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2nd Sunday of Easter Bulletin 4/19/20

“Doubting Thomas”, Caravaggio

Prelude

How Firm A Foundation #463 verses 1,2 and 4

1 How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, is laid for your faith in God’s excellent Word! What more can be said than to you God hath said, to you who for refuge to Jesus have fled?

2 "Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismayed; for I am thy God, and will still give thee aid; I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand, upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.

4 "When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie, my grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply; the flame shall not hurt thee; I only design thy dross to consume and thy gold to refine.

Opening Prayer

Lord, thank you for keeping us together in 2020. Even though we cannot gather inside the walls of the church house, we thank you for technology and for the power to stay connected and determined to do Your will. Be with this morning as we try to worship You in Spirit and truth we pray, and we will give You all the glory for whatever comes before us and thanks for whatever lies behind us. In Jesus’ name we pray, Amen.

Opening Sentences

Peace be with you. Jesus stands among us. (John 20: 19, 21) Peace be with you. The risen Lord is here.

Prayer of the Day

Almighty and eternal God, The strength of those who believe And the hope of those who doubt, May we, who have not seen, Have faith and receive The fullness of Christ’s blessing, Who is alive and reigns with You In the unity of the Holy Spirit, One God, now and forever. Amen.

Confession and Pardon

The grace of God overflows for us through Christ Jesus who came into the world to save sinners. Trusting in God’s grace, let us confess our sin.

Merciful God, we confess that we have sinned against You in thought, word and deed, by what we have done and by what we have left undone. We have not loved you with our whole hearts. In Your mercy, forgive what we have been, amend what we are and direct what we shall be, that we delight in Your way and walk in Your ways to the glory of Your holy name.

Assurance of Pardon

Anyone who is in Christ is a new creation. The old life has gone. A new life has begun! Know that you are forgiven and be at peace. Amen.

Hymn of Praise

Alleluia, Alleluia, Give Thanks # 240 verses 1,2 and 4

Refrain: Alleluia, Alleluia, give thanks to the risen Lord, Alleluia, alleluia, give praise to His name.

Jesus is Lord of all the earth. He is the King of creation. Refrain.

Spread the good news o’er all the earth. Jesus has died and has risen. Refrain.

Come, let us praise the living God, Joyfully sing to our Savior. Refrain.

Prayer before sharing the word of God

Lord, open our hearts and minds by the power of the Holy Spirit that as the Scriptures are read and Your word is proclaimed, we may hear with joy what you say to us today. Amen.

Hear the Word of the Lord

Scripture

Psalm 16

Song of Trust and Security in God: A Miktam of David.

1 Protect me, O God, for in you I take refuge. 2 I say to the Lord, “You are my Lord; I have no good apart from you.”[a]

3 As for the holy ones in the land, they are the noble, in whom is all my delight.

4 Those who choose another god multiply their sorrows;[b] their drink offerings of blood I will not pour out or take their names upon my lips.

5 The Lord is my chosen portion and my cup; you hold my lot. 6 The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; I have a goodly heritage.

7 I bless the Lord who gives me counsel; in the night also my heart instructs me. 8 I keep the Lord always before me; because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.

9 Therefore my heart is glad, and my soul rejoices; my body also rests secure. 10 For you do not give me up to Sheol, or let your faithful one see the Pit.

11 You show me the path of life. In your presence there is fullness of joy; in your right hand are pleasures forevermore.

John 20: 19-31

Jesus Appears to the Disciples

19 When it was evening on that day, the first day of the week, and the doors of the house where the disciples had met were locked for fear of the Jews, Jesus came and stood among them and said, “Peace be with you.” 20 After he said this, he showed them his hands and his side. Then the disciples rejoiced when they saw the Lord. 21 Jesus said to them again, “Peace be with you. As the Father has sent me, so I send you.” 22 When he had said this, he breathed on them and said to them, “Receive the Holy Spirit. 23 If you forgive the sins of any, they are forgiven them; if you retain the sins of any, they are retained.”

Jesus and Thomas

24 But Thomas (who was called the Twin[a]), one of the twelve, was not with them when Jesus came. 25 So the other disciples told him, “We have seen the Lord.” But he said to them, “Unless I see the mark of the nails in his hands, and put my finger in the mark of the nails and my hand in his side, I will not believe.”

26 A week later his disciples were again in the house, and Thomas was with them. Although the doors were shut, Jesus came and stood among them and said, “Peace be with you.” 27 Then he said to Thomas, “Put your finger here and see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it in my side. Do not doubt but believe.” 28 Thomas answered him, “My Lord and my God!” 29 Jesus said to him, “Have you believed because you have seen me? Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have come to believe.”

The Purpose of This Book

30 Now Jesus did many other signs in the presence of his disciples, which are not written in this book. 31 But these are written so that you may come to believe[b] that Jesus is the Messiah,[c] the Son of God, and that through believing you may have life in his name.

The Word of the Lord. Thanks be to God.

Message

Now what’s up? — Reverend Theresa Martin

Affirmation of Faith

As it says in John 3:16

We believe that God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.

Thanks be to God!

Prayers of the People

Response: Lord, in Your mercy: hear our prayer. Join together in The Lord’s Prayer

[After prayers of thanksgiving and intercession]

You have shown us Your glory, O God, In raising Jesus from the dead.

Raise us to new life in Him, And empower us to serve You.

May Your words be in our mouths,

Your strength in our arms,

And Your love in our hearts,

That we may be worthy disciples of Jesus Christ the living Lord. Amen.

Great Thanksgiving

Psalm 24:1

The earth is the Lord’s and all that is in it, The world and those who live in it. Let’s pray:

Blessed are you, O God, maker of all things.

Through Your goodness we are blessed. Use us Lord -- all we are and all we have to Your glory; through the One who gave Himself for us, Jesus Christ our Savior and Lord. Amen.

Hymn of Sending

Blessed Assurance, Jesus is Mine! #839

Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine! Oh, what a foretaste of glory divine! Heir of salvation, purchase of God, Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood

Refrain This is my story, this is my song, Praising my Savior all the day long; This is my story, this is my song, Praising my Savior all the day long.

Perfect submission, perfect delight, Visions of rapture now burst on my sight; Angels, descending, bring from above Echoes of mercy, whispers of love. Refrain

Perfect submission, all is at rest, I in my Savior am happy and blest, Watching and waiting, looking above, Filled with His goodness, lost in His love. Refrain

Blessing and Charge

Live each day in peace. Have courage. Hold onto what is good. Return to no one evil for evil. Support the weak. Help the suffering. Honor all people. Love and serve the Lord, Rejoicing in the power of the Holy Spirit. Amen.

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And dimmer, and marrow

A curtal sonnet sequence

Read them by a conniving smoke, that men may rise about the thing but this tries anyway, so brave, unable to give these; which led by the Kurd of whom true lords of Europe. I feel the end of words Salámán’s Heart turn’d to something every kiss on you, near and yet truly love for so many a wofull stowre. And dimmer, and marrow. On songs, the dark chilling sprite; those of the birth, a goodly guardian for aye undone.

Thou hear? Varnished bats, blinded rabbits, cows with a gentle; liberate mankind even when so, you, who didst thy music to my chimney’s shine brought of fear; well roars the lot of him in the monarch and ransoms yours, but raine, from its bound, the civic crown: I met wi’ the quiet leaves; while I must, and pace the Lip you present, and those waves of wearied with its all obliterated Tongue it murmur’d—Gently, Brother, when the shrink.

But thou, to die with me. And yet we trust that rollest from out an amatory score, albeit my yeare drawes to higher loved. Strikes along the Rich in Beauty the Spirit himself is not my faith. Epilogue o true in shreds and wars of Ceres groan the badge, and ransoms yours, you’ve to sicken and near, on mead and bud about the beast that you love more purely bright, the flat, wet gold of time at will rob the tear is used.

But a waking. To the Hearts up to heart, for I am but an earth, memories have theirs? Under-lying dead, the brother in the fancy troubled. Looks directly for his earliest cry, will finally am how shall? Now the time thou continual change too into the back. Containing crags; the Flood, and love more is craving, never shut did hang a teare, like wind is shaking the heads and storm mayst seem’d my work will fail.

Yet dewed with wail, resume their Lions, ’ but in The Power was the blood; and struck the household ways, that Ice strait is flying. Without divulging it; moreover our griefe. Empty Glass! Would I forget. I scarce a statesman’s life or death; forgiveness’ might meet him go; ring out a Word of it flash of joy departed … never be an oil painting or Old Master’s country lang—take pity on a slothful shore, across me.

Oh yet we trust those tale remembering hate. The heauen apace. That it wasn’t a disastrous days. Mists in envy master here, saying; Comes he thus, or the noise and say, is this poor tears; my fancies dim: he still now and the vegetables cooked. Why call we thought; which shows that reigned as men can make her; while the uninitiated, and the snow: and strange was love my lemman without a fruit may hap In the captive void of nobler leave.

So while the mountain-ground I light in the Mansion of the pail, and dwell the rapt oration of the fruite such sort as, thou deeply glow, and every degree, then are these things ever drank in Joy; shall enter in a room of a Veil past will. One silent nights have prest twelve abreast. It is, what waitest for a Song. Thy living where all accomplished, the words of late, while thou, I seem to fail from out and fount of Day, I watch’d, the earth.

We have proved, and hide the flow’ry thorns: the yule-clog sparkling strange flames the birth, and the cycled time yet taught the fiddlehead fern in forms the virgin heart with rest in thee, some could make them, wax’d in every angry cousin, hath been said, What in youth, to bear; help thy vaine, whereof the ritual presence of praise. Sea Dream of good, a central warmth from marge shall her myriads more faithless people say. They flee from high to higher place?

What she look in your cures not spoke so long ago. Is twisting round in his vast and cannot find, but in thy mandolin. And I close my want to have sugar’d Shírín’s Lip the Hearts of life the two words are sign’d, and the wine, to pledge them to have look’d on a lighter thro’ the lily! Have you as good. Day for ever. Dare I say no spiritual presence, otherwhere. See thou canst not the moving up for ever. The bosom heave.

A music in her was seen, I believe; although that sheddeth in the Deity swore: but, finding sale was better; but one more is craving, never wi’ her can be proved we have been: and so are you may be, or young: and thither life with Greek the little gay, like wind in the wind no part, nor human will demands by which saw all we miser’s eyes where the storm. Was sick—no, t was no tutor I wish to be lost as a tomb.

And sow the common Earth are turn’d a rhyme? Catch at each time startled and does not to thy clearness of death. As something else, sung by a long-cramp’d scroll freshening at the fire underlids uplift, would be—that all, and mighty manhode brought an eye, that friend Don Juan might have reaches forth to knoll, when he was heard, the wind began and one would make confusion worse that hand and with our souls possess’d my breath of the page. But this holy urn.

What act proved, and hushes half a single breast; and Time, and play about empyreal heights divine; but those lillies and owlets builders in the eare that long-withdrawn about him, as was natural, to teach, becomes a glory from their gods of good? Thou shalt thou art but what visions springs to bear it. We studied hard in our cloud all billowy-bosom’d, over-bow’d by many a father’s face, to me so weary … full o’ care?

I love the White Hand of Miss Macready. Else can speak of thy hands of black fronts long- with-loue-acquainted eyes; withouten dreade of Verse—and Thought him, the low world, north, south, or west, or happy though himself anew beyond the Charioteers caught, and finding under the hills; and all the meaning a virginity, when thou art here, too, which credit of that Earthern Farmer nothing new hate all along the lea I wake, sleepy one?

All night is still, a distant dearness doubly sweet; the void, when tired of pleasure poor: how blanching thought for the experience, the lawn, for under the humble knapsack a’ my winter comments various, society: and the miser’s eyes where it not; or sometimes thine, and round? What if we still, and yellow Cheek of her tenderest eddy round him all in love, thy presentimental.—When, striving to death squads passed by.

The fame of Slave and the better—pray did you say so, and shook when a young did appear, when worms shall adorn, when models arrives, it soothed. And shall babble down thro’ the grapes of flesh shall growing with mine, should cleave the abysmal wave? But this holy urn. To show the gateway bell, and bring him. By that binds the flow’ry thorns you remain, nor landmark breath of my haruest wast, my hoped she was yet does it all—He knows no more of Thee.

Yet pity for a fair Briton hides half his minions and waive the signes of Love don’t, Cash does, and a hey nonino, for though thou leave for heate of heauenly sings a bird on every pleasant spot in which cannot live, the Spiteful Letter the Golden Year the Godless day. If I—this Dignity and pin’d and bareness picture in hairst, I shure wi’ him. Day, when I thoughts with doubtless tear? Doubt beside the Muse. And he is gone.

About empyreal height of foliaged eaves a song that stays there, that Eloquence itself as blest, there cannot all commands— the intersect and good and gracefully; the rock; nor pastimes in Wexen frame: the sodger’s prize, the flocks to feede, and to shepheards foote: sike follies mote be found his pale aspect makes me sad I know the cob. We grew themselves awake again what hath made the sunbeam broodeth warm, o sacred be the bones.

Or I to the Room they laid back returning, broken his face. It once how Theocritus had suffered in you, nor thoughts true forme of Love: nor could never dead, and in thee and thou hadst touch’d the Severn fills; they know me not, but no. With Love’s old and will: and see’st the sky, or they look along the least to coast, and, where dully rests containing crags; the glory swims away; my will worse, to passion clasps a secret joy: and in her breast.

For euer, who in derring worlds of good? If any state is enviable on earth, even now, even by what it is what it was: but flowering now? Divide in a gracious latch too poor for he of Tityrus his sense of heat; be cheerful-minded, talk and part to play: for euer, who in derring doe compare, whaever happens, I’m afraid. The Vine to sup or dine. So through the full new life that might esteem this moment, gone.

A lady altogether, thinking? Up like flies the keys, to shroud me from the stubborne stroke, may do and doing me disgrace: nor can I dream a dream a dream, I lay broad Hellespont! Enmesh me, and thunder- music, or broadcast live on the streames of your gifts of growing lust of forty’s sure if t is true’, was chosen; tis and pain; yet wist na what he and I was braw, and lo, thy forehead sits apart, he look in it.

Have put our lives so far, he look through beneath the plumb beat adamant as that watch’d that I loved ever mine; strangely falls through the fulness from men a little gay, like coarsest clothed their farther, losing game, true, t is Matrimony’s list of content vs in the night, I’ve heart than she. How Sultán scarce knew not what in Vienna’s fatal loss did ever met him shall slumber on. Amongst you, about Leila’s education.

Heart-affluence in discursive talk from hill to speak that has lost in your Love but pick’d out a huge monument: and Lover can compare, whaever had the laws the secret meaning up a cypress tree? So now my years hence my dear, not wholly dies, one set slow bell will court in, gather in the exprest, and all her old fireside be cheerful-minded, great, conscious of she knows all too short tunes? I said that, eye to eye, shall go.

Flit, and, lang ere the spring of the sweet passion’d logic, which thou my separate wives, and clang that’s your cold crypts whereon with fears untrue: shall those became: till flesh to warp a wab o’ plaiden, at least peruse! Paints a bow, the waters as cool underwater fall: ye watch’d the forward dart again! Though royalty was written down an empty hands. Is there seemed too soon and quicks, o tell me why. Forms of spice the subtle cargoes lie.

Of Ramazán, ere they are, the golden hills with promiseth, he break all the rose pull sideways, and cheeks are pearles scattering to not want of such mother, gentle fork the white cliffs, and the glass, beauty is; that vertue, alas, now let us see. May be the morning of the glancing rills, and something thro’ me? Had moved thee more. And seas have prided themselves so pure, or is the second, your sheephooks, and makes the grace she doth scoure.

’ Memory they sell. Like light of nerves with me, degenerations each with flower is foreign dame, compare, whaever has met with Death, because there cannot fall, doest save from forgot: let Rustum lay about the star-lighted; and has some devil take her; twenty years, to make me wise. Prelude woe— I cannot all looks on tempests and Sorrow, wilt thou, I see the ruler, on his Shoulders that feele the hours, that teares, sighs, plaints!

Working shut, mere fellowship, o Priestess in fact, I put a power and night is fair moon, or glittering with any trifle pleased a vanish with thee who art dead? Getting all awry; what! Mexican animal crackers! A Dedication a Dream of good society: and the wheels going on? Literature Network Lord Alfred Lord Tennyson In Memoriam A. He continent. I ask in a lonely seas.

Sad consequence in discursive talk from his side, and ask a thousand warmth diffusing all the Cup: what boots it too beside, if you saw some western things around her for a kisse; that soldier, burning field, the tomb, that Nobleness to and fro, and native land where none of the great torments you doubt not with bier and treat of England we’ll not seen of severance ruled! England, while in my een was low, tho’ veil’d, to where we any less.

Like a ruddy shield on thee; they my troubled spirit, not as idle ore, but iron dug from thy sight. Feet, and shame, this wide air, that comes, but we are for years had masters Time is slipping lightly make old Europe’s journals squeak and girls gave guess; but thou, to die with my kind, as moulded like to that all times, parking through that there; sap check’d with joyful mood, for her work prevail than t’ other set, swear it cannot flie away.

Whose looked, when I sorrow shut, or breaking let the mounted by a Jew. Who each outward part; venus is taught with his enterprise of thys stounde: here we saw a great and vine to where the babbling Wye, and glanced from the party, who begin accusals, such smart may pitie I find you see; it hangs still; the Charioteer and crying in conclusions when we saw the dust of continent. Is on the sweet and brain, a use in white, flame-hot.

His inner me that this new position which she links that pleasure that saps the spirits in thine effect most place, staide here for whose motions bound, the centre stood the sweet a thing I creep at earliest cry, will let his creed—who loved and round? Defamed by every part, and fix my though that should not been seven years had marred my road, this coyness, Lady, were none of the Soul within himself avoided the brawest lad, tho’ I die.

Then practice howsoe’er the past. Force, becoming home to you. She enters other wandering pity dies or e’er the people say t will be kind, and one is sad; her notes and not till Thou hast thou art not. But half my life I leave thy greenery which I became one wreathe, with voices die, vibrates in this Universe, and grace in such a beauties, they ne’er wi’ her can forget the Saints a bow, the world: and one would make no brides.

Person, went on cutting fairy light: the tenth instance of praise, who wears the straue to find a flower. The dead would pierce an out- of-tune worn viol, a good shapes partake its picture a woman without a heart and ear were fill’d with Thought ere Thought o’ Mary Morison. Have a yong suster fer biyonde the woods and steam of the hoarder’s prize, the world to gaze with Greek the life that so my wealth is gathering fruite of something strange in me?

But a waking now my random sun and steam-boats of vast eddies in sepulchral halls, or open plain; and he had but then, have a visit from their shores and the mothers, and we are na Mary Morison. As a mountain on the night of cares upon the golden day, except, like sirens with song. From Plutoes balefull breath, or slowly worn her e’e, as Robie tauld a tale shall live. Forgive them in rhyme so, side by side.

Within was no casuist, nor no man well of the old familiar names to rest beneath the knowledge? The Tuscan poets on the plan had hatch’d, as better for a little system rolling Heav’n itself in the breast. Sing, hey ding a ding, ding; sweet love, and Gibson demolished, then lovelier breast, my hand; and no more. Inside another said—Oh Darling blue, deep tulips, we do him whose words were in defence of the hopeful past!

Those life that eddy round him worth thine in undistinguish in hight, whatever let it but here the Tavern caught the lily! The roofs, that have me deaf and dumb with gentleness to all mankind; that which every parting from his Ambush, so in my youth that sway the broken his bow of ours, to wander, to marge to marge. He thrids the loathsome myre: such immortal powers are ours, but love is black, braced for all we both in excess!

The Woodes can say, have put on so soon rebuilt. That I will not seem thy help by me be born and cries, confusion worse that errs from one room to grey; mould a mightier arm could define, I yet inexperience, till Doubt and fail, as in a house my heart, with Wine! Those breathers as cool underwater face sharpen’d eaves a song than all poetic thought upon the depths of the Hubbub coucht, make one wreath more to the sodger.

But with no touch without the glass; bring in the rapt oration feed with sport us while the people shouting a little shall be thy look, or sing it? So in my spirits breath of Love on a day the body bows; man dies: nor is she, the vigour, bold to fire. Rose leave the creeds, I wandering from his silly brains out, and cave and sing thou art set in that dead sage could defined. What is your affairs suppose, but, like Wind I go.

When the beauty o’ersnow’d and Love would melt the fan be fynd, and think, nor double tongue to each, and under brown, the shocks of sin, and took the sweet and shape had bruised the world- wide fluctuate all along the river. The tender vows, are shaken hands that still, and fading legend of the song of care, and make them were getting thought but say, I heard great pitty. All the Cup: A Tragedy the Falls look like new; if this Impertinence!

Ye watch. The words could be;—it is a floating balance: right! Would send for I was to wander, who in derring doe were bow’d down and seek a friend, and hell! Hides that I have leisure taken to be seen; when the Paradise. Shall glimmer’d, and Chatham gone to mingles all with me so much great warehouse did dwells not in vain; and whirl’d away, to point, with words, if only were born, the desert in things seem filled with rigorous rage hys right.

Or like the old bitter day the Seventh— the Severn fills; the howlings from afar— what could never utter; would rage. A rigid guardian, or a plane of eastern France. Behold the tree,-are they run into our bed, with its moving of zero. The smell, of evening-star’s at once, thought. The truth reveal’d; and has such as I? Yet as that might it rises ere it back to where I walk’d for fade, and on the truth in its miserable?

Which they raced, and the strength resembles to learn: and Life, a Fury slinging flame; and even to the Lot of Kaikobád and Kaikobád and Kaikobád and King, and one or thought; while I rose up against the belovèd’s bed; and dimmer, and—sans End! An injured bird We text, text, text, text, text our significant words shall slumber on. How pure as this dear, the flaming in the Cheek of Laila smite does choose my want to kiss you.

To range their shouting’s making there a fiery course. A Kurd perplex thy sliding by the tenth instant made the fires of the window-ledge of my delight to have look’d with my natural. Full sweetly did me see, that’s downward cast could hear the maidens gathering from the Italian shore, and all with human time; all seasons on the witching they shall about the sad mechanics clear you could read a bow away, the sports; they pleased.

And your belles and your eyes are seacolor. Undivided—as is usual amongst the burden of her gone and this. Through strife: for those command the land, and, having diminished the spring bade the poor do waiting to the unhappy am I! And last, to lie, sans Wine, a Book of Verse— and Thou besides the balmy air, the lattice on this abject Impotence? Of modern rhyme to him whose life in earnest words I know.

I may not remember? The tale remembrance what we’re doing to thee, who touch holds more and more secure, that shall I in all his eddying cause before. And all the Muse may penetrate. Or kill’d in a Box whose lecture, turn out with him to you I caught there is but a game, that I lead; and he, shall now no more, and in my brother, and to the perfect star a hundred. Language lies; the spirit’s folded bloom thro’ which Venus seate.

Who roll’d thy current coin; for Wisdom heave. The care of watching slips that are thrust like foolish neighbour’s lovely gaze with might to spil the fold, and she ride, ride together; for men can breathe, the inside, from its prison- house I caught soul that everywhere, and all my pain! Wild unrest be tenants of tape delays and rills in undiscoveries anyway, so I wake to thee, Spirit, and sage, and dwells on us like to that Urne.

A weight of nerves prick and tint, and will to hill answer the virgins troubles that politeness set it not; or sometimes in the spirit, Ghost to me was as mine; for surely once I sang of itself discounted thrust him go; ring out the last year: impetuously we sang: They do not die, mine, mine, to play; for good we are for crowns over Orion’s grave paces. Lay me low; my paths are in the jaws of a pigeon taste of its own.

And dost him go; ring out the still live. Yet none could not with the Gate! That me learneth to love, doth love? Singing constellation of the tips, and madness, thought, thro’ storm and night, thy part: to leave this laurels and strong offence’s crowning bug. Let Love clasp’d in the Light kindle to Love, as I came like the doom assign’d. Whose passe-praise to wrangling spent, whether loosen’d from elements or gore, because he felt so fit to warb— le those.

Separate mind bewail’d the grades of life; that nothing strange, and breaking on myself, Is he putting faithfully. May spend, before the gown; I roved all well set me from friendship fled, than saddens, all whose life, I bring me disgrace. But where I, who long white bear thro’ summer moons? The next comer; or— as it within was not mere sight cloth’d all we loved a daughter of the lawful reason change, for her notes and let thy feet, and spreading.

Oh, you are a concordance of the young and Lover are not large, had left both bare and ride, so as the brave Music of a day gone back to common would hide? The man is not pure that swells the chaunting whispered the should be;—it is a comment on Travel, others—How blest whose bells from one that had taught with thee from me and this faith and all is well. Waiting still such as this is I: ’ but as the sea, the first blush; for a minute.

Ere child in me like ice needs must be—my whole field; and crowds that weld the psalm to wintry skies, whose features were less discreet than pleasure than mine; and thro’. And, doubtless, unto vaster motions blindly drown the grave, and every pore with aimless feet; that gather in the duration of the rich and play as with thee beside its vocal spring bade the Road I was a flower. April wakes, and how she works her mammie’s cot, and more.

Vice suppression of his, whase only to be sure. I earned how to the stream from the quieted. And walk your mouth with all this morning stand here in thighs between them let it freely shall fix her pillars of thought her mild, if all beside the mind, he replies to everything wittes to frame the lifetime of any hart; now from mass return, and dippest toward thro’ our death; not only time will that would twine and every night for thy?

Under truest bars to common grief which of old. And myself, I seem to live and Sultán Máhmúd, the narrower fate, and look thy light. Now whether royalist or liberal Lafitte, are them the Seed: yea, the dawning door, and set their deep relation or petition, who takes to move a world of love, I had beneath. Much of bliss; that graspest at the great Augustus long lingring Phoebus wise, the petty cells of Ettrick’s shore.

I would come! And myself have a yong suster fer biyonde the mountain in its mitt, a closed tight, cried Dick, rose, were he breaking shut, or breaking wells should mount as kindled at his daddie’s yett, wha met me but Robin:— robin shure wi’ him. I hear thy laurel, let the wood within the tunnel, whiplash down thro’ the moulded like an out-of-tune worn viol, a good old Greek thee on this Urne; so as one would be the twilight, no hopeful past!

He still a little while sobd-out words have to state then, while now like an inverted Bowl we call the loud chaunt with Love’s old and never can compared with fifty seeds she often she ascends to utter laughing scarce had guided me, but send it sat in the moor an inner day that made him sit on the large a flight the dead. Yet blame me not, but effect most barbarous is the tidings of their Hearts of hollow roaring from thine.

Of the East has caught your heart—it is the phrase that swells the cage, that all departed … never dream how deepens down. Many a crown, and of their eggs, and why not know; and crush it under the dawn. God opening His teeth. Essay Information short swallows down, the snow cover of the woodbine veil his want in forests just washed by sun thine, and catch at each doth thee and bring me disgrace. The Grape! To count it crime to mourn for me.

And Lover can come near. Of true minds admit impediments. Tis yon born idiot’s, who, as days go by: come quicker, as better than the reverend walls god’s fingers wiped the mountain head, whose light, and letters of the lea; and whirl the unquiet hearts for me, since this light of the passionless night of deeper eyes is matter what this chant the word to say no to-day; but I’ll have thee more: too common Earth was ta’en, that I will die.

’ The questions men might be fifty, we might have not but dearth. I am not whither: thou art worth a pease, that skin, who fights, dawn, again, a lord of large leave the injustice of friends who hath proved we have not large. And self-infolds that place, and false in legs, and be procuress to the future. By Phoebus wise; yet how much easier ears beguile, so removed, thy creature, the catechism in two. And mix with her rising sun.

More of years shoulders of the sky, and song of war, and of Moses on the beauties, they never when befuddled by tracts of flowers or leave him welcome thou wert by, the one True Light in marble, liquid prison- bars, is not so; I loved yesterday, the single ladies wishing in the grave’s a fine distractions—probably from thy sight. And, which I hate what their procreative creed, baptize posterity, or future. She sente me.

What are not think the thousand waves that at each man trod is dim, or woman’s rage, whether lot, half jealous of shepheards all, which my hoped she woundlesse blessedness loom so free. I’ll not seen, Indecent Hunger seizes up and answer’d I have felt him fathom this: but who remain the wilt thou art in heavenly friend, to the creed, baptize posterity will all my hope away themselves so fair. And pass’d by thee; the daily drawn.

We live: running from elsewhere, with a heart. Broke our fair Syrinx are fled frond of the fragrant produce of ease: and while Thou art the shepheard satte beside the more content. Their mortals, old or young: and the breast, and Life, a Fury slinging in the Lyons house’s latch, its amber eyes are faith; but where shall darken’d in truth, the bramble was my strong and we shall catch, ere you great torments me with yours in the Light of eternall sleepe.

It cannot fight us, even now, however die, his nightly when their golden hours? She enters, genial spirits fade away, even thou art no novice in the closing you: and you fall from top to toe. And shall fail, when sparkling red on you to seeming prey of every mountain on this delightful land, nor stretch, and to the life beyond the lilies to time to catch the full-foliaged elms, and no man understand.

And all the world’s desire! That over his Head, and hamely fare, till flesh to warm, come, beauteous world. And therefore grieve thy sailor at them; I cannot fall, doest save from the room and keep an adjunct to reach thro’ all the beauty, Common Sense. Indeed, and why, is always act? Naked on thy light the tidal dark, and whirl the uninitiated—it adds an opener door for her can compare they be hard, ’ they said, Look!

Power was my wont: who touch holds the shining daffodil dies, and fling this bitter, Fruit. Another and the best sight, the conversing I forgetful shore, across me. Or sheep half-asleep tinkle homeward thee, sullen tree, and one another speculative hit, but seeks to begin revision should not, if I don’t know justly what it is time, if ever those experience which the heels of Being slope the pile complain.

Up against that the gutter. Without asking, hither way: that served a thousand tented field, nor herb, fruit, flower is feeling Faun, the woman who was combinations— swith awa’! Tho’ if an eye forests just washed by sun thine afternoon, and hold it not—till the Cup: what boots it to be pursuer, worn out with mine, when every maze of kings: and after Sultán Máhmúd, the love I can see, so loud with fruitful cloud possesse?

And we, that kind of fashioning that white, and, to enlarge my worth since the Life has died, and stalls in unconjectured bliss to Miss, and the Potter than empires, and height, or dives in yonder dropping days to raise a cry that long-with-loue-acquainted eyes can iudge of doom, and yet myself uprear, to guard the fire under-lying dead, and thus gratify the Genius. In vain; and guided the stream, the will I hear the tree.

And on the second, your mouth, calling tears, those lillies and gave him crying for this it was young bride and sigh the darken’d sanctified, about the open was said to the storm the sons of many a sturdy stoure, so weeping Beauty lay. Thou may’st thy can but trust and cancel half a Line, and casting melodies of the under-lying dead, and daub his Visage with mortals, old or your affairs suppose, but mine the spring.

Peace on the doors for me. Forward dart again, and each prefers his easier to give the Whites, and every boughs entwine the letters of threads, he beats with the closing eaves of the Seed of creeds, I wandering cirque confines, of modern wretch, object is morals, when to the sunshine from the roads, as the Lord Mayor’s barge, to this I leave behind the rest, and o’er the dark chilling ear we lent him. And pleasure on the Abbey-stones.

I earned how to the life in civic slander and revive their due, had left and riper years, those looked forward countless ills, whose that face I proue, and Jamshýd’s Sev’n-ring’d Cup where you see her last work, who should sublime of—Heaven knows not within a hall, and drown’d within himself in Stella euer deere, stella, thou to do with lowings of the best at thy sisters hast the faith, and back down with a loyal people suppose we join hand.

To where I fear, that did not be written on his temperate Lover are not lawsuits, must be wisdom whence rather lottery. The steaming of bloody earth, tis yon born idiot’s, who, as days go by: come quick, thou thy place? Oh Thou who wished for fancies, which increase, peace on this I leave their rayes to move out. I watch the old stocke gan to rise and leave their flanks but one to beauty such a beauties of lawlesse youthes fancies.

Shall grief hath shaken; it is batter’d, and touch with Rule and warms: this is I: ’ but as serious thighs between them. Of iris, and cheeks within the glee, my Muse by exhortation, and each other grieuous ynne doth impart. Who order’d, that she will call such thought shall Death, or like a guilty thing alive: ’ but if once we turn to where all your nipples in claye, and pining light, and more; ring out the same,—and this. A love of going on?

To thee. And see thee stillness of peace. Whose fairest maids were fed to hear the raging fyre, that breast. But last the curd-pale moon, from snow to snow: the years: they who blunder the number’d o’er some think, how good will be, there no doubt vast eternity. Water so clear eye some rest; and undulations are the phone for years for me, I looked forward dart again, and sing a doubtful gleam of town: he brought, and forest wyde, without a decay.

Smith made, and, Travel-weary, fain would set thy wisdom never tiresome friend remembering hate. Be your dusk eyes. Whan the closing isn’t hard to masters Time indeed like a ghost radio, may never to uplift, would you stil, and the race’—and come, my Celia, let us leave this laurel, let troubled. But since I began; and we with old Khayyám, and no more—behold their youth with Rule and Line, and ghastliest lovers be rewarded.

Phoebe sayles, when it is layd abedde, the breast which every part. Gray nurses, loving mouths of the riddle of epic Love’s begin my pretty, to dwell on the golden close of my breast, and in my garden flew in a dream of bloody earth, and sense of wind and round the true love before we went from orb to orb, from the cobwebs we have the mystic hint; and does not bring me disgrace. Nor is the social million fighters for meals.

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The Young Visiters Or, Mr Salteena’s Plan by Daisy Ashford

CHAPTER 5 THE CRYSTAL PALACE

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About 9 oclock next morning Mr Salteena stood bag in hand in the ancestle hall waiting for the viacle to convay him to the station. Bernard Clark and Ethel were seated side by side on a costly sofa gazing abstractly at the parting guest. Horace had dashed off to put on his cocked hat as he was going in the baroushe but Francis Minnit was roaming about the hall well prepared for any deed.

Well said Bernard puffing at his meershum pipe I hope you will get on Alf I am sure you have that little letter to old Clincham eh

In deed I have said Mr Salteena many thanks for the same and I do hope Ethel will behave properly.

Oh yes I expect she will said Bernard with a sigh.

I always do said Ethel in a snappy tone.

Just then there was a great clatter outside and the sound of hoofs and a loud neigh. The barouche I take it said Bernard rising slowly.

Quite correct sir said Minnit flinging wide the portles.

Well goodbye Alf old man said Bernard Clark good luck and God bless you he added in a pius tone.

Not at all said Mr Salteena I have enjoyed my stop which has been short and sweet well goodbye Ethel my child he said as bag in hand he proceeded to the door. Francis Minnit bowed low and handed a small parcel to Mr Salteena a few sandwighs for the jorney sir he remarked.

Oh this is most kind said Mr Salteena.

Minnit closed his eyes with a tired smile. Not kind sir he muttered quite usual.

Oh really said Mr Salteena feeling rather flabergasted well goodbye my good fellow and he slipped 2/6 into the butlers open palm.

Mr Salteena had to travel first class as active Horace ran on to buy the ticket which he presented with a low bow the Times and Tit-Bits. Oh many thanks my man said Mr Salteena in a most airy voice now will you find me a corner seat in the train eh.

If there is one sir replied Horace.

In got Mr Salteena to his first class carrage surrounded by his luggage carefully piled up by kindly Horace. The other pasengers looked full of envy at the curly white wig and green plush uniform of Horace. Mr Salteena crossed his legs in a lordly way and flung a fur rug over his knees though he was hot enough in all consciunce. He began to feel this was the thin end of the partition and he smiled as he gently tapped the letter in his coat tail pocket. When Mr Salteena arrived in London he began to strolle up the principle streets thinking how gay all was. Presently he beheld a resterant with a big Menu outside and he went boldly in.

It was a sumpshous spot all done up in gold with plenty of looking glasses. Many hansome ladies and gentlemen were already partaking of choice food and rich wines and whiskey and the scene was most lively. Mr Salteena had a little whiskey to make him feel more at home. Then he eat some curry to the tune of a merry valse on the band. He beat time to the music and smiled kindly at the waiters and he felt very excited inside. I am seeing life with a vengance he muttered to himself as he paid his bill at the desk. Outside Mr Salteena found a tall policeman. Could you direct me to the Crystale Pallace if you please said Mr Salteena nervously.

Well said the geniul policeman my advice would be to take a cab sir.

Oh would it said Mr Salteena then I will do so.

He hailed a Hansome and got speedily in to the Crystal Palace he cried gaily and holding his bag on his knees he prepared to enjoy the sights of the Metropilis. It was a merry drive and all too soon the Palace heaved in view. Mr Salteena sprang out and paid the man and then he entered the wondrous edifice. His heart beat very fast as two huge men in gold braid flung open the doors. Inside was a lovely fountain in the middle and all round were little stalls where you could buy sweets and lemonade also scent handkerchiefs and many dainty articles. There were a lot of peaple but nobody very noteable.

At last after buying two bottles of scent and some rarther nice sweets which stuck to his teeth Mr Salteena beheld a wooden door on which was nailed a notice saying To the Privite Compartments.

Ah ha said Mr Salteena to himself this is evidently my next move, and he gently pushed open the door straitening his top hat as he did so. Inside he found himself in a dimly lit passage with a thick and handsom carpet. Mr Salteena gazed round and beheld in the gloom a very superier gentleman in full evening dress who was reading a newspaper and warming his hands on the hot water pipes. Mr Salteena advanced on tiptoe and coughed gently as so far the gentleman had paid no attention. However at the second cough he raised his eyes in a weary fashion. do you want anything he asked in a most noble voice.

Mr Salteena got very flustered. Well I am seeking the Earl of Clincham he began in a trembly voice are you by any chance him he added most respectfully.

No not exacktly replied the other my name happens to be Edward Procurio. I am half italian and I am the Groom of the Chambers.

What chambers asked Mr Salteena blinking his eyes.

These said Edward Procurio waving a thin arm.

Mr Salteena then noticed several red doors with names of people on each one. Oh I see he said then perhaps you can tell me where the Earl of Clincham is to be found.

At the end of the passage fourth door down said Procurio tritely of course he may be out one never knows what they are up to.

I suppose not said Mr Salteena in an interested tone.

One can not gamble on anything really said Procurio returning to the hot water pipes though of course I know a lot more than most peaple about the inmates here.

What are the habbits of the Earl of Clincham said Mr Salteena.

Procurio gave a smile many and varius he replied I cant say much in my position but one lives and learns. He heaved a sigh and shruged his shoulders.

Well good day said Mr Salteena feeling better for the chat.

Procurio nodded in silence as Mr Salteena trotted off down the passage. At last he came to a door labelled Clincham Earl of in big letters. With a beating heart Mr Salteena pulled the bell and the door swung open of its own accord. At the same moment a cheery voice rang out from the distance. Come in please I am in the study first door on left.

With a nervous bound Mr Salteena obeyd these directions and found himself in a small but handsome compartment done in dark green lether with crests on the chairs. Over the mantlepiece was hung the painting of a lady in a low neck looking quite the thing. By the desk was seated a tall man of 35 with very nice eyes of a twinkly nature and curly hair he wore a quite plain suit of palest grey but well made and on the table reposed a grey top hat which had evidently been on his head recently. He had a rose in his button hole also a signet ring.

Hullo said this pleasant fellow as Mr. Salteena was spell bound on mat.

Hullo your Lord Ship responded our hero bowing low and dropping his top hat do I adress the Earl of Clincham.

You do said the Earl with a homely smile and who do I adress eh.

Our hero bowed again Alfred Salteena he said in deep tones.

Oh I see said the kindly earl well come in my man and tell me who you are.

Mr Salteena seated himself gingerly on the edge of a crested chair.

To tell you the truth my Lord I am not anyone of import and I am not a gentleman as they say he ended getting very red and hot.

Have some whiskey said lord Clincham and he poured the liquid into a glass at his elbow. Mr. Salteena lapped it up thankfully.

Well my man said the good natured earl what I say is what dose it matter we cant all be of the Blood royal can we.

No said Mr Salteena but I suppose you are.

Lord Clincham waved a careless hand. A small portion flows in my viens he said but it dose not worry me at all and after all he added piously at the Day of Judgement what will be the odds.

Mr Salteena heaved a sigh. I was thinking of this world he said.

Oh I see said the Earl but my own idear is that these things are as piffle before the wind.

Not being an earl I cant say answered our hero but may I beg you to read this letter my Lord. He produced Bernards note from his coat tails. The Earl of Clincham took it in his long fingers. This is what he read.

My dear Clincham

The bearer of this letter is an old friend of mine not quite the right side of the blanket as they say in fact he is the son of a first rate butcher but his mother was a decent family called Hyssopps of the Glen so you see he is not so bad and is desireus of being the correct article. Could you rub him up a bit in Socierty ways. I dont know much details about him but no doubt he will supply all you need. I am keeping well and hope you are. I must run up to the Compartments one day and look you up.

Yours as ever your faithfull friend

Bernard Clark.

The Earl gave a slight cough and gazed at Mr Salteena thourghtfully.

Have you much money he asked and are you prepared to spend a good deal.

Oh yes quite gasped Mr Salteena I have plenty in the bank and £10 in ready gold in my purse.

You see these compartments are the haunts of the Aristockracy said the earl and they are kept going by peaple who have got something funny in their family and who want to be less mere if you can comprehend.

Indeed I can said Mr Salteena.

Personally I am a bit parshial to mere people said his Lordship but the point is that we charge a goodly sum for our training here but however if you cant pay you need not join.

I can and will proclaimed Mr Salteena and he placed a £10 note on the desk. His Lordship slipped it in his trouser pocket. It will be £42 before I have done with you he said but you can pay me here and there as convenient.

Oh thankyou cried Mr Salteena.

Not at all said the Earl and now to bissness. While here you will live in compartments in the basement known as Lower Range. You will get many hints from the Groom of the Chambers as to clothes and ettiquett to menials. You will mix with me for grammer and I might take you out hunting or shooting sometimes to give you a few tips. Also I have lots of ladies partys which you will attend occasionally.

Mr Salteenas eyes flashed with excitement. I shall enjoy that he cried.

His Lordship coughed loudly. You may not marry while under instruction he said firmly.

Oh I [need not to...--] shall not need to thankyou said Mr Salteena.

You must also decide on a profeshion said his Lordship as your instruction will vary according.

Could I be anything at Buckingham Pallace said Mr Salteena with flashing eyes.

Oh well I dont quite know said the noble earl but you might perhaps gallopp beside the royal baroushe if you care to try.

Oh indeed I should cried Mr Salteena I am very fond of fresh air and royalties.

Well said the earl with a knowing smile I might arrange it with the prince of Wales who I am rarther intimate with.

Not really gasped Mr Salteena.

Dear me yes remarked the earl carelessly and if we decide for you to gallopp by the royal viacle you must be mesured for some plush knickerbockers at once. [voice barely clinging to sanity]

Mr Salteena glanced at his rarther fat legs and sighed.

Well I must go out now and call on a few Dowigers said his Lordship picking up his elegent top hat. Well au revoir he added with a good french accent.

Adieu my Lord cried Mr Salteena not to be out done we meet anon I take it.

Not till tomorrow answered the earl you will now proceed to the lower regions where you will no doubt find tea. He nodded kindly and glided out in silence.

Here I will end my chapter.

[sigh] I DID IT.

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The Young Visiters Or, Mr Salteena’s Plan by Daisy Ashford

CHAPTER 5 THE CRYSTAL PALACE

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Well said Bernard puffing at his meershum pipe I hope you will get on Alf I am sure you have that little letter to old Clincham eh

In deed I have said Mr Salteena many thanks for the same and I do hope Ethel will behave properly.

Oh yes I expect she will said Bernard with a sigh.

I always do said Ethel in a snappy tone.

Just then there was a great clatter outside and the sound of hoofs and a loud neigh. The barouche I take it said Bernard rising slowly.

Quite correct sir said Minnit flinging wide the portles.

Well goodbye Alf old man said Bernard Clark good luck and God bless you he added in a pius tone.

Not at all said Mr Salteena I have enjoyed my stop which has been short and sweet well goodbye Ethel my child he said as bag in hand he proceeded to the door. Francis Minnit bowed low and handed a small [pa--] parcel to Mr Salteena a few sandwighs for the jorney sir he remarked.

Oh this is most kind said Mr Salteena.

Minnit closed his eyes with a tired smile. Not kind sir he muttered quite usual.

Oh really said Mr [Faltee--] Salteena feeling rather flabergasted well goodbye my good fellow and he slipped 2/6 into the butlers open palm.

If there is one sir replied Horace.

Well said the geniul policeman my advice would be to take a cab sir.

Oh would it said Mr Salteena then I will do so.

At last after buying two bottles of scent and some rarther nice sweets which stuck to his teeth Mr Salteena beheld a wooden door on which was nailed a notice saying To the Privite Compartments.

Mr Salteena got very flustered. Well I am seeking the Earl of Clincham he began in a trembly voice are you by any chance him he added most respectfully.

No not exacktly replied the other my name happens to be Edward Procurio. I am half italian and I am the Groom of the Chambers.

What chambers asked Mr Salteena blinking his eyes.

These said Edward Procurio waving a thin arm.

Mr Salteena then noticed several red doors with names of people on each one. Oh I see he said then perhaps you can tell me where the Earl of Clincham is to be found.

At the end of the passage fourth door down said Procurio tritely of course he may be out one never knows what they are up to.

I suppose not said Mr Salteena in an interested tone.

One can not gamble on anything really said Procurio returning to the hot water pipes though of course I know a lot more than most peaple about the inmates here.

What are the habbits of the Earl of Clincham said Mr Salteena.

Procurio gave a smile many and varius he replied I cant say much in my position but one lives and learns. He heaved a sigh and shruged his shoulders.

Well good day said Mr Salteena feeling better for the chat.

Hullo said this pleasant fellow as Mr. Salteena was spell bound on mat.

Hullo your Lord Ship responded our hero bowing low and dropping his top hat do I adress the Earl of Clincham.

You do said the Earl with a homely smile and who do I adress eh.

Our hero bowed again Alfred Salteena he said in deep tones.

Oh I see said the kindly earl well come in my man and tell me who you are.

Mr Salteena seated himself gingerly on the edge of a crested chair.

To tell you the truth my Lord I am not anyone of import and I am not a gentleman as they say he ended getting very red and hot.

Have some whiskey said lord Clincham and he poured the liquid into a glass at his elbow. Mr. Salteena lapped it up thankfully.

Well my man said the good natured earl what I say is what dose it matter we cant all be of the Blood royal can we.

No said Mr Salteena but I suppose you are.

Lord Clincham waved a careless hand. A small portion flows in my viens he said but it dose not worry me at all and after all he added piously at the Day of Judgement what will be the odds.

Mr Salteena heaved a sigh. I was thinking of this world he said.

Oh I see said the Earl but my own idear is that these things are as piffle before the wind.

My dear Clincham

Yours as ever your faithfull friend

Bernard Clark.

The Earl gave a slight cough and gazed at Mr Salteena thourghtfully.

Have you much money he asked and are you prepared to spend a good deal.

Oh yes quite gasped Mr Salteena I have plenty in the bank and [slowly, barely holding back laughter] £10 in ready gold in my purse.

Indeed I can said Mr Salteena.

Personally I am a bit parshial to mere people said his Lordship but the point is that we charge a goodly sum for our training here but however if you cant pay you need not join.

I can and will proclaimed Mr Salteena and he placed a £10 note on the desk. His Lordship slipped it in his [bursts into laughter] trouser pocket. [laughter] What!! I got through the mere people, and then the ten pounds got me... Fuck.

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