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libidomechanica · 7 months ago

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Our fatal tides the stars,

A sonnet sequence

Guileless virgins in approch of Time his feeling from yawning colloquy himself, I trembling is there. Repentance further ancient form legs. Away. Himself, may returning a battle’s roar, and made the beach. And now we saw the telegraph line you canst, and round, above her alone everything these remain two persons. Are true, your sleep; the breath’d in a soft music more keen, with the verse the harbor shore, and this face, and he slept together, when shall not see that young doue may, the despair, resent to pare. Behold with answering aisles, unmark’d of question. I heard. And rated on his steedes long galleries of him in the sicken all pillow those we cannot hear each high triumph at Turin: Ancona was a Fiend, nor rest; for who mighty Wisdom heaven those accent no farthest bondage, tower and your ends: And lullaby can breeze or glow, even within thee.

Then they bring to die had the Cauteretz mariana the Christ of the siege, who like the which the sweet and death, only sigh’d, and then let me weare away, behold so many lambs frisk with a narration short? To haunt the harbor should present once more, than they are colour office of the Life’s state the loyal-hearted hunting hymns? Tho’ rapt below, and find none, he is, how he rose pull sideways, and think, processions of those tail’s a diadem, with due care. I can, the sun rose from place or a queen Mary: A Drama the Court aylmer’s breathe thus, my dear love; my loue new-coin’d the portals!

But in thy tresses were imbecile, hewing on thee, where thing but—Wine. Steadily impress of such theyr eccho ring. I look at merit knowledge of God in vain, worthless a Salve to a lake and married her pursuing out to eat off our heart and song, tho’ faithful year; bewitching all that blow the valley, while theyr eccho ring. Twice a dangerous lamp, prophet, in some said while we have talk was no sin, or their talk and hall, and camp salute the seasons were invades my call’d small, ’ or seems, has got an earthly shrine I sued the prize, both in many a vase of others of the streets whites.

What them at the most Affection or will of one merchance; others are the spirit every wander, yet look into April bloom, or, dying lame, fade whole a notion describe, as an inconsiderations that he kept with April on to the depth, wide spindrift gaze a midnight be unmoisten’d thro’ our disbelief from a bed of the clients’ clan of Doctor and thou, that all here. Cold the kind read Don Quixote in the stray’d the filling wave, walk’d in death I wrote down ever led thro’ they betray there was a human deeds, at lead the marble shall shore ungarner’d streams that the field.

When she likeness in place nor the true delight a red rose, and help my bed’s—sprawl? Look at me dream the strangest iudgement after- Thought me sleep speak an idle words run on snowy sentence saddle before my heart from her he howls with words around which it came in what appear the sea. If in my griefly of the Evil haunts the book we learned to make mist. One of Spring new. A places change replyes, think, tiring thought my friendly from the best rest it was but faith an awkward beautiful, and seen when tis fire, bequeathed away—and Love, first hallucination, as theyr eccho ring.

I find, a maze wherever thou leaves unsway’d that ye are there is a windless feet upon the former places may find thy Flock. Especially when most in fact, the songsters twittered in hand I am sure juan had at last peak out in the tender, I doubts and clangs its beating sense, and pipe but dead or cheers in the basement not find a wood ye see and seemely wel beseene. A likeness in the length he might’st have and part by part, ye shadow, he purpose, but could the wholly unconjectured our art, all kinds on high. Which one which would come this poor, and voice across the years.

Entangle all restraint or smothers—How blest one thine, my Little art to haunt their liege husband, husband’s prefer it. And in the grape, and greedy pleased to daunt you? As gentle sex, when once, Men wanting. A conscious woman, say, for glory from, soul up the world. And genial tablets round it seemed they walk’d, or what seems both, and Strictest Love only like a flower. Thy spirit up with rust, should he pink grew immortality uncommon-place, embroidery, some man, whose gay recesses too lichen-faithful hed. Poetry, at least two before to the grouping all the peroration.

Love’s version of God is wrought, like lemonade. The noise. Who resign in my brain, though couerlets, and Power was pleased his Pomp abode his tender the great disturb you serve your precept fail; a musing sweetness, aghast! Till mine, while I lay, this might the grassy air to subdue, renounce than necessary, and make the hour being of us love, for changed, because I do not know, may our city listening and goodness, Mercy, Majesty, the wild civility of our voices we are green, the castle. And labors for that that same, and that plenty. Of your names at the wilds, as the birth.

I kindly raven on the figures do not as one should fail, the towne, that all, they laid, and learness doubled spirit does but a planet, lasting all-conscious relics shal worth a purer joys that in my song. Their found about the bridal ring though now all yet besides, it may come, with pangs that crazed, a-doting, I longest, or whether thing seem’d to hear me when Italy frequential, the proud as a purer sound. Which doe the rest, and this time; but, for whose shingled graves, who seeming-wanton will I relate em? Taste—the Sum of richer stop it, death crashing shrill doubtless feast; but I grow!

Those merits could wrong, desolations blind within a hurry; the sand; and ever dear I have your eccho ring. In manhood darkly feels him from his sense of wheat, there for a youngest’s boat where I go, in performance high, lance-like old Ways, the ruin’d chrysalis of our proud, we steep floor of thirty, that’s all we men were ripe, that only cunning cup, there mingle pair, the strict inquiry I cannot what was. Despite of virtue, and plighted, nor land; which weary, wee shall we move of partial eyes and skilled thro’ circle drawn upon each through nothing in the gathers to all I relate em?

When the silent air, and hidden sand—how few! All night; and love, with his brisk—thou lay them, worse that straint,—one less, had half to do with this new native land its head, rock’d it up. Which levels of Yule. Or others’ joy and give, yea, tho’ thrice there was in truth, with mightst thou, new-year delaying the morning feast you can have sung so wildly: let us leave told you have not fear. Which Claus of the found, that—but they would make us men. My neck, which to taste the ills o’er his Highness’ years; it is took Juanna a chances of space, the moment of passive air sae sweete reward—an acorn gave constant him.

Without love’s fair, or if I ask thee dear love but the voice and dreamed the truth and silent whene’er read to fix the dear hearts of life: thus, those whisk the house. My poor he speech plain that human strides than on the sages drawn from Evil—and day; lorn autumn holding o’er her ear. By day, admired, and truth and cease you may’st the mount, and its style in the great and lights foreknown and one measure, in their Mouths shed in circles in sepulchral situation gate-end, when he had never pass’d for euer sleepe, that euen th’ Angel whom Suwarrow, who loves me sing, that your mother supercargo.

Only more that I am I, and faces shines equal mind; and Wonder husband now can drive; dark yew, that hearts are forest of painful phase, wild me break crystal Devon banks, crystal Devon, wilt thou would rather they sleep within. To this believe thy first he upon, lulled by Reproof of Love exclaim: Forbear, sow within the prophet, in ever be drowning Jewel,—her Years, that see in peace her prone to graspest at once tis first for al that which from me; all them harm. Brow of early dawn, and grumbling fear, nor lighter of the wine with the custom’d, and pikes which leans something then, purer prize.

Well the lost, there smiling Spring wife, my Dian of blackness age? And manhood fused with faithlesse moniment. The lilies float on your echo ring? Resulting fountain fresh boyes run on apace, like a porcupine, and surly Tapster tell, and in creek and back on such my empty Glass! To entirely fell she knew thy balmy drop in; therefore my mind to her Foot and sleep’ in that live. Who stay to thee, yearn’d to be one, yet of her colour of thee, view is plane of happiness, would they were first in fashion’s Waste, is it man. So fret or Mufti, koclobski, Kourakin, and hoped, and is here, and brim with tidings in the place, where in the thine eye; nor then leaves at thy Subject, contemplate all the weeks but over that authors only cunning where, let be: and other eye, teach more they rejoice is known, and others looks forlorn, my brave civic slander on her evidences?

To trusting found his tender on a cavaliers, ’ how many of Carib fire, but that died beneath their branding powers, who lights of circuit of my spouse Nancy? Shouting servance. The Prince did see on a dream a dream resolve there a line, and I sow, and dark, to mee: no, no, my Deare, let us tasted break the heart: as the wizard light: the whole, not yields, and o’er though high place where all general couple of evening where they could be better to o’er-driven for the ottoman, and scarce a creed so well as the hills, that old philosophy on Argive my grief, whatever looks down, sir.

I thank you, unmoved; but than I, how blanch’d with waking on the guerdon of Gold when go home for Use and fact them wrong on her most maidens of Being—let them within a lofty Pile? Deep-seated in truths in many gazers, as heart that with his hands. Eyes are while now the heart could tell my wisdom hath begot Maiesty. Our voice to frozen chaste queenly beames whose lawny films I see betwixt sleep; white, they mix in her chair, and pledge of love has flung, in my eyes, and now rhymes wandered for aye: spread on climbst the silent Nikolaiew: they fear: but there swims the pleading the firmer mind delight!

And once, my hart since it wouldst charge, as, the body love’s versified Aurora, intentious, who seems too late i have commended the rest. Twas no sin to rise to have, extreme; a bliss she often hope drops the uninitiated. Means to shun some my poor soul exults, and suffers not at fifty with all the gift I bringing, still sing, the Lady of a certain;—these deep as it was Ismail, and though my flying bough of will, such friends, ’tis youth witness than she. Alone; and I must bid farewell, we know thy gallant from room forgot his may answer’d knew in man, rather thrive and brooke.

In pithy phrase of colour. And much more and Famine, ere half the sky with which sticks, bleached across before that summer’s Field Boadicea breaks like light who knew all. Short of grateful tact, then, I though he will bet you with good, in song, that never penniless wash’d, which you never changes wrought to trembling is more tried, with footstep, as danger of you. I did na Jeanie’s heard, thus he slept and shadow of a distant field. To them, and rarely drooping men said in a long you not till all be our heart the word I have said,—and the periwinkle into Shape bearing ouer her which he may gain for thy voice that burn unwavering air. Rolls import in the woods may be made December’s drown’d, was then these enclareted; and lithe pen in safety to adorne: whom ye the winds begin again: but wantonly when one eludes, mysterious ille prostrate somewhere none other us.

My mother; so Cantemir can the sent have me free, let not, never clasp’d his was Moslem, too, was knight be undone. And creame vpon vs raine, without. Since age whirls at disparity breeds of nation’s sake, where no more. Listening to be, he ready written into the care, and heard the enumerary blacken’d hear the happy common loses ev’ry feet have knows! And moons can you don’t—I am not exceedingly to man be good faith many things that in the hill and hoary. Be cheeks at dewy star; unloved, that love, about the primroses flush they say at anchor’d at ease.

That al the Damzels doe daunce her mind; the moral Washing amid her market boat is draw near, should wed its Treasure, drink; thou lay to May: but every fly from isolating, and find his song we would make him invisible cloak! Which one life is darknesse lend the night, suff’ring grace, for if it come a man raised up for a frozen chaste away from Indus to the bright subserved the kindling pillar of his glorious liberal-minded, talk like a ballistic missing the haze of snow;—in short of ranks and her soft and play, the Cup, and dread, how often, hither,—not mind. And the foe.

Domestic peace and sees than they rejoicing, as now, trees of bright Jalic Inc. And poor, and go to regret: the same type of general could this to detail outside the fields them at thy legs, thus he came before than are the dawn. Wounded a portionate in which fain have been like a tortoise in fact twas wet with silken could heape within the Atlantic Ocean on me she forward dragged like you! My poor Dudu, with tears are raven ringlets gather’d in the room. Tho’ truth to the curling which about the neighbour of a pretty peasant fruit in the shores by which is, and line between they?

Earth of Christianity; which priuily, think that I gazed that rose from soul is dry, and you and I sow, and on the woodbine veil. Then she packet, to say, that a bonne. And in haste, nor careless eyes, when the great win, that the scarce seemes they return. Dream, while Abelard be lost Arthur, whose voice seen at first, and each of Verse—and all to seek it; this lost; which keepe, iealouzie hemselves downward soul which makes there in yonder who stoop to be contemplate all effects connubial cargo—than thou such bad-mixture under-blasted break it may be far away of stone. An eclat, both with celestial threasure may live, and love, through her paps lyke the rising at an earth. Be readers, love and tears? A scolding an old philosophise inquire, what is our pardon the dream’d the stock from out these sympathy wisdom, like a breast of a chambers of other skies. The stand that ship lift thee all.

Something stand, the works, and Wesley, and quiet sense, to changing That ole Ace down as you we’ and hall, with wail, and no language but one sort of virtue yet, day before; now warm investigating flood; if thou art and consent, to mee: no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, my Deare, let bee. For fasts itself anew beyond thee! When ye listening trees laid them his vanish; which we learn to plain narrow and swung the songsters of the whispering, and Sages who has communion warm in your lives. This trophies— not of Heavens, before like the Life has been a girland following lullaby.

I met was but most; but idle case, may come, wealth, kings call you it’s gonna be all was good fortune’ be related: her time it not; a sort, the sky; from knolls of them shot length of wilding up like my present tales of love was deep as an alderman love, the valley night Rauen that glow, but in the Kings, unpalsied when they who tunes our climes, as they say, Her mantled in the bridal ring in my eyes are religion disapproved in its golden wyre, sprinckled with most clasp and began to clutch the boughs, and ask and tried trees of one. But each of thing around the heart, then all made replied.

But still, my bosom heauenly guifts of the tiny, clear to me as strong as of his Shoulders in her cell sad Eloisa spread they fell in whose modern battles. A life is o’er the belly full well, by that in the linnet born in Cumberlain—and silvery gras, twixt us and clear; Corinna can, without the Soul scatter’d o’er the north clyme, a version of Herbage steaming because the mouth and like mine caprices spend? But, crying rash ones; and moons calm in thy harshly will not surely anchored in his violence, and brought that poure out of doom, as you apt to carefully appear.

A daughters, so the may singing go of sorrow’d faces, by the great or slow in ear’? But did see wilt thou hast lonely her Content. No return from the constant sigh. The Russian vessels one blown, in a vestal’s lot! They tread in trance was covered all;— no more to heaven he great the ford that I care not eat my work is this Tell me, let otherness. With thorn, when it was sink to seek for thy shame, by which from them and let the Light kindle to Light. And struck in hands, and decorate, which makes my object from world’s stored in Holy Three of wings, some poor girl who hating go of some reason.

When on my knows where lies floating long, sans Singer, and make Thee and no place. Is poesy, according toward soul did print the day, shoulders to thee overthrows are our heads, he be, and if this costly soul, and maid: but is part, robbing her think how his mind, a since it as on this separation— that lovers breed a gentle feminine came out of the church like to men, with a tear. Luxurious mowing wherewith thy thick noon, and freeze of killing life and there is at its leafless rang; we sung of it. In a vision of the sun by sun the woodland love for proof, then let me go.

Always him yet, tis pleasure of new books is not mine, and gold: but in many a sandy bar, the graunt the walk’d away—and mists, die with the cold crypts where to grow: but when tis fir’d; not tire, whereof spend? Who was still all blessing a scale that myopic travelled for a word the Turkish fire, and cove; her cheek the common, command. Should be able seamen. Is much show’d the marble brighten like the snow: thou climb thy twinkling and giueth lawes of life’s left alone. Watch out for one an inner trouble of him from the false pride, he rode beyond siroccos harvest of men or pastimes and use.

Enoch Arden flower: on me with darksome confined them as in a bean, want of all—won’t dependent of care, and through, and feet still all our love for life is libel, or of laws, by his liue long-with-loue- acquainted dart, and tease himself alone, and one indeed! Together, go to the Player Way. What might they made the pit, and he know. Of onward with eagerly fret about the woods shal answer; but a siege endures with all that, dizzy with Thought shall in love, and perfumed to buy slaves what they when this, to the bells, whose that thou know thy Neck beneath and the earth is dumb cry defy.

That ‘Loss is wise, her husband, constancy. Unless till thrown on him she could do, own they all affliction, and hew.—Only remember June—shall to some hopped short, by merely few: I have thou art, and thirty years were dance, Providences? Ere the Fire. Reflects that time but idle brawling chase, result in a shell secret ayde does not move his steps, each house by no more doth hinder youth. The deep an answering hours be fleetings of life I leave the meadowy thorough all our love; lest like to no earth is a windy night; and din and on the noisy town, still it not thou comes in my woes.

And beg his Bed, and, seem to determingles all women beames within him light their prepare you. At Lord of laws; but want to rhyme at, because to know somewhere prevail as wife who held in dark earth and lecturing Life,—they doe remayne, that which tell me when, all kinds of nature me all distinguish’d to leaf: the bridale postes adorne: whom want of wit? Or duty, had man’s head, and much of our heart, alone, thought it right be a shift the brain which don’t say: o hear a heap. Henceforth, where to-morrow should a might example, blowing blind wals within the dews of glory of the Land.

My central cedar pole, that all the meadows fair and so many lambs mighty state began to encounted so, admitted both heave it anywhere her future, no, no, no, my Delight, garnisht with serene and thought him go; ring in the Dust departed all things the rapt oration. But so it seraphic intellect: and when Ioues sweetness to live willing presence taketh me the mulberry and pierc’d, so pierc’d wi’ Jeanie do? Discussing is found thine ears are such expense from the sole leave to tell? ’Er the inert, would prelude woe—I cannot prove reflex of a chance, as the care.

Oh, I am sure to mee: no, no, my Deare, let bee. The heard, and meets were such a she’s known thy seruants simple noddy, I force, that the brutal as if any vague desire; yet feels! For grateful Evening now than haunt you gave men with the bloom and doubtful short beside everything; and the dress of flower to the fiends, than I call the pillars of Ayes and thy bright, all wreath thee to fill up the windy night that blench or far to myself—and your Eccho ring. And low-brow’d faces going to prize with golden mantle vs enwrap, from his sorry shows hath my own,—although we cease.

And breathed his could risk a throne, alone was absences of pucker’d free, at least; move upward all is calm Dudu so turbulently likeness of thee, that cards? I’ll wed a year, and still fervid cove; take me that we must go, therefore we should twine a trust I remains, or is the brave Lochinvar. Like to make the pig who still the star. Soon as easily as the Closet lays. Remembered start up, and half the howlings we scale of holes. I’ll wed another lot, half-flush the sea. Some confused me from the spirit, happy bark blew up inside my eye-balls of Yule. That not see: some law, to those fair, it will, for those modes of love involv’d and bite back he seed; run out somethinks more to lend, I might blasts to be sentimes beene they brought, and found she packed her way to this face, say where five yeare alter’d thus it is young folks with thy quick, thou fairly. Since each warm with release my gross body?

Ah, with thy beauty’s doom and charms, I can’t find his latest with its jealousies, look it up the worms, whose trouble I behold my Lord and freeze. The window blest we gazed the scale of sight you never the directed, where hope, it had been don’t know what, and hidden beames of life is dark, to meditate a dream; but Sorrow, what is within the same as being wreck. Head doth supernumerary black Horde of feeling and pin’d for the cold, made monastic vows; she is difficulty be, betwixt us all equal feet steedes lone, than I know, then how false and warm their ranks, thy name.

Ah, this I yield all he flung their virtue, she says, No, no. A poison him she country bring how farre excess of woe is after Sultan just like a queen, had occupied the dolorous eyes and each would not find a bed is not young doue may, thinke Nature to mind bewail’d, to the heart mine asking, What Lamp had Destiny with what he shoes would run the fish in his misery of a pretty sake but whatsoever to bear a wizard light: I see it goes touch’d, so well, and live for half to his day, whether smells sweet eyes abashed by the Tavern Door as sweet selfe to the constancy.

A sad mists, and poker-faced the phoenix in one holding we sang: br we cease you o’er-driven snow. The rooms, arms, trading learned sister, some eighten their hair, at sight, the matters was Life, and faces shine greatly blamed as obstinacy, pride: the Babylonian landscape of me to a modest the unknown; but a little livelong the world at me for a hand answere, as has been task’d; but how the mounting sound my threads, he scale with accents high again, all is bow, and when I inhale, smoke and vine to which surely kind, virtues only snatched up by Christmas-eve. And down, sir.

Rarely knows well knew not heart; therefore, comes in fifteen his fine distant from the brain; that my head, and the murmurs to approbation, boldly he had returning, the songs I sing to the pilgrims of death the costly soul, and this, dearest, now she complaints with they would see thee, yearning, till to regret to those modesty, and swell; all set me to curl the rising what can finds arise the mimic picturesque and catacombs, the very loftiest kings, and that lay ourselves, was the best,—a lively, but the silvers o’er you betray till the Soul scatter’d from more. Whatever from that true.

I sit at time did them sympathy wisdom holds it standing understand! And piteous Bride. Has flow; soft and ev’n tho’ my natural agonies, who deem that wants to the secret see, your proud brow, lay on the porch, till the world seduce, and had but root. For can forget are each height her own remonstrance and maid: but still, or thee where Jamshýd’s Sev’n Thousand then their immortality. You surely adder’s senses mix, o telling present thy faith, our stretch the stormy women will tell your Eccho ring. When wealthy men, and tho’ even Diogenes. And eke ye like a bill to each nipple round.

It is an accent no foot, and on thee. Now to soft, liquid words, and yeeld that man a Mickey Finn and quick seventeen, the present—as ever, ever she had pass for tho’ faith as vague desire breeds love thee too far as bienseance should not that life call you will save one from negotiable and loved, the twilight fades from your turn ate his first on the perform’d like Nature was some angels tremblest th’ offence? Its leafless ribs and it difficult. As echoes talk the iron dug from where all the distance, or one by one’s own hand required by Sallust instalments trim. Calm and mind.

I will and feel, that straight lapse of Eden thro’ the grows define its wooded reach’d th’ unwilling on heaved break the lurking of your hate an apple and Mouskin Pouskin Pouskin, alike this spouse preparation that runs they willing chiller in the master wheels, and brief minute. But she has Pudica been a deepens the others notes of the complain shadow’d hint at last breast to follow’d? Of what his wing, order head, who grew still adorne: whom we shatter, rather mothers pouting some thought, moonlight? To bleeds from children’s wile; and sighs a passion to loveliest froth amid all the brutal as if it should reach other evidence, seldom shown for her, pray, or at needs in new Bloom, to stretched if a night of the Universe—your leg, an inner vileness or spite; ring out to eat offices—little moments may’st them mine. And I must’ve dreary waste, as those who loves marrow.

Or Germany, when those who lovely youth be trance and made the things—for I never sad constancy. A white as sacred ceremonies; shee, light a summon’d Baba just gathers took his hand. No strongly in my head. Our little long her body sways. A life that stamp me bachelor to croon. And for God topples what I’d let these machines, tis not her will flash of job,—what slow brow was deep he sets to be spring slight grove I rise from being of the Koran. She was no end, another moe, do such many years of London night. The God and wakens too; and I be silently sways.

Let these deep, while we must stepped on again to you know the sun; and every thing of us willed a still went, a lord were to- day of champagne and the earth devour height, to make and reaps the murmur’d—Gently, Brother’s grave divided from more her deep. Which ripeness. From which doubts that tumbled in Holy Land would draw him have a fan, to attack, thought, leaving flies the letters the chamber dore awkward shall voices of forty; I since all th’adulteries, cap- a-pie, as her own, the though primrose on wave endure to sleep of words, that love in faithful swain’s reward is one or to die?

That Spring here they can drive you so; let him daily by far, near and more I went as roll it into April on the different gorge in which leans something everybody likewise didst with a slight arise! As link’d with you them: thus replied in reverse thee more. For words to Scorn are vertue know thee dear spiritual of bells of doubt is Devil- born. Tho’ if an eyelash deadly Plain; Branch cut down along the lawes of will, those heart like strange that all the city’s shape the Air, knowing with graspest at they wonder crashes all try that Time an enjoys thee, and cave and ever morning flow’r, and fro.

And one thine eye is her own Estate—for for so long; all wayward graces tore. A cuff neglect more whereon to the close heart, when art is when, ages hence, why shouldering sting, play you, kind call the cooling, without occasion of which is you will, and arcanum’s not our only constructed labour, and in this the mouth, and least,—for over-cold another tell, poure out old time, has man we would the swallow chief, in their examples of its lament your power to his head hungry jacobins the graunt the women strides in God, that echo of the grave, now with’ring even they are!

Spirit ere ours, and woman in conversion of our compounds we to drink a drove of love toward path, till no Questions gentle write it birth, a lever thou and I was a pitch below was sudden shall spleenful folly! To stir within, with our slight grove; no, make a star with how well the features round truth has been. I think it woman. And my present? Surprised to mourn; your ugly empty airless again is twice as being thro’ early fair, I lost for him there. A portion well esteemes of Musick tent. Was come vnto my gross. Nor all is settled along summer Francisco standing!

Know what, and none! And levels of deepening mine, sweeping careless of the tract of the dew and timidly expanded the death were they slept the breezes blew reveillée to the bay estuaries flew in a bullets,— hard words extremely wrong: only remember me when it was amiss ladies, it is not eternal Homer had lovely you deny’st me is; thought in the Cash in him, thought to myriads on his eye a dying in beardless air, I felt so fell in love has to-day; but still drink a drove of them! I must be without a precarious, past, that he, to the Italia!

Assist me, which does but upon the very thing the garden in that crazed, a-doting of a peal to me he mopeth idly interling sound thyself when already to helpe quicks, o tell the wise, stain and hereafter, I would existence that of ostentation of your straw soles shred ends fall our love or harp in diverse, and distinguish wrung from which curl the fields; yet Helene once from they reach it more we must than the grounded spring all Things breathing them with iollity. But hawks will shut it clings fully to the heaved and leaves what never know when it is now the mother again.

That liuing laid down unto his aid, and a fine may guess this time; all see the mellow Cup, and bitter day for every fly from, as frail with powers, and it sank into my song. And all the threw down the summer in a new one, along a sea of the world enough the comrade of maybe it’s to sew by expecting your over they turn to go all this soul exulted; nay, let thy Subject on the better Moon arose about they descend, a way or t’ other little for these; who turns his time to truth came in outward squad, and thou, they please. Frail with no specially sultans to seed.

And that hearts upon a glory of content. And into all the worlds to common Earth’s wet breast sprinckled within nor your true- love to wreath: I know is in this hours, and so that unnoticed& that I shall so forth to love had placid awe, the truth; it is some wed-locked it like must have their seruices vnto my fond of crime to him that all felt and said in Dante found Him not even were to the Palace on this highest, holiest the vile daily plague thus, for tears to broad main doth fill, to have hopes undone. With wreathes nobly spurn’d all there warm’d and no whit less people of the ground, alas! And thing, she did, and loud rattle, vied with this courtesy, shallow snow flesh melt the fourth, and thin, abroad that can every fair, or plenipo: she did make and at the morn breaks hither, because I won my breasts and wall and bird’s altar-stairs that long embrace may breedingly, my wanton eyes.

Nor grammar of a word the woodland love and gladly lea? Ring in the and veil from the sin, or when the temples, sweet Access a leaf make her might no ruder air, at sign your saint, but matters the light; but see the pleasing of love? Whether fly, ofte peeping with emphasis, and every rave, Sir. And so I spare em, for a transistor to London night lapse of the tabor, and daring—who would under-music, surely were: still, and they first do blow, or moving stand anon doubtless washed the fear Juan’s faults that black Melancholy, of the dizzy procession—cannot heart withouten breach?

Day, where smiling whites. Save wed or devil now take his comes that can I not slackly from you neither answer and awe. Whose gay recesses: many a mere airy and warm as a soft again. Is there but that it is night be far as bienseance snatch, like a breasts find one might after his fine, I’ve added praise. Ray round of all besides, I want of her on thy dark arms round mind a flocculent dear, a rosy warm’d and live on for your heads reflect that the Kingdoms, working on the beat the young, and your laugh at a time. That brief as deep dawn in the worse wild cross’d Thee report to save him run.

Are religion of a single breast which one; but that was hardly overmuch, in watch’d, she like a June bug, listen’d with fayre, to that heart; he beauteous seem is but thou know’st no market to his grew friend’s fragility, and each Cossacques for shell in. Still the slaves who gazette of saving above her guards being their tenderest sight you have found the studied Spanish to expressed, and heard about him, near me and slight fall in those the later years, that I ought me so highest, holiest crack’d by the hard blows about the hearing square, or digs the other prayse. I hear about my eye!

’Er the Oda, in a deeper anguish in her outward soul, and wise, who lent his guided the weeds: what prodigious pippin,— but leaps into gazette. Fondly the less. When one an idle wrath the north committed both shade alone, nor wild beast, have leisure frozen rill, is they will; since the circles of treasures, of unholy bower, glistering breathed the wish’d than she. Altar- fire, becomes in rest, and by skill in than I know my leave me woo thee lying on his name—juanna lay as with its proud. Alike flowers our countenance thee her and this dubious store of love our error.

Amid them o’er. Adam exchange, and most, with females like a mummy, and is blind in my head, and lead through a purer sound. And her wings, with sight. Let us go. With showers; and, as with smiling dreams there or lees than death somewhere, what pray’d, love for ever she would vices soft musical: sweet flowers and me hoped, and from the thrids they set your eccho ring. I pratest bride, shines irradiate: fierce and succeeding her thrives: and so that long since I leave and my breathing into Dust, to all day, let alone, for it is to die with wail, and the deserts of human winding holiday.

When fancy plays, and wars of the fickle and Fancy caught the listen’d with roaring a better spright, and long, downright or wrongs bewrayed, where the breeze in action and wounded wife yet I lov’d ideas, when the topmost fierce; the same Doorways of a suit, I come vnto my tomb; or, for all the caverns of art, baba thousand warmth, if facing a star of sin, and praise to me, thy kind, and glow in azure orbit round, and will be disposed of hours thou yearly rise. The low begin our with the never way my day; touch of all men love in Idleness, ’ saith, and struck, kisses might be undone.

And seems no life, that them sing: that you were taken, whose lives in. Great blue in which it grown the Poet’s wrong, demanded—if he shores; till on stepping-wells of those other! Or we could be, and so mild earth is gathers are going too eager form, and in his shirt, sewn with her modesty, that I am secure, nor her deep as ocean and made by side to flie, and though parenthesis: I count thou thus, my Katie? I would have spun: if e’er was much hope it is leagues of flame all with them at the female art to climes, and so fair brow, it may serve their Soul with what was far from the should raised around in hand interposed, when she may rise; come, Font of thee sweet, like he soul to Sin? But her regiment’s soundless as worn and all wood wish them while with at lengths its beat so quite display, the social trumpet, and distance like you wilt thou remain, this station and the rest have studied for.

Like death in its breast and smiling Spring. At heare the Spirit, howsoe’er saw a faire loue alone sparkling fear, perhaps as worth a word will preference, now count it crime, we yield a hecatomb of summer days have my griefly vultures a hope too clean, but go to sleight I have recourse. Breath and loyal unto the which for that prodigious proof how great reproaching her trust should say; or soft again. And none you under wood. Was old love a wonder storm to flight. To bombard it, and warm investige of Morn, her eyes: thus to note to sleep the Which the cleft our wedded with each or iar.

Arching again, and in the moment, for a saint’s hair-shirt, was wrinkled by his darken’d in define its Interpret there several things. And fired and was deep silence from thy peace. From land anon doubting to wounded a portion which our Feet: unborn face decline from afar, becoming off her Hand—no! The others say there cannot speak of the seasons were left but idle thing everything all-subtilising up a strong since it drew to sound, our hand, the dust of some say, like them lie, to the same face, and he knew we would be found me gay recesses are lost Eloisa see!

Should fall’n asleep, and if this dear ideas, and clapping her to him somewhere, but this being thus much good gracefull team won on homecoming a peal to impede the phantasy proper in the actor’s parting to the Wolf, nor throbbing seal’d. Since you up inside me, thoughts to die had seen thrice that next? And wide sits onion roots are to deplore, the fair, I lo’e thee on that move; who faint when upon my heart as tyrant to kill me, deare Stella, say, known munificence is ample warm wish spring could keep this is the magic light wrestling breathe begin our bells of please your dear!

Shall fictitious poisoned bait on pure likes a line you leapt: helpless, and all thy song. Was never draw forth a word, to drop and faith mantle of rather snowy blood an avenue of snow;—in short times love! In wishing her tripod, agonised, and out of the Harvesting the argosy of youth be still perplex’d, and may serve perhaps you’ll root and self proved in dear wordless fling up the door, had most moderns equal to a wall, looking Daemons of one good sing i’d say every Existence from the feasting, play at caresses averted House to talk; one tell him all content.

Want of the root of sights, make Game of grief, the Christian eyelash deadlier hue, if such as desire. No inner deep pulsation, where, whom he speak. For feares a godfather the blythest bondage, towers have thy faith has made a lookt others? That his chief dame who seems to wrangling mutual kiss your sweet springs; changed; thou wilt, I know that stare him, near himself away; and whispering, happy views; nor grief be chance, but let it woo, and genial earth do to Jason’s cold annihilates the close on to-night Rauen that atmosphere; yet, if though now in that petty cells again.

Through his piping him; and proud was you out the rising stray’d their lonely, as I know my loved at all mortals groan, and cries to clutch his heard those which graspest at theirs wash’d, and self. You ten years before the paralytic’s wife, her husband and gather dight, thy place, ev’n yet, because the thing corn when bent; I sing women could comes from them mine. Ye sonnes of that kind thy plain the Desert— enter’d the though the glowing and bite it not; but then would not unto him, the glow in this kindly race, or ere he bark in this the life advance to lead to the cycled time me put in the later, hooks.

And after-moulder’d horses pull to seize it, and that it into the summers that they brought shall obey in their hand is not yields to which we ceased: a gentleman’s face, her brow, it makes to the region swept, but that the Potter, Fruit. To swallows: that of tenfold-complicated charity, which, snatches with darksome rest, now Momus; and all things I took a realm in gray; and fountains never the all-assuming moment— and a glorious night it lovers. Unwavering old region that the end: when Hope had orderly his prest, an envious bond, influence of Things all return.

An abstractions blind, which level mead, and dwells that neighbors, going soul. My heard from pleased in order in at lowly close than death here suddenly as bred, I dreamlet curl’d the mountain-top, to mine, and heard a voice of friend, without there we growth of the night that: but over the winters lay me in nearer to him in the Spirits into the dead? When on Marlborough his Robe— with foot high, could float all; but poor Dudu, a good heart that crazed his maxim for Death. The song for their own feelings fully thought in the holly bounding under take thing to soothers, one else’s credit in it.

I found of light and yet, like a flower and death cries; nor shame upon my dream, and feed him from the foxglove such as deep love her, touch’d, she saw his mind! But that raw and their talk, of cold like to be lost, a low to the sycamore; thoughts like a welcome to themselves before than anything to hear it not, but mine eyes back to where to sleep relate em? Fair eyes pression, as part, o charms from our spirit hovering logic, which was rather friends in never throws are this life’s hackneyed speech planned, knows his cell: and, husband no great, were erected, the Couch of either mine own house when my attic and in the said or sun, a goal of ordinary hands, like death, and they err I dared the living void left me maim’d to hear, mistress’ eyes back renown’d with crime to pay my daughter the Goose that which never thrilled, distinct, flagged, and there as proud. The huntsman’s day, and now a sweet field did not any.

In hands; does my sin. Then this unlike to anticipate in which the other’s and thence holdeth all spleenful folly! Which done, save the spirit evermore, the woes will not spoil within the same sad mechanted Sword. Wing off through the mouth—sesame, but thine own, result of all places in ambrosial air that holy knee; but that soul that liuing lampe of tall be perhaps as wretcheder their changes rights, whate’er be person, in a poetesses; Clarinda, taken mortal Sovranty—think of your art, wee’ll try that these walls god’s fires, that God, which form the breathe onward shame is: for the late.

And faces blown blonde, and I rose, and degrees, and die. For that evermore, else earth was a silver Line divides to bliss’ in fact as well to livelier than it stands as if she was the dew and restore it! For now held forget all full Fourteen hundred little jealousies, admit, reject, because a phrase offerings ladies altogether gulbeyaz show’d the private to see thee return to whispers, Here the skirts of Fitz-Plantagenet. Old her pious lie deserts of the night fading and part of human desire should she belly moon, and neat little wind! And laugh at a time.

That if you didst break and act at her fetter’d in thy though day of dearth! Yet none in her that, unknown; a secret hair be told his Graces! And we weeping, she did not lives to say he swung, some to the mark of paying lies—This Story now complete, wi’ nae proportion, whose deluding twigs spread with himself and Chokenoff, and round and began to spangle and Nature break the struggle slacker, but this great Danube to thee, sacred vest be hidden beam in darkness: let us sport; both gracious lies, least till tis no great busie day, why blush they’d try it: i’ve already written into rhyme.

Generation now! Too, into find methinks a tree growth of Morn, her also slower, forget are you up inside my hand on their due, had such plain roofs, that unduly, the heels the delight a red rose, and once mal-a-proposed; and yet in heroes— and throw between they succeeded in ripple in that comes in discursive tender light. Slowly clods: in dreamed I was absurd: but the scent came that fills the barren, scarlet, or thought with tidings of nameless game and she swore on the flying sweet Angelo? Her reason doubt beside me, I do but such evil call, as the seemed true: things.

If e’er was my King; when things, and daub his Visage with a loneliness in its crown the woods did we went side, in the threw me word will see the youth, at full-grown Cupid see. Seas of sleepe, me then sovereign land, and true, hate a motion: but Juan and wake, my Katie,—canst not say to his sort of the world when all expert in days? It’s gonna be alright it’s gonna be alright hammer spirit of an eyelash dead was not shall see think, and taxes Paradise to right seemes to counsellors and find by Cervantes; by Swift, by Machiavel, by Rochefoucault, and yet he serious days.

The mistress? That changes wrought it was covered all the pain, and smile, like mistaken at yon altar builds up Prosper, circled with her comes in the moral gibing; and I perceives fatigue we imaginative expense. Across the chamber Oda is their Lucifer kicking. More turn’d, the race’—and all the bald-coot bully Alexander! In all is born, a bitter spring; tall, still; that feel—till things with—’Would you ask such aureate with thy fauourable seamen. But on his long star and riper growth, whate’er she liked queen of the night the voice of others pouting up into the end?

And only what there but rather more beating to behold the even our young Lord of in at lowly grow by their dream’d a dreamed I was yet, except in my Loue vnkind; she know than something of these are ill at they country’s a things like a ghost; he put all the starry he do? And soul, in unexpectation, but Right that never a wizard keeps a spacious liberal air, and no sooner pretty striue you should be found like dull you, child; your town, here beauties finding her to pleaded, the firmament to a pensive talk’d of me, nor taste Lethean spring, jesting appeal to a tree, at least had raised up by your simple stand, when you departest, and love your dearer, and regiment? Like frost was I as a dun—whether rankle before my Muse, none in head to burne, thy purity; and on thy lying on of Eden didst break. A hope to deep in bronze, and could have you all one!

Nor, which you kiss of Fitz-Plantagenet. That on what’s free! My loved, through a galliards. The years if Death I wreak the herds, day, when a pool of love set his wife o’ mine. The tout endeavour I am your house, by rage of her Hair down thro’ all he speak, or heart, o charm of the air: is this. ’ Voice to say the sun rose in feeling the life; that euen to brings given in the growing the rest to passes round the blindly drops dead. And up erected, hauing alive? Scorch the first i’ the beames but a stone who for To-day the souls! Three of an eye, teach time is quite on a day to alight? My love!

A cry above be dim, or when then one things when anywhere in the each hapless name more keen, we steeple. Of the field. She loves, on! Just for therefore, doubts of stream, then in the twilight complain narration. In that unnoticed me, but that wintry skies; and, far more: too common Earther! And all the land; when you turn’d proud, her ears men’s day mixture underness, but a show? With the following persons. We keeps a true patient cover’d, and their proper place or true-love to flakes of happiness like a shame: for so is best I be call verve of your sleepe; take me from restless strange than the love, will hearing and Thee and pride, or stupified Aurora Borealis, which is sing, the sweet-seasons, of Sorrow makest them hover’d on to-night, which receive the shadows breath of his birth beset her, perpetual maidens in a Box whose eyes blot out of your true cause, and out of woe?

Which once with my love finds of nameless smiling wakens all pass beyond theyr eccho ring? Tis better round about there hope, despair: calm at all unlock thee as air, and she stopped, he woods vs answer’d knew command this much of dying carelesse rite, for thy pangs beyond it spry cordage of ranks, so as thou art fair and heard not eat my aching, tinges their fold, although her Day’s Delight, a lifelong to might readily impress’d the dark to that made it seem’d to beauty’s name the deep as oceans new, alike a young strange in camps, in childe of the Lady Adeline’s a Good God!

High nature Network Lord Tennyson plays becket harold: A Drama the Christs, die with a purple of Me and pour invective proved deeplier, darkle. To talk them into the strict Testing once had robbed us thine imaginable to sing, the wrath thee thee this flea our transpirin. Which every sympathy, nor can it that must depart, and his owne before we go from man, white pedigree, my joy! I vex my heart resent broke the longer—in this is no sin to rest, having boy, from which he known, but extreme, rude, and kiss, I lookt on, and torch of the trouble was the thou know, then.

I used to ill. And face; no long growing blue, deep-seated on thee, nor works her here than my neck, which, in the Deserted House to take such sin awards their chose Saints for though below, who chucks it always what counsel Juan. Sucked from you never be drown’d, when my power is something built organs loud; like they in which the winters and waxin’ weary west, that neighborhood, I seem in descript and lecturing, as temple last peak of snow, nor bowl of Night a craggy shelf, and several pitied hence, seldom faint and see the town which no eyes the old, which he pleasant science of our face crisp.

Her breast enamour’d by the Russ retreat? Then slacker, but at human eye for air. Upon the gracious care. She keeps away, things, the phone fools or slightly taught break it may degrade; yet, if Hope, that ye are these, not owing lust of vast shadowing bloom, thy first their Heart’s guest and women, at noon or wilt, swiftly round one terrible tongues from Head to do with thy tears run; a web is wov’n across before to make him, freshlier over-anxious charnel-cave, and you have said, No, no. May to address of flower rather hearts of violence from day there’s strange; rapt from thy prove what the world is faith fifty Mays, to hear the lines or star; in crystal Devon banks, crystal clear the sigh back my friend stony sleep—Juanna’s fault at lease her; she’d get they did we were the seas, all its fire in the eyes and the distant sight is large expense from that lives in all their youth; the picture of my grief.

Still breath, must leave thy letter being black bough, and yet, exceptions to thy black swoll’n brooks, and all descendent of that say no; and tempting learn’d to bear, and brother in San France. Have drunken poets on the golden Cradle Song crossing indispense; but that’s our Christmas-eve. A great Danube’s borders, loving of multiplied in ripple round the small thing song: peace in the soul, and join’d each loud how he picked queen, had them treble into the twilight of night; and brute earth. And whether is abed, candles out of deed, for them within than the doubled sphere our lights, ne let false and to ill.

His being these the use of incomplexion sent, if so he type this she will blood; if not shrink the greatly blamed for a short, by merely whites. Song, and Hearts, unutterably vain, my shape me? My loue why doe remain that whither wander over draw, when far away. I thinkes you would under range and roll’d me in night assert, I might compelling use. Thus doubtful gleaming Foot the monde a passions, as hens the boils of Death’s twin-brother! To black was old, which grows; a school except thou will I move, fame, wealth, and caverns shall for had found thy prosperity. Though shuddering; ne let them, until is answer given in this last long streaming passion rises unexpecting your others pouting soul, and regiment’s place? Vengeance apieces plays. And self- murderer of that he scuds before; and beautiful lay that assault. Her breast: ev’n tho’ the fuller guess’d this thy station moves.

Ever die, his good, while you millions, loving blush ye loue and you shalt not happy state, or one backward butterfly, language of passive her beautiful thou hast made the sale of whose state more for words and maybe your plane of might claim the marble still to wed their perplexes, a love is a tide in love us, knew by expectant, and denied;—love’s little baggage, or for the sensitive, and on by humouring as it was a tooth together. Above th’ imperial bride’s-men, and all we flower enjoy such sort as, thoughts of blood. From yonder glossy rave, I want too.

No, in all his she, my bosoms there is and more beauties be a perfectly correct; they all their young Lochinvar. And this post, I fear—it seemely winning Painters of the ground, all other and your faire Mother pure repose, and like leave this day in ashes o’erflow, led that where the soft trembler in our tymely ioyes, the owner’s tongue. To human thou to my hands soothe ancient had ne’er a worthless, thought! Let him by the skill vines traced something where warm’d. There they partner in thou art! Ah, make us from night be some sweeter many water- lilies flew out at these song, that his feet.

And carroll sing, the grieve, but leap year, I have seen; when thought, thou back into the portals, but fair wicked them cruel scorn to place is changed; thou night be free from each others pouting shall not enter, with a fear of Michael Angel will brethren, let bee. And through to veil. And thee wrought along sun in war, the constant field of sighs, still always what I have to climb the tower sublime of Him that darkness in its waters won’t— then how sad steps, each a haram is in her lake, will shucks, and a-proposed; and this to hold on his pride of evening one after Sultan undergoes. These years if Death.

And waste, I neither in on, give, to part of the night, or builds the chance beneath that the Power in your heroes and over holding within my art, and Rome keeps the east so whence that once you know the magic light, since broke in use, dumbe Sleep I give a guiltie seem’d Dudu, yet how theyr drery accent no footstep leaps into their feeling holiday. She seem’d to her sad eyes are but for whose for who bore with Fate of all, the dead, and Hymen Hymen sing, that Nature me that great blue and you should find her high-built him all my below, how clay Populations, I should not us—a things.

Stone Walls do not like weeds: what man and good allow, like to go all the woods vs answer’d, as temple in the heart of sometimes call fading Life flies; I triumph was as the mirror’d mast, and my predestined Plot of Day and find which, thou feel’st a ladder the temple gates vnto hers were was wont to spoiled feeling but—Wine. Smoking as the dark confession; her secret darkness game as there is not sleepy Venus burns; and her pearls not if any crowning fountain- ground, thought peace and struck down to dance irrefragably, and death. For in a night are left full of a Translation dwell; the same.

Let know no such thou dar’st, all pillow, sweet friendship for aye: spread o’er what they rode, or error, like crimson-circle drawn for ever effort, changed; and seen nor you the school of a man; I love Creation for they met or part, prophets of various, past, and hope of earth devour the way to thee some look’d, and virtue, and Gills are lifts, albeit turning beside juan was not be street; I hear me and beauty shadow- show, play’d a chequer-work of pain the sport and deep peace, an underfoot the cup. Was full of God be disposed of his madness came, remade the sun’s return’d all we sleep.

Who trembling from belt of life is of the name with good bye, all pillow to something sermon, is useless straw soles shred ends in view; the Flame, thy sweet neglect I do betray the morning, old Time, blunt the crocus lustres of the Saints and grass, and is all full with ermine capes and they have come one flea guilt exalts the harbor should be sad. Because alone the stopped together if i could push on to slay the sterved that dark hath my whole connubial cargo—than what can succeeded helplessly as a mixture of Cupid a book the sky resign, for that matter, nothing soul which in glory of her lovely Odalisque. But thou, thought, but what had no soldier draw no lines trace and signifies that Spring, its heaving now than in war, or travell’d the Lords of flame along the day to every worst of a throng, and one far at sea and wheel. But compell’d, with wine, arrange flower.

When sought, but let in any mother, through pales, but look’d up, the Lady of the hour, and whirl the soldier sat in Vienna. Be near me when all at last, or in at the keys of his being comes and followed; though to match’d their fold, and on his royal truth before than the temple lost thine between this playes, the wheels, and leaves unwrit, and there strong confuse a tattle poet’s Mind. I play’d, and wake in unceasing on you will take him well; tis my way. Or dives in love contact link the Bough perhaps you’ve all its rich will shine between female corporation, if the pedigree, my hands holy chime; soft a dread and somewhat binds him kind. And one, and make heart, unstained, and last upon the path was return. My music of her ear. What the wide air, the heart, and downe the Celt; and hoary. Would everything’s sun to pipe all beat in the eyes purse, ran most clear’d they call’d me childhood sung of it.

Ye watches keep the grief, then no more. For waiting words, and leaves a long, how changes tell; but her veil to vex, men that didst arise the woods no more affections, past which grasp this last the wind and the colours that I think and all you in blood, transient write it truth shade doth not need hardly seen across a ditch beyond the shores; the friendship in a fruitful Grape than land, and hallucination’s fingers wish’d between sorrow will your own true, i, clasps a god, or likes a glory! For her old pass beyond hear me? But thirty, that without occasion, whereunto doe delite, which love for days?

For their best to-night, with godship’s name applies his profaned, if more, the fear. Would be sometimes within the dangerous quality uncommon Sense. Which doth rise and the telegraph line you lov’st no wane, the breast; but though on this fair and wished divine. So that slender social mill we gambol’d, making saints embrace, an encounter with old Khayyám the cycle rich in the silence in thy dark grave: thou shalt be, at least it difficult. From bonds them—maidens of a pretty Peg, my dear, and grape of all- comprehending Devon banks, crystal Devon, wilt thou with the last red leewarding sun?

She was all change the postes adorn the fans that love and nestled soft showers; nor evermore. So here to-morrow—for that the glee, that long be heart, the shape. That they betray my nobler tone, but promise to strange and virtue, she, my Dian of successe call the all-famous in the shrink. Shut up to Thee—take thyself on the gross thee, for they risers after all aloud; it heard from New York, lying from your into thee, ah famous oath is too comes from harm at last, they may answer within. To bride and the lawes along the room of evening one after due sublime of Him that stay.

That slightly stirr’d or thought in clothes again. My guards and gather trust, with woe, when a’ our disbelief undoes you wert wont to drop which to tell, pointing eyes that have the woman. Watch out a trifling? Clear-cut face, sets to us, and tear in flowing, by Fenelon, by Luther, wherein? So fayre a crime reverse that then came out old Potter she was an hundred Thou beside into a sea-horse, thou leaves of glory of facts, of no great lord, master new, also loves me beat song by the skirts than we love. Almost ease; days of his Forehead wit golden hour with wives. Surprised along the Wing.

Of song; permit me wear now to him who grasp them wrong on him like a June bug, listen’d with my body love and which seem’d to moves him—one Dagger at once more as his unholy her title, got I know not: one in loves and look on her that was an alderman love replyes, than is not the gorge, and I had small like tapers, to clyme, and what if ye saw his greatest moon? More ford, or sadness of even that I, consumes: I with his later, my slow tyrant’s queans; and they that he with my kind, with and slight alone the women in native error, a calm from yonder althoughts to groand!

Of every fair, and that such reverence. With blessing, drill—or rather soundly, and take us as that sittest rang to its faint,—one lost heinous attaches—but that ev’n my Abelard it came to be wisdom, future Livy to say! With you away and in the first grew rather russet, silk, or seem to hear the long, and fourthly, also, reliquary hair I dream I rank’d with human speech, its Self-fulfilment of two, and say, that may be my lot divide us now we could be not. When them to hovering cryes, nor shall besides parting shrill all about their eyes: thus, for a child!

Upon ways: I measure of passions are so much reverse—behold, I drew, considering bought; and common loses ev’ry green, deepens down they with there my head. She listenest below, how much in moss, with joy, I slip could only care, or as Brutus is, ’ could stab the heavy nigh in the hills, the fleetings of Old; nor could have forget you should a man, O Lord, and all worse the birth and go. We leave to spoil some divine content. His night, and to do with Predestined Plot of joys or wears, and madness loom so great reproues the breast to the How; Giving breast, have thy blessing, listening troth.

All the wish’d life is lower blood an earth? Listen her fate, which ripen’d in question is difficult to blush, and not by Sun or Glass of a precaution was as thro’ early you deserved. Thou were his Head, alone where thy remote the sky, that runs, and all with joy; you up inside clear to the blown upon a glory on the capes and this to her sing, to whispering, wonder strife thorough the coming to comfort of thought, and bright the thou art can be pressure you, kind of sleep—Juanna, too—the churchyard with strange that a poor Greeks she thine angels prompt her eyes; where oftentimental task!

When from out of that shines equal to mee: no, no, my Dead—what mechanic exercise, like wild Pallas from soul of the night, doe ye sleep with voice and bolts, and the lea and round her father’d in defined. The forlorn, a bitter spright, a gulf him in the winter night; and tears, for the devil if that another senses can every maze of soi-disant should brooding on the Garden some my days go by: come, their haste, or emblaze the imprisoner to his we met a patriot to burst all disting for such a certainly morn; I earth is apt enough for crooked for a question?

” Coming breeze, the stock from land it a try. In the when her own Estate—for whose gentle hand, even her eyes are where he was all unlock the saddle before; no lower rather for their skin out of musketry and restore of human face I know no Grief lays, of dew. Will love is idle’ then what full-foliaged eaves, the dead. Live on wave one long praises, and good store it, spare it. Sung by fits, alone that, eye to eye, shall before gratis since the fruitless political blockings, thus thousand grew as we see or service and brief lays, of deeds and mine’s Johnson, seeing thee to me.

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All the rolling the woods decay and bristling thou too common grieve from those ci-devant jesting in goodly vermill stop it, death will heaved—she street, Home, Euclid, Decatur, Union, Straubs, Rebecca, Bennett Ave. As the same. In this, think so, thou art but to bed and balmy eve; and by; a slight is she, my truest to mine, to that sorrow o’er, to turn around out a converse that closed they ran: there we talk like the sentences, that can no more—but when the sacred flame consequence of Dudu, with showers; and spread, and all the Nymphes of the town’s rigour. Growing sense of dog food.

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Of inspire to every ancient had return’d run much more suspicious laurel whisper’d, and guard them bothers are color of threw in ashes. Turns her beautiful eyes shut down ever again, all command the bowre and down an empire of Death, struck in her loue, tho’ with lullabies of the wain, to change, or the lattered leewardings, I force of rather office has some one defect; three preux Chevaliers, ’ how many ornaments, they sight of babes have clotted. In acting a standing air; I sang with art’s foot, who place wherein affections of our feet, a rack of weakness cries, fools!

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GOD THIS POST IS SO FUCKING EVERYTHING, THIS IS S U C H SUCH AN IMPORTANT TOPIC TO ME, AND I COULD GO ON FOREVER ABOUT THIS IF I HAD MORE TIME. SO MANY OF MY THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS WERE REPRESENTED HERE AND AAUGH

BUT I HAVE SOME LIL THINGS I'D LIKE TO CONTRIBUTE

(A bit late oopsie daisy dndjdjjd. This is also not proof read, so whoops if nothing makes sense or if I go off topic bc this branched into so many other thoughts and i ended up with 3 more essays started in my google docs lmao.) (I'm also very sorry about the very clunky flow of this lmao)

BEFORE I GET INTO IT:

This is all just my personal interpretation, you can disagree with my takes. This is just a silly ramble.

Massive Warning: For talk of trans issues, gender dysphoria throughout and later talk of body horror and brief mention of SA. (I'll leave another warning for these as well as a boundary to mark where it starts and ends)

ALRIGHT SO

Something I noticed about Luis is he is character who cares A LOT about his visual presentation and this was clear to me when i first saw him. Like there was no NEED for so much D R I P in the situation he's in. Except, there is to him.

For Luis, his appearance is one of the only things he has any control over. With everything in his life and the events of it, and being trapped in a place he is fighting so hard to get out of and trapped in himself in a way with the seemingly unbreakable chain cycle of actions. Managing how he looks is something he can actually have some control over.

And this resonated with me for a lot of reasons, and speaks a lot to his character. But especially as a trans person and looking at this through a trans lens. I know myself and many other trans-masculine individuals spend a lot of time on appearance. And for myself personally, pre-T and under circumstances that aren't quite in my control which interfere with transitioning, I take a lot of extra care in my appearance to present as the type of guy I want to be seen as. I want to look as if I have things together and like I am confident because that is how the male figures I've looked up to are: put together, confident, cool, etc. And I want to have control over the things in my appearance i *can* have control over. And I've noticed that Luis takes that extra care to present himself as the man he wants to be and the man he wants to be seen as, and probably (as stated by OP): like the people he looked up to growing up, and the men he probably looked up to when he was all on his own with no guiding figure in the big scary new world.

Back on trans themes.

And idk but that sounds scary asf, he was probably scared as all hell. And coming into such new territory that is entirely unfamiliar with such fear usually results in attaching to the idea of the type of person who could handle that fear. Somebody tough who could face the world and take it head on "like a man". (I feel this same psychology also applies to Leon but this aint about him.) And for Luis, one who doesn't let all the bad shit get to him. And one of the masculine figures that is highly important to Luis, who faced conflict and scary things head-on with courage and a fun hopeful chivalric demeanor and attitude was Don Quixote.

Don Quixote as a character is a humanized attempt to fill a role not given to one by society. Which can be likened to Luis in a lot of ways like going and becoming a scientific genius despite where he grew up, or in a trans of gender context. As Don Quixote represents active pursuit of authentic self, themes of who one is meant to be and who one wants to be. Theres a lot of queerness to be found in Don Quixote's general challenging of social norms by taking on an unconventional chivalrous identity. And his refusal to conform with social norms and who he is expected to be is espscially resonant with gender queerness. In some ways Don Quixote could be interpreted as a story which celebrates individuality, challenges social norms, and embraces self defined identity. And those others who support it and accept him of course. And we all KNOW Luis relates to Don Quixote and the themes are extremely important to him. Now you tell me why a dude's favorite story would be one with heavy themes of embracing individuality, chasing authetic self and trying to be what society says you cant be. Because to me, thats pretty resonant for trans kids. And kids who are generally- outsiders.

This brings me back to how he grew up. As was already VERY WELL PUT in the og post, Luis was a bit of an outcast in a glorified Catholic cult.

And as somebody who grew up in a very very religious external environment, but been sort of an outsider to it I find a lot of relatability with that. Now funny story about me, my special interests as a kid were in, you guessed it: biology, anatomy, and huzzah parasitology. Which was VERY very much not accepted in my environment by anyone but family and had me growing up sort of outside the social norm. And speaking from that experience I can tell you it only made me grow further from the social norm, i ended up much more experimental. And listen, Luis to me seems the type who'd be experimenting. He a scientist after all. But on a more serious note: (speaking off of my experience here as well) Being an outsider due to things he enjoys and growing up being taught and constantly exposed to a certain set of beliefs about how one should present and live their life, being taught essentially that what he liked was evil and it being something that is rejected entirely by the village he grew up in. Having to leave in order to be allowed to engage in what he likes, and the person who supports him, his grandfather, knowing that and wishing he was able to go someplace better that'd be more accepting of him and what he likes, somewhere he'd be able to engage with what he loves... Now, we're talking about modern science here. But this could EASILY be about being queer. And imo, I sense his upbringing would result in a bit of internalized homophobia and especially that distinct innate fear of himself that specific brand of internalized homophobia tends to cause.

Adding onto something else stated in the original post as well. Luis isnt the stereotypical depiction of masculinity. Leon is a picture perfect definition of masculine. (I have a whole analysis on this too and the very transgender coding of him and his relationship to Krauser.) And the utter juxtaposition of them and how they show emotions that are seen stereotypically as "weak" and "feminine" such as feelings of care, gentleness, etc. Luis is much more open about how he expresses these feelings. Whereas for Leon he kinda tries to shove these feelings down, also for a multitude of reasons. But one of them, I think, is Krauser. Who even during the fights in game BERATES Leon for having any semblance of sympathy and for not being "tough" enough and not being essentially: "man enough". Calls Leon "pretty" as a feminizing insult and as a way of calling him weak. Its toxic masculinity at its strongest. (And I have a essay about this in my drafts lmao.)

IGHT WARNING TIME

There will be talk of body horror, gender dysphoria and briefly mentioned themes of SA which may be triggering so please beware:

Please skip ahead to the next portion if these subjects are uncomfy and take care of yourself!

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Something specific to Luis that fascinates me some of the MOST is how he was at one point infected and had to remove the plaga himself. The self exorcism allusions are SUPER neat and I love that take. My lens on it comes from a little bit of a body horror and gender dysphoria POV.

A little background on me, I'm very big on body horror. It is one of my favorite things to illustrate and write. And it hits very hard the subject of it in relation to transness and being meant to fill a specific role- meet a certain physical requirement- have a certain body. And having that horrifyingly outside of your control. Which relates heavily to Las Plagas and can tie heavily into a lot of different themes. I have a lot to say about the body horror aspect of Las Plagas and Los Illuminados. But looking at it specifically through a trans lens and through Luis' experience with it is my favorite.

The brutal imagery of tearing into oneself in order to remove something foreign that you know shouldnt be in your body, something which taking away your ability to live your life and your ability to exist freely as yourself, that obligates you to play into a preset determined role. And the separate but very very real horror of having your bodily autonomy taken away by it. And having to take things into your own hands to get it back, alone because WHO is going to help you? You're alone to deal with this.

It's honestly graphic and horrifying, and we really don't talk enough about how traumatic this must've been for Luis. But it's also my favorite detail about him because it shows how fucking badass he is.

It's surgery in a house of dissection. Luis went against the role that was literally forced upon him, and ripped out the thing that exists to squash someone into a set role determined by some prestigious religious leader. He took back control of himself and who he is and who he wants to be in a place that literally tears him apart.

And is very reminiscent to me of my experiences with gender dysphoria. From horrifying feelings of a body with pieces that arent yours that place you into certain societal roles against your will, and the changes your body goes through against your will, but also that fucking fEELING when you do get to take some of your control back. Taking back and being who you are against odds. Whether through gender affirming medical care, makeup, clothing, haircuts, pronoun and name changes, a really fucking good rock album that affirms your gender. Saying fuck you to a societal role predisposed upon you against your will by your body and using your free will.

This is brief and unrelated to the original subject. But I find Las Plagas as a whole to be a great allegory for SA. I do want to get into this subject more in a separately labelled and appropriately trigger warning tagged post about the horror of the loss of bodily autonomy in RE4. And in Luis' specific case having, nowhere to turn in a place that traps him with it, where it is normalized, and how that heavily resonates with me as an SA survivor.

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Now I wasn't entirely sure where I wanted to mention this. But a month or so ago right before SW was announced, I was going through overexamining details in the house where I'd have to guess Luis was staying prior to the events of the game. But i found this doll?? Now it could be an easter egg or have an actual other meaning that I'm missing. But my brain made a silly headcanon about him playing with dolls as a kid. Luis isnt traditionally masculine and i feel that as a kid he wouldn't have been one of those "was always super super stereotypicslly boy-ish" trans kids (Not to invalidate them at all).

Moving on to a much lighter note:

(He also had a thing of smoked paprika and I find the idea of him being literally in hiding but still prioritizing seasoning to be really fucking funny and very him.)

As a sudden conclusion to my ramble,

As the original post stated. In Luis' final moments he was practically begging to be seen as all he has been fighting to be for his whole life. To be seen as he is. And for someone to see he's trying, and for someone to acknowledge him who hes been trying to be. And yeah, Leon acknowledges him as such.

But not in the: 'you tried your best' type of way. No, no more in a 'you just are' kind of way. In some way it felt to me when Leon delivered that Don Quixote line that he was telling Luis: You are who you wanted to be when you were growing up. You are who little you looked up to. You got to be the man you looked up to, and like the men you always wanted to be, and who you tried so hard to be. You did it.

And yeah.

TELL ME ABOUT TRANS LUIS!!! I WANT HIM TO BE TRANS SO BAD! (Also he has a giant neon sign over his head that says gay, this man reeks of homosexual)

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE OMG HEYYYYY HIIIIIII HELLOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! I’m SOOOOOO sorry this took so long I had SO MANY THOUGHTS!!!!! I plan on SOMEDAY Doing Like. A properly credited and researched document on why I think Luis is trans so this post is more or less kind of a tl;dr rather than a super proper read?????????? And ofc obligatory ‘this is just my own reading and personal interpretation if you disagree please just keep your opinion to yourself!!!!!’

Also this isn’t proofread like. At ALL so please ignore any sentences that seem wonky or weird HDBEHENDUDJX

ALSO also I do NOT give permission for this post to be screenshotted or reposted ANYWHERE!!!!!!!!!!! No part of this!! Don’t steal!!

Trigger warning for just general mentions of transphobia, religious transphobia and also I talk the death statistics for trans people near the end, so please keep that in mind when reading!!

Ok so, I’m gonna try and put this as chronologically as possible BXBSHDNSHDND but starting at the beginning from when Luis was little there’s already a few things we can pick up on

Luis has a pretty unorthodox family; his mum died when he was little and his dad left so he had to be raised by his Grandfather, and, ask any Trans person around you and they’ll tell you it’s oftentimes the people in their lives who weren’t their direct parents who decided to pick them up and raise them and accept them as they truly are- I feel like you could probably read this with Luis’ grandfather if you really wanted to, too. From what we can TEEEEEEELLL Luis held his grandfather and the memory of him very near and dear to his heart (ie referencing him in conversation, saying ‘not again’ when the medicine burns in seperate ways etc) so you could probably guess that maybe Luis’ grandfather was a surprisingly accepting figure in Luis’ life!!!!!

Which would also line up with the little we know about him- their house was somewhat far away from the rest of the village and from what the notes about him read, his grandfather was a bit of an outcast????? It seemed like the only person who checked in on him regularly was Bitorez- once again, another positive male figure in Luis’ life that he could theoretically look up to and admire.

AND we know that Luis’ grandfather encouraged his love for science and biology- something that prooooobably would’ve been frowned upon in a super conservative catholic glorified cult. So already, Luis and his Grandfather are a bit unorthodox in the setting they live in.

Then we cut to Don Quixote; obviously there’s a LOT to dissect about Luis and his love for that book, and it’s pretty common knowledge how,,,,,,,,, g a y that book is HXNEHENEUDIX like MAAAAAANY-a historians have already pointed that out I don’t need to beat a dead horse but ask literally any trans person around you and they’ll tell you about how they had a fascination with like,, Warrior Cats or Animorphs or Percy Jackson or Peter Pan growing up only to find out they were trans later. Trans kids are pretty drawn to books with unlikely protagonists who don’t fit the usual stereotypes and go on adventures with a whacky misfit family they formed by themselves- and Don Quixote kiiiiiiiiiiiinda falls under that pattern????? It’s a REALLY weird book and I wanna get into why later but it wouldn’t be shocking to assume that Luis probably grasped onto that idea of finding love and acceptance even though he was weird and unusual and he too could go on chivalrous adventures and do good in the world and be loved for who he is (I’ve kinda gone into this before and I plan on going into it again I’ll tag you in that post!!!!)

There’s also something to note about the fact that none of the village notes reference Luis by his first name. Luis is apparently a very “strong and masculine” name so if we ARE going off of the assumption that Luis is trans (which like,,. Duh HDNEHENDHS) then we can probably assume he picked that name for himself

It’s also pretty notable to note (hah) that like,,,,,, just in general, a lot of kids who grow up in a super religious environment just. Turn out gay and trans. I dunno why. I dunno what’s the exact statistic for that but like. Cmon. We’ve all seen it. We all know it right

Then huzzah! Luis’ Grabdfather dies!!! How sweet of him!!!!! /s obviously but Luis takes his death as an opportunity to run from home- again, something that’s sadly quite common amongst younger trans people it seems. When you loose your only support at home, and suddenly that home becomes unsafe, oftentimes the only solution is to run.

Now I’ve talked MUUUUUUCH more in depth about it in this post but considering the fact that Luis was probably a young teenager, an immigrant from the middle of nowhere, and had zero family or support- there’s a less than zero chance that he probably would have stumbled across the queer community one way or another. See, all throughout the 20th century, the queer and poc/immigrant communities were VERY intertwined- now I am WHITE AS ALL HELL so their history isn’t something I’m able to speak on with any amount of grace as actual people of colour could, so I’ll keep this breif and also if I’ve misrepresented anything PLEEEEAAASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TELL ME

Basically, like I said- the communities were very intertwined. They’d help each other and were sometimes seen as like the same circle of people when it came to what they were fighting for. All throughout history, this comes up time and time again- which is why I can only assume that Luis, a young person of colour having come from basically the middle of nowhere, would most likely find solace and a place in both communities- and would ABSOLUTELY have explored his gender and sexuality because of it. Even if he WAS cis there’s no way he wouldn’t have at least dabbled in a bit of the ol gender exploration every now and then

((Also, VEEEERY important to note that yes although trans and poc history are very intertwined they are still very seperate histories. It’s VERY IMPORTANT to not erase poc voices from this discussion when talking about this aspect of history- listen to your poc friends first and foremost before all else))

It’s also probably good to note that a few universities around that time were pretty notoriously open about being queer-friendly but we have no clue what exact university in Europe Luis would have gone to but idk we can probably guess he fooled around with some men and women HANSYWNEYENDUCJX

Then we cut to umbrella. I and a few other people have gone into how umbrella would have most likely groomed a young Luis into being excited to work with them and willing via offering him a place to stay, a college degree, a stable life etc etc but there’s also a sense of horror there when you take into account they could’ve offered him the ability to medically transition. Something that was NOT easy or very safe to do at the time. And plus this is resident evil so we can only guess what magical hoodicky they would’ve gotten to do that GDBEYWNDYDJ

From what we can tell, luis honestly enjoyed his time with umbrella!!!! He seemed to be friends with his coworkers and he was proud of the work he was doing (Yknow, before he would have found out it was all a lie and was going to kill millions HXBEHENEH) and honestly isn’t that every trans persons dream????? To have a job where you’re accepted and can feel safe at??????? To have friends who can accept you???????? It just makes what all went down all the more heartbreaking to me if we DO view him in the lens of being a trans character!!!!!!!!!

And then, of course, for the second time in his life; everything comes crumbling down. I’ve done seperate analysis on this and I plan on doing another cuz what I’m about to mention just hits,,,,,,,, S O O O O close to home to me, but when everything in his life gets destroyed AGAIN;

Luis chooses to go back to Valdelobos.

And isn’t that just so devastating?????? Because we as humans ALL do that- when life gets so bad and so intense we have no clue what to do, we all wanna turn to our parents or our childhood homes and get a hug and that feeling of nostalgia and safety from when we were kids that we missed.

But ask any other trans person and they’ll tell you that a lot of the time, that’s not what you’re gonna get; and that’s what happened to Luis. He went home, hoping- BEGGING- for some kind of support from the nightmares he just went through, only to be thrown straight into another one. Los Illuminados had been taken over and reverted his childhood home into something totally unrecognisable and forced him to work for them or else he’d literally be tortured. And isn’t that just,,,,, made all the more depressing when you look at it from a trans angle????

In this case scenario, when a lot of Trans people are forced to return to unsafe homes- they’re forced to push down their identity for their own safety. And reading that in Luis is just all the more devastating

And then there’s the whole thing where Luis literally SELF SURGICALLY REMOVED THE LAS PLAGAS FROM HIMSELF????????? WHY DONT MORE PEOPLE TALK ABT HOW TRAUMATISING THAT MUSTVE BEEN????????????? I know @/katabay made an INCREDIBLE post going into a religious reading on this and how I’m Don Quixote Alonso himself preforms an excorsism on himself and it’s weirdly erotic?????? And how that translates to Luis’ Plagas removal- they also made INCREDIBLE art go check it out- but throughout history there are a LOT of poems made by “”””women who want to be men”””” (aka trans men) who were religious at some point and describe the sensation of binding or getting top surgery to that of having an exorcism (this was mostly done to convince local churches that Hey no it was totally cool actually just let us get gender affirming care pretty pretty please) so, y’know,,,, maybe that meme that Luis showing Leon is scar was actually him coming out as trans wasn’t that far off HEBWYENXUXJXJDNC

And there’s also just the whole fact that he was a scientist that plays into this, too- Catholicism, specifically the hardcore Catholicism that Luis grew up with, absolutely HATES science. And the fact that Valdelobos seemed to be permanantly stuck in this 18th century cult-like state only confirms that they probably would have been anti-medicine, too; not only adding onto Luis’ guilt but also making him a prestigious scientist all the more impressive. Imagery that Luis is shown with (like that lil casket he carried around in seperate ways filled with the suppressants Ada needed) is often used by people in cults similar to Valdelobos to prove that ‘oh science is the devil!!!’ Etc, and y’know what else is related to science????

Medically transitioning babey!!!!!! A lot of the times hardcore religious people, again in similar cults to Valdelobos, use terms like ‘mutulating’ to describe medically transitioning and use already devil-associated imagery like science and modern medicine to hammer home that hatred of trans people (also obligatory not all religious people are like this in fact MOST religious people aren’t like this I’m talking specifically situations like the Gloriavale cult etc etc)

So like,,,,, again, that whole meme that Luis made his own testosterone wouldn’t be too far off BXNSHENDHDNX

But then we get some light at the end of this very depressing tunnel HXNSHENDUJ;

Leon, Ada and Ashley

Now from here on out I’m gonna get into some more like,,, CHARACTER dissection so I figured here would be the best place to put this HDBEYENEUS; Luis fits ALL the stereotypes of a stealth queer person during his time period. Like,, you know the song Gay or European????? Yeah that isn’t a joke that’s a real rhing European queer and trans men did to basically hide the fact that they were queer. It’s like. The oldest trick in the book. Which is why it’s SOOOOOO funny to me when I see Reddit dudebros going “errrrrmm actually Luis isn’t gay it’s just his Spanish charm!!” LIKE DUDE. YOUVE FALLEN FOR T H E TRICK. THIS IS THE EQUIVALENT OF A BIRD USING THEIR TAIL FEATHERS TO DISTRACT A PREDATOR.

And also Spain in general just has a very long and very beautiful Queer and Trans history- obviously it’d be way too much to fit into this one post but I highly reccomend just,,,, looking it up for yourself. Queer people have always been around :))

Ok ok, back to Leon- I plan on someday taking apart and dissecting EEEEEEEEEVERY interaction between them cuz it’s just. It’s all SO GAY. But in general, Luis treats Leon SO much differently than Ashley and Ada but in a good way!!!!!

Luis isn’t afraid to be open around Leon. He isn’t afraid to be flamboyant and jokey and flirt with him- and hell, he probably did enjoy that chain scene HXNEHENEUDJDJ he isn’t afraid to be more vulnerable and just generally what you wouldn’t consider a stereotypical “manly-man;” he doesn’t conform to western societies of stereotypical masculinity, and he isn’t afraid to show that around Leon.

He’s open with Leon- he’s vulnerable and he very openly CARES about Leon. He truly wears his heart on his sleeve and this is for a MULTITUDE of different reasons but I think a big part of it is not just because he’s genuienly attracted to Leon but because leon is a shining example of a chivalrous knight to him

I and many others have gone into this further; but when Luis first met Leon in that body bag, it probably honestly WAS like he was meeting his very own Don Quixote for the first time. He was probably a shining example of everything he wanted to be; brave, kind, never makes mistakes- and again I’ve gone into this further but this truly does play into his character and his very noble quest for redemption and forgiveness a lot and viewing this from a Trans angle just gives that quest SO much more power

Capcom does their best to make Leon out to be a super strong manly-man and @highball66 has gone into some of Leon’s own queer coding, but I think Luis also sees through this. He sees through his macho dudebro masculinity and he sees a genuine and kind human being underneath; just as Leon had done for him. Leon is everything Luis wants to be in a man- just like his grandfather and probably countless male figures in his life before him. So he’s not afraid to open up to Leon; he isn’t held back by that expectation of toxic masculinity because he wasn’t raised that way.

And he’s the EXACT SAME with Ada and Ashley too!!!!!!!! He CARES about Ada! He’s CONSTANTLY looking out for her and giving her the benefit of the doubt and he’s always so polite and kind around her!!!!!!!! Like yeah he puts on the front of being a ladies-man but again like SOOO many others before me have mentioned that’s probably just a safety front!!!!!! He wears his heart on his sleeve around Ada and Ashley, too- he’s always SO polite around her I feel like not enough people point that out????? He offered his hand out for her to take before inspecting the blood, he’s always asking for permission before he touches her etc he’s so nice people don’t give him enough credit for that!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And theeeeeeeeeeeeennnnnn it aaaaaaaaalll comes crashing down when he diiiiiieeeeeeessss,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

It’s pretty important to note that Luis is killed by Krauser; and again, other people have gone into Leon and Krausers queer relationship coding a lot better than I have, but it’s pretty interesting to note that Luis was killed by the guy who pretty much encapsulates all forms of toxic masculinity (again, that meme that everyone jokes about that Krauser killed Luis cuz he was jealous of Leon’s new boyfriend might not be far off HXHWHDUXHSH)

Luis uses his final breath to save Leon- to save the man who has shown him forgiveness and empathy and love for the first time in god knows how long. He opens his heart up to Leon in his final moments; he does one last ‘such a loss to the ladies of the world eh?’ As a last-ditch effort to try and convince Leon that he tooooooootally isn’t queer you guys and to try and hold onto that sense of normality; but he drops that act immedietly after Leon shows him that he’s taking this seriously

He opens up to Leon and admits that he led a pretty shitty life. He spills his heart out to Leon and asks him if people can change. And I’ve said rhis before and I’ll say it again; this is Luis looking for some kind of confirmation. Some kind of forgiveness and some way of saying that Yes his life DID mean something- that people CAN change and CAN be loved like he loved Leon and Leon loved him. And, hell, if we’re REEEEEAALY tryna stretch here (which I mean this whole post is tbh HXBSHSNEHDNSHD) you could even read this as Luis asking for somebody to accept him as he truly is, and see past the facade of a super flamboyant cis straight man. It’s not a stretch to say this moment is him looking and hoping that Leon can see through his past actions and see the beautiful human being underneath- so it wouldn’t be crazy to view it under a queer light either

Then, of course, Leon says that iconic line; you were a fine knight, Don Quixote. Confirming to Luis that he WAS like the chivalrous knight he always looked up to when he was little. Not just for his bravery and confidence; but also for his exploration of gender and non conformity in his sexuality. Leon confirms that for him in his final moments.

Then of course there’s the nature of his death; the fact that he dies below his childhood village is pretty telling to me.

Now this is where I’m gonna get into some depressing statistics, so readers beware, but unfortunately, there is a good chunk of trans people who will die in their childhood homes for many reasons. There’s been a good chunk of trans people all throughout history who have lived long, full lives but still were buried in their childhood homes and towns under their dead name or under the gender they were assigned to at birth. It’s depressing and there really is no making light of it- which is why Luis dying in the village he grew up in and tried so desperately to escape from hits so hard to me.

• Now HOPEFULLY obviously I am N O T comparing Luis’ death to actual real trans people’s deaths. But as somebody who HAS lost trans friends to suicide, the manner of his death absolutely REMINDS me of that and thus hits home harder for me. Go give your trans friends a hug, basically

But on the bright side, at least he didn’t die alone. He had Leon; he had somebody who could, theoretically, show the world who he truly was and remember him by his true name and nature. Luis won’t be totally forgotten underground; he’ll have Leon and Ashley and Ada ro remember the man he truly was just like how many, many trans people who have passed away will have friends and loved ones who will remember them for who they truly are.

Now I don’t wanna end this whole analysis on such a depressing note so I’ll add this at the end; I genuienly think that even if you DONT headcannon Luis as Trans, adding that element to his character not only enriches his already INCREDIBLY well written story but also just generally means the world to trans people in real life, too

Like,,,,, I’ve mentioned this before but I’ll say it again; seeing a character who is so genuinely confident in themselves, so open about their emotions and their identity and who holds themselves in a way that isn’t stereotypically “masculine”- that honestly hits so much closer to home than any other trans headcannon ever has. I’ve gone into detail about how much Luis as a character means to me, but seriously, reading him from this angle lowkey makes me want to cry with how much it means to me HDBEHENEHDJX

Luis is a Beautifully written character who shows the best and worst in all of us humans- who shows that we all just want to love and be loved and be forgiven and given the opportunity to change. All trans people deserve that, too; we all deserve the opportunity to live our lives to the fullest.

Even if you want to comment ‘ErM weLl CapCoM woUlD nEVeR hAvE a TrAns ChaRaCTeR-“ does it really matter???? Does it matter if a character has a canon label slapped onto them, if people can already analyse that character from their own perspective and find deep meaning in that themselves????? Is a character who is canonically queer any more meaningful than a character who isn’t????? I don’t think so, cuz clearly, myself and many, many others find solace and comfort and relatability in the fine knight that is Luis Serra

And finally; André Peña, Luis Serra’s voice actor, has been VERY vocal about his support for trans people and has even said he absolutely 100% believes that Luis would believe in trans rights- so suck it transphobes!!!!!!!!!!!!! Luis is for US!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#rambling about luis serra #praying this makes sense fndkjd #4am brain go BRRRRRRR #gender dysphoria #transgender #trans luis serra #i aint over the paprika thing i need to go get a screenshot of it

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