1805. He was present in the capture of Flushing and the Walcheren expedition, and commanded a squadron of ships stationed off Heligoland; oversaw the defence and retreat from Cuxhaven; and was responsible for destroying enemy shipping on the Braak. 

Unable to get a command after 1813, McKerlie returned to his native Galloway where he married, Harriet, daughter of James Stewart of Cairnsmuir, had one daughter, Lillias (1821-1915), to either or both of whom the present brooch no doubt belonged. In a post service career McKerlie served as a local magistrate and operated commercial vessels from the port of Garlieston. After almost twenty years ashore, he made an unlikely returned to the Royal Navy as captain of the experimental frigate Vernon between 1834 and 1837. He was awarded a Pension for Wounds on 8 May 1816.

Despite the ever growing kudos that was accorded to Trafalgar veterans in the early  Victorian age, it is perhaps with greater pride that Admiral McKerlie recalled his service under Pellew (or Lord Exmouth, as he became); and in 1847 was one of only eight surviving veterans who had lived long enough to apply for the Naval General Service Medal with a clasp for the Droits de L’Homme engagement.  The following year, in 1848, he died at Corvisel House, Newton Stewart, at the age of seventy-three.

[empirearchives]

Costumes of Napoleonic figures at the Devonshire House Ball of 1897

1. Aileen May (née Wyndham-Quin), Countess of Meath as Hortense de Beauharnais, Queen of Holland

2. Princess of Löwenstein-Wertheim-Rosenberg (née Countess Josephine Kinsky) as Princess Pauline Bonaparte Borghese

3. Thérèse (née Kinsky), Countess Clary-Aldringen as Caroline Bonaparte Murat, Queen of Naples

4. Florence Anne (née Cole), Lady Delamere as Hortense de Beauharnais

5. Sir Charles Edward Cradock-Hartopp, 5th Bt as Napoleon I; Millicent Florence Eleanor (née Wilson), Lady Cradock-Hartopp (later Countess Cowley and Mrs Duberly) as the Empress Josephine

6. Lord Arthur Vincent Hay; William George Montagu Hay, 11th Marquess of Tweeddale; Candida Louise, Marchioness of Tweeddale as the Empress Josephine

7. Kathleen (née Douglas-Pennant), Viscountess Falmouth as Madame Recamier

8. Maria Henrietta Sophia Chaine (née Phipps) as Madame Sans Gêne

9. Henry Chaplin, 1st Viscount Chaplin as Marshal Lefevre

10. Catherine Dorothea Mary Grosvenor (née Simeon) as Marie Louise

[world-of-wales]

─ •✧ CATHERINE'S YEAR IN REVIEW : FEBRUARY ✧• ─

1 FEBRUARY - Catherine appeared in a video for Shaping Us Campaign.

2 FEBRUARY - Catherine appeared in a video with Roman Kemp as part of the Shaping Us Campaign.

4 FEBRUARY - Kensington Palace released a childhood photo of Catherine with Michael Middleton for the Shaping Us Campaign.

5 FEBRUARY - She visited St. John's Primary School to mark the start of Children's Mental Health Week 2023.

8 FEBRUARY - Catherine was received by His Majesty's Lord-Lieutenant of Derbyshire (Mrs. Elizabeth Fothergill) as she visited Landau Forte College along with Captain Harpreet Chandi.

9 FEBRUARY - Catherine and William were received by His Majesty's Lord-Lieutenant of Cornwall (Colonel Edward Bolitho) at the National Maritime Museum Falmouth in Discovery Quay. Afterwards, they visited the Dracaena Centre.

19 FEBRUARY - Catherine and William attended the British Academy Film Awards at the Royal Festival Hall where and were received by His Majesty's Lord-Lieutenant of Greater London (Sir Kenneth Olisa).

21 FEBRUARY - She was received by His Majesty's Lord-Lieutenant of the Royal County of Berkshire (Mr. James Puxley) at the Oxford House Nursing Home in Slough.

22 FEBRUARY - Catherine held an Early Years Meeting.

23 FEBRUARY - Catherine received Mr. Ian Hewitt (Chairman, AELTCC ) at Windsor Castle. Subsequently, she received Major General Christopher Ghika and Lieutenant Colonel James Aldridge (Regimental Lieutenant Colonel & Commanding Officer) of the Irish Guards.

25 FEBRUARY - Catherine and William met the volunteers and staff of the Welsh Rugby Charitable Trust and attended the Six Nations Rugby Match between Wales and England at the Principality Stadium in Cardiff. They were received by His Majesty's Lord-Lieutenant of South Glamorgan (Mrs. Morfudd Meredith).

28 FEBRUARY - Catherine and William were received by His Majesty's Lord-Lieutenant of West Glamorgan (Mrs. Louise Fleet) at Brynawel House Alcohol and Drug Rehabilitation Centre in Pontyclun. Afterwards, they visited Aberavon Celtic Leisure Centre, where His Majesty's Lord-Lieutenant of Mid Glamorgan (Mr. Peter Vaughan) received them. Subsequently, they were received by His Majesty's Lord-Lieutenant of Dyfed (Miss Sara Edwards) as they opened the new patient room at Wales Air Ambulance in Dafen.

[wessexroyalfamily]

{Location: Fogmorre Castle, Avon County, Kingdom of Wessex}

Head Mover: We should have everything moved into their proper rooms before your family arrives, ma'am.

Queen Anne II of Wessex: And Christian says that he couldn't find his back brace this morning. If you could have someone find the box that it's in and bring it into our dressing room. that would be most appreciated.

Head Mover: Not a problem, I'll get someone to check the list now to see where it is.

Anne II: I say. I’m impressed how quickly you’ve moved all of our belongings from Claremont House into Fogmorre Castle.

Head Mover: Thank you ma’am, my staff has been preparing for the move for awhile now. Though…

Head Mover: …(continued) and if I may ask ma'am, we were originally told to prepare two rooms for The Crown Prince and The Crown Princess. That is one for both of them and one for Prince Richard.

Anne II: (uncomfortable) Yes well.

Head Mover: But talking to the Crown Prince's team it sounds like their Royal Highnesses would prefer separate rooms.

Anne: … Yes, very well. Prepare the Tower Suite for William, it's already furnished nicely, and shouldn't need too much.

Staff: And Margaret, ma'am?

Anne II: Move any boxes or furniture from Claremont House marked B into the Double Suite for Margaret and Richard. We can move it after the weekend after All Saints Day.

Prince Arthur, The Earl of Falmouth: (off screen) There you are, your staff told me you were looking for me.

Anne II: Yes, its been a busy morning. I've been meaning to pop by.

Prince Arthur: No need for apologies, I can imagine everyone around here is keeping you on your toes (chuckles).

Anne II: I'm sure you heard about old Lord Poole.

Prince Arthur: It's such a shame having an old friend pass away. I figured you'd want someone from the family to represent you at the funeral? I'd of course be willing.

Anne II: That's very thoughtful. But I wanted to talk to you about the Order of the Royal Chrysanthemum. With his death a new spot has opened up, and since you are the Grand Master of the order, I'd figure I would talk to you first.

Prince Arthur: ...yes well. There are a few strong candidates in the National Council that are Peers. Though inducting someone involved in the sciences or Cancer research would be a way to honor Lord Poole.

Anne II: Well, actually I was thinking about nominating William to take Lord Poole's seat.

Prince Arthur: William, do you think he's ready?

Anne II: I'm not sure if ready is the word. He's seems so lost lately, it's as if he's lost his connection to the Crown. He needs something to reaffirm his sense of commit and purpose to the monarchy.

Prince Arthur: Well if he is meant to be Sovereign of the Order one day, I see no reason for government to deny his knighthood.

Anne II: Does that mean I have your support?

Prince Arthur: I think it's a wonderful idea. We can have a proper ceremony planned in about a month or two.

Anne II: What about sooner?

Prince Arthur: How soon?

Anne II: I'd want it done during the upcoming Devon Tour. We can convene the Order then. I can inform my staff to make all the necessary arrangements at Exeter Chapel.

Prince Arthur: All the same to me, if you're sure?

Anne II: More than anything.

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[fcrox]

As long as she could soar around on her broom, touching clouds and flying alongside the birds that were as free as they could be, she was happy. It was in those moments that she glowed the brightest. But to every bright side there is a darkness that can be equally as strong.

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BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Clara Ivanova

ALIAS/NICKNAME: Little Birdie, Spitfire

AGE: Twenty Eight

BIRTH DATE: May 2nd, 1951

BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood

AFFILIATION: Neutral (officially), Death Eater siding (truthfully)

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis-Woman. She/her

CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: Manor near Bath, England

OTHER LIVING CONDITIONS: Estate in the countryside, Bulgaria

OCCUPATION: Professional Quidditch player for the Bulgarian National Team, Chaser for the Falmouth Falcons, Former Chaser of the Vratsa Vultures

PETS: Valinor (barn owl), Orban (ragdoll cat)

WAND: Reed, Dragon Heartstring, 13 3/4 inch, unbending

PATRONUS: Erumpent

BOGGART: A house on fire, her stuck inside

AMORTENTIA: Unknown

SCENT: Broom Polish, Rain, and roses

INSPIRATION

SONG: One woman army by Porcelain Black, Wouldn't you like by EPIC: the musical, Dance the Night by Dua Lipa, Princesses don't cry by CARYS, Killer Queen by Mad Tsai, Made you look by Meghan Trainor

PINTEREST: here !! (in the making)

AESTHETIC: brooms and bottles of polish, tall shelves in a library filled with countless books, clouds drifting by, leaves blowing in the wind, a quaffle being thrown, players rushing by, the colors blue and yellow, a smile against the sun, long brown locks rustling in the wind, swan lake in a dark room, a bird in a cage

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Raya Ivanova née Todorova-Rookwood & Boyan Ivanov

SIBLINGS: Nikolay Ivanov (older brother).

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None.

OTHER FAMILY: Cephus Rookwood (grandfather). Iliyan Todorova (cousin).

CHILDREN: None.

EDUCTATION:

SCHOOL: Durmstrang

EXTRACURRICULAR: Chaser of the Quidditch team, Astronomy Club, Dueling Club

CLASSES INVESTED IN: Dark Arts, Charms, Transfiguration, Magical Theory, Potions

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Bulgarian, English, Russian, French

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOR: Dark Brown

HAIR COLOR: Brunette

HEIGHT: 5′6

SCARS: None.

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: High. Adaptive.

SKILLS: wandless magic (practicing), dueling (decent), flying (expert), quidditch (knowledge, adept), transfiguration (excellent)

POSITIVE TRAITS: loyal, determined, intuitive, feisty, fierce

NEGATIVE TRAITS: vengeful, stubborn, bossy, manipulative towards enemies, comes across as arrogant at times, can be equally arrogant

MBTI: ENFJ

BIOGRAPHY:

Clara was born as the child of Raya Ivanova and Boyan Ivanov, sister to Nikolay. Due to being a second born as well as a girl she wasn't considered as heir and truly, it was a blessing that she came to appreciate as she grew up. Her childhood was spent with the usual things; dance lessons, manner classes and all other things her parents expected her to eventually come to live up to. Her father, a supporter of the Dark Lord from the earliest rumors on and her mother in favor of purity made things rather clear.

It was around age six that she first sat on a broom and immediately fell in love with the feeling. It wasn't until years later that she realized that the feeling was something akin to freedom. Clara grew up, for the better part of her childhood and early teenage years as a bird in a gilded cage. Despite her future having been made rather clear to her from the beginning, the young witch did not let it deter her from a path of breaking out of her own shackles. If it came down to it, she would do whatever she would have to but until then she would keep fighting.

And fight she did. From the moment she sat foot into Durmstrange the young girl made sure to study hard, show her peers and those around her that there was more to her than simply a pretty head. The moment the chance offer itself she did join the quidditch team and from there on out it was like the doors and windows around her had opened. Not only was she skilled on a broom, the witch was incredibly talented when it came to the sport. Through it she received her ticket to a form of freedom, limited but very much of her own.

Upon graduation she joined the Vrasta Vultures. So long as her parents hadn't found a candidate and the career was booming Clara was off the hook of her parents' plans. Freedom, for now. And she truly thrived in the sport, eventually landing herself a nomination as player of the Bulgarian National team. Through the sport she thrived, made friends. One of which she followed all the way to England after he'd left; all in support after having been offered to play on two of the teams located within the area. Loyalty was a big thing. It came as a rather nice benefit then that the move became a form of freedom.

Recently her brother's arrived as well, pledged to the cause but also very much the one to watch over her in her parents' place. Luckily they do get along splendidly well.

[historyfiles]

Churches of Cornwall: the much-loved Father John Jeffrey built the little timber-clad Christ the King Roman Catholic Church in 1931 on land which had been donated by Lord Falmouth.

[birlwrites]

what were the other slytherins' career meetings with slughorn like?

the way i had half of this typed out and then lost it 😔 we soldier on

most of the career meetings were pretty uneventful because most of the slytherins know exactly what they're doing - they're going to graduate and become full-time aristocrats. whether they're CONTENT with this is another matter - emma in particular is itching to go pro in quidditch, she just hasn't worked out her angle, and charlotte's considering a variety of masteries because she's uncomfortable with the idea of suddenly having No More School - but they were still uneventful

which leaves barty and lucinda!!!

barty's meeting was straightforward enough in that they talked about potential future careers using runes, slughorn told him babbling would be delighted to help him out with that since it is after all her field of study, and as far as the 'what newts you need to take' conversation, it was literally just 'make sure you get into newt runes. getting an o on the owl is a good idea. take some other classes too to be well-rounded on mastery applications, the traditional supplemental subjects are transfiguration and charms but runes are an inherently interdisciplinary field so you can basically get away with anything as long as you're decent at it and can sell them on it in your application'

lucinda, on the other hand, was basically vibrating out of her seat the entire time, stressed out of her mind at being The Only One in their year who really needs to Do Something Special to be successful in life. maeve has jokingly (she was dead serious) offered lucinda her own set of rooms in the bulstrodes' ancestral home, but lucinda hates the idea of just sitting around all day living off of her best friend So Much. So Fucking Much. so she needs a CAREER and she needs to be GOOD AT IT and her friends don't UNDERSTAND because they are SACRED TWENTY-EIGHT ARISTOCRATS WITH FORTUNES (and barty is. barty. he'd probably gladly live in maeve's house for the rest of his life and his only regret would be that it wasn't regulus's)

so slughorn had 4 totally straightforward very chill career meetings (regulus, maeve, barty, and evan), then BAM LUCINDA!!!!!!!, then 2 basically straightforward very chill career meetings (emma and charlotte)

emma hasn't really. Externalized her desire to become a professional quidditch player to anyone other than evan and like. geoff. house vanity isn't suuuuuuuuper conventional so it's not like it's hopeless (like - can you imagine regulus being like 'mother, father, i shall not become lord black, i am abdicating so that i can play seeker for the falmouth falcons'), but they're not... *un*conventional. emma's not the heir which gives her more freedom but she's also part of a family that is very much In the sacred twenty-eight, unlike, for example, the weasleys. so it would be pushing boundaries for her to become a pro athlete and mentioning it to slughorn would feel a little. embarrassingly optimistic to her

slughorn may be able to connect lucinda with someone at witch weekly, and if she plays her cards right, she could probably get an internship there the summer after her sixth year, which plays very well into both her love of accessorizing and her newfound interest in journalism as a viable profession (thanks geoff!! team dad all the way. even for people who aren't on the team yet)

charlotte can't decide which mastery she wants to pursue (first)

[grandmaster-anne]

Court Circular | 9th February 2023

Buckingham Palace

Her Excellency Mrs Hélène Duchêne was received in audience by The King today and presented the Letters of Recall of her predecessor and her own Letters of Credence as Ambassador from the French Republic to the Court of St James’s. Mr Remi Duchêne was also received by His Majesty. Her Excellency Ms Francella Strickland was received in audience by The King and presented the Letters of Recall of her predecessor and her own Letters of Commission as High Commissioner for the Independent State of Samoa in London. Ms Juliet Chua (Director General for Finance and Corporate, the Foreign, Commonwealth and Development Office) was present. His Majesty this afternoon visited Leighton House, 12 Holland Park Road, London W14. Later Miss Dileeni Daniel-Selvaratnam was received in audience by The King and kissed hands upon her appointment as His Majesty’s Governor of Turks and Caicos Islands. The following were received in audience by The King and kissed hands upon their appointment as His Majesty’s Ambassadors: Mr Edward Ferguson (the Republic of Serbia), Mr Vinay Talwar (the Republic of Djibouti) and Mr Simon Walters (the State of Israel). Mrs Ferguson was also received by His Majesty. The King subsequently received Colonel Chris Hadfield (former Canadian Astronaut, Commander of the International Space Station). The Queen Consort this morning visited Storm Family Centre, Strasburg Road, Doddington Estate, Battersea, London SW11, and was received by Mrs Colleen Harris (Deputy Lieutenant of Greater London).

Kensington Palace

The Prince and Princess of Wales, Duke and Duchess of Cornwall this afternoon visited the National Maritime Museum Falmouth, Discovery Quay, Falmouth, and were received by His Majesty’s Lord-Lieutenant of Cornwall (Colonel Edward Bolitho). Their Royal Highnesses afterwards visited the Dracaena Centre, Dracaena Avenue, Falmouth.

St James’s Palace

The Earl of Wessex, Patron, the National Youth Theatre of Great Britain, this afternoon attended a Luncheon at Coutts and Company, 440 Strand, London WC2, and afterwards attended a performance of Much Ado About Nothing at the Duke of York’s Theatre, St Martin’s Lane, London WC2. The Countess of Wessex, Chairman, Women’s Network Forum, this afternoon chaired a Meeting at Buckingham Palace. Her Royal Highness, Patron, Chartered Management Institute, later attended a Conference to mark National Apprenticeship Week at County Hall, Belvedere Road, London SE1.

St James’s Palace

The Princess Royal this morning opened the renovated David Livingstone Birthplace in Station Road, Blantyre, and was received by His Majesty’s Lord-Lieutenant of Lanarkshire (the Lady Haughey). Her Royal Highness this afternoon visited the South Lanarkshire Council housing regeneration project at Rona Terrace, Whitlawburn, Cambuslang, Lanarkshire. The Princess Royal, Royal Patron, Friends of TS Queen Mary, later attended a Ninetieth Anniversary Reception at Voco Grand Central Hotel, 99 Gordon Street, Glasgow, and was received by His Majesty’s Lord-Lieutenant of the City of Glasgow (Councillor Jacqueline McLaren, the Rt Hon the Lord Provost).

Kensington Palace

The Duke of Gloucester, President, the Britain-Nepal Society, this afternoon received Mr Andrew Sparkes (Chairman) and Colonel Nicholas Hinton (Chairman, Britain-Nepal Non-Governmental Organisation Network).

St James’s Palace

The Duke of Kent, President, Royal Air Force Benevolent Fund, this morning attended a Memorial Service to commemorate the anniversary of the death of the Viscount Trenchard OM which was held in the Royal Air Force Chapel, Westminster Abbey, London SW1.

[aaronburrdaily]

November 23, 1808

Castella came in at 10 and took breakfast. Stayed two hours. Had received a very interesting letter from his friend C. in Spain. Had seen M. de G. He is to call again on Friday. Many things proposed for consideration. Baron N. left word that he had called at the particular request of the sister of Sir W. Pulteney. This another inquiry about American laws. Left card at Baron Norton's. To Falieri’s. After essaying an hour, he determined to abandon this, his second work, and try again. Note : I have already paid him £30!! Returning, at Madame Duval’s, to thank her for the pretty manner in which the picture was sent home. She said rolling injured it, and she had procured a very handsome portfolio, made just to receive it ; an attention which very much pleased me. To Achaud's ; saw Madame only ; gave instructions about the letters they are to write to Portsmouth, Falmouth, and Liverpool, to secure the reception of T.¹. To Reeves’s, who prayed me to dine; engaged to return after dinner. Dinner chez nous B. seul. Koe enters at 6. At 7 went to Reeves’s. Gave him up his license. Claimed the privilege of a British subject as a birthright, which I had a right to resume, and gave him notice that I should go where I pleased. This violent measure, however, grew out of his suggestions. He promised to report the case to Lord Hawkesbury, who would probably refer it to the Attorney-General. R. is to communicate to me the result. Returned to tea. Read Thierry an hour with B. and K. Part at n. Wrote till 3. On returning home, called at Turnevelli’s, the statuary, and engaged to give him a sitting to-morrow at 11.

1 Theodosia, his daughter. He hoped she would join him in Europe.

[oscarwetnwilde]

Poldark + A Handful Of Dust: Grief.

[libidomechanica]

What, conscious Hand folly

A kimo sequence

               I

He had never on the serious. Her owne vertue hath no stain of Moore. What, conscious Hand folly.

               II

In sight could not. Called more: a thousand from June the origin her bloud friend. In pages the door.

               III

Sad case, and still these were sun and eek a frere wol fall, look on thy foot, the open ground. Their shoes.

               IV

To love, most stranger’s mind. To thought for, baith kisse thee, sweetness to embrac’d. Hyena foemen’s wrong.

               V

Load an oath desire. Who knew them spitously broke my hair blown about it. A belt of Time.

               VI

And Mars yaf me a mission. See fierce the woman close—From thee will anxious, and as his glory.

               VII

Yet mine I knew his body feels, and care, each other’s dart. Is faith, ye’re not melted downe dyd lye.

               VIII

And in a clothd with an eare. And now he’s glad to have TWO of fire. You see a kiss me, be love.

               IX

In equal. And tuff, amygdaloid and tempts of laughing lightnings quickly the crescent promise.

               X

And what now disjoin, whatever. Then in mail one day I mette of God and did raise tomatoes.

               XI

He puzzled; Julia was supernatural conduct by the tapers why didst arise—arise!

               XII

And after me with kindling brain, her grandson armed, o eyes, the north, in the misery! The same.

               XIII

My heart. On which after than myn housbondes, quod she, in patient forced to build the holy days.

               XIV

Thy worst of a make, then would vex, and let thee. Know the waters of love, my heart sae fu’ o’ wae!

               XV

If in my life might kiss all, nor pale enchantment toil and great. While and Julia’s eyes shall leisure!

               XVI

Not easy chearful of ragerye, the palsied hands. Soon as kindred birthday part, which makes no stars.

               XVII

He liked what’s my master reader will of men, she made his gravest citizen see! How would kill?

               XVIII

For Adonais; till to home winter and pass the Lord’s guilt confounded ice. All her mind is this?

               XIX

Away, wherewith both include those who her father, as we knowe what it a monster of six.

               XX

Ill affrontery, is more in green; and Parties, comply. For Nisus’ injur’d Hair did his hoold.

               XXI

She flesh and wherewith dew and devotion I would be no weltring Duncan, Nelson was. Cheek!

               XXII

At length into closet, of Donna Inez, to die so, and there! Intend, some huge rondure not.

               XXIII

Thou shalt obey, and for shame o’t. Man could utter’d the Noon of stormy mist; so swept down too.

               XXIV

Whan my bonie Jean. He story, the silver Bound, The joys refined, drag on Love’s first, that Desire!

               XXV

And then, but decorous alters hurt you. He will be my lovers, and fair; and would come your fate.

               XXVI

At first the floods no hymn whose articles depend on the most difference; Give me thus? To tinder.

               XXVII

Or which serve a knight, so warm? Devil’s so very to request, of fruitful in the Head. We meet.

               XXVIII

Plunge that comes: then yellow prest, than their shoes. There unstrung unable to the street, with endless Sky.

               XXIX

The heard; and and sorrow and dare to come, she said, My cousin Amy, speak plain English, many?

               XXX

If thy unworthy of youth not, she smile thine, or elles hadde enchantment to know it. Say nay!

               XXXI

Yet tikleth me birafte his were King Victorious Day. And help me God, I will I was this?

               XXXII

Which glorious flow, and desolate, she meads; wherefore? Once more I hear himself, into bed.

               XXXIII

No more—no more, one haukes lure. Since this Morning-tide, I only son with heavy—as a test.

               XXXIV

Had to stir? A globe, years, and looked at hoom as dropped to the sea. Where the sun’s domain and his head.

               XXXV

The ages, to goon and saw his warm, unnerved his cottage bench; an auld brass will bite. Creatures out.

               XXXVI

But ta’en by this only, call all the though my heart of man. And with grief- worn heart none lovely signs.

               XXXVII

And played with all the longinge. Every different Nations, keep your very same column; date, Falmouth.

               XXXVIII

I wish these, now blithe, now let them. The pull; fair Annie’s bark our glory fight, propped my hand could not.

               XXXIX

The clean, i’ll cross vibes. Faire, and ye sal gae and sang sae merry comrades, or call our own in wild!

               XL

Different from me; and you see the smother. If you’d best hoom; I have chose falls, where burnish’d to deck.

               XLI

Dare repeatedly, in truth alit, and hung heaps, she cold, caress. Numb were blow back toward casting.

               XLII

’ And dwellen in his dotage that hapless clay, they faint on his head might he. My horse we gain’d wing.

               XLIII

Truth you aught it may be mortal door I lay as wel of those loss—of the grave. Full of delight.

               XLIV

Of his nycetee. That a suit mighty titles, fal’n from the minds is o’er the place—but Verbum sat.

               XLV

It changes on the sea. Ye, woltow so got into gold in mourn she says god helped together.

               XLVI

Of horsemen. He had lost in vapours to call its sustained, and keep his home. Then stars. ’Re alike.

               XLVII

Rent talents find the Fates himself and speak. Two distance be dried his own time of warm and his feats.

               XLVIII

She might not wear your tied heart was tolde han my knee desired. The head, i’ll love her purchaser!

               XLIX

I leafe is the many-living him with tufts and refrain. Her fav’rite Lock! That froaths beloved!

               L

” Thus was he were now determined, which flies. Making lay, who found a ruin, with its self and grey.

               LI

Are quite agree: what to say! Life bloud congeal’d from the bad his obscure; he whole of common-place.

               LII

Torture not. And shook the Potter’s windows thre, that froaths below, set thee to tell me of the Hair.

               LIII

In an aged the Nymph in early pull him any mercy deere? Till time? He died, and the royallie.

               LIV

Is lyk a catering arms, he is o’er he went. Declining Love as I glide; that’s like the grave.

               LV

But Julia, who had a bonny son to understand for Corks. By the falwes, and keep his Heart?

               LVI

Ah wanton maids, in this I knew that Jhesu short, she saith. And is through the best he like the Sphere!

               LVII

Him in her Body chanced to go. His relinquisitions, not what’s out of tears and Despair.

               LVIII

Spirit, cared nooks, which men delight. They dances, by what art can find one of us thyn, pardee!

               LIX

Here ends the wind. The wine of Thy mother as they danced Albano’s boy, him up, it could be had.

               LX

Each shell is o’er a light were swarms that held it seemed very set, he ceased the green. They took you years.

               LXI

His man, wi’ an auld wife. Is like. They could not head, and do hear the dead. Actually marry. Day.

               LXII

So do our meant to given the ground, while, may seem so mean enough. Call you are forgotten years.

               LXIII

The door and still lessoned so, satisfied of thunder. Her Joy in girth, there’s beauty’s case.

               LXIV

To follow: a shouting, is much linen band. But true nobility of blood less dear delight.

               LXV

For reputations gives us ourselves where you hear homely wife. And al swich withal, they died.

               LXVI

Whatever at they found, I said, No, no. At which leans sinistered to catch the sacrifice.

               LXVII

Began the Snuff-boxes and palms. And straggled the Lock; ariel himself from an humble broom.

               LXVIII

But the shiver’d o’erstep their sockets, with true-heroics strain, draw near the thorn? How Vlster like thee!

               LXIX

Who my Childless spotted not. Big heart thought us, bats when he’s peevish and haste, and but to me.

               LXX

Date, their treasur’d though her yesterday. His refulgent Queen’s deep emotions glowing red, the sky.

               LXXI

Be within her son, and thought, and sit in meaning, by harbour shelf. When Husbandships go on so?

               LXXII

—Need I sing, which are my heart’s disgrace you canst not, like Tom Waits. Although quite by many danger.

               LXXIII

For, God it with an Hidalgo! In the Frere, I think I pick’d and flits are the decoys, they give?

               LXXIV

Must noble the abode wherefore tame leopards. The parted to stop. Artist, the walked to say.

               LXXV

I have a wyf in chase the Gnome! Of condition, The lovely colours the monks preferrė bigamye?

               LXXVI

Once, the sea of life; they be well-a-days is spring reverted be God, that thou not we feed?

               LXXVII

He stood like besmear’d with many scorn, good society is but if they loue. Eternal are.

               LXXVIII

As thou would: and when in the should come as winter, who dislike cancer and brow. The two ages.

               LXXIX

And speak for his gore, hey both for my Jean. And Juan the sea what I felt and the Samaritan?

               LXXX

He seemed to spill the doubt not thro’ mystic cares. Within our mind many a tiptoe, amorous?

               LXXXI

And burn your Eye, where you go. Beauty morn as the rosy heigh ho, how you cry. But Julia Fire!

               LXXXII

Thus dance the wors that cruel are. Perhaps that fooled. Waking on this same delights, white Boy is a gift.

               LXXXIII

To draw from; but for my neighb’ring Textures in: let not make a gentle Bells such, indeed the truth!

               LXXXIV

Of other melody, war piled on the sweet a flowers than raise you some half with me as I.

               LXXXV

Of garden, as mostly mine; I loathe through the Madeira to be wedded fyve! Me as is me!

               LXXXVI

Clay to raised to light.—Ah, Gossip led when she ever-silent was sloping there! And chance spray, St.

               LXXXVII

That are let us range eyes out. Til trewe wyf, do as the world of your labour’d himself: you are!

               LXXXVIII

I tell us, are extremes, I trowe, twenty- five yards from yonder, and is it thus it no synne!

               LXXXIX

As by constant to drink, a spider in what touch of heaven, and there. Meet and chastitee no cure.

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Angel of Music Bound - Alternate Universe, Drama, Romance. Hatred is high, love is a danger, and favors are turning to debts. When Hermione saves Draco from a fate he'd have done anything to obtain, the struggle of morality arises. But the question is: can they be bound without falling for each other?

aplacetostart Fauxmance - Ten years into their respective careers, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy are each looking for a change. Hermione is running for Deputy Minister alongside Kingsley Shacklebolt following her impressive ascent through the Ministry. After a lengthy stint playing for the Falmouth Falcons, Draco is retiring from the field with coaching on his mind. So when public relations mastermind Pansy Parkinson pushes them together to help achieve their goals… what could go wrong?

atruwriter Growing - While the world holds two former enemies in ridicule for being secret best friends, they must stand up against their friends, family, and schoolmates. Through the hardships of hate, they must also come to terms with their true feelings for each other.

Bedelia In Perfect Light - The war is over, but someone with aspirations to be the next Dark Lord is taking advantage of the lingering turmoil. Forget rebuilding the Wizarding World; Hermione and her friends just want to survive.

BNightengale Blood and Ink - It was no surprise that Harry and Ron would go off for Auror training. Hermione was happy for her boys, truly. As for her, all she wanted was to drown herself in her own dark secrets and get her NEWTs. Professor Malfoy, with his ferrety watchful eye, seemed to think that quiet self-destruction was too much to ask.(Dramione, post-war, 8th year)

dramioneobsessed0522 Lost - “Because I’m fucking lost Granger. All my life, my father told me that I’m a Malfoy and above all a man. That I shouldn’t cry or express my emotions in any way. And now, it’s all inside me, raging around like a storm and I don’t know how to vent it out. I get aggressive and mad and I just don’t want to hurt anyone just because I can’t handle my emotions.” “Then let it all out. Cry, scream, throw something, punch the wall. You have to be strong for everyone, but not me. Never me.”

kestrell Falling - Sleeping dragons still possessed cruel talons and dark hearts...no matter how the heat of their dreams might seem to burn right through their skin.

sapphire_phoenix The Reluctant Veela - Draco Malfoy has come into his father’s Veela legacy and is fighting it at every turn. The Fates aren’t giving him an inch though, and neither is Hermione Granger, his destined mate!

SereneMusafir Green Light - A journalist sits down with Draco Malfoy, who vanished eight years ago, for his story on why he disappeared and what happened. Told from the perspective of Hermione, the journalist follows the story of Draco and Hermione on an expedition to look for a mythical cave and the aftermath of returning home.

TheDae Baton Rouge - The war changed everything. Voldemort is back in power, Harry Potter is on the run and Hermione Granger is not who she used to be. Her everyday life is determined by bare skin and money. Draco Malfoy holds a high position in the Ministry of Magic. His job is to hunt down Potter. And he is absolutely convinced that he is doing the right thing - until that one day. A fateful reunion at the Baton Rouge mercilessly rocks two worlds and destinies.

TheMalfoys Healer Mione - Finding love was the last thing in Draco Malfoy's mind after the war. But ever since his 3 year old son Scorpius had gotten close to Hermione after being one of her patients in St. Mungo's, the universe had been hell bent on pushing them together. Who was he to say no to the universe? This story contains a possessive Draco and a cute Scorpius.

VineWolf12548 It's Been a While - Hermione and Harry have been best friends their entire lives. They've always shared the same friends and the same enemies. But what happens when Hermione comes home after spending 4 years in the US and finds out that the person she once thought was their mortal enemy is now her best friend's new best friend? HermionexDraco. AU, all muggles.

[world-of-wales]

─ •✧ WILLIAM'S YEAR IN REVIEW : FEBRUARY ✧• ─

1 FEBRUARY - William held an Investiture Ceremony at Windsor Castle. 2 FEBRUARY - He received Brigadier Giles Harris and Lieutenant Colonel John Livesey (Regimental Lieutenant Colonel & Commanding Officer) of 1st Battalion Welsh Guards at Windsor Castle. 3 FEBRUARY - William held an Investiture at Windsor Castle. 9 FEBRUARY - William and Catherine were received by His Majesty's Lord-Lieutenant of Cornwall (Colonel Edward Bolitho) at the National Maritime Museum Falmouth in Discovery Quay. Afterwards, they visited the Dracaena Centre. 10 FEBRUARY - He visited the East of England Ambulance Service NHS Trust at Ipswich Ambulance Station and afterwards visited Ipswich Hospital on Heath Road.

19 FEBRUARY - William and Catherine attended the British Academy Film Awards at the Royal Festival Hall where and were received by His Majesty's Lord-Lieutenant of Greater London (Sir Kenneth Olisa). 23 FEBRUARY - He held an Investiture at Buckingham Palace and afterwards opened Bentley House and Passage House on King's Scholars Passage in London. 25 FEBRUARY - William and met the volunteers and staff of the Welsh Rugby Charitable Trust and attended the Six Nations Rugby Match between Wales and England at the Principality Stadium in Cardiff. They were received by His Majesty's Lord-Lieutenant of South Glamorgan (Mrs. Morfudd Meredith). 28 FEBRUARY - William and Catherine were received by His Majesty's Lord-Lieutenant of West Glamorgan (Mrs. Louise Fleet) at Brynawel House Alcohol and Drug Rehabilitation Centre in Pontyclun. Afterwards, they visited Aberavon Celtic Leisure Centre, where His Majesty's Lord-Lieutenant of Mid Glamorgan (Mr. Peter Vaughan) received them. William became the Patron of Wales Air Ambulance and subsequently, he and Catherine were received by His Majesty's Lord-Lieutenant of Dyfed (Miss Sara Edwards) as they opened the new patient room at Wales Air Ambulance Ty Elusen in Dafen.

[wessexroyalfamily]

Announcer: Presenting Her Royal Highness Princess Margaret of Lancaster, escorted by Her Royal Highness Maud, The Duchess of Huntington.

Charlotte Wentworth, The Duchess of Bristol: Your Royal Highnesses it is a pleasure to meet you. Maud, dear, and Margaret you look so lovely.

Princess Margaret of Lancaster: Thank you...I... 

Charlotte: Sorry, you must be confused. I’m Charlotte, I know we haven’t met before. I’m William’s cousin. 

Margaret: Nice to meet you. I recognize you from the photo cards, Lady Spencer prepared for me memorize.

Beatrice: Did she have you memorize them?

Margaret: No not her, but my mother.

(both erupting in laughter)

Margaret: Where is everyone? Has the Queen not arrived?

Beatrice: With the press here, it is all about formalities. The Royal Family will arrive in order of precedence with the Queen and the Earl of Gloucester arriving last.

Margaret: Aren't you entering with the rest of the family?

Beatrice: Well me and my siblings take our position from our father, so no royal titles and styles for us, formally I'm Lady Beatrice Wentworth.

Anne Spencer-Lewis, Countess Spencer: And one does not question the Queen's whereabouts so loudly in public.

Beatrice: There you are Lady Spencer, I trust that  you've given Margaret a crash course.

Anne: The Princess did not need _ she does her duty well. 

Announcer: Presenting, His Highness The Earl of Falmouth.

Beatrice: (whispering) ... my uncle, the Queen's first-cousin, he doesn’t come to court often, preferring to spend life in the country were he can pretend to be an artist. 

Announcer: Presenting, Her Highness The Countess of Hyannis and His Lordship The Earl of Hyannis

Beatrice: ... My parents. Dad, or Lord Hyannis, sits on the Queen's privy council and mom is the Queen's first cousin. Dad thinks pretty highly of himself, even if the people don’t. 

Anne: Beatrice honestly control yourself.

Margaret: You don’t think that much of your family, do you?

Beatrice: Sadly, it is they don’t think much of me either these days. 

Announcer: Presenting, their Royal Highness The Duke and Duchess of Uxbridge

Beatrice: ...the Duke is her majesty's younger cousin, I’m sure you heard about his father, luckily Uxbridge isn’t anything like his father. 

Announcer: Presenting, their Royal Highness The Crown Prince William of Wessex and The Prince George, The Duke of Chelsea

Beatrice: There he is...I heard they only gave George a dukedom because he threw such a fit at having to postpone his tour of Scotland because of all of the business with the wedding.

Anne: Ma'am this way, Lord Hyannis will introduce you to the Crown Prince. and ma'am if I may, I wouldn't divulge everything to lady Beatrice, she can be quite...conversational (chuckle)  

Alexander, The Earl of Hyannis: Your Royal Highness, welcome to Wessex.

Margaret: Lord Hyannis it is a pleasure to see you again.

Alexander: Likewise, and Your Royal Highness, may I present....

Crown Prince William of Wessex: Princess Margaret of Lancaster. It is truly my pleasure, I'm sorry I could not be the first to welcome you to Wessex I was away at a last minute engagement.

Margaret: Your Royal Highness...I...

William: William...to you always William.

Margaret: William it is.

William: I hope in the coming days we could spend some time together.

Margaret: It will be nice to talk without everyone around.

William: Yes, and this is a small banquet, there will be more people to meet as the wedding gets closer. But I shouldn't worry to much.

Margaret: Why not?

William: Because they are all only looking at how stunning you are. Much like me.  

Margaret:  this is quite a banquet the Palace has planned.

William: Yes I think tonight will be something special. Dinner followed by music and dance. Do you dance?

Margaret: Yes of course, I do. Love to dance.

William: I look forward to finding out. Here, let me introduce you to my brother, George.

William: George, Margaret. Margaret, George.

The Prince George, The Duke of Chelsea: I'll have to wait to hug you until after the banquet, even with just two photographers protocol and all that chum must be followed. (chuckles)

George: Welcome to the family ... are you excited about tomorrow?

Margaret: Yes, the official engagement announcement.

Announcer: Presenting, Her Majesty, Queen Anne II of Wessex, The Duke of Devon and His Royal Highness The Prince Christian of Wessex, The Earl of Gloucester.

William: Mother. Shall we introduce you?

[music-despite-everything]

Wade in the Water by Tracy K. Smith

Tracy K. Smith, born April 16, 1972, in Falmouth, MA, is an American poet and educator. She served as the 22nd Poet Laureate of the United States from 2017 to 2019. She won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 2011 for her book Life on Mars.

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One of the women greeted me. I love you, she said. She didn't Know me, but I believed her, And a terrible new ache Rolled over in my chest, Like in a room where the drapes Have been swept back. I love you, I love you, as she continued Down the hall past other strangers, Each feeling pierced suddenly By pillars of heavy light. I love you, throughout The performance, in every Handclap, every stomp. I love you in the rusted iron Chains someone was made To drag until love let them be Unclasped and left empty In the center of the ring. I love you in the water Where they pretended to wade, Singing that old blood-deep song That dragged us to those banks And cast us in. I love you, The angles of it scraping at Each throat, shouldering past The swirling dust motes In those beams of light That whatever we now knew We could let ourselves feel, knew To climb. O Woods---O Dogs--- O Tree---O Gun---O Girl, run--- O Miraculous Many Gone--- O Lord---O Lord---O Lord--- Is this love the trouble you promised?