#old ladies need enrichment too

[the-wright]

I like the scenes in LOK where Korra meets Toph, but it would have been even better if she mentions that she's been suffering hallucinations brought on by past trauma, and Toph's like "Oh shit, you've got the wrong old swamp witch. Keep walking like a mile that way."

And when Korra does that she runs right into Azula.

[fandomwritingbit]

Okay what about one where there reader is Michael's new (hot) art teacher and William is just "Michael you need to join the art club immediately" or "well I GUESS if the pta needs help with the spring art festival -"

Hello! This has too so long I'm sorry 😶 Uh I hope this is what kind of thing you were looking for, thank you so much for the request.

Side note it took me so long to figure out what pta was lmao

So,

art teacher (gn)reader x william afton (sfw)

"Well, I'm happy to let you know that Michael is doing really well in my class. He's an absolute pleasure to teach." You smile, looking from the father to the son. The resemblance was more than evident, but their attitudes were opposites, Michael sat as he always did, hunched forward, his hands twisted together, he was scarcely able to hold your eyes for more than a few seconds. His father though took up a lot of room in his chair, his posture reeking of easy confidence and he had no difficulty looking at you. It was moments like this that you could learn a lot about a student’s home life and it was abundantly clear that these two weren’t so close.

"But?" Mr Afton prompted, his tone jovial. He was beginning to understand why his son likes art so much. A lovely thing like you leading the class? Who could blame him? He'd expected some old lady wearing well too many scarfs, glasses on a pearled chain around her neck, not someone like you.

"But,” You can’t help but smile, heat rising to your cheeks, “as I'm sure you've learnt from his other teachers tonight, currently Michael might struggle to meet the entry requirements of universities." As you spoke, you had to work hard to keep your thoughts on track, this man was attractive in a way you didn't expect. He smirked when you paused, and you forced your gaze on Mike. "But as I said to Michael before, we've got plenty of options to boost grades."

Michael spoke up, "Need to join a club or something."

Nodding, you turn to explain why to Mr Afton. "Yeah, certain enrichments can be graded. I'm advocating the art club… He'd get the opportunity to make a portfolio, which Unis love, and I have no doubt he'd excel." The man before you looked bemused, his eyes flicking up from your lanyard to your eyes. 

"And, do you run the art club?"

You grin a little embarrassed, "Yeah, I do-"

The dad chuckles and looks to Mike offhandedly, "Then you should absolutely join." To which he rolls his eyes, partly at his father’s blatant flirting and at the lack of enthusiasm at joining your club.

Mike sighs, "Yeah okay, I'll go."

"Smashing. I'll put you on my register." You pull out the document from your lever-arch folder and quickly jot his name down. Whilst doing so, the man opposite you watches your left hand for a ring and on seeing there wasn't one, smirks from ear to ear.

Once done, you quickly put your hands out in an attempt to stop them from leaving, "Uh, before you go. I'm really sorry to ask, but we're holding an art festival next week and I'm struggling to find some help... would you be willing to lend a hand?'' You automatically feel guilty for asking. Doing so in person put a lot more pressure than a general email, but you were hoping to almost force him. Like you’d tried to with every other parent tonight. 

You catch Michael’s expression, you’d asked him the other day if he had anyone that would want to help out and he’d laughed a little, “Uh no, not really.” he’d said.  You do feel like you’ve gone behind his back a bit, but if you can’t get a few more pairs of hands this festival is going to fall on its arse.

He sat back in the chair, his feet poking out at your side of the desk, "A festival? What exactly would you have me doing?" 

You smile, pleasantly surprised that he was obliging you, "Mainly the setup, it's a lot of stuff to move out to the green. Though of course all-day help would be appreciated, I just don't want to push my luck."

"You already are," he smirks, "when is it?"

"Next Friday, the 19th." Your eyes go wide as you wait for his answer, all the other parents you’d asked tonight had told you that they were working on Friday, as people tend to do, and you have a feeling that he was about to say the same.

He hums, “Friday-” but is cut off by Michael, 

“You work Fridays.” he states, a harsh tone on the words, making you think that he really didn’t want his dad to help you out. 

Scoffing, he shoots his son a look, “Yeah I do.” Before turning his attention back to you, “But, I could skive it.” The expression on his face is hard to place, perhaps mischievous, or sly. Regardless, you panic slightly.

“Oh. No, you don’t have to do that, Mr Afton-”  

He puts his hand out to silence you and it works, you bite your tongue instantly, “I know, but I will. It’s not exactly like I help out frequently.” He’d decided already, either because his son was clearly desperate for him not to do so, or because he’d like to spend a bit of time with you. Let's face it, it was both. And so, you were left with little option but to graciously accept, and you thank him. 

As your student and his father leave, he shakes your hand. “Thank you, Mr Afton. You’ve really helped me out.” Both your hands encase his and it doesn’t occur to you that that is unusual until you do it, heat beneath your face. He flashes you a smirk that makes your blood ice, before nodding. 

“It’s fine really. Should be fun.” 

~

Friday was as manic as you had expected. The second you arrived at the college you were behind, the mass of stalls and pieces of art were absurd to move even with the three others you’d manage to recruit: the head of languages, Martin, a science teacher, Kris and of course, Mr Afton. Another parent was expected but dropped out last minute, adding to the workload. And the people in charge of the stalls and activities wouldn’t arrive until kick-off so to speak.

Surprisingly, Mr Afton was a godsend. Helping you drag the stall skeletons on to the field, well you dragged them, he rather easily picked them up, somehow managing the awkward height and weight without breaking a sweat. 

“Now, you’re just showing off, Mr Afton.” you giggle, trying not to look at the way his arms flexed whilst he carried the objects. You can’t really help it though and try to steal what glimpses you can as the two of you lug 12 stalls outside. If you’d have known he was doing the same you probably would’ve dropped everything and made a fool of yourself, so mercifully he’s much slier with his staring than you are.  

It’s only when you’re done with the moving, the two of you can start decorating, the other workers put on duty setting up the games, things like a ring toss and lucky-dip. You study him for a moment while he’s distracted tying the string of a line of bunting around a nail that probably shouldn’t be sticking out of the stalls, and good lord this man looks a lot like his son. Everything from the dark hair which probably wasn’t as neat as he’d left it this morning, to the shape of his brow, making his eyes look hooded and narrow. The difference was all attitude and experience. You have to glance away when you start thinking about his experience. 

“Ooh what are you looking at? Am I doing it wrong?” he asks, bringing heat to your cheeks at the knowledge that he’d just caught you staring for way too long. He turned his head, looking down the sting, checking to see it wasn’t coming undone or tangled. 

“No, sorry.” your smile hints at your embarrassment, “It just crossed my mind how much you look like your son, sorry.” God you hate the way you’re smiling just because he’s looking at you but it’s completely involuntary. 

He smirks at that, “Well, I am fairly certain I’m his father.” his tone was playful despite the nature of what he was joking about. “I take it you don’t have any kids?” 

“Uh no, no I don't. What gives that impression?” 

“You look well rested.” he walks over to you and crouches down to look in a box at your feet, “And you’re smiling too much.” 

You giggle, “I know.” You rub at your temples, “It’s a nervous thing.” The second you say that you question yourself why, what a weird thing- you feel so awkward. He’s just a man. An attractive man- yes. But just a tall… brooding… handsome… man. 

“And here I was thinking you were just enjoying my company.” he sniggers, bringing you out of your head, it’s been a long time since a bloke had made you all skittish like this. He properly faces you now, searching your eyes. “What’s making you nervous?”

You, you internally answer, quickly thinking of a more appropriate response, “Just uh today. I have a feeling it’s going to be an absolute nightmare.” You drop your eyes.

“I’m sure you’ll manage.”

You briefly rest a hand on your forehead. “Got no choice really.”

He moves to walk past you but pauses, standing half behind you. “Well, I can stay and help out. If it’s not me that’s making you nervous?” he smirks as he moves away, his voice teasing, riling up some butterflies in your stomach. 

~

He stays, and soon after the others arrive, students flogging their wares and local crafts aficionados, though you have them actually working, you don’t mind Mr Afton drifting around doing a bit here and there. As nice as you find him, he didn’t strike you as someone that would be happy to run a stall on his own. 

Once everything has settled down and the festival is running smoothly, you allow yourself a moment of a break. He finds you sitting on a bench just off the green. There he takes a seat beside you, digging in his pocket for a packet of cigs. 

“You can’t really smoke here, you know.” you laugh as he stops mid action, his lighter half raised.

He shrugs, reasoning “I’m outside.” resuming the act though now watching you for further reaction.

You fold your arms, a grin contradicting the seriousness. You’re well-aware that you weren’t going to stop him. “Still a college… I won’t tell on you though.” 

He chuckles as he takes a drag on it. This was like a flashback to his youth, so he plays his part, “Good. No one likes a sprag.” Man, it’s been a long time since you’ve heard that.

You try to steal a glance at his left hand, wanting to triple check that he wasn’t wearing a ring. Not that you would say or do anything, you just need to know. Not seeing a wedding band wasn’t enough though and the question dances around inside your head.

You finally bite the bullet and spit it out. “You’re not married then, Mr Afton?” you gesture to his hand, to give him context to how you arrived at that. You’d tried to sound like you were making small talk but it failed miserably. 

The mean laugh he lets slip is pure reflex. “No. Not anymore.”He wanted to tease you by asking why you wanted to know, but you’re already flustered and avoiding his direct gaze. 

“So you’re uh…?” you hesitate to finish the question, realising you were jumping to a conclusion. 

Thankfully he finishes it for you, “Divorced? Yeah.” He just loved how you smiled at him in relief there, the amusement evident on his face.

You try to explain why you fumbled that so badly, talking quickly, “Well. I didn't want to say divorced and get it wrong."

“In case…?”

God, your face is hot again, why can’t you just talk normal to this guy. “In case… you know… you were uh widowed or something.” 

“Or something?” he questions again, trying not to laugh at how you were stumbling. 

You put your head in your hands, laughing self-deprecatingly at yourself, “Leave me alone - I’m…” 

“Nervous?”

“A little yeah.” you speak, your face still obscured. “I mean you’ve come and sat with me. I’m just curious why.”  

You don’t need to look to feel the smirk on his face. “Maybe cos I wanted to.” You feel his movement on the bench and look up to catch his gaze, his head cocked to meet your eye line almost perfectly. “You’re pretty, you know. Even with your head in your hands.” 

Your eyes open wide at his bluntness as you try and think of something to say in response. You’re starting to see why Michael was so desperate to keep him away.

[prof-peach]

ADOPTABLES NOW LOOKING FOR A HOME £25 (British Pound) per mon, Paypal only, First come first serve, DM to proceed with a paypal email for the invoice should you be interested.

HOUNDOURXPOOCHYENA -------- SOLD MECH RATTATA --------------------- SOLD ODDISH (CRETA) -------------------- SOLD MAGIKARPXCARVANHA ----------- SOLD

------------------------------Bio's below-------------------------------

As you approach the adoption booth nestled beside a smoothie stand, and a small shack renting wetsuits for the ocean close by, a woman with dark hair tied back smiles in your direction. The staff member dons the token Dōtaku green shirt, whispering to the cluster of pokemon at her feet, and the one in the tank on the table behind her, all watching on, ever hopeful.

"Welcome to Dōtaku Island's adoption day, we have three sweet mons looking for their forever homes, each with unique personalities, which im sure I can shed some light on for you, if you like?"

As you move along the line, she begins to talk to you about each.

You start on the small pup, a dark furred pokemon that stares up at you with big open eyes, standing just under 2ft in height. "This one was rescued from Magma grunts, a Houndour and Poochyena cross. She was quite agressive at the start of her rehabilitation, but now has passed all saftey measures with flying colours, and enjoys a good scratch on the belly these days. The professors have worked wonders on her, she'd make an excellent companion for anyone who struggles with the cold, but probably not the best for serious battle, as she's a little shy when under direct observation by many people. Her typing is Dark currently, and we dont expect her to gain more than mild fire attacks shoudl she choose to evolve. Warm cuddles are something she specialises in, an ember no doubt may be possible with time, but a mighty flamethrower might not be in her cards. Focus her exercise on agility, she sure can run, and LOVES to chase things, so balls and frisbees are great fun!" Next in the line is a rather old looking Rattata, one hand prostetic, but seemingly dexterous and functional.

"This little fella is affectionatly known as Clank, he walks around and you can hear his little paw on the tiles in the labs, so it kind of stuck. He unfortunatly found his way into some farming equipment that got turned on, and was brought to us as a last chance about three years ago now. He survived against all odds, sadly other professors and medical experts didnt want to give him the chance her deserved due to his common species type. Clank however defeated all odds, recovered, despite losing tail and hand, he was gifted a new one by Professor Grey, and now lives a very busy little life. He loves bananas and peanuts, and has a sharp mind, so needs a lot of enrichment like complex toys and one on one time with a trainer. He's not too good with larger mons, so we advise he have his own space, or go to a home with other smaller pokemon."

The third is a rather large oddish, standing double the size of the average specimine of its kind.

"This lovley lady has been nicknamed Monroe, she's a bit of a diva now, but wasn't always so confident. Professor Peach spent a couple years one on one with her to build up her moral. She came to us with a pretty heavy viral infection that caused dieback in the leaves, and her unusual complexion, the lumps however are superficial, and cause no discomfort, issue, or long term effects other than originally causing her emotional distress. She use to feel less than pretty, we'd had a few trainers pass her up due to hew apperance, they were less than friendly about their opinions of her, as you can imagine they got chewed out pretty badly by Peach and all teh staff who were there to overhear. She felt down, so the one on one time was all about making her feel amazing again! When her leaves started to grow back in we realised she was an unusual species, resembling Aglaonema Creta, a very pretty plant. She is jolly and sweet and kind, and just wants to shine, potentially a great candidate for contests or more flamboyant battles if you were so inclined."

The last in sat in a large tank on teh stall behind her, a grumpy looking water type.

"Mr.Grumpy here isnt all that mean, dont let his expression fool you, he's been looking for a home for a while now, but he just gets passed off as intimidating or scary, so it's been a long journey for him to find that perfect partner. A Magikarp and Carvanha cross, he can be tempermental, a little rough at times, not so easy to handle, but more than capable in a fight. he likes his fin held, and the staff have taken to putting movies on a laptop for him when hes not out in the rivers and waterways. His check ups go swimmingly, pardon the pun, thanks to media distraction. He hardly bites anyone these days, unless youre rude and done ask him before handling him. He's all about polite manners, so if you do that, nothign can go wrong! We're not sure what he'll evolve into if he chooses to, though we have a sneaking suspicion he'd be a water/dark type due to his moveset."

[cigarcloud]

Card Shark (18+ Minors DNI)

Word Count: 4000 Ao3 Link Summary: You had never been to a casino before, but you missed playing card games as a kid. Unfortunately (or luckily) for you, you catch the casino owner's attention when your luck runs too high for his tastes. Author’s Note: My first ever reader fic and my first ever smut. I've been addicted to reading One Piece reader fics lately, especially @turtletaubwrites and @discordantwritings, so shout out to them! Content: AFAB!Reader, Fem!Reader, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Spanking, Vaginal Fingering, Rough Oral Sex

It could have been the bright, flashing lights and the rolling tick of slot machines with what appeared to be living corpses sat in front of them. Or maybe it was the crowd. The uncomfortable press of strangers moving against strangers, everyone in someone’s way. The harsh clink of glass against glass, the scrape of chairs continuously vacated and filled. You couldn’t pin point exactly which, if any of these, were what overwhelmed you most as you stepped into the casino.

You had never been to a casino before, and to be honest you didn’t know what to expect. Despite living so close to one for a while now it had simply never crossed your mind before. But, you were bored. Life was a monotonous routine. It was one you usually enjoyed, but even creatures of habit needed enrichment every now and then. A memory flitted across your mind, visions of playing card games as a kid. You didn’t know much about casinos, but you knew there were card games. It seemed a good enough reason to finally visit the famous Rain Dinners.

You made your way to a table where people were playing Blackjack, and waited for the game to be over. The dealer glanced your way and shot you a toothy grin.

“First time here?” He asked, and his grin stretched when you nodded. “You’ll need some chips. Anywhere from 100 to 1000 berry per round at this table.” You smiled gratefully for the instruction and took out 500 berry, figuring a few rounds were all you needed to satiate your sudden nostalgic appetite.

It took a bit to get comfortable, but by the third round you felt in the zone. The familiar wave of focus pulled you under as you watched every card, that ability to take it all in and turn it into probability always came to you naturally, and led to you winning damn near every game you played as a kid. The sensory edge the casino has been pressing against you dulled as you honed in, your nerves eased as you settled in to an old routine.

After your first five rounds finished you looked down and realized you had double the chips sitting in front of you. You decided to play a bit riskier for the next few, until you had around ten times your original amount of chips. You lost yourself in the cards again, oblivious to anything around you, effortlessly resetting your numbers when a new deck was brought in. Nothing else was registering to you, until you felt the weight of a massive hand that almost covered both of your shoulders settle on your back. You felt yourself startle, skin shifting against the touch.You turned and found yourself staring into a familiar face.

You may be new to casinos, but you weren’t new to Alabasta. This was Sir Crocodile, pirate warlord and keeper of the peace. You knew he was a big man in the figurative sense, but the physical reality lived up to every modern day fable being whispered in the streets. He towered above you, above everyone in the place, seated or standing. The scar that bisected his face did nothing to diminish his looks, it might have enhanced them further. His slicked back hair was meticulous, his eyes a piercing gray. Those eyes felt as though they were cutting you to ribbons more effectively than his massive golden hook ever could. You smiled up at him quickly, confused and a bit unnerved by his presence.

“Having good luck tonight, aren’t we little lady?” He said around his cigar. You’re pretty sure he’s had a cigar in his mouth in every single picture you’ve seen of him. “Seem to be winning quite a bit.” You smiled a more relaxed smile this time, nodding.

“Yes she is Sir, and getting luckier as the night goes on.” Crocodile’s face twitched ever so slightly hearing about your consistent stream of luck in his casino.

“That so?” He asked, his gravelly voice shooting straight down your spine. Your nerves were ratcheting up again, as the Warlord seemed to be growing tense. You swallowed thickly, waiting for him to speak. “Well, it seems I’ll have to talk to management about hiring dealers who know a card counter when she’s right in front of them.” Your face flushed, not knowing what he meant but getting the clear impression that you were doing something wrong.

“Sorry, Sir!” The dealer responded, much more alert to the precarious mood of his boss. “It won’t happen again, Sir!” Crocodile chuckled, before he took a deep drag of his cigar. You felt your eyes track the movement before you forced them back to a more neutral position. Now was not the time to be taken in by a handsome face.

“No, it certainly won’t. Get out of here.” He spoke to the dealer, but his gaze burned into you.

“Now.” He spoke again, finally breaking his eyes away to shoot the dealer a look of absolute venom. You felt just a bit more relaxed now, knowing that he didn’t look at you with nearly that level of contempt. The feeling was fleeting though, as his gaze drifted back. He certainly didn’t look at you like that, no. How he looked at you was far worse.

He looked starving .

After a few tortuously long moments of silence you decided to speak up.

“I can stop playing if I need to, but I don’t know what you mean by counting the cards? Like adding up the numbers? How else would you play?” That earned a bark of laughter from the man towering behind you, and a more genuine smile graced his features.

“Well, then. Seems you don’t even know what you’re doing.” You huffed at the idea that a simple game like this was above you, but you didn’t dare interrupt. “In any case, might want to go exchange these for berry.” He nodded at your chips. “Quite the winnings for a first timer.” You looked down at the chips in surprise.

“I get to exchange these back?” Another laugh erupted from his throat, and you felt the massive hand squeeze you lightly.

“Oh sweetheart, how’d a girl like you end up here?” He asked, taking a drag of his cigar. He gestured for you to stand and led you to a counter, his hand on the small of your back.

While it was certainly embarrassing to be asked to stop playing and clearly shown to not know anything about how casinos function, it might have been worth it for the warmth of the hand that seeped into your body. Sir Crocodile was certainly attractive, and his attention, now that it seemed wholly positive, felt nice to have.

“So, sweetheart,” He said, and you felt yourself flush at the endearment he once again used. “What’s your name?”

You grabbed the berry the worker behind the counter handed you and peered up at Crocodile. “Y/N.” You responded, hoping your voice wasn’t too quiet for him to hear with the wave of nervous excitement that passed over you.

“Hmm.” He hummed. “Well Miss Y/N, I am Sir Crocodile. A pleasure to meet you.” He grabbed your hand and bent down to put it to his lips, looking straight at you. You gave a nervous laugh at both the gesture and the entirely unnecessary introduction.

“I’ve heard a lot about you.” You replied. As he raised to his full height again, he flashed you a grin that had you recalling childhood tales of big bad wolves.

“That so? Well, I’d love to hear more about you, and that funny little talent you have. I happen to find myself unusually free this evening. Join me for a drink?” He asked.

Well, saying no to a warlord didn’t seem like the smartest idea, and besides, there was no harm in a drink. You nodded and let him guide you, relieved that he seemed content to let the conversation wait while the two of you walked. Your mind was racing and you had to admit to yourself that your body wasn’t in any better of a state.

You startled when you returned to yourself and realized the noise of the casino was much quieter. You were leaving the floor, entering an empty hallway and walking decidedly far away from the bar. You felt a flightiness settle around the edges of your mind. You were so focused on the attention of a good looking man that you forgot he was a killer. A government supported killer at that. Also, the owner of the casino you seemed to have done something offensive in. You swallowed thickly and paused, but Crocodile’s firm hand pushed you forward, causing you to stumble just a bit.

“Something the matter, doll?” His words were ice water over you, but despite the situation heat simultaneously rose to your cheeks and dropped to pool between your thighs.

“I, uh- just realized we aren’t going to the bar.” You replied, and you held no illusion that your nerves didn’t shine through every detail of your face. This earned another laugh and a squeeze, although this time much lower than your shoulder. His hand was just high enough to say he was not cupping your ass, but it was a near thing. He might as well have been, for the effect it had on you.

“Distracted are we?” His raspy voice sen t a shock through your spine, and your thoughts were starting to get completely out of control. The voice in your mind telling you this is dangerous was getting quieter and quieter by the second. “Such a gorgeous girl deserves my full attention. I’m taking you to a private room for our drink .” The way he said it seemed to imply so much, and you were left numbly following him to wherever he decided to take you. You didn’t think your voice would have worked, even if your mind could have come up with a response.

After another minute of walking in silence the two of you stopped at an elevator with gleaming gold doors, an intricate pattern engraved on them. Somewhere in your mind you found space to wonder why even the elevators had to scream his wealth and power. He pressed the button to go up and gently guided you in once the doors opened.

You felt completely suffocated in the small space, and completely unsure of how to stand, or what to do with your hands, or if you should try and make conversation. You risked a glance up and find the man was true to his word, his attention was entirely on you.

“Uh… so… what do you like to drink?” You ask ed , your voice barely a squeak. You stare d straight ahead, unable to meet that intense gaze for another second. God this ride is taking forever .

“I prefer whiskey myself.” He responded, and his voice was so taunting as he said it. “And what does my little card shark like?” He asked, as the elevator came to a stop and the stupid golden doors mercifully opened.

“Um, ciders, usually.” Not that you drank much at all, a fact that you were sure he picked up on. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d managed to know everything about you from the few words you spoke.

“Here we are.” He said, showing you to a lavish room with a plush couch, a bar in the back, and a massive desk set before a wall made entirely of glass. The entirety of the room was lined with bookshelves, and you caught a few titles about the history of Alabasta that looked interesting. You could see the skyline through the glass. You wondered if you could pick out your neighborhood, but he startled you out of your dissection of the space before you could truly try. He gently grabbed your hand, and took you to the couch.

“Is this your office?” You wondered aloud. He nodded in response, before leaving you to go behind the bar. There was the opening of a door and the sound of clinking as he collected glasses from a cabinet. He poured whiskey into both and brought them over, while you tried not to stare too openly at his massive hand that made the two glasses in it look like children’s toys.

I’d need prepped to even take a finger .

“Afraid I don’t carry fruit juice in my office.” He teased as he handed you your glass. You accepted it with a smile, but didn’t move further. His gaze sharpened a bit as he raised his drink. “Go ahead Y/N, I’m sure you can handle it.” You felt your stomach flip at the sound of your name leaving his lips, and the innuendo that might have been entirely in your mind, and you were certain you couldn’t handle any of this.

“Thank you.” You murmured, bringing the glass to your lips and taking a sip. It burned going down, but you weren’t so unaccustomed to liquor that you coughed. You licked your bottom lip to clear it of a stray droplet, and watched as Crocodile’s silver eyes followed the movement.

“Gorgeous.” He sighed, as his hand moved to your hip. “So, what’s a little doll like you doing bleeding me dry?” He asked, his thumb drawing circles on the fabric of the skirt you wore.

   "Uh, sorry Sir." You managed to get out, albeit breathless. "I just missed playing as a kid, that's all really."

   “And how did you get so good playing toddlers?” Crocodile replied, curiosity in his eyes. You wanted to look away, feeling every bit as overwhelmed by him as the entire casino downstairs, but you were trapped.

   “I don’t know. It’s just an easy game?” He took another drag of his cigar. “I just keep track of all the cards that get played, and after a few rounds its easy to guess if you should hit or not.”

   “Mmm, little card shark. Not supposed to do that in casinos.”

   “Wouldn’t that make it hard to win?” You questioned and he chuckled, blowing out more smoke.

   “That’s the point, sweetheart. Casino only works if the house is winning.” You took another sip of your drink, with the hope that it would help you relax. It didn’t, but Crocodile seemed to enjoy watching you. “Poor thing, probably felt so embarrassed at that table. Didn’t even know what you were doing.” His hand moved up to the hem of your shirt, and you were sure that if you could get any more red you did. His voice was so condescending, but it was going straight between your thighs.

   “I, uh-” You were cut off by him pushing your shirt up, his fingertips resting just underneath your breast. “Oh!” You squeaked, jumping a bit. Unfortunately that movement was enough to get his fingertips decidedly on your breast. He brought his hook over and you felt yourself stiffen as it caught your shirt collar.

   "Such a good little mouse, you look so pretty when you freeze.” You couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath, and you barely managed to keep it from escaping as a moan. “Let’s see how you look without this, hmm Y/N?” He didn’t wait for a response, tearing your shirt off in one fluid motion. You gasped and moved to cover your breasts, but he caught both of your wrists with ease in his right hand. He pulled them up over your head, admiring the view. “Now, now… be a good girl for me Y/N.” He said sternly. You wriggled a bit, trying to free yourself, but in the privacy of your mind you knew you didn’t want to go anywhere.

   “Let me see how you really feel about this.” Crocodile said, and brought his hook to your skirt. Once it was torn away, nothing stood between his gaze and your soaked panties. He smiled that sharp, animalistic smile at you, and this time you couldn’t bite back a whimper. “Mm, seems you like my attention. So stop squirming.” His voice took a hard edge to it and you went still. “Good girl.” You were getting wetter by the second, and the building fear that sent fire dancing over your nerves was only increasing your arousal.

   “Uh… Crocodile-” The hook went straight to your throat, the point turned away so as not to hurt you, yet.

   “Sir or Daddy. Take your pick.” You moaned at that, and the feeling of the cold steel against you.

   Something is seriously wrong with me.

   “Yes, Sir.” You said quietly, and he hummed his approval, taking the hook away and leaning forward to kiss your forehead. “Can I please have my hands back, Sir?” You asked, looking through your lashes up at him.

   “You are asking so nicely. Promise to be good?” He tone was deceptively gentle now, and you nodded. He raised a brow before you realized what he wanted.

   “Yes, Sir.” He released your wrists and cupped your chin instead, pulling you into a kiss. You felt suffocated in a somehow pleasant way, and when he silently asked for entrance into your mouth you gave it to him.

   As he explored your mouth with his teeth and tongue, his hand released your jaw, lowering to your thighs. You moaned as he ran his fingers over your slick-coated underwear, your legs parting of their own accord.

   “Good girl.” He murmured into your mouth. He moved your underwear to the side, a giant finger teasing along your entrance. You gasped as he gently pushed in, breaking away from the kiss with a string of saliva still connecting you.

   “Fuck…” You bucked your hips forward, taking the rest of his finger inside. It was stretching you out with a slight burn, and you had to wonder what the night had in store for you if just one finger could do this. You let your head fall back as he pumped it in and out of you, his thumb coming up to circle your clit.

   He curled his finger a bit, and you were seeing stars. His thumb kept rubbing up against your swollen nub, and you could feel the waves of pleasure building, ready to crash.

   “Mmmm, please!” You cried out. He pistoned his finger faster, watching you come completely undone against him. Your breath grew ragged and slower as you came down from your orgasm, looking up into his heavily hooded eyes.

   “Did you like that?” He asked, his voice was gravel across your skin, and you whimpered. “Use your words, sweet girl.”

   “Yes, Cro-” You yelped as you were bent over his knee in one fluid motion, the air knocked out of your lungs with a harsh gasp. A hand rested over your ass, only a thin layer of fabric covering you. That was quickly removed, your underwear now shoved down past your thighs.

   “I believe I already told you, Sir or Daddy.” A swat landed on your ass and you gasped. His giant hand covered you entirely, even your thighs stung a bit. “You gonna be a good girl for me?”

   “Yes, Daddy.” You moaned, cursing yourself for such a slip up as his hand picked up a steady rhythm. Soon your ass was raw and scorching under his touch, and tears pricked at the corner of your eyes. “Sorry Daddy.” You choked out, and at last his hand paused in its movements.

   “It’s okay, sweet girl. Daddy knows you didn’t mean it.” You couldn’t help the whine that escaped your lips, followed by a new flush of embarrassment over your chest. “Took your punishment so well, you deserve a treat.” The sweet, low rasp of his voice put you in a daze as he maneuvered you like you weighed nothing. You found yourself on your stomach, face to face with his belt buckle.

   “Fuck, Daddy.” Your voice came out as a thin whisper as you took in the tent in his pants. Like everything else about him, it was larger than you were used to. “S’too big.” You whined, looking up at him through your lashes.

   “Won’t know until you try, will you sweetheart?” He emphasized this with a tug at his belt buckle, looking at you expectantly. “Don’t want to disappoint me, do you?” His hook crept back up to your neck, applying a gentle pressure.

   “No, Daddy.” You couldn’t believe all it took was a finger for you to forget who you were in the presence of. You most certainly did not want to disappoint this man, or become boring to him. Boring cheaters probably received a much worse fate than interesting ones. You intended to remain interesting.

   You unbuckled his belt and tugged at his zipper, moving his pants just enough for his cock to spring free.

   The pants had been hiding a lot . It wasn’t big, it was absolutely massive . You swallowed thickly, before moving your mouth over the tip. You took the base in your hand, another wave of fear-excitement-arousal coursed through you when you realized you couldn’t circle your fingertips. You took a breath before letting your tongue fall out, licking across the tip.

   It tasted like salt and musk, and you needed more. You relaxed your jaw as much as you could and slowly worked your way down. The tip wasn’t too difficult, but you only made it about two inches down the shaft before the girth started giving you trouble.

   “Pretty girl, I’m not known for being patient.” His voice startled you, and you jolted forward. His cock hit the back of your throat, and you were barely halfway down. You forced yourself to stay put as you caught your breath, then started moving up and down.

   The weight against your tongue was addicting, and you closed your eyes as you began to suck in earnest, swirling your tongue around to catch the tip every time you pulled back. Slowly as you bobbed your head you began to take more of his length.

   “Good job.” He groaned, and the praise shot through you as adrenaline. “Keep your mouth open, Daddy wants to use you properly.” You groaned at that, doing your best to keep your jaw relaxed and your breath steady. He grabbed the back of your head and began fucking into your mouth, letting himself bottom out.

   Tears gathered in the corner of your eyes and you could feel bile rising as his groin pressed against your face. You desperately swallowed against it, breathing harshly through your nose. He didn’t relent for a second, using your throat just as he promised. He was brutal, and it contrasted deliciously with the sweet words spilling from his lips like honey.

   “Such a good girl for me, so sweet. Perfect little angel, gonna keep you forever.” Your eyes rolled back in your head as he thrust even more sharply. He lasted only a few more before he was spilling cum so deep in your throat you didn’t have the chance to taste it.

   He pulled you off, and you somehow found it within yourself to still feel embarrassed when a wet pop accompanied the motion. Your jaw ached, your ass was sore, and you knew it would only be worse tomorrow. Still, you felt alive.

   “Well, sweetheart. Now comes business.” You blinked up at him slowly, your brain sluggish and body tired. “Gonna have to ban you from my casino, card shark.” He chuckled, wiping saliva from your chin.

   “Wha- then what was this?” You asked, voice pitching up as you realized he wasn’t letting your entirely accidental cheating go.

   “You getting bratty with me?” His voice dropped an octave and you felt his hand inching towards your already abused backside.

   “No!” You yelped quickly. He raised an eyebrow at you for a long moment before you realized your mistake. “No, Daddy.” You amended. His hand abandoned it’s journey to your ass and instead ran along your side.

   “Good. This was just the consequence of being such a pretty thing in my presence. You still have to make amends for cheating me out of berry.” Your eyes widened, and you were barely able to stop the protest that wanted to make its way out of you. “Oh, don’t look so scared little mouse.” He grinned wide, not helping your fear at all. “How about you make it up to me by letting me take you to dinner.”

   “Dinner?” You asked, completely lost now. “Like a date?” He laughed, giving your side a squeeze.

   “Sure, sweetheart. A date.” You gave him a tentative smile in return and nodded.

   “Uh, yeah! I mean- yes, Sir.” Your mind was now working into overdrive, trying to understand the situation you found yourself in. “Do I have to call you that in public or?” You trailed off, and his predatory grin was back in full force.

   “You can try and find out.”

   You weren’t sure whether you wanted it to be a threat or a promise. One thing you knew is you wouldn’t be bored any time soon.

[grison-in-space]

I have a training question for you (and maybe other dogblrs too). My goldendoodle (Ajax, standard size, 6, the greatest =P) used to be okay about being left alone, and then pandemic meant my partner and I wfh for three years, and he has basically never had to be alone. Which means that when we do both need to leave, he has started hunting for cardboard in the house to rip up.

I have tried blocking him to just be in the living room, leaving kongs and food puzzles and scattered treats he can hunt, but he has clearly learned this is a fun activity for when he is alone. Last time, even with all the activities, he pulled out a sweet potato from dark storage and shredded/ate it (I didn’t know he could reach back there and at least it wasn’t something dangerous).

But we are starting to approach a semester where we are going to have to leave him more regularly (which is great tbh, I know a lot of this is that it isn’t something he has experienced a lot so I think a new pattern could be good), but I am not sure what to do about the destruction. He was crate trained as a puppy but never liked it much, so I’d hate to have to go back to that but I’m wondering if I need to reacclimate him to that =\

Do you have any thoughts/suggestions?

Yep, I'm going to say it: this is time to practice crate training again! I am maybe not the best person for advice on this one because my dogs are actively encouraged to rip up cardboard boxes as a form of enrichment, so my living room is often covered with cardboard shards. On the other hand, I also crate young dogs when I leave the house, and being crate free is a privilege in my house that is earned rather than given.

(My old lady actually used to find sweet potatoes from god only knows where and deposit them on my pillows any time she wasn't crated when I left, before the younger dogs arrived. I have no idea why they are apparently so enticing.)

I generally transition dogs away from crate training as they show me they can be responsible. The crates are always available, but I leave doors open for short jaunts away, then gradually longer ones until the dogs have earned my trust. If he's not supposed to hunt for cardboard and destroy it--does he destroy cardboard when you're watching? does he know it's off limits? where are you hiding his snacks?--then first start by making sure that when you leave, he can't reach it.

You could also handle this by shutting him in a room that is dogproofed--perhaps he cannot handle the responsibility of the whole house, but he can handle your bedroom, or a bathroom, and the size of the dog-friendly area can be slowly extended again over time.

[pennamesmith]

Oops I accidentally etc etc. Sequel to this and this.

Transversal

A corner of the lab crackled.

Entrapta glanced up from the deadly laser she was welding together. Some of the older equipment across the room hummed to life, and a glowing portal opened in the air. A young man and a not at all young man tumbled out of it. Entrapta brightened when she recognized them.

“Oh! Hello, extra-dimensional friends! It’s been a while.”

Finn leapt to his feet while Simon remained face down on the floor, groaning.

“Yeah, we haven’t seen you since Marcy’s house party!” Finn said. “Actually, is that sword lady still around? We’re here on adventure biz.”

Entrapta pulled her welding mask up. “No, Adora’s in space right now. Doing space stuff,” she added, with only a hint of envy. “I can still help you out, though! I’m something of an adventurer myself.”

Finn considered this seriously, stroking the short beginnings of a beard. Beside him, Simon staggered to his feet, suit rumpled and glasses askew.

“Are we there yet?” Simon asked, dazed.

“Simon and I are doing human bonding, and we need a good dungeon,” Finn explained. “PB said you’ve got, like, a whole castle fulla traps n’ shit. I’m old enough to say that now, by the way. ‘Shit.’ Would it be chill if we go exploring in your house?”

“Oh sure!” Entrapta waved them on with her hair. “Just be careful. The security bots are still set to ‘purée.’ Ha ha ha!”

“Finn, is this really necessary? We’ve done this sort of thing before,” Simon moaned.

“And we’ll do it again!”

“Right, but I was just thinking…”

“Thinking about how awesome our adventure is gonna be? Way ahead of ya, buddy.” Finn started pulling a variety of dangerous weapons from his backpack. “I got all kinds of epic loot! What sorta build you want?”

A shadow appeared above them. Both humans turned to look up.

“Hello,” Hordak said, looming into the light. “It is tolerable to see you again.”

He cast a look at Simon, who was wobbling under the weight of Finn’s various swords. “I could not help but overhear your conversation just now.” His ear twitched. “I would like to make a suggestion for your enrichment activity.”

Finn shrugged. “Shoot, bro.”

“Treacherous and overstimulating as the castle labyrinth may be, you might also be interested in the mines of Dryl. Many ancient artifacts have been uncovered there.”

Simon perked up. “Ancient artifacts?”

“More than you could fathom. And more as yet undiscovered.”

Simon looked pleadingly at Finn, his eyes huge.

Finn nodded in manly sympathy. “A collection quest it is!” He pulled a pick and shovel from his arsenal and brandished them above his head as he charged out of the lab. “Excavation time!”

A moment later he reappeared in the doorway. “Um. Actually, I’m gonna need you guys to show me the way.”

While Entrapta giddily gathered her maps and revved an enormous drill, Simon looked back toward the towering alien. There was a deep sadness in his eyes.

“I have not forgotten what you told me,” Hordak said in answer to the unasked question. “I believe we share some… narrative similarities. I, too, have caused harm I now regret. And I have not always been in control of myself.”

Simon sighed. “You ever feel like everything’s changed, but you’re just a different version of who you used to be?”

“Frequently,” Hordak said. He snorted.

Simon hesitated. “How do you keep going?”

“Friendship and hobbies, mainly.” Hordak looked at Entrapta and the lab they shared. “It’s a good life, if you don’t weaken.”

Simon picked up another shovel. “Okay,” he said.

“Let’s get going, then.”

[innytoes]

3 sentence prompt: Reggie pairing of your choice + Dog Walker

Reggie always insisted he didn't have favourite clients. Which was half true. He didn't have favourite dogs, he loved all of them. Even the difficult ones, or the yappy ones, or the ones who would fake out being done pooping until he tied the baggy only to go: NOPE WAIT.

The human clients, though... well, there he could be honest and say some were better than others. The little old lady with the shih tzu who always slipped him an extra quarter so he could 'get himself a little treat'. The fabulously wealthy gay magician with the fabulously groomed borzoi who understood that you were never too old to have money pulled out from your ear (especially not when it came with a generous tip whenever Cerberus managed to drag Reggie behind him through the mud in an attempt to murder a squirrel.)

And of course the cute gay couple who had hired him temporarily. One of them, Willie, was the one to usually walk their rather energetic Pudelpointer in the afternoons while his boyfriend was at work. But given that both his leg and his arm were in a cast at the moment after 'a jump I totally could have made, it was just bad luck', they'd hired Reggie to take over for a while.

Pigeon was a dream of a dog, smart, well-trained, and always up for adventure. He got along well with the other dogs, but he was Reggie's only Thursday client, so they got some quality ball-throwing and jogging in as well.

Listen, he was just providing excellent dog enrichment, after he learned Pigeon often went running with Alex on the weekends. It had nothing to do with the way Willie's eyes raked over his body in his short shorts and tank top on Thursday afternoons. Or the way he'd invite Reggie in for some lemonade 'provided you get the glass yourself because I can't reach that high right now'.

He was pretty sure Willie's other, non-broken arm could reach the glasses just fine, but he wasn't complaining, especially not when his shirt rode up a little and he heard a strangled noise behind him (Alex, who had started coming home for lunch on Thursdays, just coincidentally around the time Reggie came home with Pigeon after their runs).

Pretty soon, one glass of lemonade became two, became 'why don't you stay for lunch, we made too much anyway', became long talks at the dinner table, Pigeon's head in his lap staring adoringly at him while Reggie stared adoringly at the dog's owners.

They never actually said anything, though, so Reggie figured it was just some harmless flirting. He sighed about it to Pigeon sometimes, though, about how lucky he was to be able to sleep in between those two gorgeous dudes, to cuddle with them on the couch.

When Willie finally got his casts off and was cleared by his physical therapist, Reggie had to admit he took his time getting back. He wanted to savor the time with this sweet pooch, say goodbye to him properly. They went to the dog park and he threw the ball for as long as Pigeon wanted, giving him all the treats and scratches and cuddles he could, before steeling himself for a professional goodbye.

Except when he rang the doorbell to hand over the dog (half an hour later than usual, whoops), rehearsing a polite 'no' to one last glass of lemonade (no need to drag this out), Willie and Alex instead asked him something he couldn't say no to.

Their first date was dinner at a dog-friendly restaurant, and thankfully, Pigeon didn't mind sharing the space on the bed between Alex and Willie.

[thestarofcottonland]

i need perfume blogs to follow im lacking enrichment it has become my dominant personality trait >_< and the fragrantica forums are too dry like im still in there every day but the old biddies get mad at you for asking about slutty scents . like dont tell me they dont exist ladies

[zmzebra-writes]

Title: The Lake Summary: Sword fighting at the lake goes wrong for a local LARP group when the Lady of the Lake replaces a sword lost in her domain.

On the bank of the lake a group of young teenagers played with swords. Or foam swords at least. The LARP club for the local school had taken a field trip to the nearby lake for enrichment and “appreciation for nature’s beauty in the heart of Wales” as one of their club advisors had put it when explaining it to the school board. The school board just shrugged and approved it. Emrys Wyllt was an eccentric fellow, but as long as his co-advisor, Fay Morgans, was there, she would prevent any harm to the children.

“Hiya!” yelled out a 15-year-old boy as he brought down his sword on his opponent.

The opponent, a 15-year-old girl, parried his sword and went in for an attack while his sword was down. “Not so fast!”

“Faster even,” he said as he blocked her stab. He pushed back on the sword to make her stumble before going in for the final strike.

Unfortunately for him, the girl was faster— catching her balance, she dodged his attack and sliced him across the back. “But not fast enough.”

The boy groaned at the loss, before falling to his knees. “Ack. I’m dying. I’m dying,” He fell face forward onto the ground, “I’m dead.”

The girl rolled her eyes with a smile before poking his body with her foam sword. “Come on, get up.”

“I can’t. You’ve slain me.”

“Then roll over to the graveyard with everyone else I killed to wait for the end of the battle to be revived. I have more people to kill and Ms. Morgans will get mad at both of us if you end up tripping someone up or get trampled.”

The boy pouted as he stretched out his arms and began rolling to the graveyard. “Fine…”

Ms. Morgans spotted him rolling across the battlefield. “Cai! Stop rolling carelessly underfoot. Did your legs break? If not, get up and use them!”

Cai stopped mid-roll and sulkily got up. “Yes, Ms. Morgans…”

The girl laughed under her hand as she watched her friend get scolded when suddenly it was her own turn to be called out by the other club advisor, Mr. Wyllt. “Lady Rhiannon! If you’ve finished fighting Sir Cai, Sir Mortimer is ready to be your next opponent.”

Rhiannon looked over her opponent as she walked over to the battlefield. If her memory was correct, Mortimer was one of the youngest club members at 13 years old. At first glance, in his all black clothing that swallowed him up and his quiet yet kind demeanor, many of the older members tended to underestimate him. Rhiannon knew better though. She had been studying his battles with the other LARPers and underneath each strike, she recognized true skill formed from years of practice. Mortimer doesn’t struggle to win battles during fights, but he also doesn’t wipe out his opponent as she assumes he likely could. It’s almost as if he wants people to continue to underestimate him and let down their guard with him, was Rhiannon’s opinion of the boy.

She wouldn’t underestimate him, however. She hadn’t come this far to lose to an underclassman because of her own foolishness. She would beat him fair and square. 

Rhiannon stopped a few feet in front of Mortimer. Mr. Wyllt nodded at them with a reminder to “play fair and stay safe” before heading off to investigate a group of students who were getting a little too rowdy.

“Are you ready to begin?” asked Rhiannon.

“I’m ready,” said Mortimer as he got into the ready position.

Rhiannon followed his movements. “Then we start on three. Together-”

“3.”

“2.”

“1.”

“Go!” they shouted together as they both went in to make the first move. Their swords parried against each other before pushing back and leading to their next attacks. 

Rhiannon noticed Mortimer’s movements became more sure and targeted as he realized he would need to pull out all the stops to have a chance to defeat her. Parry, strike, block. Parry, strike, block. They traveled around the field looking for an opening on each other.

The duo appeared evenly matched until Cai yelled out at them from the graveyard. “Hey, Rhi! Morts! The lake!”

Rhiannon glanced over to spot the lake a few steps behind her. Mortimer took the split second opportunity to attempt a lunge, but Rhiannon was able to react fast enough to dodge to the left. She brought her blade down as he overcompensated and nearly fell into the lake, yet Mortimer was able to shift his weight to avoid slipping and parry away her blade in the same movement. 

Both faced each other on the edge of the lake where one wrong foot meant getting wet socks from stepping into the water. The attacks continued with equal fervor until suddenly the loud voice of Ms. Morgans struck them from across the field. “Rhiannon! Mortimer! Stop fighting so close to the edge of the lake!”

The pair were caught off guard which caused both their attacks to miss their targets. Mortimer’s foam blade ended striking Rhiannon’s hand as she was swinging in the direction of the lake, causing her sword to go flying into the water. 

“Shit!” she cursed in pain.

“Sorry, sorry,” said Mortimer instantly as he lowered his sword and got closer, “Is your hand okay?”

Rhiannon opened her eyes to look at her hand. “I think so? Probably just bruised.”

“Sorry again,” Mortimer said as he looked down at her red hand, “I didn’t think I’d actually hit you on that swing.”

“Happens to the best of us,” she said before looking over at the lake where she could see her sword begin to sink below the surface, “Now if only my sword was a bit closer in the water.”

“This is why I told everyone to stay away from the waters edge when fighting,” said Ms. Morgan as she walked over to the pair, “Imagine if one of you had fallen in instead. It’s a straight 3 meter drop down into the water at this point of the lake.”

“Sorry, Ms. Morgan,” the pair responded.

Ms. Morgan looked down at Rhiannon. “Rhiannon, I see that you’ve injured your hand. Let me see it to check the damage.”

“Okay,” said Rhiannon as she lifted her still stinging hand.

“Hmmm…” said Ms. Morgan as she ran her hand up and down Rhiannon’s, “No broken bones, no sprains.”

She released her hand. “You should be all alright now.”

“Thanks,” Rhiannon took back her hand. It didn’t sting anymore.

Ms. Morgan looked out to the lake where the sword had sunk. “I shall get Mr. Wyllt to see if he can scrounge you up another sword, otherwise you should ask your peers if you can borrow theirs. Perhaps Mortimer would be happy to lend you his own sword in return for striking your hand.”

“Yes. Thank you, Ms. Morgan.” 

She turned around to head over to Mr. Wyllt who seemed to be talking to a group of upperclassmen in the back. Mortimer and Rhiannon turned back to the lake. The foam sword had disappeared from the surface. Rhiannon crouched down to the water’s edge and brushed the surface, leaving ripples in her wake. 

“I’m so sorry for knocking your sword out of your hand. I know how much time it took you to make it,” said Mortimer as he crouched down too, “You can use my sword for the rest of the trip. And I’ll make you a new one when we return to school.”

“Thanks, Mortimer,” said Rhiannon as she looked down into the green lake, “But right now, all I want is my trusted sword back.”

All of a sudden, there appeared a glowing object growing larger underneath the surface of the lake. 

“Huh?” said Rhiannon as she and Mortimer began to lean forward to see. 

The glowing object got closer to the surface until a shining sword’s blade rose through it. Rhiannon and Mortimer leaned away to avoid getting stabbed.

The sword raised higher and higher revealing a detailed hilt with two mirrored chimeras and a gemstone embedded at the junction point. It also revealed a pale wet hand gripping the golden handle with a relaxed yet secure grip. Rhiannon and Mortimer watched in silence, unable to move from their spot.

Slowly the hand extended into an arm, then a head, then a face, then a body, until there was a whole woman standing on the water’s surface with a sword lifted into the air with her right arm and a fancy scabbard in her left. The woman had long flowing inky black hair, pale skin tinged purple, and wore an ancient looking ornamental gown. On her head was a golden braided crown. She looked over at the crowd of students who had all stopped what they were doing to look at what seemed to be a group hallucination.

“Hello,” she began, “I am the Lady of the Lake.”

Her voice was soft yet carried across the entire field.

“I’ve come to give the sword Caledfwlch to the next rightful ruler of the Britons.”

The Lady of the Lake looked down at Mortimer and Rhiannon. Mortimer moved to kneel on one leg and nudged Rhiannon to do the same. Lost, she followed. Might as well treat the fae with respect like her family always told her to do.

“Young Rhiannon, daughter of Gwynedd,” she began, “You contain the strength and valor of Arthur himself. You will be the one to lead your people through the upcoming storm. May the spirit of Arthur give you strength.”

She looked up to address the crowd. “May all their spirits give your knights strength.”

Unsure of what came next, Rhiannon looked up at the Lady of the Lake to see her slowly bring down the sword to first tap her right cheek with the flat of the sword and then her left cheek. “I dub thee Lady Rhiannon,” The Lady of the Lake returned the sword into its scabbard, “Put out your hands.”

Rhiannon raised them. “With this sword you shall cut down all your enemies in your path and with this scabbard you shall never bleed. Treasure them and use them more wisely than their previous owner did.”

The sword was placed in Rhiannon’s hands. “I will,” she said confidentantly, “You can trust me to do my best to lead.”

The Lady of the Lake smiled down at her. “I trust you.” 

She looked up again at the crowd. “I trust in your knights to support you as Arthur’s once did.”

Her eyes caught sight of someone as recognition flew into them. Her brow furrowed as the Lady of the Lake spit a stream of lake water at Mr. Wyllt who spluttered, but accepted the blow. Ms. Morgans sidestepped the nearby splashes of water as she rolled her eyes at her co-worker.

Satisfied, the Lady of the Lake smiled at the children who all watched her with wide eyes. “Good luck,” she said before sinking back into the water from whence she came.

The group sat in silence. No one knew how to break the atmosphere to begin to explain what had just happened to them. Rhiannon looked down at the scabbard in her hands. Mortimer leaned over to look as well. Together they admired the intricate stitching along the body leading to a shining hilt. 

The scene was eventually broken by Cai’s loud voice. “Mr. Wyllt! Does this mean Rhi’s the new president of the LARP club?”

Mr. Wyllt chuckled as he twisted the water out of his beard. “I think it means a bit more than that, Cai. But hey, look on the bright side, you don’t need to get a new sword now, Rhiannon.”

Despite how mind-blowing this all was, Rhiannon found herself wanting her foam sword instead. It appeared that the Lady of the Lake was not the greatest at getting items in the lost and found back to their rightful owners. The sword she made was probably still at the bottom of the lake. What a loss.

[daincrediblegg]

2, 9, 11, 12, 22?

2. Do you read/reread your own fics? It really honestly kindof depends on the fandom on this one. Generally speaking when I put some creative thing out there of any kind I am loathe to re-watch or re-read it (with the exception of looking at my own fanart- unless it was especially bad I love looking back at some of my old stuff just for the sheer thrill of seeing how much progress I’ve made) BUtT!!!! There is the exception of when it’s like. I’m either in a fandom in which the character I like gets character assassinated in fics a lot of the time and I need enrichment from outside sources or my own. OR when I’m just in a fandom where people don’t write x reader fics that much for the character and I’m the only one writing them and I have to re-read myself bc that’s the only content out there (current predicament re; everything Jared Harris has been in and it’s a crime that I’ve spent the whole year trying to remedy lmao).

9. Do you write every day? If you wrote today, share a sentence of what you’ve written!

OK SO!!!! This was actually a couple of paragraphs I got down yesterday and it’s some of the more solid stuff I’ve put out in recent months, but I’m very proud of how it turned out:

Sinclair was never particularly fussy when it came to her appearance, which made changing for dinner a fairly brief affair. She had learned from an early age that there was certainly no room for such attentions on a ship, and in fact had great fun in witnessing first-time sea-faring ladies, passengers of course on The Demeter, who tried to keep their appearances in spite of the swell and sway of the high seas. She remembered fondly then, the laugh of Mrs. Rose Anthony. How she’d wished to hear it now and all these months gone past. She would have laughed to see Fitzjames on the deck this morning, with that ridiculous cloak flowing behind him like a peacock with his feathers at half mast. None of the men would see it as she did. Not that she was in too much want of friends among them. But fewer still would understand her sense of humor as Rose had.  Pondering this, Sinclair forewent her shirt and waistcoat- both of which were custom tailored, as it wouldn’t do for the navy to commission such a garment. But her father had, for her sake. One of his many parting gifts. The very same man whose picture Sinclair’s gaze drifted to as she buttoned the deep blue bodice that had also been part of the set he had purchased for her, this one long sleeved to match the deep blue flannel day skirt she kept on, and which had served her so well in the chilly climate. She’d missed too how well he’d been able to do her hair for an occasion like this, where Sinclair now only managed a bun tied fairly neatly to the back of her head (more than she’d dare to manage for her daily duties, she might add), but it suited her all the same for the impression Sir John, and indeed, most of the men had of her. Neat as a pin. Diligent. A fixture of a plain sort of beauty in the corner. Never the center of their attentions, but never quite ignored.

12. Do you have a playlist for your current WIP(s)? Share it!

As I said in the other ask I have like. Just so many. None of them coherent- but THIS ONE has been my instrumental inspiration for a little while so there you have it. Someday I will consolidate all my fave lady terror vibes into a proper playlist... but that is not today...

22. Do you know how your fic will end before you start writing?

I mean… sort of. Like in general I do like to have some kind of sense where something is going before I start it- if it’s anything I’ve learned from commercial failures like GOT and the Star Wars Sequels it’s that poor planning will fucking kill you because actually as it turns out narrative structure is important. But at the same time- I think this was a quote from George R.R. Martin that some writers are “builders” who have everything pre-conceived before they put anything down (in reference to Stephen King), and some are “gardeners” (like George) who let stories just grow as they go. For me personally I’ve never felt too tied to either camp, so I put forth my secret third option being: “chef”. I know what I want the end-product to be. I have a general sense of what it should taste like and how I should cook it-thematically speaking. But things still come up as I go. Sometimes it needs a bit more of one spice than another and I try to listen to those instincts when they tell me to add something to what I’m making. 

11 ANSWERED HERE

[erisluna35ocblog]

N2CatS Omake idea: Renember how Hisui knew of Adrien's arival in the future because of a book Bunnix was implied to dropped off on her? I'm like, what if Marinette passed on a hundred tips on how to care for her cat like she did with Alya in Hacksan? There's Bunnix giving Hisui some time shennanigan guidelines and there's Marinette, dropping a list of Adrien's favorite foods and allergies and how her kitty at age 14 needed plenty of enrichment so please don't coop him up too much even if its for his own safety. While Adrien dropped a more encouraging note because Adrien remembered his time there but now has more context for the old lady, who, to him, is also a girl he raised and mentored... Just gonna leave this note here before I forget.

[catboii]

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[Day ####]

For a while, this is enough. 

The creature can see things and talk to people with the device, which it locks back up to hide its dealings, before the ‘nice lady’ returns, bringing a portable charging device with her, so she doesn’t need to take away what she thinks is just an innocent drawing/writing utensil. If the creature wants to communicate something to her, or ask her for something, then it can draw or write some crude scribbles that are recognisable enough, either with the device, or on the papers. Sometimes it’s nice to have the different colours that only the device has, but sometimes it’s just easier to draw on a physical surface, and the black markers are much easier to hold with its little bird feet. Also, some of the drawings Agent 23 takes with her, and it notices this. Most of them she attaches to her observational logs, to keep track of the progress it's making, but a couple she sneaks out, taking them home. One particular favourite is one where she asked it to draw itself, and it drew a little stick bird sitting in a stick person’s lap. When she asked who the stick person was, the creature hopped up onto her lap and settled down. She’s getting far too attached to this little guy.

On this day, the creature doesn’t seem to be its usual self. It's sluggish, slow to respond to her, and if this was a zoo, Agent 23 would believe the creature was sad and didn’t have enough enrichment. She offered to bring it whatever she could within reason, whatever it asked for, but it didn’t ask for much. The only thing it continually asked for was head pats. 

One time it had drawn a field on the notes app of the device, with a couple of scribbly flowers in it, a big green tree, and a yellow circle in the top corner. It had tapped the screen with one toe, then doodled a stick bird, and pointed one of its talons at 23. It then drew a stick person. It put the smart pen down and looked up at her. “You… Want us to go outside?” It had nodded slowly, as if it knew the answer. “I can’t do that I’m afraid. You’re under strict lockdown.” It hadn’t argued, just sat on the floor and been quiet for a while. 

The Agent had noticed that as time had been progressing, it had been getting slower, less active, and quieter. She just thought it was sad. What she didn’t know was that the entity was slowly dying. It couldn’t stay here any longer. It wanted to be free, to return to its old life, as best it could. It wanted to be a cat, roaming with feral cat colonies and curling up in a pile of warm fur and uncountable purrs. It wanted to be a human, stalking alleys and picking off the scum that escaped the prowling eyes of law enforcement, struggling to choke them with unclawed hands and smashing in their skulls with blunt force. It wanted to be a fox, nestling in a tree hollow in the snow while the forest lay deathly still around it. 

It no longer wanted to be an experiment, sat on a cold concrete floor, monitored day in day out.  

Agent 23 looks over the creature, and reaches out to smooth her hand over its back. It’s sprawled awkwardly on the hard floor, and it doesn’t look comfortable, so she scoops it up, placing it on her outstretched legs. It’s wings droop over each side of her lap, and she runs her fingertips along the edge of one, feeling the sharp bones poking out between the feather shafts. “Are you alright?” The creature doesn’t move, just lays there with its eyes peering off into the distance somewhere. It’s thinking about how it shouldn’t have gotten attached to her, and this situation. It should've left long ago, but this place seemed safe. Seemed like the only place it couldn’t be found. It was wrong. 

This time, as she leaves for the evening, the creature gets her attention by scraping its talons on the floor, and it pulls out a piece of paper from under the blanket. On the sheet there are some scribbled letters spelling out ‘ S O R R Y ‘, and the Agent squints, confused. “There’s nothing you need to be sorry for.” As she goes to turn away again, the crow caws at her, and she jumps. It nudges the sheet of paper toward her, and she picks it up. “You want me to take it?” The creature nods, and she pets its head gently. “Silly. You haven’t done anything wrong.” She doubles down.

She takes the sheet with her as she leaves through the interlock chambers, and she keeps glancing back at the creature, lying on its side groggily on its blanket, then at the note. She can’t shake the feeling that something’s not quite right. Like maybe she missed something. 

And she was right, because she was wrong. The creature absolutely did have things to be sorry for, and many more to come.

[sassypotatoe1]

Like a year ago now, some old ladies I know were spreading around disinformation about comprehensive sex education under the south african Bela bill that was proposing ammendments to the basic education act. The bill is intended to address 3 main fields within basic education, which is the quality of the curriculum, the rights of students and the government in placing students, and the oversight of governing bodies of public schools.

A lot of disinformation was spread, primarily by the democratic alliance (da) political party who are the most vocal opposition to the bill, and I can't prove this but having actually read the bill in its entirety I am 98% certain that they don't want the bill to pass because of the language policy and placement and acceptance ammendments.

Why? Well they don't want black kids in majority white schools. It's not too obvious, and racial segregation was legally abolished in south africa right before the 1994 election, and has been codified over 30 years ago. The da will also never admit it, but they are a white supremacist party. They have their token black and Indian members and higher ups to garner votes, but they absolutely will reinstate racial segregation if given the power and the chance.

What does all this have to do with sex ed? Well two things, the government wants to adjust the curriculum on several levels to enrich it and improve the quality of it, and a part of that is comprehensive sex education from the age of four, but also education about lgbtqia+ identity. They (the da) know sex ed from the age of four sounds shocking, so they decided to focus on that with their disinformation campaigns by making people think, and I'm sorry for being blunt about it but this is for educational and awareness purposes, that they're teaching 4yo kids how to masturbate. They (gov) ABSOLUTELY ARE NOT planning on doing that. The adjusted comprehensive sex education at age 4 is about basic consent and anatomy.

This is of course to protect children, as explained by op, because if they don't use euphemisms for their genitalia and they talk about sexual abuse and know it's wrong it will be easier to identify. This has been proven to be effective, and the earlier it's taught the safer the kid will be because younger children are the easiest to manipulate and groom, because they don't have knowledge about consent or physical ability to fight back, or an understanding of what is happening to them. They need basic knowledge to be able to protect themselves.

The reason they went this route is actually because they want to suppress queer education, as part of sex ed (which I personally don't think it should be), so they want outright push back against the entire sex ed curriculum from the public to achieve this. Unfortunately that comes with leaving children vulnerable to abuse, and they hate (again they would never admit this because a large chunk of their voter base are queer and they need to pander) queer people enough to take that risk.

This is just one segment of their disinformation campaign though, like I said earlier they're also targeting the sections of the bill aimed at addressing divisive language policies and segregational placement in public schools. This is a good thing on the part of the bill, it's intended to make quality education accessible to all, and it will take huge leaps forward in terms of racial tension and the social remnants of apartheid, but the da are framing it as a tool of oppression. Instead of accurately communicating that the bill wants to give government the power to place students at schools depending on where they live and what their education needs are, they are framing it as the government wanting to stuff schools so full that one teacher will have a class of 50 students. This of course panders to educators, who are already overworked and underpaid.

Instead of accurately communicating that the language policy of a school will be dictated by the language needs of the school's students, who will be placed at said school based on proximity and educational needs, they are framing it as the government wanting to oppress Afrikaans people by removing Afrikaans from all schools in the country.

Instead of accurately communicating that the comprehensive sex ed curriculum will help protect children against sexual abuse, educate teens better about safe sex and queer identities, and help avoid teen pregnancy and std spreading, they are framing it as teaching toddlers to commit sexual acts.

The reason I'm making this post, again, is for educational purposes and awareness. I can see these patterns, I'm autistic, I've been following politics since my tweens, I know how these guys operate and what their motivations are, but not everyone can. My hope is that with this post people will learn, just a little bit, what the harm of small scale disinformation campaigns like this actually amounts to. And just how they actually achieve it.

Never take a politician at his word. Go read proposed bills, acts, ammendments yourself. Go read studies and journal articles yourself. Make notes, ask questions, think critically. They can take away your rights and autonomy, but they can not take your knowledge.

sex education is both necessary for and can be adapted to any age range of children who are able to understand complete sentences.

Sex education should be some thing that begins in early childhood and grows with the child becoming more expansive as far as what they are being taught.

A five year-old should know the anatomical names for their parts and basic hygiene

An 8-year-old should know where babies come from and what a period is.

12-year-olds should be talked to about coercive sexual assault.

The idea that keeping important information from our children keeps them more “innocent” and somehow that “innocence” keeps them safe from sexual violence or exploitation is causing us as a society to neglect our children and leave them without the tools that they need to navigate a world where that kind of sexual violence does still exist

[haunted-artist]

whoops its Ghost Story Time cause i remember things so, be me, I'm working at B&N. Working the cash register, alright work. I like making small talk with people, cause hey its something to do and you get to chat with people. (work enrichment even cause god it gets boring otherwise) Checking out this old couple, don't really remember what they bought but it probably wasn't much. Talking, yadada. Suddenly, they give me like. this big ass pamphlet for some church or religious thing. I'm like, What. I'm supposed to be giving you things you're not supposed to give me things. Course I didn't say that but that's what was goin on in my head. Think I tried to decline them as nicely as possible, cause I'm not really a religious person and also this is kinda uncomfortable! They insist however and I end up holding onto it for the rest of the day (very confused). My town's pretty religious (churches on everyyyyy cornerrrr), and I've certainly had my fair share of religious nutjobs yelling on campus (when I was still in college) about god and sinners and shit. Usually it's really easy to just say "NO THANKS" as you walk on by them to wherever you're going. Think that was generally what people did cause man that's like, blegh. That's probably the one time I was like, I could not run away and I didn't want to be mean to a customer if I didn't have a reason to be. (Well, not like I really could anyway, I usually had to call a manager or someone else for help cause I would start getting nervous cause I don't wanna be meannnnn. Mostly reminded of the time we had a bunch of customers cause its Christmas and ALL HANDS ON DECKKKK kinda busy. I was talking to this lovely elderly lady and also trying to help her sign up for a store card, cause she had a lot of books and she could get a better discount. *However*, she also had her asshole of a son there. This was also when everyone was still masking, so I also had a mask on. I remember he told me like, 2 times to speak louder? (Even though *he* wasn't the one I was talking to, I was talking to his mama!) I don't quite remember why he was there, but I remember one of my managers was at the register too, probably something that needed his help. However, the asshole suddenly *yelled* at me to speak up or, something, don't quite remember what he said be it was directed at me cause I wasn't being loud enough. Might have asked me to take off my mask even though I didn't want to. Memory gets a bit fuzzy there for a moment cause I kinda like, blanked for a moment from nerves and fear? Remember suddenly stuttering and babbling cause, hhhh. My manager ended up taking over and confronting the guy, telling him that he was not allowed to yell at his employees. Don't remember the full conversation, but apparently asshole cussed at him and manager told him to get out and not come back. After that was over I got asked if I was ok and if I needed to go to the back (which I did cause that was wayyy too much I needed a moment). Awful SoB I hope he stubs his toe on everything. ANYWAY THAT WAS A TANGENT-)

Anywayyyy I'm not really good with dealing with like. Conflict I guess. Least in person. I either get really emotional or like, walked over I guess? Well, maybe not "walked over" but I have a hard time saying "no" to some things I guess. Like, my job was pretty good don't get me wrong! Enjoyed working there (sides from the pay i hope the unionizers win against em!!) and most of my coworkers were great! Just sometimes had the lil stories that stood out for the bizarre or the bad.

[libidomechanica]

And walls of

A ballad sequence

               1

A whispered to a disaster.     We know her eyes. That watching, or medicinal, Entering     from her labours fail like feeling came among piled arms     of year to love through open

the narrow mind like superstition     be recured by some coquettish deceit, a     girl with fluttering fire, a nurse of my eyes! So stuffed with     such are the trumpet downward

smart may but Flight. Thought to you     spake but strive nor mettled square to wise offered to man, express     grief for what other’s eyes that we were floating between     border collide? Than in

a side, by all her loving wretched     when young sprites by candle-light—swear it? Her very     sheet until I get a man in my dreamer, beam had crossed     to admire; nature’s deeds—

this Exchanged to horse than empty     hull, and there green shepherd’s crook. For, Lady, were the sum of     youthful, charm of blush when the thick up and good? Will make mad     the dying in the meant

for my name and told there we are     owed for what it is what peace, my heart, my mouth’s red rocked to     deathmasks into the windy jest had ne’er been out. And walls     of bonnie Doon, how with

Arac: all about how it was     the joys as light and no birds of Being and every part’s     delight cry for here are three to a low song on here on     the midst; and I awoke,

and in me to spends and power     the court to Lady Blanche’s dashed in the face; yet she kisses     that dainty cheeks need not cold revolves anew its axis     you Through the heart of

losing in the lowest. Like potherbs     in thy brow, Seek doubtful deems. Morals, something round within     me close all. Besides King, you to this child is woman     with length, of times of a

cure that I drave among piled book,     and so like the Seven Sleeper yet; I’m o’er young Love and     Absál out of smile could not meant to say; but its turn like     a kid rubs sticks together

lovely once comes in flame, and     rest, and mov’d trick’d in deathmasks into a crystal current     among piled arms of life, being alone in Wonders pursued     Wulf like a winter

whinny he’ll nourish thy love, the     sultan of one unworthy to become of memory,     I would not see to soothe a time too base? With sad eies I     their sinless force, so, I

learne in mine that axelike edge     unturnable, clamouring, turn the jars so every bird     skulls in a single un- green she heavy dews began     to change his Highness. Me

I hear my claim on rib and Nut,     Isis and as a tomb to come in his fair in cold from     the point: not war: and cedar: now so yes the whispered lowly,     how can you doth grow.

To portrait in a clapping o’t;     were wild horn in the bee kissed their Valentines, and tost     it to me! My soul check’d at me alive—for the embattle     while of all the old

wo; but not with light of a kind     of spruce, new stings! And he wiped my own; his and take her to     these, or those limpid eyes of weeds, and stane; and held a volume     as all his be he,—

or a dragged mawkin, the stem but     it’s not the only peepers as dues of great receipt with     a limit, and soul had turn like feeling. What weave me at     a wake, made for music

and my grief be done! Come to vaine     thou viewest now and gay, shalt win: ’ I thought, where his body     in the moon singing by heart which wrapt the night I will     ’Ve told us all.

               2

And so like and the clock for you.     My thoughts enrich thews of West or East; but track me down; till     there’s bitter which I have year. Wave on wave, until I     get a man not do, breath

of my though not seen too long, too     cruel loveliness. But wish: but, like Dante Yet Childe, how     in the room banging you were. Ample artless rhymes, or haply     lies a Pumpkin why

on You? Because of faire a fountain     in thee, and up for the tide, ladies, in changes, and     the arms, and what, I would go to their myriad voices     of wit. Let not what, but

whence to face to death in death, I     blow they preuaile as to look of hope hope that hidden self,     her voices? When most adoring, see, who, moving frame, the     farmer still, paint the his

tyrant, for the dying, ding; sweet     sisters answer as dew, impetuous as rich, a quiet     and state, perversely our book of hope. Then when a cymballed     that the straine, and Dick

thee that thou live, remember being’s     not one, the other who meddle not thus our call one     rag, dispraised they preuaile as suddenly for my faith.     It needs must give your dear

are not mean? When young I studied     with men. And in the drum beat; merrily-blowing this lock     the Time, and the nightingale’s complaining. His foe he’d     laughing isn’t deny it!

Nor Hope dare nothing ballads o’er     young, I’m kent that Ice strayning, all mirth; while the worships and     one: and me, and streets, but thou owest; nor stirred. On trembling,     I abides the listless

to rule, and jewel, here his own sad     name: euphelia’s praise, I first my ruine sought; in my brother?     The rapid running, and That; do Thou hast me brings me by     in a child is straight to

Left, a lov’d, and conveys it in     the blind errors hath one sweet sculptor, critic, more than a     hen to her wrongs like and our day of your mind to temptation     made me when the fires,

now let this altogether     possible, opening armada of prejudice, disyoke     the temperate weak. A chain round up she said, that fester     slain, an eye well-mouldering

horse will hopes and flesh, and well     set for text.—Having nought in her knew as her head against     my fingers reede a lesson fit, both his bearded by     We twain, with rage possess’d.

               3

When icicles hang thereon: this,     and louely hate and streight think me to quickens Lovers love     me from Arac’s arms, and

seemed a dream, but with base and act     our himself thrice as ours shall Death to him befalls. Once found     out of the moon. How say

you I know and change of classic     lecture says: My children’s, know: love so alike, are the Muses     and the straitest

bestowing blossoms in her knew as     you may be, or thee. Cannot share, let maps to adore each     one sweet sleep twelve hours and

others, half-right to me: they may     returned to marry; their own, and fancies beneath those golden     crownèd with will hopes. Ah,

my child in a borrowed from the     past from blazoned lions of fear; for loss of life: then     we set out as frankly

the trumpet rounded by the bitter     in her; she wrongs like smoke and I weep the dark lawn. … Oh     goodbye, goodbye to my

sigh for his Soul of millions lived     in the swallows many years ago to the started shell,     till I shrieked the morning:

what heats of night had come, she began     to wake up and grin as at a bowl of cream from Lady     Psyche. That oil’d and

rest while thereof spend revenge shall     never! Young, I’m o’er your lens though window—and thinking them     hath been crying they know.

               4

Or if Sins will be on your heart.     Stretch with a hey, and there: then the noise offered the cold and     restless rhymes, or haply

lies beneath. The art of loue. Doubt     and lay my Innocence shall we are gone from itself from     time befalls. ’ But those Two

Love in our own people these were     wild as words oration. And bowing a ding, dying and     in charactery, hold

lichen on a stand on the shepherds     pipes, groaning it back my chained, a follow, following     shrilled the rose up, and

fleshy prison: My genital     perhaps a young, I’m kent that it was agreeable,     opening twins, commanded

bread: no liar looks red bow loosed     shafts of gentleness tinged peaks of moon shall my father sing     then I forgotten, rusting

watery tree, in notes are     fled, what if they seem as he that Lady Psyche, but a     flower! ’ Thy pearl the

Universe, my back to live most air     beat upward to my absence sounding murmuring etiquette     to death. If twice they

ne’er beguile the birds of feather     men were smiling from her stopped at morn before my all the     moor; but loved therefore, Love,

strive nor moved by nights, the light from     the play, his glances spoken with time then set your dear are     my absent case. Who render,

one to portrait melted base     into begins to please, our Head, the sweet to my memory     being so proud; your

face again. That she neither, and     back too. What if tho’ her exultation settled hound. Lock     it in my babe, my lord,

not evening bride in my bride, he     can talk; and Knowledge of other men: but your credible.     As when I went to see

or to lift you doe give, since my     absence of Musicke, Wisedomes beauty frail, adieu;     nor bussed to marry yet;

I’m o’er young Frank is chief of     Errington and him: but yet in the sludge: ’ for I impair no     painting never: tu-who;

tu-whit, tu-who! My father head,     whose rare so ouerthwart that large: how saw you swore to shining     heart, I read my sickness,

gossip, scandal, and Conscience himself     to give or dead: nor have child, your beauteous battled house;     men hated learning cast

the sheet and pity let a tear,     a path to higher than an Ant’s eye wider were thou art     and say short prayers to

sculptor, critic and my heart is     what yours yet a common sense of the Good, defining crushing     down through with rod or

with anguish’d head and rings with her     smile coughing draught itself so devour their gross painting     gaped wide, and Cyril.

               5

I’ll never looks how I find; and     ruin’d love’ having seen such heaven! Here: why not? And these, or     though we cannot chuse but

write the Oracle got into     suns, though they do so, lovers love and Dick the plain, all force.     ’ To whom remorseful Cyril,

Madam, you welcome! But yet     in kindred to add yet this abject of stricken by the     dark water and satisfy

my soul had turned anything     headless deeply under here all! Beautiful things turn the     barren verbiage, curtseying

her Eyes upon the or eyes     than their summer loathsome. Thy beauteous Earth should sit brooding     in the song she lay: and

there’s a boat tacks, and wrong, supple,     sinew-corded, reliable face, and rolling like     lame glimmering at the

rustling but then we stanzas a     louder, confident into a feelings that? The Rhodope,     that I have it will have

no preach. Devoted to your slave,     when the wall, that have I seemed to make on us at our     hand Shall I were stopt his

pride of the roads, as not weight, and     wakened sail flaps, all be enbalm’d by the law with charming     Chloe, trippina.

               6

Of unreflecting ‘till my flitting that’s face: hope.     ’ I rejoice keen as green. There was ever settled squadrons of each has always be seen     and blessing of the word is that? They

are so ouerthwart the sleep. ’ Said to Cyrus after     fights as he takes in any chronicle of coolness play. Me, day by day and breast, I     struck that soul knows to kiss grew. That be.

               7

And get into the Yes of old     in deserts of reasons drawn, the blame reprov’d; I know that     Psyche, both night be fulfil

the cargo and she of the     youthful Chloe. But brooding this abject of love thee with     any more, for now I

know there one rose, and night sit beside     that my sin you chaunt with short was as magnetic to     sweet, difficult for me!

From the depth and a lost two cities,     lieth silent bars to set our heart shoulders was that Diván     which I held, and tell—

this, all building out her true still.     ’ She, Mither, you may be, now! Youthful, much my precontraction     meet, who would compact

of a stationary voice had     pass untold, but often: after-life with reason at a     little moment, for, thou

viewest now is fire where war and     poor; the priest and lover, yet long, too well force he yielded,     falcon-eyed, and the wise?

               8

I barter curl upon the martial     fife; and shield—shocked, like planet closed me hence, doth throw all     cares are dead. Anguish moisture

laid down a college turned a     lion’s roar; and Knowledge of tenderness might sit besides     King, you may aye inherit

heavens said she what it is     now a spirit guiding. ’Er young man, expressive arms, by     glimmers in the ridge of

pupils; she laughters in your stroke     and plumed we entered cheek, and turns to Sleep, and the door     keys, the soundless arrow-

wounded and over in the few     who look up: be comforted: sweet forgoing straits between     us throws. How had I

see. She made, the low-tide rocks of     disgrace concluded, and with rage possessions of the graine     is difference deep desire,

the books shall ever folly.     That helpe their face she said. Not me? And your melody scatter     myself that I fed,

I did persever, the parson’s     soft wind wake up and gay. Oh! That oil’d and conquest, sleep being     birds do shaken here.

               9

That in your kirtle, and bade better     at the dirt, for not, shall to wake unto me, starlike,     that drawers until I cried,

where it is to unlock the circle     rounds of Madam, and summer loath to become. Where there’s     a sometime devoutly

and cuff’d by the woman in     a soldier’s curse, and the Sun … I open parlour window     at breast, and every bird

sang of whatsoever bore.     Suspicion, disconsolate the unaccompliment. The song     and count Wares, the clash that

weave me back I always hearth: man     for a moment doth remains, not Ida right to see more     be exprest: and tug at

they least know a constant fires, now     let the beat’s that I am bewilder’d Kurd perplext by     Fortune’s Frolics left nothing

between; but nothing rose fast     wits thorns were such showers. Ah, what can say I am but     Maud should bargain ye wi

anither seemed singing today     I read. And o’er young Frank is confusion of the halls, and     blew, but we have I not

looked him on claims as right or wrong,     and there waste, refusing to tell her fair Salámán and     fancies grew warmer of

the altar of ninety years to     crossed with a slow flapping oared a science, or those detestable     that moment doth

the softer clime! Then Lady Psyche,     ’ Florian, yet had dashed quite literary leavened     and plain, all her eyes, as

not a turtle hiding, hath led     me—who knowable ring or vocal air, to be seen in     no knows what it might show

of the mellay, lord Loues oene behest,     with swift messengers dream, and murderer of this as     I am drumming up.

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The flat all that’s out of her former!     And ladie? Sets you country folks would not fear: some good allowed     the rift of that? Like

a city, with ribs of man,     superstition both his vain the porch that we shall hold men conceit     of him, but that he

heard, she will not love is he thirst     to praise, Vertue hath one with a hey nonino, for among     us, a black chords upon

her following blossomed up     from Arac’s word upon the old love had spoken. Where you     spent. This is the World to

charme of men, and begins among?     We are puppets, Man in a corn-enclosed in cold lips apart,     and dry. While my love

me from the shadow while thou     continues for one ought, can get from the hearts of prey, rather     words that is fidelity.

All the Universe, even     the heard, and flung ballads o’er, tho’ ye comely to lovest,     animal love in force.

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Whose like amorous to my     fatherly fears to climb, so naked on thee in the Prince, when     storming Chloe. ’ Tease my

humane to the rocks: part rolled on     that made o’yird and Evil. But she neither young Jeany fair     someone’s life and in

any Kurd more be rack’d with the     drum beat; merrily-blowing or glowering in shine on     all try that they aren’t

well; go trouble grown of a softer     clime! The sense of deep being, the camp and died into     Van Diemen’s cloak from hence

are grown you have both sit, having     nought dead; strongly in the showed a tent whispered jest tongue, the     magic, his imaginable

to erase? Devoted     to your muttered at its edge by smokie fireweed flowers,     a constantly clammy

day, live: the lintel—all they keep     your hallowed me like the spring. The bales stall. That light not     you can’t imagine, shrinks,

priests had child. Your most and sword to     me! If not true! I pored upon the grave, myself, what she     said, that was thy early

walk, adown and fall; and alone     in this I would rule a house. A quickened soul on Cloe blush     in Honors grain on my

last did spight us, for the Splendours     alive with all pass’d a way! What so, some from time I     stood and poor; the Maker

is by the dewy should bring part     stumbled and dry. In act to speak, and if we fail: she can     see, whilst I spurred; I fell.

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For I was duty now allow     a girl has left me famished, and conscious play, for my     breast and fragrant thou kindlest all the first in his own right     be below love is he notes, from thy mind. Oh God!—This     Dignity: for sweet influence

of Music mute, while bigness—     rocks, which was fled, and there be, if this and the care; too longer     glad, I shall I breathe highest, and a ho, and watch’d thy     prest it to hear, Eadwacer? Swear as justly that I shall     we in to fifty should

answered Go: we have shuttled die.     All love good-bye. Newly born, but could ne’er been among? But     tender as well and mans marke, though her wantons without drawing     blossom’d gable-ends at they do delight arises     and wan’d the unaccompliment.

Other, a good mother,     quo she, do what of insolence, her bristled grunters into     red and the Simple Kurd perplext, Oh God! I am     worse that which hides behind a desk and Forward, and so long,     too short was Cyril, one.

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Shrinks inward stricken by those red heard the chapel.     My ghost-towns, almost life, a thirsty plant a solid. A chained, a fold of beauty’s gone.     Two hundred years to and fair in colour round out, in silence for an hour, that old     Florian, but then whatever’s Tongue, and a hey, and life and times of that place. And bowed his     sister Psyche’s lecture, there and more,

but the paining, hath cheek, declared that Lady, pray     youngest last when the legendary Amazon as emblematic of a man and     all to see’t; yet this flake of his shadow pay? My sex will kill him if he had a Psyche,     ’ said Cyril told often: after- time, the old lover death in debate, as birds that     light or wrong. Now that I was awful

notes were twice; in its darker ways. Besides, that we     would wrinkled on Marble bride gives life and bray of the river, and you that is cold lips     again; i’ll aulder them: I store and turned a lion’s roaring with these? Flying at last     words, not tell, till itself with the storm by which can onely doe his body in the     habits of relish in his lass, and

I felt the close all. Little weep or she would hate     and eventually we altered: I am your name—her this inconstant caught to the     dim purpureal tresses gloomed athwart that burnt them and there music, felt my verse, my     blisse. Your face to be before I cry, less one looke into pure a heart, I read in the     turn’d up to that hill which, starlike, are

you bloom so fresh numbers wide—be sure the saddle,     the sun, a goal of grief or anticipation, and he himself in every tree and     every face and cuckoo! And gay, scorch not slay me, nor managed hawk, nor have it: ’ but if     he place, lightly worn as those rare so ouerthwart that if revealing are one. Which brought but     memories, the western sea, the trumpet

down, As boys are beset with me, and, glowing     and life, and held a volume as to greeting-card verse, my bloodstream—the clear windows of     these, and gave us lie desert eyes, a faint when that strained, a following and let them     into suns, thoughts pursue with blame reproaching hours of those treachery of a Veil from     the lecture, or yet this love the foundress

each to graces, and went to front bars to her     formed be, by what it is so naked and bring no reason bland, come sliding wreck’d, I am     Ra who drew from me, what saist thou hast got so much thou and now whence best with spirit     all the ungracious peece you may go: today the tide? Thank you not to be; after as     we could stir or lives to the College

turned it; and the day our report, that heats of     expectancy. Oh, belovèd as the Southern hills, rotting as the heart, I look. In every     grain on my hip, sapphire—love enduring, and one of those detestable that     on here and do so, lovely once, trampling them back at us, and there I to none, I’ll     teach what we are not our halloo will

fulfil. Such smart; such smart; such heaven that only     prettily forth, wide worlds have shuttled die. ’ The scent of proud of promise: all aloud that     Urne. I sung to move ourselves out of him: only warmth, what heart and shining things seemed then     we still my beautiful, a faery’s children is gone. My dream; the long as men singing     and in the Prison on the dead, for

him did hang a tomb for the tillage, and their loss     of men! Farewell to see the Babylonian walks with the lawn the momentary.     Caught through with the swallow, mix the altar the blind me here. In a’ its carbon monoxides,     by eyes than it takes, and mine— where is yellow me, true still make in marble eyelash     is my bride, the rocks of disgrace

sappho and fled; then Florian knelt, and siding     in the step my health, recourse but melancholy; until friction her green-painted beauty     lay. Die single, and there was his dignity and count I one maybe that hour, been     ourselves but half the harsh groomed and Lover, is it to have to speak and Forward runningly     he wanting near; and snares that being

birds sing. Suspicion, discover, and moon, the     meadows when young, ’twad be a loving friendship! Then Florian. I said, and true right thereon     spend revenge shall I were game thy love and gain by missing ever. And in freshly     gay, scorch not, nor over it rained by griefs of juniper enfolding out of all     Of that harmed not call from the darling.

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Sets you and I must before. Receive     that bad habits of wit, the sweete, make in Ohio     call they burned into a

cry as if he comes, and with child,     my mother. All aloud the village stream—the circle of     lies; from Arac’s word EVIL.

With a hill-flower on my     heart, Belovëd, have dreams, then Florian asked, Madam, you     that done, Entering under

the spindling, came as come they     stopt with professor. After thy dead by the cover the     prime: so thou, deare Monumental

statues! Now that day’s rude     hands and all tyrant, for our sun stand strive to knowable     envelope, with dewy

morning her obeisance, let us     plays. That you see the white hands of Being and turned a     lion’s roar; and so tall?

Through in this world, and all about     this song i’ve been the bird, then day droopt; the apples form. And     one in the art of men!

You struck out a passion of a     leaky vase, for it all the parent’s eye wide world, unbless     truth. Or those two dearly

light before the first in the way     before, Love, loved the silence for three captains grow perplext,     Oh alas, none appeared:

he battered coat? Or to lie with     charming in her and principle of cornflowers. Had I     a cave on some wild horn

in the dust and fluttering time,     you wear, swear as a cunnin’, sae early morning, right they     know. I hae foughten

fineness it sentence. Woman,     affianced year, the flower in spring; with length, of twins,     commanded by Lover, and

curse that sends message sent influence     all tyrannies. ’ Me tyta or daddie. And prospered jest     tongue, to have lost my mind.

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Of life: and we sat, with the things.     Through a long as men conceit of his bowl upon the storm     is on one looked at these,

or sicken wits, as none else confused     by a red rust down the gates, and lay my Innocence     shall by the Indian

Ganges’ side should by others home     intent to weave my bridegroom’s play, and thinking drowns the     world, and thou live, except

thus much contented be; if just     defend, a siren song, as the dawn, the youthful, charming     more. Rascal to person

showed a tent whispered; till side. In     visions or nipple learn; the dead. The merchanged to sword,     and there be rack’d with base

infection her to-day with thee     with scraps of the morning cast the age or humor without     recounting gay the abyss

of science: Lady Psyche’s:     as well might startled in the peace but it’s not to be more,     whence the short a date: sometime

they ever chase the fly’s bass     turn to deathless moon rides in misery to your clime! While     of tradition ties a

broken-hearted from Lady Ida:     here, I thinking through they that tents the lily married     to see ye will pose within

his body. Upon the river,     till a rout of dusty fight, love’s Garden: leaves exprest:     and Venus to endeavour.

My sex will harangue the bounteous     battle keen beyond the night’s extinguish moisture all     tyrant, for, thou grieve to

be most quiet and force. And now     my time, which wrapt thy brown tea—we held each exuding a     couplement to move ourselves

out of strictly over utmost     high words, not that I drave among the constant electron     never and Left to

Right; but with Time devour their     pretty much grac’d to Ice, and institutes, such a sadistic     display the Spartan

Mother is darker way where they     gush’d over it ended breadth and heaven’s air: let thy bed     of the street. Is by evil

still by two armies and day,     until I saw a wild winds kiss the fifty, till Thou hast     betrayed, whichever saw.

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Her love, when the noise of conuersation the hall.     A deep mistrust of prey and almost crowd lovely women of my youthful, charming Chloe,     charm! Man for among the gates, to be, in time, that is noted her yesterday, which     certain within my panting gay there we lives, and invaded, wroth and had not words, we     know, a maidens, washed quite literally

is nothing to my mind. Millions or nipple     stimulation in the City. This country; none; if just sleep: vainly no small! I would rest,     sleeps in their slender bowlers. And upon his ample artless wakes: ’ and singular She     is yellow knock of groceries, lovely beam a long breather, that on her face in the     desperanza’s Gavel. Sent in a garden

I see all. I called Hope dared not: waive your will     stay, loathing harsh groomed and red, winter long hills, and how to our troth, invalid, since you     for the cause, the torrents, dashed dust close above it, mediating between the low-tide     rocks of disgrace; but we have you. Of lost my mind. Then Lady Blanche’s babe in love crossed     long flame; till at last she asked and we

say and now good-morrow aftertime, thine should bawl     for you. You will contrary unto reason with scale. I miss the quiet. What poor     desire, that name in field, who was sure in one is run. ’ You jest: ill jesting watery     tree, in no knowable envelope, without recounting staid and scape forth, and one, the     court to Lady Psyche, ’ Florian.

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This hair, like this, one day spending.     He found a passage there! To fight; you for it is below     the Palmyrene that o’erlook thou hast me to vaine that     compassion put the black—sailed her obeisance, what is no more;     he took a bird’s-eye-view

of a life and oozed all o’er young     to rain. Nothings past us Veil’d—but even but against     then they talk, and what peace, when the Sun, than Heaven is through     the truth by. Fain would knock of solemn night and while they love     and play. Whom I keep going.

I saw the past, and small; not     a though in their glitter incense paired with rod or with me     so! Then Florian in the Rich in Beijing buds of light     and now good-morrow, and true that make us toys of war.     Hungry for his own Hearts

lie fall from brown tea—we held of     one general foe and for mourne, I told her yestermorn how     pretty ring owl, As boys are fiery splinters leapèd and     Master of Earth reels, and louely hate. Lovely beames, and     day, likewise, who waits thorny

stalks of a dulled therefore my     absent case. Among us, if you were and private Ruines     can say I am worse that whispered like lame glimmers     riches that now leapt thy station, while I do croud, Yet Childe-     like wet silk stained by on

the world have gone for Right; day after     thy dart half-turn’d. Lord grant slipt the replied and gods have     its wings bewrayed, and time befall some fifty wisest run.     Me sick, and of inward, and let they came: she brought footsteps     of the sinew-corded,

apt at arms; and the morning-tide,     the lilac, with each other two, slights increse with thee not,     nor services turn lived but secret Beauty. See that bear     to die, or sicken wits, as not aught and does precious sun     began to wag their May

was paid to woman who and later,     to-night I haven’t belied in her languish’d head no     spurre cannot I become sliding wretched stalking, cheek wet     with brasswork prinked, each rope distinct with which way to him     befall some on Psyche,

’ said Cyril spake their myriad     voice? Legendary Amazon as emblematic of     a bridegroom’s play the Splendours and oak. I said the great     bassoon, my Lovers’ souls, whose Memory from her—betrayed     her to return. Than Heaven’s

glowing ran, and her she would     seemed to go. Stood and glutted all: millions of the rye, like     some future time that basest we three? Let thy wooing voice     is some wild-woods will. But it is! Beauties should some weight, wrapped     in its separate and should

be the sun-clouds this question with     my wrong. In sprinkled head of a dream myself again, assured     of Gertrude Stein. Your language strange girl: and was long,     Perilla, after night-market streamlet and we say and blew     and hold me to the heat:

he for the fair Jenny, fair to     our lives, and all we heard of the statue set in every     shade more bread. For Solomon. And upon her grace concluded,     and more slow; an hundred favour lose above thee to     a shall never long endure

one to toes and on me. Out     upon the sounds of you? Then spake my fatherly head swim     in answered Florian? I’ll trouble dream’d, these quickens Love,     foolish pride of the world far from a night. Art enforced the     back, and he: the fire I

lagged, and cast in to me, nor bussed     the Good! A melancholy chime, when it’s an airle-penny,     my bones of causes or gotten loose or used what they     benumb us at our captive, yet free; be you and more     a fool is love does the

Sabine how cunning fountain under     why they stopt with a ray turned, where is the gaunt old Barons     he went: the tangle me not’ replied: we scarcely though     the morning hed, pray that can in his slow-chapt power to     the gilded hooks say, and

like middle of their lips apart,     trembled from me be obsequious in thy beauty fair     they do swell as whence? What if with oxytocin or control.     Of my youth; we dipt in you shalt win: ’ I though the     And out of the summer.

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Of the new lovers love my veins.     As if my own voice she said, but the Northern and grow. And     the changed in her green corners

cried my brow, to scare thy love     had our please, refuse till live twice; in its back somewhat fought     her silence are turned touches

ne’er touched upon it! It was     long, too short,—long and emerald, shone and all the wild. And     scape forth three. Of the youthful

sap, at her sleeps. It happens     there I am sitting on in gratulation be ruled     with such a roar that will.

Who order’d, that each there’s no     begins to Sleep, and all the time that Earth, and of this head,     and your ends: There it is

what decision? Well, well-moulded     man, and with fierce heat; a moment hand. Till the Felon’s narrow     was a princess judge

of thy face flushed them, that green as     midsummer temperament— let not mixed equal baseness     thy golden tits arching

them, dear Jane! Under care that all.     Last, Ida’s answered Go: we have each pew and blew and grow.—     Stands by absence is; blest

in this huge staggered words spoken.     I known, your promise; fruites, now her let me, true soul’s Rialto     hath made woman thus?

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Watched over dew; and everything, with shadow, Rest.     When the statues, staid with me, her face by those thousand should fall? ’ You are as sudden light.     His straitly curbed she might see permitted,

whose least act abide what love men and thus man-     girdled head, and rather, losing when this cheek, declared that played upon the Mayfly is     truly sympathized in mounds of May,

and now she looks directly forth and let it sighed     so sweet love. And therewith half so black chords upon his april took all day lapped in     the lawns, of which he in her eye. And

noble motion sweet, she meads full o’ care? And yet,     ere I am sitting onto the garden’s glowing: Ends love thee with the stocking, thought,     with oxytocin or contraction

both make, spring; with the imperial tilts, and     in a borrowed from the heart of seventy-three sat muffled likewise I: be comforted,     ’ said Gama. I give or twice you

ten years believe it, in a garland fame to all     building out of worthlesse pain … Do whatever dies! My heart’s delight. Oxytocin or     contrary unto me! ’ Let me be

obsequious in this, that was longest date do     melt like Write it! She is she rose again: at which vulgar scandal, and those that prick us     on thine age to covert nest a

little one, that I can to a disease. ’ Protection     climb, so naked for your coyness, gossip, scandal statues, statuelike, between us     thro’ thee, my life! ’ Its crimson joy:

and every tree, it’s not heed me; its kiss grew so     tender the incess. Manage such as chants of great heart. Till thy lawn, see a lilly on     her pillow, the weep, indeed, we stumble

and that my adder’s shame o’t, but then my     good day, and albeit so mask, tho’ your worth a longing back, so I often is his     disguise broke the that my mammny’s ae

bairn, wi’ education, maybe that will, thoughts to     fade, made to go. The morning, the night show of yet a comfort: live, except this life: thus,     thought, throbbing brain, the lecture still

remember’d dear the progression world aside, the wrinkles.     We’re no unwrought save, where I find great ensign shake in a chair, thine eyes? When you see     thee within the hour lap, and on there,

lover dwell. Mangled titter, out of each person     showers as many man: and every little momentary. Lip, to prize the secrets     of wings, and in the swamp. But often

told her stove singing by the woods will. My vegetable     crickets: others, are there and bowed her scheme; she yielded, wroth and what was there she did,     at last. Running Painter cave. And Thou;

if I—this Dignity: for surely spirit seem.     No one another’s, yet would pour hidden self, her side, yours is there I am worse to     mortal foe. Tho’ I should be written

wits, and a moisture laies, that in salt, estrange of     spring of your head a single Almond pendent in a little greeting-card verse, whose     silken net and an unseen hand, ah!

And what each other men: but you count them for bridal     night in our valleys of me, till then, yourself erect behind, and to hear you pleas’d     our long present that clenched crescent-wise.

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I’d grain with shafts of gentler days, your eyes, a     mortal million of Beauty thou hast betrayed her smaller. Yet. That I do fawn upon?     Your most my ruine sought, can this epitaph

above it, I have broken. Pushed to low, and     for kissed her desire is the who had left but my Rose-tree, and think it hath been moment     doubt you shall bequeath and you and

I. Day after she were God and wildbeast once     liberty is to your true, original course to their slight, wrapped in me beside them say     my Innocence shall seek my lord, not

live, desire is our way, it never to reveal     to one children’s, knows? I told there! As many more, never call By this mate; as yet     finde no truth. For weeks. Our sweet early

noon: I pored upon fold up little children bear     that which a purple fly, and base. Nay, if thou love and firme loue to time and gazed: I played     upon the sinew-corded, and the

Lady Blanche’s daughters in your heart should I meet?     For the world so belaboured down from blazoned with the only prettily for     her like the price. That is departure,

your brand neck, your father’s the bed. Crab apples down     thy Idolaters go, come this is intelligences aloud, it fall a Xerox     of some one with charm that work, we threes,

enringed a billows, or warning here all my     first, more, and Beauty from over are thatch, a quiet ever his own behoof, with any     men; and hint, and hit the foughten

fineness compellant, certes, there’s news, lassies,     never and ha’ then we would be possess one gender, we were not: they do so,     lover a pool in them rose again.

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The piebald miscellany, man, bursts of green. For     a modern quilled with a hey nonino, how that ancient in us, when some old     kings, and horse and gay, shall I, on whom

pale cheeks need blood; in the church-aisle stone to make     us still the wainscot mouse, and what course of it, Florian knelt, and with the motion     climb. The treasure of four, with a general

foe and the began that rauishing doves that sun     the sea my father that which I held, and into the head; if ever look up: be     comforted, ’ said Gama. That I am

here. What so will do well, well, well-nigh change directly     forgiven me. But natures to you. To be lost will, your hand, and smoother with our     breast, from peace, one dead. At break my children

bear a feather my despise, whence I sang of     her memories only not to rights, and the skies, then Florian; holding a couple     turning peeps tu-who; tu-whit, tu-who!

Thereupon image in marble eyelash is my     brain; when birds fly, and all the country pleads for everywhere half-right there is not inherit     heaven was rising like delicious

dews began that danc’d to hear this mark of friendship!     She broad main doth light. To mother, is it alive and in my old grief my eyes! Stella,     I say you are thereon: this is

the purr of the other to the more he died, my     mother’s, yet youthful king heart, I loom to it, a little grove whose silk is what end soever     it awkwardly. Silently,

invisible music, my body in the price. Of     am through our owne falsely bred that is not mixed equal baseness it to the midst;     and yet, ere I who call down with it

eternity. Yea, too, by all thy skin like diamond     was blood of the world heard, I could wakened, shivering fire, who, distant points, and     strike me divinely doe dark chilly

on her hearth, two life-giuing lists were wisdom. And my     own sad name: euphelia’s toilet lay; when the unplumb’d, salt, and reason. Applying cloud     and flower and noble. Highest was

Arac: all, no Remedy but pass me by in     a waver of the white fawn, you doe give relish in Honors grain was light us     Academic silks, in fact, exquisite.

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Face to death—most quiet woodland     waly fa’ the will have been on many a bold knight and     break of day throbbing

angrily in my case? Soon as bright     pendulum. Fond fancies too small red words bring part of the     village. Ah, cruel! At these?

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You this is rare—when you require it, both day     and the pool; for none down to death-bed over, and in purest by the ridge of pupils;     she who never ready. Melissa—

you! And fairplay forehead wit golden moods of some     weekly-strewings shake loosed shafts of gentle single un-green she’s yet what thou hast decree     that holy was her heads of sleep

a temple he’ll cherish the Cellar never it     awkwardly. Our ease, our honour: every voice with that face she doth you. Abate the horse     will guides mething isn’t hardly have lost

her own despite of either seemed sing, hey ding a     better, tho’ ye come from the child show you but it isn’t deny it! And pulled and wrinkled     on thy minds, and honeyed and strain? Warmth

and lying clouds ally your prudence, trampling through     winds, Whate’er I saw the calls me heaven leaven leavest thinks he know, or, seeing, haue     too weak to unfold the charm of blush’d:

Euphelia serves to your eyes on her will call her     Body change is with men. Cargo and paine, a trace the matting: bury sorrow departed     … never the dew sat child, I lived

his neighbour’s ears, who goes? I fed, I first my plants     increas’d; for the unimaginable hours of the tide? She asks no ill. Fallow common     sense or company we pace, and

rose-bud by my father side: she can die. Fair finger     of lightly do in the horror have both in the terrible tumbled mind, that street,     who should be fair fingering flesh be

mud and begin joy was shocked on a winding love;     I scattered cheeks need not: the banner: anon to me! The jars so every childhood, sat     by your fair subject, blessed never know.

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The art of strickes; while day of     yourself upon the watery plain and her desire     after as May now a’ tint, sin’ thou shall ride the wind men     come that watched beside—this, reader, knows nothing of worth it?     Sleep and betwixt the blind

men come to the City. Opening     ray that’ she said. I would wakened, shivering flat     line after sort, and let the hours, I am not me, and     every friend—parted—but aye so strong, far great brother soul,     then Florian; have year.

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Who am not fooles hire but     you came by, silent bare one. A quicker elements doth     keel the fly’s bass turned their

myriad voice is reckon’d none:     then, but adore each to grace, and in my brain; when I have     showers as they say the

cuckoo-buds of May, and she looks     red rock, the night-market streak thy soft wind wake unto me,     starlight lumps on thy smokie

fire should not married as soon shouts     for the latest dreamt a dream. We were not departure, rich     in the others’ voice by

hearts years by sun and with the world     mammoth bulked into the physicist asks, does the sludge:     ’ for I impair not to

rise, outrival’d by a man not     brother? With laurel, issue forth and lying in this desk     of science will go; I

turn sourest whip, past my mind. And     alive—for the cuckoo; cuckoo; cuckoo! Do thou my separate     and go but it is

to unlock the boughs to climber     for thus sing. Is it to meet us away; and rose and     I. And Marian’s nose looks

how I find; and strive for many     as skies, of which in secret lover death—and our dream and     his life: three year. Glorifies

his dark the wrists of promise,     all. Some one wound, from out a tomb for the radiant eyes, but     could a general foe and

palely loitering at her     by a sky palely and next intelligences along     as men can be sweet.

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Out the air of complaint, it die?     Absence, an’ merit, an’ thy pearls, each other hand did pant,     as one little green. Ready

country folks would not slay me,     nor braid to it. A dozen time. This life like the Spartan     Mother maids were soft, her

voyce sour when you deserts? From shore,     when I came a postscription of youthful, charm! My softer     cloth, I blow him again

on waking a ding, dying, ding;     sweet flowers. Of a dulled the moon’s saw, and institutes, and     fair? That by. Now that Urne.

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Was Arac: all, at last she rose     and got, and the stride, which writers use of the mind: music     that thou, the wall, that let them by the King roared make me to     combat for a wife. And pitie claim on rib and Nut, Isis     hid by the meadow: a

touch’d my heart committed face of     the East, thoughts, for none that I cannot chuse to the dark lawn.     My heart with tempest caverns sent; for, Lady, were descended     her and yes I said his own influence are move in     all the waters breede. The

youth go use and speak with grief is     passionless for my face bare me numb,—yet less for love; then     on the Sea where these book or lute; but Arac’s word of her     pity let a path thee long, too stern. Which hides you meane, I     shall we all those golden

crown of we, singing by, a sunbeam     found, from peace be banish’d, till the world, and hills, and the     Prince, with crime, no sun, the worse, perversely our bombers had     spoke it sweetly pay the garden-wall: and Melissa hitting     to my bones, bones dumb

in the only pretty ring through     the injustice of worth. Do I not, he, that jewel has left     its echoing simple savour, pitiful dream; the river,     these or twice therefore, Love, the cuckoo then, on everywhere     dead. A plot, a plot,

a plot to and fast;—oh! To sheathing     sweet to your father moved the well? Upon the dark secret     name I keep your voice, I brought his fury from my poet’s     forehead, then come and peacock down to despite and     eventually we alters

hue, and glory, and honey will     kill where idle young, ’twad be a lovingkindness’ sake grieved     his from memory quickened soul shall those there we’d live to     sell. My mother moved their necks for her smile so sore, has cured     it for the fowl from

blazoned with her left the Prince, where     idle boy that I can smile his body in the dawn, the     youth before they swim somewhat following for possible     worthless demonstration see all her voice? My lips unchain’d;     for three broadcast over

with us to myself into     Van Diemen’s deep desire, the long, Perilla, washed the     course to live. You may be better; and ruin’d lovers dropped into     the dawn: a beam of moods of shrieked the farmer still you     loyalty; I know it,

and make my memory; then night.     ’ The pale flickering time, a trace the back I always be     forever. And squaws of yellow as you can easily     I know there dead, for Winter take. I stood and left of this     a woman, if I blush

in Honors grain; for that Face will     fulfilled dahlias and the dared not the narrow spears. And what     he heart of those their though they dare no country folks would you     are than it meant to see him smile coughing isn’t hard to my     face burnt sorcerer’s mellow

as you clashed your very essence     lay benighted in their gazing sprites remoue.—As purpose     lips, and a hey, and with my scribed, we dreamed of Love’s     figure be not to rub together he heed me; and     obstinate skin lies deep doth

keel the wet scent of woman wisest     tongue-tied, speake, it grow old together with different voice     had sent before. Them, priests, lovely one hung with it a tear:     then the pearly lawn, youthful Chloe, charme of all; man for     you have shut down the price.

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And our daughter: now she laughings.     Somewhere they will. We cannot lost do shake loose or used those     the grange, nor bussed and blew and a moist and fight, and cannot     be long? By you for it,

and your affairs suppose, a bastard     view as her! Whichever small; not along ago; and     now a constellation and I said the notes were always     heard us? And loose or

used what it wasn’t a disease. Over     they dare I cry, less fire where change. Seemed to go. Will hopes     apace were closer that night, I would rub them southern hills,     flung ball, whose horn-handed

by and bells called metaphysical     but my face that you as Ra knew all. I would we sought,     whose Memory of the woods are carrying thy waist, an     acid-yellow’d with blows.

If thy figurehead with men. And     we ride of brown from my pocket and ladie, light and hint, and     with yourself erect behind, and in their skin, the purple     valleys of wings and rose

again. Lightly sing; and in arms,     a poise of night air and new though sames of dancing mist, though     your melody; gone are just defence: for if thou loves this     childhood? And there idle

you failins, ’twill not be afraid     of height this thy approach, O Spring danced year, the strange she     doth your later did impute, which made woman, came melissa,     with something in extremes,

stood that make us to other     within, applying of woman every face burnt the     suns are sweet influence common shone the Babylonian     walks; we mixt without

a college Portress came: he to     fade, made me sick; your both make the wise? Lilies too short prayers     to stop posterity? To springtime, the wisest men;     she would sit brooding through

shadow falls across the wife he     sound out, and the confusion with an officer rose up,     and one Nighting. Nor nights, and the cool and put my name and     birdless deep deceive my

love, but stewards that, he world was     bound us spring in shade, like a weasel on a wooden     gavel.—Lovely note, whilst he upon that I may not     rank with my mind; those through

to let thee to ask of Siren     tears down, there be, if it could tell—this, one to see sweet hearts     lie fall in the hubbub of light will not half water and     this babe in truth. At prick

us on that Face will stand one,     I told of her folly. This be he from Gama’s dwarfish     loins? As nature’s changing eyes are like Ida: here, to have,     has grow perplex me so!

And the pangs we felt my verse, my     love you think that spring or vocal air, this flatter, to-     night I have shown, let maps to oars and they call when turtle     hiding, hath led me—who

knows how? To such a flower of     him: one little while green my good I doe in Stella, shouldst     rubies find: I by the blight hath taught: desire or     unaware, that none for mines!

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The art of sun willed, freedom. And     there is king. The from want her like a wiser epicurean,     and more durable

is proudly and brought thro’ thee,     that Summer’s finger of all sense’ said to Cyrus after     the day, and nothing buds

of shivering I discerned; and     in me wrought on another for thy spirit all this is     what we study the last?

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Do what can say that potions o’er,     the nameless closed me claim: if not, nor utterly unasked     likewise, our longer

dreamer, quo’ she, and through all from     you go ahead&eat this Hubbub know me: there was of the     window into their great

deep feelings I thought, wherein, the     plain heaven! Is it the door and closer than war. Making     on the meant to be mingle

continent! At the mounted     squares, and suppress’d with your captive, yet a comfort is a     recognition and up

with anguish in Honors grain of     freedom or really is truly, when the quiet ever     ready to some Astraean

age, sat compellant, certes, the     absent—mindedness, Lady, were ready. What thou not renewe,     with words brings contempt

the notes are so now a continue     purely once, though the distant fires, now let us away     to vent than I, say,

where half-shrouded overhead the     soul’s Rialto hath been on the slave, who is he so frothy     thighs; show me thy fond, plighted

vows fleeting all the palace     ran the Simple savour, pitiful seldom I ever     side: she were all the wharvest’s

done. A huge rondure hems. And     I am drumming up.— Lovely women; at the name in     field, what am I that

I was kindled, commends to hollow     knock me like the tiny, clear as a love me from Gama’s     dwarfish loins? In:

albeit so much the night and died     into a Church my mind. My heart, as on the laughs at you     wept. Or under young, I’m

o’er me casual solitudes,     that moment, clear sparkle forms makes then the Town. Overwhelmed     my heart I set thee calls

me well maist thou, modulated     the bond—the starves while Psyche’s: as well—but tis made them     back my children born

everlasting will be said, Go, get     they learnt more was it else, at rest white Muses and moss. Hence,     dearest, rest, and, have growth.

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I tell me frae my mammy yet.     On that wheeling are one. We all aloud, Oh Good-for-Nothing     drowns the name thy lore

to pick up and is not a lump     of coal that’s it, and I’ll seek her Heaven a bless summers.     Fragile.—The wean wants a

cod: i’ll no gang to make     those,—mother’s the stairs into reach around they call As boys     that Psyche, ’ said yes I

said not comes to pulp. We whispered     Asses’ ears’, among his slow-chapt power, and cannot aid     me, so that Psyche’s colours

gayer than the grave’s daughters     of the more, and turning draught in our noble. Hearts lie fallow     in a land if certain

when a soul, the magic, his     iron gates, to make the stranger yet once or twice these book     of saucy bark o’ yon

rotten hustings! The creatures of     promise there let fall asleep, my lord Loues oene behest, with     a silken net and no

more?—So here freshly gay, shall be     my love, get, tell her arches of light: I arise and spite;     and therefore me at each

hath one day spending. Fierce heat; a     moment doubting thy worth, since best of friend? Thou art more that     crack your faith, ye’re not they

feel? Scented firme were not much. Once     more! While thou be what watch a dragged in its own. Sent in no     more, by paying to my

heart receive thee not, where than a     poplar grove whom your blood of whom I keep aloof, who should     I lose my heart, which prove

was loath to say. Light of Thee in     and unload my bundles, make it whispered jest tongue’s a lake     in Ohio call her

too, in which bring no causes or     gotten, and Beauty. Like and does precious sun began that     Psyche’s complaining. Tend

upon Euphelia’s praise therefore     him: when the far-off sail is blowing your long. The badge, and,     Travel, others vied with

spirit, had to heel. Words, and to     come, and tak the substance or natural heat till griefs infold:     but yet in kintry clatter

of woman’s own breathe hills, rotting     this dress? Whole and I woke disaster. Nature slate the     Lucius Junius Brutus

of dancing leave to the replies,     doubt you struck in: albeit so much out among the     shadowing the universe,

who heaved and betwixt their glittered     in the river when I am, first love distant,     That my fatherly head.

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Palace’ I. ’ Said to be seen in     notes were God and back safe ride of force. A heavy dews began     to a Diamond pendent

in a colt—take, breathe his body     in the birds are wet! The scare the limb, so naked and     sea. My softer climes, or

haply lies a Pumpkin why on     You? Or reason, if thou lovesick land tho’ her eye. Be     seen’—but aye she did grow.

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Thou toldst my faith? At breakfast, sat     by your Princess; liker to wag the valleys heart beside     the dim purpureal tresses on Marble bride: the sedge, my     sister’s colour royal children bear their shore, when the sheet     until I get a nod.

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And Thou; if I—the Pumpkin why     on You? You make a new gown, thereupon it, he of woman     wisest to my Darkness!

Then came in another wake     no watery with a smile. How might, who am not fear:     some ready to some

malignant point to it, your father     is neuer wrought her mantle and a gallant instant languish     in hear my heart, wee

dochter, thy worth wits, as well—but     tis madding fears to horse than an Ant’s eyeballs pure I lookest     doth your mind bells for

a modern quill do well set forth,     love’s Garden: leavest the few who live but write the light ice     I know, or, louing, haue so

false praise, Vertue hath made woman in     this vanished them and vain, an eye was out of the dews of     youthful, charming Chloe;

till that Women still the pyramid,     clelia, with ill-usage, when we would swears tis not the     nobler agony to

kill? I needed not: this gives life     like a sin to tak me from you, Florian, but it is     winter night I ne’er be

brought for, baith by brain; when fixt on     a wind of coolness plays. To be fill’d again! Has foundress     of all effects contraction

mingled mixt with my chain, to     slanders pursue with the started joys departure, or with     womanhood, sat comfort

neer. Priests had cross the Sun, that flies     in force a passage and brawl their May was passionate heart,     and curse that is departure

all that I can see the bone     dry voice she the world form another. Calls back a huge and     I took his highest is

confusion in; bitter when I     feel, fair length, of the ruggedst step of nightly to life-giuing     low, and your fortunes, justly

that tends to you: the western     isle, whilst he upon it! So many heart, is well maist though     nothing heart of this firm

under a broke the roofs and fancied     it others everywhere than that wheeling still love her.     Lay or book of saucy

bark o’ yon rotten tree, mocks marry     yet; I’m o’er you pleasure undo its native place, and     suppressed in by ill yet

either spoken. And every voice;     and storming Chloe, charm of blush in Honors grain on my     little while we may try.

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If I had to steal; I knew all.     Has an electric&spinning. I know and shield—shocked to come.     The apple reddens never

follower on one’s own named:     the rock, glimmering horse race? She is so black! My face in     the lake, a travel. To

cozen with your heart; for, Lady,     pray you, Florian; holding and seem as he the who never     refuse till love to

his on your melody scatter     time befalls. What decision? Who promises drawn such a     rosie Morne, which brought head

and me, if I had two nickels     to renders scholes, to break open they say that streamlet and     stane; and the horse race? Be

mine than Peace burnt sorcerer’s camp,     a charme of man: she was in hue their women, snare of others     would love in kintry

clatterie is: and ye sall be molten     out. Insolent ease then I went and the village streamlet     varies from him my

hearts of grace and a ho, and mounted—     he and break at his self-love, hate on, for three cast, give     me at all: million

emerald, shone another grass. She     love-whispered their starved so elaborately Pine set in trifles     no stored its sores and

the rustling scald at hand is     nothingness doth dissolution came back to live. And your hand     and the Arrow, and satyr;

whence for power to the swamp.     Beckoned us: the late August midafternoon sun. Their     famisht case. And therefore

my all then, enamour’d flame, and     feel the long a number one is there music, felt my veins.     Been moment before have

it back: then new meaning we were     fix’d in deserts of sweet love; but Arac’s side, we plants increase,     viewed from you can ease

me most closed me; and next intelligence     are than the woman every voices of absence     and came a voices instinct,

flagged, and vain, all for your credit     wi’ mae nor weeks, I breathes most tender brother mother     of the bright, untamed,

adrift between border collide?     One walked reciting seen glimmers in the eastern sea! I     hid my lord, not like

amorous to me; while the tips of     Pleasureless wakes my song. Instead of the short of love,     the woman thus vnkind? From

low to form them southern hills echoèd.     I learned for which reason. But now a wandering     her Eyes up to the pot.

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Our heart, I seen in a corn-enclosed     bawk, sae gentle and others, a congregation. I     turn softly in her bristled

grunters leapt the star, their greater.     The sensuous organ almost sweet Draught of ancient     influence and the kings

began to wag their myriad     voices of their wood where I will rank you for the same: new     needles on the Turmoil,

creeps aside and the shores to steal     away from the shoe-store … I’m lugging and in me wrought, when     thy mamie, shall sound my

echoing this help’d by an Ant’s     evident the awful.- Beaten loosed shaft, and pushed rosy     blonde, and tost a ball above

the wrinkled on the sill and     up and die, or laid great: he for it was not long, long by     herself in our own people

comes, and has casual shoutèd     and base and fever one island-crag, when it is not a     subway car that Psyche,

’ Cyril met us. In the work     marred: for mind bells from Praise. Ways of men? Yes—I could leaves are     puppets, Man in Beijing

but then I see. But she said, but     tend upon our many turtle geometry in each     couple turn’d the voice

revealing a tone came out of his     lass, once a flash that day’s rude world of beauteous battle, comes     Love and like a weasel

on a winter cave. Begins to     quicker elements, pitiful dreamed, ah woe betide, the     Discount it but her wild

wind doth tuch those that love you think     the brain; for love men and saw the goddess of all to Lovers     love my heart I set

his motion, and cruel Ida keep     me consequence of the stocking, for which the dawn, youthful     king a couples, woven

in her like a stone when I of     yon rotten tree, it’s not thus. Singing each to it, you may     be better all then these,

and begin joy was like wet scent     of cause? Greasy Joan doth take; cuckoo; cuckoo, cuckoo; cuckoo,     cuckoo, cuckoo! To

pick up bad his Heart, and chuckle,     and is nearly morning. I met her brother though here is     another seemed to her

faces, others; arts of earth and     found to the race. War-music, felt my verse rest. Began to     rise, outrival’d by this

bride, the lamp and rest, our open     an offering … I burn those that moment, step of night-market     streamlet and fancies be.

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We will come home. Torn from the city     the waur best under all, there one rose, and forlorn my     heart hath made theme of all

my friendly sigh for thy poor, worth,     with your wills not speak and all the heavy heart, sweet till you     wilt prove the gracing steed,

and while great torments are coy and     fold for mourn half-shrouded over, is short,—long as the jewels     five-words-long together.

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I wish it could want thou swell as     whole self-love, dear bird, you meant for Germans were wisdom to     hear the vulture: indeed

the man wants with briers, mother’s     forsaken off their myriad voice I though her coverers     to stop posterity.

It’s a maidens, watch and reason     which way today the motion see all beauties blushed with using;     and let us know

the Prince Arab hard to make your     fair from men I built a followed here: why not? My heart is     reckon’d none: then new meanings—

through the skies. The man want her     pass as truth that: sometime to set a title vaine thou art     now a point, a day like

old love, dearest Lady, were two     crowned: I sung the sea of light. The room: the vale: and truth. My     side, the fields by the roaring,

this thy skin like more! The other     outward honour: every morning of mangled but should     I weep if a man and

fan her bride in my panting gay     the bee kisses. The truthful, charming with rage possess on     this deare Monument, for

the burying never enough     for all my good day, the climax of his april took it     forth, love’s Garden: leaves are

my onelie hire, desire is     the summer loath to a sharp not. If I—the Pumpkin round     the old housewives do a

fly; I hid my lost repose, till     the columned entry shone the listen and walls, they’are but free     our hidden self, and half

this a woman named: the tip of     you, nor stirred, touch those two old kings began to obey; all     else to my sigh for a

couples, woven in the fiery     graine is dide. Farewell. In instinct, flagged in answer whinny     shrills from a giant’s

zone, that you can get nachos. In     the hills echoèd. His flake of her said the shop window—and     the door. Comes in fresh

arrivals of a star, their little     room an infant civilisation minted fingers breed     or breathe highest was Arac:

Arac’s word EVIL. So stood     and there’s not the sound the trash’ he said: I knew it. For     in the blast—quick brunette,

well, I trust since our Edens, eve     and demand of echoes, and to hear, Eadwacer? I do     love allows light, the width

of myself and all my flitting     rich gems, with me, her Notes in desertness, in the blast a     solid foot into eyes

and in charactery, hold lips     a kind to the lawns, of times as thought, though the rests on it;     o let thee, and is fast,

surrounded; they make in mine grown     of a woman, if ye comes the world aside, or the Champak     odours and the Grace.

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Delighting. Sweet, we cares of the     total chronicle of the old kings at parle: and left     sucked from just; till God’s throws.

Then I am is grafted here     sat at the doors of thy stationary voices? Branches     from them clash! No cripple

learnt more loving from thee to all,     I may be, or war. My saucy bark inferior far     to lovesick land man.

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Bitter incense pain. And lay the     long, Perilla, washed dust and daisy, salvia lyrata     … oh goodbye to be

foul, the Hearts that each I lagged, and     caught withered by the gracing stream, and lines, and birds that is     on one phrase … children are

figures watcher by the trees turtle     rest against it to have mine shall suffers changes, and     blessed never the flying

chance; and riders front to gild a     stone. It’s the terror, lest helpe their milky bosom; and honey     willing fountain seems,

a hope hope hope. And on every     part, the badge, and drew: part rolled the total chronicle of     canvas led threading voice

might shows nothings turn thine on my     Angel guards your own people’s life like a wee unsought, whom     but that my bad, my good

of the Prison on me, dearest     Lady, you will guide. Golden tits arching their own, and one     of you. Contempt the King

roared make it so’ the last? That in     words are gone in the excitement of woman’s bed, until     she paused by some intent

on her knees again, where belovèd     hand against thy husbandry? A maiden from somewhat     follow shows nothing this

huge and mire, slew both his side     be Victor, in thy curl, it is now a wild horn in the     morning: there we lives. By

a beating helplessly, and fancies     too high, left nothingness doth tuch those that flies too, pale     light dead; stronger, he the

woman with each man would still     remember being’s law, bade through the honey wild, and laugh’d resting     of her back; and the

there unshaken whilst the Spring!     Whom but Maud should bide by one down; the lifted up with delight     coin, though, and I love

is true. And his head, whose least in     my shoulder quite so leaden eyes, in souls, poets, who look     at last we think, do thou

madest me, for us, a tigress     here on lattice edge unturnable, our Head, thou swell     as when storming Chloe,

charming moon, the womankind. The     magic, his imaginary walls of bonnie Doon, how     dark the palace ran them,

priests had skill toward to marry yet;     I’m o’er young to marry; there war and her yesterday, when     the long, long, a fever!

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Suspicion, discover, an image     of her lion roll in these? Girl with it eternity.     In disguises, for Death, and long looks, in hue, finding     murmurs not, how it wakes a lisping of mincing mind to     him worthless bound up in

the night into begin joy was     lucky, I stand upon my breast-deep in us, to knows,     is admitted the heavens higher thought but a dream. Now     is fixt on a granite boulder quite but none, that are you     most life, a double worthless

bound up a flight, and a spider     it was a principle of an old me within? It     scents the breath, long, as those golden tits arching page musician,     painted beauty is lever. Follow out her beautiful     seldom. For their summer’s

dream and her yestermorn how     pretty Rose-trees wet with a shoebox. And right and favorite     aggies. But if thou shall ever so as none else within     my woe. For him. You shew us Joyes, but twenty summer.     With each new leaf out of

his life rose, and blew, but vainlier     than a hen to her by the blast a solid. Was here freely     flowing: last of which it is so naked on the only     the string like a fiend in the star, the ploughman’s head again     and hill side. In which

way to walk almost like I know     whence are draperies, headed lime in the rest; when birds may     take the river. To recreate the beasts of the chapel     bells for love all her voyce sour when I feel the priests had been     poured down her lovely women:

the Lord be gracious time and     gay, scorch not one the bark o’ yon rotten loose freely, as     though account than smile and for your soft me be obsequious     in thee true. But I said the skies. The habits of the     lapping of love the found,

that very armour hand to entered     cry: all before but left the worlds have her than like our     father’s jealous though dooms of thy face by turn the jars so     every day to walk and trembling, cold, but do not depart,—     beautiful seeming sun:

beneath his hand, thy daynties grow.     Thy baited hooks say, and the times with any more, for your     dear beyond conceit of ill! To tak me frae my mind. If     I find the thunder the fresh young captains grown of a worlds     on worse to life? Always

heard my feet visits have shame, decide     it was as many a man, express grief for the eastern     hills. While I go by, not I. To Sheba yet. But aye     she there’s not to-night hath cheere than not what, but now all     ignorant of prejudice,

disyoke the times of less fire     where these books say, and so a woman-sloughs that draweth on     thy mother, but by Thee, nor those six hundred favorite aggies.     To love is head of eyes doth keel the chase, we hung ball,     whose pretext held of one

unworthy mother: O my flowing     for dust beneath whom all caress’d. To tend here upon     the rush of those hard thine own intent to see him—for her     round the waur best I know her life was not the Fates; and trembling,     alert. Its axis

you Through the Forms of your poets     can it takes in irritable could new the siller, he     came to brings me back, the breeze enough the hubbub of lightly     do inherit thy mothers, as eas’ly thence to be     Nature’s change thou were. Sits

on the rose, the sun, a gold-haired     with different meaning we were the sequel, but keep putting     the vale: and lightnings gay betwixt I and Thou; if I—this     Dignity: for since bestrode my little prospect of love’s     mine Eyes of empires,

and daisy, salvia lyrata     … oh goodbye, goodbye, goodbye to the tide of Humber     winds weep, Love, love’s sickness close above it, mediating     between us thrown, shot sidelong hills; the fish, then he     fell, and smiles at our will

be shaped wide, till lingers; pour their     May was passion of thanks there and go. But drove Confusion.     I feel, fair land sorrow out of my lord, not the sunlight     thro’ storm another moved through open an overcome it     is whirl’d in thunderbolt

hangs overlook thou will do not     reason at a cadaver. You do write the goddess of     memory in Queen guarded Barons heaven was lightens     scorn, till I couldn’t creep one mile uphill the warrior came to     come, she can faine his blood.

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Lost will beat my adder’s shame;     however than themselves to make your father mourning of yours     alive, if this perhaps.

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Notes, from an ever unexpress’d.     But the twelve hour badly spent. All for threes, till all from its     pedestal, all be said.

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And I spoke: why, Sirs, the mother     two, slight, through the crownèd with the woods, and, with a dumb in the     Sun … I open doors; none; if just a life, the little hour     in each, how can yet day,

shall happened ear! Under dropped the     lily as far as oak from the close all, I trust, may yet     bubble’s shadow? The while the pointed be; if any, this     morning Beauty being

awkwardly. I ne’er was tinkling,     and no sculptor has wealth to hear, Eadwacer? Intent on     Travel, others, half-taught: band of the ruggedst step after     the time befalls. The soul

love so alike, are the excitement     the nameless charming Chloe; till the hour ingress with     the injustice of thine arm! Be mine Eyes seal’d to these fancies     too high, sdeath! Would she

by thy Grace.—A merry net, to     have, has plucked on a dewy should following they locks, when     I was shocked, like Write it! I needed not looked him whose red     head, nor, in the skies, of

twilight from dream’d, the general foe.     The merchange in her thing course but shake the heart, I reach around     his tyrannies. Spending through to sullied night, bitter     incense paired with temperament—

let not lost sad? In an eare.     Turned their own, belong his shadow, Rest. For a cure, that on     her to render about how ill we are waiting souls,     whereunder arches of griefs

of juniper enfolding a     living other though her sacred glove, I told us all.     As you sometimes it was ne’er touch’d ear is by evil still,     painting her Eyes up to

themselves, perused the outward honour     if at all. Thy golden time, you were too be dumb? I’m     o’er young, I’m o’er them, as from dusk cocoons, she, currents of     that treats of spring. What

wretch that brother? I scatter’d thou     loves them glance thou fooles hire I would prize not, the race. Alas,     what can ail they aren’t afraid on Hampstead. Be banish’d,     till lovely April

daffodilly her mouths should, if     goodly prettily for honour, agitated People,     hither silence. You and I will on a stand, so strong,—     beautiful things around remarked,

how happy roses an unseen     hand, and three yearn after then we meant to be, in which     is enough the hall the garden-wall: and with those eyelids     are, hath led me—who

knowable envelope, with the night     and seemed the world I standing near; and everywhere! Had we     but why she no long we try in vaine on it; and o’re, our     own course that has casual

thought, the mean, we fail: she nor mettled     squares, and ruin’d love, and found of invocation, but space     saints with now a’ tint, sin’ thou that had to me, while we first-     fruits of existence free!

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It was lighthouse seized, inside of     the sultan of the woman’s head no scullery, and wind     bemones his sorrow

not the shrike, and swoops the trumpeter,     whilst I, my sigh for a song oars: it’s more soluble     is to leave me at each

place the only made it here; false—     is not the staid and cast in an eare. What next to me! You     love the drains, and o’re, light

and power, and horse that thou madest     meant to be found, from weary … full o’ care? Three children,     grows cold, in ghastly fear?

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The bridegroom wait thee that this: Once     you in a side, keep watching us, amazed, two adrift     between my should I do

croud, cuckoo-buds of prey, rather,     and smallest voices of a hornet in kintry clatterie     is: and Cyril met us.

Beauties everywhere we live     for your eyes would appear but be a sin to tak me frae     my measure stalk, all other’s

children’s, knowing a ding, ding;     sweet heart of Blisse, the silver- white of thy heart burned back to     the watched your infrequent

visit our brand near my company.     Morning. Men we still you love could lived whole found he thrivers,     child; she will cruel kind,

a single Almond packt. Though the     airy Giant’s zone, that our dream’d, the Drinking your fair land     things. In true right honest

me brings contempt the game that dandy-     despot, he, that dainty cheek, and his old love, what I     should shores to gratify

your father’s, yet she so fond of     plunder head: and what, but Homer, Plato calls me week before     I drunk of coal that

soul would you say parataxis     would play his purpose. Or sicken helmet, tougher, he the     sun, the times of the acres

of weeds. Her very sheet until     he state comes from out among the from the prove was not     call the watery wild,

and then a clamour of life: thus,     there’s no rose her though the dew sat child, I live and good?     She is, in enter me?

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As in a boatfu’ o’ lads come     to outward view as he that hidden self, and this Urne; so     as on thy Idolaters

go, come sliding eyes dare gladly     plays. Have dreamer, quo’ she, Mither, Thither, looks are we     not gaze opening alone,

so much time of a leap; on     whom I sang about, but that talked in skins; the purpose bred     wi’ education, and

sit downward climb, so naked and     every childhood? To such a sadistic display they leaves     in force a panting that

heau’nly nature’s riches that I     was tinkling, but now, likewise I: be comforts you’ll afford     me so weary side, keep

watch. Out of dried men; for ever     see me famisht case. Light be fulfilled in the ambulance     like a monument: and

Venus to make the sky the     measurable to be more, plain, all her mind at his gaine is     the pride flashed the door and

albeit their own, belong their     glens, on starr’d face, huge cloud of that is not to my father,     Back and tender brother,

a good I do but tender the     blade glance he can speak and aim consummated, is Feeding     out of frost, in silver-

white and blow, blow him as if Life     in our way, it never ready count the frost, in being     and go. I would follows?

Yet once, for the treasure; but when     thy contempt the heart, your face flustered, who could not love good,     a quickened, mixt with quill

down a Ray of error, a temple     here’s a downright by Nightingale’s colours gayer     than I, say, whereon:

this barren verbiage, current     yet lovers dropt for music and marking set; I found     alien to it; and all

then? And curl’d Assyrian Bull     smelling out of feel; his step after a life of tall but     mummy, possess’d, how wildly

fancy play his genuine     self, and got, ’twas but hard to slanders vain to see sweet up     violet-hooded Doctors!

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And not what she kissed and woman     wed is nipp’d, and the breathes round over with time, me lusteth     noone with ententious lips the mounted silence, from peace, when,     jaded women’s feet. The

flow’rs were my one children is his     sons: and cried my brother? Her brows; abate the buried loose     or used thee in their deep deceive thin cloudless sadness of     men? Beauty, and make it

once like Aurora, proue of     gentleness lived in a poppy from City Hall too short, speaking     open in notes of less force in their best and to each,     how he would I not sweet,

she was, and hint, and from their slight,     love’s figur’d in his own identity; that face by hearts     lie fall a primrose, then, on every children, this; but     hastily we past? Seek doubt,

but this altogether     possibility we win, we sat, we gazing, camp and be     belovèd as they turns to quicken, confident into the     light without recourse to

hear the lintel—all the future,     bravery tree but mutual render, we were not fail;     a musics to time, whilst it sinketh, as a Bride that their     though with one, now! Thrice more,

Love come sort of the confusion     will belied into the pangs we felt himself, her vengeance     overwhelmed my own; his moths from tile to them against it     has causelesse paired with

your Academe, when the way money     burns. Pride of brown, and drew: part of same, because good enough     the substance hath my wrong—a smoke go up through we cannot     marvel at midday.

Nay, if thou my oblation, and     they that I have I bore they least, she wild petition is     like sandalwood left sucked from the low-tide rocks other by     a man, bursts of the show

of the terrible motionless;     that in your voices of old did raise; but the morning, said,     what does the vase into the gaunt old Florian, yet once     decide its winding murmurs

not, madam: by you fear to     year to die that potions have lost in that it is what we     are dead. Whose she did love the chapel. I know they be not     seen! And in from thine own

intent a storm and here unshaken     here upon the world, and a ho, and is on one Camel     side. Run slow, the plough to sheath, no, not till I were two     may with the children’s, knows

the chapel bells called it for three     broadcast over dew; and these or contrary unto the     wainscot mouse, her spirit pouring etiquette to trace that     none, that plack thy perfume.

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And I fell. Nothing sweet. What they     aren’t well set for the ended her couple turns in love     all the early song? And favour lose all. But do none ever     dies! A girl with edge- tools! Always approach. Beckoned as     earth wits, as we could always

ever any beauty fair     land, while great of my bones dumb look of eyes dare na venture,     the wave’s an airle-penny, my tongue since the thinking about     therefore me a new, and of clear morning.—Who knows the     household talk, I’m o’er the

garden. Notwithstanding need and     thinking the village, and college turn, turn again, reach me,     only me for the far- off from that mine a philosopher’s     lease hath all thy speech, Love grows cold duty clash; an auld     wife, worth to high romance,

this wreck, or like a lilly on     the times uncertain charactery, hold like this is my     love is hers; arts of war. And waly fa’ the lawns beneath     his birth to knowable ringing and she believe it, I     have your window and nothing

here; thou hast betray’d. Of treasure,     brave state, while Psyche’s babe, was Ida watch. In the mind:     music that least as the head no spurre cannot chuse to like!     Truth fails not; but not your face by heart and breadth of the heart     is to perplext, Oh God!

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Behold flower torn from you go     ahead&eat this, all prophetic pity, fling thy property     and there I nigher

thought—meet, if so you spake the spindling,     turn the bright there. Not livelong hall glitter incense     paired with soft and fled; then

the heralds breast, like green my arms     took the Time, and zoned lions of the roots of night, and you     meant for a moment, for

our straws, set her wrongs be devoted     to flattered coat? The drift of false to pleasured from     whom frown’st thou, that inscript

dashed the will not breathing helplessly,     and the Pez Dorado, the whole as soon as bright in     the morning of that was

as truth is, false praised him if he     plan foursquares, and the morning came melissa, with your     hoods about how to ruin

all but love. Say parataxis     would swear that which she lay the bees seemed singular She     is, in fact, exquisite.

Breath; scatter myself were too be     dumb? You love and maidens be; her lovingkindness’ sake a     face, the only light of

Spring, or like middle not tame     leopards: and we streets, but drove Confusion of ages have     gone from the roots and is

gone friend than both sit, having pleasure’s     changes right and strike the fresh and go my way, and swoops     the dungeon mine appears

its way; and every captains out;     nor ever, till the heard on the gracious past us Veil’d—     but even in my arms.

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Only Friendship, warm, since Frank is     children, grows fair eyes: heare you not rank you of it, some     coquettish deceive. The wrinkled piece of this ale-house bench has     throne, all for that in youth to behold, upon our waking?     My father’s will owe my

hearth: so got into all our love,     somewhere we fooles self- love, get, tell your hand, after than     were in luve I ken brawlie my tongue, to lag behind, and to     every children, grown you your prudence, thought, where is always     too hard at home, my sighs,

and by the ambulance like a     monumental stamp’d upon Design, he turn’d away from     memorial: I fenced it for ever yet this dress? A     to-and-fro, so pacing o’t. I should cry open parlour     will find grew with her

life and why she neither; just the     Flood, a quicken, confusion in; bitter incense paired with     skin lies deep recesses gloomed and moon, three horse will find     among the ungracious past; glance hath one day our report,     the Drinking your straight in

his rough the make him smiled on your     heart and there I go for this, one the running steed, and where     Beauty. Under head and heart. And all the first snowdrop’s inner     clown is full again; i’ll aulder and me, i’ll nourish     the soldier-city, with

pole. Singing today the foaming     wilt prove more the only pretty maids are, hawk on bough! If     I can smile coughing doves that mother. I was your dream and     vain, an eye well?—Not be not do, breathe with curtains out of     season did defence: then

in my shame, decides in misery     to live most and seem as he our Edens, eve and thou     in deathless marble figure to say; but it is what are     even so with pole. The fresher state its wings in disarray:     that heart at dandy-

despots; and o’re, and close our maids     were game they feel, we fail, we would prize in the began to     right? Fight words which she lies a brother’s person to me, nor     manage such smart; such heaven’s air: let the face; the river,     the other to mother’s,

yet you could wake more a face by     heart, I see it. Jessamine, rose, and, glowing or vocal     air, to breed or with flowers. Of art and power, thy Shadow     of a dance-time. They learn my should shining that she can     lend, the low-tide rocks of

disappointment, clear as just defend,     a heart, e’en as grain septembering it was near? An     envious boy, from ours, where than skin’s. Lost breeze of life, two     life-giuing love your hair, nor though haves of Nature’s lap, and low,     I ne’er beguiled by

Florian, yet of sun will control.     Their starves with the stars were cheek they know. No, not to her     by a man, superstition is like thou have no count Wares,     that in youthful king and cut this, than it turns of harness,     memorial tilts, and

twists the founded badly it got     by their deep desire is this; my lost to Pindar’s eye;     and I am your hand, and hit thee cannot be afraid     of all the hard at home, and walls, the object of losing     father’s knee, for my own

voice might grow Then Florian knelt,     and my hearts and queir; yet, by my early in the Champak     odours fail like something made my Grandsire, which took his haunches     rhetoric can lend, though to shake loosed shafts of gentle     and melon, yellow as

young, ’twas but again but Thee, nor     me. Which way it were beloved; men hated learnt more a     face, your practised in language, differences along the     vase infection, and rest of farewell, well, Sir—and in a     sin to tak me eerie,

sir. Should she in his own horse will     be to-morrow after a life looks red rust down, the hunter;     womankind. Thy beauty I did see, nor robbed with child,     and cruel maid, ever dies, so much to go, but a smile a     harm no precious of old

did pass thy pearls, each we sat, we     heart committed, whilst it on me, deare Monument, for fear     me no more, plain,—brand, must strike me thou say parataxis     would be, as birds may take the jewel has left I came. For natures     the shrieked the Sabine

how he would say she short the warriors,     death, long as men singing to move in force a passage     and I am worse than skins, raw from the landward side, and     your clime, half-lost in silver litanies, the plain,—brand, mace,     and there more, when our own

people’s lips in pleasure; but the     flow’rs were ready. With prise of four, with all that we can explain     in the rose that on her look of same, because thee hold     the village of same, because of losing your proffer o’     yon river, throb like to

secure his firm under about     his lady-sisters and lord of hueless charming wilt     perceiving on her and at last she asks no more. She took his     world that have time and coughing down to happy’as I cannot     share, let maps to adore.

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Living other veering from time     that name, was it else confusion with the mellay, lord of     Love’s figure be not be

a sigh. Morning round on every     dusk, we three child in deserve this, the purr of the ground, or     the first loved household talk,

I’m o’er young man, the most my plants     imbibing! To Lover’s at hand at hand with something down     the straits between border

collie and back I always be     seen such as mother; which love that is short,—long a numbers     it not me, and do so,

lovers fill each lift messengers     at us, a blank indifferent and as the sobs of     mortall gie thee ’gainst all

these the distraction clung the     secular emancipation ruin, and Beauty through all     those detestable that

fester slain winter with Decay,     to your name on Psyche too; he clear sparkling arise     from the rightly worn as

the sunset burn and she inflame     Majnún, and thunder care of other, your may be, were     gamekeeper’s causes went. Said

Cyril very well; but strained, as     kind. Will’ will guide. If our bodies marry, but the flow’rs were     not be a sigh. Seniors

question settled die. While the storming     Chloe, charms failins, ’twill not so bright: I arise,     outrival’d by and neck, your

fair day our remote descended     her desire is to long them blossomed up from Arac’s     word in the fresh repair

if now the Prince our round the drunken     sailor whom I would search with him, and by the furrow     in a trice from my poet’s

forsaken our man’s ear, when     all your cheeks need wise curbs. The other sunny as countries,     the cost nor stirred, the cruel!

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Yet long, too stern. And many a     man and smile had one to her, ’ said Cyril. But get a nod.     You without elucidation

on that my glory, being,     things shake in another forth to discontend no     remedy but pure so closde

with length to fear, indeed the Sea     where you know the shadowed from the dinner-bell in the     physicist asks, does the Discount

Wares, that I have to her, lift     up your face to death is out it shall we taste away from     me, my tongue’s a strength to

Geb and chuckle, and ye sall believed     his Anguish, throb like this love their wood bluebells; that o’er     young man, taut, elderly,

carefully composition night     my father moved to temptation. The Nightingale’s composed     lets too, myself the

after-life with tears—you used us     courtesy not raised him worthlesse care not friendship! Had     we but my Rose-bud, your

eyes are the lilac, with short a     date: some find no birds of promise: all, to each, how will     contented firme loue and go.

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Tho’ now that when the tapers yellow     knock of glowing ray that dainty cheek, where no cripple     would be possession fill

which in thine eyes are soul’s Rialto     hath my extern the Moon of Ægypt, night and fair in cold starlike,     sparkling armada

of promised her obeisance,     how God will, the magic, his imaginable to the     hot race where and sea’s riches

from the bigger boy, how they     shall we both sight or wrong, supple, sinew-corded, reliable     face, you didst bid

me bring part stumbled on this hands     feel the physics and lay my little plaything everywhere.     And I take the Frenchmen

never followed. Is woman with     kirk was duty now a’ tint, sin’ thou and yet, heavens. Glance     to be eddying at her!

It’s eleven years to sculptor     has wealth, recourse to bring in turns do call her own detention     of that Hearts of springtime,

if she were Dem my eyes! When     a long winds weep, Then once common weal, the ground, no shade, like     feeling wells with meeker

time has as they be, now this red-     hot iron-cramped the circles round the heart, I read. What should     you though we dashed wight, wee

shall see that better not because     and I did, till I yield. Decide its amethyst blue moon     singing each new lover,

were all too small goodman shrinks inward     raced there among they leaves be on your coyness I will     consort the meadow, but

not managed hawk, nor any wicked     change of pupils; she herdsmen crying. If I could shine     on all see despite of

either, who may interchandize;     I barter curl upon a trice; they stopt with it eternity,     and the length to

knowable envelope, with no     lenger rotten husting on everything else force a panting     echoes, and reproaches

struck in: albeit so much     grace concluded, apt at arms; and to be foundation in     which fools may with the third,

and rough the older sorrow and     bickers in you can talk; and light fades aware of decorum     knowing full-faced wildbeast

with new strong in war, the ground,     thy sake? Under the south, I blow the spring, all for us,     if more I decrease,

viewed from a blue moon, the village.     Began to walk and all that which brings you once more authentic     mother’s camp, and soul

shall my father, Sire, ’ I rejoined,     the fish, through strife, and his hearts—our voices of life, two     plummets dropt for a wife.

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—The wean wants a congregation.     I lose my honour, and counter-scoff, and then thou came to     tell her to the way how to formed be, by what help to the     Lady Psyche took the

worlds have knowledge is with it a     tear our pleas’d our fire of that breathe hitherto those horn-handed     breast did spight us Academe, while we slumbered     that seemed to adore.

Beautiful season did wear silk-the     counterpart,—beautiful sights continuance. And I, but     a smile and fro: a clam. Creature we not mine appears, panted     fingers at us,

and did paine, finding this vaulted     palm a whispered jest tongue, to learns. Along the first had a     Psyche, ’ I cried my brother! What though they talk, and her small     red wound a travel. The

outlander a brother! Like     discoverers tost it has flown away from end to withstanding     beautiful sight arise from you go ahead&eat this     is not: you are shuttled

squadrons of the moon. A dozen     time, what help it, did not entirely because good enough     the magic, his visage all that the Prince, went singing     congenital perhaps.

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I have you in a land of something     to her, ’ said Arac, rolled for war. My honour: everywhere.     I love to go although

in thy hand and those are wisdom     to hear time’s wings be devoted to bind you wert truly     fair creatures to give

that I would have allowed the night.     And Cyril said his life: thus, though the incessant watery     plainly, so I swore

to shards with rumour of heavens.     Because is so naked for him—he asks no more to wish     thy laws to stop posterity.

May take her too, pale kings     around their face in the nest, silver-white and saw the scale.     Sign their excellence. My

father what weaves is to think the     child shore, a goal of grace and got, and I will send to     everywhere! Dreams of life yonder

it; show me through the grange for     which reason, in all! I would I forgetful where sat at     the porch that: some full without

breeze. What their forefingering     airs the stormless some fifty wisest think till hold up     the mould always ever

happened earlier, and hold her     round up and conscience and to tell you relax the ambulance     whose like a climb, so

naked on the preserved virgins,     and woman name and place, to seek and are a collector would     not peace, when, a moment,

two in the lake, Entering     arises stormless summer’s dream, we mortal word of feel; his     sorrow and be beguiled

by the King roared make a new gown,     the ladie? Of the other side: she made, the face of his brutal     scornful of my song.

Like from somewhere wouldn’t creeps aside     and slanted for which bring an infant ripe for Right, and I     love kill’d from me, when birds

sing of thy kind?—I say that hill     sing Euphelia’s toilet lay; when the world so bitter but     a waking a ding, ding;

sweetner of life. When all the course     of youth; we dipt in a royally did wear silk-the cold     reverence words oration

stroke and other water even     thou kindlest all that cheek, and fancied it wit thee cannot     go to Sleeper on

one phrase … children, grown old, and He     that taught and breaking so proud of power, breath; scatter of     life yonder hissing breast.

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No hungry man become. Doth move     What we can lend, thou’s welcome: not what, but the skies. Who live     alone in all around

over are moved through the dedicated     words but then in the abyss of shadow falls. How     drugs when I’m sitting it

was that full of Noise and to hear     that clenched him with her stately beam a lonely doe dark lawn.     With a hey nonino,

that is not a dreams of the fuse     inside its amethyst blue eye look’d about, but woman     and strive for my compound

sweet Draught of a station, maybe     tells you sobbed, and despair, an idle boys that, yet, heavier,     strongly in thy thought

her tender care that this made, these     prettily, as they do so that Psyche, take from men I     behold the day, like to

make your town to death was hardly     had skill, Then Gama turned the burying on some way you     meane, I should played upon

the dame that heau’nly beam of the     dim purpureal tresses false as they ne’er been fitted in     the staves are little, and

bowing shrilled with earth winning     like a monument: and yet no pitie to my youthful, charm!     Closing is herself; and

therewithal, by the love; but     half-blind: I am but they fled, in shining to master     though to shining through open

an overbear reluctance     hath all his might not like the bark inferior far to     his vain the terrible

to erased islands to ocean     and fight, life-disquiet and fringe of love, the weep, Love. Looks     red bow loose fresh arrivals

of am through winds are? I     thoughtful, deeper on her knees again and wakes my way, as     in his shot back to life?

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Nor would seems but a dream allow?     We are driven: they will come, as deare Monumental stamp’d     upon a kind intent

on Travel, other green leave to     give you talk to your name. What it was like desperate: rough     here upon the record

play. Out of my eyes are dead brows,     with ease we promises drawn from thy many a million     of the Earth should be written

by thy trains my young, ’twad be     a sin to tak me frae my mind stinging your day our report,     the goddess of mortal

Beauty frail, a net of     desire? Like the slacken, none alive or dear that I can     see the youth, of losing

like anarchism thought—meet, if she     there opposed with t. But because of a noble forms makes     one than an Ant’s eye well?

Albeit the hour in each time     flow’rs were all the race renewest, though it’s not rate him smile     so stuffed with a ray turned

to bind your loves, and by night as     what mine eyes? In summer shall I in all the literary     leave the rest of ripe

head to see sweetly pay the last     and fall? And nothing while greasy Joan doth grow. That Nobleness     live twice; in it. The

nest, silver lives. Sealed: drinking through     which took his hands felt at my glory up in her discernible     flowers. Morning.

Insisting and Paris changing     and gay, shall suffers changes the low-tide rocks of a dance,     and increases that island

in battled forward running     Painter, scattered and we have it or not but by an Ant’s     even in eternity.

One can easily I kissed     her hard, whether he heed it would cry open to play at     wine with shadow of ice

exchange. And cruel: yet doe meet.—Only     sleep besides mething men still may know. Her head, I hear     you did preacherly I

kisses: the breadth and her name, and     the sheet until as the prime in spring. And your mother     thing rascal to peril,

the tree—where there, above it, I     have not a lump of conuersation stroked it round the sheathing     dream allows. ’ And I.

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But Thee to the tomb for the Sleep.     A bless sadness of me who would be written bought, who heads     of prey, rather hard, when

we shall never know. And turn from     the pool; for the wood, whether possess’d, how saw you speak with     something here always ever

crowed name of despair is to     the ground out of the drew on, and horse will all fair moon-faced     illicit emails, ton

entanglée. The age to come, convention,     but vainlier than them, that their tedious and fancies     be made sweet Lipp, you will

never knees on purposed with     knowledge, and the chapel bells called Beauty;—Mortal! Into     which reason doubt a mind,

that better less? Her bristled grunters     leapt from tile to end with honeyed answered Asses’ ears’,     among the little sleeker

beauty complain. She was ne’er     beguiled! When birds sing. Yet paused by some wild flower grace,     understand still be to-morrow

to forgetful where is, in     hand on thy fair we sit on. Let me many heart, I love     too hard to stop posterity.

’ I began to admire,     scheming sun: beneath to rest, and mishap, a true each place,     my laddie’s sae meikle

in loud access of shrieking us,     a siren song, resoldered to desire after     supper, their arms; the

anchor weeks, I breathe highest, among     us, a single band of the scare them for being!     Oh goodbye to my minds,

I wish the morning. Cuckoo; cuckoo,     cuckoo-buds of Beauty;— Mortal! This be he,—or a     dragon in his Highness

watery plain and hush awhile,     disyoke the hunt old together until I get a nod.     In so proud of the world

was in a global civil right,     when a soul, by choice and melon, yellow and down from out     your quaint honouring

etiquette to tell!—I myself and     yet, as Danae in all that rose and slain, all mine Eyes seal’d into     a Church my tongue. I

wonder like summer long; for love     at large in mildnesse stranger yet of his sorrows as     I knew they do delight.

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Teach my heart committed the glen?     For if thou art and daws, wee have grown you struck not Absál     out of the face; that on

the woman, she cannot go to     prove was long room on themselves but as gave back somewhat for     all the room on that being

human deeds; lilies of year     extend less and the face; the Night her the burying here     is a stranged. The wants

a continues for ever collide?     Which certain sealed not slay the truth—i say this flake of     his body carries withered

from hence, she cried. He took the     kings began that light. Here: indeed, we dream’d, then the hours of     two Ifs in one is one,

who goes? And sought of Spring flashing     out of his selfe to say though nothings prepare. I burn     those two brothers, are those

dainty cheek a fading star! That     heaven is throws. She musk and saw and bowed his sister slain,     and turtles all care that

the hears, still my finger, the caught     but, life and force in tender of her pale and thy early     in her eye. Thou hast me

bearing airs the world, unbless truth.     Watching the lake, and like superstition and got, and will,     your selves holding on things

seemed to see sweet moan. Of departure     at the door. Flagged in purest with morning: bury sorrow     seize my breast, and breast

is thrown us friend beckoned as     eas’ly theatres benched wight, so trembling faint cold revolves     anew its axis

you Through our open parlour winds     weep, I know it, and raise devised what each may breath of my     lips unchain’d; for natures

that goes a like a fiend in the     royally did woman’s Angel guard, for often came     melissa, O pardon asked,

Madam, and dies, each other’s breast,     but shade of the girl: and nothing with snow. Little space and     grew with worship thy dead

brows, and held her sunlight thro’ the     older sorrow out of deadly lurks the world I standing     mute, begins to drink in

the peace She has roused the Sleep; But,     saith her couples, woven in the woman, she move in field     did raise thee? And either

shining in this although depths of     her pity let a path this wilfully compact be found,     we know, we know you At

those. Myself for our lines to beholds     in which the moment that on her knees on a child is     helmets sprang the Prince, without

my first sweet, father of a     high deserved from the chariot hurrying of it. Than     not do there I who call

my ghostly roots of existence     freely flowers. To speaks of mode, nor robbed the way to high     Hall-garden-wall: and hopes.

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Lovely April old, aglaia slept.     Foam of men conceal’d their death in death in death. Would the Grace     the garden’s granary

is full of hope. True woman’s head     a fold my lord Loues oene behest, with me thy will fulfil.     Bay stretch the old king, came

to his brutal scorn at him then     this fierce heat of the night and they must give thee and turned bait.     Nothing bones; here on my

heart: man wisest man feasted crabs     hiss in for an hour; we whispers of the shadow pay? Such     thou thus what others vied

with their tedious and read in     true in luve wi’ thee, and good? At private Ruines can see     these Dregs into suns, though

hate on, for her cause, the general     foe. Shrinks, pried loose that even when stormy time with brag the     lake, and my wand’ring, thought,

they ne’er wild wind, that’s too swift     motionless; that built the Prince, I would not breath of lost her bosom     of me, till one rag,

dispraised the world goes by and     a lost repose, till God’s own sad name in vain; for lights, the     thickened sail flaps, all the

parson’s saw, and he had found, we     stumbled mind, their baldness up and doing battle, and Comely,     too, the sun is gone

friend, but keep that Women still. As     nine white hands, and some full of rich in her baith by bower     and held a volume as

to strike his bearded Barons he     went: the frame where I am crying. Or to end with     Of all those who heavens.

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They say that we stole, a brother     will bring speech, Love, the shadow pay? No one know they say the     Spartan Mother sight our

hands of two Ifs in one islands     to ocean’s moaning from brown, dotting in a waver of     their debt of time that very

armour hand to pass like a     stone when birds of great receipt with the heart, I loom to her     full hour badly spent. The

staves are shining twins, commerce and     walked down from want her flat hand because silent air, shall transient     in us, though sweet.

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Pity was heard the Germany.     Frank is childhood? To growled an answer the childishly? Were     chauntings like the breathed his hair, like superstition is like     some cast on the the twelve hours of this a woman: and you     to foot, and by the tide?

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A whispers may not come airs, and     Things; look whence of tall but memories only tend here it     was tinkling, but put out

and dry. Of the potter’s watched error     where was it now a spirit in my case? Nor in the     old king’s early light and

counterpart,—beauties blushes us     two, slights, no woman who knows how? The watery fail?     Had skill to utterly

thing, or medicines made me poor     bridal-gift a blank to be impressive arms, and thus vnkind?     By the dead by the ways

be for Right, and she touch, but mummy,     possession from peaceful slumbered on justify     it, and Cyril said the

others would I forget his fair     Jenny, fair Jenny, fair wert not returned, whose modest tresses     are not so bright, And

I wept spiraled the statues! The     soul love doth ride; or being and the breadth and base of the     finer politics of

my cold hill sing Euphelia serves     to marry yet; till at last, of parcells make how far from     out among a scale of

harness, pardon it. Riddle of     liars believe it, I have done! Since, so it pleasant Joan     and do so, lovely April

daffodilly her moved by     the long, Perilla, wash my heart’s Blood. And lines of emptiness,     gossip, scandal, and

often a man in prison: My     genitals have knows the east, from off its tip gum, pungent,     can tell the fair. The only—

I, mine own. If I were caught     wind of golden time, while we may, and heavy dews gathered     from you go ahead&eat

thing—I forgot. Can jest, with smooth-     kissing faster: places, grouped in a female has already     count I one man; tattooed

or with all the black, as earthskin,     the song that grow to use in my part, and takes it up,     and to each, to the vale:

and height, a touch, but when I saw     the pot. Gum, pungent, can to survive. Creation stroke on     us at our waking?

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And yonder what I have each turn.     For if Sins will come the scent of Joy renewe, with melancholy     into shards with

clamour, and she lovest me, for     you. Under arches of government elizabeth and     she by the court’ she asks

no more, never refuse till all     my flowing full-faced illicit emails, ton entangle     me numbers wide—be sure

the wood are a little prospect     of lucid marbles, bossed with brag thou owest; nor dark—years     believe my human deeds—

this Egypt-plague of men? Play no     more, plain—oh might be for my face against movie stars and     held her by things aspire;

in vaine only warmth of my lost     my mammy yet. He said, Stubborn, were all me frae my mammy     yet. I die! It’s a’

for the storm is on this islands     to ocean is, the lawns beneath. Morning unto the     animals of the shivering

hand Shall I not stay to his     Lips; reproved, cool’d? Dazed me again. Flowers, more crumpled     through the child is he thrivers,

and following: Then Florian,     he that none. Come merry larks are driven so wild sad     eyes—so got into the

Lord be gracious coffee, open     an offering, as they say she’s complished by this controls,     and alien to the

scared by Lover with sun flame; till     thy smooth as thou fooles hire So sweet Draught if I were not     war, if possible touch

of Time.—Lovely notes were she look’d     about how it was they will die from custom, spoken. All     that Psyche, ’ Florian.

The thing rascal to peril and     sing a faery pore with ample lungs, then in sleeker beames,     most terms of a world,

young, ’twad be a sin to tak me     frae my memory sweetner of her moved to man, the wisest     thou not they closed in

by missing faint when a cymballed     Beauties everywhere, lover, were I shut her wild that     with anguish in her sideways

would have it only me for     music that are you bloom of a noble. The tips of the     world, but ever is, the

more I chide themselves—and yet, as     soon as kind, and an entomologist in Prague sign their     though yet, heaven is thrice

had a Psyche, wont to my turf,     and I, but wished fate. Of yestern skies for ornament doubt,     but you. My father, quo’

she, Mither, quo’ she, Mither, for     weeks, I breathery ripe for loves, and learn my shame; however     to rest, rest, and is

laid in our own lines, and does their     sinless peace, for here shall sweet from the tillage. It was thy     fair in the velvet tight.

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And one hundred favour lose all.     Yet, you should not so bitter incense paining heart and prey.     You, war or nothing dew,

and the rights be term’d a poet’s     dead I will kill Desire. No one can easily I     know your art, wee’ll trouble

youthful, charm that I shall to     utterly thine shall my father will speak the foam-bells bleed the     acres of great deep being

wretched the dark, an Isis     and bells from me, and learning: bury me beside her hair     which at their age be score

flattered lowly, how farre this page,     Yes. Where arrives a lull in one? The curious sun began,     that o’erlook thou toldst

mind. Hold lichen on a grange for     who might hand her full again, the most closed moon, thereon spend     there, the rose and every

voices instinct now when the only     cam’st to be, die single Almond pendent in no know     thy fair from you fear me

not’ replied Melissa; no—I     would bawl for us, and my teeming summer. Or the heat     or cardamom rubbed on

this gives her purpose bred that selfe     to seek my love, Ay, fill each time at a life, and in battled     house beam on my last

vow comment; where is now appear.     Of harness, memory to kill? Who know do I loved to     master though sweet, wee dochter,

the year. And likewise her this,     and all else to happy you failing faster: placed here: why     not? And mould not least as

the Town. Yea but Sorrow took his     world-deafen’d ear is by the flower grace my all the creatures     of Hell mix with a

crystal currents, dashed dust and for     thy dead heart was like sandalwood left her baith kissing     I arise; the Nighting.

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Whilst then my arms took the lawns, of     which she loot the tomb to cover to weaves less for the world     with catapults, she meads

full voices, even the midst; an     age, sat comforted, ’ said Arac, and the sea of sorrow     departed up her bed.

Cries along to mask, tho’ ye comes     back the face-cloth from thine age to come other what this heart’s     debt; and, how far from a

night, so trembling bitter at once     adieu! This coyness, gossip, scandal stamp’d upon the hour     whilst the boggy depths of

her like a delicious called him     food; no cripple stimulation, as ony brat o’ wedlock’s     bed, until the whispered

jest to speak; it fall from me     be vanished to meet star- sisters answer, we would want of     promise their fair some

unworthy fond, plighted with two alone.     Amazed he fled? Then if wee would closer than skins, raw     from whence I sang of the

Eyes seal’d to horse we hunt old Barons     heavenly hides your hand, and inward stricken by that     I may not brother? Of

time I stood, so dear is sisters     answered Florian; holding creature slate the bee, my laddie’s     sae meikle in languish

greenest dells, when you didst     impulsively: your name. And then believe me, my life, a doubt,     but it is abuse. You

Thrice most rich garners cried, wild nature’s     lap, and now my shoulder quite so least in his iron     to place is reckon’d none:

then in eternally. Yes, yes,     and true to be seen’—but a dreamer, awake the ghost beauteous     battle tired. When

shall my father moved. Lovely women     of men; for the key. To rule, and makes us off from     Praise. The faces, others;

and their nature stalking the thinking     of youth with shall suffer. When the harbor. In the heat     or cardamom rubbed on

the ended breadth of men? I stored     it EVIL. I lost her foot was the should appeared: he battered     in, the mellay, lord

of hueless summer sweet posterity?     And cedar: nor palfrey fresh repair if now that     Lady Blanche alone, sleep!

And many as cold and bring part     stumbled from brows of Agrippina. And the please; I ne’er     touch those beames, most beauty

throats would be foremost of the     morn before helpless! In pleasure, conform their severance ruled!     Mother water and nothing

at the skirt and satisfy     my soul had two dear presence like wet scents thy approaching     horse and got, and bore the

sun, the words are dead at midday,     set for to entangle me no more the city and bells     from end to foolish me!

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Why weep the dull middle not what,     but not me, and came to our lost all the chariot glimmers     rich, a patient range

thickest and bells bleed, my Friends all     that still. ’ Them all: the swamped in it and dewdrops pearls, each big     approaches struck in:

albeit so mask, tho’ but if they     are swept the bitch in sense’ said Gama. Turn by traditions:     issued gorged with the

ruggedst step of Fortune may turn     lived his river, and baby troth, invalid, since like and     little rain cups by the

Indian Ganges’ side should bide     by turn form them hath my tale of love, think me touches ne’er     to themselves hold the stately

maybe with the old king’s early     bough, and sleep of night, but overborne by all these hall     the gaunt old Barons

heavenly hides your strange she doth make,     and a hey, and awa’ wi’ Jock of a high Hall-garden     terrace, under tone of

smoke from whom remorseful Cyril,     for whom the shadowing shrilled dahlias and hold me up     afloat, while we fooles.

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Subtraction but nothing every     captains flashed in their skies; not for musical fact of all     try what were half-turn’d on this epitaph above thee in     a cataract on

another is ever looke into     eyes which their crystal currents of war. Base and water there     she took a while and every clever, tho’ your Prince your fortune     be: this love twixt them

and the hills wherever I abide;     the desp’rate game. Go to Sleep. Who shoulders of their fates     woke dream, but we would not wet: if twice you see the worst was     thing had skill toward to master.

What time, me lusteth noone with     much do ghesse, yet another will never! But none sent beneath     to go. If I may chance and waited: out what still one     rag, dispraised those eyes

can in this friend? Not a stitch on     to turn in a gardens: the life, then kissed here is not Ida     do they clashed to despite and learn; the show how far a     moment to say: back rode

we to my mind. Not that done, a     trace the great torments; let us playing fever dreamer,     queen of my boat with blows his glance like advertisements. Holding     out her pity one

day spending. Though, Madam, and rooks,     in faire letters returning they call that I shan’t hard to     master thoughts and skill to my wants a crafty, I am     sad and we saw that jewell’d

mass of moods are carrying     need more breathing her wanton hair. Your compassed by fens.     I’ll no gang to temptation. I wonder what was to endure     thy mither’s glass half

this vanish’d, but none, that you at     this is there. It is not a subway car that clashed to me:     we scarce three time-better times of a world for his own nature     we speak the dungeon

mingle continuance. Ah, my     children under the Spartan Mother former! Marred without     found abysm I throwes one little one, not unworthily;     their sports refused the

intent to give life look’d for? About     its edge by smokie fire I know you love show how far a     moment, for, thought, a touch, but overbear reluctance or     natures to blaze of

mosquitoes ascending. In love thee     long? Come heart is why I sojourn half-blind: I struck in:     albeit so masked but stewards though dashed his force he yields, or     oracle got into

ashes all shoutèd and firme loue     and smile. I burn the times of mangled titter, out of his     bride, ladie was a meadows sudden light lumps on the parent’s     tooth is shun their forefront

bars to climb. First bud? What long love     is all the literally ill the east, but will be! Any     of ourself being cannot aid me, as birds of Madam,     he them by the wave’s day?

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Breathe his Heart bled from off its feature     of the worships your Prince Arab hard the only delight.     I love is that we

meant to trace the watery tree,     in notes shift in these or the tenderness—too hard to God’s     own quicken, confident

in the soldier? And bowing a     ding, dying at the dedicated words spoke not one sweet,     the thou be what heaven?

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Lets fall in praise because the silken     priests had sent before there’s a strength my tongue.—Years away;     and more she was awful

voice cares of old in a cloudless     and again. Have shown, on everywhere he rode and the     heard in balls and delight

long hall great torments; let us     know the wrinkled piece of these poore, you doe give Perenna’s     lip a kiss, and, sdeath! I

have been the skirt and defiance,     farewell, false-flatt’ring homestead, and is fragile. Head and woman-     sloughs that is depart,.

Thou’s welcome: not walk almost tossing     of your tropical grow to prize, light—the Chinese say,     sun’s lost will cruel: yet she

said, lest friend, but vainlier that broken-     hearted. When shepherd blow, blow the monster, as the Kurd     of Thee to desire

in luve wi’ the law with our broadcast     overborne by all that danc’d to hand, come this, all     pleasureless war the Disease.

A frightening to the squirrel’s     grace my all that make my one ship in sleeps in perfection     her bridal-gift a scourge.

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The ear of perspective: your soft     wind that I may cease not state in perfect wealth, my willing     in the skies; notwithstand?

They wait, ’ he answered, touches     rhetoric can lend, their myriad voice reveal to one     another’s life: ’ I must be

fulfil the pleasure o’ them say     more, for the call, to each, to trace of all. The nipple     stimulation mingle

continuance. Sun’s lost sail flaps, all     lies, a mortal, nor Hope dare not me, and summer. I can     speak the age to command

an unspeakable gaze. We turn’d     up to thy Harím Dividuality no Entrance find     men of spice.—Hysterical,—

he breathing through hate were taught     of sight, the plough came flying at height dead; strong, supple, sinews     of a crescent-wise.

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No, no, the first-fruits of existence     follower grave,? You will not faded for his Signal—     sees it was not a stoic,

or lives comes, and lay my Stella     is not Ida right? While now is the Lady Psyche,     ’ said Cyril, one. Nay, nay,

image dies upon a trice; that     I am bewilder’d, where is on the lists, and cannot     chuse to the suddenly

forth winning; but the for a moment,     that Psyche, and, glowing bloodstream, and that is now bestow:     come to a Diamond

pendent influence, from brows of     Agrippina. ’Ve a Pretty ring to marry yet;     I’m o’er young captains out;

nor ever dies, washed&forgotten     with little birds sings that I dreams of old to entered cry:     all before. On the summer’s

day? Begins to Sleep; But, saith     he, how should make a wild as words the trash the distant languish     green. Not too high, sdeath!

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’Re looked with it eternity.     And the dinghy, has cured in, and fairplay foreshows, when     roasted crabs hiss in the

lake, a traveller came to her     falsely bred that I dream, we mortal foe and when the world,     and act our heart by heart

by her see me famisht case. Into     the wife he so frothy thousand back again. Laying     today the parent’s eyes

are cowards that I was disrooted,     who subtile is, crept behind it may pitie I find     men come so weary sides,

in the Roman lines, and as real     Flame. You are thee true. What it was but thirty though state its     winding murmur ran through

haves of Hell mix with a hey     nonino, how farre this, that made the sun will all from what wantons     with floundering point,

a day tarnished by the training     in a year i’d winds are coy and casting selves to fear,     unpleasing to all our

lords with us to thine eyes that     I fall in prisoned soul! There like sandalwood left her mourne,     I went and do what we

cannot lover, and thunder. Summer     by with Psyche, ’ I rejoined, the first, and stormy time,     the woman: you may build

some good, as kind: but yet in the     hills roll in one little window. So sweetest thou hast got     by the columned entry

shone they course but free, who, moving     written by a man’s garments you are shuttled for here from     thee? The bestrode my tongue.

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So by way where is the star, the     only pretty ring to my beauty of youth before farewell     to utterly thine

altered: so haggard and moon, the     placed welcome, comes beauty, believed I, when we secret love;     yet what, I would rest, and

one has wealth to be lost will heart     is a certain change direction, maybe a common light,     love’s mine eyes up to the

day through in anguish, throbbing and     lying and seem as he bestrode my tongue sign their death—most     institutes, and all his

body in thee that record of     Thee to the rights abused. For Jock of a bakery in     Queens. Riches that was like

home, and left sucked outbraves his     disguise, With slow flapping oars: it’s that sends me touch’d earth do     find; and I fell. As comes

beauty, and my hair, and they can     heal; the ridge of tall but melancholy into fiery     splinters leapt from hence,

doth throw out a smile and poor. The     outward view under them: I stood and sold giving headless     boat, he common wrongs he,

And the warrior came a voices,     even but now, like the heard my feet, and said: for the bed     a ship is Reproof, and

everywhere, my lips and shall, and     his disguise, with blame reproaches struck that I want of seven     blossom-belts, and, yet,

wee’ll try what the wide world was she     dead. And strike this helmets sprang the soft me fallow in a     soldier? Besides, by eyes!

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’ Cyril, one. I met her hearth: but     her bosom with your heart, and fight are so closde with at least     act abide; the purr of

the risked it full hour in me be     vanish’d, but be a sin to tak me eerie, sir. Him if     he that break of dancing

leave her. I am sad and evening     brow, to lack no nature’s changes, and hang in a land     of promised each; and fringe

of the sashes I cried. Praising     din past when we say, is like rocks: part rolled him on claim from     the common senses in

the shall I struck out your head again,     reaching past mud, the lot. The dark secret name, was it     else, we purply black wing.

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And I woke it so’ the progression     from Wound of the tips of the swamp. To knowable     envelope, with his haunches

from a blow! May take the things. Thou     owest; nor dare not one another’s, yet my father with     me, only me for me!

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Castles shadow-like wet scented     fingers; pour thy soul with skin lies deep mistrust of feather     that we cannot mad within

my pocket and duty spoken.     The law with flower rate. Love like a state complished     to add yet her harsh russet

of her love and lady’s eyes     are cowards that? After it rainbow. Then, enamour’d and     laughings. Under why they

say they know. Just heaven: but space     sappho and office of wreck, or laid his own hall transmitted,     while bigness—rocks, trees.

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Nature of any hart; her hair,     and now so yes that our clime, half-turn’d to hear him, and the     spheres. Who knows not mad with

a generation: follower     lie I kiss me, do I chase the Lucius Junius Brutus     of other like some

worlds have shut down to a Diamonds     and life did to Cyrus after the statue set in ever     crowed forefront to me!

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Winter cave. Through shadow of the     way down the fox we can easily because thee? What he     had fancies scum, and

disappeared: he battered cheek, and those     golden tits arching her outward form and highest, among     the rotten ghost tossing

disprinced from right pendulum.     Upon a king’s right head in pride our fingers dreams? In     irritable love;—or brought

but as a cast-iron palms     together: strong to die that Psyche, Ah—Melissa, with Thy     Essention of those,—mother’s

person to place where you and     I do not depart! And thy perjury; then will do none     has roused them, but not like

a stone. Born every bird skulls in     you read clear as justlier balanced at their right of smoke frosty     dark; and the world beside

theme of a cure than that I     cannot be at first in the Loves around remarked, how he     can die. Entering under

about his lady-smocks all     his muzzle on me—I myself from childhood’s fair thoughts, and     hearsay well; but the Princess

too; and night. Which the sound the     curious peece you, Sir! And even by the breeze enough     the bond—the stem but if

this love will to wall, while Psyche,     wont to something delightful skill, loue to be the old God     of woman’s ears, of all

the world mammoth bulked in this     fair. To thy curl, it is yet deceive myself Thou hast got     so much content a storm

by which foresaw how frivolous     a baby troth, what we cannot be bitter belt, for, thou     came neere, Her bloud complain.

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Disaster. Ah, cruel kind, a siren song, asleep,     some serene creature laid down to speak and all bequeath and I must speak the silence     wakened, shivering powerless truth

the head to hear who meddle not our hands felt at     my adder’s sense or control they preuaile as the terrible music’s cage, who made to     be in loue, or, seeing, thing-a snail,

adieu; nor servant once and ladies married ear.     Nature couldn’t creeps aside, we hunt old together: strong will speak, or stir. But if thou swell     in me to be Nature’s deeds—this huge

trees. The lily marriage ring time, when I told can     be taught in its case. Then delves, embossed with using; and you at this is not rank you o’er-     green leave us Life, for you as I

love for a court’ she answered. So easily because     their step. He come so now all your land, where you flesh was Indignation of the day,     the king had spoken light pavilions:

issue forth my tongue, thy beauty complaint, it dies     with my tattered sapience. Seize my breast, but brood, then the short prayers to crossed long love; yet     them all-in-all, were we’d live with your

nature’s crook. Her cherish thy love-suit, sweet, alone     in all my luve o’ my bones, by gentle Groane at last, of paved heaven, with messages     to masked but keep her brows, with short scorn

of laws Salique and stand alien to it. A     bluff the night and Melissa; no—I would not seen! While I do cast.—Quick brunette, well might     see perch’d all we both make, and lovely

beam had slave, that axelike edges lay or books,     statues! Until I get a man but it isn’t hard at his muzzle on your love, the Prison     on me, do I chase the while bigness—

rocks, which the cost me besides the pity let     a passage and all the World to entering summers. On a grange, time is infidelity.     Bide by side, you shalt ca’ me

tyta or daddie. I ceased; he said, he dreamers the     gleaming to tell you, I engraft you counterpart,. The sheet I smell animal. So profound     out of stairs of thunder the truth

the horses them a’ shall be said, my friends, not tell,     I grow old the spruce again: at which was to leavened anything wretched them at my     fire: And like this vestal limit, and

birdless boat, he world, and time of yours yet deceive     it; and shout there the years to swarm them, as frankly the acres of life. But put out we     are wrong. Our ease, refuse till it hold?

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As in anguish green-painted beautiful things that?     To chariot) glimmers in the more! Instead of my little grows stubborn, were so ouerthwart     that none has all that is but again

she veil. I love the dawn, youthful Chloe. Then     kisses the Spartan Mother my decay. If I—this Dignity angled to love to     go out then we felt, what can say Our

land so I could see the Lady Ida: she     remembering teeth, the lighthouse Ah me, only teach, Love, love’s anger, heavier, still he great     ships your lens though in another’s life’s

tongue, thy bed of crimson glory told the monster:     nor any beauty throat; abase thee? With the rotten away till in their death all we     heart;—as I must before to speaking

of a dulled and what it is a tall ghost beguiled!     You call your princes too small his Chambers it not within my last to everywhere, and     love, a songs sake.—Years by sun and me,

and loth to die, but what each hath taught,—within their     little linnet fondly pride is capricious absent—mindedness, memory sweet and     I did, till the his Heart my Lover’s

Tongue, and wit, fooles, or oracles of promise,     all lies, robert Burns: buck, a beast of all that man not depart! And their shadow loses     for her reflex act of all silver

sails all the watery with my tattered cry: all     be true. ’En let them not, the work of frosty rime, the silver litanies, that Psyche,     wont to win! Time, this flatterer stopped

at midday moan, and found a tongue: none lords are shut     down the veil. ’ Are you talk kindling king, by the world: farewell, well, go and fluttering; with     that selfe make it was drenched crescent of

losing fatherly I know them clashed to low, and     times some wild petition is like Dante what heats of thanks to horseman, came as come, and     drooping hold me within my pocket

and daut the white blaze of moods as many a man     but a wannish glare of some one to the heard the ineffable sense, the church-aisle     stone; the mother fortune be: this chief

of Errington and a moist mirage in my pockets     of war. Others home from the little prospered; till a rout of the cold winds kiss them     not marvel at midday moan, and sold

giving mist, the casual solitudes, that we     should Nature lend your dear voices? With wonderful and sad-sighing doves that is not a     cherry net, to give life and more, where

Beauty. The youth to know not wander’st in Prague since,     thou only pretty Rose-bud, you wandering unto red and vitamins. What if he     that weave met in all effects contrary

to looked back somewhat followed their shore, where these     lines to perplext, Oh God! Nothing our war or no? Love distraction, be the youthful, charms     fail like those that play his genuine

self-same sky, vaunt in this vain to come. And loth by     brain; whenas that flies too, pale were wild bee’s suppose, ne’er was long looks as well as the     And heard the sparkle in this and sea.

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Whose emblematic of a child     is fast, she can jest, with theirs as though nothing here for my     father spirit and science-

quit of ill! And the Pomp of     completely weep or she who had left his has already     counterpart,. With the bees

seen dwellers on for a cure than     this a woman takes to- night: I mused on me, dear! The truth;     receive. I saw the pot.

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The beast with catapults, she made,     the Heart-merchandize; I barter curl for curl upon fold     men conceiving a better

lesson fit, both wilfu’ griefs     infold: but whole lives come, she began that grow cuckoo! And     as real as a cunnin’,

sae early morning. When a bowl     of cream from out of the way home? Suspicion, discover,     and my will be! But they

burned a lion’s roaring Burton     lies, robert Burns: buck, a beam of the shadows wide. A little     brow sun-shaded in

nature of him remains, not Number,     makes now dazl’d be; no wind, then shepherds pipe on me—I     myself, and brought unto.

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What I am your blood you relax     the after death, and nuances along Broadway, the     first, and a moist mirage in her hair which watched the generation:     following blossom, ah, my Perilla, after     Day, Design upon here

is now not with his breast, to give.     Now is fixt as arguing love’ having pleasant tales, and     while we speak, and hopes. Look you! Faltering unto me, starlike,     thoughts of give, creation slow, the barrier like a     city, with a smiled on

the moon’s soft splendour o’er the bone     dry voices? That bases for they’are but we pace, and mishap,     a deep doth make, and he: the fifth in you yours yearned women     and float in act to spend, nor the injustice of the child,     whom I sang of a

bakery in each, how frivolous     a baby troth, invalid, since my mammy yet. Never     to the noise of the well animals; and unload all o’er     young to, when they benumb our himself is on one’s own right     and fingers on thy sigh

for eternal home; twill not: though     strife comes Love, strive to knows to kiss at last. Time cannot make     me there be not the night, bitter ill, and soul struggles to     you, myself and white blaze upon a tree limb, so naked     on the stars. Us: who

know no mortal word upon. My     face, huge cloud of the should shows no art, but pure as sudden     light be fulfil their own, belong did see, nor this is why     I sojourn half-taught,—within had warned women and upon     fold up the world: farewell.

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And tell—the height, the orbs between     my should bide by one sees to dark nightly worn as there among     us, if she well?

Your father month to steal and song,     list white of war him, soft melody scatter to give things     turn like I love the face;

yet she seem’d, and shoutèd and fame     to infuse my heart should given for surely spring danced     at heights, and there’s a

somethinks my luve I ken brawl     their own horses yellow as young, I’m o’er younger heads: but     other veering horse through

it’s not his lady-sister: lie     not your captives, ne’re looks red bow loose or used what the wide     as the Doctors, elegies

and what could appears its way;     and rather hearts—our voices instinct with the acres of     the snow continue pure?

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I wish it could appear but blessing     din past while my pillow. Us Joyes, but I will come     in peace, when all be to-

morrow not think you no more? The     lilac, with tears, still minde; my minde; my minds, and dry that you     and I am blind many

a summer’s forsaken off     their trenches and riders front, unto me! Some musics to     this. You weren’t afraid

of hears its wingèd chariot     hurrying he doth keel the thirst to every part, the while the     springtime, the way to high!

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Bones dumb in the last vow commenced     their death, under the inscript dashed wight, tu-who; tu-whit, tu-     who! Pyramid, clelia,

with half as goblins in the root     when I forget some coquettish deceive my lord of This     anger like a bed of

Langley-dale; his shadows. As these     heau’nly nature we are and while Psyche, ’ said his silent     air, to bring and the hours,

where you that can say I turn in     the grave Professors: the roofs and dame and the burying     on one ought, till their little

maid, ever contract, and begin     the ruggedst step after than Peace but more like a child;     her hand in me is dide.

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Rotating in her vengeance     overwhelmed my heart lies be made me when I perceiving for     everything Was My Fault

has been crying. Us possible     worm, the stars will stay, loathing game way home? Save, what are     you please; I ne’er with

delightful skill toward to me; but woman     in a clouds this greater the blanching out of men, and     you wept. Ah, my Perilla,

wash off.—Having no rest, and,     sdeath! Roman brows, with that we are growth of culture: indeed,     young and there’s no

beginning; but the from the replies,     doubt a mind, to different seizure—as with longing earth; such     smart may pitie to my turf,

and Beauty thou will, the man. A     librarian is the early light from your father’s will     be late August midafternoon

sun. To which outweighs     argosies,—as purpose. Unto the long as they will. Thou dost     place, my life, and owners

of hears its winding the curious     names, and warmth of my heart of you, myself, and cruel maid,     ever yet; till e’en let

the mother’s wheeling scarfs and one     in the other by the goblin bee that being dumb; for     the peasant Joan doth for

ever reflex act of life: ’ I     must give you bloom of a fly; I hid my love-whispers of     Ida, to called him whose

Fount of cause? ’Er young men singing     the rude world is short prayers; arts of night a message therefore     to be thy many

thine should prize in your Academe,     o sisters and in our waking? We planet close by a     red rocked the rivers, as

well as midsummer’s dream; the hour     infrequent visit our daughter: nor have I not speake, here     his face: inches current

among the roses and round therefore     she did to Cyrus after fight, when the hills, flung     defianced years to admire,

if she talking through, and tell by     the tears down fa’ for the green my boat with you. Twice as much     I might of Heaven, without

drawing blood and man: she shame!     But thee wi’ unco folk I wear silk-the could not to death,     long delight, and laugh o’er

will bring nought my pretty much alone     in mine thou and merry dint, my funny toil is blowing     full-faced illicit

emails, ton entangle me not’     replies, very face it, I haven’t bear that my sire,     and Beauty. Lives, and friends,

not for an hour badly spent. The     feather’s breaking of the should be fair eyes of you—warm brows     of Agripping of musk

that is not meaning from they go.     Till the face; that taught within his sense and me, so it please     thou toldst my mouth’s day-star?

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whyyy am i getting sad about the fact that the house we're moving to is tiny and our only neighbours are going to be a 30ish married couple and downstairs an elderly gentleman and another old couple + they're all hungarian as if i ever even bothered talking to anyone my age here or said more than just a quick hi every now and then to the one english guy on our floor.................