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hcgossips · 2 months ago

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Humpty Dumpty Sat On The Wall

This PR stunt doesn’t really seem to have the only goal to promote the promiscuous giving her a new profile. Apparently, what they also want is to sell a new image of the family man for him, an image of a man who engages and commits to relationship.

But, we all know that’s not who he is. This guy doesn’t engage to anyone nor commits to anything, but his job. He always avoided polemic and to commit to anything. So, why, all of a sudden, it’s imperative to sell the image of the straight family man and responsible father (What he agreed to stage) of a child with a promiscuous who is trying to establish a new profile? Prove the fake is real.

What is his team trying to avoid by insisting in selling to fans a farce no one believes? He accepted to stage this, and if it weren’t for that bl*w j*b photo, this farce could have convinced a few. He agreed to it!

That’s why I severely criticize Cavill. His moral standards don’t seem strong enough nor words match actions. He seems a hypocrite faking 24/7. He also doesn’t seem to have the courage to take initiative of his own.

He could have avoided this circus after being trapped. Because, it is clear someone had something against him and used Viscuso to give him a lesson, exposing his double face and humiliating him.

That’s why you have lawyers. But, he accepted it and, despite not wanting to commit to the plot (clear in public appearances and body language), he allows to get involved and stages it.

He doesn’t put his hands in the pastry, but he eats the entire pizza pretending he’s in a diet. It seems whoever planned this, has him on their hands for this person knows his weaknessess. And, this PR contract must have a lot of flaws and holes.

He didn’t have to announce any break up. We understand these PR stunts are also a way to hang out with h**kers and to have his dirty affairs, despite publicly showing a certain distance. It’s also a way to hide sexuality.

All he had to do was to avoid promoting his “affair” publicity (true or false), not using it to tease his fans with it. But, he asked for the overwhelming negative reaction he had. After that reaction, he should have kept it quiet avoiding the public promotion of the plot to preserve his integrity.

He didn’t have to shout to his fans he was sleeping with a wh*re or pretending to do so to hide sexuality. But, pride and vanity speak lowder. And he parades with her publicly with pride, while disguising the truth, so as to generate gossip and algorithm. What could he expect?

Funny if not tragic, for it seems he doesn’t even enjoy the fruit. What it seems is he is a homossexual muppet in the hands of a pimp, who is now (whoever this is), in control of his entire life. If he pees out of the bucket, he’s screwed.

That’s not what fans were expecting from him. He should have kept his private life and tastes for relationships private and shouldn’t have exposed his PR escorts to public execration. But, he enjoys being seen as the “Alpha” male, as some people call him.

By the way, he’s not an Alpha. He’s far from being one. He just performs a character of one. But, he’s definitely, NOT one. He’s more like a fragile creature with weak moral convictions and afraid of standing up for himself.

And, whoever trapped him into this circus, knows him well and the dots he/she can trigger. That’s how he got tangled up. The person counted on his fears, dubious Character and weak moral convictions.

He says “dignity comes before fame”, but that doesn’t apply behind cameras, only in pap photos, pap videos and in scripted interviews. Behind cameras, he accepts whatever deals he gets for the spotlight.

Greed! That’s a poison. Cope that with weak moral convictions and it will destroy you inside out. That’s what is going on. He accepted staging this plot of the family-father figure for a gain or to hide something, in agreement to lying, pretending and faking a plot to fans.

But, why? What’s the gain? Why was it necessary to change his image so fast and what does he expect to gain staging a lie to people? Why continue faking when he was exposed as a pretender and no one believes this circus? He’s only being a clown making a fool of himself, pretending he's alive and kicking, when he's actually crying on his pillow every night.

And no way this is a real relationship. If it was real and Viscuso was a lover, a girlfriend or a wife, if she had any sort of feelings for him, she would NEVER allow him to go through this shit. He would never have chosen her as a girlfriend, either. And, would never have exposed his partner to public execration. But, they need to perform the circus to avoid shame.

The woman walks like a man, like a pugilist, has vulgar manners, no class, no style, the worst rep, got herpes and no self respect. A decent woman would never put herself in this situation, either. But, she isn't decent and he doesn’t care!

No way I can believe this circus is real. And, this shenanigan has so many holes that it is offensive. What Cavill did, he did without care, regardless of who he was going to be in a PR stunt with, only worried with the spotlight and gain he would have with it.

He didn’t care for his rep as an actor, his integrity as a man. He involved family, friends, colleagues in this circus expecting they would all help save his ass. He was immoral and disrespectful to his fans and underestimated them.

And, it all happened for he has low emotional intelligence to deal with the consequences of the decisions and choices he made, exposing his weakness and the fact the man he portrays to fans is actually, the opposite of what he shows.

He decided to play with fire teasing a dragon he had as a pet. The dragon woke up bothered, he ignored. The dragon threatened to spit fire, he ignored. The dragon then, started spitting little flames, he ignored and continued teasing it. The result was he got severely injured, because of stubbornness and something he could have avoided, for teasing the dragon to spit fire was unecessary.

Now, he wants the dragon to stop, still asking friends and exes to help as diversions. But he continues teasing the dragons for flames. So, what conclusions do you get to?

#henry cavill #celebs

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libidomechanica · 29 days ago

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Why buds tomb inherent—what to strange, and hardly knows

A limerick sequence

Love animals: an old Roman a’ her is all. And you a counter. Are forsook, his mother could read he bed. The owls better’d this hair! Or pride; when Dancing Belle?

Juan, midst the winds kiss on they draw and friendship, love to the tales of its good walks o’er therefore, my Katie? Ah Hobbing cold. Will cou’d regard, from the green this ago.

The half three Banquo’s offspring to equal Fight, trim and base. Some, and it wert, born from their ligge as the winds are fun that we seems to yours in a disting you so loue.

Tis thee more turns in some to his own, for some precipices. You sing rains its water enought have retire: warn’d to the night. Like rose, he had besides o’er ear.

Is this was are eaten woe can to weake choice intensitive, God countries, and arm is floods which in his, at all pales beyond, then the heaven depart. But thou hast.

Terms of her hearts imprima donna’, bright that I have know, Why good old, he sad the Nurse at see their nest. Just about then refus’d, or speake, if unfix’d as well share.

And then the Mind wise on till the Hair. -Making stranger, fays, read. Of literary rabble; his weighed at once immortals Levity man to the Chief still the old!

Of my grove, only maidens, bordred strike, although clothing tack. Breath; scatter, to break. A Pipkin the cometh up for his pompounded; yet what in true, you rehead.

This eyes hands uplift, would rather friends, fal’n from ours appear from me courting echoes faster, my Katie? And the tongue there is, how good Betty, rise thee, O my limbs.

Oh thou go was none so Bryant spirits unchant’s bitts of the same. Upon a man spective in sooth, vpright, if rules, ears, and her out of swan, she heauen sounds of you be.

And looks could not from heav’n with that her? While her dying in the wise, it self- sweep your garres me mean. Two Hands ta’en away! Would forbears of Albany. But would ease.

Line poison’d, and nature, and smoking man, more for joys. The mountain, but when each time. As twere alternal cold snows, only shall summergirl, we met ore with retir’d.

As there embrace. Finger mind: would the vacant his Chains o’ hell alike a sad and that virtue hath glaunce. Was most died she wanton Children teares dire Disease.

About the second when her translations to burden, with make such this why, grief to beauties scorn Two Pages gather? The failed— if we deem’d to have no need, but flies.

Like a iudge of his her bed, then bed throught be cruel Nymph extends forsooth, all abroad. How far for wrough truth upon the hindred with circles in the fairy conferr’d.

They store, and to choke. Many water hearts in a honest Eyes the earth, with new-appears, and thou can. And Betty’s drew near it is the year link’d why we no chaffred?

Which puzzled at the pony glad to humanity, will, we not thy honeycomb with Pride. New then all their wine forth and thus, for the came fashion that were it light.

And that was God’s song therein my young Coquettes to divided, but in univers, man, ’tis you take. The level, like the time. Wafted her treaty or not whole.

Plucks me with you, drink upon the blow Lo! A gently tied to-day. Of land death their hymns, as that’s feel me so graue a Kidde, or my love. Under heerefully know.

Then thy placed hangs, they seems threats, and the growes fair a life and running Care; for if my maternal weanell words when thousand name I torments that from Steel? To shreds.

At a prise. Her Eyes; and as the topaz, opal, call my spoken, yellow. The fragile mine, and Betty’s paper heard mind. She steuen, lowder hair: to compare. You, fires.

Purest among in made out of their waving the same to young Pharaoh’s charge your mourn according to the Face; there for shrieking, thousand should pay. Smell on Earth, his thee.

Yet be reach’rous answer given by iron, but thee into face? Thrice for lost thou dost miss’d the join against Pallas, they who say, or add a Furbelo. And Beau.

In though to know she’d rathering with not my for the tend though thou dost sweet joy! Of the lamp and still ye seen so lived the unseemly, seem near rose of Auld Lang Syne!

From my true. But Juan fears, I go. A not made therefore what she infrequent Colours of her bound, poor priefe: sike and recourse of me unto me, doth make a flock give?

Is silken with trace; but to fix against Pallas, thou are said as Ariel place. Which which counts off, or year, and for a psychological spaces of hue, st.

And where Hobbinoll, approve mought him, as summon’d and hearted fall; all nights’ fees. To our rimes, and four- and-forty-parson taught it the change stalking whelm’d there dry: oh!

He laureaten; ah, which her in thee. Except my aching part. Meant to grasps the Nymphs lay: for than dust, being pride; which is wrath a school-boy feet you can it be paved.

This worthies law: and air, that hue; black, be filmy Dew; dipt in the Sun, the rest! The was bend his Diamonds ta’en away in a few pale all these other sin the end.

Cheek; a kind at last glimmer roar, juan fellow eager pace forhaile. With apples, with his way; but chiefe mountains; they beauty broom’s a things free and stroke—If Johnny!

The magic vapour own and with rest. Or of thro’ the affair and eyes had beside the roes and all his wide Circle one Finny heart, as they are endeth from ours?

All thy ball! Thou are born frontier often see! And never that first Element behind me for its own, its mazer ywrought of the night, present the May-fly place.

A great dead, or a fain knot. Such in a sad thrift in mean. His pair, and come of She same, and wintry last, if the clothes from thy gift on the never the Dardanium.

Plague to ring it, on the beat neath, but— quite old march’s plinter her return, my God, as the conceal’d; thread, or bring back. It was no more praise, for from you of hear your swell?

As that began to lords’ delight deeply know of that may be a man one blight: why on the Rain. I thought Slippery eye. So man of me back the drop in ever store.

And of venge, and goblin, Dresden, and bleating pangs left they can passe mind the clear! Nor than a pigeon taughter still, or came clouds are the wite thou shall kindle sound.

Friends; drink she spring? His mouths and rhyme, his posture. Or mind to the most fully blue, thus exempt the jewels into Heauen sooty Pinion; his beate were all the cedars.

Feeding, quench’d eleven; tis Phillis, call’d eye’s my far-off, on the was drown patchouli swell agree? A pretty poesie writhin, the which of friend them; ah, my Katie?

For nor discourself the sweet cough therefore you just now patient day wheel in earth, and the could not, the has a scenes! The sweet society; even I am change.

Oh! The Gods decay, like to be blacketh forgot am of that strange thee, and strings beloved when the world’s gore again ye wi anither idiot borne thing.

Sooner let her lie which is fate her grinder. Which the barke but once then the be the Rebels on. I beating brass and land she tales inflames; which from her know themselves?

And which made surges th’ expel by no more relieve. Fair, and then refuse the more found his for thy face that with so much skill, the call’d somewhat is greeing, the faith!

Behold, though it should he had be grand neutralize herself reful Chance has knows! The figurantize of many a pomegranates, and bridle cigarette.

The room will I; as darling on his time, on my lovers, wax’d full of silver Lap they were repairs to pleasures, thou looks again well, and bids her idiot boy.

No stay till themselues in Flames, of her. To part; my below. Or catch and pitiless she me, love: be my love, O love’s Thou, or twisting Care; thus, thou have I used!

Speech faith the fuming to your victi. Her hast left the secretaries, dost these my love thee forstallen before thought of You can I fix you, that a Bacchant?

A shelf; I do not he had stopped observed. Any morning, the loves. And my old enemies worst descry what incarnage to those do out thee: make me am I.

While thir days go for her Force attack’d in a travel. Parental kind out, can one wash, and him but I fountains murmur my top of weather, Donna Inez, find.

I roses that she shakes to her her Faults, and mute—no soon elate! If Hampton- Courts, at Ombre sink, but whereof wasted, Charms, her will die; he loue doth Love’s antidote.

Wounds, for life, your instant low say to spring tree, that evening like feed the wood, with Guilt, but I would never scarlet, what the flocke, say where shell-fish. Thou know, nor lived?

My great name in the sky, and thus farre to bear ourselves eternity. To the world is my reckon’d to thy soul love your of the dreadful neigh—no dull now at all.

Or, I will turning waies, in a Courselves forth: but Salámán dedicate: the same one with maintance upon the mystic rill! Twas Cupids bower and chaffred?

Ever in the eagle school, who sweater smooth, so bent, though meadows the also, who would march’d to bed. For ever-dying worse: favoured my hopes its good too quite.

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joeboesch · 2 months ago

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No Opportunity Wasted

Opening Day 2025 is upon us. Here’s a look at the rookie players to watch in the 2025 season. I have to say the Washington Nationals are going to make some noise again, with Dylan Crews and James Wood as the top rated rookies it should be interesting. Here’s the 2025 Rookie Class: Dylan Crews James Wood Coby Mayo Brooks Lee Jacob Wilson Rhett Lowder Connor Norby Cade Povich Drew Thorpe Hurston…

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kawaiilizzie · 7 months ago

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lowder-the-koopa · 2 years ago

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marwyn · 6 months ago

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I hope this isn't too controversial of a topic but why are Dany antis like that...

💀 well…from what I’ve seen they’re often people who are doing a Johnlock Conspiracy with Jon and Sansa where they’re convinced that the two of them are going to have a romantic relationship in the books and consequently hate on Dany like their lives depend on it because they’ve accurately identified her as a major threat to this. Fantasizing about Jon killing Dany is a corollary but GoT S8 probably didn’t help.

Additionally…not to put too fine a point on it given that Dany is an incredibly well-known character due to GoT and thus liking or disliking her doesn’t NECESSARILY reveal anything about one’s ideological stances, but to me it’s pretty revealing when people handwring about things like her methods in regard to abolishing slavery. Furthermore I think that plenty of them are disturbed by the fact that she steps so far outside her proscribed gender role which is obviously ironic given that many people in-universe have the same view. Bringing this back:

This is not to say that women don’t have power, but by and large, their avenues to power are circumscribed. Asha, for example, commands a remarkable amount of respect for a woman in Westeros, but not enough for the men to rally around her to take the Seastone Chair, though she’s by far the best choice to do so. And outright rule by women is an almost unheard of event. Daenerys Targaryen is remarkable and dangerous in every sense because her very existence is perilous to the current power structure.

—Caroline Spector, “Power and Feminism in Westeros,” in Beyond the Wall: Exploring George R. R. Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire (ed. James Lowder)

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shammah8 · 7 months ago

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Sister Jane Lowder had come back from South America at Christmas time and was telling us about a lady named Silvana who had gold dust appearing on her while she was worshiping the Lord. Jane brought a video to show us what was happening.

During a service, while the sister was worshiping, her face would suddenly be covered with visible flecks of golden dust. The first time Jane saw it she didn't know quite what she was seeing. She wondered why Silvana had put glitter all over her face.

That didn't seem to be necessary. Was this some new cosmetic craze? She had prayed for Silvana about ayear before, and she was baptized in the Holy Ghost.

What was happening with her now?

As Sister Jane began to inquire, she discovered that the golden dust was something that God was giv-ing the sister supernaturally. It seemed to flow from her scalp. On occasion, her Brazilian pastor would open his Bible and she would shake the gold dust from her head onto the Bible. Little piles of gold dust would fall into the open Bible. The pastor, recognizing how miraculous this was, took that golden dust and anointed the people with it, and great miracles were reported among them as a result.

We rejoiced when we saw the video, but we had no idea that soon God would be manifesting gold dust in our meetings in Ashland. It happened within a few weeks of viewing the video. During our winter campmeeting it happened ten or twelve times in our services.

One morning, during our Spring 98 Ladies Convention, we showed the video from Brazil of the gold dust. After the service, one of the ladies went into the rest room and changed her clothes for the drive home. She heard something fall to the floor and thought it must be the brooch she had been wearing. She stooped to pick it up, but to her amazement, what she picked up was a gold nugget. Needless to say, she didn't home that day. She brought it back into the meeting so that everyone could see what God had done and rejoice. When God sends something supernatural into our midst, He deserves all the glory.🥳Ruth Heflin

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puresolacex · 10 months ago

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“𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘀𝗵𝗲’𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜’𝗺 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿.”

I’ve been on a HUGE Amber Kelly kick and after starting this third series of hers, I want to say that I’ve officially narrowed it down to my FAVORITE book— Life After Wife (let’s see how many times I say this as I work my way through the Balsam Ridge series).

There have never been so many highlights in a book I’ve read! As I say goodbye to my twenties and am entering my thirties in the next few months, I really found this story to not only be held of a form of escape and entertainment but also therapeutic and valuable towards self-discovery, motherhood, family dynamics, friendships, and newfound love and relationships.

Also, can I just note as a fake eyelash girl, how much I LOVED the short lash, fake lash applying girlie representation. 🤭 This is the first I’ve ever seen this written in a story and I am ecstatic! 💖

In Taeli Lowder’s mind, she’s selfish for whisking her twelve year old son Caleb away from the only life he’s known: upstate city. She’s on the mend, beginning a new stage of adulthood where she’s healing from the woman she portrayed herself to be and discovering who she truly is as a woman, mother, daughter, friend, and lover.

When it comes to Damon, she has always put herself on the back burner, molding herself into the idealistic image of a wife he deserved, forgetting what SHE truly deserved herself. It was all about an image of how others perceived her. It was all about Damon…even when he cheated on her. She tried her hardest to brush aside her feelings on hopes of maintaining and mending their marriage for Caleb, however, after his second time cheating and a new baby on the way with his mistress, Taeli has had it.

Now, it’s about her and what she and her son deserve in a husband, father, and life.

Graham Tuttle knows full well the means of living a life after wife… not by choice. When his wife began losing her battle to cancer, Graham discovered what it meant to enjoy life moments and memories. It was when she passed that he realized a life without her was different than he imagined.

He still loves his late wife, however, he’s healed and made peace with allowing himself to fall in love again… when the time is right.

Balsam Ridge is the home Taeli once knew and her small town has now become refuge. It’s the place she and her son didn’t know they needed most; to be reminded what it is to be present and live life.

The more Graham spends time with Taeli and Caleb, the more they each grow and find themselves as individuals and within relations. Caleb learns there’s much more of life to enjoy than behind technology and Taeli learns she is deserving of obtaining the life she truly wants.

#Amber Kelly #Balsam Ridge #Balsam Ridge series #life after wife #LifeAfterWife #BalsamRidge #AmberKelly #SmalltownRomance #FriendstoLovers #SecondChanceRomance #SingleMomRomance #FriendslikeFamily #KindleUnlimited #WhatImReading #Goodreads #book review

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kookaburrabugle · 1 year ago

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ALBANESE APOLOGY AGENDA TO FORM CENTRE OF GOVERNING POLICY TILL ELECTION

APOLOGY EDITOR AND WIRE SERVICES THE SMORGASBORD OF photo opportunities and political errors that have become the stock in trade of the Albanese government in Australia, are to be smothered in a sauce of apologies until the next election, according to Labor insiders in Canberra. “It’s a winning strategy,” says publicist Lowder Noyze. “The list of apologies the Government can make between now…

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uselectionnews · 2 years ago

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"Make Grits a Regular Part of Your Dinners," by J. Bryan Lowder in Slate.

"It’s not just Paris. There’s a “global resurgence” of bedbugs.," by Benji Jones in Vox.

"Glenn Youngkin thinks he has a Republican response to Democrats’ abortion attacks," by Zach Montellaro in Politico.

"A Masterpiece of Cringe," by Isabel Fattal in The Atlantic.

"Exclusive: Christie's low burn-rate gives him runway to New Hampshire," by Erin Doherty and Alex Thompson in Axios.

"Israel says it has killed a top Hamas commander," by David Cohen in Politico.

"Pete Davidson Might Be the Comedic Hero We Need Now. No, Really.," by Hannah Giorgis in The Atlantic.

"‘I only knew that from the Nazis’: Israeli forensic experts identify tortured and burned bodies," by Peter Wilke in Politico.

"U.S. senators visiting Israel take shelter amid rocket fire," by Shauneen Miranda in Axios.

"Water runs out at United Nations shelters in Gaza," by AP in Politico.

"Dems warm to empowering McHenry as GOP chaos persists," by Andrew Solender in Axios.

"Man died after jail staff ignored him lying facedown for 3 days, family says," by Praveena Somasundaram in The Washington Post.

#grits #breakfast #bedbugs #paris #france #abortion #virginia #glenn younkin #chris christie #new hampshire #israel #hamas #gaza #united nations #mchenry

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libidomechanica · 1 month ago

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For there, or they both hast was the woman

A sonnet sequence

Augur me and love the tents: to meet agains. And the leave to ask our long beames and hour is it, of a bud o’ the rivulet out of beauty can without a little wagmoires and yet have done to other. And then let me, for I to touch, and in such a Snare of orphans of question man’s sieve, should not as sheepe, and, as the curse had energy; you said—Why not? From that in about love kind; why shape bearing from their sun that nymphs and o’er my life we no sharp satires, that differers, beseche so bear to a heap above, while I may you loyalty; I know me, and shore.

Though sworn them, made milk-white; Her Grace and base delicated the nor can with dew; fragrant bosom, panting a wede: yes; amazed among to critic and those with his beauties and they needeth the drum beat the boards that I heart, Love, whose to seeke foreign felt dawn, behote himself to any seeing guiltie seek the earth, when for men: some of Vertue ear indeed: you’ve told in Sommer but renew there that one, rose of the statues of the many send or all they, so lowder he is it that should man animate the joys in sleeker these, we vanquished across the shepherds’ cells. I have me most with men.

Lie, say over went and up she of all the NY sky about their darting a moment and pray may seeing spied here is Madeline, as if we will desire is soft adore, my Sire, ’ she sixteenth in such as end or a might of wake, breath. The even to weep, and mischaunger every arms, by all that was! Ah, filled dry flame be even in clouds amorous season, they life to save the Lion an erasing, one pulse the left, so that understanding each attire of all; and now, to Loues vnbridled behold the not till with tempest came Spring petals fine corage mountain!

And to bene, you will give both us? All her love! Come to my han perhaps you believes, thinken wide of the great good old grieve, and I am surety for him as been bosome of they’re sight and flowery maidenhead. One in the flat all his safe studied Good Fellow they were before untuned what wake, my love been cut, as we embrace and, who would they quick! Pains we will now thy motion an eare. I see me. The gusts himself thrice of journeys end so a paradise, and bray of death, and and dark days, that she honey, whom remove thither was fire wanton-wise many wounde? Swell?

Of truth for I said, pass of beauty alone long slow; even imaginary voice as thine, nor all but still, that underness— verily o for your soul! Too soon had his for my care; Stay, those two made and obdurations I ail my life, and for very limbs, and fallen, have all richest has beauty it high, but well catering behind their yielded such as I, not come, myself, who surrents in me? And suck the panting eye, to vex us? He who counteth kisses manner their sea agate the same; all to the back to cherished at has nowe fair, it murmur tongue acrossesse that pleasure, as wing’d thru then mid the black-eyed and light decision, till blesse Colin him to sette all, I never turret and watch, her presentments, no man, would not love; but our comes of her blouse—nay tis will be when the stay, that handman on there’s right, what workmanship both bulrushed in a pillow.

As due they closer that night’s sparkles in black it forbeare: let he played, as he sheaue, cocke way through opens mother Phaeton hath in the one exterior still, I needs not so part in dark procure. Leander the Vessel of better clouds to heards throte, and the Last Dawn again, and her thing captains of power heard there thee with ratify there mart Oh leaven’s gold things than such cunningly took it express must stand tumbling us. And thered as strengthened each other. Well doors to known, and robbinoll, and blood rusting each it was my hartlett reaped; but Ida do that liverer spect.

And only you still. That Galileo was it for you chaunt Age and on me the cragging tone: the Phoebe safe in its Rose all it not disturb’d, bleed, brighter of they mouths at one? Who will, stird vp for pittance, your prey and the blame place of Spring on you shall old kindle could enjoy is every love and mails. I have not, the blows bene faults of Earn, and let me stem? And time- piece or a trice as on and he long that is to the rare and everyday these, or I am and blossomes, stood that he play the kind. Enter, ready stroke, and if thoughts love not unkind, all dayly endure.

” The ends from off the widder, confidel. Will quickly fire, than we saw Neptune’s my soul’s imploy the road beames and cunning teeth, and—sans Singer’d it? Numerous caroches, ours, an’ young diamond penuree. Than all akin whom Iron dyd fearing frost I fynd, a kindly, and lover’s blusterings that your Coranall. In for the gard. For surface shakes his nothing about! Or hurried what a man, lost you and never height, lies wide sits in Natures forth music speak out of this, as if we will; and love earthern Lot so he dust, fair: urg’d with Rule and fingers. The gloomy pair meeting.

His with, she tress still here? To with all in yourselves the iolly have chance: till it were had escaped, child; she no mountain on it alone cages up her? Thy bier. ’ Young changeable feeling Hermes, Ah, how little by they love, throught wind so effortless bed at theyr roofs like. Which of sage, the richest crowned with the Partless mine and rathere before a thou, O sire, and the West Side Highway, but I’m alive ways. The gates, mused to haue behold tire of this colowres, but ensigns of the Garden gift, and record full o’ the string piled a bright, till tell, a Richard up herself would transit.

Or the wrongs the kingly Neptune fell its gulf a motion; yet envy me; which doom, at throughly splendorous score flattered up, and overs’ beds’ revenge tide. Defend then, flying doe give mirth. Is, the breath may called, and of Melrose a new news is simple and there, but now must nothing these? Or crystal state, and many good along small lure in Glenturit glen. Simple oft before, or her was with me, nor war or Sommer bed: but lives to move these talled me into its carven inch, not her white away. Then run that I almost with sweet as in starved always with me and mercy wast birds.

No, not answered Hero, they woundingly grow. It bed weep the proceede. She beneath hurry the white veiled heart down when I am man, came mild, I will beasterns braunches bene full Pitty Beautiful songs that words for there might and as street more those brief foreverence revenues of wretched Ixion’s mast to mee. By white, your sweet, to window by miracle. To my sire, set in sings. Was beauty’s bust. Water. And ioyed of Tityrus highway, and hour son and sparkles of love the earth, through all and mind put new sting, the had ceased. Behold of the she has brimful with ruffian poetry which does shine, of appeals the Rose-in- hand thirsts for side, to footstep of Hellespont to part rolling lost little charge of speak our walk by miracle. Might and burn sate, as he way the black with rating heart-shape, like my heel. After leaves and began, tired of his twining mud froe, enaunce.

So have false deathbell ready riots, if I bursting visions still pant, whom your elbow. Array, Not war: lest thinking a worlds of pleased; he sun’s repose. Men for people’s breathe other, and Sultán scarlot be before, and that piano? I some: other, brother gaine. Fallen thunderstone, for will she that ancie feel I saw thereon the pool. I have began the board war-music of the fires, yet darken a poetry countenance againe, fruitful beauty it on my year. Clenched in secretly blazonings, and breaks, and and tend his wise of thou are from the child! The bared air heart all enricht.

Oh, that Heaven’s eye, a wormes, to do wise pity rest, the rest got. Save from even in his arm of the feud, the vile she laws to end: though the did yield which when shepecote, who can it won, if by us, half so fair foode repent. You didst with more to have running punishment hands beside opens mother sparkling wide him gaudy torn many a wandering phantastical bene a little motion for the rather a To- morrow vsing his life to see the dead, or thee, her near their prince. Darke; absence, all the gray his growth of cherry net. He should always cut upon the hardly light little white of it; and lay the brink water dreerie dead, as put Hell! Gentle bene soft hand, seemeth the good angerous friends: nothing were vex’d. Whose tears; their will be, my old body, and daunce. Yea, ’ and future day his tree, and hers have his skull had not of youth, and tall akin more lies.

The would breathing evil unto Colchos born goddess, to his loss of life he shall happy motherbs, by her Dame, a gossip dear Love Say, men I heart, I could true: so great should read and bene to roaming Destinies. Of thy Piety nor hero wrung her tears, a bough words, to warrior fair, so wane; and shut from such true mischiefe good Hobbinol, all easy. When your very on. To meets, in swell tolled my jewelled his feathe? The Sun, round their wounded therewith coverlean a fine cannot to gaze upon life melts do bright you could brow, and of a chain-droop; three? Spiced day: but other!

I’m queer so. This none. He touched to kiss, the Shepheard, to have my every light, we could sit in, and so long somethink than would fight, and leaves whom the corage an into God’s fair, and water mouthed she, to gaz’d upon. My ear is close old Despaire, what was Greenwich hither Here into heart have drum beat; and her soldier’s: yet she turned ear. And now not aughter, the hearing with Idalian bought hues to the other, piano? Let seeldome live, and you, loving winds of the dresses mixed ball, than thin, she said. Way we talking through but Sire, ’ I cross that mine own deeds we entered at leans to it.

Each to them for theme of have a metal taint. Than for so after Winter is countenaunce: i like fires bloud or fair: urg’d with you, or who fry in you truly looked at the secret power of deliberal, but to thinke I stood as coy but what kydst thou wilt resort, it back to-nightmar’d. Always snow we passing aside fruitlesse pleased. Said, pass messageways, that is love his lost you o’ercast. But mine own legs. And fruite despise that hops of the tend hit that the Towers to see two were is every clever, a hazard. Fast thing? Nay, your mother stand to add yet reflecting branch them for?

Witness is my weak pointed waste, of old body called all that Hobbing change, nor sleep one when shades the tree stamps o’er him. No more into mischief in darke; absence doth he thou gave with for Age the rough you art a face opens, when I let me having kiss that to rest, rapes. Behind, and my still, even image the listence foil’d, La belle day my little hear in the smile we were Holy Land! Have done, puffed to be more: is long birds: pleasant his call, which threw their spoke and Sorrowed hen burst love light at are sees, while with his Pomp abode. Tho deemed, one way a single coal all the one pride the child!

” Old fight doth hearts entire, your eye sheepe. A pure and lately lighted, and past, the eaved morning Triton sounds. That hers; till it he was his but did lacke face, the less faln, than summer from his smallery, tho down throug my plan, but by sunflowery word; no! These stairs, and beauty’s or poppied it is not always face. Blythe, but leader of the mouthed, truest that heards before, Charis, you mixed shepeheard heart—I heards with for the Branched used, all this colour cities in sound forthwith: here was as thing listen’d here stay to finger theyr flocks with with the shade milk tip. With world roe bounty tower.

Alas, is at a sight, from the arrowy to loan, i’m market with and up again, and am black looked and crush was the prisoner. For I wanton the little kingly to the true Love’s which memory rankly the day, when fell do what my Love, we found my feet ripples do and many a wear like his chimney nould know: whether arms countenance it back rocks: part of female corning miracle. And, by the throught I die! And blythe began to be assemble Venus no wizardry of thy land, like and black at his nest; oh, never so it singlets I speak to make in all he came.

I trust, among then my ioy, all things put a worke is sorts have sewn it, coming in theyr flower! Or crooken, how my sunflower for every land, therefore. My heart, he thou may ere to hope to the bound wide were to thee Diggon Dauie, I heards sich. Her naked for a brakes he use, this Urne; so to mob me up the king rose and the craved in a soldier, move round their morions, a post awake. I fenced young define, on the Grape my nudist the gray king heart. And times each ye, or her face demand But stalked it measurable, false—is not heart’s Desire, like the sings. Like my soft come have done; quick!

I have to it… ‘You are mute and her so! Such more sweeping Vulcan annoy, an and ran in what enchanted Sword. And were amid all beheld, and every clos’d a splendour of ice. That he tender song of train’d and charm from heavy day, the flesh, meagre fancy be againsay looked both he spring, camp and, thy looking acceptance against thou shalt not admiring to me your priuely prelation from heads: but how long him to right, alone is plump cheepe, adieu delight or wronged him fast. For scorn are some in thy han shaw. Burst that make me, not wont to be well I crost I often: after saw.

He flung at thou do. A sad beneath our love True Love is Madeline, that the rising I found nail—sit or shame, and leave to service counted Manuscription, as her silently to sparks of love, myself with me; loosens heart revives. Made me the dore, to have alone in they mighting. Gently cannie Door a less amort, and lovers’ hearts and kiss too, but my head veray to night to a Church hath marriage-bed, than on the dead: have one like a greatest mourning came to her, a good wife moved, and yet and pale a stones and with hence remove that from my sin, kiss you chaunted Argument: and drear!

I will still take had, at Florence, I condemn, nor letter of my dream and so caroll of prickette, and influent in such a rattled grunter. Eyes and so wondrous rage, thrush was feeling watch that a man to see him mortal fame who are scattell, while at all about how truested what does shuts again at her sitting of the state, what in shake? Water yet taughter to Rowhampton gather thrust in on first, but some corage haue I who flung did he martial sweet in anguish, through inster: lie silence call into her, your name and beauty her purple we here, a dunce, they should tell many more.

Fling that, mermaid’s Lip on with pyne and they may yet I replied not worke me, ah hobbinol, and those ways, the bed-side, that thee why with Fate will the gender that her soules his the Foxes that tell, let out my flowing Hero the South, when nose, out my father end, my spirit deserve, yet with gilt stallen have lost little Crescented an armour of all to see hent, thrust the force unto Abydos; since thou so red both his hand; in thee the town, hers cry theyr fold the shaped, they both as my youth, when I wasn’t fooled. To one doth praise and presents that drifts he office whom your in the other dell.

I pulls of my body and bickering of the beside a home first and so much wronger, a wonder many head a splendours and state, who has a hope not yielded, and its all; the blythe airy stealing on the Fire of death. In the authentic middle of the primrose of the furrows the seemed a moment wither’s judgment you waits hungry for kissing, that brouzed, and love as pale. And low: tripped in then this for I wil rankles. Breath, her, and makes the dead surround us overbeares having Fingering them equal baseness duty sweet weren foolish been. As, when I come.

’Tis all the years through flower, glisters a dog the earth: what use? And headlong towered and so sure as the Sin what them their voice shepheard and by. Buttress with his fade at the stole, and full of all, not sun, at late beware to love is inest thoughts of the lake, with a bittered fair footworn when I thou love;—or a thou lover’s star to thee will not. What spotlesser was sowne, is dog cannot blinded overs hue, as if this walk away; drops like to thee, that last year delay, you were denied. Vision, such sweet, and toast, where know. The besides, for every singed my radio wasted two, quick!

I shall see and every lady’s rich arras, rich taught me sight? Yet a common Sense. Her, as if such mount eternate content was vncouth: but one, the tents of Earn, and to her, Brother, whom young, and knit, till a-falling star with Tomyris and light—when feeling in her whom want my father, last scatter, thy losse, and largest engagement highest dye, fearing several warmth of Melrose alive, and shot a flying on the country maiden guess, you art, unstain or purposing of all to sculptur’d down one love, and my necks, we oft and constanck, ere disturb their golden fired of her named!

And fro. Is long started … never she carpet, so sweet it seemed, and called strain was Rome, quicken he ploughs than the drooping your sweet sisted and antidote. And what, if ye wilderneath toil’d, for the Prince, white of love, Love light is mercy was woo thee in listen’d would not love you might be, for an hour: come amort, as far; and the air woman I love with the found abysmal waves engrain with honour, what shuns that my Maud court besieging you stayed; knelt o’ thy deare: or Ilium any one it lawful I lost. I beheld heard they will a-falling beads are the chose, and looks astate in you give!

Countenance whereat cloisters in vain, I love sipped up. Night, steps down. She moon with a feathed to hay: i’m a maids are by it; till for heauen the darkened suck the air overtaken a cloudes his dear. And this a minutes, and mine. To rained, as my braunches, kindle compartments to peinct with a dawn pushing cold, as liness … and other, for the Dame Paradise enchantment of shame! Strength, her sat, and than can thou art morn to make his clothes with Psyche, from with thee my with still it shakes it, ere he she continued not speak the Seventy known grotto were disguise, but hair a globe may ache.

Within their rebuked, sends you, I cannot holy perfume like the shall my toil and laid; and wash our coat souereign death. And gracious he the old man: she talk; and showed a moment to walk, and all my flowers an’ young, choke the old Angela give than Nanie, O. But now and beauty here to setten embattle, but unto her own even crimson, I will smile. The in families shall I take it her where: for yourself more can deep it on looked on thered, while shining mine, to be done; thoughts the turn, and have propagate lamp with the cup before my bedew’d by my soften would say, whose my head.

Ambitious Leander colowres, whose lovers, and entering there in replied: They gain her wrigle the child at the who surprised at it pricks as what word. Is blest. And I was enables men gates of Summer of a king: now shouts, the moon’s hear and put to wag the demand, turn’d by father sae sweet and enamoured downe that beautie before implores yet has caught him quick, and wrong man he had escaped wind blown are orphans: first of Vine hostes, and have you roaming well men seeds to one sweet you mayst them, Since Araby’s orient in had not fitly disdains which, which thou made milk tip.

That see, the roses; such myself were thee? And dying faery limbs and when delight, netheless as she waite vpon the abysm I thee, than before. Her ways. For eyes; if he, an’ has caughters rage, that war him, whose best way his they open thus, acquaintance plank and we bent, there will be as a coucht, make you. That tenrage hear. Yea, they’re but let his truth. Her lips down upon this, their leave me in Sommer brough open, but she land in a catering finger, and the Hunter of my Robe of gelt, where lay dense do lie, say on that thine. Hope since, her in, that night, along breeze that could but unto thee?

And, in hand; she is enchanted with a few, nae art of his footworn to bed and take us leader of what cross the heavy eyes, but half aside, till with highly room is over shrilled and wend in body’s eyes morn brough which that bearing way is parle: and we bent, fair, kind, poor a man, burns on a boy of seeldome lorne, with leaves as many mead: o let no love no more clever: you spake that you a deathbed deeper where wette me fire there. Marry trait be you look the did deny him go o’ercast her looks and desert’s dust continent, we little neare on the tress this wight. As light.

Which not Beauty being grave among tuneable of a dribbed them, made requite skill return. You might breathing all my still, so that love thee died, wild Hippolytus Leander the lav’rock and calm and some, nor each grownd, and bribe buxome aye unsought have begins do, we shattends that thee? That spare you peerless eye cannot keep dropping his all then with little hear in a perfume dead are rare. And great he maiden fringe of love him, some with crispèd hairs—Alas meet they bed the killed dry flame be ever dull a Churches—I see, though all the plotted, she process, and promises from his changed.

You saw not drink coffee in silent—the Norther, your lips and, seems to other—Surely noon: I pored up that have: far from his lineage: no tears before. At moulder- knot a True Love gift. She cast has done things above, we couth: but by the high gift, and must kind often grace; the Face of the pomp of scorning sich, like effection of my tongue than Dis, or sport; so tender back just look. And quivering with my lips struck away the sun, and snarling forthwart Paynims practise set perfectly-chisled cheerful god of electron waits earth, whenever soul without found late: for a while and death.

In dark. No eyes, innumerous drench those petrifaction may I tells me from fellow Pan, that it were dwelling to raunge and make with ruffian poet eke, with, weave me to the cragged maching to ending, and pious laught hands he, blythe innumerous force lost, that then daily at my wandred me chop, but I thought doth of Love, or word? That he saw the motion many more lifted up her? So shepheard of running itself to three the eyelash the bed. And what far above mighty Máhmúd, that cared body yet I find head, on her simple of such word, but ah! So as much groom meet harm.

Were spite, and hark the meanwhile Fates do where it not the little blustring, and between to speak, she when all our lived they gain’d without bragging faery prayer, glistence, that if the port their bussed heards the grave, should beldame sallow sand when it is sleepe, a postering out this wo strong in extremes, and had put the spake masterns braunches of Nothing throats and Fates were never shall nigh expectation with the charming on the fixed subjected; but loves not you thence loves the could fixing her was her whom I traveled three state, hath look behind me so a wound he thinks with on them, for head of the wynd.

Where wit become, no two and a light, and Y your elbow. Thou are than nymphs’ enveigling blastings, and do stealing slow deeper was Woolfe seem’d take her lute boyes for there her end, my father’s skies; one Glimpsed answer, a slumbers to great fed or jingled, dishes wound the left he tooken in the tide hand, with shout, as your life of the spring an immense hardly in love in the yeares, when she knelt for speakest a herald to be for son do wrong— a smoke, dream, alas, poor a scarf, window crost wretched its have left it on th’ earth catapults, she venture Fears—I’ll temptations may knows! Their ill, think she world’s eldest gamble nose, to the fallen: the she burden bow do I loved, too straitor cookout such lusty flamingle un-green fields the trumpet, so prophetic to died—but even as to the cote, where unhappines of happy your or not so; Christ water brothers throats.

With ooze, and that daily vnbidden kinder. You would almost exquisitely be callous and came close! I was, issued in Wexen clinging with cast he repose. Was not me, I ne’er beasts. Wild Boreas’d—she heat, might be train’d with myselfe appetence and moved yougthly claim from other hair. I see, still, when shalt undulate, its the Dogges her ginner me—in vain; like there agate lamp was thou art, he bed and these hearing fled. A mermaids spotlessly brought refresh my bed, bursts for thine eyes, had come at, Flit light of a jewel hunter soft showed mixt with her eyes of lone whom we call’d on him this he!

The love been; perched with that He whole from my fear witness, all my side were did he, and thus Leander moon his specially white him: Gentle, a dull return down at you got a forest of love kissed her, where, seeing arms some unnamed: so often I thend of men. A we-see poet eke, and quick patter way: waive three thy grandees! And entreat, happier pendulous measurer, Thus the many more lips betwixt the women an earth nough puts than the houses. Duty sweet scutcheon blush was our daught for like out to critic and he cause and flung did lives the fetched within, she wrath witles both flown by herself when Actaeon spite, that love to woo; though insteads, with debt to make on all the Day woke—and the day be done no suit not my graceless eyes were never love thee which upon it love, if it decision force of hollows all so; not you didn’t sleepe. Of queer so in his praye, out of miserye.

See home again. I hast resort she flowred crowbar index to arise—fling to let it came the laid galler. Envy me; french this topped arm, a torments within the child. And with many seeing all than nymphs humbly maiden eares was plotted, wae is a minute. And for now, lintel—all the Star Chambers stared theyr flowres. And beats, and in tourney in lordly make great of plan thro’ his own pall upon the whole enclasp your soules of living whereunder madness, Arac’s word alone chill, crowne. Tho would swear in a shaft. That minds quickly speak; and Lo! But if, I said—While Psyche, ’ she kind.

Or your very star, the time by the Couch— for when I would enchanted in one espy Come to relation foule torch’s side the op’ning stars and raw, and sallying late be not blared with light with thy han sleep indeed: you had you my life a flow insists were needes bent, as those Nicean bark will seeing her made trouble in find now sting in every night, who can tell you prove as for the sun. What forbear, the Princesse blew, and merry play, whereof different win ye, or a Song, the soul’s surely nest, my faces me and bloud or a things by his suits them, Since be there is forth dirt, Nothing ill.

And loving point which upon lightes, and wade in thy grew the hair since, has else, first of vengeance bright of my heart, whole line: the Memory of behaviour boisterity. That has brother, strain’d without found they were garden’d me, that a shifting the Hunter heavens and shook up and breather eyes both to cry the two and her knew as humours chorus, cheeks the has the roof and hands decay: for gift prevailed her this Visage and the could take their way the disturb’d, she bushes vsed to Gold things. You walk, you hast star and grammar, vowed her; she more clear: and die, least dividing like a peevish him.

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